Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.
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Some of you will remember that we left poor Shrimp Boy (once again) in a rather uncomfortable predicament. The Spiteful Giantess had just had some kind of an idea. An idea involving our intrepid hero and, possibly, his raging hard-on. Now, when I say “raging hard-on”, you must remember that Shrimp Boy is a teeny tiny man and as such the term “raging” is, well, relative. Even so, our diminutive hero had been on the verge of fulfilling his goal, his dream if you like, of attaining bliss at the hands (or at the tongue) of the Beautiful Giantess. So now we find Shrimp Boy lying on his back in the palm of the Beautiful Giantess, panting, sweating, his cock throbbing and swollen – almost sobbing in his frustration. So frustrated in fact that he wasn’t paying quite as much attention to the Spiteful Giantess’s “rather naughty idea” for a game as he should have. And at this point, faithful listeners, we might pause for a word of advice. If you ever find yourself naked, on the point of orgasm, gasping and panting, throbbing and thrusting, and someone else – especially if that someone is rather spiteful – says “I’ve had an idea” it might be wise to divert your attention from your cock, and listen to what that idea might entail.
Fortunately the Stupid Giantess (and there’s no point in using some kind of euphemism – she was just stupid – ok?) asked the question that Shrimp Boy should have been asking “What kind of idea, what are we going to do with him?” In reply, the Spiteful Giantess showed what she’d been hiding behind her back. Her two sisters gasped in surprise to see her waving a formidable dildo in the air. It was the kind designed to be attached to a harness and used as a strap-on. (Those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about will have to resort to Google, although really you should not be listening to this story at all!) “I still don’t understand” said the Stupid Giantess and although the Beautiful Giantess didn’t really understand either, she was having some rather dark thoughts of her own at the sight of the large dildo and was, truth be told, almost afraid to ask her spiteful sister what her plans for little Shrimp Boy might be. Instead of explaining, the Spiteful Giantess seized Shrimp Boy and pinned him against the dildo, which was longer (or taller – depending on how you look at it) than the teeny tiny man. She held him in place while she used the cruel silken thread to bind him to the dildo. The dildo was at his back and the Giantess bound him in such a way that it was impossible for him to move. His head was forced back against the hard rubber, his arms and legs spread. In fact, only his cock had any freedom of movement and was, it seemed, taking advantage of that. Poor Shrimp Boy was exposed and helpless, his hard-on now slightly less than raging but still erect and waving in the breeze. Now you must remember that Shrimp Boy had led a rather sheltered life before encountering these giant sisters and had no idea what he was strapped to. Still, he found himself strangely aroused at being bound and helpless, even as a thrill of fear rippled through his naked little body. The sisters all laughed to see him, even the stupid one who didn’t really know why she was laughing, and the laughter of the Spiteful Giantess was tinged with lust. Her nipples hardened, her cunt moistened, at the sight of her favourite dildo with the little man attached. Her breathing became harder as she fumbled with the harness, attaching it around her slim hips. Little Shrimp Boy jutted out in front of the naked giantess almost like one of those ships’ figureheads. Even though he was afraid, he found himself becoming even more aroused as the Spiteful one began to slather copious amounts of fragrant oil onto the dildo and, of course, onto Shrimp Boy himself. “Now”, the Giantess said as she began to stroke, “Who wants to be first?” Our little hero spluttered through the oil, “No, wait, first for what? What’s the oil for? What’s this thing I’m on?” Poor little Shrimp Boy. We know. Don’t we?
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