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You struggle to the surface of a deep, dreamless sleep to feel me fumbling between your legs. Your warm, soft cock raises it’s sleepy head to greet me as I take it in my hand. Too late you feel the cage encircle and confine your stiffening penis. Before you can protest, you’re distracted by my finger gently sliding into your arsehole, penetrating, probing, relaxing it and you moan softly, smiling, your eyes still closed.

Suddenly I push you onto your stomach, pressing your face into the pillow. You try to raise your head to breath, but I force your face into the pillow again. At the same time I’m forcing your thighs apart with my bare knees. I grab your cheeks in both hands and force them painfully apart, exposing your vulnerable arsehole and begin to press the tip of my largest strap-on at the entrance to your arse. You try to protest but your cries are muffled by the pillow, and I slap your bottom hard – first with my hand and then with my hairbrush. Over and over again with the hairbrush. “Shut the fuck up and take it bitch! Did you really think you were going to get away with it?” It’s hard to concentrate on anything but what’s happening at your nether regions, but you try in vain to think of what you’ve done to make me this angry.

No lovemaking this, no playful scene. The only passion I’m feeling is anger. This is just pure unadulterated fuck. Punishment fuck.

The sight of your bruised buttocks only fuels my passion and I drive the full length of the dildo into your arse and start riding you fast and hard. Stabbing you painfully before your body can adjust to this intrusion. I grab the back your head – gripping your hair – and force your head back painfully. You can barely catch your breath. Your cock is painfully confined, beating against the cock cage even as your heart pounds in your chest. The pain and the fury of my invasion of your arse combine to make your cock harden and swell to the limit of its confinement. There’ll be no release for you this night. No release of any kind.

You beg and plead for me to stop. Even as you do so, you realise that this only spurs me on to greater violence. Still, you can’t help yourself. Just as you think you can tolerate no more, I stop and withdraw the dildo abruptly – spitting into the crack of your arse as I do so. I use my foot to push you off the bed and onto the floor, telling you, “You can sleep there for the rest of the night” and I snuggle down into the bed with a sigh of contentment, leaving you a shivering, whimpering, sobbing heap on the floor. Your cock and your arse throbbing with pain. You still don’t know what you did…

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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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I see you looking at me. That hot glance across the room – hot enough to burn me – if I were susceptible to such glances. But then, you don’t know any better. You’ve never seen me before. Never seen me in this dark old pub, almost hidden in the alley. You ask the barman what I’m drinking and send over another Bushmills. I barely glance at you as I drink it. But you’re more than glancing at me now. You’re devouring me with your eyes. My hair, my long crossed legs in silk stockings, my high heeled shoe dangling from the end of my toes. You try to catch my eye. Why won’t I look at you? You know you’re attractive. Normally, you can take your pick of any woman in any room. You’re so cocky, cocksure – cock-happy even.

I walk past your table as I head toward the door. As I pass, I look directly into your eyes for the first time – and you’re lost. The fragrance I leave in my wake leaves you breathless and you know you must follow. As the pub door closes behind you, you see me disappearing around a bend in the alley and you follow me – powerless to resist. At first you don’t see me – you don’t realise I’m there until you feel a hand at your crotch. A fierce, grabbing hand. I whisper in your ear – telling you not to resist – as if you could, as if you wanted to! I whisper other things. Taboo, forbidden things. Things that make you think I could see inside you from the first moment, that I know all your deep, dark secrets, your hidden desires. I push you face-first against the wall and start tugging down your pants. The hard, cold stone presses into your face. How is it you’re unable to resist? A big strong man like you being pushed around by a woman! But then, the power I have over you isn’t exactly physical, is it? Now I’m pushing you – pushing you down onto the ground. Surely I don’t expect you to kneel in this dark, filthy alley? Oh, but I do! There are noises in the darkness – soft furtive noises – and, beyond that, laughter and shouting from people leaving the pub. What if someone comes around the corner and sees you kneeling there – pants around your knees? It’s cold out here, the breath from the two of us combining into a cloud around us. Despite the cold, despite this strange, possibly treacherous situation, you feel your cock rising. I’m whispering in your ear again. Whispering words so obscene that you feel yourself blushing absurdly in the darkness. Words to make a sailor blush. And all the time I’m touching you. Touching your penis, your testicles, your buttocks, your tight little hole. Touching you so quickly that you’re unable to keep up with the sensations. You feel violated, afraid, humiliated, and yet deeply stirred and aroused. You’re made helpless by the conflicting emotions. You feel something pressing against your arse – something hard, persistent and you feel the stretch as I begin to fuck you with my strap-on. You try to protest, to scream, anything – but my hand is over your mouth and, really, do you want someone to come to your aid? I push again and and your head begins to swim as I slide my dildo relentlessly up inside you. The pain, the humiliation, the pleasure… Pleasure wins out as I begin a slow, even, stroking. You feel the orgasm building, your testicles tighten up and, just as the spurting starts, I pull away from you – withdraw and stand up and then, without a word, I’m gone. Leaving you panting, on your knees, spurting onto the ground. Alone. Fucked.

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