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The Stranger

The Stranger in the woods

1

Emma Pinkerton never married. Not because she didn't want to or had no interest in forming long-lasting relationships, over the years she had had quite a few short affairs but nothing seemed to come of them, there was no fire between her and anyone else and at fifty-two Emma was resigned to the fact that she may never find the right person to spend her life with. There were some regrets at not finding the right man apart from companionship and closeness, Emma always wanted children - her maternal instinct was still very strong and she would watch children playing in the park or sitting in a cafe with their parents, making lots of mess with complete innocence - a loving family unit which she always felt was missing from her life.

But that said Emma liked living alone, it gave her freedom and autonomy - she was able to cook what she wanted as well as come and go as she pleased. Life was good with no ties. Although being her own personal chef meant she was heavier than she liked, she wasn't round but voluptuous in every way and as she had been told by many people - a very attractive woman with curves in all the right places - the curves were just bigger than she wanted.

Emma was always prepared on the off-chance that the right man would come along, with drawers full of feminine underwear and perfumes filling her bathroom cabinet. Every now and then when she was feeling sexually charged and usually after she had shaved and scraped all the hairs from her body, she would stand in front of her full-length mirror trying on her unused expensive underwear as a reminder to herself that she was a woman that men would find beautiful. The evening usually ended with her multi-speed lover, taking her from climax to climax, buzzing gently on her clit and slipping inside for other sensual delights.

Occasionally Emma's sexual urges were satisfied when a ballet was shown on BBC2, not that she enjoyed ballet but she really liked to watch the male dancers stretching and leaping. Something about their muscular thighs and perfectly round bulges did something to her in a primal way, although this was a complete secret, she could never tell anyone else about her 'ballet porn'. A couple of years back she saw a ballet on TV called Spartacus, not really knowing anything about the ballet she was glued to the screen, the main dancer spent most of the time wearing a leather loincloth and nothing else - ballet tights were lovely but a dancer without them - yes please she mused.

Emma fell asleep that evening massaging and caressing herself, fantasising about that hard-bodied dancer seducing her; her hands running over those taut arms and chest, the feel of his soft leather garment pressing against her body, her fingers exploring and making him naked...oh my God, Emma came over and over as her imagination took it to new heights.

As for Emma's work, it took her nowhere at all apart from the odd trip into London for a briefing, being a freelance illustrator for Dorling Kindersley and also being extremely good at what she did meant Emma could work from home, a small idyllic cottage she had lived in for over ten years with an acre of wooded land surrounding it, nestling in the heart of Oxfordshire. Life was good, but also quite lonely sometimes.

But Emma's life was about to change.

2

One of the loveliest things Emma felt about her home was the large wooded area surrounding her cottage - it was all hers, so much inspiration for illustrations. She would take her sketchbook and some pens out and sit, lost in her own world. She would sketch wildlife and plants to use at a later date - her friends asked why she didn't take photos with her phone but that just seemed far too instant and anyway, you only really see things when you look properly and drawing made that happen.

On this particular evening, while walking through the woods Emma saw something ahead in a clearing, for a moment a stream of fear ran through her - a person standing looking at her but not moving. As she moved cautiously closer she saw it was a young man. 'Hello, can I help you? This is my garden, are you lost? 'There was no answer, he just looked calmly but blankly at her. The young man was dressed oddly too, Emma thought he must be a college student on his way to a party. He was wearing what looked like a white knee length toga made of cotton tied at the waist with a shiny black sash and leggings made of what looked like plastic or rubber - definitely a student thing, Emma thought. She repeated her question again but with no answer.

Emma stood looking at the young man and was struck by how beautiful he was, slim body and limbs but with a dancer's look about them (oh, those dancer's again) - there was a look of strength in them but without the defined muscles. His arms were bare from the shoulders so Emma could see he must be about eighteen - twenty at the most. His skin was milky white and unblemished, his face smooth with full lips and a mop of light brown hair, and those eyes were of a striking green she had never seen before.

He did look a bit lost and something about him looked a bit well, simple. Emma thought this was a cruel joke to play on a fellow student, dressing him up and leaving him in the woods to freeze, although it wasn't really that cold. 'Are you alright? Let's get you indoors to warm up.' Emma said. Again, there was no reply, the young man stood and looked around at the trees calmly. 'I'm Emma, are you okay - can I call someone for you?' There was still that blank expression on his face and again he didn't answer, Emma was a bit shocked when the young man took her hand as a child would and smiled. 'Oh, right...erm, let's get you inside then.' She smiled nervously and led him back to the cottage.

While they walked Emma noticed how slight this stranger was, he stood at about five four, the same height as Emma and because of his slight build seemed to float with every step, Emma had the feeling he was a lot older than he looked - something in his eyes showed experience and deep knowledge.

At the cottage, Emma fumbled in her pocket for the front door key and took him inside. Oddly, for a woman alone who wasn't used to receiving strangers into her home, she didn't feel uneasy letting him in, sure that she could overpower the young man due to his size, she must have outweighed him by at least 20lbs.

When inside the stranger let go of her hand and sat on the floor by the fireplace. Emma tried speaking to him again but he just looked at her with that faint smile, his large green eyes again seemed to belie his apparent age with that look of old experience in them. Emma disappeared into the kitchen and made them both a hot cup of tea, she set his down on the rug in front of him. She thought she should call the Police as the strange man was saying nothing and gave no reason for alarm, but for some reason she didn't think she should. There was something quite compelling about him which Emma felt was reassuring, it seemed to give her strength in some way. A feeling she'd never had from meeting anyone before.

After the stranger had finished the mug of hot tea Emma took the cups out into the kitchen and when she returned the boy was laying on the rug asleep on his back, one leg outstretched and the other bent to his waist, his arms under his head which made the toga ride up around his thighs. Emma could see that he wasn't wearing leggings after all but long stockings strapped around his thighs with a wide strip of the same shiny fabric, a small wedge of white flesh above the stockings and below the hem of the toga. This made her heart flutter - a brief memory of Spartacus flashed through her mind - a movie she watched every time it was on when she was a teenager, only to study the gladiators in their loin cloths and togas. Why on earth would that make her feel different she thought to herself, of course this strange young man was wearing fancy dress, it was a bit kinky but he's probably just been or going to a party or something! And anyway, he was far too young for her to have interest in. 'Why did I think that?' Emma muttered to herself and blushed.

Was it too late to call the Police, this half naked stranger asleep on her floor (wearing stockings) ...what would that look like? She decided to let him sleep and fetched a blanket from the bedroom. Covering him up she decided to sit and read on the sofa with a glass of wine. She was definitely distracted, the vision of those long shiny stockings kept stopping her from concentrating and she kept looking over at his sleeping form.

The glass of wine became four and she knew she was losing grip on herself control, the wine fuelling her libido.

After half an hour Emma took another look over the top of her book and noticed the stranger had kicked off his blanket, he was still laying on his back, arms above his head and toga mostly around his waist. 'Oh my word, he is actually wearing plastic knickers!' Emma's mind jumped. They were the same shiny black material as the boots and sash, the material was seamless, they wrapped high around his waist, covering his navel and arced sharply down from his hips to between his thighs below, where a large tightly packed pouch reflected the lamplight in its shiny mound, it was so big she thought he must have a couple of socks jammed down there. Emma also noticed a tattoo of what looked like a Z on his thigh just above his right stocking.

My God, she was feeling quite horny but she supposed it was just the wine fuelling her urges. She kept telling herself that this was a very young man and no matter how beautiful he was - he was too young for her!

Laying her book down on the sofa, Emma stood up and knelt beside the him, she lay the blanket back over his sleeping form and felt slightly disgusted with herself for her sensual thoughts and quickly sat back on the sofa blushing again. Another image from the past came back to her from an early age, a time when she was watching Swan Lake on the TV in black & white and felt a tingle in her groin. She was watching the male ballet dancers with their tights and bulging dance belts again, stretching and leaping but didn't feel as though she could tell he Mother about it. My God, this young man would look amazing dressed in ballet gear! Again, Emma felt very disgusted with herself.

Emma realised she couldn't concentrate on her book and gave up, she just sat and watched him sleep. Every time he moved the blanket moved down a little more, his thighs and hips almost glowing white against the rug and the dimness of the room.

When the stranger finally awoke Emma was still staring at him, her face was flushed, her nipples hurt and her fingers were very close to the tops of her thighs - daring to move closer to the point of no return. He was laying on his front, his toga completely around his waist, the black shiny fabric cut a sharp triangle up across his tight bottom to the waistband clinging to every curve.

While Emma watched the stranger sleep she noticed there was no hair on his body at all, just smooth white skin, not that he's been shaved but that there didn't seem to be any evidence of hair. No scars or marks, just that small Z tattoo. Emma decided she would call him Zak because of the Z tattoo as 'the stranger' sounded far too 'odd' in her mind and made her feel worse about herself.

How could she call the Police now, she had seen things which she wanted to keep looking at. Feeling very horny but also disgusted with herself she didn't know what to do. The wine was making her bad, it always did this. She looked down at him and Zak was looking at her, she stood up and Zak did the same, his toga dropped down to his knees as it was before.

'You must know who you are?' Emma said with a slight slur in her voice, her cheeks felt very warm. Zak just stood there looking passively at her. 'What's all this anyway, some kind of joke?' Zak took Emma's hands with both of his and his eyes looked so very sad, they closed and Emma felt a sharp pressure behind her eyes and everything whirled, she was suddenly somewhere else, a different time and place? She didn't know but it felt different. Emma had the feeling she was floating and that she had no body at all, no taste or smell but she could see and hear perfectly. She felt surprisingly calm with not a hint of panic and watched the story play out as if she was watching a movie.

3

Emma felt like a ghost, floating above the ground with no physical feeling. The Zak wore a similar toga as he now wore but his legs were bare, he was dirty and looked lost, walking through a busy market - this looked old yet new, some of the buildings around her were steel and glass but some were very old looking, almost ancient.

The people in the market wore mostly togas, some wore that shiny plastic material. Zak moved among them, his white hairless skin although dirty was still glowing, set apart from the people around him - oddly, he seemed to move through them unnoticed. A large man appeared wearing armour and a sword, he moved swiftly from nowhere and pushed through the crowd, his thick shiny armour creaked as he moved, pulled tight over his muscular frame. He towered over Zak and led him into a small car type vehicle hovering about a foot above the ground.

Suddenly Emma felt that pressure again and she was moving quickly - she was inside a large building, ornate fabrics hung from the high stone ceilings but some of the building was futuristic with huge glass panels and chrome struts, there was music coming from somewhere else close-by - the faint twang of a instruments she had never heard before, electronic but also acoustic.

The soldier appeared at the large fabric covered doorway with Zak, he said something to a group of women dressed in togas, they too wore these shiny leggings/stockings. Surprisingly, Emma understood what he said - 'I found him in the market, make sure you do what you need to do to clean him up, the President will want to watch him later.' 'Watch him later?' Emma thought, watch him do what?

The women silently took him into another room with a large deep sunken bath, the bath filled quickly with steaming water which must have been fed from underneath as there were no taps, it bubbled and foamed until full. Two of the women pulled the toga over Zak's head and Emma noticed he was wearing a pair of those shiny black knickers again, the waistband wide around Zak's waist covering the whole of his midriff, high cut on the legs so Zak's thighs looked extremely long and lithe. Emma liked this look very much and wondered why men in her own world didn't adopt it. The back of this garment cut sharply across Zak's tight bottom and at the front was that tightly packed pouch, not in proportion with the rest of him. Please don't move away again Emma thought as the women started to unroll the tight black fabric down his waist. They kept rolling it down his hips and Emma was suddenly whisked to another part of the room. She felt a real sense of frustration by being moved at the crucial moment but felt a sexual buzz in her head when she saw him in the deep hot water. Zak was chest deep and Emma hovered over the bath, she looked down into the bubbling water desperately trying to see what she'd missed, but everything was blurry under the water.

The women didn't seem interested at all, bathing him roughly with cloths and a fine sand which foamed when wet. Emma waited patiently for Zak to get out of the bath, he stood up and the water rippled around his waist, she heard a humming sound and the floor of the bath was rising, the water dropping down below Zak's waist. Emma watched intently, hoping she wouldn't be torn away again. As Zak's bath lifted out of the water Emma could see the start of a very thick cock and as the water lowered it seemed to go on and on, by the time the water was around Zak's knees Emma could see his large balls, huge and full and round, his cock hung halfway down his thighs, thick and smooth with no veins.

She could feel her head aching and knew she would be rubbing herself raw at this if the 'only had a body'.

Zak must have been dried completely (which Emma had wished she'd seen but her visions had moved forward in time) and oiled because his skin shone like it had been varnished, his hair oiled back. Emma studied his whole body and realised she was moving around the room floating, unseen by anyone. Zak's bottom was smooth and tight, his arms and legs showed slight muscle-tone and when she moved around to the front she could see the women had oiled him there too. He looked like he was made of shiny plastic.

Emma watched closely as the women performed Zak's dressing with complete precision. They moved Zak's feet and stepped him into a shiny metallic thong with a very wide waistband, they pulled it up high around Zak's waist and adjusted the contents of his pouch, pushing his huge flaccid cock down under his balls. There was a bright red button high on the waistband, one of the women pressed it and the whole garment shrunk to Zak's body, vacuumed around every bump and curve cupping its content perfectly as the silver thong disappearing down between his bottom. A clean white toga was pulled over Zak's head and fell to his knees then a silver metallic sash made of the same shiny plastic material was tied around Zak's waist and he was finished.

This drifting about was very annoying, Emma was moving again and was somewhere else. She was in a large hall with lots of people, the centre of the room was empty apart from a large octopus-like creature on the floor, Emma thought it was a statue at first because it was too large to be an octopus and also it was out of water! But this was real, it was horrible as it slithered across the stone slabs, its bright green body glistening leaving wet trails like a giant slug.

The creature's head had small black beads for eyes much like a shark. It moved across the smooth stone polished floor with its tentacles, long and muscular with suckers (just like an octopus) running down the length of each one, becoming small at each tip. Emma wasn't sure she wanted to see this but there was nothing she could do to look away, she couldn't even close her eyes.

That strange music started to play and she could see a small group of musicians with odd looking instruments, there were no speakers but the acoustics in this large hall type room was amazing. Zak walked into the hall through a large door, looking shiny and oiled and as if instinctively started dancing to the strange music. He danced like an angel, stretching his arms and legs, arching his back, swirling and spinning his body looked so strong when he danced and when he spun around everyone cheered, spinning continuously in one foot for what seemed like an eternity. Zak's toga spun around him, it slowly lifted from his knees up to his waist and she could see everything. Zak's shiny silver pouch showed his impressive size, his largeness apparent to everyone and his bottom tight.

It was then Emma saw a woman laying on a large red velvet sofa, she was huge (was she a statue?), the length of her body suggested she was very tall. She stared at Zak intently, smiling broadly. Her skin was completely white and she had high hard cheekbones with unkind eyes, her long black hair slick like a raven's feathers.

The music wound down and stopped, Zak stopped with it, his feet directly in front of the creature. The giant woman clapped twice and gestured for two servants to run over to Zak from each side, they put leather cuffs around his ankles and double one about his wrists so they were bound together, locking them tight - something was happening and Emma wasn't sure what it was. Zak smiled that slight smile she knew as his arms were pulled invisibly upwards above his head and he was hoisted off the floor hanging there, his feet inches above the flagstones.
Slowly Zak's legs started moving apart, his toga was already up around his thighs because of his arms but it spread out wide. Emma realised that maybe Zak was going to be some kind of sacrifice for the creature. When Zak was completely prostrate above the floor the creature raised its wet bulbous head and moved closer to Zak - who didn't struggle and was completely expressionless, two of the long green tentacles moved forward and they slipped around each of Zak's calves, they coiled their way up his legs slowly and deliberately, over his knees and thighs and disappeared under the hem of his toga, the sound they made as the suckers moved was a mixture of slurping and popping. There was nothing Zak could do to escape, with his hands bound above him. Emma was horrified at what would happen next - it was very compelling, this creature looked horrible.

The tentacles kept moving upwards under the toga and then Zak's eyes closed, he bit his lip and smiled more, Emma was terrified for him but he seemed to be taking pleasure from this act - she wanted to know what this creature was doing to him, she could see the long shapes coiling and writhing under the material of the front of Zak's toga.

Two more tentacles moved towards Zak, one went around his back and coiled itself around his waist pulling Zak's hanging body towards itself. The other tentacle moved up and slowly wrapped itself around Zak's bare neck, it didn't seem to apply pressure but held him in place. All the while those tentacles under his toga moved and squirmed, Zak's head fell back, his eyes closed and his face flushed - the only colour on Zak's body.

Emma watched the giant woman stand up from her sofa, her voice seemed to boom in the large hall, 'That's good my lovely, you've warmed this young man up very well for me'. She was indeed very tall and muscular, her arms were huge and her thighs showed through her long black robe as she walked. Looking at the other people in the room Emma guessed she must be at least fifteen feet tall.

The woman walked over to Zak and knelt down low on the floor, she petted the creature, stroking its wet head with one enormous finger and lifted Zak's toga with her thumb and forefinger, the creature had both tentacles inside Zak's silver pouch, one was moving rhythmically up the back and the other was wrapped around his cock and balls - Emma could see it coiling, Zak's balls being squeezed like a vice...his head moved down and he looked into the giant woman's eyes, he smiled.

The Giantess patted the creature with that enormous finger and the tentacle coiled tighter, Zak bit his lip again and made no sound, she patted it twice again and the creature moved away, taking its tentacles from Zak's neck and waist, the one at the rear pulling itself from Zak's body with a loud pop and the one at the front uncoiling its grip. 'That's enough my lovely, shall we see what this young man has to offer me?' The giantess held out Zak's toga and pulled a large blade from her robe which looked like a sword, she sliced the silver shiny sash from the toga and it fell to the floor, she moved the long blade up to Zak's neck and slowly cut down the front of the toga until it fell open. There were faint sucker marks around Zak's thighs, disappearing into the sides of his pouch.

Now dripping and even more shiny slick with the creature's fluids, stuck to its contents like glue. The giantess ran the blade down the front of Zak's chest, over the wide silver waistband and down over his stomach, she stopped just before it touched the bulge, Zak looked down at the and then up again at the giantess, he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. The giantess seemed to marvel at this, 'You are a big boy aren't you? I will look forward to sampling your goods.' She moved the blade down along his length, pressing slightly, down between the gap in Zak's thighs - the look on her face made it as if she wanted to eat him.

Emma watched intently at what was unfolding, but she was fearful of what would happen next. 'Or I may just eat you up bit by bit.' This monster woman laughed and the crowded room half-heartedly laughed as well.

This was becoming very annoying as once again, Emma missed the next part, she was whisked away to another place, a darkened room lit only by long candles which flicked in a gentle breeze. Zak lay on a soft bed surrounded by ornate colourful pillows, he was unhurt so she could only assume the giant woman hadn't castrated him.

Zak was sleeping and had been dressed in a toga of fine black silk which shimmered in the candle light, his arms and legs were bare and he had been oiled again. There were no scars on his naked flesh apart from the faint tentacle marks around his legs, spiralling up under his toga.

Emma saw how his pale skin seemed to glow against the darkness. She was aware that the giantess was sitting in a large chair next to the bed, she dwarfed everything in the room and was watching Zak with that wicked smile, her hair now red and shiny, her robe the same. The huge woman reached over and lifted the hem of the black silk and pushed it up to Zak's waist. Emma's mind was spiralling, was this just a very erotic dream she was having?

Zak was sleeping so she seemed to be musing to herself, 'When my Sister gave birth to you I knew you were special and as you grew up I noticed things about you which lit a fire in me, do you remember me playing with you? As you got older I used to dress you up purely because you looked cute. We had lots of special fun together and because you couldn't say anything we just kept on playing - I still have the costumes ready for our new playtimes. Then you went missing and I was wery wery sad.' The giantess put on a fake baby accent and stuck her bottom lip out. 'Then one of my soldiers found you and here you are, I'm happy again - my nephew and my plaything, and you have such impressive equipment!' She looked down at Zak's cock and smiled again. Emma felt sick, this monster was even worse then she'd expected - his Aunt!

Zak was naked, his large smooth balls were slightly purple in places with small rings from the suckers and they nestled between his thighs with his cock laying on one hip. The giantess ran her long fingernails over his balls, caressing them and cupping them with her fingertips. With the other hand she stroked Zak's cock. Emma could see it grow, thicken and lengthen, it flopped upwards seeming to come to life and pointed up towards his chest, resting and pulsating on the black silk of his toga, its enormous head throbbing. 'What a beautiful cock you have. I have never been satisfied by any man, my Lovely is the only creature which fulfils me.'

Emma had never seen a cock so big, it looked wrong on someone this slight. The giantess gripped its shaft with one huge muscular hand and pulled it down towards Zak's knees and up to her lips, gently and with some awkwardness because of her large hands she opened her mouth, Emma could see each tooth was long white and pointed, a row of daggers - was this woman a vampire too? She guided Zak into her mouth with a long wet tongue and started to suck, the giant woman sucked hard, her cheeks became hollow with every effort. Zak awoke suddenly and tried to sit up due to the woman pulling his huge erection downwards, she squeezed his balls between her large fingers, her fingernails digging into their soft plump flesh...Zak looked in extreme pleasure but made no sound, he opened his thighs wider and leant on his elbows - face flushed and eyes closed. At last his body started to spasm and the huge woman sucked harder gulping down Zak's fluid, the cords on her neck standing out, it spilled over her chin in milky white globs. The white fluid dripped onto the bed.

Emma could see red nail marks all over Zak's balls, small crescent indents. The giantess withdrew and Zak's cock slipped from her wet mouth although still throbbing and jutting upwards, there were small pricks of red all along its length, wiping her chin with the back of one hand she gestured to a servant to take Zak somewhere, the servant helped Zak up and led him to another chamber. 'That was to say sorry for earlier. My Lovely does sometimes get carried away.'

To Emma this whole series of visions looked like a porn movie, where poor Zak was being used for sexual gratification - although he did seem to be enjoying it too. It was horrible to watch but Emma had to admit she was anticipating what would happen next. These things were completely out of her realm of imagination and she did feel ashamed at wanting to watch this...but it was also exciting.

Emma floated into the other chamber where Zak was led into. A large domed room, the floor was almost completely taken up with a large round pool, this had a narrow pathway around its edge. The servant removed the black toga and left Zak naked. The giantess followed, she walked into the pool, her black robe lifting around her as she descended her chest in water. It was then Emma noticed the creature from before, octopus-like and moving swiftly in the water. It swam to the woman and gently caressed her back with a long tentacle, the suckers were much softer than on Zak.

In the clear water she could see the creature's tentacles encircle the woman's waist as a lover would, lifting her feet off the bottom of the pool it used more of its tentacles to stroke her breasts, arms and legs, one tentacle curled up the woman's thigh and she instinctively opened her legs. The tip of the tentacle disappeared under the floating robe and the woman took a short gasp and smiled, those sharp teeth glowing. Emma saw that the creature must be fucking her! How disgusting she thought. Those long muscular tentacles and those strong suckers, what must it feel like to have them inside her? Caressing and sucking gently, spreading her wider and going as deep as any human could. But Emma liked it.

The giantess was in complete ecstasy, 'Oh, my lovely...oh yes...deeper, go deeper...' her body rolled in the water, the tentacles pressing her nipples which showed hard through her robe, her arms and legs being caressed and gently sucked, the tentacles seemed to be everywhere inside the woman's robe and there were two between her legs - her robe floated up and Emma saw that one was inside her at the front, the smooth slit between her thighs pushed wide and invaded with one long squirming green tentacle, and the other entered her at the back - she was being fucked both ways.

Emma was fascinated with this, she almost forgot Zak completely. He stood on the edge of the pool, completely naked, those red marks on his balls fading and his long thick cock hanging down halfway to his knees.

Suddenly, without warning Emma was back in her cottage, her head spun and her legs week. 'What was that? What did you do to me?' She felt all emotions, terror for Zak, disgust for herself. Emma snatched her hand away and sat down, Zak just stood there in his toga and leggings. But nothing could make Emma un-see what she knew was bound tightly under that plain white fabric.

Emma sat there for a long time just looking at Zak. How could this all have gotten out of hand? When she woke up this morning she was happy with life, almost everything was perfect. Then this boy appears from nowhere (well, she thought he did) and her life is now in turmoil and she's been turned into someone infatuated with an imaginary world! 'Take me back, I want to see more' Emma nodded and held out her hands to Zak, even though she was shocked at what she was saying. Zak walked over and held both of Emma's hands and she felt that strange pressure behind her eyes again. The setting had changed once more.

The room was bright and Emma had to squint to adjust her vision. It was filled with girls and women of all ages, dressed in fine robes of all colours and fabrics of all types, some shiny plastic and some just plain odd which looked like coiled wire, in the centre of the room bound to a large floating wooden cross was Zak, again he had no expression, his wrists and ankles spread wide and each fixed by one of those leather cuffs to the large X.

The giantess appeared with cheers and clapping from the other (smaller) women 'Hello girls and ladies, as you can see we have a surprise for you today - I have tasted this young man and he is delicious, you are all welcome to try him too'. More cheers and clapping.

The giantess was wearing a large black plastic robe which looked like a huge bin liner although it clung to her muscular body perfectly. When she got to Zak the pushed the wooden cross with one finger until he was upside down. Zak was dressed in what must be the mandatory garments for this place - a simple white toga, which was now hanging around his chest and black shiny leggings strapped tightly high up around his thighs, so high they almost touched his pouch. Zak's black shiny pouch was so tight it looked painted on, every curve showing. It looked like he was being shown off as a trophy to these females - as they chatted and milled around the room some of them touched him as they passed, stroking his arm squeezing him between his thighs like they would a ripe melon.

The room fell silent when the giantess appeared beside Zak again, she clapped her hands and spoke 'Time for fun ladies'. The giantess sat on the floor and pushed the large wooden cross so it floated like a table. The room was still silent as all the women watched Zak his toga now back just above his knees, he stayed still with his eyes closed and waited for what was to come next.

The giantess spoke again 'Shall I warm him up, get the fluids flowing so to speak?' She took a long thin wand from her robe which crackled at one end, a tiny blue spark appeared, she ran it up Zak's legs along the black stockings, the spark crackled when it touched them - Zak stiffened when this happened but smiled, his legs squirming. The giantess held it back and slowly pushed it up under the toga between his thighs, it touched something underneath and crackled, the giantess jabbed him there, Zak flinched - she pushed the toga up with the tip of her fingers to show the large roundness there. Then with a flick of her wrist the giantess flicked Zak's balls lightly with her enormous forefinger. His knees tried to bend and his eyes opened, he looked around at the crowded room smiling, Emma thought how cruel this monster was and the rest of them as they all cheered and clapped.

This went on for some time, flicking and cheering. At last the wand was put back into the woman's robe but the giantess brought out a small knife from her robe, examine it closely sliced the sides of his pouch. 'We should have this off soon' she said, 'with a little effort'. Emma look at the tight pouch as it fell away from Zak's body. She pulled his black plastic away from Zak's middle and lifted it up to resounding cheers and gasps from the other women. The plastic was in shreds but thankfully unstained with blood.

The knife was gone but the giantess now raised a long rubber tube, she slid its length over Zak's cock and switched something on as the tube started to vibrate and ripple, a low humming sound emanated from somewhere and Zak's cock started to grow. It thickened and stood pointing towards the ceiling - a long thick mast covered in rippling black rubber, the tube fitted tightly around it and Zak smiled more, his hips writhed in time with the vibrations. Zak closed his eyes and as the giantess cupped his balls and massaged them with her huge fingers his body started to spasm.

Emma noticed at the end of the rubber tube as a smaller tube, Zak was being milked! She could see each woman move forward with a small cup as in a queue, standing between Zak's legs, the giantess angling the tube into each cup, milky white fluid spurted into each. Zak seemed to have a never ending supply but he was enjoying this immensely with every spasm.

Everything went dark and Emma felt that moving motion again. She was in a chamber with a large bed in its centre, Zak lay on thick silver blankets naked but unhurt. The giantess was naked beside him, her muscular hairless body completely white apart from her shiny raven-like hair which was now jet black again, she looked like a female body-builder Emma had seen photos of, with rippling thighs and biceps, her stomach muscles in layers. This 'monster' was caressing Zak's cock and playing with it, her long fingernails pushing and flicking.

Emma was amazed with Zak's cock, it wasn't just that it was a 'big cock', it was that the aesthetics of his whole being was beautiful and something primal was awakened in her when she saw Zak full erect, it was so straight and powerful, long and thick.

Emma could see what this monster had done in the crowded room, there was a red ring at the base of his cock, this must have been where the tight rubber tube was. The woman reached over and dipped her hand in a large pot of golden oil, dripping it along Zak's length from her fingertip she slowly began to massage him, moving down to give attention to his balls. 'I know you understand, I had to do that. And anyway, who will you tell?' The giantess laughed and continued to massage him.

The giantess pushed Zak's legs apart with ease so she could slide her thick forefinger under his balls and behind him, its long fingernail glistening as she pushed it up inside Zak. 'You used to like this, you never said so but I know you did really - I could tell by your face'. He kept his eyes closed but his body stiffened and he smiled again, Emma then noticed his wrists were bound together again at the head of the bed so he couldn't escape this monster, he squirmed as the giantess pushed her finger upwards, filling him from behind, pushing his body upwards. He moved his legs further apart and bit his lip again, his smile widening and his hips writing.

Zak's cock was indeed very big and even looked large against this giant woman's hands, she removed her finger from behind him and concentrated on his front, oiling his cock, squeezing it and, making it long and very thick. 'We never got the chance to do this before you disappeared but I've been dying to try you out, you will certainly fill me up with this monster.' The giantess sat up and holding Zak's cock upwards she straddled him, guiding it into her and slipping up and down gently, the more she did this the louder her moans, those muscular thighs pumping, her rippling abdomen grinding around.

This woman could take all of Zak's length inside her because of her size, this fifteen foot giant straddling Zak looked to Emma almost funny - Zak looked blank with no joy or happiness. The giantess looked down at Zak and said 'If I could love I would fall in love with you'. Eventually, with a small scream the woman's giant body stiffened and her whole muscular body tensed and she came. Sliding up and off of Zak she lay beside him applying more oil to his erection until it started to soften. 'Mmm...I look forward to more of our playtimes'.

Once again, Emma was back in her front room. Zak stood in front of her, a sad expression in his eyes. This time Emma didn't pull away, she was still feeling slightly drunk but had decided that Zak would be staying with her, for now anyway. If anyone asked she would say he's her nephew or something. And she did feel a kind of maternal instinct towards him but these past few hours she had felt more extreme lust than ever in her life so this was very confusing. She would try to fight the lust and live with him as her supposed nephew.

Although this would prove to be very difficult. Emma felt exhausted, she was damp between her legs but felt sated in some way. She showed Zak to the spare room, made up the bed and gestured for him to lay down. He lay on his back completely still so Emma brought a blanket and covered him. This evening was so very confusing, she would sleep on her decision and hopefully would have a clearer head in the morning.
4

Emma awoke early to find Zak still under the blanket, he was wide awake and looked like he hadn't moved. Thinking now, if he was going to stay with her she had better get him some clothes, rural Oxfordshire was not somewhere togas are worn! It would have to be online shopping because how could Emma leave Zak here alone? He didn't seem to know how this world worked.

After some breakfast, Emma sat Zak down in from of the laptop and Googled clothes for young men (was that right? She had never bought clothes for any man). Although she was a bit nervous of removing Zak's toga she did need to know some measurements.

Emma helped Zak up and made sure the blinds were drawn, her hands were shaking as she undid the plastic sash belting his toga, it was fixed by a kind of magnet, and pulled it up over his head, Zak's arms went up instinctively. She dropped the garment on the floor and looked at him. My word, he is very beautiful she thought. 'You are a very handsome young man' Emma said to Zak, almost confirming it to herself. She went to the sewing box and came back with a rolled-up tape measure, she unstrapped the stockings at each thigh and pulled them down off his feet. She couldn't bring herself to remove the knickers, she was having trouble averting her eyes from it as it was.

She quickly made some measurements, put her bathrobe on Zak and sat him down again. A few pairs of jeans, t-shirts, jumpers, socks and underwear. Zak, kept shaking his head at all of this, he seemed to know that they were for him and didn't want them - but Emma purchased them anyway with next day delivery. He would have to wear clothes, she would have to teach him. But at least that was ticked off the list.

Emma thought Zak should have a bath but would he know how to do this on his own? She ran it hot and deep with lavender oil scenting it sweetly. The bath sat there steaming and Zak didn't seem to know what to do, so Emma slipped her bathrobe from his shoulders and started to unwrap his loin cloth, winding it from his waist eventually Zak was there in front of her completely naked. She tried not to look but it was difficult, she noticed the faint sucker marks around his legs and that fading bruise on his balls.

Emma helped Zak into the hot bath, he sat there doing nothing so she picked up the sponge and washed his upper body - helping Zak to his feet the washed his legs, bottom and eventually with a tentative hand his balls which felt very full and round - Emma couldn't believe how smooth his whole body was - his cock was amazing to touch, she pushed his foreskin back and bathed his whole length, rubbing gently with the sponge. Why was she doing this? It was ridiculous! But she was getting extremely aroused as his length started to grow.
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