Well here is my first tale and I've had a blast writing it. My hope is that you, the reader, will find this first chapter in a planned series interesting. All feedback, whether good or bad, is most welcome. Right, enough said...
The silvery moonlight cast changing patterns upon my gleaming naked torso as it filtered through the tree canopy above. On any other night, I may have marvelled at moon's whimsical designs on my rippling body, but not tonight. Tonight I wished for no moon at all, but alas, her bright, full face showered me in her unwelcome soft light.
I had been quietly bathing in a stream far from where our temporary camp had been set up for the night. I was quietly washing when "The Giants" had suddenly fallen upon me en masse and now I was running, running for my very freedom. I did not even have time to gather my clothing that hung in a tree to air while I cleaned. I should have been more careful though, particularly in these times, but I was not and now I would pay the price.
Another branch swatted at my face, the slashing thorns and rough bark of the limb adding to my many light wounds that covered my entire body. I hardly noticed the pain any longer... Was that a rustling noise to my left? I dodged to the right, putting a gargantuan tree trunk between my phantom pursuers and me. My heart pounded in my chest from my exertions, but my blind fear probably added to that fact. If they caught up with me...
While I ran I thought of how our sheltering Forest had changed much over recent times and not for the better. Or rather our race had since "The Giants" had arrived from the heavens in their colossal, gleaming vessels. I had always believed that only good things descended from heaven. Warming sunshine, the nurturing rain...but not these barbaric savages, surely?
How could pure viciousness dwell within the hearts of such a regal looking race of women? And why was it that their tribe consisted of only women? That could never be natural, surely! How too could they, as a people, like you and I, though far larger, be so ruthless in their selfish pursuits. What were their plans? Nothing made sense to me any longer, I thought to myself as I fled.
How could they have brutally killed all our women and daughters of all ages without any sign of pity? Pure evil would explain it. But that meant that there had to be pure good to balance everything out, and I knew that pure good was a fallacy, a dream. Most complicated situations could never be so easily explained away, so I gave up trying. How could you even start to rationalise these beasts' actions anyway?
I thought of my loving mate and our two daughters and how they were brutally massacred like unwanted vermin. I almost sobbed aloud when I thought of my girls and my son. Oh Soasa, I choked at the mere thought of him, my unashamed favourite. My wonderful boy, on the verge of manhood. He was taken from me and frog-marched away with the rest of the boys from our village. That day, my world had come to an end while I had been cowering in the undergrowth that surrounded the village. I witnessed my son and his friends being led away into who knew what kind of living hell along with the captured men. Coward, that's what I was, but what could I do against those vicious beasts, I tried to reason with myself feebly.
Why would "The Giants" not just leave us few remaining, poorly nomadic freemen alone? Slipping, I fell into the dirt. I took this moment and listened for my pursuers. Nothing, not even a hint of my pursuers. But I knew how silent these huntresses could move when they chose to. Like my thoughts, I got wearily to my feet and I ran on. Have they not enslaved enough of us yet? What more could they possibly take? Unfortunately, that was a question I was about to have answered. They wanted my freedom and so much more.
Suddenly something crashed violently into my back and sent me sprawling into the leaf litter again. The wildly delighted whoop behind me was echoed in turn from many directions as the hunting pack closed in, shattering the hushed, humid evening air. I rolled onto my back, my scrabbling hands desperately seeking a weapon of any kind, a rock or branch, or anything, to aid my fight for freedom and then I froze.
"Move and I'll take it all right now!" Hissed the blonde goddess that stooped over me, but still seemed to tower over me. Her beautiful features held me captive, but it was the sudden stab of pain at the base of my scrotum that froze all my movement. Her large hand had stretched my cock and balls tightly away from my body and she gave them another squeeze to enforce her intentions My blood turned to ice as I glanced down and saw a steel dagger flash in the silver light as it effortlessly nicked my most tender of flesh. "That's it my darling, it'll be so much easier if you don't fight." She smiled radiantly, a hint of wild fresh herbs on her breath. Gasping, I lay back and awaited my fate.
Slight rustling dry leaves, much like the whisper of a sighing summer breeze wafting through the tree tops, heralded the arrival of the rest of "The Giants". Twelve majestic beauties, all oversized, made up this hunting pack and I knew that I stood no chance of escape now.
"Tie him!" Barked the tallest and easily the most exquisitely gorgeous creature I had ever seen. Like all of her kind, she wore a form hugging white one-piece suit that flaunted all of her kind's seductive bumps, swells, curves and valleys. Amazingly, the tight fabric seemed to shrug off any dirt and almost glimmered in its cleanliness.
"Yes, my Princess," responded my crotch-captor while many hands wrestled me onto my stomach. I squealed as my balls were twisted unnaturally around in the sudden move. My hands were bound roughly behind my back with the softest cord. "Don't worry my sweet, we'll take very good care of your grapes and vine from now on." Breathed the blonde in my ear and gave my sac another searing tweak.
"Enough of your games Reza, there will be time aplenty for that in a moment! Lift him up so that we may see what toy we have managed to catch," the invader princess snapped impatiently. Hauled upright into the air, I struggled defiantly, acutely aware that I had no means to shield my nakedness.
Two tall, slender, but powerful girls in white gripped my bound arms, while another two clamped onto my ankles. The one named Reza dropped to her knees, as if she were about to worship me, her eyes level with mine. With a greedy little smirk she bowed even lower and took my soft cock head into her warm, wet mouth and my groin tormentor bit down, hard. The others knew what was about to happen and gripped me all the more tightly, in what was obviously a well-choreographed move of intimidation.
