Chapter #5Introductions by: Fafnir   Mark could only stare in awe at the beauty of the woman that had captured him so easily. She couldn't have been much older than him but she was so much larger than he was at the moment. He wasn't the only one staring as his captress was staring wide-eye at his tiny body with an expression of puzzlement and curiosity, like she just discovered some unknown exotic animal.
She was examining Mark in her grip and her warm breath washed over him when she spoke, "Well, well, well. What do we have here." in perfect English. That statement shocked Mark out of his ogling with surprise and he immediately thought of trying to get her help. She spoke English, so that made communication with her possible but judging from her expression earlier, it's almost like she has never seen a shrinky before.
So, Mark decided that a basic introduction was the best start and he spoke tentatively, "Hello there. My name is Mark." He didn't know who was more surprised when spoke because the giantess jerked her head back, her eyes widening in shock. There was a moment of stunned silence before the giantess yanked Mark closer and examined him from head to toe. He fidgeted in her grip, becoming embarrassed under her piercing gaze as she took in every detail of his body, before slowly unclenching the hand that held him.
She twisted her palm as she slowly opened her trembling hand, giving a platform for Mark to stand up on. He noted how soft her palm was when he carefully stood up on her trembling hand and stared up at the awed face of his captress.
She was the first one to speak, "What are you?" she whispered slowly. Her warm breath washed over him again, smelling of pine and mint. He bowed this time to the giantess, wanting to make a good impression and repeated his introduction, "Hello there. My name is Mark."
The giantess's face made an "aaahhh" expression and she hurriedly introduce herself, "Ah, hellooo, My c-cccllan nammmme isss Hunts Alone. May-ay theeee Great Spirit watcccchhh over usss." She stuttered, clearly not use to introducing herself to a shrinky.
Mark kept his cool though as he asked the first question on his mind, "Nice to meet you Hunts Alone. I wonder if you can tell where I am right now." That drew a blank look from Hunts Alone as she seemed to have trouble answering. She mumbled "The ancestral land," but Mark had no idea where the "Ancestral Land" was, but saved Hunts Alone from answering.
"Nevermind, I was just wondering." He said, but he was happy to know that he was still in North America from her language.
Hunts Alone heaved a sigh of relief then asked a barrage of questions of her own. What tribe are you from? How did you get so tiny? Did the Great Spirit curse you? What are you? Each question brought her face closer and closer to Mark till her breath knocked him on his ass before Hunts Alone realized she was way too close.
She turned her head away, embarrassment turning her tan skin scarlet. Mark couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction and felt that this woman could help him with his problems. He spoke up, "I don't think you have the answers to my questions, but to you know anyone that does?" That perked Hunts Alone right up as someone came to mind and she squealed, "The Wise-Woman will know. The Great Spirit speaks to her about all things."
"Can you take me to her?" Mark asked.
"Yes, I was on my way back to the village when I spotted you." Hunts Alone was trembling with excitement now. "I'd never thought I would find something so amazing."
She must have some amazing eyes to see me amongst the grass, he thought. Mark walked carefully to ledge of her hand and look down see the grass he'd been sitting on hundreds of feet below. He jerked back away from the edge, feeling vertigo but realizing Hunts Alone didn't just have amazing eyesight, but amazing height as well because she was over 7 feet tall. The aforementioned giantess, had already started skipping back towards the village and Mark had to latch onto her finger to keep from being thrown.
Hunts Alone must have realized this because stop immediately and raised Mark up to her plump lips. "Sorry about that. This should be more comfortable." She pulled him away long enough for Mark to a proper look at her attire or lack of. Her clothes resembled the clothing Indians were such as moccasin boots, a short skirt and belt with stuffed sacks and sheathed knives hanging from her waist, and only broad band, similar to a oversized scarf, wrapped around her oversized breasts.
Hunts Alone carefully placed Mark in her massive cleavage and gave her breasts a few knocks to see if he was comfortable. The firm jugs shook erotically around him but Mark was very, very, comfortable in his position. She smiled seeing the shocked, then almost serene expression on his face before she said "Hold on" and took off sprinting.
The world became a violent roller-coaster of breasts as Mark was plunged down, then shot up as Hunts Alone's breasts shook violently within the confines of her breastband as she quickly covered ground back towards her village. The ride was both pleasurable as her firm breasts rubbed him in all the right places and vomit-inducing as his stomach couldn't decide whether to stay in his feet or ride up his throat.
After a couple of minutes, a village was coming in sight and Hunts Alone was starting to slow down, barely winded from the long sprint. Her run became a jog, then a walk as she entered the outskirts of the village and Mark got his first look at it. It was seriously an Indian village as scantily clad women strolled unembarrassed through the maze of erect teepees. All of the women wore garbs similar to Hunts Alone, but to varying degrees of covering as some didn't even bother to wear anything at all and Mark stared at them till Hunts Alone strode pass. Not to mention that each woman was just as tall, if not taller than Hunts Alone, even some of the children were taller than Mark at his normal full height. Mark didn't see any male villagers though, even as they drew closer the largest teepee in the middle of the village.
Pink-colored smoke rose through the top as Hunts Alone approach the pair of guardswomen in front of the entrance. Hunts Alone's voice vibrated through her chest as she wished to speak with the Wise-Woman. The guards allowed her entry and entered the dark, humid teepee fearlessly.
Mark coughed as the pink smoke rolled over him, smelling of incense and bubblegum. It took his eyes a moment to adapt to the low-light to see an age woman in white garb sitting silently by the fire producing the smoke. Her face was lined with old-age but Mark could see traces of the beautiful woman the elder must have been. Hunts Alone approached then bowed to the elder, nearly toppling Mark out of her cleavage.
"Elder, I have come to seek your wisdom as I have found a strange sight that I have never seen before." Hunts Alone spoke in respectful tone as the elder turned towards her.
"Bah, you reckless girl. You are allows bringing things that you find interesting, no different than your mother or her mother before her." The Wise-Woman complained. Though it sounded like she was scolding Hunts Alone, Mark saw a soft smile on her lips.
"So girl, what have you brought this time?" the Wise-Woman asked.
"Something that was never spoken of in your stories." Hunts Alone approached the elder and carefully pulled Mark out cleavage. She dropped him in her palm and Mark stood up as the Wise-Woman brought her face closer. Her eyes bugged out the moment she laid her eyes on Mark and she jerked back muttering, "A male. A male has returned to the world." Hunts Alone immediately grew worried, but the Wise-Woman waved her away as she muttered and spoken herself. Mark could only watch as the Wise-Woman slowly regained her composure before pointing to a cushion for Hunts Alone to sit on. She sat on the cushion and set Mark down on top her expansive chest as the Wise-Woman sat across from them.
"Hunts Alone." Hunts Alone stiffened up at the call. "Do you know the significance of what you have brought to me?" Hunts Alone slowly shook her head as the Wise-Woman sighed. "The person on your chest, is something that our great-ancestors used to called a male. They are like in form, but very different fundamentally." Hunts Alone stole a quick glance at Mark before nodding at the elder's words. "There used to be as many males as their were Amazons in the world and they lived side by side with our ancestors as the plotted and survived on the land we live on today. But something happened centuries ago that killed off most of the men but the few that remained called for the benevolence of the Great Spirit not to save themselves but to save us and allow to continue on with children. The Great Spirit had granted their plea, but the price was the few remaining males disappeared in exchange for saving us."
Hunts Alone gasped as Mark stared flabbergasted at what the elder was saying. That shouldn't be right he thought, there was nothing in history books about any of this. Then an almost incomprehensible idea came to his mind, but he didn't want to believe it. Looking down at his left hand, the portal device was still there but everything else had changed. He realized that he wasn't on Earth anymore. He was trapped in unknown world.
The elder continued, "So the one you have brought here, though tiny, is one of the last remaining males in this world." The Wise-Woman stood up and approached Mark, who was too in shock to notice. The elder kneeled to him and said, "At long last, the Great Spirit has returned the males to this world."
This would be the start of Mark's adventure into the world of Amazons.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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