The Village, part 1
By Fragilistic, frag902@yahoo.co.uk
Where women rule and men obey 


A commotion awoke the villagers, people were rushing around in all directions
shouting and yelling.

"What's all the fuss?" asked a bleary eyed Antor. "It's Eyal", replied his
brother Egun, "he's run."

"The fool", cried Antor, "They'll catch him, and when they do ...."

"Try not to think about it", Egun said, "You never know, he might make it to
the outlands and then, who knows ?"

"You know as well as I that no man has ever managed to escape", sighed Antor.
"They always catch them. They're too fast, too powerful".

"Maybe Eyal will be the first", said Egun, a little more hopefully than he
felt, for a feeling of dread had already started to creep into his chest, and
was now taking hold of his heart and squeezing.

At the entrance to the village a hunting party was being assembled, comprised
entirely of women. The youngest, Kyra, stood almost 7 feet tall and weighed a
solid 250 pounds. The eldest, Talwyn, was 6 inches taller than Kyra, and had
another 50 pounds of muscle on her.

"You know what must be done, Kyra", said Talwyn. "It is your time. Today, you
will become a woman. A woman of the village. You must bring Eyal back."

"Dead or alive ?", asked Kyra, a wicked smile crossing her beautiful face.

"Alive, but not necessarily unharmed", said Talwyn. "That is up to you. We
need to teach the men of this village a lesson. They have become unruly of
late, and I will not tolerate defiance. We must crush this rebelliousness
before it spreads throughout the entire village. Do I make myself clear?"

The women roared their approval, stamping their powerful feet on the ground.

"You go ahead, Kyra, we will follow on behind to make sure everything is ok"
said Talwyn.

"Don't worry about me, I can handle a little man" said Kyra, stretching to her
full height and flexing her muscles. The other women smiled. She was ready ...

Kyra set off into the jungle, her powerful legs carrying her effortlessly
through the thick undergrowth, her huge breasts bouncing side to side in the
overmatched bra that was trying to contain them.

Almost at once she picked up Eyal's tracks, and using her hunter's skills
which had been honed to a fine art, she set off in quick pursuit.

On through the jungle she ran, tirelessly, her strong legs propelling her
along at a frenetic speed. Shrubs and bushes were crushed underfoot, her
massive weight leaving deep imprints in the earth. Soon, she thought, soon, he
would be in her grasp.

Kyra entered a clearing and stopped to listen. She looked carefully at the
tall grass, studied the broken stalks, and set off again, slower this time,
stealthily, like a big cat stalking its prey. She continued in this fashion
for another hour or so, until suddenly crouching down motionless.

There, off to her right, she saw something move. Only a slight movement,
almost imperceptible, but her keen senses had detected it. It was Eyal, and he
was crouching down, hunkering in the long golden grass. Kyra silently removed
her short tan skirt and bra, less the coloration give her away. She was now
completely naked. Kyra started to slowly, carefully, circle around behind him
unnoticed, her trained hunter's feet making not a sound.

After she had encircled him, she crept forwards slowly, inch by stealthy inch
through the long golden grass, her bronzed features and cropped blonde hair
blending perfectly with her surroundings. When she was within range she tensed
her massive leg muscles, coiled like huge springs, ready for the strike.

Eyal was resting in the long grass, looking back the way he had come in case
he was being pursued. No, he was safe for now, his night time escape had given
him an advantage and he was ahead of the game. He smiled at his cunning, and
started to think about what he was going to do when ...

Wham. Two hundred and fifty pounds of muscular female crashed on top of him,
knocking the daylights out of him. At first he thought that a wild animal had
attached him, and he screamed and waved his arms about, trying desperately to
protect his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was one of the girls
from the village, pinning him to the ground.

"You must be Eyal" she said. "Gotcha", as she squeezed him hard against her
huge chest. "Euuffff" gasped Eyal, as the air was forced instantly from his
lungs.

This was so much more fun than the corn sacks the girls used in order to
practice their crushing technique, thought Kyra, who always managed to squeeze
the sacks in two with a single powerful hug, spilling husks of corn all over
the training yard. This was a real, live, squirming, thrashing, warm blooded
man, and she was going to enjoy squeezing the life out of him, at least until
the others caught up with her.

Kyra lifted Eyal into a sitting position so that they faced each other, her
full weight coming to rest on his legs causing him to gasp. Her long muscular
thighs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him in tight against her,
crossing her long legs behind his back and starting to squeeze. She rested her
hands palms down and watched him squirm helplessly in her crushing leg vice.
He tried to pry her thick legs apart with his hands but it was like trying to
move tree trunks, his efforts were useless and she continued to squeeze him at
her whim. Then he tried hitting her thighs with his balled fists, but her legs
were so solid and so muscular it had no effect other than to make her giggle.

"Please ... "he begged, "please stop, you're crushing me".

Kyra smiled innocently at the little man trapped between her mighty gams.

"You shouldn't have run, you knew the rules. Now you have to face the
consequences."

She squeezed her thighs tighter still, marveling at how seemingly little
effort on her part caused him to squirm and beg.

Kyra reached towards the terrified man and wrapped her massive arms around
him, pulling him tight against her enormous chest. His arms were pinned
helplessly to his sides as she squeezed him hard against her firm globes.

Her nipples were huge and erect, pressing painfully into Eyal's slender chest
as he was crushed in her embrace. Her breathing started to quicken, she felt a
warm tingling sensation in her breasts and loins as she tightened her hold.

It would be so easy to crush him, she thought, and wondered what it would feel
like, to take a man's life as if he were no more than a mouse caught
helplessly in her grip. As a young woman, she had often captured field mice in
the grain store. Mostly she would amuse herself with them for a while, and
then release them when she grew bored. Sometimes though, if she were in a foul
temper, she had been known to crush them in her powerful hands, the muscles in
her forearms jumping to attention, fascinated as the tiny body squished in her
strong fingers, warm blood and guts trickling down her hand. Once, out of
curiosity, she crushed a mouse beneath her breast, placing a huge heavy tit
upon its tiny body and listening to the crunching sounds as the massive weight
slowly settled atop the poor creature.

"How are you, my little mouse?" She asked Eyal, watching his pupils to make
sure he hadn't lapsed into unconsciousness.

"Ugghhh" was all he could manage, his head lolling from side to side.

Kyra pulled him in tighter against her, so that her powerful chest was pressed
hard against his completely outmatched body. One of her breasts alone was
bigger than his entire chest! As she breathed in, her chest expanded, crushing
him tighter and tighter against her unyielding steel arms which held him
close. She could feel his ribs bending inwards against the terrible pressure.

Her arms tightened another notch, increasing the unbearable pressure on his
hopelessly outclassed body. She breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with
air, her firm breasts swelling to their maximum size, pinning and crushing
Eyal with all their might. Snap, crack, went several of his ribs, the pain
more than he could bear, and then came the blessed release of unconsciousness.

"Kyra", came the shout from behind. She turned and saw Talwyn and the others
approaching.

"I thought I told you we needed him alive" bellowed Talwyn, her face dark with
rage.

"I'm sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away", said Kyra meekly, relaxing her
grip from the man plastered against her chest. As she stood up to greet her
sisters, Eyal's limp body fell in a heap at her feet.

One of the women knelt down alongside Eyal's crumpled body and put her finger
to his neck. "He still has a pulse", she said "although it is a very weak one.
If we get him back to the village in time we can probably save him."

"You knew that we needed him alive, how could you be so careless?" demanded
Talywn of the younger woman, still angry with her but her rage diminishing.
She realised that it was the impetuousness of youth that had nearly finished
Eyal off. "He still has a purpose, we need to show the other men of the
village that escape attempts will be punished, and punished harshly."

"What do you have in mind?" asked Kyra, her curiosity getting the better of
her.

"We will show the men what happens to those who attempt to escape. Eyal will
pay a heavy price for his treachery. And you, Kyra, you are going to do it,
with the whole village watching, for it was you who captured him."

The warm tingling sensation in Kyra's breasts and thighs was back again.