Tiny Samson

                                 (Part I)

                                    by

                                 Leo Fosse

        He awoke, but he didn't know where.  The room was dark, only lit by

a distant blur of light at eye level, very faint and producing no noticeable

heat. His one overriding sensation was cold.  Curled in a fetal position, his

teeth chattering, his own skin felt chill to his touch, the only thing colder

was the hard metal floor beneath him; his skin was so bereft of the warmth of

living tissue, he wondered if he was dead.  This certainly did not match the

famous near death experiences.  The light in front of him was neither warm

nor inviting; perhaps he had slept through it, and the welcome wagon got

bored, leaving him in this cold hell for eternity.

        He tried to wiggle his feet, but instead felt sickening pain coming

from his ankles.  Any attempt to move any part of his body resulted in

similar stabs from his frozen joints; his only unparalyzed body parts were

his jaw, which moved enough to let his teeth chatter, and his eyes which

searched the dimly lit freezer for any information.  He realized his lungs

must be working, since breath was forming frozen clouds before his face, and

he could hear his own slow heartbeat.

        The far off door opened and light flooded the room; his eyes sent

messages of pain to his brain.  He tried to scream, but through his shivering

mouth the only sound that came out sounded like a small dog trying to bark

while dreaming, a pathetic cross between a growl and a yip.

        The sound made him open his eyes, the rumble of footsteps approaching

quickly.  Something on two legs was approaching him, something very, very

big.  His eyes, unaccustomed to the light, squinted to protect themselves,

and still unable to move his head, he peered sideways, but he was only able

to see up to the massive calf of the monster walking toward him.  Trying to

turn his neck produced a new stab of pain, and the little man decided to

close his eyes and accept whatever miserable fate awaited him.

        Two giant hands slid under his body, cradling him in his frozen fetal

ball.  It hurt the little man every time the giant took a step, the rumble of

the huge footfalls shaking him and his brittle frozen joints.  The only even

slightly positive sensation was the warmth and softness of the giant hands

that held him, so much more comfortable than the frigid floor on which he

awoke.  He opened his eyes slightly, and saw a thumb bigger than his forearm

in front of his face.  He could barely focus, but this bizarre enormous digit

transfixed him completely.  Try as he might, he could only stare at the thing

or close his eyes shut.

        Soon, the walking stopped, and the hands holding him lowered.  The

next sensation hurt for only a moment, and then brought some relief.  The

shock of the wetness faded almost immediately, and then came the warmth.  The

giant hands propped his little body up so that his mouth was above water, and

still able to breathe, the rest of his frozen body now immersed in a warm and

sweet smelling bath.  He opened his eyes to see where he was, but focusing

was still difficult, and the wisps of steam produced when his frigid form was

placed in the warm pool made the world a blur.  He could tell the giant was

moving away, satisfied that the little man was safe in the tiny pool.

        The warm water was relieving the feeling of pain he felt in the

joints he had tried to move, but sometimes the memory of intense pain makes a

person cautious to the point of fearfulness.  He decided to try something

less dramatic.  He remembered when a friend got in an accident, and the

doctor first wanted to check if the patient could wiggle his toes.  He tried

and he could.  Next he tried to open his hands and close them again.  This

was tougher, but it didn't hurt like before, just an occasional twinge. 

Soon, the little man in the warm water was stretching his body out to its

full - if not very impressive - height. 

        It was good to have control of his body again.  He was a professional

athlete, and quite a remarkable specimen; his underwear ads made a very big

splash, and he had lost count of how many women had asked him to sign one of

the posters.  "Sign on the biceps" they would ask boldly, or sometimes

blushing "Sign it down there... on the thigh."  He would smile politely as

they giggled nervously, or bit their lower lip.

        He tried to remember how he got here, but everything was a blank. 

His last memory was... was it driving?  Yes, he thought, I was driving, but

where?  What was I doing before?  Where was I going?  Where was I coming from

and when did I leave?  No answers came to these questions; it was like he had

a dream he was driving.

        Now he was here, wherever that was.  His guess was he was on another

planet, or had been taken prisoner and was the subject of some strange

experiment.  None of this made sense, but sitting in the water he knew he

really was in some vast room, built to giant scale, soaking in a pool of warm

water that was most likely a sink for the colossal beings that inhabited the

world.

        A sink, he wondered, or a cooking pot?  There was a scent in the

water, pleasant, not quite sweet, almost like a spice or an herb.  Cloves, he

thought?  He noticed the water was getting warmer.  He remembered the old

chestnut about a lobster in a pot, getting warmer by degrees, unable to

notice the danger until it was too late.  He climbed out of the warm bath and

onto the counter, trying to figure how to make his escape from this kitchen

of doom. 

        It was a not a difficult drop to the floor, maybe only ten feet or

so, but before he could make good on his poorly conceived escape plan, the

giant who carried him in returned.  Make that a giantess, he realized.  His

captor gasped at seeing him out of the sink, and moved toward him, speaking

some language unknown to him.  For a moment, he thought she might be gasping

at his tremendous physique, but the tone of her voice sounded like she was

scolding him.  She towered over him, her long legs finishing slightly higher

than the counter top level, her head, shoulders and breasts well above his

eye level.  She grabbed him with one hand around his ribcage and dipped him

slowly back in the water, cooing at him to reassure him that he should be

happy doing what she was quite capable of forcing him to do in any case.

        He sunk back into the pool, and his enormous attendant knelt down so

only her head and shoulders where above the sink level, resting her forearms

on the counter top and her chin on the back of her hands.  She was pretty,

in an odd sort of way, he thought, a long thin face with big brown eyes.  Her

long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with a few wispy strands framing her

face, making her look sexually available despite her crisp businesslike

uniform.  If she were his size, he probably wouldn't give her a tumble.  He

had his criteria for the women he dated, which was "Baywatch or better";

since he was drop dead gorgeous, he only dated women who were drop dead

gorgeous.  This woman was a little too small breasted, and her face was not

cover girl perfect.  Still, he wished she would stand up so he could get

another look at those thirteen foot long legs.

        She stared at him intently, unnervingly.  Staring at someone is an

aggressive act; when a man stares at a strange woman, he usually only wants

one thing, and it's often the same when a woman stares at a man.  Of course,

the little man was an athlete and a celebrity on his planet, and a remarkable

specimen on any planet.  Might as well give his public a thrill, he thought,

and he struck a pose.  His left arm stretched straight at a high, heroic

angle, his right arm cocked to show his biceps and back muscles to greatest

effect, his pecs firm and rounded, his rippled abs rising slowly out of the

warm water.

        The giant young woman tried stifle a giggle, but could not.  She

began to laugh and could not quite stop herself.  The little man reddened in

anger and embarrassment, and trying to make amends, the giantess cooed and

smiled at him, and reached a giant hand toward him.  She first dipped her

huge hand in the warm water, and touched his tiny hand gently with her long

fingertips.  She moved her hand slowly inside his personal space, and he

could gauge the incredible size difference between them better.  Her hand,

from the base of her palm to the tip of her finger, was longer than his

entire arm.  She reached his shoulder easily and seemed to be reaching behind

him.  He raised his arm in a bodybuilder pose, but she bent his arm back down

effortlessly with the edge of her palm.  She reached behind his back and

gently grabbed the object of her interest, the long ponytail that grew to the

middle of his back.  She hummed in satisfaction as she stretched his hair

out, amazed at the length of his wavy locks.  She took the long tresses and

draped them over his left shoulder, then placed them across his throat like a

necklace and back behind him over his right shoulder.  She made pleasant

sounds, and he could only assume she was complimenting him in her language,

still completely unknown to him.

        A buzzer went off, and an animating electronic device high above the

sink froze.  He guessed it must be some sort of timer, and just as quickly as

the sound went off, the giantess plucked him from the warm water, saying

something that sounded matter of fact.  The little fellow was unused to being

physically manipulated so easily, and it both bothered him and excited him,

especially because his captor was subtly attractive.  She wrapped his little

naked body in a large warm cloth; he couldn't believe how quickly the alien

towel was removing the excess moisture from his skin.  In a matter of seconds,

he felt dry to the touch, and his enormous attendant whipped the cloth off of

him, and dried his long hair in her huge hands, cooing at his pretty locks.

        Finally, she stood up again, letting him see those stunning long legs

again.  "Doop!"  she barked at him, and stood with her arms out and her feet

far apart.  "Doop!" she repeated, and pointed at him.  He guessed she wanted

him to mimic her, and he stood in a similar position.  She smiled broadly.

"Zhlee!"  she said, enthusiastically.

        The little man held the position as the titan walked over to another

counter and picked up a large object, which looked something like a large,

old fashioned news camera, except that it had many lenses, giving it a weird

look, like some invertebrate predator.  She came back to the little man, and

aimed the device at him.  When she clicked it on, he could see little red

dots of light on his skin in several places.  Laser sights.

        The little man curled in a fetal ball, unwilling to be the focus of

this alien object.  "Oko, oko."  The giant woman chided, putting the camera-

like object down and once again standing in the arms out, legs apart.  "Doop."

she commanded, and the little man obeyed.  Once again, the laser sights were

aimed at him, and though he shivered slightly with anxiety, the giantess

smiled at him, making him feel that while it was inevitable that he obey, it

also might not be for the worse.

        After a few moments, the laser sights were turned off, and his

willowy attendant removed a glowing capsule from the camera device, and then

placed the capsule in wall outlet.  She spoke to him, he guessed reassuringly,

but he couldn't understand a thing she was saying.  After a few minutes, a

bell rang and a little door opened near the wall outlet.  She reached over

and picked up a small beige jumpsuit, styled much like the one she wore, but

tailored for the tiny man.  He climbed into his new clothes, which fit fairly

well.  The giant woman then pulled out a new gadget, which looked like a

giant soldering gun.  The little man backed away from her when she pointed it

at him and the barrel glowed red, but the giantess touched the end with her

finger to show him that it wasn't painful.  She began to touch his jumpsuit

with the glowing red barrel, and wherever she touched him, the suit contoured

to his body.  Soon the jumpsuit fit him very snugly indeed, but still with

surprising comfort and freedom of movement.  She giggled a bit as she made

his tiny crotch snug enough that little would be left to the imagination. 

The giantess then handed him some tiny shoes that fastened from the toe to

the ankle with something that must be like velcro, though he couldn't see

what was causing the adhesion.  He was now dressed very much like she was,

except the she had a blue insignia on her collar, while his was white.

        With one hand around his ribcage, the giantess plucked the little man

from the counter and put him on the floor; he had wanted a better view of her

incredible long legs, but this was more than he had bargained for.  Her

fantastic shapely calves were as tall as he was, and her long thighs towered

above him, meeting suggestively at her crotch.  Her jumpsuit was nearly as

tight as his, and it didn't take much imagination to mentally undress his

colossal companion.  She put her hands on her hips, and he found this pose

very sexy.  She snapped her fingers, which was surprisingly loud, and pointed

at him to stand behind her.  He was happy to comply, as she had a remarkable

rear end, gently rounded where her cheeks met the top of her towering legs.

His penis was stiffening in his tight jumpsuit just looking at her. 

        She began giving him orders to walk, then stop, to wait, then come to

her, to walk ahead, then stop.  He felt sort of like a dog being trained.  He

hadn't really noticed it until she had put him on the ground, but the gravity

on this planet was considerably less than on Earth.  He could easily scamper

as quickly as his trainer could walk with her super long legs.  He wondered

if dogs on this planet sometimes got randy with their masters, and decided to

start panting like a puppy, howling and yapping.  The giantess seemed to

understand the joke, and clapped and laughed at his canine impersonation.  He

then grabbed her beautiful calf, and began to hump it like a love starved

Pekingese.  "Oko!"  she warned, but the little man then jumped up and grabbed

one of her big gorgeous butt cheeks in his hands and playfully bit into her

warm soft flesh.

        "Oko!"  she said sharply, and spanked the little man on his tiny

behind.  It stung him deeply, and he realized she was no longer amused at his

antics.  Still, the spanking did not diminish his erection.  Though he knew

she wasn't interested, he was still very aroused in her presence.

        A voice came over a public address system, and the giantess attendant

flustered slightly.  She bent down on one knee and began speaking very

earnestly to the little man, and though he didn't actually understand her,

he assumed this was a "straighten up and fly right, and while you're at it,

lose the erection" speech, and the tiny man nodded sheepishly and did his

best to think about less arousing things than his keepers' long legs and

spectacular rear end.

        The oddly matched couple walked out of the room and strode

purposefully through a huge hallway, where giants gawked and pointed at the

tiny man.  He should have expected that everyone on this planet was a giant,

and even "little" people would be twenty feet tall or more, but the reality

of a crowd of colossal people was more than a little upsetting.  He was going

to have to get used to staring into the knees of his massive captors.

        The tiny man and his long tall keeper stopped at a door, and she

straightened her uniform and hair; clearly, this was their destination, and

she was more than a little nervous.  Everyone made him a little nervous on

this huge world, so he didn't see any reason for concern.  She gestured for

him to walk behind her slowly, and he did as he was told.  The door opened

onto a long stairway leading up.  His trainer began walking upstairs, and the

little fellow hopped easily up the stairs, each one about two feet high.  It

was easy enough walking slower than the giant woman, but watching her walk

upstairs presented another problem, or the same old problem.  Her ass swayed

in an achingly beautiful way as her legs climbed the stairs.  He knew better

than jumping up and giving her a squeeze, but his cock could not help but

salute her as her cheeks rubbed against each other seductively over and over

again.  She was ignoring him now, as whoever was in the room above them was

obviously much more important than he was; this neglect turned him on even

more, giving him permission to think any erotic thought that entered his

dirty little mind.

        As they climbed the stairs, the room they were entering was becoming

more visible, and it was a huge hall, even by giant standards.  Crowds of

beautifully dressed people stood on both sides of the pathway that lead to

a raised stage where the obviously very important people were.  Guards in

bright blue uniforms stood in front of the crowds at either sides, and they

seemed to be the only giants in the entire crowd who weren't giggling and

buzzing at the little visitor.  He was blushing like a beet, realizing that

his erection was painfully obvious to all these giant gawkers, and he was

likely being lead to meet some incredibly important person on this planet.

Well, he thought, knowing it was too late now; nothing like making a good

first impression.

        The little man and his giant attendant walked up the stairs to the

raised stage; he did his best to ignore her perfect rear end, though it made

little difference now.  He saw a very tall man with a perfectly trimmed beard

and moustache, the only person with any facial hair in the group in front of

him.  He wore a brilliant red uniform that shone like satin, and a cape that

appeared to be made of some soft white fur.  The attendant knelt down on one

knee, and the little man realized it would be a good idea to do the same. 

The giant in red smirked at the little man's sign of respect.

        "Welcome to my planet, my little friend.  I am Rakelin Prime, ruler

of this place.  Who do I have the honor of addressing?"

        "Sir, my name is Robert Louis Olavson, from the planet Earth."

        "Robert Louis Olavson?  I'm afraid there must have been some mistake.

We were looking for a fellow named Mighty Samson."

        The little man blushed.  "No, sir, no mistake.  That is my stage

name."  He thought it was a little funny that he brought to some distant

planet, and his reputation was still as a professional wrestler.

        "Behold, my friends, The Mighty Samson!" said Rakelin Prime, and the

crowd roared in laughter.  "The conqueror of Deadly Nightshade, and the

vanquisher of the Vise Grip of the Tax Collector.  A champion of an entire

planet!" 

        The crowd began to chant his name like the crowds at wrestling

matches.  "Sam-son!  Sam-son!"  they roared and laughed in something

approaching approval and defining derision.

        "We love your adventures here; so entertaining."  the king said to

his puny guest, and The Mighty Samson smiled weakly back.  "Some of us have

even learned your language from the broadcasts, so we could converse.  Let me

introduce you to some members of my family.  Daughters; come meet the Mighty

Samson."

        Three incredible visions of beauty, giantesses all, came forward from

the group that stood behind the ruler.  Samson could not believe his eyes;

not that he was surprised that they were gorgeous, but each was so different

from the others.  His jaw dropped as he stared up at them.

        "First, my youngest, Darcilya.  She is to be wed in less than a

month's time, and her first born will rule the planet some day." 

        Darcilya stepped forward, dressed in a long flowing gown with a high

neckline.  She was as slender and graceful as any woman he had ever seen, at

least she would be if she was five and half feet tall instead of over twenty

feet tall.  Her gorgeous curly red poured over her silky white shoulders as

she bent down to greet the little visitor.  She offered her huge hand to him,

and giggled girlishly as he kissed it.

        "Does 'Mighty' mean very strong, Mr. Samson?"

        "Yes it does, Miss Darcilya."

        The crowd gasped a little.  "You will address members of my family as

'majesty', Mighty Samson."  said the king.

        "Forgive me.  Mighty means strong, majesty."

        Darcilya smiled at his quick obedience.  "You are forgiven, my new

little friend.  But on this planet, maybe you should have a new name.  We

could call him 'Tiny Samson', father.  Wouldn't that make more sense?"  The

court chuckled in approval, and Rakelin Prime smiled and nodded.  Darcilya

rose to her full height and walked back behind her father.

        "My second daughter, An'yash, is the Keeper of the Royal Guard." 

Samson could see the oldest daughter sneer slightly at this title, as a huge

blonde stepped forward, dressed in what looked like a gold cheerleader's

outfit, very tight and very revealing.  She walked in a way that emphasized

her enormous bustline, and walked up to Tiny Samson in a way that put him in

her shadow.  She didn't bend down to greet him, instead putting her foot

forward.  He groveled and bent to the ground and kissed her shoe.

        "I don't see why we should have to meet this one, father.  He

obviously cannot be expected to pass the tests you will set for him."  She

said, without even the slightest attempt to conceal her contempt.

        "An'yash, my dear, we cannot say that until the trial is over.  Until

such time, he is our guest and we will treat him accordingly."  She turned on

her heel and walked away from the puny visitor.

        "And last, but certainly not least, is Ronjadi, my direct heir.  In

only a few years, she will rule this planet in my stead."

        Ronjadi dressed in a green uniform similar in design to her father's.

She had a beautiful dark complexion and luxurious black hair, swept up on her

head to resemble a crown.  Her build was also impressive, but in a muscular

way; she looked to be in the kind of shape that fitness models or some female

bodybuilders are in.  "Not too soon, father; you are still young and capable." 

She said graciously, as she stepped forward to meet the tiny guest.  She

leaned forward and offered her giant hand; Tiny Samson had to stand on

tiptoes to reach it and kiss it gently.  "You must forgive my sister, Tiny

Samson.  She is used to barking orders to soldiers.  Welcome to our planet."

        "Thank you, majesty.  It is a thrill and an honor." 

        Ronjadi smiled and raised an eyebrow slightly suggestively.  "I think

we all know that you are thrilled."

        "Quite so, daughter, you have anticipated my wishes.  I do not mean

to be inhospitable, Tiny Samson, but given your... demeanor, I must forbid my

daughters to have anything to do with you."  Rakelin Prime commanded, staring

rather pointedly at Samson's still noticeable erection.

        "Forgive me, majesty, I mean no disrespect to your daughters or any

of the women on your planet."

        "Oh, I'm sure it's some sort of courtesy on your planet, but here we

prefer such displays in private."  The court smirked and nodded to one

another.

        "I noticed that the woman who dressed me did not speak English."

        "Why should she?  She only had to bathe you, dress you and get you to

walk here, something she accomplished without speaking your language." 

Rakelin Prime spoke something in his language to the attendant, who replied.

The crowd began talking among themselves, not very approvingly.  Samson was

sure that the woman was relaying the ass grabbing incident.  "Is your

behavior towards this young woman a sign of respect on your planet?"

        "I apologize, your majesty, I don't know what got into me.  I think

your planet's lesser gravity has affected me in some way."  He bowed to his

attendant, who giggled slightly; no one bowed to any but royalty on this

planet, and she was certainly not royal.

        "I have heard similar stories before from beings from other planets;

I can only say that ignorance of the laws of gravity is no excuse."  There

was hearty laughter from a few of the giants who had learned enough English

to understand the king's joke.  "I can forgive you this once, but I do not

want to hear of another such incident.  Since you obviously have not been

harmed physically by your journey, I think you are ready to meet your first

test." 

        The king and some of his party began to walk off the podium, and Tiny

Samson followed them; all the subjects bowed their heads as Rakelin Prime

passed.  Samson was sorry to see that none of his daughters was in the group

of advisers with the king, but then again there was nothing he could do, or

dare do, to any of these giant young women.  His name was already mud on this

planet, and he had barely been here an hour.

        The king's party left the grand hall and walked through the corridor

to another large room, which Samson concluded must be a preschool of some

sort.  Giant children, all of them at least ten feet tall and few of them

older than toddlers, were playing and screaming and running around like crazy

people, or more accurately, like young children.  It was more than a little

frightening to Tiny Samson, who became a focus of attention, like a new puppy

or kitten.  These babies were huge, even bigger than his old nemesis Titanic

Terrance, a slow and clumsy seven and a half foot tall Irishman who wasn't

much of a wrestler, but had a terrific personality and very loyal fans.  It

was a standing joke on the wrestling circuit that Titanic Terrance's fans

would hurt you more on the way back to the dressing room than Terrance ever

could in the ring.  These children, on the other hand, looked as if they

could wreak havoc all on their own without any help; Samson's heart raced as

he wondered what his test would be.

        One of the children - a big, healthy boy about three years old who

was among the crowd of kids fascinated with Tiny Samson - was picked up by an

attendant and taken to a smaller room, and the king, his advisors and the

miniature guest followed.  The boy was a little distressed at first, but when

he saw Tiny Samson following, he squealed happily and waved.  Samson smiled

at the boy, but turned on his heel when a block sailed over his head.  One of

the children behind him had thrown it, and yelped and clapped when he got any

response from his tiny target.  There wasn't any real meanness in the attack,

just one of those things little kids do to see what will happen.  Samson

fretted quietly, thinking about what he might expect from a ten foot tall

toddler.

        The door to the smaller room closed behind them, and the child was

put down on the floor.  The boy immediately ran up to Tiny Samson and began

to babble excitedly; he had a tight grip on a favorite blanket, and did not

appear to pose any immediate physical threat.  Samson smiled and patted the

child's arm to show his own friendly intentions.  The arm was soft, as one

would expect from a three year old's physical development, but it was huge,

closer to the size of an adult human's thigh.

        Rakelin Prime spoke.  "Tiny Samson, I would like you to take the

baby's blanket from him and give it to me."

        "Majesty, the blanket is obviously important to the child.  I think

it would be cruel to take it from him."

        "You are not here to question your tasks, my little Earthling friend,

but to obey my wishes to the best of your ability."

        "Yes, majesty."  answered Tiny Samson, and set about figuring out how

to steal a blanket from a very big baby.

        The child was still very happy to babble and stare at the puny little

person.  Tiny Samson jumped straight up in the air, and the babe shrieked and

clapped in delight as the little man jumped higher than he expected.  The

baby tried to jump, but his coordination was not good enough for him to jump

very high; Tiny Samson had hoped the boy would drop the blanket in his

excitement to mimic his new little friend, but holding on to his favorite

blanket was obviously priority number one in the baby's brain.

        On to tactic two, thought Tiny Samson. He grabbed the end of the

blanket, and as he expected, the baby screamed and tried to pull away.  Tiny

Samson began to spin the boy around, and the child, still anxious, got into

the spirit of the new game.  Once Samson felt a little dizzy, he let go and

the big baby fell unceremoniously on his butt.  The huge child tried to get

up, but was surprised to be very dizzy, perhaps for the first time.  Getting

up was more effort than he expected, and he had to let go of the blanket to

get back to his feet.  Samson, with his superior coordination, picked up the

blanket and took it to the king.

        "Here you are, majesty.  I hope you plan to give it back to the boy.

It's was we call a 'security blanket' back on Earth, and I don't think he's

ready psychologically to give it... Oh!"  Samson's explanation was

interrupted by the child's angry fist hitting him from behind.  Samson, as

part of his job, had been hit in the head with folding chairs more often than

he could remember; this hurt significantly more.  He was lucky not to be

knocked cold, and he was able to duck and avoid the rest of the child's

onslaught.  The king, showing some compassion at last, gave the boy back his

blanket, which restored the peace for the moment.  The boy looked at his new

companion with unhidden hurt and distrust.

        "Your task is to take care of the boy for the rest of the day, Tiny

Samson.  There is food in the cupboard on the far wall, and there is a

bathroom facility behind this door.  The boy knows how to go to the bathroom

by himself, but you will have to... clean up after him.  It is also

imperative that the child take a nap.  Do you understand?"

        "Yes, Majesty.  Feed the child, keep him clean, make him take a nap."

        "Very good, Tiny Samson; we shall return in five miplahs, when the

clock on the wall shall have three red dots and three blue stripes."  All the

adult giants left the room and only Tiny Samson and the giant child remained.

        The boy retreated to a corner; Samson knew better than to follow him,

and instead started to play with some of the toys, throwing a big brightly

colored ball against a wall and catching it.  The ball was somewhat bigger

than a basketball - it was the smallest ball in the room - but Samson was

able to dribble it.  It was a little too big to easily do tricks with - like

between the legs and behind the back - but the boy was fascinated to watch

and soon wanted to join in.  Samson did his best to help the boy emulate him,

but dribbling a ball was beyond the child's coordination.  Soon, Samson

thought of teaching the boy to play catch.  He would roll the ball to the

giant toddler, who would smother it, and throw it wildly toward Samson.  The

Earthling could catch almost everything, especially since he could jump so

high in the lesser gravity of this new, strange planet.

        Ask anyone who has tried; keeping up with a toddler is exhausting.

Even a finely trained athlete like Samson was ready to take a break long

before his playmate showed any sign of letting up.  He began to roll the ball

away from the child slightly, so that the kid had to run after the ball,

giving Samson a short break.  Even with the child getting more exercise, he

wasn't getting tired by any stretch of the imagination.  The game might be

dull to an adult, but it was new and fresh and exciting to the baby, and

Samson realized his playmate could literally go on like this all day.  Samson

couldn't make out how much time had passed; the clock on the wall was still a

mysterious pattern to him, but once his interest in the game was completely

spent, he thought he would try to get the baby to take a nap by pretending to

take a nap himself.  The strategy failed.  Samson bedded down on a giant

pillow, made himself comfy and closed his eyes, pretending to go to sleep.

The boy tried to make him get up, but Samson refused.  After a few minutes,

the baby got bored trying to rouse his new playmate, and found something else

to amuse himself.  Samson was physically tired, but not actually sleepy so it

was easy to keep an eye on the boy and still get some rest.

        After a while, the boy came to Samson, grabbing his crotch and

babbling.  This sign language was clear enough; the boy had to go to the

bathroom and was unable to open the door.  Samson lead him to the huge door,

jumped high and unlatched the lock.  The boy did his business, and Samson

congratulated him.  The toddler was proud of this ability, and even praise

from a miniature adult made him happy.  Once he was finished, he wanted to

play ball again.  I've created a monster, thought Tiny Samson.

        Samson hadn't taken care of a child since he was a teenager, but he

figured out most of the signals.  The huge toddler made it very clear when he

had to go to the bathroom, and was as clear about when he was hungry.  Tiny

Samson ate with the boy, and the food, though strange, wasn't bad.  The drink

was a pinkish milk, a little blander than milk on Earth but clearly a similar

liquid.  The food was crunchy and sweet, with an aftertaste something like

cinnamon.  The one signal the child never gave was that of wanting to take a

nap; that was something the giants and humans had in common.  Young animals

of nearly all species are more than happy to sleep, except humans and these

humanlike giants.  Samson was actually amazed at the physical similarity of

these titans and humans; except for the size difference, he couldn't see any

noticeable difference between the giant child he had to take care of and a

three year old boy on Earth.  Not even pointy ears or a crinkle cut fries on

the bridges of their noses, like aliens on Star Trek, thought Tiny Samson.

        The day dragged on without much animosity; children often get very

angry over an incident, only to forget it completely soon after.  The toddler

had books he liked to look at, bright pretty pictures with sparse text on

each big page.  Because Samson looked like an adult, the child hoped he would

be able to read the stories to him, but on this planet Tiny Samson was just

as illiterate as a child.  He looked at the pictures and tried to extrapolate

the story from the images, making noises that he guessed the odd animals

would make.  The child seemed to know his little companion was making stuff

up as he went along, and got into the spirit of the new game, growling and

shouting out animal noises as well as he could.  Some of them were very

realistic, thought Tiny Samson, not like 'oinks' or 'moos', and the Earthling

could only guess that these were the actual noises made by the animals in the

picture books.

        Samson was frazzled and worn when Rakelin Prime and his advisors

returned to the small schoolroom where the Earthling and the boy had spent

the day.  Samson had no way of knowing that five miplahs was nearly fifteen

hours of Earth time, which was a large reason for his being so exhausted.

Rakelin Prime's first question cut to the heart of the matter.

        "So, Tiny Samson, did the boy take a nap?"

        "No, sire, I was unable to get him to lie down."

        "We thought this might be a problem.  No real harm done, though you

have failed the first test.  I must admit I'm disappointed in you, but we

should have realized that your small stature would mean that you would have

no authority over even the smallest of children."

        "I'm sorry to have disappointed you, majesty.  I will attempt to do

better in my next task."

        "You are obviously very tired.  You will be fed and allowed to sleep;

your next labor will take place tomorrow."

        An attendant was given the task of feeding Tiny Samson.  The giant,

this time a male to avoid repetition of his bad manners with his female

attendant, cut up a meal meant for a giant into a portion more suitable for

so little a person.  It wasn't as sweet and bland as children's food, not

surprisingly, but it was a little disconcerting.  The meat had a flavor kind

of like liver - not a favorite of Tiny Samson - but looked like chicken.  A

yellow vegetable that looked like giant corn tasted like tomatoes with onions

or garlic, and a green vegetable had a slimy texture that made it difficult

to enjoy its spicy flavor.  The giant wiped Samson's mouth after he finished

eating - he half expected the huge man to burp him as well - and lead him

back to Rakelin's grand chamber.

        "Are you full, Tiny Samson?  Was the food satisfactory?"

        "Thank you, majesty; I ate very well."

        The king asked the attendant a question; the giant answered formally.

"You didn't like the green food?"

        "It had a strange texture, majesty, an odd feel to it."

        "That was the sauce; it makes the food easier to digest.  We'll

instruct the chef to prepare it differently next time."

        "Thank you, majesty."

        "It's hard to imagine someone not enjoying mucous, but it's a big

galaxy, I suppose."  said Rakelin Prime.  Tiny Samson made a very

uncomfortable face.  "Let me take you to where you will sleep."

        The king and his company led the little Earthling to a place in a

little used corridor.  There was no bedding of any kind.  "We will send a

guard to wake you in the morning."

        "On my planet, we usually sleep on softer objects called beds and

pillows."

        "We have have very similar things here, but I can't see why such

luxuries should be given to one who failed in his simple task.  After all, it

looked like you slept a few times while you supposed to be taking care of the

child."

        "I laid down, majesty, but I didn't sleep.  I was trying to get the

child to emulate me."

        "Your plan failed, Tiny Samson, and this is reward for failure.  Next

time, succeed.  We might even let you watch some TV from your own planet."

The advisors laughed down at Tiny Samson, who could see he had little chance

to negotiate a better situation.  He laid down on the floor and tried his

best to get comfortable.  At least it wasn't as hard and cold as the place he

woke up in when he first came to this place.

        Samson was curling up, trying to get some rest but unable to reach

sleep, when he heard giant footsteps approaching down the corridor where he

was quartered.  He looked up and saw a giant couple.  The woman wore a very

short black dress and the man was dressed in a stylish suit.  He didn't

recognize the woman until she spoke.  It was his attendant.

        He stared up at her incredible legs, covered in shiny leggings like

pantyhose.  She told a story to her companion, who had an arm draped over her

huge shoulder.  She made a sound like "dee-oop!" and her finger straightened

and pointed up to the ceiling; clearly the story of his erection was being

recounted.  The giant man shook a finger at the tiny naughty scamp curled on

the floor, and the giantess said something, then made a very grand show of

kissing her boyfriend.  She was slightly shorter than her companion, so she

made a show of going on tiptoes to kiss him, even bending one leg at the knee

as the kiss extended longer and longer.  Tiny Samson stifled a groan looking

up at the spectacular legs on display, a display calculated to remind him that

he would never get any closer to this sexy colossus than he was right now.

When the kiss ended, the giantess waved goodbye to Tiny Samson, and the

couple walked away, her arm around his shoulder and his arm around her waist. 

As he watched them, she pointedly took her boyfriend's hand and slid it down

to her perfect swaying ass.  He mused how well one of her smooth round cheeks

fit in her beau's huge hand, while it was wider across than Tiny Samson's

shoulders.  There was going to no impressing women on this planet, he

thought; even with all his muscles, he was just too little and weak to make

any female swoon on this world of giants.

        Well, Robert, he thought to himself, might as well enjoy the show;

this is as close as you're going to having a woman, at least until they send

you back to Earth, if they had any plans of letting him make a return trip.

He laid down, his side against the hard floor, using his arm as a pillow.

Try to think positively, he thought, giving himself a mental pep talk;  After

all, that was one of the pieces of advice he gave to all the Little Samsons

out in TV land, as he called his fans.  You're alive, there's food to eat and

air to breathe.  You haven't been abducted by those weird aliens who do

experiments on people.  There are two more tests, and that's two more

opportunities to succeed.  You can do, Robby, my boy.  You're a champ, and

don't forget it.

        He drifted off into sleep, and in his dreams he was surrounded by

beautiful women, smiling alluringly and beckoning him onward.  But each time

he approached one, she became unapproachable.  Some would fly away, or push

him aside, or begin to grow.  Now all of them were growing, bigger and

bigger, or maybe he was shrinking.  He was on a table top of some sort, and

the sound of feminine laughter was ringing down from the skies.  One of the

women got out a magnifying glass.  "Here he is!" she laughed, and the other

giantesses tried to get a look.  They all found it very amusing, but Samson's

heart began to race in fear.  He felt himself being picked up off the table.

"Are you okay, Tiny Samson?  Don't you want me?  Make me happy, little man;

that's an order!"

        He awoke to find himself cradled in giant girlish hands.  It took him

only a moment to recognize Darcilya, Rakelin Prime's youngest daughter.  He

said nothing, but she shushed him anyway.  "Be very quiet.  If my father

finds out, we'll both be in trouble."  She whispered to her little captive,

and giggled with pleasure and excitement.  She carried him quickly, and very

quietly for one so large, through the corridors and into what he guessed must

be her room; the loudest sound was the rustle of her floor length nightgown. 

She turned on the lights to reveal a grand chamber, beautifully appointed

with an enormous bed with a canopy.  She took him to her bed, pulled back the

covers and tucked herself and her little companion in, then pressed a switch

above her headboard, which turned off the electric lighting and lit several

candles placed around the room.  She giggled again and cuddled Tiny Samson to

her enormous torso, kissing his forehead and hushing him again before he had

said a word.

        See? he thought to himself.  It's important to keep a positive

attitude.

        "Majesty, I thought your father forbid you to have anything to do

with me."  Tiny Samson whispered.

        "Daddy can be such a big mean person sometimes.  It's not nice to

make you sleep out on the floor in a hallway.  You're so far from home and

you don't have any friends and I thought you would be lonely and sad.  Are

you lonely and sad, Tiny Samson?"

        "Not right now, no, majesty."

        "But you were, weren't you?"

        "Yes, majesty."

        "You don't have to call me majesty, silly little... silly.  You can

call me... DarDar."

        Tiny Samson kissed her on her big chin.  "Yes, DarDar."

        "And I'll call you... let's see... Tiny?  Silly?  Little CuteCute?

Oh, I don't know, I'll just call you whatever I want.  You'll know who I'm

talking to because your the only one here."

        "Yes, DarDar."

        Darcilya squealed quietly and hugged him hard.  He was lucky her arms

and left breast were so soft, because she possessed enough power to crush him

into paste, and even a hug would be fatal if she used just her long powerful

fingers to squeeze him.  She loosened her grip and he inhaled again.  "We

need to talk."

        "What about, DarDar?"

        "Mukt'la."  she giggled a little.  "They wouldn't teach me the word

in your language.  It's when , you know, a man and a woman get married and

what they do to make a baby."

        "We call that sex in my language."

        "Yes, Tiny Samson, you have to teach me about sex!"

        Samson gulped upon hearing this, realizing that a hug from this teen

titan nearly made him pass out, and actual intercourse could be - quite

unintentionally to be sure - a lethal risk.  "W-well..." he stammered

slightly, "What do you already know?"

        "Almost nothing.  They tell me my husband will tell me everything at

the proper time, but what does he know?  He's not supposed to have had any

sex before our wedding night, either."

        "You know that men and women are different, right?"

        "Oh, sure, I've seen people naked and everything, but until today, I

had never seen a man's... " She grabbed his erect cock between her huge thumb

and forefinger, so firmly that he nearly came on the spot.  "What do you call

this?"

        "That's my penis."

        "I had never seen what a man's penis looked like standing up.  It

makes things a lot clearer on what a man does when he sexes a woman."

        "Has sex with a woman, DarDar.  We call it having sex."

        "What else do you call it?" she asked, excitedly.

        "We call it making love, or intercourse..."

        "I thought there was another word, something shorter."

        "It's a crude term, but sometimes we call it fucking."

        "Fucking!  That's it!  I'm going to fuck my husband on my wedding

night!  I can't stop thinking about fucking him.  It's always on my mind, and

I don't even know what it will be like.  Fucking!  It so exciting."  She

squeezed him tight, and he had to try to push her huge hand gently away from

his helpless hard cock, for fear of being castrated accidentally in her

innocent exuberance.  "Sorry, Tiny.  Did I hurt you?"

        "No, DarDar, but be careful.  You could hurt me very easily."

        "Do I frighten you?"  She smiled, and he could tell she got some not

completely innocent glee from the idea of her enormous power of her tiny

tutor in the secret arts of fucking.  He looked up into her beautiful giant

face, into her gorgeous green eyes that seem to shine like beacons even in

the dim flickering candlelight and for the first time, he was a little afraid

of this stunningly beautiful powerhouse.

        "No, you seem like a very nice young lady, but you are very big and

strong, and you have to remember it, DarDar."  There is an old saying; if you

let a horse know that it could kill you if it wanted to, you had best not try

to ride it.

        "Maybe you should remember it instead, Little Silly." She giggled and

began to squeeze him in a very strong hug that got progressively harder and

harder. She laughed as she saw him squirm, trying pointlessly to free himself

from her.  "You won't forget I'm big and strong, will you, Tiny Samson?" she

mocked and finally stopped squeezing harder, but still held him breathlessly

helpless.

        "No..." he gasped weakly.

        "I can't hear you, Silly; you won't forget, will you?"

        He shook his head vigorously and tried to speak louder, but still

only managed a breathless gasp.  It was clear she thought this was a game,

and Tiny Samson also suspected she knew how close he was to blacking out, if

not suffocating completely.

        Just then a knock came at the door.  "Darcilya, dear, are you awake?"

        "Yes, Daddy; I mean, I'm trying to sleep, but I just woke up.  Is

something the matter?"  She stopped squeezing the tiny man, but as he tried

to catch his breath, her huge hand covered his mouth to insure his silence.

        "The Earthling isn't where he supposed to be.  Have you seen him?"

        "No, Daddy."

        "We don't want him wandering around; he could get in some mischief,

and we don't want him to be hurt."

        "No, Daddy; he can't get into my room, Daddy.  It's locked."

        "Of course.  Just making sure you haven't seen him."

        "No, Daddy."

        "Well, then, goodnight."  Footsteps withdrew from the door, and

Darcilya breathed a sigh of relief.  She looked down at her little bedmate

and kissed him gently, completely forgetting the wicked way she toyed with

his life.

        "DarDar, why did your Daddy ask you these questions in English?" 

asked Tiny Samson.

        Darcilya gasped.  "Do you think he suspects?"

        "I think he might."

        "Then we're going to have to be extra quiet."  With that she kissed

him for the first time on the lips, her huge mouth not moving when she kissed

him.  His lips nibbled at her large lower lip, and she tasted like an exotic

fruit, vaguely like strawberries with a extra flavor he couldn't quite place.

She was so lovely and yet inexperienced; it was like nothing he had done

since he was in high school.  The only difference was that this homecoming

queen could flatten the whole football team with a wave of her arm if she

wanted to, and he was just one tiny man.

        "Why do you kiss like that, little silly?"

        "Like what?"

        "Like this."  Darcilya then began to push her lips hard around Tiny

Samson's face.

        "Take it easy; be gentle."  he warned.  "It's okay not to move your

lips when you kiss a friend or a family member, but you should really enjoy

the taste of someone you're attracted to."

        "Are you attracted to me?" she asked, her face brightening.

        "Of course, DarDar; you're a very beautiful young woman."

        "And that's why your little penis is hard, isn't it?"  Tiny Samson

nodded, blushing a little.  "Well, I think you're cute.  You're like a little

doll, but you're alive, and you're going to teach me how to fuck.  This is

going to be so much fun!  Should I take your clothes off you?"

        "Well, are you going to get naked?"  Samson asked.

        "Sure, I guess so; if you do anything bad, though, I'll spank you.

Remember that, little silly!"  She shook her big finger at him and he nodded

compliantly.  Her big hands undid his tiny shoes quickly, then she peeled him

out of his jumpsuit, carefully but with an undisguised interest, cooing as

she saw his little muscular body for the first time.  His chest and arms

elicited hums of satisfaction from the enormous ingenue, while his erect cock

earned only an awkward giggle.  She put his jumpsuit on the side table with

his shoes and began to examine his dick closely.

        "You're going to get naked, too, aren't you?"  he asked.

        "Don't be so impatient, Tiny Samson; I just want to look at you."

He felt like a specimen on a microscope, her interest was so intense.  She

stared at his little cock and fingered it, feeling its shape and testing its

hardness.  Her fingers were longer and thicker by far than his dick, but she

was surprisingly gentle and even erotic in her interest, at once innocent and

all absorbed.  He was almost afraid to move; the thought that she would grab

his cock and move him around using it as a handle had him all but frozen

there on her big bed, nearly the size of half a tennis court.  Her lovely red

hair hung down over his body, so soft, long and luxuriant he could almost

hide himself in it.  He began to run his fingers through it and bring the

fragrant locks to his face so he could breathe in the perfume.  She cupped

her large left hand under his ass, and picked him almost like a chair at a

ski lift.  He sat there, propping himself up with his hands as the fingers

of her right hand gently stroked the muscles of his little body.  Then she

grabbed his head carefully, between her thumb and middle finger, with her

forefinger resting on the top of his head.  While she wasn't exerting any

pressure, he realized that she could likely crush his skull as easily as he

could break a hummingbird's egg.  She bent down and kissed him on the lips,

and his legs were trapped between the side of her hand and her big soft right

breast.

        "I'm going to take off my clothes now."  she whispered, and put her

finger on his nose, nearly covering his entire face. "You're going to be

good, aren't you?" she chided, and he nodded in furious agreement.  She

placed him on the bed, slid her nightgown out from under her knees, then

pulled it up in one move, uncovering her legs and torso quickly.  She had to

struggle a little to get it over her arms and her head, but there was no

sultry tease about the movement.  She was suddenly naked, sitting on her

heels, her hands resting on her thighs, with Tiny Samson standing so small

and speechless at her knees.  He walked towards her, but she rose her hand

and he stopped.  "You just stay there, little silly.  I want to look at you

for a while."  Even at half her regular height, she still towered over him,

and she clearly enjoyed the position of power she maintained.  He had to

stare up to view her round girlish breasts, small for her size but enormous

to one as puny as Tiny Samson.  He admired the curve down to her slender

waist, and the second curve to her hips.  Sitting with her knees together,

all he could just see the triangle of curly red pubic hair at her crotch.  He

was getting crazy with anticipation, knowing what could come next, but she

was without knowledge of sex, and the act of just looking at a naked man in

front of her was exciting enough.  She probably had no knowledge of how

aroused he was, and how tough it was for him to just stand there looking.  If

she was toying with him, it was in the way a young girl would toy with a pet,

not how a young woman would toy with an impatient lover.  It made the waiting

that much harder.

        She rose from her sitting position to her knees, placing her hands on

her hips.  She chortled from her commanding position, staring down at him

from high above.  "There's nothing you can do now but look at me, Tiny

Samson.  How does that make you feel?"  She didn't know how wrong she was.

Her crotch was directly in front of his face, and he began kissing her gently

and probing her with his fingers, careful not to disturb the proof of her

virginity.  This surprised Darcilya, who picked up Tiny Samson roughly.

        "You're not supposed to do that!"  she scolded him.

        "Sure you are."  he replied, a little startled at her rough

treatment of him.  "Women like to be kissed down there."

        "That isn't the way you make a baby."  she corrected him.

        "No, that's true; but it is one of the things that people do when

they make love."

        "Am I supposed to kiss you down there, too?"

        "If you want to; men like that very much."

        Darcilya smirked at him.  "You first." she said, and placed him back

down on the bed, where the little fellow had little choice but to obey.

        Tiny Samson went back to kissing her down there.  He was no stranger

to oral sex, both giving and receiving, but it was strange to see a woman's

private parts expanded to such enormous size.  He slid his open hand inside

her, with his fingers held together; she seemed hardly to notice.  He kept

sliding his arm inside her, curious both to see how far it could go and when

she would acknowledge the penetration.  His arm was enveloped up beyond his

elbow before she gasped, and asked him for more.  He shoved his little arm

inside her up to his shoulder socket, and then he felt her powerful crotch

contract around it and her huge body swayed with pleasure.  It was something

like dancing, but not like leading; he worried that if she did some fancy

bucking motion, his shoulder would be dislocated, an experience he had

experienced a few times in his wrestling career and would prefer not to

repeat.  He actually enjoyed the feeling of the warm, wet and soft

confinement, but thinking of how inadequate his penis would be to the task of

pleasing such a monumental beauty made his little member shrivel.  His whole

muscular arm was inside her now, and it hadn't even broken her hymen.  His

shrunken stature on this huge world was going to take some getting used to.

        "Ooh, I like that; just stay there."  DarDar gasped, as though Tiny

Samson had a choice but to comply when her vagina locked his arm in place.

        "Usually, a man pushes his penis inside a woman, then begins to move

it in and out.  The friction feels good for both of them."

        "But that isn't your penis, little silly; it's your arm."  DarDar

chuckled.

        "I'd be glad to show you what it's like." he said, staring up at her,

like looking at some enormous gorgeous sculpture come to life.  Her vise grip

loosened and he pulled his arm almost all the way out, then slid it back in

gently.  Even without her squeezing, this was actually difficult exercise,

and Tiny Samson found he could only do about thirty repetitions.  He switched

arms and continued; the exertion and the heat being generated by her mild

arousal had him sweating profusely.  He dried his sopping wet hand on her

pubic hair and then rested his hand against her thigh; she wasn't sweating at

all.  This might be more than he had bargained for.

        "Are you getting tired, Tiny Samson?"  He looked up and nodded yes.

"Why don't you just rest?" she said, and squeezed his arm in a vaginal lock

as it reached its deepest point.  "This feels just fine to me."  Again she

began swaying back and forth.  He worried less about his arm being dislocated

as he knew he no longer had the strength to resist.  He wrapped his little

legs around her big, silky smooth thigh, holding on with his one free arm,

kissing and nuzzling her sweet fragrant skin.

        "It feels nice, but I'm afraid your arm isn't big enough."  DarDar

whispered down to her little lover.  Her enormous hand grabbed his torso and

without loosening her pussy's grip she slowly slid his arm out of her.  Tiny

Samson watched in quiet amazement, knowing that he had nowhere near enough

strength to extricate his arm himself.  His tired body rose in the air,

carried in DarDar's huge hand.  In his exhausted state, he could do little

but stare at her in admiration.  It was sitting in the first row of a movie

theater, staring at a pretty girl on the screen, except this girl had grabbed

him from his seat and was playing with him.  She licked his right hand, then

her big plush lips nibbled at his arm, licking him clean.  She held his arm

straight between her thumb and forefinger, and then his arm began to

disappear inside her mouth.  He felt his arm resting on her huge tongue, and

her upper teeth scraping against his biceps.  He gasped a little, his mind

beginning to understand the danger of being morsel sized, but DarDar only

chuckled and sucked contentedly. 

        His right arm slid out and she began to play with his left.  "Your

arms are barely longer than my fingers; my husband's penis will be bigger

than this, won't it?"  DarDar asked, and Samson nodded yes, feeling a little

chill thinking about a cock bigger than his arm.  "It will be thicker, too,

almost like both your arms at once."  she continued, and pinched his arms

together and placing both of them in her gorgeous monstrous mouth.  The huge

face of this towering woman-child filled his vision, his nose touching hers

as she powerfully sucked both of his arms.  His dick ached, screaming to the

rest of his body its desire to be inside this wet super vacuum.  He kissed

nose and began to moan. 

        "Please, DarDar, please suck my cock."

        She let his arms slide out of her mouth.  "Your what?"

        "My cock, my dick, my penis."

        "You certainly have a lot of names for your little thing."  she said,

smiling wickedly.  "Ask me please."

        "I did ask please."

        "Ask again..."

        "Please, DarDar, please suck my cock."

        "Ask 'pretty please'."

        "Pretty please, DarDar, please suck my cock."

        She giggled.  "Okay, but only because you asked nicely."  she

giggled, obviously enjoying watching his passion while feeling only a

fraction of his excitement.  It was just a game to her, even though he was

near to one of the most exciting orgasms of his life.

        At first, she kissed and nibbled at his dick, enjoying the toying.

But finally, her mouth enveloped his throbbing member, and the powerful

suction began to bring close to climax.  He grunted and moaned, and she

pulled him from her mouth.

        "Shhh!  You have to be quiet!"  she ordered.

        He reached out, pleading and weak.  "Give me your other hand." he

panted.  She did and he began to suck on one of her long slender fingers, the

tip of which was nearly the size of his fist.  With this in his mouth, he

would be quieter.

        DarDar watched him, and when she sure he was going to refrain from

the sounds of passion, her mouth descended onto his dick once again, sucking

hard, her mouth wet and hot, the breath from her nostrils like some sweet

smelling steam room vent on his upper body.  His first ejaculation exploded

out of him, and DarDar hummed in surprise, then chuckled in satisfaction,

feeling a man's climax - even though he was hardly a man at all - for the

very first time.  She savored the little drops on her tongue, and could feel

his whole body tremble like he was shivering, though it was obvious his body

was very hot.  She could sense the power she had, and knew she would have a

similar power over her future husband, who would be a real man, bigger than

she was, and not just an obliging little doll.

        For Tiny Samson, the experience was more intense than any orgasm he

had ever experienced.  The suction of her mouth forced the ejaculation from

his cock, so strong it was almost painful, and the way her cradled his body

made him feel like he was shrinking even smaller with every jolting sexual

spasm.  His heart was pounding so hard we could hear his blood rushing in

his ears, and catching his breath was still difficult, even after the orgasm

stopped.

        DarDar stopped sucking when it became obvious that the jism had

stopped flowing from his tiny body, but still held him so close that her face

filled his field of vision.  She smiled, but it wasn't sweetly.  She was like

a vampire hungry for more blood, the little man thought.

        "That was fun; let's do that again."  DarDar purred.

        "I can't... not just yet..." Tiny Samson wheezed, his heart rate and

breathing still racing.

        Anger flashed in Darcilya's big beautiful eyes.  "I said let's do it,

little man." she growled in a whisper, and her big hand squeezed her tiny

partner just to make the point clearer.  The little wrestler passed out

immediately.  DarDar had feared she had killed him for a second, but could

still feel his little heartbeat in his chest and realized he was just

unconscious.  She smiled wickedly and thought, I guess I won't be able to do

that to my husband.

        When he awoke, Samson was lying on his back on a pillow, with

DarDar's giant head next to him staring intently at him.

        "Are you feeling better?" she asked softly.

        "Yes, thank you; you're going to have to be more careful."

        "I want to do that again.  Will you do it now?"  she asked.  He

noticed immediately that she had only one interest, and she was not going to

apologize for squeezing him into oblivion.

        "I'd love to, but we'll have to wait a little while.  Once a man

ejaculates, his system has to rest for a while.  You see how my penis isn't

hard anymore?"  She nodded yes.  "It will be a while until I can get another

erection."

        "Will you be able to do it again tonight?"

        "Yes."

        "Good."  Finally, DarDar smiled at him, and picked him up and kissed

him softly on the lips.  "What should we do while she wait, tiny teacher?"

DarDar whispered, chuckling happily that he was going to do as she had

commanded.

        "We could cuddle and kiss." Samson suggested, and he began to wriggle

down away from her face.

        "You don't have to kiss me down there, little silly; to tell the

truth, I can barely feel you when you're down between my legs."

        "I was going to kiss you someplace else, DarDar." said Samson, as he

nuzzled against her pretty young breast and suckled at her nipple.

        "You silly, that's what babies do, not men."

        "Men do it, too."

        "Why?"

        "Breasts are one of the differences between men and women, and men

find those differences very exciting."  He said, as her arm cradled him

against her side as he felt the incredible size of her tit, and felt the skin

of her nipple begin to harden and purse up in his mouth.  All over her body,

her satin skin had that sweet taste he had first experienced when he kissed

her lips, and he felt a little like a baby suckling at a mother's breast,

the size difference between them was so great.

        "Following your logic, women should like men's lack of breasts." said

DarDar, and began playing with Samson's pecs, feeling his hard muscular chest

and rubbing her massive finger over his tiny nipple until it hardened like

hers.  She grabbed the tiny bump between her thumb and forefinger, and

squeezed it so hard Samson groaned, half in pleasure and half in pain.  She

stopped for a second.  "Was that too hard?" she asked half innocently, her

heart almost hoping she had found a way to hurt him.

        "No... that feels great. That was just right."  Samson said, actually

enjoying a hard nipple twist, though fearing she might do him bodily if she

did it any harder.  He figured that the tiny size of his nipples would keep

her from getting a more painful grip.

        "I was just thinking about my husband.  He's going to be able to put

his penis inside me and play with my breasts and kiss me all at the same

time.  He doesn't have muscles like you, but he is much, much bigger."  she

said dreamily.  He put his tiny hand up to her mouth, partly to give her

something to kiss, and partly to keep her from going on about her superior

suitor.  He was in a state of sexual bliss, and he would rather not hear

about his obvious shortcomings right at that moment.

        "I love your tiny hands, they're just adorable.  Your whole hand is

just a little wider than my finger; I think that's so cute."  She said and

began to kiss his tiny hand gently, holding it between her huge soft lips.

With the gentleness of her kisses and the beckoning beauty of her breasts,

the nonchalant violence of her nipple twists was beginning to get Tiny Samson

very hot again.  He noticed that her other hand had begun to play with

herself, and could hear her heart begin to beat more quickly and her breath

start to pant.  She was still very calm in the way she kissed his tiny hand,

but the sensation was like when he was in Hawaii and walked to within 100

yards of an active volcano.

        Her heart raced faster, and now her tongue licked at his tiny hand,

and her lips grabbed it whole.  Her could feel her teeth hold it in place,

not biting down, but still startling to the small suckling man.  His cock

responded to the new danger by stiffening, and her began rubbing his crotch

insistently against her huge ribs.  She felt his little stiffness, and her

hand once more grabbed his body and brought it up to her sexually hungry

mouth.

        "I'm getting a little excited, Tiny Samson.  I don't want to hurt

you, but I feel a little tingly between my legs."

        "You may be near an orgasm, DarDar."

        "Really?  I'm going to quiver and shake like you did?"  she

exclaimed.

        "Shhh." he whispered. "Not so loud."

        "Oh, I want to try." she moaned, and plunged his tiny dick into her

hungry, waiting mouth, fingering herself furiously far below.  She did not

suck quite as hard as before, her panting breath preventing her from inhaling

quite as forcefully as before, but her faster breathing made for an oral

experience halfway between a blow job and Pirates of the Caribbean for Tiny

Samson. He tried to wait for her to reach climax, but finally he couldn't and

his little quick jism began to spurt on her titanic tongue.  This was the

trigger she wanted, and her own orgasm began soon after.  It was almost

terrifying to feel it for the little man, as it dwarfed his own the way she

dwarfed him.  She shook like an earthquake, and her hot breath almost burnt

his skin.  He was lucky she didn't squeeze him to death, but this time,

knowing what to expect, remained conscious throughout.  Her quivering,

moaning and bucking lasted longer that he expected, but finally it began to

abate, and he knew the sexual storm was over and he was safe.  Her milky

white skin glowed red on her cheeks and on her chest, and the look in her eye

was amazed and happy.

        "Thank you, Tiny Samson, thank you so much; I had touched myself down

there before, but I didn't know that I could just do it a little harder and

feel so good.  It was wonderful; thank you again."  She kissed him sweetly

and put him to her breast, where he sucked happily on her still hard nipple.

"I can't wait for my husband to do that to me."  she sighed.

        Samson wished she hadn't said that, but his mood was too good to be

broken.

        "We still have to be quiet, so I want you to sleep right there.  If

you think you are going to make a noise, just suck on my nipple, okay?" 

DarDar commanded.  Samson nodded.  "I like it when you suck and nod at the

same time; that feels nice."  she beamed.  "Just like a little baby."

        Samson was too content to be insulted; the excitement of the wild

ride and the exquisite climax made him very tired indeed, and he soon drifted

off into sleep, attached to the sweet nipple of a giant teenage girl.  He

thought about the fact that he had fucked her and she was still a virgin, his

lovemaking was so inconsequential on this fantastic planet.  His pride should

have been wounded, but he only felt glad to be there.

        The next morning, he awoke, sleeping on the floor of the corridor,

fully dressed.  He wondered if it was just a dream, but he could tell that

he had had an orgasm, and his jumpsuit was perfectly clean.  He rolled over

and felt slight bruises on his ribs, where Darcilya had gripped him just

before he passed out.  It hurt, and not just a little, but at least he knew

it was real.

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