The Chosen ~ Finale'

Posted by Doctor Szalinski ( on August 28, 2004 at 04:54:11:

I'm not sure exacvtly where I left off before they closed the old board, so I'll take it from the last place I remember. Please excuse me if I overlap a bit

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The Chosen

Doctor Szalinski

When Clara regained consciousness, Bubala was still laying on top of her, panting. She couldn't have been out for long, then. She lay there for a moment, basking in Bubala's musk and her own pheromones. Then she remembered Chi.

Pushing against his massive bulk, Clara managed to roll the unresisting man off of her. Quickly she reached down to her dripping crotch. Feeling Chi's tiny feet, she pulled her out and held her limp form, dangling above her.

"Oh, no..." Clara thought as she regarded the dripping, flaccid body. "Did I kill her? Maybe I was too rough?"

Then the doll face grinned, and opening her eyes, Chi winked, teasingly. "Fooled ya!"

Clara suppressed a sudden urge to throw the tiny figure against the wall for her insolence!

"You scared the Bejesus out of me!" Clara blasphemed. But she couldn't hide the joy that Chi was unhurt, especially after having enjoyed such a pleasurable experienced herself.

"Y'see?" the tiny voice dared her "Told you we'd have fun!" then she giggled and wiped some of the mess of her face.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Bubala had gotten up and was staring at the two of them.
"Go 'head! Clean her up!"

Clara stared at the tiny form, a vengeful grin spreading across her face, and laying back, she opened her mouth and slowly lowered Chi into it.

She had not been shrunk as much as Clara had, so she couldn't get her all the way in. Clara had to clean Chi in stages, first the top half, then the bottom. Then Clara got an inspiration. A real mean one! Chi was used to this, so she obviously wasn't as scared as Clara had been. But there was a way she could, possibly pay Chi back...

Clara pulled the squirming girl out of her mouth then, grabbing her by the ankles, she held her once again above her open jaws. This time, however, she made a show of opening her throat as
well, just as they had taught her! Her heart beating in excitement and anticipation, she once again lowered the now not-so-exuberant Chinese girl into her. Deep into her!

Still holding her ankles, Clara started swallowing the girl, she felt her own excitement as the sweet tasting form was dragged downwards. Clara could feel her struggling, not in
ecstasy this time, but fear! when Clara had gotten her all the way in, the gently clamped her teeth on Chi's ankles and gave a one real good, slow hard swallow. Through the bones of her head, she heard a very satisfying scream!

"That'll teach her!" Clara thought, and grabbing her ankles, pulled Chi out, gagging at the motion.

"That'll learn ya!" Clara said teasingly to the shaking girl" No, I'd never swallow you either, you know that as well as I do. But it's still scary when you're not sure, isn'it?" With that, Clara smiled, to show there were no hard feelings. 

Clara didn't mind as much as she and Chi were wrapped
together in Bubba's immense hand and he carried them together back to their
cage. After all, they had both experienced something intimate together, and
sinful as it may have seemed to Clara, it did "break the ice"
somewhat, which she hoped would prepare her better for the even stranger things
she was sure would come. As she was lowered into her compartment, she couldn't
help but notice the grin on Tia's face. "Can she read me that
Clara thought. Then she surprised everyone, even herself by
returning an even more wicked grin.

"So?" Tia asked, her grin not
fading, "How'd it go? As if I need to ask..." 

"I 'went
with the flow'." Clara answered matter of factly "And it did
work!" She couldn't hide her excitement any more. "I was...well...I
can't describe it!"

"No need to, sugar, I know the feeling
well." Tia said knowingly, almost passionately "Good sex and orgasms
are as much in your mind as they are in your body."

Clara raised her
eyebrows at the sudden compassion. it was so unlike Tia. Had something changed
in her? Was it because of the sudden reminder of her mother? Or something else?
Something deeper? the other's were silent, too. Smiling at her achievement as if
not willing to disturb her feeling of accomplishment.


Bubala left them alone again for the entire day after breakfast. So they
continued helping her practice her deep throat technique, using a toy the others
had fabricated out of a piece of semi hard rubber. Clara found it wasn't too
difficult to keep from gagging when something was lowered slowly into her
throat, but when she tried to thrust it in and out (as she knew Bubala would
do!), she would wretch horribly. "Accchhhh! Dang it! There must be a trick
to this!" She spat out, tears flowing from her eyes at the unnatural things
she was trying to get her throat to do.

"Are you trying to 'not think of
it?' Tia asked, unusually patient.

"Yes" Clara replied, stressfully.

where you're going wrong, girl!" Tia said "You have to concentrate
on it, control it. You don't gag when you swallow, do you? Just pretend you're
swallowing something."

Clara tried again. concentrating on her
reflex. And she actually got a couple of medium hard thrusts in before a break
in her excitement at her success caused her to break her concentration and she
almost threw up.

"Ohhh, good for you!" Chi clapped at her initial

"Better, you're gettin' there" Tia acknowledged.
"You've obviously got the idea, now all you Have to do is perfect it.
Practice. It'll come."

Clara practiced until her throat was sore. And she
just about had it, too! As long as she didn't let her concentration waver.
"That's enough." She said hoarsely. "I wish we had something
better to sooth my throat with." Then took a good long drink from the small
pitcher in her cell.

When Bubala came back that evening, Clara joined the
other's in the chorus of "Season it!". Although she was not really as
eager as she hoped she sounded. "O.K. ladies," he agreed wearing a
grin that hinted of something special to come, "I'm feeling frisky tonight,
how about a twosome tonight?"

"Yipee!" They
all cried together, although Clara was more than a little apprehensive. "Heck,
how bad can it be? They like it, right?"
Bubala opened the top of the
cage, and Clara joined in with the "choose me" dance, remembering to
accentuate her 'pits.

Bubala reached down into both her cage and Tia's.
Clara shot an apprehensive glance at the black woman just as his fingers wrapped
themselves around her. A twosome with Tia? And just what was a twosome?
Clara wondered. She got her answer shortly, when Bubala's hand opened, and she
was pressed against Tia's naked form. "Now we's gonna have fun!" the
black woman grinned, as she slipped her hands behind Clara's shoulders.

knowing what else to do, Clara did the same, slipping her hands behind Tia's
shoulders. Her skin, for all the ruggedness and strength it suggested, was surprisingly
cool and soft. Just then, she felt a warm mass sliding up between her legs "A
two some"
Clara suddenly got it! "He's going to masturbate with
both of us in here!"
And she braced herself against the onslaught to
come, trying to arrange herself so she could enjoy it, as she had yesterday.

began stroking their bodies against his hardening cock with more and more vigor.
Clara could barely feel Tia's arms against hers as the thrusts, and their effect
on her, grew more violent. Suddenly, it didn't matter any more! Faintly, through
the miasma of her own orgasm, Clara felt the pulsing of bubala's cum as it
pulsed up his shaft. Then it was over. Bubala relaxed his grip, as Clara's own
climax subsided. She heard the others cheering, and wondered if Tia had climaxed

Dinner was delicious, as usual, and Clara slept peacefully. Probably for
the first time since her ordeal began.

The next morning, after breakfast,
Bubala again came for Clara "This time, I'm going to get it right!"
she thought, for the first time, actually willing to go along with Bubala's
perverse games. When they entered the bedroom, Bubala placed her into a clear
jar on the bed. "What...?" Clara thought, then she noticed there
was another woman in the room with Bubala! Almost full sized, she was too! Well,
as full sized as Bubala would let any of his women get, at least. As she
watched, they began love making. As her kisses traveled down his body, Clara
actually felt her own body responding voyeuristically.

Then, with a wicked smile, she took him into her

Clara's eyebrows shot up. is that how he wants
me to do it? 
The woman wolfed down Bubala's massive cock! Her face
almost made slapping sounds at it buried itself in his pubic mound, she was
taking him in so fast and hard. again and again she pounded his manliness into
her. It almost looked like she was enjoying it! Was this how it was with Tia?
Clara could hardly believe what she was seeing, she stared in disbelief as
Bubala caused her thin neck to swell enormously as he was forced down inside it.
By HER, not by him. She continued to take his entire shaft into her
throat, never once stopping to breath.

When he came, his whole body arched, she greedily
took him in as deep as she could. Clara thought she could see his cock pulsing
through her shin. Then she pulled him out, and he nodded at her.  She layed
down on the bed, and he positioned himself over her. Then he placed his hands on
either side of her face and, lowering  himself down on top of it, he began
moving his body up and down. "He loves to rub himself against you. His cock, that is." she explained. "Any part of your body. Even your face is fair game"
Chi's words came back to her. Clara absentmindedly rubbed her hand up her
face. Her nose was too pointed, she thought.

came again. When he rolled off of her, she could see some of his juice globbed
up under her nose. She wiped it off then asked Bubala: "Now?" When he
nodded, she reached over, picked up the jar and poured Clara out into her hand.
Clara lay in her soft palm and looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman
Clara had ever seen! Her skin was a smooth golden brown, a perfect shade
somewhere between Tia's dark brown and Chi's yellow-tan. Her features were a mix
of African and Asian as well. It was as if the best characteristics of both
races had been fused into one gorgeous lady.

The lady smiled at Clara. "My, but she is a
dainty one." She said in a voice like honey. 'She looks almost like a
child. You Chose this one a little early, maybe?" She grinned at Bubala.
"What's your name, tiny thing?" She asked Clara, politely.

"Clara" Clara managed to get out. Was she
a friend of Bubala's? Did he actually trust others with knowledge of his
"ladies"? She couldn't have been "Chosen", could she? Tia
said all the other Chosen had woken up in the cage, all memory of how they got
there "erased". "What's yours?" Clara asked.

But the woman didn't answer. Instead, she lay
down on her back and, raising her other arm, she covered her armpit with the
hand holding Clara. "He goes nuts over a smooth, deep, well defined underarm!"
Clara prepared herself for Bubala's cock, and was ready when it slid in and
she was squeezed against it as he stroked himself off between her and the
woman's deep underarm, thrusting himself in harder and harder until he came,
bathing her face with his love-juice.

The lady then put
Clara down on the bed, and Clara felt the now familiar tingle-sting of Bubala's ray.
But when it stopped, she wasn't any bigger. Then the beautiful lady's hand
picked her up again and she realized that she had been made smaller! About 2 or
3 inches high, best as she could figure. Bubala was laying on his back. The woman
brought her hand up to her face and held Clara very near it. Clara wasn't too surprised
when she tipped her head back, opened his mouth and placed her into it. She was a bit scared, though.
this wasn't Chi, after all, it was this strange woman! And she still wasn't sure
what she was capable of. The woman gently
wiped all the cum of of Clara and out of her hair with her tongue and swallowed
it. Then she opened it again. Clara reached up and waited to be pulled out...

Suddenly his
mouth went dark, and then there was yet another tongue in there with her as well.
The woman was kissing Bubala, with she was sharing the kiss. As the two tongues wrestled each other, Clara
tried to give what extra stimulation she could. Embracing this tongue, then caressing
the other. She had no idea which was Bubala's and which was the Afro-Asian
woman's, so she tried to give as much as she could to both. The way the tongues
were "battling" each other, it almost seemed to Clara as if they were
fighting over her, each trying to get her into his or her mouth. At least it
wasn't painful. Although she did choke now and then on a mouthful of their mixed
saliva. Suddenly, a tongue hooked itself
over Clara's head and she was dragged deep into the back of one of their mouths.
"I win" a deep, manly voice mumbled the words past Clara's body.

she was in Bubala's mouth, so she continued to caress his tongue with her body.
Being careful as she did so because she was pretty far back in his mouth and she
didn't want to take the chance of gagging him...

"Are you sure you can't?" the golden
skinned woman asked? 

I've tried, but all that comes up is bile. I guess I could try it on a full
stomach. The girl might come up with the rest of the food, but it would be a too
messy. It's easier just to get a new one." Bubala replied, but he sensed
there was more to her question.

if you were to tie a string to her ankles?" she asked. "Could you haul
a girl back up that way?"

sound like you really want to be swallowed!" Bubala said surprised.
"You really are into this micro-macro stuff, aren't you?"

she replied emphatically, having thoroughly enjoyed watching the barely perceivably
lump make it's way down Bubala's neck. "Why do you think I hang around on
the Violent Shrunken Women's  board? I can't wait to meet the other
girls. Are you really going to make me one of your 'Chosen'?" Then, out of
courtesy she asked: "You sure you don't mind loosing her? She was rather
cute." then, crinkling her brow, "What was her name?"

Bubala replied. "Clara was to 'Bible-trained'. It's like brain washing,
y'know, it's too ingrained. You can never totally get rid of it. She would have
never really fit in. Besides, Lisa" He continued with a smile "you
are so much better!"