Torment and Relaxation (Part One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
“Ooh! Please start with me!” Irina bounced with excitement, looking like the world’s curviest school kid. Kimberly couldn’t help but shake her head and laugh, both at her best friend’s energetic disposition and her own secretive knowledge of a tiny tagalong about to experience Irina’s massage right there with her. Content, Kimberly laid out on her table and closed her eyes, a smile on her face.
“Of course.” The tall masseuse, named Kara, nodded. She flexed her hands and rolled her shoulders as she walked over beside Irina, who could hardly stay settled with her excitement. Every little movement and shake she made while lying on the table jostled you around along with her plump, jiggly flesh. Still, you put every ounce of determination and strength you still possessed into trying to reform before your fate was well and truly sealed…perhaps permanently.
Kara placed her large, firm hands on Irina’s shoulders, curling her fingers around the black-haired giantess’ clavicle. Irina stopped her giggling and slowly arched her back in surprise, the masseuse’s touch tingling her skin. Like a practiced professional, Kara eased Irina back into a prone position on the table while tracing her fingers down Irina’s back, letting the carefree woman grow accustomed to the sensation of her hands on her naked body.
Finally, Irina settled, a sleepy smile growing on her beautiful face. Satisfied that it was time to begin, Kara winked at her partner and got to work. She began at Irina’s upper body, working her well-trained fingers into the woman’s tanned back. Irina let out a few quiet moans of happiness, each noise affirming Kara that she was doing her job perfectly.
Following Kara’s trail, her partner masseuse, who’s name was Talia, dipped her delicate hands in viscous and aromatic oil and rubbed Irina’s smooth flesh in slow and rhythmic circles, easing the oil into the relaxed woman’s skin. Irina shivered briefly at the cool temperature of the oil, but her face soon glazed over in a look of pure bliss, and she slipped into gentle slumber, snoring quietly.
Dutifully, Kara and Talia worked like a well-oiled machine, working their way onto Irina’s sides, then her lower back, then onto her hips and waist. Moving a bit out of order, they worked her thick thighs and long legs, ending by flexing and gently massaging her toes individually. Irina didn’t budge an inch, but her dopey smile grew and grew as she sank deeper into an intense state of relaxation.
At last, the moment of truth came, as Kara and Talia only had to massage Irina’s prodigious derriere before moving to the sleeping woman’s front. Kara, in a professional manner (though she couldn’t deny Irina was absurdly gorgeous), examined her sleeping client’s booty in an attempt to figure out the best way to tackle massaging it. By complete chance, she glimpsed briefly inside the black-haired giantess’ butt crack.
During the past fifteen minutes of the massage you had been working tirelessly to try and reform, only to realize just how horribly Irina’s meaty cheeks had pulverized your body over the last hour. You’d only managed to marginally unstick one of your arms and your left foot in the time you’d been granted. Your body was still almost fully imprinted on Irina’s butt cheek, and worse still, your partially smeared and squished body was hardly distinguishable as human.
In her brief glimpse, Kara’s eyes certainly did pass over you, with what little light shined down from above into Irina’s canyon-like abyss of her ass crack. However, to the masseuse, your poor trapped body looked more like a slightly odd-shaped beauty mark, an almost unnoticeable stain on Irina’s otherwise flawless, goddess-like body. Not paying you any more mind, Kara signaled Talia to prepare the oil and continued the massage.
Unlike earlier, Talia led first, dripping cool, cleansing oil across Irina’s ass and into her crack. Her tiny hands spread the oil evenly across Irina’s tanned flesh like she was buttering bread, and when she had finished, Kara stepped in, employing the same practiced roughness and thorough massaging as she’d used earlier.
Kara dug her fingers into Irina’s jello-like cheeks, grabbing one cheek in each hand in a giant fistful. Kneading Irian’s butt like bread, she squished and pushed her cheeks up and down, around in a circle, and squeezed them together. Her hands squished and pressed Irian’s flesh like dough, and it would’ve almost been comical had you seen this massage taking place from a spectator position, but unfortunately you had a front row seat to the torture.
While Irina was experiencing unparalleled relaxation, you were trapped in a prison of hellish torment. From Kara’s initial slamming of Irina’s cheeks, you were crushed flat between the unrelenting walls of flesh, the slight progress you’d made over the past fifteen minutes ruined in one small second. Instantly you were a paper-thin smudge once more, coated in sweat and luxury oil.
Kara’s working of Irina’s butt cheeks was only the beginning, and the woman soon began snaking her fingers down inside Irina’s crack. She grabbed and squeezed Irina’s booty cheeks repeatedly, not missing an inch. Once or twice her fingers swiped past your body, and you prayed beyond all hopes that you’d catch onto her finger and be pulled free, but your foolish optimism was for naught, and everything you’d feared finally came to pass.
“Of course.” The tall masseuse, named Kara, nodded. She flexed her hands and rolled her shoulders as she walked over beside Irina, who could hardly stay settled with her excitement. Every little movement and shake she made while lying on the table jostled you around along with her plump, jiggly flesh. Still, you put every ounce of determination and strength you still possessed into trying to reform before your fate was well and truly sealed…perhaps permanently.
Kara placed her large, firm hands on Irina’s shoulders, curling her fingers around the black-haired giantess’ clavicle. Irina stopped her giggling and slowly arched her back in surprise, the masseuse’s touch tingling her skin. Like a practiced professional, Kara eased Irina back into a prone position on the table while tracing her fingers down Irina’s back, letting the carefree woman grow accustomed to the sensation of her hands on her naked body.
Finally, Irina settled, a sleepy smile growing on her beautiful face. Satisfied that it was time to begin, Kara winked at her partner and got to work. She began at Irina’s upper body, working her well-trained fingers into the woman’s tanned back. Irina let out a few quiet moans of happiness, each noise affirming Kara that she was doing her job perfectly.
Following Kara’s trail, her partner masseuse, who’s name was Talia, dipped her delicate hands in viscous and aromatic oil and rubbed Irina’s smooth flesh in slow and rhythmic circles, easing the oil into the relaxed woman’s skin. Irina shivered briefly at the cool temperature of the oil, but her face soon glazed over in a look of pure bliss, and she slipped into gentle slumber, snoring quietly.
Dutifully, Kara and Talia worked like a well-oiled machine, working their way onto Irina’s sides, then her lower back, then onto her hips and waist. Moving a bit out of order, they worked her thick thighs and long legs, ending by flexing and gently massaging her toes individually. Irina didn’t budge an inch, but her dopey smile grew and grew as she sank deeper into an intense state of relaxation.
At last, the moment of truth came, as Kara and Talia only had to massage Irina’s prodigious derriere before moving to the sleeping woman’s front. Kara, in a professional manner (though she couldn’t deny Irina was absurdly gorgeous), examined her sleeping client’s booty in an attempt to figure out the best way to tackle massaging it. By complete chance, she glimpsed briefly inside the black-haired giantess’ butt crack.
During the past fifteen minutes of the massage you had been working tirelessly to try and reform, only to realize just how horribly Irina’s meaty cheeks had pulverized your body over the last hour. You’d only managed to marginally unstick one of your arms and your left foot in the time you’d been granted. Your body was still almost fully imprinted on Irina’s butt cheek, and worse still, your partially smeared and squished body was hardly distinguishable as human.
In her brief glimpse, Kara’s eyes certainly did pass over you, with what little light shined down from above into Irina’s canyon-like abyss of her ass crack. However, to the masseuse, your poor trapped body looked more like a slightly odd-shaped beauty mark, an almost unnoticeable stain on Irina’s otherwise flawless, goddess-like body. Not paying you any more mind, Kara signaled Talia to prepare the oil and continued the massage.
Unlike earlier, Talia led first, dripping cool, cleansing oil across Irina’s ass and into her crack. Her tiny hands spread the oil evenly across Irina’s tanned flesh like she was buttering bread, and when she had finished, Kara stepped in, employing the same practiced roughness and thorough massaging as she’d used earlier.
Kara dug her fingers into Irina’s jello-like cheeks, grabbing one cheek in each hand in a giant fistful. Kneading Irian’s butt like bread, she squished and pushed her cheeks up and down, around in a circle, and squeezed them together. Her hands squished and pressed Irian’s flesh like dough, and it would’ve almost been comical had you seen this massage taking place from a spectator position, but unfortunately you had a front row seat to the torture.
While Irina was experiencing unparalleled relaxation, you were trapped in a prison of hellish torment. From Kara’s initial slamming of Irina’s cheeks, you were crushed flat between the unrelenting walls of flesh, the slight progress you’d made over the past fifteen minutes ruined in one small second. Instantly you were a paper-thin smudge once more, coated in sweat and luxury oil.
Kara’s working of Irina’s butt cheeks was only the beginning, and the woman soon began snaking her fingers down inside Irina’s crack. She grabbed and squeezed Irina’s booty cheeks repeatedly, not missing an inch. Once or twice her fingers swiped past your body, and you prayed beyond all hopes that you’d catch onto her finger and be pulled free, but your foolish optimism was for naught, and everything you’d feared finally came to pass.
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March 28, 2025
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