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Andrea's Travels - Chapter 2
By Darkage
(c) August, 2001

Note: This story is loosely based upon Milo Manara's 
"Gullivera" which, in turn is loosely based upon 
Jonathan Swift's "Gulliver's Travels".


Chapter 2

Andrea awoke on the sand. Though her eyes were closed, 
she felt the sand in her fingers. The warm sun was 
beating down on her chest, through the tattered 
blouse.

Strange, she thought. I can't lift my head, almost as 
if I'm paralyzed.

Something was crawling up her leg. Struggling, she 
managed to lift her head slightly. Opening her eyes, 
she looked down her body to see a tiny man, no more 
than three inches tall, standing right on her breast 
and looking down at her. She screamed in terror and 
the little man, equally frightened, turned and ran 
down her body, covering his ears and screaming. As he 
bounded down her blouse and jumped off her stomach, 
onto the sand, hundreds of others scattered, 
distancing themselves from the giant screaming girl. 
Andrea tried to get up and found that she'd been tied 
down with hundreds of tiny ropes, staked to the 
ground. Tiny stakes in her hair kept her head to the 
ground. Struggling, she managed to thrust her hips up 
off the ground, pulling most of her bonds from the 
earth, though her head, arms and ankles remained bound 
painfully to the ground.

"AAAHH! LET ME GO!" she screamed.

She hear one tiny man yell, "FIRE! FIRE! Loose your 
arrows upon her!" Suddenly, she felt tiny, stinging 
pinpricks all over her body as tiny archers riddled 
her with their arrows.

"OW! OW! Stop, please! That hurts!"

"Don't stop until she lays still!" the little man 
ordered. The pinpricks continued.

"OW! OK! PLEASE, I'll stop moving! I'll stay still, 
just stop shooting me, please!"

"Hold your fire," the commander yelled. The arrows 
ceased.

"Ow! Get these things out of me," Andrea begged, 
writhing in pain. Hundreds of little men proceeded to 
climb up onto her body. They swarmed all over, 
removing the tiny arrows and binding her to the ground 
with hundreds of tiny ropes.

"If she moves, start shooting!" yelled the man. Her 
captors pulled on her hair and staked it to the 
ground.

"Ouch," Andrea whimpered. "I promise, I won't move, 
but don't pull so hard. Please!"

Finally, bound firmly to the ground, Andrea begged, 
"Please, I've had such a trip and I'm so thirsty. 
Could you possibly bring me some water?"

"Oh, but we can do better than that, my dear," replied 
the captain. "Oxford! Come here!" A tiny man in a tall 
hat hurried over to the captain, his ragged trench 
coat shuffling about as he walked.

"Yes, milord?"

"Oxford, fetch the wine!"

"Yes, milord." He mumbled angrily as he walked off 
toward the miniature wagon, loaded with small barrels. 
"Agh! Ye stupid boy! Come quickly, before yer mighty 
cap'n snaps that twig of a neck yiv got!" The boy 
stirred on the little draft horse, bringing the wagon 
over to where the giant girl lay. Quickly, the men 
began unloading the wagon, tossing the barrels down 
onto the sand and carrying them up girl's legs.


The load upon his shoulder was heavy and Briston was 
sweating under the hot sun as he labored up the girl-
giant's leg. An elbow jabbed him in the ribs and, as 
he winced in pain, his barrel fell and landed in the 
sand beside the leg.

"Eh there, Briston," McBee's raspy voice said as he 
pointed down to the junction of the girl's thighs, 
just barely visible beneath her soaked blouse. 
"There's a great bit 'a crumpet, eh? Heh, heh..." 
Briston merely grunted in response and bounded down 
there to retrieve his barrel. "Don't suppose you'd 
know what to do with that anyhow, would ye?" McBee 
shouted.

As he bent to lift the barrel, Briston peered 
curiously at the swollen lips draped in shadow between 
the girl's thighs. Returning to his task, he hoisted 
the heavy barrel over his shoulder and made his way 
back up the leg.

Andrea felt many little men climbing up her bare legs, 
and it tickled her skin. She laughed, causing much 
chaos for the men walking up her stomach upon the 
folds of her blouse. "Hold still!" yelled the 
commander.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that it tickles so very 
much." Biting her lip, she chuckled softly as the men 
crawled up her stomach and chest.


Briston looked up in wonder as two enormous breasts 
rose on either side of him. He followed the line of 
men through the valley, treading upon giant folds of 
cloth. Occasionally the ground beneath him would 
rumble and heave slightly, making his footing rather 
unsteady. Nonetheless, he continued on. They made 
their way through great ruffles of white cloth as they 
passed out of the valley, and looking up, Briston saw 
a great white cliff, the smooth underside of the 
girl's jaw, begin to shake as they proceeded up her 
throat.


Andrea felt the tiny men marching up her clavicle, and 
did her best to contain her laughter as they moved up 
her throat. They seemed to stop just beneath her jaw. 
"Aye there, lassie!" the commander yelled. "If you'll 
just tilt that purty little head 'a yers back, so my 
men can get up to where you'll be wantin' that 
wine..." She did so, as much as she could with her 
hair all tied down beneath her, and the men began 
climbing up to her chin.


Briston struggled up the girl's pale throat. Finally 
reaching her chin, he stood with the rest of the crew 
awaiting orders. He heard the commander yell again.

"Now, lassie! You need to slowly, SLOWLY, tilt yer 
head forward again. The ground beneath Briston's feet 
moved. It was tilting towards them, and they all moved 
up past the chin to keep from falling off. They now 
stood just beneath the great red swell of the giant-
girl's lower lip. "Aye! Men!" the commander shouted. 
"Open yer barrels and start pourin'!"

Andrea felt the men standing all around her mouth.


Surrounding the girl's mouth, Briston and his fellows 
saw her enormous lips open, and they started pouring 
deep red wine from their barrels, into her great 
mouth. Their footing trembled as the girl swallowed in 
huge gulps, but they steadied themselves until all 
barrels were empty.

Andrea lay tied to the ground, woozy from wine. Most 
of the men seemed to have left. She close her eyes and 
let her head spin for a long time, then felt herself 
drifting into a deep sleep.


Back in the barracks, Briston sat slumped upon the 
bench as the captain exclaimed, "Now, none of ye is ta 
go near that great beast 'til we figure out what in 
the devil we're gonna do with it. IS THAT 
UNDERSTOOD!?" The men just nodded their heads and 
muttered.


That night, Briston lay in bed unable to sleep. He 
kept thinking about the strange swell he saw between 
the giant girl's thighs. He ran the scene through his 
head over and over again. He was bending to lift the 
barrel, and looking up, he saw a great, mysterious 
swell, hiding in the shadow of her blouse. After hours 
of this, he finally slipped out of bed, grabbed his 
tall-staff, and snuck out of the barracks, making sure 
not to wake his bunkmates.


McBee opened one eye as Briston shuffled past his 
bunk. He watched the big imbecile slip out the door. 
After a moment, he grinned and hopped from his bunk to 
follow him.


Briston lumbered down the beach beneath a starlit sky. 
In the distance, the giant girl's form was bathed in 
moonlight, lying on the sand. Waves lapped at the 
shore to the right, and a sandpiper was running along 
the beach. He lumbered on until he reached the girl.


She lay sleeping peacefully, probably due to the 
drugged wine. Standing between her enormous feet, he 
gazed at the shadowy junction of her legs, where the 
bottom of her long blouse lay. The cool night wind 
blew by. He crept forward. To either side of him were 
the many ropes that bound the girl's legs to the 
ground.  It was warmer here, and he was protected from 
the wind. As he reached her thighs, he could smell her 
scent. Not wholly unpleasant, either.

Suddenly her breathing changed. She appeared to be 
dreaming, and started murmuring in her sleep. She'd 
started wriggling in her bonds, but was still asleep. 
Her breathing became heavy, and the scent was growing 
stronger. He saw the blouse move a bit, the pubic hair 
beneath it stirring. The giant girl sighed in her 
sleep, and Briston crept closer. He was nervous, and 
he clenched the tall-staff as he came up to the lips 
between her thighs.

His curiosity was peeked. He lay the staff on the 
ground and started climbing up the ropes that bound 
her thighs. Once on top of her thigh, he made his way 
gingerly up her hip and stood looking across her 
belly.

Briston grabbed a handful of the huge blouse and 
leaned back hard, pulling the cloth up the girl's 
belly to expose her fair skin, contrasted by a dark 
patch of hair that curved down between her thighs. Her 
belly rose and fell with each breath. He got on his 
hands and knees and crept down her belly, careful not 
to slip and fall. He crawled along her smooth skin, 
towards the tuft of hair. Her breathing was getting 
louder, and with each breath, her belly rose and fell 
beneath him.

When he crawled into the little forest of curly hair, 
the giant girl seemed to hold her breath. The skin 
beneath him swelled and as he crawled along the ridge 
of her pubic area, he suddenly slipped on something 
and started falling. He heard the girl gasp as he hit 
the sand.

He wasn't hurt, and he got up to see what he'd slipped 
on. In the moonlight, it looked like there was some 
sort of wetness about the swollen lips between her 
thighs. Grabbing his tall-staff, he reached up and 
poked at her with the bulbous end. The girl sighed as 
it touched her. He poked again, and this time the 
staff slipped down, over a little bump at the top of 
the lips, causing the giant girl to moan in her sleep. 
He rubbed it again. As the girl sighed, the top of the 
staff slipped down the bump and into the moist crevice 
between her lips. She gasped, her body quivering in 
its bonds. Curious, Briston pushed up to see how far 
the staff would go. To his surprise, it slid into her 
with ease and, after burying almost half of its 
length, he stopped only because his arm could reach no 
further. The giant girl breathed heavily and as he 
pulled the staff from inside her, he saw that it was 
coated in a milky fluid that appeared to be dripping 
from between her lips.

A little afraid, but mostly confused, Briston ran to 
the ocean and washed his staff clean before hurrying 
back to the barracks.

McBee watched him go, lumbering back across the beach. 
When he was sure the idiot was gone, he stepped out 
from behind the driftwood pile and started towards the 
girl. 

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