1 comments/ 22083 views/ 1 favorites The Seduction of Gulliver By: Decayed Angel History is a funny thing, seemingly ancient and unchanging, there are so often discussions, disagreements and arguments regarding the interpretation of the events mankind have recorded as history. Often as not, we also learn of previously unreported history as more diligent research is undertaken and, on occasion, scandalous behavior is finally discussed among more polite society. One of the more shocking incidents of scandalous behavior long held secret from laymen and historians alike was the matter of "The Seduction of Gulliver." As we well recall, Jonathan Swift's famous adventurer was a daring explorer, a charming visitor, and an adept diplomat, who escaped many trials and challenges during his travels. Unfortunately, Gulliver did not escape all of his predicaments entirely unscathed, and with the recent discovery of a first hand account that confirmed what were only previously considered rumors, the secret was exposed. It happened during the time Gulliver found himself staked and tied down to the beach where he had landed after a shipwreck. You may remember he awoke from the harrowing storm to find himself tied down to the beach. The first hand account of what followed was written by Willomena (Willie) Bank, who learned of the giant man on the beach from a local constable who happened to visit the brothel after his shift: Walking onto the beach I saw it there. I say it because I first thought it was the wrecked ship itself, not a man there on the beach. But getting closer the form seemed right and as I walked up between his legs, I could smell his "man-smell," you know the one, not unpleasant, but heavy, traced a bit with sweat. Yeah, I'd know that smell, I knowed it most my life. "Come on Willie, we got to move fast before anyone else gets here," Maddie shouted. Madeline, by her proper name, was the one to lead the group of us girls out to see the giant. She had cooked up some plan that, whatever it was, it had to get finished before anyone else arrived. Maddie had already directed several women to climb up onto the legs of this giant and they were helping the other ladies to climb up. When one throwed me a rope, I had to try a number of times before I could climb up, but in the end, all twenty or so of us girls were standing on the giant's leg. "Wadda we do now Maddie?" Susie cried out. "Quickly ladies, grab those fasteners and try to untie them. We need to remove his codpiece." A murmur ran through the other women and they quickly began pulling and tugging at the codpiece, each one giddy with excitement. "Never seen one so big in my life, specially right here in the flesh." "Yeah, imagine the nuts on this tree," another shouted. "Ladies, it's the jism we are after," Maddie called out. "Yes the jism. You know how we work to save what we can from our customers, selling it as hand cream. Well imagine the jism from just one randy moment with this giant schlong," she yelled, trying to wrap both arms around the obvious bulge in the codpiece. We all were so excited we tore that codpiece off in no time, and with the massive snake exposed we began doing whatever we could to awaken it. Well we had barely started when we heard the man awaken and could feel him begin to struggle against all the ropes that held him down. Lucky for us, the people who tied him did a good job. Not of the ropes pulled free. Besides the man awakening, his organ began to rise too, soon standing nearly four times the height of Cathy, the tallest of us ladies. "Yes, keep working it ladies," Maddie bellowed, extending her arms out as far as she could to grasp and then slide the skin up and down his massive shaft. "Remember his skin is thick, so you must stroke hard, hard, yes even harder." We all continued, groping the soft flesh and moving it as best we could. I imagined it might have felt like the eyelashes of twenty or so giant women fluttering across his emboldened cock. It would take time, but what man could resist the thought of twenty women lashing the entire length of him. The giant spoke out, mumbling, "No, no, I can't do this. I am a God fearing man." Well, most of us girls spent plenty of time with God fearing married men, some of us have spent time with men of the cloth, so there was no way we were stopping. In fact, we moved even faster, soon feeling him begin to move his hips. We had to hold tight as he lifted his hips, pushing his scepter to the sky. "No, no, no, no, don't stop, please don't stop!" he shouted as his cock suddenly seemed to get thicker and he came, sending his steaming jism splashing onto his curly hair with the first spurt. The second and third spurts didn't go as far and two of the ladies got absolutely covered in his sticky goo. "I ain't never seem as much man juice in my entire life," Cassie said, running her hands through her hair, squeezing the warm white jism from the soaking locks. Maddie quickly organized a bucket brigade as we all scooped up the "hand cream" and passed the buckets down to a wagon. When we filled all our buckets, we clumsily refastened his codpiece and left, with the giant man simply moaning, "No, no...." We were silent most of the trip back until Cassie said, "I feel sorry for the bloke." "Sorry?" "Yeah, he didn't want it to happen." "Now Cassie do you really believe that. What man do you know could ever resist having twenty women all at the same time?" Maddie added, "And not just any women, we got the best hand job women in the business right here." "Well, looking at it that way, maybe he was saying, 'No,' because he wanted us to stay. Why I bet the letch wanted another go," Cassie said as she laughed. "And all without paying a single dollar," I added, dipping my hand into the sticky hand cream. "Well, least we got us plenty of hand cream." "That we do ladies, that we do," Maddie said, as the horses pulled up to the brothel. Miss Banks' report confirmed earlier rumors regarding the state of Gulliver's codpiece and clothing. The suspicious stains on the pants were not, as some speculated, from an encounter before he came ashore, no the stains were from a different type of coming, which occurred after he was restrained. The brothel's sudden rise from a back alley whorehouse to one of the finer establishments in Lilliput certainly lends credence to Miss Banks' tale, and the house came to be known world wide for its hand cream. In fact, one has to wonder how the house was able to keep selling the hand cream for so long after the incident; one might think with its popularity, the initial collection would have run out long ago. Ah, there may be another story there, who knows, we may need to change our history once again. The Seduction of Gulliver Ch. 02 Ah, once again we must read between the lines and talk to the true witnesses of a tale to get the full and detailed story. As we learned before, Gulliver's travels to Lilliput became an ecstatic success as the local working ladies worked their liberties on the most enormous cock they had even seen in their lives. They dallied much to Gulliver's chagrin initially, but soon he came to appreciate the naked women embracing and stroking his erection until he flooded them with his hot essence. The brothel these women came from soon struck a deal with Gulliver to produce their "special hand cream." It was a beneficial deal for both parties as the brothel got rich from the sale of his essence and he got the most perverse little hand and body jobs he could imagine. Yes, and while this wonderful arrangement was more than Gulliver had ever imagined, he was destined to experience stranger and even more perverse pleasures in his travels. For indeed, the time came for Gulliver to leave Lilliput and many of the women wept, some because they knew their supply of hand cream would not be replenished, while others wept over the loss of the biggest cock they would ever touch. Of course you'll not read this in any book of Lilliput, the only way you can possibly learn the detail is to read Willomena (Willie) Bank's unpublished journals to learn the true history. Upon returning home, Gulliver's wandering heart soon led him on another journey, but once again, he soon found himself separated from his ship in a terrible storm and washed ashore in a strange place. While his adventures in this strange place called Brobdingnag, were chronicled, the true stories were not always told. No one has claimed to have written the true account of his travels, these journals remained anonymous for all these many years, and while the claims of an anonymous source may be doubted, the stories within were corroborated with numerous tidbits of information from many official sources. These tidbits were so numerous to rule out any possibility of coincidence, so it is with great confidence that I relate the journal's account of the next chapter in The Seduction of Gulliver. It took some effort to avail myself of the visitor who calls himself Gulliver, a character of such odd proportion was obviously in great demand from scholars to traveling circuses. Of course he had made a royal circuit, visiting the great leaders of Brobdingnag before finding himself visiting the local universities. Fortunately I am a most generous contributor to Lorbrulgrud University, so my request of a private audience with the man was immediately, if grudgingly granted. The scientists at the university had poked and prodded him and the psychologists had theorized with him, so I had little to add to the intellectual study of him, but as a woman of heightened needs, my interests were a little more basic. One of the kind professors delivered him to me, gently placing him on my dressing table, where, with the help of my magnifying glass, I was able to look him over closely, while generally conversing with him. He proved to be a charming man with great wit and ample flattery, though it wasn't long before I tired of the aimless chatting and unbuttoned my bodice to expose both my breasts to the tiny man. While watching him closely with the magnifying glass, I could see a bulge grow in his pants. Excited at the prospect of exciting him, I quickly removed all my clothes and inspected him thorough the magnifying glass again. Yes, there was an impressive bulge in his pants and I was curious to see it unclothed. I think he was as excited as me because when I first asked him to remove his clothes, he immediately undressed and soon stood naked before me. Careful not to hurt the man, I reached out and gently took his hard cock between my thumb and index finger. It felt so smooth and warm. I noticed him admiring my breasts, so I leaned forward and placed one on the table in front of him. He quickly moved forward and ran his tongue on my nipple, giving me a sensation like what I might imagine butterfly wings might feel like on me. While the sensation was very light, it did move me and afraid to do too much with him, for fear or crushing him, or drowning him I let him continue to toy with my nipple whilst I reached between my legs and diddled my clit. Gulliver continued on my nipple, grabbing it with his arms and later leaping up onto my breast and sliding down until he actually sat on my nipple. My fingers circled on my clit as I got closer and closer while he began rocking back and forth straddling my nipple, rubbing his cock on me. In a few moments I felt the tiniest mist of warm wetness splash onto my nipple and realizing he had come, I grew so excited I also came as waves of pleasure shot though my body. It was only after we had recovered that Gulliver suggested we perhaps get a bit more adventurous. He explained that he was not really all that fragile and frankly wanted to, if you excuse the term, fuck me like I've never been fucked. While I wondered how he might to that considering the size of his cock, his self confidence was enough to convince me to consider it. At this point the narrative went onto discuss the sleeping arrangements for the little man as the woman looked forward to experiencing Gulliver's more adventurous spirit. Her continuing story is picked up several pages later, which will be transcribed in a later dispatch. The Seduction of Gulliver Ch. 03 The lady's journal continues, but before we return to her writings on Gulliver, we consider the possibilities of who might be the actual author of the text. Initial hopes of finding the author easily among the lists of major contributors to Lorbrulgrud University of Brobdingnag were quickly dashed upon discovery that a great fire had destroyed all records of donations at that time. While other's had compiled histories of the university and chronicled some of the supporters, no definite names could be singled out. It seems, while experts can corroborate many of the facts described in the extended journals, no one was willing or able to divulge the name of the author. So, while I can attest the facts described in the journal are true, there is no real proof. As the lady said in her journal, Gulliver was adventurous, a fact we will soon see proven in a first hand narrative. The question as to whether Gulliver's promise to fuck the woman like she had never been fucked before is meant in a good way or bad way remains to be seen from the lady's account. Aye, we awoke to a beautiful day, a beautiful day made more beautiful by the magnificent sight in my magnifying glass. I spent the early morning watching Gulliver sleep in the nude, his muscles at rest, his cock soft, his balls relaxed in their sack. Later, as he began to stir a bit I noticed his cock coming to life well before him, so when he did awaken, he was already fully hard. I provided a tea cup with warm water to allow him to bathe and then shaved a few tiny slivers from my soap for him. He washed himself unabashedly, as if totally oblivious to my prurient gaze and even went as far as soaping up his hands and stroking his cock with one while toying with his nipple with the other. Stopping well short of any climax, I later learned he was just working himself up so later, when he did come, he would leave more of himself with me. Having bathed earlier, I was clean and ready for his further adventures on my body once he completed his bath. I must admit, watching him so closely, I felt a moistness develop between my legs at the feeling of intimacy I felt toward him. So when he asked me to recline on my back so he could explore me further, I was ready for him in every way. Apparently he was satisfied with his exploration of my breasts the day before, because he merely walked around them, casually running a hand around their curve on his journey southward. He paused at my belly button, taking a sip of water from the moisture left from my bath before heading onward toward the tall field of my pubic hair. He did spend some time there, letting the curls wrap around him as his cock slipped between the strands. I imagine he could have finished there, letting the soft hair tease his cock until he came, but he did move on. Once walking onto my swollen lips, he carefully avoided my clit in search of my wet opening. When he found it, he tried to climb on my lips in a way he could move his cock into me, but twice he slipped, sinking up to his waist in my pussy. Each time he struggled out, completely covered in my juices. After that, he grabbed a stray hair and stood, studying the structure and symmetry of my lips as he developed a plan to fuck me like I've never been fucked. In a few minutes I watched as he crawled alongside my slit and then his hands took my clit and using it to hang onto, he slid out above my pussy and slipped that miniscule cock into me. Now I really couldn't feel anything that small, but, the way he hung from my clit, struggling to keep from falling into my pussy and drowning was sending shivers through my body. Though Gulliver must have been an amazingly strong man, even his most strenuous efforts felt like the most delicate of touches on my most sensitive part. So while he bucked and heaved while fucking me, he was driving me crazy with his arms wrapped tight around my clit. Finally his touch drove me over the edge and I came, my pussy contracting in pulsation after pulsation. Gulliver was able to keep from falling in me and, by the way he acted when I had calmed myself, he must have come too. Well, in fact I know he came, because I have recently learned I am with child and with my husband away for so long, Gulliver is the only man who has fucked me since my last monthly visitation. While I would cherish the child as a reminder of the incredible experience I shared with this little man, I do worry about how big the child might be. Alas, Gulliver has moved on, visiting with other patrons of the university and I heard that recently he headed back to his homeland, so he will never know he fathered my child. Birth records are sparse from that day and age and since the woman stopped writing in her journal after Gulliver returned home, no further information is available about Gulliver's child. There is no known history of another man or woman of Gulliver's diminutive size seen in Brobdingnag, so we must assume the child the woman bore was of a more normal size. While I still search, additional unpublished accounts of Gulliver's travels have not surfaced. Beyond the short accounts I have outlined in the first three chapters of this work, the only authentic accounts of the travels were compiled in a volume by Jonathan Swift aptly titled Gulliver's Travels. Readers are encouraged to study these adventures in detail and to continue my search for unpublished accounts of his lascivious indulgences. Or you could always make them up yourself.