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.Corsicanthrax (and Forrestal)	By : keithcompany Category: M through R > Monty Python Views: 1912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zoot helped Von Grandis stand and wrapped him in a towel. "The initiates will be bringing you some food in a few moments, good Sir Knight," she said cheerfully. "Then I suggest you go straight to bed. You have lots to think about."
He nodded absently and staggered towards the chair by the fire. Zoot made sure he was tucked in. Nothing getting chilled, nothing showing. Then she grabbed a small rag and returned to the bath. Carborundum was clawing at the sides, trying to climb up to the rim.
Zoot fished her out and dried her off. When the older woman wrapped her fist around the curse victim, only her head and her feet showed. "Very handy travel size, my dear," she murmured and thrust the girl into her cleavage. Her abandoned clothing went down the laundry chute.
"I'll check in on you later," she promised Von Grandis and swept out. She skipped merrily down the hall, rounding a corner and finding a whole raft of initiates.
"We brought every bird cage we could find, Mistress Zoot," Thullie said. Behind her, seven other girls held armfuls of cages appropriate for robins, larks, albatross and European swallows. She took a sturdy, roomy one with ornate metal designs on the bars, almost fully hiding the interior.
"Excellent," Zoot said with a smile. "Take them all to my sewing room and stack them on the workbench. Then you may all take an hour to polish your chastity belts. Our guest may be willing to inspect them for security purposes."
"Oh, yes, Mistress," they enthused. "Thank you, thank you!" They started to skip towards the dormitory.
"Ahem?" Zoot called. She waved her bird cage.
"Oh! Yes! Of course!" The horde thundered towards her tower. She continued on her way. Smells from the kitchen wafted up as the cooks loaded a dinner tray.
The scent of oysters and dark chocolate fought with saffron infused asparagus , artichokes soufflés and strawberry truffles. Evidently they were out of goatweed soup. Or maybe Cook was just caught flatfooted by their guest's arrival.
At the bottom of the ramp, she bent over as far as she could get. The wriggling figure under her breast worked closer to the nipple. "Make yourself useful," she muttered, gently stroking the bump in her bandeau.
She opened the door to the gallery and peeked inside. All the girls were smaller, though none as small as the one pinned in her clothing.
Down below the screen, Grace and Fortitude were hand feeding spears of asparagus in sauce to Von Grandis and wiping his beard six or seven times per bite.
The girls in the room with Zoot were trying to jump up and see over the lip of the gallery's wall. So direct sight was necessary for the curse, she confirmed with a nod.
High pitched pleading started to yip around her ankles. Twenty and eight hands yanked at her skirt and pointed at the back of the tapestry. Little faces looked up with pitiful expressions. Little boobs bounced with freedom.
"Hush, hush," she whispered. "He's haunted by the unshriven ghosts of his battle victims." She put the cage down and opened the door. "Get in, I'll take you to the chapel and exorcise the evil spirits. Clear it up, toot suite!"
The little naked women rushed into the cage. She grabbed the lagging brunette. Cearfree looked up questioningly as Zoot looked her over. She was about twice the size of Carborundum, all of them were.
Then she thrust her into the cage and closed the door. She set the latch so easily it might have looked like the force of habit to the captives.
She gathered up all the skirts and robes and shifts and slippers and amusing underwear and bandeaus and padded bandeaus and miracle bandeaus and stuffed everything into the laundry chute. It was an extension of the one for the guest room. Down in the laundry, the arrival of 15 complete wardrobes from that part of the castle would make the sculyons jealous, not suspicious.
At last glance, Grace was helping Von Grandis into a night shirt almost as fast as Fortitude was getting out of her shift. Zoot made a mental note that she'd have to be extra careful about the bedding in the morning.
For now, she stepped from the gallery and shut the door as softly as possible. At the bottom of the ramp she bent over and removed her passenger. The sweaty, panting wretch looked up at her in dismay. "I couldn't breathe…I couldn't move…I couldn't get my mouth to the nipple…"
"So you didn't even lick where you were?" Zoot shook her head. "You've always been too goal fixated, child. You need to stop and smell the roses." It was a pity that Rose hadn't been in the gallery or she might have demonstrated. The disappointment was caged with the others and she went on.
No one passed her before she reached her sewing room. Cages filled every available surface and a few hung from the beams. Lovely, lovely.
"Mistress?" Chorfam called softly. "This isn't the chapel?"
"And you're not getting exorcised," Zoot said cheerfully. She caged the girls in pairs, with Carborundum alone, then distributed sewing materials they might find useful. "Make yourselves some clothes," she advised. "The castle is so very cold and damp.
"Oooh, look!" Chrissy said. The buxom but bubbleheaded blonde slipped out from between the bars of the albatross cage. "I can get out of this one!" Her cage-mate, Janet, glanced cautiously at Zoot and shook her head.
Zoot bent close and whispered, careful to blow her breath across those magnificent titties as she spoke. "The cage bars aren't to keep you in, little one. They're to keep the cats from gobbling you up like a hairless pink rat."
"EEP!"
She'd saved the best for last. She swept quickly into her room and shut the door behind her. A sweep of her hand draped a tapestry over the mirror. Then she went to the bed.
Dingo stood on her wimple and shook her fist up at her sister. "Zoot! Naughty Zoot! Naughty, naughty, evil Zoot! Naughty, evil, vindictive…" She continued in that vein as Zoot removed her sister's clothes from the bed and her own clothes from her body.
"Not arguing," she said as she crawled onto the quilt.
"Zoot! You have to put me back to normal!" Dingo said sternly. She stomped her foot, but at two spans in height she only slightly dented the winter-weight quilt she stood on.
"I didn't do anything to you," Zoot replied. "Dinky little Dingo's a dolly down there because she watched Von Grandis diddle a doxie." She slid down onto her side and examined her twin. "And," she continued, "Dolly Dingo must have done something to her self."
"Never mind that," the tiny figure shouted. "We must find a remedy for this!"
Zoot just rolled over and reached for her favorite nightwear. Dingo stared as she unraveled her macrame bra. She grabbed a small pillow and placed it before Dingo. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"You," Zoot said. She snatched the tiny waist and bent her over the pillow. She quickly lashed her in place, then examined the result. Dingo was spread across the face of the cushion, staring up with heated anger.
"No, no, no, that'll never do," she said. She pinched one corner and lifted the whole assembly to flip it over. She bunched up the cushion and tightened the cord. When she flipped it back over, her sister was bent instead of flat. Her ass poked up nicely. "Much better," she said with a smile.
"ZOOT! What are you doing?"
"You're going to tell me all about what you did when you watched the Knight's bath."
"That's none of your business," Dingo sneered. "Now untie me and let's find out what we can give this knight to undue my condition!" Zoot folded a fingernail behind her thumb and held it over her left butt cheek. "Oh, please, you want a sex story, but you won't enjoy anything you beat out of me."
"Probably," she agreed. "But tell me, how many times did you just call me naughty?"
"Um…once?" Zoot shook her head and snapped her finger. Dingo wailed.
Zoot moved her hand to strike the other cheek. "I have a number in mind. You count off for me, and when we reach it, you'll have a chance to tell me about your evening."
Dingo pulled at her bindings but nothing moved. She swallowed and said, "One." Zoot spanked each cheek on the up curve, then each on the down curve, then the top of each creamy thigh. Dingo dutifully counted them off. After seven strikes, Zoot leaned down to place a gentle kiss over the center of the spread cheeks.
"Now. What did you do?" Dingo sniffled and started to describe her experience. Once she was well started, Zoot relented and untied her.
"I came into the room and looked for the mirror. As soon as I spied it, I knew that it was the Corsican Mirror. Or one of them. They are insidious devices and require careful handling. I was quite cross with you for taking them." Her sister raised a bent fingernail slowly. "But I forgive you!" she quickly pointed out.
"Anyway, before I could find you and remonstrate with you, I noticed that Carborundum was undressing." Zoot finished untying the little figure and picked it up. She rolled onto her back and cradled Dingo between her breasts.
"I knew that this might put her in a compromising position with the Knight you didn't tell me about." Dingo felt muscles beneath her knees move and realized that Zoot was lifting her hand. "But I forgive you!" she squeaked.
"Anyway, it was only my duty to observe the interaction. To witness Carborundum's comportment, that she might not gain the reputation of one who whores."
"And how did that work out?" Zoot tapped a finger on her sister's nose. She flinched and started to sit up. But rolling over on her side rubbed her reddened behind across the skin of the boob pressing against her. She whimpered and lay back down.
"Not well," she admitted. "She started to soap herself and I…I stared at her. Then I felt her. I felt the soap slicking my stomach. Then…"
"What did you do, Dingo?" Zoot asked softly.
"I saw her shove her boobs in his face. I thought he would lick them. I thought he should lick them. So I… I pretended that he did. That he licked mine."
"Show me," Zoot whispered, shoving her breast against her sister's side. Dingo climbed to her knees and leaned against the giant boob. She pinched the nipple between two fists.
"I pulled with my fingers. I twisted and squeezed…"
"Yes, yes, yessss," Zoot hissed encouragingly. She gently pressed against her other boob, trapping her twin between the two. Dingo tilted her head to lick at the nipple. She was gentle at first, then faster, then pressed her head down hard into the yielding red skin.
"What else?" Zoot asked with a slight whine.
"I felt her rubbing his chest. And holding his…"
"His knightly lance?"
"Yes…." Dingo moaned. "Which should have pierced Carborundum to the heart. So I lifted my shift and bared myself to the mirror. I wanted him, Zoot."
"We all do, love," she assured her.
"I touched myself. I… I shoved my thumb where I needed it!"
Zoot's hands stole to her own needs. She spread her lips with two fingers and slid two more inside. Her attentions to her lagoon of mystery eased the pressure holding Dingo in place.
That allowed the tiny rider to pull herself up on the breast before her. She climbed astride the powerfully erect nipple and squeezed it between her thighs. She flexed her knees to rub the nipple against her pussy.
Zoot's breathing made her chest heave, adding unexpected strokes and wiggles to the nipple's path. Dingo cooed like a basilisk in heat and ground herself against it. Zoot twisted her ass across the quilt, three fingers stroking herself frantically.
They screamed together and collapsed almost simultaneously. Once Dingo caught her breath, she cuddled her sister up to her face and covered the little body with loving kisses and a few thankful nibbles.
Then they curled up under the quilt and fell into deep, satisfied slumber.
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Dingo was curled up in her armpit when Zoot's eyes opened. She bounced out of bed on the instant, scooping up a still-drowsy sibling on the way up.
"Huh? What? MY GOD, YOU"RE GIGANTIC!" the little one cried.
"You knew that last night," Zoot replied as she quickly donned her shift.
"I'm talking about your breath," Dingo said.
"Very funny. Well, let's get you situated." She scampered out the door and into her sewing room.
The victims of Sir Von Grandis' curse had strung lines across the doorway to capture and overpower their captor. They waited in the corner of the room, ready to rush forward and bind her after the trap brought her down.
To their dismay, all the handling lines were snatched out of their grip when Zoot entered. She marched through the trap unhindered, lines and threads snapping in her wake. By the time they realized the capture failed, the door was shut again and they remained imprisoned, if not quite caged.
Dingo was deposited in the same cage as Carborundum. Then she put hands on hips and glowered down at the naked living dolls scurrying for cover.
"You were supposed to fashion clothing," she scolded. One hand grabbed a fistful of threads and yanked them free of their anchors. "Not play a giant game of Cat's Cradle. Hmmph!"
She spent a few minutes hanging all the cages from the ceiling beams. Then she gathered the girls one by one, spanked their pale butts rosy and caged them. "I would let you sew something, but you'd probably just knit a fire escape down to the floor," she lectured as she hauled Janet up by her ankle and slapped her ass twice.
"So you can all just sit in your cages and be naked all day," she finished.
"Oooh, thank you mistress," Chrissy enthused. The others shushed her.
Zoot dressed quickly and walked quickly to the guest room. She'd forgotten to post a sentry and there was no telling how many women had snuck in during the night.
Well, there was one way to tell, she thought as she grabbed a laundry hamper from a maid's station she passed.
The Knight lay snoring across the top of his quilt, spread eagle but face down. She licked her lips at the sight of his muscular butt but concentrated on her task.
Collecting women in the bedroom was like searching Biscuit's room when she tried to quit smoking. Two were under his pillow, trying to keep out the castle's chill. One was similarly curled up inside his nicely shined boot.
"Thought you'd show him how well you polished things off, hmm?" Zoot asked as she put the miserable thing in the basket with the others.
Another had brought his surcote and stood where it hang, trying to wrap the hem around her like curtains.
One cuddled against his balls, sweating from his body heat but terrified to move away from the warmth.
Two more were curled up in the ashes of the cooling fireplace, also trying to keep warm. The others complained about the soot when Tipsy and Genevieve joined the collection.
Her thought about finding stashed cigars made her glance suspiciously at the mantel. Sure enough, Corri was crouched behind the decorative box of handkerchiefs. She had seven wrapped around her and still shivered in the morning air.
"How in the name of Herne the Horny Horned Hunter did you get up there?" Zoot asked. Corri shrugged. "Honestly!" Zoot exclaimed.
Seven more girls were in the gallery, ranging from a span to a cubit in height.
"Oh, dear," Zoot sighed as she collected Gretchen. "You're much too big." She looked around for a moment, hoping a bigger cage would be in evidence. None appeared. "Well, needs must," she said. She put the hamper down and sat on the lid to prevent escapes.
She had her back to the screen and placed her too-tall girl on her shoulder. "Do you see that ass?" she asked softly. She felt the nod more than saw it.
Then, with her eyes resolutely focused on an embroidered map of Holy Land rest stations on the wall, Zoot touched Gretchen.
She grabbed the tiny thighs, each a span long, and spread the legs. Two fingers caressed the inner thighs, stroking the bodily humours up towards the heart where they'd do good. This pushed them up through the girl's womanly nethers, doing the intended good right away.
"Keep looking at that ass," she whispered. Gretchen gasped and grabbed Zoot's shirt in her fists. "Don't think about it, though. Don't think about kissing it. Or biting it. Or cupping it in your hands and seeing if you can lick from his tailbone to his balls in one long, slow, loving stroke. Don't think about it."
The legs twitched a tiny bit and the stroking fingers were against the tiny pussy. Zoot didn't move her hands, effectively dragging the shrinking beauty away from her shoulder.
Gretchen whined when her view was blocked and tried to claw her way back up to her perch. Zoot relented a few finger's worth. She tried to form an alphabetical list of points of interest on the map. None of her clothing felt loose so it must have worked.
Gretchen started to whine. Zoot dipped her head to lick both fingertips and started to rub tiny circles on the lower butt cheeks, the fleshy part favored by a nearby nobleman. Hazzard, Duke of Daisy, loved the little curve of the ass right next to the thigh. Zoot alternated light and heavy touches. Her victim alternated pushing herself down on the touch and pulling herself up to see.
The little butt got tighter and tighter, tinier and tinier. Just before the climax, she yanked her captive down to her lap. She held the body in place and pushed the little face against her own boob.
Gretchen screamed right into the giant nipple that muffled her cry. Zoot very nearly came, too. Only her iron will, and a splinter from her wicker seat, prevented a possible shrinking on her part.
This time, she set the sentry before she left the visitors apartments. Melchett sat at her booth, selling tickets from the roll and showing the 'now serving number 4' sign. With numbers 1 through 44 in her pocket, Zoot had a few minutes to catch everything up.
Laundry was chuted, women were caged, thunder mugs were adapted and passed around and breakfast was arranged.
She wiped her brow and started down to the mess hall where her and the guest's breakfast awaited. If there was anyone left to cook, that was. After so many partners….
That thought brought her up short. So many? In one night? On his FIRST night? The man might have years of desire bottled up but his Little Knight wasn't going to form calluses overnight.
She clapped her hands as she entered the hall. "Piglet? Winston? Girls, your medical skills may be needed! Immediately, while there may still be a chance to save him."
Dr. Piglet scampered up with her quilted medical bag. Winston was at the other end of the hall, running towards them with unladylike haste. For once, Zoot forbore chastising her. "Is he dying?" Piglet asked.
"No, no," she replied. "But I fear he may have worn his penis off."
"Oh, NO!" the room shouted. The medical staff of Anthrax ran off to practice their art.
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