Shanya and the White Giants

Postby LordNelson » Tue Jun 30, 2015 8:49 am

In the heart of the Malaysian jungle there are a people that still live as they have for many centuries. A people who know of no world other than their own. It is a world where superstition and myth are as real as the hardships of survival. A world where ghosts and monsters are believed to be as real as family and friends.

In this world all must do their part to ensure that the tribe can subsist. The men hunt, the women weave rattan baskets to trade and the children gather the foods the forest has to offer.

One of those children was Shanya. At sixteen she was the prettiest girl in the village. She would soon have her pick of the eligible boys for marriage. Not only was she pretty but unlike the other girls she had the body of a woman well beyond her years. As is the custom for her age she wore a grass skirt to her knees but went bare-chested. It was her ample bosom that made her the most desirable girl in the tribe.

She also had one more asset that made her more attractive. Her mother had traded a basket to another tribe for a bright red cotton scarf. She gave the scarf to Shanya who wore it proudly around her neck. It stood out against her dark skin and long black hair and the ends hung down between her breasts.

The story that accompanied the scarf claimed that had been traded to a coastal tribe by strangers known as the “white giants”; a people who came in huge canoes from the other side of the sea. Shanya’s tribe had never met any white giants but it was said by those who had that they were gods. Some were good and some were monsters.

One day Shanya set out to pick a fruit called kepayang. She had her basket and walked a path that had been worn into the jungle floor for hundreds of years. After filling her basket she began to return to the village. It was then she met the white giant.

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Standing on the trail was a man in strange garments. He had long braided hair, a scruffy mustache and the hint of a beard. His clothing covered all but his hands and face. A long knife was tucked into a leather belt around his waist. He had a satchel hanging from a strap over his shoulder. He was a strange looking sight with his pale skin but most impressive off all he towered over tiny Shanya.

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She didn’t know if this was a good god or a monster but either way she had to show respect. She put down her basket and got down onto her knees. She bowed until her forehead touched the ground.

He walked over and stood over her. She trembled. A god might take her as a sacrifice. A monster might kill her just for sport. Shanya waited for the long knife to plunge through her body.

The slaver got down onto his knees also. He took a piece of rope from his satchel and tied her hands behind her back.

Shanya was no stranger to being tied up. When she was younger the boys liked to torment the girls by tying them and then teasing them with tickling or putting bugs in their hair. When the kids grew older the tying became a way for the boys to show which girl they preferred. Shanya was tied often and always first. This was no playful tie. She twisted her wrists and knew that they had never been tied so tight before.

He stood up. Her took her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He bent her head back and looked at her face. ‘You’re quite a pretty one’ he said ‘you will fetch a good price.’

She couldn’t understand his strange words but she sensed that he wasn’t going to kill her. She was still very frightened. He reached out and pulled her scarf off. Shanya was confused, what would a god need with her scarf? Maybe it was his and he had come to reclaim it? If that was the case now that he had it he could let her go.

He folded it in half and then again and again. When it was a neat roll he held it against her lips. She didn’t understand. With the other hand he pinched her breast and when she squealed he pushed it into her mouth. She could have pushed it out with her tongue but she didn’t dare.

He reached into his satchel again and pulled out a hollow piece of bamboo about six inches long with a rope through the center. He placed the bamboo between her teeth and tied the rope at the back of her neck. He pulled the rope tight and the bamboo pushed the scarf to the back of her throat.

He then took another rope and tied one end of it around her neck. Using it as a leash he pulled her along as he set out on the trail away from her village and towards the coast. He picked up her basket with the other hand not wanting to leave any evidence behind.

When they reached the beach Shanya saw three other girls and two women sitting in the sand. They were bound and gagged like her but also had their ankles tied. Her captor pushed her down beside them and tied her ankles too. “Why would these gods need so many girls” she thought ‘And why would they treat us like this?”

On the beach were three other men. One stood guard over the females and two had just come ashore in a small rowboat. The big “canoe” was out in the bay. It was even bigger than she had imagined it. Her captor approached the men from the boat. The one that had been paddling the boat stood off to the side, the one who had been sitting appeared to be a chief.

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They talked for a moment and then the chief walked over to Shanya. He looked at her face and then her body.

‘You’re right’ he said ‘she is quite lovely. I think I’ll keep this one for myself. Bring her to the boat and I’ll take her back to the ship with me right now.’

He captor untied her ankles and stood her up. He began to pull her towards the boat. She knew that if she got into it she would never see her home again. She refused to walk. He pulled harder. She tried to sit. He yanked her to her feet again.

The captain saw this and he confronted her. ‘What is your problem?’ he shrieked at her knowing full well she couldn’t understand. He raised his fist to strike her. Then she had an idea. She turned her head and looked at the basket of kepayang on the beach where her captor had put it down. The captain followed her gaze and saw the basket too. He made an eating motion with his hand. She nodded.

‘Are you hungry?’ he asked ‘I guess you are going to have to learn your place. Masters eat before slaves. You will be fed only if there are any scraps left.’ He picked up a large kepayang and took a knife from his belt. He carved it into four thick slices.

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‘Come mates’ he shouted ‘let’s teach this little wretch the order of things in her new life.’ He passed a piece to each of them. They bit into the delicious looking flesh. A bitter taste filled their mouths, it was awful. They chewed and swallowed, none wanting to be the first to show weakness. Each took a second mouthful, all but one spit it out.

‘How can you eat this garbage?’ said her captor. ‘No wonder they live like savages’ added the captain.

Then the sentry doubled over holding his stomach…then the rower and then her captor. The captain cursed her as he sank to the sand. Soon two were on their knees and the other two were lying on the beach moaning.

Kepayang, when not prepared properly, is highly poisonous.

Shanya picked up the knife from where it had been dropped. She couldn’t see to cut her rope behind her back. She carefully cut the rope around the wrists of one of the women. Then she cut Shanya’s hands free and her own ankles.

Shanya took the knife back and freed the others. They ran across the beach and disappeared into the jungle.

Shanya looked at the four men now lying still on the beach. How foolish these giants were. She was hoping that they would feed her. She would have rather died than have gone with them.

She carefully cut the rope of her gag. She pulled the scarf out of her mouth. Each of them wore a similar scarf. She threw hers down and ground it into the sand with her foot. She no longer wanted this gift from the giants.

She looked towards the big canoe. A line of slavers watched from the deck. Fearing they would come for her she waved the knife at them to let them know she wouldn’t give up without a fight. And then she grabbed her basket and ran. She need not have been worried. When they saw four dead men and a little girl waving a knife they knew it could only be one thing, witchcraft. They departed never to return.

That night Shanya told her story at the fire pit as the evening meal cooked. She showed the boys the knife. It made her even more desirable than the scarf.

Many years have passed and the tribe has long since disappeared into the mists of time. The descendants of Shanya and her family and friends still gather in new tribes. Boys Scouts, Girl Scouts and summer campers continue to light fires to ward off the darkness and to cook s’mores and banana boats. In among the songs they sing, the jokes they tell and the stories they share is a tale of bravery and cleverness known as Shanya and the White Giants.

Re: Shanya and the White Giants

Postby Shanyalovestape » Tue Jun 30, 2015 9:52 am

Haha very nice LN. You made a folkstory haha..
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: Shanya and the White Giants

Postby Mmph Squad » Wed Jul 01, 2015 4:05 am

Yes, a great legend indeed! Should we hope to see more of the same soon?
To tie or be tied? I'm not one to care as long as there are gags!

Re: Shanya and the White Giants

Postby LordNelson » Wed Jul 01, 2015 5:46 am

Burlap_Mac wrote:Yes, a great legend indeed! Should we hope to see more of the same soon?


I have written one other legendary story and will definitely do more when the inspiration strikes.

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As for Shanya stories she has been a great source of plots and we have collaborated on several with several more to come.

Re: Shanya and the White Giants

Postby Shanyalovestape » Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:13 am

I just give small ideas, it's Nelson who makes it amazing ;)
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: Shanya and the White Giants

Postby Bondage Bunch » Sat Jul 18, 2015 9:38 am

Teamwork: A great thing ;)

Re: Shanya and the White Giants

Postby freyjaceleste862 » Sun Aug 30, 2015 1:23 am

interesting
love cooking, panty/knicker gags, nappies, handicapped.

Re: Shanya and the White Giants

Postby LordNelson » Sun Aug 30, 2015 12:04 pm

Thank you for your "interesting" comment. I look forward to the day when I may get a two word review from you. All humor aside thank you for commenting, so few readers take the time. It appears that the ten seconds it takes is too much effort for most members.