High Heels

When we reached the front door of the cabin, Her Luminance, Heiress To The Throne, Princess Vala began to take off her exquisite high heels.

"Go ahead in," she commanded, "I have to take these off... and something else, too."

I reminded the princess that we weren't expecting to do any nude photography. She seemed almost disappointed.

"Ah... well, as far as I'm concerned, your pictures are already pretty dirty. What difference does it make?" Read more »

Vala's agility was remarkable, especially considering the spiked heels she was wearing. When we finally climbed to the Upper Cabins, Deximo went from being pale with faux shame to green with hypoxia. He really doesn't like heights and by now we were way above the jungle swamp floor and deep within the towering tree canopy.

"C'mon, Dezmo! We're almost there."

Vala's cabin was spectacular in its detail, befitting her lofty status in the Caseme Arvore feeding (and breeding) chain.

"Oh, don't worry, dumbass," Vala taunted, flaunting her firm ass as she leaned dangerously over the weak railing, "Tumblers can't make babies until they're 29. That's all I meant."

I had to laugh out loud at that point. I had known that and would have explained that to Deximo, but it was too much fun watching him panic about having taken lurid pictures of a school girl. Not that there is any law in Carnipelago against it. Read more »

"Just because I'm too young to make little princess babies doesn't mean you can't take pictures of me, silly," Vala laughed as she swung, making her pert breasts sway and bounce while Deximo watched, looking somewhat helpless.

Deximo was just about to ask something, but the Princess already sensed the question and snapped her response.

"Not tellin'. Look it up in the Who's Who, Mister Journalist."

Deximo looked like he was just about to destroy the film in his camera when I grabbed it from him and continued shooting the princess as she swung from a nearby vine, playfully taunting him with her all-but-naked young body.

"What's wrong, Dezmo?" Vala giggled wildly as she swung. "How old did you think I was? And does it even matter? Not like I'm naked or anything."

Dezmo. Poor guy. None of his models can pronounce his name. Read more »

Not old enough?

"No, not old enough. Of course, I guess, once I'm Empress I can fuck anyone I want," Vala commented, "You would assume, right?"

Deximo slowly nodded, now trying not to stare at the precious little rump and pert breasts so luridly revealed in pure Carnipelagian rubber.

Above the Middle Cabins, we reached a broad platform that branched off to an intersection of ladders and stairways.

"This is the Mezzanine," Vala explained, reaching for a vine, "The Breeding Cabins are over there."

Breeding cabins. Acrobat culture is a very secretive and communal one. Off in the distance we could see that, indeed, there really were those fabled buildings.

"Emie knows I'm not old enough to breed," Vala muttered. Read more »

"And Mom is okay with this?" quizzed Emie.

"What's it to you? It's my suit," replied the heiress to the Carnipelagian Throne.

Mom. They referred to their Empress here as "Mom."

"Well, you look perfectly fuckable," said Emie, "Hell, I'd do you."

"Shut up. Don't be gay," Vala was still trying not to laugh, obviously feigning consternation with her friend's off-color remarks.

We'd already witnessed the relationship between these two world-class tumblers and were once again amused by it. Read more »

As we climbed the stairways to what Vala referred to as the "middle cabins," we were stopped by the creak of an opening cabin door.

"What's up?" chirped the voice behind the door. It was Emie, the lead tumbler of Tramptastic.

"I was hoping not to wake you," replied Vala, "These are the Penis Island people."

Emie giggled at the slur. Then she noticed what her fellow acrobat was wearing.

"Oooh! The rubber suit," Emie seemed excited. "Oh my... I thought you were saving that for your breeding day."

"Hush, you," Vala snapped, suppressing a giggle, it seemed.

Our senior photographer stammered a bit at the comment about heights. She seemed to know that Deximo had a little problem with hypoxia.

"You're coming aren't you?" She sneered.

We followed.