Trapped

A tiny man is trapped in the house of a giantess
Update: 19/10/1997 to giantess

Troy dropped from the window ledge and made his way
across the kitchen floor. The Giantess had just left. He’d seen her
go - but there was no time to waste. He had no idea how long
before she would get back. With his time possibly so limited he
didn’t bother using the cover of furniture and the shadows along the
wall...he ran straight across the floor. It made him feel very
unnatural to be running through the Giantess’ house so exposed.
His breath was short and his heart pounded from the anxiety. The
floor expanded in front of him like an immense prairie. The sun
caught him from where it slanted down through the window and fell
on the floor. As a scout for his small group, he was responsible for
discovering new food sources. There were three scouts...he was
the newest. He’d been on several other outings before, but they
were easy training missions. This was his first one alone. The
others had gone smoothly...he hoped this one would also.

Finally...the other side of the kitchen. He looked up. Far
above him he could see the shelf where he needed to go. ‘Stop for
a moment and catch my breath,’ he thought. But his breathing only
slowed a bit...his heart was still pounding hard.
"I’m all in a panic...I’m so nervous." He fought to control
his breathing and did several minutes of breathing excersizes he
knew of. When he felt more in control, he stepped back a dozen
feet to survey the task in front of him. His forte was climbing. In
fact that’s what had finally got him this scouting position. He was a
better climber than any of the other scouts who had been trained.
He was a natural.
His eyes found a long crack that ran up the face of the
wooden cabinet. From the top of the crack he could transfer to a
kitchen towel...and from there he’d haul himself up to the top of the
cabinet. It wasn’t the only way up, but it was certainly the easiest
way. He’d figure how to get to the shelves over that, once he’d
gotten to that far. When he got to the bottom of the crack he
dropped his pack and pulled the coiled rope from it. He was going
to pull out the piece of paper he’d brought to sketch his accent -
something he had to do - so’s that the others could follow and
duplicate his feat, but he thought better of it. ‘Just get it done and
get out of here...I’ll do it later,’ he thought.
Flinging the coil over his head and shoulder, he wedged his
hands and feet into the crack and, keeping the tension, skillfully
began to climb. 30 feet up he was even with the bottom of the
kitchen towel...he tugged at it for strength then quickly transferred
himself to the towel. Now he was climbing hand-over-hand. His
body was lean and sinewy. This is what he really loved...high over
the ground...clinging to cracks and crevices. These accents were
like figuring out a jigsaw puzzle. This one had been pretty easy.
His grip was like iron. He could have hung there for an hour if he
chose. Instead he did hand-over-hand to the top of the towel, his
body swinging rhythmically back and forth. He had complete
mastery over every fine tuned muscle and worked them together
smoothy...with precision.
From the top of the towel, where it draped over the metal
bracket, he easily reached up with his hands and caught hold of the
lip of the counter top and flipped himself up. At the back of the
counter, lined up against the wall were huge jars filled with beans,
rice and flour...He crossed to the one filled with flour. It sat against
the corner. Behind it he hid the rope. It would be used by the
others. They would come with packs and bags in the middle of the
night. They would use his paper sketch and duplicate his climb.
Then they would use the stowed rope to lower packs filled with the
goods. There was enough here to feed his group for months. And
that was only on this counter top.
‘What’ was on the shelves above?’ The only way up there
was to use a grappling hook and line. He didn’t have one. That
was OK. They would only take what they could get out of there in
one night. After that the Giantess would be on to them. It would be
too dangerous to come back. And there was certainly more here
than they could possibly transport in one night. Thank God he
didn’t have to do that anymore. With his scouting position came
allot of special treatment, a lot of admiration...especially from the
women of his group. OK., the rope was stowed, he had taken
mental notes of what was here...beans, rice, flour, coffee...He knew
how he’d sketch his route up here...so time to go. He took a look
around the kitchen. From this height it looked almost normal size.
The refrigerator suddenly came to life, causing him to nearly jump
out of his skin. The time constraints jumped back into his mind.
He dropped back over the edge and made his way down to the
floor. As he reached the ground the door knob jiggled! Troy’s
heart leaped to his mouth and sweat immediately broke out on his
hands. The door opened - he had to react!! He was completely
exposed. The nearest cover was under a table which was
completely on the other side of the kitchen. He ran for it. The
Giantess stepped into the room. His head was swimming in panic.
It was that damn refrigerator...he didn’t hear her approaching
because of the noise it made. He got under the table. Somehow...
miraculously undetected. She sat a bag of groceries on the counter
he’d just been standing on. He hid the best he could, watching her
as she made herself a cup of coffee and sat down, pulling the chair
from his table. He was stuck under there until she left.
‘Oh no!’ He spotted his pack lying on the floor where he’d
left it. She was bound to see it anytime. It was a dead give away
that a little person had been there. It would negate his whole
mission. He had to get that pack. Slowly he crept to the table leg
nearest the Giant woman. She was drinking her coffee and reading
a paper...This was his best chance maybe his only chance to get
across the floor unnoticed.
The woman giant reached down and took the shoes off her feet.
Troy could feel the humid heat rising from them. they were lying
only several feet away from where he hid behind the table leg. She
stretched out her legs and wiggled her toes, sighing. Then she
crossed them and rubbed them with one hand and sipped the
coffee with the other...She seemed to be reading the paper on the
table. Troy edged closer to the big shoes on the floor in front of
him. Her head was turned down. She was reading something. He
was sure of it. This was his best chance. Slowly he edged further
and further under her chair. Those legs were huge...nylons...Her
sweaty feet filled his nostrils. He took his bearings and scampered
out from under the table...Once out in the open he couldn’t help but
stop and look. How gigantic she was! Troy reached for his pack
painting...
"Hey!" he heard her say. He turned and looked .
"Oh my God!" he said to himself. She was looking right at
him.
"A little man!" the Giantess said in a soft, mild voice. Troy
turned and ran through an immense doorway. "Come here little
guy," she said. He looked back over his shoulder, the woman was
getting to her feet. "You can’t get away from me she said. He
hurried into the other room...
‘No hiding places!’ It was empty. There was another
doorway...He ran through the room as he heard and felt her heavy
footsteps thundering on the linoleum. He reached the doorway as
she caught up with him...
"You really thought you could get away?" Her voice came
from directly over him. "You better stop." He took several more
steps until a shadow surrounded him. He turned around just in time
to see her heavy foot descending on him. Troy’s body was
pinned to the floor. Her foot was heavy. Even though she was
being careful not to hurt him, the air rushed from his lungs. She
rolled him back and forth under her nylons. "What are you doing in
my house? she asked as she rolled him back and forth. "Don’t you
have anything better to do than sneaking into people’s houses?"
The Giantess released Troy from under her foot. He got
up, dizzy at first and tried to run. He ran in-between her feet but his
balance gave out and he fell to the floor. The Giantess picked him
up and held him firmly in her grip as she spoke to him... "Tell me
what you are doing in my house?"
"Let me go," Troy yelled, "Your hurting me!"
"I can hurt you a whole lot more if you don’t answer some
questions." She squeezed him a little more.
"I’m...I’m looking for food," Troy gasped.
"Your looking for food?"
"Yes. I’m trying to get some food for my people...we are
very hungry."
"Well I certainly have food I can give you little people but I
don’t like you sneaking about in my house."
"If you could spare anything...I’d be gratified."
"I’ll get you some food little one, but I want something in
return," she said.
"What?"
"My feet. They are really killing me and I want you to rub
them." With that, Troy was placed by her feet, and spent the next
twenty minutes messaging and rubbing while she read a book. He
was tired, but she wasn’t done with him yet. "Now message me
higher...no higher...up here," she said touching her thigh. Troy
climbed the slick nylon up her leg and twice lost his grip and slid
back down to her foot. The Giantess laughed at him.
‘Some climber I am,’ he thought. On the third try, he began to slip
again when he felt her hand suddenly underneath him giving him a
boost. Once on her thigh, Troy did the best he could to message
her massive leg. She enjoyed feeling him crawling about on her
thigh.After a while she picked him up. "That’s enough". You
earned your crumbs of food," she said and carried him into the
bedroom. There she got undressed in front of him. Changing
clothes, she put on a nice dress and slipped her feet into a pair of
white heels.
"I think I’ll keep you around. I can use your services when I
get back from dancing tonight." "I need to go home," he said. "I’ve
got people waiting for me. We made a deal!" But she wasn’t
listening. Please lady, please let me go now. I rubbed your feet
and you said I could go...I don’t want any food...I’ll just go... She
was putting on her earrings, and paid no attention. Troy was geting
no where. He had to get out of there. He needed to do
something...The woman turned for a second to brush her hair. Troy
slid from the bed and ran for the kitchen...out on the open floor he
took off in the direction of the open window. He had almost made it
to the table when he heard her yell with the discovery of his
escape.
"BOOM BOOM" came her footsteps across the
floor."Where do you think your going?" she bellowed. She dropped
to her knees and reached for him. Her grip was like iron. Her
voice rolled like thunder. "Damn you!" she yelled. "You can’t break
into my house and leave like that! I’m not done with you yet!" She
twacked him with the tip of her finger and rolled him back and forth
in her hand. She was beginning to feel an omni power growing
about her. ‘What a puny little thing,’ she thought, ‘I could crush him
in a second.’
"You little thief, your going to pay me in services rendered
until I say its enough...
Troy put up his arm to defend himself with, but she easily
brushed it aside. "How dare you raise your hand at me little man",
she roared. There was an evil pleasure in what she was doing to
him, a sudden surge of anger that came from somewhere. "I could
kill you very easily," she said suddenly in a calm, passionate voice.
Troy’s entire body trembled. Her power was absolute...her voice
blasted down at him like a heat furnace. He hated feeling so
helpless and vulnerable. But this woman was gigantic...maybe 70
foot tall, and angry...what could he do?
"Just hope I get out of this alive."
She was having fun with him now. Like a cat playing with a
mouse, she pushed him into her hand and made a fist, slowly
crushing him. His cries of pain came to her muffled...she let. He
collapsed on the floor. "Now shall we get back to what I want you
to do?"
"Please let me go," was his answer.
"The insulence!" "Let me go," Troy cried out in pain.
"I’m not going to let you go," she aid angrily. "I’m going to do what
ever I please with you understand? I can make you do anything I
want. What do you think of that?"
"Let me go!"
"All right little man, we’ll see who’s boss here." She threw
him on the bed roughly and pulled off her dress. For the next
fifteen minutes Troy was used as she willed. she rubbed him over
her breasts and forced him to cling to the straps of her slip. She
delighted in abusing this little man. ‘He deserves it,’ she thought.
Then she saw the time... "I’ve gotta go!" she said and pulled her
dress back on. The anger had left her. "I’ll put food outside the
door on my porch," she said. Then she carried him to the door and
gently placed him on the front step. "Come back anytime you want
some food. I love to get my feet rubbed." Then the door closed
and Troy was left to himself.