At Rachel

At Rachel's Mercy

I came home late, after the experiment. I wanted to chat with a few old buddies and have a couple of drinks before the big change. You see, today I underwent a college experiment to try to shrink a human being. Only the absolute most brilliant students were allowed to attend the professor’s class. I was no where near bright enough, but the school was paying me thousands of dollars to volunteer in this. My body was bombarded by radioactive elements and I was told that the shrinking process would begin during the night. I was to rest up for a few hours, then I was to enter the doll house they lent to me and wait for the professor’s assistant to come pick me up. I would be one inch tall by morning!

I stumbled around in the darkness of my room, but finally found my bed. Already it seemed a bit larger than it was this morning. I lay down shut my eyes . . . only for a few moments then I would check my doll house to make sure everything was in working order. As I lay there, and my body began to relax, I suddenly felt something long drape across my chest. Yelping out in surprise, I leapt out of bed and turned on the lights. Laying there, was Rachel, the daughter of the man who founded the school! She was incredibly wealthy, and very beautiful, but men and women avoided her because it was rumored that she was not right in the head. This incident cleared any and all doubts from my mind! She was a very tall girl, about 6'4, with long dark brown hair. She was wearing a very revealing nightgown, and sat up in bed.

“Hi sexy! Are we feeling up to a little bit of loving?” she purred to me.

I glared at her in disgust and tried to hold back my rage “You get the hell out of here, Rachel! This is breaking and entering, if you weren’t so damn influencing, I’d have you arrested right now!”

She smiled calmly, and reached under the bed. She pulled out several videos and laid them on the bed so I could read the titles: Attack of the 50' Woman, Attack of the 60' Centerfold, The 30' Bride of Candyrock, and others all with the giantess theme. She giggled a little, as I became uneasy.

“W.. What are these all for?” I stammered

“I thought they might put you in the mood! I’ve been keeping my eyes on you. I know all about your giantess and feet fetish. That experiment you took part in could make all your fantasies come true! Please, let me take part in your fantasy! I share your dreams. It makes me so hot and horny to imagine a tiny little man in the palm of my hand! I promise . . . I’ll be gentle.” She laughed out. This time I was steaming. She stood up, as if trying to compare our sizes. I was 5'8 at the time of the experiment, and already I was down to 5'2. She towered over me, and began coming closer. I backed away and ran into the wall. She smiled down on me, and leaned over. Her lips softly kissed my cheek, and she giggled again. This time I was fuming. I walked away from her and flung open my bedroom door. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of my room. I lead her to the front door and pushed her outside, despite her protest. “Listen! We can have great fun! The college will never know what happened, and I won’t tell anyone! Please!! Richard, I’m warning you . . . I will have you in my bed sooner or later! I....” But I would hear no more. I slammed the door in her face and locked it. I went back to my room and opened up the doll house. I checked every room and made sure everything was tidy. I freshened up the bed, and prepared it for my arrival. The process didn’t take much longer and I felt relieved to have gotten rid of Rachel when I did. I climbed into the doll house bed, and fell fast asleep.

I awoke the next morning, with a very strange feeling somebody was watching me. I rubbed my eyes and called out “Professor?” a huge eye suddenly greeted me at my bedroom window. I smiled at it and got out of bed. “Good morning, Professor. I’m ready to go whenever you are!” I said cheerfully, pulling open the closet and choosing some clothes. What I heard next sent a shiver down my spine! It was a laugh...a FAMILIAR laugh! “Rachel?” I yelled out. The doll house opened, and her now enormous face greeted me.

“Hello, Richie Pooh! I’m so happy you are feeling well this morning!” she said in a mocking tone. I gritted my teeth and stared up at her.

“Rachel, damn it, where is the professor?” Rachel smiled evilly and moved aside, revealing the professor’s beaten and bloody body. Next to him, lay a metal pipe. Rachel laughed out, and reached into the doll house with her huge hand. I screamed and ran into the doll house bathroom, just as her gigantic fingers missed grabbing me. Instead the evil giantess pick up the bed I had been sleeping in, and looked it over carefully. She smiled wickedly, and crushed it in her hand, showing her superior strength to me. She then grasped the sides of the house, and began to shake it violently. I was hurled to the floor, but I managed to stay safe. I covered my head to protect against any falling objects, and crawled back to the bedroom. Rachel stopped shaking the house and reached for me again. This time I leaped back and hit her huge hand with a miniature flower vase. The vase shattered into a thousand pieces, all over the floor, but the giantess’s hand had not a scratch. She jerked a little and slapped me, sending me flying across the room and knocking me down the stairs.

She balled her hand into a fist, and smashed it through the floor. I rushed down the stairs, just as her hand ripped off the stair railing and tried to capture me once more. As I ran, she followed me, and unexpectedly stretched out a finger. Her nail caught me in the back, like a titanic sword, and I felt blood ooze from my new wound. I screeched out, but managed to stay on my feet and ran toward the kitchen. I saw her pull back and look at her finger. One could barely see the blood run down, as she was wearing red finger nail polish, but once it reached her skin, it was all too clear. She gazed down at me with an apparent sadness.

“I...I didn’t mean to do that, Richie. I wish you would quit making me punish you so! All I want is for you to surrender yourself to me, and give in to my feminine wilds! I have always loved you since I first met you! I can make you happy if you let me, give it up!” she cried out to me.

“Give up? I don’t even like you! I thought you were a nice girl and undeserving of the treatment other people gave you . . . but I can clearly see you are just as nuts as everyone thought! We could have had something, but you crossed the lines!” I yelled out. It was incredibly stupid. I was blind with anger and the pain she inflicted on me was impairing my judgement. Rachel stood up, to her awesome full 6'4 frame and glared down at me, with tears in her eyes.

“You son of a BITCH! It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I would’ve been like a giant slave to you! Anything you would’ve wanted, I’d have done! My money, power and beauty aren’t enough for you? I deserve to be loved like anyone else! Damn it, I DEMAND it!” she screamed, and reached into the house once more. Her fingers came within inches of me, then flicked me like an annoying bug! I was sent into the kitchen table, and it broke under the speed and weight of my body. The pain over whelmed me, and I blacked out. Victorious, Rachel picked up my form and looked at the wrecked doll house. She slipped off her shoe, and raised her bare foot. She slammed into the tiny house and utterly destroyed it! Glancing down at my helpless body, she dropped me into her bra and headed out the door.

When I awoke, everything was a blur. My body was wracked with pain, but I seemed to have been carefully wrapped in bandages. As my vision cleared, my fears became reality. I was laying in bed, and the gigantic Rachel lay asleep next to me. There was the tiniest hint of a smile across her lips, and her monstrous hand rested across my body like a giant bedcover. She moaned a bit and readjusted herself, spreading her fingers just a bit. I managed to squirm my way out between them, and I climbed the huge pillow to get a better look at my surroundings.

As I stared at the titanic room that seemed to span for miles, I began to have the feeling of dirtiness. I realized my crotch was swelled and red, while my bandages were soaked. I smelled like bad breath, I cried a little, as I realized that I had been the victim of a giantess blow job. It was the worst feeling I’d ever had up to that point. To know that my body had been offended and there was absolutely nothing I could do. I was thankful Rachel was asleep, for it would give me time to escape. I noticed that the bed was elegantly decorated and some parts were perfect for sliding down to the floor. I climbed off the pillow and began to sneak quietly past the slumbering goddess. I reached her hand, and was confident I would make it when the door to the bedroom opened! It was a maid, who was gathering the laundry. She looked over at us, and gasped when she saw me. She looked away sheepishly, grabbed the clothing, and quickly closed the door.

Rachel’s fingers suddenly came together upon my leg like a bear trap. Her beautiful green eyes opened and glared at me for several seconds, before her enormous hand lifted me, legs first off the bed.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” She asked me angrily.

“L....look Rachel, about what I said earlier . . . I was angry and d...didn’t mean it, honest! W...we can still be friends, and I won’t tell the police anything when they come to arrest you for murdering the professor. I promise!”

“Murdering the professor? Oh, you mean that poor man Daddy’s enforcers beat up? Don’t worry, they did their job perfectly, the police won’t link me to that crime at all...and even if they do, Daddy said he’ll make sure they can’t do anything about it. Daddy paid for the experiment after all, and the professor was planning on kidnaping you and holding you for ransom. To bad for him that Daddy found out about it, huh? Richie, I’ve been so lonely since my mom died, and Daddy said I was allowed to have you to keep me company.” she said with a sly smile.

“Let...me talk to your father....This isn’t w..what I agreed to...please Rachel! I can’t live as a tiny man.”

“Daddy isn’t here. He’s out of town, and this is my personal house anyway. You don’t have any rights except those that I give to you, but enough talk. I have a whole bunch of fun giantess games we can play! Won’t that be great??” she said, raising her booming voice in excitement. “First, let’s play ‘toe job.’ I’m going to drop you into my big ol’ stinky nylons, and play with that little prick of yours. I promise, you’ll feel completely different about this, after your massage!” she giggled. She was a fully grown woman, at least in her early 20's, but she was rambling on like a teenager or young child. She sat up in the bed, reached into her night stand, and pulled out a huge pair of nylons. As I still dangled there, she opened them up, and dropped me into them. I tumbled all the way down, to the toe section. I screamed and cried, begging her to show mercy and let me out, but Rachel would not have it. Her huge toes entered the pantyhose and started coming down towards me, very slowly like a ravenous, hungry beast. Soon they were upon me, and I banged on her big toe, but she merely flicked me around, and I was adjusted so that her giant second toe rested between my legs. I cried out, as the tip of her toe rested on my chest, where I had been hit earlier in the morning.

For a few moments, Her foot dangled over the edge of the bed, building my terror. Suddenly it crashed to the ground, and her toe pressed down hard against my body. Rachel’s wicked laugh could be heard from the outside, as she began to rock her foot back and forth, making the toe rub ruthlessly against my manhood. I froze in fear, and within seconds, I climaxed. I hoped that it would be enough, but the evil giantess continued her laugh and gleefully continued. I climaxed three more times under this toe torture. Her foot began to sweat, and the stench became unbearable. Rachel stopped for a brief moment and raised her foot to it’s full height, letting me hang by my legs, against her smelly toes. She began to swing her foot around in a circle, forcing me to cling to her toe for dear life. Finally, she smashed her foot into the floor again, and pressed against my private, forcing one final climax, then she removed her nylon and dumped me into the palm of her hand.

I lay there, frightened and exhausted as she laughed at my plight. “P...p....please Rachel! I think m...my wounds have opened up...again. I’m so tired! D....don’t hurt me anymore...I’m begging you! Please don’t hurt me!” I cried, as tears flowed down my cheeks like a waterfall.

“Now you know how I felt when you said those terrible things to me! I’ll have the maid bandage you up again, and you’ll have a day to heal. However, Richie, you hurt my feelings bad, and I’m going to make sure you pay for it!! Maybe you’ll treat me with the respect I deserve, instead of like some crazy psycho. I admit I am mad...madly in LOVE with you! After I get done teaching you a lesson, you’ll learn to return my love. We’ll be able to live together happily as man and giant wife! Won’t that be wonderful? I look forward to it more, everyday! Now relax. You’re going to have a BIG day tomorrow, your torture has just begun! See you tomorrow Richie bear!” she chuckled, pressing me lovingly against her face. Her hand reached out and rung a small bell. I was given to the maid. “You know what to do. Have him ready by tomorrow.” Rachel told the maid. With that, I was carried out of the room.

I lay there, completely motionless as the maid hummed a pleasant song and carried me to a small bathroom. She unwrapped my bandages and replaced them with fresh ones. Her eyes were filled with curiosity as she stared at me. She brought me to the sink and turned on the hot water. After a few moments, it warmed up, and she began to fill the sink with a mixture of hot and cold water. As she waited she sighed heavily at me.

“I wonder where Madam Rachel gets these strange sex toys.” she said aloud in her heavy French accent. I didn’t answer...I was unsure if she was speaking to me...or if she thought as was a weird doll that her mistress kept around. Once the sink was properly filled, the maid held me under a huge soap bottle and squirted it all over me. Slowly, and gently she began to rub her giant fingers all over my body to build up lather. Great shame fell upon me, as she calmly and without any feeling of sympathy, cleaned every part of my helpless self. I became hard every time her fingers rubbed against my cock. I felt humiliated and embarrassed that my privacy was completely ignored by this mere housekeeper.

She continued in her merry way, and before long, as was completely covered in suds. She lowered me close to the sink, and dipped her other hand into the water. She raised it above me, and poured the rather comfortable liquid upon me, washing off all the soap. The maid did this several more times until I was completely clean. She then opened the drain to the sink and let the water out. She laid me on an immense towel, and began to dry my body off, much rougher than how she treated me when I was washed. I took the torture for a few minutes, but the towel was beginning to irritate my skin. Maybe I couldn’t say anything to the horrible Rachel, but I wasn’t about to let this maid treat me like garbage. I began to fight her huge hands off, and I stood to my feet.

“Stop that! You are hurting me. Please, haven’t you embarrassed me enough? I can dry myself, thank you very much!” I said sternly. The maid immediately let go and covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

“Sacre’ mere’! C’est Impossible! C’est sorcellerie!” She squeaked, and ran out the door. I sighed with relief, if she had acted violent instead of scared, I would probably have died right then and there. I ran to the end of the sink, and looked down to see how far I’d have to climb. I might as well had been standing on a mountain. At one inch, even the small sink seemed to be miles high. I thought quickly, and grabbed the ends of the towel. I pulled with all my might and dragged it to the corner. I tried futilely to tie the towel to the corner and use it for a rope to climb down on. It was too late! I heard the frantic maid’s booming voice, and heard Rachel yelling at her. Within moments Rachel stood at the bathroom doorway, and looked at the sink, with great amusement. The frightened maid peered in from the hallway.

“Well, well, well, it seems that I have a little smart ass in my house!” She said smiling, walking closer and closer. I backed away, and desperately looked for anywhere I could run and hide. “What right do you have to yell at the help like that, Richie?” she asked, half laughing. “She’s a regular person, while you are a puny bug. Her rights are much more important than yours. You need to punished for your lack of Respect! Fantine, you may do the honors!”

The maid approached slowly approached, as Rachel coached her on. “You can do it, Fantine! Flick this little annoyance right in his manhood! Serves him right for the way he treats women!” Rachel’s giant fingers grabbed me in a full nelson like hold, as Fantine, the maid came closer. Fantine’s hand lowered towards my crotch, ready to flick me. I looked up at the giantess with fearful expectation. Her eyes met mine, and they filled with pity. The tenseness in her fingers suddenly relaxed and she pulled back.

“It is ok, madam. I was a bit rough with him, le’ petite had a right to be upset.” she smiled down on me, and rubbed my shoulder with her finger, reassuringly. Rachel’s jaw just about hit the floor.

“What are you doing??? You can’t let him talk back to you! Punish him, damn it!” she shouted.

“For what? Le’ m’sieur did me no wrong. He was merely defending his privacy. I would have done the same had the situation been reversed.”

I smiled “Thank you, Miss Fantine! I didn’t mean to be so harsh earlier...I’ve had a rough day!”

Fantine giggled and nodded in understanding, Rachel was furious!!

“If you won’t punish the little prick, I will!” She screamed, and without warning, flicked me in the penis. She let loose her hold and I fell like a bag of potatoes. Pain shot through me, and I took the fetal position, holding my aching nuts. Fantine screamed in horror and rushed over to me, comforting my body with her gentle touch. “Serves him right...if he had just done what I wanted earlier, he’d be the happiest man alive...” Rachel lectured, crossing her arms, and watching emotionlessly as I was attended.

“Prepare Richie for our next game, ‘Giantess vs the city’ tomorrow. Oh, and Fantine, once you are finished...pack your bags, your services are no longer required.” Rachel said arrogantly after several minutes. With that she left the room. Fantine scooped me up in her massive hands and carried me to her own personal bedroom.

“Do not worry, m’sieur, this next game Rachel wants to play is the most dangerous...but I will not leave you at her mercy. I promise you, Richard, Everything will change for the better tomorrow!”

I sat in my office, staring down at the control panel with no clue of what I was going to do....yes that’s correct, I was in my office. This was all a part of Rachel’s twisted giantess fantasy. Her vast wealth and resources allowed her to create a miniature scale model of New York city. I was placed in a rather large skyscraper and told I’d be playing the part of the mayor. The rules were simple: I was in control of a literal toy army of robotic tanks, airplanes, helicopters and soldiers. Giantess Rachel would emerge from a pool on the other side of the city (that was supposed to be the Atlantic ocean, I guess). If my army could capture her, I would be restored to normal size win my freedom. If Rachel annihilated the city, and captured me, I would be forever her love slave and worshiper. With no other alternative, and having no say so in the matter, I was forced to accept to the terms. Fantine, the maid, was allowed to keep her job, if she would judge the contest and declare a winner. Without any hesitation, she agreed.

I pushed several buttons on the master control switch in my office. Everything in the city seemed to obey my commands. It was fascinating how such a tiny computer could be built. There was much plotting and planning to be done, so I immediately got to work. I ordered that several ships and tanks would be stationed around the Statue of Liberty...that way, once Rachel came up for air, she would be bombarded quickly and perhaps take some of the fight out of her. Sweat began to form upon my brow as I looked out the window to the vast “ocean” and saw the depth of it rise dramatically. She was coming! Trebling, my finger rested on the fire button for the tanks and ships....any moment Rachel would arise and the battle would begin!

Her gorgeous face appeared first, next her awesome chest and stomach, and finally a bit of her thighs. She seemed even bigger than ever, and she was breathtakingly beautiful as miniature waterfalls ran down her immense body. She was dressed in a torn and tattered cave woman outfit, like the ones I’d seen on the internet by that Edison guy. She towered over the Statue of Liberty, and the tallest buildings on the island barely reached her chin. She climbed aboard the island, just as my tanks opened fire. She laughed hysterically and raised her mighty hand. Within seconds, my defenders were splattered like bugs.

It was then I realized...she had no intention of playing fair! There was no actual ammunition in any of the battle vehicles, except for pathetic blanks. Everything was made of cheap plastic and brittle substances...this was going to be a slaughter unless I thought quickly! I watched as she lifted the Statue of Liberty over her head, like it was nothing more than a small child, and cringed as she slammed it into the remaining buildings on Ellis Island. Determined, I hit another button and launched several toy aircrafts at her. They barraged her with missles...pathetic foam missles. Rachel giggled as they bounced harmlessly off her large breasts, she then swatted each of them down. She gazed out at the tiny city, smiled, and leaped back into the water, causing a massive wave to come crashing into the city. The streets were flooded with water, and several “important” parts of my army were destroyed. The goddess waded out from the water and stood on the beach. She placed her hands upon her hips and scoured the city with her eyes, until she saw the Twin Towers...where I was located! She walked towards the city, crushing several robotic civilians with her giant bare feet.

Suddenly an idea hit me! I ordered some of my remaining tanks to confront the giantess and pepper her with knockout gas. Rachel stopped, and smiled down as more tiny tanks surrounded her. She laughed out as the tanks fired mercilessly at her with the gas bombs. She merely waved her hands and blew the gas into the city. I covered my mouth as the gas entered my office...only to learn it was fake! Rachel had thought of everything, and made sure I had no way of winning!! I desperately tried to think of something else as the evil woman started her rampage on the city. Building after building fell to her awesome strength, as she smashed, crushed, and destroyed everything in site. I couldn’t think fast enough, and soon only the Twin Towers were left standing! I ducked behind my desk, and pressed the buttons for my next order.

“Ok. . . have a few more helicopters fly over here! They should be carrying chains. Have the helicopters fly around Rachel and wrap her up! That’s an order!” I barked at the computer as I typed. Rachel overheard me, and cackled with glee. She casually pushed over the other tower, climbed up a few steps on my tower and peered into my office. Before she could do anything, one final fleet of helicopters appeared overhead, carrying my requested chains. The angry giantess swung at the copters as the flew around her and the tower. Soon she was tied to the building and helpless! I stood up from behind my desk and laughed triumphantly. I approached the windows and opened them, looking the wicked goddess right in the eyes.

“Ok Rachel, funs over! I’ve won your sick little game! Now, as agreed, you’re going to give me the treatment the will restore me to my natural height!”

The giantess cussed and screamed bloody murder at me as she struggled against the chains. “I still have three minutes to escape, little man! I’ll have you, yet!” Rachel had no leverage...she wasn’t going to break those chains in three minutes, no matter how poorly crafted they were. I laughed at her futile attempts and sat back at my desk. I put my feet up and smiled as the glaring giantess struggled. Suddenly I heard someone enter the room. It was Fantine! She also seemed to be an all powerful goddess among the tiny town. I stood up from my chair as she neared the building.

“I think some congratulations are in order, Fantine! I beat Rachel!” I said to her happily. Fantine looked at me regrettably and grabbed Rachel’s chains! With one swift yank, Rachel was free in two mere minutes! I screamed in horror as Rachel’s hand smashed through the office windows and grasped my tiny body. She laughed as she slowly pulled me out, like some twisted version of King Kong. My heart raced. There were no rules stating that neither Rachel or I could not receive help...but I assumed that no one else would get involved...especially Fantine! She was supposed to be on my side!

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I looked at Fantine who turned away in shame.

“Why, Fantine? This monster fired you. Why did you betray me, I thought we were going to be friends?” I cried out to her. “What on Earth did Rachel promise you that you would stab me in the back like this?”

“Why, her old job back, with a nice fat bonus!” Rachel snickered, as she ripped off my tiny pants and licked my privates. “Now Richie, I think we had a deal! The first thing I want you to do is kiss my royal toes like a good little slave!” she continued, lowering me to her powerful feet and waiting impatiently. I looked up at Fantine one more time, and saw Rachel reach into the tower again. She smashed some windows and pulled out a white envelope, then handed it to the maid. Fantine greedily opened the envelope, and almost went white when she saw the amount of money she would be receiving for a job well done. She looked back at me, with sorrow and pity. For a moment, it seemed that perhaps she was having a change of heart and would speak up for my behave.

“I’m sorry, mon’ cherie...nothing personal, you understand?” she said softly

With that, she frowned, and exited the room. I began to whimper as I kissed Rachel’s toes. They were dirty and smelled awful. She wiggled them with pride and giggled as my loft lips tickled her.

“Yes, that’s a good little slave! Oh Richie, all our dreams have come true! I have you in my power, totally and utterly...now and forever!”

The End

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Hey all, I'm new to this board, so I thought I'd post my first story! It's not very good at all, and didn't get much response...but I'm still learning! Critism and compliments are always welcome, it can help me be a better writer

At Rachel’s Mercy