The early morning sun dripped through the broad leaves to
dapple across the trail ahead. Stones crunched beneath her running shoes as she
jogged her usual route. Her skin was golden, the soft light reflecting across
the shimmer of sweat that coated her exposed skin.
Traffic sounded low in the distance, heading towards the
highway. At this time in the morning, she would be alone in this urban oasis.
Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, music played from the pods in
her ears. Ellie enjoyed the solitude.
Her run was almost over, the final stretch ahead as she
rounded a corner and saw the message.
Two words, the letters long and straight, carved into the
dry path with a twig: THE BEST
An arrow pointed into the long grass to the left of the
trail. She stopped before it, scuffing it with the tip of her shoe. ‘The fuck?
She chuckled softly to herself, her eyes following to where the arrow pointed.
Her bemused smiled widened, her chest rising and falling as
her breathing began to relax following her workout. Far below, walking across
the path, was a shrunken human.
She was a good size, maybe three and a half or four inches
tall. She walked with purpose, not the scuttling, creeping crawl of most
Shrinkies.
Of greatest curiosity was her lack of fear. The tiny woman
looked directly up at her; her hair pulled back into a braid that fell down her
back. The Shrinky wore rudimentary clothes cunningly tailored from salvaged
materials. The fit was not too dissimilar to the two piece worn by the giant
woman who towered above her.
The temptation to move her foot, to slam it down on the
shrunken woman and end her life shivered through her. There would be something
amusing, almost poetic, about crushing this Shrinky like a bug before she even
got to enact whatever dumb plan the message had been a part of.
Ellie remembered back in college when the pandemic first
struck. Shrinkies hadn’t quite understood their place in the world at that time,
they still thought they were human.
A small group had approached her as she was heading off
campus. They must have thought, incorrectly, that she would be sympathetic to
their plight. As she recalled, their technique had not been too dissimilar to that
of the diminutive woman who stood before her. They had found some material,
part of a pizza box or something, and had scrawled in ugly letters, ‘Please
Help Us.’
A crowd of them had called up to her, waving their sign and flapping
their arms. She had stopped, adjusting her backpack and lowering her
sunglasses. One man had stepped away from the rest, walking towards her foot, a
desperate smile on his face as he waved his arms and babbled up at her. She
couldn’t remember what he had said, only the hope in his eyes and how it had
died.
In a swift movement Ellie had lifted her foot, swung it over
his head and stomped down hard onto the crowd. Fifteen or more Shrinkies had
exploded under the sole of her converse, the stupid tiny man thrown from his
feet and sprayed with the gore of his family and friends.
He had screamed, sobbed and wept as her dripping shoe moved
near him. As further punishment for daring to talk to her, she had commanded
him to his knees, to lick the wet remains of his loved ones from her shoe or
face a truly agonising demise. Broken and maddened by grief, he obeyed. Whips
of fear for his own life drove him to crawl to her foot with his tongue already
hanging out.
That was enough for her. With barely an effort she pivoted
and crushed him beneath the ball of her foot, ending his life like snuffing out
a cigarette. She had wiped her shoe on the grass, the scene of horror already
barely noticeable in the dirt and had carried on with her day.
In the years that had passed, she hadn’t thought of that
group until today; until a similar sign but a very different Shrinky.
Ellie flexed her toes, her foot twitching as her muscles anticipated
the movement. Her ear pods dropped into her hand; the music paused so as to be
able to hear the doomed creature’s final scream.
Far below, amongst the dust, the tiny woman spoke.
‘Thanks for stopping. Can you hear me ok? Do you need me to
speak up?’
The tone was surprising, the oration clear. The lack of fear
was startling.
Ellie took an extra step forward, her foot impacting mere
inches from where the woman stood. Despite the tremor of her footfall, the way
it shook her bones, the woman didn’t flinch. She just looked upwards with those
piercing blue eyes.
‘Hello. Can you hear me ok?’
Ellie chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. ‘Uh, yeah,
I can hear you. What do you want?’
The Shrinky looked straight up at her, ‘I wanted to talk
with you. Would that be ok?’
This was unbelievable. How was this thing still alive? Ellie
bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, her toned leg fizzing with the need to end
this stupid creature’s life. Still, she couldn’t deny that this was just the
weirdest experience she had had in a while.
Without warning, she dropped to a crouch, filling the sky
above the tiny woman. Her golden thighs were like clouds, her heels lifted off
the ground as she rested on the balls of her feet. Her dusty pink running shoes
gave way to a strip of brilliant white, the band of her ankle sock. Her shadow
swallowed the land, casting the Shrinky into gloom.
Ellie kept her expression cold, hiding a smirk of
vindication as she noticed how the woman controlled her breathing and tried to
suppress the terror that welled up inside of her.
Lazily she extended a hand and, with barely an effort,
struck the woman with her finger, knocking her into the dirt. ‘Why would I want
to speak to a bug like you?’ she drawled.
The Shrinky recovered instantly, ignoring the pain to spring
back to her feet, dust herself off then drop to one knee. ‘Thank you,’ she
panted, gritting her teeth at the fire in her chest and ensuring her voice
remained clear and confident, ‘that is a great question. I think you would want
to talk to me because I can be useful to you. I can do anything you want me to
do. I’m The Best.’
Ellie laughed, failing to stifle her amusement at the
absurdity of the statement. She began to rise as she spoke, having no intention
of wasting any more time on this stupid creature.
‘You’re the best? The best at what? At being a bug? At
living off of dirt? Of begging for help? You’re nothing, another pathetic
Shrinky that should have been stomped on long ago. Luckily for you, I’m here
now.’
Her foot lifted an inch above the ground, swinging towards
the tiny woman with a slow finality. She would run but there was no escape. The
woman had gambled and lost.
Far below, the woman didn’t blink. Her fists became balls,
her stance strong. Her athletic body was easily capable of trying to escape,
however pointless, though no such attempt was made. She stood in silence, not
even trying to plead or beg for her life.
It was all too much for Ellie. Standing on one leg, her foot
hovered above the woman, semi obscuring her from view.
‘You’re the best huh?’ Ellie questioned again, bemusement
staying her executioner’s step, ‘the best at what?’
Maddeningly, the woman didn’t even try to move from beneath
Ellie’s looming foot. Instead, her voice rose high and confident, ‘I am The
Best at whatever you want me to be.’
Ellie had had enough. Her foot lowered, slow and steady.
Beneath the treads of her running shoe ‘The Best’ was knocked to the ground. In
under a second, she had pinned the woman between the rubber of her shoe and the
dry, hard packed earth.
‘Is that right?’ Ellie sneered, finding herself unnerved by
the creature who’s life she held beneath the ball of her foot. ‘Well what if I
said to you that what I wanted was for you to die? What if all I wanted was to
step on you and crush you like the worthless bug you are? What would you say to
that? Would you be the best at popping like a grape? At being stepped on and
forgotten, nothing more than a minute delay on my morning run? What would you
say?’
‘I’d say,’ the woman choked, still holding on to her decorum
as best she could considering the position she found herself beneath her
captor’s foot, ‘I’d say that you would be wasting an opportunity to work with
The Best. You’d be denying yourself the chance to at least find out what I can
do for you. I’d be dead, it’s your choice if I live or die, but you would never
know if I am telling the truth or not.’
She took a gasp of air, fighting to hide the pain of
compression. Ellie wanted to reply but found herself lacking the words.
The shrunken woman, still fixed beneath Ellie’s foot,
continued, ‘I’d say it costs you nothing to at least see if I’m legit. All you
have to do is move your foot away.’
Ellie stepped backwards, releasing the Shrinky as though
under a spell.
The Best didn’t wallow, didn’t try to catch her breath like
so many other Shrinkys after being tormented. She stood again, brushed the dirt
from her body and wiped the blood from her mouth. Her eyes snapped upwards
again, two sapphires shining from the dust. She dropped again to one knee.
‘Thank you. Now, can we talk?’
Ellie ran her fingers through her hair, take a few steps
backwards before returning to where the Shrinky knelt. This isn’t how its
supposed to go. Why didn’t she just stomp the woman out and carry on with her
run? Why was she being so compelled to talk to something so stupid and
worthless?
Instead she stood above the kneeling woman, refusing to
lower herself again to her level and let her speak.
‘Can I ask,’ The Best began, ‘Do you currently own any
Shrunken humans?’
Ellie thought of her slaves in her apartment, a few she had
kept to amuse herself with. Most she didn’t know; some she had known before
they shrunk. She had around ten, it was not something she really bothered to
keep track of.
‘Everyone has Shrinkies, yeah.’ She replied, trying to keep
the upper hand, ‘they are sort of fun, I guess. Some people have them as pets
or just to fuck with or whatever. That’s all things like you are good for.’
‘Those people you own are nothing like me.’ The Best said flatly
no emotion in her voice, merely stating a fact, ‘Can I ask, what do they call
you?’
Ellie blushed, becoming increasingly frustrated with herself
for doing so. Against her better judgement, she answered truthfully.
‘G-Goddess,’ she stammered before steadying herself, ‘I’m
their God, they call me Goddess. Obviously.’
The Best smiled as though honey dripped from her lips, ‘I
can see why. Do you like it when they call you Goddess? Would you like me to
call you Goddess?’
Sweat prickled on the back of Ellie’s neck, a shiver running
across her arms. There was something about the way the woman spoke, it was
nothing like anything she had ever experienced before, either from a Shrinky or
from someone still normal. In her sports bra, Ellie’s nipples hardened. Below, a
warmth blossomed between her legs.
‘Yes,’ she breathed, unable to hide her waking arousal.
‘Thank you, Goddess,’ The Best bowed her head momentarily,
acknowledging Ellie’s superiority.
‘Those people you own are nothing like me,’ The Best
repeated, ‘whatever they do for you, I can do it better. Whatever you want to
achieve in your life, I can help you get there. All I ask is that you give me a
chance to show you. Take me with you, let me be The Best for you.’
‘Why me?’ Ellie asked, any hint of dominance evaporating
from her voice.
‘Because I have been watching you.’ The Best stated, ‘I have
been watching you these last couple of weeks. You are out here every day,
earlier than everyone else. You come here alone, no matter the weather. I wanted
to speak to you because you push harder than anyone else I have seen here. You
deserve to get ahead, to win. You work hard and you deserve The Best.’
Ellie took another step back, fighting her unease at the
situation. Her brows knitted into a scowl, her fists clenching then
unclenching. She wanted to remove this stupid creature, to smear her into the
dirt. How dare she even think of speaking to her? She was a Shrinky, a nothing,
a bug.
Despite herself, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She
thought of her toys at home, how they bowed to her and worshipped her. How they
scuttled about like insects at her feet. She thought of the last one she had
dropped into the toilet, flushing away a corpse broken and bloodied, his lungs
filled with Ellie’s vaginal juices that still drooled from his shattered jaw.
He hadn’t been good enough; she did deserve better. She did
deserve The Best.
‘How do I know you’re for real? Ellie pouted, her eyes
narrowing. She shifted her weight to one hip, her arms crossing in defiance to
the effect The Best was having on her.
‘Command me, Goddess.’ The Best dipped her head again, only
as a formality, ‘Allow me to prove myself worthy of being owned by you.’
Ellie pondered for a moment, possibilities flashing through
her mind. Part of her still wanted to crush the woman though she begrudgingly
accepted this was driven by her own embarrassment at the situation. She needed
something special, something unique. She needed something quickly lest the
woman at her feet doubt her intelligence and tip the power balance between them
even further than she already had.
From nowhere, an idea blossomed. Ellie took a deep breath,
controlling herself and correcting her posture. She was in control here, she
held the power. To this Shrinky, she was a God. It was about time she acted
like one.
Ellie stepped forwards, her foot booming into the ground beside
where the woman waited on one knee.
‘Bow down you fucking bug,’ she spat, ‘get on your hands and
knees and bow before your Goddess.’
‘Yes Goddess,’ The Best obeyed without a hint of fear in her
voice.
‘If you really are the best, you’re gonna have to prove it.
You’re gonna have to prove you’re worthy of being owned by me. You’re gonna
have to show me you’re better than every other Shrinky.
‘Yes Goddess, I am yours to command.’
‘Okay,’ Ellie took a deep breath, rolling the plan through
her mind before it danced from her lips,’ okay, I am going to let you go back
to wherever you live and the next time I see you, I want you to bring something
to me that proves that you’re better than the other Shrinkys.’
‘Whatever you wish, Goddess. Name it and I will do it.’
‘Bring me,’ Ellie’s mind raced, ‘bring me the head of the
biggest Shrinky you can find. Yeah, that’s it. Meet me here and show me a
Shrinky head, a fresh one too, not one that you’ve found. Show me a Shrinky
head from a Shrinky bigger than you and I’ll think about taking you with me.
You got it?’
‘Yes Goddess, it will be done.’
‘Okay. Okay then.’ She made to leave, wanting to be away
before she lost momentum. An extra condition jumped into her mind, ‘And if I
see you again without the head, I’m gonna kill you. Do you get that? I’m going
to catch you and kill you. I’m going to crush you slowly, bit by bit, limb by
limb until you wish you had never dared to speak to me. Ok?’
‘Yes Goddess. Thank you Goddess. It will be done. May I
stand?’
The warmth between her legs bloomed, her heart quickening.
‘No!’ Ellie blurted, stepping over the tiny woman and continuing her run at a
quickened pace.
The Best continued kneeling until the footfalls of the giant
woman faded into the distance. She stood, stretching as her body ached from
Ellie’s treatment.
She had seen the affect her words had had on the giantess,
this Goddess would be her ticket out of here.
---
Ellie ran home in record time, thoughts on her encounter
latched to her mind. She moved as though possessed, free from any consideration
or restraint. Her toys were waiting for her, as always; kneeling as she entered
her apartment.
Her foot found the first one, slamming down, delivering the
punishment The Best had deserved. The small human was liquified instantly,
barely able to release a scream before being crushed into the linoleum.
Terror filled her other captives as their fallen comrade’s
body crunched beneath Ellie’s running shoe.
She didn’t pause, slamming her other foot down to block
their escape. Her hand descended from above, ensnaring two tiny humans and
ripping them into the sky. Her lips parted, her wet, pink tongue waiting as
they dropped into her mouth.
She ended their lives, swallowing both as she peeled off her
running shoes. Her slaves were in panic now, some running, others stunned at
the rapid display of barbarity. They had forgotten just how disposable they
were.
Ellie smirked, flicking her discarded shoe with the tip of
her toe and sending it barrelling into a fleeing slave. The shoe caught him
hard, slamming him to the floor as it ploughed into him.
Before her, soaked with terror sweat, a slave of many years
stood paralysed. It could only watch as the Goddess reached down and plucked it
from the floor.
Ellie closed her fist around her toy, heading for the
bedroom. She needed to get this out of her system.
---
The following morning she ran with purpose, following the
same trail as always. Her eyes scanned the underbrush, searching for any sign
of The Best.
She had slept well, her carnal urges satisfied by the slave
that had been obliterated by her orgasm, her mind dancing with plans and
possibilities.
The Best is going to die today, the thought span through her
mind.
Ellie would find her, stand over her, and stomp her into the
ground. If possible, she would make it slow, breaking her legs, making her
scream. The Best would die knowing she was an insect and Ellie a God.
She slowed as she neared the site of their last encounter.
The path was empty. No sign, no marker, no shrunken woman
with sapphire eyes. A look of irritation flashed across Ellie’s face. She shut
off her music, slipping out her ear pods.
‘Hey,’ she said aloud, her voice unsure, ‘Hey, you? Where
are you? The Best?’
Ellie scuffed the dirt with her foot, her fingertips
impatiently drumming her thigh.
She scowled, imagining that the tiny woman was watching her
somewhere, laughing at her expense. Ellie would make her suffer when she found
her.
For a moment she considered walking into the brush, seeking
out the Shrinky’s hiding place. She decided against it, not wanting the
potential embarrassment of being caught scrabbling about like a weirdo.
Ellie took a sip from her water bottle and checked the
records on her Fitbit. She had meant to stop here; she barely even remembered
the stupid little Shrinky from yesterday.
Correcting a strand of hair that had fallen across her sweat
speckled brow, Ellie continued her run and banished all thoughts of the worthless
creature.
It wasn’t until the fourth day that a sign appeared on the
path. The long, angular letters scratched in the dirt spelled a single word:
‘Goddess’.
Ellie’s heart quickened with excitement as The Best stepped
onto the path.
The plans Ellie had dreamed up evaporated as the tiny woman
looked up at her.
Those sapphire eyes looked out from a mask of red gore. It
was clear the Shrinky had tried to clean herself though the quantity of blood
still left her stained red. Her clothes were torn, her hair slick.
In her arms she cradled a head almost as large as her torso.
Blood wept from a jagged saw line across the throat as she staggered forwards,
bowing beneath the weight.
Ellie could only watch as she struggled towards her foot,
placing the head reverently before her and dropped to one knee.
‘My apologies for keep you waiting, Goddess.’
‘Holy fuck,’ Ellie breathed, crouching to get a better view,
‘this is insane!’
The Best remained silent as Ellie plucked the dripping head
from the dust with her thumb and forefinger. She held it with a mix of disgust
and fascination, her nose wrinkling.
‘It’s still warm!’ she exclaimed, almost collapsing the
skull with the pressure of her grip, ‘How did you manage this? This guy was
huge compared to you!’
‘I did as you commanded, Goddess.’ The Best replied, a
simple statement of fact. ‘He had lived in these woods for some time,
terrorising the other Afflicted that hide here. He was the biggest but I am The
Best.’
Ellie laughed, discarding the head to land wetly in the
dust. ‘You’re fucking nuts! Look at you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone
covered in so much blood! Is that all his? Did he hurt you?’
‘He didn’t get chance’, The Best grinned up at her, her
smile as bright as her eyes against the viscera that covered her face.
‘Okay, you know what? Fuck it,’ Ellie laughed again,
clapping her hands together, ‘I was going to kill you, you know? I was going to
just come back here and stomp you like a bug but I’ve got to admit, this is
really good.’
‘Thank you, Goddess.’ The Best bowed her head.
‘You’re welcome,’ Ellie beamed, her animosity towards the
shrunken woman lifting, ‘Here, lets get you cleaned up.’
Ellie moved quickly, unscrewing the cap of her water bottle
and dumping the contents over the Shrinky’s head. Despite herself The Best
gasped with shock, raising a chuckle from the woman who loomed over her.
The dirt at their feet became a pool of blood tainted mud as
the gore slipped from her skin. The Best wiped the blood and water from her
face, trying to ignore the icy chill that gripped her.
‘Th-thank you Goddess.’ She repeated, rising to her feet.
‘No problem,’ Ellie smiled down at her, ‘I can’t have my new
little pet all dirty now, can I?’
She lowered her hand to the floor, palm upwards. ‘If you
really want to come with me, now’s your chance. Climb on.’
The Best didn’t hesitate, stepping forwards with a grace that
should have been impossible for someone who had just received an unexpected ice
bath. She clung to Ellie’s thumb, ‘Thank you Goddess.’
Ellie stood, the woman in her hand barely weighing anything
at all.
Her eyes roved over her tiny frame, observing her in detail
for the first time.
The Best was athletic and well built, lacking the usual
emaciated and animalistic look most wild Shrinkys eventually developed. Scars
from a life in the woods patterned her sun bronzed skin, only adding to her
unique beauty. Her hair, now free of both her victim’s blood and the usual
braid, fell about her head framing those brilliant blue eyes that looked up at
her new Goddess with a mix of hunger and awe.
Something stirred within Ellie. She had owned Shrinky’s
since before college, the power she had over them was nothing new to her.
Still, looking down on the woman she only knew as The Best, this was a feeling
she had never experienced before.
‘Is everything to your liking, Goddess?’ The Best asked
coyly, brushing a strand of hair from her face with the back of her hand.
Ellie’s words betrayed her, tumbling from her lips before
she had time to stop herself, ‘Take off your clothes.’
The Best smiled, steadying herself on Ellie’s palm as the
words washed over her. ‘Yes Goddess, as you wish.’
She undressed slowly, her eyes never leaving Ellie’s own as
she untied the straps of her threadbare clothing and let them flutter to the
ground.
Naked in the morning sunlight, The Best stood without any
insecurity. It was almost as though she enjoyed the way Ellie’s eyes drunk in
her beauty.
Ellie’s thumb moved, caressing the body of her new
possession. The Best gasped with pleasure as Ellie moved briefly between her
legs before tracking across her flat stomach and pert breasts. The Best leaned
into the touch, her lips finding Ellie’s skin and embracing it in a passionate
kiss.
‘You are amazing,’ once again words that should have stayed
thoughts dripped from Ellie’s lips.
‘Thank you, Goddess,’ The Best replied, ‘Though I am nothing
compared to you. I am lucky to be granted the attention of someone of such radiance.’
Ellie felt her cheeks warm, mirroring the warmth that once
again blossomed between her legs.
She steadied herself, irritated that such blatant flattery
had impacted her so. Ellie needed to remind herself who was in charge here, who
owned who. Any other Shrinky would have been beaten for being so openly
manipulative, smashed into submission until they felt only terror at her gaze.
The Best though, how could she harm something so perfect?
She was like a sculpture, a vision from a painting that belonged in a gallery.
Her pet looked up at her, both women had been silent for too
long.
The Best broke the tension, beating Ellie to the punch.
‘Are you ready to take me to your home, Goddess?’
Ellie cursed herself for losing the upper hand, her mind
racing to provide an answer that would regain her dominance. She was about to speak
when a bolt of lightning struck her mind. She knew exactly what to do.
‘Yeah, the only thing is,’ she smiled, gesturing to her
tight workout clothes with her free hand, ‘I don’t have a bag or a pocket to
put you in while I head home so…’
Her smile coiled into a smirk as she slipped her thumb
between her toned stomach and the waistband of her shorts.
To Ellie’s surprise, The Best mirrored her smirk. The
gut-wrenching fear other Shrinkys displayed when faced with such a proposition
was missing. In its place was a look of determination, almost of desire.
The Best finished Ellie’s sentence, ‘It would be an honour
to experience you, Goddess.’
Already she was moving, walking along the incline of Ellie’s
arm as though prepared to risk the dive into the widening gap between flesh and
fabric. She tied her hair back into a tight bun as she walked, moving with a
refined purpose. ‘Would you like me to make the trip home enjoyable for you,
Goddess?’
Ellie hadn’t planned for this. Her intention was to
humiliate her new possession, to let her spend the rest of the run home pushed
against the hungry womanhood of her new Goddess. Ellie wanted to show The Best
how much control she had over her, how she was nothing but an item, a toy existing
only for her pleasure.
The Best had thwarted her leaving her only able to feign
indifference, ‘Yeah, sure.’
Her fingers coiled around The Best, lifting her from her arm
and positioning her ready to fall into her shorts; another reminder of who was
in charge.
With the waistband at full extension, Ellie let her new toy
slide down her fingers and fall into the gloom below. The Best made no noise, pivoting
in mid-air to land feet first, her arms extending to steady herself against
Ellie’s sensitive flesh.
She was already moist, heat radiating from her. Ellie
adopted a stern tone, compensating for the arousal her slave had already stoked
within her, ‘And you’d better do a good job, or I will squish you.’
The waistband snapped against her skin, sealing the Best against
her. Elie’s hand moved, pushing the small lump in her shorts towards her
waiting lips and releasing a fizz of stimulation.
‘Enjoy, bitch,’ she smirked to herself, imagining what the
tiny woman would be experiencing.
She thought back to a summer job she had held many years
ago, waiting tables by the beach. A colleague, another waitress, had shrunk on
break and found herself in the same position The Best now occupied. Her fate
had not been to live, Ellie barely able to keep it together for the rest of the
shift as the tiny morsel kicked against her and screamed for her life. In the
end she had pulled her drowned body from between her lips and dropped it into
the trash.
Ellie smiled at the idea of The Best being consumed by her.
She would love to see that confidence evaporate as the temperature began to
rise, the first attempt to breathe resulting only in a mouthful of her juices,
the sounds of Ellie’s moans of pleasure shaking her bones like thunder.
The mental image only increased her excitement as she felt
The Best flutter against her. Was she starting to panic? Good.
Ellie made it six steps before the air shot from her lungs.
A wave of pleasure crashed into her, exploding upwards as
The Best went to work. The sensation was incredible, rapid but controlled, ripples
of arousal and erotic joy rising into tidal waves.
‘Oh fuck,’ she breathed, staggering forwards, her palm
slamming against a tree trunk to prevent herself from falling ‘Fuck, oh fuck.’
Ellie’s knees buckled as The Best changed position, moving
between her lips like a water dancer.
Another movement, another technique sent Ellie stumbling
backwards, her ass dropping onto a grassy incline. The Best had already moved,
avoiding being liquified between her Goddess’ thighs.
Ellie’s mind flashed white, unable to process the euphoria
that held her. She screamed as The Best gripped onto her clitoris, massaging it
with her tiny fingers as her legs coiled together and plunged deep inside her
womanhood.
Her face was pink, sweat soaking her hair as she ripped up
clumps of grass with her scrabbling fingers. Her back arched as she cried aloud,
writhing in the dirt, unable to contain herself.
‘Oh fuck, oh god, fuck, oh fuck!’ Her voice called louder
and louder as The Best manipulated her, punching fists of pleasure through her
shuddering body. Harder, louder, faster, over and over until the climax hit
like an atom bomb.
Ellie lay for an eternity, her mind swimming in post
orgasmic bliss. She had never had an orgasm like that, nothing even close. Her
chest rose and fell with panting breaths, her hair a mess of twigs and leaves.
Her trembling fingers reached for the waistband of her
shorts, needing to see The Best, needing to know what just happened to her.
Electric fire gripped her as The Best went to work again.
Ellie was lost, powerless, a doll that screamed and cried
and squealed with delight as the tiny magician worked her spells upon her. She
came a second time, and then a third. Her running shoes dug furrows in the path,
her exposed arms covered in tiny scratches, her skin soaked with sweat.
‘No more,’ she burbled, trying to catch her breath as her
womanhood sang, ‘Please, no more.’
The waves of pleasure subsided, gradually rather than
abruptly. Ellie lay for a moment, the world spinning, reality bubbling away
from her.
She felt movement against her, though movement of traversal
rather than arousal. With great effort, The Best slipped out from her waistband
and crawled onto her Goddess’ stomach.
Ellie could only look down at her, her words evaporating.
Her face was red and sweat, her hair a complete mess, her clothes and skin
caked in sweat and dust and dirt.
The Best stood immaculate, Ellie’s juices causing her lithe
body to shimmer. She corrected her braided bun, still in place despite the geological
movements her body had caused. Those sapphire eyes flashed upwards to the lost
giantess that looked down upon her.
‘Was everything to your liking Goddess?’
Ellie bit her lip and nodded, unable to articulate anything
other than a soft grunt of affirmation.
Eventually she was able to catch her breath, to form a
stammered sentence, ‘That was, that was…’
‘The Best?’ the tiny woman smirked.
‘Uh huh,’ Ellie managed, collapsing with blissful exhaustion
backwards onto the incline.
The Best sat cross legged, enjoying the rise and fall of the
titanic body beneath her. A satisfied smirk spread across her face. Ellie was
no match for her.
Large or small, she was still The Best.