Summary: Legend of Medusa with a giantess/ shrinking theme twist, a Tales of Myth and Legend story. There are two women with the power to shrink and grow people and creatures. They are on an isolated island guarded by their giant creature defenders, a troop of soldiers 100 men strong accompanies Perseus on his mythical quest....
Categories: Giantess,
Animal,
Adventure,
Breasts,
Body Exploration,
Entrapment,
Fantasy,
Feet,
Footwear,
Growing/Shrinking Out of Clothes,
Mouth Play,
Odor,
Slow Size Change,
Violent,
Vore Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.), Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.)
Size Roles: FF/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 17
Completed: Yes
Word count: 15416
Read: 40599
Published: September 30 2023
Updated: April 27 2025
1. Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
2. Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
3. Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
4. Chapter 4 by Richard C H Davies
5. Chapter 5 by Richard C H Davies
6. Chapter 6 by Richard C H Davies
7. Chapter 7 - Medusa's Cave by Richard C H Davies
8. Chapter 8 by Richard C H Davies
9. Chapter 9 by Richard C H Davies
10. Chapter 10 - Capturing the tiny troops by Richard C H Davies
11. Chapter 11 - Perseus on Andromeda by Richard C H Davies
12. Chapter 12 - Trying another approach to the island by Richard C H Davies
13. Chapter 13 - Finding the temple by Richard C H Davies
14. Chapter 14 - Giant Scorpions attack! by Richard C H Davies
15. Chapter 15 - Giant Scorpion skirmish by Richard C H Davies
16. Chapter 16 - Sexy game of shrunken man chess by Richard C H Davies
17. Chapter 17 - Trapped by the mammoth Woman cave! by Richard C H Davies
Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
Perseus – In the time of Ancient Greek Myth and Legend
Perseus stood bravely in between his warriors, nearly one hundred
strong, all men said to possess the strength of Oxen and the hunting ability of
a Mountain Lion. They were armed to the teeth with swords, shields, dirks,
spears and arrows and they were adorned with leather and metal clad armour; and
leather sandals.
They were not exactly ‘his’ warriors. He had hired them with his
own coin… all of the rest of his own coin, for this very expedition.
They had arrived on landing boats from the Galley ships which were
anchored a few hundred marks out, due to the rocky coastline.
The warriors had dragged the boats ashore and stowed them, gathered
their gear and prepared for the expedition to continue.
“There, the rocky cliffs, up there is where the wicked Medusa
dwells, so said the Graeae,” Perseus stated, pointing with his gauntlet covered
arm, and his long finger outstretched.
They all looked across the landscape, a mixture of craggy rocks,
scrubland and wilderness and a dense and dark woodland.
The warriors started trudging forwards, their sandals crunched through
the sand until they reached the outcropping of undergrowth.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the skies were painted with
hues of orange and crimson. The warriors ventured into the wilderness; they lit
torches which cast long shadows on the uneven ground.
They picked and hacked their way through the undergrowth until they
passed into the dense woodland. The thick bark of the trees creaked in the
wind.
As the warriors ventured into the dense, dark woods, their
torchlight cast eerie shadows that danced among the ancient trees. The air was
thick with tension, the crackling of leaves beneath their feet muffled by the
weight of uncertainty. Their hearts thudded with a mixture of apprehension and
determination as they zig-zagged their path through.
There was a shrill cry in the night air, it cracked through the
air, it was a high- pitched cry that struck fear in the hearts of the men and
it definitely caused them to pause, wide eyed and look about them anxiously.
“What was that?” hushed whispers arose amongst them.
“That be a banshee,” one said.
“It’s a ghost,” another said.
“It’s a mountain goat, that’s all,” the Sergeant of Arms barked,
whacking two of the soldiers across the shoulders with a truncheon. “Now move
it along, we need to make progress to make camp,”
The warriors trudged on through the woodland, slightly more
uneasily than before.
“It’s a bad omen, is what it is,” a bag carrying sherpa glumly
reported near the rear of the baggage train.
“Azrael and Lander,” the Sergeant growled at two of his fastest
runners and sharpest scouts. They were light of foot and sharp of eye. “Go out
forwards, give us a range of a few hundred marks, be quick about it but quiet
as you like, and Azrael, if you can find a nifty way to them caves up there; go
do it son and be quick about it; I’d be quite happy to break my fast up there,”
“Aye,” they nodded in salute and they were off, barely audible
under foot.
By now the troop had returned into a monotonous march, crunching
through undergrowth, the size of their troop meant that they made the sound of
elephants when they were marching; it was unavoidable for these particular battle
ready Warriors, weighed down with armour, weapons, gear and shields; apart from
the light-footed scouts who were lightly dressed and armed.
“Mountain goat?” Perseus whispered into the Sergeant’s ear at his
side. The bearded Sergeant glanced grouchily at him.
“That sound weren’t no mountain goat, Master Perseus,” the Sergeant
of Arms said in the most hushed of tone. “But we don’t be wanting nobody saying
otherwise,”
“What do you think it was?” Perseus asked him.
“It weren’t no goat, it weren’t no Mountain Lion, no wild horse,
nor Boar, nor deer, nor anything of that sort. It weren’t human neither, that’s
for sure.”
“What could it have been then?” Perseus asked impatiently, and
anxiously.
“Fuck knows Master, excuse me language, I ain’t in the guessing
game, I’m a soldier that be true, it sounded like that noise came from over
yonder,” the Sergeant marked with his hand. “Don’t ye worry Master, we ain’t
heading that way anyway, our troop be heading several marks across from there,
our scouts’ll shift anything they see; don’t ye worry. That Azreal he’s got a
mean bow and arrow and he’ll have an arrow shaft through the dick of whatever
that thing was in no time; you’ll see.”
Perseus left it at that, slightly unsatisfied.
The trudging of the troop continued, the leather flaps of trim
around their thighs clattered as they marched, the metal of their armour
clinked, the swords, shields and weaponry all chinked as they trudged upwards
along the hill through the woodland.
A sharp human cry cut through the night air this time; it caused
the troop to stop dead once again. Those who hadn’t been concentrating, and had
fallen into a marching trance of a sort, bumped into their fellows in front and
stumbled to a stop.
The cry was cut short before the sound of the trudging troop
ceased. It sounded male and it sounded painful and terrified.
Nobody spoke, they were well trained, they listened, their ears
pricked up.
The Sergeant opened his mouth slightly, to hear better, his leather
helm strap stretched slightly. Perseus watched him listening, waiting for his
guidance and direction.
There was just silence, apart from the rustling of the leaves in
the trees, the creaking branches and the lapping of the waves on the coast
behind them.
“Should we double back and make camp on the coast?” Perseus asked.
“What and risk getting pushed into the ocean by whatever might be
here?” The Sergeant responded. He shook his head. “No, we need to head for the
top of the hill and make camp and a defensible position there for the night,”
he whispered.
“Right, I’m going to the front, Master Perseus, will you join me?” The
Sergeant suggested. Perseus looked about nervously, realising that the Sergeant
had strategically said that loud enough for the surrounding warriors to hear;
thereby giving Perseus little choice other than to appear craven.
“I’m with you,” Perseus responded.
They crunched and pushed through the warriors as they made their
way to the front, it took a goodly few minutes to reach the front of the troop.
“What see or hear you?” The Sergeant asked the rangers at the
front.
“We heard the cry Serg, that definitely be the voice of Lander,”
one of the rangers’ responded, his eyes looked slightly unnerved. Lander was a
good brave soldier and a cracking scout.
“Anything else?” Sergeant asked.
“Not a peep Serg,” the ranger responded. The Sergeant paused and
listened for a few moments.
“Alright, on ahead, six of you, with me, and Master Perseus; rest
of you, all around defence; spears out all prickly like, shields up; mind your
fellows and maintain your shield locks; I don’t want nothing getting through.
If so much as a rat farts through ye shield wall I’ll get your bollocks in me
hand and rip ‘em off,” the Sergeant growled back to his troop. “Corporal,
you’ve got the troop,” he said to one of his next in line of command.
The warrior troop squatted and as quietly as possible prepared their
defensive position, they fanned out and circled into a defensive position; the
sherpas, kit, and bowmen all positioned in the centre of the circle; with the
Corporal ready to issue orders. A brazier was set up and prepared to be lit.
“Torches out,” the Sergeant stated. All torches were extinguished
and they squatted for a goodly time to allow their eyes to adjust to the night.
“Onwards,” the Sergeant whispered to their squad of men and they
very quietly proceeded away from the main troop.
Soon they were alone, just eight of them, quietly and carefully
tiptoeing their way through the dense undergrowth. No man had cut a path
through this woodland, it had seemed, it was wild and unsullied. They proceeded
for some time, until they caught an awful stench. A terrible stench, it caught
badly in the throat.
The Sergeant’s guts tightened. He knew that smell. He hated that
smell, but he knew it too well.
“Hold, defences,” he ordered, they all silently squatted and
brandished their shields and spears.
Their eyes scanned, the experienced soldiers knew the smell too.
“What’s that smell?” Perseus crinkled up his face.
“Guts Master, guts of man,” The Sergeant replied. Perseus looked at
him sharply. The didn’t sound good. He looked out ahead in the darkness.
“Trane, step ahead,” The Sergeant instructed. “Everyone with him,
careful now,” they crept forwards, squatting, shields and spears out on guard,
Trane leading them. Then he stumbled and stopped dead.
They all stopped sharply and squatted. They could hear Trane
fumbling with something on the ground.
“Serg,” he whispered. The Sergeant shimmied over to him and looked
down, pressing out with his hand and feeling something warm and wet. He felt
his way along it and felt a distinctive metal hilt wrapped with leather
strapping. It was Lander’s dirk. He was feeling Lander’s hips, but they had
been severed completely in two. His body was warm and fresh.
The Sergeant gritted his teeth. He felt along the cut, the poor man
had been cut into two, snapped in half; something very strong had done that,
but it was a serrated cut, not cleaved with a sharp blade.
The Sergeant paused, thinking. This was not what he had expected on
this expedition. They knew it would be dangerous, there was a reason this
Island was avoided by seamen, merchants and settlers alike, but a troop of
warriors shouldn’t have been perturbed.
“Back to the troop,” he finally said. “Trane and Opal, you’ve got
our rears,” he stepped back and gripped hold of Perseus’ shoulder bracer.
“We’ll be following your idea and making camp at the beach tonight, I think,”
he growled.
The Sergeant
started making his way back down the rugged path that they had created through
the undergrowth. He was somewhat more speedy and less stealthy than their
approach had been.
He didn't
much fancy their chances in the darkness with whatever had caused Lander to be
sliced into two like a piece of salami; and cause Azreal to disappear without a
trace.
The other
troops kept pace with him, he could hear them all panting and exerting
themselves as they worked their way through the tangle of wiry
undergrowth.
Then they
heard it again, the shrill cry of whatever creature was out there, from behind.
It echoed through the wood and chilled their hearts.
It struck
fear through the Sergeant's heart and he was not a fearful man, by any
stretch.
He withdrew
his sword from its leather scabbard and spun on his heel.
"Nooo!"
There came a scream from from of his men from behind, a rustling sound,
something heavy stomped on feet, there were many feet, it sounded like.
Then there was
a terrible squelching sound and a crunching of bone, another human scream of
agony and terror.
"Back
to the troop, run!" The Sergeant ordered. He held back a moment, grabbing
a spear from one of his passing men, let the last of them pass him. He listened
to the sounds in the darkness ahead of him. Her heard the sound of scrabbling
feet, many feet, the sound of scratching on tree bark.
He stood
poised with his arm holding the spear, and threw it towards where he thought
the target was.
He struck it
true, but there was the lightest spark of light, caused by the metal tip of the
spear glancing off a hard surface of something. He saw a dark hairy
surface.
He didn't
wait to see what happened next, he turned and fled with his men. He ran through
the dense undergrowth, ducking under branches, diving his way through and
charging between trees.
Something
very heavy was skittering behind him, crashing into trees, but maintaining a
frightening speed; it was gaining on him.
He could see
the metal of the weapons of his troop ahead, gleaming in the crescent moon that
had appeared through cloud above.
"Fire
arrows, on me!" He bellowed the order as he ran.
He saw fire
arrows being lit on the brazier; that had been smouldering in the centre of the
makeshift defensive position.
"Draw…Aim…
loose!" He heard the Corporal shouting out.
A volley of
glowing arrows shot through the night outwards from the troop, a few thudded
into trees and branches on the way, many more zipped over and above, but a
solid two score of them found their target behind the Sergeant.
He risked a
glance backwards, he was eager to see their adversary, but wished he hadn't
looked once he saw the monstrosity that was behind him.
As he looked
back, the fire arrows lit up a terrifying sight, eight gleaming giant orb like
black eyes, hairy pedipalps and head of a giant spider, a huge cephalothorax
spread out behind the eyes. It was an impossible beast to behold. A creature of
myth and legend.
The fire
arrows thwacked into different parts of the giant hairy arachnid. It was lit up
for a few moments and screeched a terrifying sound which caused the Sergeant to
drop to his knees and clutch his ears with his hands; pressing them firmly
against his ears.
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Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
The spider
reared up on its hind legs, it was several metres tall and a good five or six
metres long, a terrifying aberration. The Sergeant could see huge fangs beneath
the enormous head.
As soon as
the screeching ended the Sergeant was up and slashing at the despicable
creature with his sword.
He heard the
roar of his troop behind him. The Corporal had ordered them to charge the
monster; presumably to save their Sergeant.
Another
volley of fire arrows, much more accurately aimed, thwacked into the spider
again, causing little flashes of flame across its hairy body, abdomen and one
struck an eye.
The spider
reared and squealed again in pain.
A spear flew
through the air and glanced off the huge body.
The spider
lunged towards the Sergeant, fangs snapping, but then his troop were with him,
shoulder to shoulder. Shields up, guarding against the monster's strikes, the
spiders legs pummelled the shield wall and it enabled the Sergeant to get a
breather for a moment.
The spider
paused, it prodded the shields with the tips of its giant hairy legs, it tried
to curl its long hairy legs around the tops of the shields, but the warriors
stabbed at the legs and body with their spears, forcing it to squeal and
withdraw slightly.
Flaming
torches were thrust towards the spider, forcing it back some more. It retreated
away from the glow of the flame, skittering diagonally away, but it remained
just outside the arc of light.
The line of
soldiers began to withdraw, stepping backwards, but maintaining their
guard.
Another
volley of arrows were let loose, clattering into the spider and the
surroundings.
The spider
spat and squealed in anger.
From behind
there were suddenly panicked shouts.
The Sergeant
swung to look, in dismay to see another giant spider had appeared on their
right flank, its stripy beige and dark hairy body flashed in the light as it
pounced onto a soldier and plunged its fangs into the poor soldier's chest,
paralysing him.
Before
anyone could do anything the arachnid was dragging the paralysed soldier into
the darkness. The last they saw of him was his metal helm rolling loose along
the ground.
The line of
defence pivoted, they were well trained and seasoned warriors. Despite the
fearsome creatures they knew how to work as a unit. As one they were
stronger.
A scream to
the left flank spun the Sergeant around, a third giant spider dark red and sand
colour had appeared and pounced onto two soldiers. The spiders were assaulting
them from all sides.
"Pull
back, all round defence!" The Sergeant bellowed, as the two men were
pinned down.
The spider
plunged its fangs into one of them, curled its long powerful legs around the
other and spun it's huge silken web, swiftly turning the wriggling body and
covering him in a web cocoon.
Spearmen
lunged towards the spider. It spat towards them, jerking forwards, causing them
to hesitate; before it grabbed both of its prey and dragged them away, one of
the soldiers was screaming as he was dragged away.
"Light
torches!" The Corporal ordered. "Fire the flare arrow!" He
demanded. A particularly bright arrow was let loose straight into the sky. A
moment later a horn bellowed from the distance, from the flagship of the
flotilla of ships in the bay.
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Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
Tales
of Myth and Legend
Chapter
5 – The Tale of Medusa – Part 2
By
Richard C.H. Davies
Warning
this story contains: Giantess witch, fantasy fiction, Shrunken Man, giantess,
kidnap, giant woman lick, soft vore, naked giantess, chase, hard vore, giant
spiders, handheld, taunting, entrapment, warfare and action
Those at the
rear of the troop might have seen a faint set of lights on the flagship as the
master brazier was lit; the single catapult of the flotilla was being prepared
for battle.
The Sergeant
was withdrawing with his men, keeping the middle spider at bay, the other wings
of their flanks were very promptly swinging inwards, moving away from the
flanking spiders which reappeared again for more prey.
Then the
soldiers reached the outer defences of the main troop and withdrew back inside
their ranks to bolster the hastily prepared defences. They were digging and
embedding the butt ends of their spears into the ground, and diagonally
pointing the sharp ends outwards, to create makeshift fortifications. It worked
well against horses, but giant spiders… that was anyone's guess.
"Fire,"
the Sergeant called back, "Fire seems to work,"
A loud horn
was blown from the middle of their troop, directed as a signal towards the
flagship down in the bay below, and another flare arrow was launched upwards
above the central spider.
A volley of
fire arrows unveiled the spiders with a flash of light. They were slowly
approaching the line of defences, the flash of light caused them to skitter
sideways slightly.
They were
jumpy, but already getting used to light and flame.
A whooshing
sound above them caused the troop to snap their heads upwards.
A cheer
broke out as they saw the first fireball soaring through the air from the ship
mounted catapult.
The ball of
flame burst against a tree not too far in front of them, spilling the contents
of oil and fire, spreading across the branch of the tree, and creating quite a flash
of fire.
The spiders
shrieked in shock and surprise and immediately jumped away from the source of
light.
"Not a
half bad shot!" The Sergeant called back to the Corporal.
"Again!"
The horn was
blared and another flare arrow let loose, a few marks angled over from the
last.
The soldiers
remained firm as the spiders edged around the arc of light cast by the burning
tree. They skittered around it; their huge legs carried their colossal weight
as they charged the defences.
A loud
whoosh from above and a fireball arced overhead, this one wasn't aimed so well
and thumped too many marks away to be of any use. It set another tree ablaze
further away.
The horn
blew again, with urgency. More fireballs demanded.
The spiders
had summoned enough courage.
They charged
the troop.
The first
two spiders attacked at the sides in a pincer movement.
"They're
coordinated!" Perseus shouted out in shock.
"Aim
spears at their eyes and let loose arrows, fire at will," the Sergeant
picked up a spear which was embedded behind the defence wall, ready for
use.
The Sergeant
saw a number of spears thrown, and bouncing away from the hard body of the
spiders.
One of the
men overextended themselves and exposed themselves outside of the shield wall,
just for an instant. It was enough, one of the spiders plucked him away from
his comrades. He was lifted up, shouting and swearing, swiping with his
sword.
The spider
scurried off with the shouting soldier into darkness.
The Sergeant
focused on the middle spider drew his arm back, settled the spear, aiming at
the spider.
He held his
aim and threw the spear.
There was an
almighty squeal from the spider, when his spear made contact, the tip of his
spear pierced through the centre of the cluster of eyes.
The other
two spiders seemed angered by this and they charged with abandon. They lunged
straight into the spear wall, but it didn't perturb them, they seemed to nimbly
weave their way through the sharp spears, despite their relative large
sizes.
The spiders
crashed into the locked shield wall next. Men groaned as they strained under
the weight of the creatures. Hairy legs prodded and searched for weaknesses in
the defences.
Another man
was plucked up from the defensive line and tossed aside by the spider. He was
heard screaming as he was dragged away.
The spiders were
organised and determined; they were working as a team just like the soldier
troop was.
A whoosh of
a fireball soared overhead, a lucky aim Indeed, because it burst straight on
top of the distressed spider, with the Sergeant's spear in its eyes; dousing it
in oil and flame.
The giant
spider let out an almighty screech, causing men to cover their ears.
The men
defending against the spiders had no such luxury. They roared in pain under the
several tonnes of weight the spiders brought to bear.
The far side
of the defensive circle thinned out, soldiers crossed to defend their fellows,
bravely wading in to stab and swipe at the hairy legs which swung this way and
that.
A soldier
was squirted with a silken stream from the spider's rear spinnerets. He shouted
out in horror as it pinned his arms to his chest.
Two fellow
soldiers helped to cut him loose with their dirks before he could be plucked up
and dragged away. They fended off the hairy legs of the spider with their
weapons and shields.
Flaming
torches were stabbed at the spiders, the troop had recovered from the disarray
of their defensive wall. They surrounded the two spiders, thrusting at them
with sword, spear, and flaming torches.
The spiders
squealed in frustration, their fangs not long enough to reach their
quarries.
They struck
out with their sharp legs, denting shields and sending men flying in all
directions.
Several more
men were plucked up and stolen away by the monstrous creatures, sucked away
into the darkness of the wood.
Each time a
man was taken the soldiers grit their teeth, tightened their defences even
more, linking their shields and digging their sandals into the soil. They had
to stick together, literally. These incredibly strong spiders could toss a
muscular soldier into the air with no effort.
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Chapter 4 by Richard C H Davies
As the men
coordinated and learned, they found weaknesses. The greater number, bravery and
coordination of the soldiers gave them a slight edge.
They
realised the weak spots were the joints of the legs, and the sockets to the
body, the eyes, and the mouth.
They struck
at those spots with their spears, forcing the sharp points of the spears into
those soft spots.
The two
giant spiders, whilst much larger, fearsome looking and deadly, were
overwhelmed by these smaller bipedal human creatures armed with fire and sharp
pointy things.
"Right
flank, drive your spears into the side," the Sergeant ordered.
"Arrows into the eyes," he ordered a squad of bowmen who had
assembled in front of the right spider.
The spears
crunched into the spider, forcing its head down, exposing its eyes, the bowmen
had already drawn together and let loose a volley, for a bowman it was point
blank, at a range of a matter of metres.
All eight
eyes were compromised, the arrows shredded into the spiders’ eyes, causing it
to wail in agony and anguish.
"Mount
it, stab from above, spears from below, drive it through the mouth!" The
Sergeant ordered.
He turned to
the other spider, the spearmen were trying to repeat the tactic, but the spider
seemed smarter than they gave it credit.
It spun on
itself, sweeping its legs around, knocking twelve soldiers from their feet all
at once.
It stabbed
two of them in the gut with its legs, and pounced on a third, plunging its
fangs into him, he screamed in agony; but the brave man drove his dirk straight
upwards into the mouth of the spider, causing it to release a gush of dark
disgusting fluid from its mouth.
The spider
wobbled and scudded to the side, its large legs scampering and careering it
away. It crashed into a tree.
Perseus
surprised the Sergeant; with a sudden burst of bravery, he hadn't yet seen in
the man before. A sneak and a cheek, yes indeed he was, a thief with the
Graeae, yes indeed, but a brave warrior, he hadn't pinned on him.
Perseus
launched himself towards the spider, his mirrored shield slamming hard into the
fangs, forcing them back. Perseus swung with his sword and severed the left
pedipalp clean off.
His sudden
assault encouraged more soldiers to launch a fresh attack. They roared,
charging the spider, with sword and spear. The Sergeant looked around them,
wounded men in all directions, a good twenty men pinning the other spider down
and skewering it, the third flaming spider dying in the distance.
He looked
out for other threats. Were there only three? Their defences had broken
up.
"All
around defences," he spun to the men. "Tighten us up, fresh shield
wall, in case more of those fuckers come," the soldiers who weren't
immediately preoccupied jumped to his orders.
He looked
back to see Perseus and five other soldiers forcing the spider against a tree;
pushing and driving spears, with all their strength, into the hard outer shell
of the arachnid.
The spider
squealed, leading another soldier to plunge a spear right into its mouth,
causing another deluge of dark goop to pour from its mouth.
Another
spear burst into the abdomen, causing it to rip open and discharge more
fluid.
Several more
slashes and stabs and the giant spider rolled onto its side, its legs twitching
convulsively, it's life ebbing away.
"Launch
another flare, let's get more fire in the air," he shouted out.
A flare
arrow launched upwards, there was a pause, too long. There was mostly silence,
apart from the moans of the wounded. The spiders were dead and silent.
Thirty
seconds later there followed a whoosh above them, the fireball landed thirty
marks from their position and it lit up a horrifying sight.
A multitude
of dark eyes, hairy legs, terrifying giant spiders, there were tens of them.
They veered from the burst of flames but their intent was clear.
"Shit,"
the Sergeant grumbled. Sweat poured from his forehead and stung his eyes. How
the hell were they going to survive the night? The thought crossed his
mind.
"Tighten
the defences, pull it in lads, wounded into the middle, give them
weapons," the soldiers immediately obeyed his orders, tightening up,
recovering, taking a sip of water, readying their defences for another
onslaught.
A horn
sounded from behind, much closer this time. The Sergeant swung round to see a
double path of torches had been lit all the way up from the beach to their
position.
"Bloody
hell," the Corporal blurted out, "you seamen ain't half bad, daft as
donkeys but ain't half bad," he greeted one of the captains as they jogged
into the circle breathing heavily.
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Chapter 5 by Richard C H Davies
"We've
lit you a path back Master Perseus," the captain leaned towards, the
spider gunk covered, Perseus, "the number of flares you lot were firing up
had us worried. We figured either you wanted a fancy firework show or you were
in the shit…" he broke off at the sight of the giant spiders.
"What
on Zeus is that monstrosity, what beastly evil is this?" He cried
incredulously. "Shit, if we knew them giant spiders were out here, I don't
think I would have convinced my crews to touch a foot on land, don't let 'em
see it."
Perseus
approached and greeted him with a warm shake of hands.
"Captain,
are we glad to see you,"
"Glad
maybe, but we wants us paying for this, we figured we can't have you dying and
not getting us paid," he grimaced and started their way back down the
path, which his sailors were busily hacking clear of undergrowth with long
blades.
The Sergeant
immediately started to withdraw his troops under the cover of fire torches.
The giant
spiders pursued them for some time, keeping a distance from the torchlight, but
they gave up chase immediately when the woodland thinned out.
The roars of
relief as they trod on the sand was palpable.
They set up
a temporary defence on the beach, the sea lapped behind them. Moonlight danced
across the waves. The sail ships, masts dropped, were silhouetted in the
distance against the horizon of the moonlight night.
"Back
to the boats, I say," the captain encouraged. "Shall we call this
madness off Master Perseus? We can find you a nice lass elsewhere, somewhere
without this kind of business, what say you, Sir?"
"We
lost very good men tonight, too many Sir," the Sergeant grimaced as he
looked between them. "I haven't done no headcount yet, but not even
mentioning the wounded I reckon we've lost at least a fifth of my men."
Perseus
visibly paled in the moonlight.
"We
must go on chaps, for glory, we must kill this Medusa. The witch is undoubtedly
behind this abhorrent evil here. We cannot let it stand," Perseus spoke
boldly.
"Then
let's go back to the mainland and assemble a proper army Sir, I'll help you
recruit it," the Sergeant responded with a glower.
"With
what money?" Perseus glowered. "This expedition is all my money,
let's return to the boats and make a new plan. There was a desert on the other
side of the island. Let's try that approach tomorrow, I doubt the spiders will
be out in the open in daylight. Perhaps we can find another route to Medusa's
cave."
The Sergeant
grimaced but nodded.
"Right
lads, we're loading onto the boats, salted meat for all tonight," there
was a tired cheer from the troop and they got straight to work.
*
Azrael
panted, leaning against the stone outcropping of the cave entrance.
He looked
back over his shoulder; down the very steep scree incline of the rocky hill he
had climbed.
The cave
entrance was embedded and carved through the cliff rockface. He looked across
the vista of the treetop canopy, he could see the deep, dark and dense woodland
that he had lightly sprinted through.
He could see
the glowing torches of the troop following their withdrawal back towards the
beach, the path of torches was starting to extinguish itself through the
woodland back to the beach.
He knew that
he was alone up here now. He regained his breath.
He had split
up from Lander several marks after leaving the troop, they had decided it would
be faster to reconnoitre ahead separately.
Azrael had
not come into contact with anything, he had heard the oddest sounds in the wood
though, he had heard scrabbling and shuffling along the ground and the trees;
but he had left it all behind as soon as he reached the rocky climb of the
hill.
He had heard
Lander's scream and then the sounds of battle behind him, but by then he had
been too deep into the woodland already to turn back.
He knew not
what had caused the kerfuffle; but he knew that the troop had come under some
strain when the flagship catapult had been called in to provide artillery
support. That was some expensive payload they had launched. They didn’t
call on that kind of firepower lightly.
The
withdrawal of the troop to the beach was also unexpected, he had never
witnessed their troop having to retreat from a fight before; without a severe
reason. They were a battle-hardened bunch, as hardened as mercenaries came. A
worthy foe was in that woodland, perhaps their adversary had set an ambush and
the troop was regrouping.
However, he
knew that his mission was to locate the cave, Medusa's cave.
He looked at
the wall entrance and saw intricate patterns carved into the walls.
It looked
like he had come to the right place, it appears that humans or something
sentient dwelled here; or had dwelled here.
He glared
inside but could only see darkness ahead of him. He could feel warm air
drifting out from the cave entrance.
He reached
for his bow and quickly lit a flare arrow.
He drew his
bow and fired the flare into the air above him.
*
An hour or
two into the work of loading onto the boats one of their scouts spotted a fire
arrow arcing through the air, a flare, right far up the hill in the distance, right
up by the caves that were their ultimate destination.
"Look,"
Perseus pointed in surprise. "Is it possible that is one of ours?"
"Very
possible," the Sergeant looked up in amazement, "I'd be willing to
bet my entire expedition pay on that flare being the work of Azrael, our finest
scout," they made eye contact.
"That
must mean…"
"It's
possible to get up to them caves without being munched right up by a herd of
them giant spiders," the Sergeant finished Perseus' thought process. He
nodded.
"Yes,
but perhaps it's easier for one light footed man, than a whole troop of
soldiers tramping through the wood," Perseus stated.
"There
weren't no tramping goin’ on boy, it's the sheer size of our troop, my men be
the finest…"
"I
know, but my point being that if we go much more quietly, then we stand a
chance… perhaps I should just go alone…" Perseus started forwards with a
look that the Sergeant knew far too well.
"Strike
that insane brave look off your young face Sir, I know you be my boss on this
expedition, you're the employer sir, but I ain't having you trampling through
the woodland on ye own," he grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him
back and shook him slightly. "Get that thought outta ye head Sir,"
the Sergeant had never called him Sir before, the best he had got was Master or
Laddie. Had he earned a glimmer of respect from the Sergeant at arms?
"But I
can't risk the deaths of all of these men, whether I'm paying or not. I didn't
know that there would be these giant creatures here. The most I thought would
be here would be a fire vagabonds, some pirate encampment, squatters… you know,
the like,"
"None
of us knew that," the Sergeant looked at him for an instant as an equal.
"I suspect that the benevolent king who sent you on this fool's errand is
the only one who knew how treacherous it was. Is there a chance mayhap that he
doesn't want you to succeed on this foolish endeavour?"
Perseus tore
his eyes away from the hill and made eye contact with the Sergeant. He nodded
lightly. The Sergeant didn’t mince his words.
"It's
possible… yes, but what about Azrael?"
"He's a
strong lad, as you've just witnessed, but I can't risk marching me whole troop
through that cursed woodland again tonight. Not just for one man, if it were me
up there, I'd expect the same…" his eyes grew distant for a moment,
perhaps an old memory plagued him there and then.
"No,
sir, we'll respond with an arrow, tell him we've seen him, but we're loading on
them boats, and we are going to plan a sensible approach once day breaks, not
before and we are going to plan a sensible approach."
*
Azrael
watched the troop at the beach for a few moments and saw a fiery streak shoot
up from the ground into the sky. They had seen his flare. They knew his
position.
Azreal
glanced back into the cave, considering his next move.
Something
called to him from within.
"Azrael,"
the voice called. "Azrael…" it sounded like the wind, but he swore he
heard his name.
"Who's
there?" He called out. There was silence, but he felt a sudden urge to
enter the cave.
He resisted,
he stood firm, he would stand his post until the troop guided him in.
"Azrael,
the brave, come, come within," the voice called, compelling him. The urge
grew stronger, it felt like it was almost literally tugging him inside.
Azrael
lifted a torch which was strapped to his belt and struck an igniter, lighting
the torch. It spluttered to life with a dancing orange flame.
The
firelight flickered eerie shadows which jumped and shifted across the cave
walls. Azrael took a tentative step forward. Then another step, and then some
more, until he was working his way through the twisting and turning stone
corridor.
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Chapter 6 by Richard C H Davies
Tales
of Myth and Legend
Chapter
6 – Medusa’s Cave
By
Richard C.H. Davies
Warning
this story contains: Giantess witch, fantasy fiction, Shrunken Man, giantess,
kidnap, giant woman lick, soft vore, naked giantess, chase, hard vore, giant spiders,
handheld, taunting, entrapment, warfare and action
Azrael –
Entrance to the caves on the hill
Azrael very
carefully picked his way through the entrance of the cave.
He left the
chill air of the night behind him as he felt warm air billowing outwards and
washing across his face and neck.
Something
was definitely inside this cave. He could smell it in the air. He could have
sworn he caught a whiff of incense burning, perhaps some Frankincense and some
other oils.
He stepped
forwards with his sandals, reached down to his utility belt and lifted a torch.
He struck his lighting flint and the torch flickered to life.
Azrael held
the torch ahead of him, in one hand, and his short sword in the other; as he
proceeded through the winding tunnel entrance of the cave.
After a few
marks he felt like something ethereal was tugging at him, drawing him further
in, compelling him to proceed.
A voice
whispered to life in his head, breaking the silence. He stopped dead in his
tracks and listened.
It sounded
faint and feminine, indeed the more he seemed to concentrate the more the
whispers died away until he heard nothing at all.
He waited in
silence, waiting for the mysterious voice to speak again. He only heard his own
breathing. He wondered if he had imagined it.
He frowned
and then proceeded forward again.
"Welcome,
Azrael of Thoricus," the whispered voice suddenly spoke, but it wasn't
from within the cave. It felt like the voice was inside his own head.
"How do
you know my name?" He stopped dead and spoke back out loud.
"I know
many things, Azrael of Thoricus, master scout." He was taken aback, the
voice was clearer in his head now. A female voice, that spoke with confidence
and conviction.
He wondered
if it was wise to proceed any further, but the feeling tugging at him compelled
him further inside. He felt an overwhelming feeling of calm and peace take hold
of him.
"You
need not your sword or your torch," the voice continued, as he exited the
tunnel and beheld a wide open chamber carved inside the rock of the cave. It
was a huge internal cavernous space.
The ground
was generally flat and worn rock, ornate columns of stone projected from floor
to ceiling, and the cave walls and columns were lined with flickering torches
which were aflame with an eerie greeny orange light.
Magic was
afoot inside this place. He knew it to be true. He had never witnessed magic
for himself, but what he was seeing with the flames wasn't natural, and the
feeling of being pulled and the voices in his head all led him to suspect
it.
He felt
himself being pulled further and further along.
"You
may sheath your sword and douse your torch, Azrael of Thoricus," the voice
spoke to him.
He complied
immediately, looking around in wonder at the magnitude of the cavernous
space.
The air was
warm and dry, it felt homely, but the torchlight flickering along the walls
gave it an eerie atmosphere, creating dancing shadows along the craggy rock
ceiling and walls.
"Come,
Azrael of Thoricus," the female voice beckoned him in his head.
He strode
forwards, looking behind columns and up at the ceiling. He was half expecting
to be jumped by some kind of vagabond. His hand rested on the hilt of his
sword.
He passed
numerous stone columns, and a stone wellspring in the centre of the
chamber.
He stopped
at the edge of the wellspring and peered downwards. He saw only darkness.
He turned to
look further along the cavern. At the far end there were long stone steps,
leading up to some kind of stone altar.
The altar
was utilitarian and did not display any ornaments or articles of worship.
There was a
corridor to the side of the altar.
"What
is this place?" He called out. His voice echoed and reverberated around
the cavern.
"Gorham's
cave… some call it," the female voice purred in his head.
Azrael kept
moving forwards. He was none the wiser about this place; upon hearing its name.
It was unlike any cave he had seen before and he had seen many.
"Come
to our chamber, a little further," the female voice called him.
Azrael
placed his sandal tentatively on the first stone step.
It was firm
and there were no booby traps in sight.
He proceeded
up the steps, keeping his stance low and ready for a fight.
He reached
the top and examined the altar. It was stained with faded blood. He could not
tell if it was human or animal.
He looked
around for evidence of sacrifice but could find none.
Animal
sacrifice, especially of oxen, goats, and sheep were not uncommon in Ancient
Greek society. Sacrifices took place within a sanctuary, usually at an altar in
front of the temple, with the assembled participants consuming the entrails and
meat of the victim.
Azrael was
not overly concerned by the sight of this blood stained altar; but he remained
wary all the same. The lack of articles of worship was a red flag.
He crept
past the altar and entered the corridor. It was sharply carved in the stone
cave but utilitarian in finish.
There were a
series of doorways connected to the corridor, but he saw light flooding out of
the first one.
The doorway
was covered by a set of fabric curtains.
"You
may enter," spoke the female voice in his head.
Azrael
gently pushed the curtains open as he passed through the doorway and was
stunned at what he saw inside.
He saw not a
hideous monster, as he was primed to behold. He was expecting the legendary
Medusa, a Gorgon monstrosity with a head of living snakes and eyes shining
white.
Instead, he
saw a glimmering living room, surrounded by treasure. It was lined with gold,
silver, bronze, and many other materials of wealth.
It looked
like the treasure had started to be stacked and displayed neatly but over the
years it had multiplied and then just been put on top of each other.
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Chapter 7 - Medusa's Cave by Richard C H Davies
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Warning
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There were
gold coins, gold bars, gold plates, jewellery, jewels and diamonds. There were
urns, and Faberge eggs, rings, hairpieces, and ornamental weapons. There was a
beautiful looking golden harp, a long golden spear and coat of armour.
What was
this place? A treasure trove. He was rich!
He stepped
into the room and carefully checked the corners either side of him, in case
this was an ambush.
It was just
filled with treasure.
He looked
ahead to see two armchairs sitting opposite one another.
Both
occupants were female. One was facing him. She was a beauty. Her skin was
black, it shone with youth and radiance. She wore a gown which covered most of
her body.
The other
woman was mostly facing away and not easy to see from where he was.
In betwixt
them was a gaming board.
"You
may enter Azreal of Thoricus, come, join our game," the dark-skinned woman
spoke aloud. Her voice was the same as the one in his head.
"Yours
is the voice that was inside my head," he spoke in astonishment. "How
did you do that?"
"She
has many weird and wonderful skills," the other woman said.
"I am
Bradb," said the dark skinned woman with radiant skin that shone like
starlight. "And this is Morrigan," she nodded towards her
companion.
Azreal
tentatively entered the sitting room. Realising that it was decorated with a
rug, beneath the chairs, and was incredibly homely; apart from the fact that it
was surrounded with a jumble of treasure.
He beheld
the other woman in surprise. It was perhaps not her long blonde hair, her milky
white skin, or her radiant beauty.
It wasn't
even the fact that her eyes shone and sparkled with a godlike golden
glow.
It was the
ornate battle armour that she wore. She wore an emerald green chest piece,
which looked moulded to her body. The armour demonstrated a muscular stomach
with rippling muscles on the armour. It was moulded around her ample sized
breasts which emerged above with a rounded cleavage.
The front of
her armour was emblazoned with silvery coloured serpents, which looked poised
to strike.
Silver
lightning bolts were embossed on the armour from the top.
Her
shoulders and arms were equally covered with the extravagant armour plating.
The armour was tailored exactly to her body. A very expensive piece of work
that no ordinary armourer could create.
"Good
morrow, kindly ladies," Azreal greeted the beautiful women.
"Ooh,
kindly ladies?" The women looked to each other and giggled playfully. They
wriggled in their seats. "We haven't been called that in a very long
time," their eyes glistened and they beamed at each other. "You are a
gentleman, Azrael of Thoricus. We are not used to that. We are only familiar
with brutes, smugglers, theives and pirates," Bradb replied.
"Hence
the battle armour?" Azrael tipped his brow towards Morrigan.
Her golden
eyes glowed even brighter and he suddenly felt lost in those deep pools of
light.
"Indeed,
Azrael of Thoricus," Morrigan replied smoothly. "Won't you join
us?" She nodded towards the empty chair between them.
Azrael
frowned. He hadn't noticed that empty chair when he had entered the room. So
distracted was he, by the treasure and the beauty of these women.
"Time
can pass differently here, sir," Bradb seemed to read his mind.
Azrael
should have been concerned about some kind of trickery, but he felt completely
at ease. He took his place between the women.
"I am
seeking a monstrous Gorgon, she goes by the name of Medusa," Azrael
stated.
The women
glanced at each other and smirked.
"Monstrous,
you say?" Morrigan said with a slight scowl.
Azrael
nodded.
"So the
legends say. Where is your lord, kindly ladies, may I speak with him?"
"Lord?"
Bradb enquired with furrowed eyebrows.
"You
mean, which God do we worship?" Morrigan asked in confusion.
"Ney,
which Lord owns this wonderful place?" He clarified.
The women
glanced at each other again, their expressions darkened somewhat.
"Ah,
you mean, a man… which man owns us, you mean? Which man owns this place?"
Morrigan fumed. "Of course, a pair of women could not possibly live here
on our lonesome or own such property and treasures, or have created such a
wondrous cavern. That would be an impossibility," she glowered
sarcastically.
"Oh,
how lucky we are for this brave male soldier to free us from our
solitude," Bradb continued. "We have been without male oversight for
way too long,"
"I
meant no offence," Azrael blushed with embarrassment. "I just…"
"We
jest…" Morrigan waved him off. "Worry not, if we were offended by
such words once, we are no longer. Far too long in the tooth are we," she
glanced at Bradb knowingly.
"What
game do you play?" Azrael asked, desperately trying to change the subject
and regain some semblance of respect from these beautiful women. They had
marked him a gentleman to begin with and he wanted to regain that status. He
looked down at the board inviting comment.
It had a
number of stone carved spiders and numerous stone carved Greek soldiers.
"It is
a game of strategy, similar to your game of Zatrikion," Bradb replied,
referring to Greek chess, which Azrael was indeed familiar with.
He examined
the pieces, they were intricate in detail.
"Interesting.
Who is winning this game?" He enquired.
Bradb
crossed her arms.
"I
would say it's a draw at the moment," Morrigan replied, leaning forwards.
Her armour creaking slightly. "The soldiers and spiders alike have taken
losses, more losses from the soldiers so far,"
Azrael
couldn't help but look at her glorious cleavage that was on display. He tried
to avert his eyes.
"Who's
is the next move?" Azrael asked.
There was a
shrill cry that made him jump in his seat. It came from the direction of the
temple he had just walked through.
He noticed
the women hadn't jumped at all.
"What
is that?" He asked wide eyed. It was an unnatural call. He had heard it in
the woodland earlier.
Bradb's eyes
lit up.
"My
pets are back," she clapped her hands together in glee and jumped up from
her chair.
Her gown
billowed around her as she rushed out of the doorway.
"She's
very attached to her pets," Morrigan declared. "Come on, let's have a
looksee," she sighed and stood up.
Azrael
followed her as she led him out of the room and back into the stone
corridor.
Her armour
creaked as she walked, he followed her out to the raised area with the
altar.
Azrael
beheld a terrifying sight. The temple was full of giant hairy spiders. He
stumbled in shock.
"Monsters!"
He cried out, withdrawing his sword from its scabbard he took several quick
steps to bring him ahead of Morrigan.
"Back
ladies, I shall defend your withdrawal!" He instructed.
Then he
stood dumbfounded, when he saw Bradb caressing the hairy face of one of the
spiders. She was cooing to it as if it were a babe.
"What
is wrong with her?" He asked Morrigan in confusion.
"I
said, she is very attached to her pets," Morrigan shrugged.
"These
monstrosities?" He exclaimed in shock.
"How
dare you, they are my precious darling pets," Bradb stroked one of the
spiders. "Release them my darlings," she instructed the
spiders.
There was a
clicking of mandibles as the spiders lowered themselves and each of them
dropped a large form to the ground.
Azrael
watched in horror and saw that each of the lumps on the floor were his comrades
in arms. Twenty captured soldiers.
"What
is this wickedness?" Azrael leapt forwards to strike with his sword. He
didn't understand what was happening, but Morrigan held a hand up to him.
"Leave
us, my pets," Bradb instructed. The giant spiders clicked and squeaked,
clacked their mandibles and then they started to scuttle out of the cave. It
was such a loud and skin crawling sound, as a multitude of giant spider’s legs
moved at the same time, clicking along the stone floor.
After the
last spider was gone the temple was quieter. There were some groans from the
soldiers on the floor. Azrael was taken aback in wonder at the power of this
woman to command such fearsome giant creatures.
"Let me
tend to them," Azrael requested as some of the men stirred.
"Mazévo!"
Bradb called out towards the first group of men.
Shrink?
Azrael thought in confusion. Why did she just say 'shrink'?
Then he
realised in horror what was happening. Several of the men were literally
shrinking in size, out of their tunics and armour.
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Chapter 8 by Richard C H Davies
"What
is this wickedness and sorcery?" Azrael cried out, he was confused. He
didn't want to strike at these beautiful women but he had known deep down when
he first saw them that there was something wrong. Now it was staring him in the
face.
He raised
his sword to behead Bradb. He was within striking range.
"Azrael
of Thoricus," Morrigan's smooth and calm voice called out from behind him.
"You asked where the legendary Medusa is?"
He spun
round.
Morrigan was
radiant and beautiful, her golden eyes suddenly blazed bright white with
light.
"Here
we are," she spoke with a powerful voice. Azrael lifted his hand to his
eyes to shield himself from the bright light.
Then he felt
strange.
His helm
felt heavy and uneven on his head.
It slipped
across his brow and blocked his vision somewhat. He frowned and staggered back,
feeling his skin crawling.
His armour
started to feel heavy on his shoulders, but it also felt loose at the same
time. It was a flexible armour but normally well fitted to his own body, to
prevent anything like branches catching on him; when he was scouting in
darkness and across rugged terrain. Now it felt distinctly baggy.
He looked
down at his body, he seemed shorter than before. Oh no! He was shrinking like
his comrades.
He heard
Bradb chanting "Mazévo, Mazévo, Mazévo," in the background 'shrink,
shrink, shrink,' as she paced around the fallen soldiers.
Azrael
watched in horror as, one by one, they started to shrink down. There were moans
and shouts from the dazed soldiers as they were unable to resist the witches
magic.
"Stop
this wickedness!" Azrael cried out at Morrigan. "Why are you doing
this?"
"It is
our right, we are demi-gods, you are but mere mortal men," Morrigan looked
down upon Azrael with a look of indifference. "Now you will learn worship
my feet tiny man."
Azrael's
head was about waist height up to Morrigan now, he looked upwards, across her
leather and metal plate armour chest, her large bust of breasts bulging out
above and her beautiful milky white face and cascading blonde hair, almost a
bright golden colour.
Her eyes
glowed an eerie golden colour which seemed to pour into his very soul.
"Are
you goddesses?" He asked upwards in wonder.
"Yes,"
Morrigan lied. They were no goddesses, she knew it. But the gods and goddesses
had not been seen for centuries. They must have abandoned humankind and left
some of their special elements behind. The magical weave.
Someone had
to fill the void left by the gods. Humankind needed to be led and ruled. They
needed to be tamed. They were ravenous cattle that, if left unchecked, would
ravage this planet.
That was
Bradb and Morrigan's theory. That was one of the areas where they had diverged
from Sovereign, Embermesrelda, Aqualisha, and the rest of the other High
Witches in their beliefs.
"Goddesses…"
Azrael stared in wonder. He suddenly felt an aura of calm overcome him as he
stared upwards into the golden pools of Morrigan's eyes.
Azrael
became unaware of the fact that his tunic and armour had dropped away from his
body and he stood naked, looking up at the giant goddess in awe.
"You
are not as repulsive as your kind usually is," Morrigan stated.
"Perhaps I will keep you as my special pet…"
"I
would like that," Azrael murmured, as if hypnotised, unable to break his
stare from her golden eyes.
*
A number of
the other soldiers in that temple didn't feel the same way.
Bradb had
shrunken the majority of them and was collecting them in a hessian sack she had
tied to the belt of her gown.
However a
few of them near the end had stirred and were much more alert as the temporary
paralysing spider venom wore off them.
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Chapter 9 by Richard C H Davies
Bradb locked
her eyes onto one of the soldiers who decided to get up and flee. He was tiny
and naked. He was only about three or four inches tall. She could vary their
height how she saw fit, but she did enjoy a chase.
It had been
so long since she had enjoyed a good chase with a tiny human. However, she
didn't want any of them to escape her clutches and there was a distinct risk of
that; because in the corner of her eye she saw a few others running in
different directions.
That brought
a sense of urgency.
She stomped
forwards with her sandals. The rock floor vibrated below the naked running
soldier, but he kept running as fast as he could.
Something
huge suddenly slammed down in front of him, blocking his path.
He stumbled
into the giant sandal sole and dark skinned foot of the giantess. It was
utterly huge. It was an wall that he would need to climb or evade.
As he turned
to look upwards her giant dark hand reached down towards him. Huge long nailed
and elegant fingers reached outwards like a huge claw and he was smothered
inside her hand.
He was
lifted upwards at a terrifying rate of ascent and then he was falling inside
the darkness of the hessian sack at her belt.
He landed on
the squirming bodies of his comrades.
They were
all naked and the sack smelled of male sweat and fear.
Bradb
pursued the next tiny, she crawled on all fours after the running tiny man and
reached out with her hand, grabbing him in her fist and stuffing the shouting
little whelp into her sack.
Still on all
fours she swung her head round, looking towards the direction of the last tiny
running man.
She saw him
round the side of a stone column and disappear.
Her mouth
curled into a slow and crafty smile. He thought he had escaped her. Perhaps he
was stupid enough to hide behind the column.
Her long
dark hair dangled from her head. It was adorned with a series of golden and
ivory beads. Something gifted to her many decades ago by a village. Before she
had eliminated its population.
He lips
glistened and her eyes burned with excitement.
She could
locate the man by feeling his fear, she could even peer into his mind at this
distance, if she so wished. But she was enjoying playing and that would be
cheating. It would be too easy.
She stood up
and crept round the other side of the column, opposite the direction he had
been travelling.
As she
rounded the corner of the column she spotted him.
Predictably
he was trying to hide, pressing his bare back against the column and trying to
make himself as small as possible.
To be fair
to him there wasn't really anywhere he could hide here.
She stamped
her foot down hard in front of him, causing a small shock wave to hit
him.
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Chapter 10 - Capturing the tiny troops by Richard C H Davies
The tiny man
jumped in shock at the sudden loud sound and the giant foot appearing in front
of him.
He turned
round and fled.
Bradb
grinned and ran back round the column the other way.
She dropped
to the ground, slamming her hands palms down on the stone floor, creating a
loud slapping sound.
The tiny man
stopped dead in his tracks, looking up in terror to see the giant beautiful face,
pearlescent teeth glimmering as she had a wide beaming smile on her face.
Her buttocks
were higher in the air, she looked like a predatory cat; about to pounce on
him.
He froze in
fear at how huge she was. Her face, shoulders and breasts filled the whole of
his field of vision.
He turned
and fled in the other direction.
*
Bradb – in
Gorham's Cave
The
dark-skinned giantess Bradb was lying chest facing down towards the
floor.
Her cleavage
was enormous, each breast was several times larger than the tiny soldier.
Her hands
were pressed flat, palms down, on the stone floor.
Her eyes
were piercing and focusing directly on the tiny man.
He started
to back away, eyes darting in all directions, looking for an escape plan.
"Don't
bother, little man," the giantess boomed towards him.
She crawled,
still prone along the floor, towards him. Her breasts dragged along the stone
floor as she approached him.
He turned to
run but found a giant wall of skin slam down in front of him, her giant hands
were blocking his path.
"You're
mine now, little man, come and join our little toy collection," the tiny
soldier helplessly watched her enormous fingers approaching him and wrapping
around his body as he was captured.
Bradb and
Morrigan – in Gorham's Cave
"Shall
we resume our game?" Morrigan said to Bradb. "My stocks have been
refreshed," she grinned as she looked down at the playing board.
She had twenty-one
tiny men as soldiers on their game board.
The
giantesses also had their Viewing Pool next to them. It was a large barrel
which had been cut in half, and therefore a fully open top, it was full of
water.
The Viewing
Pool allowed them to see through the eyes of Bradb's beasts, and pets, which
were littered across the island.
When the two
witches settled here… or indeed had been exiled here… using Bradb's special
powers, they had turned the island's wildlife to do their own bidding.
They had
also used their powers to grow many of these creatures in size, to create
terrifying sized creatures; but also acting as their loyal security
guards.
It would
take a professional army quite some doing to make it up to their caves.
Nevertheless, they kept to themselves on this island and only dealt with
intruders.
They
occasionally encouraged vessels that strayed too near the island to land and
investigate strange signals that they released from the island, but that was
just to acquire some mortal human play toys when they grew bored.
The recent
intrusion had caused some concern, these troops; whilst clearly mercenaries,
seemed to be very organised, well-armed and professional. They were also rather
large in number, they appeared to have at least 100 soldiers initially, the
giant spiders had thinned those numbers both killing and capturing many of them
in a single night.
The witches
watched through the Viewing Pool as the troop retreated onto the boats in the
night after the skirmish. They had hoped that these troops would withdraw for
good.
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Chapter 11 - Perseus on Andromeda by Richard C H Davies
*
Perseus – on
the flagship ‘Andromeda’
It was a
disturbed night back on the flotilla. Some men mourned their deceased comrades
in arms, others were screaming in pain through the night from the various
injuries; as they were tended to with what limited facilities and expertise,
they had available.
The rest of
them didn't sleep much at all, they were plagued by images of those terrifying
giant spiders. They couldn't shake the image of the multitude of them creeping
towards their defensive line.
The rumours
did spread, however, that Azrael was alive and had reached the hilltop caves.
There was hope indeed amongst them, despite their bitter and brutal defeat and
withdrawal from the giant spiders.
In the
flagship captain's cabin Perseus, the flotilla Captains, Sergeant and corporals
all hotly debated the next steps. Perseus had managed to dispel outright
retreat from their minds.
"I'm up
for going round to the desert side of the island," the Sergeant and
Corporals all stated.
"That
side be covered with needle like rocks, it could cause havoc to our
ships," the flagship Captain argued.
"Then
drop our boats off further out, and park your fancy vessels away from them
rocks," the Sergeant responded. "I'll wade in if I have
to,"
"The
landing craft will get pulled by the current, out that far you could be dragged
out to sea, and if you survive that you will be sundered against them
rocks," another captain stated.
There was
silence for a moment as they all considered their options. They were also
waiting for the expedition leader to say something. Perseus hadn't spoken for a
goodly few minutes.
"We're
not going back through that wood," Perseus stated with crossed arms, his
leather bracers squeaking as they stretched across his chest.
"Not
without burning the whole fecking place down, no, I ain't taking my troop
through that meat grinder again," the Sergeant cut in firmly. "Them
giant hairy spiders are a menace and that be a true statement, the Gods know
what sick and twisted magic caused them things to be summoned here. But it
ain't natural, I tells ye that,"
"Them
things be straight from Tartarus, put money on it, I would," one of the
Corporals claimed, referencing their Greek name for hell.
"What
if we use the landing boats to guide the ships in through the rocks?"
Perseus wondered, trying to distract them from pontificating about the origins
of the giant creatures.
"What,
you think we can row them heavy ships in? Did that spider's hairy arsehole
knock you too hard on the head, or something, laddie?" The Sergeant
growled.
"No,
bear with me a moment, the captains said they can't visibly guide the ships
through the needle rocks, and the small boats could get carried away, but what
if we lashed the small row boats to the ships and used them with spotters to
guide us in, we could go on one by one," there was a pause of silence as
everyone considered the idea.
They looked
at each other, in disbelief to start with, but as more faces looked convinced
the tables turned on the idea.
"Ye
know that ain't a half bad idea there, lad," the flotilla Captain stated
with a firm nod. "I like where yer thinking is going, that's given me an
idea that I think could work; with a little bit more planning."
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Chapter 12 - Trying another approach to the island by Richard C H Davies
Perseus and
the troop
The next day
they sailed round the coastline of the island, carefully skirting around any rock
out cropping. The island was like a natural fortification, Perseus
concluded.
The salty
sea wind whipped at his face, where he stood at the bow of the flagship.
He had heard
the mutterings of the troops. The word was spreading that this was a cursed
expedition. Hell demons from Tartarus had been summoned, according to many. He
had asked the Sergeant to rouse them all with a speech and remind them that
they were all working for coin.
They waited
for the day there until very early the next morning.
The flotilla
captain had hatched a great plan, when they reached the other side of the
island.
They sent
their sleekest sailing ship, a scout cutter, through the rocks, with very few
crew on it, so it was as light and manoeuvrable as possible; with rowing boats
lashed to it to guide it through.
Then they
double anchored the ship. It was tied to the flagship with long lengths of
rope, some marks long in length, and then the rest of the troop used the rope
to guide them along and they rowed hard against the current to reach the other
ship, through the rocky assault course.
As the
growing troop reached the shore, they set up their defences and a camp.
The flagship
was rotated round as much as possible and the catapult was being readied.
They had
landed first thing in the morning; they weren't getting caught out again at
night in the dark.
Two medium
sized ballistae were transported across to shore, with some effort, and
positioned at their camp on land.
They had
also picked a number of the most able seamen and added them to the camp
strength to help defend it; and refill their numbers.
One of whom
joining their ranks was a very big and burly fellow seaman called Tarin, he
hefted a great war hammer; where he got it from nobody knew, but it was vast in
size. It had a long handle and would require a two handed swing to be
effective.
They joked
that he used it to crack nuts, but he said it was good for cracking heads to
pulp and they all soon settled down and left him to it.
Once they
were settled, they surveyed their surroundings.
The sand
stretched for a good few thousand marks, slap bang in the middle of the desert
there was some kind of ruined temple, beyond that the land stepped up with a
rocky scree, the woodland on one side and the hilly terrain up to the caves on
the other.
Perseus
shivered when he looked at the woodland. It looked so peaceful, serene and
picturesque from here but something was definitely wrong about the place.
A low mist
hung across the woodland; it was as if evil had taken hold there.
"It'll
take a good portion of the day to get to that temple," the Sergeant
pointed, ignoring the misty and evil woodland "but it's a good place for
camp and cover,"
"Hope
there be no more spiders out there," one of the Corporal's stated.
"You
and me both," the Sergeant grimaced then visibly shivered. "Give me
seasoned Greek warriors as an enemy any day of the week," he added.
"It's going to be hot going, but I don't much fancy the dark right
now," he concluded. "If we have to fight them again, I like the idea
of seeing them giant fuckers before they try and pounce on us,"
They all
nodded in agreement.
"Hopefully
they don't come out in the daylight," Perseus stated.
The camp
defences were readied and then the majority of the troop set off, with the camp
defenders set in place, a score of bowmen, spearmen and armed seamen, plus the
ballistae and the cover of the flagship catapult.
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Chapter 13 - Finding the temple by Richard C H Davies
Perseus and
the troop
The sun beat
down on the troop as they set off on the expedition for their second attempt.
The sun was fiercely strong, it reddened their skin, so they had to cover with
any fabric they could, as they trudged through the thick sand towards the
temple.
A heat
miasma caused a trembling blur on the horizon ahead of them, where the temple
stood, sometimes making it appear closer than it was.
Their camp
was a distant feature, and the flotilla of ships were tiny triangles, little
specs on the horizon.
They
eventually reached it at midday. The temple comprised of circular stone
columns, which had evidently been subject to some severe weathering, supporting
a semi collapsed structure in the centre. It may have had consisted of quite a
bit of timber as part of the building construction, at some time, but the
timber had long collapsed and rotted away; leaving only the stone.
It looked
quite ancient but yet advanced in design and construction; considering its evident
age.
The men
collapsed against the rocks on the outside of the temple, skirting round and
found some shade, thirstily draining their leather water pouches.
"Right,
let's have a looksee around this temple and see what it's all about," the
Sergeant dropped his pack and bedroll near one of his troopers, patted him on
the head and wandered inside.
Perseus
joined him and noticed that the Sergeant's hand rarely strayed far from the
hilt of his sword.
"Keep
your sparkly fancy shield up laddie, it don't look lived in here, but we don't
want this Medusa bitch pouncing on us. I'd never live it down with the lads,
having my trousers pulled down by a lass; and having my ass spanked."
Perseus
chuckled and hoisted his special mirrored shield up; the one that the Graeae
witches had reluctantly bestowed upon him. He also wore his magical imbued
chainmail vest. He drew his short sword and kept it horizontal and ready at his
side.
The two of
them stepped through the stone columns, under a buttress feature and then into
the central area of the temple. Their footsteps echoed around the stone walls
and columns.
"Not a
great sign," the Sergeant muttered, his voice echoed around the chamber,
he nodded his head towards a cluster of human skeletons. The skeletons were all
huddled together, many of their backs leaning against the far stone wall; as if
they had been sitting against it together when they expired. They were still
wearing what was left of their armour; which was torn to shreds.
Some of the
skeletons had limbs missing, or cracked bones, evidently cracked through force
not weathering or age.
Perseus
looked anxiously about the temple, peeking around columns and looking upwards,
half expecting a giant man-eating arachnid to be hanging above them; ready to
pounce.
Nothing but
sand and dust surrounded them.
They
searched the place and then crouched to examine the skeletons.
"This
weren't from them spiders," the Sergeant grimaced, he picked up a severed
bone and analysed it, turning it over and looking at the sharp snapped end.
"Look at that break there, clean as you like, something big has snapped
them bones," he felt it with his fingertips.
"Jaws
of some animal?" Perseus asked in bemusement.
"Maybe,"
the Sergeant looked around for other signs. "Whatever it was these poor
folk huddled here together, mayhap waiting for it to clear off, they died here,
with the wounded; together. There are at least twenty skeletons here, not badly
armed. Persians by the looks of it,"
"A
rotten way to go, it must have been quite a terrifying foe to cause them to
huddle to death like this,"
"Aye,
lad, aye. But don't ye worry yerself, ye won't see none of my men dying like
this, all cooped up like a bunch of chickens, every one of us would rather go
down swinging, be it against man, beast; or whatever fucking mischief is on
this cursed island."
A shout from
outside caused them to spring bolt upright. Then there was a raucous noise and
commotion. The sound of the men calling to arms. A drum was being beaten loudly
by their troops.
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Chapter 14 - Giant Scorpions attack! by Richard C H Davies
"Out,
let's go, I think we're about to find out what beasty it was, that did this,
lad."
They darted
through the network of columns and came upon a terrifying sight.
One of the
troopers had gone for a piss in the sand and a giant carapace had appeared,
emerging from the sand near the temple. Sand continued to pour off, like water,
around the giant creature as more and more of it lifted out of the sand.
The soldier
had struck at it with his sword, which had just ricocheted off the exoskeleton
without a scrape of damage.
A giant
clawed pincer appeared out of the sand, spraying sand in all directions. It
lunged out at the soldier. Before the other troopers could reach him, the giant
pincer claws had snapped the poor soldier clean into two pieces.
His body
collapsed in a lifeless heap, his blood soaking into the sand.
The rest of
the beast appeared from the sand, brandishing a deadly looking curved tail with
a large sharp looking stinger at the end of the tail. It displayed large, claw
like legs and two dark beady eyes.
"Giant
scorpion!" A soldier blared in disbelief.
Arrows were
already let loose but they bounced and rattled off the hard carapace of the
scorpion. It was even more heavily armoured than the spiders had been.
Its two dark
beady eyes turned upon the approaching and wary troop of soldiers. Long
crab-like legs appeared from the sand and the scorpion lunged forwards. It was
longer than the spiders had been and was a truly menacing and fearsome
sight.
It was a
sandy colour, nearly matching its environment. The cursed beast had been lying
hidden and camouflaged in the sand, waiting to ambush its prey.
"Call
in fire from the ship," Sergeant wailed at his master bowman. He knew it
was a long shot for the flagship at this range. They were likely on their
own.
A flare went
up into the air, possibly lost in the light of the midday sun. The warning horn
was blown long and heavy, a deep rumbling sound. The camp at the beach would
hopefully hear that at least and pass the message on.
A reply came
from the camp, a long low horn was blown.
"Shield
wall, steady now, spears at the ready, split into squads, surround the beast on
all sides,"
The scorpion
attacked the front of their line, it was faster and steadier than the spiders
had been, unimpeded by trees or fire.
"Hold
steady!" The Sergeant blared.
The scorpion
slammed into the shield wall, sending one trooper flying away. They managed to
dig their heels in and slow it down, squads of troops jogged to the sides of
the giant scorpion and lunged with spears. The troops moved as one, disciplined
in battle they were, searching for weak spots above its legs.
The armoured
carapace of the scorpion deflected most of the spear tips. A few were even
snapped.
It swung
left and right with its pincers and released a shrill cry. Then it lunged
forwards and snapped with its pincers. Without any effort it grabbed at legs
below the shields and lifted up two troopers, one in each pincer, and sliced
them apart.
Their bodies
dropped lifelessly to the sand; geysers of blood squirted from their
bodies.
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Chapter 15 - Giant Scorpion skirmish by Richard C H Davies
The soldiers
lowered their shields to protect their legs.
The stinger
tail attacked from the top, it lunged downwards and struck at a man's face,
catching him below his helmet, the pincer smashed through his face; killing him
instantly.
The tail
darted back and lunged into the chest of another soldier, causing his face to
go bright red and swell up; blood rushed from his mouth as he fell to his
knees; poisoned to death he collapsed to the ground.
"Seamen,"
Sergeant called to the select few seamen who had joined them, "hoist some
rope around that blasted stinger tail and pull it back. I want that fucking
tail out of striking distance from my men!"
The seamen
had brought a huge amount of rope and rigging with them, in case they needed to
climb or scramble up anything to get to the caves.
They hopped
straight to it, sprinting around the giant scorpion, giving it a wide
birth.
It seemed
distracted by the mass of soldiers surrounding it.
The stinger
struck out again, this time a burly soldier managed to raise his shield in
time. There was a bang from the impact and the stinger ricocheted away, the
burly soldier stumbled back, roaring in pain from his arm being hammered from
holding the shield against such an impact; but he soon returned to the shield
line.
The seamen
flung several grappling hooks around the tail and two lines of them pulled back
on the tail. They grunted and cried out as they heaved with all of their
might.
The scorpion
squealed in shock and tried to pivot round to free its tail, but harpoons were
thrown over the hard shell and tangled in its legs on the other side.
Then the
soldiers used the ropes to yank at it from either side, pinning it down.
The spearmen
jammed spears into soft spots where the legs joined under the shell, causing a
shriek from the scorpion.
It lunged
out with its pincer claws and struck out at shields, grabbed hold of and
snapped spears in half and caught the occasional unlucky limb and sliced it
from a body, causing a gush of blood and screaming.
Tarin waded
through the shield wall, hefting his mighty war hammer, and
strode straight at the head of the scorpion.
He wore no
armour or protection. Brave or stupid, he was a brutish sized man; albeit the
giant scorpion dwarfed the muscular fellow.
The mouth
parts of the scorpion snapped towards him, the rest of the troop spotted the
possibility that the war hammer might do some real harm, and they closed
forwards with their shields to deflect the pincer arms and mouth from
Tarin.
Without a
word he swung the mighty hammer up in an arcing swing and down straight into
the head of the scorpion, straight on top of the two eyes.
The hammer
made a bone crunching sound as it made impact, like cracking a nut with a
hammer. The head caved in, the eyes were crushed to a pulp.
The scorpion
collapsed forwards momentarily, screeching in agony.
It's stinger
tail flailed wildly, swinging seamen left and right, causing them to shriek in
surprise. The pincer claws snapped angrily, but the soldiers closed upon it,
driving their spears in, and Tarin lifted the hammer and swung down
again.
This time he
found meat, the hammer crunched through the cracked shell and resulted in
collapsing through the mushy insides of the scorpion, killing it dead.
The scorpion
collapsed, its legs and tail still twitching.
"Told
you, it cracks heads to a pulp," Tarin growled as he looked, straight
faced, back at the gawking troops; hefting his mighty war hammer over his
shoulder.
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Chapter 16 - Sexy game of shrunken man chess by Richard C H Davies
*
Bradb and
Morrigan – in Gorham's Cave
The next day
Bradb and Morrigan watched, through the eyes of one of Bradb's Sea Eagles, as
the small flotilla of ships had skirted around the island and weighed anchor on
the other side of the island.
They had
initially discussed the utter stupidity of this action by these mortal men, but
then realised their plan to land on the shore was quite ingenious and
organised.
It had
forced Bradb to deploy some of her oldest pets. She was very fond of the scorpions;
they were fiercely loyal and… quite fierce as well.
They
recalled a small skirmish many years back, a squad of Persian pirates had
landed here seeking to hide some treasure. The scorpions had torn them to
shreds and forced the survivors to huddle in the ancient temple until they
perished one by one.
Never had
Bradb expected one of her darling scorpions to be the victim of a brutally
ruthless attack by a War hammer.
"A
hammer… a hammer of all things, such an insult," Bradb screamed out in
spitting anger. "That fool of a thug has killed my wonderful
Thurlous," she referred to the scorpion. She watched its defeated and
collapsed body lying in the sand as the soldiers turned to their new
foes.
"Let me
crush them," Bradb reached out towards the tiny naked men on Morrigan's
side of the board.
Morrigan
swiftly slapped her hand away.
"No,
rules are rules. You need to take one of your scorpions off the board,"
Morrigan stated bluntly.
The tiny
naked men looked up in fear, then looked across at Bradb. They couldn't
understand this barbaric game these giant witches were playing.
"Fine,"
Bradb reluctantly picked up the front scorpion piece from the board, and gently
set it aside, then she pushed two more scorpions towards the troop of tiny
men.
"But,
rules are rules, I get to take off the soldiers lost, well one soldier for
every two lost. I believe that is our agreement," Morrigan nodded
reluctantly.
Bradb beamed
in victory.
She glanced
down towards their Viewing Pool and counted the magically transmitted image
floating in the pool. They had an aerial view of the battle from her Eagle's
eyes, it took more effort for her to project the image than it did for her to
contain it within her own vision.
"One,
two…" she counted the fallen dead bodies. "Twelve," she beamed.
"Twelve men. That means," she rubbed her hands together in front of
her as she looked down towards the board with tiny men. "That I get to
take six of you lucky things off the board," she smiled at them with a
devilish and wicked looking smile.
It struck
terror in their hearts as her giant hands reached down towards the lead
soldiers at the front line of attack on the board.
"Muuahhahaha,"
she laughed wickedly, as she grabbed hold of six tiny naked men.
They
struggled and tried to escape but it was to no avail.
"It's
been a long-time sister," Bradb looked towards Morrigan who nodded
hungrily. They were soaking up the men's fear in their Life Force Well, topping
their strength and power up.
Bradb looked
down at the terrified squirming contents in each of her hands. She looked so
eager, almost feverish, to shovel them inside her mouth. But she knew this
feeling. She had become accustomed to that yearning hunger over the many, many
years that they had existed.
She knew
that if she just shoved them in her mouth and ate them all that they would be
gone. She knew she should savour her little treats.
"Would
you like one sister?" She asked Morrigan, who nodded very abruptly, a
dribble of saliva eagerly escaped her beautiful lips and trickled down to her
chin.
Morrigan
leaned forwards and plucked one of the tiny men out from Bradb's fingers. She
held the tiny dangling man in front of her face and examined him.
"Hmm,
it's been too long indeed," she said and then gave him a long lick with
her tongue.
The man
cried out in terror, being licked by a hungry giantess was a truly terrifying
prospect. It surely meant that they were planning to eat these snack sized
men.
Bradb held
one of her hands up to her face and also examined the contents. The other hand
she lowered down to her waist.
She lifted
her gown and dropped three of the tiny men down between her legs.
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Chapter 17 - Trapped by the mammoth Woman cave! by Richard C H Davies
The three
soldiers landed on the cushion of the giant chair, where they had been
dropped.
They all
crouched as they landed to pad their falls, and they looked ahead of where they
were.
They
realised that they were surrounded by huge walls of dark skin, the huge thighs
of the giantess Bradb.
"Oh,
dear gods," one soldier exclaimed. "We are betwixt her giant
thighs,"
"Look,
it's her giant cock trap!" Another of the soldiers pointed towards the
huge, dark and hairy vagina which was like a cliff face at the end of the thighs.
It was dim of light in the place they were in but it was clear enough to
see.
"What
does she expect of us?" The third soldier blurted out, astounded at the
sight of her enormous sexual organ. "Does she mean to sit on us, or to fuck
us?"
"I
think we'll find out, quick run!" The first soldier shouted as the giant
fingers returned from above and the huge fingertips pressed against them,
pushing all three of them towards the giant vagina.
"Push
against them, come on lads!" They tried to dig their heels in, pressing
themselves against the fingertips, trying to push them back, as if they were
still in their shield wall.
It was
hopeless, the giant fingertips were powerful and relentless in their
purpose.
The tiny
soldiers were pressed towards the pussy without any delay. When they got closer
the fingertips did stop pushing for a moment.
They looked
up to see the enormous, beautiful, dark face of Bradb looking down upon
them.
She had a
radiant glow to her face, her full and plump lips were glistening and… they
could see tiny arms waving out from the mouth, and a human face.
It was one
of their own.
"Dear
gods!" They shouted. "She's shoved Hivvar into her mouth, she's gonna
eat him up," they cried out. "Stop! Don't eat him, stop it, you she-devil.
You witch!" The man was screaming and then with a loud slurping sound he
started to disappear further inside Bradb's giant mouth. Her huge plump lips
surrounded and subsumed him.
The giant
tongue emerged and curled around Hivvar's face and pushed against the top of
his head, pressing him inside her mouth.
The head
disappeared, followed by the arms and hands.
They watched
in horror as she sucked on their tiny comrade. They could see her as she
swilled him around her mouth, tossed him about and then… they saw a large bulge
travelling down her throat.
"Oh
gods… she is a demon… she is from Tartarus, of that there is no doubt… this
place is cursed…" the soldiers were all speaking in a stunned voice.
"Hmm…
he was tasty, a lovely and salty treat," Bradb smiled and rubbed her neck
and stomach.
Then her
giant eyes returned to look down upon them, her fingertips started to push them
towards the giant vagina again.
"Hmm,
I've been looking forward to feeling some tiny squirming people inside me for a
long time," the soldiers tried to resist her but she was just too
powerful. Her fingertips pressed them closer and closer towards the dark giant
vagina.
They could
see it glistening and wet in the torchlight flames flickering in the
room.
They could
smell her pungent scent. They could tell that she was very turned on, she was
ready to be penetrated.
For a normal
sized man this would be a moment of elation and inspiration. For their tiny
forms it was truly terrifying, as they stared down her mammoth woman
cave.
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