Empress Zalaq of the Inter-Galactic Federation stood before her Christmas tree
and peered into the glass sphere of one of the many ornaments that adorned the
tree. She marvelled at the beauty of the miniaturized world contained within the
sphere. This world, like the many others in her collection, contained billions
of living breathing & sentient life-forms.

"Ah, Drogsaw IV. The day of justice has come at last. Very soon you shall all
perish... but first I will have a little fun", Said the Empress as she gently
lifted the glass sphere from the tree.

Drogsaw IV's inhabitants could hear every word the Empress spoke and could see
her enormous face fill the sky. Many years ago a battle fleet from the
Drogsawnian empire crossed into the borders of the Inter-Galactic Federation
and made war upon them.

Empress Zalaq ordered her scientists to come up with a way to defeat the
Drogsawnians, but at the same time keep them alive and stripped of their
humanity. A crash matter reduction research program was instated under the
leadership of the renowned scientist, Professor Fidverk of the planet Gilkos II.

As the Drogsawnians conquered one world after another and made their way
towards the I.G.F. Capitol planet of Zaelfog, a scientific breathrough was made
by Fidverk in his research program. However, time was necessary for the weapon
to be equipped to the fleet's battleships, so Emperor Estos lead the remaining
ships of the I.G.F. 5th battle-fleet into combat as a diversionary measure and
to buy time for the weapon. Unfortunately, the Drogsawnians were too strong and
Emperor Estos died in combat.

Empress Zalaq wept bitterly upon the news of her husband's death. She demanded
vengeance and against the advice of her lieutenants, she demanded to be aboard
the ship which fired the new weapon. And so it was.

Empress Zalaq commanded the remainder of the I.G.F. fleet aboard the
Dreadnaught battleship Vengeance. Her orders were for the other ships to occupy
the Drogsawnian fleet while the weapon was made ready and entered into range.
When the time came the weapon was fired, emitting a green light which covered
nearly the entirety of the mighty Drogsawnian fleet. The effects were almost
instantaneous, and the Drogsawnian fleet disappeared off the I.G.F. Fleet's
radar.

"Empress? Where did they go? I detect no debris or warp signatures indicating
they are destroyed or have left the area." asked the flagship's bewildered
Captain.

"Captain, you will need to refine your instruments. I assure you they are still
out there." Empress Zalaq replied with a grin.

Meanwhile, aboard the Drogsawnian ships there was chaos. The stars and enemy ships seemed much larger since the I.G.F. shot them with that mysterious green ray...

"Hold your posts! Target the enemy flagship with all weapons and fire at will!"Ordered Admiral Ashtek of the Drogsawnian fleet.

The Drogsawnian fleet came around for a run against the I.G.F Flagship, but the I.G.F. Dreadnaught seemed big. Infinitely bigger than it had previously... And to make matters worse, the Drogsawnian beams were now unable to pierce it's armor.

"How did they get so big? Or have we... Get us out of here! Take us home, maximum speed!" Ordered Admiral Ashtek to his fleet.

The Drogsawnian fleet did not make it very far. An orange energy field covered the ships, and in a fraction of a second the inky blackness of space with it's pinpricks of stars was replaced with...

"Sir, we've lost main power and our weapons have been disabled! We cannot move.
And..." Ensign Drusad was interupted by a loud booming noise which shook the ship and seemed to be getting ever closer. Then with a creaking and groaning the ship was lifted miles into the air until it came to rest in front of the enormous face of a woman. She had cream colored skin, emerald eyes, and hair the color of crimson. Upon her head she wore a crown of silver and exquisite jewels giving away her nobility. The woman's perfect teeth were exposed in an evil grin. Admiral Ashtek knew right away who she was.

"Eeeempreess Zzzzalaq.... How can this be?" said the admiral as his knees quivered and he collapsed into his command chair.

Empress Zalaq had ordered the Drogsawnian flagship to be beamed into her ready room. She could barely contain her excitement as she went into the ready room and ordered the computer to lock the doors. There on the ready room floor was the enemy flagship, now no more than 3 feet in length. Very cautiously she approached the ship and knelt down to grab it. Taking the black metal ship in both hands she stood up and raised it before her face and peered inside the bridge. A smile crept across her face as she could see the miniature crew inside.

"Admiral Ashtek! Welcome aboard the I.G.F. flagship, Vengeance. A fitting name, as you will no doubt discover. For now, though, have a seat and let's discuss business. May I offer you a cup of tea?."

Empress Zalaq reached into her hip pocket and pulled out a phase scalpel, which she used to dissect the enemy ship. She tried to be as careful as possible so that the ship may be preserved for future study. After all, the Drogsawnians had superior military technology which would be useful if it could be adapted to the I.G.F. Fleet. When she had severed the enemy ship in half she took both pieces in her hands and dumped the contents on the desk in front of her and sat down to admire her handiwork.

Admiral Ashtek could do nothing as the giant Empress sliced his ship in half as though it were made of butter. All he could do was hope that not too many of his crew were lost in the ordeal, though perhaps death would be preferable to what was to come...

He held on tightly to his command chair as his ship was split in half but he was not strong enough to withstand the enormous forces which shook him and his crew violently out of the severed hull and onto an enormous flat ground which he quickly realized was the ready room desk. turning around, Ashtek could see the enormous form of Empress Zalaq sitting in front of the desk. She had to have been 500 feet tall, at least. Her enormous green eyes were curiously watching the chaos that unfolded before her as the Drogsawnian crew ran every which way in a vain effort to escape. After what seemed like an eternity of seconds her eyes fell upon Ashtek.

Empress Zalaq stifled laughter as she watched battle-hardened men and women of the Drogsawnian fleet run into each other and stumble over debris. She was also amazed by how tiny they all were. She estimated they could not be more than 1 inch in height. One of the tiny crewman in particular stood out due to his ornately decorated uniform. Zalaq's attention fell immediately on him.

"Ah, Admiral Ashtek! I knew you were around here somewhere. My offer of tea still stands, would you like some?"

The admiral said nothing.

"Ah, well, I believe I will have a cup of Earl Grey and a Chocolate Sundae.
Computer, please make this so!"

In short time both items appeared out of thin air on the desk amidst the chaos and rubble.

"Now, let's get down to business. Admiral, you have invaded our space and killed a great number of people. Oh what am I to do with you?" said the Empress with scorn in her eyes.

"Your people have lived a decadent existance for hundreds of years while my people have been relegated to darkness! You will not torture me, for I choose death!", yelled Ashtek as he reched in his holster for his phase pistol.

Before Empress Zalaq could react he pointed the pistol at her enormous face and pulled the trigger... Nothing happened. He tried a different setting and this time pointed it at his own head. Again, nothing happened.

Empress Zalaq roared with laughter. "Did I fail to mention that all your weapons have been disabled by the transporter beam?"

"Not all weapons." Ashtek said as he reached for his dagger.

He had almost succeeded in plunging it into his chest when the Empress flicked it out of his hand and into some unreachable part of the ready room floor.

"You Bitch! You broke my arm!", screamed Ashtek in agony.

"And I guarantee you I will break more than that before the day is over. Now, how about some of this delicious sundae? Who want's some?", said the Empress as she spooned out a generous helping and raised it to her mouth.

"Mmmm. I think it is missing something, though. These damn replicators are unable to replicate miniature Drogsawnians. I think I will go for the real thing." giggled Zalaq as began looking for a new victim.

Ensign Laril's heart beat loudly in her chest as she hid behind a piece of rubble. She had just turned 23 and had joined the Drogsawnian fleet to pay back the I.G.F. whom many Drogsawnians blamed for their misfortunes. She had peered out over the top of the chunk of metal to watch her brave admiral stand up to the evil bitch, Empress Zalaq. Now the giant Empress turned her eyes towards her.

Ensign Laril gasped and ducked down, hoping it was not too late. "Why oh why didn't I stay down?" she muttered to herself. Then out of nowhere an enormous female finger flicked away the chunk of rubble as if it were a crumb. Ensign Laril screamed and tried to crawl away, but it was too late.

"Well, what do we have here? Trying to hide, are we?" Empress Zalaq said as she reached down and carefully plucked up the screaming ensign.

Empress Zalaq raised the miniature woman before her face and scaned her intently. What she observed was a young woman not unlike herself. She could not have been much older than 20. Her beautiful yet frightened face was crowned with short hair as black as the night sky. Empress Zalaq almost felt pity for her, but then she remembered the unprovoked attack which killed her husband and many of her people. Her predatory instinct began to kick in.

"My religion forbids me to eat the flesh of animals, but says nothing about insects. That is what your entire race will soon become." said Zalaq, now baring her teeth.

"A few of you will have the honor and privilege of being consumed by me personally. What my imperial body deems of value in you shall be made a part of me, and the rest of you shall exit my anus in the form of my excrement. That would no doubt be an improvement over your present forms. As for the rest of you, well, we shall see... but a lady of noble birth such as myself has only a limited appetite. I must therefore choose only the best for my diet." said the empress, eyeing the tiny woman in her fingers.

"No! No! No! Don't eat me! Noooooo!", screamed Ensign Laril as she struggled to escape the grip of the giant fingers. But her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears and she was dropped onto the ice cream.

"Now, you all must shed your clothes and equipment. I do not want indigestible uniforms clogging up my intestines, nor do I trust you in my gullet with knives such as the one Ashtek pulled.", commanded the Empress to her miniature prisoners.

Some complied to this command, yet most didn't. Seeing their refusal the empress grabbed a random man and with the phase scalpel in the other hand she slowly and deliberately severed every one of his limbs. There was no blood to be seen, because the phase scalpel cauterizes flesh, so there was no danger of him bleeding to death. Yet, he could feel the painful searing heat of the scalpel as it severed his limbs. Everyone could hear his screams of agony and trembled.

Empress Zalaq then popped the limbless man in her mouth and began to chew. After a few seconds she then spit out a bloody formless mass on the table of what used to be a man. The bloody mass was in plain site of everyone.

"Now strip! Or else I'll do the same to the rest of you.", she said. Now, everyone complied and began to shed their uniforms and gear. Satisfied, Zalaq then raised her spoon and began to eat.

Ensign Laril was going into shock. She witnessed the death of one of her crewmen at the hands of the evil Zalaq. This proved to her that all the evil things said about this woman were true, and then some. Yet, she did not want to meet the same fate so she took off her boots and then her gear and uniform, which was not an easy task because she had difficulty staying in an upright position on the icecream on which the demented Zalaq had placed her.

She had no sooner shed and cast off her clothing than an enormous spoon came down next to her into the icecream. She felt the cold ground begin to lift up as if she were on a volcano about to erupt. But the cruel giantess was only playing with her and did not spoon her up... at least not this time.

Empress Zalaq smiled at the tiny woman in her icecream bowl who screamed as she spooned up a bit of syrup covered icecream. For now, though, she had another target in mind...

Ensign Drusad felt like he was in some strange dream. No, it was a nightmare. He kept slapping himself trying to wake up but couldn't. Nothing seemed right ever since that green ray covered their fleet. Now he was naked and tiny, on the table of some ready room with his crewmates being tormented by an enormous redheaded bitch. He would have been content to be a delivery man like his father, but war came and he was drafted.

Drusad knew that in that icecream bowl was his friend, Ensign Laril, whom he had a crush on from the moment he saw her. When the Empress lowered the spoon into the bowl he felt for sure she was a goner, and wept bitterly and angrily out of frustration. But the icecream laden spoon did not go into the mouth of the Empress. The look upon Zalaq's face seemed to indicate she was searching for something.

Drusad gulped down his fear as the spoon slowly descended towards him. There was no point in running, and he knew resisting could lead to torture, so he stood his ground as a wall of ice cream slammed into him. Now half embedded in the cold creamy substance, he managed to free his head and was able to breath, but his eyes were covered and he couldn't see. His stomach churned as he felt the spoon being lifted high into the air.

The next thing he knew he was pressed deeper into the icecream and rolled around in some warm wet cave. The mass of ice cream that held him quickly dissolved and was separated from his body. Then he, along with the melted ice cream and warm liquid were sucked back deeper into the cave and fell hundreds of feet until landing with a splash in some foul smelling depths. Of course Ensign Drusad knew what really was going on, and he knew where he was. He was in hell.

Empress Zalaq shuddered with pleasure as she felt the tiny man slide down her throat.

"You'd think being an Empress would make one feel powerful, but true power is knowing that your body's natural processes are going to destroy your most hated enemies. I think I'll have to make your entire species a regular part of my diet.", she said, and laughed.

Empress Zalaq thus began her feast on the Drogsawnian crew. Some she chewed, but most she swallowed whole, delighting in the pleasurable sensations their naked and struggling bodies produced in her stomach. When she was finished she had consumed a total of 23 males and 4 females. Many more miniature Drogsawnians were left, though, including the young female ensign in her now empty bowl.

Now satiated, the Empress emitted a light burp from her mouth and leaned back in her chair with her hands on her stomach. "Ahhh, that was quite a meal! Can't help but wonder what it is like in there. You know, I can feel them squirming around. It is quite an exquisite sensation. Unfortunately there is no more room, but perhaps we can find room for the rest of you in another cavity?" said Zalaq, as she undid the buttons on her jumpsuit.

As she stepped out of the jumpsuit she felt that she had grown moist through her silken panties while eating her prey. The strong smell of her sex now wafted through the air and all her captives were made aware of the sickening aroma. "How embarassing! I had better get out of these and into a new pair." said Zalaq, blushing.

She then pulled her panties off and flung them onto the ready room table where they landed ontop of the hull of the once mighty Drogsawnian battleship. The sight of her soaked panties ontop of what once was the mightest ship in the enemy fleet only added to her arousal. "Mmmm, anyone here want to give me satisfaction?" She asked.

Despite their predicament, most of the men on the table felt ashamed and betrayed by their own bodies to find that their penises had grown erect at the sight of Zalaq's now exposed neatly trimmed red bush and moistened Labia. Now, it might have been that some or all of the men would have volunteered to satisfy here, but they didn't get the chance to. For you see, Empress Zalaq was aiming to punish, not please, her prey. So she reached out and grabbed one of the few who were not aroused by her naked body: the female Ensign in her ice cream bowl.

Ensign Laril screamed as Zalaq's fingers closed around her naked body none too gently, and lifted her out of the bowl and in front of the face of the giant Empress.

Zalaq admired the soft and supple breasts of the tiny woman whom she had teased with her spoon during her meal. "My, what a beautiful young woman you are", Zalaq said.

"I...I... Th..ank y.. yyyy..ou." responded the nervous and shaking Ensign.

"What is your name, sweety?" asked Zalaq.

Ensign Laril struggled to answer, but took too long.

"It doesn't matter what your name is, because you are cunt-fodder. You understand? You are food for my hungry cunt, and nothing more." Said Zalaq.

Ensign Laril merely sobbed as she was lowered down the length of Zalaq's body where she came to rest briefly in front of Zalaq's stomach. Ensign Laril thought she could hear screaming voices coming from within, but perhaps that was her imagination... Further down she went until she was between the Empress's cream colored thighs. The sickening smell of Zalaq's arousal filled her nostrils and made her almost vomit.

The worst nightmare of any hetero-sexual woman was thus experienced by Ensign Laril as her shrunken and naked body was slowly inserted into Zalaq's hungry and cavernous vagina. Laril screamed and flailed about wildly at the approaching Labia like a hell cat, but it was to no avail.

Indeed, Zalaq merely moaned with pleasure as she felt the woman resist insertion. After hesitating a moment, she then shuddered with pleasure as she pushed the woman inside of her.

Laril came into contact with Zalaq's moistness which covered her head and face. She tried to scream but the viscuous liquid filled her mouth. The next thing she knew she was pushed deep into a dark place. She struggled to get to her feet and make a break for the entrance... she thought maybe if she could get out somehow she could get to the floor and hide somewhere. But the surface all around her was too soft and slippery and she could not keep her feet.

Zalaq closed her eyes and focused on the sensations coming from her stomach and cunt. "Does that bitch really think she has a chance of escape?" she asked to no one in particular and then began to toy with her clit. Feeling an orgasm settin in, she really wondered if her captive would survive, but she was going to find out.

Zalaq screamed as she experienced an orgasm more strongly than any she ever experienced before in her life. Little did she know that her the little woman inside her was screaming also, but for a different reason.

"Ensign Laril could only hear the gurgling activity of Zalaq's internal organs all around her. The smell and heat were terrible. To make matters worse, the cavern now trembled and began to contract all around her. Screaming, she felt the walls tighten...

"Ahhh, that was exquisite! In addition to diet I shall have to make your species a regular part of my sex life." Zalaq managed before nearly fainting in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Zalaq struggled to regain her composure and lifted her panties off the hull of the Drogsawnian ship and slipped them back on. She had no sooner put on her spandex jumpsuit when the ready room door chimed.

"Enter! Zalaq said, in a trembling voice.

A moment later the doors opened and in walked Zalaq's handmaiden Kadrin. She was tall, fair of face and strong despite her beauty. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. She did not know of what had transpired moments before and seemed amazed by the ship on the table.

"Empress, I hope all is well. You have spent an unusually long amount of time in here alone....Oh, umm... is this a model ship?" Kadrin asked with curiousity.

"It is now." Zalaq laughed. "But it once was the mightiest ship in the Drogsawnian fleet. Go ahead and take a closer look."

Kadrin leaned over the table and gazed in wonder at the ship hull which was neatly severed in two. She looked around the surface of the table and her mouth dropped open when she noticed tiny naked humanoids amidst the debris. "What the...hell?!"

"It is a long story, Kadrin. You are not cleared for the details of how this came to be, but if it helps any, yes, they are real. This is one of the ships which invaded our space and began killing our people. You may do what you wish with the rest of the crew, but clean up this mess for me, and promise not to tell anyone about this, okay?" Zalaq said.

"Oh... Yes Empress! Err, I mean yes Empress." Said Kadrin, barely able to contain her excitement.

"I've just had a little fun with them and now I need to take a shower, if you know what I mean." Zalaq said with a wink. "As I said, do what you wish but try to make them suffer. They deserve nothing more." And with that Empress Zalaq departed the ready room for her personal quarters.

Kadrin didn't pay much attention to what her Empress was saying. Her attention was fixed solely on the tiny people on the table before her. She was relieved when the Empress finally left so she could have a little fun of her own.

"I wonder what I should do with you all. As a handmaiden I am sworn to a life of celibacy, and yet I do feel a stir in my loins at the sight of all you naked men. Empress Zalaq says you are to be punished, and punished you shall be... but how?" Asked Kadrin.

"I suggest you let us go at once!" Demanded Admiral Ashtek, who had managed to survive Zalaq's meal.

Kadrin began to laugh. "You are in no position to bargain. I will do with you all as I please. Who are you to make demands?"

"I am none other than the infamous..." Ashtek began to answer, but Kadrin's hand closed in around him and muffled his reply.

"I don't care who you are. I am in command now, and you will learn to obey me." Kadrin said as she took off her boots and dropped the screaming Admiral inside.

"I have to do a lot of work in these boots. I think my feet deserve a massage." Said Kadrin as she lowered her foot into the boot and wriggled her toes over the tiny Admiral.

Ashtek screamed as he fell several stories until he landed on the soft lining of the interior of Kadrin's boot. Heat radiated over his body in every direction. It was a damp musty heat and smelled very sour. He gagged over the wretched odor and tried to climb his way out of the boot when the enormous sock clad foot of Kadrin came down and pushed him deep inside the boot. He felt her enormous toes wriggling over his naked form.

"He will stay in there until he forgets his name and former life and accepts me as his only master." Kadrin said with a smirk.

She then pulled out a porta-vac from the ready room closet and began to clean up the debris. She accidently sucked a few miniature Drogsawnians into the dust bag during cleaning, but didn't care as long as most of them remained for her to play with later on. After she was done cleaning up she put the remainder of the crew into a bag and scooped up the hulls and along the way she dropped the hulls off in the science lab before coming to the door of her personal quarters. She entered the room and ordered the computer to lock the doors...

Meanwhile, Empress Zalaq was in her own quarters with the doors locked. She slipped out of her clothes as she entered the bathroom. She stood there, naked, and alone for a few minutes in front of the mirror thinking over all the evil she had done, and enjoying the writhing mass of shrunken people inside her stomach which was now becoming less intense.

Zalaq frowned as she realized there was no further movement inside her vagina. Carefully reaching inside herself, she extricated the limp body of her victim and looked her over. The tiny woman was covered in her vaginal fluid and did not respond to poking or prodding. With a shrug she dropped the lifeless body into the toilet and sat down to relieve herself.

Ensign Laril woke up with a jolt as she felt herself fall into cold water. She looked around and up but all she could see was darkness. There were not even any stars or moons in the sky of this strange world she had entered. A loud burst in the sky filled her nostrils with the most revolting smell she had ever known. "Where the hell am I?!" she screamed.

More sounds followed from above and she began to remember the giant Empress Zalaq who had done wicked horrible things to her and her crewmates. This was no lake or ocean she was into... "Oh my god, please god, no!" She screamed as she realized where she was. All at once a colossal mass from above crashed down onto her and pushed her under the water...

Empress Zalaq stood up and wiped herself clean. She looked down into the toilet and laughed to find no trace of the body... her massive log had buried it completely. "Too bad she was already dead", Zalaq thought to herself. "It would be far more entertaining to torture living victims in this way. Oh well, something to try in the future", she laughed as she flushed away her bodily waste.

"Bridge to Empress Zalaq, we are entering the Drogsawnian solar system as per your orders. The Drogsawnian Royal shuttlecraft is approaching asking to negotiate a peace treaty. What are your orders?" Came a voice over the intercom.

"Inform our friends that I will meet them personally, unarmed, in cargo bay 2." Zalaq answered.

"But Empress, cargo bay 2 is not large enough to accomodate the Drogsawnian's Shuttlecraft..." The voice replied.

"Is that so? Well, I think I have an idea..." Zalaq answered with a grin.

Queen Haalei II of the Drogsawnian kingdom could not believe that her mighty fleet under the command of renowned admiral Ashtek could have been defeated by the decadent forces of the inferior-Galactic Federation. Yet on her doorstep approached the IGF battlefleet which was for the most part intact. The Queen shook her head. It just did not make sense. But with her fleet gone or destroyed, her kingdom was in danger and so she now sent her beloved daughter of 26 years, Princess Sosha to negotiate an end to hostilities with the approaching enemy fleet.

Sosha was a skilled pilot and needed no assistance in making the flight to intercept the I.G.F. flagship. However, for security reasons several guards accompanied her, along with her friend and guardian, Xeuner. Xeuner was 8 feet tall and covered in green fur. He was immensely strong, but only spoke in grunts and yells. Sosha on the other hand was a petite 5'2" with blue eyes and golden hair.

The trip was for the most part uneventful, though Xeneur kept grunting and chewing on the seats. As the shuttlecraft approached the I.G.F. flagship, Sosha and her guards couldn't help but wonder how these inferior ships had managed to defeat their people in combat. "Drogsawnian vessel, prepare to be beamed into the cargo bay", said a female voice over the com system.

"Beam a whole ship into a cargo hold? How in the world could they manage to beam something so large?!" asked Sosha as a green light enveloped the shuttle.

Empress Zalaq entered the cargobay just as the shrunken alien shuttle was beamed inside. The shuttle was about the same size as the Drogsawnian flagship had been, and since the shuttle was much smaller to begin with this must mean the crew inside were much larger than the crew of the shrunken flagship had been. Zalaq knelt down in front of the shuttle for a closer look.

Meanwhile, inside the shuttlecraft there was chaos as the ground around them began to shake. Something dark and massive came into view in front of the viewscreen. It took a moment for Sosha to realize that she was now looking at an enormous black boot. She screamed as the shuttle was lifted up and up before coming to a stop in front of an enormous face with evil green eyes and a cruel smile. "Empress Zalaq!" one of the guards shouted. Xeneur roared loudly in anger.

Empress Zalaq couldn't see the crew inside the shuttlecraft, but she knew they could see her and she smiled wickedly at the thought of their reaction to her enormous face filling the shuttle's viewscreen. She then tucked the shuttle under one arm and carried it off to her ready room, where she carefully placed the shuttle on the table and sat down. "Computer, open a channel with the Drogsawnian shuttle".

"Channel open", replied the monotone voice of the ship's computer.

"Welcome aboard, crew of the Drogsawnian shuttle! I apologize for reducing your size, but it was necessary for security reasons. Please, step out of the ship unarmed so we may discuss the terms of your surrender." Zalaq said, as she reclined back in her chair with her attention fixed firmly on the door of the shuttlecraft. After several minutes of hesitation the doors finally opened...

Out of the shuttlecraft emerged the tiny forms of two Drogsawnian Imperial guards. Behind them came a woman of obviously noble birth, for she wore a silver gown and a tiara studded with fine jewels. By her side was a (relatively) enormous creature with green fur who looked up at Zalaq and roared in a now high-pitched voice. Zalaq could barely stop herself from breaking out in laughter at the sight of the odd creature before her.

"I am princess Sosha of the Drogsawnian empire, and I have come to parlay a truce between our two realms. Please restore me and my crew to our original size at once!" shouted Princess Sosha in a high-pitched squeak.

Zalaq brought her finger tips of both hands together as she reclined back in her chair, as if deep in thought. Finally she gave her reply: "I can't restore you to your original size. Our scientists have not developed a means to re-expand matter. I'm afraid you will remain at this reduced size forever."

"You bitch! I demand that you order your scientists to develop a way to reverse this process at once!" squeaked the miniature princess.

"You are in no position to issue demands, as you can plainly see. My scientists will not be developing a way to expand matter, because I will not commission any such research. You see, I find it much more fun to reduce my enemies and then torment them." Zalaq answered with an evil glint in her green eyes.

"You evil bitch! I will destroy you first!" Screamed the shrunken princess as two more guards, as if on cue, exited from the shuttlecraft with weapons drawn.

Zalaq was taken by surprise as a jolt of intense heat scorched her shoulder. Unfortunately, the energy pistols of the Drogsawnians were intended for much smaller targets, so all they did to the gigantic woman was inflict pain and enrage her. The guards did not expect their default setting would be ineffective and so they stopped and attempted to increase the setting to maximum... this was all the time Zalaq needed to strike the guards with a clenched fist which sent them flying off the table and onto the floor.

Commander Zerg landed on the floor in intense pain. He was still clutching his energy pistol in his right hand but his arm was shattered from the blow of the giantess's fist. He could not feel his right arm nor move it so he reached over with his left hand. Before he could grab it, an enormous shadow fell over him. He looked up to see Empress Zalaq looking down on him with her hands on her hips. Zerg screamed as she lifted her boot high over him. The black boot began to descend, slowly.

Zerg's life began to flash before his eyes as the boot drew closer. He could now begin to make out the treads, the patterns of which became a strange sort of comfort to him in his dying moments. Pieces of dirt and debris and even scuffmarks were now visibile to him as the heel of the boot came down on his legs, crushing them underneath. He screamed out in agony as his lower half was crushed into a pulp. The upper half of the boot now began to descend slowly onto the upper half of his body and as it pressed against his skin, Zerg kissed and worshipped it, licking the dirt and debris away with his tongue. For in the madness of his final moments he seen it as the liberator of his agony. Zerg then heard his ribs crack and then knew nothing more...

Zalaq slowly and meticulously crushed the body of the guard under the heel of her boot. She knew that crushing the lower half first would prolong her victim's suffering and did so. She then twisted her foot for good measure, and when she lifted up her boot to inspect her handiwork all that remained was a gorey mess for Kadrin to scrub out later on, but for now...

Lieutenant Jaoid had the misfortune of losing his phase pistol as he flew across the table. He scanned the floor for it, and spotted it approximately 50 feet away. He began to crawl towards it when a shadow fell over him. He looked up and seen the enormous Empress with hands on her hips staring down, but not at him. "Shit! Commander Zerg is done for!" He gasped, and began to crawl as fast as his arms and broken legs could carry him. He looked back in time to see the giant woman twisting her heel into the floor and then lift it revealing a bloody gore that was once his comrade. Nearly vomiting, and with little time to spare, Jaoid continued until he was within 10 feet of his pistol. His heart sank, however, when a booming female voice pounded in his ears...

"Where do you think you're going?!" Zalaq shouted, as her hand came down and plucked up the crawling man off the floor.

Zalaq lifted the tiny man to her face and looked him over carefully. He could not have been over 6 inches tall. Far too large to swallow whole, but she was determined to make him suffer for firing on her so in a carnal rage she bit off his legs. She found the taste of raw meat repulsive, so she spit out the severed limbs, but she had acheived her goal of inflicting pain, as evidenced by the screams now emanating from the tiny man's mouth.

"Stop your screaming!" Zalaq yelled as she squeezed him tightly within her fist until the screaming subsided. She then threw the limp body across the room where it landed with a splat against the wall and slowly slid down in a trail of blood. Yes, Kadrin would have quite a mess to clean up this time...

Princess Sosha, Xeneur, and the other two guards had ran back into the shuttle during the whole ordeal and wondered what they should do. The shuttle would afford them some safety and time, but not much. Someway or another Zalaq would find a way of getting them out and then she would extract her revenge. For now, though, Sosha powered up the shuttle's engine and lifted up off the table. Unfortunately, diplomatic shuttlecraft such as this were not equipped with any sort of weapons, but perhaps with careful piloting she could ram into the Empress and do her some damage...

Zalaq heard the hum of the shuttle's engines and ducked just in time as the shuttle zipped past where her head and just been. Miniaturized or not, the shuttle's hull would have surely fractured her skull. Zalaq was now full of adrenaline and a menacing sight to behold as sweat covered her brow, her reddish hair had come undone and blood covered her jumpsuit. She took up a fighting stance as the shuttle prepared for another attack.

Princess Sosha was a skilled pilot and had evaded rocks in an asteroid field once, but that was with a much more maneuverable spacecraft. Diplomatic shuttlecraft were not intended for evading blows from enormous women. Nonetheless, she did a good job of evading Zalaq's punches and was now on her second attempt at raming her in the head.

This time Zalaq was more prepared, and as the shuttle zipped past, she quickly spun around and seized it with both hands. "Ha! You're mine now bitch!" Zalaq shouted as the shuttle struggled to break free from her grasp.

"Damn it!" Sosha shouted as she pounded her fists on the controls. If this were a proper ship Sosha would have engaged the hyperdrive and crashed the shuttle into the wall. It would have killed her and her crew, but it would probably have killed Zalaq as well. Sadly, this was a short-range shuttle and lacked a hyperdrive.

Zalaq set the shuttlecraft on her chair and then sat down on it with all her weight. She needed to calm down a bit after the ordeal she had just been through with her disobedient captives. With deep breathes, she took her time pondering what to do next. Fortunately, she could relax knowing that the shuttle could not possibly escape with the full weight of her ass holding it down...

After regaining her composure, Zalaq grabbed the shuttle tightly within both hands so it could not escape and very carefully used her phase scalpel to cut open the shuttle's door. It was a shame to destroy the shuttle, and Zalaq would have loved to have it displayed proudly in her ready room, but unfortunately her prisoners were insubordinate and needed punishing. Tiny screams and shrieks could be heard as she reached her hand inside and pulled out the crew one by one and dropped them on the table. She then set the shuttle down on the floor and rubbed her hands together in anticipation.

"Hey you, beast man. I don't know what you are, but obviously you are not Drogsawnian. I have no beef with you, and may even let you go. But first prove your worth by killing the two guards for me." Zalaq said, pointing to Xeneur. Xeneur roared disapproval and did nothing.

"Aw, come on. If you do this I will give you a treat. I'm sure the replicator has something for hairy monsters", said Zalaq in feigned disappointment. Yet Xeneur would not move.

"Do it or I will squash the princess like an insect!" Zalaq demanded angrily, and to emphasize her point she brought her fist down on the table. Xeneur then roared angrily and took off after both guards, who were unarmed and screamed as they hairy creature approached. They ran across the table, but Xeneur was too quick and on catching them he quickly ripped off their limbs and heads.

"Bravo!" laughed Zalaq. You have proven yourself a worthy servant and I shall spare you. I will even reward you with a treat, as promised," her voice now becoming husky as if aroused by the violence. Neither princess Sosha or Xeneur knew what the Empress meant by 'treat', but it soon became obvious as Zalaq unzipped her jumpsuit and began to undress.

"Oh, you nasty whore! Xeneur would sooner die than become your dildo," Sosha blurted out.

"It looks like Xeneur has other ideas, don't you my little beast man?" Zalaq laughed, pointing at Xeneur's engorged genitals. "My goodness, he must be 15 inches long, or would be if he were normal sized! Yes, he will do quite nicely." Zalaq said, letting her panties slip to the floor.

Princess Sosha rolled her eyes in disgust as Zalaq gently grabbed her furry friend and began to caress his tiny body over her own. "One hairy monster deserves another, so why don't you get yourself acquainted with my hairy wet cunt?" Zalaq asked in a husky voice.

Xeneur roared in delight and began to stroke his member as he was brought in close to Zalaq's red bush. The musky aroma filled his nostrils and made him shiver with pleasure. With an audible slurp his head was swallowed up by the giant woman's enormous labia. He then felt himself sliding in deeper, and then out, and so on...

"OOOh, this is amazing. He is roaring inside of me. I can feel it..." Zalaq said in a quivering voice as she moved the dildo in and out of herself. This continued for several minutes, which to princess Sosha seemed like an eternity of revulting sounds, and a sickening odor. Finally Zalaq screamed in orgasm and felt her muscles tighten around her hairy dildo.

When Zalaq pulled Xeneur out of herself his matted fur was covered in her slime. Xeneur didn't seem to mind, however, and seemed to enjoy himself as he licked his fur clean of her juices. Princess Sosha turned her head away in disgust.

"Bridge to Empress Zalaq. We are now within targetting range of the Drogsawnian solar system, what are your orders?" asked a voice over the ship's intercom.

"Excellent! Arm the shrink weapon. I shall be there momentarily. Zalaq out." answered the Empress.

"No! You can't shrink an entire world for your perverse pleasures!" squeaked the tiny princess.

Zalaq reached for her panties. "I'm sorry Princess. I have a date with destiny and I need new panties." Zalaq laughed and then went over to the ready room replicator. "Which sort of panties would be appropriate for what I'm about to do? What color looks good on me? Satin or cotton? Thong or fullback? Oh, decisions! What would you advise, princess?"

"I would advise you go to hell!" The princess squeaked.

"Only bad girls go to hell, and I'm a good girl." Zalaq laughed. "Computer, replicate me a pair of green satin fullback panties, size... uh, medium." The replicator buzzed and within a short time the requested panties materialized on the collection grid. "See, if I were a bad girl I would wear a thong. Besides, these are more comfortable and are roomier." Zalaq said with a wink as she slipped the panties on.

Princess Sosha did not like what that wink implied, and started to back away slowly. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to go.

"Please remove your clothes and tiara. I assure you that you will not need them where you are going," said Zalaq, as she approached the table.

Princess Sosha fell to her knees and began to cry. "No! Please kill me. Don't put me in...in... your panties..."

Xeneur, who had now turned into a traitor, went over to the princess and ripped off her clothes from her sobbing form. "Very good, Xeneur! You shall be rewarded later." Zalaq said with a wink. Xeneur merely roared in excitement.