Chip Grinder was driving his truck, while his sister Pearl sat in the passenger seat and Polly Price sat in the middle. Chip didn't waste any time getting on the freeway, and drove swiftly north to San Luis Obispo at a speed that was just shy of what it would've taken to get him pulled over if a cop saw him. Hannah Holland had a hard time keeping up. Her car was less crowded than Chip's; her sister Hayley sat in the passenger seat, while Crystal Mae Miller and Susan Stabler sat in the back. Pulling up the rear, G-girl was driving behind Hannah with Ashleigh Ashbury in the passenger seat. Hannah and G-girl drove hell-bent-for-leather, weaving in and out of traffic as they followed Chip.
Back at Pearl's house, Taz was busy licking her right index finger and sticking one captive at a time into transparent titanium cartridges. She left each cartridge open because she knew she would have to feed the captives once she got them situated. She left Sparky, Zu-Zu, and Wam-Wam in their own cartridge separated from the others, on the voice amplifier. Taz worried about Sparky, because he was considered a rat by the Mexican captives from Ashwood City. Once all of the Mexicans from Ashwood City were in their places, Taz began opening the other cartridges, careful not to get them mixed up with Hannah's captives. There were close to ten-thousand captives that Hannah had purchased in Ashwood City, but there were another fifty or so who were locals, and belonged to some of the other girls.
"It's breakfast time!" Taz said to the tiny captives. "What do you guys feel like eating?"
Sparky heard comments from some of the captives, but Taz couldn't hear them. Since the voice amplifier was on, he relayed the message to Taz. "They say they're tired of peanut butter! The two girls who captured them gave them that, and they want more of a variety!"
"How about eggs and fried potatoes?" said Taz. "I can use the cheese grater to make hash browns!"
Sparky heard the assent of the Mexicans, and informed Taz that potatoes and eggs would be fine. While Taz got busy peeling potatoes, Sparky sat down on one end of the transparent titanium cartridge he shared with Zu-Zu and Wam-Wam, who were busy making out. Wam-Wam caught Sparky staring out of the corner of his eye, and stopped kissing Zu-Zu.
"You ought to ask Taz to score you a girlfriend from the Ashwood City pile!" said Wam-Wam.
"A Mexican bitch from Ashwood City?" said Sparky, with a look of disgust on his face. "I'm better off with a local chick!"
"Look around you!" said Wam-Wam. "All those people from Ashwood City are gonna get killed! G-girl is called G-girl for a reason! The 'G' stands for gangster, born and bred! There has to be at least one bitch in that crowd you'd like to holler at, because I guarantee you, once G-girl gets back from San Luis, those Ashwood City Julios are history!"
"You would be doing someone a favor!" said Zu-Zu. "If you save a life, does it really matter what part of California they're from?"
"Yeah," said Sparky, "you guys are right!"
Sparky stood up and went to the opening of the cartridge, and called out for Taz. Taz came to the voice amplifier, spatula in hand. "What's up?" said Taz.
"When I was observing those other Mexicans last night," said Sparky, "I saw a chick I'd like to get to know. I yelled at her for a minute, and she told me her name was Misty Murillo. Can you pluck her out of her cartridge and put her in here with me? I need a girlfriend, Taz!"
"No problem," said Taz, and she addressed the cartridges that contained the Mexicans from Fresno. "Is there a Misty Murillo anywhere?"
Several voices called out and claimed to be Misty, but Taz was quickly able to discern the voice of the real one. Taz placed her finger down in the girl's cartridge, and said, "Step onto my fingernail, sweetheart! I won't hurt you! Someone wants to talk to you!"
The girl, a beautiful Latina about nineteen years old, stepped onto Taz's fingernail and rode through the air to Sparky's cartridge, where she was gently dropped. Sparky thanked Taz, and she went back to cooking breakfast. Wam-Wam was so impressed by Misty's beauty that Zu-Zu had to grab his head and tilt it back in her direction. "Don't forget about me!" said Zu-Zu.
As Misty stood up, Sparky introduced himself to her. "Hi! I'm Sparky, the guy who hollered at you last night! I think you're hot, so I asked Taz to put you in here with us to keep me company!"
"Do you expect me to be your sex-toy, or something?" said Misty. "'Cause if you do, you've got another thing coming!"
While Taz was cooking breakfast for the captives at Pearl's house, Chip and the others had arrived in San Luis Obispo, and parked in the parking garage on Marsh street. Chip and the seven girls quickly made their way to the courthouse on Monterey street, where they were met with an amazing sight.
There were between fifty and a hundred people on the courthouse lawn, but behind them, two small scoutships were parked on the concrete area in front of the courthouse behind a long series of tables where captives were being handed out by Raleigh's fembots. All of the fembots were identical, and they were dressed up like Raleigh in the news broadcasts, and looked like exact replicas of her. Chip's sister Pearl noticed that the paint jobs on the scoutships were pink and purple, and that they were made of a material similar to the ceramic tiles that coated the American space shuttle fleet, but prettier.
As Pearl analyzed the pink and purple color scheme, one of the scoutships took off and disappeared into the morning sky, only to be replaced by an identical scoutship with different serial numbers that descended out of the sky. Four fembots disembarked, carrying boxes containing transparent titanium cartridges that held miniaturized captives from the Orient. There was a big screen television playing a recording of Raleigh's most recent broadcast, and it kept repeating.
Chip got Pearl's attention, and told her to get in one of the lines. There were about ten lines, with only about five or ten people in each line. Pearl, Susan, Crystal Mae, and Chip got in the same line, whle Ashleigh and Polly got into the line to their left. Hannah and Hayley got into the line on Pearl's right.
"Do you think there's a limit?" Pearl asked Susan.
"There probably is," said Susan, "but who knows? We'll find out when we get to the front of the line."
Pearl noticed that the people leaving the front of the line were each carrying a cardboard box that held one hundred transparent titanium cartridges. Assuming each cartridge held ten captives, that would mean each person got about a thousand Chinese captives. Each person who acquired captives was also given a necklace, one of two types that Pearl could discern. One necklace had an iron cross medallion, the type worn by Nazis during World War Two; the other type of necklace had a swastika medallion. When Pearl got to the front of the line, she asked the fembot what the limit on captives was.
"Everyone gets one thousand captives!" the fembot said. "But if you're still here at 9 o'clock, then the remaining captives will be distributed to whoever remains!"
Pearl got her box of captives, and when the fembot asked her what type of necklace she wanted, Pearl asked for the iron cross. After leaving the line with her thousand captives and her necklace, she went and waited for the others. All of Pearl's friends except for Crystal Mae and Susan had chosen the iron cross necklace. When her brother Chip retreated from the front of the line with his captives and iron cross necklace, Pearl approached him and asked, "Are you gonna wait around until 9:00?"
"We're gonna have to!" said Chip. "You and your friends are just a bunch of little sadists! I'm in this for the money! I just want to score as many captives as I can, then sell them on e-Bay! All you guys want to do is torture them!"
"But mom and dad give us a hundred thousand dollars a year each! Why do you need more money?"
"I want to be my own boss!" said Chip. "You're only twenty-one, so you don't know the whole story behind the money mom and dad give us. I have a whole bunch of rules to follow. It's almost like I'm a prisoner! Before we were rich, I never needed money. But once mom and dad started coughing up eight point three grand a month for me to live on, I got used to it! That's why I work my construction job, because the hundred grand a year they give me still isn't enough!"
"What do you blow your money on?" said Pearl.
"I don't want to talk about that," said Chip. "It's enough to say that I want out from under mom and dad's control, and this thing with Raleigh is my chance to become self-sufficient!"
Back at Pearl's, Taz was almost done cooking the hashbrowns. The quantity was thousands of times what it would've taken to feed the tiny captives, but Taz reasoned that she would also need breakfast for herself, too. A second pan was heating up with cooking oil in it next to the pan with the hashbrowns, and Taz dumped in a bowl of raw scrambled eggs, and got a second spatula ready. By the time the eggs were cooked, the hashbrowns were done, so Taz got the food and put it on a plate and sat down.
Taz spent about ten or fifteen minutes feeding the captives, keeping the cartridges of the captives she'd already fed separated from the cartridges containing the other captives. Sparky, Zu-Zu, and Wam-Wam (and now Misty, too) were fed first, which furthered the animosity the captives from Ashwood City had for Sparky. It was obvious to them that the Aryans here felt differently toward Sparky than toward them. What they failed to realize was that Sparky had known Pearl and most of her friends for many years, and had chosen to be her captive; the Mexicans from Ashwood City had been conquered by force, and never had that choice.
Inside the transparent titanium cartridge that was perched atop the voice amplifier, Misty sat apart from Sparky, Zu-Zu, and Wam-Wam as the four of them ate their breakfast. Misty was still convinced that Sparky had lascivious intentions when he invited her to his cartridge. Zu-Zu felt sorry for Misty, and said, "It's not like you'd be any better off with your people! When G-girl gets back, she's gonna slaughter everyone from Ashwood City! All Sparky did was save your life!"
"Who are you to determine what that G-girl bitch is gonna do, anyway?" said Misty. "Can you read her mind, or something?"
Zu-Zu looked at Wam-Wam with a smirk on her face, then tilted her face back in Misty's direction. "Look, bitch! I've known G-girl since grade school! She was the first one of us to join the Arroyo Lucia Mexican gang! At night, she dreams about killing gangsters from Ashwood City! Why do you think you and your homeboys were brought here? They probably could've bought Mexicans anywere, but G-girl probably specifically told that white bitch to forget about the stupid shit and score some Mexicans from the territory of our enemies!"
Misty absorbed what Zu-Zu had told her, then said, "I'm sorry! It's just that I'm still trying to accept what's happened over the past few days!"
While Taz and the miniaturized Mexicans ate their breakfast, Chip and his sister Pearl and her six friends sat on the grass in front of the courthouse waiting for 9:00 a.m. to roll around. All seven of the girls were passing the time by going through each individual transparent titanium cartridge, making sure that there were ten captives per cartridge.
Susan had asked for a swastika necklace, and was now wearing it. She noticed that the chain appeared to be made of high carat gold as she dumped out ten of her captives into her left hand. "Anyone in the mood for Chinese?" said Susan.
"See, that's your problem!" said Chip. "You and the others are just a bunch of little sadists! At least I'm acquiring captives for a constructive reason, to get rich! The rest of you just want to torment those poor little bastards!"
"Well, look at it this way," said Susan, "when you sell your captives, what's going to happpen to them? Are you going to give conditions to your buyers before you agree to make the sale? Are you going to demand that they don't do anything cruel to them?"
"I don't care what they do with them," said Chip, "but that's not the point!"
"I think that is the point," said Susan, then she tossed the ten captives into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out at Chip, so he could get a good look at the ten Chinese captives, then she pulled her tongue back inside her mouth, sealed her lips, and swallowed them. Once the captives were dispatched to the depths of Susan's belly, she stuck her empty tongue out at Chip to prove that the captives had been completely consumed, and weren't hiding somewhere in her mouth.
"All gone!" said Susan, then she snapped her mouth shut. Susan didn't waste any time opening another cartridge, which she dumped onto her open palm. This time, she wasn't in such a hurry to swallow the tiny captives; Susan allowed them to march around on her palm. "It's too bad they don't understand English," Susan lamented.
The second group of captives spread out and started climbing up Susan's forearm, which she held horizontally so they could make their way up her arm. Susan stretched out her fishnet-clad legs out on the grass, and brushed the captives off onto her left thigh. She opened another cartridge of captives and dumped them onto her right leg, then lied back with her arms folded behind her head. "Imagine conquering a tiny land of people this size!" said Susan. "It would be like the scale of Gulliver magnified a thousand times over! That would make me feel like a god!"
"You're a girl," said Chip, as he sat mesmerized by Susan's perfect legs, "you would be a goddess, not a god!"
"I know," said Susan, "but it makes me feel more powerful to think of myself as a god! I just like that label!"
"Pearl?" said Chip as he turned his head away from Susan, "Can you keep an eye on my captives while I go find a bathroom?"
"Sure!" said Pearl, and Chip got up and walked away. When he was far enough away, Pearl looked at Susan and said, "I think my brother likes you!"
"What makes you think that?" Susan asked as she propped herself up on her left elbow. "He just bitched me out for dominating my captives! It seems like he hates me!"
"I know my brother!" said Pearl. "He has a giantess fetish, and he seems turned on by you. It's just that he's into the concept of a gentle giantess, and we're all violent with our captives!"
"Yeah," said Susan, "I forgot about that! Now that we're talking about your brother, wasn't he planning on going to college to become an electrical engineer?"
"Yeah," Pearl answered.
"What made him change his mind?" Susan asked.
"He went to J.C. for one semester, just long enough to pass algebra, but then my parents won the lotto, so he joined the electrician's union. He never talked about being an engineer after that."
"That doesn't make sense," said Susan. "Now that you're parents are millionaires, Chip can afford to go to any university on Earth!"
"I know, but Chip developed a weird value system after my parents put us on an allowance. We get a hundred grand a year to live on, but Chip wants to be independent. So, do you like him?"
"Your brother?" said Susan, "Well, it's weird, because when we were in high school and he was in college, I used to think he was cute! But now that he's older, he doesn't seem as cute as he used to!"
"His girlfriend moved to Texas a few months ago," said Pearl, "and last month she sent him a 'Dear John' letter. He's crushed, but available."
"I'll keep him in mind," said Susan. "He's not extremely cute, but he's attractive enough for me to settle down with, and he's got money. Those are the two big issues for me when I'm looking for a serious relationship."
Pearl looked around, and noticed that only Susan and Crystal Mae had opted for the swastika necklaces; everyone else had gotten iron crosses. As Pearl fingered her iron cross medallion, she asked the group: "Why did you choose the necklace you got?"
G-girl was the first to speak up. "I'm a Christian, so I didn't want a swastika, because I'm against anti-Semitism."
"That's how I felt," said Pearl, "that's why I got the iron cross instead. How about you, Susan? Why did you choose the swastika?"
"I just think it goes good with my outfit, you know, the whole heavy metal look! Besides, Raleigh's revolution is different than Nazi Germany, and our swastikas can symbolize whatever we want them to!"
"What about you, Crystal Mae?" Pearl asked.
"I'm not anti-Jewish, but I agree with everything the Nazis said about us being the master race! I believe that God created the Aryans to rise up and subdue the rest of humanity, and I see the swastika as our symbol!"
While Pearl and the others talked about the necklaces, Polly noticed that there were only a couple of lines still active. Several of the fembots were unoccupied with customers, so she went over to one of them.
"Hi," Polly said to a fembot.
"Hello!" said the fembot.
"Is there any way to meet Raleigh?" Polly asked.
"Raleigh makes television appearances," said the fembot, "she doesn't need to meet anyone in person!"
"How many captives can we get at 9:00?" Polly asked.
"As many as you can carry," said the fembot.
"Can we use a handcart?" Polly asked. Just then, another appearance by Raleigh was transmitted on the huge television screen. The same female reporter who had interviewed Raleigh before was seated next to her, and the scientist who had been on TV before was there, too. Huge speakers delivered Raleigh's latest message.
"I am Raleigh, appearing again to keep you informed. Seated next to me as always is reporter Stephanie Mathews, and accompanying her is physicist Ivan Quaid of Cal Tech university in Pasadena. If you have yet to realize it, now is the time to acquire captives at every courthouse on Earth. I have replicated hundreds of thousands of fembots to assist me in this effort. Any captives left over at 9:00 a.m. will be given to whoever is gathered at the courthouses at that time. Stephanie, do you have any questions for me?"
"Yes, Raleigh!" said the reporter. "There are reports out of Israel that the Israelis and the Palestinians have escaped your wrath. Many Catholics and Christian leaders are pleased with this, but the world is wondering, why did you spare them?"
Raleigh replied: "On my world, after many centuries, we escaped the bonds of anti-Semitism that initially formed the core of the Nazi doctrine. Many Aryans are Christians, so it was rightfully declared that anti-Semitism would not be a part of the modern Aryan political system. Once technology made it possible, we brought Jews and Palestinians from the past to re-populate them on my world."
"What about the Palestinians?" the reporter asked.
Raleigh replied, "In the Bible, it says that any enemy of Abraham is cursed. Both the Jews and the Palestinians are descended from Abraham, so it is against the beliefs of the Aryans of my world to get involved in the conflict between the Israelis and the Palestinians, and we regard the Palestinians with the same level of respect as the Jews. As for the rest of humanity who are non-white, it is a well-known euphemism on my world that they are regarded as the food of the gods!"
"Yes!" Crystal Mae declared, as she thrust her right fist in the air victoriously, "Raleigh thinks just like I do!"
Stephanie Mathews asked Raleigh another hard-hitting question that had been on the minds of a lot of people. "Raleigh, what's the deal with the Asians? The Nazis were allied with the Japanese, but you've miniaturized all Asians, including the Japanese."
"On my world," Raleigh explained, "the Asians became too powerful after a period of time, and had to be contained. One hundred and fifty years after the Second World War, we went to war with the Japanese, and it was then that we conquered and enslaved all Asians. I simply decided not to make the mistake of trusting them on your world."
Chip returned from using the bathroom, and ran up to see the message, worried that he had missed something important. On the huge television, Professor Ivan Quaid foraged through some notes he had in his hands.
"Professor Quaid," said Raleigh, "I believe you had some questions for me."
"Yes," said professor Quaid. "I have here a necklace, one of the two types being given out today at the county courthouses across the planet." Quaid held up a swastika necklace identical to the ones Crystal Mae and Susan had chosen. "You told me earlier that this chain is over ninety percent gold, but that the other elements composing the chain form a molecular matrix rendering the metal many times stronger than titanium or carbon steel. Can you tell me exactly how strong this mysterious alloy is, and what elements it is composed of?"
"It's slightly more than seventy times stronger than titanium!" said Raleigh.
Hayley didn't pay attention to the rest of the broadcast; she broke out a cartridge of captives, and dumped them out onto her left forearm. The ten captives tried to navigate between the thick strands of blonde hair that were profusely strewn across Hayley's forearm, from wrist to elbow. Although Hayley and Hannah were sisters with the same mother and father, they were as different as Jacob and Esau. Hannah had always been smooth-skinned, while Hayley was very hirsute.
"Look, Pearl!" said Hayley. "They're marching through a forest!"
Pearl turned to look, and was slightly amused, but returned her attention to Professor Quaid on the huge television screen. Raleigh was informing him of the exact percentage of each metallic element forming the molecular matrix the strange necklaces were composed of, but Hayley couldn't have cared less about the formula for the miraculous new super-alloy. As the captives spread farther apart, Hayley spit on her forearm near her elbow to block the path of some of the captives, then spit near her wrist to keep them contained within a specific area on her forearm. As Hayley entertained herself, a group of protesters arrived with hand-made signs printed in markers on posterboard, hoisted on wooden stakes. One of the signs read: Slavery Is Wrong! while another sign read: Nazis Suck!
There were about ten protesters, mostly college girls. When the broadcast from Raleigh was over, Chip, Pearl, and Pearl's friends paid close attention to the protesters. Some of them looked like modern-day hippies, or followers of the Grateful Dead. It occurred to Chip that at least one of the guys in the group was probably protesting only in an effort to score with one of the female protesters. As far as the political stance these people represented, Chip was neutral; he was neither for nor against minorities, but simply wanted to profit from the situation.
"You guys," Chip said to Pearl and the others, "let's get these cartridges to our cars, in case something goes down! There's no telling what these nutcases will do! They might try to hurt our captives!"
To Be Continued!
Giantess World
