“Greetings Lady,” said The Chancellor of Keys to Elli later
that evening. 

Elli was lying in a large open field that smelled strongly
of heather. The green grass beneath her still held the warmth of the day’s sun
and felt delightfully cozy. There was a time in her life that Elli would have
deeply missed a soft bed but life in Felarya had made her accustomed to
sleeping outdoors. She had relocated away from the castle to avoid squashing
people while rolling over in her sleep. 

Jora, who seemed to like socializing with the little humans, was still
at the castle. Elli had last seen her talking to the king, being friendly with
the locals and even carefully playing with small children that were brave
enough to come close when she offered to pick them up.

Jora had cited the importance of diplomacy and seemed
determined to get the Deferdians to like them. Elli didn’t worry about what a
bunch of meals on legs thought about her, so she had excused herself after
eating, complaining of exhaustion.

She hadn’t expected any visitors but perhaps that was naive
since she was still a mystery to the local humans. Apparently the appeal of
talking with a beautiful giantess proved all too alluring for this nobleman. He
was standing atop a cart that was drawn by two oxen. The cart contained two
large oak barrels.

The Chancellor of Keys, hopped from the cart and with a
theatrical wave of his arm he bowed deeply. “I am Baxter, Chancellor of Keys
and Keeper of the Gates in the Castle Festung.”

“Nice to meet you Baxter. You already know my name,” said
Elli. Baxter waited but the giantess said nothing more, she simply regarded him
in a way that Baxter wasn’t entirely sure he liked. When it became obvious that
it would be up to him to make conversation the Chancellor continued.

“I bring you a gift. We of Deferda are known for many
things, our chocolates, our skill at agriculture but chiefly, we are known for
our beer and wines. I have brought these barrels of wine from my own personnel
collection. They’ve been aged for seven years and were perfectly blended. I
sampled a glass from each barrel myself before I brought them to make sure the
flavor was just right.”

Elli pointed to the two oak barrels on the cart. “Those are
for me?”

“A gift from an admirer,” said Baxter. He turned towards the
cart and seemed surprised to see the two drivers on the cart still sitting in
front. “Fools, unload the barrels for Lady Elli! Have you no manners?”

The two men began to do so but Elli waved them away. “I can
get them more easily than you can. May I try them now?” Without waiting for an
answer, she picked up a giant oak barrel and pried it open with a fingernail.

“Please do so my lady. We also brought you sweets.” One of
the drivers, a sixteen year old boy with light blonde hair, climbed from the
cart holding a large satchel that appeared to be filled to the brim.

“This is delicious!” said Elli after drinking from the oak
cask.

“M-my lady-” said the boy, offering the large bag to Elli as
he walked hesitantly towards her. “May I offer you a sweet from Lord Baxter’s-”

The boy was interrupted as Elli swept him from his feet and
held him before her in the palm of his hand.

The boy crouched down to lower his center of gravity. He was
very nervous about heights at the best of times and the best of times certainly
weren’t balancing on the palm of a giantess fifty feet in the air.

“I h-have cakes f-for you My Lady,” stammered the boy. The
giantess was so beautiful that when asked later if he was more afraid of the
fall or the giantess he would have said he was too spellbound by her beauty to
think of anything but her.

“That sounds nice. It’s been a while since I had any
disserts,” said Ellie to the boy. “Can I eat you along with it?”

The boy froze, as if any motion, and sound on his part might
be taken as an affirmation.

From what seemed like far away on the ground the boy heard
Lord Baxter shouting, “Of course you can My Lady. He is my slave and I place
him completely at your disposal. He would be honored to feed the lady who will
save us from Vorkan tyranny.”

Elli grinned. “Yummy. But disserts first. Pitch the bag into
my mouth, but save one for yourself.” She held the boy over her mouth and then
opened wide. Looking down, the blonde young man saw her beautiful mouth open
below him, her throat in the back where he now knew he would pass. The boy was
so scared he could barely move. Fumbling with the drawstring on the bag, he
loosened them, then upended the bag over the giantess’s mouth, being careful to
stay low so he didn’t lose balance and pitch himself into her mouth at the same
time.

A stream of several cakes, cookies and pastries fell down
into the gigantic mouth below him. It snapped shut and the boy watched as Elli
played with the sweets on her tongue, her green eyes now closed in enjoyment of
the chocolates and sugar.  In a moment
she swallowed and the boy couldn’t help but notice that so much food had hardly
made a bulge as they passed down her throat.

The eyes opened once more and the boy saw the giantess
licking her lips. Then she brought him closer.

“Noo!” cried the boy, closing his own eyes and turning his
face away.

He felt firm, warm lips press against him a then move away
with a “smack,” sound. Opening his eyes he found an amused look on the
beautiful giantess’s face.

“Thank you for the sweets my friend,” she said. “But even I don’t eat little boys.” She held out a small cupcake she had not eaten. After the boy took it, she placed him gently on the ground.

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Twenty miles away from where Elli was relaxing, the army of
Vorka was making camp. Numerous campfires sprang to life in the forests. Around
one of these fires lounged three men; a corpral named Nunez, and two of his
privates.  

“Alright you three!” said the Vorkan soldier; Sergeant Kurr.
“You will be leading a reconnaissance group. We want to know about the Deferda
countryside. Look for anything useful; gold, metals, food stores and water
reserves. Anything like that you find, you remember where you found it and how
to get back. Then you come find the regiment and tell me!”

“Sergeant,” asked the youngest of the group, a twenty-one
year old named Bligh who was sitting on the far side of the campfire. “Anyone
hear any more about those giantesses the Deferdians have on their side?”

“Giantesses? Giantess!? You want fairy tales lad? Then go
see One Eyed Crowe! He knows more stories than any other man I ever met. But
you’re my soldier on my damn time. I want you out soldering
and not listening to useless stories!”

The Sergeant frowned and looked at the young man, perhaps
judging his reprimand to be a bit too harsh. After all, it was Bligh’s first
war and Kurr could remember how scared he was his firs time. He attempted to
town down his Sargentness for a brief moment and said in a slightly less harsh
and gravelly voice, “Don’t worry about the giantess, boy.  She’s just a silly rumor.  “If every rumor in the army were true we
would be riding winged horses against the enemy.”

Bligh nodded, reassured by the Sergeant. Of course it was
all a rumor. How much silly gossip had he heard since he joined the army? Most
of it was nonsense.

 Had he known that he would be eaten by a giantess for breakfast shortly after having his own breakfast the next morning, he might not have been placated. Similarly, had he
known that he would be swallowed and digested alive in her stomach as his skin
was burned off by acids, it might have given him nightmares, assuming that he
would have been able to sleep with the knowledge. Had he known that in less
than twenty-four hours most of his body would be absorbed into part of the
beautiful buttocks of the giantess that had eaten him, and every male in the
city of Daferda would be admiring her derrière, it probably would have driven
him mad with worry. Had he know how nice the giantess’s ass would look, he
might have had an erection. Aside from that last one it was fortunate for Bligh
that he didn’t know any of it.

“We’ll get the job done Sergeant,” said Corporal Nunez.

“See that you do, or there will be hell to pay,” said the
Sergeant, back to his old gruff self. He kicked the third soldier, a solder
reclining against a rock named Rabbit, for his large ears that stuck out from
either side.  

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Jora was leaning against the wall of the castle. She was
tired from talking to the king, the prince, an assortment of nobles and town
representatives as well as the townsfolk at large, who understandably couldn’t
help but want to get a look at the giantess. City guards had kept them a
respectable distance away but Jora had spoken with a few one on one, picking up
a young man here, a young lady there. The younger people seemed able to more
quickly adjust to her size than others and she worried that if she handled a
senior citizen she may well send them into cardiac arrest.

Still the day had passed fairly smoothly and now she had
time to rest. She leaned back and closed her eyes, letting the muscles in her
body relax. She had wanted to join Elli in the grassy field but decided that at
least one of them should remain near the town in case of an attack from the
Vorkans.

“My lady?” said a voice very near to her ear.

Jora looked up. A guard was standing on the wall she was
leaning against. He was young, handsome and quite strong. If Jora had found him
wandering the forest in Felarya she would have devoured him without a second
thought.

Somewhat incongruous to the picture of miniature masculinity
was the bouquet of flowers he clutched in one tiny hand, the other hand firmly
grasping a long spear that all the guards seemed to carry. The man seemed
nervous but moved with the motion of a man who had made his mind up.

“I brought you flowers My Lady,” he said simply, extending
them towards her.

Jora leaned down close to the guard and inhaled deeply
though her nostrils, the scent of flowers reaching her. “What a lovely gift!”
she smiled. “I’m Jora. What is your name?”

“I am called Ross. It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Jora.”

“Oh no. Lady Jora won’t do.”

“Forgive me!” said the guard, looking stricken, unsure how
he had insulted the giantess who had already stolen his heart.

“No, no. Just call me Jora. It’s nice to make your
acquaintance Ross. May I pick you up?”

“Of course Jora.”

She did, and held him before her, smiling politely as one
does when meeting someone new.

“I help keep the prisoners in line for you today,” said
Ross. “I was delighted I could help you.”

“Oh thank you Ross. You were a big help today. Thanks for
preventing those crafty captives from making an escape. Can I count on you for
help with lunch tomorrow?” She winked, then nodded towards the cage where a
half dozen more prisoners sat, slept or leaned against the bars, most watching
Jora and thinking of their fate tomorrow.

“I am slated to make sure they are not unruly for your noon
meal,” nodded Ross. “Truly, I am looking forward to it.”

“You like watching me eat people?” asked Jora, surprised.

“I-I. I was happy to be of assistance to you in any way I
could but… In truth I do enjoy it My Lady.”

“Well then you won’t be disappointed tomorrow. And don’t
call me ‘My Lady’ anymore. If we’re going to be friends we must be comfortable
with using each other’s first names Ross.” Jora smiled at him.

 “How do you find food on your own?” asked Ross.

“Oh. Are you sure you want to know the answer?” asked Jora.
Ross nodded. “I catch and eat people like you where I come from. Not everyone I
eat is human but many of them are. And if they came there knowing the risks
then I make a meal of them. To be honest, if we had met in Felarya, I would
have eaten you without a second thought.”

“Do you feel no sympathy for us humans?” asked Ross.

“Ross, I used to be a human,” said Jora. “But now I inhabit another level of the food chain and if I’m going to survive I have to participate in it. Besides, you really don’t
know how good you little people are sliding down.”

“A beautiful fate,” said Ross.

“Thanks but I doubt they would agree,” said Jora with a nod
towards the prisoner’s cage.

Both man and giant woman were silent for a few moments,
listening to the sounds of the night. Suddenly Ross asked, “When you leave,
could I come with you?”

“Don’t you realized how dangerous it is?” asked Jora. “In my
world you’re just a snack.”

“Am I a snack to you?”

“Not to me. Not anymore. We’re friends now. But to everyone
else you would be food. Even my friend Elli would think of you like that. And
the other giantess I live with, my best friend, would certainly eat you if Elli
didn’t.”

“Could I come with you anyway? I am sure that if you were
there to protect me...”

“I can’t look after you all the time.”

“But I’m in love with you,” Ross blurted before he knew what
he was saying.

“What?” asked Jora.

“It was love at first sight,” said Ross, thinking it useless
to try to backpedal now.

Jora smiled. “You’re serious aren’t you? Well… maybe there
is a way I could take you. I have a friend, another giantess. She doesn’t eat
humans and she protects a human settlement in Felarya called Safe Harbor. I
could bring you there and come visit you from time to time. I know that’s not
exactly what you want but if you do want to come with me maybe we could make
something work.”

“I would love to!” said Ross. “Please let me come!”

“Alright. I’ll bring you. But let’s get one thing clear; just because I don’t eat you doesn’t mean I am not going to eat other people. You might even make friends with some of them but if I consider them food that will not save them. I have another friend, Milly, who is a giantess and has a pet human. He’s always trying to convince her not to eat humans and she even agreed to it for a time. I’m not like that so if you think you can reform my taste in cuisine you better abandon the idea.”

Ross laughed. “Jora, I liked watching you eat people today.
It’s attractive.”

“Okay Ross. As long as you understand.”

She placed him in her lap and
giantess and guard sat in the night together.

________________________________________________________________

Elli bathed in a lake she had found near where she slept.
First she drank her fill of water, having a slight headache from the two
barrels of wine she had enjoyed the previous evening. It had been a delightful
treat but it had also been a while since she had had anything so strong.  The Chancellor seemed very cordial and
friendly, if not a bit ruthless. In some ways he reminded Elli a lot of herself.
He was quite charming, but the only relationship Elli had with a human now was
Sir Charles Starwind, outside of a relationship as a predator of course.

So what do I do with him? thought Elli. I could simply be
friendly. It seems to be what he wants. With luck I will be back in Felarya
soon. Until then I can just enjoy his attention.

It had been a while since a human man had been interested in her and the attention had felt good. Of course she had met plenty of humans in Felarya but most of them had
ended up as lunch. Those that didn’t become lunch tended to become dinner.

Elli removed her clothes and waded into the lake. The water
felt cool and refreshing as she immersed herself in it.

A few moments later she sat up, her headache abating
from the bath. Suddenly a noise caught her attention. It was a human voice.

___________________________________________________________________

“I told you there would be water this way,” said Nunez. “It
was only a matter of how far!”

It had, in fact, been Bligh that had suggested they follow
the sloping ground near the tall mountains. It was only a matter of time before
they came across a stream or river fed by snowmelt every year. Now what
appeared before them was a giant lake.

“Nunez, maybe you should be a little more quitet. We are in
enemy territory,” said Rabbit.

“Shut up asshole. I’m the corporal and unlike you draftees,
I have a clue about what we’re doing.” He started forward, then stopped and
turned back to Rabbit. “And you call me Corpral! You don’t call me by my name
unless I give you permission. In case you were wondering you don’t have my
permission. I’m telling you this for your own good you know.” Nunez started
forward, nose in the air. He considered himself the epitome of cool. It had
been real fun telling Rabbit off. 

Bligh and Rabbit looked at each other and shrugged. There
wasn’t much they could do. Nunez would tell the Sergeant about the lake and
take all the credit. Then the sergeant would most likely do the same thing to
the lieutenant, and the circle of life would go on. 

Nunez burst through the trees and waded into the water,
leaning over to take a long and much needed drink. Once he had quenched his
thirst he plunged his face into the water. It felt nice after a long morning
hike.

Reemerging from the water he waited for the water to stop
running down his face before he opened his eyes. But he could hear Bligh
hissing at him.

“Get back into the tree line. Get back Nunez!”

“That’s CORP-” started Nunez but stopped short as he looked
up.

A woman, a hundred times Nunez
height, towered above them. She had long red hair that reached down her bare
back. She was entirely naked. She was also looking down at Nunez.

________________________________________________________________

Bligh had been watching as Nunez loudly sloshed his way into the water
and taken a drink. The idea seemed like a good one after walking nearly ten
miles today. He walked to the water’s edge, then looked out across the lake.

A woman was in the lake. She was about his age. She was
beautiful She was also naked. All of these things would be and were wonderful
news for a soldier. However this particular woman was also over a hundred feet
tall.

Bligh watched her toss her wet red hair. Heavy with water as
it was, the hair hit her back with what sounded like a “crack” to Rabbit. The
giantess was not facing them. Bligh’s and Rabbit’s eyes watched as the giantess
stood, her long legs stretching out below her. Her perfect, round, well muscled
buttocks moved gracefully as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She was easily the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. But she was also a giantess.

Nunez was just loudly coming back for air.

“Get back into the tree line. Get back Nunez!” said Bligh.   

“That’s CORP-” started Nunez but stopped short as he looked
up.

The giantess, whom Bligh and Rabbit had never taken their
eyes from, now turned around and regarded them curiously, although Bligh could
swear that she looked happy to see them as well.

“Oh…” said Nunez.

With amazing speed the giantess bent down, her hands
reaching for them. One plunged into water and caught up Nunez like he was a
fish, the other cam down on Rabbit and Bligh, pinning them between her fingers.

No one tried to escape. No one even moved. They were all too
overwhelmed by the giant woman to do anything except stare.

“What’s this?” said the giantess. “Breakfast?”

“No, no!” screamed Nunez as she lifted him to her mouth.
Nunez was obviously still struggling but the giantess popped him into her mouth
without any sign of difficulty. Then with a large gulp she swallowed the still
struggling, still screaming man. Bligh watched the bulge travel down her
throat.

As soon as he was swallowed the giantess refocused on them.
She leaned down towards them, not exactly smiling but certainly looking pleased
with their presence. Bligh and Rabbit began to struggle in her fingers but they
couldn’t escape as he face loomed before them. She inhaled deeply through her
nose, smelling them.

“Please,” said Rabbit. “Let us go. I have a family.”

It was probably because he had spoke that the giantess
focused on him. For his trouble, the giantess opened her mouth and leaned
further over him. Bligh watched as Rabbit, still struggling between two of the
giantess’s fingers, disappeared into her mouth as she leaned over him. Bligh
could hear Rabbit scream “Henrietta,”
the sound being slightly muffled from within the giantess’s mouth.  Then her full lips closed around Rabbit as she
leaned back up just a bit.

If I ever get home, I’ll tell Rabbit’s wife that his last
words were of her, though Bligh. But then the giantess looked down at him, very
obviously sucking on his friend’s body for Bligh’s benefit. It was as if she
was saying, “This is what is going to
happen to you too!” It was enough to make Bligh shudder.

 She’s watching me, thought Bligh. He looked up into her face, her
breathtaking beauty made terrifying because Rabbits feet were still visible
between her lips. As Bligh watched he heard a sucking sound and Rabbit was
pulled further into the giantess’s mouth, his feet disappearing from view as
her full pink lips closed behind him.

 The giantess’s cheek
bulged on one side as she manipulated her human meal in her mouth with obvious
enjoyment. She even closed her eyes for a brief second, and actually smiled,
although she did not show her teeth when she did. Probably to make sure Rabbit
was still trapped. Bligh could see that the bulge in her left cheek was
struggling. With another audible breath, the giantess visibly moved the bulge
in her mouth and swallowed. Again Bligh was forced to watch as a bulge traveled
quickly down the giantess’s neck and out of sight.

Liking her lips slowly, the giantess smiled at him. Her
green eyes seemed to pin him to the spot more than the giant fingers of the
hand that held him there. Bligh couldn’t move. Was it fear? Was it her beauty.
Was it simply watching two humans swallowed alive? He could not move! But what
was the point? He could never escape the hold he had on her.

The woman’s mouth opened again and Bligh was able to see to
the back of her throat as she leaned downwards towards him.

Then her pink lips and white teeth passed around him and he
felt the grip of her lips around his ankles. He was in total darkness, a
gigantic wet tongue moving beneath him, coating him in saliva. He felt the pull
of gravity and the sensation of movement and he knew that the giantess was
sitting back up from where she had knelt down to pick him up in her mouth.
Bligh’s ears popped as the giant woman sucked him completely past her lips and
into her mouth. Bligh was thrown against a soft, slimy wall by the tongue. He
realized she was pressing him against her cheek, just as the woman had done
with Rabbit. Bligh struggled to free himself but the force was too strong and
he could barely move despite the slickness of the surfaces around him.

“Mmmm!” came a sound. She was enjoying his taste. Her tongue, slightly bumpy because of
tastebuds, eased up on pressure against her cheek and Bligh found himself
sprawling on the tongue once more. She held him against the roof of her mouth
for a second, the second turned into two.

The giantess took a deep breath. Just as she had before she
had swallowed Rabbit. This is it thought
Bligh. “No,” he said into the darkness.

Was it a beseechment to the giantess, a last desperate plea
for mercy? Was it simply a defiant statement to the horrible odds of being
devoured alive by a hundred foot tall beautiful woman? Was it horror in the
face of death? If anyone had asked the exact reason why he had said “no” at
that moment it is doubtful that Bligh himself would have been able to give a
concrete answer. Whatever the reason, it was the last thing he said before he
was swallowed.

The blackness in the mouth was absolute but Bligh felt
himself pushed backwards (perhaps with a gravity assist from the giantess
tossing her head slightly) and into the hot wet throat. Firm muscles coated in
slick slime gripped him and propelled him down,
into the darkness.

Elli smiled and rubbed her belly, enjoying the sensation of
wiggling moving down her throat and the desperate struggles within her belly
simultaneously. She involuntarily shuddered with delight.

Standing up, she stretched, standing on tip-toe and raising
her arms over her head as she yawned. The food in her stomach must have felt
the shift because she could feel their struggles increase as she stretched. She
giggled quietly to herself.

“Oh,” said a voice from behind her. Elli turned to the tree
line, some distance away from where she had eaten the soldiers.  Elli bent forward for a closer inspection.

The boy from the previous night was hiding in the bushes,
trying to remain out of sight. Elli plucked him up.

“No please Lady Elli! I didn’t mean to see you naked. I
didn’t!” cried the boy, dangling by one foot.

“You accidentally saw me naked by hiding in the brush and
staying quiet?” asked Elli.

“No I saw the soldiers going to the lake and hid from them.
Then when I saw you I thought you might be angry with me for seeing you bathing
so I stayed hidden.”

“As a general rule, I eat people who try to peep while I
wash myself.” She rubbed her belly for emphasis. “But I’ll let you go this
time,” she said as she lowered him to the ground.

“Ah, Lady Elli. Fancy meeting you here,” said the Chancellor
of Keys, appearing from behind a nearby tree. He leaned one arm against its
trunk and gave her body the old ‘head to toe.’ He had bedded  plenty of beauties in his life but none of them had been quite as beautiful as Elli. Then again none of them had been man eating giantesses either so he had decided to be cautious and see how she reacted to his slave being caught peeping before revealing his own presence.

“What is this, the community swimming hole?” said Elli, clearly annoyed.
“What are you doing here?”

“I came here for a morning ride with my servant. And yes
this does happen to be one of the more favorite local swimming spots.”

“Oh,” said Elli, somewhat defeated.

“In fact there would be a lot more people here if the
Vorkan’s weren’t expected to arrive sometime today. You’re lucky.” He casually.

“So you guys have been watching me the whole time?” said
Elli.

“Remarkable work with those enemy soldiers,” said Chancellor
Baxter, evading the question. “We really must get back to Castle Festung and
warn them.”

“Fine,” said Elli simply. “I’ll get dressed.”  She was not at all pleased with the idea of
letting Baxter and his little blonde slave walk away after having watched her
bathe but she knew there was little she could really do. She was trying to make
up for their country being at war after all.

Elli ended up carrying the boy
to the castle so Baxter could ride faster on his mount. He followed Elli the
whole way to the castle, (looking at her backside most of the time.)

“Stand up straight you scum bags!” yelled the guards. Rory
did his best to stand up straight. Looking up at the giantess in the green
skirt, she smiled down at the dozen prisoners assembled before her. The guards
had manhandled them out of their cage in the courtyard and stood them in a line
in front of the giantess for lunch.

Rory had tried to tell anyone who would listen that he has
been wrongly accused but his fellow prisoners were too morose as prospective
lunch for a giantess within plain view to have much sympathy. Being a good
listener didn’t seem to be a job requirement for the castle guards, despite
pleading his case with them, he was roughly manhandled out of the cage and
before the giantess.

“Please,” he tried one last time. “It was Chancellor Baxter.
He told me to build my shop where it stands and then claimed I did so without
the consent of the crown. This is not a crime punishable by death or
imprisonment.”

“Do not let your last act be to speak ill of your country’s
leaders!” said the guard. “No talking!”

“But-”

There was a muffled “Oof!” as Rory doubled over in pain from
where he had been struck. “Stand up straight,” said the guard.

The giantess above them seemed to be taking her time, eying
each prisoner. Looking to his right he saw the man next to him was sobbing
quietly.

“Which ones would you like Lady Jora?” asked one of the
guards.

“Hmmm. I was just wondering that myself,” said the giantess.
“How about that one,” she pointed to a fellow down at the end of the line. He
was roughly shoved forward by a guard standing behind him.

The giantess’s eyes wandered the line as she searched for
her next victim. “That one,”  this one
was on the other side of Rory. Relief swept over him when he wasn’t picked.

“And,” said the giantess as she studied the prisoners once
more. Her eyes found Rory, then moved on. Just one more person for her to choose. Then I can go back into the cage, thought Rory. The irony of the situation struck him. Who would have thought that as an innocent man I would look forward to going in a cage someday?

Then the eyes of the beautiful giantess came back to Rory and
settled upon him.

No, thought Rory.

“That one,” she said with finality, pointing directly to
Rory.

 Rory was pushed
roughly forward towards the giantess.

“This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening!” he repeated
to himself.

But it was. The giantess grabbed the first man whom she had
picked and was swallowing him alive. Rory could even hear the man’s screams cut
off as she swallowed him. A large bulge moved down the giantess’s throat a
second later.

She was already reaching for him!

“No please! Don’t hurt me!” begged Rory but he was already
lifted before the giantess’s face. In any other circumstances, it might strike
him how beautiful she was. But now all he could see was that her mouth was
opening wide enough to stuff him inside.

This is exactly what happened, despite Rory once again
saying, “This can’t be happening.”

He felt the giantess’s warm breath over his naked body. It
actually felt good although he was hardly in a state of mind to appreciate it.
Then the thing he had been dreading happened; she swallowed.

Rory was forced down her throat, the tight confines of her esophagus
guiding him downwards and restricting his movement. Then he fell out into the
open and down into the stomach. He splashed into water but was on his feet
again in a moment.

“NO!” he shouted as he pounded
against the soft walls of the stomach. “No! Please let me out! I’ll do
anything!"

Just then Rory heard a scream
from above him and a moment later a splash. He felt someone struggling nearby
and knew that the third prisoner had been swallowed as well.

Jora smiled and rubbed her belly contentedly. Her food was
putting up a fight, her favorite part to every meal. Ross stood before her,
grinning like a fool.

“That was delicious. Thank you everyone,” said Jora.

Looking up she saw Elli arriving, carrying a boy in hand. “Hello
Elli! I was just having my breakfast. Would you like to have some too? There’s
plenty more.” She indicated the prisoners below, to their terror.

“Forget the prisoners. The Vorkin’s are coming. I saw their
army on the way here,” said Elli.

“Quick,” said Ross. “We must spread the word. Assemble the militia!”

Jora stood, the sensation in her belly of struggeling food still keen. She looked out over the castle walls at the arriving army.