Jack began to shake with fear; he’d been so concerned with moving quietly, that he hadn’t concentrated on where he was placing his feet. Within seconds he would be found, and sure enough Caitlin’s towering, athletic frame stomped imperiously into the room and turned to investigate the shower.

She sneered down at her prey cruelly, spotting him through the glass door, her face flushed slightly pink after her efforts to find him.

“Great hiding place,” she said sarcastically, brushing away a few strands of her long red hair from her eyes and smiling threateningly.

“Why didn’t you just say you wanted to freshen up, tiny?”

Jack’s mouth opened and shut, but no words were forthcoming and the wicked girl’s smile broadened.

He watched in awe as she reached behind her back and carefully unhooked and slid off her bra, allowing him a first glimpse of her unbelievably perfect rack. Her breasts were enormous, jutting out from her washboard stomach like two perfectly ripe melons – and this is impossible to overemphasise – melons easily as large as beachballs. Her gargantuan tits jiggled deliciously as the monumental redhead bent over to remove her hipster panties, sliding the pink waistband down her well-built legs and over each foot to deposit them on the floor unhurriedly.

He took a small step backwards instinctively, his heart rate fluttering as fight-or-flight reflexes took over.

She spotted his anxiety immediately, “What’s the matter, honey?” Caitlin said in a sing-song voice designed to mock him, “Scared of little old me?”

She was the sexiest, most dangerous creature he’d ever beheld – over 13 feet of solid muscle, tits, ass and legs. He was terrified because deep down there was a part of him that wanted her to abuse him, hurt him, debase him… use him as her own personal loofah. A growing chunk of his brain longed for this titanic sexpot to overwhelm him completely – screw the pain, screw the humiliation, she was the closest thing to a goddess he could possibly envisage.

The more rational parts of his brain screamed at him in protest; because despite his libidinous desires, he needed to face up to the fact that he was confronted with a huge and powerful adversary, a person who had demonstrated several times already that she thought nothing of holding him captive or hurting him. To top it off, this unhinged, bad-natured teenage girl had the physique of an insanely large, fully-developed athlete, she was a monumental freak even by Alpha standards and there was no telling what she was capable of.

His jaw started to chatter with fear as she took one imposing step towards the shower, and then another, grabbing the door rail with a big hand and swinging it open wide.

She peered down at her shivering quarry, shook her head and declared, “Boy, am I gonna make you wish you hadn’t tried to escape.”

The diminutive Beta looked utterly pitiful with his pants around his ankles and his puny dick poking out beneath his shirt. He retreated falteringly, shuffling backwards until his ass hit the tiled rear wall like a cornered animal, whilst Caitlin placed one hefty foot on the shower floor and stepped into it.

Looking directly above him, Jack saw the power dials a couple of feet above his head, and the shower head beyond it, which seemed a long way up indeed. As Caitlin’s other leg entered the shower, he also noticed the super-sized bottles of various shampoos and conditioners littered about, including the one he’d so foolishly knocked onto its side.

The oversized teen closed the heavy glass door behind her, cutting off the only exit, and reached over his head to turn the shower on.

He looked up at her colossal body as she moved closer to him, his eyes timidly taking in the shapely v of her pelvis, roaming up past the bumpy striations of her muscular abdomen to the underside of her mountainous tits. Through the valley between them, he could just see the underside of her chin, lips and nostrils.

With a click, a vast torrent of water sprayed down from the shower head as the titaness craned her neck to the ceiling, with just the hard silhouette of her jaw now visible from his vantage point. Countless rivulets of water criss-crossed her silky skin as they meandered down her body, and plenty sprayed off her large form onto Jack, dousing him through.

The enormous girl purred contentedly as the warm water covered her body, running her hands over her torso, acting almost like Jack wasn’t even there. Cautiously, he allowed his eyes to return to her midriff, embarrassed but also captivated by her large womanhood, which was about a foot higher than the top of his head. Her noticeably reddish pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and the size of her vagina took him aback, he had no experience with girls of any size, of course, and her sheer nakedness was giving him alternating waves of butterflies and fear.

High above him, Caitlin’s long arm reached to one side and grabbed a container of shower gel that was hanging up, unhooked it and squeezed some gel into her left hand. She idly rubbed her powerful hands together to foam up some lather, and tilted her head down to look at him, causing her long, wet hair to cascade onto her torso.

Jack didn’t know what to do, though he was arguably too scared to do anything even if he had wanted to.

“Cat got your tongue, peewee?” she teased, moving an enormous leg into him without warning and pressing his body up against the smooth tiles with it, emphasising how effortless it was for her to domineer him. His little face smooshed up against the freckled skin of her inner thigh as the water washed over the both of them.

Looking up through the spray at the enormous expanse of woman he was trapped under, he could see her caressing her monumental frame sensually with big, soapy hands. He realised the mountainous girl was still talking to him, but with one ear pressed into solid muscle, and the other inundated with water, all he could hear was the increasingly terse tone of her voice, and not the content.

Caitlin abruptly moved her leg away from his body, watching with amusement as his feet skidded out of control and he lost balance completely, landing on his back with a yelp.

The strapping redhead rinsed her hands free of the foam and looked down at the defenceless boy.

“If you’re not going to even try and add to the conversation, I guess I’m going to have to find another use for you,” she said forbiddingly.

With his arms still bound he was incredibly vulnerable to the whims of her giant feet, which it didn’t take his tormentor long to realise. He kicked his legs to try and propel himself away from her, splashing in the shallow puddle of slowly-draining water like a freshly caught fish loose on deck.

The monstrous schoolgirl raised her foot and hovered it over his head, taunting him with the sheer scale of its dripping wet sole.

“Oops-a-daisy!” she exclaimed, slowly pressing the arch of her giant foot into his face, flattening his nose and then lifting it off again.

Jack began to panic; this girl’s oversized foot could crush his head in an instant, what if she slipped? He now couldn’t stop thinking about it.

She rotated her enormous foot to one side so she could glower down at him, his field of vision looking right along that gargantuan, well-built leg of hers, right up to the ceiling where her piercing blue eyes bore into him with a steely gaze. She was still grinning, a perverse sort of smile, full of malice and sick glee.

She poked her big toe into his face, “Kiss it, shrimp, or I’ll flatten you,” she commanded.

The frightened boy puckered his lips and pecked at the pad of her toe meekly, ignoring the cascade of water washing over his face as he tried to appease his brobdingnagian captor.

Caitlin giggled girlishly, almost innocently, at the sensation of his lips touching her skin, reflexively pushing her toe into his face and nose and forcing the back of his head against the hard surface of the shower basin.

“Now, suck it,” she ordered, less aggressively but still with the threat of trampling at the forefront of Jack’s mind.

Reluctantly, he opened his mouth but it was obvious her toe was way too big - the bottom of it was like a big grapefruit. She waggled the ample digit at him playfully, then applied firm downward pressure to try and force him to suck.

Jack started to scream as the heavy pad of her toe pressed hard against his lips and teeth. Howling with pain, he beat his legs on the floor as visions of his teeth being pushed in flooded into his frantic mind.

The giantess raised her foot off him and surveyed him coldly, clearly unimpressed with all the commotion.

Jack closed his mouth and checked his teeth with his tongue to make sure none were bent or missing and thankfully they were all accounted for. Amidst his panic, his erection had all but wilted away and showed no signs of a return.

The irked giantess planted her foot back on shower floor, and lowered herself down towards his prone form so that she was crouching directly over him.

“You little pussy,” she said in that sardonic tone of hers.

Reaching down, she grabbed his now-flaccid cock between finger and thumb and examined it disparagingly.

“Not enjoying it, sweetheart?” she sneered, pulling it taut to simulate a hard-on and caused him significant discomfort.

“Let’s see if I can’t help you out,” she proposed playfully.

“C-caitlin, no… please,” he begged, trying to knot his legs over one another as she tugged at his shaft roughly with her fingertips, attempting to coax some life back into him.

The giant girl bit her lip slightly as she manipulated him against his will, clearly aroused by his pathetic pleas to stop her touching him.

She pinched his dick and pulled as if trying to drag his body by it, causing tremendous pain.

“Ffffffucck!” he whined pathetically; the behemoth looked on in amusement, releasing her grip on his tiny prick and sliding her other hand around the back of his torso.

The enormous girl then grabbed a handful of his sodden shirt and picked him up like a drowned rat, giving him a vomit-inducing sense of vertigo as the floor shot away from beneath him.

The next thing he knew, a massive wet nipple forced itself into his mouth, and he felt his spine conform to the smooth, cold expanse of the glass shower door. This mammoth sexpot had him pinned flat, helpless and disorientated, her oversized nub swelling between his lips whilst her other hand resumed grasping at his cock and balls in an attempt to stimulate him further.

He could feel himself welling up, trying to cry but unable to, almost like a passenger to his own brain. His emotions were so raw, at breaking point; there was so much to take in and his head couldn’t process it.

Her impatience seemed to grow as he failed to stiffen. Her grip on his jewels became tighter as she tugged and pulled on him more zealously, causing him to wail out in pain from behind the oppressive heft of her meaty tit.

She mashed her big palm into his groin vindictively, nearly crushing his little peanuts, inflicting the kind of punishment Jack simply couldn’t cope with. Much more of this and he might not be able to get an erection again, maybe Caitlin wanted to break him down there, to truly emasculate him?

The malevolent teen was certainly capable, but Jack sensed her dissatisfaction at his lack of arousal. It got her off to get him off against his will, and in a completely mad way, by failing to respond he had a semblance of control over her.

It wasn’t long before her greedy, powerful fingers ceased their assault on him, it was useless - the tiny boy couldn’t get it up, and the giantess femme fatale was majorly unimpressed.

“You pathetic worm,” she breathed from high above, “Looks like I’m going to have to postpone our little playdate until I get back”.

Her now rock-hard nipple retreated from his mouth, but Jack stayed silent, though in truth it was mainly as his head was in bits.

The giantess smeared his limp, sodden ragdoll form against the immense glass surface petulantly, smooshing him clumsily into it, clearly frustrated with her toy and unsure what to do about it.

This sexpot was monstrous, and freakishly strong, but she was still an adolescent girl. It wasn’t much of a chink in her enormously intimidating suit of armour, but as Jack numbly withstood the dull impacts she inflicted on him, it began to dawn on him that there was just the tiniest bit of hope.

He felt his weary limbs slide away from the cold surface of the glass as the girl grew bored at his lack of response and lost interest, he was just hanging limply in her grasp waiting for the abuse to be over.

He heard the sound of the water being turned off and the heavy movements of his giant captor as she pushed the glass door open and stepped out of the shower with weighty, damp footsteps.

It was in many ways rather wonderful to be carried with such ease by a being many, many times bigger and stronger than himself, in his head he almost allowed himself to enjoy the near-weightless sensation, until this illusion was shattered rather predictably by Caitlin’s nasty attitude.

The giantess held his frail body up high near her face to inspect him; he noticed her complexion had a noticeably red flush to it, possibly from the shower, possibly because she was royally pissed off.

She glared at him darkly, her big eyes unwavering as she bored into his sad, tired ones for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she spoke, bluntly and deliberately, for effect.

“I will deal with you later,” she said, cold as ice. He gulped audibly, trying to keep his face unmoved, but failing to do so. It didn’t help that his eyes began to wander down to look at Caitlin’s jaw-dropping physique glistening and steaming in all its naked glory.

She shook his body forcibly, snapping him out of it and commanding his full attention.

“I will break you, Jack, I’ll have you begging for mercy. Tonight, you will worship me like a goddess.”

She deposited his limp body crudely atop the plastic toilet lid with a thump, and watched him carefully to make sure he wasn’t pretending to play dead.

He didn’t want her to realise; but he was mentally and physically drained - any kind of escape was beyond him completely, not to mention the punishment she might inflict for another failed bolt for freedom.

The girl pulled her damp hair tight into a ponytail and affixed it with a pink scrunchie, towelling off whilst all the while keeping her attention fixed on the slumped boy.

He tried to avoid looking at her but slowly, inexorably his gaze was drawn to her – she was a walking wet dream.

He was scared, terrified even, of the things she could do to him, but try as he might, the idea of her, the scale of her, had an irresistible hold on him.

This was all so terribly confusing.