"Stop running away!" Laura laughed. The tiny people at her feet were terrified. They had tried to run when she towered above their hunting cabin but a stomp in their path had convinced them to stay.
The rain, merely a drizzle to Laura, weighed heavy on them. They stood in line in front of their house and regretted having waited for more favourable weather.
After waking up, Laura had realized quickly that sitting in the grey space ship, drinking filtered water and waiting for Janna to return was a tad too boring for her to endure. If Janna could go out and explore the tiny world, Laura decided, then she could too.
She had chosen to go in the opposite direction from yesterday, treading were no human had trodden before. At first, there hadn't been anything but forest but at a small river she found a dirt road through the woods. A little column of smoke had then shown her the position of the tiny house she was now standing in front of, very much to the discomfort of it's puny inhabitants.
The rain had softened up the already soft top soil and Laura's bare feet were sinking even deeper into the earth than the day before. It wasn't uncomfortably cold though.
The house was old and made completely from wood and was about the size of Laura's fist. Must and ivy had climbed the facade and roof. It looked like it had been there for a long time. The six people, five men and a woman, standing in front of it didn't look that old though. Laura's toes wriggled with anticipation.
"What do you want, giantess?" The woman yelled up at Laura, surprisingly fierce for someone this small.
That much she understood, with a little work of her mind. The grammar was simple, easy, and she had learned many words yesterday. She knew her speech wasn't anywhere near flawless, but she already felt able to express her desires in this case. Verbs were harder to learn than nouns and involved some serious party-pantomime-game skills to make the little people understand what she wanted to know but Laura had always been good at those. Words for crushing things were an obvious necessity at her size and she had gotten her tiny teachers to teach her easily enough. Then she had crushed a few of them, later. And she was going to crush some more now.
"I want to eat food and squish people." She announced flatly. "Who of you would like to be smushed first?"
It was a terribly surreal question to be asked, no doubt, even more so when the asker was more than able to make it true.
"Why?!" the woman yelled angrily after a few seconds.
"Because I'm hungry, people have to eat, you know?" Laura said with a grin and quickly dabbed one of the men to the ground with her big toe. He fit beneath it quite nicely and she pushed down, compressing his tiny helpless body into the dirt. It felt exciting to feel him squish under her bare skin.
The other men rushed away from Laura's foot and quickly scurried back into the house. The woman remained were she was, unable to grasp the senseless cruelty.
"But why do you have to kill people?!" She asked with a shaking voice, filled with helpless dread.
"Because I'm big and I can." Laura laughed.
The tiny woman was furious. She yelled some profane insults that Laura didn't understand and charged at the giant girl's foot. Instinctively, Laura pulled it back at first but then waited to see if the tiny female was able to do any damage. She couldn't help but giggle at the way the puny little alien's hits and kicks were barely tickling her.
"Aww, look..." Laura cooed after the beating had slowed down a little. "I'm sorry I squished your friend, okay? Let's sit down and talk."
Careful not to squish the the little female, she turned around and slowly lowered her behind on the hunting cabin.
"Get out!" The woman screamed at the men in the house but it was too late. With a 'crunch' Laura's buttocks bulldozed the tiny lodge flat.
"Oops, sorry!" Laura giggled and lifted her butt a few times and letting it fall down again, causing deeper and deeper craters in the earth. "I think your friends are pretty flat now."
The woman was crying and fell to her knees.
"Why?!" She cried repeatedly.
"Why do you squash a bug?" Laura countered the question. "There is no why, it is simply convenient to do so. Do you wanna play a game little bug?"
"No!" The woman squealed but Laura didn't care. The tiny thing was bothersome and boring anyway. She lifted herself off the flattened building and turned around. The house had flattened marvellously, embedded in the imprint of Laura's ass, and with her index finger she poked among the rubble to find the men. Their tiny bodies were smashed completely.
"Hey little bug." Laura said turning back to the crying woman. "I'll make you a trade. You show me were the next village is and I wont squash you, okay?"
The woman wiped her tears away and slowly stood up. In the rain it had something awe inspiring, even at her minute scale.
"No!" She yelled decidedly. "I'd rather die than tell you anything!"
"Well." Laura began with a sigh. "I guess I can arrange that."
She snatched the little fighter off the ground and pinched her head in between her thumb and index finger. Smilingly, she looked her tiny victim straight in the eye while she started to squeeze. When the woman started to squeal, Laura let go. It seemed unusually difficult to squish the tiny female's head but Laura hadn't even nearly used all her strength yet.
-
Shiela felt the unearthly pressure on her skull retreat. It was clear to her that this giantess had easily enough power to crush her, no matter how many protective spells she would cast upon herself. She sensed that the depravity of her captor would require another kind of magic to escape.
"Oh." the giantess said in her clumsy, careless way to speak the common tongue that made her sound so mindlessly stupid. "Don't want talk yet? That pity, little bug."
Shiela smiled right into her captors face when she grabbed her volcanic glass dagger.
"No!" She yelled again and drove the weapon deep into the giantess' thumb.
"Outch!" The giantess yelped and let go of Shiela. Soaring towards the earth from a height of eighty steps, Shiela holstered her dagger and spread her arms.
-
The pain hadn't been bad at all, even less painful than a sting with a needle yet it had come unexpected and Laura had been surprised. She spied the tiny woman falling to her death but, with a sudden unexpected twist, the tiny body vanished out of her clothes.
Laura blinked twice to believe her eyes. An empty leather coat and green rags slipped to the ground and a bird, a crow, soared into the forest and was gone. Laura was dumbstruck.
"Wait!" She yelled and stomped after the crow, crushing and ripping the forest apart. "Come back, please!"
But it was gone. Laura frantically searched the ground for maybe she had been blinded by a trick or something, but the ground showed no sign of the woman at all. She had seen it, Laura was sure, she had seen that puny little bitch turn into a crow. She had seen magic. Something shivered her. Goosebumps raised the fine hair on her arms.
-
Shiela dove through the foliage and made haste to get away, the mad giantess stomping after her, flattening trees as if they were nothing. It had been a tad too close for Shiela's taste. Her black wings fluttered furiously. She was still good at this, even though she hadn't used this spell, or any spell for that matter, in a very long time.
It was time to call upon the other druids and witches and try to purge the land of the giants once again. She had enjoyed her time with the hunters but a more serious age was upon them all. An age that would rattle the lands in their foundations and reshape the rule of kings of queens. Soaring high into the sky she uttered her call and a thousand beasts answered, running to tell the others that the council would meet.
The rat familiar cries out, to the witch in the village, she rises up from her hide out, and screams over and over again.
-
Suddenly, everywhere around, birds rushed out of the foliage and fluttered into the distance. Something strange and oddly magical was going on here. As cool and exciting as it was, Laura also found it scary. She noticed a crow that had flown the highest and now turned back towards the cover of the trees, just an arms length in front of her.
"Come here!" She roared and slammed her hands together just below it. The gust of wind produced by her hands sent the tiny bird tumbling upwards, so Laura smashed at it again, barely missing it a second time. The crow was smaller than a pin head, flying around like a fruit fly and just as hard to catch.
-
The giantess seemed even more massive when Shiela was in crow form. Mindlessly, the behemoth smashed at her, risking to liquefy it's prey with every move. But as ineffective the gargantuan hands were in catching Shiela due to the wind that they caused, the giant girl herself was able to walk much faster than Shiela could fly.
She had underestimated the giantess and uttered her call too early. Now she really feared for her life.
-
Laura changed tactics from smashing her hands together to swatting at her tiny victim. It was surprisingly entertaining because for once there was a prey that was actually hard to catch. Not paying any attention to where she was going, Laura pursued her tiny victim, unsuccessfully swatting at it. The little raven was just too light and was continuously pushed out of the way by the air that Laura's hands displaced.
This however, made it extremely difficult for the tiny crow to stay in the air. After some five minutes of swatting, the bird crashed into a clearing.
-
Shiela was done for. The giantess had too much power and didn't get tired swatting at her. Her little wings finally gave in and she tumbled to the ground. As soon as she'd hit it, she began to turn back into her human form. The giantess was quick to put a thumb on her, but Shiela couldn't have moved anyway, she was so tired.
-
"Try anything funny like turning into a bird again and I'll fucking squelch you, you little shit!" Laura roared victoriously.
One minute later the tiny thing was stuck in Laura's fist and looked really desperate. If the little prisoner would decide to turn air worthy again, Laura would just close her fist and squish it.
"What are you?!" She demanded a little too loud and excited, causing visible pain to the tiny alien's ears.
-
"I'm a druid!" Shiela whined. "I am one with the forest and protector of the balance!"
The giant idiot obviously didn't understand a word she was saying.
"How can you turn to bird?" The stupid behemoth asked further.
"Magic." Shiela said at a loss for words that the giantess could comprehend.
The giant girl repeated the word but wrinkled her forehead. Shiela gathered some strength and summoned a lightning ball that struck the giantess' fist. A surprised gasp escaped her lips but she wouldn't let Shiela slip a second time.
"Ma-gic" The giantess repeated and seemed to be completely in awe. Shiela found it stupid that a being so utterly in defiance of balance and nature as a giant would gawk at a tiny ball of lightning like a simple peasant. Dragons were powerful and ruthless too but at least their minds were sharp and could be reasoned with, or so her master had taught her. Dragons had been gone even a lot longer than the giants, as had the elves and all the others, bar the wretched undead.
This brought a new idea to her. There was a fairly simple spell, that almost any druid knew, that allowed them to communicate with animals. Shiela reckoned that it was worth a try. When she had canalized the arcane energy, a dull pain in her forehead told her that this was her last spell for the day.
-
Suddenly, Laura felt a little light headed. Something had changed, but she didn't know what it was. Memories of what the woman had said suddenly formed in her head, as if she could understand her in retrospect somehow.
"Druid." She whispered. "Magic."
"I will understand you and you will understand me, for a limited amount of time." The tiny woman explained. Her voice had changed, Laura could understand her much clearer and better now, almost effortlessly like talking in her mother tongue, or even better.
Laura was not sure if she was comfortable with this.
"Are you in my head?" She asked suspiciously and tightened her grip around the tiny witch.
"No!" Came the croaking answer. "Please, stop!"
Laura loosened her grip a little but narrowed her eyes and repeated her question from earlier: "How do you do this?"
"Anyone capable of magic is born with it." Shiela explained in pain. "I became a druid after my mentor came to my family and took me."
"They just take children and make them their subjects?" Laura asked, taking anthropologist's notes in her head.
While Shiela explained further, Laura was quickly able to grasp the picture. The druids and witches were comparable to a cult, shunned by the general public, most living alone or undercover and pursuing such senseless hippie-goals as protecting the forest and maintaining 'balance'. Apparently, there were other, more or less accepted brands of 'magicians', but the overall amount of people who were able to do magic was pretty small. Whenever Shiela was reluctant to go on, Laura hurt her until she complied. The tiny woman was very weak by then and less and less able to put up any resistance.
"I want to see your magic again." Laura demanded but Shiela shook her little head.
"I have spent all my arcane powers for today." She said. "Please stop torturing me."
She started to weep in Laura's hands but Laura didn't feel any pity for her.
-
The giantess didn't stop and continued to interrogate her. Too weak to bear the pain any longer, Shiela regretfully told her anything she could, including where villages and cities were, that she knew of.
Most of the questions seemed almost benign however and Shiela asked herself why a giant would want to know how the society of the people was organized. She told the giantess about how the kingdom, villages and families were organized. Surely, that knowledge couldn't harm anybody.
Some questions though, like such about the nature and make up of her magic, Shiela couldn't sufficiently explain, and was punished by being squeezed until her head spun.
-
Laura mercilessly squeezed the orange dry, being more and more ruff with the little druidess until she was sure she told her everything voluntarily. A wealth of information she was able to obtain from her and when at some point the spell stopped working, the little thing was almost unconscious.
The overall structure of society seemed to be pretty medieval with only the people capable of magic playing a special, yet fairly unimportant, role.
Tomorrow she would make the woman answer some more questions, Laura decided, and show her magic or what ever it was to Janna, so they could study it and become even more famous once they'd be saved from this planet. It seemed to be a pretty easy way to gain a lot of information without the trouble of having to research it all by observation.
Shoving Shiela into her pocket, Laura took off to the nearest village to finally get some food. Her fingers played with the tiny woman. It had a certain kink to it, having so much power over the little thing. Perhaps she'd live it out on some village people soon.
-
In Andergast, the name giving capital of the kingdom, King Aele sat bored in his throne and was getting drunk. He was a large man with rosy cheeks and an appetite for whine and ale and the years after he had inherited the kingdom from his father, saved it from civil war and worked out a shaky truce with the neighbouring kingdom of Nostria had grown him fat and impatient.
Nothing ever happened and only tournaments, hunting trips and drink were able to sweeten his sour mood. He hadn't touched his undesirable wife in two years except for beating her bloody when her endless pouting and ugly visage enraged him every now and then.
Today he was in a particularly bad mood, his wife sitting by his side with a fresh black eye.
Suddenly, a strange looking man wandered through the mighty gates to the throne room. He was easily two heads smaller than than the King, stocky and dirty, clothed in earth coloured rags with a filthy, long beard of black and grey that looked like a birds nest. King Aele knew the man and that his beard actually was a birds nest. It was Vengyr, the eldest and most mighty of the druids.
The two had had a bit of a falling out after the druids and witches, who hardly ever engaged in the affairs of men, helped the king to end the civil war.
Aele jumped from his seat in alarm.
"Who in Praios' name let him in here?!" He screamed at his men, "Protect me from him!"
Two of his kings guard immediately shot their cross bows but a sudden gust of wind, strong enough to blow the two seemingly sleeping guards at the gate off their feet, threw the bolts off track.
"Mage!" King Aele hollerred at his only court mage and the blue-robed man stepped forward. "Protect me from his magic!"
The mage made a few fancy looking gestures with his hands and staff before Vengyr tiredly raised his had. Suddenly, the mage dropped his staff to the ground and started to dance and jump hilariously through the room, clearing the way between the druid and the king.
"At him, damn it!" Aele yelled at his guards but they only stared to the ceiling, drooling from their mouths, a simpleton's satisfaction in their eyes.
Vengyr chuckled hideously and stepped closer.
"Have you forgotten me, king?!" He demanded. "I have come to collect on a promise you gave me once!"
"We have no open promises, you bastard!" King Aele fumed and looked for his squire who fearfully cowered in a corner with the king's sword. "You helped me appease the lords and I would let your people in peace. Tell me why else I shouldn't have every single one of you burned for the witchers you are?!"
"Oh my king, you are in the wrong!" The druid hissed. "Your people have scorned mine were they could and have burned them at their will!"
"I am not responsible for the actions of peasants!" King Aele roared as the druid got even closer.
"But you have wronged me twice!" Vengyr went on. "You promised to rule with justice, you promised to rule with reason and you promised to rule with mercy!"
He raised his hand again and King Aele was thrown back into his chair, fighting futilely to get back up, helpless against the powerful spell.
"Giants have risen again!" The druid continued. "And one of your shady, little lords is with them!"
"This talk of giants is madness!" King Aele screamed at the top of his lungs. "I have everyone flogged who dares to speak of it!"
"Madness?!" Vengyr repeated wrathfully and clenched his hand into a fist, drawing screams of agony from the king.
Then he lowered his hand and the king relaxed. The guards woke up from their drooling and the mage finally stopped to dance around. Vengyr stood there in the middle of the room with hanging shoulders and a look of wise sadness in his eyes before he dissolved into a murder of crows that flew hastily through the nearest window.
"Oh, but it is not madness, my king." His calm voice echoed in the hall. "It is Ludwig who is betraying you. Slay the giants and the debt is paid."
"Call in the bloody banners!" King Aele growled at his guardsmen, his chest heaving with hatred. "Tomorrow we will ride and fight! Send scouts to the lands of Sir Ludwig and have them report to me in the morning!"
"Cup bearer!" He added as the guardsmen rushed out of the room. "Bring me the strongest ale we've got!"
-
The village of Andrafall was one of the larger in Andergast, almost a small city. It was build along the banks of the Andra, a river that connected it with the capital. The surrounding lands produced mostly timber, most of which was processed in Andrafall, supporting a small, local economy.
The quaint life of the villagers going about their day to day business was abruptly disturbed, when faint but ever increasing tremors could be felt in the ground. Soon they noticed a gigantically tall girl, smilingly walking down stream towards them.
"Hide!" The captain of the militia yelled at the people. The horn was blown to let every able man know to arm themselves.
"Is it bandits?" Some of the men who joined the bunch armed with pikes and pitchforks foolishly asked. "Is it the castle's men?"
They all stood and looked in horror when they saw what was coming at them.
-
The fine drizzling rain had finally soaked through Laura's clothes and she was happy to get something to eat at last. She'd taken an awful lot of time talking to Shiela, although it had very much paid off.
When she came closer to the village, she saw that there was already panic on the ground. People running around, hiding in houses, an empty float slowly floating down stream, hastily abandoned, but also a small mob of armed men, forming a circle, protectively raising their weapons against her.
The village was a great deal larger than the one Laura had seen the day before, covering an area the size of an average swimming pool. There were several stone houses and a small tower in the centre.
"Hey little peeps." Laura greeted them playfully. "Don't be afraid. I just want something to eat."
Even though Shiela's spell had worn off, Laura found that her ability to speak the alien language having improved greatly, as if she had learned during the time that the spell was active.
"There are two ways we can do this." She explained. "You feed me until I'm full, or I crush every single one of you flat. What's it gonna be?"
-
The local bailiff, head of the militia in case of an attack such as this, had never been a bright fellow. A blow to his forehead with an iron skillet as a kid from his mother had left him simple but he possessed an impeccable sense for immediate action.
A giant woman coming to town, demanding to be fed lest she squish people was a problem and even though some of his men had already retreated into the dubious safety of their homes, he was armed and willing to deal with it.
"Form line! Advance!" He ordered and the militiamen hesitantly followed.
-
Laura narrowed her lips in disapproval, unsure what to make of about one hundred tiny people advancing at her with tooth picks. She'd like to try out if those weapons could hurt her feet before she would start to fight back. Her hesitation was punished right away.
"Charge!" One of the men yelled and they came running at her. Surprised, she took a step back and the men, encouraged by her insecurity, quickened their pace, another step and then another until someone in their ranks yelled: "Halt!"
Cheering and screaming, beating their chests, the puny little villagers stood before Laura, having pushed her back five steps away from the village. Laura couldn't let that stand. Hesitantly she stretched out one leg, presenting her foot for the people to attack.
One younger lad, suddenly very brave, ran forward and hauled his pitchfork at her foot. It bounced off, not dealing any damage.
-
A knight's sword, a well forged lance, a scorpion's bolt or something of that calibre might have pierced the giantess's skin. But with King Aele controlling the steel and iron production, those weapons were reserved for his men, not simple peasants.
The smarter one's among the militia watched in horror, as the giantess seemed to understand. The bailiff however was very astonished when the giantess leapt in to the air and landed on top of him.
-
It didn't hurt at all. Laura had jumped into the air and had her feet land on the densest part of the formation. Spears and pitch forks broke, the earth sunk and bodies were liquefied under the enormous weight of her landing body. People popped open and sprayed the bystanders with blood and body matter along with dirt and water displaced by her mighty feet.
The panic sat in immediately. Most weapons were dropped and the men dispersed heedlessly in all directions. Some still tried to poke at Laura's feet without success except for one who had inherited the lance of his father and was repaid for the needle poke by Laura's foot sliding sideways and running him over.
Laura licked her lips as she started the crush-fest, mercilessly stomping fleeing militia into the ground, aiming at larger groups first. As their ranks thinned out she allowed herself to become more playful. She marched in goose step over her victims or stomped single men as hard she could to see how mushy they would turn.
When she couldn't see anybody running any more she searched around and made a pile of the half-squished, wounded people. There were only about ten and she piled them up and took position.
"Tick, tack..." She laughed and made the first steps towards the pile. "...Toe!"
She put her toes on the pile and started to mash the people in between them, grinding them to a pulp before admiring her work. Some had escaped, sure, but there couldn't be any doubt that she had easily just squashed a total eighty or so people into paste in about three minutes. Her toes and soles were covered in dirt, blood and pieces of people. She was horny with power, inexplicably wet between the legs.
-
"I'm sorry, my lord." Janna said after hours of talking to Sir Ludwig. "I'm so hungry, I cannot..."
"Concentrate." Sir Ludwig finished and lowered his head. "I understand, righteous giantess. Let me propose to you that we will go to my keep and see if my men have prepared more for you."
"You think they have, my lord?", Janna asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course they have!" Sir Ludwig answered fervently. "On my orders!"
"Where are they taking it from?" She inquired further.
"Taxes, only what the people of the land can spare." He lied, knowing full well that the righteous giantess could never know that his men were plundering his very own villages and settlements to feed her.
She seemed a little unsure: "But not...mean, right? I could never..."
"No, no!" Ludwig raised his hand, interrupting her. "No one will starve because you eat a little food, and why would they? We have plenty, rest assured!"
Somehow, lying had always come very easy to him, even as a boy.
"Good." Janna said and collected the unwilling soldiers into her hand. "Down this road?"
-
The soldiers hadn't wanted to be carried by Janna but she paid little concern to their discomfort. After all, they were good Sir Ludwig's men and they'd be able to handle it. Plus, Janna was just too awfully hungry at this point.
The keep was like a tiny castle, situated on a little hill in the forest, with a single stone tower and a hall, some wooden houses and stables surrounding it. It looked dark, functional and positively medieval. If Janna sat on the hill, she could have covered the entire thing with her butt.
At the foot of the hill there were a few more huts and a larger open space were people and wagons stood. Wagons full of food.
-
Lares was a genius, Ludwig thought. Even though the man was merely the bastard son of a sell-sword, he was extremely capable indeed. When they reached the open space were goods were usually loaded there was a feast for the giantess.
"Put us down, my dear." He told the giantess and she complied happily. It was all too easy.
"Thank you, milord." One of his soldier mumbled to him when they stepped off the enormous hand.
"Feel free to feast, righteous giantess! This is all for you!" Sir Ludwig called and was rewarded with a giant grin.
-
Finally there was a meal that would get Janna full. She hesitated to start because there were still tiny frightened people loading the wagons with food. She did not want to eat any more innocent people or hurt them in other ways.
"Get out of the way, little ones." She cooed before she knelt down slowly and carefully. A huge, gargantuan body such as hers was here could cause much fright and destruction. There were over thirty wagons tightly packing the square, each filled with all kinds of delicious things. When she extended her hand to grab the first wagon, the tiny people stopped scurrying around and watched her eat.
Eagerly, Janna gobbled up carload for carload. There was meat, beets, cabbage, apples, mushrooms, corn, bread and even kohlrabi. Halfway through the meal three very frightened cattle drivers drove thirty heads of cattle around the square and into Janna's reach. Confronted with a hungry giant the herd panicked but the cows were picked off piece by piece, ground into a pulp and sent into Janna's belly before any of them could escape. Her teeth mauled ten cows at once without a problem, raw meat, guts, brains and all. It didn't disgust her as she would otherwise have expected it would, perhaps on account of her hunger.
-
Behind the giantess, three bullies played at a younger boy.
"Do it. Or we beat you some more!" One said.
"I knew he wouldn't do it, coward!" Another one spat and came at him.
"No!" The boy cried, turned around and ran. The giantess was kneeling and sitting on her heels, the soles of her boots sticking out behind her. The bullies laughed as they saw the boy vanish in between her feet.
It was strange and the voice atmosphere was a little like inside a cave. The giantess's enormous legs created a tunnel towards her knees. Heat radiated from her body. Still hearing the bullies sneer at him he pressed on, only faintly aware of the danger he was in.
In between her thighs there was a small gap were he could watch past her breasts towards her face, just as she lifted a cow inside her mouth and chewed. It was gruesome. Deciding to go back, the boy noticed the tunnel becoming wider, the legs moving outwards. Back to her feet, out of here, he thought. It was a fatal mistake.
Relaxing and enjoying the meal, Janna positioned herself a little more comfortably. Letting her knees slide apart, she settled on her butt but she was way to occupied filling her belly to feel the faint and momentary struggle before the boy was squashed like a grape.
The bullies made a hasty retreat, laughing at the boy's demise.
-
Sir Ludwig hadn't noticed any of it as he stood on the opposite end of the giantess, discussing further plans with Lares and watching the cows meet their gruesome ends.
As always, Lares was concerned.
"We will run out of food within three days." He said. "And even if we manage to feed her for the fourth, the peasants are not taking it, my lord. If we keep this up they will rebel."
"Then we have her squash them." Ludwig replied dismissively "You should've seen what she did to that hunter I sent with the scouts. I told the bitch he was a rapist and," he snapped his fingers, "down the hatch he went. She's not very bright and rather unstable, as are most women."
"Sounds like your wife." Lares commented with a grin.
"Haha, indeed." Ludwig sneered. "If only she knew how often I fucked that miller's daughter last month."
Lares smiled: "What about the other giantess, the one the villagers talk about?"
"You mean the one we haven't seen yet?" Ludwig said tiredly. "Put that off till tomorrow, will you. If she exists I dare bet she will be hard to miss."
-
Meanwhile, Laura was feasting too.
"Just bring me food and no one else is going to die." She had said upon entering the village. "I will squash houses until all of you are here in the centre."
Having said that she started with the nearest little hut. Her toes had brought down the house with ease and Laura rested them on top of the rubble and gave them a few twists, mercilessly squashing the family she had spied running inside before.
It hadn't taken long for the villagers to understand how it was going to be.
Now, Laura was sitting amidst several hundreds of them, having destroyed a few unfortunate houses with her legs stretched. The people stood and walked well within arms reach of Laura, who just put her hand on the ground to have it filled with more food. When her hand was full she'd bring it up to her mouth and poured the food inside.
"Do you need anything else?" A woman asked hesitantly as Laura poured another hand of food into her mouth.
"Yes." Laura said, faking annoyance. "To be undisturbed while I eat."
She lifted one butt cheek and she pushed the woman underneath before settling down again. Laura giggled as she felt the woman pop underneath her weight. She remembered an old fairytale and decided to play it out.
"Just kidding." She said tracking a tiny girl with her thumb before pinning her down and lifting her up. "When I have eaten I will take thirty of your prettiest girls. Round them up, start now."
It was mind-boggling to observe the cruel group mechanics at work. Protective fathers, mothers and husbands were beaten down and held, having to watch as the most precious things in their lives were taken away from them and offered to an evil monster.
While the girls were being rounded up and her left hand was being filled with food again, Laura regarded the tiny girl in her other hand. The poor thing was frightened to the death but didn't struggle, scarred stiff.
Laura played around with her, lifting the girl above her mouth and opening it. A few gasps and 'mercy' cries erupted from the crowd. Laura closed her mouth again, wrinkling her nose, unsure if she really wanted to eat the girl.
The girl's last cry was cut short as she was crushed like a grape in between Laura's thumb and index finger, drawing a squirt of blood splashing on Laura's shirt. After smearing the remains in between her fingers, she hesitantly touched them with her tongue, trying the taste. It tasted like raw meat smelled, with a funny, somewhat exciting note to it.
Curious, she took another girl from the crowd, carelessly ripped her clothes off and threw her into her mouth. The tiny thing tried to walk around but slipped and slid helplessly on Laura's tongue. Practically on it's own doing, Laura's little snack moved itself towards doom. She let it happen, and when the tiny morsel fell into her throat, she swallowed. The realization that there was now a living person inside her belly, facing digestion, had a whole new type of power rush to it. Laura felt like going somewhere more private.
"Undress them." She commanded, nodding at the thirty little sacrifices while standing up. Men and women alike blissfully ripped the clothes of the girls' bodies, accepting their demise as a fair price for having the giantess gone.
Carefully not to brake them, Laura picked her tiny toys up and distributed them among her front jeans pockets, giving Shiela a little company. Looking down, Laura found that the people still obediently stood around her in a half circle.
"Bye." She said and stomped a last time into the crowd, turning her foot print into a mass grave.
People around her foot were knocked to the ground and sprayed with the remnants of their fellow villagers. She gave them a last smile before she walked back the way she came, trying to figure out where best to play with her prisoners. The rain had stopped but the ground was still soft and it would be evening soon.
-
When Janna was satisfied with her meal she thought about how Laura might have spent the day. Probably exploring, doing something crazy, Janna worried. It was either that or sleeping all day. Janna hoped that her friend had been able to find some food at least. There was nothing significant left here that Janna could take home for her friend but she also knew that bringing more food would take the tinies time and it was already late afternoon.
"My lord.", Janna apologetically addressed Sir Ludwig, "Might I...um...might I ask for some more?"
-
Ludwig and Lares just stared at the giantess in disbelief. What she had eaten would have fed an entire army for a month. Thirty wagons of food, thirty heads of cattle. Perhaps Lares was right.
"Are you not satisfied, righteous giantess? Are you not full?" Sir Ludwig called at her.
"She is like my fucking wife." He angrily whispered to Lares.
"I am." The giantess announced. "And I am very, very thankful for all you have given me. But my friend is at my...homestead, and she likely hasn't eaten in a long time. My lord, I beg you for some more."
"So there's that with the other bitch." Ludwig whispered. "Get moving, bring everything you can until sundown. Empty the dungeons, undress them and gag them, let them wash themselves first. Once she feeds on people our little food crisis will be over. Make haste."
"You think she'll eat them?" Lares asked already half on the move.
"Let this be my concern." Ludwig said sternly and started to walk towards the towering titaness.
-
"Of course, my dear!" Tiny Sir Ludwig proclaimed fatherly while he walked in between the empty wagons. "It will only take some more time.”
Somewhat relieved, Janna smiled. She offered the minute man her hand to climb on to and he did.
"Let us walk for a while." He said. "I must speak to you."
Obediently, Janna stood up and strolled along the empty road, carefully listening the lord's concerns.
"As you already learned, righteous giantess," He began slowly, "there are evil people out there. Rapists, murderers, thieves and the like. In fact, we have captured a few of them and are holding them prisoner."
Janna couldn't guess what he was aiming at and continued listening.
"It is customary to execute them." He explained further. "But it is a practise that I despise, however my people demand it. Still, wasting their lives, throwing them away so," he sighed deeply before he continued, "I should like their deaths to serve a higher purpose."
"Woa, tread carefully, little lord." Janna objected as she started to grasp what he was getting at.
"Of course, righteous giantess." Sir Ludwig cringed, atoning. "Forgive me, I forgot myself, only..."
He sighed deeply again as if something heavy was weighing on his mind.
"What?" Janna asked, filled with concern.
"I'm not sure if we can feed two of your size." Sir Ludwig explained. "And the prisoners are so many! Such a tragedy to waste their lives on the block!"
"If we are being a burden on you or your people we will go to another kingdom and ask them for food." She offered. "We are big. We can go very far in a very short time. I'm sure we will find something else."
"Oh, righteous giantess." He mourned. "I'm afraid the other kingdoms will attack you and slay you down!"
"I don't think they could." Janna chuckled and randomly squashed a tree to illustrate her point.
They were just trees after all and she destroyed so many of them while walking. One more or less didn't make a difference at this point.
"Oh, but they are stronger than you think." He said, looking directly into her eyes. "And if not, would you rather kill the innocent to take their food instead of eating murderers and rapists?"
Janna abruptly stopped and regarded the tiny man in her hands. She could trust him, she was sure, and his reason was impeccable. He'd not lie to her. She could squish him like a pesky fly if she wanted to and yet he had obediently climbed into her hand, showing her that he trusted her as well. She was lucky to have found him.
"Perhaps we can make the world better, one evil man at a time." She replied softly. "I will give it a try, but it will be difficult."
"Thank you." Sir Ludwig said and gratefully lowered his head.
"I should warn you though." Janna added. "My friend is a little, say, less careful than I am. She can get carried away, unaware of her size. People might get hurt."
-
Ludwig listened up. That sounded very promising. Perhaps, the other giantess could be easier convinced to commit violence and prove even more useful to him.
"It is quite alright." He tried to conciliate the giantess' concerns. "I trust that you can contain her."
"I don't know." She answered unconvinced. "Maybe she shouldn't interact with your kind at all."
"I should like to meet her." He proposed in return. "I am sure that everything will be good."
-
When Laura arrived back at the ship she took the girls out of her pockets and deposited them on her mattress. Shiela she carefully put in another Erlenmayer flask, sealing the bottle with a cork to prevent her from flying away when she would be able to.
Laura could hardly wait to hear what Janna would have to say about the druidess' magic but was also glad that her friend wasn't here yet, giving her time to play with her other hostages.
The scared little dolls huddled up on the field bed while Laura stepped out of her clothes. Naked, she crawled upon the bed with her eyes glued to the little girls. Some of the naked teenagers were crying, others faced their fate with silent helplessness.
They were all very beautiful, Laura found as she eyed them from up close. Laura imagined they were fellow students from the university. Not that she ever had any trouble with the popular, beautiful females at her university, in fact being one of them herself, but it was a very compelling thought to be able to make them all into tiny sex slaves at her mercy.
She sat down in front of them, spreading her legs, exposing them to her womanhood. They all stared at it, fearfully. Laura licked her lips and started to touch herself, her left hand playing with her tits.
"It's bigger than you." she whispered and plucked her first victim out of the crowd. Using the wetness from her crotch the helpless girl stuck to the tip of Laura's finger and she carefully carried the tiny thing in between her legs to push her inside herself. Tiny kicks and struggles could be felt but the girl was way too little to stimulate Laura on her own.
Still, the thought of using a person for a dildo sent a shiver down her spine. She pushed a little deeper until the girl got stuck somewhere inside of her and pulled out her finger. She shivered. Shocked, the naked beauties stared at Laura's empty fingertip.
Hungrily, she pushed herself forward and forced the crowd of girls towards her crotch with her hands. Even though the mattress was pretty hard, Laura's weight formed a dent in it and the girls closest to Laura started to slide beneath her towering body.
She leaned back a little and spread her lips with her fingers.
"Inside." She commanded but the girls didn't think that was a good idea. Laura's hand grabbed one and forcefully shoved her in, no doubt hurting her in the process, then again, until the rest obediently followed.
With a little more help from Laura's fingers the last one, except for four who had become partially stuck under Laura's butt, was shoved inside. Now Laura could feel them clearly. Their tiny hands and feet, imprisoned inside of her, fighting for their lives. It felt incredible.
After she saved one last girl from in between the mattress and her butt, Laura reclined on her back, her fingers already playing inside herself. The naked girl she saved she pressed onto her love button, the little struggles intensifying her pleasures even more.
Then she paused shortly to appreciate the moment. Thirty beautiful girls for one orgasm, giving their lives so that she could have some sexual relief. It seemed wasteful and excessive. A mischievous smile curled on Laura's lips and she continued to masturbate away.
More and more recklessly, Laura played with herself, breaking the girls inside her. She mashed the other girl against her clitoris, smearing her all over the place. She thought about what it had to be like to be used as a sex toy by a giant girl, what her victims might be thinking, tasting, smelling, feeling, how many had been smothered to death by now, how many had been crushed or drowned in her inner wetness.
Laura's back arched and her hips slid forward, squashing the remaining little girls under her butt. She shook violently for a few times before she collapsed on the mattress, panting heavily.
"Sorry, little people." She mumbled. "That was necessary."
It had been indeed.
Slowly she withdrew her fingers from within herself. They had surprisingly little blood on them but that didn't mean much. Laura felt around in her crotch with her other hand and found a few squished bodies. Anything else had worked it's way deeper inside of her.
She enjoyed the afterglow of the orgasm for a few more minutes before she reluctantly went to remove the traces of her games. There was no point in making Janna upset unnecessarily, plus Laura really wasn't comfortable sleeping with a pussy full of corpses. She wiped the bodies off her bed with a paper towel and took a quick bath in the lake to clean herself out.
Bodies, mangled or whole drifted to the surface. When Laura was finished, she noticed that one of them was still moving. She really had to suppress a laugh. Indeed, there was a tiny naked girl, trying desperately to swim ashore. With a huge grin on her face, Laura lifted her out of the water.
"Hello there." She cooed. "Did you enjoy the ride? How did you survive that?"
"Please!" The girl begged weakly and in horror. "Please, let me go!"
Laura wrinkled her nose and slowly shook her head.
"God, I love to be big." She said and lowered the girl back towards her crotch. She could still feel the tiny plaything kicking while she walked back to the spaceship.
-
Janna wasn't really sure if she was comfortable with the idea of eating prisoners but it seemed to mean a lot to the tiny lord. If they were going to be killed anyway they might as well serve to quench her hunger. Convincing Laura of eating them would probably be the most difficult part but if Laura wasn't going to eat them, Janna would simply have them for breakfast. What a weird thought, she found.
Eighteen prisoners, Janna counted, mostly men but also a few females in the bunch. Young, old, everything was among them. They were gagged, blindfolded and had their hands tied with string. Apart from the prisoners the tiny people had only been able to provide five more wagons full of food. Janna took her shirt off and folded it into a sack to carry the food. It wouldn't be enough to get Laura full, but at least her friend wouldn't starve.
"Thank you for everything." Janna said and truly meant it. "I hope I haven't overstretched your hospitality."
"Never!" Sir Ludwig beamed and bowed down. "And I thank you as well. You can come here tomorrow to break your fast!"
That last sentence earned him a look of disbelief from the man standing next to him.
"'Till tomorrow then, my lord." Janna smiled thankfully and turned around to return to the space ship, the improvised sack in the one hand, the prisoners in the other. Her hands were quite full but none of the blindfolded people dared to move. She could feel them shiver with fear while she walked.
When she was halfway back to the ship, she stopped at a glade along the way. She put the food down and carefully poured the prisoners onto the grass. It was already getting dark but she had to get rid of her doubts.
She picked out a young, intelligent looking man and lifted him to his feet. His knees were shaking put he remained where he was, fearfully turning his head, unable to see.
"Hold still." Janna commanded and very carefully ripped the gag out of his mouth, causing him visible discomfort.
"What do you want with me?" The boy mewled as soon has she had let go of him.
"What is your crime?" Janna harshly ignored his question. "Speak the truth or I swear I will rip your head off."
"Please!" The boy begged. "I...I stole a pig. I don't want to die I just...it was just a pig!"
Killing someone for stealing a pig wasn't just at all but absolutely common in any primitive society. After all, a pig was quite an investment on a families part and stealing it could mean a great setback for them, even putting them at risk of starvation.
"Are the others criminals too?" she asked calmly.
The boy nodded: "Yes, we are from the lord's dungeon. Please, what will you do with us?"
Janna was in a bad mood. This place was making her sick. The alien society was so rotten, poor and desperate that it seemed impossible to tell good from evil. She took the boy in between her fingers and lifted him to her mouth.
"I will eat you." She whispered and lowered him inside. She didn't swallow him right away while she collected the other prisoners and continued on her path.
He blindly stumbled around her mouth, falling, slipping, trying to find a way out with his hands. When he reached her molars he tried to climb over them and Janna helped him up with her tongue. Just when he had hauled himself on top she started to chew. Mercilessly, her unforgiving teeth ground the boy into a pulp that she sucked on her tongue and swallowed.
Janna recognized that she could eat these people with indifference.
When she was back at the ship she found that Laura had built a small fire inside the ship, just at the side that got torn off so that the smoke could escape. The girl sat next to it, wearing only panties and t-shirt while scribbling notes on a piece of paper in the loom of the flames.
It was kind of awkward for Janna.
"Hi." She said apologetically. "Sorry I wasn't here all day. I talked to this lord of that castle and he told me all kinds of things. I've brought you some food. Please don't be mad at me."
"Why would I be mad at you?" Laura smiled. "I went out a lone and some villagers gave me some food. It was alright."
"Oh, uh, good!" Janna sat down next to the fire. "Are you hungry? Here."
She opened her folded shirt and poured the prisoners next to the pile of food.
"Um, what the fuck?" Laura raised an eyebrow.
"It's alright." Janna explained calmly. "They are prisoners, thieves, rapists and stuff. Sir Ludwig says it's okay if we eat 'em. Try them, they're good."
She lifted a naked, blindfolded woman to her mouth, pushed her inside and started chewing.
"Wow, what happened?!" Laura asked perplexed.
"They're like on death row or something." Janna explained, swallowing her morsel. "I thought, if they are going to die anyway, why not eat them? Save the little people some trouble, you know?"
Laura couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that Janna, of all people, was sitting in front of her advocating murder, and eating people no less. Janna knew it was quite a change for her, but what else was she to do?
"Well, if you say so." Laura mused and picked a man from the group of prisoners. "Eww, that one's old!" She complained and flicked him out of the spaceship into the forest.
"What?!" She added upon noticing the disapproval in Janna's eyes. "I'm not gonna eat an old man with his balls and dick."
She shuddered at the thought and Janna laughed.
Laura picked a middle aged woman, shrugged her shoulders and threw her into her mouth. Janna heard screams of horror from Laura's half open maw as the girl was slowly crushed in between Laura's molars. She was going to say something, but let it slip, happy about Laura's lack of objection to the new food source.
-
Having seen Janna do it, it was quite alright, Laura decided, already picking out the next morsel. She brought the comparatively tall boy to her lips and started to lick his groin.
"Eww, what are you doing?" Janna asked horrified.
"What, I want him to die a happy man." Laura grinned impishly. Her efforts however didn't provoke a response from the tiny guy, his fear of death having heard the screams of horror and the grinding of bones preventing even the slightest sexual thought in his mind.
"Well, if you don't want." Laura commented and threw him into the air, skill-fully catching him with her mouth before swallowing him alive.
"I can too!" Janna exclaimed and took another man, throwing him in the air. Janna missed however and the man bounced of her cheek and fell to the ground.
"Meh!" She pouted and both girls regarded the man on the floor. He was alive but severely injured by the fall, slowly dragging himself forward.
"That's just wrong, Laura." Janna complained, having changed her mind about the game. "We should just eat them, not torture them. It's a bad enough punishment already."
"Don't tell me what to do." Laura responded. "It's not my bad if you suck at catching peanuts with your mouth."
Janna mumbled something that Laura couldn't understand.
"Dispose of him, will you?" Laura added demandingly. "You fucked him up, you put him out of his misery."
The tiny man really did look miserable but Janna was still hesitant.
"Just sit on top of him." Laura suggested. "You will hardly notice."
But he would, she added chuckling in her mind. Janna looked really sceptical about it but didn't seem to have a better idea either.
"Sorry, little guy." She apologised, lifted herself off the floor to move on top of him.
Laura had always admired Janna's butt. Where her own was tight, firm and well proportioned, Janna's was simply a monument. Not fat or anything, just large and round and awesome.
"Wait." She announced. "I wanna see how you flatten him."
Janna rolled her eyes but waited until Laura was lying flat on her stomach, able to see the man about to be crushed into a stamp.
Slowly, Janna lowered herself until her jeans clad behind touched the tiny guy. He had tried to crawl away but had been way too slow. Giving Laura a perfect show, Janna lowered herself even slower until the man was out of side and a muffled 'pop' announced the end of his life.
"See?" Laura grinned, getting back up. "Easy."
"I guess we can't go around killing a few of them." Janna justified herself but was visibly uneasy.
"Don't worry, it's like you said.", Laura said, picking two men at once and putting them to the grinders. "Their lives serve a higher purpose."
Accompanied by the men's screams and the squelching sound of their bodies it sounded even more absurd.
-
"Oh, there's something you need to look at." Laura suddenly exclaimed and pointed at the table. An Erlenmeyer flask was standing on top of it, something tiny at it's bottom. Getting closer, Janna saw that it was a naked, sleeping girl.
"What did she do?" Janna asked concerned.
"You wont believe." Laura could barely contain herself. "This one's a druid. Like some fantasy shit."
Janna turned around, sure that she had misheard: "What? Aren't druids like, from the celtish culture or something?"
"Yeah.", Laura proclaimed proudly. "But this one is real. A real fucking magician. She can summon electricity and turn into a crow and make you understand her and stuff."
"Huh?! What?!" Janna asked perplexed. "Have you been eating some mushrooms by any chance?"
"No!" Laura laughed. "Well, in fact I probably have, but I assure you that I saw what I saw. She's going to show you tomorrow."
"Why can't we wake and have her show it now?" Janna asked but Laura shook her head.
"I've totally milked her dry." She replied, shrugging. "Seems she only has so much power for one day."
Janna seriously doubted Laura's sanity and let her face show it.
"You're going to see, don't worry." Laura laughed. "I knew you totally wouldn't believe me. Do you want any more of those people?"
"Let's safe them for breakfast, shall we." Janna said, sitting down, still struggling to deal with what Laura had said. "Tomorrow I also want to introduce you to Sir Ludwig. He's really good, but I warn you, behave yourself. He's going to prepare a large breakfast for us as well."
-
"I might just add him to it." Laura laughed as she picked one last tiny man and lowered him into her mouth. She deposited the remaining nine prisoners and the rest of the food on the table, next to Shiela's prison before she swallowed the little guy.
After brushing their teeth with their fingers by the lake, almost in pitch darkness the girls went to bed.
"We need to clean up, tomorrow." Janna decided with a tired voice from her bed.
Indeed, everything had gotten pretty dirty already. All of their clothes, shoes and the the ground of the spaceship were stained with earth.