During most days of the year, Gadon Island was only inhabited by a few
hundred people. It was during the summer that the tourists came in
droves, quickly overtaking the island’s only town, Angstrom. The locals
put up with them because they spent their money freely…that, and they
needed people for the Offering that occurred once every fifty years.
And, unfortunately for the tourists visiting Gadon Island, this was an Offering year.
***
Tobias was the mayor of Angstrom and had been for many years. He looked
like a stereotypical New Englander, his lean face perpetually pinched by
an expression of mistrust. To the tourists, he appeared to be in his
early forties but in reality, he was much, much older. In fact, he could
recall the time before the American Revolution, although those memories
were dim and distant. Immortality was one of the benefits of serving
Him, although that meant that Tobias and the other islanders could never
leave. They were trapped here, forever.
The tourists never
really suspected anything. Tobias would get questions from time to time
about the lack of traditional places of worship such as churches and
synagogues. There was one white clapboard building that resembled a
Congregational church, except for the symbols that none of the tourists
understood. This was His place of worship, a being that the locals
simply called The God. When they did speak of Him, it was in hushed
tones, for He was a terrible deity, ravenous in His appetites. What He
wanted most of all were human lives and He came for His due every fifty
years.
On the day of His arrival, Tobias walked up to one of the highest points
on the island. There wasn’t anything there but the old lighthouse that
was automated these days. The spot gave him a good view of the ocean and
one of the beaches below. It was sunset but tourists were still on the
beach, just as he expected. The islanders had arranged for a large
end-of-summer celebration, complete with music and copious amounts of
free alcohol, in order to lure unsuspecting victims to the beach. Of
course, none of the locals were there.
They knew He was coming.
Tobias glanced down at the people far below, mostly college students and
young couples, and wished that he could feel regret. But he had
participated in this ritual too many times. All he felt was a dull
emptiness as the air began to rise in temperature and the barometric
pressure dropped, which were always the first signs. His attention
turned toward the ocean, where the setting sun shone bright red against
the water. The waves were beginning to pick up, crashing into the quay.
None of the tourists noticed the waves or the swelling bulge far out in
the ocean. Tobias saw it, though, and he watched in reverent fascination
as the bulge grew and grew. He was high enough up that he could see the
dark shadow underneath it, vast and terrifying. It was far larger than
any submarine on Earth; in fact, it probably could have put an aircraft
carrier to shame. By the time He emerged from the water, the waves were
ravaging the shore. The music and conversation had stopped as people
finally saw Him. The only sounds were the violent waves as they slammed
up onto the beach.
To say He was awe-inspiring would have been a gross understatement. He
was gigantic beyond human comprehension, His tremendous shadow falling
over the water as He rose up from the ocean’s depths. And He was
beautiful in a way that no human could ever be, the sun’s last rays
highlighting the sculpted muscles of His mountainous body. Thousands of
gallons of seawater cascaded from His chestnut-brown hair as He swung
His head around. For one brief second, the giant’s eyes, which were the
same gray-blue as the Atlantic Ocean, seemed to focus on Tobias. The
mayor felt utter dread, like an insect who had been spotted by an
exterminator. Instinctively, he dropped down to his knees but the giant
had already turned His attention back to the shore.
The tourists began to panic as the colossus approached, his massive legs
churning up the water. There was a speedboat directly in the giant’s
path and it tried to get out of the way, but it was too late. It slammed
into the solid wall of muscle and bone that was the giant’s leg and
exploded into fragments that were soon swept away by the roiling water.
The God didn’t seem to notice or care.
Near the shore, the boats at the pier were heaved about as if they were
caught in a hurricane and the waves were now thirty-foot monsters.
People were fighting each other to get away but He moved too quickly for
them. Before anyone could get off the beach, the giant had lifted one
mammoth foot from the water. Saltwater poured down onto the people
directly underfoot, knocking them over. They didn’t even have time to
try to get up before the colossus stepped down, crushing them like ants.
When He lifted His foot again, sand and the flattened remains of the
tourists rained down from His sole. So far, the giant’s expression
hadn’t changed; it was strangely neutral, like the face of a man
watching leaves blow across a yard.
But His footsteps appeared to be deliberate and He seemed to target
large clusters of people, stepping on them and leaving crater-like
footprints in the soft sand. The tourists were also trampling one
another in their animalistic panic, shrieking and crying as The God
approached. Even though Tobias was relatively far away, the ground
trembled beneath him with every one of the giant’s lethal steps. He
would have liked to say that he felt sorry for the hapless people on the
beach, but he didn’t, really. He just watched their inevitable fate as
they tried in vain to escape.
The giant took one more step, the people below trying to avoid His
footfall. Then, without warning, He lowered Himself down, tourists
scrambling to avoid being squashed beneath His muscular ass. With
amazing dexterity, considering His mind-boggling size, the giant reached
out and grabbed a handful of men and women. Tobias knew what came
next…he had witnessed this so many times that it was almost a
carefully-rehearsed play at this point. He wasn’t sure what The God
really was or what He did most of the time below the ocean. But he did
know that when He came to Gadon Island, He was hungry.
The teeming mass of people in His hand looked utterly insignificant as
He raised them to His mouth and unceremoniously licked them up. This
horrific sight drove those who were still on the ground into a more
intense frenzy. He reached for another handful, and another and another.
A few people wiggled free of His hand and fell to their deaths on the
ground far below. But most of the tourists were devoured by the
colossus, their lives sacrificed to His endless appetite. He
nonchalantly crushed the few survivors who were running up the beach or
trying to flee into the ocean under one fingertip.
After all, their lives were His.
The beach was now eerily quiet, except for the waves splashing against
the shore. The giant stood back up to His impressive height, the sand
beneath Him stained crimson. He casually brushed off the pulverized
specks from His ass and once again, looked over in Tobias’ direction.
The mayor held his breath until the colossus turned and headed toward
Angstrom.
***
Tobias had been a young man when he had first seen Him.
That had been hundreds of years ago, when his family had moved from the
mainland to the island. It had been summer then as well, the air
stifling despite the breeze from the ocean. He hadn’t been able to sleep
from the heat and the nightmares, which he had been having frequently.
He dreamed of seas of blood and cruel gods almost every night now. So
Tobias decided to take a walk on the beach to clear his head.
Usually, he was alone when he took his midnight walks. But not that night.
In the silver moonlight he could see a small rowboat out on the ocean
and he had recognized several of the town elders. As he had wondered
what they were doing out here, the water churned violently and a vast
shape rose from the water, unimaginably huge. The rowboat and the town
elders were insect-sized in comparison. He had heard of the biblical
Leviathan, but this creature looked like a man as He glanced down at the
tiny rowboat bobbing in the water before Him. Tobias had been staring
in utter fascination when a voice had startled him. It was his father,
who looked equally surprised to see him.
Tobias had started to open his mouth but his father anticipated the question.
“He is our new God. Good things come to those who serve Him,” his father
explained. The giant seemed to have heard him, although that was
ridiculous considering that He was half a mile away and over a thousand
feet tall, surely too big to hear human voices. The immense man looked
over at Tobias, His face inhumanly beautiful despite its size. The
gigantic eyes gleamed in the moonlight and Tobias trembled in dread,
especially when the faintest hint of a smile quirked the titan’s mouth.
“Look, He’s noticed you,” his father said in awe. Tobias hadn’t been
certain that was a good thing. Even now, hundreds of years later, the
memory of that enigmatic smile still sent shivers down his spine.
***
As the giant headed toward Angstrom, Tobias started up his motorcycle.
Gasoline was ridiculously expensive on the island and so he rode it
whenever possible. The roar of the motorcycle’s engine was drowned out
by the thunder of the colossus’ footsteps in the distance. He followed
the giant’s path of destruction, which looked far worse than anything
that a hurricane or another natural disaster could do. This disaster was
deliberate in its actions and he could see the smashed remains of
buildings, shattered into toothpicks. Worse were the crushed cars and
people, ground deep into the rocky soil. Most of the tourists who had
been unfortunate enough to be caught beneath the giant’s footsteps were
now hideous splatters of broken bone and pulped flesh, like obscene
mockeries of police chalk outlines.
There were some unfortunate souls who were still alive, only
half-crushed, and Tobias pitied them even more. But he dared not slow
down to help them, for it was The God’s right to decide who lived or who
died.
The wind shifted, the air unseasonably hot. Beneath the salt tang that
came from being near the ocean was the odor of smoke and blood. It made
his stomach churn but he fought back the nausea as he drove past the
white clapboard building that served as His place of worship. The
structure stood undisturbed amidst complete and total destruction. Most
of the islanders were probably huddled inside, praying fervently to the
unstoppable being who was stomping His way across the town. They would
be spared, as they were at every Offering; the tourists wouldn’t be so
lucky. The giant would pursue every last one of them.
There would be no escape.
***
When The God had appeared all of those years ago, most of the islanders
had accepted their new deity, especially after they had witnessed all of
the benefits that came from serving Him. The community had become
prosperous and hardships such as illness had vanished. Of course, there
had been some dissenters, most notably the widow of one of the
wealthiest men on the island. Margaret had been very outspoken against
the new religion, warning the townspeople that they knew little about
the being or His true intentions. No one paid her any heed; then the
elders began to have visions in which The God instructed them to bring
the blasphemer before Him.
So they did.
Tobias had looked on as they rowed Margaret out to one of the large
rocks jutting from the ocean. She had remained stoic as they chained her
to the rock; Tobias remembered how she hung her head as the elders left
her behind, heading back to the shore. He also remembered what happened
next, a memory that was often replayed in his nightmares.
The giant had emerged from the water, His eyes narrowed dangerously as
He regarded the tiny woman on the rock. Margaret’s calm composure had
melted away as she stared up in horror at the titan. Tobias had been
able to hear her shrill howls from the shore; her cries had continued
until she ran out of breath. When The God had grabbed for her, she had
twisted frantically, trying to break free of the chains. But it had been
to no avail; the enormous fingers pinched her and lifted. Margaret had
let out another shriek. This time Tobias had heard the pain in her
voice, her shoulders dislocated as the giant pulled her from the chains.
The God had lifted the wailing woman up, His eyes glittering with
sadistic delight. His voice filled the minds of all of the townspeople
gathered on the shore:
“Pathetic insect…how dare you defy Me?”
Margaret had just screamed and screamed.
Her screams had abruptly ended when the giant placed her in His
cavernous mouth. Looking pointedly at the people on the shore, He had
chewed her up like a sweet, devouring her body and soul.
That had been the first Offering.
***
It was quickly becoming night but the colossus was impossible to miss,
dwarfing even the largest structures. He was currently towering high
above the Marsh Hotel, a three-story tall building that looked like a
model railroad prop in comparison to Him. Swarms of tourists were trying
to flee but He ignored them for the moment, regarding the hotel with
thinly-concealed lust. Tobias pulled over on the side of the road. He
could actually feel the giant’s lust and dark pleasure, a sort of
telepathic side-effect of his proximity to the gargantuan being. His own
body responded involuntarily and he was beginning to develop a painful
erection when a young woman ran up to him. She was probably one of the
college students who came here for summer work or to party. Either way,
she looked utterly terrified, her makeup a ruined mess.
When she spoke, she wasn’t entirely coherent.
“Ryan’s dead and so is Will and oh my God, the giant killed them, we have to get out of here-“
The woman was trying to get onto the motorcycle with him. Tobias pushed
her off and she looked shocked and betrayed. She started to protest but a
horrific ripping sound interrupted her. Both she and Tobias looked to
where the giant had torn the hotel from its foundation, debris and hotel
guests tumbling to the ground as He lifted it up.
The God cradled the building in the palms of His mammoth hands, gazing
down at it with a bone-chilling hunger. Then He lowered it down between
the thick slabs of muscle that were His thighs. The giant’s titanic sex
dwarfed the hotel and Tobias wondered what the people inside the
building were thinking, gazing in awe at a multi-ton scrotum and penis
that would have emasculated the most manly of men. But they didn’t have
much time to stare because The God pushed the entire building against
His mighty cock, the hotel yielding and crumbling. The giant growled in
pleasure as the building imploded inward, dust powdering His pubic hair.
Beside Tobias, the college student began to whimper in fright.
The God opened His hands, regarding the smashed building with utter
contempt. Then He tilted His palms, the rubble that was once a hotel
burying several luckless souls who were at the giant’s feet. His
monstrous penis was already stiffening and Tobias knew that it also
required blood-sacrifices. The ground quivered as the giant began to
step on restaurants and gift shops as though they were mushrooms, trying
to flush people out into the street. Tobias honestly wasn’t worried
about the buildings; there would be a convenient hurricane after The God
left and the insurance adjusters would be strangely, almost magically,
compelled to pay whatever was necessary to fix the town.
In the street, a mob of panicked people was steadily forming. A sneer
tugged at the corners of the giant’s mouth, His mammoth penis throbbing
insistently as he loomed over the frenzied crowd. Those who tried to
break away he crushed, smearing their remains across the asphalt in wide
streaks of maroon. By the time the giant dropped down to His hands and
knees, the crowd was bleating like a herd of cattle who knew they were
being led to the slaughter.
The God’s gargantuan hands crushed dozens of people as though they were
berries, blood splashing across the huge fingers; likewise, people were
also pulped beneath his knees. The giant’s body spanned the length of
the street, His torso forming a vast ceiling over the mob of tourists.
He looked down at the tiny people, grinning fiercely, and then He
playfully thrust His hips forward. The sight of a monstrous one-hundred
foot penis barreling forward only caused further panic amidst the
tourists. They tried to run but the column of rockhard flesh simply
smashed over them, flattening them underneath its astronomical weight.
Another thrust and more people were mashed, the purplish-red cockhead
oozing gallons of clear precum onto the pavement.
It was evident that The God felt His Offerings as they died beneath His
most sensitive flesh. He groaned thunderously and dug His gigantic
fingers deep into the road, sinking them dozens of feet into the ground.
Tobias watched, mesmerized, but the college student ran for her life.
He didn’t bother to pursue her. By morning, she would be as dead as the
liquified bodies beneath the giant’s murderous cock.
The pace of The God’s thrusting began to increase and again, Tobias felt
that eerie mental connection. His own body tingled with carnal
pleasure, his erection more intense than anything that he had ever
experienced. That was when he heard the telepathic voice of The God,
frightening in its power.
“Yes, die for me, insects,” the voice commanded. The tourists only
replied with agonized squealing. The giant snarled and when He came, His
orgasm was godly in its own right. Jets of milky semen struck some of
the surviving people, the sheer force shattering almost every bone in
their bodies. Breathing heavily with pleasure, The God glanced down at
the few people still alive beneath him, the street a ghastly graveyard
of mutilated sacrifices.
Those who still could move were trying to crawl away when the giant
began to lower his torso down, his colossal arms bending as if he were
doing a push-up. The people trapped on the street shrieked and tried to
ward off the countless tons of muscle and bone as it slowly pressed down
onto them. It was useless; they popped and compressed beneath the
massive pecs and abs of the titan.
Then there was silence.
By then it was fully night, although Tobias could see the giant’s
enormous eyes shining in the darkness like those of a cat. He knew,
without a doubt, that The God was watching him, studying him. How long
they stared at each other, he wasn’t sure. He finally snapped out of his
trance when other islanders began to appear. They stopped at a
respectful distance, completely in awe of the behemoth who towered over
everything even though He was still prone. When He rolled Himself over
onto His side, the islanders immediately prostrated themselves before
their deity. Tobias stared in morbid fascination at the tiny scarlet
splatters dotting the giant’s torso before he also dropped down to his
knees.
“Mayor.” The word was unspoken; rather, it filled his mind and he knew
it was the telepathic voice of the giant. The knowledge that he was
being addressed filed him with elation and horror. Slowly, Tobias raised
his eyes and met the giant’s cool gaze. He was too overwhelmed to
speak.
“Tobias Howard, come here.” Again, the words seemed to just appear in
his head. Tobias quickly obeyed the titan’s command and walked toward
the living mountain before him. He had never been this close to The God
before and he stared up in wonder at the towering cliff-face that was
the giant’s chest. It rose up hundreds of feet in the air and expanded
and collapsed as the colossus breathed. When He moved, Tobias cringed
and cowered until he realized that the giant was merely placing His
immense hand down onto the street.
It was evident what the giant wanted, so he tentatively reached out and
touched the gargantuan hand, afraid at first that he might spontaneously
combust from touching divine flesh. But Tobias didn’t ignite into
flames and the skin beneath his fingertips was warm and oddly human. The
giant did smell like the ocean, a briny scent that he knew too well.
His heart pounding in his chest, he climbed onto the expansive plain of
The God’s palm. There was nothing to hold onto as the titan lifted
Tobias before His face, the dark gray eyes regarding him.
“I require an additional sacrifice,” the giant told him in that strange telepathic way.
An additional sacrifice. Yes, Tobias understood now. For some reason,
his mind brought him back to that night hundreds of years ago when his
father had told him that The God had noticed him. He was just another
sacrifice, another Offering for the giant’s ravenous appetite. For an
eternal being, a few hundred years meant nothing. He had waited to come
for Tobias and He would come for the other islanders eventually.
Oh, they had been wrong, so very wrong, Tobias realized with utter dread and despair.
The last thing that he saw before he was dropped into the abyss of the
giant’s mouth was the pitiless and eternal gaze of his God.
Author's Chapter Notes:
An isolated island community sacrifices people to a powerful and horrifying deity.
TAGS: Giant, destruction, vore, violent, crushing, M/f, M/m