Confined within the darkness Grey had lost all sense of the passing of time. No light seeped into pouch prison and as the world around him shifted and swayed with each step of his captor, the hours and minutes blended together making it impossible to tell how long they had been traveling. The only method he had to even attempt to keep track, were through the subtle movements of the giantess as she went about her daily routine.
Being stuck to her hip Grey was present for it all, whether she was eating, sleeping or answering the call of nature. Yet even with the constant reminder that there was someone else besides him Grey couldn’t help but feel isolated from the world. In truth he prefer this, rather be cut off from the world then be forced to talk with the monster that took Nia from him.
Their journey together had been mostly spent in silence. The giant was not one for conversation, in fact the only only time she had attempted to speak to him was after leaving Jule’s home on the first night.
She had tried to interrogate him, hoping learn something about his supposed “magic”. Grey refused to speak, but in truth he knew little to nothing about what happened. In fact if it hadn’t been the giant insisting it was so, Grey would’ve never thought to think that the hunter that came to save him was actually an illusion he created himself. That's what she had called it, an illusionary. Apparently basic magic and easy to conjure, but still thought to be impossible for a human to create.
When the scar faced giant failed to get him to talk, she began asking about Amelia. Grey refused to answer again, opting to remain silent and this time only partially because of ignorance. This time the giant did not accept silence as an answer. She tortured him, tortured him for what felt like maybe an hour, though Grey knew it was probably less. She squeezed and crushed him, threatening to break limbs and shatter bones, yet she never did. Looking back on the experience the thing that frightened Grey the most was how delicate she had been with him. A giant of her size could have easily made good on their promise, most giants might have broken or even killed him just on accident due to how strong they were. At any time she could have done this, leave him a mangled mess of skin and bone even by accident, yet she never did. She tittered the line a few times but she never crossed it, and it was that skill that frightened him the must.
Through the torture Grey remembered trying to be strong, keep quiet and avoid giving the giant even the smallest of answers. Grey wished he could say that he had remained strong but in reality he cried, screamed and even begged her to stop on more than one occasion. There were even a few times he came close to talking, but somehow he didn’t. Even while enduring the pain and screaming for it to end, something within him kept him from talking and so eventually the giant grew bored with him and opted to wait until they arrived at their destination.
Yet before packing him away for the trip, the giant couldn’t help but throw one more insult his way. Lowering Grey to her midriff, the giantess pressed him against her firm stomach, allowing him to hear horrific sounds as her body digested its contents.
“You hear that? That's what your girlfriend’s going through. You know if you just give me the answers I want, I could happily reunite you now. I don’t know how much of her would be left but, if you're lucky there just might be enough to get in a quick fuck before you’re digested too.”
Grey’s blood boiled and he lost it. He screamed every last filthy word he had picked up while living in the streets, crying out his hate for the giant, but his insults did little more than amuse her. Before she dropped him back into the pouch she left him with one final message.
“You know what you have to say to make this all end. Just let me know when your ready.”
That was the last time they had spoken since the journey began. Grey could feel the world go by as the she walked, and hear the ground shake with every passing step but, from that day forth he was cut off from the outside world. Occasionally she would open the pouch, trickling in water or specks of food that Grey would eagerly claw for as hunger and thirst plagued him, but these moments were few and far between leaving him mostly in isolation.
Being left with so much time Grey found that the easiest thing to do was sleep. Sleep helped pass the time, or so he had hoped as he was never really sure. Sometimes his captor would be asleep when he was, and other times she would be up and moving. Every waking moment was long and brought with it intense boredom, but even sleep was not the escape he hoped for. While difficult, when he did find time to sleep Grey found he dreams were plagued with nightmares.
One of these nightmares started with Grey being rescued by Zeke from the giantess. While at first pleasant things took a bad turned as they returned to The Hunter’s Keep. He was dragged through the courtyard in chains only to find Barron and the rest of the council presented as he was escorted to the gallows.
Another such nightmare involved Grey walking into Jule’s home alone hoping to find her after his long travels back. Sneaking into the giant’s house Grey would find her, and while he was excited to see her it quickly became apparent that she didn’t know who he was. Grey woke up from this nightmare just as he had been caught and about to be eaten, all while Grey frantically tried to remind her of who he was.
Yet there was one that stuck with him throughout the journey. It started with Nia and himself back at The Keep. They were both standing at the front gate, Grey prepared to depart for Jule’s home as he begged Nia to join him. She was reluctant to go but he insisted she join. Eventually she surrendered and agreed to go. At this point the world around them began to change, instead of standing in The Keep, they both stood inside a hellish looking place with pulsing flesh like walls. Nia face was partially dissolved giving way to muscle and bone as she assured how much she trusted him. Even after waking up, and coming to terms that what had happened in the dream didn’t match reality, Grey was still haunted by the sight of Nia’s half digest face, occasionally picturing it in the dark as if her spirit haunted him.
This had been Grey’s life for the past few days, waking from one nightmare to another as he was brought back to consciousness in the timeless hell that was his prison. However as Grey awoke this morning he was aroused by new sensations unlike those he was used to. The smell of manure filled his nostrils and the sound voices stirred him awake as he sat up and began trying to envision the outside world.
Voices of women, children and men at work in the fields painted a clear image of the countryside in Grey’s mind, yet the booming voices and shaking of the ground scaled this image to a much larger size. A few of the locals would occasionally stop and even attempt to greet his captor as she walked through, though they were lucky if they got so much as a sneer in return.
“Quite the social butterfly.”
The pleasant passing greetings, followed by mostly under the breath insults were not the only voices Grey could make out while passing through town. At one point he managed to catch wind of a small game the local children attempt to play. While he didn’t understand the rules entirely the goal seemed to be to get as close as they could to the “scary woman” before being caught. The stifled giggles of the kids as they played this went on for a time until his captor finally stopped, making a quick and aggressive turn around and causing to children to flee in blissful fright.
Grey couldn’t help but smile. He used to play a very similar game with the other street urchins in his childhood. Except the goal then was usually to steal a coin pouch off of a guard’s belt, and then run away before they could be beaten.
The giant came to a sudden stop as Grey heard the sound of a wooden door creaking open, the sounds of music, voices and laughter spilling out from whatever was inside. Grey could make out voices of both men and women as they flirted amongst themselves, some attempting to harmonize their voices with the music to varying degrees of success. Friends cursed each other, strangers challenged each other to gamble, and in the distance Grey could hear a hoist of cheers before the clinking of metal cups. These sounds painted a clear picture of a tavern, and brought with them fond memories. Lusty men attempting to cup the tavern maid’s ass, drunk friends urging encouraging each other to spend their last gold on another drink, and a table where men would gamble with weighted dice. All distant memories of a life now gone.
Apparently not interested in the activities of the other patrons, Grey’s captor maneuvered swiftly through the crowd before coming to another just as swift stop.
“What will you be having today miss?” a pleasant sounding man asked.
Grey expected to hear a response but was thrown off as he heard the sound of coins spilling out onto a wooden surface.
“One room.” he heard the giantess say. “I expect a meal, something to drink, and above else my privacy.”
“Y… yes…” the owner responded. “You’ll find your room up the stairs and first door to your right.”
Grey felt his captor move once more without so much as a thank you as she made her way up the creaking steps. Opening the door she slammed it behind her as she walked inside. Grey’s pouch prison suddenly began to shake as it was lifted off her belt. The top opened spilling light inside as the pouch slowly began to tilt, causing Grey to stumble towards the opening. Quickly maneuvering towards the mouth of the pouch Grey landed on his feet, bouncing slightly as he landed on a soft and cushioned surface. Taking in his new surrounding Grey found himself standing in the middle of a large bed in a very sparse looking room. Besides the bed itself there was only a small nightstand topped with a candle besides it.
The ground shook suddenly and Grey nearly found himself throwing into the air as a massive leather clad rear landed directly next to him. The giant having just sat down let out a content sigh, before falling onto her back exhausted. Grey seeing a window to escape didn’t waste a second as he began running across the length of the bed, as if predicting him to do this the giant’s hand swooped down, catching him almost absent mindedly as she lifted him over her face.
“You’re pathetic you know that?” she said keeping Grey at face level as she sat up. “Though I have to thank for getting me out of that house. I was going crazy with all the time I had on my hands.”
Grey didn’t say a word, instead returning her comment with a cold stare.
“No longer the the talkative type, huh? What spoiled the mood? Traveling in my pouch, keeping your starved, or was it me eating your girlfriend?”
Grey remained silent.
“Funny, I thought that last one would get you going.”
The giant shifted, crossing her legs as she began playing with Grey in her hand, shifting him between her fingers and slightly prodding at his body almost as he were a toy. Being handled in such a way was discomforting but Grey fought from letting that show, much to the amusement of his captress as she watched his futile attempts to remain straight faced.
“It’s funny.” she said. “Your trying so hard to ‘look tough’ but you amount to nothing more than a stress toy… actually it’s kinda nice. This job has so many stresses and zero time for myself. All that stress can leave one so tense...”
The giantess paused. She looked Grey over. Smiled formed on her lips that sent a shiver down his spine.
“You know...” she said seductively, as she slowly began lowering him. “Maybe you can help me take the edge off. I mean it’s been so long since I ‘had a little fun’, and your just the right size to help me do that.”
“No! No! No! No! No! I would rather die that let this psychotic bitch use me like a-”
The giant let out a sudden burst of laughter as she brought Grey back to her face. Seeing the bright red flustered look on his face she couldn’t help but smirk.
“Oh please, you didn’t really think I was serious did you?” she laughed. “I’m not so desperate that I would lower myself to such acts. But maybe you wouldn’t mind, if your girlfriend was anything to go by then bet you got a thing for redheads like me. You know I bet if you just close your eyes and lose yourself in the moment you could just pretend that I was her, except a much better lover.”
“Keep talking about her and i’ll...” Grey muttered himself.
The giant turned her head towards him mockingly, cupping a hand to her ear as if to hear him better.
“What was that? Try saying that again so I can't hear you.”
“I said keep talking and i’ll make you regret it!!” Grey snapped, having his own regrets immediately after.
The giant looked surprised at first by the sudden outburst, before her lips slowly pursed into a smile.
“Is that a fact?”
Loosening her grip on him, the giant dropped Grey onto the bed.
“Go on then. Do something.” she whispered. “Make me regret it.”
Looking at the leather clad giant towering over him Grey clenched his fists. He hated her, despised her more than anyone else in his life, but he powerless. Even if he had a weapon there was nothing he could hope to do to her, not even trying escape was an option as she had already proved on multiple occasions that catching him was little more than childs play.
“Pathetic.”
The giant grabbed Grey with no resistant as she stood up from the bed.
“What a sorry sight you are.” she said. “I think i’ve had enough for now. I’m going down to grab a drink to help me loosen up, but before I do that...”
Reaching down to her belt the giant produced a small empty glass bottle. With one hand she flicked the cock of the top before dropping Grey inside. She walked over to the nightstand and placed him and his new prison on top.
“I’ll be back before long, then the real fun can begin.”
Making her way to the door the giant shut it behind her, leaving Grey in the room alone. Trapped within his new glass confines, Grey was at a loss. The last thing he wanted to do was to stick around. His captor already had a sadistic sense of fun and he didn’t want to know what she was willing to do after a drink or two. Looking around the bottle Grey found that the giant had left the top open. From where he stood reaching it appeared impossible, but perhaps if he could gain enough momentum he could make it. At first Grey simply jumped, trying to determine far out of reach the top of the bottle was. Taking in the distance of the walls Grey began to ponder. During his training, Zeke had often called him the most agile of the group, it was time to see if that were true.
Taking a few steps back Grey took a running start towards the wall, jumping up and kicking off the glass. Grey managed to gain a little more height then before, just managing to graze the top with the tips of his fingers before he fell. As he landed hower Grey heard a loud clunk as the jar settled back on the wooden surface. Perking up he realized that while kicking off the wall, he had caused the jar to shift slightly. With this realization Grey formed a new plan, if he couldn’t jump to the top, then he could knock the bottle over.
Performing the same maneuver repeatedly, putting as much force into each kick off the wall, Grey slowly moved to bottle across the nightstand inch by inch. Eventually it stopped precariously close to the edge. Hoping for the best Grey shoved off with one final kick, causing the jar with him inside to fall to the floor. Fortunately the glass was thick enough to keep from shattering on impact, instead hitting the ground with a large thunk and rolling on it’s side. For Grey the sudden landing was enough to leave him bruised and more than just a little dazed, but climbing to his feet he was able to walk himself out of the prison and out onto the floor.
Taking this moment Grey observed his surroundings. His instinct was to run for the door, but hesitated on doing so. He knew his captor would be back soon and going for the door was too risky, besides that he wasn’t sure what other giants he might run into if he to go towards the halls. As he took a moment to consider alternate options Grey became increasingly aware of the sound of music bleeding in from downstairs. Looking to see where the sound was was coming from Grey spotted a small hole in the floorboards not too far from the nightstand. While a decent distance away it looked large enough for him to fit through, and while he wasn’t sure where it lead it was better than sticking around here.
Just as Grey took his first step towards the hole, the door to the room swung open halting him in his tracks. Panicking Grey quickly took cover behind the leg of the nightstand, peering carefully as he saw the giant return. In one hand she carried a tall bottle, and in the others the bite sized remains of what had once been a sandwich carried delicately between her thumb and forefinger. The giant quickly eyed the empty jar on the floor before rolling her eyes.
“I thought I heard something up here.” she said out loud.
Discarding the remains of her meal into her mouth she took a moment to chew before swallowing it down with a swig from the open bottle. She stepped inside kicking the door shut behind her.
“Alright, I’m tired and really not in the mood for games, so I’ll give you a chance to come out.”
Grey held his breath as the giant scanned the room. The hole in the floorboards wasn’t far but knowing how quick this giant was able to react he knew he had no chance of making it to the hole before she would inevitably catch him. Instead his stood still, watching as her feet drew closer and closer to the nightstand.
“I’ll give you till the count of three, after that I’ll make sure to spend the rest of tonight make your life a living hell.”
Grey was panicking, he knew if he didn’t do something he was as good as caught. If he could just find some way to distract her, then maybe...
“One...” the giant began.
Grey’s heart raced. Just a moment, all he needed was a moment to escape. But it’s not like a solution would appear out of thin air...
“Two...”
It hit him. That was it. If he could just create another illusion, one like before, then maybe… maybe that would work. But he still had no idea how he had done it the first time...
“Thr-”
Out of times and out of options Grey closed his eyes trying to recall the thoughts that ran through his head. The image he had imagined. Last time it had been him standing with a sword ready to confront the giant, but now it was him, walking out from under the bed and revealing himself. He picture the image vividly. Getting spotted, distracting the giant, all he had to do now was…
...will it...
Grey felt a slight chill wash over him as his eyes opened and was speechless as he saw the sight before him. The gian stopped abruptly as she peered down. An illusion of Grey himself stepped out from under the bed, it looked nearly identically except for… for… had his hair always been that light? Grey paused, hoping that minor inconsistency would go unnoticed but by the giant’s reaction, it appeared that it had.
“You sure like cutting it close don’t you.”
The giant knelt down to grab the illusion and Grey once again panicked. As far as he knew it was just an image, nothing real. If she touched it then the his lie would be discovered. Much to Grey’s surprise however the illusion moved almost instinctively as it jumped back just before the giant could grab it. She looked on in surprise before expressing her displeasure with an irritated scowl.
“Oh you want to play do you? We’ll see how playful you are once I’ve broken your legs.”
The giant reached for him again but the illusion retreated under the bed beyond her reach.
Realizing that he she wouldn’t be distracted for long Grey decided to leave the illusion to its own devices and make a break for the hole just as the giant dropped to her stomach. Grey ran as fast as his legs could carry him, quickly closing the distance between him and the hole. Without stopping Grey dived into a slide, dropping below the floorboards and landing in a crawl space.
Once inside Grey sighed in relief. He didn’t know how long his illusion would keep the giant occupied but he knew he shouldn’t count on it for long.
Grey looked around the small corridor he had landed in. It was dark and a little cramped, yet large enough for him to walk through if he kept his head low. The sound of music and laughter was much louder in here and Grey could spot a small stream of light filtering in from a small opening in the distance.
Making his way towards the light Grey found another hole, this one dropping into the main room. Peering over the edge Grey saw a sight much like the one he had imagined upon entering. A large room was filled with giants, male and female alike of different ages, eating, drinking, dancing, laughing, and a few playing cards on the side, a fat stack of coins being wagered on the table. It was almost uncanny on how familiar it was to many of the taverns he frequented, the size of the occupants being the only noticeable difference.
Grey tore himself away from the almost fantastical sight below. He couldn’t keep hauled up in here forever and needed to find a way out, not only did the drop into the main room look fatal, but with a room full of giants below Grey wasn’t certain that was a fall he’d want to survive. Though looking around the crawl space there weren’t many options. If perhaps he could just wait until the tavern closed then maybe...
“Lets see if I were a human I would’ve snuck into here.” Grey heard the voice of the scar faced giant say.
Grey froze, holding his breath as a shadow eclipsed the light from the room above.
“I know you’re down there human, it’s the only place you could’ve snuck into in such a short notice. You may think your cute pulling that little illusion trick on me, but your antics have officially crossed the line into annoying. Once i’ve gotten my hands on your again, I’ll make sure to take all night in showing you how badly you fucked up.”
Grey didn’t so much as breath as the giant spoke. All remained quiet for a moment, until a large blade stabbed into the floorboards, causing Grey to jump. Just as quickly as it had pierced through, it was pulled out before being stabbed through again, this time in a different location. Grey wasn’t sure it it was magic or just unnatural strength that allowed the giant to do this but either way he didn’t want to stay to find out. Taking a step back Grey stopped himself just in time as he narrowly stepped backwards into the hole behind him. Grey didn’t have long to collect himself as a large smashing sound was heard. Looking back to where the giant had been stabbing Grey was surprised to find that her hand had just broken through the floor, making a much larger opening into the crawl space. Maneuvering her arm past her elbow, the giant reached inside, grabbing at the air as she felt around for Grey. It was moving dangerously close as Grey found himself with nowhere to run. Looking between the drop below and the giantess’s hand Grey made his choice. Closing his eyes and stepping over the edge he allowed gravity to take over as he fell.
Grey gritted his teeth, anticipating everything to end as his body would soon collide with the hardwood floor. Instead Grey landed with a splash as he was suddenly submerged underwater. Opening his mouth in surprise, he inhaled some of the bitter liquid as he swam for the surface and coughing for air. His senses quickly returned overpowering him with the strong and pungent smell and taste of whatever he was swimming in. In fact the smell and taste were familiar, very familiar. It was beer. He was somehow swimming in beer. Opening his eyes Grey could see the cold amber liquid he treaded, trapped with the confinements of long smooth metallic walls that circles him on every side. Looking up he peered out of the opening of the mug to see the chin, neck, and partly eclipse face of a giant woman. She was young, with a rounded face and blue eyes with blonde hair. Putting the pieces together Grey understood what must have happened. He had landed in her mug. The waves swayed slightly as she held her drink in hand, talking to someone who remained out of view.
“I don’t know if I would, it sounds dangerous.” the blonde giantess said.
“Dangerous? How dangerous could a bunch of humans be?” the other voice responded another woman’s voice.
“That’s what my friend Diana said but she still hasn’t come back.”
“You're overthinking it, it’d be fun.”
“Well… maybe...“ the blonde pondered.
“Hey I’m going up for another round, want one?”
“Sure, let me just down the rest of this real quick.”
“That's not good.”
Grey felt as the mug was lifted towards the woman’s face. Bringing the edge of the mug to her lips, she tossed her head back and opening her mouth wide as the beer began to flow in. Grey watching as wave after amber wave cascaded into the back of her throat and was soon sucked down into the giant woman’s gullet, threatening to carry him along for the ride. Acting quickly Grey reached his hands up and grabbed onto the flesh of the giant’s upper lip as the rest of his body was sucked into the mouth. He held on tightly, his legs and body pulled onto the giant’s tongue as he struggled to keep himself from being carried away with current.
Feeling his tiny hands suddenly grab on to her lip the giantess was startled nearly choking on her beer as she dropped her mug to the floor. The giantess bent forward letting out a fit of coughs that tossed Grey from her mouth and onto the open floor in a frothy puddle. The giant’s friend ran to her aid patting her back as a few onlooker turned to see what was wrong. She opened her mouth to speak but stood wordlessly as her eyes drifted downward spotting Grey on the floor.
“By the Wandering Woman… is that a human?”
Multiple giants stopped what they were doing and crowded around. Feeling the their eyes on him, Grey felt himself seized by a sudden feeling of primal fear.
Run.
Grey got to his feet and ran as he made a beeline for the door. Taking this moment of confusion to his advantage, he ducked under the crowding giants legs, maneuvering between rows of feet as he worked his way through the crowd.
“He’s quick!” he heard a startled woman say from above.
“Someone catch him!” he heard one of the men from the crowd call out.
Feet began to shuffle as the patrons looked down trying to catch sight of him as he ran.
“There he is!” another voice called out.
Grey moved through the maze of giant feet. Putting his training to the test Grey leapt over the toes of leather boots, and ducked and slid as a pair of flat footed sandals passed him overhead. The giants clambered and shuffled together as the confused mob of tried to keep track of his movements. He stopped as another sandal came crashing down in front of him, quickly moving into action and climbing over the foot with ease. He had to be quick but he also needed to be careful. A moment's hesitation would lead to him being caught, but a wrong move could end with him being trampled under a foot. Grey spotted a clearing through the crowd of ankles as he spied the door on the other side. He began running until he felt two massive fingers pinch down around his leg, hosting him upside down and rising him high into the air.
Grey was lifted to the face of a giant man with dark moppy hair and shaggy beard. The giant eyed him for a moment before letting out a loud hearty laugh.
“Looks like I caught the little bugger!” the giant cheered as he hoisted Grey high for all to see.
Grey was met with a wave of boastful cheers and a few disappointed sighs as he was dangled from his ankles. The giant brought Grey to his face once more and took in a quick whiff, which elicited from him an involuntary shiver as he felt the breeze from the nostrils.
“A beer flavored human?” the giant proclaimed in excitement. “Can’t wait to try it!”
The giant opened his mouth dangling Grey overhead. His breath reeking of stale alcohol and rotting meat that was so bad Grey couldn’t help but gag. Between being held upside down and the the scent of this giant’s breath, Grey was sure he’d have puked if he there was anything in his stomach to throw up.
As the giant began to lower Grey a voice arose up from the crowd.
“Hold up!”
“What now?”
Grey turned to see the blonde haired giantess break through the crowd. The blood was rushing to his head at this point but Grey could still make out the giant’s curvaceous figure, which included a very ample bosom that even while upside down Grey could see was worn with a shirt that revealed more than its fair share of skin.
“That human was in my drink, so by all rights he should belong to me.” she declared to the room.
The giant brought Grey away from his mouth, holding him out in a quick swing, as if using him to gesture at her.
“You had your chance, now he’s mine. I caught him fair and square.” the giant responded using another expressive hand gestures that only helped to make Grey feel more nauseous.
The giant began to bring Grey back to his mouth, allowing his drunken breath to waft over him. The giantess not ready to give up her prey so easily shoved the giant causing him to lose hold on him. Grey was tossed into the air and began falling in what was starting to feel like a recurring nightmare as he landed head first into the woman’s open blouse. Landing directly in the center of her cleavage Grey found his torso stuck between two large soft mounds as he legs kicked aimlessly on the outside.
Caught now in between the giantess’s breasts Grey began to sweat as the heat of her body overwhelmed him. He attempted to reorient himself, pushing his hands against the firm flesh but found no traction, as he hands slipped across the sweating walls. Suddenly the flesh began closing in, squeezing him tightly as giant adjusted her bust playfully, nearly taking his breath away in the process.
“There.” he heard the giant’s voice boom from above. Her voice resonating in ripples across her massive tits. “He’s firmly mine now, good luck taking him from me.”
“Well if you insist.” the giant responded cockily.
“Oh please tell me he isn’t-”
Grey felt hot breath hit his legs followed by a loud muffled cheer from the rest of the inn. Grey felt what felt like two sharp rocks clamp around his leg-gently-as he was pulled out by the giants teeth, but not before taking a moment to really press his face against the woman’s bosom. Holding Grey by the teeth, he plunked him upside down between his fingers before holding Grey in the air in another show of victory. This got another round of cheers and applause from the inn’s occupants, all except the blonde giant who was left blushing in bewilderment.
“You’re a pervert!” she shouted.
The man shrugged. “Never claimed I wasn’t. But tell you what mega tits-”
“Well if he’s saying it...”
“If you really want him that badly how about we grab ourselves a room and discuss it in private, like adults.”
This got a few hoots and whistles from the men in the room. Grey could see the the giantess fold her arms under her bosom helping to push them up slightly; an action that from Grey’s upside down perspective was completely unnecessary. She exchanged a glance with her friend who seemed to be more than happy to encourage the drunken behavior.
“Fine.” the woman said. “But only if you pay for another beer on top of it.”
The crowd erupted into a roar of applause as Grey’s new captor threw up his arms triumphantly, still holding him along for the increasingly disorienting ride.
“You heard her boy’s, I’m going to need a room and another drink!” the giant swung Grey back in front of his face, dangling from his leg all the while. “What do you think pipsqueak? You ready to have a bit of fun?”
“Will you please stop holding me like this...” he answered nauseatingly.
“I’ll take that as a yes!” the giant yelled.
“Wait I didn’t-”
The room erupted into another round of applause.
“So this is what hell is like.”
The giant held Grey before the giantess before dropping him, causing him to fall again into her open cleavage. Grey landed, bouncing slightly off her right boob and rolling towards the center. As he began reorienting himself two massive fingers came down wedging him firmly between the giant’s breasts.
“You stay right there until the fun begins.” the giantess smiled.
“I’m going to hate this.” he responded to no one's acknowledgement.
Grey watched from his front row seat as another giantess-a server as she looked to be-walked over and handed the blonde woman a drink and a key to the man.
“Have a fun night.” she said playfully before looking at Grey and giving him a wink.
The giantess lifted the mug to her face as she began quickly chugging the free beer. Excess streams of the liquid spilling over of the corner of her mouth, creating a amber stream that traveled down her chin, neck and eventually pooled into her cleavage covering Grey in a fresh coating.
“I hate this. I really, really hate this.”
Finishing the beer and passing the empty mug to her friend the giant began escorting his new partner towards the steps, an arm draped around her shoulders. Each step the giantess took caused Grey’s prison jiggle around, making the experience all the more uncomfortable. Grey watched as the faces of different giants watched as the couple passed by, either giving them thumbs ups, wolfish whistles, or words of encouragement. More than once Grey looked to find one of the giant looking his way, usually with a wink, longing gaze, or the occasional lip licking. From his experience it seemed giants were rather fond of that last gesture.
As the couple made their way up the steps they suddenly stopped. Looking up Grey turned to see why. Standing at the top of the steps was another giantess standing in their way, a giant Grey easily recognized by her crimson hair and scared face. By the look she had on her Grey could see she appeared none too pleased.
“Okay, I’m going to put an end this.” she said as she crossed her arms before her. As she spoke her eyes remained transfixed on him, ignoring both of the giants that stood before her.
“Excuse us miss, but the lass and I are in the middle of something.”
“I don’t care.” the scar faced giantess said. “That human belongs to me and I want him back.”
The giant man cracked a smile. “Well I’m sorry.” he said sarcastically. “Even if that were true i’m afraid he’s ours now. You lost him, we caught him, he’s ours fair and square.”
Her eyes narrowed as she stared daggers at the man. “You really don’t want to do this to me right now. Give me the human, this is your only warning.”
The giant laughed a low and bellyful laugh.
“Hey if you want him so badly maybe we can turn this into a threeway, I’m sure my cock is large enough for-”
The giant never finished his statement, instead Grey heard a low gurgling sound before turning to watch as the giant’s hulking body crumbled to the floor. The red haired giantess stood with her arm outstretched, a bloody dagger in her hand.
Grey heard a ear piercing scream as the blonde giantess looked on in horror. She turned to run but but the scar face giantess took a quick step forward plucking Grey by his hunter's cloak free from her cleavage.
“The amount of trouble you’ve caused me tonight-” she began to say as she held Grey before her.
A low roar was heard as another giant charged at her with a wooden cane in hand. He swung it at the giantess’s head only for her to swiftly duck before rising and sinking her blade into his jaw. The inn’s occupants began to panic as women and men fled into the street, the bravest of those grabbing nearby objects they could attack her with.
Sighing and raising her dagger up defensively, the giantess prepared herself for thier on coming assaults, all while still holding Grey by the cloak in her free hand. Seeing his captor distracted Grey unfastened his hunter’s cloak allowing him to drop to the floor and quickly maneuvering into a roll as he landed on one of the uppers steps. The giantess took noticed and bent down to grab him, only for a fist to connect to her face the second she looked away. Stepping back up the steps she returned her attention to her attackers in hopes of dispatching them quickly.
Seeing a new opportunity before him Grey fled down the staircase. There were only a few steps he needed to descend before he was on the ground floor, and luckily for him in middle of the chaos someone had left the front door wide open. Evading the approaching boots of oncoming giants, Grey kept to the wall and leapt from one step to the next, descending as fast as he could. Another victim collapsed on the stairway nearly crushing Grey under his body as it came to rest at the bottom of the stairs. Grey hurried, making it to the floor and kept running across the room until he was outside.
It was dark out, with a crowd of curious onlookers watching while the blonde giantess stood with her friend and cried. No one seemed to noticed as he slipped outside the door and no one stopped him as snuck out quietly into the country night.