Tales of
Myth and Legend
Witches
Among Us (Part 1)
By
Richard C.H. Davies
Warning
this story contains: Giantess witches, fantasy fiction, Shrunken Man, giantess,
entrapment, sexual assault, giant woman lick, soft vore, naked giantess, chase,
nudity
Present
day
Sam's step mother waved at him
from the car. It was embarrassing for him to still need a lift from her, but
his car was in the garage after a recent car accident and it was his only
choice.
He hated all of this. His step
mother was friends with Steve's mother, she had invited Sam over to join Steve
in celebrating his 21st birthday at home today, his mother spoiled him rotten
and it showed.
They were all supposed to be
grown ups, adults now, but their parents seemed to want to still treat them
like teenagers. Steve went along with it, because he got fancy stuff bought for
him. He could save money by not paying rent and he could impress girls by
showing them the massive jacuzzi they had.
Steve was at the door, a few of
his other friends were there gawking around Steve's head. They pretty much
ignored Sam and were just looking out towards Sabrina, Sam's step mum.
"Woah, she's so hot!"
He heard one of them say.
"Oh god she's so fit, how on
earth did his dad get her?"
Sam shook his head as he
reluctantly approached the door. He hated the misogynistic comments they were
making, especially about his step mum.
Yes she was younger than many of
their mothers. She was in her late twenties.
"Hey Mrs Adams, come and
join us for a bit," Steve called out with a beaming smile.
Sam's mum fully wound down the
window of her Porsche, the engine was purring in the background.
"Is Anna in?" She
called out.
"Sure," Steve replied
and reluctantly allowed Sam to enter his house.
"Happy birthday," Sam
greeted him pleasantly.
"Sure whatever nerd, come
in. You're only here because your mum's hot, don't start thinking you're cool
or anything,"
Sabrina heard those words as she
turned off the engine to the car and stepped out with her impossibly smooth
waxed leg and high heel shoe. Not the recommended footwear for driving a
Porsche; but the pressure she was under to fit into this community was
immense.
She had been in this country for
about eight years, since she was 21 herself. She was originally from Eastern
Europe and had travelled here for better life opportunities. Sometimes she
wondered if it had been a good idea.
She couldn't get over the
superficiality of life here, but she needed to fit in. For the good of herself,
but also her husband and Sam; whom she adored and protected as her own.
So when she heard those words
being spoken she felt an intense rush of blood to her brain and a swelling
anger; but she didn't react or show it. She kept her poker face. The one her
grandmother had taught her to always keep.
"Never show your emotions to
people you don't trust," she had told Sabrina. "Never let a man get
the better of you. If you need to let him think he has the upper hand then so
be it; sometimes that is the best way, because they probably won't see you as a
threat,"
Her grandmother had grown up in a
different time, under Nazi and then Soviet occupation. Surrounded by men in
uniform… with guns… and supposed power. It gave them ideas and delusions of
grandeur.
Sabrina nodded and walked gracefully
up to the house. She tolerated the ogling stares of the young men, who were
boys to her really.
In her home country they would
have toughened up by now. They would have been put to work. They would be men
by now. Their family would have been embarrassed that that their age of
adulthood they still behaved like juvenile boys.
She smiled sweetly at them as she
entered the house, swallowing the bitter taste in her mouth.
"Shall I take my shoes
off?" She asked politely.
"You do what you like,"
Steve said suggestively, looking her up and down and allowing his eyes to
linger on her cleavage.
That was strike two. Sabrina
grimaced in her own mind, but she allowed it for now.
"So where's Anna then?"
Sabrina asked innocently, looking around the vast entrance to the house. A
double staircase and statues at the entrance. Utterly ridiculous, she
thought.
But Anna, Steve's mother, was
influential here and she seemed to like Sabrina. Probably because she was good
looking and helped Anna look good by being with her. Anna was good looking as
well but she seemed to like to collect a possie of women who were good looking
but she liked to have something over each of them, so that she felt she
controlled each of them.
With Sabrina it was her accent.
Her English was very good. Her grandmother had paid for her to have the top
education available, but her thick Eastern European accent couldn't be shaken
just yet.
It was looked down upon here.
People assumed that she was married to an older man because he had money, but
Sabrina was a Barrister herself. It seemed to really surprise people when they
learned that. She enjoyed telling them at the right moment after they had made
a dick of themselves and asked what she did to keep herself busy when he was at
work.
"Oh, my mum and dad are away
for the weekend," Steve replied with a belligerent smile. The unspoken
words being 'so I can do whatever I damn well please'.
Sabrina nodded knowingly.
"But make yourself
comfortable, feel free to join us for a drink," Steve invited.
"Or sunbathe out by the
pool," another one of his idiot friends unhelpfully added. He received an
elbow to the ribs from Steve.
Sabrina didn't reply, she just
wandered through several rooms until she got to the kitchen.
Steve followed her in.
"Well you might as well make
me a Margarita," she said, laying her accent on thick. He seemed to like
it and smiled as he busied himself eagerly making a cocktail.
"Are there no women here at
your party?" She asked, looking around at the increasing crowd of
men.
Steve shook his head.
"Just lads at my
party," he responded with a chuckle.
Sabrina nodded slowly, eventually
receiving the cocktail in a cool glass in her slender fingers.
"Well aren't you going to
show me around then?" She asked. "I would love to see more of this
wonderful house."
*
Sam had his arms crossed all the
way home.
"You didn't need to stay for
a drink," he protested.
"I didn't want to just walk
straight out. I wanted them to think that they were charming me," she chuckled
as she drove up the driveway to their house.
She scolded herself though. She
had made the mistake of encouraging Sam to go. He was right, those guys were a
bunch of dicks.
She had to do something about it,
but she didn't want Sam to know.
He had had a few drinks so he was
quite tipsy. It didn't take long for him to fall back to sleep.
Sabrina waited an hour to check
he was definitely asleep and then she headed out again.
She wore dark clothes and soft
shoes and she took the small family car. People would just assume that she was
'the help' when she returned to the rich millionaire's Street.
*
Steve was shocked to see Sabrina
at the door when he opened it.
He looked around her, Sam wasn't
there.
"Well come in," he
greeted her warmly. He was quite drunk. "Look who's back guys!" He
cheered, as did they.
Someone handed Sabrina a can of
beer. Another one handed her a shot of some liquor.
She didn't drink either. She
poured the shot into the can of beer and headed into the room they had set up
with a projector and console games. There was music, pizza and copious amounts
of alcohol involved.
She smiled inwardly as she walked
to the centre of the room.
Sabrina threw the can of beer at
one of the guys playing the console game.
"Hey!" He protested and
turned around sharply.
"You, come and dance with
me," she said in a thick accent.
"Woah… sure," he tossed
the controller aside and jumped up to dance next to her.
Sabrina smiled with the power of
it, she was starting to almost smell it.
She started to dance as well,
slowly unzipping her black hoodie, she took it off and tossed it to the side of
the room.
"Wooow!" Several of the
guys cheered out, as they saw what she was wearing underneath. Her breasts were
bulging in the very beautiful streamlined dress that she was wearing.
She tapped the floor with her
high heels, dancing elegantly and putting the boys all to shame. More and more
of them crowded around to dance near her.
"Woah, I didn't know you had
arranged a stripper," one of the guys shouted to Steve over the
music.
Sabrina looked over to him, his
eyes suddenly went wide with embarrassment.
"You, you dance with me,
here," she pointed at the ground at her side. He immediately
complied.
"Yes Mrs A," he
responded and danced uncomfortably next to her.
There was a good group of them
around her now. Their hormones were at an all time high. They were horny and
desperate. Perfect.
She recalled what her grandmother
had told her. Her experiences from the war.
*
October
1939 Poland
Martyna had heard them coming.
The whole village had. People had come running in from the fields and their
places of work.
The diesel engine of the German
troop truck was humming away in the background. It was barely audible over the
thumping of the Halftrack engine.
They both cycled down and chugged
to silence, but the silence didn't last. Male shouting in Deutsch echoed across
the street, angry men with guns were shouting at people.
Martyna was wide eyed. She was
only recently eighteen and she was far too young to experience this terrible
war. This invasion of their land.
She heard their local accent
spoken by their own people, people begging, people protesting. They were being
dragged out of their houses, rounded up and… gunshots echoed across the muddy
street.
Martyna winced as more gunshots
rippled out. She heard the unmistakable sound of dead bodies thumping to the
wet and muddy ground, screaming children, women and older men. More gun shots
cracked out, more screams, more shouting. It was chaotic and terrifying
outside.
"Remember, wait as long as
you can," her mother gripped her shoulders hard and pressed her forehead
against Martyna's. She spoke directly to her with loving, but hard eyes. She
had witnessed things that had hardened her up once upon a time. She had only
told Martyna about some of it.
"Wait until there are as
many in the room as possible, do anything you can to delay them entering and
violating your body," her mother spoke to her bitterly. "I will
try to delay them, don't listen or watch what they do to me…" her lip
trembled. She didn't want her daughter to be part of any of this.
There was a loud crack against
the front door, it made them both jump, eyes wide and they turned around to
face whatever it was.
The door rattled against the
lock. Dust fell from the door frame and the ceiling above them.
There was another louder thump
and the door burst inwards, two German uniformed soldiers stumbled inside;
nearly bumbling into the open hearth.
They didn't have enough fuel for
many fires this winter so the hearth was empty and cold. Food was scarce too.
The German soldiers, swastikas on
their arms, steadied themselves; regaining their dignity, and shouldered their
rifle butts and pointed their muzzles at the women.
"Nein, Nein…
freundlich," her mother said to them, palms facing them in a peaceful
posture. "Willkommen," she continued and pointed to the table and
chairs, trying her best to force a warm smile; which just ended up looking
creepy as her mouth wobbled with anger as she tried to force a smile.
One of the soldiers looked at the
chair with disdain. There were only two left. The rest had been used for
firewood months ago.
The soldier kicked the chair
across the room, breaking a leg on the chair, and looked back at her mother
with bitter hatred.
Her mother pushed Martyna back
behind her and stepped forwards, lifting her chest up to demonstrate her
womanhood beneath her clothes.
The soldier looked her up and
down lustfully. It was sickening.
More troops entered the room
which served as their small kitchen and dining room. There was no lounge.
Further troops entered, some
headed straight upstairs, dragging terrified women with them. Some of the women
were still clothed but a few of them had had their clothes ripped off and their
naked breasts were on full display. They screamed and tried to resist but they
were dragged by their hair, their arms or one of them was even being dragged by
one of her breasts.
Monsters! Martyna
thought.
It was awful to behold. Martyna
knew these women very well and was horrified that anyone could treat them like
this. They were good and innocent people.
Her mother had warned her before
about what terror this war might bring. She had been trying to prepare her for
this. She knew that Martyna's father would not be there to protect them. But
nothing can prepare someone for the true horrors of war.
"Wait, just like I told
you," her mother said in their own tongue, a colloquial dialect. It was
directed at Martyna but without the eye contact. "Don't watch."
There were at least eight
soldiers in the room now, some pointing guns, others watching, waiting for
their senior thug to act.
The senior thug started
proceedings by prodding his muzzle against each of her mother's breasts and
then slowly sliding it down her chest to her crotch.
She voluntarily unbuttoned her
clothes and allowed them to drop to the floor, revealing her pale white
skin.
Martyna staggered back, allowing
the opportunity of distraction, she collapsed to the floor and curled in a
ball, covering her head with her hands and trying to shut the world out.
She winced every time she heard a
gunshot outside, or loud shouting, or female screaming - either from outside or
from the floor above.
Flames licked hungrily somewhere
outside. The troops were burning something… or someone…
Martyna tried to shut it all out.
She waited for the smoke to fill her nostrils… something did but it wasn't
smoke.
She was inhaling something else.
Something completely… alien to her.
It felt like she was absorbing
power. She was absorbing… pure power.
It smelled of man and female
fear… she couldn't quite describe it, then she heard female whispers. Ancient
whispers in her head. A long forgotten dialect, then a more familiar but
harshly spoken language, her own but old.
"Martyna… Martyna… use your
power… use your power, channel it through you…" the voices suddenly echoed
in her eyes. It was louder than the gunshots now. It grew to a crescendo.
Was she having some kind of
episode? She thought. She opened her mouth trying to clear the sound in her
head.
Her mother had told her about
this power but not much detail. She had mentioned it again more recently.
"Save your mother, save your
people!" The voices instructed her.
Martyna's eyes burst open, she
felt something or someone grab her arm and roughly pull her to her feet.
She looked up, wide eyed. The
solider was half naked. He had an erection, his trousers were around his
ankles. He kicked them off and dragged Martyna by her hair.
She screamed and thrashed at his
face with her fingers.
He backslapped her with the top
of his hand across her face sending her sprawling.
She winced and looked across and
saw her mother bent forwards over their table. The table that they had eaten
every meal at together and suddenly she felt this new sensation of power surge
through her. The anger of her own emotions mixed with the testosterone of the
room of horny soldiers. She was feeling some fear from people as well, not sure
from where but it was different to these other feelings.
She pointed at the man grunting
between her mother's legs and shrieked at him at the top of her voice.
She felt a surge of raw power
cascading through her body, it was like she had a well of it full in her chest
and she released a bit. It felt like it was travelling through her arms and
coursed out of her fingers.
"Fuck you!!!" She
shouted at him, the power was invisible but she swore she felt it leave her
fingertips and shoot out at him.
He laughed at her bitterly as he
continued thrusting his hips into her mother and then he staggered backwards,
looking down his body in shock and then he disappeared… 'poof'!
Martyna looked at where he had
been, wide eyed. His clothes fluttered to the floor.
She looked in complete shock.
What had just happened?
Several soldiers looked down at their
fallen comrades' clothes in absolute disbelief.
The one dragging her hadn't seen
it happen, he grabbed her again and slammed her against the side of the table
and started to pull at her clothes.
He roughly grabbed a handful of
her clothes, catching some skin with it and tore at her clothes.
She screamed out feeling her skin
being pulled, but luckily not torn as well.
Her mother was up, breasts
shaking as she turned towards her daughter and looked her daughter's assaulter
in the eyes.
"Kurczyć!" She shouted
out at him and pointed her left arm at him, fingers outstretched.
He staggered backwards and then
Martyna felt his weight just disappear from her back. His terrible penis that
had been pressing against her thigh, and was probably about to attempt to enter
inside her, also disappeared.
She looked behind her quickly. He
was gone.
She was panting, as she leaned
over the table. Unsure of what to do next. Her chest was exposed now. Her
clothes ripped open, her breasts hanging out. Her dignity was exposed and
vulnerable.
Her mother grabbed her and turned
her around, the soldiers were stumbling backwards looking around them and at
the floor at the two heaps of uniform in utter bewilderment and a growing sense
of terror.
Martyna felt that terror fill her
well inside now, it was like she was feeding on the strength of their negative
emotions.
"Shout the word I just
shouted and channel your powers at each of them. Together we must get them all
before they shoot us!" Her mother spoke to her quickly and certainly in
their local dialect. Martyna nodded, starting to understand a little bit about
what was happening but still very confused. "Don't look at the floor until
we are finished!" Her mother shouted. "Now, say the words!"
"Kurczyć!" Her mother
turned to a soldier who was lifting his weapon to point it towards her, he was
uncertain where the threat was coming from. He couldn't work out how these
peasants had done this... He stumbled backwards and shuddered and shrieked out
and then 'poof', there was a sound and a fluttering of clothes. His rifle and
helmet clattered heavily to the floor causing the other soldiers to jump away
in terror.
They shouted amongst themselves
in their foreign language. Not understanding what was happening. Was a new
weapon being used against them?
"Kurczyć!" Martyna
shouted as she pointed both of her hands towards two soldiers in front of her.
One of them looked directly at her in shock, the other was fumbling with the
safety catch on his rifle. He looked like a boy, not a man. Even she could tell
that he wasn't even experienced enough to wield that gun.
Both of them went 'poof' and
their clothes fluttered to the floor, rifles, belts, ammo packs, helmets and
other items noisily clattered to the ground.
"Kacken!" One of the
remaining soldiers shouted out in German, lifting his rifle into his shoulder,
clicking the safety catch and pointing it up towards Martyna's mother.
"Hexe!" Another soldier
pointed at her mother.
"Kurczyć!" Both Martyna
and her mother shouted again and pointed their hands at two of the remaining
soldiers. The last jumped aside into the corner of the kitchen.
Martyna felt the power surge out
of her body and nearly drain her well inside her.
Both soldiers went 'poof' and
their clothes and equipment clattered heavily to the floor.
"Hexe!" The last
soldier called. "Kleine Hexe!" He pointed directly at Martyna. She
couldn't understand German. She didn't know what it meant.
The expression on his face was
completely different to what was on it when he had entered this house. He had
arrived a powerful soldier, full of himself in the knowledge that he had his
weapon and his comrades with him. Now he was a mask of fear, confusion and
terror.
These were the young boys and men
mopping up resistance following the army's main assault. They were facing
civilian old men, boys and women. The civilian population were the last embers
of resistance; the main forces had been defeated or were possibly still in
pockets of resistance. They hadn't heard about the progress of the war for
months now.
Martyna's father had been gone
for a number of months now. They presumed, with much unhappiness, that he was
dead by now.
It was this anger that fuelled
Martyna as she pointed both of her hands at this final soldier.
"Kurczyć, Kurczyć,
Kurczyć!" She roared at him. "Shrink, Shrink, Shrink!"
She immediately felt exhausted as
her well of power felt like it was drained, she felt tired to her very core.
The soldier was aiming his rifle and about to shoot, but instead whatever it
was happened to him as well 'Poof!' went the soft popping sound and his
equipment and clothes collapsed to the floor.
Martyna slunk back against the
table, her warm breasts pressing against her chest. She was panting with
exhaustion and her mind whirling in confusion. What had just happened? How come
both her and her mother could do that? Did their village estate farm principal
know? They were agrarian peasants… how could they possibly be imbued with the
ability to… kill?
"Oh my god mother," she
panted, suddenly realising.
"Don't blaspheme
daughter," her mother grunted from where she squatted over a pail of water
and she was washing her buttocks and her private parts. "Strike yourself
twice across the face for me, because I am busy," her mother splashed and
rubbed more water across herself.
"The first strike is for
blasphemy mother, I understand this, but what is the second for?"
"Questioning me, you silly
girl,"
Martyna struck herself across her
face each side. She had to make it sound convincing enough and leave red marks,
otherwise her mother would finish the job later.
"Good, now get me some fresh
rags from their shirts, I need to wipe myself clean of this Nazi scum's
cock," she grimaced. "Your timing was good, he didn't release his
seed,"
"But mother, we killed these
men," Martyna started to sob. Her mother looked up sharply.
"We didn't girl. We haven't
killed them yet," she stood up and walked over to the spot where the first
man had stood behind her mother, the one Martyna had shouted at and he had
disappeared.
Her mother lifted up his
uniform.
"Look," her mother
pointed beneath it.
There was a little white mouse…
no it wasn't a mouse, it stood up on two legs…
Martyna shrieked in horror. The
man was tiny, it was the same man, but he was about five inches tall… and
naked.
Her mother looked at the man,
that had been ravaging her body, in disdain. He was looking up at them in
terror. Seeing these giant topless women standing over him.
His tiny brain suddenly realising
that they were the same women he had burst in on and he had been humping one of
them merely moments before.
"Goodbye you little sick
piece of pig shit," she lifted her leg up in the air. The man looked up at
the giant foot that hovered above him and screamed.
Martyna felt his raw fear enter
inside her body… the indescribable well of energy she felt inside her. This
completely new feeling.
Her mother slammed her foot down
on top of him with a wet splat.
She ground her heel into the
floorboard to make sure he was truly dead.
The flow of energy stopped
instantly the moment he was dead.
Martyna looked away. She couldn't
bear the sight of it.
There were more shouts outside.
Their whole village was being ravaged by this small troop of renegades. She
could only assume that this was not official orders they were following, but
from what her mother had told her about war they could never rule out the
brutality of Total War.
"Mother…" she trailed
off. She didn't know where to start. "What have we done?"
"We have done what we must…
and what we are destined to do. To protect ourselves… and our people," she
looked at their stairs.
They had one of the few houses in
the village that had a second storey; and two bedrooms nonetheless.
Martyna's father was a woodsman
and along with the prestige came access and skill to material to build such an
extravagant second storey in such a remote rural village as theirs.
"Daughter, listen, I will
explain everything soon, but we must go upstairs first and we must save those
women. As soon as those soldiers have had their rotten way with them they may
tire of them and kill them… that's if the women have not had enough sense to
try and kill them first,"
"But Mother…"
"Quick, our townsfolk need
us," her mother gestured to the clothes on the floor. "Quickly clear
this up, collect their tiny bodies and put them in this pot," she handed
Martyna a deep sided pot.
Martyna took it reluctantly and
looked at her mother incredulously.
Her mother nodded
insistently.
"We can keep them alive and
use their fear to replenish our Life Force,"
"Our… what?" Martyna
asked in confusion.
"Do it daughter or I shall
make you strike yourself a third and fourth time," her mother huffed at
the insolence; as she started to gather up the equipment and
weapons.