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.  

Present day – Sabrina

 

This wasn't how Sabrina usually did this, she was very selective about when and where she did it. However there was something about these guys that really pissed her off, they were far too predatory and comfortable in that position; and she besides didn't agree with their leering culture. 

 

It reminded her of some of the stories her grandmother had told her, how men in groups could behave if left unchecked. There needed to be some kind of balance added into the ecosystem. There needed to be a shift in power to tip the scales a bit. 

 

That is where her kind came in. 

 

She couldn't allow these men to go through their life thinking they could objectify women in such a demeaning manner. Some of them might take it to the next step; which would be unacceptable. Looking at a few of them she could read future rapists on some of their faces. She had to do something about this. For the good of womankind but also for mankind… they would give good men a bad name after all.  

 

So she allowed her Well to slowly fill as their testosterone fuelled emotions swirled and were unwittingly absorbed into her Life Force Well. 

 

They were none the wiser. They all thought they had one up on her. She couldn't really truly read their minds but she could read them to a pretty good extent because she could read their emotions. She was experienced enough now to be able to differentiate people and tune her seventh senses to their moods and emotions.  

 

So she tolerated a few juvenile cocks being rubbed against her leg and the odd playful touches and pinches of her body. Not because a woman ever should, but because on this occasion it made her much stronger for what would happen shortly afterwards. It was a means to an end that she had become used to. 

 

She compared it very much to a physical sport player or martial artist who used someone else's body or their kinetic energy against them. 

 

She was ready now. She looked at the first cocky little fucker that she had handpicked and spoke a single word.

 

"Kurczyć," the word passed through her lips, it was actually barely audible over the loud music; and to those that heard it the word meant nothing to them. They thought it was some kind of Eastern European… word. Well it was… but their ignorance of its significance and meaning was her bliss. 

 

Her eyes sparkled as she watched the man's body disappear with a 'poof'. Unfortunately she didn't hear the sound, it was quite fun to hear after all. It signified the permanence of that person's fall from their perceived position of power. 

 

His clothes fluttered to the floor. Some of his friends unwittingly tripped over his trainers. They were too drunk to realise what happened, it was so fast. 

 

They didn't stamp on him, she could still feel his tiny feelings of terror emanating from him as he was suddenly enshrouded in his own clothes. She would grab him later. 

 

She directed her attention to someone else. Another cocky looking guy, one of the ones who had thought it was funny to touch her boob. 

 

She pointed at him with her outstretched polished index fingernail. 

 

He thought it was a dance move or something and he did a stupid little spin on the spot. 

 

"Kurczyć," she said as she channelled pure energy from her body through her arm and hand and then 'poof', he disappeared into thin air, or so it seemed, his clothes fell to the floor. 

 

She giggled as she saw him finishing his spin as a tiny little man and he collapsed to the floor, his tiny white naked buttocks on display.

 

He looked up in terror, seeing her giant pointed toe of her stiletto shoe pointing directly at him.

 

"Don't physically abuse women," she said down to him. He was looking up at this giant woman. How was it even possible? Everyone else was huge around him. 

 

He crawled back in terror. Then her giant stiletto toe stepped towards him and stepped down on his left leg. 

 

He screamed out as she pressed down on his leg, crushing his leg to a pulp. 

 

He screamed out in pain and horror. 

 

Sabrina relished the Life Force replenishing inside her. She lifted her foot away from him and then she deployed one of her favourite moves. 

 

She emulated a cowgirl from a western film and lifted her imaginary handguns from her waist and then she pointed her gun shaped fingers around the group of dancing men and started to mock shoot each of them. 

 

Only one or two had actually noticed their friends disappear, and looked uncertain, but were still so stupidly horny, drunk and drugged up that they continued dancing and flirting.  

 

They were all aware of the threat after her next dance move though.  

 

"Kurczyć, Kurczyć, Kurczyć, Kurczyć, Kurczyć," Sabrina chanted as she mock shot each of them whilst she spun in a slow circle. 

 

She observed their expressions of joy at her playful dance move and they returned the mock gun fire until they realised with a sudden short and sharp lance of pain through their bodies that they were suddenly naked and were all looking at giant red stiletto shoes. 

 

All of them looked upwards, up the long and slender waxed legs of the giantess who stood towering above them. 

 

They didn't know what had just happened but they were suddenly very, very scared. 

 

Sabrina's Well was feeling a little bit empty, but she had a little bit of juice and it was slowly refilling. The guy's leg she had stepped on was helping, as well as the general fear of the room that was building. 

 

"Kurczyć," she pointed and shouted at a guy who was running out of the room in panic. 

 

His clothes and shoes scattered across the floor and his tiny naked body fell over. 

 

Steve was looking wide eyed at the scene in front of him, he had witnessed all of it. He was one of the last few left normal size. 

"Give me your phone Steve," Sabrina pointed at him. His eyes were wide with terror and he fumbled in his jeans and passed her his phone. "Be a love and turn this shit music off, will you?" She instructed. 

 

Then she turned around and pointed at a guy who was trying to creep out of the other side of the room behind her.

 

The music cut out and she tutted noisily.

 

"Behind my back, Kurczyć for you," she said as she pointed over her shoulder. 

 

The Life Force invisibly crossed the room and pummeled him. 

 

'Poof!' Came the satisfying popping sound of his body's irreversible and sudden shrinking. 

 

She thanked her ancestors. 

 

She had a little bit of Life Force left but it was running low and she realised she didn't quite have enough Life Force to shrink all of the last four guys.  

 

"All you guys, go and sit on the sofa, throw your phones over to me," she demanded. Their phones clattered on the floor and they ran over to the sofa with Steve and sat down, trembling and watching their tiny friends in terror. 

 

Some of the tiny men were running away, others were trying to hide. 

 

A few were waving up at Sabrina for help. They hadn't worked out that she was the originating cause of their new size.

 

She carefully stepped her way over to one of the tinies nearby, a three inch tall man. 

 

She bent forwards, giving the guys on the sofa a very good display of her cleavage as she bent forwards. 

 

That bit of testosterone helped top up her Well a little bit; but not enough yet.

 

She reached down and plucked the tiny man off the floor between her polished fingernails. 

 

She lifted him up in the air, standing upright. The sudden fast motion stirred terror in him, that added to her Well. 

 

She stepped forwards again and started walking towards the sofa and sat down opposite all four of them on an ottoman. 

 

"I'm going to give you a birthday present, Steve. You get to choose where I put this little guy," she spoke with a rasping voice, her sexiest voice she could muster without laughing at their stupefied expressions. 

 

"Err…" he stammered, confused as to what was happening.

 

"In my mouth?" She lifted the tiny man up to her face, opened her mouth and gave him a long and tender lick. 

 

She tasted his salty skin, he tasted quite good. His screams and fear helped build up her Well some more. 

 

"Or…" she looked down and opened her legs up slightly. "Down here, shall I put his tiny body in my pussy?" She asked Steve. Who was now quite visibly getting an erection. 

 

His idiot mates were also dumbfounded either side of him. 

 

"Get her to put him up her butt," one of them said. 

 

"What is it with you and butts?" Steve snapped at him angrily and turned back to Sabrina to make this very important decision.  

 

Sabrina was starting to unbutton her dress with one hand, allowing more of her cleavage to be on display. 

 

The men all ogled at her. 

 

"Make a decision Steve or I will make it for you…" she urged him. 

 

"Okay… okay… put him in your pussy," he decided, sighing in relief as one of his friends nudged him with a congratulatory elbow. 

 

Sabrina smiled. They usually went for that option when she gave them a choice. 

 

"Okay," she dropped her dress around her hips and then shimmied it off down her thighs and kicked it off. She kept her stilettos on. 

 

They were completely dumbfounded. She had been completely naked under that dress.

 

It had its own embedded breast support. No bra or thong, surprise. 

 

She dragged the tiny guy she was holding across her breasts, over her nipples, and then down her belly. 

 

Then she dropped him right in front of her giant pussy. 

 

He fell on top of the ottoman and looked upwards at the neatly trimmed, but to him still very hairy, pussy. 

 

Instead of being scared, this drunken fool thought he was at a fratboy party. 

 

Sabrina watched him turn to his mates and give them tiny thumbs up, to which they gave him little cheers of support. One of them even held up a beer bottle in cheers.  

 

Sabrina slowly ran her hands down her sides, feeling her Life Force Well gradually restoring itself. 

Sabrina had found in moments of dire need she could pinch or punch herself to get a little boost of her own Life Force, but it wasn't that reliable and was getting weaker at absorbing her own pain and fear over the years. 

 

It was as if it was sentient and hungry for external emotions and energy.  

 

Her hands surrounded the tiny man, settling on her thighs; he didn't realise his predicament until it was too late. 

 

She reached down and pressed his tiny body against her labia lips and started to rub him up and down against them. 

 

She started quite gently, and then she started to intensify and get a bit more rough pressing him against her. 

 

She was struggling to get turned on though with these fools staring at her. 

 

She pointed at all of the three men around Steve. 

 

"Kurczyć…Kurczyć… Kurczyć…" they suddenly panicked and tried to get up and run, but it was too late, 'poof!', 'poof!', 'poof!' they went. 

 

They turned into heaps of clothes. One of the tinies was visible but the other two were moving and crawling inside their pile of clothing. 

 

Steve looked either side of himself in a drunken stupor. He was too stupid and too drunk to realise his own precarious predicament. 

 

Sabrina felt her Life Force Well draining down and then starting to refill. She had more than enough energy left to shrink Steve as well, but she didn't like to empty her Well. 

 

Her grandmother taught her that, you never know what might happen next. 

 

*

 

October 1939 Poland – Martyna

 

Martyna proceeded to the first heap of clothes and squatted above it, with a trembling hand she tentatively lifted up the uniform. 

 

A tiny white creature shot out from underneath and ran across her foot. Her nervous reservations were cast into the wind and she immediately sought to catch him. 

 

She snatched out at the tiny running figure and caught the wriggling man in her hand. 

 

She lifted him up in the air to examine him. He looked tiny, helpless and completely harmless. How different they were at about… well this guy was about three inches tall. 

 

She smiled at him as she examined his tiny naked body. His tiny penis amused her. She had never seen another man's penis before. 

 

"Martyna!" Her mother called out with a warning. Martyna rolled her eyes and dropped the tiny man inside the bowl, then she moved onto the next heap of clothes. 

 

She lifted this one up and saw a tiny man lying on the ground, he looked wounded. His leg was lying at an unnatural angle, she surmised his rifle or something must have landed on top of him. 

 

She gently reached down and plucked the terrified and screaming little man. His injured leg swung helplessly from his body. He was in terrible pain. 

 

"Mother…" she shouted out. 

 

"Put him in the bowl, I can feel his pain. We need that, pain is good to refill our Life Force."

 

Martyna shook her head as she looked at the poor man apologetically. Then she gently laid him in the bowl and proceeded to the next heap of clothes. 

 

It took a few minutes for them to collect everyone and clear everything. Her mother hid everything under loose floorboards under their only rug. 

 

As she was just flapping the rug down they heard footsteps and creaking floorboards above them. They both looked up. 

 

It was a lot quieter up there than before. The screaming had stopped both outside and upstairs. 

 

There was a dragging sound and then two bangs on the floor and the sound of a sobbing woman. 

 

"There, we need to go up, prepare yourself daughter," her mother warned her. She looked down inside the bowl, "now who shall we eat first?" She asked the seven terrified occupants. 

 

Martyna looked at her mother in shocked disbelief. She couldn't even speak. 

 

"Pick one out and torment him a bit and then swallow him whole, his fear inside you will help refill your Life Force, which we will need to get out of this," her mother advised.

 

"But…"

 

"Look, either we do this," she reached inside the bowl and plucked out a tiny man. He wriggled violently in her fingers as she roughly held him. "Or we die at the hands of these soldiers… or those poor women upstairs do… or all of us…"

Martyna absorbed this and then slowly nodded solemnly. It was not her place to disagree with her mother and father was not home to speak to about this. 

 

She looked inside the bowl, her mouth felt parched. She wondered what it was like to eat them… she felt sick. She didn't want to eat a person. 

 

"They're no longer people," her mother said as if reading her mind. 

 

Martyna swallowed some saliva uncomfortably and selected one of the three inch tall men and reached down inside the bowl. 

 

She winced as she felt them beating against her fingers, trying to discourage her, dissuade her… hurt her… whatever to get away from them. 

 

She reached out and grabbed one, lifting him by his arm. He wriggled like a tiny little fish caught from a stream. 

 

Her mother nodded and reached in and grabbed a handful of the rest of them and shoved them in a shoulder bag which she planted around her shoulder. 

 

"The first time is always the hardest," she looked at her mother's eyes and she suddenly saw a softness bleeding into her mother's expression. 

 

A softness that she rarely saw in her. What was she seeing now? It felt like her mother was suddenly looking at her, no longer as a little girl, but as a woman… with respect… almost as an equal. 

 

"You're a woman now, daughter… coming of age with our powers is hard. The world does not understand us, never let the world see or hear what we can do… do you understand?"

 

Martyna nodded. 

 

"Mother…"

 

"Yes?" Her mother paused, dangling the wriggling tiny man near her own face. 

 

"What is Kleine Hexe?" She asked about what the German had called out at her.

 

Her mother sighed and glanced away.

 

"Little witch," she replied quietly and bluntly. Martyna gasped and held her free hand to her mouth. She was shocked at this knowledge. 

 

"Are we?" Martyna asked in horror. The Polish folk tales were true?

 

Her mother paused, thinking and then looked back at Martyna. 

 

"Society has many names for our kind, but we live amongst them, we are like them, just… more special…" 

 

"Mother!" Martyna growled in frustration at the cryptic reply. "Are we witches?"

 

"We don't follow what they think witches are… no… we don't get our power from Satan… no… but yes… in some kind of form we are witches… I suppose… we cannot explain where the power comes from. We just know it comes from the more negative types of emotions in ourselves… and from others. Particularly from men, only women in our coven seem to have our powers… as far as we know. 

 

Now be a good girl and eat up your tiny man," her mother chuckled. 

 

She lifted her tiny man up towards her mouth. Martyna watched in distaste as she saw her mother teasing him. She licked his tiny naked body a few times. 

 

She said things to him in broken German that seemed to evoke ripples of fear from him. Martyna didn't understand most of what her mother said but whatever it was it wasn't pleasant. 

 

Then her mother held the tiny wriggling and begging man above her mouth and slowly lowered him down.

 

She opened her mouth and stuffed his wriggling body inside. Her tongue curled behind his buttocks and she sucked him inside. 

 

With her mouth still full and his tiny legs waggling outside her lips she turned to Martyna and gestured for her to do the same with a firm expression. 

 

Martyna just watched in horror as her mother sucked on the tiny man and played with him in her mouth. 

 

It was weird but she could feel his terror emanating out of him. It was smaller than the full sized men but still notable, perhaps despite his size his mortality being under threat boosted the force. Either way she could feel her Life Force well recharging. It felt like her stomach was warming after a cold chill. 

 

Tingles travelled up her spine, she felt like she was being rejuvenated and then her mother swallowed hard. 

 

She watched the tiny bulge travel down her mother's throat and waves of intense emotion flooded into her from the tiny man as he must have plopped into her mother's stomach and realised where he was. 

 

Her mother spun round and snatched the tiny man from Martyna's fingers.

 

"Really daughter. Now is not the time to be stubborn with me," she huffed and lifted the tiny man above Martyna's face. 

 

She looked up anxiously, watching the tiny struggling man. His waves of terror oozed into her well, her rejuvenation continued to build. 

 

"Lick him," her mother demanded. 

 

Martyna opened her mouth and gave the tiny man an exploratory lick.

 

He was salty to taste… and quite tasty actually. She tasted her tongue in her mouth and then licked him again, a longer and slower lick this time. 

 

His terror flowed out of him and she felt a sudden wave of euphoria which flowed over her. She suddenly wanted to eat him up. The sudden urge terrified and excited her at the same time. What was happening to her? What was she becoming?

 

His screams of terror were more of a background noise to her now, but she could feel her Well slowly building up again. 

 

She heard loud footsteps and a creak of a door upstairs. 

 

There was the sound of a sobbing woman and heavy booted walking footsteps with something heavy being dragged along the floorboards upstairs. 

 

"Quick daughter, we have no time left, eat him up," her mother demanded. "We need enough Life Force to defeat these thugs."

 

A loud female scream from upstairs causes the survival instinct to kick into Martyna. 

 

She lifted herself on her tiptoes and snatched the wriggling man from her mother's fingers, gobbling him into her mouth. 

 

She didn't want to taste him, or savour him, it wasn't for enjoyment. She simply needed to absorb his Life Force energy; and that's exactly what she did. 

 

She held the tiny writhing man in her mouth for a few moments, feeling her Well charging up even more and then she swallowed hard. 

 

It caused her eyes to water. She was used to eating quite raw roots and food, especially recently, but a living tiny man was something quite different to experience. 

 

She nearly choked as he entered her throat and he gave her a good kicking on the way down her oesophagus, but he still went down and he still plopped into her stomach. 

 

She felt a glowing warmth inside her body from the Life Force that she was absorbing and continued to absorb. 

 

They weren't aware of the future technology at the time but her mother and her now each had a mini Life Force battery inside them. She supposed that she would gain their energy for the duration of time until they expired inside.  

 

She was beginning to feel a bit more sensitivity to her surroundings as well now. 

She could feel little ebbs and flowing of fear and pain from the tiny pouch at her mother's side. She could feel some fear pulsing out of several people above them, but it felt different. 

 

It was female. It had a sweeter 'scent' that was the only way she could describe it. It wasn't as fulfilling, which was at least partly gratifying in that moment. She could feel the fear of a boy somewhere nearby. He was hiding.

 

Someone else was wounded outside, she could feel their pain, she was absorbing it… and then there was a loud thump upstairs and the footsteps started to work their way along the short corridor upstairs and to the top of the stairs which were at a right angle to their dining room. 

 

Her mother gestured for them to hide next to the top stair flight before the quarter landing. 

 

They pressed themselves against the timber panelling, looking upwards, they wedged themselves right into the corner of the right angle of the staircase, to hide themselves for as long as possible. 

 

Unless someone looked over the banister or walked down the stairs, walked to the kitchen and looked back then they should stay hidden.   

 

They couldn't see anything up the stairs either, but they heard a heavy footstep on the top step and the slow creaking sound of a floorboard being put under the pressure of the soldiers bodyweight. 

 

"Ernst?" He called out from the top of the stairs in a thick German accent. He paused, waiting and listening. 

 

"Wolfgang?" He called out. He waited again. Then without hearing any reply Martyna could hear him fumbling with his rifle, she could hear the sling rattling as he positioned the rifle against his shoulder and then the mechanical working parts being cocked as he readied the rifle. 

 

She could hear the rifle rattling slightly from his shaking hands. 

 

There were some hushed German words explained at the top of the stairs landing. 

 

Martyna couldn't remember how many of them were up there. She was starting to tremble with fear again. 

 

Her mother reached down and gripped her hand and held her tightly, that helped her feel better. 

 

She could feel a few waves of anxiety washing off the soldiers upstairs. To even Martyna's own developing senses she could tell they were clearly very inexperienced and nervous soldiers.  

 

She also felt the pain, misery and suffering washing out from the women they held captive upstairs. 

 

"Ist anyone down in zere?" Another German voice spoke in very bad broken Polish. 

 

Martyna's mother looked at her and slowly raised an index finger to her lips. Be quiet, don't say anything, she silently insisted.

 

The soldiers exchanged further dialogue together, it was calm and then it sounded like an argument between them. 

 

Then they stopped and the sound of footsteps and wood creaking resumed as one of them started down the staircase. 

 

Several more footsteps joined the descent, it sounded like at least two of them were walking down the stairs, very slowly, rifles audibly shaking as they proceeded. 

 

Martyna tried to control her own shaking and her breathing. It felt like she was going to breathe so loud that they heard her. 

 

She tried to focus on her Life Force Well, just to picture how much energy she somehow had stored there. 

She could feel the warming feeling of the men's pain and suffering in her and her mother's stomachs. 

 

She wasn't yet experienced enough to know how much Life Force she needed to shrink each person. She would just have to follow her mother's lead, who was clearly the most experienced out of all of the people in the house right now, including the soldiers. 

 

The stair floorboards continued to creak as the soldiers reached the quarter landing. It sounded like one of them was kneeling there and the other one slowly stepped down to him. 

 

There was another creak of the staircase at the top step again. 

 

There were at least three of them, if not more. Their guns were all loaded and ready.

 

Martyna's heart was thumping in her chest, the thumping was also audible in her ears. It felt like her brain was going to explode. 

 

She just focused on her Life Force and building it up. She found that helped. If she focused on individuals that she felt she realised she seemed to absorb more from them. She wondered if this meant it was draining them of their own Life Force… She wondered if they could feel it. 

 

"Ernst?" The soldier called again. Martyna nearly jumped out of her skin. He sounded like he was right next to her face. He was just next to them just a few feet above on the landing of the stairs. 

 

"Wolfgang?" He called out. 

 

No reply. Martyna covered her mouth with her hand. She dared not breathe. She couldn't let them hear anything. 

 

He paused and then she could hear him standing up and starting to walk down the stairs again. The stairs creaked ominously. 

 

The other soldier closely followed him. 

 

She slowly looked to her left and then she froze, and her eyes widened in fear, as she saw the muzzle of a rifle hovering in the edge of her vision as it descended down the staircase. 

 

More and more of the rifle and then the soldier materialised in her vision. 

 

She kept herself pressed as tightly as she could to the timber panelling, breathing as gently as she could, but without physically pressing against it. She didn't want the timber creaking and giving them away.  

 

She wanted to swallow but she didn't dare. Then she felt an urge to scratch an itch and cough. She fought all of those irritations. She knew any slip up meant death for them. 

 

She waited for her mother to tell her what to do. She knew what was best. 

 

Both soldiers reached the bottom of the staircase, both in front of Martyna, her mother was just by her shoulder. 

 

Suddenly her mother's hand pointed to the soldier on the left and then she tapped on Martyna's shoulder hard. 

 

She knew what that meant. 

 

Martyna slowly raised her hands and pointed them with outstretched fingers at the soldier on the left of the two of them. 

 

Her fingers were shaking, visibly shaking, from the terror and anticipation of it all. Her hands looked sheet white, almost starting to turn blue. She wondered if it was her terror or her powers. 

 

Her mother reached her own hands out, just visible in her right peripheral vision. 

 

The soldier on the right suddenly started to turn and look over his shoulder. He spotted them and his eyes went wide with shock. His rifle started to spin round. 

 

"Kurczyć," her mother whispered. Just loud enough for Martyna to hear it. 

 

"Kurczyć," Martyna repeated at the same volume. She felt her Life Force Well empty. 

 

'Poof!'

 

'Poof!' 

 

They both went and then the loud clattering of their rifles on the floor and a very loud and deafening gunshot, one of the rifles misfired and the bullet shot through the hearth.