It was the rise and crack of dawn, where the light seeped in from the horizon and enveloped the land in a warm, yellow glow. This shimmering light was blindingly bright, with shades of an orangish red that spread farther as each second passed. It was nature's alarm for the morning, this heavenly light that was ever expanding and all encompassing . Eventually, the light crept into the household of one noble woman, who resided in quite a well esteemed neighbourhood. The sunlight shone through the window, through the blinds and curtains until it eventually made contact with her face. 

“Mhmm,” she groaned, loudly in response. Her face pointed up toward the roof of her room. Only now had she regretted falling asleep in such a position where the sunlight forced her awake. “Augh.” 

The dazzling light had left her slightly wrinkled face looking like a creature of the night, one that had been rudely disturbed. Only this creature was a giantess. A proud and powerful species that resembled humanoid creatures at a titanic size over 30 times the amount.

 If a human was 1.8 metres tall (5 ft 11 inches), then she was 60 metres (approximately 200 ft). If an average human could run 11 km/h (7 miles/h), the average giantess could run 530 km/h (330 miles/h). Such tiny humans could never even hope to outrun or overpower the titanic beings known as the giantess. To these towering behemoths, humanity was roughly a mere  5 cm (2 inch) long toy. Hardly a sentient person. 

“Fuck, Its already morning,” the blonde titaness growled, for no one person in particular. Her mood was agitated, annoyed even. Full of frustration that dawn had already come so soon. 

She moved her hands from their resting position, towards her crotch, right above her pussy. She felt a slight, unpleasant itch there. A sensation of something squirming, of someone moving.

“Hmm?” She voiced, in a confused tone. The giantess in question was unsure of what she was even feeling. Her hand reached down towards her nether regions, into her undergarments and she felt a group of small creatures present. “... Ah, I forgot about all of you.” She remarked as she held the group of them on her palm. Finally remembering where she kept a group of small humans the night prior. They stood, and some rustled and were clearly agitated.

“Let us go, you fucking bitch!” One of the small creature’s shouted, hopelessly lost in his anger. His distress evident by the bags under his eyes along with his shortness of breath. A totally expected outcome from being sentenced a night in such a musky atmosphere.

“Y’know, with how sloppy of a job you’ve been doing. I don’t think you have the right to complain.” She dismissed, as she gave him the slanted eye and a mocking expression. “Oh, and you all are to call me ‘Mistress Lisa,’ remember?”

The human, lost in anger, on her palm completely ignored her.

“Like hell I’d listen to you Ranate scum, not a single one of us here will ever listen to you. You all giants can go die in hell where-” He began as he attempted to speak for the entire group, his seething rage only reduced to a slight annoyance to the giant in front of him. Notably, many other humans in the horde didn’t like his attitude either. Obviously, as his fate was tied closely to theirs.

“Is that so?” She questioned momentarily. Her words alarmed the humans as they were confused by her lack of care. However, Lisa simply began contracting her fingers together. Pulling them inward to create a fist. “Then I have no need for any of you. Bye, bye little useless mites.” She mocked playfully.

Suddenly, the horde of humans on her palm begin falling to the centre most position of her hand. As the edges and sides all begin curving upward. Darkness began sliding into their vision gradually as the seconds passed. 

One. Two. Three.

In just three long seconds, a group of 6 humans vanished from the visible world. They were all lost to the grip within Lisa’s fist where the warm and playful light could not reach them. Instead, the pressure, power and darkness enveloped them. 

**Pop**

The humans within her fist began popping one at a time, literally getting crushed by the pressure. This was a normal pass time within the noble household of Lisa Stonehall. A nationalistic giantess who resided within the capital city of Zleuser in the kingdom of Ranate, within the inner noble walls. Where extravagant and overly luxurious buildings dominated the vicinity. This was her life as a noble, as someone who lived with privilege within the kingdom.

 The giantess stared back down towards her open palm, finally acknowledging what she’d just done. Viewing the blood stains of what was left of her victims.

‘Eww…’ She remarked inside her head. ‘Can’t believe I used to actually like this icky stuff.’

She was struck with a sudden flashback of her past, as a warrior and fighter for the kingdom. Where blood would spray open in the battlefield, enemies and comrades alike would fall, likely to never be seen again. The sight of the red liquid, the smell of rusted iron along with decaying flesh and dripping sound. Such details were enriched within Lisa’s mind. They were impossible to forget, little sharp fragments stuck to her mind, even now in the 835th year of the Holsen calendar, of the 3rd winter day today.

However, it had been many years since she served as a warrior. Back In those days she would be on the frontlines, fighting tooth and nail for her country. In fact it would have been right before the Darlington-Bliss family were in charge. ‘Back when her former majesty, Queen Jade of the Bronson-Spires, was in charge of this land.’

The thought of the person in question sent so many repressed memories back to her. Like how her dry pink lips were once considered a sign of weakness. A nonsensical sign of pacifist ideology. Queen Jade the Cruel had normalized it, to wear the blood of your enemies as a lipstick of sorts. To smother their dying bodies to one's lips and let the pressure dye them a bloody crimson. Lisa’s weakish pink lips had forgotten such pleasures as the Darlington-Bliss family quickly terminated all signs of such violent acts in later years.

‘Guess it was kinda nonsensical to begin with anyway…’ Lisa reasoned. Overcome with the desire to question why the pride of their titanic species had become a staple of their culture. To the lady herself, as long as results were brought in, she didn’t care; which was one thing Jade had at least partially delivered. Making her someone, at least in theory, worth respecting. ‘At least worth respecting more than the pacifist Darlington-Bliss idiots. They tell people like me that I’m missing the forest for the trees. What rubbish.’ Simply put, Lisa hadn’t agreed with their policies. And while everyone knew how Jade, the Mad Queen of Ranate, in her late years turned out, her contributions for certain people like Lisa were what made Jade the more preferable option to her. It was the choice of clinging onto their pre-established beliefs and customs, to their power as giants. To the identified hierarchy of Ranate, individuals like the newly titled princess Ana directly opposed that line of thinking which, to Lisa, was almost a betrayal against Ranate culture itself.

She glared back towards her palm, at the sight of the bloody massacre. Unable to shake off the slight feelings of disgust as she imagined slathering the red stains to her lips.

‘I’ve become weak… I haven’t been on the frontlines for too long.’ She thought as she sighed aloud. Within her contemplation she realized that her own inability to accept Jade’s past traditions may have even brought about just the slightest sliver of change within herself too. Whether that change was for the best however was yet to be seen.

Lisa rose up from the bed, stretching her neck in various angles. ‘Fuck getting old. My neck is sore.’ With her hand still in her panties, she slowly releases it back out as she searches for any remaining humans she may have missed in there. The giantess didn’t even care to look down, she simply let her hand roam around her front. If she found anyone, well, she would have found another toy. 

“Hmm?” She voiced aloud. Noticing her bra and panties weren’t matching. Her top was of a distinct red colour, a staple of the kingdom itself. While her bottoms were a whitish variant. Some type of lighter shade. “Oh right, how could I forget?” 

She had put on two separate pieces of wear from what she had bought from the trade central city, Egulba, a week ago. The city had an explosive fashion boom, with the advent of new magical technologies into the kingdom. Many types of clothing brands had evolved in a short spur of time. One such example were her whitish bottoms. A shade chosen specifically to demonstrate how humans wouldn’t be crushed when they were thrown into them. With the colour being a testament to how blood wouldn’t be shown at all for most non crush related encounters. She remembered how the merchant giantess demonstrated this to her, with her giantess assistant sitting down, with some unenchanted humans thrown into the backside of her panties. The giantess would then drop all of her mass down onto a chair, an act normally capable of killing a human. But when she stood back up and rammed her hands into the rear side of her underwear to scavenge out the humans, they were largely fine. Some humans painfully commented how they felt like their feet or fingers were broken, but no bleeding. It was an act that was almost paradoxically in tune with their advertising. ‘Maybe not perfect for all, but it's perfect enough for me.’ She giggled, immediately enthralled by it as she went to purchase the bottoms. Lisa’s bra however was a typical, plain bra. Lacking any kind of magical prowess. The reason Lisa was wearing the two separate brands was simple in hindsight, only she herself hadn’t remembered the reasoning when she woke up.

‘Oh right, I had some here too.’ She hurriedly remembered. As memories of the previous night came rushing into her mind. She had dropped a group of 6 humans into her nether regions, but it was originally a group of 12. The remaining 6 were equally halved, segregated and trapped within each cup of her red bra. Soon the humans inside would have their world dwarfed over by the deep red colour of Lisa’s underwear along with a mountainous load of flesh, being a singular breast of hers on each cup. She recollected the sensation of putting on the bra, and simply staring at the pathetic humans inside. 

‘You all defied me in some way today, you don’t deserve to move on to tomorrow.’ She harshly judged, once again in her mind. Not even giving the little people a chance to hear why they were sentenced to death for. Each one in the cups of her bra, either screamed or wailed in agony. The tough fabric was impossible to tear at their size, and was absolutely not going to be soft enough to save any person trapped. Some humans still tried to run, or to try pulling the fabric in a vain attempt of delusion, a bitter attempt of gathering hope. Alas, It was guaranteed death. A straight kill. Not even a couple seconds had passed before they all met their demise. 

‘That was all last night… I wonder how the one’s in my bra are doing right now?’ She scavenged her hands to her back, undoing the mechanism that kept her bra on. It was rather annoying and not so robust, but she preferred it to not having a bra at all. Especially since it was more comfy then the leather ones she used to wear. 

In mere moments, the gargantuan prison of red came falling down, making contact with the soft bed. ‘Hmmm?’ 

She saw red stains, just shy from the middle to underside of her left tit. Along with a human shaped stain on the upper area of her right. As long as the blood wasn’t on her hands or lips, she really didn’t mind it either. Making this a fun little pass time for the woman. ‘Unlucky for you all. Guess these new clothes are really as they advertise. Though nothing beats the classic ones we’ve already got.’ She reasoned, before noticing something.

On the fallen down bra, a little man laid there. Weak, in pain and clearly not in any position to move.

“A survivor?” She gasped, not in horrific shock but in pure surprise. “To think a human would survive a night with me… My, I really have gone soft.” 

The sheer weight of her boobs would easily crush any normal person. A human could cry and flail all they like, but the moment the twin moulds of flesh came crashing down, that was it. There was neither an escape or any time left for sanction. To survive at all meant it would be down to luck. 

‘Regardless…’

“Rejoice little one, I have decided you have some worth. I think I’ll keep you as a toy. I generally appreciate people with a little flair for getting their jobs done. Or in your case, surviving.” She applauded, but the human didn’t even process her words. He was simply in far too much pain to care. “Looks like the last human batch wasn’t so useless after all. Still though, only one new potential toy in a shipment of twelve is rather low…” 

Lisa stood up, and moved to her bedside cabinet. It was fairly standard and made of a rather fancy design. It had 3 storage containers. Though only the giantess in question knew what they were for. 

“You’ll be going in the second one. There’s some healing herbs/paste and the like there too, and I’ll be gone till the evening. So you’ll have plenty of time to recover.” She said, as she giggled to herself right after. She dropped him in gently. Lisa had learnt the hard way that she had to be at least a little careful with some humans or else she would never get any long lasting toys at all.

The bedside table cabinets were her own little system of separating humans. With the bottom cabinet being fresh shipments, who she could do as she pleased with. Often resulting in many fatalities here. Right above it was the second one, which she kept for humans she saw potential in. And finally, the top; which was reserved for her beloved toy collection. They were the only humans Lisa had gotten the bare minimum of enchantments for. Solely to make sure they were capable of carrying out their purpose. Nothing more. As of present, her cabinet was getting rather empty, having just killed off everyone that would have been in the bottom level besides one who’d be promoted to the second one. ‘I need to visit Egulba soon.’ She thought, sad at the fact that humanity was just too pathetic. To her eyes, there was no other intelligent creature as useless as them. And they deserved to be under her foot. 

‘Speaking of… It’s been a while since I’ve actually played with my toys.’ 

Lisa reached out to the top drawer, having just thrown her newly acquired human to the second drawer. She yanked it excitedly, gathering a terrified response from the humans inside as sunlight would once again grace their lowly eyes. The figure of their titanic mistress would be the first thing they would see of the greater world outside. It was a mere group of 14 humans at the top drawer, a select few of talented and pleasing human men and women that specifically were drawn to Lisa’s tastes. The mistress Lisa simply licked her lips, as she grabbed four of them, and dropped them from her standing waist level to her feet. A fall of this distance could kill a normal person, but these humans were slightly enchanted. It would only hurt instead. 

“Well, my little toys, get to work. Remember, the slackers get punished.” She explained as she winked.

The fragile humans landed on the hard ground, made with a mixture of tough minerals and other materials. It was capable of withstanding even the weight of the giants. Which made it an ideal choice for giant noblewoman buildings.

 As the humans would eventually look up, they would find a being whose height would dwarf their views. Lisa would appear so enormous, so gargantuan that any attempt to even try to scale and understand her height from a human perspective would be null and void. 

“N-Not this again.” One man whimpered. 

“I’m still healing from last night.” A woman cried. As she pointed out the effects from her enchantments.

But Lisa hadn't cared. This time not so much because of her cruel beliefs, but due to not even being able to hear the tiny people. From her perspective, the height difference from her lowly foot to towering face was enough to make conversation difficult with a human. For giantesses to hear humans at all, the humongous beings had to consciously try to listen. To humour their pathetic counterparts and grant them the luxury of being heard. Lisa hadn’t given that luxury to her toys. She had simply ignored them. 

For the humans on the floor, who had all been enchanted with a form of the standard recovery enchantment, they all took half a minute before they started moving again. In truth, it wasn’t nearly enough time to allow them to fully recover from the injuries of falling at most 60 metres (around 200ft), but they all knew that was the maximum amount of time Lisa would provide them with. Despite being at the top of her priority list for humans, they were all still easily replaceable.

‘Didn’t she just find one more suitable person, like a minute ago.’ One of the human women on the floor thought. Analyzing the situation whilst in pain. She immediately realized that the new person may be added onto their group of ‘Lisa’s toys’. Which only furthered how replenishable each of them really were. 

In reality, unbeknownst to the woman’s knowledge, even Lisa played favourites with her toys. There was a clear favourite man and woman, who Lisa had treated marginally better than the rest. Only the humans in such positions were granted the luxury of being somewhat safe, at least till Lisa would get bored. The others, like the original woman in contemplation, not so much. Their safety wasn’t even there to begin with.

As just about 30 seconds passed, each fallen human blinked and swallowed up the pain as they came running towards Lisa’s feet. This was a ritual, a rite of passage to be formally within her toy collection. However, it also served as a test of sorts to see if her selected individuals still deserved to be in their special position. Everybody knew, you had to run and serve. Otherwise the consequences would be dire. 

They ran, sprinted and flailed. Approaching the ginormous feet. To whichever one was closer. The size of the colossal things only grew as the humans ran towards them, with her slightly wrinkled skin coming into vision. Her ankles themselves were larger and taller than even the tallest of men. They remained up in the air, above the toys, taunting humanity. Only further showcasing how miniscule and weak they were. Lisa herself knew this. She knew how to make the little ones feel ever more little. She knew how to make even the toughest of humankind bottle up their emotions and explode into their insecurities, into their weaknesses, into accepting how tiny they truly were. It was an effect of effective submission. Like a message that spelt out ‘You know who to obey’. 

Even a newcomer to her little squadron of toys would get the memo. That being to begin serving Lisa. To humiliate yourself and accept your position as lower than her, that was an order that would come naturally to these humans, at least eventually. Each man and woman ran up to her toes and began licking them, or began massaging them. The latter of which was more of a token gesture. Something Lisa herself could hardly even feel. Which wasn’t the point. She simply enjoyed the fact that her toys were reduced to nothing more than, well, toys. A mere object that provided her amusement. The thought of what each of the men and women in their collection felt, and the salty feeling of being forced to lick her sweaty, and more than likely, disgusting feet made Lisa pop a sly smirk on her face. She had yet to take a bath. The filth of her toes and top of her feet in general would be horrendous. Full of an unrivalled stench. 

‘Shame, I got a meeting today. I can’t go for the full course.’ She thought. Revealing that the real humiliating display of what she actually desired couldn’t be achieved with the free time she had. What was that desire? Simply put, it was the urge, the need and want to have her little subjects lick the bottoms of her feet clean. They wouldn’t even do an effective job. In fact she would take a bath right after having them do the act, as a subtle way of showing how powerless and inconsequential their actions really were. To truly demonstrate how much larger and grand she was compared to them, that even their combined foot licking pleas for help couldn’t match anything she could do for herself. It was a taunt. A reminder for them to know their place. As objects for amusement, nothing more. 

“Time to pack up.” She commanded. Her voice reverberated through the eardrums of the humans present. Her domineering tone set forth a standard, one of absolute control. There was no room for debate against her wishes. Not that any of her toys would’ve argued against her to begin with.

She bent down, assuming a squatting position and picked up the men and women at her feet. Even such a simple movement would have looked like a titanic input of stimuli for the tiny humans. They would see the gargantuan body of their mistress become larger and larger, with her fingers plucking them from the dirty ground in a pinching like manner, back towards safety. 

Whilst these humans would complain in their heads as they would like, the fact that Lisa would go as far to even take some care of them was enough of a blessing. They were the first hand witnesses of knowing some of the horrific things she’d done in the past. 

‘Finally, it's my turn now.’ One woman who was still on her feet cried, thanking that her public display of humiliation would now be over. That she could finally curl up into a ball and sob alone, and properly understand that this was her life now in the drawer cabinet, where she belonged. She had just witnessed Lisa pick up the others and drop them into the top cabinet, so she naturally assumed the same was to occur to her. 

“Not you, you were a little… Well I don’t know, just not pleasing enough? I didn’t feel your admiration for me, little human.” Lisa voiced. Sending a terrifyingly cold shiver down the human woman’s spine. 

“No-No, No! I was trying my best. Mistress Lisa please-” She begged. 

“Are you… Refuting what I just said?” Lisa replied, honing a confused tone.

“No! Well, actually Yes. But-” She cried, the woman realized she was trapped in the argument she was having. With no way to escape it.

“Speaking of butts.” Lisa answered, ignoring the disgruntled pleas of the woman on her palm. “Mine’s feeling a little lonely. And I have a meeting to get to… so being one of my prized toys, you’d make up for your earlier lacklustre performance for me by accompanying it. Wouldn’t you?” 

“...”

There was a brief moment of silence in the air. With no way for the woman to argue back against Lisa, none at all. Something the woman herself realised quickly. ‘How could I argue against her… She’s a council member, her entire job is arguing...’ 

She simply looked up, towards the face of her mistress. At her massive eyes, her terrifying nose. Her horrific mouth. She’d seen many things enter there and never return. ‘Well, at least not in the way they’d enter.’ What would be her fate if she refused Lisa? Not a pleasant one at the very least.

She let out a weeping cry. Not a complete one of course. That would tell Lisa that she would be unhappy to assist her. It was more like a hiccup-like noise of sadness. It lasted merely a second before she looked down to the ground. Which was Lisa’s own palm. She was literally stuck on her, with no way of going against her. Even if she jumped, ran and tried to escape, what would it actually accomplish? Lisa could take a mere couple footsteps and do as she pleased from then on. The best course of action was to be complacent. To be submissive. To let the giantess do as she wished.

“Y-yes, mistress Lisa.” She groaned. She held her tears back for what was to come.

“Perfect. This is why you belong in the toy collection. You actually have something going for you.” Lisa assured. Before moving the woman towards total pitch black darkness, towards her behind. Where not a single wail, cry, plea or wish for help could be heard. Instead, each of the following noises would only bolster Lisa’s libido. Even that only if she could feel such an inconsequential thing. “Right where humanity belongs. Isn’t that right, little one?” 

“…” 

Not a sound could be heard from the woman. Who was now trapped between two mounds of flesh

“Exactly, I’m glad you understand your position.” Lisa smirked. “You’ll be fine, you have some enchantments on you after all. I believe Marvialasian captives also should be well aware of magic, so your enchantments should all be working perfectly too.” 

**Snap!**

Lisa released her grip on her stretched panties, sending them hurling back towards her behind, creating an elastic like noise. She had been stretching them with her index finger and thumb to pull the back end further, which she had now just released. Allowing them to assume their natural position. Which was such that it was tightly bound to Lisa’s privates and rear end. The poor human woman couldn’t even be seen within the fabric cage. She was simply locked away in between Lisa’s ass cheeks, trapped in the mounds of squishy flesh. Behind her was the definition of hell itself too. It was the entrance to… Well, more accurately an exit for Lisa’s waste. That being a moving and flexing muscle that was similar in size to the woman herself. The trapped human adjusted her position as best she could, attempting to put as much distance as possible from Lisa’s asshole.

“You’re tickling me a little bit, miss. Squirm too hard and you may regret what comes after.” Lisa mocked, only then proceeding to laugh aloud right after. “Well, I’m off to my meeting now. Talk to you in about 10 hours.” 

With her condolences towards her captive human, Lisa had taken a step forward, heading into her closet. She would don her usual apparel and begin getting ready for her important meeting. She wondered to herself what kind of thoughts her little prisoner was having at that moment. Definitely not good ones, she could deduce that much. But Lisa was especially interested in the psychological pain she had inflicted to her toys. That was her biggest form of enjoyment. The thought that her asshole could just gobble the tiny woman in, and cause so much suffering to her was what gave Lisa a slight smile on her face. ‘The best part was…  no one else would know.’ 

– – – 

(Almost 2 hours had passed.)

Lisa was at the royal castle. In the extravagant meeting hall where a roundtable was placed in the center of a rather large room. She had to walk from her residence at the noble district, out towards where the castle was. It was a mere 5-6 minute walk, but Lisa still found it tiresome. 

Not so much because she wasn’t athletically fit for the journey, far from it in fact, but because she dreaded the meeting itself. It was going to be a bore. That was due to the person who was hosting the meeting, Ana Darlington-Bliss. The daughter of Treya Darlington-Bliss, the previous queen. 

‘Both of these scoundrels have beliefs that are far too idealistic for this kingdom.’ Lisa thought. ‘Peace with humans? Trade treaties with Vascar? Turn Marvialasia into a Vassal state? What ludicrousy!’ Lisa believed, hardly keeping her own beliefs in the realm of her mind. ‘Ana hasn’t ever even been to the frontlines, what gives her the right to consider making peace with humans.’

Her bitter, resentful thoughts were almost leaking out of her own body. Like a miasma of corrupted mana, it was spreading from her being. Luckily the giantess herself knew to compose herself when things got too serious. She would breathe in, and breathe out. Calming her mana, the ethereal energy inside her body. It was a neat trick she had learnt from Sarina, who was making vast leaps in the study of magic in recent years. A lot of which was thanks to torturing information of the magically gifted humans of Marviaslia. 

Giantess folk in general had that problem. Unlike humans and other smaller creatures, who had a tiny physical vessel to store their mana. Giantesses were huge. Their amount of mana was gigantic itself. That fact made it difficult to control and harness. It was like the difference in controlling the water flow of a small river versus a giant leaking dam. Sure the larger body had more to use, but controlling it made it a difficult process. Sarina surmised that this was one key fact that made giantesses rather unsuited for some advanced applications of magic. At least without some magecraft. This made it key for giantesses that have practised magic to be able to calm themselves when needed. Else disaster may strike. A class for newly trained giant soldiers to learn some basic magic applications and ways to control their mana was one of the few things both Lisa and Ana could agree on with little friction in between them.

**Creak** 

A door slowly swung open, creating its own familiar characteristic noise. Lost in her own daze, in response, Lisa awoke back to reality at the sight of who’d just come in. 

“Hey! Lisa. Good to see you.” A voice sweetly called out. With some excitement present at her tone.

“Nice to see you too, Rheas.” Lisa welcomed, with her agitation fading away at the sight of her companion. “You’ve been out of Zleuser recently, feels like we haven’t gotten to ‘catch up’ like usual in quite a while.”

“Yes… My family has been going through some struggles. With the drama about princess Ana ascending the throne, it's only been getting worse. I’ve heard some heavy opinions in the past couple days. Noble bickering is what I like to call it.” Rheas voiced.

“Noble bickering?” Lisa questioned.

“The noble families that aren’t completely for Ana’s policies have been in a stir. Many plan on putting their foot down on some of the stuff she’s been plotting to do.” Rheas explained, alluding to some disconnect in the kingdom's nobles.

“Well that's good.” Lisa mumbled.

“Most of the nobles are now in support of her though. It's almost a 50/50 split. Maybe 5% more in Ana’s favour.” Rheas continued.

“She’s just got some of the lesser families wrapped around her little fingers. How dare that brat go around, promising them such and such. It’s all rubbish.”

“Well, even my household is in some contemplation…” Rheas sighed.

“Even yours?” Lisa replied, in a rare display of shock. “Well then again, your mother isn’t even completely against humans. Just Marvialasia and a few other lands. I suppose that's fair enough for a civilian to think. I’d only just wish she’d think more aligned to her responsibility as a noble, to the idea of fighting back against Ana’s policies. It's a shame.”

“Well, you always have me.” Rheas offered a comforting smile as she reached out her hand and grasped it with Lisa’s. In response, the older giantess smiled wryly.

“I know I can always count on you.” Lisa voiced, her voice becoming softer and kind. Something the poor trapped human within her panties never had heard from her before. Though, her entire existence was forgotten about from Lisa at the current moment. She was far too busy thinking about the upcoming meeting and about Rheas. 

Her friend Rheas, a close giantess she’d found comfort with during her days in the council. By today, the both of them had become very close with one another. 

Rheas was someone with blonde hair too like Lisa, but she possessed some darker hazel eyes. Unlike Lisa who had a deep emerald green, she was a fair bit younger than Lisa as well, by 2 years, making Rheas 34 years old. It was approximately a bit over half the average lifetime of a noble giantess. Her favourite colour, much like most of the nation, was red. And her outfit clearly showed it. It was a mix of deep crimson red, with black lines and some whites around her upper chest and hips. 

Her outfit was also embroidered, with designs of dragons and ancient mythological creatures such as leviathans appearing many times over. Along with their actual size used in the design. In reality, most mythological creatures from the supercontinent couldn’t do much to the giantesses at all. Perhaps they’d offer a light battle, but that was the max. So it became custom for many giantesses to wear designs of such fearsome creatures on their clothing, as to mock how insignificant other kinds really were in comparison. Rhea's family were no different. Their family ran a clothing brand that over the past couple generations brought them into nobility. Hence, unlike Lisa, Rheas was a noble from birth. Gifted with the luxury of being one of the strongest creatures, and one of the wealthiest. 

However, in recent years with the Darlington-Bliss family on the throne; many age-old beliefs the noble families had no longer aligned with the monarchy in charge. This led to a clash of ideals, a disconnect between morals and culture. Obviously however, most families decided it best to not fight against Ana, and her mother Treya on their policies. So they easily converted. But the lasting damages lingered, creating a political wedge that separated many family members like oil and water, as not everyone was happy with the changes. 

One such example was Rheas’ family, The Goldstones, whose head of the family, Rheas’ mother Valeria, had secretly married a human in the governance of Jade’s rule. This was unlike the traditions past where the mother of this household would be partnerless and only use a human for reproductive needs. As was a tradition to remove any unnecessary human nobles in the kingdom which was broken by Rheas’ mother. And furthermore, an action protected by both Treya’s, and Ana’s policies. 

The act had sparked controversy in the more sceptical noble families, along with some distant family members in the Goldstone family themselves. One such contributor to the discourse was obviously Lisa herself who, while understanding that Rheas wasn’t as anti human as herself, still wanted to instill some hatred for humanity in her. She wasn’t going to blindly try to change her entire personal beliefs, but still try to convince her that Marvialsians at the very least couldn’t ever be forgiven.

“At the end of the day, as long as the Marvialasians suffer for what they’ve done. I’ll be happy. And if that means convincing Ana to change her stance regarding their land, once we have the magic technology to do so, then I’ll put my foot down at this council meeting too!” Rheas announced. Fully ready to support Lisa, at least for matters going against Marvialasia. Who knows how long it’d be before Lisa could convince Rheas to hate more than just Marvialasian humans…

But that was food for thought for later. As Ana had arrived, ready for the meeting.

 “Good afternoon, councillors.” Ana greeted, offering her strict but still kind tone. However, Lisa’s internal analysis and skepticism could pick up a slight tinge of nervousness about her demeanour. Perhaps this was due to her still adjusting to her position, a fact Lisa had now popped up a small smile for. 

“Good afternoon.” Rheas replied, adjusting her arm to be just above her breasts, towards her upper chest, making a diagonal resting position as she slightly lowered her head in respect. A normal gesture for those serving under royalty. Though there were rumours spreading that Ana hadn’t cared for such things so much. 

“Good day to you too, princess Ana.” Lisa also replied back after a small delay. 

“It appears we’re all here. Not too hard when it’s just the three of us I suppose.” Ana mentioned. 

“Why of course. Surely that’s expected of us council members. I’ve personally been waiting here for quite a while… You’d think the princess, the organiser of the meeting, would be the first one present though.” Lisa snarkily answered, offering a snappy response to a statement Ana wasn’t even asking anything of. In essence, it was unnecessary blabber. Just something Lisa sprayed into the conversation to get on Ana’s nerves. 

“…Haha, yeah. I had some business to take care of, mostly regarding some suspicious activity in Egulba.” Ana responded. “My apologies for the slight delay.” 

“I see, how unfortunate.” Lisa answered. This time offering a response that seemed slightly indifferent. “You know, perhaps we should nominate more council members then. Perhaps someone we can argue with in your place even.”

“I second this idea, Princess Ana. You will be getting busier and busier each day from now on. As experienced councillors, we can’t afford to waste our precious time waiting on you in the coming days.” Rheas agreed, supporting Lisa.

“... Who do you have in mind, ladies?” Ana cautiously answered, somewhat unsure of where this conversation was heading. She already knew that Lisa and Rheas weren’t exactly the biggest fans of her policies, but she hadn’t expected this question so soon. Perhaps an insinuation of her lack of experience towards her role. Even then, she had the barebones idea of a plan, one that may have some holes in it, but a plan regardless.

 A truly powerful and cunning princess on the other hand would have anticipated all such moves from her opponents. But such a cunning nature requires practice, something Ana had lacked. She never would have received proper experience due to her mother’s sudden resignation from her role. An act that left the inexperienced Ana at disarray. With her being nominated as next to rule, and both her sisters to be exiled. She never received an apt opportunity to properly settle into her new role. She was essentially thrown to the wolves, left to fend for herself. ‘I hope Nadia is doing alright, she left for the nation to the north east. The Bingfordian empire.' Ana thought, hoping for her sister's safety. For both of them, however, she was definitely worried more for her younger sister, who had left for the empire. 

Her plan was to ultimately head to the western side of the continent. An area Ranate was rather unsure of. They knew the western countries contained more humans specifically compared to other humanoid species like elves and such, but that was really it. The depth of their knowledge of the western lands was extremely shallow. Laughably so. However, Ana’s sister was still determined to gain information from their lands, to be of some help to Ranate… However, it was just too difficult to gain information beyond the centre line, the border between the east and west.

What was the centre line? Simply put, it was a metaphorical line from the borders of the Aegis desert (white empty space) , Marvialasia, Pavikia and the Karkiman empire. Like an imaginary vertical line on the map that split up the continent into east and west. Separating nations into being either eastern or western countries. All the countries that this line passed through were considered eastern too, besides Pavikia. By happenstance, most western nations were predominantly human, as in they were largely dominated by the human species. Whilst the east consisted of a larger array of creatures and fauna. One being Ana’s own species, the giants.

As for why information was difficult to gather… That was due to nature itself. The centre line itself represented a mountain range from the most southern landmass to the northern land point. Hence, the metaphorical line on the map wasn’t perfectly vertical in reality, but it was still a good enough estimate for maps themselves. Fussy cartographers would always point out the line to be more of an irregular jagged pattern, as to properly display where the mountain range was.

The actual peak of the mountain range stretched up towards the heavenly sky at a staggering 7800 metres (4.85 miles) above sea level. Making travel from the eastern side to the western side extremely difficult. Even for giantesses, if they could even travel there without a political incident. Hence, even the giants of Ranate were at a loss for how to go about information gathering there. At least with the current situation of their land. All they needed was to capture Marvialasia, or enter some form of agreement with Karkiman to be able to expand the scope of their kingdom's information network.

“-Ana?” Rheas seemingly interjected. Cutting Ana’s inner thoughts abruptly. 

“As we were saying. I believe that Sarina, a fine specialist in magic, should become the next council member.” Lisa added on. 

“Sarina…” Ana said aloud, hoping the name would ring a bell to who the individual was. She pondered for a moment, just for a couple seconds before continuing. “I disagree, what about you Rheas?” As if she’d just remembered some key details about Sarina. Details Lisa had hidden in her recommendation. 

“Unfortunately, I’m with Lisa on this one.” Rheas answered as she gathered a stern but soft tone.

“I see. It appears I’m out voted, but-” Ana continued once more, before being cut off.

“But what? What do you have to add, your majesty? You’ve been outvoted.” Lisa talked over Ana, cutting her off mid sentence. 

“I, It’s just that, well.” Ana tried to gather her thoughts, but the pressure of the two older women seemed to have done a number on her. She paused for a moment and slowly inhaled and exhaled. Collecting herself. “I can’t help but notice that Sarina is rather infamous.” 

“Infamous? Why of course, she’s a groundbreaking magic researcher.” Rheas added. However Lisa simply sat back and continued to listen carefully.

“She’s infamous for being against the rights of tiny humans. That’s what I meant.” Ana explained. Turning the slight smirk on Lisa’s face down, with her eyebrows beginning to slant downward. Ana continued regardless. “She’s been actively using Marvialasian prisoners for magic experiments, which in her defence, she’d been given the right for. However, there are reports that she’s been capturing random human villagers of our land for some experiments too. Can we really get someone like that?” 

“...”

A silence was present in the room. Rheas looked puzzled, confused wasn’t quite the right word for her facial expression right now. It was one of bitterness, an inner conflict even.  It was a few long silent breathes in and out, she was reasoning within her mind. Still, that hesitation stung. It was a direct blow to her ideals. She couldn’t exactly support Sarina all in good faith now, could she? 

She looked out to Lisa, who glared back at her, not aggressively, but one of a person inspecting another’s actions. Once she caught on that Rheas was aware of her gaze, she popped a reassuring smile. One that visually conveyed to Rheas to put her faith in her friend, not some baseless accusations. 

“Rumours are just rumours. But even then, what if? What then? Who cares. Sarina has prioritised the well being of the kingdom over a few replaceable humans. She’s done the valiant thing here.” Lisa argued. 

“Aside from the fact that this is a clear violation of my policies. It just doesn’t sit well for a newly appointed council member to have that kind of public record. What if she encouraged other giantesses to kidnap our humans in the kingdom? Might I remind you both that, if nothing else, they are needed for our reproductive needs still! We don’t have an unlimited supply of them.” Ana raised her voice slightly as she almost yelled back. Once again, she collects herself. “I will applaud and give respect to her magical aptitude, but her current affairs do not belong in this council.” 

“Princess Ana, I also think that Sarina is a good fit for the role.” Rheas joined in. “The humans Sarina uses, and I mean if she uses them, surely must have done something bad to her! She wouldn’t have gone after them otherwise. We don’t even know how much merit some of these rumours have. I think we should put our faith in her. She’s helped me out in the past, I think I can trust her.”

“With all due respect Rheas, don’t think for a moment I don’t see what you’re trying to do here.” Ana quietly responded. As if Rheas’ attitude had made her just the slightest bit angry. 

“Hmm?” Rheas feigned ignorance. Perhaps it was real ignorance. Ana had no proper way to tell. 

“You’re working with Lisa to get Sarina on the council too, so that you three may do as you please.” Ana mocked their plan, at least the plan she thought it was. In reality, it wasn’t so far off from the truth. 

“We would never… This is for the good of Ranate. A newcomer like yourself wouldn’t get it, Ana.” Lisa snickered as she responded. 

“I wasn’t expecting a new council member recommendation so soon. But, It just so happens that I also have somebody in mind.” Ana almost ignored Lisa and began speaking. “Her name is Elysia, Elysia Vanboard.” 

“Tsk. Not her.” Lisa clicked her tongue. After a brief moment of remembering who Elysia was. What her beliefs were. She was a famous name in the younger giantesses within the military, of course Lisa had memorised the name.

“Oh? Why not? She doesn’t fit your agenda?” Ana snarkily answered. While she was clearly inexperienced, she knew better than to allow herself to be mocked so readily. It would set a bad precedent for the future meetings if she allowed Lisa and Rheas to walk over her now.

“I don’t know what you're insinuating, it's just that I hate incompetent people. Why elect someone like her here?” Lisa mentioned. She found it hard to trust this recommendation.

“I can see her potential, being someone experienced in the military. However she’s just far too young. She has so much of the world to understand.” Rheas once again barged into the conversation.

“She’s 22 years old, older than I even. And if people like you both won’t ever give her the chance to gain some life experience, then who will?” Ana questioned, provoking Rheas now. “She’s also a moderate, she believes in the middle ground. Surely that’s good enough for both of us to agree on. Neither my side, or your side really are losing anything from her being in the council.”

“I’m against her. The problem with moderates is that nothing of value really gets done with them. They’ll oppose both your and our policies to some degree. “ Lisa said, offering a position against what Ana had just said. But in all honesty, she didn’t care about that argument too much either. She was just wondering why she found Elysia to be untrustworthy. 

“Perhaps there's some merit to that. However if such merit is to exist, then it only further amplifies the need for a moderate member. How else can we give a voice to the giantess members of our queendom who also don’t believe in either extreme end policies?” Ana argued. Offering a convincing rebuttal. At least to Rheas, who wasn’t as politically motivated as Lisa.  This little snippet of the conversation also gave out a small nod from Rheas.

Lisa, who speaking of, now finally understood why she found Ana’s candidate to be suspicious. It wasn’t the person themselves, but the reasoning behind it. In truth, what Lisa deduced was that Ana used the moderate argument as a convenient disguise for what she was really after. That being someone who would fundamentally opposed Rheas and Lisa’s extreme radical views against humans. By having a true moderate on the council, it was like casting a defensive position on the board. Where the council would be split into 2 verses 2. Taking away the power Lisa and Rheas currently had as a majority. By pitching the idea however as moderates being against Ana’s own political ideas, because she too was radical on the opposite direction, she aimed to appeal to Lisa and Rheas’ nationalistic desires; and to show how having her would be good for them too. This like of thinking went quite well with Ana’s naive and goody two shoes personality too. While there was no proof, and the entire theory had some holes in it too, it showed that if it was true, then Ana was not someone to laugh at. Especially when she would become a more confident individual in the future. Right now she lacked experience. The implication of that only made Lisa sigh in contemplation for what the future held.

Not to mention, it also meant Ana planned to put more individuals on the council in the future who actually aligned with her beliefs. One moderate wasn’t going to help her that much. 

“Is that so?” Rheas whispered aloud. Up until this point, it seemed that Rheas was firmly with anything Lisa suggested. So this was a rather odd action from her.

“Rheas?” Lisa questioned, slightly confused and taken aback. Ana on the other hand smirked slightly, as she hoped she was finally getting through to one of them.

“ Once upon a time, there were even humans on the council. It saddens me to think our society has fallen into such one sided beliefs that all that’s left of us is a princess, a veteran and a noble in the council. No humans are given any voice whatsoever.” Ana softly spoke, hoping to elicit some kind of response from the two. However neither, as usual, were fazed, even Rheas who Ana thought she was making immense progress with just a minute ago. As she saw that the discussion on the topic was almost over, she concluded the meeting. “This was a rather short meeting. It appears we may be off to a rocky start as a new council group. At the very least, I hope we can all get along… You’ve both been dismissed.” 

As Ana prompted, first Lisa and then Rheas stood up from their seats and proceeded to exit the room. Ana simply sighed, thinking nothing much of the ordeal. She knew the two women who were quite close friends with one another would be a difficult pair to convince. However, maybe there was hope for one of them…

**Thud** 

The door was shut. Lisa and Rheas continued walking in the royal castle, while Ana stayed in the meeting room and reflected.

“Who does she think she is?” Lisa broke the silence, offering a slightly agitated tone of voice.

“I suppose she hasn’t learnt to respect her elders properly yet.” Rheas answered. 

“Oh, and I saw you actually consider her suggestion for Elysia. How come?” 

“We aren’t gonna win her over. She’s as stubborn as you are on these things. So I was thinking maybe we can compromise and bring both on.” Rheas explained.

“Both? I suppose it isn’t a bad idea, our faction would still outnumber her.” 

“Right, exactly.” Rheas agreed, pointing her index finger up in the air. As if offering insight onto some grand plan. “We’ll still need to convince her though.”

“Well, whatever. At least the meeting wasn’t that long. I guess that's one good thing about her being a newbie to all this. She doesn’t quite get how to present herself during the meeting.” Lisa exclaimed. “ The poor little human I’ve got probably wasn’t enjoying that at all.”  She pointed out while swaying her hips, protruding her rear end slightly.

“You… What?” Rheas gasped, in shock.

“That's right. In the backside of my panties, I’ve got one miserable mite doing her time. Making up for her lacklustre performance earlier today.” 

“...” Rheas stared at silence, towards her friend's massive ass. It didn’t take a genius to see visually the sheer size comparison, hell it didn’t even matter there wasn’t even a human near in sight to compare. A measly little human would get engulfed, completely lost between the two mountains of flesh. Her panties would form a prison, like a tough inescapable wall. Only the faintest bit of light could even pass through such a dark place. Offering just a tiny glimpse of their freedom. However, past the undergarments would be Lisa’s pants. Completely blocking off that light, this time allowing nothing at all to seep in. Trapping whatever poor soul in completely and absolute darkness. Rheas at this point was completely ensnared by the curvature of the twin mounds of flesh, something Lisa had picked up on. As Rheas’ eyes were glued to the wonderful sight.

“Don’t worry Rheas. They’re from Marvialasia. They’re the enemy. I didn’t just grab some random human from here, even I know better.” Lisa replied to her silence.

“Oh thank goodness.” Rheas inhaled and exhaled. For a brief moment she wasn’t even sure what to think, though even her own mind was lost a bit from staring at Lisa so much. “But where are you getting them from? You don’t even go to the battlefield anymore.” 

Lisa popped up a smirk and winked. “That’s my secret hun. I got a source, a steady supply you could say.”

“I see.” Rheas looked at her friend who, before today, she hadn’t seen in a while. It was clear to her that she was making some form of progress for herself. In whatever questionable form that may be. The entire matter regarding treating humans so much like toys had her feel partially conflicted. Only partially in the end though.

“Well, it was nice seeing you today, Rheas. How about we catch up later? Just me and you. My place…” Lisa grasped her own ass cheek, before doing a light slap on her left one. “Sorry, scratch that. Us two with a few visitors we can play with?” 

A small blush appeared on Rheas. She slightly turned her head away. “I wasn’t expecting such a forward invitation.” She voiced." I don't know how I feel about this all."

“You're always welcome, you know that. Let’s catch up. It’ll be a one time dinner date.” Lisa whispered the last part towards Rheas’ ear. Ignoring her little bit of hesitation near the end. It led to a solid 10-15 seconds of silence, where Rheas was in contemplation.

. “Well.. I’m always down for a little bit of fun, as long as a few things are made sure of.” The titaness gave in.

“Great, how about in two days?” Lisa suggested, to which Rheas nodded, while Smiling. “I’ll see you then.” 

The older giantess began walking away. Leaving Rheas in the hallway. The sight of her friend became fainter and fainter, as she turned a corner in the castle halls and completely lost her. Though she was also staring at Lisa’s glorious form, her behind and thighs, it wasn’t purely intentional, just a lot that was hard to miss. 

As for the lonely human trapped in the tight space between Lisa’s asshole and cheeks. She had been getting squished on both fronts this entire time. When Lisa sat down during the meeting, a sudden powerful force, one of unrivalled impact suddenly dwarfed over her. Her face and body turned and changed positions by 90 degrees, as the giantesses butt also changed its dormant position. Leaving her face first towards Lisa’s hungry asshole, the same void that was the source of all the force she felt from her mistress. Where all her weight pushed down upon contact with her. 

The human could do nothing but sob. Uncontrolled tears would run down her face, but it didn’t matter. Lisa could hardly tell the difference from her liquids and her own sweat. A stench that also would make it humid beyond comparison. The human prayed that this pitiful display of hers would soon be over, and that Lisa wouldn’t pull anything else for her to suffer through. Perhaps that was a little too much to wish for.

To be continued.

(A few hours had passed.)

Lisa returned home from the meeting and went to assess her papers, notices and documents that she needed to scan through. The act was tiresome, boring even. However, she didn’t necessarily dislike it. It was just work. Everyone had work. She was no different. 

Her assessment of these papers lasted a few hours. She would analyse petitions, amendment papers, and complaints. The latter of which was particularly rough. She knew with Treya going missing, and her second daughter Ana being left to rule would incur some worry, but not this much. There were piles upon piles. 

‘Request for an interview with Ana, for the National Paper.’ 

‘Human Bill of Rights for Marvialasian captives, and further human…’ 

Lisa scrutinized the papers. The two that caught her eye were the ones that upset her slightly. Firstly, she absolutely couldn’t allow Ana to have an interview. ‘What would that buffoon say to the public? She doesn’t even know what she’s doing yet.’ Lisa thought.

As for the second one, she immediately switched out her writing utensil to one of black colour, changing from her red one, before signing ‘Denied’. 

To clarify, when acts of voting were put into council affairs, all members would vote for or against a bill. Sometimes they themselves would create one alongside a lawmaker. It was mandatory that all members voted, and that either a ‘Denied’ or a ‘Taken Into Consultation’ was signed by the powerful giantesses. For times when the council was low on members, when it was less than 6, then each bill must have a unanimous vote. As in that all individuals must vote for it to be in favour, for it to be considered. 

Obviously, Lisa rejected this bill. One look at its title made it clear who could have written such a thing, a certain princess no doubt.  She would never support such a thing. However it still annoyed her that this bill was now a part of her pile. By law, Ana could simply try again with a similar bill next year, and that she had given a still unsigned fresh bill to Lisa only meant one thing. That being Ana was going to continuously try to persuade Lisa onto her side. At least that would be an accurate guess by Lisa on what Ana’s goal was. 

‘Whatever, I’m pissed off now.’ She thought to herself, standing up once more and feeling a slight itch, before realising- 

“O-Oh yeah. You’re still in there. Completely forgot.” Lisa exclaimed in surprise. Remembering the existence of a trapped human still in her panties. She once again pushed out her rear end back, an act that would be akin to pushing the tiny woman outward in her fabric cage. “I wonder… Did you enjoy today? Probably not.” 

The woman screamed out, however Lisa’s panties muffled out the sound. At least most of it. Leaving nothing but a faint cry for help. She protruded her rear end outward slightly whilst standing.

“Y’know, on my desk, there’s this fancy piece of paper. It would give more rights for people like you, creatures like you Marvialasian scum.” Lisa teased, her voice becoming gentle, but in an annoying way.

The woman in turn only screamed louder. She by no doubt would have heard Lisa’s voice. Her overly smug and pretentious tone. However, the outrage was most likely due to the bill of rights Lisa just claimed to have.

“How does it feel? This paper is one of the only things that's honestly keeping people like you… In here.” She slapped her left asscheek. Sending a reverberating shockwave through her flesh. Creating a dizzying sound that would make the tiny woman’s heart itself shake. At least that was the feeling. “Do you wanna know what I put for this?”

“MMMPPPHHRGH!?!” The screams, pleas and cries for help finally seeped out. As if giving out an answer for Lisa’s question. They were barely audible.

“Obviously you know the answer, yet you still are pandering around for a hopeful outcome. For something that’ll let you out of this mess. Hate to crush your dreams, but I denied it.” 

The cries stopped. Silence was all that was present in Lisa’s underwear now.  The woman in her heart of hearts knew. But when thrown into hell, all she could see was the faint light that seeped into her vision. Who could blame her for being ignorant, for wanting to see more of that bright light, of that feeling of hope? Now she was being ridiculed by Lisa, and for what? For being human? For being a smaller creature unable to fight back. It was a sickening display of an abuse of power. Yet Lisa revelled in the moment.

“Cheer up, I think you're getting out of this pretty okay, all things considered. I’m gonna put you back in the drawer, I think you’ve earned it.” 

The silence within Lisa’s undergarments continued. The human woman knew instinctively that this wasn’t going to be the end. 

“But first, I think I need to congratulate you for staying sane. Here’s a parting gift from me for the night.” Lisa quietly hinted, sending the human woman’s adrenaline through the roof. Suddenly, the membrane that separated the world inside and out of Lisa’s ass began to rumble slowly. 

‘Oh… Fuck.’ The human woman briefly thought. She knew what was to come. 

Like what was the shock and raw cataclysmic impact felt by an earthquake, the membrane began shaking. 

**PSSSSHHH**

A loud, ear shattering like noise spread out rapidly as a lukewarm gas that reeked of a smell that no human wanted to ever experience enveloped the very atmosphere around the woman. Like decaying waste, a disgusting remnant of the fate of food and prey, that was the immediate image the poor woman got from this atrocious stench. The gas rapidly came shooting out, housing a force that was akin to being slammed with a large wave of water. Sending any poor souls travelling within the medium to an impact throwing them outward. For the trapped human inside, who was positioned within a cage of flesh in between Lisa’s asshole and ass cheeks, there was only one exit. That being the way outside, outward and away from Lisa’s anus. 

But, Lisa wasn’t so nice. She never was. She had her panties on, the same ones from the start of the day that acted like the prison bars that kept the human woman in her place. Right next to Lisa’s asshole. 

The toxic fumes almost exploded right out of Lisa, instantly overpowering the human woman’s sense of hearing and sense of smell. Which the poor victim couldn’t even begin to rationalise, as she was suddenly thrown around within the fabric, like a projectile launched away from Lisa’s bodily exit before face planting into the soft walls of her stretchy confinements. She didn’t even make a dent into them, not even the slightest tug of pushing them outward. 

The panties were just the perfect size for Lisa’s behind, with the back end slightly wedging into her asscheeks. Making sure to be slightly tight and binding strongly to her body. The feeble and pathetic actions of a lowly human’s pleas weren’t going to change that. Even from being sent flying from her makeshift explosive bodily cannon. 

“AUUGHGHHHH” The woman gasped. Tears running down her eyes. They weren’t sad tears, if anything the woman wasn’t even sure what was going on to her. They were forced. It was a bodily reaction that came automatically in the predicament she found herself in. Her sense of smell was constantly being invaded by the otherworldly hellish cloud of gas she was housed in. Her sense of hearing had just been ruptured temporarily from the sheer noise from the sphincter, how it contracted and expanded so quickly and how the gas came rupturing through, sending a deafening roar. Her sense of touch was completely lost, her body experienced a rapid increase in temperature from the lukewarm gas. Filling up her lungs, making it hard to breathe even. Her sense of taste, much like her sense of smell was going haywire, forcing her into a state of constant gagging. 

The only sense she had unaffected was her sight. That was it; and it wasn’t helping. It served as a humiliating reminder of where she was in life. Stripped away from her mission of fighting against the enemies of Marvialaisa, the giantesses. Here she was, locked away in hell. Forced into one of their nonsensical games of torment. She could look back and see Lisa’s asshole and cheeks. Or she could look forward and see the fibre web-like substance Lisa’s panties were made up of. Both ways she was within Lisa’s domain, within her prison, her cage. Where she would be for supposedly the rest of her life if nothing changed for the better. She didn’t even know if Lisa would hear her if she begged to get out. The catch was that she could always hear Lisa, and Lisa loved that aspect of their relationship. Just the sheer one sidedness of it could drive Lisa over the moon.

“Poor runt, you probably didn’t like that very well. Go figure.” She talked down to the trapped human. Lisa teased her by getting her pinkie finger, the littlest and weakest of them all, and ramming it right into her panties. Right where the human woman was located. Only slightly though. Sending what was to Lisa a small nudge, and to the woman a trauma inducing catastrophic movement to readjust her position. “ I’ve had my fun. You’ve done well. I can now see that you still deserve to be a part of my luxurious toy collection.” Lisa voiced. 

Sending a wave of euphoria to the woman. To her almost lifeless body still trapped within Lisa’s panties. Luckily, her enchantments were fixing her right up. Things like her hearing loss from the deafening fart, or sheer physical exhaustion were being recovered quickly now. It was only thanks to that she could even hear what Lisa had just mentioned.

Lisa fetched her out from her confines, sending her to see the world of light once more, via pinching her with the tips of her fingers. Showing the woman directly what little light there really was in the late night bedroom. 

‘I’M OUT!’ She internally screamed. Counting her blessings and allowing a single tear out of her face. If Lisa spotted any, it could even be seen as a sign of resentment towards her. Which the tiny human had, but would refuse to show it.

“You can enjoy some time in the top drawer after I give you a quick wash, rest for next time and all. I’ve got a new shipment of you folks to fetch tomorrow!” Lisa announced. Something that would normally be met with a disgruntled grumble from the Marvialasian captives was now something this woman celebrated inside her head, if anything she was internally leaping for joy. For she knew that Lisa wouldn’t disturb her toy collection for a couple days now… Meaning, a couple days of peace, away from the titanic giants of Ranate. Simply being locked away in a drawer. That was the best outcome these poor humans had. 

— — — 

It was the early morning, with the harsh sun illuminating the world, with the sunshine spreading far and wide. It was going to be a bright hot day. As predicted by the prophets of the sky, a group that worked in many different parts of Ranate within sub groups. Consisting of a ratio of 5 humans to 1 giantess, they gave out the predicted weather report for the day out on the daily paper, via looking at the sky and doing… Well no one really knows what. No one really cared either. 

The point was that it worked. It was an operation the humans from long, long ago had mastered from their various cultures and experience of living on the land. So the giantesses utilised them, employing them, and casting each sub group with one supervisor to create a weather cast system for each city. This service was only available in most cities, creating an estimate for how Ranate as a whole was faring. No rural folk would get these papers. 

Not to mention rich or well esteemed giantesses like Lisa had access to all this for free. Just a little bit of chatter in the noble district is all it took to gather such information from those who had actually purchased the daily paper. 

‘What fools. Why would you willingly pay for this when you could simply ask for it instead for free.’  Lisa thought. Perplexed by the notion of the newspaper itself. She didn’t like reading it that much, it all felt like it had a bit too much of a  ‘Pro-human’ feel to it. As if the writers wanted sympathy from their reader base. She even thought that the writers themselves had to be human. However, she had no way of proving that. Everyone was anonymous, with a fake pen name given to each writer. 

‘Enough about that gibberish.’ Lisa calmed herself down. She hated the very thought of humans even getting close to being on equal terms as her. She had fought them in the Great War against Marvialasia. Against their tyranny, against their animalistic, primitive and savage fighting methods.

 Having lost many close friends and companions on the battlefield. Lisa swore she would never forgive humanity, regardless of who or where they came from. She would always be on top, as to remind them of where they belonged and also to have them reap what they sowed for fighting against Ranate to begin with. 

Perhaps that was a misguided approach to the problem. An extreme one even. But Lisa didn’t care. She didn’t care that she was using Marvialasia as the exemplar for all of humanity. She was far too prideful to mend her ways for a species so pathetic, they couldn’t even do anything against her asshole. She remembered the face of the woman she farted on last night, on the horror on her face. It made her slightly blush, with excitement ; not embarrassment . She let out a small sigh, now slightly regretting not taking even a single one of her toys with her on her journey. 

‘How far is Egulba?’ Lisa wondered. She instinctively knew the distance, but couldn’t remember the exact number. It didn’t matter to her regardless, it was but a measly fast paced walk away as long as she followed the main road. Perhaps a long one too. However, she found the walk there relaxing. So it isn’t as if she was complaining about how long it took. 

Every footstep she took created a thunderous tremor in the land, audibly prominent for many hundreds of metres around. Her full weight descending down on the rough dirt roads of Ranate on her way to Egulba left notable footprints on the ground. Each going 3 to 4 metres  (3.3 to 4.4 yards) deep into the soil.

As Lisa walked forward, she noted the forested regions that were a characteristic of the rich earth of Zleuser becoming far more sparse.The tallest of these trees only reached down to the beginning of her lower leg. Instead they were being replaced with a far more barren landscape, brutal cold air that even had the uncaring Lisa starting to be glad she packed on an extra layer under her outfit. She could only be bitter about the weather for a little bit longer before she saw some humans on the road too, on a cart that was ran by two horses. 

It was a small group of humans, about 4 of them. All men. They were on the more chubby side too and were dressed elegantly. All these pieces made Lisa realise who they must have been. 

‘ A group of Bourgois, people who are rather well off. Humans that are well off… How unsightly.’ Lisa remarked in her head. As with her walking pace she soon was going to catch up to the human’s cart. ‘Well, I can’t hurt them… News would spread quite fast to Ana if I did. Especially if they work for any giantess that's wealthy.’  While she was in the middle of nowhere, this was a rather prosperous road. It connected to the wealthiest city in all of Ranate. The trade centre. There were human villages and homes scattered all over the place on the way there from the capital, with more homes appearing the closer Lisa got to Egulba. Not to mention some Baroness giantess’ homes, who were in charge of the land nearby. Some of them would immediately report Lisa’s activities if she were caught here doing suspicious activity. 

Lisa could do nothing but sigh when faced with her odds. She had no choice but to let these humans carry on with their day, having their merry adventure to Zleuser. She would have to merely be contempt with the fact that moderate scare was all she could do, as her titanic feet dwarfed over their horse and cart landed a mere 20 metres away from them. Putting a giant shockwave into the ground for a few minutes, knocking over the humans and the horses as they stumbled. It was their lucky day. It truly was. If Lisa had found them in a more convenient location for herself, their titles as the ruling middle class humans would all be stripped away, reduced to nothing more than toys of satisfaction for the actual ruling class of Ranate. The councilwoman known as Lisa. 

Lisa continued walking, gradually increasing her pace. More and more human settlements branching away from the road she was following became apparent in her view. A lot of which consisted of straw housing, a popular choice from lower class Ranate humans. Especially if they were not under the rule of some giantess. 

While there were basically no ‘high class’ humans, the middle and lower classes had many sub groups and categories that made their own hierarchies. One of which was the humble commoner. The type Lisa was seeing so much now. 

‘You’re all so lucky you live so close to other powerful giantesses' homes.’ Lisa bitterly thought. She considered spitting on the ground, towards any human population’s home. However that too could become problematic. So Lisa didn’t think much more of it. 

She simply put one foot in front of the other, again and again. Letting minutes pass, tens of minutes, hours even. She had departed an hour after the sun rose into the sky,  and now it was already midday. 

‘It’s so bright, so warm. Harshly so even, the sun that is.’ She briefly commented. It was rather strange for it to still be so warm, as winter had arrived. However she paid it no mind, she had no reason to. It wasn’t even Hina’s feast yet, a large ceremonial event that marked the beginning of the colder weather. It was created long, long ago from a few generations down the giantesses that created the queendom of Ranate. It originally involved feasting upon the harvest from the last fall, usually from taking away much of the farming produce that the humans would make. It was once even normalised to eat a few humans in the feast itself, something no longer possible in the crisis of the present day human population having shrunk so much; a rule Treya had mandated 15 years ago. 

From the recorded 40 thousand humans of over a hundred years ago, it had been reduced to a mere 12 thousand in today’s time. That was only recorded humans too, in reality, a 100 years ago it would have been much too difficult to successfully keep track of humanity’s numbers. So while 40 thousand was counted, the estimates all predicted a far larger number.

However, that was all old news. All due to one queen of Ranate’s policies. That being queen Jade, the mad ruler of Ranate. Not even Lisa was close in political opinion to how much Jade hated humanity. Perhaps Lisa was inevitably influenced by her policies; but even still if the two were compared then Lisa would look like a saint, an angel even, compared to Jade. The mad tyrant who had her own queendom universally question her rule. A feat no other queen had done before. She was just that far extreme. If a group of humans had the choice of meeting Lisa in bed or even a mere fraction of the chance of being discovered by Jade, they would go with Lisa in a heartbeat. Despite both choices leading to certain death if an encounter was made. 

 By comparison to all of that, the giantess population had reached about 6.8 thousand individuals. A new record that was only seemingly getting larger with the war against Marvialasia easing down slightly each day. Gone were the bitter resent and hellish thoughts that pervaded each giantesses in the prime of Lisa’s life. They were now being replaced gradually, as if society was making a shift in belief. As if Ranate was making progress towards something Lisa had no way of seeing or realising. Perhaps it was even too late for someone like her to amend her ways…

‘Phew, finally I’m here.’ Lisa internally celebrated. Seeing the entrance to Egulba, the market city. A place where both giantesses and humans roamed freely, all thanks to some paperwork Lisa had been coerced into signing for by Treya, the previous queen. Bills in the council, at least with a small council, required a unanimous vote. ‘That bitch Treya is responsible for this all…’ Lisa remarked, recollecting her memories of how she was basically forced into signing that bill. Treya also being the queen that succeeded Jade in the throne. 

 Unlike her daughter, queen Treya was far more vulturous, far more calculating and opportunistic. Not to mention less idealistic and more realistic about her goals. She made a difficult foe to face off against in council proceedings. And even though Lisa was positioned against her policies, she knew deep down that Treya was a capable leader. That much she could respect. Which was one more thing she couldn’t say the same for her loud and obnoxious daughter. Though maybe she still needed some time to shine.

‘Sucks for her. I ain’t giving her that time.’ Lisa popped a sly smirk as the image of ridiculing Ana came into her mind. With that, she decided to empty her mind and simply enjoy her weekend off in Egulba, the hexagonal city.

Why was it called that? Simply put, the entire place was designed to be a market place in mind. Quite an eccentric one maybe but a market place nonetheless. 

The city had no outside official city wall, instead it had a lot of homes that spread upon a circular direction which served a similar purpose. These marked the outermost region of this metropolis. Even further outside of these houses were a couple of minor and major roads that connected into the city. They came in from all 4 cardinal directions, and even diagonally too in addition. Following some of these outside of town would also lead you to many minor human settlements or even some businesses owned by giantesses who had the humans of Ranate work under them. Farmlands could also often be seen in any direction outside of Egulba. Food was always important, especially more now than ever with the festival soon arriving in a couple days. Everyone that lived in this city would be working above and beyond with the full brunt of winter soon approaching. Lisa herself didn’t care too much about all this, but she knew that her friend, Rheas along with her family, would be working hard too in this time period.

‘... Maybe I called her over to my place at a rather inconvenient time.’ Lisa thought. ‘Oh well.’ 

She continued taking a few footsteps forward into the northeast road. It headed straight into the city side. This was the entrance that led to the magecraft market, which was just a bit further down. Another thing of note was that despite being a giantess, and a council member no less, barely anyone in this hustling and bustling city paid attention to Lisa. She was at the end of the day, a single woman in the metropolis of what was most likely the most populated city of all of Ranate. It showed too.

The ground was of a stone that went through a tensile test and a thorough hardness test. Meaning the material was very hard,  allowing it to be resistant to an unimaginably high amount of force from the steps of giantesses, without changing in shape permanently. This was a key feature of this city, and many other cities of Ranate. Without it, there would be no possible way to create any sort of urban society. 

The buildings were ones that were massive for scale, they were double story and that was in relation to the size of giantesses. Many enormous giants lived their day to day lives in this city, and its size was a testament to that. As Lisa walked into the main road that extended further into Egulba’s core, she saw a range of different homes and houses with some being in rougher conditions to others. She was not yet at the marketplace itself, but there were still noticeably a lot of stalls set up everywhere on the street. These stalls were a place where people could bargain for prices, meaning they generally attracted a lot of attention to commonors and those of the struggling middle class. Who could blame them? A discount wherever was always a welcoming offer to anyone. Though there was little to assure quality in these kinds of shops. Lisa herself paid them no mind. 

The northeast entrance was considered a restricted area for humans. There was currently nothing made to look out for their safety here. So while they weren’t prohibited, they were strongly advised entering this section of the city. Even then, if you looked around in the corners or searched hard enough, you’d find some struggling humans anyway. Perhaps some of them are brave, or maybe even thieves. A tough tell to make. Though thievery against the giantesses would prove difficult for most of them anyway. It was a far more common fate for them to be accidentally stepped on, reduced to a bloody stain under an unaware giantesses boot, or even foot depending on where they were.

Lisa saw hundreds of giantesses in this place alone, which was an unusually high number. though to be fair it was a rather popular region for many giantesses. There was the tavern down the road in human and giantess territory that had a lot of events going on, not to mention a lot of new clothing along with a new line up of magecraft tools. The last two even had a rather large sale going on for them. Other than that, there was a giantess only bar that was focused more on ‘other’ stuff located closer to the entrance to the city. It used to be a sketchy shop but had a complete rebranding in the last couple years. Even Lisa chose to hang there from time to time. 

‘And there it is, the hexagonal point.’ Lisa remarked in her head. As she saw the end of the road she was on in sight. It was a rather long one, at around 100 kilometres (62.1 miles) from the outer marketplace to the centre position where they stopped, which was honestly enough to warrant a walk from most giantesses. Just a straight linear line uninterrupted that went diagonally from the north east exit to a very specific point. Where suddenly a large influx of human dominated shops were set up. Which was what the hexagonal point referred to. 

Why? Because in the center of Egulba, there was a hexagon shaped perimeter that had an interior area of 15 km squared (5.8 miles ^2). It was a space specifically designed for humans only. A place where human trade occurred, and human bargaining and peace was made. Giantess intervention there was minimal, there was simply no infrastructure made that could handle their colossal size and might. The roads, the houses, the market itself there was reduced to human size. Events such as the collection of taxes were largely the only forced times a giantess was welcome into this region. 

However, on the perimeter itself? That was by no means the case. There were giant sized stone tables set up with humans on them all across this perimeter, with a plethora of items on display. Shouting out to the many giantesses roaming the market to have a gander at their wares, some of which were even giant sized. The buffoons who would sell giant sized goods would end up getting yelled at by other humans, as they would occupy large chunks of the table space. 

As while the area inside, along with the northwestern and south eastern road, was human only territory. The perimeter of this hexagon safe space was the collision point of the markets of humans and giantesses. Humans would have to work in large groups, form teams, to hoist up massive flags and banners to show off their products. They would have to find ways to project their voices, and show off their marketing prowess while being looked down upon by their gigantic peers. 

‘Well, I have no business here.’ Lisa huffed, already disinterested as she realized she had walked past her place of interest. So she started taking a few steps back, when suddenly she heard a familiar voice. Coming from the direction of the south. Obviously a giantesses. 

“Fish for humans, we have human sized fish! We have a whole lot of them. They’re up for sale, you won't find a better deal anywhere else!” An enthusiastic and charismatic voice shouted. Loud, powerful and one of authority. Not the kind queens or privileged princess like Treya or Ana had. No, it was a different kind of authority. A charming one almost. 

Lisa turned back, back to the perimeter line. Where trade between humans and giantesses occurred. She gazed upon an individual who sat down on a stone stool, with a net of what seemed like a metric ton, in weight, of standard southern ocean Tuna. The kind that could theoretically almost swallow a human whole. Though that had never been reported, not even once as an adult human could just hardly fit into their body, and that other fishermen would utilise their fishing techniques to save anyone that would happen to be caught by them. Not to mention it was against regulation to allow swimming near the fishing docks in southern Ranate. As for solo fishermen, well a Tuna related demise was never surmised. There was a lot that could go wrong to a sailor in the ocean. 

 These fish were about 1.6 metres in size (5 foot), and weighed about 60 kilograms (130 pounds). They were an amazing delight, with plenty of meat for consumption. And were just hardly short of being even remotely marketable as a snack for the giantesses. Hence most likely why they’re being sold here, to human customers. “This is our last batch” the voice said wryly. Breaking her tone of confidence there.  Though Lisa hardly cared about some fish, she cared much more about who this individual was. She decided to walk up towards them. 

“Hello, Sarah?” Lisa called out. 

“Hmm?” The woman, having heard her name called out, gave a puzzled expression. She looked towards the north eastern road where Lisa was. “Oh my, is that Lisa? Fancy seeing you here.” 

“Why, I’ll have you know I visit this city every couple of weeks.” Lisa replied. Making notice of Sarah’s bandana that had a skull symbol on it. She was wearing pants that were slightly folded up and a crop top that highlighted her flat stomach. She didn’t have any prominent abs or anything.  But she did stay somewhat in shape. Lisa quite liked her curves too, they were slightest bit sexy. But she would never make a move on Sarah. She knew better. She could only compliment this brown haired woman for her looks. As well as her strong minded personality and what she brought to the Ranate economy. But that was it. The compliments would stop there.

“Is that so? You frequent this market more than I do. Lucky you.” Sarah added on. 

“What brings a salty sailor to these parts? Selling fish I presume. But why here and not the city down south?” Lisa questioned. 

“Well, business hasn’t been so good. And  Lelorum is so empty. Selling there is hard enough, so we moved here for our sales this time around. My crew has been drinking down a hefty amount of booze at the eastern tavern nearby, so that’s where they’re at.” 

“Which eastern tavern?” Lisa continued to question. 

“Obviously the one that’s for both humans and giantesses. Is that even a question?” 

“A-ah I see.” Lisa answered. Slightly taken aback on how casual but strong toned Sarah was. She had forgotten that Sarah’s crew was a band of fishermen and women who consisted of a small number of giantesses and a couple groups of humans. All of which were rather close with one another. Hence making Sarah a strong supporter of human beings. Therefore, she would never attend the giantess only tavern, she would instead support an establishment she liked instead. “My, it appears not a lot of humans like the tuna.” Lisa changed the subject. 

“I know right? I’m saying this was our last batch, but in reality this was our only haul.” Sarah answered. Disappointment glistening in her eyes. Getting a couple of eyes on her from the tiny humans all around their side of the perimeter. 

“Better luck next time.” Lisa politely answered. While she normally had a bit to argue with against giantesses who were strongly for the rights of humans. She knew it would be pointless. Especially against Sarah. Why would she listen to Lisa and forsake her own crew after all? She and Lisa hardly knew each other. If anything, Rheas was more familiar with Sarah than anyone else, at least to Lisa’s knowledge. Their family would often travel to the southern city to sell clothes. It appeared the two had met over a round of grog. A staple for many sailors. 

Sarah sighed. Then proceeded to yawn. She made sure to cover her mouth. A courtesy she learned from her experience in staying near humans so much. The rapid and expansive movement of her lips alone could terrorise a tiny human, her throat was essentially a one way trip to their demise after all. And quite a slow and painful one too. She had learnt to simply cover her mouth near humans when yawning. It was just a simple kind gesture. A type of action Lisa would never do.  

“I can’t sell these tuna for any cheaper, else we’d be selling at a loss. And it seems like they aren’t as fresh here in Egulba anyway due to moving them up north here. It’s no wonder people aren’t that interested. Though there aren’t that many alternatives to fish besides the produce my group sells… Oh well.” Sarah exclaimed.  Creating a small gap in the conversation, a couple seconds of silence. “Maybe fishing has gone downhill after all in Ranate. The fish port city, Lelorum, is a bust.” 

Finally, a spark of interest in the subject was finally ignited in Lisa. While she hadn’t cared for the woes of Sarah personally, it did now seem to be affecting the produce in Ranate itself. No fish for sale meant a massive missed opportunity for the Ranate economy. 

“Why do you think so?” Lisa finally asked. 

“Well… This is a little embarrassing to say, but except for the times we’ve gotten lucky. I don’t think we catch much to begin with.” 

“Is that so?” Lisa answered. But she still wanted more so she gestured as such with her facial expression. With her eye contact. 

“To begin with, most of the human sized fish aren’t really something us giantess like to eat. It just doesn’t feel that good in our mouths, and it’s far too expensive for far too little feed. Naturally that leaves the behemoth class ocean creatures… Which are rare and we don’t get enough for a steady supply of.” Sarah explained. “They’re usually somewhere in deeper waters, and we all know how dangerous it is to venture there.

“I see.” Lisa responded, quietly. 

“I think we should pander towards the human market, but it feels like us giantesses scare all the fish away. We hardly get any. We only end up with small amounts if we’re lucky, and we try selling those in the city down south, and even then that place has a lower human population than here. So less potential buyers. We finally managed to get a big catch yesterday, but still, almost no dice today in sales.” Sarah vented. “ The cost of fishing with just humans is too high too, we can’t lower prices any more. I wish Jade’s crazy group hadn’t destroyed most of the old sailors, their knowledge that was passed down their various lineages. Their families are all gone now.” 

Lisa remembered that Sarah’s mother was the giantess in charge of the fish port city back then during queen Jade’s rule; and she was the first to protest against Jade’s cruel decision to eat most of the sailors. She apparently liked the way they tasted, as if naturally salted by the ocean spray. That was how her records described their taste from Jade’s account. This wasn’t even during her later years, when queen Jade was deemed to be a ‘mad queen’ yet. This was during the peak of her rule.  

However, as annoying as that detail was for today's time, even Lisa imagined how the sailors tasted. She wished she could eat one too, just engulf them entirely and swirl them around in her mouth. Once she’d get a good taste, then she’d just swallow them… The very thought of this had Lisa’s mouth begin to salivate. 

“Yeah, she was such a nuisance.” Lisa lied, trying to avoid starting a scene with Sarah. So she just agreed with her. Gulping down her own saliva that was beginning to build up. 

“I don’t often say this, but this does sound like an issue that we need to work on. It’s important for not just our economy, but as a source of food in Ranate. How about you come over to Zleuser and plead your case?” Lisa recommended. 

“Nah, I think we’ll just barely manage, at least for a couple more years. If things really go south, I’ll let you council members know.” Sarah waved her answer around at what Lisa wanted. Perhaps it was her pride as a fisherwoman that stood in the way? 

“… Well, I can’t change your mind. It was a delight talking to you, but I think I have somewhere to be now.” Lisa took a step back and waved her hand goodbye to Sarah. She wasn’t interested in the conversation any longer. 

“Alright, bye. I’ll see you around senior Lisa.” Sarah wished her goodbyes and went back to trying to sell her fish. This was their once chance of making a serious profit, they had to be quick. All this time the fish were kept on a tray that was covered in ice, which acted to keep them cool and fresh for as long as possible. They also latched a tarp above them to block sunlight going on the fish, to prevent them from getting spoiled quickly. Ideally, selling seafood was something to be done at Lelorum, there was actual infrastructure there for selling fish. But, it was a failure of a fishing port. Barely any buyers. Everyone was trying to catch fish, and either the cost was too much there or the quality was rubbish too. Making it a tough sales plan. Everything essentially pointed to Lelorum failing. Though on the upside, it had a famous drinking culture involving various types of grog. However, even that could be contested by Egulba and it’s party culture. Which of course involved drinking and dancing. 

Lisa knew that Sarah must have been feeling some form of stress, almost as if Lelorum’s success as a city was upon her shoulders. As if she needed to rebuilt it back up to its former glory. What former glory? Well, before the giantess took over Lelorum, it was a well established fishing port. Hailing a copious number of sailors, all drinking at night in the numerous taverns in the city and gone during the next day to fish.

 As Lisa was well aware, as more and more control was given to giantesses, the less successful Lelorum became. Before finally Jade the Cruel became the final nail on the coffin. Converting it into a ghost town. No sailors, no successful fisherwoman and men. Only newbies trying their hardest with no way of learning from past veterans. It was a tough hit to the economy. 

‘Sarah’s made her stance. If she doesn’t want our help, she won’t get any.’ Lisa reasoned internally. It would take a lot of resources to figure out a solution, and if Sarah had still not given up. That meant she was still trying something at least. Whatever that was. There was still more pressing matters to attend to, like Marvialasia. ‘Which reminds me,’ Lisa remembered. She changed her direction back to the north eastern road, and was close to the left side of the road. The reason being is that she was looking for an entrance. An offshoot to another section of the city if you will. All the main roads had other smaller roads within Egulba and smaller roads connected with them, allowing for even greater market space. Some were even just as famous market streets as the main roads themselves; though that was besides the point for Lisa. 

‘There it is.’ She thought. Finally seeing the desired off shoot she wanted. If you looked at this from a map, It was the 13th to the last offshoot towards the left exit on the main road. Meaning this road actually connected eventually to the northern main road, but again, Lisa didn’t care for that. She was actually interested in another offshoot, a less well known street. 

‘Not here, if memory serves me correctly. It’s the 4th left from this road.’ She deduced from her prior knowledge. Suddenly she hustle and bustle from the main road and was absolutely silent. The hundreds of giantesses from earlier were all gone. Normally this was a sign of a human area, but not even. Lisa was still in a giantess only section of the city. If anything, the part she walked into was less well known, with run down residential buildings creating a narrow corridor. It was dark, with the multiple story tall residential buildings forming a kind of darkness around Lisa. ‘Perfect, this is the right way.’ She said in her mind as she smiled.  As she walked in more, she suddenly found herself at the end of the passageway, the corridor of sorts. There was a large giant sized door at the end. Wooden, with some metal framing. She knocked on the door with 3 loud thuds and 1 quiet one. 

Moments passed. Seconds that felt like an eternity. Before suddenly, a voice was heard. 

“Passcode.” A tough and hoarse voice demanded. Obviously it was a giantess’. 

“ 2 9 8 9 5 7” Lisa replied, momentarily giving each number. With a second or two break in between each. She made sure for it to be easy for the individual on the other side to be able to hear them easily. 

“… I see, so its Lisa’s passcode eh... The door is now unlocked miss, but before you open, make sure no one has followed you here.” The voice warned. 

Lisa wanted to ignore her warning. But she still looked behind her. Just to make sure.  

Obviously there was no one. So she gripped the door handle and pulled it open. 

Opening up a dimly lit room. It had a few candles that were used for lighting. But overall it was just somewhat dark.  There were 6 people in the room. 6 giantesses, one of which was the guard that stood by the door. Who Lisa could now just ignore. She stepped in, and was immediately basked into the scent of blood and of alcohol, which was quickly overpowered by a powerful incense. The place had a setup that was similar to a bar, with a few unique additions. There were plenty of stools present near the counter, and behind it was a bartender.

“Lisa, I see you’ve returned to my friendly little establishment.” The bartender called out to her.

“Friendly is certainly a word I wouldn’t use to describe this place.” Lisa replied, as she moved forward to sit down on a stool. 

“Well, for welcoming customers like you, it's as friendly as it can be.” 

“Let’s cut the chatter, Trisha. I’m here for my batch of humans, the ones that you’ve promised. The ones captured from the Marvialasian border.” Lisa curtly interrupted and changed the subject matter. “The only reason why this place is still open is due to our little secret.” 

Trisha smiled, as she began polishing a wine glass. “What a nice way to sell our deal. With the unending kindness of lady Lisa, who decided to help our business out of nothing by her golden and shiny heart.” Trisha spoke, with a hefty bit of sarcasm in her voice. “In reality, the only reason you hadn’t told queen Treya, and now won’t tell princess Ana about this place is because we can provide you with a supply of humans. What a crafty little bitch you are Lisa. Getting access to a collection of toys with the prohibition. Especially with the new rule where it's forbidden to eat humans that’s being passed, regardless of reason.” 

Trisha put down the glass she had just cleaned onto the counter. She then grabbed a bottle of red wine. She poured it out into said glass. Until a standard amount was sloshing around inside. The colour was a purplish red, a deep kind. It was rich and vibrant. Expensive no doubt. Lisa merely smiled and took out a singular ruby piece. 

“Keep the change, should cover the humans and the wine.” She said, calmly.

“Someone sure loves to tip nicely.” Trisha answered. Her eyes fixed to the crimson red glow of the coin. It was so small she had to really focus on it to even be able to see it clearly. Though while inconvenient, the eye sight of giantesses allowed them to be able to focus on small objects quite easily. It just required a lot of effort. Effort most wouldn't spend.

As for coin values. They were Money, obviously. All represented in things called ‘pieces’. Where 100 copper pieces was 1 silver piece. 10 silver pieces were 1 gold piece. 10 gold pieces was an amethyst piece. 100 gold pieces was an opal piece. 1000 being a ruby, and 10,000 being an emerald piece. Gold pieces are generally used to base all conversions around the world. Generally, the more gold pieces a country had access to, the richer they were; and while Ranate had lost some key parts of their economy, they were far from being considered poor. If anything, they were richer than their adjacent eastern neighbours. By quite a large amount too. Hell, there was enough money flowing in Ranate that even despite the overwhelmingly titanic bodies the giantesses possessed, the most upper class of the upper class could swim around in money. 

However, the coins themselves were too tiny. Counting puny sized coins was an absolute waste of time for the giantesses. So instead, they created glass spherical ‘coins’ of sorts that were similar in size to a typical coin, just at a giantess’ scale. All of which would have a different carrying capacity. Because of this, it was actually quite common to use copper and silver pieces in these makeshift coin containers to create a value that was equal to their gold counterparts. For example a 50 gold coin piece would be filled with 500 silver pieces, just to fill out the space and make it big enough for most giantesses to actually use. This innovation was born out of a need for convenience. However some giantesses like Lisa didn’t bother. They just carried an overwhelmingly large amount of money on them, and offered any change as a tip. It was another form of innovation created for the need for convenience. 

“Ruby pieces are nice, they’re so much easier to count than getting an annoyingly large amount of gold pieces, or trying to decipher how those containers work. But oh well, that's an unpopular opinion I guess.” Trisha continued.  Which caused Lisa to sigh momentarily. “Ah, you aren’t interested? Fine. Ladies, bring forth the humans.” She signaled to two workers that were dressed in extremely revealing clothes near the back. One was a provocative red colour, and the other purple. The woman dressed in purple was probably from a well off family for her to wear such a luxury colour.  They both had blonde hair, quite likely they were working today to compliment each other's look. 

They wore a bodycon-esque dress, one that hugged on tightly to their bodies and stopped right at their upper thighs. The material used also seemed to be quite shiny. ‘It honestly looks quite uncomfortable to wear.’ Lisa thought. 

“Who are these two?” Lisa asked.

“They’re the ones that bring in shipments of humans. They also work here as a side gig. I have a deal with them that I get 30% of all humans they capture, rounding up too.” Trisha answered. 

“And you then sell those captured humans to people like me?” 

“Yep.” Trisha confirmed. Staring right on to the tits of her staff. One of which gave a loving stare back. “Say, Lisa, I actually have a thing I need a bit of your help with.” She called. 

“...” Lisa stayed silent. Her impatience clearly began to show a bit.

“We actually had 2 escaped Marvialasian humans the other day. I know, quite a saddening development. Especially when I went out of my way to give them all a house, with food and water. And eventually a home with a lovely lady.” Trisha explained, her sarcasm strong once more.

“I don’t know if they’d consider customers like me ‘lovely’ though.” Lisa answered.

“Oh hush. What happens to these humans once they are at their new home is not of my concern. The point is that two escaped. But! One came back, crawling back like the mite he was. He came to rescue his girlfriend who was still tied up. Truth be told, they’re both originally from a few that could’ve ended up in your batch.” 

“And?”

“We caught him, by we I mean the lady over there in the red dress. Now, I was glad that one of my products-uh I mean, my humans came back. But, one was still gone from the pile. He also is now refusing to tell us where the last remaining reject might be. So, we’ve considered eliminating him.” Trisha coldly stated. 

“Why not just include him in my package?” Lisa, the sick and cold hearted giantess asked. Not even giving the absolute minimum amount of care for this poor human. By no means was she a good person, yet somehow she was one of the leading figures of Ranate. It was a horrendous example of the systemic power that the giantesses hoarded over humanity.

“Well, I’ll leave that choice up to you.” Trisha answered as she clapped her hands in the air twice. Immediately afterward, the two ladies came forth to the counter. One was carrying a small circular table by herself, and the other was carrying a box. The table was set down, and the box placed on top of it. Lisa watched carefully as the red dressed woman opened up the box from its roof and lifted out two individuals, a man and a woman. Both of which are in their young thirties.  They were both dropped from about a metre above the table. And were on opposite ends of the table.

The man and the woman stood up and were met with a colossal sized ass, a meaty clad weapon of total annihilation. One such to an extreme degree that a single encounter of being underneath it would mean the end for them. The red dressed woman was above the man and had positioned her rear end right on the table, whilst the woman dressed in violet was above the woman. Her ass also planted right above her . It would take just the mere, simple action of leaning back to end either of their existences. 

“You pick, the man or the woman. Does the man deserve to die as punishment for running away underneath that ass. Or does he deserve to suffer more, by staying alive and being given to you?”  Trisha boldly stated. Her words made both the young separated couple fall to their knees in their predicament. They were both talented warriors and knew that might meet their end on the battlefield, but never did they think it would be like this. They thought the cruelty of giantesses as told by the Marvialasian government was all but a lie. A hoax. Not entirely of course, but they figured it was weird with how many parades and events that would go in at their home to just remind everyone how cruel the giantesses were. However, life was cruel. This world was awful. 

Perhaps some of the things Marvialasia said were exaggerated, clearly not everyone acted like the giantesses in the couple’s nearby vicinity. Though that didn’t matter. Their country was at least partially correct about the hell that was Ranate rule. 

“P-please spare us.” The man whimpered. Clasping both his palms together. 

Lisa looked over at the man, somewhat disinterested but still a little bit amused. 

“Please, Trisha. I have no interest in your thoughtless games. I’m a busy lady.” Lisa answered.

“Oh? You're gonna leave my lovely gals hanging? They're just dying to sit down on the table, and grind their ass on the poor humans. Isn’t that something fun to see? Only VIP customers like you, Lisa, get this kind of special treatment for free.” Trisha harshened up her tone. However Lisa didn’t care.

“Give me both of them then. I have no interest in ruining a potential toy of mine before I even get to test him or her out.” Lisa scoffed. 

“...Fine, ladies, pack up the display table. It appears Lady Lisa is in a hurry and not interested in our games.”  

“Yes Ma’am.” Both of them replied, the one in a violet dress even sounded disappointed. Both moved up forward and picked up the fragile humans who were lacking in enchantments. All of Lisa’s shipments didn’t have any enchantments. Otherwise the cost would be driven far too high for her liking. She would rather do that in her own time. 

“You hear that you runts? You both are my little toys now. Make sure you do as exactly as I say from now on. I’m the only reason why both of you get to live.” Lisa explained, as she bent forward and whispered to the humans. The whisper was not in consideration for her loud voice. Not at all. It was a form of intimidation. “Now say it after me. I Will Obey My Mistress Lisa.”

The couple hesitated for a brief second. The man began sobbing, unable to process what was going on. He was completely and utterly confused. Unable to comprehend if he should be happy or sad. In reality, he had no idea of the kinds of hell he would be subject to. As for the woman, she tried putting on a brave face. However a single glance to her eyes could convey the paralysing fear she felt. Regardless, the two of them answered as they had no other choice.

“I-I’ll do as you say. I will obey my mistress Lisa.” The woman responded. 

“I will obey my mistress Lisa.” The man soon followed up after. 

“Good. Keep that up and you’ll be just fine little toys.” Lisa said as she smacked her lips. “Put these two, along with the rest of my shipment into a smaller box. Make sure it's at least partially noise proof.” She commanded Trisha. 

“Aye, whatever you say.” Trisha grabbed the two of them from her workers hands after Lisa backed off from talking to them. They were shoved into a crowded container, housing 9 more of them. Lisa originally should have had one more, but that last one was missing. And in this area of giantess only territory, was probably destined to be squashed underfoot somewhere.

“Dear customer, here is your package.” The woman dressed in red gave out the small brown box. There were little ventilation holes on each side too, which made sure to allow for a constant supply of air. 

“Thank you.” Lisa grabbed it and picked up a bag woven of fabric. Similar material to her own clothes, but a bit more stretchy and durable. “Goldstones really are popping up everywhere huh. You lot even are using their bags for a shop like this. I doubt they’re even aware of it… Who am I kidding, of course they aren’t aware of it. Massive businesses like theirs can’t keep track of everything.” Lisa pointed out how successful the Goldstones really were.

“Yes. We, like any other business, would do almost anything to have their financial backing.” Trisha commented. 

“Well, I’m off for a dinner date tomorrow, with a Goldstone.” Lisa haughtily mentioned.

“You WHAT?!” Trisha almost yelled, her own voice was kept quiet by her own hands covering her mouth. 

“Hah, this is the part where you’re thankful that I was already one of your VIP customers.” Lisa laughed as she left her closing remark. Opening the front gate this time. “I’ll see you when it's shipment time again.” 

She exited the building, from the front side this time. And was met in a friendly area of giantesses. In fact it was a residential plaza. A small square of walkable land that many homes opened up to, just to allow for more connection to nature. It could even be considered a small little park in the city. New giantesses were seen here all time. Lisa blended right in. As it just looked like she had left a friend’s house, and was off to her own merry adventure. Unbeknownst to the world around her,  this devil in giant form was illegally carrying almost a dozen humans back home with her.  It was a thought that left a smile on her face.

– – – 

(The next day, 9pm)

“Rheas, I’ve got something to show you.” Lisa pulled her friend to her bed. Where a single, small brown box was positioned. Her bedside drawers were right there too, adjacent to the bed. But the humans inside made sure to stay silent. They were already fed by Lisa when she came back home, and they knew better than to disturb her now whilst she was enjoying her private time. Her room also had the windows shut and curtains covering them. Lisa couldn’t afford to be getting spied on now. 

“Woah, not so fast. We just ate, if we do ‘that’ already, I’ll vomit it all back out.” Rheas said. Not ready for what she thought Lisa was referencing. 

“No, not that.” Lisa sat down, right beside the table. “I’ve got a secret to tell you. Something just between us.” 

Rheas was intrigued. She sat down next to Lisa, after unbuttoning her most upper button. Lightly showing off her cleavage.  She felt comfortable with Lisa, alone. The dim lighting in her room with aromatic candles helped a lot with setting up a sort of mood. 

“Mhm. What is it?” Rheas quietly asked. With one of her fingers on her lip. She was expecting something else entirely to what Lisa had planned.

Lisa picked up the box, which confused Rheas. She hadn’t even seen it yet, she was mesmerised more so on Lisa’s form. She pulled up the top side of the box out, like a sidestepping door, and it revealed the contents inside. Lisa immediately flipped the box outside, dropping 4-5 humans onto the soft bed. A landing that had they landed elsewhere would have been fatal. 

“O-Oh my!” Rheas gasped. She was shocked. “What? How? You only had like one, two days ago or something.”  

“There’s a business in Egulba that’s a fan of your company’s work. They give me a steady supply of these humans, well due to a certain deal we have going on.” Lisa explained.

“And they’re all Marvialasian? Or at least foreigners?” Rheas questioned.

“Sweetie, do you think I don’t know that you don’t like it when I abuse the humans from here in Ranate? Of course I’ve sourced these ones ethically, I made sure that you can have as much fun with them as I do!” Lisa reasoned, applying a twisted sense of logic. Appealing to Rheas’ better qualities. Even appealing to her ignorance as a sheltered giantess. 

“Oh… Yeah. Just had to make sure.” Rheas answered. The fact that was all it took to be convinced was a full front display of the extent of Lisa’s influence on her. However there was a caveat. “It’s just, you said that about the father of Ana. And that human is a well respected man. An accomplished individual.” Rheas questioned the principles and ideas of Lisa because there was a single man out there that didn’t play into this line of thinking.  So she wasn’t entirely sure if she agreed with her, in fact it would be somewhat hard to. While she was more empathetic to humans born and raised in Ranate soil, she still wondered how her human companions and communities would react to how she treated foreign humans. Would they be shocked? Disgusted? Anxious? Perhaps they'd be delighted to hear the enemy was going through hell from her… 

‘Nah, of course not. Simply seeing me play around with a human would be enough to shock them. Rightfully so.’  She reasoned in her head. Rheas’ facial expression was puzzled. Hesitant even. However, even then, when she looked forward to Lisa, she felt herself being intoxicated with a sense of lust. That reason and moral sense became thinner and thinner. It was a kind of moral depravity she didn’t like, but she thought to herself that if Lisa was so sure, then maybe there was nothing wrong with it? They’d also both had a round of wine at dinner, so Rheas’ sense of reason was flawed at the moment.  And Lisa knew that after taking the plunge forward, it would be hard for Rheas to go back. So she continued pressing on the matter. She knew she would convince her friend. Just a small push was all it would take. 

Whilst this was going on, the confused group of humans on the bed began trembling in fear as they soon began to realize what kind of mess they had entered. All except one man. 

“Hey! You! The stupid bitch! How dare you take us and-“ He screamed. He lamented his confusion into agitation and anger. Voiced out in words. However, all Lisa did was move her hands over him. Her fingertips being positioned around, latching on to the bed, like a beast that’s presence alone could dominate its prey. The palm of her hand loomed just over him. That was it. There was no other movement or action done by Lisa. To any onlooker, it was hard to even see if this was intentional. It could just be mistaken for an accident. She was that large and colossal, her hands could wipe out a human effortlessly. However, that was far from the truth. This was a message. A looming threat. One that spelt out ‘Be quiet or else.’ 

It was incredibly effective. The man was rendered speechless. His confusion and agitation being converted instantaneously into a newly developed sense of exhilaration, anxiety and dread. There was no anger left. No emotion other than pure fear itself left to even voice his complaints. He was just that now, a toy that learnt his place. One that was succumbing to a bitter fate. In an ideal world, this wouldn’t happen. But the continent of Celessa was never that kind. 

Rheas on the other hand was completely unaware of this man’s voice. It was a fact that giantesses generally have to willingly try to listen out for the voices of humans to actually be able to hear them. Rheas was just far too entranced by the longing gaze of Lisa. She was in an intimate moment, one that marked a very important point to her person. To who she would become. Lisa knew that very well. She couldn’t afford to let this chance go to waste. Hell, Rheas had even forgotten about her complaint from earlier about having their fun time so quickly after eating. 

“Sweetie. That was just a one off. It means nothing. Here I’ll give you an example.” Lisa rushed into Rheas’ face. Locking lips and giving a quick peck.  “How did that feel? Let me guess, like nothing. That’s because it’s only happened once. It was a spur of the occasion. It matters not unless more happen, or if a certain someone returns the favour.” Lisa winked. There was a brief second or two of awkward silence. “Besides, you and I both knew Treya. She definitely played a role in his public image. She’s a crafty woman!” 

Her reasoning give a quick nod from Rheas. But Lisa wouldn’t let the chance slip by. She gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Immediately changing Rheas’ gears. 

“Now, how about we do this thing?” Lisa asked. Picking up the same human from earlier that began to rudely interrupt her moment with her companion. “I know you don’t like eating them, but trust me, having them lick you is something you just have to try!” 

A giggle came out of Rheas, before she finally yielded. “Fine fine, I’ll see what all this hype is about. But first.” She leaned in close and began making out with Lisa, her mouth in contact with hers. And her tongue entering Lisa’s. 

**Smooch** 

“That was pay back.” Rheas shyly answered. In a naughty manner. She trusted in Lisa who was around 2 years older than her. That trust would allow even greater feelings of lust to follow.

“Well don’t hold back now.” Lisa chuckled. Their fun time had only just begun as Lisa gently shoved Rheas onto the bed both lying down, and mounted on top of her to begin their loving night. 

THE END