Lauren was walking home from her job as a corporate communications
specialist. Her job was essentially writing bullet points and feel
good articles for employees of a fortune 500 company. Didn’t really
matter what she wrote, yet somehow her deadlines meant that she had
to stay until 7pm today. Her Friday night was essentially ruined, not
that she had even made plans anyway. Today was hard, she had at least
earned some kind of reward. So she stopped by her favourite pastry
shop before heading home.
Tina also finished
work late that night. She worked for a credit union owned by the
agricultural syndicate. Her late night was from annual elections for
their board of directors, which she had just clinched the vote to
become treasurer. Her colleagues were going to throw her a party
later that night but she wanted to change before hand. Cutting
through the tiny part of town would save her quite a bit of time, so
she indulged herself.
The giant woman
carried herself with the pride of what had been a stellar for day
her. She had her long red hair still up from work, and ported a blue
blazer with a thin lapel and a nice pair of heels. Her shoes clacked
as she walked down the asphalt. She walked briskly through the
outskirts of the tiny town. Her footfalls rhythmic and causing little
destruction. This did not slow the heart rates of the late night
commuters in town. Eventually she missed a step and the spike of her
heel went right through the engine block of a Camry. Embarrassed,
Tina turned onto a less busy street.
“I didn’t mean
to do that.” Tina said looking at a smaller woman who was standing
paralyzed in fright. It took Lauren a moment to realize that the
giantess was talking to her. She needed to play it cool and say
something.
“Shit happens.”
Lauren said to the giantess. She had never actually seen a giant in
her life before. Up until she heard the enormous footfalls her mind
was still turning over the report she had just been writing. It felt
like she had suddenly been yanked out of real life. The scale of this
woman made no sense with the landscape behind her. The woman looked
just like her. Spoke just like her. Yet her scale as barely
comprehensible. Lauren clenched her hand into a fist to hide her
shaking.
“Yeah. It’s not
even my fault. If I hadn’t been late at work, I wouldn’t have
even taken this route home.”
“Ugh – me too. I
had to stay to finish writing a story that I am pretty sure no one is
ever going to read.”
Lauren’s pulse was
through the rough. If the giantess could make out her facial
features, then she could probably see that her face was bright red.
Lauren forced herself to take slow deliberate breaths so that her
voice wouldn’t shake. The giantess took a step towards her, then
squatted down.
“Sounds like a
bullshit job.” Tina said.
“100%. Everything
is always a crisis, nothing ever really matters.”
The conversation
continued like she was speaking to a normal person. Maybe giants were
just normal people. No big deal – well a big deal but not a big
deal. A funny anecdote to tell her friends at a party about
the time she bitched about work to a giantess, not the rampage of
godzilla through the streets. That was until the giant’s hand
rapidly approached her.
“Anyways, I should
be off.” The giantess snatched Lauren as she stood back up.
“What are you
doing?!” Lauren shrieked. Her world was spinning from both her
panic and the disorientation of shooting up several stories in almost
and instant.
“You said yourself
that you had a bullshit job. If I eat you then it probably doesn’t
disturb the local economy that much.” Tina said. “So are you
going to get yourself undressed or do I need to do it?”
“What! You can’t
eat me just because of my job!”
“Oh, I was going
to eat your regardless. I’m a giant and you’re a tiny – I’m
sure they taught you how to hide from predators in school. You should
have been more careful.” Tina said while giving an awkward laugh.
She was never sure what to say to someone she had just caught.
The laugh hung in
the air for a moment. Lauren couldn’t tell if she was joking but
then Tina’s fingers pulled down on her skirt. Her fingers worked
her way up Lauren’s body until she could slice open Lauren’s
shirt with her finger nail. This was real.
“You don’t have
to do this!” Lauren exclaimed.
“Yep.” Tina said
while flicking off the last bits of the Lauren’s clothes. She
watched the tiny girl struggle in her hands while she brought her up
to her lips.
“Then why are you
still eating me?”
“Doesn’t have
to, doesn’t mean doesn’t want to.” Tina said. She paused for a
second. “Guess I said that weird, whatever.”
Tina put the tiny
woman into her mouth. She was quite warm from the panic she was in.
After catching her breath in the humid air of Tina’s maw, Lauren
ran for the giant’s lips. Stomping on Tina’s tongue trying to run
out of her mouth only to fall when the giant’s tongue undulated.
Tina chastised her meal with a grazing of her molars before
swallowing.
Lauren’s heart
felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as she felt the
giant’s teeth crash down on her. They didn’t slice through her
but the squeeze froze her in place. An instant later the tongue
upturned and she was forced into the contractions of swallowing. She
couldn’t breath with the compression of the oesophagus. Still she
hyperventilated pulling in almost no air until she reached the
stomach. Air filled her lungs but the air was hot and humid. She felt
the acidity creep into her lungs.
Tina looked over and
there was another man on the street. He was staring at her the whole
time. Feeling like she should say something to avoid being awkward
she spoke, “Some people, eh?”
“Yeah, it’s not
like giant attacks aren’t on the news all the time. Everyone knows
the danger.”
“Like yourself?”
Tina asked.
“Yep.” Grant
said while unbuttoning his shirt.
“Really? You guys
always put up a fight. I’m tempted to let you go now. If I eat
every willing little guy, then I’ll be using natural selection
against myself.” She said while picking him up. She brought him up
to her eye.
“Gal as pretty as
you doesn’t need to worry. Anyways, that other chick was hot and I
want to get some action before she’s too far gone.” Grant said.
Tina’s eyes narrowed at him.
“You what?” Tina
said.
“Don’t act all
high and mighty, you literally ate her.”
“I’m a giant we
hunt humans. I’m not interested in a little piggy.” Tina said
with disgust. She dropped Grant onto the ground.
“But I guess, I
can’t leave you to go harass other people. Hmm...” Tina tapped
her toes thinking about what to do with him. She kept tapping her
toes in rhythm but advanced forward towards the tiny man. Not even
looking down she heard the crack and shriek as she crushed his knees
and everything below with her shoe. She turned around and continued
her walk.
“You can’t leave
me like this! Please put me out of my misery.” Grant called out.
“Nah, I couldn’t
do that. What if someone else wants some action with you before
you’re too far gone?”
She could have just
eaten that guy, she thought. She could have chewed him to not give
him what he wants. The act of eating is about fulfilling your own
desires after all. Tina had never chewed someone up completely
before. It would have been gross for that other woman. As gross as
being digested alive, she thought, Probably but only like going from
a 9 to 10 on the grossness scale. Well, she had made her decision and
was still hungry as a result.
Tina approached a
highway that split through town. The highway was pretty wide and the
median in the middle was just a concrete barrier. She had to
half-jump to get across like it was a small stream. She skipped
across but realized she wasn’t going to make it cleanly. She tried
to propel herself forward a bit more but the effect was to drive her
foot harder into the right lane, followed by her heel crashing into
another lane. She heard the sound of the crash and instant later.
“Oh shit.” She
muttered. She looked down at the crash site, “Sorry.”
The crash had
disrupted two lanes of traffic. In real time she could watch as a
traffic snake elongated out from her. Thousands of commuters trapped
with nowhere to go. Possibly hundreds of hours of people’s time
wasted. She thought about the math of the situation. If a year is
8760 hours, say 10,000 hours and the average human lives 70 years
rounded down since I overestimated hours in a year, that’s 700,000
hours of life. Humans sleep for a third of that so maybe 500,000
waking hours. There’s probably 5,000 cars on this highway, so
that’d make causing this traffic about 1% as bad as eating someone.
But wait what about carbon emissions? Eating people is random –
wrong time, wrong place. Cars make emissions, maybe I’m doing good
by terrorizing them into taking the bus? Should I go step on the
other lanes of traffic for good measure?
She smiled to
herself as a titanic ecoterrorist but was interrupted by the
voluminous blaring of klaxons. Driver’s shouted obscenities and
made rude gestures at her as they made it past the wreck. It was her
fault after all. Carefully she knelt down and pushed the damaged cars
over to the side of the road. With the block lifted, cars in the
right lane shot off at speed until three cars collided when a driver
from the jammed up left lanes tried to get into the newly cleared
right lane.
“What the fuck you
guys? You did this to yourselves?”
Tina was indignant.
She had actually done the nice thing for tinies. Giants almost never
clean up their messes when it comes to humans but here she had. And
the result? The humans screw it up for themselves. She couldn’t
believe that they subject themselves to this. It doesn’t even take
her to cause a problem.
She raised her foot
over the pile up and pressed down on the cars. She twisted her foot
through the metal frames like they were a cigarette butt. If she
wasn’t culpable then she might as well enjoy it. The give of cars
against her sole was so delightful. 5,000 hours of human life wasted
and she hadn’t even eaten anyone. Her stomach growled. She should
attend to that, though.
Tina made her way
into the central business district. It was pretty quiet at this point
in the night. Too late for work, too early for Friday night revelrie.
To think that her ancestors tracked humans for days to catch them and
she didn’t even have the sense of timing to come when they were
drunk on a Friday night. Her luck changed when she noticed lights on
in one of the office tours. She gave the windows of the board room a
playful knock.
Inside the board
room a biweeekly sales meeting was happening. The meeting goers tried
to stay calm. Conventional wisdom was that giants tend to be playful.
They are often just trying to have some fun. If they engage play
along and hopefully they will be on their way. A bored giant is where
the real destruction tends to come from.
“I’m going to
cut to the chase.” Tina said while she broke the glass window with
a series of flicks. “You guys are in a 7pm meeting on a Friday that
if I’m reading the agenda right is biweekly? Whoever set this up
should be punished and my stomach is a pretty punishing place. If you
undress whoever is responsible and feed them to me, I think we’ll
all be better off.”
Everyone in the
meeting room looked at their director and then at each other. The
director was shocked and exclaimed, “you can’t seriously be
considering this!” He stood up and made to leave but his secretary
forced him back into his seat. Realizing he’d just made a big
gamble on what his colleagues would think the secretary said they
should put it to a vote. To the secretary’s relief all but two
voted for feeding the director to the giantess.
Tina watched while
the director was forcefully undressed. Two men linked there arms
around his and a woman pushed the director from behind to the window.
The director dug his heels into the carpet but the woman behind him
kicked his feet out from under him. Tina stuck her tongue out
playfully them and said “ahh” while the three coworkers heaved
their director onto her tongue. He fell limp onto her tongue and she
swallowed with out much trouble. The only other person who had voted
to not feed the director to her bolted from the room, the rest
watched in shock.
“I hate to ask
y’all for another favour but he wasn’t very filling by himself.
Would you mind stripping down and joining him?” Tina said.
“No!” screamed
the woman who had been behind the director. “You can’t make us!”
“I never said I
was going to make you. If y’all bolt like that other fellow so be
it. But as I understand it, you don’t get food and shelter unless
you spend the better part of every day in this drab building. Some
idiot gets appointed shareholders to tell you what to do. Said idiot
makes you do pointless tasks, work longer hours, and cuts your
benefits for shareholder profit. Then you take your meagre pay
cheques and if you’re wise you invest them in mutual funds. The
mutual funds buy more shares and tell your idiot manager to make even
more profits at your expense.
“I know humans
talk about the bad old days when us giants were more pernicious and
malevolent in our hunting practices. But I got to hand it to you, you
guys made a real ouroboros of your own misery. So you can end the
cycle and have your life wrapped up in a meaningful fashion, burp,
or you can come back to this on Monday.”
The last part of Tina’s speech was quieted as she tried to hold
down a subsequent burp. Of course the guy in her stomach decided now
was the time to fight for his life. But that ship sailed as soon as
he was swallowed. She pressed her hand into her stomach hoping he’d
aspirate some acid and settle down.
“I’m
not going to lie down and take this from a giant. You seem to think
we’re just mice in a cage.” The woman who had pushed the director
said. Maybe she had point, she was definitely a killer who
might even have a backbone.
“Are you the union rep?” Tina asked.
“Uh no, we’re not unionized.” She replied.
“Well then, seems like your mice for corporate cats to play with.
See, I’m not so mean. I’ll let you go on your own terms and I
won’t keep you on the treadmill.”
To her delight a few men were already unbuttoning their shirts. They
stripped down to their underwear and formed a line. Of course they
all hesitated to actually jump in. But once they had a line-up
formed, Tina pushed them in with her hand in sequential bites.
The scene in her stomach grew increasingly chaotic. Lauren was still
hanging on but too weak to move from her position. The director when
he realized he was not alone was finally driven to panic. But his
panicked pacing was ended when he was hit by one of his employees
falling in. Face down in the acid pool he couldn’t get back up.
More employees fell in and space was cramped. Acid oozed in from
walls.
The last man looked
at Tina while he was half undressed but didn’t move. Eventually,
Tina closed her mouth and looked to see who was left.
“I don’t want to
be eaten anymore.” He said.
“But you already
started stripping down, why the change of heart?”
“Well, with
everyone else gone I’m pretty sure that I’ll be the next
director. It’s not a bad deal and hey maybe I can reform this
office with my new position of power.”
Tina laughed.
“I’m sure you
will. The first principle of leadership is to feed your competition
to the lions. The second principle is to stay in the very back until
everyone has faced the danger. A true reformer you will be.” Tina
said. She saw the man sit down looking despondent.
“I don’t want to
die but I don’t want to be here.” He said.
“I can accommodate
that. I think I have had enough tonight. Tell you what, I’ll take
you back with me. You can live in spa among my waterfalls and I’ll
only require a few minutes of work from you each day.”
Tina stuck out her
hand and the half dressed man walked on. She carried him through the
streets continuing her walk home.
“This isn’t some
kind of joke?” He asked.
“Well, if it is a
joke it would have gone on for too long. And besides, I have never
had anyone volunteer so eagerly to be my toilet paper and bathroom
attendant.” Tina said.
“What?! I never
agreed to that.”
“Oh, then maybe I
should eat you.” The man was shaking in her hand. “We giants
don’t keep humans around much. You’re much too enjoyable to eat.
But its become fashionable to have a bathroom attendant and you don’t
shit where you eat – which makes you pretty safe in this role. But
if that’s too demeaning then I could eat you right now.”
“No, no.” The
man said. “I can be your attendant.”
“Great! I knew a
leader of your calibre would be well suited to the task.”
Tina slid her hand
over the back of the shorts. The man tried to hold onto her hand but
the sweat and the tug of gravity guided him down. She felt his hands
glide down her crack to slow his descent. She flexed her butt cheeks
until he fell snugly into place.
She made it out to
the suburbs when she realized her mistake. She could have grabbed
some free tinies to share her girlies at the party but she had gotten
sidetracked and had nothing to show. She was deep into the suburbs
now, catching anywhere near a decent haul would be a pain the ass.
Tina looked back at
the city. She could always go back but by this time there would
surely be reporters trying to get an exciting shot. Stories like this
always made into the funnies of the evening news – though thinking
about it they were probably the top story on the original tiny news.
Of course no one but old people actually watched it but that meant
that she’d get a call from her Aunt Shirley. She knew exactly the
story from 1987 when Aunt Shirley and Uncle Ren demolished there way
through Madison. It saved their marriage, dont’ch’ya know? Her
Wisconsin accent made it all the more cringey. If Tina made it onto
the news, there would be jokes are her expense for days.
Tina had to make due
with what she had. That’s when she got a lucky. She spied a parade
of golf carts at the course just across the street. They were
probably going to some kind of shelter but they weren’t getting
there very fast. She nabbed them by smashing the carts together like
an accordion and gathering up the occupants into the front pouch of
her handbag.
She had expected
terrified shrieks but more so she was hearing indignant call outs.
Bemused by this she asked the loudest what was happening. He told her
that it had been a function of bank executives and that she had no
right to interrupt them like this.
“Bankers? I guess
I’m a banker too.” Tina replied to the tiny man.
“Good, I was
worried I might have been captured by someone that I couldn’t
reason with but a banker can always understand interests. What sort
of accounts do you work with?”
“I work for a
co-op owned by the agricultural syndicate. I manage our investments
in improving our human farms.”
Greg Weston, the
director of his branch, was shocked by this. For one he didn’t know
that they had human farms. But more importantly, she worked at a
credit union? It was worse than he feared. She was either to timid
minded to work at a real bank or some kind of leftist hippie. Maybe
that could work for him the discussion.
“I didn’t know
those existed.” Greg said.
“Oh yea, it’s
why there’s been peace between us and the tiny folk.”
“That and because
after the Enlightenment you grew to respect our human rights,
correct?” Greg figured he should pull on her liberal heart strings
a bit more. “It was a hard fight for human rights. We suffered for
hundreds of years before our rights became laws.”
“No – I think it
was mostly the farming thing. I guess, once we had them it became
easier to care about our image.” Tina replied.
“Well, branding is
important too.” Greg thought about which tact to take next. She
didn’t seem to care about his human rights comment. Maybe she was
just a low calibre saleswoman. He tacked into branding. “So what
kind of promotional event are you running with us?”
“Oh, no promotion.
Well, I guess I did just get elected to treasurer of my credit union
so a promotion of a sort. I needed to get some snacks for the party.
As much as I hate to admit, farmed just isn’t as good as free
range. Free range humans are so anxious, it’s delightful.”
Tina paused to feel
the man trapped between her butt cheeks. He felt like he was trying
to crawl his way out but making very slow progress.
“Surely, that
hurts your image? Talk is one thing but actions are another.”
“That’s why it’s
called image. Image isn’t reality. Hurting my image would be going
back where there are probably of dozens of journalists. But I already
have you. Which makes you food for my party.”
“But you can’t-”
a large thumb covered half of Greg’s face.
“Listen, I’m
just winding you up. What sort of banker are you?”
“I run an REIT. We
invest mostly in apartments.” Greg realized he was in a bad spot.
But she kept talking to him so maybe there could still be a way out.
“So those houses
that I smashed through probably helped your valuation. Less supply,
more demand.”
“Uh no, umm that’s
not how...” Greg stammered. This giant actually was a commie. This
was a very bad development.
“Oh, I understand
now. Single family housing doesn’t change much for you. You
probably want me to knock down this old apartment building. Get rid
of some low-income people and you can speed up the gentrification.”
Tina lifted her foot
and rested the ball of her foot on a four storey concrete apartment
building. Greg looked out in alarm.
“No! Don’t!”
“Are you sure?”
Tina ran her foot further along the roof knocking over a satellite
dish. “Guess, it’s easier to put the consequences of your actions
down on a spreadsheet than it is to watch them in real time.”
Greg tried to argue
this point but by this time Tina was bored hearing what he had to
say. The struggles in her belly had died down fast, probably from how
stuffed her stomach was. So with the loss of that as entertainment,
she put Greg into her mouth. She wasn’t hungry but she could chew
him like gum on the way back.
Greg knew he had
lost once she opened her mouth. Rather than a quick ending, she kept
swirling him around and chewing lightly upon him. Her spit went from
a cool wash against his skin to stinging as the enzymes began to work
on his skin. Each encounter with her teeth left more of his skin
broken, more of his skin burning. She kept at this game for what felt
like hours to Greg before losing interest. Her chews became less
gentle cutting further into him. A more aggressive chew got his foot
caught between her molars. He tried to free his foot by pushing on
her molars with his hands. But her tongue was pushing him the wrong
way. When her tongue couldn’t push him, she bent him back over his
molars. The next strike caught pressed through his vertebrae. Greg
lost feeling below his shoulders. The next bite took his foot clean
off but he couldn’t feel a thing. He eventually lost consciousness
from the blood loss.
Tina taste the
metallic flavour of blood. She swallowed reflexively then realized
what she had done. She was satisfied with her dinner and know just
had to wait from the games they were going to play with the bankers.
My Lord is a Sex Worker
Duane Simpson, reporter for LewdBoy
~~1~~
In the five years that I have written this column, I have seen some
shit. Sometimes literal shit. It all comes with the territory.
Following your requests, I’ve investigated every fetish imaginable
and every weird sex thing that the internet has thrown at me. But
when the LewdBoy asked me to visit Nysa, I thought they were trying
to pull one over on me. Yea, sure, I’ll just go run over to my
travel agent and get a plane ticket to that weird hermit kingdom run
by two prostitutes. Two smoking hot sex workers who devour their
serfs alive on camera for money. Yea, I’ll just walk casually into
this place and interview Ginger Timinda and Regina Rose. But this was
not a joke. I went there, I interviewed both of them, and went on the
ride of my life.
For those who have somehow escaped this particular internet
rabbithole, let me get you up to speed. Ginger and Regina are two
titans that rule over the city of Nysa. They’re both porn stars and
they upload regular fetish porn to multiple websites of the gruesome
fates of their citizens. Since the Great Shrinking, this sort of
fetish has become mainstream. I suspect that many of our giant
caretakers do similar things in private but it’s really only the
Girls in Nysa that let anyone and everyone watch.
~~2~~
To give you a sense of what I was walking into let me run you through
the plot of their best selling video this month “Challenge Game XVI
– Can’t Fart Her Way to Victory”. I did not make that title up.
The video opens with a normal sized woman wearing a tightly fitting
lycra facsimile of a ref’s uniform. The lycra over her shirt is
straining to contain a set a massive boobs. She introduces herself
only as Apple, and then adds that she’s the apple of both giant’s
eye while giving the audience a wink. Apple explains the rules of the
game of Challenge. Each giant will take turns giving the other a
challenge to complete. Each challenge may only
kill half of the remaining contestants
each turn. The loser
of the game is the giant who can’t complete her challenge, can’t
come up with a challenge that is more scandalous than the previous
one, or has the last person left when it’s their turn to make up a
challenge.
The set-up of the video has both giants naked and facing each other
while sitting on their knees. Apple is in a referee box on a table
behind them, while twenty or so people are standing nervously between
the two giants. Regina opens the game by challenging Ginger to drown
as many people in her piss as possible. They start with no chill here
apparently.
“Regina is opening with an unusual strategy. Unless Ginger drank a
swimming pool before this match or is willing to get really messy
right away, she will likely on eliminate only a few contestants. It
seems like Regina is taking the guttier angle on this match-up.”
Apple says into a radio announcer microphone.
Ginger tells the assembled people to lie down in tight rows under
pelvis. Her weight crashes down on them suddenly and I audibly gasp
when I see this. From the first shot it looks like she has crushed
all of them in a single go. The shot changes perspective and the
contestants are still very much alive. A rush of piss erupts over the
crowd. Those at the peripheries try to free themselves from Ginger’s
weight. One succeeds but most of them are forced down by streams of
piss streaming out in a stochastic fashion from the writhing mass on
people. Sounds of screaming crescendo then are cut off by the sound
of rushing water. Ginger lets up. As she rises, drips of pee fall
down onto the crowd below. A few rise but many writhe on the ground
as they try to rise. Many are vomiting up piss. All told only four
were killed in the deluge.
There’s an odd intermission in the middle of this. A platform is
wheeled out from off camera and a group of people clean off Ginger’s
snatch. The focus is on the clean-up crew who in teams start with a
hose, then sponges, then towels, and then a group that just seemed to
kiss her skin as they passed. Another clean-up crew can be seen at
the edge of the screen. This crew appears to be removing the dead
contestants and cleaning up the survivors. I had to watch this part
of the video multiple times to actually see what was happening
because the main focus alternates between the clean-up of Ginger’s
pelvis and banter between the giants and Apple. The exchange happens
with multiple camera angles. This 20 minute porno had to have a
production crew rivalling that of a cinema studio. How could dozens
of people just go about their normal day as boom mic operators and
set dressers, while one of the stars just burst a man open with the
violence of her stream of piss?
The audio commentary has totally moved on the from the horror of what
has just happened. Instead, the tone is like that of two wrestlers
mouthing off at each other. Apple thinks Regina picked the wrong
strategy since it only eliminated four contestants, which means the
game is wide open for Ginger to remove at least 10 contestants in the
next round.
“No, I will take Regina up on this.” Ginger says. “We’re
gonna play four or more. Each of my challenges will be too hard to
actually get four. It’s a game of precision today, not chaos.”
“Precision? More like a damn tease. If we only do four at time, my
pussy is going to be aching forever before I get to cum.” Regina
replies making an effusive, pouty face. “You had better fuck me
into oblivion after this!”
The next challenge was less gruesome but equally appalling. Regina is
dared to convince at least four people to walk voluntarily into
Ginger’s mouth. Regina casually sets herself down in front of the
group with her mouth open before them. She is casual in her movements
but everything feels neatly choreographed from the cute “aww”
sound that she makes to lying down in such a way that her bare
nipples are still visible to the camera. Ginger for her part lowers
herself down so that her lips are just above the crowd. She speaks in
a whispered sultry voice that I am sure is being picked up by a boom
mic operator.
“Go on, little ones, Ginger is waiting for you. You know how this
game works, it’s only going to get more horrible for you. Take the
easy way out.”
She licks her lips and continues.
“Look at how beautiful Ginger is. Her vivid green eyes, her
beautiful red hair falling down her face. You know how lucky you are
that I even let you be in the presence of my wife. Go on make her
happy.”
She licks her lips again and now drool is falling out of her lips
onto the contestants. One contestant climbs into Ginger’s mouth by
hoisting himself up grabbing onto her bottom teeth.
“I’m being still being calm and smooth because we’re on camera.
But I’ll let you all in on a little secret. I’m really, really
furious that you would all insult my wife like this. That you could
look upon her lips and not want to do everything in your power to be
touched by them? Are you hoping maybe that you’ll get to touch my
lips? If you are, you should know that I plan on tearing you limb
from limb because you are too cowardly to submit to my wife.”
Regina is clicking her teeth together behind the contestants at this
point until three more finally climb in. Ginger rolls the single
person on her tongue over. He shouts in surprise. Regina’s teeth
are scrapping against contestants until three finally crack and enter
the abyss of Ginger’s mouth. Ginger swallows them each in turn and
then shows her empty mouth to the camera. The tone is playful. But I
can’t stop staring at her abdomen. There are four people trapped in
one of the most horrible fates trapped inside her stomach. One woman
able to exert ultimate authority over anyone that she wanted.
“Tie game after round one!” Apple interjects. “Which makes it
technically a tie but judging by how wet I am right now, I think
Ginger’s dare is slightly in the lead if this game ends in a tie.
Regina – you have some ground to make-up.”
“Oh Apple, I know how much you want to be eaten by Ginger. If you
ask nicely, I’m sure that she will eat you right before she puts on
the strap-on. Wouldn’t that be fun to have your world violently
shaken, listening to lovely Ginger fuck me? It would be closest you
could get to actually getting to fuck me, Apple.”
Apple smiles awkwardly. She recovers by whipping out a hand fan to
play up how turned on she is by the notion.
“Reggie’s just covering for how bad she’s gonna lose. And I’m
not eating you, Apple. At least not today. A gal like you pairs with
a nice glass of port not with the riff raff in my stomach right now-”
Regina grabs Ginger’s waist. Ginger is taken by surprise and loses
her balance. Her ass is now pointed right at the main camera.
“Besides, I’m not playing for your approval today Apple. I’m
playing for all of the losers who want to be humiliated by Gingey.
Imagine seeing a girl this sexy and all you can imagine is being lost
inside her asshole.”
With that comment, Regina dared Ginger to fart as many contestants as
she could to death. The contestants dutifully lined up rows similar
to the first challenge.
“You are all so lucky!” Regina exclaimed as she looked down upon
them. Her smile seemed deeply genuine. “It’s only a few lucky
people, myself included, who have been farted on by Ginger. It’s
the best! There is no better feeling than having a woman so beautiful
perched atop of you while you writhe underneath her barely being
noticed by her.”
It was so eerie to watch. The angle of the camera switched to viewing
upwards towards Ginger as she squatted down. She jiggled her butt
cheeks together for effect as she slowly pulled down the underwear
she had been wearing for the whole video. There was a brief glimpse
of her pussy that transfixed me. So much power in her lust.
Everything was quiet during this sequence until her bare asshole
unleashed everything onto the crowd. The sound distorted the audio
quality from its sheer force. The crowd, which was previously quietly
waiting their fate, began to scream. From the low angle, the
silhouettes of people trying to get up and then falling over each
other to escape was visible.
The chaos is interrupted by the appearance of Regina’s face as she
assessed the damages. The view point switches and now we can see a
few attempting a carry away the injured. Regina is counting people on
the ground. Most appear to be moving.
“Looks like you only got one contestant, Gingey.” Regina licks a
finger and presses it against a contestant who is still lying on her
back struggling to breath. The woman sticks to Regina’s finger and
Regina licks her off her finger. “Well, two if you count this one.”
Apple chimes in to declare Regina the winner. Ginger counters that
they are actually tied and Regina needs to win one more challenge.
Apple equivocates and seems like she might still side with Regina.
“This ass can obliterate anyone one-on-one. You want to take that
chance, Apple?” Ginger pulls one of her cheeks off to the side and
hovers her asshole close to Apple. Apple concedes immediately.
“I need to kiss to show that you still know your place.” Apple
does not hesitate and almost falls out of her booth to
enthusiastically kiss Ginger’s ass.
Ginger challenges Regina to circumcise four contestants. I couldn’t
bare to watch this part and skipped over it. The frame that I skipped
to was a close-up of Regina’s lips with a thin trail of blood. It
looks like she did it the traditional way.
“Well, looks like we still have ten contestants left. Guess we
should advertise for a post-show.” Apple says.
“Oh! Are we selling products and services?” Regina cuts in. “I
fucking love capitalism. These losers toil day and night, feel
absolutely dead when they come home, and then watch us torment others
like them just to feel something. Isn’t that wonderful? Well,
anyways it’s time to squeeze you for more profits since it’s my
birthday next week. I’m raising all our stores prices by 50%
tomorrow as an anti-sale. It will remain that high until we pass
$10,000 in sales. So whales who are flush with cash but too cowardly
to actually volunteer, now is your chance to get our attention.”
While Regina is mocking her audience the remaining contestants are
being lowered onto a large iced cake. Regina picks up the finished
cake.
“Maybe if we get enough donations in the stream, we can convince
Ginger to sit on it before I eat this lovely cake.” She was smiling
enthusiastically. Ginger looks sternly at her bratty companion.
Regina puts on a pouty face and continues, “Come on! That would be
a birthday girl’s best present.”
~~3~~
As a writer from a smutty rag like LewdBoy, I’m often day dreaming
about pretty horny things while standing in queues. It was no
different as I boarded the bus over to Nysa. But the horny images
stuck in my head where my interviewees drowning a crowd of people in
piss and casually swallowing others on camera.
It was in this haze that I realized I had messed up something basic.
I didn’t get any of my money changed. All I had was dollars. To be
honest, I didn’t even bother to look up the currency used in Nysa.
Usually this sort of thing is handled by my editor. I couldn’t
believe that I was going to a place as a crazy as Nysa without any
cash for taxi, food, or potentially bribes if it came to it. I
initially thought my editor had screwed me over but the experience
checking into my hotel showed me different – Nysa has no currency.
I explained my situation to a friendly clerk at the Durruti Co-op. I
asked if he would be able to take dollars or visa.
“What?” The lanky man said. He thought for a moment then
continued, “Tipping isn’t customary in Nysa.”
“No, I mean to pay for the room. If it’s a problem could you tell
me where to find the nearest currency converter?”
The clerk still seemed confused. He asked to see my passport. He
pointed out the sticker from the border agent.
“The visa that you got is a permit to live in Nysa. The fee that
you paid went to the local council to cover the costs of setting you
up here.”
“Okay but how do I pay for my accommodation?”
“You mean to pay rent?”
“Yes.” I said, a little bit irritated. His English was perfect so
I didn’t understand why it was so hard to get my bill.
“Serfdom hasn’t been a thing for ages. When you live somewhere,
you become part of the co-operative that operates it. Our co-op
requires a year of residence before you become a voting member. Since
you’re not staying that long, we won’t make you contribute. No
rent without representation and all that.”
“What’s the local currency then? How will I buy food?”
“I’m sorry, buy food? You need food to live, bud, why would you
have to pay for something like that? If you’re hungry you can go
visit the babas. This city is built like concentric rings that
alternate between urban areas and farm/park areas. If you go to the
park areas you should be able to find the babas by the scents coming
from their carts. Be careful though, most folk here like their food
spicy.”
“So I don’t need any money?” I asked at this point absolutely
incredulous.
“I don’t see what you’d need any script for. Script is mostly
used for transactions between co-operatives, the government, and the
Girls. Individuals invest their script either in projects they want
to support in their co-ops or councils and most folk allocate some to
buying a bigger stake in the lottery.”
“The lottery?” I asked.
“Yea, the first every month is lottery day. It’s a public holiday
where the name of the next group of tributes are announced. Everyone
over 25 is automatically entered. Your name is in the lottery pool a
hundred times and you can buy out up to 99 of your entries to
decrease your chances of being a tribute. But seeing as you’re not
staying long enough to be a resident, I don’t think it matters to
you.”
“Are you in the lottery? Are you scared about what happens if you
are picked? I’ve seen some pretty horrible things happen in their
videos.”
“Life always has its risk. It’s unlikely that I’ll be picked.
Simply isn’t my time yet.”
~~4~~
I wandered through the market in the middle of the day when it was
fairly quiet. Most of the stalls had a selection of goods to take
home at one end and a person cooking meals at the other. Behind the
stalls was a large park. A few older men were playing a game of
soccer with kids. I asked around later and was told that the workers
in this area are called babas because they are grandparents.
Grandparents in Nysian culture look after young children. So one
grandparent is working in the stalls while the other is tending to a
group of local kids. Due to the age of the workers, the pace of
service was incredibly slow. If the stall you wanted was busy, you’d
be much better off looking for another stall than wait for the other
person’s meal to be finished. This is an effect of age, but also
how plain-old chatty babas are. Gossip billows into the air
intertwined with smoke from the barbeques.
It was, in other words, a great place to do an interview. I sat down
at a stall and talked to man in his seventies. He was still quite
spry with a deep tan. He tossed a mixture of vegetables artfully in a
wok. He nodded rhythmically to my questions, answered each question
with a soft “hmmmm...” before he started talking. The interview
was interrupted several times by him yelling back to his wife asking
where certain items were. I started by asking him if he has lived
here all of his life.
“Hmmm...” He paused for a long moment before, “Well, you see it
was actually only 30 years ago that I moved here. It was the fifth
year since the invasion of Isan. The people there had a terrible
revolution. They murdered their care-takers and we were told by our
care-takers that without them – Isan would surely fall into a state
of utter anarchy. Our troops were sent in their to police the
uncared-for people and arrest evil-doers who caused mischief in the
city. After five years, nothing had really been accomplished. We were
told that what was needed was a surge to finally win the day.
“But we all could see their stomachs growing more rotund. We knew
where all the prisoners from Isan were going. But it wasn’t my
problem, well you see, until we got the draft notice for my son.”
This old man must have been from the United Federation. He must have
been pretty scared of losing his son to pick a place like this. I
asked him if he was afraid of coming here.
“Hmmm...?” This time it sounded like he didn’t understand what
I had said. “Well, you see son all of life has risk. You just weigh
the pros and cons.”
“But aren’t you worried about ending up in one of their videos?”
I asked.
“Uh-huh, that’s right. Y’know, it’ll be an unfortunate day.”
I pressed him on what he thought of their business. He told me that
it makes lots of money for the community. I couldn’t believe this.
“Hmmm... what did you think they were doing with the money? What
business does a giant woman have with money?”
He explained to me that the sale of their videos goes into general
revenue for the Nysian government. It’s a nationalized industry of
sorts. The Hollywood grandeur that goes into their production is
because it is the production of sovereign state. This made the whole
set-up even stranger to me. Here this man had fled the United
Federation to avoid his son being drafted into war but entered into a
society where any of them could be drafted into a porno and make the
ultimate sacrifice to get a giantess off. I tried to get more out of
the baba about how this deal made sense to him. It seemed like he
didn’t even understand my position. Finally, he said something that
stuck with me.
“Hmmm...” He looked pensively into his wok. “Well, you see it
was not much better even before the war. I was born right after the
Great Shrinking. For my parent’s generation it was a wonderful
thing. The world was on the brink of disaster from climate change
induced by over consumption. The cities they grew up in became
miserably hot. Shrinking more than 99% of the population would put an
end to that resource drain and allow everyone to still live with a
high quality life. But you see, it didn’t work out that way for my
generation. Rents got higher even though there should have been no
limit on space for us as tiny people. And as our medical system got
better, it got more expensive. The patents on the miniaturized
medical equipment raised costs and only the care-takers could ever
see the original machines owing to their size. A humiliating death is
one thing to bare but a humiliating life is a struggle borne every
day. I chose dignity in life and I’ll make peace with death when it
comes to it.”
~~5~~
It is hard to do an interview when there is such a substantial
imbalance of power. It is a very delicate calculation. Of prime
importance is not angering the subject or creating a situation where
they become a hostile. Extreme emotion of any kind is not allowed.
But on the other hand going kid gloves on them is a sign of
disrespect. They know what’s happening, so this will be interpreted
either as cowardice on my part or will be seen as trying to gentle
parent a tyrannical toddler. It’s a tight rope act. The strategy is
to ask what seem like sincere or difficult questions that play right
into what they want to talk about. Not really an interviewer, but a
professional producer of propaganda. Of course, these are the same
kid gloves if you think the subject is a tyrannical toddler but
they’ll be so in love with themselves to feel an extreme emotion
about it.
I speak from experience. I wrote about General Kos back in my war
reporter days and the interview felt similar. The entire time, all
that I had in my head was the video that went viral of him bayoneting
prisoners. I had no business talking to this man. But I gave him an
interview that let him explain – in detail – the race crimes of
his enemies. I’m not going to win a Pulitzer for what I wrote about
the civil war in Revachol but I am still alive today. Let the fact of
my continued survival, alert you to a similar tone in this piece.
We met in the living room of their residence in Nysa. It felt like a
normal living room. A bit dated, I guess it’s hard to get furniture
that large, but it was exactly what I would have seen circa 2000.
Everything was just bigger. I was sitting on their wooden coffee with
an office desk and a few chairs arranged on top for me. The vantage
point of the two titans was bizarre. I could only fully make out
their faces when they were looking directly at me. Otherwise their
neck and part of their face disappeared behind the horizon line of
their breasts. The other thing that surprised me was their dress.
Working for this outfit, I’m use to pretty skimpy outfits. But
Ginger and Regina elected to go semi-formal, perhaps because I’m
the first journalist to sincerely come knocking. Ginger wore a blue
button up shirt with her sleeves artfully rolled into a cuff. She
wore a vest that from her pride when I complimented it, suggests that
she knit it herself. Regina wore an earth toned button-up shirt that
I have only ever seen people wear on camping trips and a small,
tight-fitting toque. Her muscles were barely contained through the
shirt. I knew that they were a lesbian couple. But I’m so used to
it being a porn lesbian couple that I didn’t think about them as an
actual lesbian couple. In any other situation, I would have opened
with a joke about these two fitting the cottage-core lesbian
stereotype perfectly. The first thing I said was a squeaky voice
crack that I tried to disguise as a cough.
I tried to gain my composure from two looks of what-an-absolute-idiot
and start with a thanks for meeting with me when I heard a crash then
the breaking of glass in another room. Ginger got up and walked
quickly into their kitchen. I tensed up. I had watched too much
giantess themed porn preparing for this interview. I knew what came
next and I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to see it live.
Ginger entered the room and the first words out her mouth were “is
everyone all right?” She proceeded to lower a few people down to
help someone who looked injured while Ginger swept up broken glass.
Before returning I heard her joking with the injured person. Ginger
said that she had better actually take time off this time and that
the next time Ginger saw her she better have a mimosa in her hand or
Ginger was going to put her into a giant mimosa. Ginger returned and
was quite apologetic.
“Sorry, these things happen.” Ginger said. “It’s an
unfortunate thing of mixed size accommodations. We can’t have the
safety protections that would be common in other places. We try to
make it better over time. Thankfully, just a broken wrist.”
I had to ask. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. I paused for
so long that something meaningful had to come out of my mouth. So I
didn’t sugar coat it. I asked, “I thought you eat the broken
ones.”
“Oh my goddess!” Ginger put her head into her face. “Seriously?”
“Not everything is porn! Nicole is on my staff. We love our
household staff!” Regina interjected. “We have hospitals. Do you
guys really think we don’t have hospitals here because we eat
everyone that gets injured? That’s hilarious. Of course not!”
I interjected with my confusion about the cognitive dissonance.
“What dissonance?” Regina continued. “We have a process for who
gets sacrificed. It’s the social contract of Nysa. It’s how all
of this works. If it’s not your time, it’s not your time. Nicole
is going to get wonderful care from our wonderful nurses and doctors.
Now, if she feels a lot of pain and wants to make a voluntary
sacrifice, my belly is eager to have her.”
One thing I also should have realized is that these two are
politicians. Regina was actually pandering during this interview to
the nurses the union. Regina would later show me a political cartoon
that depicted her shooting a video and sacrifices being sent to the
‘National Jacuzzi.’ The fact that she showed it to me suggests
that it was taken in good humour. I tried to salvage the situation
from what was a pretty jarring faux pas. And so dear reader, I
present the interview.
Duane: I’ve watched some of your videos and I have to say the
content is pretty extreme.
Ginger (interjecting): So you’re a connoisseur?
D: Well, that’s my job. In a lot of porn in this genre it quite
often comes back to dominance and submission. The giantess fetish has
the most extreme elements of dominance and submission than I have
encountered in any genre. So how does this dominance feel to you?
G: Indescribable, honestly. I can totally conquer someone. I can have
someone’s will completely ruined by my own. I can control a
situation just by being there – just by the threat of my looming
figure. I love shooting scenes where someone gets trapped – under
me, up my ass, in my stomach – and I can feel their struggles over
a longer period of time. It feels so powerful because to me its one
of many sensations but to the person who is trapped it is the fight
of their life.
Regina: I do actually feel a little bad dominating others. It’s not
really who I am. I’m 100% a service sub at heart. What gets me
going during a scene is when I’m dominating someone and I see how
hot it’s making Ginge. That’s when you see the real climax from
me. I also try to make sure that sacrifices get to go out horny,
excited, or enthralled. I’m the kind of girl that sucks before I
swallow, y’know?
D: That’s an interesting point. Do you ever feel bad about the
sacrifice system?
G: No. I built the life that I want to live. I feel fucking ecstatic
everyday. I wake up every morning next to an amazing gal, have a
lovely staff, and I get to live a life with so much sexual pleasure.
What’s there to feel bad about?
D: Really? Thousands of lives and no feelings about the morality of
it?
R: Do you ask these questions to your leaders? Did President Clifton
feel bad about drone striking wedding parties in Isan? If you asked,
I’m sure you’d get a teary eyed speech about the sacrifices and
mistakes that happen in the fog of war. But here’s the open secret.
People at the top of the pyramid don’t care about people that far
below them. Clifton cares about you, like you care about a bug. Ginge
and I are honest about how we feel. We don’t hide behind a
smokescreen. When we kill, at least we will tell you that it was fun.
D: Okay, let’s roll with this line of thinking. Why are you two
porn stars as opposed to queens or more conventional national
leaders?
G: Cause it’s fun. We’re literally giants, why should we behave
like the old ways and wear purple robes and throw stuffy-ass parties?
You just asked me if I felt bad for dominating others. It doesn’t
matter if I do it as a sex worker or as a president. It’s the same
thing. Unnatural hierarchies are the problem but they’re hard to
avoid when size is such a large part of the dynamic.
R: The practical reason is that it makes money. Perverts all other
the world want to see how many people can fit into Ginge’s coochie.
And that’s the deal. We have our fun but we use these profits to
fund our collective industries. We live in a society where workers
own the means of production and run them democratically. We have
freedoms unimaginable in other places. Yes, there’s a cost of
running things this way but that deal is written on welcome sign.
D: Ginger, you have an image of a woman smoking a cigarette wearing a
CNT cap tattooed onto your thigh. When I saw that I thought you were
going for a rebel woman aesthetic. But your last answer makes you
sound like you’re sincerely an anarchist. How do you mesh being an
anarchist and also a ruler?
G: Women make their own history, but they do make it as they please
but under circumstances given and transmitted from the past. In my
head and my ideal way of being, I’m an anarchist. But Regina has
fed me enough Marx and discussion of material conditions to make me
see the utility of a state. Abandoning a state would be lovely but
the hostility of other nations makes that goal difficult to ascertain
in practice. If we left today, your home country would have tanks
here by next week.
D: So then Regina – is monarchy the best way to usher in the
dictatorship of the proletariat?
R: You surprise me, Duane. A few minutes ago, I thought you were
going piss yourself the moment we started speaking. And know you feel
comfortable enough to call me out. Some monarch I am. I should get my
royal gavel and see how you dance when I bang it on the table. But
first tell me, are you a liberal?
D: I... I am...? Yea.
R: The gavel thing was a joke – please don’t actually piss
yourself. It’s high quality wood that you’re standing on. So
you’re in favour of political constitutions, private property, the
rule of law, that sort of thing?
D: Yep. The political settlements of the 19th and 20th
century created conditions for political freedom. That freedom is why
someone like Karl Marx was able to live in England and not a Prussian
dungeon.
R: Right, and in your contention then these elements of a liberal
democracy justify its existence. Whereas two horny porn stars is a
ridiculous framework for a society. Makes as much sense as a watery
bint giving King Arthur a sword as a justification to rule. I see
your premise but I think they are equally silly. Yours is a system
where old powerful men interpret the rules laid out by dead powerful
men based on their personal interests in property. It’s elaborate
theatre. But in your society all of the giants hold massive political
or economic power and give a small amount of administrative control
to a clique of professional managers. They do a song and dance for
you tiny people every few years but then go back to doing their own
thing in boardrooms afterwards. And you know what, that’s just too
fucking boring for me.
D: So you’re saying that a monarchy is the better way to go? A
system with no fixed rules and no order?
G: No order? Am I the first anarchist that you’ve ever spoken too.
We have so much order and procedure. Democracy governs all of our
businesses and political institutions. There are elections for some
positions and sortition for others to maximize participation.
R: We don’t have the power of monarchs. We have the power of
grandmas with wooden spoons. I’ve seen giants conquering cities
with force. But that’s not us. If we do that, we lose everything
that we built. You actually think we would collapse a few buildings
to get our way? No! We negotiate with our political institutions. The
workers in our home are part of our cooperative and we make decisions
together. Obviously, we have influence because of our position but
the truth is that a lot of people like it this way.
G: Geez, I didn’t expect that we’d get grilled so hard from a
reporter from LewdBoy.
D: I didn’t expect to have to print a full Marxist syllabus in my
article. But in the effort to keep my readership engaged, let’s
switch to some reader questions. How do you foresee the longevity of
your business as you get older?
R: I actually like the idea of being an old porn star. It feels kinda
empowering, y’know? Like women are infantilized when they are young
and then thrown away when they become an old hag. But I like the idea
of millions of fans being mesmerized by my wrinkly ass. Cause old
women are fucking powerful.
G: Reggie is still quite breedable though. So maybe we’ll do it the
old fashion way and have successors for our porn business. If one of
your readers can afford a dowry for a lady this pulchritudinous, then
maybe I could be swayed to give away her hand in marriage.
D: Our female readers want to know which is better – a full-sized
cock or multiple tinies?
G: Tinies, especially when they are experienced, are like the best
vibrator you could possibly find. They can find and massage areas
that I didn’t even know where there. So many little hands
everywhere. Can’t beat it.
R: I don’t know. I love being filled with a good cock. If he has
his hands wrapped around my neck...
G: What if I put some tinies on the strap for you?
Regina’s response were more lustful sounds than words.
D: You have people who are intimately experienced with you. Are any
of them lovers? Is jealousy ever an issue?
G: So we’re poly. I think it’s good to have a wide array of
friends and lovers. And like we’re just so damn horny all the time
that invariably friends become lowers. But before your fans get too
excited remember that being our intimate is leaving the regular world
and becoming part of our cult. It’s sex, it’s drugs, it’s
working out with Reggie. But it’s also not forever. You only get
into this circle by being absolutely devoted. And that means
sometimes when you play in Reggie’s mouth, I tell her to go all the
way.
~~6~~
The interview was concluded rather abruptly and turned into a
practical demonstration. Regina had stood up during Ginger’s
response and returned with something – that I quickly realized was
someone – in her hands. Out of her hands and onto the table strode
an athletic fellow. He had flowly blond hair and a delicately built
upper body. My focus went quickly to what he was hiding behind a
tight pair of bike shorts, the only thing that he was wearing.
“When I heard Regina moan like that, I was counting down the
seconds until I knew she was going to come find me.” He extended
his hand out to me and continues, “I’m Raphael. I’m an intimate
but more or less a professional sex toy.”
“Ah, that explains your physique.”
“Precisely. I spend more of my days practising acrobatics because a
strong and nimble upper body is absolutely necessary to please a
goddess of this size.” He smiled disarmingly. “So would you like
to take a turn as a sex toy or has the reporter life made you too
soft?”
Okay, journalistic ethics 101 is that as a journalist you try to stay
separated from your subject or the thing that you are witnessing.
When I reported on riots, I tried to keep a clear separation between
me, the crowds, and the police – hoping that cops wouldn’t crack
my skull as well. Now that I work in a more risque scene, I stay out
of things because of the messy legality of sex work in general. But.
Where I was this was legal, it was clearly not exploitative and let’s
be honest this is the single craziest thing that anyone has ever
offered to me. Should I have been terrified and meekly declined? Yes.
Was that at all what I was going to do? No.
Raphael had me strip on the table and change into a similar set of
bike shorts. The Girls watched me intently during this. I was slow to
strip fully naked while changing but reckoned that if Regina was
going to show me hers, I could show her mine. When I was ready,
Regina picked both of us up as Ginger unbuttoned her pants and slid
them off.
“I thought Regina was the horny one?” I asked
“Oh she is, but she always has to go after Ginger. I’ll bet you
that Regina probably cums from just watching Ginger.”
Standing on Regina’s mons pubis was a bizarre experience. Her skin
was soft under me and it made it hard to walk. As my feet pressed
deeper I could feel the fibres of her muscles just below. It was like
walking on a tightly wound suspension bridge. Also like a suspension
bridge, the level shifted as she took sharp breaths in. The feeling
of two tiny people walking along her pelvis seemed to be making her
excited already. For the first time, I saw pubic hair that did in
fact look like a tangled red bush. Raphael walked calmly onto her
clitoris. He gingerly worked his hands under her folds and began to
caress his hands in a back-and-out motion. He called for me to follow
and I tried on her other side.
“Gentle, bud. We have really nimble fingers relative to her size.
If you go softer it feels like sensation but with no source. It winds
Ginger up really quickly. When you hear the change in her breath,
follow me to the centre and start making rings with your tongue. But
don’t smash your face into her clit like a buffoon.”
Raphael was hyper aware of changes in Ginger’s states. Her hips
bucked under us and he grabbed my hand and showed me the pressure
that I should be using now. As we worked I became drenched in a
mixture of my own sweet and the wetness coming from Ginger’s clit.
The air was heavy the smell of her sex.
I looked behind me to see where Regina had gone. Regina was set-up at
the edge of the couch. Ginger’s foot was in her hands and Regina
was kissing up her soles. Her eyes were closed and she was enraptured
with her task.
“Are you ready to go in?” Raphael asked and I nodded. “Okay,
there’s a couple moves that you can do. The basic move is to just
insert yourself in and out slowly. Get down as far as you can while
still being able to hoist yourself back up. If you go in be very
careful because it’s surprisingly easy to get disoriented. You
bring some air in with you but it doesn’t last a long time and you
need to know how to get out. I’m gonna say that you should work
yourself into it and then submerge yourself. Try to rest your back on
the entrance and gently swing your legs out and then flex them back
in. Go slow so that if you’re bad at it as, it’s not a major
discomfort.”
“What do I do if I get lost?”
“Tell you what, I’ll lie down on the outside and put both of my
arms in. I’ll keep my hands around you and if I feel you struggling
or panicking then I’ll pull you right out.”
That was probably as much safety as I was going to get. I scooted
down and prepared to push in with my feet.
“Hold up! What are you doing? That’s her bladder. Try next door.
Oh! And if you panic try not to kick her bladder or I’m going to
get a face full of piss.”
I swear it’s really disorienting to see a vagina at this size. I
put my feet on the opening to vagina and waited for an approving nod
from Raphael. I slowly pressed my feet in and felt Ginger release a
deep breath. I sprung into action to. Entering a woman feels just as
good feet-first as dick-first it turns out. The warm, smooth embrace
was actually incredibly soothing. And as I sunk in the overwhelming
smell was like a hypnotic. I know that I was supposed to work up to
it but I just kept going.
Inside was dark. It was much hotter. Her juices covered me everywhere
and before I knew it was in my mouth and eyes. I extended my legs
slowly and brought them back to my body. I could hear my own
heartbeat in my ears, the exertion and heat must have sent my blood
pressure through the roof. Then I felt a tug as Raphael pulled me
out. He got me out part way and I took in a cool breath. I told him I
was fine. I was actually better than fine and demanded to go back in
right away.
This went on for a few cycles. I tried to stay for as long as I could
each time. There was something that was really peaceful about the
rhythmic motions; about being swallowed up and squeezed against. It
felt like a trance. My cock was stiffer than it had ever been in my
life. No thoughts were in my head. It was a world of a pure
sensation.
Raphael pulled me but this time the outside environment was ever
hotter and stickier. I felt a warm rush of air against my back. As I
wiped my eyes I saw that Regina had joined the party and was eagerly
tonguing Ginger’s clit. Raphael gave me a shrug and I slid back in.
He let me stay in for longer the next few times. I could hear him and
Regina laughing. Regina’s tongue slipped in and ran down the small
of my back. She laughed. I couldn’t make out what they were talking
about but Regina’s booming voice added to my sensory overload. I
was pulled back out. Regina was kissing Raphael. Her lips covered
most of his body. He gave me a quick glance and let me in once more.
I had only been down briefly when Raphael’s hands dug into my
abdomen. It was so abrupt that I jerked forward with my whole body in
shock. He was pulling me out but it also felt like he wasn’t moving
his arms. When my eyes adjusted to the outside, I realized that it
wasn’t Raphael doing the pulling. His waist was trapped in Regina’s
mouth. As I came out her let go of me and more of his body was pulled
into Regina’s mouth. The ground moved under me as Ginger sat up.
“Show me.” She said as she grabbed lightly onto Regina’s neck.
Regina dutifully extended her tongue with Raphael on it. As he was
pulled back in Ginger kissed Regina. Ginger grabbed me as she
straddled over Regina. She put me onto Regina’s pussy then stared
at me until I got the message. I went did the in and out motion that
Raphael had first showed me. Ginger returned her attention to Regina.
She kissed down Regina’s neck then whispered into her ear.
“Swallow him.”
I paused to watch was happening. Regina swallowed Raphael with almost
no resistance. I stopped because the moment felt so intense but this
only attracted the ire of Ginger, who slid he fingers under me and
forced me into Regina.
“Good girl.”
My heart rate must have been over a thousand. I thought in that
moment I was going to be pressed into her G-spot until I expired. But
Ginger knew what she was doing. She pulled back routinely for air.
There was nothing that I could do. I just let this all wash over me.
The Girls regained their composure and cuddled briefly. I was placed
back onto the table. Two women came out to greet me. One of them
handed me a towel, the other one gave me a mimosa. The woman with the
mimosa interrupted the two titans who were in the midst of fixing up
their clothes.
“Did I miss it?” She said, a clear tone of annoyance in her
voice.
“Nicole!” Ginger said. “I told you to relax!”
“This is how I relax, Gingey-spice. See I’ve got the mimosa and I
wanted the show.”
I was shocked to hear this woman speaking with that tone to Ginger,
who I had just see eat a guy whole. But Ginger did actually seem to
be apologetic.
“Sorry.” Ginger said. “I got carried away. And besides, I
thought all of you were going to take the rest of the day off?”
Regina and Ginger returned to a hospitable disposition. They thanked
me for coming out and apologized that they had to leave quickly.
Ginger told me it was because they had to attend a meeting with
representatives for the utilities syndicate. But Nicole had a
different a theory that she told me after they had left.
“Regina probably wants to spend a few moments in private with
Raphael. It’s the polite way to honour his sacrifice.” She said.
I was shocked that Regina had eaten him so abruptly. I asked Nicole
about it.
“He wanted that so badly. When we were told about your visit,
Ginger was insistent that we eat someone in front of the reporter. We
all thought it would be funny. And Raff was just so eager to
volunteer. Once his hand shot up, we knew that’s how it was going
down.”
“He volunteered?” I asked. “Why?”
“I think you know why. What did you feel when you were inside
them?”
“Bliss, weirdly. My whole body felt like it was overwhelmed with
terror. My blood was pulsing, I heard a ringing in my ears, and I was
hyper aware of all of my senses. But the intensity felt like it
rolled over from the point of terror to bliss. I had no thoughts, I
just – was.”
“So, imagine that you have access to the state frequently.” She
started. “You get into this excited and meditative experience every
few days. It’s addictive. Being so utterly dominated like that
brings this serenity for a while and you want it back. It’s like a
hack to feeling like you’re in the right place. Some of us pace
ourselves with it, find a rhythm that works but some just can’t
stop. And Raff, oh man, he couldn’t constrain himself. Every moment
he was either exercising to be better at stimulating them, teasing
them, smoking weed, or so far up Ginger’s ass that he needed a head
lamp.
“He wanted to feel it more and more. And really there’s one
ultimate way to feel euphoria that comes from total surrender. It’s
to be totally consumed. To be food in the primal state of nature as a
prey animal.”
“That sounds like an overdose.” I said.
“It kind of is. But he knew what he wanted.”
“So this was all planned? He didn’t let on that this was going to
happen at all.” I said.
“Really? A trooper to the end. I’m impressed in his faithfulness
to do exactly as Ginger commanded.” She had a small tear that I
couldn’t tell if it was joy or sadness. “I’m going to miss,
Raff. But I’ll be happy to tell our children about his heroism.”
~~7~~
To write this article, I travelled to utopia. Like all utopias it is
utopia in the eye in the view of some and a horrifying dystopia to
others. I didn’t think that I was going to utopia. I thought I was
going to a weird sex cult to visit a population enslaved by the
sexual whim of their two masters. But when I tried to interview these
masters, they only really wanted to talk about Marx and Kropotkin. As
titans of their society, it seems like Ginger and Regina provide
support to different factions in their socialist utopia leading to
stable political equilibrium – and further something amounting to a
freedom that I have never experience in my life.
But this is built on a system of human sacrifice that would make the
Aztecs blush. What I saw among the inner crew was undoubtedly a cult.
Meditative and totally willing to give themselves to their spiritual
leaders. Outside of the halls of their palace, a populace lived with
indifference and seemed to take the occasional humiliation of seeing
their friends tortured and eaten by a horny giantess as the cost of
living in a free society. On the outside it seems like an absurd
political reality. Blood spilled in pointless ritual. The hallmarks
of a mad tyranny with nothing that can constrain them. But all
societies have spilled blood pointlessly in imperial wars, great
leaps forward, and prison-industrial complexes. Ultimately,
governance comes from a monopoly on force. And force has to be used
in someway to be understood and respected.
What Nysa has ended up with is a rule by sex workers who legitimately
seem to care for their society. The society that has developed there
is freer than mine in every sense of the word – no rent, no food
inflation, no censorship, and democracy in every institution that I
saw. I spent a few minutes with them and felt like I could speak
freely. I don’t know why, maybe it was just the absurdity of the
power differential that made fear seem irrelevant. And this is paid
for with sacrifice. I have been conditioned all my life to believe
that sacrifice had to be martial or of righteous martyrs. But it
turns out that it just has to be. We could sacrifice our young men in
a war of patriotic defense, our enemies on the pyramids of
Tenochtitlan or our friends by lottery to be playthings to a giant
lesbian couple and achieve the same result. Perhaps it the
in-your-face absurdity of way that the monopoly of violence manifests
itself that such a free society has come about. If the ultimate
political sacrifice in your society is to ride a dildo into the ass
of a giant submissive, then maybe its easier to laugh at the
absurdity of politics and build what you want.