New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 1: New Valis

Lisa, First Priestess of Valis

Sitting on a shipping container was a new experience for Lisa. Until recently she had been a cashier at a supermarket. Now she found herself larger than life, surrounded by press and cameras. At one hundred feet tall, she felt very self-conscious, crossing her legs to stop the crowds staring up her knee-length white skirt. In the back of her mind, she could feel the presence of the Goddess, The one who had chosen her to be her ambassador, the one who had shown her the meaning of power, Lisa still felt the terror lingering from the demonstration she had been forced to witness. 

Her toes were cold in the sea breeze as she sat patiently waiting for the press to be ready for her. She mentally ran over the points she needed to address in her head as she looked over the large crowd surrounding her. So many eyes on her, and more the other side of the cameras, she uncrossed her legs to straighten herself up. *Crunch* Her soft sandal touched the firm concrete, and a splash of red erupted from underneath. Lisa gasped, her hand over her mouth as she peered down. 

"Oh, Fuck, I'm sorry, Please don't stand so close to me!" 

The group gathering around her foot was screaming up at her while others were on their knees crying. Lisa lifted her foot to inspect the mess on the bottom of her shoe when he heard the subtle whispers in her mind; 

‘You are above them. You serve Me, Remember your place and theirs." 

The words were firm, reassuring and terrifying at the same time. Lisa swallowed hard as she lowered her foot back to the floor, resting it on its heel and lifting it so they could all see the remains smeared across the sole. She rested her hands on her knees as she tried to steady her voice.

    "Clean this mess from my shoe. Next time be more aware of where you are!"

The crowd stared at her with a mix of horror and anger as she gently waved her foot back and forward, holding a firm stare on them. Lisa cleared her throat and nodded towards her foot. The gesture had the desired effect as a fire truck was ushered through the press groups; its hoses turned towards her large sole. Lisa smiled at the strange feeling as the pressurised water washed the bottom of her sandal. Her Goddess mirrored her satisfaction as she felt the approval wash over her.  

A large blue crane swung around to her, the small box on the end containing the interviewers and additional cameras. Lisa felt the nerves return as she brushed her long blonde hair behind her ears, sitting up as primly as she could and smiling warmly towards the small group before her face. A dozen or so tiny people were staring back, all looking slightly shaken. A little woman in a tight-fitting blue suit lifted a small microphone to her lips and started to speak, the speakers from the crane began to buzz before a young-sounding feminine voice could be heard across the whole harbour. 

    "Hi, Hello, Good Morning, Kate Tomes with AKC News, We are here with Priestess Lisa, She is here to explain what happened to Sydneyville yesterday, The whole city was destroyed, millions were killed, and a colossal force took thousands prisoner. Lisa was the lone survivor, a resident who was left in the aftermath, with a vastly increased physical size. Priestless Lisa, What happened yesterday?"

Lisa blushed as the small reporter summarised her traumatic experience so casually, her tone almost accusing towards the end. Breathing deeply, she calmed herself as she narrowed her gaze and fixed it on the tiny woman before her. She tried to keep her tone sweet, almost sickly so as she corrected the small woman on some of her explanations.

    "Good Morning Kate, Yes, I am the First Priestess of Valis. Yesterday our world was officially claimed by Goddess Valis. The removal of Sydneyville was a small demonstration of her power. She has blessed me with a lot more than physical size. She has imbued with authority to bring our world into line with her divine wishes."

The confused looks on the group in the box before her almost made her giggle as she allowed her eyes to sweep the crowds around her feet, enjoying the mixed reactions across their faces. A male voice came over the speakers as Lisa snapped her focus back to the interviewers, an older man of larger stature had taken the mic from Kate. 

    "What do you mean by claiming? And What kind of authority? Are we supposed to simply surrender to this foreign force simply because you say so?" 

Leaning so that her mouth covered the views of the tiny interviewers she smiled, showing all of her teeth, imaging the effect this would be having on the small people made her feel powerful. Then she whispered with a deadly certainty into the faces of the small reporters.

    "This world and all of its people, are now the property of Goddess Valis. I am here to make sure you all do exactly as she demands; Otherwise, she will return, and it will be more than one city that is removed from existence. "

Her whispers carried through the tiny mic and washed over the assembled crowds, the eerie sound a haunting declaration, the words slowly sunk in those assembled. Leaning back, Lisa stretched her arms over her head, feeling like she had made her point as the small interviewers were getting back to their feet, her breath having pushed them all back. The mic was passed back to the young woman as Lisa lifted an eyebrow, curious about what she would say. 

    "Okay, Okay.... so, Will, you be entering negotiations with the First Minister to discuss a diplomatic path forward?" 

Lisa couldn't stop herself, she burst out in a fit of giggles, both of her feet lifting as her knees curled into her chest. The crowd all gasped and back away as the huge woman slowly recovered, placing her feet back down near the group without a thought for them. Looking back at the small interviewer, Lisa brushed herself down as she regained her composure. The Goddess had let her know it was time. Lisa raised her finger, the slender digit with pastel pink polish shined in the morning sun as she made a slow, deliberate pointing motion towards the capitol building on the other side of the large harbour. A streak of pastel pink power shot from her fingertip, the capitol building, erupting on impact, the entire district reduced flattened rubble. Lisa brought her finger back to her lips and blew gently across the tip. The gasps and screams around her made the sensation of power within her grow even more potent. Smiling back to the interviewers, She snapped her fingers. The snap echoed across the city as a meteor fell from the sky, landing on the space once occupied by the capitol district. 

 As the dust and debris settled, the massive structure came into view, a vast ornate temple, a statue of a woman standing over a sizable ornate chamber. Lisa smiled as she nodded to herself, turning back to the stunned reporters, licking her lips and speaking directly to them, her warm, friendly tones now gone, only condescension remained. 

    "There are no negotiations. This world is now called New Valis, That is the temple to Goddess, There we will offer the Goddess five thousand tributes every month for the rest of time. Any protest to the new order will be offered to the goddess in addition to the monthly tithe. I am the supreme authority of this world now. You will keep me appeased to keep the Goddess appeased. All community leaders are required to attend me in the temple of the Goddess within two weeks from today, or additional tributes will be made."

Jeremy Dole, First Minister of New Valis

The war room went quiet as the footage came in of the capitol building exploding in a cloud of pink energy. Everyone's attention was fixed on the news; the large cashier from Sydneyville was demonstrating impossible abilities with the entire world watching. The appearance of the massive temple shortly after was too much for the First Minister who threw his glass at the large monitor, shattering both. 

    "Who does she think she is, Just declaring ownership of..of...of everything, what gives her the right to claim people's lives!" 

He yelled as he paced around the room, the cabinet all watching him unsure what to say. A young woman sat in the corner spoke up, Jeremy didn't recognise her, assuming she was an intern for one of his advisors he gestured for her to stand. The woman looked young, long purple hair and a slim fit black business suit. She spoke softly but with confidence.

    "If she's a Goddess, should we not do as she says, do we want to risk further wrath?"

The woman sat back down as soon as she had said her piece, she had said what most people in the room seemed to be thinking, but Jeremy couldn't let it be the narrative. He gestured to her with an annoyed shake of the head,

    "Sorry, what was your name?"

He said frustrated as the woman replied, 

    "Oh sorry, Charlotte."

Her reply quick and precise, he nodded before gesturing around the room.

    "Charlotte here is speaking what you're all thinking. However, I am not willing to condemn thousands of innocents to death every month because of one act of power from an unidentified source. We have to shoot our shot...we have to say we tried...Jackson, How are the submarines doing?"

A stern military general stood up, nodding towards the Minister and acknowledging the young woman who had spoken up as he turned to point towards the board on the table. Lifting a digital tablet before him, he started reading the latest communications.

    "The Sheela and the Thornberry are within Missile range of the entity known as Lisa. Civilian casualties would be most of the city, two hundred thousand by early estimates."

The room went deadly silent at the numbers as the Minister poured himself another drink, the room was fixed on his back, and he could feel their stares boring into him. Swallowing hard, he turned and met the eyes of his general. The older man swayed his head before offering a light resigned nod. Jeremy downed his drink, took a deep breath and stared at the light in the ceiling. 

    "Do it."

He was expecting gasps of anger, outbursts of protest but none came. Everyone sat silently reserved, the silence of approval as the general sent the commands to the tactical submarines. The tactical screen changed to show the map of the area, the two submarines turning red as one by one, eight missiles became visible from each sub on the map, all heading towards the city. 

There was a tangible silence as the leadership of ‘New Valis' watched the strike, the missiles suddenly changing course, freezing in mid-air, the small pictures of the missiles forming into letters on the tactical overview..L...O...L...the letters spelt as general and minister stared down in confusion. A light giggle fluttered across the room as everyone turned to look at Charlotte, the woman was giggling to herself in the corner, her eyes glowing with purple energy as she smiled at them.  

Jeremy felt his heart sink as he stared at the woman, That hair, he remembered seeing it now, the destruction yesterday, it was her. He felt himself backing away from her as she stood, slowly walking towards the centre of the war room. The woman's eyes changed back to her standard colours as the missiles vanished from the display. She spoke softly;

    "Two Hundred Thousand People...You have no use for these people anymore then I will take them off your hands, better than wasting them on some futile attack on MY priestess,*Giggles*."

The woman's laugh filled the room as the leadership backed away from her, lost for words as she spoke, her eyes sweeping the room. Jeremy pushed himself to the front and forced himself to speak.

    "What do you want! All this death! Please!"

She smiled as her fingers extended over the map, particles began rising from the map, building into a cloud between her outstretched fingers. The cloud got thicker and denser as Charlotte licked her lips. The First Minister cautiously stepped forward to look, the rest of his cabinet also took a single step towards the middle. The giggles returned as her hand twisted, the cloud growing denser and denser, she spoke with a sultry tone as her eyes fixed on the cloud.

"Two Hundred Thousand, A good start to your worlds offerings...I expect Lisa's demands to be followed...or this little offering will be the appetisers to a full banquet at your worlds expense..." 

Jeremy could just about make out the particles. They were people, thousands of people in a swirling vortex around her slender fingers. Charlotte brought the fully formed cloud of people to her face, her tongue extending into it. The room gasped as her tongue became coated in particle sized people, the Goddess slurping them into her mouth and moaning softly.  Then she vanished as if she was never there. Jeremy turned to his advisors, defeat in his eyes as he shook his head.

    "Rachel, Prepare a press conference...We need to make sure people do whatever Priestess Lisa wants. It looks like we are New Valis after all."

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Reclining back in her large plush sofa, the Goddess watched the micro people swirling between her fingers. The power was intoxicating as she heard each of their screams, their cries for help and pleading for mercy. Her other hand unhooked the tight black skirt, the garment falling away and vanishing as she hooked her thumb under the waistband of her black silk panties.

    "Well, my unexpected tributes, You're the luckiest little mortal dust today..."

The Goddess cooed as she lowered the swirling cloud down into her underwear. The tingling of the micro tributes brushing over her skin made her tingle with anticipation as she dragged them over her nether regions. Being a Goddess she had been careful not to lose her mortal desires after ascension, the idea of existence without this, this pleasure, was not one she was keen to face. She heard each scream of panic as her power dragged them around in formless orbits around her fingers, letting them slap into her body sometimes breaking them upon impact as she held them there. She chewed her lip as her foreplay continued, swirling mortals teasing her nethers, dragged along its surface, smashed into her moistening lips, the Goddess closed her eyes as she focused, listening to each of the hundreds of thousands as she directed her energy, funnelling the microscopic people into a stream of bodies, bodies destined to smash against her clitoris in a flurry of mortal explosions. The feeling overwhelmed her as she crossed her legs, her hand between her thighs as she squeezed, the remaining mortals released from her power as she pushed herself over the edge. 

    "FUUCK YES; I AM FUCKING GOD!" 

She screamed as she fell limp, enjoying the afterglow, thousands had given themselves for her to have that experience, thousands more still lived, trapped in her underwear, between her folds, within her, as she lay back letting herself fall into a light snooze.

She woke a short time later, only vaguely aware of the life still crawling around in her damp underwear. Her hand swiped towards the wall opposite her sofa, an image of New Valis appearing. She smiled at the image, swiping again to show Lisa setting up her tribute temple. Her hand unconsciously slipped under her waistband, picking around for people as she dismissed the image of Lisa and returned to her index. The list of planets she now owned was up to seven, Her profile was growing, and she would now start looking for number eight. 

New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 2: Unknown Fortune

Kate Tomes, Reporter for AKC News

The world was dark, humid and odorous as the young news anchor felt her way through the gloom. Her mind was working feverishly to put together the past few hours. She had been watching Lisa perform real magic, potent destructive magic. She remembered asking more questions about the demands, then being elevated up into the sky. There were thousands of them, people from all over the city in a vortex of panic and fear. After that, her perception failed her; she couldn't make out anything beyond the occasional screeching person who flew past her. There was a voice, loud, powerful. It spoke of...luck. Then there was darkness, the sudden impact into something spongy and then waking up in the dark. 

Kate was making her way towards a sliver of light in the distance, never had the turn of phrase walk into the light felt more appropriate as she stumbled over what felt like people, most of which were not moving, occasionally one would grunt in pain but otherwise it was an eerie silence in the darkness. There was a man ahead. He too, was moving towards the light. She could tell as he occasionally stepped in front of it, silhouetting himself. Kate picked up her pace a bit. Occasionally her foot would land on what was clearly a face, a disconcerting feeling, especially when there was no moan of a complaint. She reached the man ahead, reaching to touch him as she approached.

"Hey, You, Do you know where we are?"

She called out as the man slapped her hand away and shook his head, there wasn't enough light to tell expressions or body language, so she took his rebuke and followed behind him as he continued towards the light. As the pair finally reached the beam of light, they stared upwards, nothing, just a bright spot projecting a thin stream of light into their dark expanse. 

"What do you suppose is up there?"

Kate said now she could see the man looking as scared as she felt. He shook his head and brought a finger to his lips, gesturing for her to silence. The motion annoyed her, she put her hands on her hips and glared at the scared looking man, she was about to berate him when his hand covered her face. He swung around and gripped her into an embrace. She struggled as he whispered into her ear.

"Be quiet. I saw a large hand taking people from this place not too long ago. Do you want to be snatched!"

The warning was enough to make her stop struggling as the man released her. She looked again up towards the light, not seeing anything. Turning back to the man she dropped into a whisper;

"Wouldn't it be better than being stuck wherever we are? I'd hate to alarm you, but I think we're surrounded by dead people..."

The man met her stare, and the two stood in silence for a long moment. The light wavered briefly as something passed across the top of the light shaft. Both of them stared up. Kate felt butterflies in her stomach as she hesitated and then called out.

"Hey! Anyone Up there! Hey! Help! Help!"

The man jumped on her, pinning her to the ground with a painful bump, his hands wrapping around her mouth as he pinned her down. He snarled at her but said nothing as he brought his knee around to try and choke her. Kate tried to scream, his hand firmly between her teeth now as she tried to bite down. He grunted in pain but didn't back off as she felt pressure building on her throat. Her whole body convulsed violently as she fought to free herself from the man's pin.

She felt herself get light-headed as he suddenly vanished.

"OH, THERE ARE TWO MORE HERE"

A loud feminine voice declared as two huge fingers wrapped around Kate's chest and lifted her skywards. As the world became a rush of vibrant light and colour, her saviour dropped her roughly onto an open palm, her assailant next to her as a large girl looked down on them, she could have been no older than twenty with large hazel eyes, a curious smile and curly brown hair. The man next to her avoided meeting her eyes as the large woman poked at him with her finger. Kate looked around, there were others, all women, wandering around a field of black. She saw a blonde girl holding two people by their legs as she slid them into a pouch on her belt. Quickly turning to her own captor, she felt an urgency to get answers before she suffered a similar fate.

"Who are you? Where are we? What are you going to do with us?"

The woman smiled as she plucked the man from her palm with her fingers and lowered him down towards her waist, Kate rushed to the edge of her fleshy platform to watch the man being dropped into an open pouch, others already inside. Rolling back to look up at what would normally be a sweet face, she felt a rush of panic. She stood, finding balance tricky as she stared up into the huge hazel eyes as they refocused on her. The large fingers appeared again to pin her down as the large woman spoke.

"I am Acolyte Danielle. I am collecting survivors before these panties are properly washed by the Slaves. You are in the Temple of the Goddess. We are going to examine and sort you. Your future here depends on our judgement."

Kate looked around; there must have been a hundred of these Acolytes across the vast black expanse. Panties...the scale was unimaginable as she struggled to see the edges forget the shape. Where was she, What had happened, the questions just kept coming as she felt a solid grip on her calf, Danielle was apparently done talking, and it was now time for her to be pouched. There was a flash of pain as she was lifted and lowered into the Acolytes belt pouch.

Danielle Thomas, Acolyte of Valis

Tying the last pouch closed Dani stretched, feeling accomplished as she gently tapped the three full pouches hanging from her beltline. The soft silk surface of the Goddesses discarded underwear was pleasant under her feet as she took large strides towards the hemline. She was trying to move in as few steps as possible as not to squash any survivors that may be pushing their way to the edges. She had found all of her survivors in the exposed folds of the crotch area, the most densely packed area. Reaching the edge of the massive silk surface, Dani swivelled her belt around, so the pouches were behind her as she climbed the long ladder up and out of the cleaning chamber. The pouches bounced lightly against her rear as she climbed, a feeling she very much enjoyed. 

Coming over the top of the long climb the Acolyte turned, from this vantage she could see her friends still working below, and see the whole shape of the panties, slightly crumpled but mostly spread out before her like a rich dark ocean of silk. Bringing her pouches back around to her front, she approached the cleaning rooms checkpoint, a large athletic girl, ten times the size of Danielle sitting with her leg across the exit to the area. This woman was an Adept, Direct superior to the Acolytes. Dani stood straight and waited to be addressed by her superior.

    "Finished Already Acolyte? Very well, Head to the sorting chamber and then take the rest of the day off to study."

Dani blushed at the offer of time off as she bowed to Yvonne and started walking towards the huge woman's feet, as she approached, Yvonne moved her leg back to let her pass. The power in her leg was a scary thing for Dani to consider as she slipped between the foot and the chamber wall. As Dani turned to cross the slave market, her sense of superiority returned as the slaves barely touched her knees, the small inferior working class that attended the needs of the temple. The different sizes and scales on display were always wondrous to Dani as she considered the tiny people in her pouches, these poor individuals must have been less than dust to the Goddess while she was abusing them, yet to her, they were small finger tall figures. 

As she entered the sorting chamber, she slid into her usual seat and unhooked her pouches. She was dropping them on the table before her. Dani carefully moved the three bowls from the other side of the table before her as she emptied each pouch into its own bowl. The tiny people within screamed and yelped as they tumbled into the bowls. A quick inspection revealed that they had all survived the trip, which was always a relief as she tapped the small bell on the end of her table. A small slave girl appeared with a glass of water and Dani took the beverage gratefully, lifting it to her lips for a refresh. As she placed the glass back down, she gently ran her finger around the rim of each bowl, knocking back the various escape attempts and giggling and the ensuing tumble. A few minutes of silent play later, Feena finally arrived at the table. Sorting had to be performed by two Acolytes, so Dani had to be patient and wait for a second to finish her collection. 

    "Took ya long enough Fi, were you being picky again?"

Dani giggled as she watched her friend filling her bowls, The dark-haired girl shook her head in annoyance as she poked at a few of her catches. 

    "Nothing special here today, One day. I'll find a priestess, and she'll get me out of this mess."

Her friend said with a defeated tone, Dani could sympathise although she had given up hope of finding a priestess a long time ago. If one of the women she had found became a Priestess, it was not uncommon for them to take the Acolyte who found them into the larger scales with them as a servant. Dani selected her first male and dropped him in the middle, and Fi barely looked up as she passed judgement,

    "Slave"

It was a solid choice. The man had some muscle to him. Dani nodded her head in agreement and dropped him through a hole in the table to the side. Fi put a similar male in the middle and the process repeated. They would always go through the men first. There were only two places for them, Slave or Disposable. Neither of them knew where the disposable ones went, only that they were the ones deemed unworthy of being useful slaves. 

Finally, they got the women; it was tradition to start with the older, less desirable ones first and save the 'best girls' for the end to allow discussion. Once again, the first groups ended up in the Slave or Disposable category. Then Feena placed a beautiful brunette girl between them. Dani leaned down to inspect her closely. 

"She is pretty, Strip girl!"

She commanded as the small girl removed the tattered clothing she was wearing. Dani nodded in approval, then carefully said something she could regret if she were countered. 

"Adept"

She said, very slowly as Fi's eyes glinted. Her friend clearly agreed but was hesitant. She nodded her approval, and this time very carefully offered her outstretched palm towards the small woman. The woman looked up at both of them with confusion as she stepped up on to the offered hand.   Fi gently placed her into a box and whispered something down to her softly, Dani knew Fi would now have to get the girl approved to be an Adept, a useful ally to have should the girl be accepted. Dani looked down at her final girl, an attractive blonde in a tattered blue dress, she sighed as she took her up, the woman looked beaten half to death, but she was the best she had. As Feena looked at her the woman's lips curled into a grin,

    "Jeez Dani, did you beat her down in the chase?" 

She said with a giggle, tapping her bell three times in quick succession. Dani gasped a little as she reached for Fi's tapping fingers.

    "Really? That's two days rations for a single dose. You should at least let me do it!"

Fi waved her friend off as another Acolyte appeared with a box, Feena signed her name on the offered pad and took the box. Placing the box on the table, she popped it open and took out the tiny vial of liquid, putting it on the ground near Dani's final woman.

    "It's Goddess Saliva. It will heal you up, Drink it before I change my mind."

She said to the small woman before turning a smile back to Dani, who was nodding her head in thanks.

    "I know you've given up, but I've not given up on you!"

She said with a grin as the two girls took each other's hand, watching the small blonde woman drinking from the comically large bottle. The effect was instant, as it always was, the Goddesses spit washed the wounds and imperfections from the small woman, cleaning her as she tried to drink it. Once the small girl had finished, she looked healthy and fresh, Dani gasped a little at the stunning change. Feena smirked as she leaned down to inspect her.

    "Thought so, her jacket had the word 'news' on it, Figured she was some public figure, they are normally very attractive, Strip for us would you dear?" 

Dani found herself leaning in keenly to watch her catch removing her clothing, clearly terrified. The woman was still bold enough to meet their eyes, as she had done when she had first been captured. Once she was nude, she even did a sarcastic twirl for her giant audience. She was..perfect. Dani sat back, not sure what to make of it as Fi grinned widely as she spoke.

"Priestess."

 Dani paused before replying, Priestesses were among the largest servants in the Goddesses temple. Only the Goddess and her personal maids were larger. If she proposed a new priestess, she would have to be confirmed by the Goddesses personal staff. She could propose to her to be an Adept...or even a full Sister of the temple without too much blowback, but could she risk proposing a full Priestess. Dani breathed deep as Feena steepled her fingers, amused at the mixed emotions that were flashing across Dani's face. Lowering her face to the small woman, she whispered conspiratorially;

    "What do you say little one, want to go high-risk, high reward or would you settle for middle-management."

The whispers were soft, and the small woman clearly appreciated that she was being asked something instead of being told. The tiny figure put her hands on her hips in an adorable power stance as she squeaked out her reply.

    "I'm down to risk whatever it is. I've nothing to lose and everything to gain."

Dani smirked, the tiny figure showing no way of comprehending just how true that statement was in the current moment.  She offered her open palm to the small woman as she spoke softly.

"Jump on. I'm going to put you forward for a significant role in the temple. If you succeed, remember it was Dani and Feena from 13C that gave you a chance, please?"  

The small girl looked up into her eyes with a mixture of confusion and intrigue, before offering her a small nod of the head. Dani took the affirmation and swallowed hard, placing the tiny girl into a velvet-lined box and placing the lid on top. The two women grinned at each other as they each took their respective box and parted ways. 

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Watching Lisa work was getting boring, she had been mostly giving lectures for the best part of three hours, and Charlotte didn't feel it needed her attention. Her tablet pinged a notification from the temple, something that needed her attention it seems, Fine, She wasn't doing anything anyway. Flicking through the previous notifications, she had ignored she found one that piqued her interest, A confirmation for a new priestess, not an unusual request, new priestesses were being confirmed all of the time. This one, however, was for a woman she recognised, that had never happened before, Normally if she met someone she wanted to be a priestess, she would just do it, not put her through the system. A smirk played over her lips as she recalled the news broadcast the previous day. This woman had been interviewing Lisa. Fate really had conspired to bring them to a meeting.

Charlotte let her power flow through her as she quickly located this young woman, bringing herself into the small prison, sitting in the corner in the dark. The Goddess, unlike the other prisoner, could see perfectly fine in the absolute dark. She sat and watched as the woman paced, feeling out the walls. Eventually, the inevitable happened, she walked into the sitting Goddess, tripping and falling. The Goddess laughed as she feigned outrage.

    "Do you mind! I'm sitting here! Stupid bimbo!"

The other woman scrambled back away from her, her confused eyes scanning the blackness. Finding her footing again, she stood, still squinting comically hard as she spoke.

    "I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't realise anyone else was in here, how come you were so quiet?"

Charlotte didn't reply, just sat there and watched, She teleported to the other side of the box to watch the woman 'pretend' the stumble back into where she had just been. The woman was throwing out the standard statements of confusion and annoyance as Charlotte watched, finally speaking;

    "Why should I make you a Priestess?"

The casual tone and new direction seemingly stunning the naked woman stumbling around before her. Mortals were so easy to break, Charlotte felt she could break this one with words alone. The pure darkness was too much for this woman, would she really be a worthy priestess. The woman's silence was bothering the Goddess, who felt the need to up the drama. She let her eyes burn purple, illuminating the room and immediately gripping the attention of her subject. With a flash of power, Charlotte reduced the woman down to a comparative inch, mentally dragging her between her feet as she sat with her legs bowed. She now loomed over her, bathing the small woman in purple light as her bare soles towered either side of her.

"WHY SHOULD, I, MAKE, YOU, A, PRIESTESS!"

She said with anger in her tone, the small woman breaking under her words into a defeated pile of tears before her.  Charlotte sneered and began to move her feet slowly together, fully intending to smush the blubbering excuse for life slowly. As her feet tickled the shoulders of the defeated girl, she suddenly stood, bracing the massive soles with her arms as she looked directly into the Goddesses glowing eyes and screamed at her.

    "BECAUSE I DESERVE TO BE! I DESERVE POWER, IF THAT MEANS SERVING YOU, THEN SO BE IT! I DESERVE TO BE A PRIESTESS!"

Charlotte grinned as she brought her feet together, popping the small woman. She had finally made her stand, but the Goddess had already made up her mind. She giggled as she vanished from the dark cell, flopping back into her plush sofa. As she lay there, she felt the familiar tingles, the mangled remains on her sole reforming, regenerating, drawing on her power, a new priestess being born.

New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 3: Fresh Amusement

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Goddess Charlotte awoke as she normally did, her hair a complete mess and some small military force assaulting her from all sides. She had stopped bothering returning to her comfortable bed when she discovered that breakfast would always come to her as she slept. Sitting up and stretching her arms above her she let out an impressive yawn, the city she had chosen to crash out on top of seemed to have had a rough night as there were still fires raging. The small soldiers tumbled from her bare chest, bouncing off her thighs and splattering on the ground between her legs as she sat up. Running her tongue around her mouth, she discovered a few had already found their way between her lips, smirking slightly she swallowed, sending the first of her breakfast tributes down her throat. 

    "Mmm, Good morning Mortals, How long was I asleep for, I feel wonderful!"

She proclaimed happily as she started running her hand over the attacking forces, selecting people from her buffet. Ten or so small soldiers were quickly brought to her mouth and poured in without a second glance, Charlotte chewed them, being sure to make loud, open-mouthed crunches so there was no doubt to any one of their fates. The first mouthful had to be a messy affair; it inspired fear in the others, causing them to run, the exertion and terror would cause them all to sweat, salting them for additional flavour. The Goddess had 'eating out' in the city down to an art as she sat innocently chewing her first group, pretending to ignore the rising panic. 

Sitting naked in an active city was reassuring for her, everywhere her eyes looked, people turned away, they knew their place, and at this moment, everything was how it should be. As she was plucking up her second serving of fleeing people, she felt the familiar tug for her attention from her temple. They wanted her to make a judgement on something mundane, couple of million slaves rebelling, something they should be able to handle. She found the feeling of annoyance from the summons to be irksome as she swashed the second group of people around in her mouth, enjoying the salty, savoury flavour. 

    "Mmmm Oh, Yea...You all...Mmm..taste good...Mmm..."

She almost moaned as she felt one of her morsels slip from her lips, landing with a saliva drenched splat on her left breast. She giggled at the sensation as she swallowed the group hard and peered down at the small person slowly sliding towards her nipple. Another tug on her attention from the temple, apparently this slave revolt was beyond her minions. The Goddess stood, debris falling from her as she rose above them. 

    "The plan was to eat a lot more of you. Since I will be leaving now, you need to send me five thousand extra tributes this week so that I may enjoy you at home...if you don't...well..."

She punctuated her statement by lifting her foot slowly and sweeping it around over the top of the city, before planting it down on a small fleeing crowd. The squelch made her tingle with power as she felt her point was made. Charlotte waved her hands over herself, a loose-fitting black dress flowing over her as she sighed. Then she was gone, the city left in peace. 

Standing in the throne room of her temple, the Goddess glared at her high priestesses, her hands on hips as the three small women grovelled on the stone floor before her large bare feet. The women were a few feet tall by comparison to the Goddess, the other priestesses around the room the size of dolls. Charlotte had no patience after having her breakfast interrupted. She roughly kicked the kneeling servant who had summoned her, sending her flipping onto her back. Then with the same smooth motion, brought her foot down on the woman's chest, her toes on her throat. 

    "Speak you worthless excuse for a servant, Why do you drag me here during my meal!"

The woman struggled and squirmed under her Goddesses pin; she was gasping for air and could feel herself slowly blacking out as her mistress glared down on her. Luckily for her, one of the other high priestesses noticed she was unable to speak and spoke up for her.

    "Goddess, a whole floor of slaves, has gone into open revolt, its nearly 15 million, a sizable workforce; we wanted approval to put them down."

Charlotte's gaze snapped to the other woman, her anger now refocused as she twisted her hand in a beckoning motion, dragging the woman from the ground to float in the air before her face. The Goddess leaned in close to see the fear in the woman's eyes. Then she felt something that amused her, a small itch on her left nipple. She grinned as she lifted the neckline of her dress to get a look at the tiny crumb from breakfast, gripping onto her nipple for its life. Her mind turned playful as she stepped off of her high Priestess and dropped the other to the floor. 

    "Since my temple of priestesses are unable to choose for themselves, let us see if my leftovers can do better."

The Goddess smirked her finger, reaching beneath her dress to casually brush the speck from her nipple, sending the small creature free falling through the dark dress towards the floor. 

Karen, Charlotte's Crumb

Her world span as she fell, the events of the previous morning mostly incomprehensible, last night she was out with friends, then she was trapped in a building by what she had later learned was a Goddesses armpit. Then she and her friends had finally had a chance to flee when she was swept up and nearly eaten. By fate alone, she had slipped from the Goddesses tormenting maw only to find herself sliding down her titanic body. Now she fell, the Goddesses immense form rushing past her as the ground approached quickly. The form of the divine's foot took shape as the end approached, she braced in front of her face as if it would stop the ground, a futile but natural gesture.

Then the ground was gone, she had fallen through it, and another ground floor became visible, women running around, seemingly at work as she fell through the room, once more passing through the floor, again and again, floor after floor she fell. A quick glimpse at groups of women working, progressively getting closer and closer to her size as she passed down through the temple levels. Finally, she hit something solid, her shoulder crashed down into a building, finding herself landing on a poor quality bed. She was about to cry out in pain as she realized there was none; she felt fine if not incredibly disorientated. 

Pushing to her feet, she examined the room. It looked like a low-quality one-room studio flat, whoever lived here was barely scraping a living. There was a shard of a mirror on the wall, enough to see her reflection, her long brunette hair was damp and sticking her shoulders, her makeup was smudged, and she looked like a low-quality hooker with a torn denim skirt and loose-fitting plaid t-shirt, she sighed audibly at her reflection shaking her head as she finally noticed the other person stood in the room with her. A beautiful woman in a loose black dress was leaning against a small window, her flowing purple hair drifting lightly as if caught in a breeze.

    "Who the hell are you?"

She said indignantly at the woman who seemed to gawk at her. The woman gestured around with her arms in a wide motion, twirling a little.

    "You are a guest in my home. You should have some respect!"

She said in a soft lilting voice, her words filled her with a strange sense of comfort, although it wasn't the words, just the tone of voice, it was almost magical with how endearing it felt. Karen gestured to the room as she moved towards the window.

"You live in this shit hole? Where the hell am I anyway?"

She said as she pushed past the woman to look out of the window. The view struck her. She was in a top floor window overlooking what could only be described as a shanty town. People crowded around as far as the eye could see. The purple-haired woman stepped up beside her. She was smiling in a sweet, welcoming expression as she pointed outside.

"Welcome to level 135 of my temple, Home to fifteen million slaves from all over my universe."

Again her voice was soft and almost enchanting, Karen nearly missed the words as she listened to the melody in the phrase. What did she mean by her temple? Her Universe? There was no way this...enchanting, beautiful, magical haired woman could be...oh fuck. The realization struck her hard, and her blood ran ice-cold, he hands grasped the window sill, and her knuckles turned white. Karen tried to breathe, but her breath was staggered, a deep-set terror washed over her as she dared not look towards the woman standing beside her. She felt a liquid trickle down her leg as the other woman stepped back. She spoke in not so soft tones this time as she addressed her from behind.

    "Are you pissing yourself? Hardly an appropriate greeting for a Goddess don't you think?.... Anyway, crumb, I want you to show my Priestesses up, This floor is in open rebellion, you bring them into line, and I won't eat you, Watching you soil yourself has taken my appetite anyway."

The humiliation and fear made Karen's knees buckle. She should grovel, beg, throw herself at the woman's feet, why was she not moving. With a burst of adrenaline she turned and threw herself to the floor but the woman that had previously stood there was gone, she knelt in a pool of her urine pondering what the Goddess had requested of her. After a long moment, Karen got to her feet and walked to the door. There was a long staircase down towards a crowd of people with no other options; she slowly began to walk down towards the crowd. She felt rancid her hair was sticking to her, her underwear was damp, her boots were moist, and she could feel every disgusting step. As she approached the rough-looking crowd, nearly all men from what she could tell she reached out to get their attention. 

    "Excuse me. I've been asked to do something about the riots, can you direct me..."

She was cut off as a large hand gripped her shoulder, the men had circled her, their eyes washing over her body greedily as she struggled. She felt her desire build, most of these men were hardened from a life of labour, strong and well built if a little unhygienic. She had fantasized about this exact situation as they fully encircled her. The man that gripped her spoke.

    "Look what we have here, a pretty young lady! They never throw girls as nice as you in with us. It's been a long time since any of us had an ass like that!"

He growled to the deep laughter of the other men in the circle. Karen thought back to how she had looked in the mirror. She was still that attractive to these burly men she could only imagine the effect she would have had on them normally. Then someone from behind her ripped her denim skirt free from her waist, revealing her damp white panties and the real danger of the situation finally replaced her fantasizing. Another man grabbed her shirt and pulled it free as another dragged her underwear down. She was about to be used like a sex doll for an army of horny slave men, and there was nothing she could do, her mind screamed as she struggled, too many hands-on her now as she was pressed down to the ground. A single word in her head, a word so clear she understood it through her fear as she watched a man untying his belt. 'Humility' the word in the Goddesses gentle tone, Karen screamed, she was being humbled already and was about to be gang-raped, what more did the Goddess want. Her body was hoisted from the ground, she felt them all over her, hands gripping her firmly, she felt her nethers betray her as she realized there was on a base level some desire for this, but there was no way she could handle what they wanted to use her for. Humility..not before these slaves..before the Goddess...her mind screamed out as she felt her legs being spread;

    "GODDESS, I AM SORRY! PLEASE, FORGIVE ME! I AM NOTHING TO YOU, BUT I WILL SERVE YOU!"

Karen broke into tears as she felt her nethers getting probed, the brute behind her wasn't sure where he was meant to put his dick. A wave of pleasure washed Karen, soothing her mind, The Goddess had responded. Karen's struggles became easier as she broke from the grips of the men holding her, planting her feet on the ground and standing. The men all grabbed at her, but they felt like the grips of toddlers as she shrugged them all. She turned to face the man who had his dick in his hand-looking at it with a raised eyebrow.

    "Maybe in another life, I would beg you for that, but right now I'm just pissed..."

She reached down and gripped the man's erect member. He grunted in pleasure before she dug her nails in and tore it free from his body, causing him to buckle forward in pain. Admiring the flaccid bloody remains, she turned slowly to face the crowd, lifting it over her head and letting it drop between her fingers. She grinned at the horror in their eyes as they backed away from her.

    "One down, 15 million to go!"

She called out, her voice amplified by her Goddess as it carried across the sea of rioting slaves. Karen strode forward into the crowd, moving with speed and grace, blessed the divine, every other step her slender fingers found, twisted and removed a slave's privates. She giggled maniacally as they toppled in pain, tossing the trophy off into the crowd, a warning she was coming. They were running, most of them were unsure of what they were running from, but they were all running. She came across a woman, butch and haggard, she had a twang of sympathy, her life must have been hard here but yet here she was, part of the riot she was trying to subdue. Her grin was wide as the other woman stared at her in confusion.

    "This is for the Goddess." 

She stated, loud enough for all to hear as she brought her foot up into the woman's cunt, launching her into the sky. She smirked as she watched the woman fly, impressed with her blessed strength. Casually she reached out left and right, snagging herself two more prizes from the fleeing crowd and tossing them towards others. Karen walked through the hysteria towards the large Priestess that had been guarding the exit to the floor. She grabbed another man's cock for good measure as she stepped up before the large woman who had been watching her in confusion for the past ten or so minutes. Looking up she offered the torn penis to her;

    "I imagine they go well with rice, would you please inform the Goddess the riot seems to be disbursing!" 

The Priestess looked down at her in confusion as the sky opened overhead, the whole ceiling seemed to shift as the purple hair tumbled down, the face of the divine blessing floor 135 for the first time since its construction. She was smiling, the disbursing rioters immediately stopped and fell to their knees, fearing the worst. Karen and the Priestess also quickly fell to their knees. The Goddesses massive fingers were descending to find the speck of a girl amongst the slaves as she spoke.

    "GOOD WORK CRUMB, YOU ACHIEVED MORE THAN ALL OF THE PRIESTESSES COMBINED, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A JOB?"

Karen was pinned between two huge fingertips, smothered completely and unable to reply as her world went dark. 

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Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 4: Cruel Loyalty

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

The feeling of a million souls kissing the soles of her feet was a feeling she was never going to get bored of; they knew if they stopped, she would simply squash them and get more to replace them. The Goddess closed her eyes and let her mind wander around them, feeling their hopeless despair, their overwhelming awe, these lives were hers. She moved between them, enjoying their laments at lost dreams and futures that would never come to pass. This was how it should be, millions of them, one of her and endless worship.

A loud crash echoed across the temple, followed by a loud yell of frustration and a flurry of screams. Charlotte felt her mind retract from her indulgences as she cracked an eye open in frustration towards the door to her bedroom. As expected, Karen appeared in the door and fell to her knees immediately to offer an explanation. Charlotte sighed at her newest servant; she had a good attitude that charlotte enjoyed but had proven to be a clumsy woman, useless at delicate work. Waving her hand towards the woman, she silently gave permission to speak. Karen sat up, keeping her head low as she spoke.

    "Apologies my Goddess. One of the priestesses walked in front of me; I tripped over her into the cages you keep in the bathroom. The priestess is badly wounded from when I fell on her, most of your toilet slave collection was scattered, priestesses are hunting them down now."

Charlotte sighed and closed her eyes again; this incompetence had made her temple life more interesting, she quickly offered some of her escapees a boost of divine speed, having some formerly destined to be humiliated in her bathroom running free for later amused her, she would give them hope so that taking it from them would feel so much more satisfying. Charlotte scrunched her toes. Thousands yelped before popping between her toes; she loved that feeling. 

Time passed as the Goddess relaxed, trying to get back into her zen state, Karen still on her knees by the door, clearly her anxiety was growing while she was being ignored. For her part the Goddess had already decided on a punishment, there was just no rush for her to dish it out as she yawned. Then her servant did the worst thing she could have done; she cleared her throat as if to remind the Goddess she was there. The twang of irritation that spiked through Charlotte shattering her zen mood as both of her feet slammed down into the worshippers, millions of lives wasted as her eyes shot open, fixing the slave in the corner. The expression on Karen's face fell into pure terror; she knew she had fucked up. Charlotte stood slowly, the mixture of carpet and mortal mush pushing into feet made her feel powerful. Her loose-fitting clothes slid away as she stepped towards the kneeling servant, her feet becoming encased in hiking boots as she stepped, her legs covered by dark jeans and her breasts being shielded by a tight fit crop top, a style she enjoyed as the satisfying thud of her boots landed in front of the clumsy woman.

Charlotte stood there for a long moment, tilting her head slightly as the grovelling woman bowed, still and silent as a statue. As the scene stood frozen, two smaller priestesses appeared from her bedroom, bags of mortals in their hands as they cautiously approached, unsure what to make of the scene, a shift of the Goddesses eyes, a warning glance and the two women ran the other way. Charlotte smiled after them as she returned her focus to the women at her feet, her heart was pounding, and her eyes were streaming with tears. Charlotte hadn't even needed words, and her presence was enough to bring low even her most powerful subject.  The time had finally come to break the silence, she spoke slowly;

    "Where are you from Karen? Where did you live as a mortal?"

The woman whimpered slightly as she looked up, her face streaming with tears, she was scared to answer, finding the words hard to force out.

    "You slept on my neighbourhood goddess, and I imagine most of my friends were killed when you rolled in your sleep...I grew up in a small suburb north of the city, Greenlake."

Clumsy, This woman needed to learn when to engage her brain, If she had stopped before naming that suburb, then Charlotte's punishment would have fallen flat, instead, she had to stick her foot in her mouth, again. The Goddess sighed, once again disappointed in her chosen servant. One chance to prove herself, then she would decide. Extending her hand, she let her power encase her slave, raising her from the ground and shrinking her down until she fit nicely in her fist. She brought the woman to her lips and spoke directly into her face.

    "You have one job. If you fail, You're nothing to me, Understand? ... I am going to place you into Greenlake, I will draw the town borders with purple fire. You will destroy everything and everyone inside of Greenlake...consider it is colouring inside the lines...if anything outside is so much as chipped, You're done..."

Then she dropped her, waving her hand towards the large screen on the wall as she fell back into the sofa, a view of Greenlake appearing on the large screen as the Goddess relaxed to watch. Karen landed with a crash in residential area, a couple of houses vanishing under her ass.

Karen, Maid of the Goddess

Stress, anxiety, fear. These are the only emotions she had been able to feel since meeting the Goddess. She kept messing up, making silly mistakes, and the worst part was she knew she was doing it. She had been elevated to the second most powerful being in the universe, and she was fumbling the opportunity. Now the Goddess had chosen to punish her in a way that would have been the cruellest way possible, although for once, Karen had a chance to prove herself. She never lied to the Goddess, that would have been fatal, she did, however, forget to mention how miserable her childhood was, how much she hated her family and how much contempt she held for those she grew up with, there was a reason she moved to the city at 18. 

Pushing to her feet, Karen took stock; her stained priestess robes didn't feel appropriate for the retribution she was about to dish out, cautiously she pulled on her gifted power, pleasantly surprised to find it was still there. A slow sigh of relief escaped her as she ran her hand down her body, the robes shifting into a dark leather top and leather knee-skirt, her bare feet finding comfortable boots with massive heels. Karen conjured a hand mirror to check her makeup, making sure to look her best before she finally acknowledged the mass panic taking place around her feet. First thing was first, give the Goddess what she wanted, Karen spoke, pointing at a house a few feet from where she stood.

    "Attention Greenlake, Bring Jane & Kyle from that house to my feet immediately, In the name of the Goddess."

The power flashed through her as the people fled in every direction, she wanted to start stomping them, she felt the need to dominate, there was no rush, as promised a dark purple flame burned around the town, they couldn't escape. She slowly looked around, remembering the high school, a few names coming to her mind as she spoke again;

    "Also bring me Gemma Harris, Sarah Wright and Jannice Freeman...You have twenty minutes."

Her mind whirled with options as she thought of the two girls that had made her life hard, and the third she had a hard crush on. She wanted to devour two and fuck the other. She was turning herself on just thinking about her plans; her panties would be damp before Gemma even got into them. Karen stood, legs slightly spread just observing, the small group of men gathering between her feet did not escape her notice as she pretended she was not aware. Then in an idle motion, she shuffled a little left, her boot swinging over the group of perverts, turning them into pulp instantly. ‘Ooops' she thought to herself as she giggled. A small group approached from the direction of her family home, dragging her two parents before them. Karen grinned as she placed her boots either side of the crowd, demolishing the buildings on either side of the street. She squats down, her panties looming over the small group as she speaks down to them.

    "Hey mom, da, Turns out I went from your biggest failure to a fucking divine bitch with the ear of the Goddess, I'd say I made something of myself, wouldn't you? Well, The Goddess would like me to remove you from existence, so, if you both start praying to her right now, we can see if she saves you from my boot turning you into jelly."

With that, Karen stood, licking her lips as she lifted her right boot, carefully placing it over her father. The whole crowd ran, including her mother as she pressed the boot down, obliterating the man with no resistance. A strange sense of closure came over her as she lifted her other boot, moving it slowly towards her fleeing mother, the woman slipped and rolled as the shadow encompassed her, Karen heard the final scream as the boot touched the ground, the minimal feeling coming through her thick sole. She breathed out; she had done as expected; the small amount of guilt was nothing compared to the relief she felt that she would not disappoint her Goddess. 

So far, the destruction had been minimal, she still needed them to have hope, her nethers were gagging for Gemma, and she wanted her before she started. Brushing her skirt under her, she sat down on the mall, the building cracked and groaned but just about held her. She was careful not to fidget as she watched the people scurrying around. She had to be careful. The Goddess was watching; she could feel it. She whispered under her breath to herself as she saw another mob coming down the street towards her;

    "Okay, Karen, you can do this, I can be the servant she wants me to be, I can be the badass bitch and the diligent slave. Serve her, and everything else serves me..."

The mob of people tossed out two women at her feet; she studied them carefully, trying to pick out features, one was a blonde beauty, Gemma, the other she didn't recognise at all. Reaching down, she plucked Gemma up between her fingers and held her in front of her eyes, and she would have gone lesbian for this girl. She kissed the small figure who writhed and screamed in her grip, before wordlessly lowering her hand down past her waistband and into her panties, sliding the small figure down to settle pressed against her clit. A shallow breath came out as she started squirming. ‘Oh, that's certainly a feeling I could get used to' she thought to herself as her fingers withdrew. Her attention focusing back on the crowd;

    "One out of three, not good enough, By order of the Goddess, Greenlake is to be destroyed, its population purged and its memory forgotten. By this command, I hereby sentence you all to be stomped on until dead by my boots."

Karen's giggles flowed freely as she made her declaration, trying to make it sound official so the nearby towns would understand the message. Then she stood, her intent made clear the mob who had approached her fled, she watched and laughed with no plans to chase. She instead walked towards the purple flames, using the tips of her boots she started scrubbing the buildings and people from the edges of the fire. ‘Colour in the lines she said...well, let's not take any chances..' she thought to herself as she watched a gang of men vanish into a building, that building then disappearing under the toe of her boot. 

She finally reached the lake; her boots were getting filthy. It seemed like a good idea at the time, a chance to rinse the debris and mush from her shoes. She carefully dragged her right boot across the surface, the water-polluting as her foot dragged, the blue lake turning a murky brown. She nodded in satisfaction as she brought her left boot over the water, the sole swept across some sailing boats in the harbour, Karen jerked her foot back in surprise, twisting to check what her foot had hit and then it happened. Her slick boot sank into the soft mud around the lake, her weight shifted, and she fell over. Her boots were ploughing into Greenlake, demolishing the marina as her head slammed down into an urban centre. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, and her large body stretched out across the lake, a blazing line of purple fire across her chest as she realised she had fallen into the next town. Her heart sank, she could feel the Goddess watching her, her mood, her power, her judgement.

David Monroe, Greenlake Police

The group of them had mustered on the roof of the skyline building, the tallest building in Greenlake. David was leading the towns last hope, hauling the large speakers up to the top, he was going to attempt to negotiate. The huge woman was moving her boots around in the town lake; she seemed docile enough as they hooked up the extensive speaker system. David turned to his deputy and took the microphone;

"Okay, she seems human enough, Let's try an appeal to empathy, young lady like that has to have some heart."

His deputy nodded her head in agreement as she gave the order to switch on the large speaker racks that had been built upon the roof. The group of them stood, hearts pounding as the massive woman turned towards them. David lifted the mic to his lips, nerves getting the better of him as the titan yelped in distress. The ground shook as the mighty woman fell, the explosion of sound knocked them back as a massive boot heel emerged from the thick dust cloud, pushing past their building, coming to rest alongside the skyline building. David ran to the edge of the roof, the devastation unimaginable as the heel had scored a deep trench through the main town centre, the main population centre of Greenlake. 

    "Holy shit, She's killed them all, Quick, We need to talk to her before she tries to stand, that boot is too close to us!"

The air was thick with dust as the massive titan could be heard groaning in the distance. The group of officers tried to refocus and get back to the task at hand. David tapped the mic, and the sound pounded out of the speakers. His team turned to him hopeful as he spoke into the mic.

    "Attention Large Woman, This is David Monroe from the Greenlake PD! We would like to discuss terms! Please be reasonable! We can reach an agreement!"

There was an ominous silence as the enormous titans face appeared, looking down her long body. She wasn't looking at them; however, she was studying the streak of purple fire across her midsection. The woman's attention suddenly shifted skyward; a dark purple cloud had begun swirling above her. Then she screamed, a glass shattering, deafening scream that must have been audible all over the world.

    "NOOOOOO PLEEEEASE!!"

David and his group fell to the ground in pain, covering their ears, looking around he could see a lot of them had started bleeding from their ears.  Then they watched in confusion and awe as a massive pillar of flesh descended through the swirling clouds, a perfectly manicured finger as large as their whole town descended and pinned the titan down by her chest. David looked over to his deputy who was also still recovering;

    "Is that...really? Is this real?"

He said more mouthing the words than speaking them as his second shook her head in disbelief. Then a pulse of power visibly travelled through the finger and slammed into the fallen titan. The already massive woman that had tormented them started to expand in size even further. Her boot pushed deeper into the city, her leg expanding past them, growing large in every direction as the small group backed away from the edges of the building. There was a loud *SNAP* as the woman's massive leather skirt broke free, crashing into the town either side of her expanding pelvis. The titan was crying in pain as her body broke through her restricting garments. 

The expanding thigh of the woman brushed against the building, demolishing it on impact, forcing the police to rally on the far side of the building that was being slowly pushed over.  David couldn't  take his eyes from the massive feet pushing through the mountains north of the city, they were so large and so far away now, his mind was struggling to understand what was going on. His deputy tapped him on the shoulder and gestured for him to turn, his heart sank at the looming shadow as he turned. The woman's towering crotch loomed over them; she had grown to the point that the now exposed nethers looked like a mountain in their own right. The crew only had moments to admire the monument to the goddesses power before the growing ass overrun their building, snuffing them all instantly. 

Karen, Maid of the Goddess

The pain was finally over, she lay pinned by the divine finger, regretting her choice of leathers and boots, rigid materials to expand out of, and as Karen had now learned, very painful. Next time she would just wear the priestess robes. As she lay there, now nude across her hometown, it slowly occurred to her that the Goddesses finger was still pressed into her chest. Her eyes followed the long digit in the sky, getting nervous as she spoke carefully and reverently. 

    "Uh, Goddess? Wha-"

The finger pushed down, squeezing the air out of her and cutting off her speech. Then it moved, dragging her under it. The ground under her felt like soft soil as she was pulled left, then up, jerked to the right and finally shoved down. It wasn't painful, although dirt was being forced into all her cracks as the goddess repeated the pattern. Karen closed her eyes and let it happen, recognising that circular motion after a few rotations, the Goddess was scrubbing the world and she was the rag. Any hope of her friends in the nearby city surviving this was removed from her mind, she had been hopeful they had survived the initial divine encounter, but as she tilted her head, she saw a whole city vanish under her ass. The Goddess slowed, her finger lifting from her chest, Karen breathed deep as the large finger moved beside her and flicked her over onto her stomach. 

    "Wait, Goddess, Wa-"

The pressure came back; her chest forced down into a new continent as the dragging started fresh, this time her breasts being pulled in uncomfortable angles as her face was being smashed into the ground, it was much more unpleasant for her this side down. The population of the world never even crossed her mind, and billions perished under her massive body, held down by a single finger the Goddess.  

New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 5: Temple Vacancy

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

The screen glowed as she reached into her jar of snacks, the small yelps and screams amused her as the group she had trapped in her fingers greedily found its way between her lips. She sucked on the group for a long while as she watched the cooking show on her screen. Karen and three other high priestesses were kneeling beside her sofa in case she needed anything. Over the last few days, the Goddess had become infatuated with a cooking competition being held on one of her worlds. She had even accelerated the hosting world in time between episodes so that she could binge-watch the weekly live show. Slurping down the last of her snacks, she tossed the jar towards her servants, one of which caught it from the air with divine dexterity, quickly scurrying away to refill it. 

    "I like this Emma girl. I think she's going to win...If Darius wins, I'll probably snuff the planet for poor judgement."

She laughed to herself, having declared the planets fate now rested the results of a reality tv show and they had no idea. Letting her power flow around the world, she gripped it with her divine energy. Twisting it in time, she passed a week for them in a second for her. Playing with time was her new fascination. 

The Goddess got herself comfortable as she folded her feet up underneath herself. The small doll-sized disciples that been kissing her feet yelped as the massive feet knocked them aside, moving under the larger woman. Charlotte smiled down on them as she rocked her ass to one side, revealing a dark space between her soles and ass.

    "Come on. You're not done yet!"

She cooed as the two scared-looking women carefully approached her, crawling into the dark space between foot and ass. Once they began to kiss her feet once more, the Goddess lowered herself down, compressing the two women between her rear and her feet. The squirming made her tingle with pleasure as she settled in to watch her show. 

The show's finale started as her servant returned, another jar of snacks placed next to her. Charlotte relaxed down into her sofa as the faint screams of her snacks began once more, she sneered down at them.

    "You know I think you would taste better if I let Emma have a go at you...she is a sorceress in the kitchen! Karen, you could learn from her, maybe be less pointless."

Emma Blake; Masterchef Contestant

The heat from the oven made her sweat as she adjusted her meat while it cooked. She had studied and studied for this moment, the youngest ever finalist on the show. At only 22, Emma had achieved several prestigious cooking awards and cooked show dishes for some very famous people. This was her first time on national TV. However, this was where she could shine. Her opponent, Darius Montenegro, was a two-time show winner and owned his chain of restaurants named after himself. He was also sleeping with one of the judges. Her dish would have to be something so perfect that there could be no doubt in her win. 

The time went swiftly as she plated her assorted meats and sauces. She was famous for her marinated meats. It had quicklöy become her signature dish, the opposite of Darius's all vegan dishes. Everything was coming together as she had hoped, the final garnishes landed as the timer expired. She stood and waited as the camera crews circled about getting close-up shots of her creations and her. She smiled pleasantly as the judges approached, taking their time to prod and poke around both her and Darius's food. His looked like a colour splashed pile of leaves while hers was more traditional, the focus on the flavour and texture rather than a gimmick appearance. 

Darius was talking through his creation, using fancy names for the various leaves and beans. To the average human, he had made a salad bowl from greens and string beans. From his lips, it sounded as if he had climbed mountains for specific strands of the herb. Emma sighed, hoping the judges knew better as they nodded like chickens at the coop. There was a short pause as they talked amongst themselves and to the cameras before coming to stand before her. She described the cooking techniques, the unique preparation and delicate cutting she had performed to ensure the flavours blended correctly and watched nervously as they dissected her work. 

There were a few awkward questions, but they all seemed suitably impressed as they turned away to discuss her work and talk with the cameras again. Emma took the chance to approach her competition, offering her hand;

    "Regardless of the outcome, It has been a fair competition."

Her hand went unanswered as Darius snorted, he waved her off as he poured himself a glass of wine, as she turned to leave he spoke to her;

    "Come back in ten years. Maybe then your meaty slop can compete with genius."

Emma froze, He had been so pleasant and cordial throughout the competition, now the final dishes were made he let the mask slide away. She returned to her counter, heart pounding as she thought about all of the empty compliments he had offered her. There was a tear in her eye when the show producer came over and directed her to move to the center of the stage. The judges lined up, and each spoke glowing reviews of both chefs. There would be no losers today for them, but there would be one loser as far as the Chefs were concerned. The head judge stepped forward, holding the small glass trophy. He stood between them and looked towards the camera. 

    "It is my pleasure to present this year's Masterchef Trophy...to...Darius Montenegro!"

Emma's heart sank, she felt like she may fall to her knees as Darius stepped forward taking and lifting the trophy, blowing a kiss to head judge as he did so, the judge visibly winking back at him. The conspiracy and corruption were as real as she had feared. Should she speak up while they were still live on air? It would end her career if she couldn't prove it-her mind span in anger and frustration as her eyes welled up.  

Then everything went silent. Emma brushed the tears from her eyes as she looked around, everyone was frozen, motionless as if time had stopped. The sound of footsteps caught her attention as a tall blonde woman, maybe 9ft tall dressed in a long white gown stepped onto the stage. Emma could feel her presence; she fell to her knees as the tall woman stopped in front of her. 

    "Priestess Jemma, I am honoured by your presence, Please forgive my failure today!"

The Priestess gestured for her to rise and gently pat her on the head. The large woman was the most powerful being on the planet, and here she was talking to Emma directly. She fished an envelope out from inside of her robes and offered it wordlessly to Emma. She took it reverently and handled it as if it were the most fragile thing in the world. The Priestess spoke softly.

    "Congratulations Miss Blake, You have been offered an interview to cook at the temple."

Emma carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the thick paper. The calligraphy was exquisite. The letter was short and direct. She had been officially invited to accompany Priestess Jemma to the temple to interview for the role of Head Chef. She folded the invitation and looked back up at the tall woman.

    "Thank you for this opportunity, Priestess. I won't let you down. I'll cook the best dishes for you!"

The Priestess burst out into laughter as she pressed her large hand into Emma's back, leading her away from the others. 

    "You misunderstand, This is an interview to cook for Goddess Valis, Not my lowly self. If you are successful in this interview, the perks include small things like; Immortality, Being the fourth most powerful person in existence and probably good dental."

Emma froze. She opened the envelope again, closed it, opened it and finally closed it again. The Blonde woman looked down on her, smiling and raising an eyebrow in concern. Em found her voice as she stuttered. 

    "Goddess Valis? She who sank the eastern nation because she had drunk too much? The divine being who labelled us a bathroom planet?" 

Jemma nodded, then she shrugged and led Emma towards a door.

    "It is her way to claim planets with a show of power, While it is true the smell of urine lingered for many months after her visit, we have never missed a tribute, and she has been happy with us ever since."

The door lit up with a bright light as Emma stepped through, the Priestess crouching down to squeeze through the door. There was a large table with a seat either side, a wide array of tools spread around neatly organised. As she took the offered seat, the Priestess sat opposite and folded her arms before her. They both sat in silence to a long moment before another woman entered, dressed only in dark black underwear she strode past them both, waved her hand towards the corner of the room, and a large sofa appeared. The new woman flopped down into it and rolled over to look at the setup. She smiled and nodded to Jemma, who began to speak. 

    "Eyes on me, The Goddess is preparing herself for a pleasure session. Apparently, a world has offended her, So we need to make this quick and impress her, if you can stimulate her with your cooking, that would count in your favour."

Frank Zimmers - Long Term Prisoner

His wrists chafed at the chains. He had been locked up in the dark for months ever since that massive bimbo had plucked him up and sorted him into a disposable pile. There were five others, two other guys and three girls all chained up with him. There were scraping feet as an acolyte twice his size led another line of prisoners into the room they were waiting in, another 6, three men and three women, these were twice the size of Franks group though, standing as tall as the 12ft acolyte. One of the large female prisoners winked down at Frank as she was dragged past. 

Talking got them a quick whipping from the patrolling Acolytes, so they all sat silently appraising each other. Another Acolyte entered, another chain gang of six prisoners following her, like a row of tiny ducklings behind her heels, they were all below her knee in height, half the size of franks group-three sets of six, all different sizes. Frank nudged the woman next to him and started to whisper something. The whip struck both of them immediately, and the woman recoiled from Frank spitting in his face. The whip had hurt, more than he was expecting as he bent down in pain. A loud bang echoed through the room as a large door started to open. The lead Acolyte stepped forwards and addressed all three groups of prisoners.

    "Listen up, scum! This is your chance to be worth something, Stay in line, Stand up Straight, Say nothing! To your left will be a priestess, to your right will be the VIP, You will follow the line in front until you are told to stop, You will then all turn and bow to the priestess before turning and standing to attention before the VIP. Do you all understand!"

There was a mumble of a reply before the Acolyte snapped her whip, drawing out a more enthusiastic reaction from the prisoners. 

Frank followed the line, the large ass of the female prisoner ahead of him at eye level. There were worse things he could have had to stare at he thought. She stopped abruptly and thrust her hips back, her ass crashing into his face as she giggled and kept walking. Frank smiled at the playful woman, the action had hurt, but he still loved it. The light got bright as they left the room, and the world opened up into a vast white expanse.

His eyes were drawn all around as they passed massive objects, unable to make out what they were they were so large. As they entered a clearing he saw them, two colossal titans looming overhead. They were both only visible from their breasts up as the line of prisoners was led between them. One of them was even more massive than the other with cascading blonde hair. That was the Priestess he thought as he looked towards the other, an average looking girl with brown hair tied up draping around her neck. She looked confused to see him as he did her. 

The line drew to a stop, and they all turned to face the blond, her large bosom resting on the edge of their platform as they bowed. Moments later, Frank found himself turned around standing to attention before the other titan, Acolytes patrolling behind him as the huge priestess began to speak.

    "I HAVE EXPLAINED THE TOOLS. THESE ARE THE INGREDIENTS. THE GODDESS PREFERS THEM TO BE ABLE TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH HER WHEN THEY ARE PRESENTED TO HER, BEAR THAT IN MIND. YOU NEED TO PREPARE A SNACK. YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES!"

The words were loud and deafening when she finally stopped, Frank and those around him visibility breathed out in relief. A few of the larger prisoners seemed to be trying to move to struggle against the air. They heard what was said more clearly than him; he was only able to absorb a few of the words. Just out of instinct, he tried as well, his feet would not obey him, as much as he tried, he couldn't move. The Brunette girl was running her finger down the line of them, chewing her lip in indecision. 

    "I'LL TAKE...ALL OF THE ONE INCH, I THINK THAT WILL DO, FOR NOW AT LEAST!"

As she spoke an Acolyte appeared behind Frank, gripping his chain and pulling him forward towards the large woman, the other prisoners in the group were dragged behind him as they were led into the open space before the looming titan. The Acolyte turned and unclipped the shackles, removing the chains from the line and striding off, leaving them to their fate. The young-looking face above them spoke down towards them. 

    "PLEASE LAY DOWN ON YOUR BACKS AND SPREAD YOURSELVES INTO A STAR SHAPE, DON'T MAKE ME DO IT, YOU MAY GET HURT!"

Frank stared up as the woman spoke with painfully loud volume; the others around him had already started to obey. There was no escaping this fate; the powers at play were far beyond his ability to resist. He dropped onto his stomach and spread his limbs out. The huge woman started moving around above them before a light tingling sensation came across him; she was spraying them with something. He tried to roll over to look, but his arms were locked in place. It felt like he had been glued in place. 

    "THAT'S JUST A BINDING AGENT, PEPPERMINT, NOW, THIS NEXT ONE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL WEAK, SO PLEASE DON'T FIGHT IT, YOU MAY BREAK SOMETHING!"

There were more large movements as a brush appeared in Frank's peripheral vision; he felt it drag over him, coating him in a liquid. A few moments later, a large fingernail appeared beside him and gently flipped him onto his back. He stared up in terror at the focused woman who was bringing a vast brush down over his face. The slimy material felt like it was soaking into his skin as she dragged it across his body. The priestesses voice came back as the brush moved to the next prisoner.

    "THAT'S DESIGNED TO TOUGHEN THEM UP SO THEY CAN BE CHEWIER, WHY DID YOU REVERSE IT? WON'T THAT MAKE THEM MORE FRAGILE THAN THEY ALREADY ARE?" 

The big brunette smirked as she put the brush down and took another spray bottle. Bringing it over Frank he wanted to scream in protest, but he couldn't move, his mouth not opening as the large spray hit him. 

    "THAT'S THE PLAN YES; THIS IS CHOCOLATE, WHO DOESN'T LOVE CHOCOLATE"

Frank couldn't see or hear anything after that. The ‘chocolate' had formed a shell over his face. He lay there unable to move when suddenly light returned, his eyes and mouth cleared as the huge woman pointed a large knife straight at his face. 

    "YOU NEED TO BE ABLE TO CONVERSE, SO CANT HAVE THIS COVERING YOU UP!"

She moved on to the next. He watched in morbid fascination at the scale of the massive woman, he tried to yell up to her but found it hard to draw in enough breath to speak more than a few words. Frank lay there, knowing he was becoming food, unable to do anything about it as his mind broke, tears leaving his eyes. 

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Charlotte's hand was in her panties as she watched the interview, Jemma had been a good Priestess, she would offer her a place in the temple once this was done. Afterall there would be no world to go back to. She had already decided that. The young Chef was as she had expected after watching her on the show over the last few days, The Goddess was feeling confident about this interview, She would invite her to collect ingredients from her homeworld during its obliteration. She finally caught him, the man that been avoiding her finger for the last few minutes as she dug around playfully. Bringing him out trapped under her fingertip, she sniffed him playfully and smirked before licking him out from under her nail. She loved playing with her food. The new chef approached, taking a knee before her and offering her a small bowl of chocolate snowflakes. Charlotte looked at them eagerly;

    "Discuss your dish!"

She said gleefully as they had often said on the show, excited to have Emma offer her an explanation as she had done the judges. The young chef looked up at her curiously before pointing into the bowl with her free hand.

    "These are lightly minted chocolate flakes, Made from people as requested. If the mixture works as planned, you only need to place them on your tongue and enjoy the flavours!"

Charlotte lifted an eyebrow in curiosity as she gently lifted one of the flakes from the bowl and examined it closely. Smiling when she saw the tiny mans face looking back at her, she spoke softly to him.

    "How does it feel being a flake of food?"

The Goddess chimed. The man replied with the typical pleading for mercy and begging for life. She shook her head at the unoriginality of it all before doing as her chef instructed, resting the flake on her tongue and closing her mouth. The flavours dispersed across her tongue, a wave of pleasurable tingles erupted across her mouth as she heard the mortal scream before dissolving into nothing but tasty juice. Her chef spoke up as the Goddesses pleasure was evident.

    "The hardening serum in reverse should have made them soft enough to dissolve in saliva, dispersing the flavours evenly and giving you the true ‘melt in your mouth' sensation."

The Goddess giggled as she swallowed, her fingers already plucking up another as she licked her lips. The tiny woman's face looked back at her; she blew her a kiss, sliding her onto a waiting tongue. 

    "MMMMM I love them, These are going to replace the normal jars for snacks, Oh fuck yes, Emma, You're hired, Welcome to the temple! Now, three hundred more of these, immediately, take whatever Priestesses you need."

Charlotte took the bowl from her and tipped it into her mouth. The explosion of flavours and accompanying screams of terror made her moist and ready to end a world. 

New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 6: Divine Trinkets

Rebecca Keats, Frustrated Teacher

He was cheating on her. Right now, in her apartment, she knew it. Becky dropped the phone between her feet as she started crying. Sat alone on the park bench, her worst fears confirmed. Her fingers drew the small coin out from her pocket as she wept, her only long term lover was screwing her best friend. Feelings of loss and despair welled up as tears streamed into her hands. This was what it felt like to have nothing.

    "Is this seat taken?"

A soft feminine voice asked as Rebecca shook her head, hiding her face as she dug into her pockets for a tissue. The stranger sat down and offered her a fabric handkerchief. Becky stared at it for a long moment before taking it gratefully and rubbing the tears from her face. 

    "Thank you; not many people carry nice handkerchiefs anymore, do you make a habit of comforting crying women?"

Rebecca said, trying to make light conversation as she offered the now damp cloth back to the woman who gestured for her to keep it. The woman was wearing dark jeans and a comfortable looking coat, her long purple hair smoothly flowed over her shoulders as she smiled kindly. The woman spoke while observing the park around them.

    "Only occasionally when people ask very nicely, Boyfriend trouble?"

The woman's voice was calming, and the company was certainly welcome, although she didn't remember asking for her help. She rolled the coin around in her fingers as she thought on the best way to explain the situation, as she replied, the strangers' eyes locked onto the coin.

    "I installed a video doorbell on my apartment, linked it to my phone without telling John, the BF, so when Veronika came over to fuck him, I heard it all, he doesn't know I know but...well...anyway...that's where I am, Sorry I didn't mean to dump all of that on you I just needed to get it out you know!"

The other woman smiled and nodded her head in understanding; then she pointed towards the coin in Beckie's hand. Shrugging she handed the coin over;

    "It's just a small symbol of the Goddess; it makes me feel better knowing there is a woman up there looking out for us all you know..."

The stranger appraised the coin before handing back with a twisted expression;

    "Is that an official token from the temple? I've not seen it before,"

Thankful for the change of subject, Rebecca found a new appreciation for this stranger. Lifting the coin to the sun, it glowed slightly. The resin finish was refracting the light in a lovely pattern. She smiled and turned back to the stranger. 

    "No, They are expensive, this is from a lady who lives in my building, Jolinda, she makes them. Apparently, Priestess Lisa approved it, but I don't believe that. Priestess Lisa has never even been to our country. Here, you can have it."

She offered the coin to the stranger as a token of friendship; the woman smiled and pushed her hand away. Making to stand up, she stretched and turned to look down towards Becky with a wide grin on her face.

    "How about you take me to see, Jolinda, and then we can check in on your boyfriend while we are there?"

The two women just stared at each other for a long moment as Rebecca pondered over this sudden offer. It would feel good to confront John, and not being alone would certainly make her feel more comfortable. She slid the coin back into her pocket, picked her phone up from the floor and dropped into her bag. Pushing to her feet, she returned the stranger's smile and nodded.

    "Okay, sounds good, You get your token, and I get some backup. Afterwards, we should grab a drink!"

The two women wandered mostly in silence out of the park and into the tall jungle of apartment buildings. The busy streets provided ample distraction as they made their way towards her apartment. As they entered the tall tower building, Becky pointed out a poster on the notice board, ‘Jolinda's Artefacts of Worship; Approved by Priestess Lisa'. The stranger nodded and seemed to be lost in thought as they entered the elevator to the 11th floor where Jolinda lived. The stranger turned to face Becky and spoke almost conspiratorially.

"You go up and wait for me on your floor; I have a personal matter to discuss with Jolinda, I take my divine tokens very personally, I'll join you in a few minutes."

Becky shrugged and gestured to the 15th-floor button before pushing it.

"Don't be too long. I'm already anxious!"

 The stranger left the elevator with a reassuring nod and headed down the corridor. 

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Striding down the dirty corridor of this city apartment block made her feel filthy. Still, she enjoyed the conversation and playing with the lives of her pets from time to time. There was a rush of wind from behind her as Priestess Lisa appeared in the corridor, walking after her in her loose priestess robes.  She stepped but beside Charlotte as she stopped before the marked door. Lisa dropped to her knees on the dirty floor;

    "Goddess, I came as you called, How I can be of service!"

The Goddess smiled and lifted her servant by her shoulder, brushing her robes off with her other hand. 

    "Stand up, this place is disgusting, This woman claims to have your endorsement for selling fake icons in my image, I want to see her face when you walk in and do your thing, just don't kill her, I want her."

Stepping to the side of the door, Charlotte gestured for Lisa to knock. Her Priestess looked as nervous as her first day as she waited, the faint sounds of movement beyond the door. Charlotte touched Lisa's robes, giving them a slight illumination; she was representing her after all. After a moment the door swung open, Lisa tilted her head as a small Asian woman stood dumbstruck staring up at her from her dark apartment. Lisa glowered at the woman, staring into her eyes and stepping towards her, causing her to trip over backwards.

    "I've heard that you are selling false idols of our Goddess, How do you plead mortal!"

Charlotte giggled as her Priestess dominated the cowering mortal in a few steps and powerful words, even at mortal size her servants were powerful. The woman started babbling as she rolled onto her knees;

    "Please priestess, It's not true, whoever told you that is lying, I honour you and the temple!"

Lisa just stood and stared as Charlotte strutted beside her, admiring the various decorations and trinkets around the small living space. Lifting a few coins, she dropped them down in front of the kneeling woman and then gestured to her servant to continue. Lisa scowled as she chastised her.

    "You accuse the Goddess herself of being a liar, In her presence, may she have mercy on your soul as your fate is no longer in my hands."

Charlotte giggled as she knelt next to the trembling mortal, she was sweating and shaking in terror as the Goddess face entered her peripheral vision, the Goddess licking her lips slowly. 

    "I am a liar, am I mortal...I think you should make one final token to me."

The Goddesses slender fingered selected a coin from the floor, the resin warping and melting in her fingers as she shaped it with her magic. The Priestess and the Asian woman stared at the display in wonder as the material swirled around and took a new form, a small thimble-sized cage on a delicate chain. The short-chain hung from between her fingers in front of the kneeling woman. Lisa also crouched down to admire the design as the Goddess spoke softly.

    "Can you guess what comes next human? No? How about you Priestess, what do you think comes next?"

Lisa grinned as she stood and looked down on the cowering, trembling woman, then she spoke with a gentle, joyful tone;

    "I think Goddess, This deceitful human has a new eternal home to get comfortable in."

The Goddess and her servant both giggled as the woman cried, Charlotte's power already working itself around her, reducing her, punishing her. The Asian woman vanished, leaving only her clothes as the naked woman appeared in the tiny cages, dangling from the chain between the Goddesses fingers. 

Charlotte let her Priestess admire the work for a moment before sliding the cage and chain between her breasts. As they walked from the room, she spoke some parting words to Lisa.

    "This one is a gift for a new friend, You've done well on this world, for the most part, Tell the world of this woman and double the months' tributes, that should satisfy me for this transgression."

Lisa bowed deeply and accepted the commands, vanishing in a flourish of a courtesy, leaving the Goddess alone once more in the dank corridor. 

Rebecca Keats, Frustrated Teacher

Rebecca stood nervously outside her apartment, tempted to go in and confront her cheating partner. She turned to look out of the window down onto the street for only a moment when a light breeze brushed past her ear, a slight floral scent she recognised. Turning around, she found her new friend standing there, smiling sweetly. Becky nodded in appreciation as she turned back to the door and slid her key quietly into the lock. 

    "I didn't hear the elevator open. Did you take the stairs?"

She said in a low tone as she prepared to open the door. The woman let out a soft giggle as she shook her head and nodded towards the door.

    "Okay okay, here we go..."

The door swung open silently as the two women entered the apartment. She quickly led the way towards her bedroom, bracing outside the door before swinging it open quickly. The response was instant. A flurry of bedding erupted from her bed, Her boyfriend sitting up glowing red as his partner vanished under the sheets creating a prominent bulge in the sheets. The name quickly stood, fully nude and held his arms out before himself in a pleading gesture.

    "Becky, What are...Please, This isn't as bad as it looks! She's going through a rough time and needed someone I was just a good friend!"

Becky gawked indignantly as she strode in and ripped the sheet from Veronika, her naked form coiling up away from her. Her new friend stood in the doorway. Her flowing purple hair seemed to be drifting on its own as she watched. Anger boiled over, and she slapped John hard across the face, he grabbed her hand in the backswing and pushed her back. 

    "You cheating bastard! How could you! And you Veronika! WE WERE BEST FRIENDS! How could you! I AM DONE, I AM DONE WITH BOTH OF YOU! GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT! NOW!" 

She was screaming by the end of it, her tears flowing from her eyes as she flailed her arms towards the door, John approached her trying to calm her down with a placating gesture as her new friend stepped between them. John backed away immediately, walking backwards into the wall, mumbled incoherently. Her friend spoke without looking back,

    "Rebecca, would you like these two to suffer, be removed from your life forever, or are you looking to give them another chance..."

Her voice had a slight resonance to it that previously was not there. It made her feel calm and confident as she considered the words, not sure what they meant as she stared at John, who seemed terrified. Turning to look at Veronika, the girl seemed to be babbling in gibberish while staring at her new friend. Becky sighed slightly confused by their strange reactions as she answered her friends' question.

    "I'm done with John. I never want to see him again...I have to work with Veronika, I'm going to make her suffer for this betrayal..."

Her friend stepped forward towards John, her hair blowing as if caught in a light breeze. Everyone in the room watched as she approached John, who was pinning himself into the wall. With one hand she reached down and grabbed his throat, lifting him into the air in front of her. Becky gasped, She was strong, Lifting a grown man with one hand. Then she turned and opened the window with her hand, smiling at John, who was gasping for air. Becky finally saw her friends face. Her eyes were glowing a soft purple; she was not human. A small strike of fear was replaced with horror as the woman's hand dragged John out of the window and dropped him like a piece of waste into a trashcan. Then she turned back smiling, brushing her hands together as if the man had been dirty. She looked towards Veronika and spoke.

    "My new friend here wants you to suffer, so you got lucky!"

Becky wanted to say something to intervene, but the woman's hand stretched out, and a blast of pastel purple power shot out and into Veronika, the woman shrivelling up into a ball as she shrank down to the size of a tampon. Her new friend walked over and plucked her up between two fingers as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do and brought her over to Becky. 

    "This is for you. Do with her as you wish."

The warm smile ran counter to the act of murder she had just committed as Rebecca finally found her voice, ignoring the dangling Veronika and dashing to the window, Screaming.

    "Oh My  Goddess, Is he dead?`Did you just kill John?"

The woman laughed as she turned back, rolling Veronika into her palm before gripping her in a fist.

    "Oh I would think so, I don't know many mortals who can survive a 15 storey fall, could you imagine? Like some kind of super ant."

The woman was giggling as Becky felt her step beside her and look out of the window. Becky cringed at the word mortal. What implications did that have. She was backing away from the window she took in the full image of her new friend, Normal clothes, Normal accent...flowing hair and glowing eyes. She did recognise those eyes. Now she was looking carefully. She realised the profile. 

    "G...G...Goddess Valis?"

The woman smiled warmly back, extending her arm and letting Veronika dangle between her fingers, awkwardly by one leg.

    "Ah, You're learning, Here, take her." 

Becky felt awed as she gazed upon the woman, extending her arm she carefully gripped Veronika in two fingers, the small woman squeaked in protest as the Goddess released her. The Goddess withdrew her hand and dipped it into her cleavage, removing a little trinket, offering it to Becky with a nod. Taking the small pendant in her other hand, she studied it, a small gilded cage with a tiny woman inside, Jolinda. She looked back to the Goddess, who was observing her.

    "Jolinda? I guess she didn't have your blessing after all, Why give her to me, Goddess?

The Goddess gestured for the door and strode out, speaking her shoulder as she did so. 

    "You need a real token to worship me with, That's better than any coin. Now didn't we have plans for drinks? Stick those toys in your purse, and let's go. I can't wait to watch a barista swimming in my fresh boiling coffee." 

New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 7: Spoiled Meat

Acolyte Ophelia - New Valis Acolyte

Her mistress screamed down the hall, the commands of a bratty mortal. Ophelia hopped to her feet promptly, swiping a tray of sweets and fruits from the shelves with one arm and clutching a jug of wine with her other. A manservant appeared by the door as she left the kitchens.

"Mistress Ophelia, The doctor is here to see the lady of the house."

He offered promptly before vanishing into a servants entrance. The Temple was a maze of such tunnels to allow the lesser help to move around unseen.

 The woman lay on her plush four-poster bed, two other temple acolytes already attending her with massages and pedicures. This work was degrading for an Acolyte, serving a mortal. It was, however, The will of the Priestess and as such was beyond question. The heavyset woman rolled over as Ophelia appeared, offering the tray of food, the gluttonous woman smirked at her as she reached for the food. 

    "Be a dear Ophy and fetch me some hunky men, I fancy an Orgy this evening!"

The woman crooned as she stuffed her face with a rich piece of cake. Her fellow Acolytes wasted no time in applauding the idea of having some men brought in for pleasure. Ophelia knew they were only pushing these ideas to get themselves the night off. A sentiment she supported.

    "Of course, Mistress, I will arrange it at once. Oh, The Doctor is here to see you."

The rotund woman squinted her eyes at her as she swallowed the food in her mouth. She reached for another piece of cake as she kicked the Acolyte by her feet in the face and brushed the other from her shoulders with an overhead swipe. 

    "Better show her in then, Out slaves, The doctor and I have important business."

The two other Acolytes fell into step behind Ophelia as she left the room, quickly dropped the serving trays and turning towards the main entrance. The small lobby was a practical affair with little decoration, the Mistress of the house never ventured here. As they opened the door, all three Acolytes fell to their knees in supplication. 

    "Maid Emma, It is a pleasure to see you again."

Ophelia offered in greeting as a formally dressed woman in a dark blue skirt and blouse stepped in, gesturing for them all to stand. She smiled warmly at them as she slowly stepped towards the hallway to the mistresses home.

    "You know I don't like all that formal stuff Ophy, Hows the latest client doing?"

The three Acolytes followed reverently behind the Goddesses Maid as she took her time walking towards their esteemed guest.

    "She's one of the worst we've ever had, mean, cruelly treats us like dirt."

Ophelia spat with undisguised venom in her voice. Her fellow Acolytes nodded their approval as Emma glanced back. The maid shrugged as she stopped outside the luxury chambers and addressed the three Acolyte.

    "Listen, If she's ready I'll take her off your hands today, If not, Another week, I have mentioned to Priestess Lisa that you are performing exemplary work, The last girl you attended earned me some high praise with our Goddess. I like it. Your work is not unappreciated."

Ophelia grinned as she fell into a  deep curtsey, her companions doing the same as Emma entered the room. 

Emma Blake - Maid of Valis

The room smelled of honey and caramel as she closed the doors behind her, watching the Acolytes scurry away. Emma had fallen into her new role quickly, The Goddess had given her a chance, and she had wasted no time in perfecting her craft at a level to impress a Divine. She had made friends with the various priestesses, and offered up ideas in which they could best serve their deity, receive recognition for their efforts and stimulate their population at the same time. Thus came the pleasure chambers. Luxury apartments build within the planetary temples, hosting mortals with everything their hearts could desire. These chosen few would be pampered and cared for, treated like royalty by none other than the temples own Acolytes. 

Emma smiled as she looked at the large woman on the comfortable bed. The woman struggled to stand to greet her as she approached-a sign she had not had to move much the last few months. Perfect. Gesturing for her to remain seated, Emma pulled a chain up to the bed and placed her bag down on the bed. 

    "So, Libby, How have they been treating you?"

She offered gently as she withdrew a small scanning device and carefully ran it along the woman's thighs and stomach. Libby sighed as she chewed on a grape.

    "Sneaky little wenches, I caught one of them eating one of my grapes when they thought I wasn't looking, I'd very much like her replaced. I am also putting on a bit of weight. Maybe we could get a treadmill in here or something..."

The woman's snide tone irked Emma slightly as she thought back to what the Acolytes had said about her. Sliding her hands around the woman's back, she squeezed at the rolls of fat around the pampered woman's midsection. She smiled to herself as she withdrew and looked at the woman in the eyes.

    "You're very tender, the Acolytes have done an excellent job keeping you relaxed. Your weight seems to be coming along nicely too. I don't think you'll have to worry about the thieving girls anymore. I think you're ready to move up to the next stage."

Emma smirked as she packed her scanner back into her back and stood up. The woman started to throw questions and complaints at her as she left, but Emma had no further interest in a discussion as she left the chambers. Ophelia was waiting for her by the exit, the Three Acolytes eager for her verdict.

    "She's ready, Oil her up and slide her through the gate."

The three Acolytes almost jumped with joy as they awkwardly bowed and half sprinted towards Libby's chambers.

The temple lights dimmed as Emma entered the central kitchens. Everything was spotless, As it always should be. Emma started pulling the various herbs and spices from the racks. It had become a tradition for the Acolytes who nurtured the meat to be present during its preparation. This was a reward to the Acolytes, being of divine stature was never awarded to anyone below a maid under any normal circumstances. The Goddess allowed Emma this luxury as part of the deal for her devoted work. 

Em smiled as the larger woman slid from the small door on the end of her counter. The woman careened across the smooth surface before reaching a slow stop in the centre of her chopping board. The woman was five inches, well oiled and perfectly fattened. The door to her left opened, and Ophelia stood, awaiting an invite. Smiling, she beckoned them in,

    "Come in girls, Welcome to the Temple Kitchen, If the Goddess comes in, drop to your knees and remain perfectly still and silent unless addressed. Now, you three can start preparing the sides. I'll start on the main dish."

The Acolytes got to work on the various workspaces as Emma placed her hand on the terrified woman before her. She muttered under her breath as she rubbed the woman gently, her oiled body sliding through her fingers as she flipped her over a couple of times. Her fingers tingled with divine power as the limited immortality soaked into the screaming woman. Finally, Emma flipped her back onto her back and pinned her under two fingers as her other hand drew a long sharp blade. She smiled sweetly as she spoke to the terrified looking Libby. 

    "This is going to hurt...a lot...but do not fear, you're not going die, You're not even going to bleed, The Goddess likes her meat juicy."

Emma squirted her eyes as her tongue slid to one side of her mouth as she focused, bringing the knife down onto the squirming form. The girl bucked at the first cut, a fine shallow diagonal slice, as promised there was no blood although the woman was now writhing in pain. Emma repeated the process, crisscrossing the woman's skin with shallow slits. When she was done, the woman was unable to move without opening a cut, causing her more pain. As a result, she held very still when Emma released her. Turning towards Ophelia, the maid pointed to the agonised woman. 

    "Now you can have some revenge, Wash your hands, come over here and kneed this spice mix into her, make sure shes thoroughly coated before we lightly toast her."

Ophelia's face lit up in a grin as she hurried over to stand over her former mistress, the woman was blind from tears and rocking around in agony. The Acolyte took the spice bowl and sprinkled it over the chopping board next to the woman who had been degrading her of the last six months. She spoke with a cold tone as her hand reached for the woman.

    "I'm going to enjoy this you little bitch..."

The large hand gripped and squeezed the oiled cut-up woman who screamed in renewed agony. Ophelia wasted no time in placing her down in the spice mix and harshing rolling her around, making sure all of the narrow cuts were pulled open to allow the spices in. Emma nodded her approval as she placed the baking tray down next to the Acolyte. 

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

The abyss was a silent and lifeless place, She hated being here, but the summons had been persistent. There was no power to match her in her plane of existence. Unfortunately, there were other plans of reality, and that knowledge had always irked her. It was one such plane that had reached out to her, Lyssa, The Goddess of the realm of death. Charlotte conjured herself a throne to sit in. There was nothing else in this void between planes of existence. She may as well sit down. The veil opened and the grey-skinned always naked form of Lyssa stepped though, looking as drab as Charlotte remembered her. 

    "You called?"

The Goddess said in a sarcastic tone as she kicked her feet up over the side of her new throne. The grey woman smiled as she created a similar style chair of her own.

    "You've been sending a lot more souls my way recently sister. I am concerned about you."

Charlotte sneered at the woman, sisters they were not, It seemed to something these other realm deities like to assume, family ties. She sighed as she withdrew a small squirming man from her bra, popping him between her fingers she watched amused as his soul squirted from her fingers and flew towards Lyssa. 

    "What can I say? Mileage varies on much pleasure I can extract from a single mortal life."

The other woman side as she caught the soul between her teeth and swallowed it. The grey woman extended her fingers, and the mist formed into the form of a large chart comprised of various stars. 

    "As you can see, the amount of life being funnelled to me as increase 40,000% over the last century, since your rebirth in the plane of mortals."

Charlotte sighed as she withdrew another couple of humans from her bra, this time tossing them up and catching them in her mouth, the crunch echoed through the void as the souls seeped from her lips, streaking towards the other Goddess. 

    "What can I say, My appetite for life grows with my domain over my universe!"

Lyssa grabbed the two souls from the air and gripped them tightly. She glared towards Charlotte as she stood from her throne.

    "Am I not mistaken in thinking you have yet to regain your power to create life? After you gave it up to explore the other dimensions?"

Both Goddess had been getting angry as the colours of abyss started to tint with growing magical energy. Charlotte stood, her throne vanishing in a puff of purple smoke behind her.

    "It is true. I have yet to reclaim that power from Sarah. It is only a matter of time. I am bringing the universe under the heel. She is running out of planets to hide on."

The two women stared at each other for a long silent moment before Lyssa backed down and turned to leave. She shook her head slightly as the veil opened.

    "Just don't kill them all before you recover the power to make more, My realm relies on yours, just as you rely on mine."

Charlotte shrugged as she plucked another mortal out and grinned towards the retreating grey Goddess.

    "I'll use as many as I please, I'll get back to my full strength soon, do not worry."

Then she was gone as Charlotte let the human fall and kicked the tiny being through the veil after the Goddess of Death.

Returning to her Temple, she breathed deep of the vibrant and colourful air, Once again, she was the most powerful being in the universe, and everything felt right. Striding into the kitchen, she saw Emma removing a tray from the oven as three other servants dropped to their knees. The room smelled beautiful as the Goddess slid into one of the chairs. 

"Emma, take out one on your jars of mortals, the one where they are the size of salt grains.." 

Her Chef quickly placed the fantastic smelling food down on the counter as she rushed to a cupboard and took out a glass jar. Bringing it over to the Goddess she knelt and offered it out to her. Charlotte smirked as she pointed towards the stove, a frying pan appearing, searing hot. 

    "Pour them into that...This should give that grey bimbo something to chew on..."

She said casually as she leaned forward, placing her in her hands to watch. The three serving girls seemed to fidget, trying to see as the maid slowly stepped towards the searing pan. Charlotte turned her divine sense into listening as millions of tiny mortals screamed out in terror before exploding in small firey pops as they touched the pans surface. As Emma kept pouring the little people turned into a thin red paste across the bottom of the pan, the room smelling of burned meat from the previously delightful scent. Emma turned as the last people fell from the jar;

    "That's all of them, Goddess, What should I do with the results?"

Charlotte smirked as she sat up again. She looked over the room, the serving girls and finally her eyes rested on the squirming girl on the baking tray, and she felt her mouth water a little. Turning back to Emma she nodded her approval.

    "Oh, just rinse it out, I was sending a message to an old friend, I would, however, like to try the meal you were preparing when I came in."

Emma smirked as she tossed the pan down to Ophelia who caught it without looking up. Turning back to Libby, she delicately dragged the baked woman onto the plate of salad and lightly dribbled some sauce over her squirming form. Her latest dish plated, the Chef turned back, fell to one knee once more and slid the plate in front of her Goddess.

The small woman writhed in pain as the fork broke into her, lifting the little woman to her mouth. The Goddess could smell the flavours as she pushed the whole woman into her mouth. She was savouring the delicious treat, sucking on it from a long moment before slowly chewing. A few minutes passed of culinary bliss before she finally swallowed and rested back in her chair.

    "Fuck, Emma, you were the best decision I have made in a long time... let's get another one of those for tomorrow shall we."

New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 8: The Window

Kieran Nu - Slave 17,988,500-12

The day had been a long one. He had cleaned his mistresses chambers following her birthday party the previous evening, prepared her evening meal and laundered her robes for the next day. Kicking back in his tiny room, he reflected on his good fortune, even though his body ached and his hands were raw from the cleaning, he knew he was one of the lucky ones. Being a manservant for an Acolyte of the Temple was the highest position a slave could attain. He closed his eyes to try and get some sleep before his lady returned from her duties, she was in charge of ten thousand slaves, all of which were assigned to cleaning the hairs from the Goddesses hairbrush. A job he had performed himself for nearly five years before Acolyte Lindsey had chosen him to replace her previous servant. 

He heard the door open as the Acolyte strode in, a small woman behind her, Lindsey stood at an impressive 12ft tall to Kieran, the woman that followed her was the same size as him. He cautiously approached his mistress and took a knee as she slid out of her sandals. She ignored him and strolled into the kitchen to appraise the meal he had prepared. She spoke over her should as she left;

    "Jillian, Your first task to have the old slave banished, Just toss him to the Disciple."

Kieran felt his heart stop, as the new girl reached for his shoulder. He started to resist before thinking better of it. His mistress had already left the room, leaving no room for negotiation. The woman was looking at him sympathetically as she ushed him out of the still-open door. She whispered to him lightly as she led him outside.

    "I'm sorry. She grabbed me today and said she felt like a change. I did not ask for this."

He nodded at her silently, he had only made it a month as her servant, and he never did learn what happened to her previous one. He offered her a broken smile but decided not to give her any advice. Mistress Lindsey would have to train her from scratch for casting him out so casually. He was about to wish her luck when a pair of fingers as long as he was tall gripped him by the shoulders and lifted him.

A large bored-looking female face consumed his vision as she clucked her tongue. 

    "Acolyte's discard? I think you would enjoy The Window, consider yourself lucky slave, you're going to get to see the Goddess."

Kieran didn't get a chance to reply as he was dropped into a belt pouch. The Disciple was the owner of the Acolytes in this section. Keiran always thought of her as the landlord, always sitting around outside the Acolytes chambers watching them come and go like dolls. He felt her name was Dee, but he wasn't sure, she was always referred to by the title. Now he rested at the bottom of her belt pouch, waiting to be redistributed as she saw fit. 

Sleep came quickly inside the warm darkness of the soft leather pouch. He was alone, and there was plenty of space for him to get comfortable with the slight swinging as the large woman moved about her day. Consciousness surged back to him when a large digit compressed into his face as he was carelessly snatched from his prison sometime later. He could see nothing the large finger smothered him his legs swinging wildly as he was taken. Panic took over as he ran out of breath, unable to even gasp against the huge fingertip, he was sure he was about to die.

Then it was over. He sat in a softly lit room with a single door in the wall opposite him. The fingers had retreated out through the ceiling, and a solid hatch had immediately closed him in. With no other options, he opened the door. Another door lay just beyond. Blank white walls, softly illuminated and nothing else of note lay between this door and the next. Stepping in towards the second door, the one he came in through slammed closed. He turned to see it was now a continued white wall, leaving him only one option. Kieran felt a small twang of worry as reached to open the next door. This was it. This was where his Mistress had condemned him to, how bad could it be. 

The door opened, and he was amazed by what he saw, a large theatre styled room, a massive window into a vast world beyond. There were hundreds of people just like him, milling around and talking to one another. As he stepped in, the door slammed behind him, and everyone turned to stare at him. He felt awkward for the first time in a while, being nude was typical for slaves, so it was rare to feel embarrassed about it, but with all these eyes staring at him, he slowly covered his cock. 

As he stood there, a group of people approached him from the end of the room, a woman flanked by two well-built men. She shook her head and gestured to the room.

    "Welcome to The Window, aka Purgatory, The single worst fate that witch ever thought up!"

Kieran gasped as she spoke, back away waving his denouncement of her words;

    "You can't speak of the Goddess like that! She'll kill us!"

As he offered his rebuttal, everyone around him started laughing heartily and shaking their heads. The woman who had approached him smirked and motioned for him to follow her as she started explaining.

    "We can only hope she does, Killing us would be a mercy, and the psycho bitch knows it! You are now a resident of The Window, here let me show the glorious view."

Kieran followed her to the large transparent. Wall, as he got a clearer picture of the view he saw that the whole left side was a massive figure, she was impossibly huge, her body stretching out of sight up and down as she appeared to have her hands hooked into her waistband relatively close to the window. She was as still as a statue, or so it seemed as Kieran watched her hands moving incredibly lightly around her waistline. The woman continued explaining;

    "As you were no doubt promised, That is Goddess Charlotte. We have a wonderful view of her while she is on the toilet. How lucky are we!" 

He was turning to look at the woman, Kieran gave her a sceptical look before following her pointing finger beyond the massive figure towards what was a colossal toilet beyond. He asked the obvious questions.

    "Okay, That's weird but not the worst fate, Why isn't she moving?"

Once again everyone around him burst out laughing, the woman again leading him along the long window gesturing to the massive perfectly manicured fingers.

    "She is, Watch her fingers closely. This sick prison is kept in a time-lock, every second that passes outside is an entire day for us. She is currently preparing to drop her pants. The main event will likely be tomorrow evening, maybe the day after if she takes her time."

The large finger outside the window was moving; when looking closely, he could see it. The woman was immense. He thought about what she had said as he asked the questions that came to mind.

    "So, Time moves fast in here. Does that not give us plenty of time to plan our escape?"

The laughter this time was somewhat subdued as they all realised that their situation wasn't that funny. The woman shook her head as she leads him away from the window towards the back of the room. She was sympathetically offering him further information.

    "By our calculations, the Goddess set this prison up as a fun bathroom distraction last week, In the early days she would appear inside to say hello and torment us, Her more recent bathroom visits she barely glances at us. I was one of the first prisoners in The Window."

Kieran looked back, his mind processing the information, he had never been very good at maths, let alone anything related to time and space.

    "So, you've all been in here a week? That doesn't sound too long."

The grounds that came from people around him made him feel stupid as they all turned away. The woman shook her head in disappointment as she continued.

    "I've been a prisoner here for over 1,300 years. Most of us have been well over 1000 years. There is no escape. There is no suicide. We have all tried, The prison won't let us die. The Goddess is about to urinate. This will last for roughly a week, during which we will have deafening sounds of torrential water with no reprieve. This, young man, Is Hell. "

Kieran sat down, finding the story hard to believe as the woman pointed out a rough-looking bed, set into the wall, no individual cells here. He realised every place in the room was designed to that it could see out of the sizeable transparent wall and could be seen from the outside. He sat down as the woman made to leave.

    "What's your name?"

She just shook her head as she walked off;

    "People call me Elder, my real name was forgotten centuries ago."

Two Days Later

Kieran joined the group by the window. It had been two days with nothing to do, and the boredom was already eating at his mind. The others had all done slightly mad, but they explained the prison wouldn't let them lose their mind. The Goddess wanted to preserve them. People were talking amongst themselves, discussing every tiny detail about the Goddesses appearance, her clothes and the speculation as to where the young woman that was laying in the Goddesses underwear between her ankles had come from. This was the only thing to do in the Window. The Elder tapped him on his shoulder as she stepped up beside him.

    "The first time is always the worst. It gets easier as the years go on though, just remember that over the next few days okay?"

Keiran nodded appreciatively as they all watched, the Goddess was seated, and the Elder had said that the current facial expression was the signal that it was about to begin. Kieran could swear the Goddesses eyes glances towards them as she started to piss. 

The noise was far louder than he had imagined, he buckled down with his hands over his ears. It was painfully loud. He could feel his eyes tearing up as the crowd of others looked down on him sympathetically. Keiran fell to the floor and rolled around as if it would help. His head thrummed in pain as loud, crashing noise echoed around the prison, amplifying the horrible sound. The Elder reached down to pull him back to his feet as she tried to yell over the sound.

    "HANG IN THERE; LET'S GET YOU TO YOUR BED!"

Kieran couldn't think about anything but the crashing noise as a group of prisoners helped back to his bed, they were all clearly in distress as well, but as the Elder had said, they were more used to this nightmare. As the group turned to leave one of the big men leaned down and yelled into his ear;

    "ONLY 5 OR 6 DAYS OF THIS!"

He said, laughing at Kieran's scared face, before walking after the Elder. Kieran rolled over, trying to muffle the sound against his bed. The acoustics were making it impossible to hide.

Six Days Later

Kieran was a wreck. He was laying in a cold sweat, exhausted from lack of sleep and babbling nonsense when the noise abruptly came to an end. The Elder sat on his bed and placed her hand on his pounding chest.

    "It's will get easier..."

She offered as Kieran slowly sat up, looking out of the window at the massive figure still sat just outside. The Elder turned and shook her head;

    "There will be a few drips that may echo. Then the flush will last another couple of days..."

Kieran glared back at her, shaking his head as he jumped out of bed and paced towards the window. 

    "No, No, This is twisted, I can't go through any more torture!"

He announced to the room as he ran full sprint at the window, shoulder bashing into the solid surface. He felt his shoulder break as he impacted the solid wall. The pain raced through his body as he crumpled to the floor. The Elder appeared over him once more and directed her escorts to lift him.

    "Hurts right? It's be fully healed shortly, The Prison won't let you die, but it will let you feel the pain of trying. Besides, This is only a short toilet break. You still have to experience her having a shower, That's months of far louder noise."

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Wiping herself off the Goddess looked down at the woman between her legs, she didn't have a name; she was just a panty slut. The woman looked like she had passed out. It had been a while since had been sewn into the fabric. Sucks to be her. Feeling relieved, the Goddess stood and pulled up her jeans and underwear. The small black panel on her bathroom wall caught her eye again as she bent down slightly to peer inside. Her divine perception was allowing her to see the hundreds of tiny figures racing around inside. She giggled lightly at the sight before bring her fingers up to the glass, flicking it lightly. The flick seemed to send a shockwave of the group, knocking them all down. 

    "Worthless."

Was the only word she could think to say as she turned and flushed the toilet. Leaving the bathroom, she gestured to Karen.

    "Put a strip of paint over that black panel prison. I don't want them watching me pee anymore. Also, double the population, there was a lot of space in there."

New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 9: Interpretation

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

The planet span slowly, hovering between her fingers as she examined it. She could quickly bring her fingers together and obliterate the defiant little orb and all of its claim to existence. Instead, she offered them one final chance at service. One last temptation. One last cruel game. Whispering lightly she spoke into the apple-sized orb, a whisper that every soul would hear.

    "I give you all the gift of youth and eternal life; however, If even a single child is born, I will crush your world into powder. Accept my blessing and worship me."

The Goddess grinned to herself as she placed the world back into an orbit within her universe. Turning to her temple, she held out her palm, a small woman in robes appeared on her palm and taking a knee.

    "World 564, NailPolita, Has a population of 5,350,201,985. This number is only allowed to go down. Should it ever increase, I am to be informed immediately."

She said with a tone of finality to the small woman who nodded her head in approval. Charlotte plucked the little woman up and tossed her through the air, watching her vanish through time and space to supervise the rogue civilisation. 

A light wind washed over her as her long dresses tightened up into a firm pair of leggings and a tight tank top. Feeling her restless energy, she stepped out into a lush forest scape and started to jog. 

    "I give them nine months before they fail me..."

She mused as she jogged through the knee-high trees, enjoying the wind in her hair the gentle smushing of campsites under her hiking boots. 

John Torence - Doctor on Planet Nailpolita

Standing on top of the largest hospital in the city, The large group of medical professionals and patients stared up into the heavens as the massive lips spanned the sky. As they shifted a harsh wind blew across them, making them brace against one another, the Goddesses words were carried on the wind. 

Once the rush of wind passed, a wave of energy washed over them, a surge of life filled John's mind as he felt his skin tighten and body hardens against the world, his clothes became loose as he looked down. His formerly ages hands were looking young and healthy. Turning around him everyone assembled looked to be in their twenties, all of the old and sick now looking young and healthy. A sense of joy spread quickly through the crowd. 

John made for the door to head back into the hospital. Surely if all of the patients were healthy, there would be no-one who needed him below. He took the steps three at a time down into the wards, passing young and happy people, most of which he no longer recognised as he passed from ward to ward. 

A young woman ran up to him, panic-stricken,

"Dr Torence? Is that you?"

He nodded to her as he scanned for her name badge, Dr Joahanna Freeman, One of his colleagues from the maternity ward. He suddenly went white.

    "Dr Freeman? Yes, It's me. What's wrong?

She quickly grabbed his arm and led him down towards the maternity wards, speaking in a panicked frenzy. 

    "It's Hannah Marks. She went into labour as we were all celebrating. She is about to have a child!" 

They had been blessed for only a matter of minutes before the first birth. Surely the Goddess had accounted for the children already conceived. The two doctors burst into the ward and hurried the sides of the woman who was breathing heavily. 

    "It's fine Hannah, The Doctor is here, We're going to help you."

Hannah glared back at them as she spat out in anger,

    "KILL IT. I WANT TO BE YOUNG AGAIN!" 

She cried out as Dr Freeman held her down, Dr Torence moving closer to examine her. He offered her some words of comfort as nature took its course.

    "The Goddess has undoubtedly accounted for the unborn. Her message was not to conceive any more children. You will be fine. "

His words seemed to calm Hannah, although Dr Freeman gave him a worrying look as they delivered the new baby boy into the world. 

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Sitting on the top peak of a mountain, The Goddess enjoyed rocking herself around on its firm peak as she scraped various wreckages out from the treads of her boots. The worlds Priestess had appeared with a large water bottle and some tributes to snack on as she rested herself. The freshwater felt good after a nice run.

As she stood to continue her jog, another Priestess appeared on the peak she recently flattened. She rolled her eyes as she gestured for the small kneeling woman to speak.

    "Forgive me, Goddess, The task you just appointed me. The world has already increased its population by several new lives since your proclamation." 

Charlotte sighed as she lifted her hand before her, the small blue orb appearing between her fingers. She clicked her tongue with annoyance as she spoke into the little globe.

    "I warned you about having children, You couldn't even last twenty minutes, What a shame..."

Closing her fingers slowly around the world, she chewed her lip as the orb started to crack before exploding into a gooey mess of magma that dripped between her fingers. Her free hand grabbed the Priestess who had reported to her. She used the small woman and her white robes to clean the mess from her hand. 

    "I honestly didn't think about the pregnant woman, but I made my command clear enough."

She said with a shrug, tossing the priestess over her shoulder, letting her vanish back to the temple. Sighing to herself, the Goddess looked at the sunset and smiled.

    "One more lap around this world before dinner, I think."

New Valis

Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 10: Savour the Moment

Mackenzie Wallace - Slave 98,354,231-178

His bed was warm and comfortable. The day felt like it would never have to start as he rolled to look out of the window that made for a whole wall of his room. He watched from his bed as the large Acolyte women wandered around. Towering like Amazons over the slave populations as ordered them around. Jess's large face appeared at his window and studied him curiously as she spoke to him.

    "178? Is your foot still broken? It's your second week of absence, any longer and I'll need to put in for a replacement."

Mac's heart sank as she spoke, sliding the covers off to reveal his bandaged foot. It hurt when he dragged it into the large girls' vision as her eyes glazed over a light blue. He pleaded with her as her mouth slowly twisted.

    "Please Mistress, It is healing, just a few more days!"

The Acolytes head shook slowly with a subtle hint of sympathy. Then her hand unlocked his window and let the glass slide away. She pointed at him sternly.

    "Today is my chance to prove myself, We're not serving the disciples today, or even the Priestesses. Today we are serving the Divine herself. Either join the others, or I'll replace you!"

Then she strode away leaving Mac to his thoughts. Testing his leg, the injury was still excruciating. He could walk, kind of. That would have to be enough as he limped his way towards the stairs at the end of his tiny room.

Gads met him at the door and offered a shoulder to help him climb down to the assembly area. The two slaves were only a little late as the fell into line at the back of their section, Their Acolyte Jess gave them a death glare but didn't move to discipline them as she stood attention. The scale of the assembly area always boggled the minds of the slaves as they felt like insects compared to the large disciples that patrolled around watching the Acolytes. When the Priestess appeared to loom over them all, they couldn't even comprehend her full size and stature. The growing shadow signalled the arrival of the Priestess as everyone tensed to attention.

"OKAY, SLAVE SECTION 231, YOU ARE ON GODDESS DUTY, CONGRATULATIONS, SHE HAS A BIG SHOE CLEAN COMING UP, AND YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE ONES SCRUBBING, DISCIPLES WILL BE INSPECTING, IMPERFECTIONS WILL MEAN THE SECTION IS DOWNGRADED TO DISPOSABLE, THE NORMAL ROUTINE, GOODLUCK, NOW WHERE WAS MY COFFEE..."

Jess turned back to look over her group,

    "Well, You all heard the priestess, no fuck ups today we're all in trouble! I'll be right behind you, no fuck ups!"

Governer Ted Newtown - Governor of Tianu Metropolis

The flashing lights were pissing him off as he pushed his way into his emergency bunkers meeting room.

    "Shut off the fucking lights, What the fuck is going on!"

He yelled into the room as his aids and ministers scrambled to provide him information all at once. His top aid pulled on his shoulder and pointed towards the large camera feed.

    "Priestess Gina warned us about not offering tribute. Now she has done something to the city. The north seas no longer surround us, The city limits are just massive cliffs to nowhere!"

He watched the drone camera as they swept along the vast solid-coloured shiny cliffs along with the cities eastern rim. Moving to stand behind the drone pilot, he pointed to an area to check, a large pillar rising from the edge of the cliff into the sky. 

    "It looks like the middle sections of the city are being sheltered by a colossal tunnel, we need to get a layout of our new situation, Kyle, Try and get the Priestess on the phone, Maybe we can open negotiations."

The staff jumped into action as the drone pilots split up and began to map out their city. Kyle appeared shortly after with a large tablet, the face of Priestess Gina looking very unimpressed. She shook her head as she spoke casually.

    "I warned you about missing tribute. You're on your own now."

Ted shook his head as he took the tablet.

    "Okay, Listen, We can get you the tributes, please just stop this madness before someone gets hurt!"

The priestess broke down in laughter as she went to disconnect the call.

    "This has nothing to do with me anymore. Goodbye, Ted."

The screen went black, and the Governor threw the tablet at the wall.

    "BITCH! What the fuck does this mean, This is all her doing, Fucking whore, What the fuck is going on, I want answers, NOW PEOPLE!" 

The room was silent for a long while as the 3d image was drawn on the central screen, the drone pilots flying the rims of the city and the extensive tunnels. One of the women spoke up as the last section was being rendered.  

    "It's a shoe...look."

As she spoke, she reached down behind her and pulled off one of her slip-on shoes. She was holding it up against the rendered image. 

    "The city is mapped out across the insole of a massive shoe."

The room gasped quietly as they saw the comparison, speaking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Then the image flickered and vanished as the female face appeared, long purple hair, beautiful eyes and smirk on her lips. She was looking around the room as if she could see through the screen.

    "Hi, I am proud of you all for figuring that out, as a reward, I am going to do this very, very slowly for you all. So you can properly take it in, savour me, worship me."

She said in a lilting voice, her voice making everyone feel enchanted as she started to giggle. One of the drone pilots spoke up as the room turned to him quickly.

    "Sir, Massive object approaching from above, The city is falling dark under the shadow, Panic will take over!"

The Governor looked back to the smiling face of the woman on the screen. She was chewing her bottom lip as she listened. He didn't know who she was, but she was clearing involved. 

    "Okay, Listen, We can give you whatever you want, Just stop whatever madness this is!"

The woman grinned as her tongue slid between her lips. She was turning to look at Ted as if he was a stain in her underwear.

    "Me? I am just going to put my shoe on. You're the ones who should be worrying about madness." 

Then the world around them started to shake as the room rocked side to side. Ted turned to the drone camera that was now racing down the crowded streets as the enormous pale surface loomed ever closer above them.

    "We're in her shoe, and she's putting it on, We need to--"

The bunker shook as the lights and screens all went black, Ted was thrown from his feet as he felt a wall smack into his back. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and switched the light on. Others flickered on around the room as hit people regained there awareness. A voice called out from somewhere in the dark.

    "Sir, we need to get out, the bunker is unstable, the lifts are all broken!"

Looking around, he could see the walls were all cracked and unstable. Voicing his consent, he pushed his way to the door and violently kicked it open to reveal the emergency escape stairs. Three of his staff had been killed. Two were too wounded to do the climb to the surface. He was terrified of what he would find when he got up there. 

As he pushed through the rubble on the surface, he was overwhelmed with the scorching heat and pungent, thick air. He buckled down choking as he crawled out into the ruined street. As he glanced up, he could see the sky between two massive mountains. The woman who had spoken up earlier crawled up beside him. 

    "Based on the sketch, I worked out we are likely between her third and fourth toes. Everything south of us is certainly gone."

Ted sat up and looked around, the heat was oppressive, and the whines of injured and terrified people echoed from the buildings as they crumbled apart. Behind the city hall was a vast wall of flesh, ascending from darkness and splitting into two mountainous toes. The Governor lowered his head and started to cry, hopelessness overcoming him as a thunderous earthquake began.

Kyle appeared next to him to grab his arm and drag him to his feet.

    "We have to go, sir! The mountain is moving!" 

Ted looked up through tear-drenched eyes as the massive toes began to drag a sizeable rolling pile of the city towards him. He turned to look at his people as large chunks of buildings started raining down, followed by darkness.

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Her toes curled in, the city breaking apart like dust between her toes. She loved the feeling as she felt the governor finally pop under her; she loved that he had survived the first crunch. That secondary snuff made the process that little bit more stimulating. Smiling down, she reached out with her mind once more, this time to her other shoe.

    "You folks were unable to figure it out, So I'm going to tell you, You're in my shoe...and this is my foot...all hail Goddess Charlotte."

She giggled as she slid her foot into her other slip-on, her awareness travelling the streets, embracing the panic as the cities population screamed out in terror at her delicate sole scraping across the tops of their buildings. Then she closed her eyes, her hand subconsciously sliding into her panties as she held her foot just above the tiny city. Her lips mouthed the soundless words as her foot compressed, and her fingers stroked.

    "Boom...bitches"

The snuff made her moist as millions of insignificant lives exploded under her heel, sole and toes. This time her toe curl caught a whole crowd, making her moan lightly as she enjoyed the power of her toes. 

Sliding her feet back out from her shoes, she casually kicked them under her bed for her slaves to clean, grabbing a cage of 5-inch slaves, she vanished to her bedroom to reflect and savour the moment. 

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Charlotte Valis Stories

Chapter 11: Pressure

Rebecca Keats, Mortal Friend

The atmosphere was festive in the small coffee shop near the school where she taught. Life had been happier since her first encounter with Goddess Charlotte. The Goddess and her had met for regular coffee chats on Friday evenings. The Goddess for her part mostly sat in silence, listening to Rebecca discussing her work. Becky had become comfortable with her presence, even if the waiters always seemed to end up in her coffee without anyone even noticing.   

The shop was busier than expected, the winters market was now in full swing. The Coffee shop had no free tables as she stood at the counter. Taking off and pocketing her gloves, she ordered two caramel lattes. The Goddess would be there in a few minutes. They never arranged a time she just always seemed to walk in a few minutes after Rebecca had ordered. She felt nervous, comfortable as she was the woman she was meeting was still to be feared until her mood was known.

The Barista came back and handed her two hot cups, accepting her payment in exchange. Becky stood and looked around the busy shop hoping someone would get up and leave to free a table. As she rocked back and forward slowly, the door swung slowly open. There she was, dressed in a long purple winters coat, hair flowing from under a fashionable fabric hat, The Goddess strode in. Becky never understood why the whole room didn't stop and stare. She never drew attention. It is as if the most fashionable person in the world just walked in and everyone was oblivious. 

"Good Evening, Charlotte, Glad you could make it tonight."

Becky offered sweetly as she held out one of the cups. Her friend took the cup and glanced around the room, gesturing to their regular table by the window. Becky fell into line behind her as she approached the table. There was a man sat there typing something on his laptop. He showed no sign of being done as the Goddess stepped up beside him and turned to face Rebecca.

    "Let's have our normal seats shall we?"

She said with a wide grin as she sat down, the man vanishing from behind her as sat, shrugging her jacket off and over the back of the chair. As she gestured for Becky to sit the laptop, and the man's belongings vanished. Becky took the offered seat, shaking her head in disbelief.

    "Did you kill him?"

Her voice had a slight quiver that she couldn't hide when she suspected she was party to murder. The Goddess sipped her Coffee before placing it before her on the table.

    "Not many mortals can survive my ass compressing them into a paste, Maybe another one of those super ants?"

Becky smirked at the reference, burying her conscience quickly trying to avoid thinking about the implications. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small fabric bag with a cord tie. Resting it on the table between them, she rocked her head a little as she pitched her request.

    "Veronika and I have had many fun adventures. I fear last night I may have taken things too far she's a little broken. Would you be able to fix her?"

The Goddess grinned as she tipped the bag upside down, letting the small woman roll painfully onto the cold table. Rolling her around under her finger, she inspected the damage. She giggled as a pulse of purple energy, shocked the tiny whining woman into unconsciousness. She looked back at Becky with a wicked grin. 

    "Of course I can heal your little sex toy, I can even make her a bit tougher for you, for next time."

Rebecca blushed fiercely as she gently slid the small woman back into the pouch.

    "I never said I....Well, of course, you would know, So what if I've discovered a kink for cheating best friends."

Charlotte just giggled as a waitress appeared to offer her a refill, The Goddess requested the house special and rested her chin in her palms to listen to Becky speak. Becky ordered a cookie from the waitress, realising it was one of the girls from her class she snapped back to the Goddess after she left. 

    "That's Yvonne. She's one of my students, leave her alone!"

Charlotte shocked her as she sat up, Lifting her finger and pointing towards Becky.

    "No-one speaks to me like that. You will not deny my fun. If not her, then you must select another from this room, I will have my tribute."

Rebecca swallowed the last of her Coffee as she looked around the room, This was hardly the first time the Goddess had toyed with her like this, she pointed to a man in the corner who was eating alone. Charlotte grinned, and the man vanished, appearing on the table before her. The man was the size of a chocolate chip as he looked around confused, Rebecca already feeling guilty. 

    "What are you going to do to him?"

She pleaded carefully as the tiny man looked up at her with terror in his eyes. The Goddess moved her finger over the little figure and pressed down, pinning him to the table under the tip of her finger. 

    "I'm going to savour his tiny fight for life. Then I'm going to snuff him out under my finger, Mmm you should feel it, the power rush, select someone else for yourself."

Lowering her head to the table, she could see the man pounding against the huge fingertip-the hopeless struggle against the divine power of her friend. Becky shook her head as she felt a decisive blow of empathy.

    "No, Thank you, Goddess, I don't want to..."

As she sat back up, she heard a young feminine voice speaking from across the room. A young girl was calling out.

    "Daddy? Has anyone seen my dad?"

Becky turned to see the girl at the table where the man had been before snapping back to the Goddess who had eyes closed, enjoying the squirming man under her finger.

    "Charlotte wa-"

The only words she could get out before the finger gently compressed, a small squirt of red coming out from under the finger. Becky put her head in her hands as she looked up and the Goddess who was now looking over to her.

    "Okay, Her, I'll do her..."

She said resigned, pointing to the lost looking girl. Charlotte gestured towards her, and she vanished, appearing before Becky on the table. The Goddess leaned in to watch as Becky placed her finger on the screaming girl. Becky felt the power rush through her as the small figure pounded on her fingertip. 

    "Fuck, I hate that I am enjoying this..."

She said as the Goddess giggled, the small pop cementing her corruption. The Barista returned with the Goddesses drink and Beckies Cookie. The two sat in silence for a moment as Becky inspected the mess on her finger. A voice came from the other table,

    "Charles? Steph? Where did you go?"

Becky looked over at the middle-aged woman now at the table she had chosen as Charlotte smirked.

    "You want the mother too?"

Charlotte said with a devious grin stretching her arms behind her head. Becky looked at her in horror.

    "You knew! You knew he had a family!"

She ranted as the Goddess nodded her head politely, lifting her drink for a sip.

    "I did, but you never asked, Do you want her or can I?"

Becky shook her head in mild anger as she looked back at the woman who was looking for her family. Taking a bite of her cookie, she rolled her eyes.

    "I'll do it..."

The Goddess giggled in approval as the woman vanished appearing next to the large cookie. 

    "Do it slowly, it feels so much better, let her fight you."

She offered as advice as Becky sighed, placing her finger gently on the tiny woman. As she pinned the girl, she felt warm. The power of life and death was intoxicating as she felt the woman squirm and fight. Charlotte was watching the woman under her finger as she gently rolled her over. The power was incredible. Her morals had been suspended in her mind as she let her ego indulge itself. *squelch* and the woman was gone. Her life no more, and Becky was feeling more than a little horny. Veronika was going to be tested the moment she got home. 

Charlotte sat up and breathed deep.

    "Well, That was hot. Are you sure you don't want to work in the temple? You could do that whenever you wanted..."

Becky shook her head as she wiped her finger and the table with a napkin. She was shaking the thoughts from her head as she picked up her cookie.

    "No, My duty is to my students, I want to make sure they succeed, Besides I would look silly in those robes."

The Goddess chuckled as she finished her drink, the ground shook slightly as she placed it back on the table. Becky stared at her incredulously. 

    "What? That wasn't me. Next Friday, you come to my place, instead of this place, agreed?" 

Becky thought for a moment as the ground shook again, people were getting up to look out of the windows as the Goddess fixed her with a stare. 

    "Yes, of course, I'll meet you here, and we can leave together."

Charlotte grinned as she stood, the two women hugged as friends before the Goddess strode quickly out of the back door. A loud crash came from outside as a giant sandaled foot crashed into the winter market. 

Becky joined the others at the window as they all looked up at the Titaness that was glaring down at the Coffee shop. Pulling her jacket on, Rebecca left the coffee shop and pushed her way out onto the street. 

    "GODDESS? ARE YOU IN THERE?" 

Priestess Lisa asked while crouching in the square, a massive force of nature snaring the population in fear. Rebecca found herself able to ignore the sense of awe the others were struck by and manoeuvre out of the square, heading for home. 

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Returning home the Goddess cast aside her mortal clothes and summoned her comfortable black robes. She threw on her large display to watch Lisa torment the small cafe as she conjured her administration tablet to mark some merits for her planetary priestess. Karen and two others came in, falling to their knees in supplication as the Goddess flicked through Priestess Lisa's record.

    "Lisa is getting sharp. She sensed me and found me before I finished my Coffee this time. Maybe she was expecting it, the dangers of a routine. Regardless, Next week my friend will be visiting me here. You will treat her as you would myself. Is that understood?"

She announced, looking down her maids for signs of agreement, the women looked to each other confused as the Goddess stomped her foot.

    "I SAID, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!"

Her voice boomed throughout the temple, Priestesses, disciples, and Acolytes appeared all over the room from various hidden doors, all kneeling and acknowledging the command in unison. The Goddess looked around sternly as she slowly let a smile touch her lips.

"Good."

Her point clear she lifted her barefoot towards one of the last Disciples to arrive, trapping her neck between her toes she dragged the girl into the room before her. The small woman's face was going red between her toes as she looked down on her. The doll-sized woman's body was laid out under her foot as she slowly compressed her. 

    "Nothing personal" *Slow breath* "I need this right now..."

The Goddess said as a slight moan escaped her lips. The disciple was gasping for air as she slowly let her weight settle, the woman standing no chance as her body slowly started to crack and shatter under her.

    "Fuck, You didn't deserve this...you have done nothing wrong..."

Charlotte admitted as she looked down at the terrified woman gasping for life. Her heart was pounding as she felt the consciousness ebb from the small woman, her foot crushing the life from her. She finally brought her big toe over the woman's face, smothering her. One press with her toe and the small servant expired. She breathed out slowly as she lifted her foot.

    "That is why we should keep some larger slaves to hand...Clean my foot, Karen."

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Chapter 12: Personal Touch

Kate Tomes: Tribute Chamber Priestess

Her desk was covered in queues of tiny people, neatly organised in sections. Kate was responsible for overseeing the arrival of the monthly tributes from each of the Goddesses worlds. Her doll-sized disciples wandered around her desk answering questions from the Acolytes who were at the ends of each queue, taking names, assigning numbers and reporting the count. Kate spent most of her time checking the final counts against the expected tributes, issuing warnings to those who fell short. 

It had been a quiet day, only four planets were offering tributes, Each one offering the Goddess 10,000 new lives to be sorted and dispersed across the temple. The notification popped up on her screen. The Goddess had requested tributes to be diverted to the kitchen in preparation for guests. Kate pressed the red warning button as she spoke softly over the slow bureaucracy spread across her desk. 

    "Goddess requesting full resource divergence to section three, Dani can you please attend me for new orders."

The Acolytes and Disciples quickly started to move around, adjusting the various exits from the tribute desk to send the new arrivals to Section Three, the Kitchens. Danielle, her head Disciple hopped up from the desk onto a raised platform, climbing up to stand eye level with Kate. The Priestess smiled at her old friend as she whispered towards her.

    "The Goddess wants 100,000 tributes for the kitchen. We are only expecting 40,000. I need you to take Feena and collect some of the debts owed from the other worlds."

Dani bowed as she nodded her acceptance, seemingly overjoyed at the task as she almost danced down from the platform. 

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

The new priestess was grovelling for forgiveness on the floor before the Goddess. Charlotte was only half paying attention as she plucked the appendages from a small man between her fingers, watching him beg and cry as she slowly moved from limb to limb. After a few moments, she slowly twisted his mortified head free of his torso and discarded the pieces to the floor with a brush of her hands. The Goddess reached for another tribute when the grovelling woman said something that drew her focus.

    "...They were able to escape divine seals, It's as if they had magical assistance..."

The Goddess perked up as her fingers drew another squirming figure from the jar beside her. If someone was helping her tributes escape then maybe it was something she should look into. Leaning down, she lifted the grovelling priestesses head to look up at her, smiling lightly she balanced the man she had picked up on the woman's forehead and spoke to her. 

    "I'll have a look into your escaping tributes, for your sake there had better be something to find. Now don't move."

She said sweetly as she leaned back in her chair and lifted her barefoot up slowly. Placing her foot on the young priestesses face, the Goddess pinned the man against the priestesses forehead with her toes. She savoured his struggles, letting the priestess fully appreciate her sole before slowly twisting, grinding the man into a gooey mess on the woman's face. Then she vanished, leaving the Priestess to wipe herself off.

Zarya Justine, Disciple of Lyssa

The group of terrified people behind her followed closely as she led them down the dark, twisting corridors. This would be the tenth group she had rescued this week, unwilling sacrifices being kept as a tribute for the Goddess. The passage opened up in a large open area in the gardens of the Planetary Temple. Her homeworld had been conquered only a few years ago by the cruel Goddess Valis, and she had sacrificed everything, even her soul to be able to fight back against the oppressive priestess who brutally ruled over them.

The group approached the high temple walls, built the scale of the 100ft bitch that lived here. Once outside the temple wasn't guarded, who would dare challenge a Priestess of the Goddess? This made the trip from here out a relatively safe one. As the group reached the base of the massive stone wall, Zarya turned and hopped up onto a raised boulder to address the group. Thirty pairs of eyes looked back as she spoke with a commanding tone. 

    "Once I open the path through the wall, You will be on your own, disperse back into the population and tell no-one what happened here. I can only keep helping people if I am allowed to work in secret. Enjoy the rest of your lives!"

The group started to talk amongst itself as Zarya turned back to the wall and placed both of her hands on the firm stone. She muttered a prayer to Lyssa, the Goddess of Death and felt her blessing pass through her as the stone shifted and split, creating a path through. Holding her focus, she glanced at the group and nodded towards the newly formed crack. The group wasted no time in fleeing through the thick wall and back out into the wider world. Once they had passed through Zarya released the wall and it reformed into its solid-state. Falling into an exhausted slump, she smiled to herself, another group free. A slow clap came from behind, followed by a soft voice.

    "Very well done, Can you teach me how to do that?"

Turning her head slowly she saw a woman approaching from where the group had been standing, her long purple hair flowing in the breeze as her dark jeans and shirt made her stand out from the pastel colours of the temple garden. Shaking her head, she hopped down from the rock she had used for height and walked towards the woman.

    "I'm afraid not. You should have taken the chance to escape while it was open. It takes it out of me. I'll need to recover before I can get you out."

The woman smiled at her as she looked her up and down. Zarya felt a knot in her stomach as she traded scrutinising looks with the woman. The ground vibrated slightly as the temple door swung open, the massive brunette standing on the threshold with her hands on her hips, her gaze sweeping the gardens. Zarya dived behind a bush line and gestured for the purple-haired newcomer to join her. The woman watched before slowly crouching down behind the bush. The Priestess started to prowl above them as if hunting for something. The woman sidled over to Zarya and whispered.

    "What happens if she finds us do you think?"

She said seemingly unconcerned with the gravity of the situation as the large Priestess roamed the far side of the garden. Zarya turned to watch the large woman as she used her incredible height to check behind all of the bush lines. Turning back, she replied, trying to keep her voice calm.

    "I doubt we'd be so fortunate as to be locked up as tributes again. I think she'd try and kill us outright. Follow me. I can hide us from her sight."

The two women exchanged looks as Zarya raised her hand over her head and mumbled a prayer to Lyssa, as the Goddesses name crossed her lips the woman next to her burst into a curse.

    "Fucking bitch whore, I knew it!"

Zarya panicked to hush her companion as the Priestesses gaze fixed on them and she turned to approach. 

    "Quiet, I need to focus right now!" 

The woman's eyes were blazing with purple energy as she glared back at her, Zarya lost her words as she backed away from the purple-haired woman who was slowly standing with a sneer on her lips. The Priestesses shadow loomed over them as she appeared in the sky above. Zarya glanced skyward to see the priestess nod her head, take a deep bow and walk away. 

    "Who...who are you?"

Zarya said, fearing she already knew the answer as she felt her link to Goddess Lyssa snap, the sudden emptiness within her brought her to her knees. 

    "So that little death floozy thinks she can mess around in my universe does she!" 

The woman was radiating power as Zarya crawled backwards. Fear was starting to overtake her as the woman stepped slowly forward, her hand lifting as she grinned. The shot of energy was excruciating as her body seized up, locking in place as the woman advanced on her. The woman, The Goddess, let her fingers dance in the air as Zarya's body moved like a puppet in the air. Charlotte spoke with a bitter tone as she manipulated her body, standing her, lifting her hand's palm side up before her.

    "All those you helped escape are tainted with her power. I can sense them now, I know. You're going to send them all to her and many more...Then you will serve me for the rest of eternity, along with any others like you that I find. I will be looking now."

Zarya felt like she needed to pee, but her body wasn't her own, the fear in her mind; however was very much hers. The Goddess stepped before her and held her hands over Zarya's open palms. She felt the light dusting of sand-grains against her skin as the Goddess fixed eyes with hers. 

The Goddesses hand retreated, and Zarya could see the hundreds of people she had helped escape scurrying around on her skin, the tiny little lives staring around in terrified confusion. Charlotte smirked as she reached forward and took hold of Zarya's left finger. Slowly she bent it over, letting it rest in her palm. Zarya felt in impossible detail the bones breaking of the two people that had been caught under her finger. The screams burst through her mind as if they had been standing next to her, their terrified pleas for mercy as clear as if she had been with them. Charlotte spoke softly as she tilted Zarya's palm down, letting the small people roll together where the next fingers would land. 

    "You were the saviour to these people. Now you get to experience the bliss of true power as you give these souls to your former owner..."

Zarya felt her next finger fold-over, guided by the divine's firm grip, the cacophony of screams and the immersive experience of crushing bodies made her tear up as she wished she could tremble, she wished she could run. She had been given powers to reduce the amount of death this cruel woman was inflicting on her universe. Instead, she was being forced to become part of it. The Goddess slowly worked through all of her fingers until both of her hands were fists. The amount of death and pleas for mercy echoed through Zarya's mind as she tried to cry. The goddess took Zarya's fists into her hands and squeezed them, ending the final few survivors as she leaned in to whisper in her ear.

    "You're going to be hyper-sensitive, every sound, feeling, taste and smell will be the most powerful thing you could experience...you're also going to be indestructible. So no matter how much you suffer, It will never end. "

The words came as she heard dying gasps of the last man in a fist. Zarya mentally begged Lyssa for aid as the wicked Goddess tormented her. The world shifted as the Goddess grabbed her throat, the full grip turning into two fingers as Zarya watched Charlotte's face explode to the size of a building before her. 

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

Roughly shoving the four-inch woman into her pocket, the Goddess sighed as she grew herself to walk into the temple. Her planetary priestess sat on the temple throne, giving orders to some of the small disciples. The Goddess entered; the whole room turned to face her and fell to their knees. Sighing, she spoke towards the priestess.

    "I've fixed your escaping tribute problem, double offerings from this world for three months for my time...and reach out to the other temples, I want to know if anything like this ever happens again, immediately."

The Priestess nodded her approval in silence as the Goddess swept her gaze around the assorted servants, checking for anyone she could step on for any reason. They weren't offering her up an easy excuse, so she just selected a random man from the edge of the room. Placing her booted foot on him and pinning him down. 

    "Beg for your life."

She declared as the man whimpered idle nothings into her thick sole. She shook her head in disappointment as if there were something he could have said to save himself from this. Her boot applied a slight amount of pressure, and the man crunched. The Goddess smiled and vanished.

Entering the Kitchen, Charlotte was greeted with the sweet herbal and honey smells she loved from Emma's cooking. Her chef dropped to her knees as she entered, and Charlotte gestured for her to continue cooking as she hopped up and sat on the counter. 

    "I don't reward you for the wonderful work you do, especially with these little delicacies."

The Goddess complemented as she fished a chocolate flake mortal from the dish on the counter. The snack dissolving into an explosion of flavour on her tongue. Her Chef nodded her approval as she flicked a group of small men around the frying pan. Charlotte reached into her pocket and pulled out Zarya.

    "This is for you Em. She's an invincible little slut that I have condemned to an eternity of suffering. Try getting off with her. She's going to squirm and scream far more than any of those mortals you've been experimenting with."

Emma blushed as she pressed her skillet down on the men in the pan, drawing a scream from them to cover her embarrassment. Turning to the Goddess, she took the four-inch woman and inspected her. 

    "Thank you, Goddess. I will be sure to punish her at least twice a day."

Charlotte smiled as she offered the tiny Zarya a friendly wave before hopping down from the counter, snagging the bowl of snacks and striding from the kitchen,

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Chapter 13: Alone Time

Chris Moroes, Architect, World 74

Our world had been called World 74 ever since the great domination a century ago. Our scholars and historians claim it was because it took the Goddess 74 days to conquer us. The Priestesses claim we were just her 74th world and she had got bored with thinking up names. Chris wanted to believe the first but knew the second was more likely. He sat alone in the dimly lit design office, watching the final glass panels bolt into place on top of his life's work, The Mirage Sanctuary. 

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Chapter 14: Appreciation

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

The ring glimmered in the soft pale light of the temple. The Goddess took her time, watching the planet rotate slowly inside the gemstone set in the center. It was a fresh world, with a population less than a billion. Lisa had explained that she had chosen an undeveloped world as the natural colours were untainted by the pollution and spread of a developed civilisation. Sliding the ring onto her finger she held it out. The strong blues and greens certainly drew the eye away from the golden band. It just looked a little garish. Charlotte clicked her tongue in disappointment as she pulled the ring from her finger.

“No, I don’t like the colours, It looks like costume jewelry…”

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Chapter 15: Coverage

Kate Tomes: Tribute Chamber Priestess

The counter on top of the box ticked up to 100,000 as Dani emptied her final little pouch of humans into the top layer. Kate felt herself breathe a sigh of relief as she carefully closed the box and sealed it.

“Okay, That’s the Goddesses request met, I’ll let Emma know she can collect them.”

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Chapter 16: Temple Tea

Rebecca Keats, Mortal Friend

Becky stood in front of her full-length mirror; Her knee-length black dress seemed straightforward for the occasion. Behind her, the radiant figure of Priestess Lisa sat on the edge of bed nodding her head. 

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Chapter 17: Price of Utopia

The World of Gaelen

Gaelens were long-lived people. The average life expectancy reached well over a thousand years. When the Goddess descended on their world nearly 500 years ago, Their society had been on the brink of total collapse. Ravaged by war and overpopulation the two main superpowers of Gaelen had strangled the last of the resources from their planet. Goddess Charlotte had accidentally ended the war when she used the Imperial Family as target practice for her orbital spitting. 

The Goddess had also inadvertently blessed them when she appointed princess Adriana to be her Priestess. Sister to Queen Ezmerelda, the new Priestess, helped unify the planet under one system of governance. The last 500 years have been a renaissance for Gaelen. Priestess Adriana gained access to the divine powers that allowed her to heal the world and implement new technology to increase the quality of life for everyone.

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Chapter 18: Cost of Utopia

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

The inch-tall mortals scattered as the Goddesses dark shoe smashed down into the middle of the crowd.  She sneered down as she mentally marked everyone that was involved in the attack. Her other shoe came down on another group as the spray of Gaelenian remains coated the running insurgents. Swooping her arm down into the front of the crowd, she grabbed the little Disciple, trapping her in a closed fist as she rose again for another stomp. 

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Chapter 19: The Valley

Yvonne Finn - Priestess of World 304

The Goddess sat on the mountain, her massive bare feet sunk into the valley below them. The city that had once existed there had become little more than powder as the divine titan massaged her feet into its remains. Yvonne stood to the side, half of the Goddess’s size, waiting for her to speak as she surveyed the country. The Goddess said softly as she tilted her head sideways to look at the priestess.

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Chapter 20: Fallen Priestess

Kate Tomes - GCNN Priestess

The tall mirror reflected her new professional image as she posed. Her new outfit was a Monochrome white jacket that complimented her dark hair and a black knee-length skirt, dark tights and shining black flats. She turned to look at the two women standing behind her.

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Chapter 21: Idle Musings

Karen, Maid of the Goddess

The small mortal fled across her desk as she followed him with her finger. The poor man had been trapped in a cage in her drawer for weeks. There was a whole box worth of tributes that the Goddess had discarded locked away in her drawers. Karen had just forgotten about them until now. Her finger playfully caught and pinned the man as he ran, no larger than her fingernail. 

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Chapter 22: Compromised Divinity

Charlotte Valis, Universal Goddess

“It’s just unfair, you know, The power is mine, Who does she think she is keeping it from me.”

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Chapter 23: Temple Break

Kira Donnas - Priestess of Slave Outfitting 

Pushing the door to her apartment closed, she shut out the chattering of her Disciples that had been relentless in their questions. She knew they were just going to their jobs, but it had been a long day. Letting her robe fall to the ground, the beautiful dark-haired priestess kicked back on her sofa, dressed only in her dark black underwear as she kicked her feet up onto soft cushions. Turning on the large screen, she watched as GCNN was doing live coverage of the Goddesses foot cleaning. 

“Kira? Is that you? Home already?”

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Chapter 24: Sleeping Titan

Emma Blake - Maid of Valis

The large group of small men looked up at her, hope in their eyes as she outlined her wishes. Her words backed by the soft boiling of the pot they were all gathered near.