The three people alongside Milton and Rennard claimed to have been working in farm near the mountains when the giant girl snuck in and kidnapped them. The five of them had dangled there throughout the day as their captor hiked on.

“What’s your story, lads, all naked and smelly out here?”

“None of your business,” Rennard said. “I don’t care that you shared your shit story. Doesn’t mean I owe you one.” Rennard raised his legs and slammed them back, slapping the girl’s belly. “Hey, bitch, aren’t you too young for this? Shouldn’t you be with your mommy?”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying,” the giant said, swatting Rennard with her palm as if she went after a mosquito. “I wish I had something to tie your mouth.”

“I’ll tie your hands and feet together and roast you, nasty tramp.”

She flicked his head with her index. “How can you talk so much when you’re just a stupid little human?”

“Free my arms and I’ll show you what stupid and little feels like. I already put down a giant just before you.”

“Hey,” the man beside Rennard said. “You believe what you’re saying, son?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Gods help you then.” Despite her age, the girl was surprisingly unflappable toward Rennard’s insults, marching on. The older man in the middle groaned heavily, coughing.

"What's wrong?" Milton asked.

"She damn near broke my ribs when she stepped on me," he croaked. "We don't have much magic, not as resilient I'm afraid."

"You're fine, stop being babies," the giant girl said. Milton passed the time by conversing with the other prisoners. Their captor took them between another valley, the river coming therefrom. In the late evening, she found a pocket amongst those mountains where a giant’s cabin sat near a pond, which a waterfall crashed into. The door scrolled aside and a lady in dark robes stepped out. She was over thirty, with full lips, piercing green eyes and black hair tied into an enormous bun. Different from the rest, her body and clothes were washed and clean, not much dirt visible despite living out here.

“I have five of them here, milady,” the girl said while presenting her stomach.

The lady’s eyes scanned across them, their biting intensity putting fear in all of them except Rennard. Her hands went to Rennard and Milton, rubbing her fingers across their naked bodies, fondling them. They tried to close their legs, squirm away, but there was no hiding. “Why are these two naked? And it happens to be the two youngest and good-looking ones. Did you screw around while on the job?”

The girl lowered her head. “No, milady, I swear.”

Rennard kicked at her grasp. “Get your fucking fingers off me, lady.” Milton sighed at that. He only made it worse, and perhaps Rennard knew it himself, but he didn’t have it in his body to take the humiliation. He had to show something, if only to let them know he wasn’t one to take it quietly.

The lady stepped closer, almost pressing onto the girl. Her other hand left Milton and now both were on Rennard, fondling, touching, and stroking him. She parted his legs and stroked his manhood, pinched his ass, and petted his hair.

“Think you’re… funny,” Rennard grumbled. He contained any sound of discomfort.

The lady laughed. “I’ll enjoy breaking you, boy. Do you know who I am? They call me the Charmer. You and your naked friend make a handsome pair. I might keep you close instead of sending you away after I’m done with you.”

Rennard spat. “I assume the hundreds before me you refer to were like the sissies next to me. These twats won’t open their mouth for a single word. I don’t get scared because someone’s large. If anything, it makes their fall even harder and more satisfying.”

“Shut up!”

The Charmer cupped the girl’s mouth aggressively. “Don’t speak for me, girl.”

Whatever confidence she spoke down to Rennard with died in an instant. “Yes, milady. Also, I stepped on them, but they weren't too harmed from it.”

"Is that so?" The lady’s hand brushed down the girl’s throat, rubbed them over her tiny breasts covered with a bandeau. Then it came down to her belly and untied Milton first and then Rennard. They fell and landed on the girl’s feet, the Charmer’s larger pair just ahead of them. Rennard took the first chance he got and exploded with flames. Both the girl and the Charmer stepped back, the girl more so with a shriek of pain.

“Would you look at that,” the Charmer said, adjusting her robes and giving the two of them their space. “You have magic powerful enough to have reached your arts. I will absolutely make you my personal accessories now. You’d provide helpful firepower from my shoulders. You, the other one, what’s your art?”

Rennard spoke for him. “Oh, you’ll know soon enough.”

“Rennard, behind us!” The younger girl had been sneaking up on them. Rennard threw a fiery spear and Milton launched a web of spinning ropes which functioned like bolas. The fire burst on her thigh and the bolas caught her ankles together, making her trip. They retreated from her fall, though noticed too late how they’d not only kept their eyes off the Charmer but retreated into her. A shadow grew over them, until her graceful and mature soles squashed them flat.

“Art of the tethers and the flames,” the Charmer said, flexing her long toes victoriously. “Those will do well in my arsenal. I’m curious where you’re from, I doubt you were someone she snatched up from a farm. How did you come by these two, girl?”

The girl, pouting, untangled her ankles and rose up, rubbing her hurt areas. “I just found them in the middle of nowhere, naked. I swear. They were asking me for help.”

“Hmm.” The Charmer kept standing in place. “Go and empty those three in your box and be gone. Head down the hill beyond the pond and get something to eat. You did well.”

“Thank you, milady.” The girl walked past her and into the cabin, returning back out with an empty waist, skirting the pond and leaving the premises. Now it was just the charmer, the sound of the waterfall, her cabin, and the two boys under her.

The big toe of her right foot perfectly smothered Rennard's face, and she raised the lithe appendage to let him get some words out. “The Charmer, some title and all, yet you use the same dirty tricks as any other giant.”

“Dirty tricks? I assume your boyhood fantasies of an ‘honorable’ fight, whatever that is, would benefit you quite well. But don’t worry, I have some magics which justify my title, and you will experience them.” The toe struck back down over his head. Using them as her sandals, the Charmer went into her cabin and retrieved some cord, peeling them off her feet and tying their arms together behind their backs. She dumped them under her desk and resumed whatever she’d been busy with before their arrival, sitting there and writing unfinished letters.

“Hey!” Rennard called out from underneath. “We haven’t gotten anything proper to eat and drink for a long time. I’m not expecting trash like you to give us the grandest inn experience, but we’ll die of thirst at this rate. Your tiny brain has—”

Like the admonishing strike of a ruler, the lady's foot gave him a quick slap. They were helpless with their arms tied. Continuing to write her letters, they could do nothing to prevent her from idly toying with them, scratching and rubbing them with her toes, rolling them around, flipping them around like pancakes. They were a pair of kicking legs and nothing else, the difference in strength a piteous thing to observe. The one reprieve was that her feet weren’t very dirty compared to other giants. Rennard didn’t make more noise whenever he had the chance, not because she would shut him off or not listen, reasons which had never stopped him before, but his mouth and throat were getting dry.

“God, you’re distracting me,” she said eventually. “I need to get these written and delivered today. Can’t focus while having too much fun with you.” The Charmer reached down, took them, and tossed them onto her chair. She sat, a wall of cloth squashing them. They could feel the warmth of her flesh through the fabric, their bodies covered by asscheek and thigh. It well exceeded the smothering force of a foot, as at least a foot had an arch, gaps between the toes, with plenty of room for ventilation. Now, there was pure darkness and not a fingertip to move, her backside like a switch which turned off the world. At the very least, the Charmer had a lovely fragrance from scented baths. It couldn’t compare with Ada or the girl afterwards with their dirty and travel-worn bodies. The Charmer, befitting her voluptuous and ladylike appearance, was washed and clean.

The evening became night, a few servants coming and going. The Charmer finished her writings by night, finally standing up. A smirk came to her when glancing down at her chair, the two boys sprawled out in an unmoving defeat. She gathered her papers and called the servant.

“Ready boxes three and four to be shipped tomorrow,” she said, referring to the ones containing humans. “I will spend the next three days at Springfall.”

“Yes, milady.” The Charmer picked up the boys.

“What…” Milton groaned. “What are you going to do with us?”

“Why, charm you, of course.”

“Is that some sick way of putting it?” Milton said. “That you’ll torture us until we do as you say?”

“Hmm, no, I’m not one for torture. Well, your coming day will be quite unpleasant, but it will be better afterwards. Afterwards, you’ll be in bliss.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Rennard said. “Give us some fucking water.”

With her letters and papers under an arm, she took them to a back room where a pentagram had been chalked in the middle. Taking her place within it, she whispered an incantation, and with a puff of light they were all gone.

They appeared on another pentagram in a similar room. The two boys were passengers as she went about in the new gloomly lit cabin, setting her letters and debriefing another servant. “I’m done for the day. Make sure these letters reach Miranda, the Rhinos in the area will depend on this.”

“Yes milady.” The Charmer left to a grand room, nicely decorated and with a large bed, no doubt her own quarters.

“Let’s see… You boys don’t look clean.” The Charmer raised them and gave them a few sniffs, raising an eyebrow. “I expected you to smell bad, but not carry the specific scent of a rank woman’s love juices. That stupid girl definitely had her fun with you while on the job. I’ll punish her accordingly.” They found no need to correct her. Their tied arms were placed over tiny hooks on the wall, where they hung helplessly.

“Please,” Milton said. “What do you want from us?”

“I’ll be back soon, sweethearts.” She left the room.

“She’s going to use water to win us over,” Rennard said. “Torture us with thirst. We need to do what’s necessary to survive, get the water, but keep it there. We’re not becoming her lackeys.”

Milton sighed, licking his lips. They were parched.

The Charmer returned with a bowl of water which she placed on a small table. Then she retrieved them from their hooks, dragged a chair to the smaller table where she sat while observing the two in her hands. “I’ll start with you,” she said, an eye on Rennard.

Rennard glanced at the bowl. “I know your plan, tramp. So what are you gonna make us do to get that water?”

“You understand some of it,” she said. Her fingers released Milton. He landed on her foot and rolled off. The Charmer sat and brought the bowl closer. “But I wouldn’t recommend you drink this.” Without further warning, she plunged Rennard into the bowl, and he realised it was warm and soapy. Her hand resurfaced, letting him catch his breath while rubbing her fingers over his skin and long red hair. “So filthy.” Her fingers came to his manhood and the area underneath, giving him a gentle squeeze to make him squirm. The fingers were rough Rennard suffered another couple of dives into the water. When she finished washing him, the Charmer used her gown to wipe him dry.

“I don’t need a bath,” Rennard said afterwards. “I need to drink.”

“I’ll be doing the opposite this night,” the Charmer said.

“What’s the opposite of giving me water? Take water from me? You make no sense, bitch.”

She raised him to her face, pointing his lower body towards her mouth. Her seductive, full lips parted. Her mouth was the opposite of theirs, glistening from wetness, the pinkish tongue sheening amid two rows of pearly teeth.

“What? No!” Rennard’s sudden thrashing was that of a prey about to be eaten. “You’re insane, you can’t do this!” She brought him closer, thumb and index around his torso. His legs spread and he planted a foot on each of her lips, steadying against her entry. A chuckle slipped through those lips. Her tongue snaked its way out and prodded his exposed manhood, causing Rennard to reflexively close his legs. Legs closed and straight, she shoved his lower body inside and her delightful lips closed around his waist.

“Fuck you!” Rennard yelled, a voice faltering in defeat. He kicked the roof of her mouth, used his knees against her teeth, did everything with his legs, but he couldn’t fight off her tongue from its goal, his cock, the sweet little candy she sought. Her fingers let him go, holding him with her mouth alone. Her lips wouldn’t stop kissing and cuddling with his waistline, as if she were trying to chew him down without using her teeth. A force pulled at his lower body, her cheeks caving in as she sucked, the muscles in her throat in a constant dance. Her eyes locked on him with a casual mood. That look drilled into his soul, and its simple continuity was the worst, letting him know he couldn’t hide from her. At his most vulnerable, trying to contain his moans, Rennard couldn’t bear being looked at.

Milton averted his eyes elsewhere, but he didn’t have his hands available to hold his ears and shut the sloppy noise. The greatest shame might have been with him more than Rennard, because Milton’s manhood stiffened from watching, unable to deny the reality of the Charmer’s beauty as she raped his friend with her mouth. Milton walked away, but her foot cut him off. Turning around and looking up, her deadpan eyes were on him now while her mouth didn’t relent on his friend. Her big toe gently grazed his manhood, and she winked. He was next.

With another taunting show of casualness, the Charmer reclined on her chair and untied the bun, her dark and lustrous hair falling over her shoulders. The suction drew Rennard in further, from waist to hip and then almost to his chest, his tied arms dangling behind him by her chin. Her tongue reached for his belly, tickling him, and he did his utmost to not laugh but couldn't. She tickled, bit with her teeth, fondled his manhood, sucked, and set him into a delirious whirlwind of giggling from the tickles and grunting from pain and moaning from pleasure, the sounds of an insane man to ears alone. Rennard gathered whatever moisture his parched mouth could bring and spat at her cheek. She sucked harder, the tip of her tongue getting rougher with his balls. His body couldn’t deny it, and his incredibly stubborn will which wanted to withhold her the pleasure of getting him, it failed. He couldn’t resist.

Rennard came. His cum motivated her mouth and tongue to work fanatically, milking every last drop out of him. Rennard hung out of her mouth limply, a stupified expression. She licked it all off inside her mouth and spat him out on the floor. He didn’t move. Rennard’s efforts and the warmth all added to the tire, added to the thirst, and as Milton was picked up and it was his turn being washed, he realised the reason for this. Making them cum dehydrated them further, the opposite of giving them water.

“Do you want us to die of thirst?” Milton said as she moved him towards her moist mouth. “We haven’t even defied you. Who the hell tortures someone without asking questions, without wanting something?”

“As I’ve already said, I’m going to charm you,” she said. “My power has very unique conditions. All will make sense in due time.” The lips closed around his waist and repeated the sucking and kissing she’d given Rennard until he too was a drained, fatigue lump of meat. After being thoroughly milked, she spat him out on the floor next to Rennard, both of them like discarded banana peels, like pieces of trash.

“Good night, my sweethearts.” The Charmer walked over them, to her bed, and went to sleep.