MAZE By Scott Grildrig and Chelgi
We were running. Well, that's not entirely true, Molly was running. I was
offering the kind of side-seat advice that comes from a sense of utter
helplessness. "Left! Left! Dodge left!" I hollered. Molly dodged right, and a
huge crater materialized where I was pointing. The blast staggered her, but she
kept her balance, and even increased her phenomenal speed. Me, I shut up, and
clung to my chair atop her right shoulder. I wasn't having a good day. We,
weren't having a good day, what with the Dabesi stumbling on us, crippling our
ship and driving us out of space onto this forsaken mud hole. I grunted, and
grabbed frantically at my chair as Molly executed a mind numbing change of
direction. I like my inertia dampeners thank- you, but Molly's never taken my
advice to carry one around with her; even that wouldn't be so bad, if I wasn't
flopping around nearly fifty meters off the ground. We were enveloped in
explosions, but Molly's speed was deceptive, and the Dabesi were only slowly
adjusting to it. Moreover, her last move had brought her within range of the
first cover either of us had seen in the last five minutes. With a terrific leap
she cleared the jumbled outcropping, then spun and dove back behind them. Thank
god for good training, she led with her left shoulder, sparing me a terminal
experience with the rock. Molly had both hands on her only weapon, a Bace &
David Mark IV: a 404mm semi-automatic 'handgun' that tosses nearly a ton of
highly compressed Ultymite fiber. Still, neither of us were feeling overly
confident right at the moment. We were lucky, lucky that the two ships had been
so far south of our crash site, lucky that they hadn't been able to circle
around us. ....Yet! Molly peered up over the outcropping. All I could see was
rock, but I felt her tense beneath me as she spotted her targets. She turned
flush to the wall and backed away a little, kneeling on her right leg, and
raised her gun. Now I could see the oncoming ships. One was heading straight
towards us, the other curved right, no doubt hoping to flank us. But it was the
first one that Molly cared about. Even this little bit of cover wasn't going to
help much if he started blasting. She followed him with her gun sights, and
chuckled to herself. "Come on sucker, come on, nice and straight, just like
you're doing." Raising her left hand to support her shooting hand, she braced
her elbow on her knee, and steadied her aim. The Dabesi was still too far away
for a decent shot, and shooting wasn't her strong point, so she just tracked him
with her automatic. The ship was lining up and trying to get close enough that
he couldn't miss. "Somebody's got 'target fixation'," she muttered. "That's
good, come on now, nice and straight, that's it.... come to Molly." I watched
the minute movements of her arm, as she allowed what she considered the proper
lead, then very slowly and deliberately squeezed the trigger. The explosion
shook the dust from the rock outcropping, and caused a minor avalanche of dirt
and pebbles. The gun bucked in Molly's hand, again and again she fired round
after round at the approaching ship, hesitating only long enough between shots
to re-align her sights on the ship. At the sound of her fourth shot the entire
bow of the Dabesi ship dissolved in a ball of fire. We watched in amazement as
it expanded into a black cloud, debris could be seen floating through the pall
of smoke with the main portion of the ship still coming on, but now it was
dropping faster than it was approaching, I realized that she had not only hit
the ship, but hit it with a killing shot. Damn decorum, I whooped and hollered
like a kid, "Great shot, Molly! Great! That's the best you've ever done. Damn,
but that was good." and we watched the smoking ship until it slammed into the
ground raising a blazing fireball. A few seconds later the noise and wind of the
blast washed over us. "Half mile away," I noted, "Ye gods, you nailed him at
more than a mile. That's wild. You been practicing behind my back?" "Nah,"
smiled Molly, "If that crazy bastard hadn't kept coming straight on like he knew
he had us, I'd have never hit him. Lucky shot, but it worked. I guess he didn't
know we had anything that could hurt him." "Well, hope for more luck, here comes
the other one." The second ship had completed its maneuver and was approaching
us from the east. Molly growled, "I doubt he'll come in like his friend, now
that he knows we have teeth." She was right, the second ship pulled up and
turned away, then he rolled into a tight turn and started back down into an
erratic, twisting dive at the two of us. "Should we run?" I asked. "I can't stay
ahead of him," said Molly, "Let's get this over with." She started to circle
around the outcropping, then swore viciously. A heavy fall of detritus made any
attempt to use that side for protection futile. Disdaining cover, she fell to
one knee again, and lined up on the approaching ship. "You think they would have
trained me better for this," she growled as she concentrated on her shot. I kept
my peace, there aren't that many 'tess/norm pairs in the Scouting arm of the
Combined Terran Forces. I remember how they had justified skimping on Molly's
firearms work because of the high cost of munitions. Idiots! "Shit!" exploded
Molly, "He's dodging, or tacking, or whatever you call it." "It's a technical
term," I murmured, "called zig-zagging." I don't think she heard me, good thing
too. "Damn it, hold still...!" the air thundered with the explosions of her gun.
In lieu of accuracy Molly was filling the sky with fire. We both heard the empty
click, but in a reasonably smooth motion she pulled the empty magazine out and
slammed in the last clip from her pocket. The Dabesi ship, untouched by her
first assault, was recovering from a wild turn. "Here he comes again," I warned.
"Maybe he'll get close enough this time." "I wouldn't count on it," I said,
"besides, that might be a bad thing." Molly grunted her agreement. Neither of us
wanted him to get a good shot at us. Once more Molly braced her gun with her
left hand, and lined up on the approaching ship. She set her sights on her
target and talked to herself, coaching her own shooting out loud, as she took
aim, "About so much lead...uhh...about so high for distance.... Mmmm..." and the
world shook again as shot after shot rocked the area. At about the fifth shot a
ball of flame leapt from the top of the ship. "Got him....!" crowed Molly, and
dropped her gun to her side, then brought it back up as she realized that the
hit hadn't been as effective as her first kill. A secondary explosion rocked the
Dabesi vessel, which aborted its dive and rose in a climbing turn, trailing
thick black smoke. Molly raised her gun for a parting shot, but hesitated,
staring at it. I followed her glance and groaned to myself. The barrel was
discolored from the heat of too many shots in such a short time, and there was a
hairline crack its base. "DamnDamnDamnDamnDamnDAMN!!" snarled Molly, and she
rammed the useless weapon back into her holster. "You still have a spare barrel
left, right?" I asked her. "Yah," she snapped, "but, we're not staying out
here." and she began to run again, glancing over her shoulder at the Dabesi
ship. But for the moment it dwindled, hurt enough not to follow us. /\__/\__/
I'd been bouncing for more than an hour. The chair was secure, but it was
improvisational, taken from the wreckage of our ship, and bound to the epaulette
on Molly's shoulder. Fortunately, her jet black hair was cut page boy style,
otherwise I'd have gone nuts trying to see where we were going. Still, it
brushed over me uncounted times, and soft and silky is a relative term, and I
didn't think her giant hair was, it was starting to piss me off. Molly was
scarcely in a better mood, until we found the pass. Her long powerful legs ate
up the ground swiftly, and soon we reached the cleft in the rocks. But it wasn't
a pass, it was a chasm or a canyon, driving deep into the body of the rock. And
it was big. As I said earlier, Molly is just over fifty meters tall, and the
front of the cliff was about three times her height. "This looks pretty good,"
panted Molly. "I think we'll be well protected in here. There are steep
mountains on either side that'll really restrict the approaches. He'll have to
come in directly up the canyon, or straight down. And straight down he ain't
gonna do, too dangerous to miss pulling out just right. He's too likely to prang
into rock. Plus, he knows better than to fall into my field of fire." and she
laughed grimly, "Not that I have any 'fire' to field. I'm glad that he doesn't
know that.. Gives us a little time and possible edge." "Sold," I said. "But
before we dive in, take a quick look at the rock face on the inside of this
canyon." Molly took my advice and peered closely at it. "It's artificial," she
said, "though worn." and she ran her fingers over it. "I say we go in anyway."
"Just be careful," I said. As Molly strode forward, the unnatural construction
of the canyon became clearer. The floor smoothed out to a semi-polish, and the
walls began to describe an almost perfect right angle to the ground. However,
the place was old and untended. Ancient rock falls and whirling winds had
accumulated enough dirt and soil along the edges, to support grasses, bushes and
occasional trees. As we proceeded the walls narrowed, which didn't make Molly
happy, except that they also descended lower, until they stood only half-again
as tall as the top of her head; still plenty of cover from the air. "The word
'jackpot' keeps running through my mind," said Molly. I had to agree. The CTF
was still reeling from the latest Dabesi attacks. Molly and I had been sent off
in the general direction of what command 'hoped' was Dabby territory, and told
us to find something -- anything. We were doing okay, until ambushed by a
squadron of light fighters. Why the fighters were here, why the planet was
uninhabited, why they didn't just nuke us, were questions that plagued us both.
Molly stopped, shaking me out of my reverie, and I looked up and saw why.. We
had arrived at a fork in the canyon. More than a fork, rather a conjunction of
passages. Molly stepped into one of the narrower ones and sat down. "I need a
rest," she said. "Do you want down?" She didn't have to ask twice. I unlimbered
my belts and hung on, waiting for her hand to approach. Stepping on to it, I
turned over and laid down; about the only way I can travel without undue fear.
But Molly was gentle, and lowered me carefully enough that I wasn't bothered. I
rolled off her hand, and looked up at her. "Ten minutes," I said, and she
nodded. Thank god that our links still worked, I hate yelling. I examined the
floor of the canyon. It looked more natural up close, until you tracked it to
the horizon, and saw how flat it was. "Y'know," I said on an impulse, "I don't
think this is a canyon. I think it's some kind of a maze." Molly was sitting
cross-legged, her elbows on her knees, her chin resting on the back of her
hands. She gazed at me with her rich brown eyes. "I left my string at home," she
said. "Ha, ha." I said. "Serve you right if there's a minotaur at the end of
this thing." Molly smiled a slow, evil smile. "A big minotaur," I added. She
grinned, "What makes you think he'd be interested in me?" then laughed. "We've
enough on our hands," she said. "How long do you think it'll be, till our friend
will be ready to play again." "Wish I knew," I said, "you put the fear of death
in him. Even if he gets his ship fixed, he might wait for reinforcements. How
about you, you want to change barrels now?" "No, we're still too much in the
open here. One pass and that damn Dabesi could see we had problems. Or maybe if
he spotted us in here he could drop half the mountain on us from where we
couldn't even see him." "OK, time's up anyway, let's go exploring." Molly
gathered me up in her hands, and held me in my chair while I strapped myself
back in. Then she got up, and I closed my eyes and mumbled something trite as I
shot up into the air like an express elevator. "What was that?" she asked.
"Nothing, just practicing my theology." "Well, then, I'd be more carefull what
your 'Goddess' hears..." and she laughed. The exploration soon lost its
excitement. There were countless forks and side passages, but they all aimlessly
meandered about before joining some other previously trodden path, or ended in
steep cul-de-sacs. The only thing with any promise was about ten kilometers into
the maze where the vertical walls dipped to about twenty meters above Molly's
head. We examined the immediate area, but were soon convinced that we hadn't
found a way to the other side. There was a strange beveling along the top of the
wall that inspired us to call it the 'ledge'. There was, however, another spot,
where the wall dipped to its lowest point yet, only ten meters taller than
Molly. "Do you want to scale it?" I asked. "I want a look first," said Molly.
That meant me, and though I wasn't enthused about the idea, I also didn't have
anything better to offer. So I unbuckled myself, and let Molly pick me off her
shoulder. She lifted me a short distance above her head, and I glanced around,
looking for our Dabesi friend. "No sign of him," I whispered. Molly lifted me
higher, I stood on the top of her palm, and clung to her middle finger. The view
was staggering, to me anyway. But I managed to choke down my fear and take a
good look. All I could see was more of the same: the maze went everywhere. "See
anything?" she asked "Nope. Might as well bring me down." Molly lowered her hand
until I was level with her shoulder. I fell across the small gap and buckled
myself back into my chair. "Any ideas?" she asked. "I was about to ask the
same," I sighed. "You ready to try the ledge?" I rubbed at my face, "Yeah, okay,
let's get it over with." Molly took off with her usual ground shaking jog, and I
clung to my chair with my usual heart pounding panic. Her black hair still
occasionally obscured my view, but I wasn't about to let go of my perch; seat
belt be damned, there had to be a better way to travel. "You okay?" she asked.
"Spiffy," I squeaked. "I mean, fine. I'm doing fine." "Sure you are." Molly
turned down what we agreed was a shortcut back to the ledge, and was no more
than five paces into it when the tangler came whipping out of nowhere. One
moment I was not enjoying a ride that some people would pay good money for, the
next I was in free fall. Molly hit the ground with a force normally reserved to
mountains, and I snapped like a cracked whip. "Mike?" "Uh?" "What happened?"
"That wasn't planned, right?" "It was a tangler." "Yeah, I caught a glimpse. I
never saw one that big before. How're you doing?" "I'm real stuck, Mike." "Stay
cool, I'll see what I can do." The first order of business was to extricate
myself from my perch, but first I had to figure a way to avoid a seven meter
fall. I glanced up and made my decision. Molly anticipated me and tucked her
chin up against her shoulder. That made it easier as I released the straps and
leapt forward. I caught a double armful of her silky black hair and swung back
and forth. Molly helped a little by turning her head, but I still had to slide
down about three meters before I felt comfortable making the jump. Then when she
moved her head she cleared my path, and I jogged away so I could get a feel for
the big picture. She was trussed and ready up for Christmas. If it hadn't been
such a serious situation, and Molly in such a bad mood, I might have teased her
about being a nice big Christmas present for me. As it was, I just let it go.
The silver strand of the tangler had struck around her knees and wound its way
up and down her colossal body. It was strong stuff too. Molly's no slouch, and I
watched as she strained with strength enough to toss a skyscraper, but the
fibers didn't even budge. I walked all around her but saw no weakness in the
bindings. "Crumbs," I swore, "if I have to saw through this stuff we'll be here
forever." "Can't find any thin spots?" "Not down here. I think I need to look
from a higher vantage." Nor was that an easy task. I debated climbing Molly's
hair, but if I entangled myself we'd both be in trouble. I decided to begin my
ascent from her right hand. She obliged by flattening her fingers against the
ground, and I stepped up onto her fingers. It was a bit tricky crossing to her
open palm, but from there things grew easier, though the angle increased as I
reached the uppermost part of her arm. About five minutes later I stepped up
onto her back. Molly was spread out beneath me, a chain of undulating hills
wrapped in silver. This ground moved beneath me, not much though. The tangler
had left her just enough leeway to breathe. "It doesn't look good," I said. "Can
you reach my left hand?" Molly asked. It wouldn't be easy, but it was possible.
"I'm on my way." The last part was the most difficult, I had to slide down about
five meters, but I was glad that she had directed me this way. I ended up close
to her left wrist, and was delighted to discover that the tangler had only
caught her upper arm in two places. I wasted no time, but unlimbered my phase
cannon and targeted the leftmost strand. Molly didn't even flinch, not that my
arsenal could do much more than burn her a bit, but it made things go faster.
About a minute passed and the strand parted with an singing twang! I wiped away
the sweat, holding a phase cannon is like wrestling a furnace. The second strand
went a little more quickly, and after it fell apart Molly moved her arm and
clenched and unclenched her fingers. "Thanks," she said with a heartfelt sigh.
"How bad is it?" "Tingly," she complained, "everything's asleep." "You want me
to bust a few more stands?" "Nah, I'll take care of them, you better get off." I
packed up the cannon and slid down Molly's wrist and into the palm of her hand.
From there I jumped to the floor and trotted a hundred meters in no particular
direction. By the time I turned around Molly had begun to dig into the tangler
fibers by her hips. Fingers the thickness of tree trunks vented their strength
upon the material and tore it with a hideous ripping noise. It took her less
than a minute to extricate her right arm, and then she made short work of the
bindings across her legs. She tossed the stuff aside and rose to her full
height, soaring over everything around her. She cast about, then smiled as she
spotted me. "Thanks, hero." "My pleasure." She covered the distance between us
and squatted down. I clambered up onto her proffered hand, and soon found myself
back in my chair. Happily, nothing else interrupted our journey to the cliff.
/\__/\__/ "I really hate this." "It'll be okay." "Uh-huh. Easy for you to say."
"Hey," she admonished, "you trust me, right?" "Uh-huh." "You trust me?" she
asked more sternly. I stared into her dark brown eyes, "I trust you with my
life," I declared. "Got that right," she murmured and smiled.... "Ready?" I
looked up at Molly's face looming above me. I lay on my back with my head on her
fingers and my feet about half-way down the palm of her giant hand. "I'm ready,"
I said. We both ignored the less than stable note in my voice. "One." Dear god.
"Two." Why did she have to count. "Three!" Somebody dropped a boulder on me and
the world blurred past. The wind roared in my ears. The cliff was snatched
downwards. I don't know if I screamed going up, but I sure as hell did coming
back down. Something interesting shot into view, something different, a flash of
blue and green. I pried my eyes open with my fingers and tried to etch the
vision in my brain. The cliff shot back up, and I clenched my eyes shut. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."
"MIKE!!!" "...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuhhhhh?" Molly's thunderous shout blew
sense back into my head. "You caught me," I chirped. "On the first bounce," she
said dryly. "Sorry, I'll never get used to that." "I'll never get used to
catching you. What did you see?" "Oh yeah. We have to get over that wall," I
said. "I couldn't see too clearly, but I'm sure that I saw water." Molly glanced
up doubtfully. "It'll be a bitch," she said. "I hope you're sure about this. You
do know that if you'd open your eyes you could see better, don't you?" and she
chuckled. "It's the best thing I've seen so far, and I can't help it if I'm a
little afraid of heights and don't really like the idea of you tossing me a
couple hundred meters into the air." She nodded, then smiled down at me. "Ready,
hero?" "Yeah, I know," I growled. "Me first." "You love it when I toss you
around like a toy, and you know it." I grumbled, "Not with seventy meters of air
under me." "Hell, I can reach that high," Molly giggled. Yeah, I know," I said,
"and I don't really like that either." and Molly laughed. /\__/\__/ Eighty
meters above the floor of the canyon I clung to the narrow ledge. My heart had
slowed almost enough to separate the beats, which was hardly fair to Molly, it
had been a good toss. Still, I had other things to worry about. "You ready?"
asked Molly. "Just one more minute!" I pulled out a few stickys and secured them
to the ledge, then I tied myself to the stickys. I had moved a good distance to
Molly's left, but I still hung a neon orange flag over the edge. No sense taking
stupid chances. "Ready!" I shouted, and I grabbed the ropes and held tight. I
was partially blind from my angle, so I heard the booming of her footfalls, but
didn't see Molly until she was at the peak of her jump. Her gigantic body struck
the cliff and the ground heaved beneath me, but her scrabbling fingers failed to
find a purchase and she fell from sight. I heard her heavy muttered curses, and
felt the ground shake as she landed. Then I heard the heavy rumble of her
footsteps and felt the wall tremble as she stalked off for another try. Her
booming footsteps sounded again, the world around me gonged, and the ledge shook
violently as Molly hooked her fingers over the edge and lifted her colossal self
up to an uneasy perch. I was never more glad for the stickys and ropes. "No
sweat," she grinned down at me. I would have begged to differ, but I let her
catch her breath before she pulled herself over the ledge and dropped over the
side with a thunderous boom! Shaking the wall again. I clung to the ropes
without saying a word, until the ground stopped moving, then took my time
putting everything away. I heard Molly's boot tapping and decided that she took
precedence over my phobias. Stepping up to the edge of the cliff I looked down
at the giantess; a novel experience, that was soon dispelled. Molly held up her
cupped hands and smiled sweetly. "Jump," she commanded. So I did. I backed up a
couple of steps and then just dove out into the empty air toward Molly's hands.
About two feet out from the wall my brain kicked it, took one look at the vista
below me, and stumbled off to strangle my spine. I wasn't sure if it felt like
skydiving, bungee jumping, or just plain suicide, but I turned what started like
a credible dive into a flurry of thrashing limbs as I tried to climb empty air.
I soared out ten meters above Molly's hands, almost eighty meters above the
ground. I would have screamed, but my brain was beating my spine with my tongue,
and all that came out was a horrible gurgle. The most painful part was that this
wasn't the first time. Molly has never failed to catch me, and I have never
failed to shriek horribly. Thank god, she's not malicious about it, but then I
know her weaknesses too. Some instinct remained to me, and I landed on my back,
still flapping wildly. Her cupped hand was already dropping, cushioning my body
as she described a large arc that consumed all the energy of my fall. That
wasn't any fun either. Still, it was better than smearing myself all over her
hands. Molly's motions were perfectly choreographed, and as the whirling ride
ended I found myself next to her right shoulder. Even my unwieldy chair looked
good now, but it was a minute before I summoned up enough courage to climb into
it. "Mike, you OK?" "You're holding me, aren't you?" "Yes." "You didn't drop me,
did you?" "No, certainly not." "And you didn't crush me, right?" "Not that I can
tell." "Then thanks, I'm all right! A little dizzy, but all right. I really hate
when you do that to me." "Would you have jumped on your own?" "Maybe." "Sure you
would," she snapped. "You just don't trust me do you? Well, if you have a better
way, let me know. I'll just let you get down yourself the next time. It may take
you a couple of days, but I can wait. Unless you fall, of course, then I'd just
have to go on without you. I guess I'd just dig a little hole and drop you in.
Want me to tamp down your grave with my petite little foot?" Did I mention that
Molly has a temper? Obviously the day was getting to her as well. Well, there's
a point where I don't back off. "God, but you're macabre," I said. "What's the
matter, wouldn't want me to mash your dead body?" "You'd probably enjoy doing
it," I yelled. "I've seen what happens when you toddle around. Remember
MacEnzie's brand new Hoverette?" Molly chuckled, her mood completely turned
around, she also has a sick sense of humor. I grinned too. Everyone knew that
Molly weighed just over two thousand tons, but it didn't really mean that much,
until Molly stepped on the Colonel's new car. It had been back during training,
at the end of a long, long day. Even the sergeant had been drooping, which
explained why Molly, eyes forward, as per orders, and marching barefoot, since
they hadn't yet made her boots for her, had turned a corner and stepped on the
base commander's brand new hovercar; with her huge bare foot. It shouldn't have
been parked there, but even so, it might have been worse. Colonel MacEnzie was
all of six feet from entering his shiny new car when Molly's huge bare foot came
down on top of it, crushing it flat as a pancake.... right in front of him....
He screamed, and nearly cried when Molly lifted her huge bare foot and he saw
the flattened scrap of metal that two thousand tons of beautiful woman had made
of his brand new car. His beautiful new Hoverette was now no more than an inch
thick! A shiny red sheet of wrinkled aluminum, squashed completely flat against
the pavement... It looked like a beer can that had been run over by a heavy
truck. All the Colonel could say for ten minutes, as he sat and stared in shock,
was that he was glad he wasn't in it. After that Molly got a lot more respect,
was relieved of any more eyes-forward marching, and the sergeant took no-doze
pills, but the training didn't get any easier. Whenever I got uppity with her,
she used to remind me of the story, so I was happy to return the favor. On the
other hand, Molly has a dark side, and it was important to remind her of that
too. "You're thinking of that militia group riot, aren't you?" she said. "Yah,
it kinda goes hand in hand, no?" "They shot me," she said. I wasn't ready for
her to lose her happy mood yet, "Right, one dingy nut put some birdshot in your
ankle, so you crunched him like a snail." "It hurt. Besides, they were coming
after you too." "Was that the reason you stomped all fifty of them into paste?"
"I like you." "I like you too. Did I ever say thank-you?" "Once or twice."
"Third time's charm...thanks." Molly grinned sidelong at me, and I sighed:
mission accomplished. It was a fact, Molly was a bit untamed, nor was she the
only one. In fact, comparing notes with the few other 'tess/norm pairs, I'd
lucked out. But the memory was still with me. Me on the ground with two shots in
my belly. Molly looming over those men, snuffing them out one after another. The
idiots hadn't run, they hadn't surrendered, they had fought, and my favorite
giantess kicked off her shoes and painted the ground with their guts. We were
both in counseling for a few weeks after that event, but the CTF got us off the
hook; the giantesses aren't kept around just for their looks. "You still enjoy
the very thought of crushing men, don't you?" Molly sighed, "Little man, you
can't imagine what it's like to have so many little bugs like you, swarming
around me all the time." "Is it sexual?" She shook her head, washing me with her
hair. "Not really. It's an outlet, a powertrip, it's satisfaction, maybe, a
little sexy if I think about domination." "But you get so carried away." "Welllll.....
maybe..... a little bit, sometimes." "Don't give me that 'little bit sometimes'
I've seen you in action, and I know an orgasm when I see one!" "Mike...!" "I
suppose you've never stepped on a man nice and slowly, with your bare foot, so
that you could feel his bones crunching under your foot while you turned him
into a bloody grease spot, after everything was over? As I said, I know an
orgasm when I see one! Especially as big as you are.." "Certainly not!" "What
about the time..... never mind.... Just as long as it isn't me," I said. "We
still have a ways to go. What was that command the mahouts used to use to get
their cute little steeds moving?" "You like living dangerously, don't you, hero?
Well watch out for my trunk, and she playfully stabbed at me with her finger."
"Whoa, enough, uncle, uncle. Besides, who'd cut you out of the next tangler that
gets you?" Molly strode along at a rapid, but comfortable pace, which was much
better than her tooth-jarring jog. "You might have a point there," she chuckled,
"a little one, but then about all you can make are little ones." "I'm not li....."
and I trailed off into silence. I was six feet tall and a hundred eighty five
pounds, but there was no way I could win that argument. She'd just tease me the
rest of the day. We yank each other's chain quite a bit. The high walls rushed
by as Molly walked through the maze, or whatever it was. Tangles of weird plants
marred the artificial lines and made it a little surrealistic. As I watched the
walls slide past I noticed that they seemed to be closing in on both sides.
"Molly, is this passage getting a little narrower?" "Sure enough, hero." She
answered. "I don't like this." I said. "How far are we from that blue spot?" She
asked. "Couple hundred meters straight line, maybe a little more." I said, "Why
don't you slow down a bit, we've already hit one tangler, and we don't need any
more." I said. "It's been two hours already, that ship's gonna be back." She
said. Still Molly slowed to a more deliberate pace and we both concentrated on
the floor and walls of the maze. It was nerve wracking, we both felt the
tension. "Mike?" "Yes, Molly?" "I'd like another look around." Terrific, just
what I wanted, another trip via Air Molly. "Damn it, if you wanted a bird's eye
view, you should've brought a bird." "You're more fun," she chuckled, "But I
mean it, I feel blind in here." "Yah, yah. Me too. I fumbled at my belts, and
pulled myself up. Something caught on the chair, and I turned my head to free
it, then stopped as something flicked on the edge of my vision. "Molly?" "Yes,
birdy?" "Don't move." Once again CTF training proved its worth. Nine out of ten
people would have taken that as a command to spin wildly and stare, but my long
cool Molly froze to immobility. I swung around in my chair and peered to the
ground far below. About fifty meters back something was emerging from the walls.
"Molly, turn around and run as fast as you can." She turned fast enough, and I
swore viciously as I nearly lost my grip on the chair, but she hadn't taken a
step when with an audible bang! Steel bars snapped into place, blocking the
passageway. "That's neat," said Molly. "Glad you like it," I snarled, "since
it's for you." "For me?" "Does it look like it would slow me down?" There were
eight bars in all, each spaced about five meters apart. "You think these traps
are for me," she said grimly. "The tangler might have been overkill," I
explained. "but this thing is just for you." "The Dabesi don't have giants."
"One problem at a time." "It looks like it would be easy to climb." "You want to
climb it?" I asked. "Nope." "You want to keep going?" "You know what we're gonna
find." she drawled. I knew it too. The second part of the trap snapped into
place after she had taken her third step. It looked just like the part behind
us. "Okay, hero, tell me why I shouldn't just rip these bars off the walls." She
lowered me to the ground and I approached the lower most bar on the right. At
five meters up, the huge thick steel bar itself was unapproachable, but it
wasn't what caught my attention. The bar itself was set into an tall oval
aperture, and under that was a round hole, so the entire thing looked like a big
exclamation mark. The lower hole was only three meters up, and pulling my
flashlight from my belt I stepped back and tried to get a look inside of the
thing. Something silver glittered back at me. Molly was on her knees, watching
me as I thoughtfully headed back towards her. "So, what's the catch?" she asked.
"The bars are rigged to drop. If I was an evil trap designer I'd electrify them
or something, but it looks like the least you'd get is tangled up again. There's
probably more." "I could hold you next to one of the holes for a better look."
"Thanks, but I think we're ready for the next step." "Glad you think so." "Don't
get smart. You see that big tree over there?" "Uh...no. You mean that little
weed?" "Ha, ha. Yah, right, the weed. Can you pull it up?" It was a silly
question, and we both knew it. Molly bent down and wrapped her gigantic fingers
around the thick trunk. The ground heaved and ripped, and she stood up, carrying
her twenty meter tall prize. I don't care how many times I see it, watching
Molly simply rip a huge fifty or sixty foot tree out of the ground so easily,
still sends chills down my spine. Grinning she waved the huge tree around like
it was no more than a weed. "OK, That's good, it wasn't a trap." I said. Her
face fell, "What do you mean, it wasn't a trap?" "It could have been the trigger
for another trap, I mean the ground could have opened up, or a top snapped over
into place. The tree itself might have exploded." She pointed the tree at me,
"Don't try to intimidate me." "I don't have to, not if this nice maze does it
for me." "Yah, yah, yah," she muttered. "Sometimes I think you don't love me."
"Toss the tree, Molly, just toss the tree into the bars." She tossed it all
right. There should have been a sonic boom, it moved so fast. There was a loud
clang! and several things happened at once. A puff of dust heralded the ejection
of twenty little tanglers, ten to a side, that slammed into each other at the
middle, swallowing the tree in the twinkling of an eye. Then the bars dropped a
meter or two, and long, evil looking steel spears blasted out of the top of each
oval. Two of them struck each other, deflected off the bars, and clattered away
on the other side. The rest sank deep into the rock on the opposite side. The
tree never even slowed them down. Molly looked white. I'm sure I didn't look
much better. "That's rude," she complained. "It's a hell of a way to make a pin
cushion." "That's not funny!" She exclaimed. "Calm down," I said, "We're okay.
So the traps are getting a bit more serious. I'd like to know why they aren't
worse than this, and why there aren't more of them." "Maybe they're lulling us
into a false sense of security." "That's not funny," I said. The tanglers were
still writhing, apparently dissatisfied with the tree. "Can you reach the tree
without being caught by the tanglers?" "They seem to be heat sensitive." noted
Molly. "Hey, good point." I cast around, then spotted a three meter tall boulder
against the wall, near to where Molly had obtained the tree. Unlimbering my
phase cannon, I crossed over to it and began to pump heat into the rock. It only
took a minute, soon it was popping and steaming. "Can you kick that near the
tanglers?" I asked. Molly was way ahead of me. She lightly tapped at it with her
metalshod toe, lifting it out of the ground, then gave it a gentle kick with her
toe (gentle on her scale) that sent it rolling it towards the bars. The result
was impressive. The tanglers swarmed around the rock, burying it in a mass of
twitching silver, that slowly calmed down to quiescence. Only one of the
tanglers still held the tree in a partial embrace, caught between conflicting
tropisms. Molly reached out for the tree, and I bit my tongue. She knew what she
was doing. She grabbed the root ball of the trunk and began to pull. The tangler,
sensing movement, enveloped one of the larger branches. Molly laughed, "Hey,
dumbo, this is mine," and she pulled harder. The branch tore free with a loud
ripping noise. The tangler, deprived of its support, fell to the ground, still
snaking and twisting around the broken limb. However, it landed close enough to
the still warm boulder to draw it to its fellows, where it too lapsed into
stillness. "So," said Molly, "we're safe now, right?" I looked up into her eyes
(no mean feat), and saw the twinkle. "You're learning," I said. "Damn right,"
and she poked and probed at the bars with the tree. The branches scraped and
squealed against the metal, but nothing else came of it. Molly cocked her head
and thought about it for a moment, then raised her arm, and whacked the topmost
bar with her arboreal weapon. There was an audible click! and a host of bars
slammed out of the walls from either side, turning the barrier into a nearly
solid wall of steel. Molly glared at the bars and began to thrash them with the
tree. There were a few more clicks, some smaller tanglers sprang out, but the
trap seemed spent. Still, Molly kept pounding it, till the tree was reduced to a
handful of kindling. I opened my mouth to say something, but she wasn't done
yet. Spinning on her left foot she lashed out with her right, her booted heel
struck the bars with a crashing gong, as if a thousand bells had exploded. The
force of the blow was strong enough to spread some of the bars apart, but again,
no further trap revealed itself. "I think that we're safe now," declared Molly.
"I feel safe," I said. "I'll wait on this side while you climb over." "I'm not
climbing," she growled. And reaching out, she grabbed the bars just below the
opening her last kick had created. Now Molly is strong, and I don't mean just
because she's a giantess. She's disproportionately strong, which is necessary to
compensate for the incredible pull of gravity on her giant body. Most of the
time it's not that obvious, except when she puts her mind to it. So when she
pulled on the steel bars, they came apart like warm taffy. She ripped both them,
and most of the machinery that operated them, right out of the walls. Huge
chunks of rock and dirt fell in cascades of crushed and broken debris as she
viciously ripped the huge steel bars out of the walls, along with portions of
the walls and the steel of the machinery that operated the huge bars. I jogged
back a ways, not that Molly wasn't being careful, but I didn't want to be
smeared by a chunk of metal or rock that bounced funny when that enormous
giantess ripped it apart. It only took her a few moments to clear the way, and
when she was done she looked much happier. "I've been itching to bust
something," she said, and she held out her hand for me. You'd think I'd be used
to her incredible strength by now, but I just kinda stared at her palm as she
lifted me up. Like I said before, she's one of the nicer giantesses, thank
goodness.
Molly moved a bit more slowly after that. I think it was the first time she'd
ever encountered anything designed to kill her that wasn't based on high
explosives. We were also getting close to our target, that and the nervousness
we both felt when we checked the skies made us both a bit antsy. Then, suddenly,
Molly stopped. "Mike?" "Yah?" "I stepped on something." "Oh hell, "You mean a
trap?" "The ground moved funny when I stepped down." "Okay. Okay. Fine, don't
move." I unhitched myself from my chair, grabbed onto its arms and peered down.
Unfortunately I couldn't see anything from the side, and Molly's breasts and ass
prevented any clear view from the front or rear. "I didn't realize how
voluptuous you look from up here," I said. "What?" she hissed. "Whoa, no
movements, okay? I'm have to get down to the ground. Maybe I can defuse the
trap, or find a way to jam it in place." "The term 'shot in the dark' springs to
mind," said Molly. "I'm open to suggestions." "Just get going." And therein lay
the little foil to my plan. I looked Molly over from every way I could, but
failed to find a way down that I could handle. The thing that peeved me most was
that I had left a piece of rope back at the ship, since Molly normally carried a
better one. "I've got a problem," I said. "Wait in line," said Molly. "I can't
climb down." Molly sighed deeply. "No, you can't climb down on the outside."
"Sorry?" "Look, you just insert yourself under my collar and climb down, the
tension of my clothing will keep you from falling." Ever have one of those
moments when words fail you? I wracked my brain for something smart to say,
fortunately common sense won out. "Um...okay," I said. /\__/\__/ I had never
been this...uh...'close' to Molly before. I mean, she held me in her hands often
enough to be a given. She'd even kissed me once or twice, which was an
experience not soon forgotten. But we valued each other's privacy, and I had
never been this 'close' to her before. First, I divested myself of anything that
might scratch her. Not a real big worry, since Molly is a lot tougher than she
looks or feels, but I knew she'd appreciate the thought. So my utility belt, my
portable computer, and my phase cannon flew far out into the air behind us,
where I was sure they wouldn't hit anything. From there I pried open Molly's
collar, and slipped under the black elastic. I started to sweat immediately.
Molly generates a lot of heat, her uniform is designed to channel it away, but
it wasn't doing me much good at the moment. I squirmed down under her collar and
wormed my way to her breasts. Her uniform was taut against her skin, and
movement was difficult, but I managed to keep moving. I was wondering what we
were going to say to each other about this little escapade, when I bumped into
something. It was her nipple. I swore violently to myself. I heard Molly 'Ahem',
and I pushed myself past her teat, and down over the rondure of her generous
breast. From there I crawled down across her ribs to her belly. It was like
climbing boilerplate. I'd never really appreciated just what good condition
Molly was in and how how hard her body was. On the other hand I think she was
feeling more than a little tense which was probably a factor. I hesitated as I
passed her navel. I had never seen it up close before. Wow. Then things became
more difficult as I had to insert myself under the elastic of her pants. I
worked my way down her right side, pausing one more time. Even in the half-light
I could see that Molly was auburn down here. The heat was incredible, though, as
was the scent of her, so I didn't need her soft rumbling admonition to 'Keep
moving, buster' to send me on my way. From there things went well, until I ran
into a bit of a problem. Molly likes to wear her pants tucked into her boots.
That time I swore loudly enough that I'm sure she heard me, but she said nothing
as I fumbled around in my pockets. Happily, I still had my survival knife. I
poked and prodded at the tough material until I made enough of an opening that I
could rip a hole. Pulling myself through, I tried to ignore the fact that I was
still more than six meters off the ground. I grasped the frayed edges of the
tear, and positioned myself over Molly's instep, and with a prayer to anybody
listening, let go. I fell only two meters, I was stopped by her boot laces. From
there it was a simple matter to climb down to the ground. Molly couldn't see me,
so I took a moment to kiss the earth. After that, I dashed off to collect the
equipment I had tossed off Molly's shoulder, and then ran back to investigate
the trapping mechanism. First off, she was dead right. The ground had sunk a
full meter under the weight of her foot. It was an amazingly clean fit between
the trap and the ground, there was no way we could have seen it, there was also
no way to jam it. I checked around the immediate area of Molly's foot, looking
for any other clues as to what would happen if she took her foot off, but found
nothing. From there I moved my search to the walls, concentrating on the space
below ten meters; Molly would have already spotted anything if it was higher.
Bingo. Two long narrow slits marred the walls too either side of Molly, right
around ten meters off the ground. "Got something," I said. No reply. I looked
up, Molly was staring into the sky. I trotted over to her giant left foot and
tapped her toes hard enough to get her attention. Actually, I took my cannon by
the barrel and slammed it down, like I was driving a stake with a sledge hammer.
She turned and looked down at me, and raised an eyebrow. "Glad you picked the
right foot," she said. "The left foot," I corrected. "I'm glad I've got steel
toed boots on, you hit me like you were driving nails. Whatever happened to
conversation?" "You were supposed to be watching me. When I'm looking for traps
or things, don't take your eyes off me unless you have to. If you loose track of
me we might both be in trouble." "Sorry, I thought I saw something overhead."
"Really?" and it was my turn to gape at the sky. "We'd better hurry." "You mean:
'you had better hurry'. I'm just observing right now." "Observing, oh yah. I
found something," I said, and I pointed up towards the wall. "There are two
openings on either side of you, right at the ten meter mark, a half-meter in
height and...uh, forty in length." "Did you say ten?" "Yah." "Shit. I think I
see another set around thirty meters." I turned and looked up at the opposite
wall, "You're right, but I think you'll be okay." "What's the plan?" "Well, I
want to you to crouch low and roll forward, but first I need to defuse the lower
traps and secure the area ahead of you." "Can I help?." "I don't know how. Don't
worry, I'll manage." /\__/\__/ The first step was easy, but tedious. I used the
phase cannon to strike holes into the wall, creating a makeshift ladder to the
slit ten meters up. It was a pain, since the process took longer the more
distant my target grew. I also took great pains to make sure that each hole was
more than deep enough to accommodate my hands and feet. Obviously I took too
long, because when I turned around Molly was squatting on her heels. "What the
hell are you doing!" I exploded. "Helping," she said, "wanna make something of
it?" "Warn me next time?" "Fair enough," and she reached out for me. I glared at
her for a moment, then turned around, so when her fingers wrapped around me I
was facing the wall. I cradled the cannon in my arms. "Ms. Cherry Picker, ready
for duty, sir," she quipped. "I'm working on an idea, lets try the left side
first." Her hand was rock steady as she lifted me into the air; still, I would
have clutched for support if the cannon hadn't impeded me. At the last moment I
fumbled at my belt and pulled out my flashlight, shining it deep into the narrow
slit. Sharp metal glittered back at me. "It's some kind of a scythe," I
reported. "Can you handle it?" Molly sounded worried. "Bring me in closer, and
we'll see." Closer inspection confirmed my suspicions. The trap was set to sweep
back against the forward motion of the victim. That placed the pivot point on
the left side of the opening. I took up my cannon, braced myself on the top of
Molly's index finger, and began pumping heat into the hinge. I stopped when I
saw the metal begin to drip, then told Molly to move me to the right side. Molly
changed hands and held me near the right wall. It was fortunate that the
passageway had narrowed as much as it had, but it was still a stretch for her. I
melted the tip of the blade, then gouged out some chunks of the low roof, hoping
between the two, to jam the mechanism. After another ten minutes I declared the
job done. Molly set me on the ground, and I scouted the area ahead of her,
looking for any secondary traps. But the area looked clean. "We're ready," I
said. "Speak for yourself." "You have to move sometime." "Yah, yah, I know. Why
don't you move up against the wall. I don't want to roll over you." I bit back a
retort and obediently trotted forward about ninety meters and backed against the
wall, well out of harm's way." Molly crouched down, wrapped her hands around her
ankles and buried her chin between her knees. She leaned forward a little, then
sprang forward in a huge leap, tumbling into a forward somersault that made the
ground shiver beneath me. The sunken trap sprang back up. I heard a whirring
crunch, the two higher blades swept out with a whistling shriek that just missed
Molly's back. The lower blade on the right swept out about two meters and jammed
tight. The one on the left never showed. Molly completed her roll, looming over
me like a wayward mountain. Before I saw it coming she snatched me up in her
hands, and tossed me into the sky. I screamed like a banshee, but she caught me,
lifted her hand to her face, and I rolled over just in time to see her huge
thick red lips coming down on me. Molly smothered my curses with a warm, wet
kiss. My entire upper torso was covered by Molly's enormous soft lips as she
engulfed most of my body in a warm wet kiss. "Molly," I spluttered, "What are
you doing?" "Kissing my hero..." and I was lifted up and engulfed in her huge,
warm, soft lips again. "Molly...." "Well, you deserve it, that damn thing would
have chopped me off at the ankles. Thank you, thank you, thank you..." and I was
engulfed in the warm moist softness of her gigantic lips again. "Hey, maybe
there some good things about having a female partner." I laughed, and I squirmed
against the hot, wet, softness of her huge lips, kissing the plush gigantic lips
back as she lifted me to her giant lips and kissed me again and again engulfing
most of my body in the hot wetness of her enormous lips. "OK, Ok, that's
enough." I said... I wasn't really sure it was though, even as gigantic as she
was and as huge as her giant lips were, it was kinda nice to get a full body
kiss from her warm soft lips. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Kiss. Kiss.
Kiss. There's a point where you throw up your arms and take your medicine. I did
better, I (bravely? stupidly?) inserted my arm into her mouth and latched onto
her lower lip, so when she finally lifted her head, she lifted me along with it.
I gritted my teeth and hung on. "Wut ore you duing?" she slurred. "Making a
point," I said. "Wuch is?" "Don't get carried away." Molly chuckled and tipped
her head back. I squawked as I was upended, my legs flailing uselessly for
purchase. I glanced down and found myself looking deep into Molly's throat. It
was awesome, and I wondered when she had last eaten, all she had to do was to
part those gigantic lips and I'd just disappear in her cavernous mouth. Let's
face it, her tongue was several times as big as I was. One gulp and I'd be gone.
But as she said earlier, I trust her with my life. Over and over again! "I 'aking
a 'oint too." "What?" I said a bit too loudly. "'on't 'et 'outhy." "Huh?" Molly
plucked me off her lip and held me up in front of her eyes. "Don't. Get.
Mouthy." she repeated. "Oh, ha-ha. I was afraid you were going to give me a
tongue lashing." Her eyes glittered. "That's against the rules." "So's this," I
commented, tugging at my damp uniform. "You, madam, are a messy kisser." "Look
at what little I have to work with." she bantered back. My coveralls were soaked
from her huge wet lips when she put me up to her shoulder. But I loved not only
the feeling of her huge hot lips kissing me, but the idea of her caring enough
to kiss me. It felt kinda good that she felt that for once I had saved her. I
jumped the narrow gap to her shoulder and climbing into my seat put my harness
on. "OK, Mol, I'm ready.." and I continued to talk as Molly started forward, "It
isn't like you haven't saved me a lot of times since we've been working
together. That's what partners are for." The light flickered. Molly froze. My
head snapped back, but I didn't see anything. We were back to serious instantly.
"That's twice now," she murmured. "Our friend must be back in action, but he
doesn't seem keen on getting too close." "We'd better hustle," I said. "Now
would be a bad time to hit another trap." "Yah. Put me down. It's bug hunt time.
Maybe between us we can get through this thing unscathed." "I hate this." "Me
too." Molly set me down, and I trotted off ahead of her. We both hated this kind
of thing, it smacked of the kind of weird drills the CTF thought up for us. Ever
parade march with a giantess? They claimed that it was important that we both be
capable of independent ground movement. We called it the 'bug hunt' because from
both perspectives there was a certain amount of alarm at the consequences of a
misstep. Still, there's something to be said for good training: we both knew
where the other was going. I ranged forty meters ahead of Molly, zig-zagging
across an area wide enough for her to pass. She followed me, walking as if
across a balance beam, to stay within my covered area. We were both worried.
Though the traps were gratifyingly rare, they were increasing in viciousness.
The next one was going to be a doozy. We followed the passageway to a left turn.
I darted out into it, staying near the middle of the maze, turned and stopped.
"Mike?" I waved her towards me, and she stepped around the turn, her gargantuan
right foot shaking the ground close behind me. But both of my eyes were looking
forward. I stared into a widening corridor and across the entire corridor was a
three hundred foot tall wall, and in the center of the wall was a wide gate. It
was an old fashion gate of spears sticking from the ground to well over four
hundred feet high at the top of the arc of spear points. Molly had stopped as
soon as she had seen the gate. We looked and I couldn't decide whether it was a
formidable barrier, or simply a decorative gate. The spears at the ends of the
gate were level with the spear points on top of the wall. The wall was rounded
on the top and had spear points, giant spear points, like everything else we had
found in the maze, protruding from the top of the wall. The gate started with
three hundred foot tall spears at the ends and arched up to over four hundred
feet high at the middle of the gate. Between where we stood and the gate was a
wide clear patio like an open courtyard with huge flagstones for a floor and
gigantic benches set at various points around the wall as places for giant
visitors to wait. And there were two fountains, one on either side of the gate,
each with water falls dropping close to a hundred feet from the mouth of a face
on the wall into the stone basins set in the wall. If it weren't for the spear
points topping the wall and gate, and the vicious traps on the passage here, it
would look like an inviting garden area for waiting visitors. Molly stood and
stared, not moving toward the gate. "Right, Molly, don't move, till we're sure."
I said. And we both stared at the patio area. The wall was decorated with
friezes and sculptures in low relief all along the wall. The giant benches were
of such a size that Molly would be very comfortable sitting on them, complete
with back rests that would fit her gigantic size. The way the basins with
falling water and the benches were set it was as if visitors were being invited
to quench their thirst from a long journey. The only problem I could see was
that in order to get here, one had to pass several deadly traps. It was an
incongruous enigma, deadly traps leading to an invitation to quench your thirst
and have a comfortable seat while waiting invitation to... what? We didn't know.
The gate seemed to be one piece, with no way to part and admit anyone. Maybe the
whole gate slid out of the way, or... what, again we didn't know, or hinged out
from either side. "Molly, why don't you stand here and don't even set foot on
any of those nice smooth inviting patio stones. Just let me simply walk through
the gate and see what this is all about. None of the traps we have seen are for
normal people, but for giants or giantesses. I wouldn't have set off any of the
traps. I'm not heavy enough to spring the traps and I could have walked under
the big steel bars without even knowing they were there, and even the lower
blades would have gone thirty feet over my head, even if I had set them off."
Molly looked about for several more seconds, then said, "Well, what you say
makes sense. I don't see anything threatening, but then all kinds of traps or
triggers could be set in those ornate walls, or in the patio stones or where
ever, and no one could ever see them. I'll wait here, in fact, I'll be a little
further back. Back to where I can just see the waiting room, or courtyard, or
what ever it is. Just be sure not to get in trouble, and come back for me."
"Molly, you know I'd never leave you." I trotted down the widening pathway and
out onto the patio, or courtyard. The stones looked solid and felt solid to me.
Which of course didn't mean that Molly's tremendous two thousand tons wouldn't
push them down and set off a trigger, that I wouldn't affect. I looked all
around and walked over to the base of the towering walls and walked around the
perimeter watching for any indication of traps or any signs of 'something not
right' There was nothing. I looked up at the tremendously tall figures in the
low relief, they looked like any other normal relief figures, women pouring
water, people working in fields, nothing unusual, if you don't consider that the
figures were a hundred fifty feet tall. Of course there was no way of knowing
whether these were oversized figures for the huge sculptur ed mural, or life
sized figures. At the "fountains and basins, I stopped and looked, but there was
no way for me to climb up to them. It was a sheer wall fifty feet high to the
seats of the stone benches and the basin's were another fifty feet above them.
Molly was going to have to examine them. I turned and walked toward the gate,
everything seemed normal. I didn't find any signs of any traps or anything but a
perfectly normal courtyard for visitors to wait for admittance to.... I still
didn't know what. When I got to the towering gate, is seemed to me to be silly.
A person could merely walk between yard thick iron bars set fifteen feet apart.
Of course Molly couldn't get through them, and from the height and spear points
on them, nor over them either. When I walked past the gate I was in another
patio, or courtyard much like the outer one. For the first half the same three
hundred foot walls with the huge spear points surrounding the courtyard, the
back half was fitted into a canyon, or carved room in the side of the mountain.
Cliffs towered hundreds of feet above me. They were so high it was impossible
for me to even gage their height. I'd guess a thousand feet or more straight up.
There was a sort of garden in the courtyard, rounded walls fifty feet high were
placed in several places around the courtyard. I walked around the walls and
wandered around, checking for any suspicious looseness or any signs of traps in
the courtyard. I found nothing till I got almost a quarter of a mile from the
gate, back very close to the cliff. There was a roofed area, the roof a couple
hundred feet above the floor with a section with walls that were smooth and only
about a hundred feet tall. Standing back I could see what appeared to be a
counter, or shelf at the top of the hundred foot smooth sheer walls around the
back portion of the roofed area. I wanted up on the "counter." It was a sheer
wall, slick with no hand holds or any way I could see to get up to it, for a guy
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