THE ISLAND (First part of the first chapter)
The gigantic young woman lay sleeping upon the ground. Torches
flickered in the darkness illuminating different portions of her
titanic body.
As she slept, she lay nude save for an enormous loin cloth and a huge
halter bra, both of which had been made for her by the woman of the
Island, and which had required almost a year's supply of native
cloth. Even in the tourchlight it was obvious that she had been
richly tanned by the island sun.
As she slept on her side, the full length of her colossal form lay
across a 105' expanse of soft cool pillows made of thousands of
pounds of feathers and stuffings.
Twenty trees, recently uprooted and replanted, made a canopy for her
makeshift bed.
Surrounding her in her slumber were five guards, none of whom was
larger than her thumb. Two other tiny men, dressed in the robes of
state, approached the Giantess and stood at the foot of her bed.
They spoke softly, fearful of waking her.
"Is it true what I have heard?" asked the younger of the
two.
"Yes," the bearded man answered, "the King has closed
his mind to any further discussion of the issue."
The younger shook his head, "I would not have believed it of the
Giantess. Oh yes, when we first found her washed ashore and when she
awoke and stood to her full height, then, I did think, `we shall
surely die.' But now, we know her to be gentle.
The bearded man interrupted, "The King has important plans for
our defense.
She is the greatest source of potential power we could ever hope to
possess. Before those of the Other Island invade, we must cultivate
her and train her.
She will be our greatest weapon. And, she will arouse the brutality
that lies dormant in our people, a brutality that we will need for
our defense, our very survival."
The beautiful Giantess sighed in her sleep.
It was like the sound of a great wind sweeping the tops of the forest
trees. Then she stirred.
The sight of movement from so large a being frightened the two men.
They backed away.
Then, she was still.
"So, it is true," the younger man continued, "she is
to become an executioner for the King? She will kill the spy from the
Other Island that we captured?"
"Yes," answered the bearded man.
"How is it to be done?"
"In the morning the spy will be taken to the town square where
he will be strapped down on his back. The Giantess will arrive and
the crowd will gather. She has little to do really, simply to raise
her huge foot over the spy and then step upon him with her full
weight."
The younger man looked at the Giantess in disbelief, "Oh my
God." he said under his breath.
Slowly, he approached the wrinkled soles of her gigantic feet as she
lay sleeping. He stood looking at them.
He was in awe.
The bottoms of her feet were twice as long, and wider, than any man.
"Can you imagine a living man being crushed beneath these
enormous feet?" he asked.
"Oh no. It is too terrible. I can not even imagine the horror I
would feel at the sight of such a foot coming down on me. This is
just too awful an idea."
"Watch yourself, young Syla," scolded the bearded man,
"you contradict our King. He is careful these days as to who
might be against him.
Such talk might very well earn you a place under her feet. Caution,
lest others hear you say such things."
The young man looked at the immense feet with terror, "Truly,
the King is so determined that he will eliminate any who even
hesitate to agree with him?"
The bearded man nodded, "Truly I have been told that all who
fail the King in even the slightest are to be crushed under the feet
of the Giantess."
The young man was trembling, "But I do not understand.
She is so gentle. She has always walked among us with the utmost of
care. She has helped us lift heavy loads, and has helped move and
harvest trees. She has been a great benefit to us always. I cannot
believe that she could ever hurt any of us. What has happened to
change all of this?"
"The King has decided, you young fool, that is what has
happened."
"But, with respect, even our King cannot compel so giant a woman
to do his bidding. Even our spears and arrows cannot pierce her skin.
And, surely, she cannot wish to do this thing."
The bearded man was impatient, "She must eat, is this not
correct. And, we give her her food. Without us she would
starve."
"But, surely, she could take what food she wanted whether or not
we gave it to her."
"The King has made it clear that some food supplies have been
poisoned and she will not be able to tell which are safe without us.
She could attack and destroy us out of anger for this deed, it is
true, but she doesn't have it in her to do so. The King had a
difficult enough time convincing her to crush the spy. In time,
however, she will be made into a weapon for us. Each time she crushes
a man to death under her immeasurable weight, it will be easier for
her to crush the next one."
The young man looked deeply fearful, "Let us hope that we do not
unleash some awful force that we can not contain."
Before departing, both men took one final look at the young and
beautiful Giantess. They couldn't help but think of the coming of
morning and of the poor spy who, at that time, would be crushed alive
beneath the enormous feet now before them.
The bearded man, however, also thought of the many others whom he
knew would come to experience the full weight of this giant woman,
including his young companion, whose loyalty was questionable.
Yes, he thought quietly to himself, young Syla doesn't know it yet,
but he is among those whom the King has chosen to be "crushed
beyond recognition" beneath the monstrous feet of this gigantic
woman.
***** News spread that there was to be an execution the following
morning, so the people had already gathered in the town square in
time to watch the prisoner arrive.
A cheer went up from the crowd when they were told that it was a spy
from the Other Island who was to die.
The spy was brought to the square in chains.
He was a young man who looked very frightened.
He had come to this Island because his leaders had heard an amazing
story from some of the citizens who lived near the water that
separated them from the enemy island.
They claimed to have caught glimpses of what appeared to be a giant
woman living and moving about on the Island across the channel.
These sightings had been made during the few openings in the
ever-present fog that lay between the two islands. Of course, no one
with intelligence could believe such a ridiculous story, but he was
sent anyway on the thought that the sightings may indicate that some
form of trickery was afoot on the enemy island.
The improved defenses of the Island, unfortunately for him, lead
directly to his capture. And now, to his horror, he was about to die,
although he was unaware of the method of execution.
He struggled as they lay him down on the cobblestones, chaining his
wrist and ankle shackles to metal rings imbedded in the masonry of
the square. So, this is it, he thought.
I am to be staked out in the square like an animal, to be parched by
the sun and tormented by the populace, perhaps even spat upon or
kicked by passersby while the sun does it work on me.
People gathered about him as he was being chained down.
Others watched from the windows of the many tall houses that
surrounded the square and which lined the many roads leading to the
square.
Then trumpets blew to announce the appearance of the King and his
entourage.
They arrived to the cheers of the people and took their places on a
wooden structure that had been erected near the place where the spy
was chained.
The King, a great bearded man in red royal robes, sat on a throne
that had been placed upon the structure.
The young spy raised himself up as much as he was able so he could
better look over and see the King. Why had the King come? Was
something going to happen now? His rising fear was worsened by the
sudden beating of drums. They beat with a steady pounding and then
halted.
The crowd grew silent.
The spy looked at the crowd. Why had they suddenly grown so still?
They seemed to be straining for a look down the road in front of him.
Even the people in the houses along the road were looking away from
him towards something else. What, he wondered?
People in houses far down the road at the corner started to cheer,
obviously for something that those in the square could not yet see.
What, or whom?
Then he felt something strange through his back and legs. There
seemed to be a heartbeat coming from within the ground, he could feel
it. It was a deep... boom.... boom..... boom.... boom.... that seemed
to be getting stronger.
Motes of dust about him drifted up lazily in response to the growing
thumping of the earth.
What was this? The cheering down at the far corner of the road grew
to a frenzy.
The thumping of the earth became stronger.
Then he saw something so shocking that he immediately thought that he
must be losing his mind. He could see the head and shoulders of an
enormous woman moving along above the rooftops of the buildings.
He blinked and blinked his eyes again, but the giant shoulders and
head continued to exist, moving above the rooftops and heading
towards the corner of the road, the road that lead to him.
Then, her entire body appeared from behind the buildings as she
turned the corner.
The spy bolted up as far as his chains would allow as his eyes went
wide with the disbelief of what he was seeing.
A gigantic woman!
A beautiful young female giant, the stories were true!
No...no, it couldn't be, he must be dreaming. No woman could ever be
so huge! His heart pounded like a great hammer.
An enormous woman, taller than all the buildings!! The people in the
crowds were barely taller than her ankles!!
The Giantess stopped, and the crowds in the square surrounding the
spy cheered at the sight of her.
He watched in stunned shock as the awesome Giantess motioned to the
tiny townspeople to back away from her.
Once they had made a large enough path for her to safely continue,
she proceeded slowly, being very careful where she placed her giant
feet.
Once again he felt a deep pounding from within the earth.
t was then that he realized that the pounding was caused by the
footsteps of this Giantess!
Still in shock at the sight of her approaching, he began looking at
her long, long tanned legs as they walked toward him.
Her endless legs seemed to become larger and taller with each step
she took in his direction.
"Oh my God," he gasped, as he watched her pass the tallest
building.
The roofline was the same height as the cloth between her enormous
legs. Above her legs was her flat tanned stomach which lead higher
still to the cloth that was wrapped about her full mountain sized
breasts.
Higher yet, were the tanned features of her beautiful face emphasized
by her flashing blue eyes and long sun-bleached hair.
She continued toward the square seeming, from the spy's view, to grow
ever larger and taller.
Then, she stopped at the entrance to the square and, for the first
time, looked directly down at him.
The small spy looked up at the towering giantess, whose apprizing
gaze came from so far above him. "Oh God," he whispered, as
he realized that she must be at least 100' tall.
The spy noticed that the expression on the Giantess' face was one of
great displeasure at what she saw, perhaps even anger. He also saw
that the King had risen to his feet.
Was this giant in command here, he wondered? For a moment he
controlled his shock and fear and thought to himself that she was
displeased to see him chained down in this fashion.
Perhaps she would free him.
He decided to try and talk to her and shouted, "Help me. They
are planning to kill me. Take me away giant! Take me from them!"
The gigantic woman looked coolly at him. She then turned toward the
King and, motioning in the direction of the spy, asked in a voice so
powerful as to be almost deafening, "IS THAT THE LITTLE MAN YOU
WANT ME TO CRUSH?"
"Yes!" the King answered. He pointed to the spy and said,
as though he were giving a command, "Step on him!"
There was a gasp from the crowd. Although some cheered, most backed
away, and a few even fainted at the King's words.
The spy felt a surge of overwhelming terror. He looked at the giant
woman's enormous feet.
Oh no! Surely he hadn't heard correctly!
The King raised his hands in an effort to calm the crowd.
"People, people," he called out to them, "this man is
a spy from the Other Island. You know that they are planning to
invade us. Perhaps we can send them a message about our new found
giant friend, a message that will dissuade them. Surely, where there
is one spy there are others, perhaps in this very crowd. The power of
the Giantess in only a deterrent if those of the Other Island know
that she is willing to destroy them. That is why she has agreed to do
this execution, so that the message will get back to the Others that
we have a powerful ally in her."
The King's counselor who had accompanied young Syla the evening
before noted that the King said nothing about the poisoning of food.
The King continued. "And so my friends, the Giantess has agreed
to show her superior power over the Others by crushing this spy under
her foot.
Now, let the execution commence!"
The spy raised himself up as far as he could to look at the gigantic
feet poised at the entrance to the cobblestone square. She would need
only three or four steps to reach him. His whole body shook with
fear.
He looked up the entire 105' length of her towering form, all the way
to her beautiful tanned face, and saw that she was looking right back
at him with her enormous cool blue eyes.
He could tell that she was studying exactly where he was in relation
to her.
He looked back at her imploringly.
Her expression remained unchanged.
Then, she stepped forward.
In terror he looked back at her feet.
He watched her step onto the cobblestone square.
As the enormous tanned foot lifted up in stride, he caught a brief
glimpse of the lighter colored underside.
He saw through his terror, that there was enough room under her foot
for at least four men his size!
As she stepped into the square, her huge heel made contact first,
then the enormous sole and lastly her gigantic toes.
Then tendons flexed throughout her giant foot as she placed her
weight down.
The hard cobblestones of the square sank beneath her weight and some
popped and crunched.
Even those used to seeing the Giantess were shocked by her
incalculable weight.
She never ventured into the town because there had been too great a
chance of an accident and had always kept to the hard sun-baked
roads.
Still, her huge footprints were to be found throughout the Island.
But even the King was amazed by a weight that could crush
cobblestone!
"Oh my God!" screamed the spy. "No! Please! Stop!"
But the giantess came ever closer, her awesome weight compressing and
crushing the cobblestone of the square with each step.
The spy closed his eyes in terror.
The giantess reached him and carefully placed one enormous foot on
either side of his small body.
Then, she shifted her weight so that it was evenly distributed over
both feet and looked toward the King for a signal.
The King spoke, "The fainthearted should now look away."
Too terrified not to see what was about to happen, the spy opened his
eyes.
He was completely overwhelmed by the enormity of the tower of
womanhood that he now saw positioned directly over him.
Starting with the huge feet on either side of his tiny spreadeagled
body, he saw how her gigantic legs seemed to reach straight up over
him, almost endlessly, until, far above, they joined her massive
crotch, hips, and huge curving rear.
Above that great bulwark, rose her gigantic, flat, tanned torso.
Then came the amazing bulge of her huge chest.
She was standing so directly over him, that he could not see beyond
the swelling of those enormous breasts.
Then the giantess placed her huge hands upon her colossal hips and
leaned forward bending at the waste.
Her great and beautiful face appeared to the spy from far above her
gigantic breasts.
Her long sun-bleached hair hung down toward him, framing her giant
face.
She spoke straight down at the spy, "I'M SORRY, she said, BUT I
HAVE TO STEP ON YOU NOW."
The spy pleaded, "Please no! I promise to go away and never come
back! Let me live, I beg you! Please Goddess!"
The giantess turned to the King, "YOUR HIGHNESS?" she
inquired.
The King pointed to the spy. "Step on him!" he commanded.
The giantess looked back at the spy. He cried out to her, "You
don't have to listen to him! You're bigger than everyone. Save me!
Take me home! You will be rewarded."
The King immediately spoke to the giantess, "They would poison
you for certain! They would always wonder where your allegiance lay.
You've spent too much time here with us. We are your people now. That
is why you must crush him, he is our sworn enemy."
The giantess looked back down at the tiny spy.
She was thinking about what the King had said.
The spy screamed, "No! Don't listen to him!"
The giantess bit her lip in thought and appeared to reach a
conclusion.
"I'M SORRY," she said," I'LL TRY TO SQUASH YOU AS
QUICKLY AS I CAN."
Then the spy watched the Goddess above him shift her weight as she
leaned slightly to one side. Then she bent her huge knee, and slowly
raised up her gigantic foot.
He trembled in terror as the underside of her colossal foot, so much
larger than he, positioned itself directly over him, blocking out his
view of everything else.
The underside of her enormous foot then grew ever larger as it slowly
descended upon him.
"Oh God no! Please mercy, don't crush me!" he screamed.
As he pleaded for his life he pulled violently at his chains in a
vain attempt to free himself.
The giantess' foot continued its merciless decent.
As her huge foot came very close, he could no longer see her heel or
toes, only the massive wrinkled sole that was about to cover his
entire body.
To his horror, at the very last, most of the light was blocked out.
Then, just as he was sure that he was about to die, she stopped.
Frozen with terror, the spy whimpered and trembled in the
semi-darkness under the huge sole of the giant woman's foot.
Then, the crowd began to chant, "Crush him! Crush him! Crush
him!"
From far above, the spy heard the mighty voice of the giantess,
"PLEASE, YOUR HIGHNESS. I CAN'T GO THROUGH WITH THIS. I CAN'T
DELIBERATELY CRUSH SOMEONE, EVEN IF HE IS A SPY."
"But you must," shouted the King, "you have given your
word."
The spy found his voice and screamed in terror for his life.
As he looked to his left and right along the underside of the
gigantic foot, he could see men and women in the crowd on their hands
and knees bending down to look under the giantess' foot so they might
see exactly what happened to him when she stepped down.
They continued to chant, "Crush him! Crush him! Crush him!"
One woman could even be heard shouting above the crowd, "If you
were under my foot you'd be grease already!"
Then, some boys broke through the crowd and approached the giantess
from behind.
One even dared get up close and try to look under her slightly raised
heel so he, too, could have a view of the spy being crushed.
"I CAN'T DO THIS," the giantess said, and, removing her
enormous foot from above the spy, stepped back.
The boy stood up in time for the gigantic heel to strike him in the
chest like a wrecking ball.
He was knocked backwards and fell onto the cobblestone.
He lay there stunned, unable to move.
He was now looking straight up from behind the giantess at her
endless length and towering height and only vaguely realized that she
was stepping back onto him.
Before the boy could do anything, the enormous heel of the giant
woman had covered every part of his body but his face.
His last view was looking at the huge heel that was now on him, and
then straight up the back of her tanned skyscraper leg, where he
could see her sensuous muscles flexing to accept her shift of weight
to the foot that he was now under.
Suddenly he realized what was happening and, in terror, he started to
cry out to her.
But, as the enormous heel pressed down with the weight of the
giantess, the boy's scream for her to stop instantly became a
horrible retching gurgle and a plume of blood gushed up out of his
mouth.
As her gigantic heel continued to crush down, his internal organs
exited his body so quickly that they first came up his mouth but,
almost immediately, burst out the side of his neck.
The great heel flattened everything further, compressing the
cobblestone on which the boy had been lying.
The crowd screamed, and people fainted.
The giantess wondered why they had reacted so and, seeing them
pointing and screaming, leaned around to look behind herself.
To her horror, she saw that she had accidentally stepped on a boy.
There, sticking out from under her heel was his beet-red colored
face.
She could see his body organs protruding from his gaping mouth and
the burst side of his neck.
She also saw that the boy's eyes had literally been popped from their
sockets by her weight.
"OH GOD, NO!" she cried out, "I DIDN'T SEE HIM THERE.
I'M SO SORRY!"
She raised her enormous heel off of the boy.
A few in the crowd rushed forward and put a blanket over what was
left of him.
To their horror, nothing of the body remained, other then the face,
that is, nothing that could be recognized.
There was only burst clothing and human grease.
Even his bones had be crushed into the spaces between the
cobblestones.
One man, spreading a blanket over the remains, began to wretch.
The giantess started to sob, "I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS THERE, I
SWEAR!"
"Of course you didn't," said the King, "but this never
would have happened if it hadn't been for him!" he said pointing
to the spy.
"We had a happy land until he arrived. Look, he laughs!"
The spy was not laughing, but smiling at his good fortune.
Surely, she could not kill him now.
She might even rescue him.
At hearing the King's words, however, the spy stopped smiling.
But the giantess had seen him.
She glared at him. Through her clenched teeth she said, "YOU
THINK THIS HORRIBLE ACCIDENT IS FUNNY?! DID YOU SEE THE TERRIBLE
THING THAT HAPPENED? HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT THAT POOR BOY'S DEATH! IF
YOU THINK IT'S SO FUNNY, LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!"
With that, the giantess again moved into towering position over the
spy.
With hatred in her giant blue eyes, she once again slowly raised her
gigantic foot over the little man.
The spy cried out, "I wasn't laughing, I swear. How can you do
this to me, you saw what happened to the boy!"
"THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT," the giant woman said, "THIS
CRUSHING WILL BE ON PURPOSE!"
As he watched the enormous foot coming down, he could clearly see the
blood stain on her huge heel and some of the unfortunate boy's
crushed flesh hanging from it.
The spy begged her, "Please, mercy Goddess! No! Stop!
Please!"
As her gigantic foot came near, the massive wrinkled sole and long
arch filling his view, he heard her say, "I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOU
TO DEATH, LITTLE MAN! I'M GOING TO DO IT SLOWLY!"
Then, he once again found himself in the semi-darkness under her huge
foot, and once again the crowd had taken up their chant to
"Crush him! Crush him! Crush him!"
Then he heard the powerful voice of the giantess from far above as
she spoke to him, "NOW, LITTLE MAN, I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT A
GREAT BIG HEAVY GIRL I AM!"
As she spoke, the spy felt the bottom of her immense foot as it began
to touch him ever so slowly.
It was warm, padded and terrifyingly massive, covering all of him and
everything around him.
To his horror, the massive paddedness then began slowly pressing down
over every part of his being.
He turned his head sideways, but continued to feel the enormous
pressure on one side of his body and the hard cobblestones on the
other.
He groaned, "Oh please, mercy."
As the awful pressure grew, he put the palms of his hands against the
massive sole of her huge foot and pushed upwards with all of his
strength.
It made no difference whatsoever.
People in the crowd peered under he gigantic foot to see him
suffering beneath her weight.
Just when he knew that he would die, the pressure held firm, and he
could hear her say, "THERE, I CAN FEEL HIM UNDER ME NOW. WHEN
YOU GIVE THE SIGNAL YOUR HIGHNESS, I WILL STEP DOWN WITH ALL MY
WEIGHT."
The spy was overcome with terror. He thought that she had been
crushing him, but all this weight, under which he could hardly move
or barely breathe, was just enough pressure for her to feel him!
He tried to struggle, but could not move a muscle beneath the
imposing weighty paddedness of the underside of her titanic foot.
It was pressing so heavily on him, that he began to whimper.
As he lay there, trapped in the semi-darkness beneath this giant
woman's huge foot, he saw a smiling woman looking under the side of
the giantess' foot at him. He sobbed, "Help me."
She just laughed at him. "I can't wait to see this, she's going
to turn you into mush." the woman said.
He then heard the King's voice, "Giantess! Crush the spy to
death!"
Then he heard her overpowering response come down from above,
"YES YOUR HIGHNESS, I WILL NOW SLOWLY CRUSH THE SPY!"
The spreadeagled spy tensed his body as tightly as he could. For a
second, nothing happened.
Then, he began to feel a titanic pressure over his whole being.
"Oh God," he groaned.
In his terror, he tried to struggle wildly, but was unable to move
even the slightest bit in the dim light beneath the ton of padded
crush that was now pressing down on him.
Ever so slowly, the enormous underside of her foot, which was mashing
his body and the side of his face into the hard cobblestones, grew
heavier and heavier and began to seal out the light.
As the last of his air was pressed from him, he groaned,
"please, pl, pl, p..," but her enormous foot heartlessly
continued to become heavier and heavier.
He could hear her cruel voice, "WHAT'S WRONG, LITTLE SPY, IS THE
GREAT BIG GIRL TOO HEAVY FOR YOU?"
He saw stars and his ears began to ring.
He could feel an unbelievable pressure building up from within his
own body.
He thought that nothing could be so heavy and yet be getting still
heavier.
But her foot continued to weigh more and more.
He felt pain beyond what any a man could endure.
Then he suddenly felt his stomach coming up his throat.
His mouth opened involuntary as most of his stomach burst up and out.
At the same time he felt his intestines rushing out from between his
legs.
The last thing that he ever heard was her giant voice from above
saying, "CRUSH!"
Then there was a sudden rush of much more weight and he saw a great
flash of lightning in his head.
The people gasped as the massive foot of the giantess appeared to
step down as though there were nothing at all under it. The tendons
in her great foot flexed and her toes fanned out to accept her
fantastic weight.
The cobblestones to which the spy had been strapped, sunk under her
and a few rays of blood exploded out from beneath her foot as she
ground it back and forth on the spy.
Then, she stood still.
"THERE, IT IS DONE," she said, "I'VE CRUSHED YOUR
LITTLE SPY TO DEATH BENEATH MY FOOT. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. NOW, I WISH
TO RETIRE TO MY CAVE AND BE LEFT ALONE."
She raised her gigantic foot off of her victim, and slowly,
carefully, walked away departing the town, leaving the earth to shake
in her path and footprints of blood for others to see in their
nightmares.
The King and his entourage gathered at the place where the spy had
been.
The cobblestones there were deeply compressed.
As with the boy, there was nothing left but shreds of burst clothing
and human grease.
A mashed clump of bloody hair marked where the spy's head had been.
The spy's smashed remains were spread over a much larger area than
the boy's had been, probably, thought the King, because after she had
stepped down, she had cruelly ground the spy under her gigantic foot.
"Look," said one man in awe, "the chains that held his
wrists and ankles have been crushed into the stone!."
"My God," thought the King, "what a weapon she will be
for us."
***** Only the King, his senior ministers, and workers carrying food
were allowed to venture to the cave of the Giantess.
Syla was not among this select group.
But he had heard rumors.
Special powders, he had been told, were being put in the Giantess'
food.
She had soon begun to crave these powders and was becoming more
malleable in the Kings hands.
These powders were also said to be changing her behavior.
She was coming to care less and less about the people she was asked
to destroy.
Indeed, Syla could remember the last three executions he had been
forced to attend.
Each was worse than the one before.
For a time, each criminal or anti-loyalist who had been sentenced to
die, had met the same fate as the spy.
The Giantess raised her foot and then brought it down, making human
grease out of what had been a human being.
But six days ago, there was a noticeable difference.
Before crushing her victim, a thief who had stolen some bread, the
Giantess terrorized him unmercifully.
She had stood to her full height directly over the helpless man who,
like her first victim the spy, had been chained down in the square.
She raised her huge foot over the tiny man and just held it there
while he screamed for mercy.
She seemed to relish his terror and dragged out the execution for
some length of time.
Syla remembered, with a shiver, the terrifying things she had said to
her tiny victim while she was holding her enormous foot over him.
She had said cruelly,"LOOK TINY MAN AT WHAT'S GOING TO CRUSH
YOU! ONLY NINE OTHER MEN HAVE SEEN SUCH A SIGHT AS THE BOTTOM OF MY
HUGE FOOT RAISED OVER THEM, AND ALL OF THEM ARE NOW GREASE SPOTS! YOU
ARE ABOUT TO JOIN THEM! PREPARE TO BE CRUSHED LIKE THE BUG THAT YOU
ARE!
As the poor man begged, she said, "SILENCE YOU WORM! YOU SHOULD
FEEL HONORED TO BE CRUSHED UNDER THE FOOT OF SO GREAT A GODDESS AS
MYSELF."
Once she had lowered her enormous foot onto him, she teased him by
applying some small amount of weight and then letting up, and
repeating this many times.
Each time she pressed down, she would bait him with her words,
"CRUSH, CRUSH, LITTLE MAN," or "NOW I'M GOING TO PUT
DOWN ALL MY WEIGHT," or "THIS IS IT LITTLE WORM, SQUISH,
SQUISH," and finally she said, "LICK THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT,
YOU WORM. LICK HARD ENOUGH THAT I CAN FEEL YOU OR I'LL STEP DOWN
RIGHT NOW!"
Once he was licking hard enough, she said, "GOOD! NOW I PROMISE
YOU, WHEN YOU STOP LICKING I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOU TO DEATH! UNTIL
THEN, YOU CAN LIVE."
In the twilight beneath the expansive underside of her gigantic foot,
the terrified man licked and licked at a small part of the enormous
wrinkled sole which rested just inches above his face like the closed
lid of a coffin.
He licked very hard so that she could feel it. Her giant foot tasted
salty.
A shudder of terror went through him as he wondered if he might be
licking a stain of human remains from one of the nine others who had
had the life crushed from their bodies beneath this titanic foot.
She laughed, "HEY, THAT TICKLES!"
He stopped. "IF YOU STOP AGAIN," she said teasingly,
"I'M GOING TO STAND ON YOU!" Then she laughed and laughed.
The terrified man began to lick, and he kept licking until his tongue
was raw.
Then he stopped for just a second and her huge foot began to crush
down. He screamed for mercy and started licking again as hard and
rapidly as he could.
Soon his tongue was bleeding.
Once again he hesitated, and once again she immediately began to
crush him.
Quickly, he licked some more until he was is so much pain that he
couldn't continue.
He cried out for mercy, his horrible bloody and swollen tongue making
his words difficult to decipher.
Syla remembered with horror how, as the poor man slowly disappeared
from sight beneath the press of her enormous foot, he had seen him
desperately trying to start licking once again. But, the sickening
crackle and crunch that followed, was to be the last evidence of the
thief's existence on earth.
When she had finished grinding him beneath her awesome weight and had
raised her gigantic foot, what was left of her victim was, as usual,
too horrible to look at.
A few days later, came her next victim. Again, Syla saw evidence that
the Giantess had grown more sadistic and uncaring.
He feared that she might even be starting to enjoy her role as the
King's executioner.
All of this helped to confirm his suspicions that she was being
drugged.
The luckless man was a former minister of the King's who had spoken
out against the brutality.
When the Giantess approached the crowd gathered as always.
It was even larger than before, confirming the King's prediction that
his people would develop a taste for these shows, once they had
gotten over their initial revulsion.
The old and heavy set man who was about to die had attempted to
remain dignified.
He kept his composure at first.
But the Giantess, showing her new found enjoyment at preforming these
executions, had decided to give the crowd a show.
She had recently had her toenails painted a bright red by the Queen's
servants.
Also, she approached her victim differently, walking this time around
to her victim's side, rather then approaching him straight on.
Once in position, she looked down at him and said, "WHAT A
LITTLE FAT ONE HE IS! I THINK I SHALL SQUASH THIS ONE BENEATH MY
PRETTY TOES."
With that, she raised her huge foot up and, keeping her heel high,
extended her toes down toward the helpless man.
Then, she said coldly and brutally, "WHEN I STEP DOWN, I BET
THAT YOUR INSIDES WILL OOZE UP BETWEEN MY GREAT BIG PRETTY TOES. WHAT
DO YOU THINK TINY MAN?"
The small man lay there, chained to the cobblestone stained red by
the crushed remains of others, looking just above him at the huge
ball of her foot and a row of five gigantic toes that spanned a
greater width than he was long.
Just beyond those enormous toes, his eyes took in the great tower of
womanhood that now stood over him, with her cruel and beautiful face
staring down at him from so far above.
She looked back and smiled dominatingly, "CRUSH, CRUSH, LITTLE
FATTY," she said, "YOU'RE HISTORY. OR DO YOU THINK A
BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN LIKE ME WILL SPARE AN OLD FAT THING LIKE
YOU?"
Then her toes began to lower onto the small man. "FEEL MY YOUNG
WEIGHT!" she said.
At that point, he broke down and started to scream for mercy.
She just laughed and said, "NO MERCY FOR AN OLD FATTY, NO MERCY
AT ALL!"
Then she stepped down.
Syla felt ill all over again as he recalled how blood, organs,
intestines and fatty viscera had squirted out and oozed up from
between her enormous youthful tanned and red-nailed toes as they had
flexed in response to the application of her awesome weight.
He further recalled how she had then ground her victim underfoot
while standing on him tip-toe.
But, the execution yesterday had been the worst one yet. The
Giantess' eyes looked more cold and cruel than ever.
The crowd was becoming more and more brutal, demanding a better
"show" each time.
This time, six man were to die.
They were chained down in a row, shoulder to shoulder.
The Giantess towered over them seeming to enjoy their combined
screaming and pleading.
Then, she announced to the crowd, "WATCH THIS, SIX MEN WITH ONE
STEP!"
Then, standing to the side of the row of men, she raised her enormous
foot over all six of them at once.
They cried out for mercy and struggled violently against their
chains.
The Giantess placed her huge heel on the first two men, keeping the
sole and toes of her immense foot raised over the others.
Syla saw to his horror and amazement that, not only was she going to
crush them all at once, she was going to do it in such a way that
their heads would by left sticking out from under the side of her
foot as she stepped down.
Looking straight down over her shoulder, past her long arm and giant
hand which rested calmly at her side, the Giantess peered down at her
terrified victims.
Then, she calmly pressed down on the first man.
Almost immediately, the screams of the first man became gurgles that
erupted into a gush of blood and organs that burst from his mouth.
As she leaned forward, and the front of her heel and the edge of her
huge sole started to press the second man, he also spewed a plume of
blood.
As the first two were being crushed to death, the third, fourth, and
fifth men began to groan under the enormous pressure of her giant
sole as it began to press down.
As she slowly shifted her tremendous weight from her heel to her
toes, Syla watched the men in sequence, one by one, violently puked
up their blood and insides like some grotesque row of fountains.
As her giant heel lifted up to reveal the human grease and still
attached head of the first man, the sixth man was spewing his insides
beneath the weight of her gigantic toes.
Syla had vomited at the sight of such horror.
Then the Giantess had turned around and, again with one step, slowly
crushed the row of six heads that had remained. One by one, as she
shifted her weight from heel to toe, the heads could be heard softly
popping beneath her.
Finally, she was standing on all six faces at once, grinding what was
left of them beneath her enormous foot.
*****
THE END..
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