Sunlight slanted through the doorway, streaming in from the
jungle outside after having somehow found a break in the green canopy of the
forest above. It cut a path through the cool dark room of a young giantesses’
home and played along the legs of the desk, bringing the otherwise unilluminated scene into a bright focus of colors. Outside birds were singing, insects buzzing, and if one listened closely, a nearby brook could be heard faintly trickling over the smooth rocks of the river bed. 

Milly lay on her bed, not quite asleep but in the restful repose of someone not far from dreamland. Her nose was full of the smell of flowers in full bloom. She had been unable to resist cutting a few Blue Bell flowers (a species native to Felarya) that she had found growing nearby to bring home and place them in a jar of water on her table.

Her eyes wandered the room lazily, lingering on the sunbeams
that floated through her home, moving over to the cage that hung above her desk
where a lone human sat watching her, then down to her own toes which she had
moved so they were just in the sunlight, somehow making her feel warm and
toasty all over.

A contented sigh escaped her as she wiggled her toes comfortably.
She had been up early to go for a walk this morning and had come across two
humans and then a niko not long after that. They had made a delightful lunch.
Of course, they had filled her up a bit more than she was used to at lunch time.
She had eaten all that on top of the two humans and one piece of fruit she’d
had for breakfast.

 Milly’s eyes wandered back to the cage with the lone human in it. There had been three humans this morning and five last night.  But two had been dinner and two had been breakfast so now there was only one. Had she known she would have found a niko and two more humans this morning she would have skipped breakfast and saved those humans for later. But it was too late for that. She would have to go hunting for humans tomorrow but that was something to worry about tomorrow. She was quite full now,  and she had resolved to take a nap this afternoon.

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Milly rolled over onto her side with her back towards the
wall and welcomed sleep. It was just as she was finally closing her eyes that
she heard rapid footsteps coming through the tranquil forest surrounding her
home.

A moment later another giantess named Elli hurtled through
the door at a speed generally reserved for a bayonet charge. This startled
Milly out of what she felt was going to be a delightful afternoon nap as well
as scaring the tiny human who had been sitting quietly in the cage above the
desk. The poor human had spent the past day and a half watching his friends, (fellow
human settlers who had come to Felarya), disappear down the throat of the giant
woman who had captured them. Despite the fact that the giantess was remarkably
polite and exceedingly beautiful, the whole experience was about as much as his
psyche could bare. The sudden and unexpected addition of another, equally
beautiful giantess to the mix was therefore extremely troubling for him. This
feeling was in no way moderated when he observed that the new redheaded
giantess was carrying a small cage not unlike the one in which he himself was
trapped. It contained about a half dozen humans.

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“Milly!” said Elli with what Milly considered unnecessary
volume. “Milly wake up. It’s only just after midday. Holy shit you will never
guess what happened!” The red headed giantess grabbed one of Milly’s sunbathed
feet and shook it, forcefully lugging Milly’s conscious back to the land of the
living.

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“What, what? Okay. Stop shaking me. There, I’m getting up.
What’s wrong Elli? Slow down and take a breath. Oh my goodness! What happened
to you?” Milly took in a breath and covered her mouth with one hand. She had
become awake enough to realize that her friend was covered in a startling
amount of dust and dirt. She also had a distressing number of scrapes on her
legs and knees, and a few cuts on her arms here and there. Her dress looked
quite dirty and was torn in places and there was even what looked like blood
stains on her sandals. Fortunately the scrapes looked mostly superficial. It
was nothing serious. Or at least it was nothing that some balm made from the
leaves of a certain local waxy plant couldn’t heal.

Elli was talking too fast for Milly to make sense of what
she was saying. She ushered Elli to a chair and had her set the cage of humans
on the table. Then she put on a kettle for tea and wet a washcloth to start
cleaning some of Elli’s more serious scrapes and cuts.

“Oh it’s the most amazing story Milly. I know you’ll never
believe it. Jora and I went on this adventure together and was truly
unbelievable. The army, the scientist that sent us back and the scientist that
brought us here. And the mage! Oh, and the war. You totally missed it Milly you
would have loved it. It was great
fun. Jora and I both ate…and you know if Jora was alright with it you would
have been to. I kept wishing you were there! I brought some food back. Half of
them are for you!” She pointed to the humans in the cage who visibly blanched
at her casual comment.

“Slow down dear. Slow down. Take a breath and start at the beginning.”

Elli did. She seemed to make a visible effort to compose herself while Milly wiped away some of the grim from the scrape on her right knee.

“You know that place down in the gully where the three large trees make a sort of clearing?”

“I certainly do,” said Milly.

Over the past month word had got around between the local
giantesses about the place. They all had made a habit of spending at least a
few hours in the general vicinity every day. There had been a lot of humans
walking through the area recently and it had made for a splendid hunting
ground. Jade, a giantess friendly to humans had been hanging around too and had
tried to protect a group of humans Milly had caught there. Milly had pointed
out that it was unfair to try and prevent the other giantesses from hunting in
the middle of the forest. Jade had eventually, though quite reluctantly, agreed.
The other giantesses honored Safe Harbor, Jade’s sanctuary for humans, while
Jade conceded that she must honor her friend’s hunting in the jungle. The
result was that Milly, Elli, Jora and the few other giantesses in Felarya had happily
devoured countless numbers of humans that tried to surreptitiously sneak
through on a path from somewhere to somewhere.

“Well Jora and I were down in the gully this morning. We
didn’t see any humans but decided to walk along what we thought was a human
trail by following some of their tiny tracks.”

“So what happened?” asked Milly. “You obviously found the
humans,” she nodded at the cage Elli had brought with her to the continued
distress of its occupants.

“Oh we did. But we found more than that."

Milly brought her friend some tea and sat down to listen to her story.

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Jora crouched behind the tree where she was hiding. The
human path she and Elli had followed into the brush had really paid off. Jora
was beginning to realize that she would have to pay more attention to human
tracks in the future. She had a feeling that tracking was a valuable aspect to
hunting that she had thus far overlooked. Finding humans could be a trying process
but if she learned how to track them by following their own footprints she might
learn to find them more easily. Also, if they ever did escape her as they
sometimes tended to do, she could track them down again and have another shot
at catching them.

 She was so darn sick of humans escaping her when she tripped over her own two feet. Okay, so maybe
Elli was right when she had called Jora “clumsy,” but Jora got so excited to
see food that in her rush to catch it she often got ahead of herself, tripped
and her food got away.

I’m getting better though, Jora congratulated herself. Not two days ago she had found a group of six little men wandering through the woods. She had eaten two and then taken
the rest back to Marya where they had split them for dinner. Marya had even complemented Jora on her hunting skills that day. The high praise had put Jora on cloud
nine. She was determined to capture some more humans today and hopefully earn
more approval from Marya.

And that looked pretty likely! Jora was eyeing what appeared
to be a tiny settlement of humans. From where she crouched she could spy
several tiny huts constructed from grass and twigs and a few small stones. They
were arranged around a small campfire pit. The humans themselves appeared to be
a mix of people. Some had the look of scientists. That hardly surprised Jora.
After all, she had once worked for a research corporation that had a lot of
interest in Feralya. It was how she had come to live here in the first place. There
were also a number of humans that were clearly soldiers, judging by their
uniforms and the way they carried themselves; backs all straight and keeping an
eye on the surroundings. No doubt they were there to keep the scientists safe
while they conducted their experiments in Felarya.

From where she hid, Jora could see that Elli was nearly in
position on the far side of the village. She was doing her best to hide her
movements from the tiny humans. The price of stealth was speed so Jora had been
left waiting behind her tree for her friend to get into position. In the mean
time all there was to do was watch the tiny humans and hope that she could fill
her little hunting cage with them before the day was over. Wouldn’t that be
something to show Marya? But for now she simply tried to stay still and not pay
attention to how her legs were beginning to cramp from all this kneeling in the
bushes behind a tree. She had been left like this for at least ten minutes now.
She knew that hunting could not be rushed but she was beginning to feel a cramp
in one leg.

“Hey Anthony, Make sure you don’t wander off too far. And be
careful,” shouted a tiny human voice, turning Jora’s attention away from her
cramping left leg.

“Okay, I’m not going far. Just going to stretch my legs a
bit,” was the response.

A human dressed like a soldier was walking away from the
camp. He didn’t look like he was being careful. He had the nonchalant air of
someone out for a morning stroll after breakfast. That was not a healthy
attidude to have in Felarya but he looked young enough and inexperienced enough
to still believe that nothing would happen to him. With any luck, thought Jora, he
will be my breakfast. He looks delicious!

There was a problem though. He was headed straight for
Jora’s tree. If he saw her he might sound an alarm. Jora tried to better
position herself behind cover and remained hidden as the human approached. He
undid his fly and began to relieve himself on the very tree behind which Jora
was hiding.

She snuck around to take a peek at him. He was young, maybe
about her age. He was definitely handsome and in the great shape that military
training renders young men. If Jora had met him when she was a human she
probably would have considered asking him out. But Jora was no long a human. She
was a giantess, the man was her food and he was making her mouth water. She
crept a bit closer, brushing some of her blonde hair that had escaped her pony
tail out of her eyes.  The man was none the wiser.

It was just as the man had finished relieving himself that
he happened to look up. Finding himself confronted by a woman that was the
better part of a hundred feet tall and easily as beautiful as any movie
actress, while his pants were down was a truly shocking occurrence to poor
Anthony. It didn’t help that the giantesses’ blue eyes were focused entirely
upon him.

Jora saw the young man look up and make eye contact with
her. Before he had the chance to speak, shout or do anything, she snatched him
up and hurriedly shoved him into her mouth. He tasted good, delicious in fact.

Jora would have liked more time to enjoy him but she had to
think about the other humans if she planned to take any back to Marya for
dinner tonight. Too bad she didn’t have time to pull his clothes off to better
enjoy his taste. He already had his pants unzipped and that would have made it
so much easier. Oh well. She swallowed the wiggling man, clothes and all, and felt
him struggle against the push of her esophagus muscles as her food slid down
her throat.

Jora once again checked her concealment. The humans in the
village seemed still unaware of her presence. The only one who knew she was
there was currently in her stomach. And he won’t be telling any of his friends
that I’m here, she thought smugly to herself.  From the feel of it her food was trying to
climb her stomach wall. Jora could have told him that was a pointless exercise for
him, although it felt delightful to Jora. Unfortunately right now she couldn’t
sit back and enjoy the sensation. But with luck she’d have a lot more people in
there soon. She could revel in the feeling of a full belly then. For now it was
time to focus on hunting.

Just at that moment, Jora heard a sharp crack-crack-crack; the
sound of a stone being applied to another stone with regular force. The three
raps were the signal she and Elli had agreed upon. Jora stood up and charged in
as Elli, dropping the stones she had hit together, stood on the far side of the
village and moved in from the other direction.

The humans in the camp froze at the sound of the three loud
cracks. Then froze again as they observed  two stunningly beautiful giantesses moving in
on them. The resulting confusion made it fairly easy for Jora and Elli to pick
up the humans, busy running every which way and trying to find cover anywhere
they thought they could. A few ran into their grass huts. Jora easily ripped
some apart, caught the tiny humans huddled within and dropped them into her
human cage. Meanwhile Elli was circling the tiny camp and picking up anyone
that managed to escape Jora. She dropped her in her own human cage,
occasionally indulging herself here and there by simply popping them straight
into her mouth and swallowing them whole.

“Please, don’t eat me,” cried the last human from the
village as Elli towered over him. Elli reached down and picked him up.

“Why not?” she challenged.

“Because I’m just eighteen,” he told her. “I’m too young to
die.”

“In Felarya no one is too young to die. I think you’ll find
that to be true for you as well.” She leaned her head back and dropped him into
her mouth. Then she swallowed him whole as he screamed for help that would
never come.

Elli looked around. “Did we get them all?” she said, asking
herself as much as Jora.

“I think so,” said Jora. At least I didn’t see anyone escape
or any fresh tracks that led away from camp. There is this one hut I haven’t
checked though. She pointed to a shelter that had somehow escaped being torn
open.  The two giant women set down their
now very full human cages and approached the shelter.  Elli ripped off the roof to see inside.

Within was a man, obviously a scientist, pointing what
looked like a remote control at them.

“I can’t kill you but I can get you away from me!” shouted
the man. Then he pressed the button.

The world disappeared in a flash of white and suddenly the two beautiful giantesses were somewhere else.

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Jora and Elli found themselves at the edge of a forest.

“What the fuck?” said Elli. “Where the hell are we?”

The scenery was now more mountainous. The trees were smaller,
human sized. In the distance they could see what looked like a human sized
castle.

“I don’t know,” said Jora.

Just then the sound of hoofs beating a regular tattoo on the
ground approached them. The two friends looked down to see a tiny horseman
gallop out of the forest on a completely white horse. Upon seeing them, he
pulled his horse up and looked at them.

“Who are you?” said the man. Are you friends?”

“Yes,” said Elli. “But not yours.” She picked him off the
horse, letting the beast go and tossing the rider into her mouth. The white horse
galloped away as Elli was rolling the man around in her mouth. She raised her
eyebrows. “Mmm. Good,” she nodded to Jora.

“Elli wait-” said Jora but it was too late. She swallowed
the tiny man whole. Jora watched the bulge that she knew was the rider move
down her throat and disappear.

“What?” asked Elli, nonplussed.

“We needed to ask him where we are! You shouldn’t have eaten him so quickly. We don’t even know if we’re still in Felarya.”

“Oh yeah. Good point I guess. But I hadn’t finished my lunch. That science guy sent us here! When I find out where ‘here’ is I’m going to get back home and make him sorry.” She balled one hand into a fist and ground it into the other, obviously frustrated.

“Well to be able to do that we will need to get some directions back home and no one is going to be able to give us any directions when they’re in your stomach,” said Jora pointedly.

“Okay, okay,” agreed Elli. “Ask first, eat later. Although that guy was really good. You should try one.”

“Maybe later. I don’t eat innocent people though. And  I don’t think we’re in Felarya anymore.”

Lacking any other landmarks, the two giantesses made their
way towards the distant castle. It was beautifully crafted, with a large wall
around it and spires, even taller than they were, reaching towards the heavens.
Whomever had built it had done a marvelous job.

As they got closer Elli could see that there was a town
spread out below the walls of the castle. Looking closer she observed that the parapets
of the wall were manned by soldiers.

“Jora do you see the-” Elli started.

“I see them. Why don’t I do the talking? I tend to be more diplomatic than you are dear.”

“I can be diplomatic if I want,” said Elli defensively.

“Which one of us has a horseman in her stomach who might have been able to give us directions if he had been asked first?”

“Well I bet one of those guys might be willing to talk to us if we ask him nicely too,” shrugged Elli. “I bet I can… convince one to speak.”

“Let’s do it my way first,” said Jora, coming to a halt a few hundred yards before the outer wall. “We can always intimidate them into helping us and then devour them if that doesn’t work.”

Elli didn’t answer. She folded her arms and nodded at Jora,
inviting her to address the now very tense soldiers watching them on the wall.

“Hello,” said Jora to the soldiers, waving in what she hoped
was a friendly manner.  “I’m Jora and my
friend’s name is Elli.”

“The Vorkins found giantesses to fight on their side!” came
the call from one of the towers of the castle.

“Hello?” said Jora again. “I’m not fighting for anyone. My
friend and I were wondering what land we are in. This is not Felaria is it? Can
you tell us how to get home?”

There was a pause from the tower. Elli and Jora looked at
each other, unsure of what was being quietly discussed by the tiny humans. Then the voice called to them again.

“Lady Giantess, this is not Felaria. No, this is the land of
Deferda. Are you not of Vorka?”

“We don’t know who you mean. We’re travelers, trying to find
out where we are so we can go home,” explained Jora. “Who are the Vorka?”

“If they don’t know how to send us home do you know what
that makes them?” whispered Elli to Jora with a twinkle in her eye.

“Hush!” said Jora, annoyed because she was trying to listen
to the sentinel on the wall who was calling out to her.

 “Lady Giantess, the Empire of Vorka have threatened war upon our fair kingdom. If we did not submit to their rule they promised to wipe us from the Earth. They had promised to send a horseman to bring us their terms for surrender, but we have received no word
nor seen no horseman in days. We were prepared to accept their terms unconditionally, to spare the slaughter of our people.”

Elli was silent for a few moments, considering the part about the messenger.

“Oops,” she finally said, more to herself than anyone.

Elli turned to Jora. “Do you think that rider that I a-”

“Shhhh!” hissed Jora. She paused for a few moments choosing her words carefully. “What would happen if you didn’t accept their terms?” she asked slowly.

“They promised to raise our castle and all our citizens to
the ground, leaving no one alive to tell of their rampage,” said the voice.
“Tell us, are you of the Vorkan? Are you here to accept surrender? We are
prepared to do so unconditionally.”

“We are not the Vorkan, nor arewe acquainted with them,” said Jora, feeling that she needed to get that point across. “We are merely lost travelers seeking direction. May we approach the castle peacefully?”

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“Felarya?” said the monk. “Never before have I heard of such
a land. Truly, one could travel the length of one’s years and not find a place
with such a name. Our order holds maps to all the known world and the place
called Felarya must be beyond all of them for I have never in my studies heard
of a place that is host to giants.”

 Elli and Jora were now standing within the outer walls of the castle. They had explained that they were travelers who had “lost their way” and were merely “trying to make their way home.”  The Deferdians were accommodating, if not wary.  The monk, who a city guard had assured the giantesses, was the most learned and well travelled man in the kingdom, had come out to help Elli and Jora find their way home. “If anyone can tell you the way home it’s Father Briar,” the city guard said. But when presented with the name Falerya, he was at a loss.

 “We are sorry,” said a handsome young man who had introduced himself as the prince of Deferda, a man called Simian. “But it seems our best travelers have not heard of this land, Felarya. We would assist you all we can, but we are anticipating the arrival of
a messenger from the land of Vorka. They have threatened war if we do not meet
their demands.”

“As you have already told us. But what will be their demands?” asked Jora.

“In truth, it doesn’t matter,” said Prince Simian. “We shall agree to their terms unconditionally.”

“But why?” asked Jora, confused.

“Because we cannot fight them,” said King Minan. “We are a
peaceful people. We have no standing army. No warriors. Only a citizenship that
has a strong understanding of hunting by bow for food, a constabulary for
public order and a Royal Guard. Hardly the makings of an army that could hope
to defend our walls against a seasoned army with trained soldiers and siege
equipment. My people have never waged war on our fellow man. To fight the
Vorkans would be to enact a mass suicide to our people. They had promised to
slaughter every one of us if we resisted. Therefore, we have resigned ourselves
to surrender, and possibly enslavement. That is why we awaited the arrival of a
man on a white horse to accept the terms of surrender.”

“Err,” said Elli. “What if, just hypothetically, their messenger never returned?”

“Well the Vorkians might consider it an act of war,” said the king.

At that moment, a horn blared far outside the wall.

Elli and Jora looked up over the castle battlements of the
outer wall to see a scout party of a dozen men or so.

“People of Deferda!” shouted a strong looking man on
horseback. “People of Deferda!”

The king and his royal concert climbed the stairs to the
outer wall to observe the riders. When the came into view the rider continued.

“You have sent back our messenger’s horse without the messenger.
Since this is your answer, you may prepare for war. We shall kill every man,
woman and child. Make your peace with your gods Deferdans, for you shall find
no mercy with us.”

“No!” shouted the king. “This is all a misunderstanding. We have met no such messenger! We shall yield to your wishes.”

The riders seemed to have noticed Jora and Elli for the
first time. They were understandably silent for a moment before answering.

“It makes no differene that you have found a way to make your women giants. Even women such as those are no match for the full might of the Empire of Vorka. When our army arrives in force we shall kill them and you and raise you city to the ground!”

With that, the riders had disappeared back into the forest.
The king turned from the battlements, looking solemn.

“Well I for one feel a little insulted,” said Elli. “I think they’re seriously underestimating us.”

No one seemed to be listening. Instead everyone, including Jora, was looking at the king.

“My son,” he said weakly.

“Sire?” asked Prince Simian.

“Prepare our people for battle. You must lead them against the Vorkans.”

“But father, we are not warriors-”

“Do not give me excuses!” shouted the king. “We owe it to our own people to do our best to lead them in the coming days of conflict. Let us do it with honor, not hesitation.”

“You know,” said Elli to Jora. “Somehow I can’t shake the feeling that this might be our fault.”

“Would that be because you ate the messenger?” asked Jora. “And
secondly, our fault? The word 'our' implies that I had something to do with it.”

“You don’t need to point fingers,” said Elli coolly. “Besides I have a plan.”

She knelt down before the king to get closer to what might be eye level for her. Despite standing on the outer wall of the castle, King Minan still had to crane his neck backwards to look up at Elli’s beautiful face.

“Good King Minan,” said Elli, “My friend Jora and I are
willing to help you in your protection of your peace loving Deferdians. But we
shall require something in return. Food.”

“My dear lady, would that I could offer you a feast! But my
people must look to their own. We have what might be a lengthy siege before us
and we need every scrap of meat and crust of bread. I could slaughter a cow for
each of you and it would hardly stave your appetite.”

“We don’t want you cow. We eat people.” Elli grinned when
she that her words had stricken the king with an expression of the utmost of terror.
The nearby city guards, the prince and the monk were all similarly affected.
Impressively the recovered himself quickly.

 “I put the lives of my subjects before that of my own. I shall not feet my own people, my own countrymen to two giant bloodthirsty women!”

Elli’s face darkened but Jora hurried to intervene.

“Your Majesty,” she said calmly. “We would not ask you to simply line up people at random for our dinner.”

The king frowned. “What do you propose?”

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“Out of the baths and line up!” shouted the guard.

Edward stepped from the hot bath, his skin steaming in the
cool air. This was the first bath he had been given since being convicted to
the royal prisons for stealing. He felt the cleanest he had been in months. His
time in the Royal Prisons had not been pleasant but now he had finally washed
the smell of the stinking place off of him after a long soak in a large tub of
hot water.

 As if that wasn’t enough of a peculiarity, he realized that he was being prodded by a guard into line for a barber who was cutting the hair and shaving the faces of all the
prisoners. When it was his turn, he found himself in a wooden chair before a
barber who proceeded to shave his face clean and cut his hair to nothing less
than a stubble. It felt marvelous.

“What is the meaning of all this?” he asked the guard as he
was ordered to stand by a nearby guard when the barber was done. He hurried to
comply. Looking at the guard he asked. “Am I not to be allowed clothes?”

“Kings orders,” said the guard.

“Kings orders to have us bathed and groomed but not dressed?” asked Edward.

“Such were my orders,” said the guard coolly.

Edward frownd. He had been stripped of his clothes before
the bath. Or at least, he had been stripped of the stinking rags that he had
used as his clothes. Immediately after he had taken them off, a servant had
scooped them up with a shovel, (to avoid touching the filthy things) and
carried them off to a fire to burn them.

Edward couldn’t say he was sorry to see them go but he was
wondering what he would wear to preserve what little modesty was left to a
prisoner. He was forced to wait with the group of other recently washed and
shaved convicts standing outside the bath area.

“His Majesty said that six would be enough,” said one guard
to another. “The rest will be for tomorrow.” The other guard, a young, handsome
brown haired fellow, nodded and ushered the prisoners through a gate using both
the point of his spear if anyone looked like running . He took another look at
the child masquerading as a soldier.

It would be easy to kill him, thought Edward. He was little more than a boy. Yes,
thought Edward. I’ll kill him. Then I’ll make a break for the outer walls. Sure it will be a long shot but that’s better than no shot at all.  From there I can-

Edward’s musings were interrupted when he passed through the
gate and observed what was in the courtyard outside. He blinked, just to be
sure he wasn’t dreaming. Then he stared like all the other prisoners.

Two beautiful women were in the courtyard. That was not the
most captivating thing about them. What drew his attention so keenly was that
they both seemed to be a hundred feet tall. The smaller one, the blonde, was certainly
over seventy-five feet tall while the red head was easily over a hundred feet.

Edward stopped walking, his forward momentum arrested from
the shock of coming into the presence of genuine giantesses. He found himself
being shoved from behind by the guard he had been scheming against only a
moment ago. The guard used the pole of his lance to shove Edward forward quite
roughly. He stumbled but hardly took his eyes from the two giantesses.

“They’re beautiful,” he whispered. Never before in his entire life had he seen women so attractive.

The prisoners were lined up, three before each giant women.
They towered over the men, the nearby buildings and even the castle wall,
dominating the scene in a display of tremendous beauty.  Edward was pushed by belligerent guards armed with spears before the red headed woman. That made Edward happy; he liked red heads and found them more attractive. She was seated on the ground, looking down on the three of them. And she was radiant with beauty.

“The prisoners you asked for my ladies,” said the chief guard, bowing his head.

“Wonderful,” said the blonde giantess . “Tell His Majesty that Elli and I think him.”

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Then the red head reached down and grabbed the man next to Edward.
Off to his left, Edward could see the blonde giantess picking up one of the
three prisoners that were placed before her.

The red head put the man in her hands into her mouth and swished him around for a moment. “Mmm,” she said before swallowing. Edward watched the bulge move down her neck.

“Oh NO!” shouted the man next to him and both he and Edward
moved to escape but were prevented from escape by the guards. They had
anticapted that the prisoners would try to run when they saw what had become of
their fellows. As a precaution they held spears behind the prisoners so that
the only way they could run was towards the giantesses. And nobody seemed to
want to run in that direction.

 Edward looked back up in time to see the giant woman reaching down for him-

Suddenly he was dangling from between her finger and thumb
as she raised him high above her head. Looking down he saw her face. She was
beautiful. And terrible. Her eyes were upon him as she slowly licked her lips,
anticipating eating him like a damned herring.

“No, please. Have mercy!” shouted Edward. But her grip on
him relaxed as her mouth opened below him. Suddenly Edward found himself
falling through open air and towards her mouth.

Lips and teeth passed him on both sides. Then it was dark,
warm and wet and he couldn’t see a thing. An ear-splitting sound, the sound of
the giantess appreciating her snack, rumbled through her mouth and Edward was
left with his hands clamped to his ears to try to minimize the pain. The
giantesses wet tongue beneath him pressed him up and he felt himself sliding
backwards-

Then the giantess swallowed.

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Edward was propelled downwards at an alarming rate. He tried
to fight it and flailed his arms and legs in a futile attempt to slow his
decent but the muscles that lined her esophagus were far too strong and even in
his panic stricken brain he understood that there would be no escape.

In the total darkness he felt himself propelled through a thickly
muscled sort of valve, then was in freefall for a brief moment. He slammed into
a sort of sloped floor that gave slightly as he hit. All in all it was a much
less jarring impact then he had expected. Then he rolled down the slimy stomach
lining and into a shallow small pool of horrible smelling liquid.

 It hurt! Badly! It was as if he were immersed in liquid fire.

Edward hurried to his hands and knees, trying to climb out
of the painful, noxious water. He screamed involuntarily and heard another
voice somewhere behind him –must be that first guy she ate- screaming for help.

You dumb bastard. No one can help us now, thought Edward. There was another scream in the darkness above them as a third man fell into the stomach and landed in the
liquid, splashing Edward with acid. The screams of the new man went from
terrified to agonized in seconds.

“Get out of the liquid!” shouted Edward. He could hear the man moving to try and do just that. Edward, for his part, was attempting to maintain a pitiful hold on where he was just on the sloped stomach wall, out of the digestive juices. The stomach walls were slippery which put him in constant danger of sliding back into the painful liquid. For now he seemed safe- safe considering he was in the stomach of a giantess- although he was having trouble breathing. His mind, now having time to come to terms with his amazing
predicament was spinning. It can’t be. It can’t be, he thought to himself over and over.

The world lurched sideways and Edward suddenly felt himself in a lower part of the stomach, most likely because the giantess had bent over or moved somehow.  The digestive juices flowed down towards Edward. A screaming man- it was impossible to tell who- crashed into him and they slid along the stomach in a confusion of arms and legs.

The digestive juices flowed over Edward’s face, going up his
nose and down his mouth as he tried to breathe. He choked and spluttered, his
skin on fire and his eyes two points of agony burning in his brain. It was
barely possible to think clearly.

There was the loud sound of the giantess’s voice-muffled and
all around them but the words were hard to make out over the screaming of
Edward’s fellow occupants of the giantess’s stomach. The fact that one of his
eardrums had been ruptured when the giantess had said “Mmm” while he was in her
mouth didn’t improve things either. What he was able to make out was this;

“They were delicious. … His Majesty that we… looking forward to helping…”

 The stomach kept lurching this way and that in a rhythmic motion. She is walking somewhere, thought Edward. He was very upset that he was still alive. Death seemed to be a long time in coming and he was left with nothing to do but try and keep out of the digestive juices. That proved impossible while the giantess was walking and now it almost hurt too much to even try and do anything.

Suddenly the motion stopped. The giantess had stopped walking. But oh man did it hurt. He tried to climb out of the burning water. Maybe he could buy himself some time.
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Elli sat down on the outer wall of the castle, very nearly
squishing a guard who very narrowly escaped being under her backside. His leg
was just caught under her tush but he was fortunate that little pressure was
applied. With a yank he pulled his leg free. He wanted to be no closer to this
man eating giantess than absolutely necessary. Elli could feel plenty of
delightful squirming coming from within her belly right now. It felt so good
that she was distracted and had forgotten to check for people before she sat
down.

“We’re happy to help you fight those no good soldiers. A war
is one thing but promising to kill every woman and child… it’s just barbaric.”
Jora was saying to the crowd of people who had watched them eat the prisoners-
a group of mostly guards, a few political leaders and several other prisoners
who were scheduled to be lunch tomorrow.

“Strong words coming from a woman who has just eaten three
man alive,” said the Chancellor of Keys, one of the politicians. He was a
handsome and well dressed man and seemed to have no fear of the giant women.

“Nevertheless,” said Jora, standing from where she had been
kneeling and finishing her own snack, “We’ll help you fight. You just have to
keep us fed until then. You must understand that humans are a staple part of
our diet. If you have plenty more prisoners we’ll be fine until the enemy attacks.”

“His Majesty’s Dungeon’s hold enough prisoners for you to
eat well until we can add some of the Vorkin’s to your diet. You needn’t worry.
For now I’m having a dozen more prisoners bathed and prepared for you for your
lunch tomorrow.

Below Jora, the brown haired guard whose name was Ross
looked up at the blonde giantess. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen. He was not sure why but after watching her eat three prisoners, Ross was
even more enamored. He was enthralled, as she rubbed her belly absentmindedly
and listened to Elli.

“That sounds delightful, thank you,” said Elli. “We’re
looking forward to keeping your city safe. Jora and I are used to dealing with
soldiers so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Meanwhile the Chancellor of Keys was looking appraisingly at
Elli. Their eyes met briefly. Elli only raised one auburn eyebrow. The
Chancellor smilled.

 

“Greetings Lady,” said The Chancellor of Keys to Elli later
that evening. 

Elli was lying in a large open field that smelled strongly
of heather. The green grass beneath her still held the warmth of the day’s sun
and felt delightfully cozy. There was a time in her life that Elli would have
deeply missed a soft bed but life in Felarya had made her accustomed to
sleeping outdoors. She had relocated away from the castle to avoid squashing
people while rolling over in her sleep. 

Jora, who seemed to like socializing with the little humans, was still
at the castle. Elli had last seen her talking to the king, being friendly with
the locals and even carefully playing with small children that were brave
enough to come close when she offered to pick them up.

Jora had cited the importance of diplomacy and seemed
determined to get the Deferdians to like them. Elli didn’t worry about what a
bunch of meals on legs thought about her, so she had excused herself after
eating, complaining of exhaustion.

She hadn’t expected any visitors but perhaps that was naive
since she was still a mystery to the local humans. Apparently the appeal of
talking with a beautiful giantess proved all too alluring for this nobleman. He
was standing atop a cart that was drawn by two oxen. The cart contained two
large oak barrels.

The Chancellor of Keys, hopped from the cart and with a
theatrical wave of his arm he bowed deeply. “I am Baxter, Chancellor of Keys
and Keeper of the Gates in the Castle Festung.”

“Nice to meet you Baxter. You already know my name,” said
Elli. Baxter waited but the giantess said nothing more, she simply regarded him
in a way that Baxter wasn’t entirely sure he liked. When it became obvious that
it would be up to him to make conversation the Chancellor continued.

“I bring you a gift. We of Deferda are known for many
things, our chocolates, our skill at agriculture but chiefly, we are known for
our beer and wines. I have brought these barrels of wine from my own personnel
collection. They’ve been aged for seven years and were perfectly blended. I
sampled a glass from each barrel myself before I brought them to make sure the
flavor was just right.”

Elli pointed to the two oak barrels on the cart. “Those are
for me?”

“A gift from an admirer,” said Baxter. He turned towards the
cart and seemed surprised to see the two drivers on the cart still sitting in
front. “Fools, unload the barrels for Lady Elli! Have you no manners?”

The two men began to do so but Elli waved them away. “I can
get them more easily than you can. May I try them now?” Without waiting for an
answer, she picked up a giant oak barrel and pried it open with a fingernail.

“Please do so my lady. We also brought you sweets.” One of
the drivers, a sixteen year old boy with light blonde hair, climbed from the
cart holding a large satchel that appeared to be filled to the brim.

“This is delicious!” said Elli after drinking from the oak
cask.

“M-my lady-” said the boy, offering the large bag to Elli as
he walked hesitantly towards her. “May I offer you a sweet from Lord Baxter’s-”

The boy was interrupted as Elli swept him from his feet and
held him before her in the palm of his hand.

The boy crouched down to lower his center of gravity. He was
very nervous about heights at the best of times and the best of times certainly
weren’t balancing on the palm of a giantess fifty feet in the air.

“I h-have cakes f-for you My Lady,” stammered the boy. The
giantess was so beautiful that when asked later if he was more afraid of the
fall or the giantess he would have said he was too spellbound by her beauty to
think of anything but her.

“That sounds nice. It’s been a while since I had any
disserts,” said Ellie to the boy. “Can I eat you along with it?”

The boy froze, as if any motion, and sound on his part might
be taken as an affirmation.

From what seemed like far away on the ground the boy heard
Lord Baxter shouting, “Of course you can My Lady. He is my slave and I place
him completely at your disposal. He would be honored to feed the lady who will
save us from Vorkan tyranny.”

Elli grinned. “Yummy. But disserts first. Pitch the bag into
my mouth, but save one for yourself.” She held the boy over her mouth and then
opened wide. Looking down, the blonde young man saw her beautiful mouth open
below him, her throat in the back where he now knew he would pass. The boy was
so scared he could barely move. Fumbling with the drawstring on the bag, he
loosened them, then upended the bag over the giantess’s mouth, being careful to
stay low so he didn’t lose balance and pitch himself into her mouth at the same
time.

A stream of several cakes, cookies and pastries fell down
into the gigantic mouth below him. It snapped shut and the boy watched as Elli
played with the sweets on her tongue, her green eyes now closed in enjoyment of
the chocolates and sugar.  In a moment
she swallowed and the boy couldn’t help but notice that so much food had hardly
made a bulge as they passed down her throat.

The eyes opened once more and the boy saw the giantess
licking her lips. Then she brought him closer.

“Noo!” cried the boy, closing his own eyes and turning his
face away.

He felt firm, warm lips press against him a then move away
with a “smack,” sound. Opening his eyes he found an amused look on the
beautiful giantess’s face.

“Thank you for the sweets my friend,” she said. “But even I don’t eat little boys.” She held out a small cupcake she had not eaten. After the boy took it, she placed him gently on the ground.

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Twenty miles away from where Elli was relaxing, the army of
Vorka was making camp. Numerous campfires sprang to life in the forests. Around
one of these fires lounged three men; a corpral named Nunez, and two of his
privates.  

“Alright you three!” said the Vorkan soldier; Sergeant Kurr.
“You will be leading a reconnaissance group. We want to know about the Deferda
countryside. Look for anything useful; gold, metals, food stores and water
reserves. Anything like that you find, you remember where you found it and how
to get back. Then you come find the regiment and tell me!”

“Sergeant,” asked the youngest of the group, a twenty-one
year old named Bligh who was sitting on the far side of the campfire. “Anyone
hear any more about those giantesses the Deferdians have on their side?”

“Giantesses? Giantess!? You want fairy tales lad? Then go
see One Eyed Crowe! He knows more stories than any other man I ever met. But
you’re my soldier on my damn time. I want you out soldering
and not listening to useless stories!”

The Sergeant frowned and looked at the young man, perhaps
judging his reprimand to be a bit too harsh. After all, it was Bligh’s first
war and Kurr could remember how scared he was his firs time. He attempted to
town down his Sargentness for a brief moment and said in a slightly less harsh
and gravelly voice, “Don’t worry about the giantess, boy.  She’s just a silly rumor.  “If every rumor in the army were true we
would be riding winged horses against the enemy.”

Bligh nodded, reassured by the Sergeant. Of course it was
all a rumor. How much silly gossip had he heard since he joined the army? Most
of it was nonsense.

 Had he known that he would be eaten by a giantess for breakfast shortly after having his own breakfast the next morning, he might not have been placated. Similarly, had he
known that he would be swallowed and digested alive in her stomach as his skin
was burned off by acids, it might have given him nightmares, assuming that he
would have been able to sleep with the knowledge. Had he known that in less
than twenty-four hours most of his body would be absorbed into part of the
beautiful buttocks of the giantess that had eaten him, and every male in the
city of Daferda would be admiring her derrière, it probably would have driven
him mad with worry. Had he know how nice the giantess’s ass would look, he
might have had an erection. Aside from that last one it was fortunate for Bligh
that he didn’t know any of it.

“We’ll get the job done Sergeant,” said Corporal Nunez.

“See that you do, or there will be hell to pay,” said the
Sergeant, back to his old gruff self. He kicked the third soldier, a solder
reclining against a rock named Rabbit, for his large ears that stuck out from
either side.  

 

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Jora was leaning against the wall of the castle. She was
tired from talking to the king, the prince, an assortment of nobles and town
representatives as well as the townsfolk at large, who understandably couldn’t
help but want to get a look at the giantess. City guards had kept them a
respectable distance away but Jora had spoken with a few one on one, picking up
a young man here, a young lady there. The younger people seemed able to more
quickly adjust to her size than others and she worried that if she handled a
senior citizen she may well send them into cardiac arrest.

Still the day had passed fairly smoothly and now she had
time to rest. She leaned back and closed her eyes, letting the muscles in her
body relax. She had wanted to join Elli in the grassy field but decided that at
least one of them should remain near the town in case of an attack from the
Vorkans.

“My lady?” said a voice very near to her ear.

Jora looked up. A guard was standing on the wall she was
leaning against. He was young, handsome and quite strong. If Jora had found him
wandering the forest in Felarya she would have devoured him without a second
thought.

Somewhat incongruous to the picture of miniature masculinity
was the bouquet of flowers he clutched in one tiny hand, the other hand firmly
grasping a long spear that all the guards seemed to carry. The man seemed
nervous but moved with the motion of a man who had made his mind up.

“I brought you flowers My Lady,” he said simply, extending
them towards her.

Jora leaned down close to the guard and inhaled deeply
though her nostrils, the scent of flowers reaching her. “What a lovely gift!”
she smiled. “I’m Jora. What is your name?”

“I am called Ross. It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Jora.”

“Oh no. Lady Jora won’t do.”

“Forgive me!” said the guard, looking stricken, unsure how
he had insulted the giantess who had already stolen his heart.

“No, no. Just call me Jora. It’s nice to make your
acquaintance Ross. May I pick you up?”

“Of course Jora.”

She did, and held him before her, smiling politely as one
does when meeting someone new.

“I help keep the prisoners in line for you today,” said
Ross. “I was delighted I could help you.”

“Oh thank you Ross. You were a big help today. Thanks for
preventing those crafty captives from making an escape. Can I count on you for
help with lunch tomorrow?” She winked, then nodded towards the cage where a
half dozen more prisoners sat, slept or leaned against the bars, most watching
Jora and thinking of their fate tomorrow.

“I am slated to make sure they are not unruly for your noon
meal,” nodded Ross. “Truly, I am looking forward to it.”

“You like watching me eat people?” asked Jora, surprised.

“I-I. I was happy to be of assistance to you in any way I
could but… In truth I do enjoy it My Lady.”

“Well then you won’t be disappointed tomorrow. And don’t
call me ‘My Lady’ anymore. If we’re going to be friends we must be comfortable
with using each other’s first names Ross.” Jora smiled at him.

 “How do you find food on your own?” asked Ross.

“Oh. Are you sure you want to know the answer?” asked Jora.
Ross nodded. “I catch and eat people like you where I come from. Not everyone I
eat is human but many of them are. And if they came there knowing the risks
then I make a meal of them. To be honest, if we had met in Felarya, I would
have eaten you without a second thought.”

“Do you feel no sympathy for us humans?” asked Ross.

“Ross, I used to be a human,” said Jora. “But now I inhabit another level of the food chain and if I’m going to survive I have to participate in it. Besides, you really don’t
know how good you little people are sliding down.”

“A beautiful fate,” said Ross.

“Thanks but I doubt they would agree,” said Jora with a nod
towards the prisoner’s cage.

Both man and giant woman were silent for a few moments,
listening to the sounds of the night. Suddenly Ross asked, “When you leave,
could I come with you?”

“Don’t you realized how dangerous it is?” asked Jora. “In my
world you’re just a snack.”

“Am I a snack to you?”

“Not to me. Not anymore. We’re friends now. But to everyone
else you would be food. Even my friend Elli would think of you like that. And
the other giantess I live with, my best friend, would certainly eat you if Elli
didn’t.”

“Could I come with you anyway? I am sure that if you were
there to protect me...”

“I can’t look after you all the time.”

“But I’m in love with you,” Ross blurted before he knew what
he was saying.

“What?” asked Jora.

“It was love at first sight,” said Ross, thinking it useless
to try to backpedal now.

Jora smiled. “You’re serious aren’t you? Well… maybe there
is a way I could take you. I have a friend, another giantess. She doesn’t eat
humans and she protects a human settlement in Felarya called Safe Harbor. I
could bring you there and come visit you from time to time. I know that’s not
exactly what you want but if you do want to come with me maybe we could make
something work.”

“I would love to!” said Ross. “Please let me come!”

“Alright. I’ll bring you. But let’s get one thing clear; just because I don’t eat you doesn’t mean I am not going to eat other people. You might even make friends with some of them but if I consider them food that will not save them. I have another friend, Milly, who is a giantess and has a pet human. He’s always trying to convince her not to eat humans and she even agreed to it for a time. I’m not like that so if you think you can reform my taste in cuisine you better abandon the idea.”

Ross laughed. “Jora, I liked watching you eat people today.
It’s attractive.”

“Okay Ross. As long as you understand.”

She placed him in her lap and
giantess and guard sat in the night together.

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Elli bathed in a lake she had found near where she slept.
First she drank her fill of water, having a slight headache from the two
barrels of wine she had enjoyed the previous evening. It had been a delightful
treat but it had also been a while since she had had anything so strong.  The Chancellor seemed very cordial and
friendly, if not a bit ruthless. In some ways he reminded Elli a lot of herself.
He was quite charming, but the only relationship Elli had with a human now was
Sir Charles Starwind, outside of a relationship as a predator of course.

So what do I do with him? thought Elli. I could simply be
friendly. It seems to be what he wants. With luck I will be back in Felarya
soon. Until then I can just enjoy his attention.

It had been a while since a human man had been interested in her and the attention had felt good. Of course she had met plenty of humans in Felarya but most of them had
ended up as lunch. Those that didn’t become lunch tended to become dinner.

Elli removed her clothes and waded into the lake. The water
felt cool and refreshing as she immersed herself in it.

A few moments later she sat up, her headache abating
from the bath. Suddenly a noise caught her attention. It was a human voice.

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“I told you there would be water this way,” said Nunez. “It
was only a matter of how far!”

It had, in fact, been Bligh that had suggested they follow
the sloping ground near the tall mountains. It was only a matter of time before
they came across a stream or river fed by snowmelt every year. Now what
appeared before them was a giant lake.

“Nunez, maybe you should be a little more quitet. We are in
enemy territory,” said Rabbit.

“Shut up asshole. I’m the corporal and unlike you draftees,
I have a clue about what we’re doing.” He started forward, then stopped and
turned back to Rabbit. “And you call me Corpral! You don’t call me by my name
unless I give you permission. In case you were wondering you don’t have my
permission. I’m telling you this for your own good you know.” Nunez started
forward, nose in the air. He considered himself the epitome of cool. It had
been real fun telling Rabbit off. 

Bligh and Rabbit looked at each other and shrugged. There
wasn’t much they could do. Nunez would tell the Sergeant about the lake and
take all the credit. Then the sergeant would most likely do the same thing to
the lieutenant, and the circle of life would go on. 

Nunez burst through the trees and waded into the water,
leaning over to take a long and much needed drink. Once he had quenched his
thirst he plunged his face into the water. It felt nice after a long morning
hike.

Reemerging from the water he waited for the water to stop
running down his face before he opened his eyes. But he could hear Bligh
hissing at him.

“Get back into the tree line. Get back Nunez!”

“That’s CORP-” started Nunez but stopped short as he looked
up.

A woman, a hundred times Nunez
height, towered above them. She had long red hair that reached down her bare
back. She was entirely naked. She was also looking down at Nunez.

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Bligh had been watching as Nunez loudly sloshed his way into the water
and taken a drink. The idea seemed like a good one after walking nearly ten
miles today. He walked to the water’s edge, then looked out across the lake.

A woman was in the lake. She was about his age. She was
beautiful She was also naked. All of these things would be and were wonderful
news for a soldier. However this particular woman was also over a hundred feet
tall.

Bligh watched her toss her wet red hair. Heavy with water as
it was, the hair hit her back with what sounded like a “crack” to Rabbit. The
giantess was not facing them. Bligh’s and Rabbit’s eyes watched as the giantess
stood, her long legs stretching out below her. Her perfect, round, well muscled
buttocks moved gracefully as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She was easily the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. But she was also a giantess.

Nunez was just loudly coming back for air.

“Get back into the tree line. Get back Nunez!” said Bligh.   

“That’s CORP-” started Nunez but stopped short as he looked
up.

The giantess, whom Bligh and Rabbit had never taken their
eyes from, now turned around and regarded them curiously, although Bligh could
swear that she looked happy to see them as well.

“Oh…” said Nunez.

With amazing speed the giantess bent down, her hands
reaching for them. One plunged into water and caught up Nunez like he was a
fish, the other cam down on Rabbit and Bligh, pinning them between her fingers.

No one tried to escape. No one even moved. They were all too
overwhelmed by the giant woman to do anything except stare.

“What’s this?” said the giantess. “Breakfast?”

“No, no!” screamed Nunez as she lifted him to her mouth.
Nunez was obviously still struggling but the giantess popped him into her mouth
without any sign of difficulty. Then with a large gulp she swallowed the still
struggling, still screaming man. Bligh watched the bulge travel down her
throat.

As soon as he was swallowed the giantess refocused on them.
She leaned down towards them, not exactly smiling but certainly looking pleased
with their presence. Bligh and Rabbit began to struggle in her fingers but they
couldn’t escape as he face loomed before them. She inhaled deeply through her
nose, smelling them.

“Please,” said Rabbit. “Let us go. I have a family.”

It was probably because he had spoke that the giantess
focused on him. For his trouble, the giantess opened her mouth and leaned
further over him. Bligh watched as Rabbit, still struggling between two of the
giantess’s fingers, disappeared into her mouth as she leaned over him. Bligh
could hear Rabbit scream “Henrietta,”
the sound being slightly muffled from within the giantess’s mouth.  Then her full lips closed around Rabbit as she
leaned back up just a bit.

If I ever get home, I’ll tell Rabbit’s wife that his last
words were of her, though Bligh. But then the giantess looked down at him, very
obviously sucking on his friend’s body for Bligh’s benefit. It was as if she
was saying, “This is what is going to
happen to you too!” It was enough to make Bligh shudder.

 She’s watching me, thought Bligh. He looked up into her face, her
breathtaking beauty made terrifying because Rabbits feet were still visible
between her lips. As Bligh watched he heard a sucking sound and Rabbit was
pulled further into the giantess’s mouth, his feet disappearing from view as
her full pink lips closed behind him.

 The giantess’s cheek
bulged on one side as she manipulated her human meal in her mouth with obvious
enjoyment. She even closed her eyes for a brief second, and actually smiled,
although she did not show her teeth when she did. Probably to make sure Rabbit
was still trapped. Bligh could see that the bulge in her left cheek was
struggling. With another audible breath, the giantess visibly moved the bulge
in her mouth and swallowed. Again Bligh was forced to watch as a bulge traveled
quickly down the giantess’s neck and out of sight.

Liking her lips slowly, the giantess smiled at him. Her
green eyes seemed to pin him to the spot more than the giant fingers of the
hand that held him there. Bligh couldn’t move. Was it fear? Was it her beauty.
Was it simply watching two humans swallowed alive? He could not move! But what
was the point? He could never escape the hold he had on her.

The woman’s mouth opened again and Bligh was able to see to
the back of her throat as she leaned downwards towards him.

Then her pink lips and white teeth passed around him and he
felt the grip of her lips around his ankles. He was in total darkness, a
gigantic wet tongue moving beneath him, coating him in saliva. He felt the pull
of gravity and the sensation of movement and he knew that the giantess was
sitting back up from where she had knelt down to pick him up in her mouth.
Bligh’s ears popped as the giant woman sucked him completely past her lips and
into her mouth. Bligh was thrown against a soft, slimy wall by the tongue. He
realized she was pressing him against her cheek, just as the woman had done
with Rabbit. Bligh struggled to free himself but the force was too strong and
he could barely move despite the slickness of the surfaces around him.

“Mmmm!” came a sound. She was enjoying his taste. Her tongue, slightly bumpy because of
tastebuds, eased up on pressure against her cheek and Bligh found himself
sprawling on the tongue once more. She held him against the roof of her mouth
for a second, the second turned into two.

The giantess took a deep breath. Just as she had before she
had swallowed Rabbit. This is it thought
Bligh. “No,” he said into the darkness.

Was it a beseechment to the giantess, a last desperate plea
for mercy? Was it simply a defiant statement to the horrible odds of being
devoured alive by a hundred foot tall beautiful woman? Was it horror in the
face of death? If anyone had asked the exact reason why he had said “no” at
that moment it is doubtful that Bligh himself would have been able to give a
concrete answer. Whatever the reason, it was the last thing he said before he
was swallowed.

The blackness in the mouth was absolute but Bligh felt
himself pushed backwards (perhaps with a gravity assist from the giantess
tossing her head slightly) and into the hot wet throat. Firm muscles coated in
slick slime gripped him and propelled him down,
into the darkness.

Elli smiled and rubbed her belly, enjoying the sensation of
wiggling moving down her throat and the desperate struggles within her belly
simultaneously. She involuntarily shuddered with delight.

Standing up, she stretched, standing on tip-toe and raising
her arms over her head as she yawned. The food in her stomach must have felt
the shift because she could feel their struggles increase as she stretched. She
giggled quietly to herself.

“Oh,” said a voice from behind her. Elli turned to the tree
line, some distance away from where she had eaten the soldiers.  Elli bent forward for a closer inspection.

The boy from the previous night was hiding in the bushes,
trying to remain out of sight. Elli plucked him up.

“No please Lady Elli! I didn’t mean to see you naked. I
didn’t!” cried the boy, dangling by one foot.

“You accidentally saw me naked by hiding in the brush and
staying quiet?” asked Elli.

“No I saw the soldiers going to the lake and hid from them.
Then when I saw you I thought you might be angry with me for seeing you bathing
so I stayed hidden.”

“As a general rule, I eat people who try to peep while I
wash myself.” She rubbed her belly for emphasis. “But I’ll let you go this
time,” she said as she lowered him to the ground.

“Ah, Lady Elli. Fancy meeting you here,” said the Chancellor
of Keys, appearing from behind a nearby tree. He leaned one arm against its
trunk and gave her body the old ‘head to toe.’ He had bedded  plenty of beauties in his life but none of them had been quite as beautiful as Elli. Then again none of them had been man eating giantesses either so he had decided to be cautious and see how she reacted to his slave being caught peeping before revealing his own presence.

“What is this, the community swimming hole?” said Elli, clearly annoyed.
“What are you doing here?”

“I came here for a morning ride with my servant. And yes
this does happen to be one of the more favorite local swimming spots.”

“Oh,” said Elli, somewhat defeated.

“In fact there would be a lot more people here if the
Vorkan’s weren’t expected to arrive sometime today. You’re lucky.” He casually.

“So you guys have been watching me the whole time?” said
Elli.

“Remarkable work with those enemy soldiers,” said Chancellor
Baxter, evading the question. “We really must get back to Castle Festung and
warn them.”

“Fine,” said Elli simply. “I’ll get dressed.”  She was not at all pleased with the idea of
letting Baxter and his little blonde slave walk away after having watched her
bathe but she knew there was little she could really do. She was trying to make
up for their country being at war after all.

Elli ended up carrying the boy
to the castle so Baxter could ride faster on his mount. He followed Elli the
whole way to the castle, (looking at her backside most of the time.)

“Stand up straight you scum bags!” yelled the guards. Rory
did his best to stand up straight. Looking up at the giantess in the green
skirt, she smiled down at the dozen prisoners assembled before her. The guards
had manhandled them out of their cage in the courtyard and stood them in a line
in front of the giantess for lunch.

Rory had tried to tell anyone who would listen that he has
been wrongly accused but his fellow prisoners were too morose as prospective
lunch for a giantess within plain view to have much sympathy. Being a good
listener didn’t seem to be a job requirement for the castle guards, despite
pleading his case with them, he was roughly manhandled out of the cage and
before the giantess.

“Please,” he tried one last time. “It was Chancellor Baxter.
He told me to build my shop where it stands and then claimed I did so without
the consent of the crown. This is not a crime punishable by death or
imprisonment.”

“Do not let your last act be to speak ill of your country’s
leaders!” said the guard. “No talking!”

“But-”

There was a muffled “Oof!” as Rory doubled over in pain from
where he had been struck. “Stand up straight,” said the guard.

The giantess above them seemed to be taking her time, eying
each prisoner. Looking to his right he saw the man next to him was sobbing
quietly.

“Which ones would you like Lady Jora?” asked one of the
guards.

“Hmmm. I was just wondering that myself,” said the giantess.
“How about that one,” she pointed to a fellow down at the end of the line. He
was roughly shoved forward by a guard standing behind him.

The giantess’s eyes wandered the line as she searched for
her next victim. “That one,”  this one
was on the other side of Rory. Relief swept over him when he wasn’t picked.

“And,” said the giantess as she studied the prisoners once
more. Her eyes found Rory, then moved on. Just one more person for her to choose. Then I can go back into the cage, thought Rory. The irony of the situation struck him. Who would have thought that as an innocent man I would look forward to going in a cage someday?

Then the eyes of the beautiful giantess came back to Rory and
settled upon him.

No, thought Rory.

“That one,” she said with finality, pointing directly to
Rory.

 Rory was pushed
roughly forward towards the giantess.

“This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening!” he repeated
to himself.

But it was. The giantess grabbed the first man whom she had
picked and was swallowing him alive. Rory could even hear the man’s screams cut
off as she swallowed him. A large bulge moved down the giantess’s throat a
second later.

She was already reaching for him!

“No please! Don’t hurt me!” begged Rory but he was already
lifted before the giantess’s face. In any other circumstances, it might strike
him how beautiful she was. But now all he could see was that her mouth was
opening wide enough to stuff him inside.

This is exactly what happened, despite Rory once again
saying, “This can’t be happening.”

He felt the giantess’s warm breath over his naked body. It
actually felt good although he was hardly in a state of mind to appreciate it.
Then the thing he had been dreading happened; she swallowed.

Rory was forced down her throat, the tight confines of her esophagus
guiding him downwards and restricting his movement. Then he fell out into the
open and down into the stomach. He splashed into water but was on his feet
again in a moment.

“NO!” he shouted as he pounded
against the soft walls of the stomach. “No! Please let me out! I’ll do
anything!"

Just then Rory heard a scream
from above him and a moment later a splash. He felt someone struggling nearby
and knew that the third prisoner had been swallowed as well.

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Jora smiled and rubbed her belly contentedly. Her food was
putting up a fight, her favorite part to every meal. Ross stood before her,
grinning like a fool.

“That was delicious. Thank you everyone,” said Jora.

Looking up she saw Elli arriving, carrying a boy in hand. “Hello
Elli! I was just having my breakfast. Would you like to have some too? There’s
plenty more.” She indicated the prisoners below, to their terror.

“Forget the prisoners. The Vorkin’s are coming. I saw their
army on the way here,” said Elli.

“Quick,” said Ross. “We must spread the word. Assemble the militia!”

Jora stood, the sensation in her belly of struggeling food still keen. She looked out over the castle walls at the arriving army.