Henry summoned the art of the fighter and charged head-on. Ada’s stomp was expected, Henry skipping to the side. He rushed right back in after her foot landed and, leaning back with a fist brimming with golden energy, punched the side of her foot.

Ada flinched, sucking air through her teeth. Henry hopped, expecting the sweep of her foot. She swept right back like a pendulum and Henry dove out of the way. Lying down and exposed, Ada chanced another stomp, but like a frog, Henry bounced off with a leap. He was under her gown and near her stationary foot, where he, glowing with the art of the fighter, unleashed a succession of ten rapid punches.

“Ah!” Her forward foot came straight back and punted Henry with the heel, sending him into a continuous roll. Like a princess walking up the stairs she raised her gown, opening the view under her. When Henry charged in for another strike, she was ready. Henry landed a roundhouse kick and was immediately swept aside by a row of toes. He returned, relentless, and she kicked him away with the back of her foot. Henry didn’t expect her follow-up, a roof of flesh collapsing on him.

His quickest reflexes only got him out from the middle of her foot, lower body pinned under the toes. They curled, gripping him like the jaws of a predator. Lifting her foot, she swung him about like a doll, hammering him against the ground, slapping him against the calf of her other leg.

Milton hadn’t gotten the opening he searched for and resorted to helping Henry instead, sending out glowing ropes from the olhom trees. Two of them grabbed her standing heel and pulled, and when already standing on one leg, it didn’t take much more to throw her off balance. Ada teetered. Milton found the angle where her balance failed her the most and sent two tethers there, on her neck and elbow, to pull further. She fell on her side in a crash which shook Milton’s legs. Henry pried her toes off him and sped away.

“Clever little tricks,” she said, getting up. With mild force required, she pulled the tethers off. Ada cursed and took her bare foot in hand, as Henry had let loose another beating there. Ada turned around and went for Milton who stood too comfortably in his position. Milton used the base magics, his legs glowing white, and ran into the grove. He couldn’t compare to Henry’s mobility, and her quaking steps gained on him. Using his speed in bursts, Milton dodged her first attacks, and as the inevitability of being caught closed in on him, Henry arrived with a distraction. He used his hardest strikes on the foot he could hit, though his rashness opened him up to a counterattack. She swept him, but Henry absorbed the hit by hugging the foot.

Ada kicked upwards, throwing Henry into the air. She followed his trajectory through the air as if he were a bouquet thrown into the crowd and she a wild admirer, pulling at the collar of her gown to receive him with her bosom. None of Henry’s magic could help redirect him midair, powerless as he watched himself plunge towards her breast. Henry landed on her collarbone and continued down. Ada squeezed her chest together to press him in place. From outside the dress her hand pinned him against her left chest, and she started fondling herself, kneading him in against her breast. While she did so, she chased Milton and eventually had him under her foot, rolling him back and forward like a rolling pin.

All too happy, she continued massaging Henry into her breast and scrolled her foot back-and-forth over Milton for a minute.

She fished Henry out of from her bosom, took his clothes off, and threw him away. She similarly undressed Milton and threw him to his friend. Now naked, the two regrouped, but they were losing confidence. To make matters worse, Ada jerked the gown off her shoulders and let it drop down. Her naked body proved a more successful taunt than any of her smirks, a statement that her pleasures were prioritised over effectively fighting and capturing them, and still the fight wasn’t close. It told them that here at the edge of the grove beside the mountains was a closed room, where nothing would come out and no one would ever learn what took place here, and she could free her most twisted and innermost self.

They knew enough of how sizable she was, but the gown hadn’t let it be shown fully. Her breast were voluminous and firm, thighs muscular and large, her stomach flat but ample. Her pussy was wet and swollen, and all her movement had caused Rennard’s lower body to slip out just a bit. She pushed him back in and advanced on them, putting extra weight in her steps.

“What’s her goddamn problem?” Milton whispered, catching his breath and rubbing his sore areas. “What do we do?”

“Just… more of the same. We have to free Rennard. Maybe there’s a chance if it’s the three of us. But it’s harder when he’s in there. Try to get a tether in there and yank him out.”

Ada’s quaking steps stopped, one foot on either side of them and her pussy right above. Hands on her hips, they had to raise their necks all the way up to see her. She was a mountain of muscle and flesh, a statue, a piece of art. To simply stand above them and announce the size difference earned her a mental advantage.

Her knees buckled slightly, a jolt of pleasure. The skin around her pussy was moving, signs of Rennard’s hopeless struggles. Just to taunt them, she reached in and pulled out his legs, putting his helpless kicking on display, like the legs of a duckling sticking out of a heron’s mouth. She even gyrated her hips to swing him around, a single drop of cum loosening and landing between Milton and Henry. Ada shoved him back inside.

“Ready for another round, my little challengers? I’m not close to done.”

Milton spread his arms, a tether in front of him materialising and shooting out to each foot. They wrapped around her ankles and tied them short, like shackles. Ada jumped, closing her legs, her shadow growing larger upon them. The two boys dodged to a side each, almost losing balance to the immense pressure of her landing. Milton became her target, though he could outmaneuver her limited movement. Unable to ignore the restraints, the muscles in her right thigh flexed, Ada clenching her teeth as she tried to abduct her leg and pull the tether apart.

Henry squatted down and flied up in a frog leap, hitting the side of an olhom tree and kicking himself off it. He flied straight towards Ada’s back, his legs aimed, knees bent. A surge of golden energy flowed through his body, gathering at his legs, and he stabbed her back with an explosive drop kick. Ada tumbled forward as if someone had shoved her, unable to find balance with her ankles tied. She fell on knees and hands.

Milton summoned a tether underneath her and shot it upwards. It latched onto her lower stomach, a miss. Ada pulled it off, and she covered her womanhood at the sight of another tether launching at it, blocking its entry. Ada pulled them off, got up, and with explosive leg force, snapped the ones around her ankles. Ada turned around to find Henry midflight in another drop kick attempt. With a downward sweep, she caught him in her hand.

“Nice try,” she said, bringing him to her face. “Time to get punished.” Ada held him from the knees down and began smacking him into her breast like a drumstick. While doing so, she approached Milton, who didn’t bother putting up a fight when he was alone. She picked him up as well, and like a gorilla pounding their chest, she repeatedly smacked both of them into her great breast. They tried to fight in her grip, straighten their spine and gain some posture, brace for the collision against her tits, pry her hold around their lower legs. But they only had a second to do any of it, as they had less than a second in the air before slamming into her breast again, all of their efforts vanquished to a dizzying slam. They grunted with the efforts, groaned at every slam, the wind knocked out of them, and all Ada did was hold them in front of her chest and pivot her wrists. The consistency in her movement made her wrists and hands look like machinery.

The forest was filled with the fleshy spank their bodies made against her tits along with their protests. Their arms were indeed free, but when they could barely hold their bodies straight and the trees were inverted and the ground was scrolling every other way, they couldn’t focus on anything. They were ragdolls in her merciless swinging, the skin on her breast reddening to the continuous impacts, the soft flesh yielding to them, but so large it consumed them.

“Look at you,” she said, biting her lip. “Helpless little boys. This makes for a decent tune.” Ada swayed her hip to the rhythm of the chunky collisions, stepping left and right, shoulders bouncing, performing a poor pirouette. “I should be a belly dancer.” The two boys transitioned from her breasts down to the stomach, made to an instrument together with the expanse of skin and flesh. They spent some time banged onto her stomach, then to her inner thighs. For the finale, she spanked them onto her ass cheeks, Milton on the left and Henry on the right, then she swapped for another minute. She swiped them across her pussy, enough wetness there for them to collect, and shivered. “Fuck, I can’t contain myself anymore.” She threw them to the ground.

They did not get up, overwhelmed, stunned, sore and hurting. All they did was lay down where she had dropped them, breathing and trying to salvage a shred of their dignity. But their composure was shattered, and they were so removed from the moment that even when Ada hunched down and masturbated with Rennard’s body just a few yards above them, they didn’t react, didn’t move, wanting rest and nothing else.

Her orgasm didn’t need long to arrive, the entire fight had been one long build-up for her. Pumping Rennard’s body in and out with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other, Ada shifted on her heels to aim, make sure the cum hit both of them. The cum came in an explosive jet. It looked like some animal marking their territory. Periodic, smaller squirts followed for a horrifyingly long time. So thoroughly tired and defeated were the boys that even when showered on by her liquids, they closed their eyes and mouth and waited it out. They only wanted rest. But the rest took long to come, she had enough in her to recurringly cum for minutes, and even amid the smaller ejections, a large blast would join, pounding their skin. An entire pool was building underneath them, too much for the soil to absorb.

She faltered and fell on her knees, unable to keep balance. Ada screamed out loud at the final climax, echoing off the mountains. The biggest burst of squirt shot out like a geyser, so impressive it literally moved their bodies a few inches.

Ada released an airy moan and lay back, her legs on either side of them. Everyone remained that way for several minutes, Milton and Henry in exhaustion, Ada in the tranquilizing waves of pleasure. Not a word was spoken.

At last one of them moved, Ada, getting up again and standing over them. The boys writhed about somewhat, signs of life.

“Please…” Milton groaned. Using her foot, she picked them up from the puddle of cum and placed them elsewhere. She placed her feet gently upon them, positioning their heads between the big and second toe of each foot. Two of them under her feet and one in her pussy, they had not simply lost, but been demolished.

“How long have you three practiced your magic?” None of them answered her. Ada used her big toes to rub their cheeks. “I’m asking you. How long have you practiced your magic?”

Milton forced the words out of himself. “A few years each.”

Ada gave a delighted hum. “Hmm, a few years each.” She stuck a few fingers inside her and let Rennard’s lower legs stick out. “Do you know how many years I have? Zero. No magic, no training in combat. And look at what I’m doing to you. Look at how powerless you are. How does it feel to lose to a basic girl? This isn’t even close. I can’t believe the things I’m getting away with here, the things I’ve done to you. Some part of me deep down expects repurcussions, that this is simply too much and I’ll pay the consequences for this.” She chuckled. “But there is none! I won’t be punished for this. I can literally do whatever I want with you and there’s nothing to stop it. If I lay down and did nothing, you’d need five lifetimes to repay the humiliation I’ve put you through these days. Look!” She pointed down at them. “I was once your size, and now both of you are stuck under my feet, your friend is inside me. You have no response, and I literally don’t have to do anything. I’m dominating you simply by standing on this spot, by existing. For a human to dominate another human, they usually need so much authority, power, influence. It’s so much harder, and does less. I, a nobody, a farmgirl, can just stand on top of you. Nature really is cruel, isn’t it?”

They had nothing to say.

“Fuck, I’m getting horny talking it up like this. Why don’t you start licking my toes? We haven’t tried that yet.”

“No,” Milton said, raising his head over her toe to shout over to her other foot. “Don’t do it, Henry.”

“I won’t. We’re not listening to her.”

She chuckled. “That’s fine, I only need your bodies, and you’ll come around eventually. In fact, I like that you have the mind to resist, that you have the self-respect. It turns me on even more to know these are smart and independent creatures I’m doing this to. It would be boring if you just surrendered and did whatever I said.” Again she rubbed her toes against their cheeks, almost caringly, like a mother’s soft touch.

“Listen, I want you to talk with me now,” Henry said, done catching his breath. “Tell me what you want. You can’t do this to us out here forever, you have to return to the farm eventually. There are no guards in the farm anymore, we know they left. The only reason you managed to keep us hidden is because we needed to stay low. Now, you have no leverage over us. You can’t keep all three of us hidden there.” They could only hope that she spent the silence understanding the logic behind his words, thinking, reconsidering.

“That’s gonna be my problem,” she said.

“Well, tell me a solution then! There is no plan to this. You have nothing left, you can’t take all three of us back and hope to continue as you have been. We will make noise, break loose.”

“Humans from Humius in here without a reason? It won’t help your situation to be discovered like that.”

“We don’t care what it means for us, we will do it to spite you, so you don’t get what you want.”

“You won’t.”

“You wanna take that bet?”

That gave her some pause. She gave their heads another toe-squeeze.

“You need a long-term plan,” Henry said. “I know you don’t enjoy your life, and even if you don’t admit it, becoming an offgiant and having to work under close watch in Gintessa isn’t the life you expected. I know that fucking with us is one of the few pleasures you’ve had in a long time. But this isn’t sustainable. Tell me a long-term plan. We’re getting hungry, thirsty, surely you as well. We can’t be out here forever, and you can’t keep us hidden in the farm for your own use.”

The expression she had showed none of the smug playfulness with which she’d toyed with them lately. Ada stared off into the distance; Henry’s words had certainly accomplished something.

Both of them were under her feet, covered in her drying cum, and their friend was inside her pussy, and somehow a conversation was being had.

“I’ve thought about running away,” Ada said. “East, where I can be free.”

“You mean criminal,” Milton said. “It’s a wild place full of outlaws. It’s known that desperate offgiants go there in escape from the organised west. You’re just gonna fall into the same trap as everyone else?”

“It’s a freer life. I refuse to work here for eight more years until I gain citizenship. In the east, I’ll have choice now, I can make something of myself now. It’ll be hard, but it’s possible. Here, it’s not possible.”

“Ok, then go,” Milton said. “Take our blessings with you. We have a home to return to.”

She didn’t say anything at first, wiping the side of their head with her big toe once again. “You’re coming with me.”

“Please, don’t,” Henry said. He would have gotten on his knees and begged if he weren’t trapped. “Let us go. I beg you.”

“Right now, except for that gown over there, I have nothing. All I have is you. And this isn’t just about my pleasure. I am now on the run, I am desperate. As much as I enjoy having you around, I think I’ll have to sell you there. I need money.”

“Sell us?” Milton shouted. “That’s not allowed!”

“In the east, it definitely is. It’s looser.” The big and second toes started fondling their cheeks caringly, as if trying to soothe them. “I don’t hate you, but I need money. I’m the most important person in my life now. I wish I could provide for all of us and have you along with me, but I can’t.” She walked, both of them stuck under her feet. The cum on their bodies were drying, plastering them to her soles. Henry tried to get a few words in, but every footstep cut him off. Their kidnapper put her gown on and traveled eastward. Home was getting farther and farther away.