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Although she promised his colleague that everything would be fine, there was no way Atta could guarantee the future of both. When they were finally released from the giantess' pocket, they immediately gained a new dungeon, much worse because then they found themselves trapped in a fetid environment loaded with paper cylinders, which they soon realized was a pack of cigarettes. Atta recommended that Padius wear his gas mask.

In this inhospitable environment they waited for what seemed like hours, immersed in darkness and equally shaken physically and morally, they spoke little. Atta did not want to show weakness to Padius, although he also did not know how to cheer him up, so he preferred to keep silent in order to ensure his impassibility. As for the boy, he felt bad for having shown so much vulnerability before, it is true that Atta was a more talented military, but was also younger and on top a girl. He did not lie when he said he needed her, but his insides punished him for insisting that it was his duty to protect her, that he was a man and also older.

Flavia at this time was having dinner with the family, her mother returned to the townhouse just before dusk and reported that the wound in her sister's eye had not caused permanent damage. So the three women sat at the table with their father, Solano, a 40-year-old white man. During dinner the girl was so anxious to play with her prisoners that bad paid attention to events. Her mother complained about the sting in Aghata's eye, which she often whined about as she tried to unprolifetically explain that she saw tiny humans on the ground and they attacked her. And the patriarch of the family complained about the daughter having repeated year once more and so remain in high school despite already being 18 years.

When the dinner was finally over, the mulatto went to the dishes to wash and perform other small household chores. Her sister tried to talk to her but Flavia only kissed her eye patch, lightly, and said she had to go finish her schoolwork; it was just an excuse to go entertain her captives, but little Aghata found herself forced to believe it and let her sister go up to her room.

Flavia's room was at the top of the townhouse, right next to her parents' room, whose wall they shared. Both rooms also had an exit to a shared balcony, which was adorned by a colonial-style braided iron parapet and was adorned with several tropical flower pots, about everything "with me no one can".

Arriving in her room, the young woman went to her dresser and opened the panty drawer, stretched her arm to the bottom and took her pack of cigarettes. Her father didn't like her smoking or drinking, but the habit was shared with her mother so she didn't think it was fair to be the only one censored. She usually kept a pack hidden which turned out to be useful for hiding her prisoners while carrying out mandatory interactions with her family members.

Finally the light entered the dungeon where Atta and Padius were already exhausted for a day that seemed to have no end. Flavia smiled when she saw her little ones inside, strangely at first because now they were both masked, but it was not long before she realized which Padius was, the slight difference in height and the fact that he remains without a helmet. The young woman then walked to her bed as she spoke. **Hello, pets! ** She smiles. **I hope it didn't make a bad impression!**

The girl sat on the bed and crossed her legs, depositing the pack of cigarettes in front of her shin. Then Flavia stretched her fingers to pinch her prisoners, those who could not resist since their cloister was narrow and evil could move in it without colliding with each other or with cigarettes. One by one the teenagers were removed from the box and deposited between the walls of brown meat that were the huge thighs of the girl. 

**Take off your masks, pets, I want to see your faces!

Padius in an instant tore off the mask and Flavia smiled as she reviewed the face of her "crush" printed on that homunculus, but Atta removed the mask and felt that the giganta's request still covered her helmet. She then removed the protection of her head and for the first time the monumental girl could observe the countenance of her first prisoner. She smiled as she poked Atta's head, **how cute you are! What's your name?**

Just as Padius Atta was a blond girl, she tied her hair in a not too long ponytail that went down to the right side of her shoulder. His nose was straight and thin and his eyes were blue and sweet, although at the time they were extremely serious. She was not comfortable with Flavia's huge finger stroking her hair, but if she hoped to dialogue with her it was necessary to make a good impression.

**My name is Atta, and I am...** But Flavia interrupted, **And you little man? What's his name?** , Padius only answered his name, he was more visibly tense, but tried to maintain composure. And the giantess continued: **Padius? Atta? Oh, my God, what horrible names! ** She laughed, then proceeded to caress the boy.

**I do not know where you came from, but I think I will stay with you**, decreed the giantess in an affable tone, as if talking to children. Obviously the military did not react very well, ** What? How so? ** Said Atta, **You can not stay with us, we have to leave!**. Flavia then looked scornfully at the girl and said, **although? You're cutie! A cute pet that even you wouldn't survive outside. If you see it right I'm doing you a favor!**. Atta looked at her with a scowling look and clenched her fists, she did not know how to react to Flavia's insults, so she needed to think. And Padius realizing the silence of the partner decided to intervene.

**Mug... We need your help... Our... Our platoon... ** 

**Don't say anything to her!** Interviu Atta, which Flavia disapproved, **Let him speak, little girl, I want to know!**. Atta approached Padius and said clearly tense, **We cannot give details to her! Information is a valuable weapon!**

Flavia was annoyed by Atta's posture and without warning stretched her fingers to grab the girl. Atta was suddenly lifted by the powerful fingers of the mulatto, who led her to her face imprinting on the mind of the little girl the sinister weight of her immense frown.

Atta momentarily froze, each facial muscle of the larger girl looked like a predator about to dismember her. She felt one of the greatest reliefs of her life when that violent expression dissipated from the colossal countenance to be immediately replaced by a condescending smile. **I scared you?**

Flavia then deposited the little one on one of her feet, just outside the wall made by her legs, and turned her attention to the captive on the inner part of her lower limbs. **Tell me everything, little Padius, and if I realize you're lying I will punish your friend!** , Padius was astonished, did not know how to proceed, after all revealing information would be treason for Atta, but to retain them meant subjecting Atta herself to know what torture Flavia had prepared. 

**Girl, please...**, **Call me Flavia, cute!**, she interrupted, **Alias, cuddly, I did not like her name at all... I'll call you Henry, will I?**. Padius did not know how to react, but soon the giantess continued, **Then Henriquezinho, what is so important that little Atta does not want you to say?** , In doubt, he was silent. **You will not collaborate, cuddly?**, more silence of the boy. **As you wish!**

Flavia reached out to Atta, who was prepared for this moment. She did not know what the promised punishment would look like, and if on one side she did not want to receive it, on the other she knew it was too early to appeal to the guns. Then she just dodged the black phalanges of the mulatto and rolled back, retreating again and again to the annoyance of the giantess.

After all Flavia lost her patience and spread her legs, providing a visual spectacle for the girl who momentarily bewildered and bad could react when the immense sensual forms voted to close this time with their extremities extremely close to her body. Atta was pressed between the pink soles of the mulatto giantess, who looking at her in that situation did not take long to exchange her grudge for a sarcastic smile.

**Atta!** , shouted the boy, **release her! You'll hurt her!**, Flavia stretched her index finger and pimped on the little man, while with a sweet voice said, **I will not hurt her! You go, Henrique! Or you can just tell me and I'll let her go!** , **okay! What she didn't want me to tell her is that there are more of us! Now release her!**, but Flavia did not let go.

She kept holding Atta between her feet, not pressing her too hard as it was not her intention to bump the girl, but squeezing enough for Atta to vocally express her pain. The little girl tried not to scream but the pressure on her body, the heat and the smell; all this made her imprisonment a painful and unpleasant experience. The sweat from Flavia's foot began to pinch the skin of the girl, who was very sorry to have removed her mask since now she was aspiring countless doses of the musky smell of the young Bahian's foot.

She did not want to give in, but she could swear that Flavia was gradually increasing the force with which she held her between her clear soles. She heard when Padius told her what Flavia wanted, and was frustrated when she still had to remain trapped between two feet as big as tanks. She for a moment fell into irrationality and decided that she should target Flavia at least once...

**Release her!**, shouted Padius once again, but Flavia just smiled and said: **Henry, you did not ask please!** , please! Release my friend!**, when he said please the Bahian laughed loudly - perhaps louder than he should - and with a condescending gaze continued, **Fuck! You really asked!** And just for fun she used the indicator to knock Padius on his back on the mattress. 

**Why did you do this? I'm collaborating!** he pleaded, to which the giantess only commented, **ahh, how cute!**. Padius got up, he finally realized that Flavia was only playing with him. Then the girl again knocked him down with her finger and asked, **are you soldiers? How many of you guys are here? Where's the others?**

Padius tried to get up to answer, but once again was thrown against the mattress, he said, he understood that Flavia did not want him standing so he just tried to answer to her in hopes of helping Atta. 

**I don't know where my platoon is, but yes... We're soldiers. We arrived on this planet in a flying saucer, where the rest of the battalion is. Our ship needed repairs so several platoons split up to find parts for maintenance. Me and Atta have lost touch with others and now we need help!  that's all I know!

Flavia spent time thinking about what she heard, reflecting on all this miraculous information, she ended up loosening the prison of flesh in which she kept Atta and slowly but desperately the girl could crawl out of the fetid trap. When he broke free, Atta fell face down on the mattress breathing heavily and urgently. Her muscles were sore and her morale shaken, she could not believe she had descended so low in such a short time. And that foolish idea continued to gain space in his brain, even though it was incompatible with the dominant thoughts.

**So you are ETs? ** asked the giantess **Type of Mars?**, and Padius still sitting on the mattress tried to answer, **technically we are not ETs, but yes, we are aliens.**, Flavia did not understand, so she was upset, **are you making me angry, pet?  same shit!**. **No! I explain... We are aliens, but we came from another Earth. So we are not ETs because ET means extraterrestrial and by definition we are...** But he never finished his prayer, Flavia crippled herself and struck a blow at the mattress causing Padius to jump back and shut up.

**I've heard enough, now let me see... ** She looked at Atta still fallen and pathetic and for the first time paid attention to the fact that she was carrying a rifle in the bandoleira. She reached out to Atta and made Padius protest, but soon he stopped when he saw that the giganta's target was the rifle and not Atta's corpuscle. But as the rifle was attached to its owner, Flavia ended up lifting Atta's inert body before shaking her hand and knocking him down. Atta was left without his gun, much to his chagrin.

**You will not need this toy, short.**, said Flavia as she approached the Atta gun to her eyes to better analyze the piece. She recalled that Padius had shot her before and the feeling was like the sting of an aculeado, then she imagined that this tiny weapon was probably functional and finally an information popped into her mind.

**It was one of you who shot my sister?**

There was no answer, Padius feared for what Flavia would do when she found out and Atta was processing everything that happened. Moreover she was furious that Flavia had taken her rifle, it was not for her a simple weapon. This rifle had Gairu's name written on its butt, for it once belonged to the colonel, when he was still captain. He gave it as a gift to Atta in his last graduation. This rifle meant that a part of her hero was with her and seeing him taken without being able to resist caused Atta to feel simultaneously humiliated and summoned. She thought she should have shot Flavia in the eye when she had the chance.

**Which one of you shot Aghata in the eye?** the mulatto asked in a harsher tone, and this time there was an energetic answer. **I was! ** Atta got up and looked at the giantess with a furious look, she was sweaty, her hair messy and her skin once very white all reddish. And in his right hand was a pistol, which without hesitation used to shoot in the direction of Flavia.

However, despite being the best shooter in her platoon, she was so exhausted from being tortured, as well as hungry and dominated by animalistic impulses; that her shot did not hit the eye. Flavia was sitting, if she was standing her eye probably wouldn't be an option, but at that distance even with an Atta pistol she would usually hit, but in that case she ended up hitting a nostril of Flavia.

The projectile hit the target violently enough to burn in eventually causing a sneeze, which did not hurt enough to stun the giantess but certainly made her very angry. Then as soon as a gust of air slipped out of her nostrils she wiped away the residual mucus particles on her lips and looked at Atta with the same frown as before, but this time the little one did not back down. Fatigue, hunger, and primitive anger temporarily blocked his fear. Which wasn't good...

Flavia stretched out her hand, Atta dodged her fingers and shot other times but this time more desperately. Padius tried to calm her down but she didn't even hear his words. In the end Flavia was so pinched in the skin that she screamed and got out of bed irritated. She stood at the height of her forty meters ready to strike a fist at the little one.

Atta was tired, did not know if she could run away again, Padius tried to beg but the expression of Flavia was impassive. Then she violently knocked her fist against the mattress targeting the girl five years younger. Atta froze and folded her arms over her face in a vain attempt to soften the impact.

But before Flavia hit the little one a voice called and she, surprised, deflected the blow unintentionally. Then she looked back, it was her father who asked bravely why she was screaming at this hour. As Flavia did not want to reveal her secret she made up some excuse, luckily the man did not notice a couple of tiny teenagers in the daughter's bed.

Atta opened her eyes trying to understand where the pain that did not come was, she was so relieved when she realized that her body was not shattered that she fell to her knees on the bed and bad could distinguish the colossal figure of the man on the horizon scolding the gigantic daughter. Padius saw the giant, but did not try to get his attention because he believed that it would only be a bigger and bigger problem. Then he just walked towards his companion and picked up his canteen to give her water. Atta drank the water and remembered that she had her own canteen in her terminal.When she opened the bag to pick it up the radio indicated a transmi

ssion:

**Soldier Atta, 2° reconnaissance platoon, listening?**

Continues...