"Face the justice of the LORD, slaver!"

The crack of a gunshot followed the woman's throaty proclamation. I felt the small lump of my rider slump to the side, before sliding down the side of my shaved head and the stump where my arm used to be. Or where I was told it used to be. Automatic gunfire sounded from the maintenance trestle next to me; I sobbed softly to myself as the sound of the shots and ricochets against the concrete walls hurt my sensitive ears, but the tears built up faster than they could drain through my blinders and soaked my eyelids in salty liquid.

"Damn you Brown! Hell's a-comin' for you today!" It was the familiar voice of one of my handlers, but revved up into a roar I had only ever heard him use towards a disobedient mount.

There was nowhere to hide in the small room that doubled as my sleeping quarters and bathing room. Without hands, employees of the mistress would clean the daily accumulated grime on my body from the steel platforms arranged around the room. I wasn't exactly sure what the extent of the platforms were since when my blinder mask was taken off for maintenance, the handlers shut the lights off and worked with flashlights to prevent my eyes from being hurt by the influx of light. All I knew was that they were comprehensive enough for the handlers to be able to give my entire body a refreshing clean. As laying down at my size took up a tremendous amount of space I slept upright, resting my head on curled knees.

As a bullet hit my exposed breast, I screamed and thrashed around. One of the platforms crumpled against by lithe back. There were screams as one of my human handlers tumbled down several stories, before landing on the hard floor with a sickening crunch. The stinging scent of spent gunpowder filled my nose as more shots were fired, staining the air I was beginning to hyperventilate.

"Soo-ee! You'll never take me alive, slavers, for GOD is with me!" Another salvo of bullet whizzed past my head; I realized in horror my handlers were using my massive body as cover. What were they doing? Weren't they supposed to protect me? The bastards!

In anger at their betrayal and the overstimulation, I let out a blood curdling scream, and thrust my entire body against the wall. Every treacherous human caught behind me was reduced to a grimy stain on my back and ass, entombed in deformed steel.

"Whoo! Atta' girl, give 'em hell!"

The unfamiliar woman's voice egged me on in this state of panic. Even though I couldn't stand beyond a crouch in this concrete box, I raised myself up and screamed my lungs out as I rolled my body against all four walls. I couldn't tell if the people or the steel platforms screeched louder as I rolled my tons and tons of sinewy flesh against the unforgiving walls. When I had finally finished the only sounds in the room were my heavy panting and my sweat dripping down onto the floor.

What had I just done? Oh god, the mistress... she didn't take kindly to disobedient giantesses, not to mention the laws against harming, let alone outright killing humans. I had just sealed my death warrant.

Slow clapping drew me away from the imminence of my own mortality.

"Phew... you did a number on those sinners, little sister. I'm impressed. You've got a survivor's spark in you. I knew it was a work of the lord when I got lost in this god forsaken compound. What's your name?"

"I-I, uh..." Mistress had never given me name. She always called me Number 4, as I was her fourth mount. She had even branded it on my chest in case I was ever stolen or lost. "Number 4, ma'am."

She snorted gruffly, "You're a woman little sister, not a prize hog. Hows about I call you 'Flower' for now. Sounds kinda like four I guess, and it suits a pretty young thing like you."

I was happy for once that the heavy, dark mask covered my face as a blush rushed across my cheeks. "B-but mistress had always says I'm the ugliest of her mounts, and if my legs weren't so long..."

"Pfft, mistress. That old hag ain't nothin' but a black hearted slaver. She'll get what's comin' to her in time. But for now... how would you like to be your own mistress, little sister?"

Silence hung heavily between us for a moment. Me? A giantess mount? As my own mistress? How could I ever be anything other than this? This was all I had ever known, I couldn't survive on my own. Mistress fed me, gave me water, tended to me when I got sick, gave me a place to sleep... she raised me from a girl! How could I just give up on that? Betray her trust?

The woman seemed to read my mind and spoke in a tone surprisingly gentle for her rough voice. "Listen Flower, I know it's scary. You've never lived by yourself. If you can call what you've been doin' here livin' at all... But I'm gonna take care of you if you come with me, okay? This isn't my first time rescuing slave giantesses, and god willin' it won't be my last. I know what I'm doing, and I came all this way just for you... I just need you to trust me a little. Just a little. You're a big strong girl, you think you can do that?"

I don't know if I decided myself to take the plunge, or if it was her gentle yet authoritative voice that convinced me. But I meekly nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Alrighty! Let's get this door open and this show on the road!" I could hear the faint sounds of clicking in the distance as she fumbled with the mechanism that opened the door. "And... got it!"

The large hangar door to my quarters rumbled open, with much appreciated clean air rushing in to replace the choking dense gun smoke.

"And miss Flower, none of this "ma'am" business when you're riding with me. The name's Joan. Joan Brown."

I nodded submissively, supressing another 'yes ma'am.'

She chuckled and said, "Now, I'm turned around somethin' awful, do you know how to get out of this hellhole?"

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I ran down the hall as fast as I could. Ms Brown currently was sat on the saddle atop my head hanging on for dear life with one hand, and firing her rifle with the other. I still flinched every time a shot rang out, but I was singularly focused on getting out of here this time. Mistress never let me run inside, and I could see why. Seemingly every other step I felt another crunch under my long, tough feet. Crates, carts, and even humans were caught beneath my unstoppable tread, mashed into unrecognizable stains beneath my muscular and tawny toes. And as much as I hated to admit it, it felt good. Every time I felt another crunch, Ms Brown cheered and celebrated.

"Whoa, whoa little sister watch ou-"

I ran face first into the stable door. I heard the metal groan as I collided with it, and without my arms to stabilize myself I fell flat on my padded ass.

"Flower... Flower! Are you alright?!"

I could feel the little woman had been flung from the saddle, and was currently dangling by my reins in front of my face, shouting to see if I was okay. Several stories up hanging by a rope, but the woman seemed more concerned for my well-being than hers. I felt her scamper against the mask, trying to climb back up, but the waxy surface proved too slick. I had an idea.

"Hold on tight, Ms Brown..."

I flung my head back in an arc, swinging the human in the air for a moment before crashing back onto the top of my head. I waited in silence; had I accidentally killed her?

"Oof, gonna feel that in the mornin'."

I smiled at the quip. For the first time in years, I had actually smiled. And not because someone commanded me to. Relief, joy, fear, guilt, it all mixed into this thick liquid of a feeling that flooded through my body propelled by my pounding heart. In this moment, I felt truly alive.

"Well, little sister, you dinged up that door pretty good. Even if the lock's still intact, it's gonna catch on the wall if we try to open it the regular way. How do you feel about doin' a little demolition?"

I knew she couldn't see my face, but it welled up in determination. "Hang on Ms Brown..."

I shakily got to my feet, almost slipping in the grisly coating on my feet. I took a few steps backwards away from the door, then slammed into it shoulder first as hard as I could! A spike of pain shot up my arm stump as I did and my head became fuzzy from the impact. But I felt the door start to give.

"Number 4! Stop this at once!" The voice of my Mistress rang out through the hall, amplified by a megaphone.

I could also hear the heavy breathing and scraping sound of one of Mistress's lifters crawling towards me. I was lucky I couldn't see the giantesses made into lifters; from what I had gathered, their legs were removed and only one of their arms was left intact to assist in construction and moving heavy objects. I could never imagine life without my legs. They were my everything.

"Little sister! The door! Damned sinners sent another slave after us!"

I balanced on one foot and started kicking the door down. I felt it buckle more and more with each kick of my foot.

"C'mon Flower, ram it down! She's almost in reach!"

Taking a deep breath, I stopped my barrage of kicks. As I stepped back I felt a callused hand wrap around my ankle. Before she could tighten her grip I screamed, and charged forward with all my strength.