Cobra
A hand touched his shoulder. Johnson rounded up and could discern his wife who bestowed him a warm smile. Tears filled his eyes.
‘I miss you, miss your green inquisitive eyes, that contagious laugh, the smell of your curly hair lying all over my face in the morning, and above all your unbearable habit to make me do things I hate, like forcing me to dance with your mother on Christmas Eve.' He produced a simpering smile.
Behind his wife manifested someone else.
‘Princess…’ He was barely able to produce the word, overwhelmed by emotion with the sight of his little girl.
‘Please… come here… Let me see you… hug you.’ Those vivid eyes of the eight-year-old glanced at him, emanated nothing but love and admiration.
‘I don’t deserve your love, am not worthy of your attention. Even so, please, let me be with you, together, like the old times.' His wife raised his chin with her soft hand and looked him in the eyes.
‘We will… eventually, but not today. Because today you have to WAKE UP!!’ Her warm voice distorted in a raspy male voice. A grown up smack landed upon his face, his ear whistled.
‘Grab my hand you cock sucker, NOW!’ Zorban stood over him looking down upon with a stretched-out hand. Johnson shook the daydream from his consciousness. All around him men we’re shouting and running in panic. The giantess… He recollected. He gazed up and witnessed a ridiculously large feminine ass, ready to squish them all. Both Zorban and Johnson’s arm clenched together in a firm grip. He doddered in pain with Zorban’s sturdy arm dragging him to safety. After a long primal roar, he plumped him down just before the city sized curvy backside of Sophie imploded all around them, darkness loomed, and a strong scent of body lotion accompanied by the smell of womanhood overwhelmed them.
‘I’m alive? I’m alive!’ Jackson laughed uncontrollable.
‘Where the hell are we?’ Another voice spoke.
‘Would someone put up a light please.’

A light illuminated and its beams darted out on all sides to brighten up their surroundings. On one side, a positively huge wall of red-colored fabric could be discerned. Its perfectly entwined strands started from the floor, climbed all the way up, until it vanished in the outstretched darkness overhead. A penetrating aroma emanated from it. Smells like cunt.

Facing the other way, two massive skin colored facades rose up sky high until they met in the middle leaving a long dark slit. On one side the slit kissed the red fabric and on the other it stretched out endlessly. Together with the skin walls alongside, it formed a triangle-shaped tunnel. A feign small dot of daylight in the far distance announced the end of it.

‘Judging by previous events, this peculiar surroundings, intense heath, and of course this wonderful feminine smell that drives even the most courteous gentlemen among us into an unscrupulous rapist, I say we hit the jackpot.’ Miller announced

‘Meaning?’

‘Think man. We are trapped in the gap under this woman's voluptuous thighs, right in front of her pussy.’

Johnson ripped his attention away from the conversation between his friend and a comrade.
He panted heavily and tried to stand up, until a rough pair of fingers suddenly clenched Johnson’s hair. Zorban's scare-face boomed up close out of nowhere.

‘You are NOT in my debt!’ He spat in his face. Subsequent to that followed a head-butt smashed against the lips.

‘I owed you one.’ With that he stood up and walked off.

Johnson spat out a clutter of blood accompanied with one of his teeth.

‘Son of a…’ He attempted to stand up all clumsy. ‘Everyone alright?' He shouted in a hoarse voice.

‘Well beside the crew members of Bleak Tiger and Dazzling Starbust who crashed and found a horrible dead after some teen girl walk-by, miraculously enough only Cortez got crushed under that tight juicy giantess ass.’ Miller announced all sarcastic ‘I assumed he was unable to walk off due to his leg I suppose.’ He eye-balled Zorban when saying that.

‘Ah what the heck, he’s better off this way.’ Zorban acted all nonchalant. ‘He would be a cripple anyway.’

That's because you made him into one!’ Miller shouted.

‘Are you so eager for a treatment too Miller?! Just say the word!’ Zorban rasped.

‘Just shut up! Both of you!’ Johnson was able to stand up and found his strength again.

'Listen...'

‘Yeah listen everyone, our great commander is speaking.’ Zorban said. Johnson ignored him.

‘Doc, you alright?’ Doc nodded.

‘Great, patch everyone up who needs medical assistance.

‘Does that includes you too sir?’ He asked uncertain. Johnson didn't expect that question

‘Yeah that includes me too, but safe me for last.

‘How noble of you.’ Zorban grinned in contempt.

Promptly, they heard the sound of someone chanting in the distance.

‘Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of Goddess Sophie’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. All nations will come and worship before you, my Goddess; they will bring glory to your name. For you are great and do marvelous deeds; you alone are God…bla bla bla…’

‘Who the hell is that?’ Johnson was irritated.

‘Oh that?’ Jackson answered. ‘Its just our technician, Wade, appears like he found a new religion.’

‘Would someone be so polite to shut him up please. It annoys me.’ Zorban scorned.

‘Be my guest.’ Miller gestured with his hands towards Wade in an over-the-top courteous manner.

‘I could, but you wouldn't like my method.’ Zorban spat onto the floor.

‘Its not your methods I despise, its just you.’

Zorban was about to assault Miller. The latter rapidly pulled out his gun.

I have had enough! Johnson thought. Like his team didn’t have enough trouble as it is, then these two halfwits decide to rumble. In a swift motion, Johnson grabbed two rifles from his comrades standing next to him and aimed it both at Miller and Zorban.

‘If any of you move only a single muscle I WILL blow your brains out!’ He shouted in all seriousness.

Zorban squinted at Johnson and then at Miller and pointed his finger to him. ‘You better keep that gun close boy.’

He hushed off, plumped on the floor, and lighted a cigarette.

That friction between those two is gonna get us all killed.

Wade’s chanting still continued. Johnson glanced at Miller and nodded towards Wade with begging eyes. ‘If you please...’ Miller understood the message and acknowledged his nod, stuffed the gun away and walked off towards Wade.

‘Miller’ Johnson called out. Miller turned around.

‘I’m sorry.’ He said

‘Don’t mentioned it.’ Miller gave a laughless wink.

Miller

With a firm strode Miller commenced his journey towards Wade. In the gloom, he saw his meager stature bending down on his knees in a preach. Its chanting became louder with every step he approached. He still thought about his clash with Zorban from a minute ago.

I should have taken him out the moment he demobilized Lashley's knee, the bastard.

He hated Zorban for a reason and not just because he was so unkind towards his best friend Cobra or anyone else. It was a sense of deep-rooted envy what fueled his rage towards Zorban. Envy about the 'unbreakable' bond Cobra and Zorban had for years before the latter’s face got decorated with a scare during a fight against one of those freakish human insects. Blood brothers they we’re, praised by the nation for their countless heroic acts, one of them taking out three intruding humans, which terrorized a village.
Furthermore, Zorban was everything Miller was not. Although Zorban didn’t possessed Johnson’s raw power, the combination of his athletic and brawny stature granted him the strength of an ox and the agility of a cheetah.
Regardless of his aversion for Zorban, Miller just couldn’t deny the admiration he felt for his courage and soldiers pride.

Zorban was a true warrior, a killing machine and a life saver. Many children strolling this planet would not have been born if it wasn’t for him. Even so, in the end Zorban was just a jerk who despises weakness and only respected the strong. Miller always felt like his weakness was the most prominent reason why Zorban loathed him instead of being angry about the fact that he replaced his former position as Cobra's right hand. It could also be an accumulation of the two, but for Miller, it would have felt better if it was only the latter.

Approaching Wade, he pushed aside his puzzled thoughts and focused on his mission again. Wade being their technician, it was his job to maintain their communication with HQ and keeping track of the foreign voices they tried to find. And now here he found him, on his knees, all merged in his new believe. Preaching in his most reverent manner.

‘Trust only in the one true God with all thy heart and lean not on thy own understanding, embrace the love of Sophie, our ultimate savior. Bla bla bla…’ Wade continued his interminable sermon. He didn’t even notice Miller standing next to him.

How on earth does he recite all those verses out of his head? I thought he was an atheïst. Miller pondered while admiring the smooth skin of Sophie’s inner thigh and snuffed up some of her tempting aroma, pleasurable sensations started to rose up around his groin area.

Unexpectedly a firm hand grasped for his shirt and yanked him down. Wade’s deranged bloodshot eyes filled his purview.

‘You’re here for the initiation?’ He asked.
‘Initi... what? Let go of me you idiot!’ Miller wrenched himself free from Wade’s tight grip.

‘What the hell are you doing here anyway? We’ve got a situation. Communications are all bust up. We need your ass asap to fix it!’

‘Minor… minor problems.’ Wade whispered, turning his gaze slowly away from Miller. He resumed his preach once more

‘Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of Sophie almighty bla bla bla…’
That’s it, no more mister nice guy. Miller thought. He roughly grabbed Wade by the arm to drag him along.

‘Okay, enough with this Sophie idolization. The hot wench is nothing more than a…’

‘BLASPHEMY!’ Wade slapped Miller on the cheek.

‘Don’t tell me you just hit me now.’ Miller reacted all indignant.
‘Forgive this infidel oh all powerful Sophie for he doesn’t know what he is saying.’
Miller reached for his gun and aimed it towards Wade.

‘Fix. communication. now.’
Wade wasn’t impressed. He didn’t even show fear and continued his preach.

‘Fear not them, which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: rather fear HER who can destroy soul and body in hell.’

Miller sighed, Well; this is going exactly according to plan, not. Let’s try something different.

‘What gives you the idea that Sophie is a God anyway?’ Miller asked

‘THE God, boy… THE God. A vision in my dreams opened my eyes. A vision in which I saw things… revelations. Perhaps Sophie doesn’t know it yet, but she is destined to rule our world.’

This time Miller wasn’t impressed. ‘She already rules over us, as every other Brobdingnagian does. They are practically indestructible to us so-called Lilliputians and can do with us as they please. No law is going to change that.’

‘Who says I’m only talking about Lilliputians here. I said she will rule the world, that includes the Humans and all of her fellow Brobdingnagians too. We are on the dawn of a new age, the era of Sophieism, up on which she and her daughters will reign with an iron fist. Only those with the purest of faith will be allowed to bath in their inexhaustible pool of grace.’
Miller couldn’t believe his ears. ‘You truly are mad aren’t you?’

Sophie

While Johnson and his cronies we’re busy fixing things below Sophie’s marvelous thighs, she herself intended to catch up on her daughter for a chitchat. Sitting down on the bed beside her, she saw Madison conversing to someone through face-time. Must be that Lilliputian girl again I presume.

‘Oh hi mom! You need something? One moment please, I’m busy talking to Ashley. She just told me about the shooting contest she won when she was only 12, most contenders we're adults, can you believe it! She’s the coolest! don’t you think?’

Sophie heard it all, but didn’t listen. She didn’t care a bit about the meaningless achievements of some trivial Lilliputian girl. On top of that, it appeared her daughter actually admired this girl and a friendship seemed to get formed between them. It concerned her.

If I knew this would happen beforehand, I would never have given her the city. Pesky little dustmites.’

‘That sounds pretty impressive sweety. Hey listen, have you talked to Denise and Kathy lately? I haven’t seen them in a while.’

Madison looked at her in disgust.
‘Denise is a whiner and Kathy only bosses me around. She even suggested to let the inhabitants of my city to manicure her fingernails, like they are some kind of servants, tsssk’

That’s still better than befriending them.

‘Denise is not so bad, you guys always had so much fun together.’ Sophie tried again. Madison appeared to pay the slightest attention to her mother’s notions.

‘I’ll call you later this evening Ash, your so gonna get it this time with Candy Crush!’

‘Honey listen, I’m a bit worried of you constantly speaking with this Lilliputian gi…’

‘People mom! They are people, just like you and me, only smaller. They deserve to be treated with respect.’

‘Okay let's assume they are like us, what are you gonna do with her anyway? Hang out with her at the mall?’

‘Well maybe I will.’

Bzzzz… Bzzzz… Went Sophie’s phone buzzing. She picked it up, a message. Crap, what does this shrew of a Melanie wants from me this time?

‘Something important mom?’ Madison reacted to her concerned frown.
Sophie quickly juggled up a warm smile upon her pretty face.

‘Nothing that is of your concern.’ She planted a kiss on her daughter’s cheek and took one last glance at the micro city sprawled out in front of them in all its gloriousness. The city where her daughter’s apparent best friend lives.

‘Sorry about what I said, I hope you have fun with this Ashley girl, just don’t forget you also have a life outside of your bedroom.’

A sudden small tickling sensation crept up on Sophie's vulva. Unknown to her, two of Cobra’s men just couldn’t restrain themselves after being exposed to the wonderful sight of Sophie, the sultry voice of Sophie and the irresistible scent of the cunt of Sophie.
For men being weak in de presence of a beautiful woman, all their ability for logical thinking shut down and made place for mere primal instinct with a monstrous sexual drift in the vanguard. Explorations had to be undertaken, conquerings had to be achieved.

After struggling through the red knotted maze which was Sophie’s underwear, they reached the inner area. All moistly with an almost unbearable radiating body heat. But the smell...Oh God! it was literally heaven to them. In here, they could basically taste the flavor of Sophie’s cunt just by inhaling. It drove them to insanity. They wanted this woman so badly.
The only way to deal with that was to turbo drill their cocks and launch off a healthy load of pleasure seeds.
Then they saw it, all around them, several wrecked up military vehicles glued up against Sophie’s building sized pubic hairs, a number of death bodies scattered all over. They even recognized some of them.

‘Are some of them still alive?’ Sophie mumbled. 'It was days ago.'

‘You said something mom?’ Madison asked.

‘Huh? Oh, no nothing Maddy, enjoy your day, I have to go.’ Sophie stood up and left the room and with that, gave Cobra’s team some airspace.

Cobra
After Sophie had left. The team evaluated their situation. With two choppers down, including their crew of 18 men, only 16 of them remained. Mysteriously enough two soldiers we're MIA, dropped of the earth into nothingness. No one had a clue about their fate.
Communications we’re up and running after Zorban ‘persuaded’ Wade to fix it and wonderfully the two other chinooks stayed unharmed. That was not to say for one of the humvees, who got compressed under Sophie’s unstoppable ass.

‘Alright people, grab your gear and make haste to embark. We are leaving. A Brobdingnagian bed is a bad place to stay.’ Johnson called out.
He walked around to make sure nothing was left behind. Miller joined in beside him.
‘We board Slutwing again?’ Miller asked.
‘Mmm.’ Johnson acknowledged. ‘Zorban and his crew are taking Eaglebitch.’

Miller chuckled and shook his head. ‘Slutwing and Eaglebitch… who came up with these names anyway?’

Jackson walked by and gave him a meaningful smile.

‘Of course, I should have known, nutcase.’