Chapter 2: Goddess on a boat

“Come one sweetie. You need to get out of your clothes, it’s the hour of your massage and I must apply your creams and give you your medicine” pleaded his giantess from behind the small and frail door to their room, which he had managed to close behind him.

Alejandro grumbled and tried to jump into his bed, to no avail. That stupid ship hadn’t been designed with Minors in mind at all. All the doors were too heavy for him to push or pull, and those which opened automatically always led to rooms which had not even one bit of furniture he could use. And that stupid bed had been designed for Cyclopeans’, meaning that even for MAJOR, it would have been impossible hop into without climbing it. The bed was actually almost as tall as he was, but he refused to give in and call for Shannon’s help.

She had truly outdone herself in the plane, wrecking two MAJORS for the most minors of offenses, all because she could. The debate and its aftermath had seriously had a very ill effect on her, and, not for the first time, Alejandro cursed Howard Waid. That old bastard couldn’t simply take his loss and move on, he had had to try and kill him. Without Jim saving his ass, he didn’t dare imagine what would have happened to Shannon. He even shuddered a little from time to time, when she saw how she had needed to touch him to be sure he was truly real the first few days after he got discharged by the hospital.

“Please, my love!” whined the colossus, her enormous body looming behind and above him, the room’s door obviously unable to keep her out.

The young man could almost feel the pull of this body, and the mind it protected, as if it was so dense that gravity fluctuated around it. Waid must have hurt you far worse than the doctors assumed buddy, he thought grimly, because it’s absolutely impossible. Shannon’s just a very massive and very unstable woman. That I love with all my heart but can’t go soft on, otherwise she’ll be totally unleashed and she’ll hurt too many peoples. So he kept ignoring her, his muscles starting to strain under his struggles to climb the bed. Suddenly, he felt a pang of pain in his right shoulder and he yelped.

“Alejandro!” screamed Shannon, her voice drowning his own with ease, her fingers catching him as he fell backward, stopping him and clutching around him to secure his body and lift him off the ground.

“I’m fine” he grumbled, trying to push the enormous digits away, to no avail. Even with all the strength he could muster, which wasn’t as much as he could have because of the pain, he could barely dent the skin; he doubted the giantess even felt his attempt.

“No you’re not! You’re a stubborn little cutie who needs to rest! You’ve just been out of the hospital for a handful of days my love. You can’t exert yourself too much, you were here when the doctors said it! Now, you’ll have to be even more careful than you were supposed to be. I had plans, you know? Now I’ll have to change them, and you’ll have to make it up to me, my little Hierophant!”

“Or what? You’ll crush me underfoot?” he hissed angrily, finally looking at her. “You know that what you did in that plane was wrong Shannon! You have to!”

It was the crux of his actual tension, anger even. Shannon hadn’t simply punished those two MAJORS he didn’t even knew, and who had done so little to apparently insult him that he hadn’t even noticed. No, she had humiliated them, and had let her goon –because he truly couldn’t find a better world, despite Fiona’s friendly behavior the very few times they had talked to each other. And he couldn’t condone it, he had to make a stand, even if he felt even less qualified than ever to do so, not with the way her left foot alone had ushered a new era for him.

He knew it was unfair to accuse her of doing anything to him, but it didn’t change the fact that she could do it to anyone else who wasn’t a Minor without a second thought, and he had to correct it. She was in a very foul mood since he had been beaten black and blue, and he didn’t want to see her fall back on her worst behavior, the like of which had almost killed her own mother. He needed to help her grapple with that, however he could. Even if it is physically painful.

“I wouldn’t do that to you!” whined Shannon, which was a strange vision to see, that gigantic woman holding him in his hands and acting like a young child. “You know that! I get it, I’ve made you upset, but I want to make it up to you!”

“Weren’t you supposed to do that before I came to New Orleans?” viciously asked Alejandro, who did his best to not look at his fiancée’s feet.

They were so big, so powerful; even from up here, he could see their minutes moves, the way her muscles twitched and shifted at she adjusted her stance, the way her toes twitched, almost enticingly. Being angry was all he could do to not succumb to this newfound attraction. It was so unfair, she was incredibly gorgeous everywhere else, and why had she just had to have such beautiful and powerful feet. He felt even more confused now, and it added to his resurfacing insecurity since the debate.

“So, you really love them?” asked the black titaness, shaking him out of his trance.

“Wha… What?” he stuttered, looking up at her and noticing her amused smirk, when he had been expected a frown.

“I said that you really like my feet now. Should my breasts start to be jealous? I must say that I don’t really like the idea of you being so far away from my eyes baby” chuckled Shannon, her fingers slowly caressing his hurt shoulder and his other bruises.

“I don’t know what you’re…” started the young man, but his feeble attempt to deny his sudden obsession with his lover’s feet was shot down by her mind caressing his own deeply into his being.

“Since when are we Bonded!” he screeched, trying his best to raise his defenses, to no avail has Shannon’s presence in his head made him unable to do so.

“I don’t know… I think since we boarded the ship, probably around the moment we went on the footbridge” revealed Shannon. “You were so terrified when it moved and saw the sea that you tried to catch anything able to appease you, and I guess my mind was what did the trick” she added, smiling lovingly at him.

“But… I… I mean, your feet are…” tried the Minor, utterly confused now.

“Glorious? Gorgeous? Powerful? Divine?” asked the black behemoth, cutting him off. Because you thought all those and more in the last seconds alone, she explained, directly into his mind.

“It doesn’t change anything!” yelped Alejandro, who felt his body covering itself in nervous sweat.

The Bond was truly a gift at times, but sometimes – often, if he was being honest- it was really invasive and made his life somewhat harder. That it built a constant connection with Shannon over time was but the icing on the cake, especially since it made Bonding with her now so easy that he didn’t always realize he had. Which is how he landed in situations like this one, in her hands, doing his best to not be aroused by her feet.

“What you did to those two poor women is unacceptable, and I don’t care about what MAJORS do when they are wealthy, or powerful or whatever! I just can’t accept it!” he shouted, doing his best to showcase how upset about the whole thing he had been.

“But you can accept my feet on you, can’t you babe?” teased Shannon, her voice dropping an octave, starting its descent to the low rumbles she used when she teased him sexually, or when they had sex.

“Shannon, please!” pleaded the small man, desperate to reach out to her and make her understand why he was so distressed right now, but he wasn’t sure he could, even with their minds as connected as they were; yet, he felt something change in their Bond, Shannon’s lust retracting, if only a little.

“Okay, okay” sighed the giantess. “But you have to admit that I was restrained in my actions, my love. None of them were seriously harmed. A little over a year ago, Paola would probably had had to be sent to the hospital for weeks. And Fiona was also able to contain herself – the poor girl wanted to do the naughty with Yath for months now, and she never had the chance, so you can be sure she didn’t really hurt her. And you have to accept that when it’s just the two of us, and my employees, I’m an absolute ruler” she added almost absent-mindedly, still dropping an octave, getting extremely close to the low rumble of her sexual pleasure.

“What? Do you expect me to be a cute little pet, or an ornament?” yelled Alejandro, his sudden anger able to repel, if only for a moment, the fire that Shannon’s playful use of her foot had ignited in the plane and which hadn’t entirely been quashed by her further actions.

“No! Of course not!” replied Shannon, her voice returning to normal. “But I want us both to be on the same page: those people work for me, they have to respect you, but I’m the one deciding of their careers – when they work directly under me, of course. And I can’t have you undermining my authority, not like you started to do in the jet my love. It’s dangerous, and for more than just us – and when I mean us, I don’t mean mainly you and a little me, I really mean us.”

“How can being an empathic, understanding and sympathetic human being could bring us harm?”

“In too many ways to list right now” affirmed Shannon, her tone final. “Now, get out of your clothes, love, because you really, really, need your medication and your massage and your cream!” she ordered, adding a little bit of suggestion through the Bond, without crossing the line into submission, as she had done in one occasion already – as far as Alejandro could tell at least.

“Fine! Fine…” he grumbled, letting his fiancée lay him on the bed, which was far too plushy for his taste, the mattress even giving way a little under his minuscule weight, which made him afraid of what would happen once Shannon would rest there with him.

“Wonderful” chirped the Cyclopean. Then, get out of your clothes while I’ll get the creams, okay?”

“Will do” he sighed, trying his best to remove his t-shirt and his jeans without getting up, afraid of losing balance on the moving “ground” beneath him.

After almost a minute or two of struggle, he finally was in only his undies. Turning his head, he noticed that a mirror was just at the right size for him to have a look at his body, something he had kind of tried to avoid for days now. Alejandro grimaced as he saw the patches of brown and bluish skin, the stitches where doctors had closed the small tears that he had earned fighting with the old and half-insane MAJOR.

Even if fighting wasn’t really the words to use. It would have been more correct to admit that he had been utterly dominated by a frail, small and very aged MAJOR and had been absolutely unable to truly mount a resistance. Left alone, he had no doubt Waid would have killed him with just a sprained ankle – perhaps a broken one, if Alejandro had been lucky. More scars to the tapestry, he thought bitterly, moving his arm a little to see how the skin stretched. He hiccupped when pain radiated from his shoulder.

“I just told you to get out of your clothes, not to try some yoga poses!” bellowed Shannon, returning just at the right moment to hear his pain, even if she could probably feel it through their connection.

“I’m fine, Shannon…” he tried, knowing full well that it was in exercise in futility to lie to her with the Bond still active; but he couldn’t help but try. If she didn’t want to cut the Bond, he would act as if she had and hope for the best; he hadn’t many other options anyway.

“So dramatic…” huffed Shannon. “You could stop your tough guy act and admit that you’re in pain and that you need my help. If I had been attracted in brutish partners, I would have fallen in love with a buff Cyclo’, not a cute little Minor” she chided him.

“I’m not made of sugar, Shannon. I won’t die because I try to assess the damage.”

“Sure, you’re not made of sugar, but you still have bruises more than a week old! You need to rest, that’s why we are on a vacation in a private island. So you could get some calm days while we fuck like crazy” she huffed, dropping several bottles and pills on the nearby cabinet.

“And of course, you don’t see how oxymoronic it is to want me to rest and fuck you all day long for a whole week, I suppose?” asked the young man, more rhetorically than anything, shaking his head in desbilief.

“Technically, I think I’ll be the one doing the fucking, love” chuckled Shannon. “After all, I brought your old friend who just loves your cute little asshole…” she teased.

“Okay, no way I’ll let you put creams on my back when you’re basically threatening surprise butt-sex” affirmed Alejandro. “So, if you would be so kind as to put the creams, on, I don’t know, a sponge or something…” he continued, before his fiancée interrupted him, using both her voice and her mind.

“Alejandro Ferrand! You will relax, and let me have my way with you. That’s an order from your boss and a pleading from your future wife. No, lay down, close your eyes and enjoy the show!”

As soon as she had given him the order, he started to relax. The Bond they had was now so deep it was almost impossible to resist a direct injunction like that. He would have had to be prepared beforehand for something like that, but ever since he had come out of his little coma, he hadn’t been fully in the game and it made him an easy target, especially for Shannon, whose whole being always overwhelmed him sensually. He was always on the verge of being a willing participant in all her games just to enjoy her voluptuous body.

“It’s low, using the Bond like that” still complained the Minor weakly, even as he did as ordered.

“I told you when Izzellah returned to Winton. When we are together and Bonded, I intend to use the Bond to protect you, even from yourself. I didn’t during the debate and look where it got you. So stop complaining and let your Goddess do as she pleases with you.”

Alejandro sighed and closed his eyes. He hadn’t the will to resist her, the effects of the Bond were just too powerful to be countered, at least when its was as firmly in place as this one had been. Ever since Izzy and him had kissed, Shannon had been wanting to Bond with him at all time, mainly because she wanted to feel secure in his feelings for her, even if she liked to pretend that it was only to be sure that he was safe and to cheer him up easily if he felt down. A pretense which had become a lot easier and believable for all to accept, even his family, after the beat down at the debate.

“Shouldn’t you put the stuff on your fingers before massaging me?” asked Alejandro when Shannon’s gigantic digits started to explore his back, joyfully playing on his spine, then descending along his ribs, only to end their travel on his legs, scratching them a little.

“I’m assessing the damage and exploring your body” explained Shannon. “I don’t want to hurt you when I’ll massage the creams into your body. I hope you’re up for at least an hour of intense care.”

“Seriously, an hour… Exaggerating much?” sighed the Minor, unable to truly muster his mind into it because of his lover’s orders through the Bond.

The fingers retreated and he finally heard the distinct squirt of a plastic bottle being pressed to realize some liquid. He was prepared for the coldness of the cream on his skin, and hoped that Shannon’s natural warmth would make it bearable. He was thus completely blindfolded when something incredibly heavy and massive and somewhat cold fell on him. He yelped as his body endured the sudden pressure, his bones aching as they tried to accommodate it. He wasn’t able to see what was happening, but he had a definitive theory.

“You’re wrong. It’s not my breasts” affirmed Shannon. “It’s one of them. One and you are helplessly pinned under it” chuckled Shannon, amused by his feeble attempts to get free.

“Shannon, it’s heavy…” grunted the Minor, unable to even move his arm or his legs under the unrelenting pressure.

“Of course it is baby. They weighed 350 kg (771,6 lbs) each three months ago. Now, I’ve grown a lot during that time, I’m 6 meters 66 cm now (21 feet 8 and a half inches) and each are weighting around half a ton!” she revealed, laughing a little. “My own personal wreaking balls and your own pillow, cushions and massage tools” she added, her voice in free fall toward her sexual tone.

“More like two compressors…” whizzed Alejandro, just as the insane weight lifted from his back.

“Come on… They won’t ever be on you as long as they just have been – expect if you want them to be, of course. But I wanted them to remind you that I’m a big woman, in all the senses of the term. I have big attributes, big demands… but I offer big rewards also. Because if you’re a good patient, who bears with me now, you’ll get to play with any part of me you want tonight. Think about it… free reigns to do whatever you want with me…”

Alejandro’s skin tingled, either because it enjoyed the freshness of air, or because of sexual excitation at Shannon’s seductive offer. In spite of himself, even as he knew he was under the thrall of the Bond, something he had come to accept willingly when it was his fiancée, his mind couldn’t help but picture the vastness of his lover, the near infinite possibilities he could have later. He felt her joy and pride in the back of his head that her body was enough to make him consider submitting totally to her just for some opportunity to play with it later on. Still, he was shrewd enough to see the trap and decided to make it works for him.

“I guess it means that when I won’t be able to force your body to do what I want, you’ll do it for me, right? After all, I’m still convalescent, you wouldn’t want me to hurt myself.”

“I… Why you, little rattlesnake” laughed Shannon, shaking her head in amused disbelief. “You really are something, you know that? Of course I’ll play along… but you’re ruining all my hard work to come off as domineering and all-powerful, you know that?”

“Well, what a hard work it must be, just being yourself, you beautiful Goddess” smiled the Minor, trying to look at his lover, but being stopped by her hands.

“No peeking, my little hero” sang the giantess. “You’ll have to imagine my little nipples and small breasts playing with your back, healing it back to full health.

Alejandro sighed and let her lover play with him. He felt her nipple, covered in one of the cream, which smelt like hospital. He tensed for a second when the cold bite into his skin, but relaxed when Shannon’s rock hard nipple pushed into his flesh, quite carefully, pushing a little bit harder where his skin was bruised, but only enough to make the medicine enter his body. He felt knots in his muscles he hadn’t even realized he had, undoing themselves, sometimes strongly enough to make him jerk a little. All the while, his fiancée’s ministrations never stopped.

“Damn” he heard Shannon mutter under her breath, as her mind radiated growing waves of lust.

“Remember that the doctors prescribed some particular products for my bruises” he taunted, “and while some are probably a lot more natural, they aren’t recommended.”

“Fuck!” swore the behemoth, her breath becoming labored. “You just had to tease me like that, eh? Well, time to remind you who’s the boss of whom babe!” she roared.

Before Alejandro could react, he felt his underwear being tore down, and something stretching his ass cheeks. He yelped but even as he tried to wriggle away, Shannon’s inserted one of her fingers right into his anus. Alejandro let out a howl of pain and pleasure alike. Shannon’s digit was incredibly wide, perhaps even bigger than the strap-on she loved to tease and fuck him with. Usually, he would have been able to prepare himself, but just like this day in her office, he simply hadn’t assumed that she would be able to pass from caring for his health to fucking him silly in a matter of seconds.

Definitively bigger! he thought when he felt her flexing her digit inside of her, making him twitch and jerk, moaning a little. He knew that over a year ago, he had never even pictured himself in such a situation, even less liking it, but she had groomed him well, after all. He wondered what would happen after one more year. Or a decade. Would he just accept anything she wanted to do, even the whole rope-slave domination they had tried and he hadn’t liked much. Somehow, not being frightened by this train of thought made him a little afraid.

“Shannon, please!” he screamed, as he felt the tip of her wide finger playing with his prostate.

“Yes, my so minuscule lover?” she asked playfully, as if she didn’t knew perfectly what he wanted.

“Please, it… it’s… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” he roared, when she somehow hit a perfect spot.

His whole body tensed, he didn’t feel anything but the burning fire of the pleasure his Mistress had given him. It wasn’t the first time they did anal, it was a large part of what Shannon loved to do with him in bed, or anywhere even. His pain was forgotten, even her presence in his mind, as thunderous as it was as she herself succumbed to his pleasure, letting out mighty howls. The small part of his mind which was still able to think assumed that she was touching herself, even as she played with his body. But this idea was soon drowned when both their lust peaked.

“Oh no you won’t!’ roared the giantess, deafening him a little.

The Minor felt his anus stretch as it let her finger go, and his whole world turned upside down when he was brutally put on his back. Shannon’s hungry face dominated him for a second, until it retreated far away and one of her foot descended on him and carefully pressed into his lower region, grinding it enough to hint at the whole weigh of her body, while being light enough to not even bruise him. He whined as the rush he had felt started to diminish, only to be greeted by a loud laugh. He felt his lover entering his mind in a more purposeful way to deliver an important piece of information.

You cum when I decide and how I decide, my little man, blared the behemoth inside his skull.

But I need release, he complained, managing to wade his way through the haze of his own thoughts and the glow of Shannon’s. I’m convalescent, you know it. It’s cruel to do that to me!

Cruel? My love, I’m offering you my glorious foot for you to fuck, taunted his fiancée in his mind. Don’t tell me you don’t want to do it… perhaps you want me to make it go away?

“No!” screamed Alejandro, his voice strained by his previous screams and moans, no knowing what he was truly against, his mind blank with lust and pleasure.

“Really? Are you sure? Aren’t my toes too big for you? Or too smelly? Surely you wouldn’t want me to put your delicious little dick between my toes, right?”

Alejandro whined as she did just as she had teased. He had to admit that the sensation, as alien as it was to him, was divine. He had never believed that he could feel something like that with someone’s feet. He didn’t feel utterly enthralled by them, he loved Shannon’s whole upper body, and even her mighty ass, far too much for that, but he couldn’t deny their appeal now. And she knew it, of course. She almost purred in intense self-satisfaction as he gave in to her will and whatever she wanted them to do. He should have felt sad about it, find himself pathetic, but he honestly couldn’t care.

“Hum, when you feel like it, I guess I can’t help but grant you your wishes, my cute little toy” laughed Shannon, squeezing his penis between her big toe and the next.

Alejandro let out a roar of pleasure as she moved her foot slowly; he himself started to hump with all his might, enjoying the way the crevice felt as he increased his speed. The chuckles of his lover fell from high above him, somehow making him even harder. Finally, in an all-powerful scream, he came violently, and felt his seed gush out from his member, who remained hard as if it was willing to go at it again. The Minor felt spent, but when he noticed it, he refused to give up and clutched her big toe with his hand, trying to force it to stay in place.

“Oh baby” cooed the black Cyclopean. “It isn’t going anywhere, cum as much as you want.”

Alejandro didn’t need to hear it twice. He desperately fucked Shannon’s feet, he grunted as his body tensed, and while he knew he was probably hurting himself even more, while he knew that he was giving in to Shannon’s belief that she could do whatever she wanted, to whoever she wanted, even if her Bonding experience with Izzellah had broadened her mindset and made her more receptive to the plights of Minors all around the world… He came again, and again. Only once he had emptied his balls, leaving a massive trail of cum on the top of her perfect foot, did his dick finally relented.

“That’s good, you’ve been good my love” sang Shannon, as she leant toward him, looking straight into his eyes as she moved her stained foot toward his head. “Now, lick it clean.”

Alejandro looked at those beautiful eyes he loved so much, the brown and gold in them so perfectly mixed. Eyes were said to be the windows to the soul, but he didn’t need them to know what Shannon felt about him right now. She was madly in love with him, and she wanted him to lick his own sperm of her sweaty foot. If he did that, she would feel so happy. A simple act, heavy with a lot of consequences however. He hesitated, weighting the possibilities. He kept his eyes locked with hers when he closed his mind, finally bringing his full Minor’s abilities to bear.

Shannon blinked and her face grew sad. She opened her mouth and started to move her foot away, but he stopped her with his hand. He felt the slight tremors of her feet, the strain of letting it over slightly above the bed. Her confusion was palpable and it made him smirk. You can dominate all you want my love, in the end, it’s best to remember that I accept it willingly and that I can say no. He didn’t broadcast his thought to her mind, but he was almost willing to bet that she understood perfectly what he was thinking. He hoped she would be able to deem it as acceptable.

Then, without warning, he started to lick her foot clean.

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“I’m blessed” said Shannon has she felt him against her head, his feet firmly planted on her rack.

“Well, you sure are, I mean…” he started, smiling, but she cut him off with a kiss.

“You are my blessing, my love” she explained. “Everything else? The body, the wealth, the influence… I think it is God’s plan so that I could be worthy of you.”

“Yes, of course, it’s all some old beardy dude in the sky who made all of it possible” chuckled the young man, still amused by the way Shannon often brought everything back to her faith.

“I know you are atheistic, or agnostic I guess, but I don’t try to convert you at all. Can’t I get some slack about God’s place in my life?” she asked, quite seriously.

“I guess I can try to make an effort” conceded the Minor. “I mean, you are bringing me to your private island for a week of holidays. It’s worth that, if nothing else.”

“Meany” laughed the MAJOR, making his whole body rock violently, his balance a result of her fingers around his torso and nothing else. “Plus, you’re wrong here. It isn’t my island.”

“Really? You’re paying someone else to go on a vacation?”

“Not really. I own the company who is the major shareholder in the company who is the major shareholder of the own renting the islands and the ships.”

“It’s totally different, yeah” laughed Alejandro.

“Totally.”