Little King (8)

The two servant girls re-appeared with the Queen’s clothing. Mercia was busy dunking and scrubbing the tiny boy in the quickly draining tub. Elenor Stood with her legs spread apart as the girls patted her dry before handing her her undergarments. She took hold of the silky soft panties and slipped her legs into them, one at a time. She slid the garment up to the tops of her thighs, then paused, turning to look over her shoulder at the servant girl.

Mercia hurriedly rubbed Rhancar’s body on the Queen’s discarded towel. She ripped his body free and kneeled before the Queen. She held her hands out, the tiny boy on her palm, her head bowed. Elenor smirked as she reached out and pinched Rhancar between two fingers, raising him to her waist.

‘You’ll get to spend the rest of the day with me, you lucky little pest,’ the Queen chuckled, her sugary sweet voice dripping with malice. With a gentle flick of her wrist, she tossed the helpless little figure between her humungous thighs. He landed in a heap on the soft sling of cotton that was bridged between her legs. He managed to raise his head off of the freshly washed material, his arms sinking into the cloth. On either side of him was a massive column of soft, inviting skin. He rolled onto his back, his skin feeling raw from the ordeal of temperatures that he had suffered. His eyes were a little bleary from his torment, but he could see enough to witness the titanic form above him.

Her legs apart, Elenor’s groin was directly above him, and he knew that he was about to get a lot closer to it. The tower block sized legs converged at the centre of her pelvis. The front part was split, with folds upon fold of the pink and red meat curtains of her vagina. The fleshy canyon was so familiar, yet amazed him every time he saw it. At the bottom of her pussy, the skin came together, forming a long, dark crease of skin that stretched back along her underside and disappeared between the huge mounds of her ass cheeks.

With an exhausted sigh, he watched the giantess grab the waistband of her underwear and tug it up. The cotton rolled him onto his side, but he could do nothing more before Elenor pulled her panties all the way up. He collided with Elenor’s gigantic pussy, the soft, warm flesh sucking him into its embrace. The musk of her pussy was overwhelming, the heavy scent powering over the scent of even the soap that she had just washed herself with.

Rhancar felt the cotton hug the giantess’s form tightly and found his arms and legs pinned against her. The moisture already seeping of her body to coat the fleshy vaginal lips drenched him, lathering him in her odour. He was finding it hard to breathe amidst the stifling heat that radiated from the goddess. Without warning, he was suddenly struck from behind, his face whacked against the enormous pussy.

Queen Elenor patted her crotch with a devious satisfaction as she felt the tiny figure against her sex. She pressed him with a single finger and felt him squirm like the little bug he was. She thought about the long list of petty grievances and feuds that she would have to settle today as she went about her royal duties, and couldn’t help but take twisted joy from the thought of the little pest of a boy being beneath her the entire time. She would demand that the chamber fires be lit twice as large, just so she could enjoy feeling him drowning in her sweat.

She dressed in the rest of her clothing, with a tight corset around her abdomen, to be covered by a long, violet dress, adorned with silver lace designs. Over the shoulders of the dress, her servant girls fearfully laid a thick fur cloak, held around her with a silver chain that spanned across her deep cut neckline. Slipping her feet into a pair of thick, fur boots, she looked herself over in a mirror that Mercia carried before her.

‘You look divine, mistress,’ Mercia crooned, her teeth gritted behind the mirror.

‘That’s enough grovelling, girl,’ the Queen snapped, ‘Clean this room up and then be behind by throne in case I desire you. Go.’

Mercia nodded and hurried off with the mirror in tow. She would have to dress in her black cloak and do the job that the three girls dreaded most. The Queen demanded that one of them remain seated on the ground behind her throne as she went about her duties, just in case she needed something. On most days, she never called on them, so the poor girl chosen would have to sit on the cold stone for hours, not moving or speaking, only to be dismissed as having done nothing all day, or scolded for being lazy. On busier days, the girls would have to perform anything from fetching and feeding food to their ruler, to messaging her aching feet while she met with the various lesser nobles that managed the kingdom.

Mercia had once been ashamed, afraid that someone would recognise her, but she had quickly lost any shred of pride that had once been instilled in her by her mother. Now, all she thought about was where she could get some rest, or a little food, and escape the Queen’s malicious wrath. As she scurried away from the terrifying woman, she took a little pleasure in the fact that at least the shrunken boy was going to suffer more than she was that day.

***

Christine stood before Johnathan, the boy still slouched low in the chair, breathing hard from his excitement. He had not dreamed in his wildest imagination that he would ever see the heart-tugging look of desire that the beautiful girl was giving him, least of all from one such as Christine, but it was really happening. The 18-year-old stopped just before him and spun her back to him. Before he could do a thing, she sat down, gently landing her firm, round ass on the throbbing bulge in his pants. Johnathan moaned softly in ecstasy as he felt her warm, sensational booty on his penis.

‘Now, we’re going to have a little fun,’ she whispered, her voice a song in his ears, ‘And all you have to do it not cum, until I say so. Got it?’

She punctuated her question with a firm but careful push of her hips into the boy and he was powerless to do anything but agree, his hands sweaty and wanting so badly to touch her, but too afraid of messing up this dream-come-true that he found himself living.

Satisfied that she had neutralised the oaf, Christine returned her attention to her newly found plaything, smiling down at Emilina as she pushed off her slippers. She leaned forwards, folding at the waist like a gymnast as she lowered her toy to the ground. Her hips rode up, pushing against Johnathan’s abdomen and emphasising the curves of her butt, pushing the image right up to his face. Johnathan was in heaven and almost lost the internal battle of resisting touching himself. Luckily for him, Christine deposited the dark-haired girl onto the cold stone and sat back into his crotch, stopping him from climaxing but edging him ever closer.

Emilia gasped as her bare legs touched the freezing cold ground. She tried to roll away form it, but the little fabric she wore offered her no protection from the cold. As if a sadistic answer to her subconscious wishes, Christine’s bare left foot materialised above her. Emilina looked up in terror at the giantess’s enormous sole. The sweaty, rippling flesh allowed her to bask in its glory for a moment before falling over her. Emilia opened her mouth to scream, but before she got a chance, Christine stepped on her.

The tiny woman sank into he hot, slimy skin as it smothered her, pinning her to the icy, stone floor. Christine was far more experienced at this game than the helpless tiny. While Emilina panicked and tried in vain to shift the awesome weight of the blonde’s foot, the giantess knew exactly how much pressure she could put on such an insect before they were reduced to a messy red stain under her. It was an art that she had perfected after many … many attempts. She raised her foot just a fraction of a millimetre, allowing the terrified woman on the floor to breathe.

Emilina hadn’t even realised that she had been suffocating, but the giantess had, and didn’t want her toy to miss any of the fun. Christine had mistakenly smothered her victims to death before, and it simply wasn’t as fun to toy with a corpse, when a living, feeling, petrified person would provide so much more entertainment with their futile struggles.

The tiny woman screamed as soon s she had caught her breath, but the sound was too faint for her giant cousin to hear. Even if he had heard, Jonathan was paralysed by the sheer joy of what was happening to him. He had never been very lucky with girls, and scarce few would grind on a man’s lap even if they were in love. Yet here he was, with one of the most desired, beautiful girls in the kingdom, rubbing her perfect ass on his lowly lap. The tiny yell was cut short anyway as Christine replaced her foot, playfully flicking Emilina to the side with her toes.

The tiny girl crashed onto the ground with a grunt as she felt her shoulder and elbow bruise form the impact. She raised her head, looking at the giantess’s foot in fear, but she didn’t see her other foot come up from behind. Emilina shrieked as she was flattened again, knocked tot he floor and forced to breathe and taste the foul sweat beneath Christine’s foot, with enough force to pin her without breaking her.

Christine was loving her new game, pressing the pathetic little bug into her sole until she could swing her across the air to the other side, where she could step on her again. The pointless struggles of the tiny girl made the game that much sweeter. She wished that these bugs could be more durable, it would certainly make playing with them more fun, and less messy. She thought for a second about the little bastard that the Queen enjoyed torturing so much. The Prince always seemed to shy away from doing the same, but Christine had never been shy to make that little Rhancar suffer. She thought about getting to play with him again, his surprising invulnerability meaning that she could be a little more rough with him.

She was completely oblivious to the blubbering man squirming with delight as she rubbed her ass against his cock through his pants. As her thoughts wondered, she felt the tiniest snap and her eyes widened in surprise.

Emilina didn’t know how much more she could take, the relentless pummelling that she was receiving form the giantess’s feet draining her energy. When the goddess’s left foot came back at her, she did nothing to resists it, and fell awkwardly not her side, her arm behind her back as she looked up directly into he wall of meat. With the tiniest pressure, Emilina suddenly felt an unbearable pain in her right arm, as it twisted behind her. Suddenly, a sharp crack vibrated through her and pain washed over her body like a fiery wave. Emilina screeched in agony as her arm shattered at the shoulder, the twisted joint succumbing to the weight of Christine’s foot.

Christine quickly raise her foot and giggled as the tiny figure dropped from her skin where she had been stuck. Christine bent forwards again to pick her up and check what the snap had been, and Johnathan moaned in pleasure as her ass slid up his body again.