Little King (5)

Lady Cordelia turned around, letting the lid of a heavy wooden box fall behind her. As she once again faced Sebastian, she revealed what she had retrieved, a tiny man. He was naked, and bruised like the woman, but he seemed almost limp in her grip. She held him pinched between a finger and thumb, her grip pressing on his shoulders. His arms and legs flopped around as the giantess moved, sauntering over to the carpenter with her own body jiggling with each step.

She stood on the opposite side of the table, the wooden cage between her naked form and the still shocked man. Her legs were spread, with her thick thighs just not touching beneath her crotch. Sebastian looked down at the puny man in her hand, unable to get over the insane difference in size between the minuscule human and the colossal giantess’s hips. Lady Cordelia was easily a hundred times as wide as the man.

She bent forwards and carefully placed the tiny man on the handle of the box. He slumped onto the smooth tip of the long wooden column, his arms and legs strewn over the wood as the point prodded his chest. He was too weak in his abused, starved state to move, or even process where he was. Even Sebastian hadn’t quite worked it out yet, why she had given him such specifications for the bizarre, curved, top-heavy column of a handle.

The giantess spun around, turning on one heel and shaking the ground as her other foot came down with a stomp. The tiny girl in the cage could feel the force of her weight as it vibrated the table and managed to glimpse the enormous columns of flesh that were Cordelia’s legs, ripple with the power. Across the table, the carpenter was now starring straight at the noblewoman’s bare white ass, the chunky slabs of flesh tight as she flexed them to keep her balance. As he watched in awe and lust, she arched her back, pushing out her butt and casting a dark shadow over the cage with her hips.

The tiny man raised his head weakly, managing to make out the blurry figure of a normal sized man, standing some way away from him. He was exhausted, battered and broken in mind and in spirit. His left arm hung limp, dislocated from his shoulder over a week ago, with no one to try to mend him. He hadn’t eaten in days, and his only sustenance had been the horrible fluids that oozed out of the enormous woman that had captured him. His eyes had begun to fail him, as the repeated, violent shaking and tossing of his body had no doubt taken its toll on his brain, and yet he still lived, blanched uncomfortable on the broad, smooth tip of a strange wooden column, its undulating form making him feel like he was levitating on the larger head of the pole.

Above him, Cordelia’s butt continued to descend, and Sebastian’s eyes widened in shame as he realised what he was watching, but he couldn’t turn away. The naked woman’s massive hips fell slowly towards the tall handle, and the helpless man upon it. Her cheeks parted, and the tradesman blinked as he caught sight of the woman’s asshole, dark and wrinkled, twitching with anticipation. The crease between the huge mounds was darker as well, a clear border between the buttocks. Her powerful thighs contracts as she brought her weight down to the handle, just above the level of her knees.

The tiny man never saw it coming, barely able to raise his head, but he sensed the approaching mass. Sebastian gasped as Cordelia landed on the wooden spire. The spec of a man on the tip of the column felt the sudden sensation of wetness on his back. The dark-haired noblewoman’s vaginal lips parted with her thighs and kissed her helpless prisoner. Not hesitating, she continued to drop her hips lower, and felt the tiny tingle man against her lips.

As soon as the hot, moist flesh touched his bare back, the man started to struggle, a primal fear growing inside him, conditioned to fear the giantess so deeply from the prolonged abuse. Too bad that his movements only gave the giantess more pleasure. He felt the pressure start to increase as he sank into the flesh, but after a moment, there was no more give. The man opened his mouth to scream as he felt the entire weight of the titanic woman press him against the wooden column.

Cordelia never considered how this would pan out, and she had certainly never tried to insert one of her prisoners inside of her before. So it should have been no surprise that when a goddess several thousand times his size sat down on him, the insignificant man’s body started to break. He was out of sight of both the giantess and the carpenter now, alone as he was crushed between the huge woman and the tall wooden handle of the cage. He grunted as the enormous pussy slid down over him, pinning him awkwardly against the curved head of the column. As the massive, wet walls slid past him and forced him down.

The tiny man squealed in agony as his back was bent awkwardly over the tip of the makeshift dildo. With a grotesque, tearing sound, the sheer friction between the giantess’s vaginal walls and his limbs ripped his legs from his pelvis. The torn muscle and ligaments slid away down the wood as blood gushed down from his open hips, mixing in with Cordelia’s vaginal juices and disappearing without a trace. The tiny, broken man felt faint as he lost almost all of his blood as it surged out of him, but he didn’t die. He heard a sickening crack as his spine was shattered on the wooden tip of the tower, the bone crumbling as the enormous woman’s weight bore down on it relentlessly. He vomited as his stomach too was crushed, and his torso slipped down one side of the handle.

He blacked out, as his top half was dragged down by Cordelia’s pussy, his lifeless chest going a few millimetres before an unconscious contraction of the colossal muscles caved in his ribcage like a boot on an autumn leaf. The giantess fell the rest of the way onto the handle, gasping in pleasure as the phallic structure penetrated her. She had asked the carpenter to make the top of the handle wider than the base, and the variable diameters sent waves of erotic joy through her. As her huge form landed on the wooden cage on which the dildo was fixed, the force sent a shockwave rippling up her body.

Sebastian watched with open mouth as her chubby booty bounced on the cage, and the structure held against her impressive weight. He ogled at her curvy butt as she giggled with pleasure, making him blush at the thought of being there and witnessing her as she pleasured herself playing with her tiny prisoners.

Below Cordelia, the shrunk woman in the cage was screaming in terror as the wooden platform above her creaked under the goddess’s weight. She imagined the wood giving way and crushing her and it frightened her to her core. She heard the weight shift above her as the goddess’s legs tensed and she began to push upwards. The puny man’s body was squished by her contracting vaginal muscles, reduced to a red mush amidst her pussy juices as she slid up the handle. But before she rose off of the wood, she slammed her hips back down, moaning with pleasure as she bounced on the dildo, savouring every time that the column stimulated her sensitive insides. She smeared the remains of her prisoner on her sex toy as she hopped up and down, instilling pure horror in the mind of the woman in the cage below.

After a few minutes of the sensual display of dominance, Lady Cordelia climaxed with a high pitched gasp, settling down on the cage as she dripped with wet secretions. The tiny woman beneath her could hear the wood creak as the goddess panted after her exertion. All the minuscule girl could think about as she shook with fright, was when she would find herself in the poor man’s position herself. Sebastian too was shaking, horrified by what he had seen the noblewoman do to the poor creature, and on realising what it was that he had created for her.

***

Mercia stopped a foot from the warmth radiating from the bathtub and reached out her hand. She kept her head down, not daring to look upon the Queen’s naked form, lest she be dragged into one of her games. Instead, the emaciated, young blonde merely held out the tiny boy, more than happy for him to be subjected to the powerful woman’s sadistic whims if it kept her safe. Unfortunately for Rhancar, the maid didn’t wait for the Queen to take him before letting go, and he let you a tiny yelp as he plummeted down towards the steaming waters.

The puny creature had just enough time to see the wavy image of the enormous Queen’s legs beneath the water before he crashed into it. Sending a few drops into the air in his wake. He shut his mouth despite his panic as the hot, soapy water stung his skin, and thrashed as he tried to break the surface of the fluid.

High above the commotion, Mercia froze, every muscle in her body paralysed with fear. What had she just done? She opened her mouth to apologise but was cut off by Queen Elenor.

‘That will do, pet, now leave me,’ she sang, and the petrified young girl did as she was told, scurrying to stand beside the far wall, her heart racing in her ragged little chest.

Elenor returned her attention to her bath, totally oblivious of the three maids in the room, as she didn’t really consider them human enough to warrant being embarrassed. She sat in the tub, her head and shoulders in the cool air, the warm water forming a line just above her areolae. Her cool blue eyes scanned the water by her smooth, slender legs as a figure erupted from beneath, right between her knees. A wicked smile crept across her face as she watched the pathetic little creature bobbing in the water, she couldn’t help but giggle.

Rhancar had only just gotten his head out of the water, sucking in much needed air when he heard the sinister chortle of the Queen’s laugh as it echoed around the massive ocean that he was trapped in. Before him, he could see the immense wall of the bathtub, soaring far higher than he could hope to climb on the slippery surface. On either side of him were two massive white hills, each only just cresting out of the water. He turned, his breathing still ragged as he followed the columns into the water and down into the depths of the bath. They came together almost a mile beneath the surface, converging on a hazy, hairy crotch. His eyes quickly darted back up along the giantess’s body to where it emerged from the water. The two massive breasts where too heavy to float, but bobbed slightly as the Queen breathed.

His gaze drifted up past the orbs and met the blonde woman’s enormous face. Despite the warmth of the water around him, Rhancar felt a chill ripple down his spine as he locked his eyes with those of the woman who had spent most of his life tormenting him. She grinned. He knew better than to try to escape. When we was younger, he had tried in vain to swim away from the monstrous woman, but he knew that there was nowhere that she couldn’t reach him. Instead, he tried to control his breathing as he treaded water, waiting for the colossus to come and get him.

He felt the water shift around him as Elenor’s torso rose, her knees sinking into the water as her butt came to rest on the basin floor. The waves that she created sent the tiny boy backwards, but he managed to keep his head afloat. He watched as her massive breasts emerged from the depths, streams cascading down them like waterfalls. It was a truly impressive sight to see them leave the water altogether, soaring into the air, poised to drop right back in at a moment’s notice. The huge mountains of flesh hung from the Queen’s slender body, heavy and full, and Rhancar couldn’t help but get a little turned on at the sight of them. Certainly the giantess had put men to death for less, but what more was she going to do to him than she already planned?

The ivory white giantess leaned forwards, her titanic left hand flying towards Rhancar with haste. He thought she was going to snatch him up, but Elenor was never one to be predictable. The tiny boy opened his mouth to scream as he realised that the hand was not slowing down, but he didn’t have time to scream before it hit him. With a sharp, wet slap, the giantess swatted the water, blasting the young man underneath, his body stinging from the strike. She giggled to herself as she watched him sink a few inches, before she reached underwater and trapped him between her index and middle finger.

Rhancar was plucked violently out of the water, his head pounding from a mixture of the pain and the powerful forces that tugged at his body. He felt his vision go blurred for a moment before he found himself suspended in mid air, two unforgiving columns of flesh at his sides, starring up close at the face of the goddess who controlled him.

‘Good morning my little bastard,’ she sang, cheerfully, ‘I see you aren’t so frightened of me today. What’s the matter?’

‘Do what you will with me, I can’t stop you anyway!’ Rhancar shouted back, still gasping.

‘Oh come now, where’s the fun in playing with you if you don’t at least try to resist?’ the Queen demanded, smiling wickedly, ‘You really don’t care what I do to you?’

‘Give it your worst!’ Rhancar shouted.

‘Now that’s the spirit,’ she smiled, ‘Though I’ve never needed an invitation before …’

He could see the sadistic pleasure dancing across her eyes, and the tiny boy tensed himself for a punishment that he was all too used to. Without warning, the giantess’s hand jerked downwards, ripping Rhancar into the depths of the soapy water. He barley had time to take half a gasp of air before his vision was warped by the liquid, and the already enormous woman seemed to grow even bigger as her image was refracted by the rippling waves. Tiny bubbles of trapped air shot up along Elenor’s hand and forearm as she swung her arm down, and the oxygen inside the tiny boy wanted to do the same, but he kept his mouth closed.

He watched as the massive leg of the woman rose to meet him, and with a hard smack, he was slapped against her thigh. The air rushed out of him, and he felt a burning sensation in his chest as he fought the urge to gasp. Instead, he held himself rigid as the goddess rubbed him along the length of her slender right leg, savouring the thought of using him to clean the grit and dirt from her skin.

And she was only getting started.