Brobdingnagian Tales: Battle for Sophie's thighs - Part 1

Realizing she got sucked in a slumber, Sophie wiped away the drowsiness from her eyes and pulled herself up from her bed. She used her elbows as pillars for her torso and fashioned her belly-shirt, landing its edge tightly just above her navel. This motion was completely irrelevant though, seeming the fact her entire lower body was butt-naked. It was merely a gesture out of habit.
Sophie was eager to see the progress her micro troops had made on her legs.
 

She leaned on one elbow, pried, using her other hand as a sort of sun-cap. She had to strain her eyes intensely, to be able to differentiate all those minuscule movement on her bare legs. Two lilliputian armies, one on each leg, marching on the curvy vastness of her thighs. Both armies were heading towards the land of Sophie’s cleansed and shaved womanhood. This body-part would function as the battleground when the armies would collide there in a fight to the death.  

Sophie closed her eyes and concentrated heavily. She desperately wanted to feel them move on her skin, those thousands of marching boots, in disciplinary formation, in search for their inevitable death, as ordered by their divine Goddess.
Accompanied by a regiment of armored tanks, both armies were underway to Sophie's acutely sensitive, pubic region, where they would fight in an explosive, bloody battle. Their sorrow and demise would be transferred into sexual indulgence for their Goddess, whereby she would be able to feel their battle on her receptive regions.
Sophie had to be patience though, the pace of these lilli's exceeded even the concept of sluggish. 

This was one of Sophie’s most favorite pass time game just before nightfall, to plunge down, comfy, on her bed and see a heroic battle unfold on her bare body.
Sophie shifted her glance towards her knees. A slight smile curled her lips when she witnessed all those microscopic buildings, showing off their glittering brilliance for everyone to see.
 

To make things more interesting, Sophie also placed two cities on each of her legs, just above her kneecap. The winning army would be rewarded with a free raze of the unprotected city.  

***  

Stationed behind the gun turret of one of the armored division’s many tanks, Frederik glanced about in curiosity.  

He was impressed by the sheer size of their military force, with tons of oiled chain tracks, squeaking and pushing dozens of powerful war-tanks towards their enemy.  

Hundreds of S56 tanks, their cavalries finest, fully loaded and ready to serve hell.  

No force would be able to stop them. Frederik was sure of that, not even the renowned panzer division of General Cassad.

A reckless popinjay, with a ridiculous monocle attached on an intolerable face.  

Frederik, however, couldn’t deny Cassad’s tactical brilliance during military campaigns, whereby he specifically excelled in open-field combat.  

And that’s what this environment would also resemble.  

It was a weird thought to know he was about to fight a battle upon the body of a brobdingnagian woman, a very attractive brobdingnagian woman even.  

These beings were practical landscapes compared to his kind. It was difficult to differentiate their position on her body. He knew they were rolling on her upper leg, coursing towards her womanhood.  

In the far horizon, he could see two massive mountains, representing their hostess’s boobs, firmly packed under a tightly fastened sleeveless, crop-top.  

For a moment, Frederik doze off, totally transfixed by the sheer magnitude of Sophie’s boobs.  

He felt a deep urge to slide his cock between those juicy boobs. To cup them with his hands and to massage them gentle against his shaft while penetrating, up and down, heavily. To feel her warm skin rubbing his sensitive glans, while he reveled in a concentrated state to stay just below the point of bursting pleasure..  

He would cross that point merely when HE decided it, when HE found that his testicles pumped up enough semen to spray it relentlessly in her seed-yearning eyes.  

This was all just a pitiful fantasy though. A stunning woman like her would never notice a crooked nose like him, and even if she did.  

He was merely a speck of dust compared to her, straying on her thigh to fight a pointless battle. She was a Goddess compared to him.  

A warm glow seeped through his body when the eyes of the ginger-goddess seemed to meet his.  

She glared down upon them, her tangled morning-hairdo sprouting above the canyon of her C-cups.
At least, he knew he would die fighting on a hot girl's body. Could any man wish for a better way to go?
 

***  

To kill time due to the slow progress of both marching armies, Sophie plunged back on her pillow to do some texting and checkups on social media. After a while, Sophie placed her phone next to her butt and hoisted herself up again, to observe the progress of both armies.  

Sophie saw that they were tracking on the final part of her femoral and were about to approach her pelvis. One army slightly progressed further in distance than the other.  

It was also the same army which was significantly larger in numbers, with more marching troops and rolling tanks..  

Sophie wondered who would win battle this time.  

Experience showed that not always the bigger number wins.  

Sophie had forced her toy-lilli’s for many times in a pointless fray like this.  

Entire battalions of tanks, fighting each other to the death on a place chosen by their Goddess. Usually, the battle took place somewhere on her naked body, being her thighs, abdomen and cleavage the most favorite locations.  

To meet the demands of Sophie’s sateless thirst for these battles. Whole cities functioned as massive war-factories, with the entire populace working day and night to produce an unending stream of battle-tanks, the Goddess herself being their supplier for the commodities.
Sophie would rejoice heavily on the prospect of these armies to fight to the death on her body. When she concentrated hard enough she would be able to feel tiny explosions battering the sensitive skin surrounding her pubic region.  

These minuscule sensations would be enough of a trigger to make her all swampy like a soaked sponge, would bring her to gasping madness.  

The thought of full grown men fighting to the death, on her naked body, in a meaningless battle was just so delightfully exhilarating.  

In the course of the battle, Sophie’s finger would drench, up and down, stimulating her swollen clit. All the while dying troops were cresting her smooth labia.  

However, Sophie had to be patience first though.  

She took one more glance and was pleased to notice rapid progress now.  

It would merely be a matter of minutes now before the two armies would engage in a heroic battle to conquer pubic ground.  

Sophie took a glance at both cities, cresting her thighs with proudness. She knew that thousands upon thousands of inhabitants were waiting there, in deep fear, anticipating the outcome of the battle.  

For the losing city would get razed and burned to the ground, while their women would get raped by the dozen.  

Sophie chose these cities with a purpose. In her view, these micro slaves failed to pay her proper respect and worshipping. Sophie allowed them to live, so she expected things in return.  

Sophie braced herself with anticipating delight. She could see some tiny, orange dots, flashing on her pubic region. The fight had begun, the fight for Sophie’s thighs.  

Countless would die, merely for the soul purpose to pleasure their Goddess.