Ocmb - Sylvan Giantess - Complete Story

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Just wanted to make the entire Sylvan Giantess story available for those who wish to have the whole thing. Included is the excellent Interlude by Shrinkling, used with his permission.

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Sylvan Giantess - By Cyric The Mad

"They are men,"
This pronouncement caused the elves gathered in the small clearing to grimace. They had all sensed the invasion of their forest that very morning and could even now see smoke rising in the North. Though the invaders were still too far away to hear, the elves could smell the scent of humans in the still air. A smell of sweat, smoke and violence.
"How many of them?" One male elf asked, dressed in soft leathers, a bow in his hand and mithral short sword hung on his hip.
"Over a hundred. This is no casual passage through the woods or foraging, friends. This is a war party. They know we are here and they intend to make part of our forest theirs, to expand their borders." An older elf with hints of silver in his long, brown hair proclaimed softly, "They will slay us if they can, to make the forest 'safe' for human habitation."
"But why?" A woman asked, her blue eyes full of confusion, "The humans we've traded with have never shown that type of animosity towards us. What has changed?"
The elder elf shook his head sadly, "The humans who invade our forest today are Theyans. They are a war-like culture more akin to barbarians than anything else. They take what they want and destroy all who oppose them. This group of a hundred is just the advance party. Even now I can feel them destroying part of the forest to set up a camp, a stronghold from which to organize raiding parties. I can feel the screaming of the trees..."
The other elves took this news grimly. This could have no good end. If they attacked the humans in the forest and slew them, then hundreds more would follow, to avenge their fellows. One elf spoke up, "Can we not send for help to the South? There are humans with which we are friends surely... Can we not repel these invaders by making strong allies?"
The older elf shook his head slowly, "Humans do not love elves enough to help us. Many consider us no more than arrogant, poity-eared bastards... I doubt they'd take up arms against their own kind simply to aid us."
"I can stop the invaders," came a quiet voice from the edge of the clearing.
All heads turned to behold an elven woman walking towards them. She was tall, with raven black hair that cascaded to mid-back, and was clad in the briefest of clothing, simply a long loin-cloth and an almost sheer cloth that barely covered her breasts. She padded to them on silent bare feet and repeated, "I will destroy them and they will not seek revenge against us. This I can promise you."
"Trelia," the elder elf shook his head, expression sad, "I know what you are considering. Are you certain you wish to do this? Think of all the death and destruction you will cause if you pursue this."
Trelia looked back, eyes flat and hard, "I think of all the death and destruction that will occur if I do not." she said, voice cold.
The elves paled slightly, but slowly nodded, one by one. They knew the price for failure should the elven sorceress not act... The destruction of thier forest and the death or enslavement of them all.
"Very well, Trelia. Go and slay our foes."
The sorceress nodded once, then turned and walked from the clearing, heading North. As she vanished into the trees, the elder elf looked sadly to his people, "Let us return to the village. We need to offer prayers for the souls of those soon to die."
The elves followed their leader towards their village to alert the rest of their people of what was about to happen. None of them had the heart to look to the North, but they could feel the ground begin to tremble as they walked away, the sound of impossible footfalls.
Some distance away, the elven Sorceress Trelia, walked towards her enemies, the tallest trees barely brushing her calves.

End Chapter One

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Chapter Two

The first man to die that day did so completely unnoticed. He had the misfortune to be relieving himself in the woods, some distance from his fellows, when Trelia arrived. Her attention was fixed firmly on the camp before her, the tiny men already raising an alarm and rushing for weapons. Some, seeing the titanic size of their foe, simply fled in terror. A smile touched her face as she continued a casual walk towards them. The man, named Granth, saw the gigantic foot swinging towards him and tried to rise, but his feet tabgled in his own pants and he fell hard on his backside in his own waste. A scream ripped from him as he saw the vast sole above him start to descend. In that awful moment of clarity he could see vegetation stains ground into the tough skin of her heel as it rushed down, then he was caught in a vice for a too brief moment before his conciousness vanished in a flash of light. The sound of crumpling armor was plainly audible as the elf sorceress' foot sank into the ground, spraying the surrounding area with compressed gore. her other mighty foot passed by to thunder to the ground further along, then Granth was revealed as the uncaring sole was raised. What once was a man lay in a deep footprint, armor flattened and crumpled, sickening gore arrayed around the pressed metal and torn cloth.
The next deaths were most definitely on purpose.
Arrows soared up to strike her legs, but bounced harmlessly away as she entered the camp. She whispered a spell that lit up the men below in her senses like flames. She was determined that none would escape and truly the smile upon her face cast fear into the most stout of hearts.
Bending suddenly, she scooped up three of the men in a hand with lightning speed. Before they could even begin to offer any resistance, her fingers curled over them and squeezed into a fist before they could even scream. Blood spurted out of the fist and loops of warm intestines wormed between her fingers and she ground the men with all her strength, then opened her hand and let the wadded remains fall to the ground, striking down an archer who was still stubbornly firing arrows at her.
She smirked at the wounded man and covered him with her toes, pressing down cruelly, relishing the feeling of warm blood between her toes as she simply stepped fully down and continued on, treading on more men with casual steps.
Jarin ran desperately. he'd just seen the twisted remains of several men fall from the sky and read his own death in the calm eyes of the giantess elf. he barely managed to avoid running into a sudden wall of flesh before him as her foot fell on several running figures before him, spraying warm fluids over him. With awful speed the foot moved on and he vomited explosively at the pitiful remains pressed juiceless in the perfect footprint. Quivering gore was all that remained of his friends. he wept brokenly, not even noticing that the giantess had turned and was advancing towards him again.
A shadow fell over him and he instinctively looked up, screaming with all his being as he saw the blood-stained sole slamming down on him. He managed two steps before something impossibly heavy knocked him from his feet and slammed him to the ground. His lower body flashed into a flame of agony and his screams rose as his upper body was lifted into the air as the foot sank into the ground, cleanly severing his legs and hips, liquifying them beneath the massive weight of the sorceress. She moved on then, leaving half of Jarin to leak his lifeblood onto the ground, noticing his condition but laughing cruelly and leaving him to suffer, turning her attention to the others.
The camp was in chaos. In a matter of moments two dozen men had been slain. No thought of resistance remained as the survivors ran for all they were worth, trying to escape the wrath of Trelia. Even as they ran, however, several ran into a solid barrier in the air, bouncing back to lie stunned. Others, reaching them, explored the barrier, in a near panic, and realized what the sorceress had done... She had locked them in. Desperately men quested in both directions, trying to find an end to the shield.
Trelia laughed gaily, the sweet tones of her merriment a stark contrast to the carnage she'd already caused. Smiling grimly, she reached to her waist, untying her loincloth and letting it fall to the ground. In another moment her top joined it and she stretched luxuriously, gloriously nude, delighting in her complete power over these humans. Several stopped to stare, almost entranced by her beauty, but unable to forget the deaths of the others minutes ago.
Trelia looked at them and laughed again, lifting a finger to spiral in the air. As she did, the shield began to contract, pushing the men closer and closer to her, leaving them eventually all clustered within the clearing they'd made, backs pressed against the invisible wall in a futile attempt to escape. One man, driven to the edge of madness by fear, broke and ran towards her, two handed sword held above his head, a war cry ripping from his lips.
The sorceress watched, amused as he hacked at her toes, giggling at the futility of it. He may as well have hit rocks. Reaching down she disarmed him, picked him up and regarded him.
Alin panted, his heart hammering in his chest so hard that he felt it would burst. he looked up into great, blue eyes, seeing gracefully pointed ears peeking through the elfs dark hair and seemed to distantly hear someone screaming shrilly. The elf smiled, displaying her teeth, the gently blew on Alin. The screaming increased in volume and he was dimly aware that he was the one shrieking as her huge tongue came out of her mouth and licked him. Stuck to its rough surface, he kept screaming as he was pulled into her cavernous mouth and coated in saliva. He felt certain that his next movement would be down her tunnel-like throat, glimpsed gleaming wetly by the light coming in past her teeth, but he was spat into her hand instead.
Rough fingers began tearing his armor from him, lacerating his flesh and breaking one arm. His screams, tapered into terrified grunts, his throat too raw to form screams any longer as he was once more thrust into the gaping mouth and this time he did slide to the back and felt himself falling. Muscles contracted around him, pushing him down and he wished for death.
It would be a long time in coming.
Trelia licked her lips slowly, exhulting in the horror the men before her were displaying upon having watched her eat one of them alive. Several of the Theyans paled as they recognized a scent in the air... the smell of her excitement. She was enjoying this slaughter, they realized in numb dismay.
As if directed by their thoughts, her great hand reached down again and retreated with a squirming man in it. he looked around and paled as he saw her huge womanhood approaching fast, visibly moist. He opened his mouth to scream, then found himself within it, her scent surrounding him as her fingers pushed him deeper, powerful muscles contracting around him as she responded to his presence. Despite his fear, he was awed at the realization of where he was.
It was difficult to breathe. What air he had was musky and hot and her muscles pressed hard on his armor, beginning to bend it. Any desire he may have felt vanished as he felt himself being crushed. He opened his mouth to gain air to shriek, but thick, warm fluid coursed down his throat and filled his lung. he thrashed...
The giantess twitched in obvious pleasure as the man inside her died hard, squirming in a desperate attempt to escape. His movements ceased all too quickly and she shrugged, "There are more than enough of you to satisfy me," she purred in common.
That spurred the men into greater panic and the ran, mindlessly, around the clearing, one tripping over the upper body of Jarin, who still clung to life. Trelia looked down, amused by the mans tenacity, then raised a foot high and stomped down with all her power on his form, burying jarin and two others deep in the forest floor and making the ground tremble, detectable for miles.
trelia squatted in the middle of the camp and contracted her muscles, her mighty vagina spat the drowned, twisted corpse out to fall limply to the ground, heightening the terror of those who remained. The sorceress stood and absently ground the body with her toe as she considered what to do next. She brightened as a wicked idea occured.
Magic missiles were a commonly used offensive spell, used to create darts of energy which would unerringly sweve through the air to strike a target. They were effective in normal combat. trelia realized that at her current size they would be something awe inspiring.
Picking her targets and locking them into her mind, she chanted, spreading the fingers of her hands. A split second later, ten energy darts shot from her fingers, chasing down the unlucky humans she'd chosen. The blasts when they caught them scattered body parts all over the forest, some splattering on the inside of the shield but many flying over it to rain down some distance away. Telia clapped her hands together and laughed delightedly. What wonderful fun!
She bent again and rose, her hands full of squirming men. She slowly tightened the fingers of her left hand, holding it in plain view of the prisoners in her right. They had a terrific view of men purpling as they were compressed to the point of being unable to draw breath. Trelia kept a small, almost curious, smile on her face as she continued to squeeze, forcing flesh between her tree trunk fingers like damp clay, blood raining down on the ground and streaking her nude body.
"Undress," she ordered her prisoners as she slowly uncurled her fingers, letting the remains fall to the ground and displaying her gore-streaked fingers to the men, "Now,"
"Why should we obey, you great whore!?!" one man yelled, voice trembling, "You'll only kill us..."
Whatever he was about to say was lost as Trelia lifted her hand, darted her head down and bit the standing speaker in half. She chewed slowly as his legs twitched, then went still, one falling to the ground far below. The sorceress spat the gory remains out, the mixture of saliva, blood and minced body parts making a number of helpless men on the ground below vomit, "I said undress," she said calmly, blood running down her chin.
Not daring to resist, the four men in her hand quickly shed their armor and stripped naked, then leaned against her fingers, shivering. She smiled again and leaned in, as if to kiss them. one mans nerve broke and he leapt from her hand to fall to the ground below and lie unmoving. She ignored him and placed her soft lips around one mans body, gently sucking on him.
Despite his mind-numbing terror and having just witnessed one of his friends die in this very mouth, he felt himself responding to the undeniably pleasurable sensation. he began to breathe faster as his member became hard under the constant, gentle movements of her lips. Quickly he orgasmed, spewing his load with unusual ferocity. Trelia obviously felt it, for she chuckled.
The man, spent now and finding nothing erotic about the situation, became aware that the suction was increasing. His eyes widened as he realized her intentions. Desperately he pressed agains her mouth with his hands, trying to push himself free, but the powerful grip was too much. Quickly it increased to the point of agony. he could feel himself being sucked past the point of agony and he screamed as a wet, tearing sensation lit up his lower body and he actually felt his insides rushing into her mouth. Death came mercifully fast as she placed his whole form on her tongue, then chewed.
The three prisoners in her hand watched the giantess' jaw move, heard the crunching of bones, watched her throat constrict and then beheld the crimson stained teeth and deep red tongue as she parted her lips. They sought escape, even if it meant a fall to the ground below, but she held them steady, shoving them into her maw, separating them with her powerful tongue and swallowing them alive, one by one to a nightmare death in her stomach acid.
Her captives dealt with, trelia turned her attention to the rest of the men, some fifty still remaining. Looking back up, she simply started walking in a circle.
Running men vanished with horrid finality beneath her delicate bare feet, red mud bubbling up beside them and between her toes as they were reduced to pulp by her massive weight. She concentrated on her feet, keenly aware of each man that ended their life beneath them. She'd always been proud of her feet, going so far as to paint her toenails a bright red, more of a human custom than elven, and keep these nails neatly trimmed, if slightly longer than convention dictated. Now men died screaming under them, mashed into an organic paste with as much thought as she'd give to crushing a snail.
Deigning to look down, she saw that her impromptu stroll had reduced the number of survivors to fifteen, the rest of the men now residing in perfect footprints in the soil, through some lay, only half crushed. She moved over to one of them, ignoring for the moment the pitiful survivors pressed against the shield. She regarded the man, both legs gone from the knee down, then considered her toenail. Smiling wickedly she pressed the edge of the nail against his mid-section and easily... so very easily... cut him in half. His last expression was one of pained surprise, a look erased by her hard heel a moment later as she trod on him, already forgotten, to turn and regard her last playthings.
"You invaded my forest. You came in hostility, intending to encroach on my people and slay them if you could. You came with no thought of mercy for us, so this is the mercy I shall show to you. You're all going to die," she announced, conversationally.
picking up one man, who was desperately trying to escape, she waved her delicate, but bloodstained hand in the air, the tip of her index finger beginning to glow, "I've used this spell often to light fires," she told the man, "You wouldn't believe how hot it is. you wouldn't think so by the fact that it IS my finger, after all... here, let me show you."
With that her glowing finger arced in to press on his leg. A howl arose from him as wisps of smoke rose from the crisping leather, followed quickly by flames as his very flesh caught fire. trelia laughed musically and blew the flames out, leaving him whimpering and moaning, on the edge of conciousness, "See what I mean? Wait, let me wake you up..."
She held her finger close to his face, his hair curling in the intense heat. the man came fully aware and screamed as the finger drew nearer his face. he choked on the oven-like air around him, then wailed one last time as she pressed the finger into his face. She calmly watched smoke boiling from his skull as her finger burned through his head, his hair burning away in a moment. Unconcerned she tossed his body in his mouth and chewed as she looked over her remaining victims.
Three more went simultaniously into her vulva, giving her great delight in their thrashings, not realizing that their desperate attempts to escape doomed them with crushing orgasms. Even as her body shuddered in ecstacy, she swallowed half of the remaining men alive, chewing only the last one to shower them with their half-eaten comrade. The remaining five were swept up in her hand where she considered them for some time, ignoring their piteous whimpering and pleas for mercy.
her eyes turned to her footprints in the ground, and her eyes lit up. fetching a length or rope from a flattened tent, she took her time in tying the men up and lying them, one by one, in a line in one of her prints, making sure that their heads extended out of the print. The last man, she placed beside them, facing them.
"Watch!" she cried merrily as she positioned her foot above the men who were now screaming in absolute terror. She concentrated deeply, unable to see the men save for their heads, past the pale expanse of her bare foot. The captive nearby knew what was coming and closed his eyes tightly, but was unable to keep from watching.
The man under her heel felt her rough skin pressing down on him and went insane. Screaming like some kind of animal, he thrashed as the cruel giantess ever so slowly pressed down. the men past him began to wriggle desperately, trying to escape the footprint. but their bindings wer tight and only one man managed to move, that only a foot, leaving him looking up, utterly exhausted.
the man under Trelia's heel was now beginning to feel her incalcuable weight pressing on him. covered by her heel, only hs face was visible as her weight increased, his eyes bulging and skin groing darker and darker red by the moment. he opened his mouth to scream, but a gout of blood mixed with his stomach contents rushed out instead. the man beside him was in similar straits, but the two under the ball of Trelias foot were still staring at her filthy sole, stained with blood, gore and dirt, as it mercilessly continued to fall towards them.
Crunching was audible from beneath her heel now. She giggled slightly as the first man finally burts, part of his insides being forced out of his mouth and bursting his neck. The man beside him followed a moment later and she allowed her heel to sink into the ground, pulverizing the bodies beneath it in a matter of seconds with a grislt grinding of bones. Blood oozed up around her heel and washed forward over the two other men.
They wailed in abject terror as her sole touched them. One of the men turned his head, trying to buy as much time as he could in a futile attempt to prolong his life. The other man didn't move in time and his nose was smashed over his face, changing his screams into bleats. They were caught in a vice. Their feet broke, smashed inwards by the brutal sole. Everywhere was a pitiless pressure beyond anything they'd ever imagined. one of the men had once been trapped under a pile of lumber when a rope had broken during a construction project. He'd thought that was the worst pressure possible at the time before being rescued.
But this time there was no hope of rescue. The weight he'd felt before was nothing compared to this beautiful elf maiden, who had so easily destroyed a force of a hundred battle-hardened souls.
He tried to scream again, but it came out as a gurgle. he felt his own ribs snapping. He heard the sickening crunch of his friends skull exploding... and envied him.
Moments later he felt his guts rising up his own throat, felt a wet explosion... then nothing.
From the sole survivors vantage point, it was a nightmare. He watched his friends compressed until their flesh split and their innards flowed over the flattened ground. the sorceress, sensing the deaths of those beneath, simply let her weight settle. the bodies, already flattened, were liquified as she did, gore spraying the last human. She looked down at him and considered for a moment as she automatically squatted to pull the corpses from her vagina, then trod on them to ensure that no remains would be recoverable.
"You're the last, human. You've watched all the rest die painfully at my whim... But don't despair. After i finish you, I'm going to find a lot more of your people to play with. Yes, that is correct, mortal. I'm going to Theyv. I'll give your regards to them." Trelia blew the man a kiss and them stomped him so hard that the ground cracked.
She spent a few more minutes strolling around the camp, casually dropping the shields, making sure any remaining bodies were flattened into paste. Satisfied, she belched thunderously, giggling in surprise. "must have been something I ate," she quipped, then started walking again...
Towards the city.

Some distance away, the elder elf, Rithalar, looked up sadly, "It is done," He announced, "Trelia now moves towards the city of our enemies. May the gods have mercy on them."
A young elf burst out, "She will bring their attention on us in full! We will be doomed!"
Rithalar shook his head, "You do not know her, young one. When she is finished they will be no more."

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Chapter Three

Trelia sat beside a pond, now normal sized, watching the rippling of its surface. She was still nude, but clean now having just finished bathing to get dried blood off her body. She had no doubts that she'd have more in its place soon, but for now she was content to watch the sun on the water.

She showed to outward sign of surprise when cold steel pressed against her neck, "move and you're dead," a rough voice growled, the speaker coming into view. he was a burly man, quite hairy and carrying the scent of stale sweat over him like a cloud. He leered down at the naked elf woman he had at dagger point, hardly believing his luck. here he was en route to the forward camp to deliver messages and he'd found a diversion already! Of course he'd have to kill her, but nothing said he couldn't have a little fun first.

Trelia forced herself to shiver, "P-Please don't hurt me," she quavered, inwardly congratulating herself for
the quaver at the beginning of her words. The bear of a man before her had no way of knowing it was caused by a hiccup of laughter, not fear.

He laughed, tracing the contour of her breast with the tip of his dagger. It looked quite sharp, "Oh I won't be hurting ye just yet. We'll be havin' a bit of pleasure before that happens."

Trelia smiled suddenly, causing him to blink in surprise. Damn, but she was eager! The elf men probably didn't satisfy her. He opened his mouth to say something, but felt a sudden and horrible dizziness before he could utter a word. He felt himself falling, then came to himself lying on the ground. The elf! She may try to injure him while he was helpless! In a rush he came to his feet, dimly aware that he was naked. he looked about for his dagger, fists balled.

What he saw made him scream.

In front of him were toes, gleaming red in the sunlight. Impossible toes, the smallets one almost as tall as him. She had grown! But... No, he realized as the horror of his situation came fully to him upon spying the massive hilt of his own dagger nearby, he had shrunk.

Fingers as big as the thickest of trees reached down and gingerly picked him up, raising him with sickening speed to face level. Dizzied, scared, the man looked at Trelia, finding the slight smile on her face to be a horrible thing. When he saw the tip of his own dagger coming in from the side, he swooned. As he did he saw the blade pass just over him and stab into the sorceress' own hand. But before his awed eyes, the womans skin dimpled but didn't cut before the razor sharp metal.

Before he could move again, the dagger flashed in and he felt searing pain coming from his arm. Screaming he watched it roll away on the womans palm and expected a gout of blood to follow it, "Don't worry," the giantess spoke softly, "You won't bleed to death. I've enacted a curious little spell on you, intended to help those who suffer wounds in battle to survive until the wound can be treated. In this case it merely prolongs my... Pleasure." She flashed him a grin, leaned in, stuck her tongue out and withdrew it, his still twitching arm stuck to the wet surface. In plain view of him she crushed it between her teeth, grinding it into bits and swallowing luxuriously.

"My... you taste sweaty." she made a face, then dunked him into the waters of the pond, quickly bringing him back up, sputtering and soaked, still in a haze of agony, "we'll let that do. Now..."

The blade came back in as fast as lightning, this time severing a leg. Again the man felt the keen sensation of the hideous wound, but very little blood spilled. Her tongue came down again to claim this piece, lingering to bathe his entire body in her saliva. He moaned, past the point of screaming, as he heard the clear crunching of bones as she chewed his leg. In quick order his other arm and leg followed, leaving him helpless in her palm. She smiled at him.

"Just so you know... Your friends in the forest? They're all dead by my hand... and feet... and teeth!" She giggled, a surreal sound considering the circumstances, "A lot of your people are going to follow them and, of course, you. But now I have to go and don't have the time to speak with you any more. But don't worry. In a moment you may see someone you know."

Before he could even moan again, her tongue shot out like a glistening snake, now stained crimson in patches, and took him into the cavern of her mouth. He panted, fully expecting to end his life any moment between her molars, but instead was slammed against the roof of her mouth and felt muscles constricting around him, pushing him downwards...

Trelia stood still for a long moment, eyes closed, concentrating. Her lips parted in a slow smile as the man in her stomach realized her last cruelty to him. Inside her, his body glowed, casting light over the hellish scene of half digested bodies around him. He lay there in a thick fluid, burning as he'd never burned before, unable to move and screamed and screamed and...

Trelia knelt and took a long drink of cool water from the pond, having already forgotten her last snack. Wiping dirt from her knees as she rose, she began to grow again, moving once more towards Theyv.

Chaos reigned.

Trelia had been spotted some distance away, walking casually towards the city walls, a soft smile on her face as she anticipated the events to come. She chanted softly to herself, enacting the same type of barrier she'd used in the forest, but on a much larger scale. It surrounded the entire city in a sphere, even going into the ground to prevent mages from teleporting away. The only person who could pass freely through it was her.

A few stragglers on the road ran towards the city, away from the giantess. Those on the wall watched in horror as she adjusted her stride to step on them, their screams audible in the distance, but brutally cut off. One woman, running away, turned and spat desperate words of magic to send a fireball soaring up at Trelia. Her foot moved over it, the sphere of fire detonating beneath it with a roar. The female mages body was already cooked before Trelias foot fell on it.

Having watched the giant elf walk through a fireball unharmed, the people on the city wall broke into panic, fleeing as she drew within two steps of the wall. Trelia paused for a moment, savoring the fear, then took two steps forward and OVER the wall.

Her foot fell in a street packed with people. The wails of terror easily reached Trelias ears as her foot pressed down in a normal step. Her eyes widened and her mouth puckered into a little moue of plasure as she felt the sensation of warm gore spreading under her entire foot, oozing between her toes, sliding under her arch. She stopped right there, one foot in the city, the other still out, "Oh that's good," she purred.

She wriggled her toes, then brought her other foot over the wall, clipping it and sending shards of stone hurtling into the crowd below. People further down the street suddenly saw a sky filled with flat, filthy sole and then they too died by the dozen, pulped under the massive weight of the giantess.

Taking her time, secure in the knowledge that none could escape her, Trelia swayed her hips as she walked forward, paying close attention to what she stepped on, singling out a particular colour in the people below to receive her weight. A man wearing a green tunic here, a woman with red hair there... None were spared.

At street level it was hell. Brant pushed his way desperately through the press of people, trying to make the relative safety of the buildings. As he did, he suddenly fell into shadow and looked up, despite himself. A foot hovered in the air. The entire sole of it was painted a gruesome red, flattened bodies stuck to it by their own juices, some peeling away and falling wetly onto the people below. Shapeless blobs of gore signified that a person had been standing when they were smashed, undoubtedly having their skull driven downwards into their chests, legs snapping like twigs as they were pressed into the stone street which then cracked and buckled like damp sand around the bare foot. He whimpered and his bowels emptied as the sole rushed down towards him. he and a dozen others raised their hands in pitiful defense, trying to push the weight away, only to find themselves being hurled brutally down, a few people exploding into gore already like trees struck by lightning, pushed straight down by the sole. Brant was showered in blood and viscous liquids an instant before he was spread over the stone like butter. He was unable to hear the grinding of rock being fractured as the cobblestones collapsed and Trelia made another perfect footprint. His body did follow her for two more steps, one other unfortunate man looking up into what had been his face an instant before being squished himself.

And so it continued.

Trelia virtually purred. The feeling of all the helpless humans around her, dying beneath her by the score, was intoxicating. Her hand moved to her groin and a finger slipped inside her, causing her breath to catch. She moved a foot over another thick pack of people and cruelly, slowly, pressed down, eyes narrowing to slits as she felt panicked hands beating on her iron hard sole in a desperate attempt to live. her fingers moved faster and she found it difficult to hold her balance, to keep from crushing the people too soon, but she managed to hold, only her heel lowering too far and pureeing the people beneath it. She listened to the screams, almost animalistic beneath her foot, as gallon sized drops of her cum splattered people below. Finally she felt the orgasm coming and frimly pressed down, ending any resistance under her sole with absolute finality. She twisted her foot, then took two more staggering steps, not caring what she trod on, feeling the squidge of living tissue under one step and the crunch of wood and stone under another as she cried out in ecstacy, orgasm after orgasm shuddering her frame.

Finally she finished and removes her wet fingers from herself, sweating and trembling. She looked back down to the now thinning crowds below, "Was it good for you,?" she asked, looking into the gory footprints she'd left, then giggled.

Deciding to try a different tactic, she quickly fell to her knees, a symphony of crushing noises coming from beneath them. She walked on her knees for a short distance, feeling the entirely new sensation of people being smushed under the soft skin of her legs. Reaching a section where people moved more thicky, she lay down on her belly, holding her breasts off the ground for the moment until she was able to maneuver them over a densely packed area, then letting herself veritably fall forward.

The people there looked up to see her massive breasts moving down, but had no opportunity to avoid them, discovering that the deceptively soft flesh had every bit of the potential to crush as her cruel feet. trelia released a little, "Ooo," as she smeared her breasts around, spreading gore across them like jam, "You people are TOO much fun,"

Looking around from her prone position, she saw most of the city lying untouched, the inhabitants prisoners there to await her pleasure.

Smiling, she got to her feet.

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Chapter Three - Interlude (This written by Shrinkling and used with his permissions)

There are some words and phrases that are used too much by those who wish to gain quick entry into your attention.

Thus, the phrase "broken heart" has little gravitas any more. So many chocolate and scroll makers have used it in their selling premise that it lacks any real meaning anymore.

But Palian the bard had a broken heart in the real sense of thre term. He had the kind of broken heart that leaves a man sick so he cannot eat, sad so he cannot laugh, angry so he cannot befriend and so anxious that he cannot rest.

For he was Uil Lin, Elf friend, who had a soul filled with anticipation and joy at meeting the folk of the woods once again.

But the word had rippled through the country like the fall of a heavy rock into a placid lake. "It had come to blood".

Palian cried for the first time in many years. He cried for the trust that was lost between men and Elves. He cried for the families of men who would not return. And he cried for his own sake. It is a hard lesson to watch a wrong but not know where to lay the blame.

He made sure that his gifts for the Elves were secure in wrapping within his packs and then turned the way he had come.

He would return one day. When the love that he brought outweighed the hate in the air.

End Chapter Three Interlude. Thanks, Shrinkling :)

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Chapter Four

Gallin strode through the crowd, jaw set and hand on his sword hilt. The paladin was determined to end this bloodshed as soon as possible, had already marshalled the wizards to present a united front against the Giantess elf. Though he disliked the devious mages with their unclean magic, he was fully prepared to work with them if it meant slaying this vile beast.

She was coming. After rising and brushing the remains of hundred sof unfortunates from her breasts and stomach, she was once more casually walking around, in Gallin's direction. He felt sickened upon hearing multiple screams end in mid-shriek as her feet pounded the cobblestones, followed by the sounds of the stone snapping. He drew his sword, allowing the people to pass by him and yelled in a magically enhanced voice, "HOLD!! By the GODS you SHALL NOT PASS!!"

Trelia looked down and burst into laughter, "You? You will stop me with your toothpick? Look around you... Hundreds just like you are already wet spots in the bottoms of my footprints. What can you do that would cause me to stay my course?"

Gallin growled, "I am no simple townsperson, witch, I am a paladin of Meisin. You do not deal with a simple being of flesh and bone, for I speak with the voice of my GOD! I command you, leave this place. Stop this slaughter and never return!"

Trelia looked at the knight and shook her head, "Why would a holy man risk himself to save the likes of these," she accented the word by pressing a fleeing woman into the street with her toe, "Insects. These Theyvians who were so willing to invade MY home and destroy MY people? Why should I grant them such mercy?"

Gallin held steady, his jaw firming more upon watching the woman die, "I help all who need me. As for the invasion of your home, this is something to be settled over a bargaining table, not like this. Many innocents, unaware of their governemnts actions, live here. For their sake, stop this carnage."

Trelia stared down at the tiny man, impressed despite herself. Not many would deign to stand against her in this form, she knew. But she was unwilling to let the Theyvians get off so easily, with their government intact to strike back for her actions here today, "You are in a poor position of negotiation, Paladin. You do have merit in what you say, however, and I am inclined to talk for a moment instead of killing worms. A contest comes to mind."

the paladin looked wary, "Contest?"

Trelia smiled, an wicked grin, "You are about a half mile from the eastern gate. If you can reach it before I walk across the city,"She gestured the two miles to the western border, "Then I will stop my actions. If you fail, however, We will have to negotiate further."

Gallin was horrified, "Those who fled have moved to the West... You will crush hundreds!"

The giantess placed a look of sorrow upon her face, "Then they'd better move out of my way quickly." the smiles returned, "I will walk slowly, to compensate for your small stride. You will make your run in full armor and carrying..." She stopped and swept her foot into the street to block the path of another woman trying to slip by, "This woman on your shoulders."

Gallin gaped, "I can't possibly make the run in that time carrying someone!"

"Too bad," trelia shrugged and the foot swivelled into the air to hang above the woman.

"NO!," Gallin screamed as the woman tried desperately to crawl backwards away, the gore-stained sole remorselessly following her, "I'll take her, damn you."

trelia lowered her foot on the building beside the woman, causing her to pass out. It settled firlmly to the ground and sank into yet another huge footprint, "Good. But if you fail, I will kill her. Now pick her up and be quick about it."

gallin ran to the unconcious woman, snarling as he swept her up. he paused for a moment, this close to the giant elfs foot. He couldn't help but pale upon seeing blood streaked on the sides of her heel, the sheer size of it dwarfing him. He realized how puny he looked next to the Giantess. trelia smirked down at him, as though reading his thoughts, "I'll give you a head start. GO!"

the paladin staggered off as fast as he could, picking up speed towards the gate. The road ahead was cratered with huge footprints, making his footing uncertain. He hopped down into one and ran its length, trying to keep his eyes from the mangled corpses, keep from noticing the overpowering smell of blood and spilled bowels, tried to ignore the weight of the woman on his shoulders. Stepping out of the print, he heard Trelia move behind him.

The giantess kept her word, taking slow, leisurely steps. Even so the tiny people ahead of her couldn't track her course, for she switched streets and flattened buildings without even looking where she was treading. Her lips turned into a smile again as she felt tiny, warm objects fall under her foot and then splurt into oozing fluid, knwoing that people were being flattened by the dozen. She chanced a look behind her, whispering a spell to see the paladin clearly. he was barely half-way down the street, struggling through her prints. She laughed and turned her attention to the street before her.

Now she guided her steps, singling out large masses of people to let her feet fall in. Gore sprayed thick from her footfalls, coating those fortunate enough to avoid her massive ped. More unfortunate people found themselves half crushed under her. legs twitched grotesquely, the upper bodies severed. People shrieked, gone mad, their lower bodies turned into gore. Those beneath the foot itself were reduced to little more than strings of meat and torn clothing, shards of bone protruding hieously from their remains.

To Trelia, above, it was oh so very easy. She watched her graceful, lovely feet settle, unable to see those beneath her but wishing, with morbid pleasure, that she could. That she could see them pulp under her. She giggled at the sprays of blood that decorated the walls around her steps and laughed openly at the pitiful souls left maimed by her footfalls, leaving them to die in agony as her footfalls shook thecity, carrying her towards the western wall, only a few more steps away.

Gallin's breath cam in tortured gasps. He felt like someone was squeezing his heart, but he could see the wall growing nearer and nearer. The woman on his back moaned, but he couldn't pay her heed, could only concentrate on the huge foorprints, could only afford to thin of his balance. In agony, he ran on.

In the heel of the last footprint, he fell, slipping in the layered gore left behind by Trelias uncaring soles. He struggled to get up, already coated in vile fluids, sobbing for air. Hefting the woman one last time he managed to stagger on. The gate was twenty paces away... ten... Five... he was there. Allowing himself to collapse, he fought for air, rolling the woman away. Too exhausted to even turn over, he became aware of thunderous footsteps approaching and the splintering of buildings beneath them

"A valiant effort, Paladin. I stood on the western gate and wacthed you make the last few steps. I'm sorry, but you were too slow." Trelia bent, picking up the still unconcious woman, her hand moving back into the sky before Gallin could even react.

He watched in horror as the giantess tipped the woman into her mouth and then positioned her carefully on her molars... and bit down. She chuckled at the paladin as he wailed, warm blood soaking her tongue, "You almost had it," She said after swallowing, "would you care for another contest?"

Trelias answer was a massive wave of magical energy slamming into her from behind. Lightning bolts arced into her head, fireballs exploded on her back, red, green and black energy crackled over her form, making almost a sheath over her. caught completely off guard, trelia could only writhe in the massive output of magic.

Gallin stared upwards in terrified awe as the giantess roared in pain. Chain lightning formed a teady nimbus around her, slamming again and again into her breasts, forming a trail of crackling energy between her mouth and her eyes. The giantess staggered, her foot slamming into the earth mere inches from Gallin... And she fell.

The paladin managed to roll away before the wall collapsed under Trelias falling form. Debris rained over him, pelting him horribly, the earth shook with the imapct of her massive body, everything dancing... and then it was over.

Still horribly wearied, hardly able to rise, gallin forced himself to stagger to the gaping rent in the wall and see Trelias body, stretching into the distance. Staring up at the expanse of her sole, rising into the air, the paladin finally vomited. Too clearly he could see a few bodies, still glued to her foot by their own fluids and the countless remains of others smeared into her tough skin. Runnets of blood started collecting around her toes, none of it hers, as the mages approached. Men with lances followed, moving to scramble over the ruined wall.

"Well done, paladin," One of the mages said, "You distracted her long enough for us to get our magics gathered and strike all simultaniously. I regret that more had to die before we could take her down... But now they shall be avenged. You, soliders..." he called to the men going by, "Stab her to death."

Dozens of men with long, wickedly sharpened lances, moved towards the helpless Trelia's body, intent on their grim task. Mages advanced with them, keeping killing magics on their lips just in case the elf moved. The force positioned themselves around her body, aiming their lances, each enhanced with spells of penetration...

Then on the command all stabbed in.

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Chapter 5

Gallin leaned backwards against an unshattered portion of the wall, panting for breath as he heard the command given for the giantess to be impaled. A piece of him felt sorry for the Giantess elf, for such a powerful creature shouldn't be impaled like meat on a stick, but this thought and all others fled him when he heard a general clamor of confusion, then panic from outside the city walls. Staggering he walked to the rent and looked out.

men stepped backwards, clutching broken lances, looking confused. The giant elfs body stetched into the distance, unmarred by the attacks. As Gallin watched, she slowly sat up, staring with shock at the men around her and their broken lances. The look of surprise vanished, replaced by fury.

Horribly fast, Trelia rose, planting feet on several of the soliers as she did, then methodically began treading on them, dark eyes burning, lips parted in a sneer. Gallin had a terrific view from his position, watching some of the men desperately try to run before being erased by her cruel, filthy soles. Others stood fast and angled their lances up, trying to exact some revenge before dying themselves. They watched in brief horror as their lances shattered, falling from their hands an instant before they were buried.

More spells raced from the city, but this time seemd to have no more effect than a spring rain. Trelia turned on the mages when the last soldier vanished, screaming, under her foot and slapped one floating, over-confident mage from the air with vicious force, a mist of blood spraying from the impact, then the giantess placed her foot on the city wall and flattened a huge portion of it and the dozen or so magic-users there. Her burning eyes fixed on Gallin and he bit back a whimper, knowing his days were over. A titanic foot obscured the sky, the sole coated with grime, blood, mangled flesh and ragged clothing. The Paladin closed his eyes and it moved down and waited for death.

A moment later he heard the building beside him flattening and opened his eyes to see Trelias foot settle on it, pressing it utterly flat. Brief wails heard from falling rubble said that it was quite occupied, but then Trelias foot sank into the ground again and all was quiet as she squatted, eyes still focused on Gallin, "You are an honorable man," She finally said, barely contained rage in her voice, "More honorable than these pigs deserve. Leave this place and by whatever gods you consider holy do not look back."

The giantess rose then and turned away, her feet falling with exacting deliberateness on buildings within the city. Scattered magic still sprayed at her from the ground, but this only served to draw her attention and seconds later the mage was pressed flat by her awesome feet. Gallin lay there a moment, shaking from reaction, then rose and stumbled out of the city and away, passing through the shield easily and continuing his pained steps away from the doomed city. He knew which goddess has spared him and by her words he did not look back.

Trelia had already forgotten the paladin. She continued her seemingly random march around the city, knowing well that people died with every step. Before she'd been annoyed with the humans, but now she was infuriated. They dared to attack her people, intent on wiping them out and expected no retaliation? And then when she lay helpless and stunned, they tried to stab her like an assassin in the night? "Very well... I've stopped being gentle," She announced to the city.

Now it was time to play.

Kicking through several buildings, she found what she was looking for. long ropes trailed from her toes and she retrieved them, placing them in her palm and then selected several people from the city below at random, placing them in her hand as well, accidently flattening the last one between her powerful fingers. She shrugged, having rnough people to meet her cruel needs. they cowered in her hand, expecting to be eaten alive.

Instead Trelia went down on one knee and placed her tiny hostages atop a flat roof beside her, "Try to flee and you will die quite horribly. Obey and you may live." the people stood still and silent, though two of the men soiled their pants.

Trelia took one of the ropes and made several loops around one of her toes. She then sat, bringing destruction beneath her titanic rear as buildings foleded under it, then repeated this on her other foot, making a very crude ring around the toes next to her great toes, then she commanded two of the people to climb in her hand.

A man and woman haltingly obeyed. Trelia lowered her hand beside one of her feet, "Climb onto my foot and tie yourself to my toe, face down so that you can see between my toes. Tie yourself securely, for if you fall off you will be crushed."

The man raced to comply, slipping himself beneath the rope, coiling it around his body and tying it securely. Placing her hand next to her other foot the woman sobbed, but copied the mans actions. Content with her hostages position, she turned her attention to the two men remaining on the roof. Tying ropes together, she quickly fashioned ankle chains with them, flexing her ankles to ensure they wouldn't burst when her weight changed. She then picked up the two men and held them beside one ankle.

"Climb behind the rope, face out, and hang on. I won't let you tie yourself in. If you fall off? I'll kill you and find another rider. If you hang on long enough? I'll let you go." The men scrambled behind the ropes, securing themselves as best they could.

Trelia flashed them alla cruel smile, "Now you will watch your people die beneath my feet. If i see you looking away, i WILL kill you in a fashion to make their deaths seem desirable."

Her prisoners didn't doubt her as she got to her feet and started moving.

As her foot rose, the woman tied to her toe almost passed out at the sudden, violent movement as did the man on her ankle. Biting her lip to keep from falling uncincious, she watched in horror as the elfs foot arced up over a crowd. She wailed as the ground rushed up, watching the people below virtually attack each other in an attempt to get out from beneath Trelia. A horrible impact shook the woman, but she could hear all too well the multitude of screams, many, so many, of which ended with a nightmarish squishing sound, accompanied by the sounds of vile crunching. The woman vomited explosively as Trelia clenched her toes, forcing crimson mud up close to her face, along with mangled body parts and one feebly moving body. The horribly wounded man had just anough time to look into the womans eyes before he burst.

It was little better for the man on the same foot as he watched the foot settle to ground, twitching pieces of bodies under the sides of the foot. He looked across to where the other foot was soaring through the air and desperately tried to keep from slipping.

His counterparts found their journey even more nightmarish. The man, tied to the toe, discovered too much slack and slid halfway around the toe before the earth shuddered with the footfall. Trelia looked dispasionately down at the man and squeezed her toes together, silencing his screams forever. Her ankle passenger had a terrific view of the carnage below and actually found himself excited by it. Before, when he'd been on the ground, he had noticed the elfs lazy movements, but had been too concerned with avoiding death himself to notice anything else, but now, watching sheets of blood spray from under her hard heel, he discovered that the sight didn't disgust him as he may have imagined.

Trelia blinked and looked down at the little man, picking up his erotic thoughts. She quirked an eyebrow and lifted the foot again, lowering it slowly on a number of people trapped by fallen buildings. She could feel the tiny mans excitement as her pitiless sole turned them into paste and an aroused smile made its way to her face, "Tie yourself in. I don't wish to lose you... Yet," She said to him. He hastily, eagerly complied and she chuckled, beginning to walk, not bothering to look down.

She amused herself for some moments trying to figure out what was flattening beneath her, idly sweeping her feet sideways at times to flatten whole rows of buildings. Presently though she looked down to find her little fan watching raptly. The man from her other ankle was desperately trying to hold on by his hands, having almost fallen from the rope. Trelia raised her heel and slammed it down, causing the man to lose his grip and plummet with a shriek to the ground. Trelia quickly raised her heel, the man tumbling beneath it into the fairly deep print.

He rose painfully, trying to run, but found himself caught in a print deeper than he was tall. Trelia casually lowered her heel, knocking him to the hard-packed soil, then took her time in letting her weight settle, feeling bones crackle and warm fluids spurt before simply stepping down and obliterating the humans remains. She turned her attention to the woman on her toe, seeing that she was covered in rubble from buildings fallen from the thuderous heel impact. Trelia moved her foot, finding the woman gone, but the ropes stained crimson with blood. She shrugged and began walking again, this time spreading her fingers and strafing the city below with bolts of energy, each blowing people, rubble and dirt high into the air and leaving smoking craters and flaming structures in their wake.

Trelia bent at the waist and released gouts of flames from her hands then, cruelly playing the sire over fleeing forms and buildings alike, laughing as she watched tiny forms run around, blazing while others simply lay still, burning brightly. The Giantess turned in a complete circle, allowing the flames to play over the entire cityscape, turning it into an inferno, then turned her attnetion to the man on her ankle.

He didn't resist when she pulled the ropes loose and held him before her face, "You seem to have enjoyed the show, but now my interest in you has passed so you will become part of it... But I will grant you eath of your own choosing. How do you wish to die, human?"

The man didn't speak, but pointed fervently to her feet, far below. The elf nodded, "As you wish." she said, then placed the man on the ground where he promply lay down.

Shaking her head at the foolishness of humans, she placed her foot over him and simply stepped on him on her way out of the city. His last thought was one of ecstacy as the dirty sole snuffed him out like a fly.

Trelia walked through the flaming city, looking for life below and finding little of it, ending any traces of it seen with her magically aided vision with a firm step. Flaming buildings were trodden on carelessly, the flames not so much as singing her pale flesh and she smiled at this. Finally she was satisfied that no one remained alive within the city walls and walked out, through her shield, absently cancelling it and zeroing in on the last life sign remaining for miles, a cowering woman, almost catatonic, huddled outside the wall.

Trelia knelt to bring her face close, lips still stained with human blood, "You will go to other humans. You will let them know the price they will pay for violence against the elves... And you will tell them what you have seen today. Tell them to fear Trelia."

The shaking woman managed to nod and Trelia rose, satisfied, and walked away, towards her forest. Behind her the only survivor of ten thousand watched the beautiful, graceful elf leave, then slowly got to her feet and started walking towards the next city.

The name of Trelia would not soon be forgotten.

The End.....?