A Mother, a Daughter, and my Uncle. Then came Ara. Part three
by marcuswriter3@gmail.com

Lady Ara's terrifying conjured creature is born. The huge female creature is
almost incapable of reasoning with, yet instinctively understands what she is
to do. The Mother and Daughter are in her sights.


Mina and Trudy stood shell-shocked at that which they saw. There are big
people around, there are muscular people too; strong people, nasty people and
natural born killing machines. What they were looking at seemed to be a mix 
of all those. Though she was clearly far from ugly -- she was, in point of fact, 
actually most pretty and attractive --she was facially contorted with intense anger 
and, it seemed, much hatred. Standing with her muscles all tense and simply 
oozing power, the physical beauty of her was not 
the initial gleaning of information one witnessed. 

This mammoth woman was D'bar. The name came to common knowledge much 
later, but for this extraordinary literary record, it is well to know her
title sooner. 

What a monstrous spectacle she portrayed, magnificent and so incredibly 
frightening. As she moved it seemed her muscles took on a life of their own, each 
one with the ability to produce its own show for the benefit of reducing opponents 
to jelly in mere seconds. It was apparent that Mina and Trudy were stunned and 
rigid in fascination and fear. As for James, well, he had already received a 
stroking of his thinning hair from the giant woman and, though sensing he had 
little to fear, he still shook with the incredulity of it all. Lady Ara, well, 
strangely, the battered Goddess appeared to be missing.

A tremendous roar then came from the deep cavernous recess that was
D'bar's throat. It was so loud as to make shudder and shake every living thing
within a large radius; maybe non-living things too. The two antagonists were
visibly shaken by the tuneless horrendous bellow and, with the raised fists, the 
slight leaning forward of the massive shoulders and torso of the giantess, the 
firmly planted legs that were quite bent at the knees, all that along with the very 
face of hell upon her, it was more than enough to make the most raging of 
creatures collapse there and then, turn tail and flee with the most hastened of 
speed.

The Goliath-like figure that stood before Mina and Trudy was truly no less than 
awesome; she was a magnificent specimen of unchained rage encapsulated in
female form. With more study she was indeed, as originally conceived, beautiful 
too, so reminiscent of the Goddess Ara that had seemingly vanished from the 
immediate area. Though Ara was creamy white in complexion while this being 
was tanned a little, the truth was she was stunning. But her anger personified 
made the scenario not one of majestic loveliness, though the tempest she 
exhibited was way more prominent to view. Now, she was about to confront the 
two petrified women.  To them, it was a nightmare they were both sharing and 
they were, quite rightly, in fear for their very lives, because this huge woman 
heading toward them was obviously intent on causing them immense pain and 
damage before too long.

As the six feet nine inch and two hundred and fifty pound colossus stood not five 
feet away from the duo -- further witnesses had her at seven feet, nearer to three 
hundred in reality -- it was only at this instant that they fully understood the 
enormity of the giantess. Although she did not bulge with balloon-like muscles all 
over, her shoulders were incredibly broad, and her chest so wide a seasoned 
bodybuilder would have cowered in shame. She was enormous; each arm gave the 
impression it could carry a tree and each leg looked like it could propel the body 
of the Titan many metres in the air. A belly that gave no sign of weakness, a waist 
that narrowed so beautifully making her torso an almost perfect inverted triangle, 
a neck that could surely withstand an iron bar hitting it, and, all in all, a 
phenomenal war machine in human state. 

Another mighty roar and into action. With little finesse her massive hands reached 
out and clumsily rested on the female's heads, covering and draping over their 
skulls with fingers that matched bananas for size. D'bar held the two stock-still 
and then brought them slowly together, nearer to her, as she lowered her face, her 
big, wrathful face, to meet their quizzical and terrified stares and she roared 
directly into their gaping mouths and wide eyes. This Titan was so angry and had 
unfettered rage enough for ten irate people. But at this time, a distraction was 
apparent; her mind seemed already set on something other than the instant 
destruction and death of the two captive ladies. Indeed, D'bar's eyes were flitting 
left and right as if in search. Then, of course, it dawned that she certainly was in 
search; she had literally just been born and she was ravenous, so hungry in fact 
that the two frightened captives began to think they were on the menu!

As it turned out, they weren't and they were eternally grateful for that, though it 
only slowed the inevitable. The giant simply threw the two away from her, with 
such force they both crashed down to the ground, exposing their sweating bodies 
and their much-seen underwear. They bumped about a bit until they were able to 
steady themselves and gaze at the woman that had left them in their haphazard 
condition. 

The Titan, D'bar, was hurtling toward a stray barking dog -- a medium sized 
hound but a small dog when compared to the giantess -- but, well, maybe a morsel 
is better than nothing. The dog continued to bark and the terrifying body of the 
loud-screaming giant lunged forward to grab at the noisy animal. Thankfully, for 
the canine and the spectators too, she brushed past the barking dog and made for 
the apples that had fallen from one of the many fruit trees lining the lane near 
to James' house.

The mammoth woman picked up handfuls of her chosen pick and rammed so 
many inside of her that surely she was going to choke! Not a chance, she could 
crunch and swallow apples as if she was taking in tiny peas, in around two 
minutes she must have got through nineteen or twenty of the large red fruits! With 
fruit juice streaming ungainly down her massive red lips onto her chin and 
dripping off it, and her appetite abated for this immediate time, she slowly looked 
back over her shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed affording her an even angrier 
look than usual as she spotted the two bullies looking back at her in amazement. 

As her flat muscular stomach already began to make churning noises from within, 
once again the gargantuan female strode toward the duo. Reaching them in 
seconds, she grabbed roughly at Mina and drew her to her face. D'bar's stomach 
making loud gurgling sounds now, Mina was spellbound and her jaw dropped in 
fear as D'bar inhaled a deep, deep breath and let out an incomparable belch 
straight into Mina's open mouth. Her face, almost convulsing, told the story of 
just how bad an experience it must have been. The belch lasted three or four 
seconds, the noise was quite something, and the smell... well, Mina's face painted 
that picture. D'bar seemed content with the vulgar occurrence, though her stomach 
was now noisier than ever. 

Trudy was wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the treatment she saw her tough Mother 
receive; she had no intention of trying to rescue her however, which was 
probably just as well. For at that moment D'bar pushed Mina to the ground, face 
down, and legs sprawled out, her black skirt around her waist her knickers clearly 
on view. There was a small yelp from the fallen woman and a huge roar again 
from the giant. Another belch, then a movement as D'bar sat down, knees 
upwards, thus exposing for the first time, her leopard-skin knickers that matched 
the rest of her outfit. With her full weight on Mina's back, a great gasp was 
unleashed from the crushed woman; a strangled sound of pleading, a number of 
small cracking sounds and D'bar reaching for the head of the prone woman, which 
she achieved easily, holding it in a cruel way with both of her monstrous sized 
hands. 

The pulling back of the non-resisting head was not an easy thing to witness, but 
the Titaness cared not one jot for the agony of this torturous move. Mina's sinews 
snapped and popped along with little cracking sounds. No vocal emissions were 
permitted, as her throat was not in a suitable position or condition to be able to 
make any such utterances. Mina tried in a futile attempt to grasp the Titan's hands 
or arms and prise them away from her, but, this was all to no avail and suddenly a 
sickening explosion of crunching sounds burst through the air; D'bar had pulled 
Mina back so far that the bully's spine broke in several places!

D'bar kept hold of the critically damaged woman's head in her hands and
allowed herself something of a tiny smile as she realised what she had done.
She pulled at the head and it stretched easily of course, with little or no sinews, 
tendons, or muscles with which to prevent the action. D'bar laughed and threw the 
female's head down hard on the ground. She moved up and prepared herself to sit 
her enormous yet gorgeous arse, a perfectly rounded pair of globes, on it. She was 
lifting her feet off of the ground as she readied to crush the head flat with the 
extra pressure and weight. Trudy, who had finally now found a voice, screamed 
and cried with such passion that D'bar looked up from her labours and smiled at 
the schoolgirl's manic dismay. 

D'bar gritted her strong, large white teeth, which gave her face an overall visage 
of hatred and pure evil. She placed Mina's head, that was now fully under her 
arse, in such a way that it was staring straight ahead at her own Daughter, Trudy, 
who was herself absolutely staggered at this giant sitting on her Mother who lay 
helpless underneath. Mina cried silent tears unable to utter anything as her vocal 
capability was destroyed a short while before. It all occurred to be so cold and 
evil.

D'bar, with knees upward and legs wide open, now sat down hard on the bullying
woman's skull and the pressure was mighty and intense. Mina's eyes almost 
popped out of her head as the weight became more and more unbearable. D'bar
laughed in that now-so-recognisable deep, echoing level of noise and then, with 
stomach gurgling noisily, screwed her face up in a smiling fashion and let out a 
monstrous fart as she sat atop of Mina's flattening head. 

The sound was incredible and the odour, when it hit, was immensely 
overpowering. Even D'bar laughingly turned her own face away from the waft of 
putrid scent that Mina was fully experiencing, her pained head sat on in the way 
that someone may sit on the head of a tiger skin rug, which was prostrate with its 
legs positioned splayed outward, its head upwards offering itself as a seat. Yet 
here, audibly from Mina's own skull, there were several tiny little pops and cracks 
as various bones, minor and major, within Mina's capitulating cranium, began to 
give way under the force of the beauty that sat upon it.

Trudy was staring with a disbelieving but accepting attitude, as Mina's face 
became more and more condensed into itself as the squashing truly began to take 
its full effect. D'bar's gurgling sounds were still very evident as were her many 
vile burps. There was then, abruptly, a complete slip downwards as the bullying 
Mother's jaw cracked and went to the left, collapsing her upper mandible on top, 
viciously and agonizingly. Teeth shattered and several fell out of her grotesquely 
twisted mouth. Blood oozed from her eyes and her arms, which were like frenetic 
windmill vanes powered by her wild kicking antics from her shapely legs, whirled 
in a futile effort to escape the torture. 

Trudy screamed seeing her own Mother in such a devastatingly dangerous way. 
She was crying as she knew what was happening yet powerless to prevent the 
inevitable. Was the boy in the bush masturbating to this sickening spectacle? 
There was certainly much movement of branches being violently agitated. 

D'bar, still burping for her own amusement upon the dying body of her trapped 
victim, bounced on the crushed head as if to flatten it more, genuinely liking the 
sensation, her massive steel-like thighs hardly showing any give whatsoever. 
She was beaming at her own cruel methods and the new feelings that she was now 
playing around with for her own entertainment. Her bodily functions were all 
completely new to her of course, and, like a child, she was experimenting and 
having fun with them. Blood now seeped from Mina's mouth and her whirling 
arms and flailing legs were visibly slowing in their aggressive propelling. Her 
nose was streaming with red rivers of blood and this could only mean the end was 
soon, quite soon.

James, who had found a new sense of strength, belief, and hope, was still on his 
knees but upright on them, no longer squatting. While ignoring the pain his 
battered body was feeling, he was watching the most horrifying scene and, though 
he was an obvious pacifist, he was attaining a most perverse pleasure in the 
demolition that was being dealt before him. 

Trudy was sitting on the ground, her knees up and her legs wide open. She had 
lost all control of how a lady behaves, if she ever had any, and was just 
dumbfounded at that which she was being forced to digest, and it was gripping 
her in a way nothing ever had. Seeing her Mother being crushed and twisted while 
being so utterly humiliated in the sickest of ways was too much to take in and so, 
after such a prolonged viewing, she was now about to pass-out; within mere 
seconds, she did so. 

James was delighted and now emitted a solitary whooping noise that showed just 
how much it meant to him to be avenged. D'bar, still sitting on Mina's lifeless 
skull, turned her head slightly, as a dog might when it hears a high pitched 
whistle, and studied the unconscious schoolgirl. She grunted, burped several 
times, and then with gritted teeth, exerted herself once more into the total 
destruction of the head underneath her. This culminated in more cracking, tearing 
and low splashing sounds as all manner of atrocities were happening to the dead 
woman's head that was directly under D'bar's arse.

Slowly, stealthily -- though not warily -- D'bar rose up from the corpse of Mina.
The partially crushed skull lay in its own blood and spewed bits of all sorts
that were disgusting slimy oddments. The ugly stretched neck, multi-coloured
from bruising and splits, obligatory and momentary twitching of limbs and digits 
eventually coming to a stop was a signal for the standing giantess to move away 
from her first kill and move toward her next victim, Trudy, who was still 
unconscious and in a most vulnerable position.

D'bar burped twice as she walked onward, amused by her new found habit, and
stood, legs either side of the supine female form the schoolgirl.
Looking down at her white face, watching her shallow breathing, D'bar felt no
empathy or sympathy; she actually felt, inside, more than a little impatient for 
the girl to rouse herself.  Prompting her to a speedy waking by nudging her slightly 
plump stomach with her leopard-skin booted feet, after a short time D'bar sat 
down on the Trudy's chest and held her in a most delicious looking schoolgirl pin. 
With monstrously strong thighs framing the pretty-ish face that she peered down 
upon, her crotch, wrapped in leopard-skin knickers, against Trudy's chin, the 
weight which was now being pushed down on her forced the young victim to 
breathe in a struggling manner and also encouraged strained face pulling and clear 
exertion coming to terms with the pressure she subconsciously was experiencing, 
D'bar's thighs were very tight against her squashed face and made Trudy appear to 
be pouting, which seemed to please the victorious woman. 

The gurgling stomach of her vicious assailant was the first thing that registered 
with Trudy as she slowly began to stir and hazy eyes showed in shadowed form a 
large human shape on and above her. A burp from Hades itself rudely woke 
Trudy from her unintentional slumber and she was now fully aware that the Titan 
was sitting on her and crushing the very life out of her without even trying. It was 
actually a beautiful face that loomed over Trudy, but one that allowed no quarter 
of emotion or clue as to what may take place from this moment on. There was so 
much pressure on her chest that breathing was getting harder by the second and 
she imagined she felt her breastbone begin to weaken and threaten collapse or 
possible fracture.

There was no way that Trudy would be able to withstand this immense pressure
on her for any length of time and it made her panic; tears flowed, her face 
reddened, her screaming was manic and her arms, mostly pinned under the 
giantess' shins behaved in such an agitated manner that it was impossible not
to see that the young girl was in dire trouble. No respite was forthcoming 
however, and the longer the torture continued the more the pain was having its 
due effect, that is to say, her body was about to give way to the insufferable 
weight it was unable to bear. 

D'bar just continued looking down at the strange contortions of the girl's face and 
was amused and content enough to witness the struggles and the desperation at 
the anguish she was totally responsible for. In fact she did move; she moved her 
leopard-skin covered crotch a little more forward and was now feeling the bottom 
lip of the pitiful prisoner against them. It was a small feeling but one which she 
liked a lot, signified by the half closing of her eyes and her lips slightly parting 
as if in some sort of mild rapture. Washed over by the warmest of siroccos, D'bar 
inched up yet further onto Trudy's face and was now covering her mouth and nose 
leaving just a pair of wide desperate eyes, staring upwards at the revolting 
situation she found herself in so soon after the ecstasy of beating to a pulp the 
feeble male that had angered and insulted her simply by refusing to fall down and 
worship her. 

As she tasted and breathed in the material and odours of the leopard-skin knickers 
covering the lower part of her face, and as she felt the gripping strength of the 
thighs that permitted no movement at all, she was resigned in the knowledge that 
her turn was now, at seventeen, to face a most humiliating and incredible death at 
the hands of a freak of nature that, even as Trudy was thinking these things, was 
using her for a newly found sexual pleasure in this new world she had so recently 
been born into.

The giantess didn't know why, she had no interest in the knowing, she just knew 
that as she rubbed her crotch over the contoured face of the imprisoned schoolgirl, 
she was awash with tidal waves of pleasure. Such divine intrusions of rapture 
were heaven-sent, and she was determined to get as much of it as she could. 

Rubbing herself completely over the face under her, she was brutal in her actions; 
slow and soft, harsh and rigorous, slow and then fast, soft and then fiercely firm, 
each action brought its own delicious reward and D'bar was almost beside herself 
with wondrous delight. Now realising that she was inadvertently clutching her 
breasts, breasts that weren't monstrously sized, but were even so large, firm and 
round and so perfectly attractive on this immense female, she was holding them 
and moving them around, sometimes in unison with each other and often in 
opposite directions, she placed her fingers over the material of the leopard-skin 
garb she wore and delightedly found she was now gripping her very own nipples 
which, as she was discovering, was a most beautiful feeling, sending a whoosh of 
hot air through her body from her toes to her head. She was rough yet safe with 
her own nipple toying as befits a giantess perhaps, but when she placed one of her 
massive hands behind her in an attempt to seek out Trudy's nipples it would result 
in a different outcome. 

As D'bar's moment of rapture continued there was a frightening element to 
Trudy's eyes, more frightening than before if possible, as she felt a huge hand 
caress her stomach and then up to her breast searching for that trophy she craved. 
There was already an involuntary hardening of the schoolgirl's nipples, but there 
it was, hardened nonetheless. With one mighty hand and large fingers the giantess 
had them both, playing with them, pinching, grabbing, gently twisting them and 
then suddenly pulling on them making poor Trudy yell albeit stifled under the 
crotch of her captor. It seemed that playing with the young girl's nipples was 
almost as pleasurable to D'bar as grappling with her own. However, the cost to 
Trudy was tragically devastating as the weight of the attacker was now far too 
much, more concentrated, as it was now, upon the very top part of her slightly-
built chest, throat, and face. There was some cracking which was a pre-cursor to 
muscles and sinews ripping. The pain was staggering and water fell from the eyes 
of the squashed girl. 

D'bar hardly noticed as she continued rubbing her wet crotch and playing with her 
nipple and both of the girl's under her. There was intermittent groaning in ecstasy 
along with her endless belching; the giantess enjoyed both. However under her 
the young schoolgirl was able to enjoy absolutely nothing as the gargantuan 
thighs and wet crotch moved nearer to the destruction of the face and body they 
held captive. With more cracking, and oozing of blood from various orifices, 
some which were obscured by the crotch covering her face, Trudy was 
suffocating and bleeding internally from the immense pressure of the seated 
woman's body on her. She was being crushed to death and as the victorious 
female bathed in her luxurious delight, rubbing herself frantically over the 
bruised, bloodied and battered face of the young miss, the girl herself was now 
dying and in such am agonising and horrific manner. 

To be crushed slowly must be terrifying and totally abject in its pain, but to be 
used as a sex toy as you are so sickeningly being killed was from hell itself. 
D'bar climaxed on the face of the now lifeless girl under her and she felt so good, 
warm, so warm, wet and contentedly satisfied, she would want more of this and would 
get it at any cost. Taking a second to gaze down at the forehead that was visible to 
her, she slid back onto her throat and laughed as she saw the dead black eyes wide 
open with blood around them. A messy creamy sticky liquid was also in plentiful 
supply; her mangled face looked so oddly shaped with matted hair containing many 
various ingredients. And so, with hands on hips the giantess roared with a fit of 
the giggles that was an obscene finale to her dispatching of a young person, even 
though she had been a bad person in her own right.

With no conscience or guilt, D'bar chose to remain seated on her kill, taking time 
to view the contorted face that lay stuck between her powerful tanned thighs and 
under her crotch, her wringing wet leopard-skin knickers that she was now 
noticing, this knowledge making her let loose her customary burps and some 
laughter here and there. This was a cold, viciously capable killing monster that 
was now loosed upon the Earth, and much more of this was certain to be 
accomplished which was a most chilling fearful consideration.

As the giantess stood up off of Trudy's crushed lifeless body, she surveyed the 
near vicinity and admiringly glared at the mutilated dead body of Trudy's Mother. 
A scene of utter carnage was where she was now and D'bar liked being there. 
James moved, as quickly as he was able, to his mistresses side and cuddled into 
her huge thigh in his revered manner and then, slowly, steadily, the fatigued 
figure of Lady Ara was seen to move into view as she took her place next to the 
being of her creation, her conjured thoughts personified if you like, that, quite 
simply and most frighteningly, was the strongest, violent and evil killing creature 
on the planet... 

D'bar.