GIANT GODDESS By Chelgi Diane knew it should have been happening faster than the eye could follow, yet everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the ship tumbled and fell in an uncontrollable dive toward the glistening blue and white planet miles below. She was dead! There was no question in her mind, this was how it all ends she thought, but maybe, just maybe, if I can hit the eject I might have a chance to make it. Slim, but a chance. Her hand moved slowly, ever so slowly, like it was floating in molasses toward that magic red button on the seat arm. It was almost like it was happening to someone else. The side window bulged out, then slowly pealed back and tore away. A rip began at the corner of the empty hole and slid back and up taking the entire side of the ship with it. With near indifference she watched the control panel float back, just missing the side of her head, and wrap itself around a frame bending the frame slowly back and out. Her hand gently touched the red button and the entire scene exploded around her in a whirl of motion. Looking about Diane found she was still sitting strapped in her seat, but she was now drifting peacefully through quiet air beneath the huge white canopy of her emergency chute. From this altitude she had an excellent view of the terrain. Rolling green hills of a forest beneath her, a river in front and a sea coast off to her right. No signs of civilization, but then she didn't expect any. Far below her a column of black smoke rose into the sky. She wondered about it.... No time had passed since she pressed the eject button; or had it? She realized that the smoke was probably her ship, or at least the burned out hole where it had hit. Everything she had in this world was in the emergency pack under the seat. As she floated peacefully down she noted that the sun was setting to her left and would presumably rise from the sea to her right in the morning. Good! That would at least give her a destination and bearings to travel toward in the morning. There was no use in looking for the ship as it was now just a burned out hole in the ground. Suddenly she was no longer just drifting but the forest was rushing up at her. Then the trees seemed to explode around her. Crashing into the trees she landed hard on the ground in a grove of seeming mature trees that were not much more than waist high to her. Disentangling the chute from the trees she pulled the emergency pack from beneath the seat and checked it out. The first thing she pulled out was a big survival knife, a lot like an old fashion machete, only much better steel and razor sharp, then she checked the food, water and emergency Personal Locator Beacon. Chuckling a cynical laugh she thought, it might be great in space, or on a civilized planet, but here? Setting it in the seat she laughed as she pulled the pin to activate it, and murmured what the hell, can't hurt. She had no idea where she was, and had seen no signs of civilization on the planet before her ship had made its disastrously uncontrolled re-entry, nor on her way down in the chute. She really didn't even know what had happened to the ship. She had been on a routine flight from Pollex to Epsilon 24 when suddenly her trans-light drive made a tremendous racket, slammed out of trans-light, and the ship was drifting toward this planet. Two days of total silence had greeted her on all frequencies, with no sign of response to her emergency signals. She had never heard of a ship dropping out of trans-light drive before, but then several ships had disappeared over the years and no one knew why. Maybe she now knew what had happened to some of them. By now she had all her gear packed up and she set out for the river to camp for the night. Although the trees looked like mature trees they were no more than waist high to her, it was more like wading through brush than walking through a forest. The trees though were soft and very brittle. Limbs broke off as her thighs pressed against them and whole trees snapped and crashed to the ground shattering and crunching just like a real tree falling. Only once did she catch sight of any animals, she caught a fleeting glimpse of a mouse sized animal that looked like a deer. She laughed at it and thought what a terrific little pet something like a miniature deer would make, if she could get some of them home and sell them to a pet shop. In a clearing just above a bend in the little river, more of a big creek than a river she thought, she popped up her tent and settled down for the night. Exhaustion suddenly set in and she simply broke some of the soft wood she found abundant in the bushes about her and made a small fire. She ate a package of emergency rations, crawled into the tent and fell into a deep sleep atop her sleeping bag. Birds singing in the trees woke her to one of the most glorious sunrises she had ever seen. The lack of more than a very mild morning chill foretold that the day would probably be a hot one. She popped open a package and ate breakfast, as she ate she reveled in the peaceful surroundings. The forest of miniature trees abounded with what she first thought were bugs, but looking closer she saw that they were birds, tiny little birds, singing and fluttering about. They seemed funny though, they were the size of insects, but were definitely birds as they flew through the miniature trees and sang their high pitched little songs, the biggest was barely as big as the tip of her little finger. The air was crisp and clean and she noticed how good she felt. Everything seemed light and her steps were springy... too springy... She reached out and lifted the emergency pack weighing it in her hand. Light gravity! Less than half to maybe a third normal, that explained the great feeling. Oh, well, a lot better light than heavy. What a wonderful world, if she could find some civilization she might even consider staying here. She was laughing as she realized that if she didn't find some civilization she was definitely going to stay here. Whether she wanted to or not! Before she had finished eating she noted that her pretty metallic jumpsuit was going to be too hot for this climate. She cut and folded a spare foil blanket to make a glittering golden skirt, and in this climate she didn't need a top. She went without a top at the beach most of the summer at home anyway and had a magnificent tan. She folded the tent, sleeping bag, and her jumpsuit. Stuffing them into the pack she swung it onto her broad shoulders. In this light gravity the pack weighed almost nothing as she started off down river toward the sea. Her thoughts wandered as she walked lightly along reveling in the clean odor of the miniature forest in the soft warm air. She wondered how her two little husbands were getting along without her to care for them and guide them. She thought how this light gravity would be perfect for them. She could easily carry one under each arm with no strain here, and when she walked on their small naked bodies it wouldn't be such a severe punishment as it had been in the past. At six feet four and two hundred thirty pounds of well toned muscle, she enjoyed the roll of Amazon in their marriage, and smiled as she remembered some of the beatings she had given those poor little masochists. Idly she swung her heavy bush knife viciously against the trunk of one of the tiny little trees she was passing, pretending she was whipping one of her husbands. To her surprise the knife slashed through the trunk completely and the little tree fell against her, broken branches tangling about her legs. Surprise caught her off balance and the falling tree knocked her to the ground, burying her legs under the limbs. Frightened as the tiny tree fell on her, she was astonished as with one arm she lifted the tree from herself and literally threw it to the side. She laughed... "A superwoman! Take that tree! What a wonderful place to play Amazon!" She loved the feeling of power the light gravity gave her. About noon she came on a narrow dirt pathway that led across the river on a stone bridge. A funny little bridge, not much more than a foot wide, with side rails well under ankle high. Elated at finding signs of civilization, even if primitive, she wondered which way to go to find a settlement. Thinking both ways probably led to a town of some kind she set out across the bridge for no reason other than its apparent uniqueness. Before she got across she was glad the bridge was low and close to the water, for in spite of the light gravity the bridge shook with each step she took, and seemed about to collapse into the river with her. Less than an hours walk brought her to small fields and the most unusual thing she had seen yet, cattle, looking for all the world like cattle from Earth, except that they were no more than six inches high. They were all grazing peacefully until they saw her and then they spooked and ran bawling in a veritable miniature stampede to the furthest corner of their pasture. She wondered at the tiny cattle, but thought little of it as small animals were kept in different ways in different places. Until she saw the horses! There was no question, they were horses. She was very familiar with horses, since riding was one of her hobbies. These were horses, perfectly formed horses eight inches high. They were not the small thick-set ponies bred as miniatures but slender legged, perfectly proportioned horses. It was starting to fit together, the small bridge, the tiny cattle, and now miniature horses. The only thing that didn't fit was the gravity, for the animals to be small it should have been heavy gravity, light gravity makes for huge animals. Rounding a curve in the path a few minutes later she spotted a villa, she started to approach, then stopped. It didn't look right. It was walled and the sturdy wooden doors were all closed up, but it looked like a kid's playhouse. Either her depth perception was messed up and it was further away than it looked, or it was like the trees, barely waist high. She slipped into a copse of trees carefully threading her way through the miniature trees until she had a good view of the villa. Sitting in the woods out of sight of the villa she studied it. There was something that just didn't seem right about it. No one was in sight but the cattle around it were grazing normally, then suddenly it hit her. The cattle appeared to be normal sized... compared to the buildings! She tried to estimate the sizes. The walls were six, maybe seven times as high as the cattle. If they had been normal sized cattle that would make the walls nearly thirty feet high, and the doors about ten feet tall. But... if these were the eight inch cattle, that would make the walls only about three feet high, and the doors only about a foot high. Hearing noises on the path behind her she slid down and lay hidden in the brush around her. Diane watched in amazement at the sight as seven men rode up on horseback, tiny little men on miniature horses! She was totally confused, miniature horses... men barely eight inches tall, if that, riding up to a doll-house sized castle! And the men were wearing armor; not the ancient tin-can type armor, but nearly pre-historic roman type armor. She felt like she was in a fairy tale, Alice in Wonderland, or Gulliver's Travels, as she watched those tiny little men ride up to the gate. They looked perfectly normal before gates ten to fifteen feet high, but they were only six or eight inches tall themselves. The gates opened and they rode into the castle under the watchful eyes of other tiny men armed with bows and pikes in the courtyard. For the first time since her abrupt arrival she wished for a gun. Her only weapon was the bush knife from the survival kit that hung from her utility belt. The total impossibility of what she had just seen slowly grew in her mind. She had just seen a troop of Roman soldiers enter a Roman villa five thousand years after the last Roman general had died. Not only that, but these soldiers were only six or eight inches tall! Okay... she'd go along with the silly game! And standing up she walked out of the trees and toward the villa. The cattle near the villa were the first to see her and again panic and a miniature stampede. Ignoring the frightened cattle she continued toward the walls until she heard high pitched screaming and yelling from inside the villa. She stopped and watched as a group of little men ran along the top of the nearest wall. Shortly a volley of tiny arrows lifted and floated toward her landing fifty feet short of her position. She stood still for a few minutes and nothing happened, two steps toward the villa, and another flight of arrows soared out toward her. She was not getting a nice welcome. She realized that if what she had seen was real, the tiny men and cattle, she must appear to them as a terrifying giant, fifty or sixty feet tall. And she remembered how historically giants had been played up in stories as evil and vicious. ... Come to think of it she did have a sadistic streak a mile wide... That was one reason she liked the Amazon roll she always played with her pathetic little husbands, she enjoyed dominating little men. And these were the littlest she'd ever seen. She'd be happy to play monster for them.... It might be fun! However, it appeared they didn't want a visit from a fifty foot giantess. It was nearly midnight when the thick wooden courtyard gate with its heavy iron plating exploded inward along with the stone arch above it. Now it lay crumpled and splintered like matchwood in the courtyard. Framed in the open doorway in the dim moonlight was a giant woman's figure moving slowly forward. Fifty or sixty feet tall she towered into the warm night air like a Goddess. A great golden skirt flared about her colossal legs while her upper body shimmered naked in the torchlight of the courtyard. Great golden boots three times the height of a man and a massive sword, also three times as long as a man, swinging easily from her huge hand completed the terrifying appearance of this monstrous giantess. In the silence following the rending crash of the disintegrating gate only two sounds could be heard, the quiet rippling of the courtyard fountain, and the crunch of her immense boots as she slowly walked into the yard. The gigantic woman had nearly reached the fountain in the center of the courtyard when the sleepy guards began reacting. The fountains circular rim was barely three inches high, but it was as high as the little men's waist. One of the guards leaped to the rim and charged at Diane, swinging his short little sword at her legs. Flicking out with her survival knife Diane sent his sword flying across the yard to bound off the wall with a ping and a tiny shower of sparks. Her other hand reached down and clamped on his body. Curling her fingers about his body as though he was no more than a child's little doll, she plucked him from the fountain rim with one hand. Karthus screamed in a harsh voice and beat at the giantess's arm with his shield. The hand tightened with immense strength caving in his armor and crushing his ribs an chest. The hapless man screamed while blood spurted from his mouth and the shield fell from his paralyzed hand. Kicking and screaming in agony and fear he was lifted high in the air, up before her vast smiling face. For long moments he dangled in front of her great smiling face as she watched his vain struggles. As he went limp she laughed a short harsh laugh and threw his crushed body into the fountain. As another guard ran forward waving his sword she stepped nimbly aside and reached for him. He evaded the giant hand shrieking and dropped the useless sword. Like a woman picking up a doll she caught the frightened man in one hand, and lifted him effortlessly, while he struggled wildly in her powerful grip. Her enormously powerful hand squeezed and the sound of crunching metal, and the sharp report of breaking bones could be heard all over the courtyard. What should have been a scream of pain and terror was just a gurgling rush of air from crushed lungs. Still holding his crushed body in one hand she swung her knife at another little man charging her legs. She didn't even feel the impact as the heavy knife sliced through his body chest high parting him completely as he charged. His severed head and shoulders bounced off her boot before falling to the ground at her feet. She threw the dangling corpse of the second man she had crushed at a group of guards coming through an upper door scattering them in panic. Reaching a staircase guards were charging down she kicked at the stone stairway and laughed as it crumbled under her foot. Cries of terror and pain were lost amid the crash and roar of the falling stone. Her knife was a terrible sword to these little men, three times as long as they were tall. She was plying it viciously into their ranks, the sharp heavy blade slicing though their small soft bodies as easily as though she was waving it in empty air. A dozen or more had lost their lives to her terrible sword and only one even reached her legs, and that was his final mistake. His sword slammed into her boot hardly scratching the tough plastic surface. She lifted her huge foot over his tiny little body and stomped down hard. His scream cut off abruptly as the sound of crunching armor and bones was drowned out by the explosive crunch of her boot slamming into the pavement of the courtyard and crushing a ten foot long footprint in the pavement. When she lifted her foot there was little left of the soldier that had charged her boot; a bit of flattened copper and some bloody pieces of squashed meat. Another guard charged and she flicked her knife at him with two quick passes, slicing him into three pieces before he knew he had been killed. A shout during a momentary lull stopped all of the guards and they quickly drew back away from her. Diane looked at a balcony, just slightly above the height of her waist, at a heavyset man no more than six inches tall, dressed in rich robes. He held a tiny little empty hand toward her as if to tell her to stop, and then bowing slightly toward her, addressed her in a strange language. Although she could not understand him Diane realized he was asking for peace. Looking quickly around to make sure it was not a trick, she lifted her survival knify were going to see the gestures with their faces buried in the ground she didn't know, but she waved anyway. She looked at the man on the balcony and smiled, shrugging her shoulders and raising her hands at her sides as if to say, what now? The man smiled back, clapped his hands and spoke in the strange tongue. Diane looked around and saw the men all around her raising their heads and looking up at the man on the balcony. He waved his hands palms up, the same as Diane had and spoke again. The men began to rise, very carefully watching Diane as they got to their feet. When most of the men were on their feet, the man spoke again, obviously giving an order. Only a few seconds passed before there was a commotion in an area close to the crushed gate, a lot of yelling and a sound like several people fighting. Diane turned to face the noise and saw half a dozen men holding one man between them. Diane looked at them and noticed that the man they were holding seemed to be dressed slightly different from the others. Most of the men were common soldiers but this man had much nicer looking armor, almost a gold as opposed to the other's copper or bronze. She studied his clothing and armor for a few moments, and then she had it. Everything seemed to simply fall into place in her mind. They were wearing Roman type armor, complete with the helmets with those funny brushes on top. This man had a red brush, and a red cloak around his shoulders. He looked just like the pictures she had seen of Roman, what did they call them, tribunes or centurions or something like that! He was an officer! The almost familiar language was Latin! She really was in ancient Rome! Or at least the Roman empire, from her earlier observations maybe somewhere on the east coast of the Italian peninsula. God...! If that was true, she was not only five thousand years back in time, but had somehow grown to a fifty foot giantess when the ship had been thrown so violently out of trans-light drive. No wonder she had heard nothing but silence on all frequencies; she would have to wait another two thousand years for radio to even be invented. And another three thousand before her radio signals could be answered. And her size? God only knew... But how did this little man know her name? She thought about it for a few minutes; then it dawned! They weren't saying Diane, they were saying Diana. The Goddess of the hunt, Diana! They thought she was one of their ancient Gods, or Goddesses if you will. Oh, God, yes..! Her enormous size, her great golden skirt, and great sword. Damn, I guess I am a pretty impressive sight. Fifty feet tall, naked from the waist up and wearing a golden skirt. Sure... what else would they think. Ha..! I'm a goddess.... That's even better than an amazon...! And a fifty foot tall Goddess, at that! A real giant Goddess! I think I'm gonna' like this world. I sure as hell don't understand, at all, what happened. Maybe, this is a dream, or an alternate world, or maybe, I actually am back in time, but I might as well take advantage of whatever I can. By the time she had sorted this all out the men had brought the officer up before her and thrown him face down on the ground at her feet. He was writhing and squirming, screaming and yelling at them but they held him down in front of her. She looked at the man on the balcony and he tried to explain something to her in his language. Even though she now knew, or thought she knew, that his language was Latin. It didn't do her any good, she still didn't understand more than a word now and then. But he was trying to indicate something to her also. He was waving his arms pointing to the man on the ground and then pretended he was shooting a bow and arrow, and placing his hand along side his mouth shouting like he was shouting at others. Suddenly she understood, this was the officer that had given the order to shoot the arrows at her. Now he had been brought to her for her to punish as she choose. She looked down at his tiny body lying prone in front of her. Shit.... he wasn't as long as her foot. She grinned, she could squash him flat, like she had the soldier, by no more than lifting her foot and stepping on him. Should she play the vengeful Goddess, or should she be a forgiving Goddess. She thought about it. It sure would be fun to simply lift her huge foot and squash him like a mouse, but if she did and he had friends, could she trust anyone. What could they do to her? She didn't know, but she did know that she had to eat, and drink and sleep. And given enough time some of his little friends might think up a way to hurt or even kill her. How much poison does it take to kill a fifty foot woman? The boss man, had had him brought to her, but he had let him be brought to her alive. Did that mean that he wanted to leave the punishment up to her, or did it mean that this was a friend, or a good officer that he valued? He could just as easily have had the man killed and dragged his body to her, to show how loyal he was to his Goddess. She decided.... She lifted her foot and set it on the helpless squirming little man's back. Her giant foot covered him completely. She grinned, all she had to do was to put some weight on him and squish... no more little man. It might be fun, and it might be what they expected, but would it be the right thing to do? In reality the poor little bastard wasn't doing a damn thing but trying to protect the villa. Just a good officer doing his duty as he saw fit with a fifty foot giantess attacking the fort. She turned and looked at the boss man, then lifted her foot, reached down and picked the struggling man up in one hand, nearly knocking the two men that were holding him down. He was writhing and fighting, struggling helplessly in her gargantuan hand. She gently turned him around and put him in the palm of her other hand, then carefully and very gently began brushing him off. His helmet and sword were missing, she looked and saw them lying near where the group had appeared with him. Two titanic strides carried her to where the helmet and sword lay. She bent, picked them up in her giant fingers and very carefully set the helmet back on his head gently brushed it off with her huge fingertips, and dropped his sword in her palm next to him. Not realizing how gentle she was being with him he was still struggling and fighting. Knowing full well that nobody here could understand a word she was saying she spoke softly to the helpless man. "Hey, dude, come on... This is your lucky day. Quit fighting me. Your Goddess has forgiven you.... This time I'm going to be the kind forgiving Goddess. Next time, I'll be the cruel vengeful Goddess and squish a few little men just for fun." She turned and looking at the "boss man" held her little captive out to him. Caressing the terrified little man with the tips of her enormous fingers she gently lifted him between her thumb and forefinger, and set him on his feet in front of the man on the balcony. "Here you go, take good care of him, he's a good officer and was just doing his duty protecting your villa. He had no way of knowing whether I was a threat or not. Man if I saw a fifty foot giant coming at my house, I'd damn sure shoot at him too." and she released the little man and stepped back. The man doffed his helmet and dropped to one knee before the boss man, lowering his head. She stepped back, reached out with one giant hand and grasping him in her fingers lifted him to his feet. Then caressed his back with her fingertips. "Stand up little one, when you've been forgiven by this Goddess, you don't have to bow to anyone." She was slightly astonished then as the "boss man" reached out and threw his arms around the man and hugged him. They both seemed greatly relieved that he had been spared. After a moment of hugging each other they both turned and bowed to Diane. A long speech followed with much waving of arms and sweeping gestures. Diane received the impression that she was being welcomed with open arms and being given the run of the place. She smiled and waved her hands trying to say, thank you. Finally she threw her arms wide, slowly turning completely around and rolling her hands like she had seen the Pope do when he was blessing something. Then she turned to the two men, rolled her hands out to them palms up for a few seconds, then put her hands together, brought them up by her face and laying her head on them indicated sleeping on a pillow. Their faces lit up and they smiled so wide she thought they were going to break their jaws. Suddenly she heard a cheer from below and behind her. All of the little men in the courtyard were cheering her. They might not have been cheering so much if they knew how close her decision not to step on him had been. Had they known the extent of her sadistic streak, and how much she enjoyed teasing and hurting little men, they probably would not have been so eager to welcome her into their home either. She laughed to herself as she realized that she had made the right decision by not squashing him. The boss man moved to the rail near her and leaning out began waving his arms and jabbering at the men in the courtyard. He was waving and pointing one way then the other, then at Diane, then elsewhere. He was obviously giving orders about her. She watched in amazement as scores of little tiny men ran about madly. After all his waving and yelling he stood still and smiled up at her, putting his hands together and resting his head on them as she had done, then pointing toward another part of the building. She grinned, and laughed to herself at the way all those little people were scurrying about like a bunch of mice. They were all very careful to stay well away from her though. She had long since slid her knife back into the scabbard and was looking for a place to sit as she watched the activity. Even with the light gravity she had been up all day, walked a good many miles, and was tired. She watched the boss come slowly down a flight of stairs watching her as he came closer to the bottom. Apparently from his place on the balcony he hadn't had to look up so high at her, and just hadn't really realized how huge she really was. As he reached the courtyard, she noticed his attitude had changed slightly, he looked up more nervously at her as he moved. Somehow from his place on the balcony he had felt more secure than he did down here around her feet. He walked over to a long straight wall and looking up at Diane, indicated the ground next to the wall and then the wall, then he sat down on the ground and leaned up against the wall for a few seconds. Then he got up, walked a little way away and swept his arm out, bowing and extending his hand in invitation, pointed to the place he had sat. She realized he was offering her a place to sit while the scurrying activity went on. She smiled down at him, stepped over to the wall, thanked him and sat down. She started to lean back on the wall, then thought of how big she was and how much she must have weighed. She twisted slightly and using her hand tested the strength of the wall. It was apparently a very sturdy wall and felt strong enough. Oh, well it was his villa, if the wall collapsed it was his problem not hers. She knew that at her present size and with the light gravity, the entire damn villa could probably fall on her without hurting her. Leaning back she relaxed and felt good for the first time all day. She watched the activity for about half an hour as those tiny little people scurried about busily. She looked down at the boss man and the man she had spared as they stood near her hip and talked to her. She understood nothing of what they said, but knew they were trying to talk to her. From time to time she nodded her head like she understood them, and grunted 'uh' or some other noise to indicate she had heard them. Finally they seemed ready for her, and waving and jabbering they waved their arms for her to follow them. She looked around and then carefully climbed to her feet. The light gravity made it easy to get up, but she could feel how tired she really was. She hoped they were taking her to a bedroom. Very carefully she followed them across the courtyard and around a corner to a big long building. They pointed inside a door and indicated that she should go in. She looked at the door, and shook her head, it seemed about a foot high and not quite that wide, there was no way in hell she could fit through that tiny doorway. She felt like Alice in wonderland looking at a door entirely too small for her to fit through. She dropped to her knees and leaning forward looked in the little door. Inside was a huge room, easily big enough for her to lie in if not stand up. She knew there wasn't a room in the entire place where she could stand since the highest tower barely came chest high to her. But she stared into the room, not only was it big enough for her to lie down in, the entire floor was covered with pillows and tiny little mattresses. The guy had used every pillow in the place and most of the mattresses to make a bed for her. She felt honored, then she realized that he was the one who felt honored. He was actually going to have a real Goddess stay the night in his home. She laughed, and stuck her head in the door, her head fit through, but her shoulders wouldn't. She scrunched down, and lay flat on the ground. Arching her shoulders together and squirming a bit she just might fit through the tiny little opening. It was going to be tight. She wriggled forward and her shoulder hit the top of the door, her back was against one side and her tits were squeezed against the other wall. She wriggled again and pushed with her feet. The stone of the wall felt soft and crumbly as she moved, then she felt it give way and start to crumble under her mighty shoulders. She giggled, I can get in, but this damn little doorway isn't going to be the same after I get through it. Oh, to hell with it, little boss man, can just rebuild after I leave. She squirmed and pushed her way in ignoring the falling debris. Her tits hit the side of the doorway and she pushed. Nice big tits, she thought, bigger and stronger than this little wall. And she deliberately pressed her tits against the wall. Her tits won, the wall crumbled under their massive weight. She giggled again, boy if they thought her tits were a tight fit, wait until her hips started through. I hope there isn't anyone in the way 'cause they're sure as hell gonna' get squashed. Hell I hope the entire damn little building doesn't fall down on top of me. It won't hurt me, but I'll have to sleep in the open if it does. And she pushed. Just as she thought, her hips ripped most of the wall down as she squeezed through the opening. Yeah, it was a lot bigger opening now that she had crawled through than it ever was before. She looked back at the crumbled and crushed wall, and laughed. You sure you want a giant Goddess to stay with you tonight, little fellow? She looked at the huge hole in the wall and thought, sure ain't gonna' have much privacy with a hole like that in my bedroom wall. Well, I'll just have to sleep with my clothes on tonight. Then she laughed. Why? These little men want to see a naked Goddess, why not. They sure as hell aren't going to bother me. One of them rape me.... She was giggling again. Sure come on boys, I think I can probably take care of all of you, most of you at one time. Hell.. I could even use a couple at a time as dildos. I'll bet none of them have ever seen that much pussy in one place at one time. Come on up and see me sometime, big boys.... and she laughed as she rolled to her back on the soft little pillows. They were far too thin to be comfortable, but she was tired and it didn't take long until she was in a deep sleep oblivious to the world. Moments after she lay back on the thin little pillows and closed her eyes she heard a noise. It sounded like someone had dropped a tin can lid. She sat up and grabbed her knife, looking to see if someone was sneaking up on her. Sunlight was streaming through the open wall, and a tiny little man was standing there staring at her with his mouth open in total shock, and a spilled tray of food at his feet. A soldier was standing beside him, yelling at him. Even though she didn't understand the language, it didn't take a lot of understanding to know that the soldier was cursing the other man, who appeared to be a servant. There were several other men behind the first two, and they were all bearing trays full of food. The soldier drew his sword and raised his arm to strike the man who had dropped the tray. Before he could strike, Diane reached out and grabbed the soldier between her fingers, snatching him into the air, and bringing him up before her face. Holding him like a child's doll in her hand she scowled at him. "Look, little man, I didn't kill the man who ordered the attack on me when he first saw me. I'm not going to let you kill a man for dropping a tray when he first saw a fifty foot giantess in front of him." She then noticed the head man standing in the open doorway. "Good, here you take him, and get me another overseer to take better care of my servants." She knew "Boss-man" couldn't understand a word she was saying, but she said it anyway. She set the soldier roughly in front of the boss-man and gave him a tiny little push with her fingertips toward the boss-man. Her tiny little push was not as gentle as she had intended and it sent the man sprawling to the floor sliding right up to boss-man's feet. She reached over to where the servant was cleaning up the spilled tray, picked up the sword from the floor, broke it in half between her fingers and tossed the broken halves to the soldier lying at the boss-man's feet. The boss-man bent down and picked up the two halves of the sword. He looked at the bent and broken sword and then up at Diane. He looked down at the man at his feet and started in chastising him more severely than the soldier had been cursing at the servant. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and roughly lifted him to his feet. He used the broken hilt of the sword to cut the straps of the man's armor and yanked it off him. Then he threw the hilt and the armor to the ground at the door. He grabbed the man, spun him around and walked him over to where Diane was sitting. Diane watched as the man neared in complete terror, he was shaking and although she couldn't see anything she would bet a good bit that he had pissed his pants. The boss-man thrust him at Diane, and waved his hands at first the man and then extending his hand palm up gave her a short speech. Diane didn't understand the language, but she knew that she was being given a servant, or slave as she saw it. "Ok, Boss-man, I understand. But what do you want me to do with him? I can't understand any of you, and he sure as hell can't understand me." She reached out and picked the terrified man up in one hand, brought him up to her face and smiled cruelly at him. "Ok, little man, you're mine now. What should I do with you? I guess I'll just keep you here for now, and when I learn your language a little better maybe you can be of help to me." She looked down at the little boss-man and pretended to be tying a string, or to them a rope, around the man's neck. Then she lifted her hands palms up and out, then reached out to the boss-man with one hand palm up. He laughed, and turning gave a sharp command. It wasn't more than a few seconds when another servant came running in with a short length of rope in his hands. Boss-man pointed at Diane, and said something to the man. The man looked up at Diane sitting there holding a full grown man in the giant fingers of one hand, paled and started shaking. Diane could read his fear and gestures easily. "Boss-man, do I really have to go up to her? Please don't make me do that, I'm afraid of that gigantic woman." No words were exchanged, but the boss-man whipped his hand forward toward Diane and the trembling man slowly approached. This one wasn't a soldier, she could see that he was pissing in his pants, literally, the moisture running down his leg showed. Diane reached out slowly, took the rope from his hand, and said in a gentle soothing voice. "Relax, little man, I'm not going to eat you. At least not right now, maybe next time, but you're all right for now. Just give me the rope and relax." She laughed. He couldn't back away from her fast enough. He looked pleadingly at the boss-man. The boss-man nodded, and the poor guy ran for the door in complete terror. Diane took what to her was a two foot length of string, pulled it between her fingers a couple of times, then looped it around the soldiers neck, took it off of him, tied a slip knot in the end, and dropped it back over his head. Boss-man nodded approvingly, the helpless soldier raised his hands and examined the rope around his neck. He looked pleadingly at Boss-man, then at Diane. He bowed his head toward Diane, reached up pointed to the rope around his neck, and pantomimed taking the rope off then fell to one knee and pointed to himself then to Diane. Diane grinned, "What's the matter little man, don't like the rope around your neck?" With the string between her fingers she gently pulled it tight, then lifted him to his toes. "Ok, little man, I'll tell you what, I'll take the rope off, but first time I even think you're not doing what I want, it goes back on... Permanently! Because I'll pull it tight and hang you from my little finger." She put her hands at her neck, and pretended to pull a rope off her neck, then nodded. He bowed deeply to her then reached up and carefully lifted the rope from around his neck. He handed her the looped end and walked down to her feet. Dropping to one knee, he bent forward and kissed the top of her foot, then crawling over to her other foot kissed that one. Then he knelt down with his face against the ground and indicated putting her foot on his head. Diane laughed again. "Ok, little man, I guess that means you're mine, and you surrender completely to me. I don't think I'll put my foot on your head, you wouldn't have any head left if I did, and I wouldn't have a servant left to serve me. Oh, well, I guess I can live with that; can you? This is funny, here I am a fifty foot giantess to you little guys and normally I'm a real bitch that likes hurting men. The boss man has given me two men to squash if I want to, and damn I've let both of them go. I better step on one pretty quick or they're gonna think I'm a real miss pansy pushover."