THE OGRESS
By Chelgi


    	The sun was warm on my back as I slowly made my way
 through the thick brush.  I had expected this when I had set out
this morning into the Oxwood forest.  It was the main reason the
other trappers generally avoided this area. That and the weird 
rumors of an ogre that lived in the forest.   It seemed as if the
game had gotten harder and harder to find in the familiar
territories with the slow but inevitable encroachment of
civilization.  Besides, I was bored and needed to explore. 
After spending the last week bumming around Haspenport,
listening to the countless, annoying boasts of the other
trappers about their great catches over the summer and nearly
drinking myself to oblivion, I had lost all faith, once again,
in mankind and myself.  I needed to get out...to find myself
again.
     	It had been about an hour since the sun had risen over the
lofty summit of the Greyspire mountains that loomed menacingly
just east of the forest.  Although I was sweating like a pig, I
was glad that I had thought to bring along my heavy clothing and
gloves.  Otherwise I probably could not have gotten through the
last few miles of thorny brambles that constantly tore at me.
     	As I finally reached the top of a small hill ridge, I could see
a stream just ahead through a clearing.  This would be a fine
place to set up some traps along the animals' watering paths. 
The trees were quite tall and thick in this forest, and it was
hard to see much more than that I was in a small valley
surrounded by the Greyspires.
     	Lugging my sack of traps and supplies over my shoulder, I
quickly started down the backside of the hill.  The water in the
stream looked cold and tempting, and I was looking forwards to
stripping down and taking a dip after I had set up the traps.
     	I wasn't paying enough attention, and I suddenly lost my
footing and rolled into a shallow depression in the soft ground
at the base of the hill.  It was roughly oval shaped, about
twenty feet long and ten feet wide.  The grass in the depression
had been flattened along with several saplings, and a nearby
tree was nearly snapped in half.  Its leaves were still green
and the tree didn't look rotted or burned from lightning.  A
small shiver ran down my spine as I thought about what matter of
beasts might roam this valley.  Apparently something huge had
bedded down here last night.  
     	I closely inspected the grass, looking for hair, blood or any
other sort of clue as to the nature of the creature.  I picked
up a slight scent that was strangely familiar, but I couldn't
quite place it.
     	I finally gave up on studying the depression and decided 
to get back to matters at hand.  Large, solitary creatures,
particularly predators, didn't often bed down in the same place
twice, and more than likely it was nocturnal and was asleep
somewhere else right then.  In any case, I planned on building a
campfire that night, which even large wild predators tended to
avoid.  At least I had something to tell the others back at
Haspenport, not that they would ever believe me anyway.
     	It didn't take me long to find some well-worn animal trails
that led to the winding stream, and I set up twelve traps at
what I thought were good locations.
     	I rewarded myself with a nice, refreshing bath.  Every aching
muscle in my body felt soothed in the frigid mountain water.  I
could see some decent-sized fish in the water and decided to
waste the rest of the day with some relaxing fishing.
     	In the distance I heard the slight rumbling of thunder,
although the sky was clear.  Probably storm clouds somewhere
hidden behind the mountains.  I hoped that they weren't coming
this way because my tent was still in bad shape from the last
storm I had to weather.  There was something kind of odd about
the thunder rumblings, though.  They were short in duration, and
occurred at sometimes regular, sometimes irregular intervals. 
     	This was a strange valley, I thought to myself.
     Something caught my attention behind some trees just north of
my campsite.  It looked like a large piece of hand-cut wood
shining white in the mid-day sun.  It jutted up from the ground
to about tree-top level, perhaps the edge of some large
structure.
     	I quickly waded ashore, put my pants on and pulled on my 
boots.  I didn't bother with my shirt because the path along the 
stream was fairly clear of brambles.  Sheathing my hunter's knife 
in my belt, I went to investigate.
     	As I skirted the edge of the treeline, I saw that the piece of
wood was indeed part of a larger structure.  It looked like a
huge cage of some sort, made out of various pieces of the same
type of wood tied together with thick, brown vine.  The floor
and ceiling were solid, but looked imperfectly shaped and fitted
with the sides.  The whole structure was roughly cubical, about
twenty feet to an edge. 
     	As I got closer, I saw a deer inside the cage, quietly 
munching on some fresh green grass in the center of the floor.  The
separation in the wood's grain was enormous.  I had never seen a
tree with grain that wide.  The vines, too, looked peculiar. 
They were thicker than my arm, yet were tied firmly using
simple knots.  Whoever the natives were, they must have had
enormous strength or some superior means of building.  But if
that were true, why was the cage so imperfect?
     	I could see the cage had a front door hinged with rough rope
 at the roof.  At the bottom it had a large, metal locking hook.
     Two approximately twenty foot poles lay on the ground before
the door, with vines tied at one end, passing under the door,
and tied to the opposite wall.  It was a trap.
     I was curious as to why the locals would go to such an effort
to build a live-animal trap of this size.  Would they use the
deer for, say, a harvest ritual, or would they train it, or
what?  Maybe it wasn't constructed to catch deer, perhaps it was
designed to catch something larger.  I thought back to the
depression I had found earlier.
     In any case, I couldn't bear to think of that deer being
ritualistically sacrificed.  Even as a trapper, perhaps because
of it, I had always had a deep respect for animals and hated to
see them suffer.  All of the traps I used were laced with an
herbal poison that killed the animals quickly.
     With some effort, I was finally able to get the latch unhooked
and I propped up the heavy door with one of the poles, (after
spending a good while sawing through the tough vine attached to
it with my knife).  The doe was naturally timid and backed away
from me into one of the corners.
     Leery, but not seeing any other obvious option, I cautiously
walked into the cage, trying to herd the deer out the door.  As
I got within a few paces of it, the doe bolted out the door,
ramming the pole with her shoulder in her panic.
     I could see it coming.  The pole fell, the door dropped, and
the latch loudly clicked shut.  Meanwhile, the doe was out
prancing away into the forest.  I sat there a moment, basking in
my own utter stupidity.  It was bad enough that I, a trapper,
got caught in a trap.  But the fact that I had reset the damned
thing was what really got me.  
     Anyway, here I was, an experienced trapper, trapped.  It 
shouldn't have taken long for me to get out.  There were spaces 
between the wood bars near the top of the cage that I could 
have easily fit through.
     I didn't have time to do anything, however, for suddenly the
ground shook violently with a loud rumbling sound that seemed to
come from all directions.  I struggled to maintain my footing
and instinctively reached for my knife.  I heard a loud
crackling noise, like trees splintering nearby.  
	Kathy carefully picked her way among the trees, 
bemoaning every crunch! and snap! of another tree trunk 
trodden  flat with no more moment than a daisy.  But with the 
minimum of damage, she made her way to the edge of the creek 
and knelt down within her dress looking down at her small trap.
There in the trap was another of the little splackmen creatures.  
Kathy grinned, they look almost exactly like a tiny man, complete 
with clothes. But they didn't even need any cooking, they could 
be eaten just as they were. Not only did she the love the sweet 
taste of these tiny little man like creatures, they were fun to eat
alive and squirming. Often when she caught these squirmy little 
'men' she and her friends would have a ball playing with them 
and eating them alive as they squealed and squirmed when they
bit down on them. 
     	Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.  I was aware
that it had grown quite dark, but I could see that light still
reached the edge of the clearing.  It was as if some great cloud
had cast its shadow over the cage.
     	I lost my balance as the floor began to sway and the ground
fell away at a dizzying rate.  My knife bit into the floor as I
tried to keep from sliding around on it.  Out one side of the
cage, the view was filled by some vast, folded sheet of green
cloth.  As I took it all in, I suddenly realized that it was
clothing of some sort, a tunic perhaps.
     	The ascent continued and, past the top of the clothing, 
came the neck and head of my captor.  A girl!  Actually, a young
woman, somewhere in her early twenties from what I could
estimate.  I had never seen a giant in my life and had always
assumed that they were simply a myth.  But there she was before
me, looking back at me curiously.
     	She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I had ever 
laid eyes on.  Her face filled my field of vision like some smooth,
perfectly formed landscape.  Her eyes, the size of dinner
plates, seemed to sparkle with energy and life as they gazed
through the cage at me.  Her great lips were parted slightly and
I could feel her sweet, warm breath through the spaces between
the wooden bars.  All I could do was lie there on the cage
floor, frozen in awe.
     	Suddenly she lowered the cage slightly, tipping it on edge.  
I was barely able to maintain my grasp on my knife as it lost its
hasty byte in the floor wood, and I slid backwards towards the
door panel.  For a moment I felt like I was falling, then I
landed on a warm, soft surface.
     	I opened my eyes to see that I was lying on my back in the 
palm of her great hand.  She was kneeling and had set down the 
cage on the ground next to her.  Her attention seemed fixed on me,
as if she had never seen a normal-sized man before and was
trying to figure out what I was.
     	My gaze shifted down from her beautiful, massive face to 
her graceful neck and shoulders that were draped with her long,
raven hair.  I could see the inside edges of her enormous
breasts along the hemline of her dress.
     	As I looked back at her face again, she seemed to be 
smiling at me, almost flirtaciously. Suddenly self-conscious about 
the knife in my right hand, I quickly sheathed it.  I had a number
of feelings and ideas racing through my mind at that moment, but
I had no desire to hurt her, regardless of what she might have
decided to do with me.
     	Her hand suddenly shifted, grasping me tightly as I gasped 
for air.  She brought me to her left side and gently dropped me into
a pouch much larger than me that hung from a cord across her
waist that she must have been using as a belt.  The light was
cut off as she tied the draw string.  I immediately felt a
gentle pressure and warmth as she must have laid her great hand
against the pouch, gently pressing me against her enormous hip.
     	As I lay in the pouch I rolled over and looked out a small
hole in the corner of the pouch. She was holding that huge trap in 
her hands, like it was nothing more than a toy, resetting it and 
placing it carefully back in the game trail. Like a good trapper.  
I felt a sudden movement as she must have stood up and started 
walking.  The pouch slowly swayed back and forth, and I tried to 
imagine the length of her enormous stride. With some effort, I 
managed to cut the small hole into a foot long slit in the pouch's 
thick fabric. Ripping it open a little further, I shoved my head through. 
	Her great hand blotted out the sky as it swung back and 
forth at her side.  Even her little finger dwarfed me in size, but her
hand still maintained a beautiful, delicate form.  Stretching
out a great distance below me, her massive, well-tanned legs
strode across the woodland landscape.  Great swaths of trees and
underbrush were crushed beneath her enormous bare feet with each
step, and I suddenly realized the cause of the depression that I
had discovered earlier. I laughed as I realized that I had been 
standing in one of her giant footprints! Some trapper I was, 
I hadn't even recognized a woman's footprint. So maybe it was
a little larger than I was expecting, it was still a 'woman's foot
print'. Twenty feet long and ten feet wide! I shook my head as 
I looked down from the slit in the pouch and watched in awe 
as she crushed trees and brush into the ground beneath her 
giant feet  with each gigantic step. I watched in complete awe
as her giant barefoot, smashed into a huge oak tree snapping 
it off a good ten feet from the ground, and then crashing down
on the yard wide stump and simply crushing it into the ground
turning the trunk of the huge tree into pulp beneath that giant
foot. I watched what remained of the huge tree as her foot rose 
from it and swung forward for the next crashing step. What 
had been a three foot thick tree trunk was now nothing more
than crushed pulpwood, flattened out like the end of a weed's 
stem where someone had been chewing on it. 
	She arrived at a huge lake. I didn't remember ever 
seeing nor hearing of this lake before. The river was born 
here, leaping like a deer from the hills into a wide deep 
basin of blue water.  Wide flowing meadows   surrounded 
the lake, and were themselves contained within the arms of
a forest of tall evergreens.  
	It was obvious that it was no surprise to the immense
giantess though. She walked over to a stand of trees near
the rim of the lake. Bending over, she reached down and 
picked up another trap like the one I had been caught in 
and lifted it to her face. I could see several people in
the trap as she held it up like a toy in her giant hand. As 
I looked up at her giant face she was grinning, almost 
laughing as she opened the top of the trap. I looked again,
it wasn't a 'trap' it was a cage! With half a dozen people in
it. She sat down on the edge of the lake putting her feet in
the lake and setting the cage on her gigantic thighs. 
	Before I had any idea of what was happening, she 
reached up and lifted the pouch I was in from her belt and 
I was thrown around in the bottom unable to see anything 
as she was doing something with the pouch. In moments, 
light blinded me as the top of the pouch opened and I looked 
up into a massively huge blue eye. The pouch suddenly 
lifted and was then upended. I tried to hold on to the heavy
cloth of the pouch, but I was simply dumped into the 'cage' 
with the other people. 
	As I regained my senses from being 'dumped' into
the cage I could see that there were two women, one 
a beautiful young lady, and the other a heavyset older 
woman, a boy of about seven or eight and three men in
various kinds of clothing. One huge fat man, one young 
man barely out of his teens, and another grown man 
about my age. 
	I looked up at the men and asked, "Where are, 
we? What's going on? Who is this gigantic woman and 
what are we doing here?  What is she going to do with
us?" 
	About that time I looked up into the gigantic face 
of our 'trapper'. She was looking down at us and smiling
widely.  The others all backed away from her as she reached
down with one gigantic hand. The two women screamed 
and grabbed each other. The little boy started crying and
the fat man simply sat down and started bawling as he 
covered his eyes with his arms. 
	"What's going on here?" I shouted. 
	"The young woman said, "I'm not sure. We were
on the coach taking the road through the north end of
the forest when 'SHE' stepped out in front of the coach 
and stopped it by just stepping down on the road and 
putting her great big giant foot in front of the horses. 
Then she reached down and picked up the whole coach, 
horses and all, in her hands like the coach was some kind 
of a child's toy. She simply ripped the top off the coach
with one hand and then picked us up and put us into a 
big pouch one at a time. I don't know what happened
to the driver, I never saw him again, but the horses were
dangling from their harnesses squealing and thrashing 
pitifully as she held all six of them and the coach up 
with one hand."  
	"The man about my age said, "You don't want to
know what happened to the driver. I saw it just before
she ripped the top off the coach." 
	I looked at him. "What happened?" 
	"She ate him!" 
	"What? What do you mean 'she ate him'?"  
	"I mean just that. She ate him! She was holding the 
coach in one hand, the horses dangling, screaming and 
thrashing like trapped horses do, when I saw her pinch 
the driver between the thumb and forefinger of her other 
hand, pick him up and simply toss him into her cavernous 
mouth." 
	"And you think that she ate him?" I asked. 
	"Oh, yes." he said, "There wasn't any question
of what she did. He was still screaming inside her mouth,
I could still hear him screaming when she closed her mouth.
Then she started chewing. His screams cut off abruptly 
and I heard the crunch of bone. At least that's what it 
sounded like to me. Then I heard crunching as she chewed
for a minute, and then I saw her swallow. The next time 
she opened her mouth, there wasn't any sign of the driver. 
No clothes, no blood, no nothing. She had chewed him up 
and swallowed him whole, just like she did the horses." 
	"What do you mean, just like she did the horses?" 
I asked. "You mean she ate the horses?" 
	"Raw and whole." he said. 
	"She couldn't!" I said. 
	He laughed, "Like I said, raw and whole. She lifted 
the carriage till she could reach the front horses and just
grabbed one of the front horses and simply ripped him away
from the shaft. She picked the screaming thrashing horse
up to her mouth and yanked the harness off him with her
teeth. Then she turned him around and put his entire 
front end into her cavernous mouth. 
	I couldn't believe how big her mouth is. The whole 
front of that horse simply disappeared in her mouth, 
kicking hooves and all. She closed her lips around him 
and then bit down. She actually bit that horse in half with 
one bite. Then she lifted the back half of the horse away 
from her lips. It was all bloody and ugh.... messy as she 
held it away from herself so that she wouldn't get any of his 
blood or messy guts on herself. This time I could clearly
hear the bones crunching as she chewed him up and 
swallowed half a horse in one gulp. Then she put the entire 
rear end in her mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it too. 
Two bites and the entire horse was gone." 
	"She ate an entire horse in two bites?" I asked 
incredulously. 
	"Two bites! That's all it took for her to eat an 
entire horse. That was the first one though. Want to know 
about the other five?" 
	"What'd she do?" I asked. 
	The fat man answered my astounded question. 
"Ate them too." The women were just sitting, shaking
their heads and crying as he said, "That's right, a full half 
a dozen horses, all  disappearing down her huge throat with
a giant grin. That was yesterday, though.  I'm afraid that's it's 
probably our turn today." 
	"She wouldn't eat people!" I said.
	The fat man laughed, "Tell that to the driver." 
	"You mean?" I said in astonishment. 
	The first man laughed sardonically, "I already told 
you, he was the first one to go. One bite is all it took for him, 
if you can even call it a bite. She just tossed him into her mouth
like a little piece of candy.  One crunch and he was gone." 
	I looked up at the gigantic hand hovering just above us. I
 looked up at the beautiful giant face smiling down on us. "No, she
wouldn't do anything like that." I said with less than a reassuring 
tone as I looked up at her tree sized fingers just over my head. 
Before any of us could move she reached down and caught 
the young boy between her thumb and forefinger. He screamed
horribly and began thrashing in her grip as she picked him up in 
her huge fingers like he was nothing. 
	The older woman leaped at the boy and grabbed him 
in her arms and screamed, "NO! No!.... please no..." but the
immense giantess merely shook her hand slightly and pulled the
boy out of the woman's arms. I watched in horror as she grinned
down at us and opening her mouth like an enormous cave put 
her fingers holding the screaming struggling boy into her mouth 
along with the boy. A second later she pulled her fingers out of her
mouth, but not the boy. We could hear a muffled crying scream 
as she licked her lips, then we could all see her bite down and 
start to chew. I heard a single crunch as her terrible jaws closed. 
She chewed for only a moment before we watched
her throat convulse as she swallowed. When she opened her 
mouth again there was nothing in it. 
	Heavy roaring thunder almost deafened us as the giantess
laughed right over out heads.  "HE WAS A LOT TENDERER
THAN THE HORSES YESTERDAY. THEY WERE KINDA'
STRINGY, BUT HE WAS NICE AND TENDER, LIKE 
LITTLE BOYS SHOULD BE."
	"Oh, God! You can talk."  I stammered out incredulously. 
	"WELL, CERTAINLY. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG 
WITH ME." 
	"But 'ATE' that little boy." 
	"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY 
BEING ABLE TO TALK?" 
	"Uh... but..... People who talk don't eat people, especially
little children." 
	"WHY NOT?" 
	"Uh... ah.... ahh.... You intend to eat people that you can
talk to?" 
	"WELL, CERTAINLY. I'M GOING TO EAT ALL OF YOU." 
	"You're going to eat all of us?" The fat man cried out. "No! 
You can't." 
	"I THINK THAT I CAN. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO 
ABOUT IT?" 
	He screamed and fell into a heap cradling his head in his arms 
as he cried and whimpered.
	"NOW, MAM. I THINK THAT YOU GRABBED THE BOY
TRYING TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME. DO YOU WANT TO
BE NEXT?" 
	"No!" the older woman screamed. "No, please no... please.... no."
	"HER?" and the giantess pushed at the beautiful young woman 
with her index finger. 
	The older woman grabbed the young woman in her arms and 
screamed, "NO! NO! YOU CAN'T!" 
 	The thunderous laughter rolled crashingly over us again. "I THINK
THAT I'VE SHOWN YOU THAT I CAN. HOW ABOUT HIM?" and
she reached her finger down and punched the fat man with the tip of 
her gigantic tree sized finger. He screamed and rolled into a tighter ball
of whimpering crying fear. "No! Please.... no.... please.... please... no! 
please.... no..." 
	"YEAH, I THINK THAT YOU'D BE JUST RIGHT NOW. 
THE BOY WAS A LITTLE SMALL. YOU'D MAKE UP FOR THAT, 
NOW WOULDN'T YOU?"  
	The thunderous laughter rolled over us again as the older woman 
nodded as she said, "Yes, take him.... take him.." 
	The laughter roared louder. "DO YOU THINK THAT TAKING 
HIM WILL SPARE YOU? THINK ABOUT IT. I ATE HALF A 
DOZEN HORSES YESTERDAY AND THEY WERE TEN TIMES AS
BIG AS YOU ARE. DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT I'M GOING TO 
EAT ALL OF YOU TODAY? TOMORROW I'LL HAVE TO CATCH
SOME MORE ANIMALS FOR FOOD. AND YOU HAVE A 
PROBLEM. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S COWS, HORSES DEER OR 
PEOPLE. I'M SORRY, BUT I HAVE TO EAT. I'M SORRY, BUT 
IT'S YOUR TURN TO FEED ME TODAY." 
	This was one discussion that I fully intended to stay out of. It 
didn't seem like it was a good conversation to butt into. 
	"OK, LITTLE MAN, MOMMA THERE SAYS THAT I CAN
HAVE YOU. IS THAT ALL RIGHT WITH YOU?" and she poked the
fat man with one finger tip. He screamed 'NO!' and tried to huddle up tighter,
rolling away from her huge fingertip. "AW, I GUESS THAT YOU'LL DO
FOR NOW. YOU DO ALL REALIZE THAT BEFORE I'M FINISHED, 
I'LL HAVE TO EAT ALL OF YOU, NOW DON'T YOU?" 
	The fat man was completely blubbering in fear and the women 
were both screaming. The other man was looking at the cage for a way out.
	"COME ON, MY NICE FAT LITTLE MAN, YOU'RE NEXT." 
and she lifted him on the tip of her huge tree trunk sized finger. He screamed 
and writhed as her thumb came down on him pressing him against the huge 
tip of her finger as she picked him up between her giant fingers. 
	He screamed even louder, writhing and struggling helplessly in her 
giant fingers as she lifted him up to her cavernous mouth and opened it. Her
gigantically huge tongue flicked out of her mouth and she licked him. He 
screamed even louder. It didn't seem like a man could scream that loud as
he writhed and squirmed trying uselessly to escape the titanic grip of her
giant fingers. "OK, LITTLE MAN. IT'S YOUR TURN TO FEED ME."
and the heavy rumbling laughter rolled over us again as she lay his small
struggling body on the  huge red mass of her giant tongue. She held him
on the tongue for long moments then opening her cavernous mouth even
wider lifted him on her tongue and slowly drew him into the enormous 
cave if her giant mouth. He was still screaming and writhing in fear as 
her gigantic plush red lips closed around him. It became obvious that 
she was enjoying teasing him as she merely held him in her mouth for
a long time before anything else happened. She opened her mouth for 
all of us to see the struggling squirming man still lying on her gigantic 
tongue, then she closed her mouth again. She clamped her jaws shut, 
there was a muffled crunch/squish as her colossal teeth ground into 
the hapless man's body. She swallowed. "MMmmm.... NOT BAD. 
BUT UNFORTUNATELY NOT NEARLY ENOUGH FOR 
SOMEONE MY SIZE,   ....NEXT?" and reaching back into the
cage she prodded the older woman with her finger. "YOU? OR 
HER?" and she very gently stroked the young woman's back with
her tree sized fingertip. 
	"NO!" the older woman said. "Don't take her, take me, but
don't eat her. Please... please.." 
	The thunderous rumbling laugher shook the cage. "YOU DON'T 
UNDERSTAND. I'M GOING TO EAT BOTH OF YOU BEFORE 
THE DAY IS OUT. IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF WHICH OF YOU 
I EAT FIRST." 
	"Hey, the younger man yelled up at the titanic giantess. If I volunteer 
to let you eat me, will you let the women go?" 
	The loud rumbling laughter rolled over us again. "WHAT ARE 
YOU OFFERING ME? SOMETHING I ALREADY HAVE?  I SHOULD
LET THEM GO AND EAT YOU INSTEAD?  I'M GOING TO EAT YOU 
ANYWAY.  WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IF YOU VOLUNTEER? YOU 
HAVE ALREADY VOLUNTEERED. I'VE VOLUNTEERED YOU, YOU'RE 
MINE TO EAT ANYTIME I WANT.  I CAN EAT YOU ANYTIME. YOU 
DON'T HAVE TO VOLUNTEER, I'M GOING TO EAT YOU IN A FEW 
MINUTES ANYWAY, WHETHER YOU WANT ME TO OR NOT." 
and the thunderous laughter rolled over us as she looked down on us and laughed.  
"MOMMA, I THINK THAT I'LL BE REAL NICE AND EAT YOU FIRST. 
THAT WAY, YOU CAN DIE THINKING THAT YOU'VE SAVED YOUR
LITTLE GIRL. YOU'LL MEET AGAIN IN A FEW MINUTES."  and she
laughed her rumbling thunderous laughter again   ......"IN MY STOMACH." 
	Reaching down she picked up the woman in her fingers. "WHAT, 
NO SCREAMING, NO STRUGGLING?"
	"Would it do me any good?  It didn't do the last few any good." and 
she made the sign of a cross on her chest. "I know that there's no sense in
fighting you. You're far too big for what little strength we have for you to even 
notice. I've made my peace with the lord, it's up to you now." and she bowed 
her head as the giantess lifted her over her cavernous mouth and opened it.
	She fell quietly into the enormous cave of the giantess's mouth and waited
quietly for the final crunch of gigantic teeth. The muffled crunch was barely audible
as the colossal giantess began chewing and a moment later swallowed.
	"NOW THAT WAS A BRAVE LADY.  IF THERE WAS ANY 
REASON TO SPARE ANY OF YOU, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HER." and 
reaching  down she picked the other man up and without anything further, simply
plopped him into her mouth and closed her lips over him. A moment of chewing 
and gulp, he was gone. It was me and the beautiful young lady. I lay quietly as 
the gigantic fingers lifted me from the floor. I looked at the young lady, waved and 
said, "Good luck." she smiled back up at me waved and blew me a kiss as I was 
being lowered into the giantess's cavernous mouth. 
	It was hot and wet in the giant cave of her mouth as I landed on the velvety 
rough rasp of her gigantic tongue. The huge tongue lifted me effortlessly like I was
nothing more than a small cracker, or piece of candy as she flipped me up 
to lie between her crushing molars. The huge hard surface of her giant molar hurt 
my back for a moment, then I saw the upper teeth coming down toward me. I 
was determined not to scream, but when the huge hard teeth came down on my
chest and stomach, my stomach was pushed painfully down, my ribs were crushed
down, pain was a burning fire across my entire chest and the air was forced out 
of my lungs. I screamed, or at least intended to, but there wasn't any air to scream 
with. I tried to inhale, but her giant teeth were still coming down and there was 
no way. I felt my ribs being compressed, then start to crack, then break. As if 
it was something at a great distance, I vaguely felt my bones popping and 
cracking, and heard the tremendous all engulfing crunch as she bit through 
my entire body like I was nothing. A sudden pain shot through my head like it 
was being squeezed in a steel vice. The world tunneled in and everything went 
black as I lost consciousness. 
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