Click
By Scott Grildrig



09-Jul-2000


The hot wax dripped slowly, each minute drop a searing kiss of heat that sent
tremors through Wendi's body. She arched her back, a faint whimper sighing
between her lips.

"Silence," Mark whispered in her ear. "Or I'll stop."

Her eyes appealed to him, laid bare the cravings of her soul. Another dollop
of the wax struck and flowed over her nipple and her eyelids fluttered, as her
body tensed against the sweet pain.

"Are you mine?"

Wendi undulated against her silken restraints and nodded.

"Good," Mark's voice grew even softer. "Now I wish you to remember something
for me. You must think back, back to when I first accepted you into my
service." He paused to let fall another drop of the molten wax, to savor her
shuddering acceptance of his power over her. "There was an interview." His
lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. "You bared your innermost heart to
me; revealed every dream, shared every fantasy." He blew softly, feeling her
shiver, as the passion radiated from her. "I have a gift for you, something
very special," the wax touched her yet again "something to fan the fires that
burn within you." He turned from her, set the candle down on the end table,
and turned back to her. "Follow me with your eyes," he commanded, and he stood
up slowly, rising from the bed, tracing a fingertip down the length of her
body as he moved. Wendi attentively took in his every movement, watched as he
lifted his arm, focused on his raised hand. Mark turned his hand from front to
back, spread his fingers. A smile traced itself on his lips. He snapped his
wrist and showed her a small silver disk, the candlelight glittering like
rainbows across its surface.

The disk slid with a hum into the player, and the monitor sprang to life.
There was no sound, only a flowing of images, some diagrams, a carefully
choreographed demonstration. Mark watched Wendi, and Wendi watched the screen,
and as she watched her eyes widened.

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Mark waved as Wendi's car turned the corner. Smiling to himself he stepped
back into their house and gently shut the door. As intense and fulfilling as
their lovemaking had been, there had been a sense of anticipation through it
all that was not released with their other tensions. She had been incredulous,
unbelieving of what he had shown her, and it didn't help that he scarcely
credited it, himself, but the proof was there, unmistakable, incontrovertible.

Still, he'd managed to save the best surprise for last. Sauntering into the
kitchen he carefully took her cup of coffee and placed it into a bio-safe
plastic bag. The substance she had unknowingly ingested was perfectly safe,
but he didn't like the notion of some other thing tasting it and later on
responding to the trigger. He took the package to the garage and secreted it
away in the drawer under the passenger seat. The incinerator at work wasn't
hot enough to reduce the ceramic, but it would easily get rid any trace
elements from Wendi's coffee. He'd taken a bit of a risk when he'd soaked her
summer dress the evening before, but the material was man-made, and wouldn't
make a good snack for anything that concerned him.

Mark glanced at his watch. He still had an hour before he had to leave for
work, enough time for a shower. First he laid out his clothes, wallet and
shoes, and he tossed a red pen in his pants pocket, then he took off his robe
and abandoned himself to the luxury of a hot shower. He was rinsing his hair
when the phone rang. Grumbling to himself he stepped out and grabbed the phone
next to the toilet, fumbling with it as it slipped in his wet fingers.

"Hello?"

"Mark, you have to leave."

"Greg?"

"Don't chat, man, Mason discovered the missing stuff."

Mark gripped the phone tightly as a chill snaked through him. "I have no idea
what you're talking about," he grated through clenched teeth.

"Look, maybe they have you tapped, they probably do. I'm already fucked, but
they didn't take my phone. You gotta bolt, man, they're sending the cops over
to get you."

Mark looked up as the bathroom door opened.

"We have a warrant for your arrest, sir," said the uniformed officer.

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Wendi looked over the dispatch sheet with raised eyebrows.

"How the hell did you manage to send five trucks to Finch, and none to
Molinsky Meats?" she asked the duty foreman. He silently handed her a sheath
of pink tickets. "Crap, you mean the computer is down again? Dammit, I've
known erections to stay up longer than that piece of shit. Oops, sorry David."
He waved it off and left her office.

She made the necessary phone calls, calmed the necessary frayed nerves (all
save her own) and saw to it personally that the right trucks went to the right
places. The next incident came right on the heels of the first as she set the
phone down. She rubbed her face and buckled down into another day.

Four hours of non-stop crisis management later she needed a five minute break.
Actually, she needed a five day break, but she took what she could get.
Closing her office door she sighed deeply and decided to call Mark. The phone
rang, then clicked over to his voice mail.

"Hi, I'm not in the office right now, but if you'd leave your."

Wendi hung up and pursed her lips in thought. It was noon, Mark always spent
lunch in his office. She dialed home and listened to it ring for a while. No
luck. There was one more possibility, so she dialed her own voice mail and
listened through the messages.

"Hi.um.hi, Wendi, this is Mark. Look, I've got a bit of a problem here. I'm
down at the police station, the one on Olympic Avenue. I'm okay, there's no
hurry, that's why I didn't break into your day, but when you get free could
you stop on down? And bring the checkbook, you might have to bail me out of
here. Thanks, sweetie. I love you."

Wendi listened to it three times before it really sank in. She gathered up her
things and headed for the door, then paused, went back to her phone and called
several people to let them know she was leaving for an emergency. Her summer
dress swirled around her legs and her high heels click-clacked a rapid tempo
as she half-ran to her car.

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"Mr. Tullipil - is that a Dutch name?"

"English, actually."

"Sorry, look Mr. Tulipill, we both know you are in the wrong, that you're
going to be fired over this matter, and probably do jail time. It is, however,
much more likely to go well with you if you tell us everything you know about
this matter."

"Detective Kimball, I appreciate your desire to get information. I have every
intention of cooperating with you, but I must see my lawyer first."

"We have called him on your behalf," Kimball stalked back and forth in the
small room. Mark sat with his arms on the scarred surface of the plain wooden
table and followed him with his eyes. There was a knock at the door, Kimball
opened it and had a short whispered conversation with someone. He closed the
door and turned, setting a small box on the table. He took two things from the
box: a small red pen, and a bright yellow plastic bag with the words biohazard
written on it. Mark's eyes flicked over them, just a momentary glance, but
Kimball saw it and rubbed his chin in thought.

"The pen came from your pocket, Mr. Tullipil The cup from your car. Frankly,
we would not have been looking for these items, much less found them, if we
had not had explicit instructions from your employer. It's a bit of a puzzle,
though, and one I do not like. The cup I can understand, we'll be sending it
out for analysis in a little bit." Kimball reached out and picked up the pen.
"The pen is another matter, though I have some ideas, I was assured by Mr.
Mason that it was completely safe." Kimball pressed on the top of the pen and
watched as the ball-point slid out, ready for use.

Mark stiffened in his chair, his eyes on the pen. "Shouldn't you leave that in
the box?" he asked.

Kimball raised his eyebrows and pressed the top again - click-click - the
ball-point vanishing back up into the bright red barrel of the pen. "Mr.
Tullipil, I'm not over eager to do anything that you ask right at the moment,
unless you are more forthcoming with information."

click-click

A trickle of sweat beaded on Mark's brow.

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Wendi took a deep breath. She felt hot and uncomfortable as she drove down the
expressway towards the city, weaving in and out of the staggered line of
slower moving cars. She took another gasping breath, her eyes widening as she
felt a tightening across her chest. Her car nicked the guardrail, sending
sparks into the air as she arrowed down the exit ramp to Vine Street. The car
lurched unexpectedly as she stomped on the brake, the tires squealing to a
stop at the red light. This was all she needed, getting sick on her way to
finding out what was going on with Mark. The light changed to green and she
stomped on the gas, but cried out as she knee slapped against the dashboard.
Reaching down between her legs she fumbled for the seat control, jerking as it
dropped back a few notches. Horns blared impatiently behind her as she gunned
the car forward through the now yellow light.

She took in sips of air, teeth grinding as she found herself trapped behind a
doubly parked truck. Rolling down the window for fresh air didn't relieve the
tension she was feeling all over her body. A vicious pinching of her feet made
her cry out, and she reached down, bumping her chin on the steering wheel as
she unfastened her sandals and kicked them off. Sitting there it suddenly
occurred to her that her head was pressing against the ceiling of the car.
Looking at the rearview mirror she could see down into the back seat, instead
of out the back window as she had set it up when she left work.

Suddenly it all made sense.

"Mark, you complete and utter ass," she growled to herself. Now was not the
time or the place for this sort of thing, unless he was in trouble (of course
he was in trouble) or in danger. It didn't matter why it was happening, she
had to get out. Thrusting open the door she crawled out of her car, its shocks
groaning and pinging as she lifted her body from it. Damn, she must be eight
feet tall, large enough that people were gawking at her. She breathed another
curse and slammed shut the door, jumping a little as the glass shattered and
scattered across the interior.

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"Detective Kimball. I can't explain it right now, but I would be grateful if
you would put the pen back in the box," Mark couldn't hide the nervousness and
agitation coursing through him.

Kimball looked Mark in the eyes, tipped his chair back a little, lifted the
pen and slowly and deliberately began to click it faster.

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Wendi took three steps and stopped. She looked down, then looked back. She was
almost twenty feet tall, and already she was leaving prints in the hard
surface of the road. People were watching her, pointing at her; some of them
shouted to her. It was all very frightening and very humiliating. Still, she
had to give the bastard credit, apparently he'd been considerate enough to
arrange for her dress to grow with her. It hit her again, a wave of heat so
clipped and well defined it cut through her like paired clicks. The warmth
spread swiftly, and she grew another five feet taller. The sense of mounting
power made her feel unsteady. Reaching out she braced herself against an
apartment building, ignoring the outraged curses of an old Italian lady
beating at her fingers with a tattered broom.

The intersection of Memphis and Vine was just ahead. Somewhere further down
was Olympic Avenue, but she wasn't sure which way to go, and her map was in
her car. It still seemed like the best plan was for her to go to the police
station. Mark would remedy this situation.or there would be hell to pay.

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"I've sent some officers to bring in your wife," said Kimball. "I believe that
she is somehow tied into this whole thing. I trust she'll come peacefully."

click-click

click-click

"That may not be the best bet you make today," Mark groaned.

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Wendi bit her lower lip. She was sixty feet tall. Cars parked along the street
rocked and swayed on their shocks with each ground crushing step she took. So
far no one had been injured, but something was happening that she hadn't
counted on. She was getting horny.

She'd fantasized about being a giantess since she'd been a little girl. The
emotions of control and power suited her, answered deep rooted needs within
her. Her subservient relationship with Mark was something of a conundrum, a
mysterious but very satisfying game that they shared. Mark had known about her
yearnings from the first, and they played at it together with much giggling,
but it was only a fantasy, not like the sway he held over her when the light
of dominance ignited in his dark eyes.

But now, now she towered over the people in this city. The buildings were
dwindling around her. The cars were becoming toys that she needed to take care
to avoid. And the very depths of her being were responding to the sensations,
filling her mind with visions of playful giantess fun.

"Mark, you'd better be in a shitload of trouble," she murmured. "Because
things are going to get messy if I don't find you fast and get us both our of
here. A wave of warmth tingled through her from head to toe, and she grew
another ten feet taller. Stepping forward with great care she placed a bare
foot in the midst of Memphis and Vine and looked down Vine.

Ten thousand people looked up and saw a giantess looking back at them. People
sat in their cars and stared. People bumped into each other on the sidewalks
and stared. Faces glanced out the windows of the office buildings, did double
takes and stared.

Wendi's heart raced with barely suppressed excitement.

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click-click

click-click

click-click

"Please stop that."

"Tell me what I want to know."

"You're going to find out without me telling you, if you don't stop that."

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Wendi towered enormously at the intersection of Memphis and Vine, her feet
spread slightly, sunk deep into the black tarmac, her left hand resting
casually against the eighty story high Jackson Center. A carefree breeze
stirred her hair around her shoulders, lifted a dark strand up against her
lips. She hooked a finger around it and lifted the strand back behind her ear.
Her eyes glittered in the light of the setting sun, as she regarded the city
spread out before her. The breeze blew playfully around her summer dress, and
she absentmindedly tugged at it, shifted it. The silence was eerie, uncanny,
as thousands of tiny people stared up at her, watched her, hypnotized by her
very presence.

click-click

She grew. A jolt of tension danced down Wendi's back and curled up in her gut.
It was powerful, an indescribably vibrant sensation, a mingling of
anticipation, embarrassment, nervousness and lust that left her feeling giddy
and unsteady.

click-click

She grew. Wendi licked her lips. Her mouth was dry, her heart was pounding,
there was a rushing noise in her ears. The breeze stirred her light dress,
drew it back and forth against her nipples. Each motion tingled, teased and
tormented her. And still the throngs of people held still, watching her,
witnesses to the turbulence in her heart.

click-click

She grew. She growled softly, a low feral sound of feminine hunger and
feminine desires. All Wendi could think about was how tiny all the people
were, how little their cars and busses were, how small and insignificant the
buildings around her seemed. She felt gigantic, colossal, huge in every muscle
of her body. Looking down over the rondure of her breasts she had a clear and
compelling vision of her size, her power, and how she looked to the tiny
people standing before her.

click-click

She grew. The tension mounted, scaling higher and higher. Wendi's fingers dug
into the topmost stories of the Jackson Center, as she reminded herself that
these weren't toys, these were people: men, women, children; people with
families; people with lives. The thoughts she was having were wrong, terrible.
It would be murder if she yielded to the impulses dancing within her. She felt
it deep within her, the restraints were straining and pulling against the
excesses of her soul. She felt the whirlwind of her passion churning within
her, focused on the knot in her gut, the tightness in her thoughts, the
yearning in her womanhood. They were so small, so tiny, so completely and
utterly helpless. There was nothing they could do to stop her.

click-click

She grew. She glanced to the side, watched her fingers digging effortlessly
into the steel and concrete of the office building. It was dreamlike, surreal,
but it was also vivid, intense and immediate. She was a giantess. Wendi
growled again, her breasts rose and fell as she drew deeper breaths, quaffing
the air as if its cool draught could somehow quench the conflagrations roaring
deep within her. She stretched her left hand over her head, arching her back,
trying to dispel some of the tension winding through her lovely body. Instead
she felt the dress dragging against her nipples, felt a tickle of dampness
cooling between her thighs.

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She grew. "Fuck," she breathed, an involuntary utterance slipping past her
lips, a final appeal against the hungers coursing through her. "Fuck," she
whispered again, but with more force, more vigor. It summed up what she was
feeling in so many ways. "Fuck," dragging her lower lip against front teeth,
lengthening the 'F' into a promise of dire consequences. "Fuck," the word rose
through her body with a lascivious undulation, she didn't just say the word,
she felt it, she wanted it. "Fuck," she noticed that the tiny people jerked as
she spoke, their bodies responding to the primacy of her emotions; it was an
expression of her dominance, these people were hers to command. "Fuck," the
word was a spell, an incantation, striking terror into the tiny people, her
play toys, her fuck toys, her prey. Her fingers sank deeper into the edge of
the Jackson building, and all she could think was that she had to have more..
"Fuck," she snarled down at the countless little men, women and children
before her, and she stepped forward, gigantic, indomitable, deliberately
planting her right foot on an abandoned limousine.

The long car vanished under her bare foot; a shiny black toy that yielded
perfectly to her desires. She felt a fleeting coolness against her bare sole,
a hint of resistance, and a satisfying crunch. The people watched from their
vantage as the roof collapsed, the shocks grinding in protest as Wendi pressed
the frame down, the metal crinkling and buckling, glass shards flying. Then it
was gone, there was only her colossal foot, sunk into the road as though it
were moist beach sand.

Her action set off a human explosion. All the anxiety, all the fear and
terror, all the paralyzed horror of the crowds was abruptly released in one
frantic howl of animal panic. Wendi watched through half-lidded eyes as the
people began to flow away from her, churning and milling in packed crowds, the
mobs struggling through the maze of jammed cars filling the street. The howls
of dread and dismay were fuel for her lusts, feeding the thrill of power
arcing through her body. As she looked down she saw one of the little people
stumble and fall, his hand clutching at his ankle as the last of the crowd
sprinted around him, leaving him alone and vulnerable.

Wendi stepped forward, placing her left foot next to the mite-sized man,
grinning to herself as the sharp crack of buckling tarmac made him flinch and
jerk. He was so weak, so insignificant, nothing but an insect. She shifted her
stance, lifting her toes, twisting them to the right, the shadow of her left
foot casting the tiny man into darkness. His shrill cries echoed faintly off
the buildings, her pussy ached with need as she slowly lowered her foot
further and further, until she felt the feather touch of him beating in vain
against her bare flesh.

Wendi paused. Most of the crowd was still fleeing, but some turned to watch.
She clenched her fists, and still she paused. She wanted this. She wanted to
express the omnipotence racing though her being. She wanted to crush. She
wanted to play. But she needed more. She lifted her foot, the sudden in
rushing air lifting the tiny man, tossing him hard against the ground. She
didn't care about that. She bent down on one knee and plunged her stiff
fingers into the road around him, ripping up a section of the street. She
lifted him into the air, bringing him to the level of her glittering eyes. Her
hard glaze left no room for appeal, no question of begging or mercy. "I will
ask this once," she rumbled, ominously. "Show me where the police station is."

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"Did you feel that?" asked Kimball.

Mark nodded slowly, his fingertips resting on the surface of the desk. It came
again, a faint tremor at the very reach of perception. There was a knock at
the door, and he looked up as another officer stepped into the room.

"Can't this wait?" growled Kimball.

"Not even a little," said the man.

"So?"

"Not here, come to the rec room. They're showing it live."

A premonition raised the hairs on the back of Mark's neck.

Kimball sighed. "You heard the Chief, Mr. Tullipil. Will you cooperate, or do
I need to cuff you before we head out of this office."

"I'll come quietly," answered Mark. "I want to see this as much as you do."

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"This is Carrie O'Connell from Action 7 news coming to you live from the
corner of Olympic and Vine, where there is a woman of fantastic proportions is
moving down the street. As you can see she's carrying what seems to be a clod
of dirt, but which is in fact a portion of the roadbed from further down Vine
Street. Eye witnesses inform us that she is carrying a man, and is using him
to give her directions to the city police station on Olympic. We have no word
at this time on her name or that of the man."

"Carrie, do we know what she wants?"

"No, Bob. We don't know anything at this time: who she is, where she came
from, how she became this huge. We know nothing about her. We're currently
working with Channel 10 to set up a remote van that we are going to use to
attempt to interview her."

"The hell they are," snarled Edwards. "Stevens, get on the horn and get some
men down there, pronto. I want those news hounds out of there now. Kimball,
does this man know what is going on?"

"Her name is Wendi," said Mark. "And she'll be here soon."

Kimball and Edwards exchanged glances.

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Wendi looked down at the tiny news van. She could feel the cameras upon her,
hundreds of thousands if not millions of eyes watching her every move as she
strolled between the small buildings. The attention aroused her
exhibitionistic nature, tested the resolve of her restraint. The tiny man
still clung to the bit of tarmac in her hand. His directions seemed sound, so
she was inclined to be merciful to him. But the sight of him completely and
totally at her mercy was just another goad to her lusts, a distraction from
her desire to find Mark. And that is what led to the accidents.

The first was the most surprising. One of the parked cars along Vine suddenly
roared to life and peeled out from its place beside the curb. Wendi was just
in mid-step, and in a vain attempt to avoid trodding on the wildly weaving
vehicle she reached out to brace herself against a hotel. Her splayed fingers
slammed into the side of the building and sank into the brickwork with no
effort at all. As she stumbled to regain her balance she felt the little car
crunch under her right foot with terrible finality. Pursing her lips with
disdain she looked down. A scarlet splotch jetted out from next to the ball of
her foot. The foolish driver of the car had paid for his fear, and paid in
full. She couldn't feel the car under her foot, it was that flat, and when she
lifted her foot she was amazed at how perfectly the thin metal was molded to
the curving indentations of her print.

The hotel was another matter. Her arm was deep in the building, sunk to the
elbow, and she knew from the dampness on her bare skin that she had
unwillingly crushed people. Unwillingly? Well, without deliberation or desire.
The yearning was still strong within her, but when she started to play she
wanted Mark with her. Still, why waste an opportunity. With a wrenching motion
she freed her arm from the hotel, forcing it out the front of the building,
instead of simply extricating it from the already existing hole. The bricks
bulged and blew out over the street in an explosion of dust, stones and small
bodies. Looking down at her right hand she realized that she was holding the
crushed bit of tarmac and her tiny guide within her clenched fist. With a
shrug she dropped the broken clump and brushed herself off. The news van had
disappeared under the avalanche of stone and concrete, but Wendi knew the
police station was just ahead.

She was just stepping forward again when she heard the loudspeakers.

"This is Detective Kimball. I have Mark Tullipil in this car with me. You will
immediately follow us out of the city. Touch nothing as you move. If I
instruct you to stop, you will stop. We will be out of the city shortly, and
then we will talk. Message repeats. This is Detective Kimball. I have Mark
Tullipil in this car with me."

Wendi glanced down, there were several police cars further up the street, but
only one of the tiny black and white cars had its lights flashing. Baring her
teeth in a grin she started forward, and the ground bounced as she closed the
distance between herself and the target of her attentions.

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"Oh, shit."

"That sums it up for me too," said Mark. "Can we go now?"

Kimball gunned the engine in reply, and the car lurched forward, smoke
billowing from its tires as it skidded forward. All he could see in the
rearview mirror were the legs and the feet of the giantess growing larger and
larger as she approached. The other squad cars bounced wildly as she passed by
them; the men staggering, clutching at anything to avoid falling down. There
was the sharp report of gunfire, but the giantess seemed oblivious to it all
as she bore down on the one car that she wanted.

"Left at Holland Avenue," said the radio. "We've cleared the way to route 33,
you'll be able to pick up more speed there. Avoid Elm, most of the crowds are
congregated there near the Phillips Mall."

"We've got to get to fucking Holland first," snapped Kimball.

"She's quick," murmured Mark.

"Just what the hell we're you thinking?"

"It was a gift to her. I think she likes it."

"I should blow your brains out, myself."

"Wendi might take exception to that."

The car veered to the right as something slammed against it. The radio was
shouting instructions. Mark tightened his seat belt and pressed his hands
against the dashboard. They both heard the booming, crunching noise of Wendi's
footsteps, the car leaping each time her bare feet slapped the ground.
Kimball's fingers were white on the steering wheel as he careened down the
street, bouncing off an abandoned car, the tires screeching as he floored the
pedal.

Giantess fingers closed around the car, the doors twisted and the frame
groaned as she tightened her grip and lifted. Mark felt his stomach drop as
the car lurched into the sky, tipping backwards until they were laying back
against the seats and looking up at the sunset painted clouds. The rising
sensation seemed to last forever, and it culminated with them looking up into
the Wendi's angry face.

"Gotcha," she said, with a smirk.

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Wendi extricated Mark from the car with great care. Kimball was deep in shock,
his eyes wide as he watched her. She pressed the passenger side door back into
place and looked down at her tiny man, her eyes smiling as she blew him a
tender kiss.

"How's my little Master?" she asked.

Mark shouted up to her, but though she could hear his voice, she had trouble
making out his words. So she lifted him to her right ear, and let him clamber
off her palm.

"Merciful heavens, Wendi. I'm so sorry. It wasn't supposed to be this way."

"It's too late for regrets, hun. And, besides, I'm having fun."

"You look incredible, love. Being a giantess suits you."

"I'm just getting started. Will you be okay there?"

"Yes, as long as you don't move your head too quickly. I'm tying one of your
hairs around my waist to give me a bit of extra security."

Wendi giggled, "Oh, you're safe enough with me."

"Does that apply to Detective Kimball?"

"Is this the man who was holding you?" demanded Wendi.

"Yes, he was," said Mark.

"He shouldn't have done that."

"He treated me well."

"I'm going to crush him, Mark. Unless you command me to stop."

Mark clung to her ear, his pulse racing. The police car looked so small and
fragile in her lovely hand. He could see Kimball, the detective had recovered
enough to realize his impending fate, and was pressed back against the seat
and kicking, driving his heels against the windshield. "Have you killed any
others, Wendi?"

"Yes, Mark. Many."

"Deliberately?"

"No. Accidents."

"This will be on purpose, Wendi."

"I know, hun."

"And how do you feel about it?"

"I feel like I could cum any moment."

Mark shivered. He could feel the wanton violence in her voice, and it stirred
his own passions to the core of his being. "Don't cum until I give you
permission. I have the pen, Wendi," his mouth was so dry he could barely
speak. "They can't stop you. No one can stop you. You can do whatever you
want."

"Do I have permission to crush this little bug?"

"Yes, love."

Kimball was screaming as Wendi slowly closed her fingers around the black and
white car. She left a space so they could still see the windshield, watching
Kimball as he raved and howled in panic. Her eyes drank in every delicious
moment as the car began to yield to her strength, the metal buckling and
crinkling, the still flashing lights crunching and breaking with a bright
flash. Kimball was forced against the wide seat, his feet and hands raised,
pushing desperately against the slowly descending roof, his knees and elbows
trembling as Wendi squeezed tighter. The detective screamed as his left arm
broke at the elbow, the windows blowing out all around him. Wendi giggled as
his shrill shrieks reached her, each ululation sending a thrill through her
body. Mark was aghast at the casual cruelty of his lover, she was toying with
Kimball, torturing him.

"Crush him, Wendi," he commanded.

"Yes, Master," she grinned, and she squeezed tighter, not stopping now, her
fist closing around the car from all sides, crumpling it like tinfoil.
Kimball's piercing screams scaled higher and higher until with a moist
crunching noise they ceased altogether. She crushed the police car into a lump
of metal, and a rivulet of bright red blood coursed from the twisted mess, the
crimson stream trickling down her wrist. A slow swipe of her tongue washed it
away and she made a "Mmmm." sound that vibrated through Mark's bones.

Mark took several deep breaths. "Do you want to play now, my dear?"

"Oh yes, Master."

"The largest crowds are to your left, trapped on Elm Street. I heard it on the
police radio. There are tens of thousands of people there for you to start
with. Do not step on anyone or anything until you arrive. I want the
anticipation building within you."

"Oh yessssss."

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Wendi strutted down the street, her summer dress flowing and billowing around
her, her hair wafting in the breezes, her bare feet marking her passage behind
her. As commanded she spared the lives of those she encountered along the way,
though it took an effort on her part to obey. The hunger within her sprang
into full blossom as she turned the corner of Elm and looked down the length
of the street.

Cars were jammed bumper to bumper, people were already getting out of their
vehicles, pointing back at her, many were fleeing, trying to push their way
through those still looking. Overhead there was the whine of spinning blades
as a news helicopter thrummed past.

Mark licked his lips. "What do you see, Wendi?"

"I see tiny people, Master."

"They are afraid of you. Can you hear them screaming?"

"I can hear them clearly, Master."

"What do you feel when you hear them scream, Wendi?"

"I feel aroused, Master."

"Tell me in detail."

"My mouth is dry, Master. My skin is tingling. There is a knot in my stomach.
My nipples are hard, and my cunt is wet."

"I can see your right nipple poking against your dress. It seems very hard."

"It is, Master."

"What do you want to do, Wendi?"

"I want to play, Master."

"Ask me to crush them, love."

"Please let me crush them, Master," her voice trembled with need.

"You may step on some of them, Wendi," said Mark. "But no more than three at a
time. I will tell you when to stop."

"Thank-you, Master."

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Chief of Police Edwards was in that crowd, shouting orders into his radio. "I
don't care what the mayor says! Start broadcasting on every station, I want
every man, woman and child heading away from this city now! Farley! Get those
doors open. I know the buildings aren't any protection, but it's a damn sight
better than out here on the street. Blow them open! Phillips, you're too far
back, anyone who can't run faster than that is screwed no matter what we do.
Get your ass up here."

"Negative, sir, she's paused for the moment. I'm going to steer these people
towards the First National, they can hide in the lobby."

Edwards felt an icy hand on his back as the giantess started forward.

"Abort that, Phillips, she's on the move again! Clear out of there!"

"Working on it, sir! Oh, fuck, she just stepped on a man. Move it! Come on
people, get the hell out of her way! Move! Move! Oh, god sir, she's looking at
me."

"Head for the sidewalk, maybe she'll move past you!"

Edwards watched helplessly as Wendi looked down over her breasts at the tiny
cop before her. Her beautiful face was alight with fierce desires as she
shifted her weight and brought her foot over the defenseless little man.

"No! Oh, god, she's going to step on me! Help, sir, oh god, help! I don't want
to die!" Phillips voice was suffused with panic, trembling and short of
breath. Edwards watched as Wendi stepped down slowly, taking her time,
prolonging the terror of the young officer. A shrill, animal shriek sounded
from Edwards' radio, then an obscene, moist crunching noise, just before it
died. The giantess was playfully twisting her toes from side to side, her
massive breasts jiggling within the loose confines of her sheer summer dress.

Edwards was shaking badly as he spoke into the radio. "Bob. Bob are you still
there?"

"I'm here, Chief." Bob's voice was weak.

"Tell the mayor to send an emergency request for military intervention."

"That's going to take time, sir. It'll be days before they can respond."

"That can't be helped. I'm out of ideas. Proceed with the evacuation. I'm
stopping by the Armory, maybe we can get enough firepower to slow this bitch
down."

"Good luck, sir."

Edwards clicked his radio off and watched giantess giggling as she cruelly
popped more of the fleeing people under her long bare toes.

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Wendi was mesmerized. It was delectable pressing the little people flat under
her bare feet. Their abject helplessness was so exciting, and the way they
felt beneath her toes was intoxicating. She played with each one, taking her
time, toying with them before crushing them with self-indulgent languor.

Mark could not see the tiny people, but he could clearly hear their appeals
for mercy, and their shrieks of terror as Wendi had her way with them. Her
dominance was absolute, and it wound his own passions tightly.

"Wendy?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Tell me what it feels like, love."

"Oh, Master, it feels so wicked. They try to escape. They try to hold my foot
up with their tiny hands. They struggle and they fight, and then they pop and
burst and break. They turn from firm and lively to warm, wet and gooey."

"It's time to get messy, Wendi. Step forward into the crowd."

Wendi clenched her hands into fists and shivered. It took only a few steps to
bring her fully into the fleeing masses of men and women. She stepped
casually, both intent and uncaring of what she trod flat, and people died by
the scores. The shadow of her bare foot raced over the heads of the people, a
rush of air followed in its train. People towards the rear were clipped by her
descending heel and knocked sprawling to the ground, their bodies exploding as
her weight squeezed them into the road. Her sole softly slapped the tarmac,
turning dozens of people into blurting pap, which oozed up around her foot and
between her toes as she shifted her weight onto her foot. The bodies continued
to snap and crackle and goosh moistly as her bare foot pressed deep into the
street, the people around her foot tumbling to the ground from the violence of
the impact; those caught only half under her foot or toes shrieking insanely
as the lower half of their bodies were jellied as she trod down. A long moment
passed as she took her next step, as more people were killed by her playful
antics. Then her heel tipped up, her foot lifting to her toes before rising
for her next step, leaving behind a crater filled with the smooshed and
contorted victims of her footfalls.

"Stop, Wendi."

Wendi halted; wriggling her toes in the mess, lifting the hem of her dress a
little to smirk down at the tiny people. She felt so terribly worked up she
thought she would pop.

Mark stroked Wendi's ear, caressed her warm flesh and listened to her purr.
"Pick up a handful of people, Wendi," he commanded. "Hold them up so that we
can both see them." He gasped and held tightly to her strand of hair, as she
bent down, squatting on her heels. The chaotic noises of the crowd swelled in
volume as she reached out and stroked her massive fingers through them. Mark
glanced down, watched as she played with her victims, humming to herself as
she forced them to endure her little sport; closing her fingers together,
picking some up, then letting them go, tormenting them, toying with them.
Until, with cruel finality she brought her fingers together and did not let
go, rising slowly to her feet, elevating her prize to the line of her eyes.
Mark stared at a handful of men and women, people his size, people who, unlike
Kimball, were utterly innocent in this matter. He watched as they screamed and
cried, as they prayed and cursed. Some were looking up at Wendi, most were
hiding behind their hands.

"Wendi," he breathed.

"Master?"

"Wendi.tell them what you are going to do to them. Terrify them. Make them
scream louder."

Wendi's lips lifted in a cold-blooded grin and she brought the powerless
people close to her red lips. "Hi there," she whispered, huskily. "My name is
Wendi. I'm going to kill you." Her eyes shone with excitement. "Although, you
know, I think slaughter is a better word," she continued. "Because I am going
to make it happen very slowly and very messily." Her voice thrummed with cruel
intentions, rang with giantess lusts. Mark was mesmerized by her viciousness
and by the insane fear of her intended victims. "Yes," she purred "yes, scream
for me. Beg me to spare you." She paused to lick her lips. "I'm going to close
my fingers around you. I'm going to hold you in my hand. I'm going to squeeze
you. Your struggles will mean nothing to me but pleasure, and I will crush the
life from you insignificant little bodies. I will crush you until you are
soft, and pulpy and squishy. I will do this because I can, because there is
nothing you can do to stop me." Her voice was hoarse with barely restrained
eagerness. "And then I will lick my fingers clean, savoring your hot blood on
my tongue."

Several of the people had fainted. Others were throwing themselves towards the
open air beyond her fingers, preferring the clean death of a swift fall to one
for her pleasures. She caught them all, enveloped them in her hand, held them
close to her lips and growled deeply at them. Mark was so tense it was driving
him crazy and he stretched his arms and legs, trying to relieve the tightness
within himself.

"Wendi," he said.

"Yes, Master?"

"Make good on your promises, love."

"Mmmm.thank-you, Master."

Watching Kimball die had been something of sweet retribution. Listening to the
people squishing under Wendi' bare feet had been distant, surreal. Watching
her gargantuan fingers curl over and around her victims was immediate and
vivid. He felt her pulse quicken and he gasped for air, suddenly short of
breath.

For Wendi it was the realization of her darkest fantasies. She wiggled her
toes in the muck and mire of crushed people and watched with unabashed delight
as her little people went totally crazy. They fought her, throwing away all
restraint, struggling like pinned animals. So many tiny lives were in her
hand, given to her lusts by her Master's command. She was so wet, so hot,
flushed with arousal and the unbearable thrill of absolute power. Bringing her
fist to her lips she unbent her thumb and forefinger enough to slip her tongue
in, tasting the fear of her prey. With another low growl she brought her hand
closer to her Master so they could both listen as her fingers began to
tighten, to squeeze.

Mark could not tear his eyes away. Wendi was killing them slowly, her hand
clenching into a fist, her fingers sinking ruthlessly into the packed mass of
men and women. She moaned softly as she heard the first sounds of flesh being
crushed, and Mark moaned with her. The people were screaming without let,
struggling to no effect. Wendi held them with contemptuous ease as she broke
their insignificant little bodies. Blood seeped between her fingers, and she
held her hand out, looking down, watching the terror build in the people on
the ground as the grisly crimson rain fell upon them. Flesh and viscera
blurted from between her fingers, and she worked the thick, pulpy mess like
clay, taking her time, discovering a survivor in the dreadful pap and taking
delight in squeezing his puny body between her thumb and forefinger until he
popped. Then, as she promised, she brought her hand to her lips, and with slow
strokes of her tongue washed away the steaming blood and mangled flesh, her
eyes aglitter with predatory delight.

She was still lazily cleaning herself when Mark built enough courage to speak
again.

"Wendi?"

"Mmmm.yes, Master?"

"Wendi.ah.Wendi, I want you to take me and place me in your mouth," Mark
swallowed; his heart skipping in terror. "You may play with me gently to the
count of one-hundred, then you must remove me and return me here."

Wendi paused for a long moment, as though lost in thought over his commands,
but before he could admonish her to hurry, before his lost his nerve, her
fingers appeared beside him. Mark rushed to unknot her hair from around his
waist, lest she forget and pull him in half. He also clipped the pen to her
strand, leaving it dangling there, then he stepped off against the lobe of her
ear and gave himself to her. She waited a moment for him to get comfortable,
then brought him before her lovely face. He was gasping for breath, all his
senses urging him to flight as she smiled down at him and slowly licked her
red lips.

Dear lord, so this is what it is like, he thought to himself, and realized
that this was exactly what he wanted, the chance to feel something of the
terror felt by her victims. Wendi obviously appreciated this, and spared him
nothing of her power over him. Her tongue slide hungrily along the line of her
lips, and she smiled down at him in a way that promised no escape, no mercy.

"Remember, this is just play!" he yelled, and raised an eyebrow. What the hell
prompted him to say that? But he didn't have to search hard for an answer as
Wendi pinned him to the palm of her hand with a kiss that he thought was going
to kill him. Her lips were soft and warm and everywhere, rubbing lightly
against him, anointing him with the redness of her lipstick. In the darkness
of her passion he felt her lips part slightly, her breath washing over him.
Her tongue touched his belly, and he jerked and tried to curl up around
himself, but she denied him that escape. With slow licks she tasted him and
savored him.

"I'm going to eat you, little man," she whispered, and then lapped him up into
her mouth.

Mark couldn't stop himself from screaming.

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Edwards stepped through the door of the vault and looked around, swinging a
crowbar.

"Is this all of it?" he asked.

"There's some stuff down at Precinct 7, and the Mayor is trying to get the
Guard to open up their doors at the Trundle facility." The officer kicked at
one of the wooden crates with the toe of his boot. "This is the best of it,
though, including stuff from the Andrew Street drug raid two years ago."

Edwards nodded and pointed the crowbar at one of the boxes.

"Let's start with that one..."

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Wendi felt a mixture of terror and excitement, herself; terror at the prospect
of hurting her little one, excitement that he trusted her so completely. She
knew her tiny master was going berserk inside of her mouth, fighting and
screaming and trying to pry her teeth apart. The sensation of power was so
heady that she needed to lean against one of the office buildings to keep from
falling to her knees. Concentrating on the feeling of her little master on her
tongue, she began to play gently with him, and belatedly began counting to
herself.

For his part Mark was in the position of a man who, upon reaching the top of a
very tall roller coaster, decides that maybe this isn't such a good idea, and
asks to be let off. Mark was currently asking to be let off in his loudest and
most authoritative (albeit shrill) voice. He was on his feet on the tip of
Wendi's tongue, his knees pressed against her teeth, his hands pushing hard at
the forward most part of the roof of her mouth. His legs and arms trembled
from the effort, and he mopped his brow with his shirtsleeve, to no avail, her
saliva already covered him.

"Wendi!" he roared, "Let me out, right now!"

Her tongue heaved up beneath him, lofted him end over end within her mouth. He
slapped back against her soft tongue, felt it undulate powerfully beneath him
as she pressed him against the top of her mouth. Over and over she played with
him, swirling him in her mouth, toying with him against her teeth. He fought
her with everything he had, howling for her to stop, to let him go, but she
either didn't her him, or chose to ignore him. Then, without warning, the
motion stopped.

Mark lay across her tongue, his body dripping wet, his hair matted against his
face. The heat and humidity in her mouth was oppressive, it drained the energy
from him. With a groan he leaned towards the front of her mouth, and suddenly
her tongue went into action again. But where her earlier play had been rough
and chaotic, her ministrations now were calculated and deliberate. She pinned
him against her front teeth and began to caress him with her tongue. He
struggled at first, pushed against her moist advances, tried to stave each
full body kiss. But she was adamant; she gave him no course for refusal, no
way to deny her. Wendi's tongue was all around him, licking him, stroking him,
loving him, and he could not help but respond. In a blaze of passion he pulled
at his heavy clothing, ripped his shirt, discard his wet pants. Naked and
vulnerable he gave himself to her, and she took him eagerly. Her tongue
explored his body, tasted the softness of his flesh, washed him and covered
him in the wetness of her mouth.

And when she growled so that his bones shook, he came.

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"Here and here," said the lieutenant.

"Are these areas evacuated yet?" demanded Edwards.

"We're working on it, sir. We can't get the people out of the city, but we can
get them to the Phillips Mall. Sergeant Meyers will close off this area
between Falder Street and 66th, so we'll be able to protect them."

"Seems like a hell of a risk, some of the largest buildings are in that
section."

"Yes, sir. But with all the routes out of the city jammed or closed, we don't
have many options."

"Fine.start deploying your men, I want everything in place within the next
hour."

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Mark lay in the palm of her hand and shivered from the chill in the air.
Wendi's face was bent over him, her hair cascading down from all sides,
blocking out the rest of the world. Her eyes watched him avidly, eagerly,
drinking the sight of him. And he for his part could not take his eyes off of
her. She was so beautiful and so very deadly.

"Now, little Master," she murmured. "Would you have me put any of these tiny
people in my mouth after seeing just how helpless it feels to be trapped in
there?"

Mark laughed, but his pulse was pounding. The images seared through him. He
knew in vivid detail exactly what she meant. Rolling to his back he parted his
legs with a grin, showing her rather than telling her what he desired. With a
twinkle in her eyes Wendi accepted his answer and lifted her head, looking
down the street for her prey.

The crowds had not squandered their opportunity, and Wendi strolled for
several blocks before she caught up with the rag end of the fleeing people.
Once again she stepped into their midst, taking cruel delight in the moist
crunch and splatter of broken bodies beneath her bare feet. Squatting down on
her heels she regarded the mob as it flowed around her bare toes. Her fingers
hovered over the heads of the tiny people making them shrink away and cry out.
With a swift motion she plucked up a tiny man, holding him about ankle height
above the people. An eager light was in her eyes and she moved him slowly
higher, but not to her mouth, her hand impulsively straying under her dress,
between her thighs.

"Wendi," Mark said, sternly.

"Yes, Master?" she asked quietly.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm picking up a tiny man."

"To eat, Wendi. There will be time later for that kind of play."

"But Master."

"You argue with me?"

"No, Master," and she lifted the tiny man to her lips and pressed him into her
mouth with her forefinger. Mark mopped his brow, sweating profusely, his heart
banging in his chest. Wendi loved him enough to abide him commands, but he
would have to give her what she needed soon. He stroked her ear tenderly and
murmured soft praises to her as she collected more of the little ones.

She took her time, reaching down into the packed throngs, lifting tiny people
one by one between her thumb and forefinger, lifting them to her lips and
popping them inside. And she held Mark up so he could behold each one in turn,
hear their pleas for mercy, their futile curses, and their frightened wails.
After the tenth one she turned to face him and parted her lips, showing him
her delectable little snacks. Mark clung to her thumb and stared. The people
were slipping and sliding on her tongue, fighting to get to her open lips,
their cries echoing from the roof of her mouth. With a little flick of her
tongue she tossed them around, then slowly gathered them back again.

Closing her mouth Wendi pierced him with her gaze.

"Master?" she mumbled.

Mark gripped her thumb tighter. "Do it," he commanded.

Wendi pursed her lips into a smile, and then brought him to her throat,
clasping him against it with her gigantic fingertips. Her pulse beat against
him, lifted and fell, throbbing with the distant strength of her young heart.
Mark lay against her, his arms outstretched, hugging her, his right ear
pressed against her. Her throat moved and bobbed; once, twice and a third time
as she swallowed the little men and women alive. He heard them, heard their
shrieks as they were dragged down her throat and into her tummy; ten
defenseless little men and women doomed to the searing death in her stomach.

Wendi giggled. 'They tickle," she grinned, and she lifted Mark from her throat
and showed him her open mouth. None of the people remained. She rubbed her
tummy with her fingers and giggled again, then began to gather more of the
people beneath her, popping them into her mouth one after another. But this
time she didn't swallow. Instead she teased them with her tongue, drove them
crazy with her playful power as she swirled and swished them around in her
mouth. Once again she showed Mark her little morsels, and let him listen to
their screams, but this time she brought him to her lips, and parted them ever
so little, before she began to chew.

Her jaw moved slowly, rhythmically, and relentlessly. Mark closed his eyes as
he heard the screams within her mouth become high-pitched animal shrieks.
Wendi was ruthless, catching the frenzied people with her soft tongue, forcing
them between her teeth and biting down, bursting their bodies like ripe
grapes. Hot blood splashed and squirted across her tongue, fueling the
insatiable lusts within her. Nine people she crunched and chewed between her
back teeth. The last man she caught with her incisors, parting her smiling
lips so that Mark could watch as she slowly sank her massive teeth into his
puny body, slicing him and crushing him at the same time before her tongue
swept over him, drawing the mangled remains back to her waiting molars where
she finished masticating him, before licking her soft lips with delight and
swallowing.

After that she returned Mark to her ear. And then to quench her thirst she
captured more people, just like she had the first time, holding them in her
closed fingers, anticipating the taste of them. With a naughty giggle she let
them feel the unyielding and merciless strength of her fingers. Holding them
over her open mouth, her tongue slipped out to receive their life's blood.
Drinking it avidly as her fingers disdainfully squeezed every drop from their
insignificant little bodies. The dire draught trickled from the corner of her
mouth and onto her dress, but she did not care as she captured more handfuls
from the panicking hoards.

Mark clung to her ear as she drank, as she crushed countless people to mush
with her fingers. Each time her head tipped back he had visions of what it was
like in her lovely mouth and he shivered. She was so cruel, but she was having
so much fun.

"Wendi," he said. "Stop."

His heart leapt within him as she did so, her attention focusing upon him.

"Wendi," he continued. "What have you done to the dress I bought for you?"

She looked down, saw the bright blood upon her breasts.

"Oh, Master.I'm so sorry, I was so distracted that I."

"Wendi," he interrupted.

"Yes, Master?" She asked contritely.

"Remove your dress, Wendi."

"At once, Master."

She reached down to the hem of her dress and gathered it up slowly over the
length of her body, revealing her long legs, her white thighs. She wore no
undergarments, but the tiny people were already so traumatized that the sight
of her colossal womanhood did not so much scandalize as it did raise the
specter of new terrors. In one fluid motion she pulled the dress over her
generous breasts and slipped it free of her head, turning to lay it in a pile
on the ground beside her.

"How does it feel to be naked, Wendi?"

"It feels wonderful, Master."

"Good. Now I want you to trap as many of them as you can. If you have to push
over some of the buildings, then do so, but be sure that they cannot escape.
Do it quickly now."

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"She's what?"

"Naked, sir."

Edwards rubbed his hands over his face. "Just when you think it's gotten
weird. Okay, keep me appraised. Oh, and find a few more female officers if you
can, I don't want anyone freezing up when it comes time to take her out." He
turned to another officer. "What's the word on the deployment?"

"We'll be ready in an hour, sir."

"Oh god."

"What is it, Atkins?"

"She just pushed over the Brumand Insurance Company building."

"Shit," he spun back to the other man. "You have thirty minutes. Make them
count."

"Yes, sir."

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Wendi circled around the crowds, striding down a side street, taking her time
as she blocked any hope of passage. Buildings toppled with heart stopping
crashes, dust billowing down the roads. She giggled each time she pushed over
another skyscraper; thrusting against this one with her hands, bumping that
one with her hip. Her tits jiggled heavily as she had her way with the forest
of buildings. She paused to look inside many of them, peering into offices and
apartments and hotel rooms, making eye contact with any tiny people she found.
She liked watching them as she pressed her warm, sexy body against the
building, seeing their terror mounting as they felt the floor beneath them
tremble and tip, tilting further and further, spilling furniture and lamps
until the building smashed against the street like an expensive and very
elaborate vase. Meanwhile the crowds on Elm Street were surging back down the
avenue, trying to find escape down an unblocked alley. People choked the
doorways of numerous buildings, fighting and struggling for the dubious safety
within. They could see the giantess strolling down the side streets, her body
looming over many of the buildings from the chest up, brightly illuminated by
the lights of the city as darkness fell. From time to time she turned to look
down, eyeing the hoards of tiny men and women with eager anticipation.

"I'm done, Master" she finally said, standing at the opposite end of Elm,
looking down its length at the turmoil and chaos taking place before her.

"They cannot escape?"

"Not in any numbers," she purred. "Oh, there are so many of them, Master!"

"Do you want them?"

"Very much, Master."

"Then show them, Wendi."

"Master?"

"Let them see how much you want them, my dear, how much you need them." Mark's
body ached with excitement, and he could feel the passionate heat radiating
from Wendi. "Let your lovely body speak for you." On a thought he glanced
around, located the pen still clipped to her hair and retrieved it, holding it
in his hand since he was naked now.

"Master?"

"Yes, Wendi."

"Master, I want them inside of me."

"Soon, love. Very soon. I will tell you. And Wendi?"

"Yes, Master?"

"I'm going to want to watch."

Wendi grinned and hummed happily to herself, her body undulating sensuously,
her eyes lit with intimate fires of hedonistic lust. She danced slowly down
the street, each footfall a jarring promise of feminine desire and giantess
cruelty. Her fingers swept over her naked body, showing off her charms,
offering them to the countless men and women before her. Closer and closer she
came, insatiable, invulnerable, unstoppable.

The crowd cranked the berserk level up a notch.

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Edwards watched the monitors, watched as the giantess closed the distance to
her prey. Some of the other officers averted their eyes as she began to play,
but he continued to watch.

"Atkins?"

"Oh god, did you see that? She.um.uh, yes sir?"

"Atkins.the ambushes are set up, but we have a problem."

"Sir?"

"This giantess is amusing herself at the expense of innocent citizens. People
who's only crime in being in the way of her sick needs." He watched as the
giantess began to pleasure herself. "We need to lure her away from them, we
need to bring her to the ambush."

"Understood, sir. What are your orders?"

"Bring the ram, it's the heaviest armor we have. Tell the men to position
themselves around her. Make sure that they are evenly spaced, she must not
perceive a concentration of firepower. When I give the command have them open
fire. It is important that she retreat from Elm street and that she spot me.
I'll lead her to the ambush. When I give the second command you commence with
a full attack."

"Sir, you will be in the line of fire."

"I don't plan to die, Atkins. I'll take care of myself. You take care of her."

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They were cornered. Trapped against buildings and rubble with no where to go.
Wendi's colossal body filled the avenue, blocked any way out. She looked down
at her play toys with a greedy possessive air.

"Remember, Wendi. You may not cum until I allow it," it was his last command
to her before she removed him from her ear. She set him down beneath herself.
Mark glanced to either side. Her bare feet bracketed him, her toes sunk into
the hard road. He saw them for the first time from close to where her victims
had seen them, and it sent a thrill of terror up his spine. He looked up. The
mighty bulwarks of her naked thighs closed over him like the arches of a
cathedral. Her womanhood was his sky, her distended nether lips peeked through
her lush hairs, glistening with moisture. He was safe in her shadow. Anyone
who tried to approach was crushed or snatched up. He watched in awe as Wendi
began her play, the crowds roaring as she began to gather them up in her
fingers.

A tiny blonde woman wriggled helplessly in Wendi's fingers, her legs kicking
wildly, her screams echoing off the young giantess' thighs. She looked so
small, so vulnerable next to Wendi's aroused sex. Mark could not tear his eyes
away as Wendi lolled the tiny woman against her colossal pussy, anointed her
in her thick creams, then slowly pressed the shrieking woman up into herself
with her forefinger. She thrust her in deep, then gently withdrew, her
moisture glistening upon her finger. Mark drew his fingers through his hair.
Somewhere up there, deep inside of Wendi's cunt, the tiny blonde woman was
struggling for her life, drowning in the copious wetness. He watched as Wendi
took another, a man in a suit this time, holding his thrashing little body
against her clit for a long moment before he too vanished into her eager
cleft.

Wendi was ecstatic. She forced herself to take her time, knowing that Mark was
down there, watching her as she fed the little people to her pussy. She wanted
to grab handfuls of them, stuff them screaming into her depths, but this was
better, and it was driving her little fuck toys insane. Some of them tried to
flee, tries to bolt past her, but she caught them all, dismembered or crushed
them and flung them back into the crowd. It was all driving her crazy as well,
and she was beginning to have a hard time preventing her intoxication from
spilling over into orgasms. So she made up for it by increasing her erotic
sadism, breaking the arms or legs of the little people before plunging them
into her sweet depths. Their struggles within her were so vibrant she began to
bite her lower lip and moan. The next tiny man she caught was pressed without
mercy against the hardness of her clit, and that was a mistake. His animal
terror caused him to thrash about against her sensitive flesh with such
abandon that she almost lost all of her composure.

"Oh god," she groaned, and she crushed him instantly, gritting her teeth as
she fought back the crashing waves of pleasure, her body trembling with the
exertion.

She could no longer limit herself to individual men and women. Wendi's fingers
jammed into the puny mobs, seized handfuls of wriggling people. She cupped
them to her massive breasts and looked down at them with cold-hearted mirth.

"Fight me, little ones," she murmured. "Do it now!" and she clenched her
fingers into the masses of humanity, grinding their puny little bodies against
her hard nipples, smearing them over her white flesh. Throwing back her head
and crying out with lust she simultaneously squeezed with her pussy. She was
transported by pleasure as she savagely squished countless little lives with
her aroused giantess body, the promise of her orgasm loomed all around her,
and she knew that she would not be able to resist.

Explosions filled the air.

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Mark knew Wendi was fighting to obey him, and he was pretty damn sure she was
going to lose that battle. Nor could he blame her, this was her private
fantasy come to life and she was immersing herself in all the forbidden
delights of being a giantess. He followed each tiny howling man and woman as
Wendi gave them to her voracious womanhood. She was so gigantic it would take
scores of people to even begin to fill her bottomless depths. She didn't get
that far though. He watched her crush a red headed man against her clit in a
spray of crimson blood, and that seemed to trigger a explosion of cruelties as
she roughly grabbed huge handfuls of people and crushed them against her tits.
Blood began to rain from the sky as Wendi savaged her victims with her
insatiable lusts, and Mark retreated a little further beneath her. He heard
her words, heard the irresistible need in her tone. Looking up he watched her
ass-cheeks clench and knew that she was ruthlessly squeezing the helpless men
and women deep in her pussy.

The bark of artillery was completely unexpected.

Wendi jerked as she felt the impact of bullets on her naked flesh, more
surprised than hurt. She snarled and swept her eyes around her, looking for
those responsible, but the hail of fire seemed to come from all sides. She
flung the tiny people away from her and began to rise to her feet, but checked
herself. Looking down she spotted Mark still standing between her feet, he
seemed absorbed in some desperate endeavor. Wendi bent her hands down to him.

"Get on!" she cried.

He ignored her for a long moment, then cursed and sprang onto her fingers. She
lifted him quickly to her ear, trusting the weight of her hair to give him
protection. The bodies of the tiny people shifted deep inside her pussy, puny
and helpless, and now that Mark was safe she began to let herself feel the
rage welling up within her. Her muscles tightened and tensed, and she felt
with feminine satisfaction the bursting of wetness deep within her cunt. A
glint of metal caught her attention to her right and she spun her head, her
blazing eyes making contact with a tiny man. He died screaming as her gigantic
fist slammed into the building. The rain of heavy gunfire struck her from all
sides and she arched her back against the stinging sensations.

"I'm going to flatten this block," she snarled.

"Be careful, Wendi," Mark warned her, breathlessly. "They wouldn't attack
without a plan." He had no time for more advice as he fumbled with the open
pen, using a needle tool to make delicate adjustments within its
micro-circuitry.

At that moment the Madison Hotel exploded, a forty story building just to her
left. The masonry blew out into the street, the concrete and steel sloughed
down and poured over Wendi's toes. As the rain of rubble and dust cleared it
revealed a small black tank, its turret rising towards her even as its treads
spun against the tarmac, carrying it further away. The muzzle jumped and Wendi
screamed and twisted aside, the shell slicing past her breasts and smashing
into the office building behind her. Her hair whipped about her head as she
crouched at the ready.

Mark hastily tied another strand of hair around himself, holding the pen in
his teeth. Then he resumed his work, twiddling with a difficult switch,
bouncing and jostling against Wendi's ear, but unwilling to tell her to stop.
With a lurch she lunged forward, his guts dropped within him, and glancing
down he spotted the tank leaping away from her grasping fingers, it's treading
spewing stones as it kept just out of reach.

"We're going to need more time, Wendi," he muttered, and he focused on the pen
again.

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Edwards jerked on the controls, fired another round from the HellBore, swore
as the giantess ducked it again. She was faster than he expected, but not
quite fast enough to snatch him. The tank trundled loudly down the street,
slamming cars aside in a shower of sparks, the earth bouncing beneath it as
the giantess followed close behind.

"Report!" he barked into his throat mic.

"We're ready, sir," said Atkins. "You're most of the way there, about another
five hundred yards and take a left on Court Street."

"Got it. Did you get the stingers?"

"Yes, sir, the Guard came through."

"Perfect. Don't hold back, the moment I cross Orleans I want you to open with
every goddam thing you have. You knock this bitch out with one punch, you hear
me?"

"Understood, sir. Atkins out."

Edwards was sweating, his heart was slamming in his chest. He forced the
engines to give him everything they had, surging ahead of the giantess just
enough to let him swing the tank down Court Street, bouncing off the
restaurant at the corner, catching against the building for a single,
horrifying instant. Her colossal bare foot crashed against the ground just
behind him and he closed his eyes and yelled as he bounced over a pair of
parked cars. The tank hit the slight downward incline of the street and began
to pick up more speed, ahead he could see the intersection, the traffic light
bouncing wildly on its wire as he raced for it.

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Mark cried out in triumph as he finished his work, closing the pen. At that
moment Wendi leaped in the air, intending to crush the irritating little tank
underfoot. He gasped as he was pressed down against her ear, then lofted as
she fell. She hit the ground with a bone-jarring crunch, her lips in a sneer
as she swore loudly. Mark was slapped down with a meaty smack and the pen
bounced out of his numb fingers, rolling to the edge of Wendi's ear. He spun
over onto his belly and hurled himself forward as it wobbled and fell.

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Edwards was screaming nonstop as the tank sprinted down Court Street, the
intersection at Orleans closing. He closed his eyes as the tank roared under
the traffic light.

The world exploded around him.

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Mark fell, his fingers touching than grabbing the pen, he tumbled from Wendi's
ear and ooph'ed loudly as her strand of hair yanked and tightened under his
arms. His spun the pen in his finger and rested his thumb against the top.

click-click

click-click

click-click

click-click

click-click

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Wendi almost had the tank in her grasp when she saw the arcing trails of
innumerable tracers springing towards her from all sides. She cried out and
tried to backpedal, realizing that she had just stumbled into a trap of
horrific proportions, but it was too late, she twisted, caught herself and was
enveloped in a billowing cloud of wild bomb blasts. Suddenly she felt that
knot of tension, the heat, the potential, the power surging throughout her
body. She grasped at it, closed her eyes and let it course through her. The
explosions dwindled, diminished, turned into a warmth against her ankles. She
drew in a deep shuddering breath and opened her eyes.

She gasped at the sight

"Mark? Mark!"

"It's okay, Wendi. We're okay," his voice reassured her, calmed her.

"What happened?"

"Well, I had to take out the governor on the pen. Just as well I had it in
there in the first place or Kimball would have clicked you up to this height
all in one shot. I also amplified the serum harmonics, otherwise you wouldn't
be able to hear me right now."

"How big am I?"

"One standard mile. Five thousand, two hundred eighty feet. How do you feel?"

Wendi giggled. "I feel big."

"How about the ambush?"

Wendi glanced down. "They're still attacking me," she simpered, and she
wiggled her toes in the unceasing barrage. "Little bugs, I could take them all
out with a single step."

"How about something a little more fun?"

"What do you have in mind?"

Mark grinned. "I think being a giantess has gone to your head. Aren't you
forgetting something?"

Wendi gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry, Master," and she giggled again.

"Uh-huh. Sure you are. Naughty giantess. I'll have to think up a punishment
for you later."

"Oh! Promise, Master?"

"Uh-huh. But right now I want to know something."

"And what is that, Master?"

"I want to know how you feel, Wendi."

"Oh," Wendi looked down at the city spread out beneath her, at the rank and
file of the streets, at the tops of the countless buildings. She loomed above
them all, vast, towering, the tallest skyscrapers only reaching to her knees.
She thought of all the people: thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of
thousands, and all the fear they must be feeling. She undulated and groaned as
she felt her power over this city, the tension in her sex was unbearable. "Oh,
Master," she breathed huskily. "I feel horny."

"Then it's time we took care of that," said Mark.

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The radio was filled with the noises of panic. It blared painfully in his ear.
Edwards rubbed his face and pushed back from the controls of the tank. It
didn't take him long to realize what was going on. "Atkins?"

"Sir? Chief! Oh god, she's grown again. We can't stop her, sir! We need more
than the crap we're throwing at her right now. I'm mean shit! She stepped on
bravo group and probably didn't even fucking notice! What the hell are we."

"Atkins!" Edwards interrupted. "Shut-up!"

"Sir.sir.yes, sir."

"Get the officers out of here. Tell the people at the Phillips Mall to
evacuate, immediately."

"But, she's not anywhere near them, sir. And there are thousands."

"Atkins," Edwards barked. "Trust me on this one. Get those people out of
there. I'm heading back."

"Sir? But sir!"

Edwards flipped off the radio and started the tank up again. It spun down the
street, lurching and bouncing as the giantess' footfalls rocked the city.

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Wendi looked down at the buildings with a gleam in her eye.

"That's the Phillips Mall, Wendi."

"And what may I do with it, Master?"

"I want you to fuck with it, love. Pick a building that you like, and use it."

"Master?"

"Yes, Wendi, you may cum this time."

Wendi grinned and clapped her pretty hands, her naked body thrumming with
anticipation.

"Oh, and Wendi?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Set me down on one of the skyscrapers. I want to watch as you take your toy."

It was harder at this size, but Mark managed the heart pounding leap from
Wendi's ear to her fingernail, laying down lest the roaring wind sweep him
away as she lowered him. He had to leap again to get to the roof of the
Iberson Hotel, but it was worth it. He had the best seat in the house.

Wendi grinned down at him, then began making her selection. Far below the
evacuation was taking place, people thronging the street, pointing and
screaming at the giantess looming over them. Wendi took no more notice of them
than she would a scattering of ants. There were three skyscrapers for her to
chose from, and she touched each of them, licking her lips as she measured
their thickness and their texture.

She wrapped her fingers around a black sided building, grasping it, taking her
time so Mark could watch her every motion. Her fingers tightened and she
pulled upwards, tilting to the side, snapping the skyscraper from its
foundations, lifting it from the street. People spilled from its lobby doors,
fell to their deaths on the hard roads amidst the rain of stone and steel.
With a mischievous grin she nestled it between her heavy tits. Mark watched
with unabashed awe as she trapped it between her heavy globes, squeezing it in
the embrace of her tits. Wendi's eyes twinkled as she titty-fucked the office
building into ruin and rubble, giggling as it crunched and broke. With a grin
she lifted her breasts and flicked at her nipples with her tongue, knowing how
it drove Mark crazy when she did that. Then she brushed herself off and
reached for the second of the towering buildings. Again her fingers closed
with ruthless strength, windows exploding as she turned her wrist and twisted
the building from the ground. Lifting it high she peered inside at the tiny
people, smiling at them as they fell and tumbled, tossed around as she tipped
the building this way and that. With a wink at Mark she parted her gigantic
lips and licked the skyscraper, dragging her tongue with sensuous languor up
its marble facade. She licked it repeatedly, as though its towering length was
nothing more than a piece of candy. Then she took the roof end in her mouth,
her eyes filled with mischievously as her lips slide down its sides. Her hair
bobbed around her head as she sucked upon the office building, growling
hungrily as she increased her pace, both hands grasping the tiny skyscraper.

Mark's fingers were white upon the wall of the roof as he watched Wendi. He
tensed as she leaned forward, making it easier for him to see some of the
chaos ensuing through the spit covered windows. Wendi giggled and stopped in
mid-stroke, and slowly bared her teeth. From around her lips came the sounds
of breaking glass and crunching stone, shatter lines radiating outwards in all
directions with frightful speed. Slowly, savagely, playfully, Wendi sank her
teeth into the skyscraper, bit down with viscous deliberation. She sliced
through walls, floors, ceilings and countless people, giving her lovely head a
little shake as she ripped the top of the building away. Her jaws moved
rhythmically, masticating the uppermost stories, mixing it with her saliva,
reducing it to a gray pudding that she swallowed. Licking her lips she looked
in the ragged end of the building, smirking at the devastation, noting with
satisfaction the tiny people moving in the ruin and the wreckage. Bringing it
to her full lips again she pressed her tongue into the opening, forcing its
tip through fragile floors, swirling it around, closing her eyes and dwelling
for a luscious moment on the exquisite terror of the people she was killing
and crushing. Again she buried her teeth in sides of the skyscraper, tearing
it apart like a piece of french bread, eating it, reveling in her unanswerable
power as her hard teeth brutally ended the lives of more defenseless men and
women. She took her time, finishing each morsel, and she rubbed her tummy and
beamed down at Mark.

Mark was shaking as Wendi licked the tip of her finger and placed it
possessively upon the remaining skyscraper, tracing it, touching it, her eyes
still on him. She felt it in her hand, tipping her head down, her eyes
feasting on its length now, savoring it. Bend down she scooted back a little,
carelessly flattening some smaller buildings with her legs and feet. She
measured the length of the tall building with her fingers, pursed her lips and
grasped the tower from the top. With casual strength she dug her fingernails
into the sides of the building, turning her hand as she lifted up, tearing
free the top seven stories. Lifting the small portion she regarded it for a
long moment then slowly crushed it in her fingers. Wiping her hand off on her
breast she bent down again, looking in the ragged end of her little toy,
brushing her hair back over her ear with her fingers. Hundreds of tiny people
stared back at her, caught in offices, stairwells, hallways and restrooms.
Dust and papers stirred and fluttered as Wendi's warm sweet breath washed over
them. Her smile dominated them, filled their sky. Bending her head a little
lower she parted her red lips and took the top of the building into her mouth.
With a low moan she pressed her tongue down into the little offices, playfully
stirring it around, as she had with her second skyscraper. Her lipstick
smeared over the windows as she bobbed her head slowly, taking the building
deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked at her little toy.
Her eyes fluttered and she looked at Mark, growling deep in her throat as she
toyed with the building. She moved just the way she always did for him, and
knew it was driving him crazy. But the passion was building within her too,
rising higher and high, to the point where she couldn't stand it anymore.

Lifting her head she brushed her hair back. She saw what she had done to that
topmost story of office and giggled. Crushed and mangled bodies floated in her
saliva amid the smashed wrecked of desks and tables. The survivors floundered
in the wetness, crying and wailing, begging to be spared. She watched them,
pinching her nipples, showing them her uncaring lust. Then on an impish
impulse she leaned forward to look at Mark. Her face loomed over him, vast and
radiant. The skyscraper was bracketed between her magnificent breasts, and she
rolled her shoulders, slapping it between them. Bringing her face lower she
blew a kiss over the tiny man, giggling at him as he staggered.

"My cunt is aching, Master," she whispered. "Aching to be filled." She licked
her lips slowly, her heart pounding as she regarded her teeny-tiny lover. "I
want to fuck it. I want to cum, Master. Will you cum with me?"

Mark answered the only way he could, taking himself in his hand and stroking
slowly. Wendi purred in a voice that rattled windows and blew him another
kiss, then sat up again, wanton determination on her lovely face.

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Edwards swore the whole distance to the Phillips Mall. The tank bouncing
heavily, dropping with gut lurching suddenness into the giantess' footprints,
slipping and skittering in her juices. He raced her without hope. Watched in
despair as she began to play with the buildings. People were streaming the
other way, sometimes blocking the road, slowing his progress. He wove down the
less congested streets just in time to watch the giantess drag her finger over
a huge crowd of people. The sight sent chills through him. Her gigantic finger
pressed men and women down with impartial cruelty, bodies burst and splattered
in all directions. Then she lifted it to her lips and licked it clean of the
blood and the gore.

With a snarl he gunned the tank forward, raising the turret, pounding the
controls as he realized that the crash had jammed something in the barrel. He
stopped it where the giantess had pressed her finger, leaping from his seat,
spinning the wheel on the hatch. His pulled himself out and scrambled down,
slipping in the blood and pussy juices coating the road. Panic assailed him
from all sides, the terrified screaming of countless people, the roaring
instructions of too few officers. Men and women jammed the doors of the
buildings in their chaotic attempts to escape. Gunfire sounded, some fired at
the giantess, some to get the attention of the milling people.

It all stopped dead as the giantess straddled the skyscraper, her body
foreshortened to infinity, her vast womanhood suspended over the building like
a promise of carnal carnage. With a single, soul numbing, terrifying movement
she drove her hips down, her pussy engulfing the building, the wind rushing
like a hurricane as her colossal ass slapped the ground, her dripping clit
hovering only a scant story above the ground. There was a pause, and she
lifted up again, her sex slurping wetly, revealing the cum soaked skyscraper,
her wetness staining it, dripping down it. Another heartstopping hesitation
came at the top of her stroke. In that moment the crowds erupted again, people
threw themselves out the jammed doors, many of the officers threw away their
megaphones and fled. The giantess slammed down again with gleeful violence,
fucking the building.

Edwards leapt forward, pushing people aside, fighting to get to the doors.
Pulling out his gun he fired off several rounds, smashing the glass,
destroying hinges, pulling back on the doors, releasing more of the people.
The press of frightened men and woman pushed him back. He looked up, saw the
giantess looking down at him. She saw him, he felt that, her eyes blazing with
lust. He screamed and held up his arms, screamed as she thrust down again, her
pussy filling the sky, screamed as she hard clit grew vast and smashed him
into the hard road, his body shrieking in agony as he felt himself break and
burst and smear under her wet flesh.

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Looking down at the skyscraper Wendi savored its small size, her pussy loomed
over it. She though about the countless tiny people inside of it, watched the
desperately narrow stream of humanity flowing from the doors to the streets.
She growled and reached down between her legs, touching her wetness, then
reaching down further to drag her fingertip through the puny crowd. Lifting
her finger she looked at them with giantess disdain and lapped them into her
mouth. As she licked her lips she adjusted herself, straddled the skyscraper,
nuzzled it with her sex. Her fingers trembled as she peeled herself open, as
she kissed the top of the building, the screams of the people fueling her
lusts. Raising her eyes she looked down at Mark, peering at him, watching him
play. Then, with a fierce cry she drove her cunt down on the skyscraper,
impaled herself upon its length. She moaned and her gigantic tits bounced as
she fucked the puny skyscraper hard, with no restraint, the other buildings
swaying on their foundations as she shook the earth.

Looking down between her thighs she saw the crowds milling about in terror, at
her mercy as her pussy slid up and down the building, splashing her sweet
juices on them. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the tiny black tank sitting
to one side. Looking down at the crowds she watched as a larger crowd surged
from her toy to fill the streets. Growling with predatory fury Wendi thrust
down, pressed down, and purred with satisfaction as she felt the crush of tiny
bodies on her labia and clit. She paused a moment, moving her hips, rubbing
her nub against the ground, then resumed her frenzied pace. Her hands strayed
to her breasts, stroked them, caressed them. Her body was on fire, a
passionate coruscation blazing through her pussy. She looked at Mark, willed
some of her lust into him, wriggled and undulated as she fucked the tiny
building. Her orgasm built up within her, suffused her senses, sent a flush
over her hot flesh.

Peering down she looked at Mark, she let him behold the pleasure filling her,
then with a wild scream of delight she came. Her tiny lover jerked as her
orgasm washed over him and sent him over the edge. Mark fell to his knees, his
body shaking in the erotic storm radiating from Wendi. She screamed again,
shaking her head, her hair flying. Deep within her the floors of the
skyscraper cracked and heaved, spilling people. The walls cracked and
imploded. The ceilings crashed and fell. Her cunt crushed the building from
all sides, spasmed and crushed again, her body singing with power as she felt
her toy breaking and shattering within her. Still she fucked it without let,
driving her pussy down on the hapless structure, smashing and wrecking it, and
she came and came and came, until with a gasp she threw herself to the side,
her mile long body slamming across the city, her body twisting and turning as
she cried out, still in the throes of her pleasure.

After a long while she settled down and purred, shifted her body through the
rubble, smashing buildings with careless impunity until she was next to Mark's
skyscraper. She blew him a little kiss and relaxed, dozing softly.

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She didn't sleep long, and it was just as well. Mark was nervously shouting to
her, concerned that the military would muster enough strength to catch her
here. When finally he got her attention he held up the pen, waving it wildly
until she nodded. He ran across the roof to the stairs and bolted down the
many flights and out into the street, racing down a long, shattered slope into
a vast crater before the building, and there he stopped.

Mark looked up at Wendi, drinking in her impossible size. She stood up for
him, cautiously, letting him see her mile tall body. She was so beautiful, and
so powerful. In a way it gave him a pang to do this, but her smiling eyes told
him to hurry. And besides, this wasn't permanent. With a flourish he raised
his hand and clicked the pen. There was a burst of white light and a deafening
thunderclap. A wave of hot air washed over him, forcing him to cover his face
and take a step backwards. When he opened his eyes she was there, standing
before him, naked and lovely, poised with a aura of supreme confidence that
totally became her.

Wendi glanced around at the devastation, twisted and broken buildings, crushed
and flattened cars. Everywhere were the signs of her play. It was incredible
seeing it all from the perspective of the people she had so ruthlessly
included in her wicked games. With a smirk she realized that she and Mark were
standing in one of her footprints. Something about that was terribly exciting,
and she just had to give him a big hug.

"My god," he whispered as he held her.

"Shouldn't that be, 'my goddess?'"

Mark chuckled. "And who's the master here?"

"Mmmmm.you are, but only as long as you give good commands."

"How about baaaaad commands?"

"Even better," and she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply.

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Miles away, weeks later and hand in hand they strolled.

"I still think he was admiring my outfit," said Wendi. She and Mark walked
together through the mall, hundreds of miles from the city she had so casually
flattened weeks earlier. Already it seemed like it was a lifetime ago.

"There's no doubt," Mark sighed "he recognized us."

Wendi pressed close against him. She appreciated that 'us,' even though she
knew that it could only really mean 'her.' "Should we leave?"

They strolled passed the rows of stores, jostled slightly by the passing
people, not paying attention to the places they passed, intent on their
conversation. "We only just arrived," said Mark after a long moment of
thought. "Each time we move we have to move sooner."

"We could go to a more remote area."

"Ah, no. Neither of us is cut out for that kind of a life. No, I'm minded to
stay this time."

"They'll catch us."

"Perhaps. There is another option," and dug into his pocket and showed her the
red pen.

"You still have it? You told me you destroyed it," her eyes were accusing.

"I did, this is a new one," he confessed. "I knew we'd need it."

Wendi's eyes fixed on the small red pen, her heart pounding within her. "We
could use it to threaten them, get them to let us go."

"Yes, we could." Mark rolled the pen between his fingers, feeling its
smoothness, the hidden potential sleeping within it. With an abrupt motion he
handed it to her. "You decide."

"Is that a command, Master?"

"I will be out by the mall sign, standing directly beneath it. Come find me as
soon as you've made your choice." He kissed her gently, slipped his arm free
of her and strolled towards the exit without a backwards glance.

Wendi held the pen lightly, almost gingerly. Her heart was still tripping
along at the realization of what she was holding. She thought for a moment
about her choices. The first time had been an accident, albeit one that she
and Mark had taken cruel advantage of, and shared responsibility for. Passion
was an untamed thing, and there were some few folks who claimed that what they
had done, though reprehensible, was pretty much what all that could be
expected of anyone in such a strange and impossible situation. This time,
though, there would be no question of fault. They could continue to flee, but
she knew how that would end. The other choice was more certain in some ways,
but had no clear outcome. Or should that be out-cum, she mulled.

She gripped the pen tightly, and a smirk crossed her lovely lips as she let
her heart decide. She turned and stepped into a Hanson Clark's shoe store,
strutting slowly to the back where a young salesman stood behind the checkout
desk. He looked up from his PC, his eyes widening a little as he took in the
sight of her: short denim pants, her sheer silk blouse, her hair set in a
thick ponytail.

"Hi," she chirped brightly. "I need directions to Burgundy Street."

"Ah, yes, that's not very far away, just turn left at the main entrance and."

"Could you draw a map for me?" She leaned forward, showing off her delightful
breasts. Already she was seeing him as a toy, a plaything, prey for her
hungers. The feeling was electric, hedonistic, free and almost unbearably
liberating.

"Oh my. I mean, sure, let me find something to write."

"No need, hun. Here, use my pen."

click-click

.End.