The Trap
by Scott Davis
A giant woman traps a man and makes love to him
Update: 15/10/1997 to giantess


     The sun was warm on my back as I slowly trodded forwards
through the thick brush.  I had expected this when I had set out
this morning into the Oxwood forest.  It was the main reason the
other trappers generally avoided this area.  It seemed as if the
game had gotten harder and harder to find in the familiar
territories with the slow but inevitable encroachment of
civilization.  Besides, I was bored and needed to explore. 
After spending the last week bumming around Haspenport,
listening to the countless, annoying boasts of the other
trappers about their great catches over the summer and nearly
drinking myself to oblivion, I had lost all faith, once again,
in mankind and myself.  I needed to get out...to find myself
again.

     It had been about an hour since the sun had risen over the
lofty summit of the Greyspire mountains that loomed menacingly
just east of the forest.  Although I was sweating like a pig, I
was glad that I had thought to bring along my heavy clothing and
gloves.  Otherwise I probably could not have gotten through the
last few miles of thorny brambles that constantly tore at me.

     As I finally reached the top of a small hill ridge, I could see
a stream just ahead through a clearing.  This would be a fine
place to set up some traps along the animals' watering paths. 
The trees were quite tall and thick in this forest, and it was
hard to see much more than that I was in a small valley
surrounded by the Greyspires.

     Lugging my sack of traps and supplies over my shoulder, I
quickly started down the backside of the hill.  The water in the
stream looked cold and tempting, and I was looking forwards to
stripping down and taking a dip after I had set up the traps.

     I wasn't paying enough attention, and I suddenly lost my
footing and rolled into a shallow depression in the soft ground
at the base of the hill.  It was roughly oval shaped, about
twenty feet long and ten feet wide.  The grass in the depression
had been flattened along with several saplings, and a nearby
tree was nearly snapped in half.  Its leaves were still green
and the tree didn't look rotted or burned from lightning.  A
small shiver ran down my spine as I thought about what matter of
beasts might roam this valley.  Apparently something huge had
bedded down here last night.  

     I closely inspected the grass, looking for hair, blood or any
other sort of clue as to the nature of the creature.  I picked
up a slight scent that was strangely familiar, but I couldn't
quite place it.

     I finally gave up on studying the depression and decided to get
back to matters at hand.  Large, solitary creatures,
particularly predators, didn't often bed down in the same place
twice, and more than likely it was nocturnal and was asleep
somewhere else right then.  In any case, I planned on building a
campfire that night, which even large wild predators tended to
avoid.  At least I had something to tell the others back at
Haspenport, not that they would ever believe me anyway.

     It didn't take me long to find some well-worn animal trails
that led to the winding stream, and I set up twelve traps at
what I thought were good locations.

     I rewarded myself with a nice, refreshing bath.  Every aching
muscle in my body felt soothed in the frigid mountain water.  I
could see some decent-sized fish in the water and decided to
waste the rest of the day with some relaxing fishing.

     In the distance I heard the slight rumbling of thunder,
although the sky was clear.  Probably storm clouds somewhere
hidden behind the mountains.  I hoped that they weren't coming
this way because my tent was still in bad shape from the last
storm I had to weather.  There was something kind of odd about
the thunder rumblings, though.  They were short in duration, and
occurred at sometimes regular, sometimes irregular intervals. 

     This was a strange valley, I thought to myself.

     Something caught my attention behind some trees just north of
my campsite.  It looked like a large piece of hand-cut wood
shining white in the mid-day sun.  It jutted up from the ground
to about tree-top level, perhaps the edge of some large
structure.

     I quickly waded ashore and put on my trousers and boots.  I
didn't bother with my shirt because the path along the stream
was fairly clear of brambles.  Sheathing my hunter's knife in my
belt, I went to investigate.

     As I skirted the edge of the treeline, I saw that the piece of
wood was indeed part of a larger structure.  It looked like a
huge cage of some sort, made out of various pieces of the same
type of wood tied together with thick, brown vine.  The floor
and ceiling were solid, but looked imperfectly shaped and fitted
with the sides.  The whole structure was roughly cubical, about
twenty feet to an edge. 

     As I got closer, I saw a deer inside the cage, quietly munching
on some fresh green grass in the center of the floor.  The
separation in the wood's grain was enormous.  I had never seen a
tree with that wide a grain.  The vines, too, looked peculiar. 
They were thicker than my arms, yet were tied firmly using
simple knots.  Whoever the natives were, they must have had
enormous strength or some superior means of building.  But if
that were true, why was the cage so imperfect?

     I could see the cage had a front door hinged with twine at the
roof.  At the bottom it had a large, metal locking hook.

     Two approximately twenty foot poles laid on the ground before
the door, with vines tied at one end, passing under the door,
and tied to the opposite wall.  It was a trap.

     I was curious as to why the locals would go to such an effort
to build a live-animal trap of this size.  Would they use the
deer for, say, a harvest ritual, or would they train it, or
what?  Maybe it wasn't constructed to catch deer, perhaps it was
designed to catch something larger.  I thought back to the
depression I had found earlier.

     In any case, I couldn't bear to think of that deer being
ritualistically sacrificed.  Even as a trapper, perhaps because
of it, I had always had a deep respect for animals and hated to
see them suffer.  All of the traps I used were laced with an
herbal poison that killed the animals quickly.

     With some effort, I was finally able to get the latch unhooked
and I propped up the heavy door with one of the poles, (after
spending a good while sawing through the tough vine attached to
it with my knife).  The doe was naturally timid and backed away
from me into one of the corners.

     Leery, but not seeing any other obvious option, I cautiously
walked into the cage, trying to herd the deer out the door.  As
I got within a few paces of it, the doe bolted out the door,
ramming the pole with her shoulder in her panic.

     I could see it coming.  The pole fell, the door dropped, and
the latch loudly clicked shut.  Meanwhile, the doe was out
prancing away into the forest.  I sat there a moment, basking in
my own utter stupidity.  It was bad enough that I, a trapper,
got caught in a trap.  But the fact that I had reset the damned
thing was what really got me.  

     Anyway, here I was, and experienced trapper.  It shouldn't have
taken long for me to get out.  There were spaces between the
wood bars near the top of the cage that I could have easily fit
through.

     I didn't have time to do anything, however, for suddenly the
ground shook violently with a loud rumbling sound that seemed to
come from all directions.  I struggled to maintain my footing
and instinctively reached for my knife.  I heard a loud
crackling noise, like trees splintering nearby.  

     Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.  I was aware
that it had grown quite dark, but I could see that light still
reached the edge of the clearing.  It was as if some great cloud
had cast its shadow over the cage.

     I lost my balance as the floor began to sway and the ground
fell away at a dizzying rate.  My knife bit into the floor as I
tried to keep from sliding around on it.  Out one side of the
cage, the view was filled by some vast, folded sheet of green
cloth.  As I took it all in, I suddenly realized that it was
clothing of some sort, a tunic perhaps.

     The ascent continued and, past the top of the clothing, came
the neck and head of my captor.  A girl!  Actually, a young
women, somewhere in her early twenties from what I could
estimate.  I had never seen a giant in my life and had always
assumed that they were simply a myth.  But there she was before
me, looking back at me curiously.

     She was undoubtedly the most beautiful maiden I had ever laid
eyes apon.  Her face filled my field of vision like some smooth,
perfectly formed landscape.  Her eyes, the size of dinner
plates, seemed to sparkle with energy and life as they gazed
through the cage at me.  Her great lips were parted slightly and
I could feel her sweet, warm breath through the spaces between
the wooden bars.  All I could do was lie there on the cage
floor, frozen in awe.

     Suddenly she lowered the cage slightly, tipping it on edge.  I
was barely able to maintain my grasp on my knife as it lost its
hasty byte in the floor wood, and I slid backwards towards the
door panel.  For a moment I felt like I was falling, then I
landed on a warm, soft surface.

     I opened my eyes to see that I was lying on my back in the palm
of her great hand.  She was kneeling and had set down the cage
on the ground next to her.  Her attention seemed fixated on me,
as if she had never seen a normal-sized man before and was
trying to figure out what I was.

     My gaze shifted down from her beautiful, massive face to her
graceful neck and shoulders that were draped with her long,
raven hair.  I could see the inside edges of her enormous
breasts along the hemline of her dress.

     As I looked back at her face again, she seemed to be smiling at
me, almost flirtaciously. Suddenly self-conscious about the
knife in my right hand, I quickly sheathed it.  I had a number
of feelings and ideas racing through my mind at that moment, but
I had no desire to hurt her, regardless of what she might have
decided to do with me.

     Her hand suddenly shifted, grasping me tightly as I gasped for
air.  She brought me to her left side and gently dropped me into
a pouch slightly larger than me that hung from a cord across her
waist that she must have been using as a belt.  The light was
cut off as she tied the draw string.  I immediately felt a
gentle pressure and warmth as she must have laid her great hand
against the pouch, pressing me into her hip.

     I felt a sudden movement as she must have stood up and started
walking.  The pouch slowly swayed back and forth, and I tried to
imagine the length of her enormous stride.  With some effort, I
managed to cut a two foot long slit in the pouch's thick fabric.
 Ripping it open a little further, I shoved my head through. 
Her great hand blotted out the sky as it swung back and forth at
her side.  Even her little finger dwarfed me in size, but her
hand still maintained a beautiful, delicate form.  Stretching
out a great distance below me, her massive, well-tanned legs
strode across the woodland landscape.  Great swaths of trees and
underbrush were crushed beneath her enormous bare feet with each
step, and I suddenly realized the cause of the depression that I
had discovered earlier.

     Within a matter of minutes we were at the foot of the mountain
range.  She lithly climbed up the steep slope as though she had
done it hundreds of times before.  Pulling herself up onto a
ledge, she swung her legs over the side, narrowly avoiding
crushing the pouch that I was in between her hip and the rock
surface.  

     A great cave opening, hundreds of feet tall, loomed before us. 
The edges of it appeared to be hand carved in huge, yet
intricate designs.  My captor calmly walked through it into a
dark, cavernous passageway.  Her hand covered my view as she
gently pressed me against her warm body, rubbing me back and
forth with her enormous fingers.

     Suddenly she was out in the sunlight again.  From what I could
see around her hand, we were in a valley, much larger than the
one that we were in previously.  The trees were titanic is size,
being of the same scale as my captor, and the forest stretched
out to the other side of the mountain range, almost to the
horizon.  Near the center of the valley was a great castle, also
of the same scale as my captor.  Its architecture was more
beatiful and colorful than any human fortress I had ever seen,
and in the distance I could see dozens of giant people and
animals going about their daily business around the (relatively)
small village at its base.

     I began to realize that here, in this giant land, it was I who
was the oddity.  I was an insignificant insect with a human
form, unusual and fragile.  I wondered what my giantess captor
had in store for me.  Perhaps I would become her pet, or maybe
killed and preserved in a jar as a part of a collection of
creatures.  Perhaps I would become an entree for dinner, a
delicacy from the other land.  I tried to clear my mind of this
thought.  So far she had treated me gently as captors go, and
whatever would happen would happen.

     She quickly decended a shallow slope into valley, taking a
small, well-worn trail through the forest.  The trees stretched
up as far as I could see into the sky, and the air was full of
the calls of various birds and insects.  I realized that my
chances of surviving a trip through this forest alone, if I
could make an escape, were slim at best.

     As we neared the edge of the woods, she stopped.  Kneeling
down, she put on a pair of short, almost slipper-like shoes that
she must have been carrying in her left hand.  She continued on
into the village, taking the main road towards the castle.

     Various villagers, dressed much more plainly than my captor,
stopped what they were doing and gave her a courteous bow as she
walked by.  Apparantly she was royalty of some sort.  Passing
through the castle gates, she was greeted with similiar respect
from the guards.  

     She went through a set of large double doors and entered a
lavishly decorated foyer.  A large, older woman, probably a maid
some sort, I guessed from her attire, confronted my captor as
she started up a stairway.

     "Princess Sara!", she exclaimed with a booming voice, "Where
were you this morning.  Lord Barrinton left without you even
saying goodbye to him.  How on earth do you plan on getting
married at this rate.  You're completely ignoring your best
prospects!"  

     I was aghast!  The first I had heard any of these giants speak,
and she spoke in common.  It was strangely accented, but
definately common.

     "I didn't like him," my giantess captor responded cynically,
"He was too big and loud..and he smelled bad, too."  Her great
voice was as beautiful as I could imagine.

     "Well, there's more to a man than looks, you know, Princess. 
You had better start thinking practical, or your sisters will
all be married off and you'll still be here, an old maid!"

     "Yeah, whatever," Sara said as she trotted up the stairs.  I
was thrown around in the pouch by the jerky movement, and by the
time I was able to stand and look out the slit again, we were in
her bedroom.

     I fell back again as she took the pouch in her warm hand and
untied the drawstring.  Laying the pouch on her enormous bed,
she  pulled it up from its base, allowing me to tumble out onto
the soft quilt.  Disoriented, I looked up at her.  She lied on
the bed, her enormous but shapely body stretched out in a great
semicircle around me.

     "Hello there, little man," she said softly, her eyes sparkling
with playful curiosity, "I've never seen you before in the tiny
valley.  Look, you even have tiny, little clothes," she said
with a giggle, rubbing my side with her right index finger.

     "Hello!" I yelled to her at the top of my lungs, not knowing if
she could hear my tiny voice.

     "Well, you don't have to shout," she responded with a smile,
"Wow, you can speak.  My sister had a bird once that could
speak.  It could repeat anything she said to it.  Can you say
Sara?"  She repeated her name again several times,
overenunciating the syllables with her lips.

     "Why did you capture me?" I asked her as I rose on one knee.  

     Her eyes grew larger as she stared at me in incredulity.  "You
can talk!  I mean, you're intelligent and everything!" she
exclaimed, drawing her enormous body back a little.

     "My name is Jack..Jack O'Brion," I said nervously awaiting her
reaction.

     She stared at me wide-eyed for a few tense seconds.  "My name
is Sara Miathen.  Look, I'm sorry.  I..I thought you were just
one of the tiny creatures.  I wasn't trying to hurt you," she
said nervously.

     "It's all right, Sara" I said, trying to smile as calmly as I
could up at her huge, beautiful face.  

     She returned the smile.  "I'll return you to the spot where I
found you and all, but..would you like to stay and, well, talk
for a while?" Sara asked with a lonely, desperate look apon her
face.

     This whole incident was about the most fantastic thing that had
ever happened to me, and now that I was no longer in fear of my
life, I didn't want it to end.  Dispite her titanic size, she
was still the most beautiful, and the most sincere woman I had
ever met.  It was a wonderful feeling to be next to her.

     "I could stay a while," I said, trying to maintain my air of
manliness in spite of the fact that I was smaller than her
little finger.

     We spend several hours talking together.  I realized just how
lonely she was.  She really had no friends or romance in her
life, and the men of royalty occasionally pushed at her were
nothing more than shallow egomaniacs whom she could never love. 
I found that we had much in common as well.  The love of nature
and the wilderness, the need to rebel against our societies, and
the desire to get away from everything into a world of our own.

     It was over all too soon.  The sky was getting dark outside her
bedroom window, and she decided that it was time to return me to
the tiny valley.  Holding me in her huge hand, she made me
promise to tell her if she was hurting me.

     She snuck out of the castle squeezing me gently in her warm
palm.  Through the forest trail she held me up to her face and
we talked some more in the cool twilight air.  

     The trip seemed shorter this time, and before long we were back
in the tiny valley.  Squatting down, she set me by the creek. 
She caressed my side with her index finger.

     "I'll miss you," she whispered as she stared mournfully down at
me.  In the moonlight I could see her eyes were wet with tears. 
She slowly rose and turned back to the mountainside.  I could
feel her rumbling footfalls as she headed back home.  I wanted
to say something to stop her, but my mind was blank and I just
stood there as her great form, almost ghostly in the moonlight,
started climbing the cliff back up to the passageway.

      I must have stood there at least an hour, staring at the cliff
face.  My mind was racing with blurred, conflicting emotions and
reasoning.  How could I, a normal, everyday man, have feelings
like this about a woman who's body filled my field of vision? 
Could she have feelings for me, a mere insect to her?  All I
could think of was her lovely face, her deep, sparkling eyes,
her sensuously formed lips, her long, raven hair, her sweet,
warm laugh, and her smile..a smile that seemed to free my heart
as nothing else ever had.  I was in love with her, and I had to
see her again.  

     I made it to the mountainside rather quickly, having trotted
most of the way.  My upper body was covered with minor scrapes
from the brambles, and my leggings were torn slightly.  Finding
a large crack on the rock cliff face, I gripped it with my raw,
bleeding hands and started climbing my way up the mountain,
going more by shear determination than by physical strength.

     After hours of ardious climbing, having nearly plummeted to my
death several times from bad footholds in the crevace, I weakly
pulled myself over the top edge of the cliff.  The rock roughly
sloped up to the enormous passageway.

     It was dark, and seemed to stretch for miles.  I was completely
exhausted as I stumbled out into the moonlight once again.  The
great valley stretched out from below me to the horizon.  From
this distance the trees looked no larger than those of my own
land, and the castle glittered with candlelights from numorous
windows.  I sat down to rest against a large boulder, trying to
catch my breath.

     I heard a faint voice singing in the night air.  It seemed to
come from further along mountainside.  As I drew nearer, I
recognized it to be Sara's lovely voice.  It was broken up, as
if she were crying at the same time.  

     Despite my exhaustion, I quickened my pace along the rough
terain.  The path seemed to widen, and was soon filled with
strange rock formations that loomed upwards to the starry sky. 
Large, mist-covered springs dotted the plateau, surrounded by
huge plants.

     As I walked past the edge of a rock formation, I saw her.  She
was immersed in one of the pools, covered with soap suds.  Her
green tunic was draped across a boulder next to her shoes. 
Tears were running down her face as she tried to sing a verse
from some lovely song that I had never heard before.  She
couldn't quite seem to make a note and let her head fall limp to
her shoulder, quietly sobbing.

     "Sara, don't cry," I said, trying to sound as comforting as I
could.  She let out a gasp and, turning towards me, she rushed
through the water to the edge that I was standing near.  A wave
of soapy water from her sudden movement rushed across my legs,
nearly knocking me down.

     "Jack!" she cried, beaming at me through her tears, "What are
you doing here?  I thought you'd be gone by now.  How did you
get up the mountain?"

     "I couldn't get you out of my head, Sara," I said,
self-conscious that this was the first time in my life that I
had ever bared my feelings to a woman, "I..I think I'm in love
with you."  

     She gazed down apon me with an expression of wonderous surprise
on her face, as if some great, impossible hope of hers had
suddenly come true.

     "You're in love with me?" she repeated slowly, pointing to
herself with a soapy forefinger.  A smile flashed across her
lips as she suddenly flung her head back in delight and slid
under the suds of the vast spring.  The swell of hot water swept
me off my feet until a large rock formation stopped me with a
painful thud.

     She was up on one elbow with a bare arm stretched out to me.  I
could see the water streaming off her long, raven hair.

     "Oh, I'm sorry," she said with a suprised look on her face.  "I
guess I'm going to have to be a little more careful around you. 
I guess I don't know my own strength."

     "Yeah, I guess you don't," I said.  Despite the sharp pain in
my back, I couldn't help but break out laughing at the absurdity
of the situation.  She joined me.

     When the laughter died down, I found myself staring at her
lovely form in the spring.  She was staring back at me, her
brown eyes shimmering with reflected moonlight from the pool.

     "I think I'm in love with you too, Jack," she finally said in a
trembling voice.  "I just wish that I could be a part of your
life.  You know, travel with you.  I don't want you to have to
be stuck here with me in this empty life.  Your an adventurer"

     "I've never had a reason to stay in one spot before," I
explained, staring deep into her eyes.  "All my life I've been
alone."  I wanted to say more, but the words escaped me.  All I
could do was stand and stare blankly at her.

     With a quick smile, she dropped her gaze and examined me.  "You
look in pretty bad shape there, soldier.  Looks like you could
use a good bath."  She glanced at me flirtatiously.  "Would you
like to join me?"

     "You don't have to ask me twice," I said, laughing.  I hastily
unbuttoned my tunic.

     She sat back and smiled as she watched me undress.  "You know,
I could use a little bar of soap right about now."  She leaned
forwards a little.  "We could clean each other off."

     I was in awe of her beauty and the fact that she was so
interested in me.  I slipped off my trousers, self-consciously
aware that she was watching me.  I was fully erect, of course,
and I could see fascinated expression on her lovely face.

     "Come on in, the water's fine."

     I walked over to the edge and dove in.  The hot, soapy water
felt good against my raw skin and aching muscles.  When I broke
the surface, I had to turn a bit to see where she was.  Her head
was not more than twenty feet from me, and her sensuous neck and
shoulders dissappeared into the sudsy water.  Her body must have
been directly beneath me.

     I could feel something coming up from under me as her hand
slowly lifted me out of the water and up to her moon-like face. 
She smiled and pressed my body against her lips, softly kissing
me.  I could hear her sigh as her warm, fragrant breath blew
around me.  Her huge tongue came out from between her lips, and
she licked my body up and down, turning me gently in her hand.

     "Do you mind?" she asked quietly.

      I shook my head no, not really understanding what she meant. 
Shifting me in hand slightly, she opened her mouth and placed me
on her tongue.  Darkness surrounded me as she slowly closed her
lips.  Her tongue rolled me around in her hot saliva, pressing
me against the roof of her mouth and the sides.  I could hear
her moan gently and I felt completely helpless and aroused at
the same time.

     Alter what seemed like forever, I could feel the cool night
time air rushing in to her mouth and two of her huge fingers
grasped me and pulled my body out.

     I was in the palm of her hand again, staring up at her smiling
face.  "Mmmm, you feel so good in my mouth, Jack, but I'd better
clean you off again," she said, lowering her hand into the
water.  She let me go and I treaded water as she stared down at
me.

     "Don't worry, Jack, I won't let you drown," she said, giggling.
 She rose up slightly, and I felt the soft skin of her enormous
breast beneath me, lifting my body out of the water.  One of her
huge hands pressed against my back, as she slowly rubbed me in a
great circle around her breast.  I could feel her chest heave
beneath me as she started breathing heavily, rubbing me across
her other breast, too.

     Still breathing hard, she smiled down at me as she placed me in
between her breasts.  Pressing her arms together, she engulfed
me in her flesh.  I couldn't breathe, but the sensation was
incredible.  She let me loose before I could suffocate, and I
slid down to her perfectly shaped belly.  

     I could really feel her breathing as she covered me again with
one of her huge hands.  She rubbed me slowly against her
stomach, moaning in ecstacy.  She was completly out of the water
now, lying on her back next to the spring.

     She slid me down further.  I could see her shapely, gigantic
thighs towering up on either side of me and her body heat
increase as she rubbed me against her crotch.  Her hair was
still wet with the hot spring water as she slowly carassed me
against her labia.

      "Oh, Jack.  I want you so bad," I heard her moan to herself as
she spread her self apart with one hand and pressed my body head
first inside her.  The sides were moist and I couldn't get a
hand hold as she slid me in.  I could feel the hot pressure all
aorund me and I could barely breathe as her body fluids engulfed
me.  As I frantically tried to grab ahold of anything to stop my
descent, I could feel the pressure increase and her moanings
vibrate through her body.

     Just when I though that I couldn't take it any longer, a wave
of hot fluid surrounded me, and I felt her muscles relax.  Two
fingers grabbed ahold of my legs and gently pulled me back out
into the cool night air.

     She lifted me over to the water and rinsed me off, rubbing me
clean with both of her hands.  "You were great, Jack," she said
with a sigh, still breathing hard.

     "You were pretty great, too," I returned, certain that it was
the understatement of my life.

     She eased herself back into the spring, placing me between her
breasts, and laying both her hands apon me.  I felt her
breathing slow as she tilted her head back and looked up at the
stars.  The reflected moonlight glittered across her beautiful
neck.  It was the greatest night of my life and I didn't want it
to ever end.





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