Vampire case, part 1
by Meadows
Blood case
Update: 17/10/1997 to giantess
The days that followed the massacre at Mercy hospital
were beyond compare. People from around the country were
beginning to take notice. They heard what sounded like tabloid
headlines on prime time news about a city that appeared to be at
the mercy of blood thirsty giantesses after they struck twice in
as many days. On Wednesday afternoon, the giantesses appeared
out of thin air at a crowded mall in the northwestern suburbs of
town and wreaked havoc, kicking and stepping on unsuspecting
shoppers. To the 30 foot tall giantesses, it was just a big
game. It was quite obvious, as they tossed people back and forth
through the air playing catch, that they were thoroughly enjoying
themselves and didn't care that people were getting hurt or dying
in the process. Before the police could arrive, 15 people were
torn apart and eaten alive. Had the giantesses not been so
consumed with their playful antics, more would have perished.
According to officers questioned by the media immediately
following the horrific event, they were apparently scared away by
gunfire, but it didn't seem to phase them or inflict much damage
upon them.
Then, on Thursday night they appeared again at Village
Square, a collection of shops and restaurants in an upper-class
community south of the city's downtown area. Much less playful
than the previous afternoon, the giantesses stormed the area with
one apparent goal: to obtain food. Thirty people were
slaughtered in less than ten minutes as they ripped massive holes
in the roofs of restaurants and snatched up the surprised and
terrified patrons within. The unfortunate victims were eaten
alive in a violent blood-fest, followed by a battle with police
that lasted another 10 minutes and cost the lives of seven
officers. Their uncanny ability to suddenly appear and disappear
has the police completely baffled, and though people continue to
go about their daily routines, one question weighs heavily on
everybody's mind: Where will they strike next?
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Friday Night
Doug was released from the hospital earlier that
afternoon. And even though his orders on paper said "Light Duty"
which really meant a desk job, their commanding officer
Lieutenant Holliway pointed to the door without saying a word.
This was perfectly fine as far as he and Scott were concerned.
Doug, even though he was on medication that made him a little
drowsy at times, was anxious to get back out on the street after
being cooped up in the hospital for almost two days. This was
the first time the two had been separated since they were
partners in the five years they had been working together, so
Scott was grateful to have him back. Scott figured that Doug's
farm boy outlook on things, along with his attention to detail
and desire to do things by the book, somehow balanced their
relationship by filling the gaps in his character. Gaps that had
developed slowly over time. Scott's skills as an undercover
officer were honed by 15 years of experience that caused him to
see things cynically; he tended to regard people with
indifference. Basically, Doug kept him out of trouble with
Holliway and more importantly, those nice guys over in Internal
Affairs.
"How's that fracture holding up, partner? You gonna be
worth a shit if we see some action tonight?" he asked Doug who
was reclined in the passenger seat of the car trying to catch a
little shuteye.
Groggily stirring to life, running his hand across the
large ace bandage they put on his right leg, Doug replied, "It's
okay...instead of the sharp pains I'd get when I walk on it, now
it's just a constant _drone_ of dull pain. I don't foresee any
problems, I just can't run very fast. Don't affect this finger
none." He gestured with his finger as if he were pulling the
trigger on his pistol.
"Yeah...Ain't pain killers great?" He sounded almost
jealous. "Say, how's about slipping me a few of them little
jewels?"
"Geez Scott, they're prescription drugs for Chrissake!"
"Oh come on! Don't be such a panty waist!"
"No!"
"Pussy." Scott couldn't resist laughing, sensing that his
taunts were having the desired effect.
"Piss off, you freak." Doug tilted his head to one side
again hoping to get back to sleep.
"Ooooo! Such harsh _language_ Iowa!" Chicka-Chicka-
Chicka-CHICKA! Scott grabbed the pocket of Doug's jacket and
rattled the bottle of pills within. "Come on! Gimme Gimme
Gimme!" He laughed even more.
"Hey!" Doug grabbed Scott's wrist and started laughing
with his partner. "Goddammit!"
The radio crackled, then, "Attention all units.
Attention all units." Scott instinctively fired up the engine
and floored the gas pedal. The tires screeched as the car
practically leaped off the curb by which it was parked and was
sent hurtling down the street. "Blood Case. Repeat. Blood
Case. Four-Ninety-Six, West Fifty Seventh Street. Repeat. Four-
Ninety-Six, West Fifty Seventh Street."
"Fuck! Am I ever gonna get one right?" Scott slammed
the brakes and cut the wheel hard to the left, spinning the car
180 degrees around, then floored it once more.
"It's a fifty-fifty chance." Doug grabbed the light and
put it on the roof.
"Yeah! But you'd think I'd get at least one right!
Jeez!" They sped on toward the interstate, dodging cars as they
flew through intersections all the way.
"Fourth Avenue and fifty-seventh. What is that?" Doug
asked.
"Dog Track, man, the fucking Dog Track."
"Jesus H. Christ!" Doug's jaw nearly reached the floor.
"This one's gonna be a mess. Friday night at the races?"
"You know what?"
"What?" He replied hesitantly, having an idea he knew
what was coming.
"THIS town's goin' to the DOGS! Ha Ha HA! WEW!"
Laugher roared from Scott's mouth as he negotiated the maze of
traffic. Doug just looked on, shaking his head at his partner's
sick joke, but he couldn't hide the grin slowly creeping up on
his face.
"Yer sick Scott."
"Yeah. But you wouldn't have it A N Y other way!"
Their car blasted up the on-ramp to the interstate, shooting past
cars that had pulled over. Other squad cars could be seen ahead
of them further up the interstate, their lights flashing, as
civilian cars made their way off the road. This was one massive
effort between police and the local media. "Blood Case" was the
code-word used to inform the entire police force of a giantess
vampire attack, and where it was occurring. The officers didn't
have to respond to the call; they just had to drop what they were
doing and get there. Simultaneously, television and radio-
stations used the Emergency Broadcast System to inform citizens
to stay inside and for drivers to get off the road so that
officers could get to the scene as quickly and as safely as
possible. The city devised this plan after Wednesday's attack at
the mall. Civilians cooperated wonderfully, but this idea wasn't
very effective, as Scott, Doug, and the rest of the force were
finding out.
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The parking lot at the Dog Track was a carnival of lights
from the flood of squad cars. As Scott and Doug got out of the
car, reaching into the back seat for their shot guns, they could
hear the muffled cracks and bangs of gunfire coming from the
track-side of the tall structure. They joined other officers at
the main entrance to the building.
"What's the situation, Captain?" Scott yelled over the
sound of gunfire emanating from the inside of the building as
people were being evacuated as orderly as possible. Captain John
Sykes, wearing his standard issue dark blue S.W.A.T. uniform, was
deploying officers as they arrived on the scene. He and his team
were first on the scene as they were transported in by
helicopters now on standby alert twenty-four hours a day.
"It's a fucking War-Zone in there!" He placed his right
hand over his ear piece and looking down, concentrated on what he
was hearing. "Copy that." Looking up at the 10 or so newly
arrived officers standing in front of him, including Scott and
Doug, he started issuing orders, "Okay men! Listen UP!" He
gestured straight behind himself pointing into the main lobby of
the building and started barking out the plan like a Marine Drill
Sergeant. "That's North! Track-side!" Then, gesturing to his
right, "That's West! We need you on the West end of the
building. We're trying to pin them to the West-wall of the
building. Be Careful! The glass windows are four stories high.
Don't get near the building or you'll get cut by falling glass!
Do NOT ENTER the building from the West side or you'll be hit by
gunfire from men deployed on the East side. Form a firing line
and keep the subjects inside the building. Go! GO! GO!"
Everyone started running west as he put his hand to the ear piece
again, listening for more updates on the progress as another wave
of officers arrived.
"We're gonna GET them this time Scott!" Doug yelled as
he hobbled alongside his partner as quickly as his leg would
allow. "This is the most men we've had on the scene yet. There
must be forty or fifty of us!"
"Let's hope so Doug. Let's hope so." Doug was trying
his best to keep up, and realizing this, Scott slowed his pace.
"Don't run so fast man. Slow down or that leg's gonna get
worse."
"I'm fine, really!" Doug was panting very hard given the
short distance they had run; he slowed his pace.
"That's them pain killers I hear talkin'. I'm tellin'
ya, yer gonna fuck up that leg. Then I'll be without a partner
for more than a couple of days."
"Is that your way of saying you missed me? I'm touched."
Reaching the west side of the building, the sound of gun fire
grew louder. Mixed in was the sound of falling glass from the
walls that wrapped around the North end of the building as bits
and pieces fell to the ground, and occasional yells and screams.
It wasn't possible to tell whether or not the voices were
civilians or police. The building was of the typical dog track
design, the North wall was glass from top to bottom, but the
East and West walls were only half-glass which rose up the sides
of the building diagonally. From inside, you could see the whole
dog-track from no matter where you sat, in air-conditioned
comfort.
"It's CLEAR!" The officer who reached the southwest
corner first, yelled back. All officers continued running, but
now in a northwestern direction, away from the building to a
distance where they could turn and open fire towards the east.
They headed for the only obvious structure that could provide
decent cover; it was some sort of pump housing made of concrete,
not quite 4 feet high. It was about 15 feet long, and maybe 10
feet wide. The top of it had two separate metal grated doors to
provide access to the pumps within. The officers all huddled
behind the short structure's west wall and started taking aim
with various rifles and shotguns, getting their first glimpses of
the giantesses through the building's windows, roughly 50 feet
away.
Their position barely secured, one of the titanic women
stepped effortlessly through the tall glass windows at the
northwest corner of the building. The wrenching sounds of its
twisting metal framework gave way to the crash of raining glass
as the first giantess stepped out into the open. For a few
seconds, the officers were momentarily dumb struck at the sight
of the 40 foot colossus of woman standing what now seemed a
fraction of the distance away. "COME ON TRISH! THIS WAY!" the
auburn haired giantess boomed. She stood there, towering beside
the building in a pair of green denim shorts, and a white midriff
top that clung tightly to her bosoms. This giantess, Stephanie,
was less endowed than typical women, but at her current size only
her buxom friend Patricia could compare. Her silky white legs,
more than twenty feet long provided a visually pleasing path to
her shapely green denim covered ass; the lower cheeks of which
peeked out enticingly as she backed out of the building.
Turning around, facing the officers now, two issues were
immediately apparent. One: her front-half was not nearly as
attractive as her back-half. It was riddled with gunshot wounds
from head to toe. But more importantly, by the giddy, carefree
expression on her face, it was obvious that she wasn't fazed a
them by it. Two: both hands were full of people she had snatched
up from within the building. A couple of them were male
officers, two were civilian women, but all of them were screaming
and pleading for their lives; she had three in each hand. "Aim
low!" one of the officers yelled as the onslaught of gunfire from
the west side of the building began. Boom! Crack! Pow! The
variety of guns roared in unison.
"WEW!" Stephanie yelled as she stepped aside, making room
for her friend to come out. Lifting each leg up, one at a time,
she pranced around as if she were under attack by a swarm of
mosquitoes. "WE GOT PIGS OUT HERE TOO TRISH! WEW! HEY! HA HA!
WOO!" She laughed at the irritating, yet meager effects gunfire
had on her, and proceeded to lift the handful of people in her
left hand above her head as she tipped it back, mouth wide open.
The people screamed as she squeezed them, crushing them to death
with her bear hand. Blood and guts squished out from between a
thatch of giant sized fingers and tiny arms, legs, and heads.
The red, gooey liquid spilled down into her mouth and around her
cheeks; Stephanie let the life-sustaining substance linger on her
tongue as she stuck it out to catch all that she could.
"Jesus!", BOOM! Doug released a round from the shotgun
and pumped two more shells into the chamber. "That's sick!"
BOOM! BOOM!
Stephanie licked her lips, ignoring the gunfire, basking
in the euphoria her dinner offered. The handful of people held
frozen above her bloody face, she stirred to life as her friend
Patricia's giant form was coming into view through the opened
glass wall. She gazed down upon the minuscule force of officers
below her with a wild, spiteful smile.
"Shit! Here she comes!" a young officer yelled
withdrawing his weapon, starting to back away.
Scott grabbed his collar and held him, "You HOLD your
position SON!" he yelled, temporarily taking his eyes off of the
giantess.
"Oh SHIT!" the boy screamed, falling back on his ass, as
the whole line of men was pelted with the remains of the people
Stephanie threw down at them. Scott looked back just in time to
get knocked in the face by some dead person's arm and hear her
sinister chuckle thunder from above. It startled him more than
anything, but the jarring effect caused him to lose balance and
he too fell back flat on his ass, dropping his gun.
"Scott, You okay!?" Doug called to him, separated by the
kid and a couple other officers in the firing line.
"Ugh! Get it off me-EEE" the young officer screamed,
totally freaked out by the guts and parts of bodies that landed
on him. "AHHHH! Lieutenant Goldman! It's Lieutenant Goldman!"
He screamed as he pushed the head of the deceased officer out
from between his legs.
"Yeah. I guess so." Scott replied in a daze rubbing his
hand across his forehead, reaching for his shotgun.
"This ain't happening man!" The young officer cried out,
pumping his shotgun, then standing up. "Hey! You bitch!" He
yelled up at the auburn haired goddess who stared directly down
at him with her evil smile. "I ain't afraid of You!" He
stammered across the roof before any of the other officers could
grab him, heading straight for her. He had a mad, determined
look in his eye as he gazed upward.
"UH OH! I NEED SOME HELP TRISH! I REALLY PISSED THEM
OFF!" Stephanie remarked laughingly, watching the tiny man
marching straight for her. She shook her knees in a mock
expression of fear. The other officers tried to call him back.
"Hey kid! Get back here!" Doug called.
"Steve! Don't do it! Come back!" Another officer
cried.
"Eat lead BITCH!" the young officer commanded, coming to
a stop below her with his rifle pointed right up at her crotch
more than 15 feet above him. BOOM! The shotgun went off as
Stephanie deftly kicked it out of his hands, sending him to the
pavement.
"YOU LITTLE FUCKING WORM!" she shouted down at him.
Placing her free hand on her knee, she bent over, looking down at
him as he rolled over onto his back. The monstrous woman towered
over him, staring vengefully at his tiny form from high above as
he scrambled to free his pistol from it's holster. "PREPARE TO
DIE, YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SHIT!" Straightening back up, she
lifted her right foot over his tiny body. The view of her angry
face was instantaneously, completely blocked by the blood strewn
sole of her giant sandal.
"No! AHHHHGGGGGHHH!" he screamed as her foot descended
upon him. THOOOMM! His scream was cut off just like yanking
the plug of a blaring radio out of a wall socket. Blood and
guts spewed out from under her foot in all directions, the force
of impact causing massive, jagged cracks in the pavement. She
smiled contentedly as she lifted her foot, revealing the mangled,
bloody mass of human remains.
"SQUISH!" she thundered as she admired her work. "WHAT A
RUSH!" She then lifted her right hand above her head, proceeding
to squeeze the next handful of people to death as Patricia made
her debut from the building. Backing out, she had several rows
of seats that she had torn up from inside. She was tossing them
back into the building, presumably onto the officers working
their way west from the east side. The BOOMS and CRACKS of
gunfire ensued from within. Patricia was clad in a pair of black
spandex shorts, the kind that go down to about mid-thigh, and an
electric-blue spandex halter top. As with Stephanie, her
backside was accentuated by her enormous round, shapely ass, but
her front side had fared not nearly as well. She too was riddled
with bullet wounds; many, many little dots of red and black
covering her from head to toe, but she was a goddess of beauty
nonetheless. Perhaps the Goddess of War would be a more suitable
title in her current state. The black Harley-Davidson boots,
coming up to just below her calves, accentuating firm, well
rounded muscles made that a more realistic conclusion.
Slowly spinning to face Stephanie, who was beginning to
squeeze the blood and life out of the remaining handful of tiny
screaming victims, her boots made gravely, scraping sounds as she
turned. Then, CLOOOM, CLOOOM, CLOOOM, CLOOOM, her boots shook
the ground as she strode in front of Stephanie, a lustful
expression on her face. She slid her right hand between
Stephanie's legs, running her fingers up and around her silky
thighs and across her womanhood. "MMMMmmmm" Stephanie groaned
with pleasure, enjoying Patricia's tender touch. With her eyes
closed, she wrenched the last mouthful of blood from the tiny
victims.
"Cease Fire!" Captain Sykes voice was heard over hand
held radios. "Standby." Gunfire crept to a halt as officers
inside the building began repositioning themselves now that both
giantesses were outside. The officers outside used this time to
reload, and everyone watched the giantesses in awe of their size
and stamina, wondering what they would do next.
"GONNA SAVE ME SOME HONEY?" Patricia asked softly.
Stephanie opened her eyes, and while tilting her head forward to
meet Patricia's lips, placed a hand around her neck, under her
long, dark brunette hair. Their lips met, blood was transferred
from Stephanie's mouth to Patricia's while they kissed
passionately; lips sliding to and fro, their tongues reaching
into one another's mouth communicating volumes of passion and
hot, lust filled desires. As Patricia placed her left arm around
Stephanie, pulling her closer, the world around disappeared,
replaced by a liquid universe of flowing passion; an endless sea
of blood red ecstasy. Entwined together, they slowly drifted
about, its currents carried them further and further towards the
very deepest depths of rapture. Their two hearts beat
separately, an almost undetectable sound amidst the roaring winds
of lust filled breath, and came together in unison drowning out
every sound but one.
"Fire!" An officer yelled, triggering an onslaught of
gunfire. Guns aimed both east and west let loose a barrage of
lead that pelted the giantesses with newfound zeal. The re-
concentrated effort was at last having painful effects on their
massive undead bodies. Pulling her down hard from her lustful
high, Patricia felt deep stinging pain in her lower back.
"RRAAGHHH!!" She roared as she snapped back into the
reality of the situation. Her eyes opened wide, then with an
angered brow, she stepped back away from her beloved Stephanie.
She now knew the limitations of their bodies; they could only
take so much abuse and desperately needed time to heal. "I'VE
HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!" CLOOOM, CLOOOM, two quick, giant steps
brought her back to the building; she reached up and placed both
hands on the metal girders at its roof and pressed, putting her
titanic weight into the act. "ARRRGH!" Her face twisted from the
exertion of force, the west-half of the roof began to buckle up,
and as she let go came crashing down on no less than 20 officers
unfortunate enough to have been on that end of the building
inside. Screams could be heard, but were then lost as the roof
fell down with a horrific thunder of metal, concrete, and dust.
All gunfire from within the building came to a stop. Then taking
a step back, she turned to face Stephanie who was still standing
with her eyes closed, arms hanging limp, a bloody pile of human
remains at her feet. From the smile on her face, it was obvious
she was still lost in an impassioned trance. "HONEY," Patricia
grabbed her arm, "WE GOTTA GET GOING."
"MMHHMMM..." Stephanie replied dreamily. Her eyes
didn't open, but her smile got bigger.
"LOOK AT ME HON! YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT ME!" Patricia
yelled at her love, whose eyes flew wide open instantaneously as
she regained full consciousness. Seconds later, they were gone.
No sound, not a trace of their existence to be seen, save the
blood, gore, and destruction they left behind in a most unholy
wake. One second they simply towered before all, consuming
everyone's field of view and undivided attention. The next
second, the sound of the roof settling on the bleachers housed
below, the ching of an shell ejected from the chamber of a gun as
it hit the ground, a few cries for help from officers trapped in
the twisted mass of metal, concrete, and glass. Reality dropped
in like a bomb and suddenly the World wasn't only the side of a
building; a stiff breeze from the north indicated that it was
much larger. The ruins of a large building, mixed with blood,
bodily remains, and spent shells from a massive amount of gunfire
proved how vulnerable it was.
"This is fucking useless." Doug murmured aloud as his
heart pumped, half out of exertion, half out of fear. He kneeled
down, plopping onto his butt, using his shotgun for support as he
sat down. Then, freeing his hand from the fore-end, it dropped
to the ground as if the flag staff of a surrendering army was cut
down in symbolism of their defeat. He stared hopelessly at the
ground before him.
"Hey! Careful with that gun!" Scott looked down at his
partner, then looking back up at the broken wall before him,
staring through where the giantesses stood just moments before,
"We hurt them this time. We got to them."
"Yeah. Whoop-de-fucking-doo!" Doug chimed shakily.
Ambulances staged several blocks away started making their way
into the parking lot to rush injured survivors to hospitals.
Sirens, red flashing lights, and the sound of paramedic's running
footsteps marked the last phase of another failed attempt to stop
the giantesses.
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Saturday Morning
"Twenty officers DEAD, Ten critically wounded, 50
citizens either dead or wounded at the track, and they're STILL
AT LARGE!" Mayor Tom Harding yelled, pounding a stack of papers
three times to make his point at the end of the statement, then
standing from behind his chair at the end of the long meeting
table, slung them across its surface to the far end. A trail of
employee records and photographs of officers killed in action lay
strewn across the table reminding everyone seated around it once
again of the need for results. Mayor Harding, normally a very
gentle, reserved man, had run out of patience. The incident at
the dog track was the bloodiest by far. He was a mastermind at
city reform and improvement, but having to deal with forty-foot
vampire giantesses was way out of his league. Several members
seated around the table shook their heads as they stared at the
pictures and remembered their slain comrades. "So what have we
got here? I want some new ideas NOW!"
"We can't assemble a good offensive because we have NO
idea where they will strike next." Captain John Sykes started.
"When we KNOW their position, it takes time for enough officers
to get there."
"I think they're getting braver." Someone pointed out.
"But they know their limitations now." Scott added from
where he was standing by the wall facing Captain Sykes on the
other side of the table. Sykes looked him in the eye, pondering
his statement.
"What about patterns in their choice of places to
strike?" A young man commented.
"What do you mean Jimmy?" Harding inquired, his voice
temporarily calmed by the possibility of making some progress.
"Well, let's take a look at the places they've hit so
far." Jimmy Reves, an engineer for the Water Department
continued, "So far they've hit Three Pines Mall, Village Square,
and Delaney Raceway."
"What about Mercy Hospital?" Scott pointed out.
Jimmy reminded him, "You took them there Scott, but in
the other strikes, witnesses attest that they magically appeared
from nowhere. They magically appear, and they magically
disappear."
"So?" Scott defended his statement.
"Yeah. What's your point?" Harding added.
"So these are all major public facilities. Landmarks
everyone in this room could have visited in the last week alone.
We've probably all been to them at least once." Captain Sykes
started nodding in agreement, seeing where Jimmy was going with
this.
Scott blurted, "And there's always a lot of people at
these places, it's like knowing the food is in the refrigerator."
The thought of his poor analogy turned his stomach and several
others twisted their faces as well.
"But remember Scott, when you started this case, they
were striking homes and people on the streets. Locations they
weren't familiar with. Before you caught them in the alley, they
DROVE to the parking lot where they knew the guards would be."
Sykes added, "So you're saying that in order for them to
magically," he waved his hands around in the air before him,
"appear somewhere, they have to be familiar with the place."
"EXACTLY!" Jimmy beamed with a smile at Sykes
understanding of his hypothesis.
"I'll buy that." Someone added.
Mayor Harding, fingers massaging his chin, nodded
halfheartedly as he thought about Jimmy's idea while staring
intently at the table before him. "I'm not sure I do. You can
punch an awful lot of holes in that theory Jimmy, but let's work
with it." He paused in thought, "If what you are saying is true,
then what?"
"We SET them up!" Captain Sykes and Scott said almost in
unison.
"Let's get the military involved this time and be done
with it," someone implored.
"There goes the BUDGET!" a balding man seated at the
table tossing a pencil up in the air remarked.
The Mayor yelled at him. "Just how many expendable LIVES
do we have in the BUDGET Bill?"
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Saturday Evening
"Ever think about what those two are like in real life?"
Doug asked Scott while they waited for the story on the news in a
local bar near the precinct.
"Whaddaya mean?" Scott replied, only giving Doug half of
his attention, while looking back and forth at the television
screen.
"You can't tell me you haven't noticed how hot they are
for one another."
"Oh! Oh yeah. Shit, I suppose if we weren't pumping
them full of lead, they'd be on the ground pumping each other."
"Or trying to. Can you imagine seeing something like
that? Two giant women, naked as all, rolling around on the
ground making love?"
"Rolling on top of cars and people..."
"That's a scary thought. What's sick is that they'd
probably love doing it."
"Here's a thought. You know what I hate?"
"What?"
"I hate how whenever you are waiting to see something on
the news, they put it on _fucking last_!" Scott slammed his palm
on the bar, staring down at it's surface looking pissed.
"Just don't think about it, man." Doug replied, taking a
sip of his beer. The bartender, overhearing the conversation,
stepped over.
"Hey, you guys cops? You see them giant women yet?"
"Yeah. We're fucking experts on giant vampire women."
Scott said sarcastically, gulping down the last of the bottle.
"How 'bout another round?"
"No problem," He reached under the counter for two more
bottles. "Say, aren't you the two from the hospital? The one's
who were on TV?"
"Yeah, that's us." Doug replied, hoping Scott wouldn't
get out of hand.
"So what was it like? I heard they picked you up and
all. Were you scared?"
"It was scary as shit, man! What do you think?" Scott
fired back.
"Calm down Scott, he's just curious."
"Yeah man, chill. I'm scared too." The bartender added.
"I hear these giant women can just appear and disappear anywhere.
Nobody knows when they'll hit next."
"Well," Scott started a little more politely, "Now you
know just as much as we do." He turned his attention to the TV.
The bartender regarded Scott with a frustrated look on his face,
holding the bottles of beer.
"Don't take it personally." Doug consoled, eyeing the
beers. "No one's ever dealt with this kinda shit before.
Everyone down at the precinct is uptight right now. A lot of
good men have died fighting them."
"But you guys are gonna get them, right? You know how to
stop them don't you?" He placed the bottles on the bar before
them, popping off the caps.
"Yeah. We know what to do. Don't worry about it. It's
under control now." Doug replied lying through his teeth. He
didn't like telling the lie, but he didn't want to convey how
badly stumped the whole force was over this operation.
"Well that's a relief! No charge for the beers. You
fellas deserve it."
"Thanks bud! Very nice! How 'bout that Scott?" Doug
nudged him.
Scott replied with lackluster enthusiasm, "Yeah.
Thanks," and grabbing his beer, took a slug from the bottle.
Doug shook his head at the bartender, motioning to Scott who
couldn't see his gestures as if to say, don't worry, he's just
fucked up right now. The bartender, understanding, walked off to
another customer. "Finally!" Scott beamed. The news segment
they had been waiting for appeared on the television.
On the screen, was video taken from inside a minimum
security prison. The camera revealed a room full of prisoners
walking about in what appeared to be living quarters. There were
bunk beds all around the outer walls of this particular room, and
cots set up in it's center between long picnic-bench tables.
Prisoners had pictures of family and friends around them, radios
and small television sets out in the open; a scene not much
different than you might expect military life to be other than
the fact that it was extremely crowded. A prisoner appeared
before the camera. "It's just too crowded in here..." he
started. The face of the anchor appeared next as the video was
rerouted into a box behind him on the screen. The prisoner was
still speaking, but the sound was turned off.
"And wrapping up local news, the Moorley Minimum Security
Facility has reached 150% capacity in the last year," the anchor
began. "Designed to hold 250 prisoners, it is currently the home
to nearly 375 prisoners serving their sentences for lesser
felonies." The screen continued to show different scenes of the
facility. All rooms and living areas appeared very crowded, as
prisoners ate, slept, and lived almost on top of one another.
The anchor continued, "On Tuesday afternoon, the single largest
transfer of prisoners from one facility to another will be
staged. One hundred seventy-six prisoners will be transferred
from Moorley to the State Penitentiary only 10 miles away to
finish up their sentences." The screen flashed a quick map
showing the location of both prisons, a clear red line denoting
Interstate 490 as the route between the two, then scenes of the
State Penitentiary which looked not only much less crowded, but
more like a prison with it's gray walls and bars on the cells.
Very few prisoners could be seen as most of them were inside
their cells. "The transfer of prisoners on Tuesday, officials
say, should free up space until construction of another facility
like Moorley can be completed. Stay tuned for weather with Bill
Pakston coming up next."
"Let's just hope they saw it." Scott shook his head with
a frown in disbelief.
"They're playing it on the radio too."
"Yeah, but I still think it's too subtle." He sighed,
"But it's better than just sitting around like we have, just
waiting. At least they're trying something that'll give us an
offensive position. I just hope they saw it."
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Monday Afternoon
John Dunbar owned and operated a small garage near the
downtown area. His business, Dunbar Automotive, has been
successful primarily due to it's location, catching southbound
traffic as it weaved it's way through the downtown area. Many
motorists on route to other destinations in the south had to stop
at his garage for one reason or another. He prided himself for
being the honest man that he was, and business flourished because
of it. He got referrals, repeat customers, and not surprisingly
the chance to take a lovely lady out to lunch or dinner every
once in a while. Not surprising because the 29 year old, dark
hair, blue eyed young man happened to be quite handsome
underneath his grungy one-piece gray uniform and grease smeared
face. "War paint" is how he described it. The morning air was
crisp and clear, indicating that it would be a lovely day, so
turning the wrench a few more degrees, he decided that after he
finished adjusting the timing on the yellow 280 Z, he'd take it
for a test-drive around City Park and have lunch there.
Never able to resist lunch in the park on a day as
beautiful as this one, he put all his tools back in the tool
cart, wiped the grease off the timing gun and hung it on the rack
above the workbench. He thought about his father as he did that,
remembering how he always said, "Son, if you take care of your
tools, they'll take care of you." Then a smile washed over his
face as he slipped out of his overalls checking his look in a
mirror, not so much from his father's words, but from the
prospect of meeting some cutie who happened to enjoy lunch in the
park as much as he did. Visions of chitchatting with secretaries
and administrative assistants, smartly dressed in cute skirts
that came down to just above their knees and those gorgeous pumps
that more often than not showed off a little cleavage between
their toes, made washing up and changing his clothes take a
little longer than usual. "I'm taking the Z for a test drive
Martha!" he yelled to his receptionist and bookkeeper, as he
grabbed the keys, walking past the office.
Martha, a plump, middle-aged woman looked up from her
computer where she was working, "Okay Johnny. Don't forget, you
promised you'd do the blue Chevrolet today."
"I know. I know." He sighed at the thought of tinkering
with that monster. Some sort of electrical problem causing it
to overheat had him stumped yesterday afternoon when the customer
brought it in. "Did Larry call back yet?" He had hoped his
friend Larry over at the Chevrolet dealership could shed some
light on a possible solution.
"Nope."
"Okay, beep me when he does. I'm grabbing some lunch.
Want me to bring you something back?"
"Thanks Hon, but I brought lunch today." She was so
sweet, he thought to himself. If she were younger, he might have
been interested in her. What people were like when they were
younger always intrigued him.
"All right then. Be back in a bit." He slipped into the
yellow sports car and sliding his black wayfarers into place,
pulled out onto the road. Destination: Babe Central.
The park was only minutes away. West on 78th street,
south on Interstate 490, and three exits later, he was almost
there. He felt a sputter from the engine as he came to a stop at
the bottom of the ramp exiting the highway. "Hmmm...that didn't
sound right," he mumbled to himself. Possible causes flashed
through his mind as he waited for the light to turn green. When
it did, he started slowly making a right down a 4 lane one way
street that led to the park, listening intently a the engine for
another sputter. He pulled into the far, left-hand lane. He
accelerated, and slowed down, accelerated and slowed down; his
trained ear waiting for a sign. Suddenly, before him, another
car came to a stop; he was going to rear-end it. "Shit!" A quick
glance over his right shoulder, and he gunned it, jumping out in
front of another car behind him in the next lane, barely missing
the one that came to a stop. Building up more and more speed
through the downtown area, he listened for the sputter. Then a
light a block away turned red, so he hit the brakes. Sputter,
sputter, sputter. "Aha! There you are." he said about the
sound, as if he were holding a conversation with the car.
Looking beyond the light, he saw a place to park and fix the
problem, having a good idea what it was now. When the light
turned green, he pulled through the light and parked on the left
hand side of the road and got out leaving the car running.
"Hey! You can't park there!" a lady yelled from the door
of the shop he parked in front of. Stepping out of the car, he
eyed the woman, then looked across the street at the park. It
was as beautiful and green as ever, it even had a pond in the
center of it. A few statues and tall green trees of different
types were strategically placed throughout. "I'm expecting a
delivery any minute!" She interrupted his peaceful interlude.
"All right lady, this'll just take a second. Calm down."
She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the shop. John grabbed
a screwdriver from the front seat, and popped the hood of the
car. Then securing it, he gazed over the engine, noticing the
dirt and grease caked up from years of neglect, then at his white
Polo shirt. "Hell if I'm gonna ruin another perfectly good
shirt," he mumbled tossing his glasses into the car, slipping
off his shirt. Tucking the shirt in the back of his pants and
letting it hang, he leaned under the hood looking for the idler
screw on the carburetor. The sun warmed the skin on his back as
he revved the engine and adjusted the idle. "I'm gonna get a tan
today too." he mused. He listened intently as the sputter
slowly went away as he made the adjustments to the high and low
idle screws, only to be replaced by a new sound. He twisted his
face listening to the cracking and popping, his back suddenly
cooled from the quick disappearance of the sun.
The cracking was loud and sounded more like concrete or
stone than anything you'd hear from an engine. Then he heard the
sound of squealing tires from several cars coming to a very
abrupt stop. "What the..." he started, his eyes drawn to look
across the street. He did a double take. In the middle of the
street, parallel with the car was a gigantic bare foot. It's big
toe was on the inside, which meant only one thing. He stood up
and whipped around to look behind him, and saw the other foot.
Cracks in the sidewalk, several feet long, shot out in all
directions apparently from the immense weight of this being.
Looking all around, he observed a mass exodus as people started
running everywhere, leaving their cars and shops screaming,
yelling, and pointing upwards as they did. A chill shot through
his spine, as the reality of the situation became apparent; John
was frozen in fear, only able to do the obvious: look up.
He stared at the white flesh of, obviously a woman's
enormous calf, following up past her knee some 10 feet above him.
Then her thigh came into view. It was thick, massive in size,
and looked soft, smooth and well toned. The enormous flesh was
almost a perfectly clear powdery white, except for the freckles
here and there. Her panties then came into view as he tipped his
head further back, also white, but silky with delicate lace
patterns in the front leading up and away from her neatly
concealed mound of womanhood. Her panties formed the top of a 30
foot archway, which he stood below. No more of this titanic
woman could be seen due to the fact that from his position, the
view was obstructed by the inside of an enormous skirt which
framed his entire upward range of sight like a giant umbrella. A
greenish-grey tent, decorated with purple paisley patterns. It
dawned upon him, that if he couldn't see her, then she couldn't
see him and probably didn't know he was standing there. He had
to move quickly, if he were to escape. His heart was racing.
Just as he was about to make a run for the door to the shop, the
woman who chastised him for parking in front of it appeared.
"Mister!" she screamed looking right at him, "Run!
Run!" The look of sheer terror on her face would make anyone
run, even if they didn't know what she was screaming in fear of.
"AHGGGHHH!" she screamed once more and ran back out of sight into
the shop again. The giantess must have spied her from above
because sunlight became visible as a giant hand pushed the skirt
back between the giantesses sexy legs.
"GET A GOOD LOOK DOWN THERE?" a smiling face asked from
above. John tried to run, but was frozen in the gaze of
Stephanie's eyes as she crouched down to snap him up in her right
hand. Her hand, almost as wide as he was tall, clamped around
him pinning his arms to his side, forcing the air from his lungs.
Instantly he was sped upwards, wind wisping across his face, past
the bottom of her skit to chest level where the pressure from her
grip subsided. Opening her hand he laid sprawled across her
palm, his head resting on her thumb which was as big around as a
telephone pole, his legs dangling at his knees on the other. "MY
AREN'T WE THE HANDSOME ONE?" She started stroking his well toned
and tanned chest with the fingers of her left hand. "I DON'T
KNOW WHETHER I SHOULD EAT YOU OR NOT. YOU'RE JUST SO CUTE!" She
mused, continuing to stroke him, while smiling giddily.
"No! Please! Let me go!" John pleaded.
"I WISH I COULD TAKE YOU WITH ME." she frowned. "WE
COULD HAVE LOTS OF FUN"
"COME ON STEPHANIE. YOU WANTED A SNACK. NOW HURRY UP."
Patricia prompted her from behind, a frustrated tone in her
voice. Stephanie turned to face her love, who was leaning on the
side of a building a couple of blocks back, fretting.
"BUT LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS. I DON'T WANT TO EAT HIM!" she
continued stroking his head as if he were a cherished pet.
"WANT ME TO HOLD HIM FOR YOU?"
"YEAH!" her eyes suddenly beamed, a smile shining on her
face. She walked over to Patricia, not paying attention to where
she stepped. Much taller than in any previous attacks, the
giantesses were now somewhere around 60 feet tall. People
scurried in all directions beneath her as she strode the few
steps it took to reach Patricia, crushing a few cars flat in the
process. "YIPES!" she exclaimed, stopping to examine her foot.
"I TOLD YOU TO WEAR SHOES HONEY." Patricia said with a
concerned tone of voice, observing the painful expression on
Stephanie's face. Only one car was left between the two
giantesses; Stephanie brushed it aside angrily with a sweep of
her foot sending it careening against the trunk of tree in the
park across the street. She deposited John into Patricia's right
hand, trading him for a can of spray paint that she was holding.
"I'LL BE BACK IN A FEW MINUTES MR. CUTIE." She smiled at
him, stroking him gingerly once more. Patricia rolled her eyes.
"DON'T EAT HIM TRISH. PLEASE!"
"DON'T WORRY." she blurted. "JUST GET MOVING! I DON'T
WANT TO BE IN THIS FRIGGIN' SUN ANY LONGER THAN NECESSARY."
Patricia stood there in the sun for a few minutes, and watched as
Stephanie scampered off in search of her snack. Scamper would be
a good word to describe the way she moved, though mayhem and
destruction more accurately describe the result. Every footstep
left deep craters in the pavement where she stepped, and as cars
tried to navigate their way out of the area, their tires would
get stuck in them. Then trying to pull out, they'd end up
striking other cars as they broke free causing traffic jams.
Many people deserted their cars as Stephanie approached them,
working her way west down the street plucking people up as she
went. Deciding that being out in the sun probably wasn't such a
good idea, Patricia walked back a couple of blocks to where
buildings afforded a little shade from the sun. She enjoyed
watching Stephanie gather up the tiny, helpless commuters for the
remainder of the time that she spent on the street, but something
in the park to the north must have caught her attention; she
looked to her right and took off immediately after something or
someone. With nothing to do but watch people scurry around on
the street several blocks away, and having no desire to venture
out into the direct light of the midday sun, she leaned against
the building she was standing next to and sulked. She shook her
head wondering how she let Stephanie talk her into this little
venture. It _must_ be love she thought. It really wasn't so
bad, she just hadn't slept well for the past few days. Her mind
had been preoccupied with devising plans for their future
together, and figuring out how to use their newfound abilities to
make them come to fruition.
"Please let me go lady!" John cried up to his new
captor. Patricia looked down with a sour face at the tiny man in
her hand.
"JUST BE GRATEFUL I DON'T HAVE STEPHANIE'S INSATIABLE
APPETITE, MR. LUNCHABLE." Relieved somewhat, John took a moment
to observe the other giantess who now held him. Patricia's skin
tone was naturally much darker than Stephanie's. She held him
tightly at the waist, his stomach, chest, and arms free. He held
himself up by placing one hand on her thumb and one on her index
finger. Following the length of her forearm with his eyes, and
observing the sheer size of her biceps, he was taken aback by the
thought of how strong these giantesses must be. She could crush
him with next to no effort at all. He was helpless in her grip.
Looking up at her face from below, he watched her as she kept an
eye out for Stephanie, noticing the beautiful curve of her chin
and full, round lips. He couldn't help but be aroused at the
sight of her long, curly dark hair as it flowed down from either
side of her beautiful face, down across her breasts. Her
breasts, enormous, voluptuous, fleshy orbs, were held together
firmly by a white sports bra. He pondered for a moment how
strong that bra would have to be in order to support such a
massive amount of flesh. He figured them to be forty-something D
cups at normal size, but now the weight of each breast must be
hundreds of pounds. As he stared, he could see her nipples
beginning to push against the fabric from the inside as they grew
hard and erect. "ENJOYING THE VIEW, BUG?"
"Uh, I'm sorry." John was startled. "I can't help but
notice how beautiful you are." Patricia was actually flattered
by his candid reply. Opening her palm caused John to lose his
balance given his precarious position. She quickly grabbed him
by his feet as he began to slip out of her hand. He hung
helpless, his feet pinched between her thumb and index finger, as
she lifted him to her face. "Aggghh! I'm sorry! I said I was
sorry! Please don't eat me!"
"I'M NOT GOING TO EAT YOU. STEPH WOULD NEVER FORGIVE
ME." she laughed. "BUT LET'S GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO DO WHILE WE
WAIT FOR HER." Patricia grabbed the strap of her sports bra
where it made it's way over her left shoulder, and running her
right thumb down underneath it, pinched it with her fingers
pulling it out and open. The massive breast was completely
exposed from John's vantage point, hanging by his feet above it.
She let loose of his feet, and he plummeted down, landing on the
massive pillowy surface. Then her free hand proceeded to push
him tenderly down further inside the bra until he was pinned low
against her nipple. John only got a quick glimpse of the smirk
on her face as she slowly let the bra close shut, completely
enveloping his tiny body. "NOW PLEASE ME LITTLE MAN, AND MAYBE
I'LL TRY TO CONVINCE STEPHANIE NOT TO EAT YOU."
John decided that this was a matter of life or death. If
he performed well for his giant captor, he may live to see
another day. If he performed poorly, he'd be a soon forgotten
snack for Stephanie. In the tight confines of her bra, he pulled
his arms up and placed his hands around the engorged nipple. He
started by squeezing it lightly, not knowing how much pressure it
would take to please her. "How's this?" he called out.
She could hear a muffled response from John, but it was a
pleasurable tickling sensation she felt as he squeezed her nipple
that confirmed his compliance with her demand. Leaning back
squarely against the shaded side of the building, she couldn't
resist caressing her other breast as John did his best to serve
her. Sliding her hand underneath it, she squeezed it tenderly at
first, then harder as the waves of pleasure coursed through her
body. This was deliciously distracting, she thought, observing
the empty street cluttered with abandoned cars below her then
closing her eyes as she moaned in ecstasy. Having this little
man please her in public was getting her so hot; she knew there
must be hundreds of onlookers.
The moan, rather than a verbal response, was all the
affirmation John needed to let him know that he was doing the
right thing. His head was pinned against her breast by the
tight, thick fabric of her bra. He squirmed, and slid down to a
position where his face was in front of the nipple as he held it
with both hands. He started licking and nibbling on the erect
mound of dark flesh, causing it to become harder and even more
defined in shape. He was amazed at the effect he was having on
her and hoped sincerely that she would keep her word, and
convince Stephanie to spare his life. He could feel himself
rising and falling with her heavy breathing, and as her heart
beat increased, sweat seeped from pores all around him. Next he
could feel her hand against his back, pressing him harder against
her breast as she massaged both now, pushing them up and down;
squeezing and pushing them back and forth against one another.
"HARDER!" she gasped for air, "BITE HARDER!" Was she going to
have an orgasm? He thought as he started nibbling harder, scared
at the thought of drawing blood and perhaps angering her. He
squeezed and bit her nipple as hard as he dared, this only seemed
to excite her more.
Patricia exclaimed between heaving, lust filled breaths,
"UH! MMM! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! YES!" And John started to put
his whole body into the act, pressing his knees into the sweaty,
fleshy mound he was held tightly against. She was incredibly
turned on by the thought of this little man pleasing her.
"I'M...OH YES!...I'M..." He slid and squirmed his legs their
full range of motion up, down, and around the gigantic mass.
"Please come lady! Please come!" John yelled between
the nibbles and bites he was inflicting on her massive nipple,
knowing his life depended on it. Her hands started to tremble,
and her body shook as the level of heat rose intensely. Sweat
seemed to pour out all around him, as air became humid and
suffocating. He knew he'd done it as her hand left his back, yet
the trembling continued.
Patricia jammed her hand down into her shorts and
massaged her clit vigorously as juices erupted violently from
within her. "UUGGHHH! YES! YES!" She screamed in delight, as
she squeezed and massaged one breast, and John worked as hard as
he could on the other. She trembled as erotic waves poured over
her body and desperately wanted to open her eyes thinking about
people who were probably watching, but couldn't as she was
consumed by the passion of the moment. Slowly, the waves
subsided as warm sweat was turned cool by a breeze in the shade
of the building. Opening her eyes, she could see people gawking
at her from the windows of the building across the street. They
pointed and looked on with amazed expressions on their tiny
faces. What a rush, she thought. Ignoring them, she tenderly
plucked her tiny captive from the tight confines of her bra.
Placing him in the palm of her left hand, she like Stephanie,
stroked his chest with the enormous index finger of her right
hand. John lay spent in her palm, barely able to do none other
than breathe in the overwhelming scent of her sex as it mixed
with the sweat on his chest. "SO WHAT'S YOUR NAME LITTLE MAN?"
she asked with a satisfied grin.
"John. My name's John Dunbar." he gasped.
"GOOD JOB JOHN. GOOD JOB. YOU JUST MIGHT LIVE TO SEE
THE SUN RISE TOMORROW." She said teasing him.
"Please lady. Let me go." Patricia held him near her
face, blowing cool breaths of air on him to dry him off, while
she continued to stroke his tiny head and chest.
"NO NO. WE GOTTA CHECK ON STEPHANIE NOW. WHAT'S SHE
BEEN UP TO?" she asked rhetorically, "IT'S WAY TOO QUIET."
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Stephanie had been working her way west down the street
plucking up people as they abandoned their cars. People were so
small now, simply squeezing blood out of them wasn't enough; it
merely whet her appetite. She was working on her fifth victim
when she heard screams from the park. Looking in the direction
the sounds came from, she spied a whole group of people who had
been picnicking, but were now either pointing at her or
collecting their belongings. She decided they looked like easy
pickings, given their short distance from her, and that she'd
better get over there before they scatter.
They didn't have a chance. She was on top of the crowd
of 30 or so before they could say, "Oh shit! Here she comes!"
Some of them were stupid enough, she noticed, to continue
collecting their cameras, radios, and picnic baskets while she
stood there practically looking straight down at them; they _had_
to be tourists. And they acted so surprised when she snatched
them up! She couldn't help but laugh at them as she held them in
her hands while they screamed. With her can of spray paint
tucked under her arm, and two hands full of people all bunched
together kicking, writhing, and screaming, she stood there
wondering what would be the best way to work this out when the
solution hit her. Bing!
This didn't have to be a rush job. She decided that she
was going to take the time to enjoy this snack as she walked over
to the pond and carefully sat down, crossing her legs, letting
the can of spray paint fall to her side. Then she simply dropped
the whole heap of people, letting them fall into a pile between
her legs where they'd be trapped. As they struggled to climb
out, she either poked them with her massive finger or patted them
on the head to keep them in check. Taking a moment to count
them, she discovered she had twelve little people to snack on,
and decided that she would undress each one, savoring every
tasty, precious drop of blood. She labored intensively over each
one of them, slowly peeling off their clothes while they fought
ineffectively to stop her. Then licking their tiny bodies, she
reveled in the taste of their fear as it seeped freely from their
bodies, first in the form of sweat, then copiously in the form of
blood as she bit down. Taking the opportunity to sit and enjoy
the experience made it seem more pronounced, she thought, as she
basked in the intoxicated state their blood provided. Almost
dizzily, she'd toss each person's lifeless remains behind her as
she reached for another. A basket full of warm, sun ripened
plumbs just waiting to be devoured; save the seeds of course.
Suddenly, something in the corner of her eye compelled
her to look to the north. Just a little north and west of where
she sat, enjoying the last of the people, she spied a young woman
hiding behind a tree on the other side of the pond. She could
see nothing of the woman other than the bobbing of her long, dark
hair as she peeked out at her, then quickly hid herself again.
Realizing she had been spotted, the woman made a break for it and
started running west in an attempt to get out of the park. She
wore a black skirt made of very thin material that flowed
gracefully in the breeze as she ran. Her top was black also, and
fitting very snugly to her delicate frame, accentuating how
nicely round her bosoms were. She had an incredibly fair
complexion, as pale as Stephanie's, that made for quite a
contrast against her dark attire. Barefooted like Stephanie, she
scurried away as quickly as she could across the open expanse of
grass, making a dash for the street. Stephanie's heart leapt as
she observed the woman's meager attempts to depart. She was
touched knowing the futility of her efforts, and if she weren't
so attracted to the ebony clad wisp of a woman, she would have
stomped straight through the pond to prove it.
"HEY! DON'T RUN AWAY." she implored, remaining seated so
as not to frighten her any more than she already was. "I WON'T
HURT YOU." The woman stopped running and turned around to face
the giantess. This was it, she thought. The giant woman was
going to devour her like those other people; she fought hard to
hold back tears as she looked around trying to decide which way
to run next. Stephanie spoke as softly as possible as she rose
to her feet, "I JUST WANT TO TALK TO YOU.".
The sight of the giantess, with her bloodied hands and
face standing on the other side of the pond was more than the
tiny woman could handle. Not trusting her, she backed away with
a fearful expression; the look in her eye indicated that she was
going to make a break for it once more. "PLEASE. I PROMISE I
WON'T HURT YOU. I PROMISE." The soft demeanor and sincere tone
of Stephanie's voice appeared to have a calming effect on the
woman; the look on her face turned from one of fear to curiosity.
Fearful of the thought of the beautiful young woman leaving her,
Stephanie tried to convince her to stay. She knew she'd never be
able to calm her down if she had to chase after her.
"JUST...JUST STAY THERE FOR A SEC. I KNOW I MUST LOOK
HORRIBLE." Stephanie held up her hands and looked them over,
observing the little streams of blood dripping and trickling
their way down her arms. "I'M NOT LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME.
REALLY." Quickly she knelt down on her knees, causing the little
woman's eyes to light up like headlights, and proceeded to wash
them in the pond. She then proceeded to wash her face, pulling
up hundreds of gallons of water with each handful as she splashed
water against it, rubbing off as much as possible. "I JUST WANT
TO TALK. DON'T LEAVE, PLEASE." She continued speaking softly as
she washed her face, keeping an eye on the little woman who
appeared to be waiting patiently on the other side of the pond.
As she finished she looked across the pond and asked, "DID I GET
IT ALL?" The little woman nodded with a smile which made
Stephanie's heart leap once more. Stephanie couldn't help but
wonder why she was so attracted to this complete stranger.
"OKAY," she announced as convincingly as possible, drying her
hands on her dress, and wiping her face on her shoulders, "I'M
COMING OVER THERE. NOW DON'T BE SCARED. I'M NOT GOING TO HURT
YOU. YOU HAVE MY WORD. OKAY?"
The little woman nodded, but with a very concerned look
on her face. Stephanie knew she'd run if her movements were too
quick, so she rose slowly and carefully stepped around the pond.
Once on the other side, with the only obstacle between them being
no longer a factor, the little woman really looked frightened.
She trembled as Stephanie knelt down, choosing a spot to sit that
was hopefully what the woman would consider a safe distance.
Reclining on her right hip, with her legs curled, Stephanie
supported herself on her right forearm. She figured she may not
seem so imposing if she were closer to the woman's height.
"HEY..." she consoled, "DON'T BE NERVOUS. MY NAME IS STEPHANIE.
WHAT'S YOURS?"
"Valerie." The little woman replied timidly as she
trembled, clearing the lump in her throat.
"PLEASED TO MEET YOU VALERIE. THAT'S A COOL SKIRT YOU'RE
WEARING. IT LOOKS GOOD ON YOU." She also noticed that Valerie
was wearing an ornate beaded necklace with a very familiar icon
for a charm.
"I like your dress too." Valerie replied with a hint of
a smile.
"WHERE'D YOU GET THAT PENTAGRAM? I WANT ONE." She began
to unbutton the top of her dress.
"At Pentangle. They have really cool stuff."
"SEE? I HAVE IT AS A TATTOO." revealing her chest,
Valerie looked up in amazement at the pentagram tattooed onto
Stephanie's chest. Valerie was somewhat apprehensive about the
idea of getting a tattoo, even though she thought they looked
good, the permanency of them made her think twice about it.
"Wow! That's really cool. I wish I had the courage to
get a tattoo like that." She stepped closer to Stephanie, the
things they had in common made her feel more at ease.
"PENTANGLE? NEVER HEARD OF IT. I PRACTICALLY *LIVE* AT
GOTHICIDE THOUGH."
"They're new. Just opened last week. Yeah, Gothicide is
cool too." Valerie stepped closer to get a better look at the
tattoo. She looked admiringly at the immense tattoo before her.
Even with Stephanie reclined on the grass, she had to tilt her
head back a bit to see it.
"WELL, I DON'T GET OUT AS MUCH AS I USED TO." she
admitted with a laugh. Valerie laughed too, getting the little
joke. "YOU KNOW, I KNOW A GUY WHO DOES GOOD WORK."
"Really?"
"UH HUH. I'LL BET I COULD CONVINCE HIM TO DO YOURS FOR
FREE." she added proudly. Both laughed again. Stephanie
noticed that Valerie was appearing more at ease and admired her
bravery, given the odd circumstances around which they met.
"That sounds tempting..."
"WELL WHADAYA SAY YOU, ME, AND MY GIRLFRIEND TRISH GET
TOGETHER ONE NIGHT, WE'LL GET YOU WASTED, GET MY FRIEND FRED TO
DO THE DEED, THEN WE'LL PARTY."
"Party as in..."
"PARTY AS IN *PARTY* . JUST HANG OUT. YOU KNOW,
LIKE...I DON'T KNOW...*PARTY*" Valerie looked a bit
apprehensive, so Stephanie tried to calm her with a joke, "WE'LL
ONLY TEAR UP THE TOWN IF YOU WANT TO." Now Valerie looked even
more apprehensive about getting together with the two of them,
"TEAR UP THE TOWN. IT WAS A JOKE HON, YOU KNOW LIKE 'OUT ON THE
TOWN', 'TEAR UP THE TOWN'?"
"Oh." Valerie still didn't know what to make of that
statement.
"I DIDN'T MEAN *LITERALLY*. WE ONLY DO THAT WHEN WE'RE
HUNGRY. HA!" Her jokes weren't going over too well. Valerie was
definitely having a problem telling the difference between what
was a joke and what was not, understandably.
"Um..." she replied not knowing what else to say.
"AWWW MAN! I'M STRIKING OUT HERE. COME ON, WORK WITH ME
GIRL..."
"No, I get it. This is just really weird. I just never
thought I would be standing here talking to you. You aren't like
I figured you'd be at all. I thought you were going to eat me or
something." She pointed over to where she was hiding behind the
tree, then to the pile of people behind where Stephanie was
sitting moments ago. Stephanie thought she looked so cute as she
pointed; her little white arms and fingers were so delicate and
graceful.
"WELL WE ARE VAMPIRES, BUT..."
"You mean, like for real? Like, 'you have to drink blood
to survive' vampires?"
"UH HUH" she replied matter-of-factly with pride. Then
pointing to the other side of the pond, "WHAT DO YOU THINK I WAS
DOING OVER THERE?"
"I'm not blind Stephanie. It's just wild to think
vampires REALLY exist. How come you can be out in the daytime?"
"OH, _THAT_ OLD MYTH." She gestured with a wave,
dismissing the concept. "YOU KNOW, I USED TO THINK THAT VAMPIRES
COULD ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT TOO." She laughed at the absurdity
of the thought.
"So, crosses don't bother you, and holy water, and shit?"
"NOPE." She shook her head, smiling.
"Wicked!" Valerie was intrigued by her new discovery.
"SO YOU WANNA GET TOGETHER AND PARTY WITH US?"
"Yeah. I guess so. You all aren't gonna like, kill me
and drink my blood are you?" She asked that, because she knew
that hanging out with real-life vampires would be just as stupid
jumping rope at the edge of a cliff overlooking the Grand Canyon.
She couldn't believe she actually agreed to do it.
Stephanie looked down at her with a serious expression,
no more jokes, "VALERIE, YOU HAVE MY WORD, NO HARM WILL COME TO
YOU. I PROMISE." She crossed her heart in gesture of her good
word. Valerie's eyes lit up, watching her do that.
"And your girlfriend. She'll be cool with it? She won't
think that you're like going to cheat on her or something?" She
was attempting to cover all the bases.
"I LOVE TRISH WITH ALL MY HEART." Stephanie looked off
to the side, momentarily reflecting on her deep love, and how
devoted she was to Patricia. "SHE WOULDN'T DO ME WRONG, AND SHE
KNOWS I WOULDN'T DO HER WRONG. IT WON'T BE A PROBLEM. REALLY.
SHE'S *REALLY* COOL. SHE'S LEARNING WITCHCRAFT, YOU KNOW.
YOU'LL SEE."
"Okay, okay! Then it's a date! We'll get me a cool
tattoo."
"ALL RIGHT THEN! KEWL..."
"Kewl!" Valerie was excited at the prospect of partying
with these two vampire giantesses, but she couldn't believe she
was actually doing this. "So, like, how do I get in contact with
you?"
"GOT SOMETHING TO WRITE WITH?"
"I've got like, nada." she frowned.
"OKAY, TELL YOU WHAT," Stephanie looked around to see if
anyone was nearby (like, as if!), then she leaned way down to
whisper, "meet us behind The Abyss tomorrow at midnight. We'll
be normal sized, but we'll probably be wearing disguises or
something."
"Sounds like a plan. I'll be there." Now the thought of
hanging out with them was beginning to sound exciting. It dawned
upon her that if Stephanie was going eat her, or kill her, or
whatever, she would have done it by now.
"OKAY. NOW LISTEN." Stephanie voice was serious as she
sat back up, along with the expression on her face.
"What?" Stephanie's tone broke the tranquillity of their
little pow wow in the park.
"YOU NEED TO LEAVE NOW. THINGS TEND TO GET VIOLENT
BEFORE LONG. I'M SURPRISED THE POLICE HAVEN'T SHOWN UP YET. AND
WHERE IS TRISH ANY WAYS?" She looked around quickly realizing
she hadn't really been paying attention, and sensed that Patricia
was still where she left her, so she was relieved for the time
being. "I DON'T WANT YOU GETTING CAUGHT UP IN ANY OF IT, BESIDES
I HAVE SOMETHING I GOTTA DO." She gestured across the pond once
more to the can of spray paint she left laying there.
"All right, see you tomorrow then." she smiled, and not
knowing what Stephanie meant to do with the spray paint, she
understood how violent things got as far as the two giantesses
were concerned, so she started walking away.
"BY THE WAY, DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?"
"No," she turned to look back, "Why?"
"JUST CURIOUS." Valerie dismissed the question, knowing
it probably had something to do with the fact that she and her
friend Patricia were lesbians. The thought of having a
relationship with another woman didn't disgust her or anything,
it just never really interested her enough to explore the
possibility. She realized that the next few days, many
possibilities were going to be revealed, as paradigms took on
whole new shapes and dimensions. She daydreamed about what it
would be like to go to bed with another woman. Not an
unappealing concept really, she thought to herself. The thought
of undressing Stephanie, if she were a giantess like she was now,
was quite appealing. It was such a coincidence that she happened
to be in the park when Stephanie arrived. It was almost as if
fate had something to do with it.
"VALERIE..." Stephanie's voice startled her as she
walked to her car; she turned to see what she wanted, "MOVE IT
GIRL! RUN!" Stephanie's face changed only in that she looked
more adamant about her leaving, so she ran the rest of the way as
she was told. Stephanie sat and watched as she got in her car,
and didn't move until Valerie had driven her car around the
corner, heading east. Then she got up, walked over and grabbed
the can of spray paint, and eyeing a couple of six story
buildings along the west side of the park, decided _that_ was
where she was going to leave her little love note.
She worked on the message quickly, taking quick glances
around her between words, wondering why it was so damn quiet.
Normally the cops were arriving only minutes after they did.
This was too weird. Then she saw them. Looking south, down the
street towards the section of the interstate that cuts west
through town, she saw the little welcoming committee as they made
their way up the street toward her. It didn't look like very
many, she thought. That was weird in itself too. Where was
Trish?
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Looking west toward the park Patricia saw police cars
racing up the street on it's west side. "SHIT!" She quickly
jammed John back into her bra, and walked briskly to help
Stephanie. Coming to the edge of the buildings flanking the
park's eastern side, she gazed across to the west and saw
Stephanie working with her can of spray paint on the side of a
building. Climbing so that he could catch the view from 50 some-
odd feet up, John squirmed into a position where he was squatting
between Patricia's breasts, his head sticking up out of her bra.
He was beginning to think that maybe this wasn't so bad after
all. Patricia yelled out, "STEPH, HON. YOU OKAY?" From where
she stood at the park's southeastern corner, trees blocked her
view of the street at Stephanie's feet, so she didn't know where
the police cars were in relation to her, or how many there were
for that matter.
Looking back with a big smile, Stephanie replied, "YEAH!
I'M FINE! I WONDERED WHERE YOU DISAPPEARED TO." and continued to
put the finishing touches on her message. Then, remembering she
wanted to tell her about Valerie, "COME HERE! I GOT SOMETHING
TO TELL YOU!" Sensing no immediate danger, considering their
size, Patricia walked slowly through the park as she made her way
over to Stephanie. The sun beat down on Patricia relentlessly.
The rays of light which are life-giving to mortals penetrated her
skin painfully, seemingly in angered spite of her presence, but
she could ignore that. It was the burning sensation she felt
deep in the sockets of her eyes that she couldn't ignore. She
cupped her hands to her forehead like a visor to shield them,
giving herself some relief, but she still had to squint to see
her way. The park was nearly empty of people, save the bloody
carcasses and heaps of human remains left behind from her lover's
snack attack by the pond. She gazed admiringly at Stephanie's
lovely body as she approached from the far, southeastern end of
the park. She admired her shapely form as she reached up with
the spray can to cross a "t" in the message, then as she bent
down, unknowingly revealing her cute, shapely ass from underneath
the delicate fabric of her short dress. "LITTLE FUCKERS!" She
exclaimed as she swatted, apparently at someone down by her feet.
A crash could be heard as cars collided, and as Patricia drew
closer screams and occasional gunfire could also be heard.
Patricia wasn't alarmed, Stephanie seemed to be diffusing the
situation with no problem. She envied Stephanie's ability to
tolerate the sun; the Dark Gift really smiled upon her in that
respect. It didn't seem to affect her in the least as she
frolicked with the police at her feet while she completed her
message. Turning to face Patricia, she beamed a smile, "THINK
HE'LL GET THE MESSAGE?" Her face twisted into a look of utter
disgust and anger as Patricia replied.
"YOU'RE SO DELICIOUSLY VINDICTIVE, HON. I'M SURE
HE'LL..."
Stephanie interrupted her, "WHAT THE *FUCK* IS THAT!?!"
pointing to John, tucked away neatly in her bra.
"WHAT?"
"DON'T PLAY COY WITH ME *BITCH*! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
*THAT*! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!" her anger escalated as Patricia
joined her on the street.
"HE'S FINE STEPH. SEE?" She plucked him from between her
breasts, holding John in plain sight for Stephanie to either take
him or inspect him. She felt nervous at Stephanie's reaction,
not ever seeing her get angry like this before. Stephanie eyed
him from a distance, but didn't reach out for him; she regarded
him with an expression of disgust.
"YOU USED HIM DIDN'T YOU? I CAN SMELL IT!" she said
loathingly.
"CALM DOWN HON. HE'S JUST FINE. I DIDN'T HURT HIM,
HONEST." Stephanie snatched him abruptly from her palm, knocking
the wind out of him, then made her way down the street kicking
cars with her bare feet in anger. Cars were sent flying, some
still with passengers, either into the park or into the sides of
buildings. She stammered in a rage, then turned to face
Stephanie from a few blocks away.
"HE WAS *MINE* DAMMIT! YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO HAVE THINGS
*YOUR* WAY, DON'T YOU?"
"NOW *STEPHANIE*!" Patricia started in an authoritative
tone, after watching Stephanie's anger turn into a temper
tantrum. "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S
THE SAME AS WHEN YOU LEFT HIM WITH ME." Stephanie eyed the
little man whom she thought was so cute just a little while ago.
Crouching in her opened palm, John stared up at her in fear with
big, sad saucer-shaped eyes, desperately hoping to find that she
was as interested in him now as she was before she left him with
Patricia.
"I WANTED HIM FIRST!" She could see nothing but betrayal
on his part, and Patricia's; holding his tainted little body in
her hand disgusted her now. Instinctively, as if suddenly
realizing she was holding a handful of grubby, slimy earthworms,
she slung John's little body away, slamming it into the side of a
building with enough force to cause the crushed mass of flesh and
bones to stick to it's surface. People watching the spectacle
from the window closest to where John's body found a new home
disappeared from sight quickly.
"AWWW STEPH, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT." Patricia
replied sadly to her actions.
"DAMN YOU TRISH!" She started to cry as she watched the
body of the man who was her little treasure earlier start to
slip, then slide down the side of the building, landing in a heap
on the sidewalk four stories below. Her lips trembling, she
folded her arms and started biting her thumbnail. She sobbed,
embarrassed at her temper tantrum, glad that Valerie was gone and
probably didn't see it. Patricia walked over to console her
sweet Stephanie.
"STEPH, HON, I'M SORRY. I REALLY AM. I WASN'T THINKING
ABOUT YOU."
"NO, YOU WEREN'T!" she replied between sobs. Sirens
could be heard from the north and Patricia watched squad cars
come pouring down the street as she approached Stephanie who
could see the same approaching from the south.
"COME HERE BABY." Patricia held out her arms, and
Stephanie was magnetically drawn into them. "YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I
LOVE YOU, DON'T YOU?" Patricia held her tightly as she rubbed
her back.
"UH HUH.." More sobs and trembling lips.
"LET'S GET YOU HOME TO BED. DID YOU GET ENOUGH TO EAT
HON?" Patricia asked like a concerned mother.
"YEAH."
"OKAY THEN. I PROMISE I'LL WORK ON THE SPELL SO WE CAN
TAKE OUR LITTLE TOYS HOME WITH US. WON'T THAT BE NICE?"
Stephanie didn't reply with words, but the tears and trembling
subsided, slowly being replaced by a wicked grin while she nodded
in approval. Patricia spied a few green vehicles amidst the
armada of cars approaching from the north, and whipped around to
see the same coming from the south. It took them long enough,
she thought regarding the military vehicles. "GOTTA JAM BABE!"
She said with a smile to Stephanie, who was also officially
smiling again.
The two giantesses were gone in a split second, while the caravan
of police and military vehicles navigated their way through the
mess that Stephanie had made of cars with her little temper
tantrum. As Scott and Doug approached the scene with the cars
and trucks from the north, they saw the two giantesses disappear
from sight. Scott pulled over to the east side of the road,
slamming the brakes furiously. He threw the door open, and
getting out proceeded to throw his own violent temper tantrum.
He fired his gun into the ground with each expletive
instinctively for emphasis as he stormed off into the park.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Didn't even get a chance to set up!" Doug,
being more cautious, took the time to have a look around first.
"Scott..." he called to his partner, eyeing a building a
few blocks to the south.
"What Now!?!" he looked back noticing that everyone
appeared to be looking up at something.
"Take a look at that." Doug pointed up to a nasty
message scrawled in red spray paint across two buildings.
Starting at 6 stories high, and spanning two buildings, it read:
SCOTT, DON'T THINK I'VE FORGOTTEN
YOU. YOUR LITTLE ASS BELONGS TO ME!!
STEPHANIE
"That's just great," he replied throwing his arms up.
"That's just fuckin' great! Yer the one who beat her on the head
with your pistol. How come she's got it in for me?"
"Looks like you have a fan." Doug chuckled.
"Oh, I've acquired a few over the years. Let me tell
you."
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End of Part 2