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07-26-2004, 8:14 AM
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The Island chapter 4
by Kathy Castro
She raised her gigantic foot off of her victim, and slowly,
carefully, walked away departing the town, leaving the earth to shake
in her path and footprints of blood for others to see in their
nightmares.
The King and his entourage gathered at the place where the spy had
been.
The cobblestones there were deeply compressed.
As with the boy, there was nothing left but shreds of burst clothing
and human grease.
A mashed clump of bloody hair marked where the spy's head had been.
The spy's smashed remains were spread over a much larger area than
the boy's had been, probably, thought the King, because after she had
stepped down, she had cruelly ground the spy under her gigantic foot.
"Look," said one man in awe, "the chains that held his
wrists and ankles have been crushed into the stone!."
"My God," thought the King, "what a weapon she will be
for us."
***** Only the King, his senior ministers, and workers carrying food
were allowed to venture to the cave of the Giantess.
Syla was not among this select group.
But he had heard rumors.
Special powders, he had been told, were being put in the Giantess'
food.
She had soon begun to crave these powders and was becoming more
malleable in the Kings hands.
These powders were also said to be changing her behavior.
She was coming to care less and less about the people she was asked
to destroy.
Indeed, Syla could remember the last three executions he had been
forced to attend.
Each was worse than the one before.
For a time, each criminal or anti-loyalist who had been sentenced to
die, had met the same fate as the spy.
The Giantess raised her foot and then brought it down, making human
grease out of what had been a human being.
But six days ago, there was a noticeable difference.
Before crushing her victim, a thief who had stolen some bread, the
Giantess terrorized him unmercifully.
She had stood to her full height directly over the helpless man who,
like her first victim the spy, had been chained down in the square.
She raised her huge foot over the tiny man and just held it there
while he screamed for mercy.
She seemed to relish his terror and dragged out the execution for
some length of time.
Syla remembered, with a shiver, the terrifying things she had said to
her tiny victim while she was holding her enormous foot over him.
She had said cruelly,"LOOK TINY MAN AT WHAT'S GOING TO CRUSH
YOU! ONLY NINE OTHER MEN HAVE SEEN SUCH A SIGHT AS THE BOTTOM OF MY
HUGE FOOT RAISED OVER THEM, AND ALL OF THEM ARE NOW GREASE SPOTS! YOU
ARE ABOUT TO JOIN THEM! PREPARE TO BE CRUSHED LIKE THE BUG THAT YOU
ARE!
As the poor man begged, she said, "SILENCE YOU WORM! YOU SHOULD
FEEL HONORED TO BE CRUSHED UNDER THE FOOT OF SO GREAT A GODDESS AS
MYSELF."
Once she had lowered her enormous foot onto him, she teased him by
applying some small amount of weight and then letting up, and
repeating this many times.
Each time she pressed down, she would bait him with her words,
"CRUSH, CRUSH, LITTLE MAN," or "NOW I'M GOING TO PUT
DOWN ALL MY WEIGHT," or "THIS IS IT LITTLE WORM, SQUISH,
SQUISH," and finally she said, "LICK THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT,
YOU WORM. LICK HARD ENOUGH THAT I CAN FEEL YOU OR I'LL STEP DOWN
RIGHT NOW!"
Once he was licking hard enough, she said, "GOOD! NOW I PROMISE
YOU, WHEN YOU STOP LICKING I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOU TO DEATH! UNTIL
THEN, YOU CAN LIVE."
In the twilight beneath the expansive underside of her gigantic foot,
the terrified man licked and licked at a small part of the enormous
wrinkled sole which rested just inches above his face like the closed
lid of a coffin.
He licked very hard so that she could feel it. Her giant foot tasted
salty.
A shudder of terror went through him as he wondered if he might be
licking a stain of human remains from one of the nine others who had
had the life crushed from their bodies beneath this titanic foot.
She laughed, "HEY, THAT TICKLES!"
He stopped. "IF YOU STOP AGAIN," she said teasingly,
"I'M GOING TO STAND ON YOU!" Then she laughed and laughed.
The terrified man began to lick, and he kept licking until his tongue
was raw.
Then he stopped for just a second and her huge foot began to crush
down. He screamed for mercy and started licking again as hard and
rapidly as he could.
Soon his tongue was bleeding.
Once again he hesitated, and once again she immediately began to
crush him.
Quickly, he licked some more until he was is so much pain that he
couldn't continue.
He cried out for mercy, his horrible bloody and swollen tongue making
his words difficult to decipher.
Syla remembered with horror how, as the poor man slowly disappeared
from sight beneath the press of her enormous foot, he had seen him
desperately trying to start licking once again. But, the sickening
crackle and crunch that followed, was to be the last evidence of the
thief's existence on earth.
When she had finished grinding him beneath her awesome weight and had
raised her gigantic foot, what was left of her victim was, as usual,
too horrible to look at.
A few days later, came her next victim. Again, Syla saw evidence that
the Giantess had grown more sadistic and uncaring.
He feared that she might even be starting to enjoy her role as the
King's executioner.
All of this helped to confirm his suspicions that she was being
drugged.
The luckless man was a former minister of the King's who had spoken
out against the brutality.
When the Giantess approached the crowd gathered as always.
It was even larger than before, confirming the King's prediction that
his people would develop a taste for these shows, once they had
gotten over their initial revulsion.
TO BE CONTINUED...
The Island chapter 4
by Kathy Castro
She raised her gigantic foot off of her victim, and slowly,
carefully, walked away departing the town, leaving the earth to shake
in her path and footprints of blood for others to see in their
nightmares.
The King and his entourage gathered at the place where the spy had
been.
The cobblestones there were deeply compressed.
As with the boy, there was nothing left but shreds of burst clothing
and human grease.
A mashed clump of bloody hair marked where the spy's head had been.
The spy's smashed remains were spread over a much larger area than
the boy's had been, probably, thought the King, because after she had
stepped down, she had cruelly ground the spy under her gigantic foot.
"Look," said one man in awe, "the chains that held his
wrists and ankles have been crushed into the stone!."
"My God," thought the King, "what a weapon she will be
for us."
***** Only the King, his senior ministers, and workers carrying food
were allowed to venture to the cave of the Giantess.
Syla was not among this select group.
But he had heard rumors.
Special powders, he had been told, were being put in the Giantess'
food.
She had soon begun to crave these powders and was becoming more
malleable in the Kings hands.
These powders were also said to be changing her behavior.
She was coming to care less and less about the people she was asked
to destroy.
Indeed, Syla could remember the last three executions he had been
forced to attend.
Each was worse than the one before.
For a time, each criminal or anti-loyalist who had been sentenced to
die, had met the same fate as the spy.
The Giantess raised her foot and then brought it down, making human
grease out of what had been a human being.
But six days ago, there was a noticeable difference.
Before crushing her victim, a thief who had stolen some bread, the
Giantess terrorized him unmercifully.
She had stood to her full height directly over the helpless man who,
like her first victim the spy, had been chained down in the square.
She raised her huge foot over the tiny man and just held it there
while he screamed for mercy.
She seemed to relish his terror and dragged out the execution for
some length of time.
Syla remembered, with a shiver, the terrifying things she had said to
her tiny victim while she was holding her enormous foot over him.
She had said cruelly,"LOOK TINY MAN AT WHAT'S GOING TO CRUSH
YOU! ONLY NINE OTHER MEN HAVE SEEN SUCH A SIGHT AS THE BOTTOM OF MY
HUGE FOOT RAISED OVER THEM, AND ALL OF THEM ARE NOW GREASE SPOTS! YOU
ARE ABOUT TO JOIN THEM! PREPARE TO BE CRUSHED LIKE THE BUG THAT YOU
ARE!
As the poor man begged, she said, "SILENCE YOU WORM! YOU SHOULD
FEEL HONORED TO BE CRUSHED UNDER THE FOOT OF SO GREAT A GODDESS AS
MYSELF."
Once she had lowered her enormous foot onto him, she teased him by
applying some small amount of weight and then letting up, and
repeating this many times.
Each time she pressed down, she would bait him with her words,
"CRUSH, CRUSH, LITTLE MAN," or "NOW I'M GOING TO PUT
DOWN ALL MY WEIGHT," or "THIS IS IT LITTLE WORM, SQUISH,
SQUISH," and finally she said, "LICK THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT,
YOU WORM. LICK HARD ENOUGH THAT I CAN FEEL YOU OR I'LL STEP DOWN
RIGHT NOW!"
Once he was licking hard enough, she said, "GOOD! NOW I PROMISE
YOU, WHEN YOU STOP LICKING I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOU TO DEATH! UNTIL
THEN, YOU CAN LIVE."
In the twilight beneath the expansive underside of her gigantic foot,
the terrified man licked and licked at a small part of the enormous
wrinkled sole which rested just inches above his face like the closed
lid of a coffin.
He licked very hard so that she could feel it. Her giant foot tasted
salty.
A shudder of terror went through him as he wondered if he might be
licking a stain of human remains from one of the nine others who had
had the life crushed from their bodies beneath this titanic foot.
She laughed, "HEY, THAT TICKLES!"
He stopped. "IF YOU STOP AGAIN," she said teasingly,
"I'M GOING TO STAND ON YOU!" Then she laughed and laughed.
The terrified man began to lick, and he kept licking until his tongue
was raw.
Then he stopped for just a second and her huge foot began to crush
down. He screamed for mercy and started licking again as hard and
rapidly as he could.
Soon his tongue was bleeding.
Once again he hesitated, and once again she immediately began to
crush him.
Quickly, he licked some more until he was is so much pain that he
couldn't continue.
He cried out for mercy, his horrible bloody and swollen tongue making
his words difficult to decipher.
Syla remembered with horror how, as the poor man slowly disappeared
from sight beneath the press of her enormous foot, he had seen him
desperately trying to start licking once again. But, the sickening
crackle and crunch that followed, was to be the last evidence of the
thief's existence on earth.
When she had finished grinding him beneath her awesome weight and had
raised her gigantic foot, what was left of her victim was, as usual,
too horrible to look at.
A few days later, came her next victim. Again, Syla saw evidence that
the Giantess had grown more sadistic and uncaring.
He feared that she might even be starting to enjoy her role as the
King's executioner.
All of this helped to confirm his suspicions that she was being
drugged.
The luckless man was a former minister of the King's who had spoken
out against the brutality.
When the Giantess approached the crowd gathered as always.
It was even larger than before, confirming the King's prediction that
his people would develop a taste for these shows, once they had
gotten over their initial revulsion.
TO BE CONTINUED...