It was turning into late afternoon and Wilbur was thankful that the sun had finally finished it's path past the lone wall he was hiding behind. His hiding place had become uncomfortably hot and he struggled to keep his place despite the blisters forming up and down the length of his body. He peeked out from a hole in his cover, focusing on the spot far across from his position where he knew Earl was resting; the lead pipe in his hand was cool as he tightened his grip around one end of it and continued to listen. The shadows extended over him as the as time clicked away.

  There was crunching off in the distance; Wilbur felt the breath leave his body as heard the sound of a motorcycle being compacted beneath a monstrous weight. He felt the concrete wall behind him vibrate. It pulsated through his body with the resonating of giant footfalls.

  Laura was coming closer. She was coming for him.

  The shadows shifted, the inky darkness of something huge passed over him. Wilbur wasn't sure which direction it had drifted; whether she was behind the wall and cast a greater shade than the hollowed shell of the gas station, or if she was standing in front of him, sensing his miserable presence. He sat quiet, praying it would go away; praying that he be left in solitude until dark when he could make his escape under cover of night. He still had the pipe, he still had his little 'insurance policy' if needed.

  Laura's steps sounded again. They echoed around him with their power. The power of a titanic, one-hundred foot woman whose very mood demanded retribution against those that had persecuted her throughout her life. The only justice being the deaths of those that were against her.

  Wilbur knew that he was in that number; him and Earl both who treated everybody with indifference and slight disdain. He knew he deserved what was coming; he deserved it for being callous and compassionless towards others. Gouging the townspeople of their money for goods that were not worth what he charged because he knew they had no choice. Denying food to those that needed it the most because they couldn't afford his prices while he allowed those he thought were closest to him their choice picks at the snack counter.

  And for what?

  He had saved a good pile of money that was useless to him. All it did was start the cycle anew while he counted his savings during the interim. Now his greed was coming back to haunt him.

  Well, that and because he was one of the people who had hit the hardest when the giantess was their captive. And maybe it was his idea that they showcase her as a freakshow act.

  It seemed like a good plan at the time.

  It was becoming warmer. Wilbur felt the sweat begin to form once again on his brow and he knew in his beating heart that it was not the sun that heated him. Laura was near, unbearably near. The heat radiated from her tan skin as the muscles in her legs tensed with her steps. He could envision the slight diamond shape in her calves shifting from leg to leg as she tip toed though the streets. He heard them padding against the smooth sidewalk, endlessly searching.

  Wilbur knew that now was the time. His only hope in avoiding discovery was to put his plan into action. He peeked out again from his hiding place, silent as a rat that hunted it's crumbs. He had a wide view of the interior of the station; the roof was gone along with one of the walls. Earl was still huddled in his corner; across an endless sea of burned rubble and metal debris underneath the door he had found. He waited for Wilbur to tell him it was okay to come out. Wilbur smiled.

  Laura was somewhere behind him, behind that wall and he felt her. He lifted a shaded window pane and gave his arm the leverage it needed to swing the lead pipe he had in a wide circle. When he released it, it sailed away in a graceful arc until it collided with a decaying shelf of motor oil. The shelf collapsed and the metal cans tumbled onto the floor where they startled Earl with their clambering. Wilbur giggled as he watched him shuffle around in near hysterics as the noise continued.

  The ground shook. Laura turned on the ball of her foot and pounced. There was a tremendous tremor as her feet hit the ground. Loose bits of plastic bottles and stripped bolts rumbled across the floor with her weight. Wilbur could hear Earl's sudden shrieks as he knew she had landed nearby. He watched the muscles in her legs ripple as she shifted her weight towards the sound. Her bent knees were smooth and tan; Wilbur watched with rapt interest as she pointed one leg towards him. Her thin skirt was riding up her thighs and he saw the plush and round curves of the lower half of her posterior, the skin as dark and lightly muscular as the rest of her.

  Laura's stomach was tensed as she scanned the small area before her with the alacrity and mannerisms of a hawk. Her firm breasts were at attention as she held her arms at her side. Her face was shrouded from sight by the light curls of her brown hair that fell about her shoulders. The whole posture gave her back a slight arch that tensed the muscles there as well.

  Earl cried out once more and she thrust her hand downward. The dark lines that traced her bicep bulged as her fingers broke through the flimsy door that covered him and he began to scream.

  She plucked Earl's flailing body from it's hole and Wilbur stared at the look of abject terror that contorted his face. He beat futilely against her long fingers, desperately trying to squirm his way free as she just smiled down on him with bared teeth that could bite him in half with the slightest hint of effort.

  Laura began to stand. Her broad shoulders rose past Wilbur's field of view and were soon followed by her bare torso until all her could see were the long and toned pillars of her legs. Her feet, thin and delicate by normal standards, stretched over a wide area of the scorched linoleum floor. Her long toes curled slightly, pressing heavily down into the black and white tiling and cracking the dulling finish. He heard Earl cry out again and he struggled to see what was transpiring so far above. Something tumbled away from him as one of his covers tilted and friction gave way to gravity.

  A small piece of cardboard that was stuck had slipped loose and Wilbur froze. He suddenly remembered the meaning of his distraction and felt a wave of claustrophobia grip him. His stomach began to turn, the acid eating away at the fragile lining as the impulse trembled through his nerves to just run. He had meant to moments earlier when Earl was being captured but the horrific beauty of it all had enraptured him.

  And now it might be too late. He had to take that chance, for staying there was sheer suicide. Earl screamed again and he heard the deep and sensual sound of Laura's laughter. It filled her chest and shook her breasts with mirth as she reveled in the power she held over her captive. Wilbur's hands were trembling, he clenched them into fists and quickly pushed his covers away; he didn't look back as he slipped around the wall and began to run.

  His heart pounded in his chest. Earl screams rose in pitch and Wilbur heard the source of it fall sharply, plummeting to the ground until it quickly extinguished with a gruesome crunching after Laura had lifted her hand in the air and tipped it over. She had dropped him from over one hundred feet before turning her head to see her next victim making a run for his life.

  Wilbur felt the ground shake, he almost lost his footing but he braced himself with a steadying arm against the warm asphalt and continued to run. Laura was chasing him; he knew he was done for but he continued onward despite his impending doom. There was a crash and suddenly the arch of a giant foot landed in front of him.

  Wilbur slammed into it with the full force of his speed; the tan skin was soft and connected to a long leg with a hard ankle that jutted out as an impenetrable barrier. His eyes slid up her calve to the slight curve of her knee and towards her inner thigh. High above, her skirt fluttered in the warm breeze. Past that were the firm outlines of her chest that floated still as her smiling face peered over them; the sun glowing behind it all.

  The rubber of his sneakers slipped on the ground as he pushed himself back up to his feet. He turned around and ran back the way he had come, screaming feebly. He heard the gravel squish beneath her soles as she turned and her foot crashed down again. Wilbur hit this one closer to her toes and tripped over them. His face bounced rhythmically in the gaps between the long digits and he quickly came to rest, his cheek pressing against the shiny hardness of one of her nails.

  Laura wiggled them slightly and he was lifted roughly into the air before dropping back down upon them as she laughed far above.

  He rolled over onto his back and looked up at her. He could make out the deep blue of her crystal irises as they gazed down on him with playful amusement. Her fingers were drumming against the skin of her waist as her palms slowly stroked her sides. Laura smiled once, she ran her tongue over her drying lips and they began to sparkle again, then lifted her foot with her captive still atop it.

  She quickly curled her toes and he fell to the ground, a short drop but it knocked the wind from his lungs just the same. Wilbur saw stars in his vision as he tried to rub his aching tailbone.

  "TIME TO SAY GOODBYE NOW WILBUR."

  Wilbur saw the sky begin to darken as her foot blocked out the sunlight. He tried to scramble backwards but she thrust down her leg and he was quickly pinned beneath the warmth of her pink sole. It had the softness of suede as it enveloped him, surrounding him in darkness. He could hear her faint giggling as she pressed his fragile body into the ground.

  Laura closed her eyes, concentrating on the struggling man beneath her foot. His flailing arms tickled her and brought a slight smile to her face. The feeling of overwhelming power filled her senses and she breathed it in as it sent mild stimulation through her skin. She brushed the tip of a stiffening nipple with her fingers and she shivered before slowly increasing the pressure from her thigh.

  Wilbur felt blood pound though his hands and feet. His neck felt like it was swelling tremendously from the building stress. His skin burned a bright red as he fought to breathe. He beat his fists against the soft underside of her foot as well as he could with them being pinned to the ground. His knee cracked, the bone splitting under the strain and he cried out. His only answer was another soft giggle from the powerful giantess. A giggle that echoed a girl's laughter as she played with her first set of dolls.

  Tears welled up in his clenched eyes; they poured out in thin rivers down the sun-dried wrinkles in his face. A rib snapped, quickly followed by the rest on his left side. Each sharp end was force inward, stabbing at the tender organs beneath. He felt a distant popping and the pain in his head eased. The sound of his own screaming began to grow fainter as his eyes wavered open; one of them was staining a deep red as the pupil began to dilate. He stopped resisting, giving in to the pain and just thinking the same words to himself over and over; all the while to the backdrop of Laura's light-hearted giggling.

  It will end soon. It will end soon. It will end soon.

  There was another cracking as the bones of his mandible gave way. They were joined by crumbling vertebrae and a small gush as his skin burst to release his rupturing innards.

  Laura's foot touched the ground and she opened her eyes again. She licked her fingers, tasting the light sweat from her breast, and smirked as she twitched her nose. Far below, a bright red trail was beginning to seep out from beneath her heel. She just began walking, her hips swaying as her light hair bounced about her shoulders.

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