Story: A Modern Giantess In A Medieval Court
This story was inspired by a collage by someone called Mister Miller on another forum I frequent. I'll attach it to this post. My mind just went wild and started writing a story around it.
I was once fairly prolific in the GTS genre but this story is one of the few I've written in years in the Giantess genre.
A MODERN GIANTESS IN A MEDIEVAL COURT
She did not know what her name was or how she got there. She just knew
that she felt like she was falling and here she was. She was in a clearing
surrounded by trees in the distance. They had to be quite a distance to be
so small. But as she climbed to her feet, she realized that they were very
close. Strange, she thought. They looked like trees but they must only be
bushes. The next thing she noticed was that she was naked. Her form was
perfect if she thought so herself. Somehow that didn’t seem to ring entirely
true. Her muscles looked toned and fairly large. Her breasts were so full and
large that she had to bend to see her feet. She was just trying to figure out
what was going on when she heard, “Stop and account for yourself, demonic
She looked around, trying to tell where the voice was coming from. Then she
felt a slight pain in her ankle. She looked down.
“What in the name of…?” she thought.
There seemed to be a man down there. She bent and looked closer. My
God, she thought. He’s wearing armor and he’s on horseback. Even on
horseback, he barely reached her knees. He spurred the horse forward and
impaled the lance he carried into her. She yelped in pain and reacted. She
slapped him and he went crashing off the horse. The animal itself turned and
bolted down the road, presumably back to the stables it came from. The
man was struggling to get up. A wicked smile crossed her face and she
raised her foot.
“Oh dear God, please no!” he cried.
She lowered her foot and started putting her weight on it. Ever so slowly,
the metal armor started creaking and giving.
“No, please,” he begged. “I’ll do anything. I’ll worship you.”
As much as every fiber of her being was begging her to crush him and she
wanted to enjoy the sensation, there was also something delicious about the
begging. Besides, she needed to take control of her instincts and get some
“If I let you live, you’ll be my slave?” she asked. “Because that’s the only
way you’ll live.”
“Yes, yes, anything,” he begged.
“What is your name?” she said.
“Sir Loch,” he gasped.
A wicked smile crossed her face.
“Not any more, little man. From now on, your name is Metal-Top.”
The guards on the wall of Castle Campania were too shocked at first to
sound the alarm. From a long distance, they saw the woman approaching.
From almost a mile away, they could make out her features as if she was
within ten feet of them. She was absolutely gorgeous beyond any woman
they had ever seen. She had no blemishes or imperfections of any kind. Her
breasts were large, even in proportion to her overall body size, beyond
anything they had ever seen. She was toned and tanned with muscles that
they seldom saw on a woman and certainly not on a gorgeous one. She
looked to be in her early twenties with long dark hair almost to her hips and
brown eyes, very large brown eyes. As she got closer, they began to realize
how big she was. She must have towered fifty feet tall. The roof of the
castle came only to her shoulders. That she was stark naked only enhanced
the effect it was having on them. Then they looked down and their blood
froze. Staggering along behind and to her side was a knight. They knew it
was a knight because he was wearing the top part of a suit of armor from
the hips up. He was naked from the hips down. His arms were pinned to his
sides by having a lance wrapped around them and she was leading him on a
leash that was tied around his neck. He was not wearing the helmet
though. She wanted his face exposed, the better to humiliate him.
“I’d order you to open the gates,” she laughed. “But I’d never fit through
them. Instead I’ll just call on you to surrender.”
She would never know if it was stupidity or social conditioning but one of the
guards said, “We do not take orders from women, save the Queen.”
“She may be saved,” the Giantess snapped. “But you won’t be.”
With a fast movement, she grabbed the guard and lifted him.
“No, please, mercy,” he cried.
“I’m hearing that a lot lately,” she said. “And I love hearing it.”
Then she got a mock pouting look on her face.
“Aw, I’m sorry, little man. I do hear that a lot lately and I do love it but, this
mercy thing, I can only do that once a day and I’ve already done it today.”
Then she lifted him as high as she could and opened her hand, enjoying
watching him fall the sixty feet or so to the ground.
“I don’t think all the King’s horses and all the King’s men can put Humpty-
Dumpty together again. Too bad, so sad.”
She loved the sound as he hit the ground but, at the same time, she
wondered where that reference she just thought of had come from. Who
was this Humpty-Dumpty? No matter. All the King’s men and the King would
soon no longer be able to put themselves back together. She looked at the
Go tell your King…”
Then she stopped and laughed at the petrified guard.
“Oh, nevermind. If he doesn’t know something’s going on by now, he’s
She grabbed the guard and set him down on the grass outside the castle.
She placed her foot over him, covering his entire body. Then she slowly, oh
so slowly, began to increase the amount of her weight that she was bringing
down on that foot. Begging turned to screams of pain and then to agony
and mortal terror as bones broke and blood spurted until, finally, her foot
reached the ground and she wiped it off in the grass. She noticed that the
other man she had dropped was still alive, lying broken in the grass. She
lifted her foot but then thought better of it.
“Naw, I’ll save you for later- if you’re still around.”
Then she turned to the commotion as people headed towards the castle
The Giantess looked over the castle walls and saw a gathering of men,
surrounding one man to protect him. One of the men stepped forwards.
“State who or what you are and your business here,” he said.
“Oh with the giving orders,” she mocked. “As I walked here, I saw all the
peasants living in poverty and the women pretty much subjugated. So my
business is- surrender now and beg for your lives and maybe, just maybe, I
won’t crush you all to powder.”
“Such insolence,” the man they were protecting said. “What is your name?”
The Giantess paused.
“That’s funny. I don’t know. A strange word keeps coming to my mind.
Medieval? No. Modern? Yes, that’s it. Modern.”
“Morgan, you say?”
“Hmm, close enough,” she said. “Now what’s your answer?”
“No, woman called Morgan,” he said. “We will not yield before a demon,
however large. Nor will we kneel before a – woman.”
He almost spat the word out.
“What’s your name?” Morgan asked.
“I am Artorius, formerly of Rome, now independent ruler of the Britons,” he
“Cool,” she smiled. “I like to know who I’m stomping- sometimes.”
Then she pulled back and hit the stones of the castle with her palms. They
didn’t give immediately so she hit them again and then again. They were
starting to slowly give.
“Wow, I am strong even for my size,” she said. “But this is taking too long.”
She easily hopped and pulled herself up to the top of the castle. Parts
began giving under her weight as the men below gasped and staggered
“Hmm, maybe I should go on a diet,” she joked. “My figure looks perfect but
a girl likes to think of herself as being light.”
She landed inside the castle and towered over the men.
“Now then, your highness, what were you saying?”
“I- I- I- I-“ he stammered.
She lifted her foot, wiggled her toes in front of the men, and then swept
them aside with a swing of her foot.
“I believe you will probably be saying things about mercy and please you’ll do
anything and then some really horrible screaming. But hey, let’s find out.”
She lifted her foot and he raised his sword. She just swung her foot around
to one side and knocked him over then put her foot on him. He landed face
down and she flexed her toes, pushing his face into the dirt. Then she
flipped him over. She put her toes on his legs and wiggled them. He
screamed in pain.
“My knees, my knees.”
“Yes they are your knees,” she said.
She pressed down and there were twin snapping sounds. He sat bolt upright
and screamed in agony.
“Oh, correction,” she giggled. “They were your knees.”
Then she covered him with her right foot and very slowly started increasing
the pressure. He screamed and writhed.
“Please, mercy, I’ll do anything, please. Aggh! Oooooww! Pleeeaaaaiiii!”
“See, I told you. I so wish people would just believe me,” she pouted.
She rose up and balanced on her right foot, putting all of her weight on it.
There were the sounds of cracking bones and the screams of agony turned
to choking sounds and finally stopped altogether. She wiped her foot on the
“Grass is better,” she said. “Now then, who wants to be next?”
The men all dropped to their hands and knees and started begging.
“Now there you go,” she mocked. “Sometimes all it takes is one simple
The men continued groveling until she said, “Okay, okay, enough already. I
have work for you to do. You’ll do it naked of course. Wait, let me think this
out. You and you and you will be naked.”
She indicated three of the younger knights that were in good condition.
“The rest of you can keep your clothes on. In fact, please do. Now, I’ll
need some clothing made for my size and not this stuff you wear. Something
with a little style, nice and revealing. Those not doing that will have the job
of providing me with food and drinks.”
As they hurried to obey, she remembered Metal-Top as she called him. She
pulled him around in front of her by his leash.
“I am so ashamed,” he moaned. “I chose to live and suffer these indignities.
I was the greatest knight of the realm.”
She gave him a playful kick in the butt. It was playful for her but he groaned
in pain and humiliation.
“Life’s a bitch, little metal man,” she mocked. “And so am I. But if you want,
we can let you die instead?”
“No, no,” he whimpered.
He groveled and began kissing her gigantic toes.
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” she said. “Just keep licking,
little knight. I need to relax and try to figure out who I am and where I come
from. Hmm, I wonder if that first guy I dropped from the castle wall is still
alive out there? Ah well, if he is, I’ll let him season for a while. Now then,
Most definitely to be continued...