Giantess Stories – Goddess of The Amazons

By: Domina Cinara - July 17th, 2011

 
Legends told of a giant woman… a mythical creature of great beauty…
Taller than the trees, with long, muscular limbs and the curves of a goddess.
Many times the length of a mortal, both in terms of height and lifespan…
This giantess ruled a tribe of fierce Amazons… tall women warriors…
Who would mark and hunt men to be brought to her for sacrifice.

 

Goddess of The Amazons – Part I

 

Giantess Stories

(By: Domina Cinara) The original version of this was done some time ago, back when I first started writing Giantess stories. It was written in the standard vein of those old Twilight Zone episodes where an arrogant fool stumbles down a path to his own well deserved destruction. While not as erotic or fetish heavy as other Giantess stories I’ve done, it was the first and so seems a good place to begin again. The basic story remains the same, but the telling is quite different since I‘ve rewritten it greatly.

The main character takes some inspiration from a certain Giantess Phone Sex caller of mine who also had a male humiliation fetish.

 
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When you were young the pretty girls in school never took any notice of you. You were clumsy, small and nerdy… and they were too busy giggling over the bad boys and athletes to even know you were there.

But you knew you were destined for great things, and you knew the day would come when it would be you laughing at the worthless nothings they would grow up to become. While they lived their little lives of teenage glory, basking in the fleeting adulation of a small school… you dreamed of the future and worked hard to make those dreams come true.

Sure they laughed at you and played their jokes, but while they scored on the football field and basketball court, you scored in the classroom. The fools mocked you for it, but you knew that once high school was over, all they would have is memories. Yeah, it hurt to be left out, and you grew to hate them for how they treated you… but the loneliness removed all distraction, and the growing bitterness helped you focus on success and revenge.

Years later, all that anger driven hard work had paid off big. No one called you names now, other than “Sir”… and everyone wanted to be your friend. Those who displeased you in the slightest bit, you destroyed… and you had not forgotten a single name from your past. You kept the long list of offenses your high school classmates had foolishly committed against you fresh in your mind over the years. And you paid that debt back many times over.

Wealthy was a word that hardly came close to describing what you had become. Rich beyond the wildest dreams of the shallowest “it-girl”, able to own anything and anyone you wanted. Cars, planes, penthouses, and of course, the finest women… all for sale… all yours to enjoy in whatever way you desired… and then throw away as soon as you tired of them in the slightest.

Men who would once have laughed at you, now bowed and scrapped before you, envious of your position and prestige. Many you’d hire, just to enjoy breaking them down into sycophantic toadies desperate to win approval and keep their jobs. Some you’d hire just so you could enjoy firing them when they were most in need.

Women like those who used to ignore you, now fawned over you, throwing themselves at your money and power, offering their bodies up to whatever you demanded of them. You demanded much… and your money cleaned up whatever mess you might leave behind. Even if they weren’t the same pretty little girls who had shunned you in your youth… they were still beautiful women, and beautiful women are all the same.

But there was one dream from your childhood you had not made reality. The one you had most often gone to – that of owning your own private world… perhaps some deeply hidden spot or a secluded island rarely visited. A place where you could truly do as you pleased, with no thought to legal consequences or the ever growing number of cameras those media dogs sent to hunt you. Yours to rule over as more than just owner, but sole lord and master.

(…continued in Part IIGiantess Stories – The Mysterious Tall Woman’s Offer)

 
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The stories of this giantess and her tribe of Amazon huntresses…
Spread far beyond the locale of her hidden realm, as tales are wont to do with time.
Becoming the basis of all the Amazon stories of the world, spread by the travels of ancient peoples.
And the giantess at the core of these stories, came to life within the mythologies of these cultures…
Incorporated into the pantheons and morality tales of numerous ancient religions…
As a mighty goddess of destruction, retribution and final judgment.

 
Do you dream of being a slave to a giant woman?
Why sit and dream when you’re fantasy could so easily come true with me.
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