Rachel declines Noah's offer
“Sp-special show?” Rachel stammered, looking up into Noah’s piercing eyes. “What d-do you mean by special s-show?”
Noah rolled his eyes in slow motion while letting out a little sigh. He looked down at Rachel as if she was a child. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” He moved his eyes, Rachel following his gaze, down towards his foot.
The beach house, which was more like a mansion, but in Rachel’s mind it was considered more like a humble home, was about the size of a small pimple. The home stretched from the white sands and extended a little ways in the loosely dense tropical jungle. Noah’s foot, being as titanic as it was, went from shore well into the jungle. Stepping on the home was like the equivalent of a tactical airstrike taking out a shed.
“I…I don’t think I want the special show,” Rachel forced a nervous laugh.
“Oh come on,” Noah’s deep voice invaded her ears, as well as the fifty party goers still on the beach. “You know you want to see me wicked.” Noah lifted and moved his foot over the women on the beach. They began to scream and run as his foot hovered above them like an alien mother ship taking over their planet. At over a mile across, trying to outrun his foot would take the fastest Lilly woman about 8 minutes of fast running to clear. Despite this, they ran and screamed. “Do you hear them? Give me the word and I’ll crush them all at once. Then you won’t hear them screaming anymore.”
Rachel felt like she was in a trance as she listened to Noah’s voice overpower the screams of the women below. Her heart fluttered and was beating as hard as Lauren’s heart as she ran across her private beach. Regrets flooded Lauren’s mind as she felt incredible stupidity for inviting a Brobby to her island.
“You have the power now, Rachel.” He held Rachel’s full attention. “I’m just a conduit for your deepest, darkest desires.”
Rachel slowly closed her eyes and isolated the screams of her friends that she heard over the headset. She could hear Lauren’s real voice going hoarse from all the pleas and begging she was doing. Lauren offered Noah more money, property, and land as she ran and tripped on the sandy beach. Rachel laughed at how pathetic her rich and powerful friend sounded.
“I have the power?” Rachel’s voice didn’t sound as meek as before.
“You have the power,” Noah confirmed.
“Then don’t step on them.”
A huge grin formed on Noah as he could hear a pinch of confidence from the little speck. “As you wish.”
Noah removed his foot and dropped to his knees; half in the ocean and half on the strip of beach. Between his legs, occupying a small square millimeter, were the 50 women including Lauren panting in relief as the orange sunlight touch her skin instead of the darkness of Noah’s soles.
“Don’t be so scared little women,” Noah enthused. “This is all part of the show. Don’t you feel fucking alive right now? Don’t you feel so pathetically small under me?” As Noah spoke, the bulge behind his black undies expanded. “Don’t you feel blessed, that a god has spared you? That deemed you worthy to live another day. Well, don’t thank me so fast, this little bachelorette decided to spare you. So you should thank her and pray to her.”
Noah lowered his finger to the beach in front of the exhausted women and ever-so-lightly tipped it forward so that Rachel gracefully fell to the sandy beach. She received confused looks from her friends. After all, they were unsure whether to thank her for saving their lives, or pissed at her for taking so damn long to come up a decision that would save their lives.
“I said pray to her.” Noah didn’t exactly yell, but his voice was like thunder times a hundred. A literal god giving the Lilliputian women a command from the heavens. A god who could turn wrathful on a dime. “I see you clear as day,” (magnified thanks to his eyepiece) “and if you don’t start kneeling to Rachel and praying to her—well, you don’t want to find out what I’ll do, let’s say.”
Hesitation overcame the women. Most looked at Lauren for guidance, though she was unwilling to be brought down to dirt, she complied in fear of the six mile giant. Rachel showed no expression as she looked down at her bare feet, sinking into the powdery sand slightly. About a foot away was her friend Shannon, already on her knees with her hands in front of her chest, palms together. Next to her was Lauren, begrudgingly murmuring something to herself as she looked at Rachel as if it was her fault.
“Holy hell, am I having fun or what?” Noah said with smiles and gusto. “Aren’t you girls having fun? How’s our benevolent bachelorette doing?”
Rachel was unsure how to answer. “I’m good.”
Lauren shut her headset off and in a loud hush said, “tell him to stop.” Rachel turned her head from the sky to look at Lauren. “Tell him to stop this.” She ordered.
Rachel looked towards the ground, as if she was ashamed for something. After all, she had her closest friends on their knees, praying to her.
“Uhm, Noah.”
“Yes, my little master.” He lowered his chiselled face closer to the beach. “What would like me to do next? It’s your day after all.”
Rachel felt warmth coming off Noah, not just because of his physical body heat, but the way he smiled and talked to her that made her feel so at ease, unlike what her friends were feeling. The way he bent down and listened to her, Rachel almost felt like she had a leash on him. Lauren kept murmuring for her to make Noah stop.
“About that special show…?” Rachel cocked her head to side and looked up at him with a sultry half-smile.
Noah’s cock pulsated as this shy Lilliputian was fighting to break through her shell. He smiled malevolently as he said, “do you want to see the special show after all?”
Noah rolled his eyes in slow motion while letting out a little sigh. He looked down at Rachel as if she was a child. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” He moved his eyes, Rachel following his gaze, down towards his foot.
The beach house, which was more like a mansion, but in Rachel’s mind it was considered more like a humble home, was about the size of a small pimple. The home stretched from the white sands and extended a little ways in the loosely dense tropical jungle. Noah’s foot, being as titanic as it was, went from shore well into the jungle. Stepping on the home was like the equivalent of a tactical airstrike taking out a shed.
“I…I don’t think I want the special show,” Rachel forced a nervous laugh.
“Oh come on,” Noah’s deep voice invaded her ears, as well as the fifty party goers still on the beach. “You know you want to see me wicked.” Noah lifted and moved his foot over the women on the beach. They began to scream and run as his foot hovered above them like an alien mother ship taking over their planet. At over a mile across, trying to outrun his foot would take the fastest Lilly woman about 8 minutes of fast running to clear. Despite this, they ran and screamed. “Do you hear them? Give me the word and I’ll crush them all at once. Then you won’t hear them screaming anymore.”
Rachel felt like she was in a trance as she listened to Noah’s voice overpower the screams of the women below. Her heart fluttered and was beating as hard as Lauren’s heart as she ran across her private beach. Regrets flooded Lauren’s mind as she felt incredible stupidity for inviting a Brobby to her island.
“You have the power now, Rachel.” He held Rachel’s full attention. “I’m just a conduit for your deepest, darkest desires.”
Rachel slowly closed her eyes and isolated the screams of her friends that she heard over the headset. She could hear Lauren’s real voice going hoarse from all the pleas and begging she was doing. Lauren offered Noah more money, property, and land as she ran and tripped on the sandy beach. Rachel laughed at how pathetic her rich and powerful friend sounded.
“I have the power?” Rachel’s voice didn’t sound as meek as before.
“You have the power,” Noah confirmed.
“Then don’t step on them.”
A huge grin formed on Noah as he could hear a pinch of confidence from the little speck. “As you wish.”
Noah removed his foot and dropped to his knees; half in the ocean and half on the strip of beach. Between his legs, occupying a small square millimeter, were the 50 women including Lauren panting in relief as the orange sunlight touch her skin instead of the darkness of Noah’s soles.
“Don’t be so scared little women,” Noah enthused. “This is all part of the show. Don’t you feel fucking alive right now? Don’t you feel so pathetically small under me?” As Noah spoke, the bulge behind his black undies expanded. “Don’t you feel blessed, that a god has spared you? That deemed you worthy to live another day. Well, don’t thank me so fast, this little bachelorette decided to spare you. So you should thank her and pray to her.”
Noah lowered his finger to the beach in front of the exhausted women and ever-so-lightly tipped it forward so that Rachel gracefully fell to the sandy beach. She received confused looks from her friends. After all, they were unsure whether to thank her for saving their lives, or pissed at her for taking so damn long to come up a decision that would save their lives.
“I said pray to her.” Noah didn’t exactly yell, but his voice was like thunder times a hundred. A literal god giving the Lilliputian women a command from the heavens. A god who could turn wrathful on a dime. “I see you clear as day,” (magnified thanks to his eyepiece) “and if you don’t start kneeling to Rachel and praying to her—well, you don’t want to find out what I’ll do, let’s say.”
Hesitation overcame the women. Most looked at Lauren for guidance, though she was unwilling to be brought down to dirt, she complied in fear of the six mile giant. Rachel showed no expression as she looked down at her bare feet, sinking into the powdery sand slightly. About a foot away was her friend Shannon, already on her knees with her hands in front of her chest, palms together. Next to her was Lauren, begrudgingly murmuring something to herself as she looked at Rachel as if it was her fault.
“Holy hell, am I having fun or what?” Noah said with smiles and gusto. “Aren’t you girls having fun? How’s our benevolent bachelorette doing?”
Rachel was unsure how to answer. “I’m good.”
Lauren shut her headset off and in a loud hush said, “tell him to stop.” Rachel turned her head from the sky to look at Lauren. “Tell him to stop this.” She ordered.
Rachel looked towards the ground, as if she was ashamed for something. After all, she had her closest friends on their knees, praying to her.
“Uhm, Noah.”
“Yes, my little master.” He lowered his chiselled face closer to the beach. “What would like me to do next? It’s your day after all.”
Rachel felt warmth coming off Noah, not just because of his physical body heat, but the way he smiled and talked to her that made her feel so at ease, unlike what her friends were feeling. The way he bent down and listened to her, Rachel almost felt like she had a leash on him. Lauren kept murmuring for her to make Noah stop.
“About that special show…?” Rachel cocked her head to side and looked up at him with a sultry half-smile.
Noah’s cock pulsated as this shy Lilliputian was fighting to break through her shell. He smiled malevolently as he said, “do you want to see the special show after all?”
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June 8, 2023
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