Part 1

The Beast

Gorgon is a minotaur, and is exceptionally large for his kind. He stands 120 feet tall, and is massively built--from his enormously wide chest to his tree trunk-sized legs, he is a walking mountain of muscle. The coloration of his fur looks as black as night, and his eyes are the purest of white.

If his size was not intimidating enough, he has a evil look to his eyes which can make grown men fear for their lives, and sadistic smile might make you wonder what diabolical plans he has in store for you. He is most definitely aware of your presence, and he watches you, as if peering directly into your soul.

The Setting

Gorgon rumbles with evil amusement. "Somehow, I am not surprised."

( The thundering voice echoes through the streets and catches the attention of the normally stoic city-dwellers. They are astounded to see the brawny titan standing suddenly above them, towering over the citizenry and dwarfing them into insignificance. )

Gorgon takes a heavy step forward. Cars around him leap up into the air as the earth shakes. Many windows vibrate briefly before they shatter. Then he takes another.

( the earth lurches and flings many of the tiny creatures off their feet. Panic seizes them and they immediately begin to flee. Their movements are comical; they skitter madly almost like insects as they flow in a slow living tide away from your oncoming tread. As your mighty foot descends into their midst the crowd parts, forming a brief clearing into which your foot lands and sinks into the pavement. )

Gorgon rumbles with amusement--a sound like thunder to the insects below. Eyes as pale as Death's skeletal visage gazes down on the populace below, and he crouches to pick up a vehicle. It is like a toy in his great hand, and he stands, studying it for a moment before crushing it into a compact ball, then dropping it above the tiny specks below.

( the vehicle jerks in your hand as within it some tiny occupants fling themselves about in blind terror. They peer through the windows with bulging eyes and scream at the sight of your scornful gaze. Then your fingers rise up around them, your fist closes firmly around the frail metal shell, and the vehicle and its passengers are crushed in your powerful grip like nothing more than a soda can. As the wreckage crashes to the earth below the panic increases, with more and more tiny figures joining the great mass fighting to escape from you. )

Gorgon sneers down at the pathetic creatures, and spits to the side in contempt. Lifting one massive foot, he sends it crashing down with all his strength into the ground

( The crowd has grown much thicker now -- there is nowhere to run to, no way to get through the press of bodies on all sides. It is practically a sea of humanity now, a veritable carpet of tiny figures below you. There is wild activity in one spot, the puny beings falling upon one another and flailing. They throw their arms skyward, all shrieking in unison and staring at the bottom of your foot as you raise it over them. It rushes downward, growing huge until it fills the sky, and then it lands upon them. There is a terrible wet snapping sound and juice squirts out to the sides. You can very briefly feel them writhing against your sole, and then almost immediately the sensation becomes more like that of warm mud. )

Gorgon chuckles, and proceeds to make his way into the heart of the city, not caring what gets in his way. Be it small buildings, cars, or people, he will not be deterred from his enjoyment.

( the sounds of death or truly horrific as the scornful giant simply walks over the crowd, stepping on dozens of helpless citizens like bugs and leaving them crushed flat in his wake. Onlookers cower away from high windows as your meaty thighs sweep past, and then creep back to watch in horror as your towering form retreats. They crunch noisily beneath your tread, each step sounding like someone stepping down on thinly crusted snow. )

Gorgon pauses for a moment, then crouches down, peering into one of the so- called 'high' windows. Seeing the inhabitants in their tiny boxes, he stands, wrapping his arms around the building, and HEAVES, pulling up as much of the building as he can. He then looks down at the little creatures below, and smiles wickedly. "Let us play a game, little ones. It is called 'catch'" He then casually tosses the chunk of building, watching it and the inhabitants rain down on the populace below.

( For those inside the world goes dark, seeing your mighty chest press against the windows and block out the light. Then it is a wild ride as the floor, which had always been so sound and sturdy, tilts and shudders madly under them. Pieces of concrete and squealing bodies rain down from the torn end as four stories of apartments hurtle forward through the air. It lands far ahead of you on the street and explodes into a mammoth cloud of dust, burying a section of the mob and trapping thousands between a mountain of rubble and your towering form. )

Gorgon grins. So many victims. A new idea is formed--he moves closer to the bugs, then sits down, stretching both legs across, trapping the victims between him and the rubble. The city's heart can wait, as he has new toys to play with. He reaches down towards the helpless prey, scooping up a handful of them. He then raises his hand, and studies them for a moment, before slowly tipping his hand, sending them spiraling down to the uncaring ground below.

( A few are trapped beneath your rump as you sit on them; they are barely felt, their little bodies flattening into liquid. The rest scramble around in the wide corral formed by the muscular walls of your thighs. Screams rise louder as you sweep your hand down and through the thick of the crowd, scooping them up like water and carrying them into the air. They writhe in your palm, some of them tumbling off of their own accord, others trying to cling to your fingers, still others screaming, begging or praying. They all shriek as you callously tilt your hand and send them tumbling off, to plunge down upon those still trapped below. )

Gorgon grins with amusement as he lowers his thumb down on the populace below, pulping their bodies like soap bubbles. He does this for a bit, until a bored expression crosses his face. "You bugs are being to lose my interest, and thus..." He does not think he needs to continue his statement.

( Pandemonium reigns between your legs. The giant is slaughtering his captives, without reason and without mercy. They scramble about in all directions, struggling to avoid being crushed like ants beneath your murderous thumb. They continue to rush about in blind panic even when the killing stops, your bored expression striking even greater terror into them. )

Gorgon grins, and decides to end this little bit of fun. He begins to slowly bring his legs together--twin walls of hard, unyielding muscle grows ever closer to the doomed victims.

( Again the wild shrieks rise more shrilly. Your mighty thighs slide relentlessly closer, the crowd retreating before them until they are packed tightly together. The muscular walls reach them and start to press, the tiny bodies writhing all along the length of your legs. Little limbs wiggle against your scrotum and your massive penis as they struggle to find some escape amongst the great flesh there. The screams grow hoarse, starting to fade into a mass choking and wheezing as your legs press relentlessly closer together. )

Gorgon squeezes his legs together, then gives a mighty FLEX, making his quads bulge even larger, pulping what feeble resistance remained. He then stands, gore and blood raining gently onto the ground. His erection is starting to grow now, and must be satiated. He moves onward, towards the heart of the city, his massive thighs brushing against the buildings as he moves past, ripping the walls into ruin.

( a long, horrible crackling noise rises as you coldly crush hundreds of helplessly citizens into mush between your mighty thighs. Their faces contort in agony and little fountains of red spring up all over, painting them all with glistening crimson as your raw power easily destroys them. Gore pours down and splatters in a great heap beneath you as you stand, your monstrous erection starting to sway ponderously before you as it stirs. Once more the earth trembles beneath your tread, and as you lift your foot over the pile of wreckage that had been a building before you it once again squashes untold numbers who had been struggling away on the other side. The street is empty for several blocks, but farther ahead the crowd is just as thick, and screeching just as horrified at the sight of the mangled remains clinging to your powerful legs. )

Gorgon's erection would inspire envy in men and cause women to gasp in desire. It easily reaches the lower chest area, and it is as black as midnight, a strange coloration, and almost invisible against the darkness. He moves down the street, crushing the street's pavement into powder, until he looms over the masses below. He places both hands against the buildings beside him, and peers down at the insects, an evil grin stretching across his muzzle.

( They are mad with terror. The giant who has invaded the city has been seen casually stepping on people, and when he stopped it was only to brutally slaughter hundreds, apparently for the simple amusement of killing them. Now he stands like a god over the powerless humanity, a monstrous erection betraying his enjoyment of the carnage he is causing, his grin cold and filled with contempt for those below him. There will be no mercy, no easy death, and they know it. )

Gorgon's voice seems to cut through their terror, filling the city with his deep sound. "Those who stand before me and pledge their allegiance shall be spared my wrath. You have three seconds to comply." He counts slowly, and at the 3rd count, he looks down at those who stand before him. There are always those who seek to escape death, but sadly, his definition of escaping his wrath is that of a quick death. One quick step forward, and they are indeed spared his wrath. The rest meet his cold stare. "Now, the foreplay is over."

( At first some fight their way toward you. In those three seconds a small group has begun to form before you. Their eyes are filled with hope for salvation, but in another second they see their god's foot coming down on them, and they are smashed into oblivion, their innards squirting out onto those trying to stumble away on either side. The crowd is insane now, clawing at one another in their desperation to find safety. Your looming figure makes many faint with fright, their limp bodies disappearing beneath the sea of heads. Indeed, it is as much the sheer size of your body as the sight of your titanic balls swaying overhead, your mammoth erection jutting forth in a vicious display of your excitement to destroy them. )

Gorgon grins sadistically, reaching down to scoop a handful of victims, then rubbing them against his titanic shaft. While doing this he idly moves forward, raining death upon the populace below with his crushing tread.

( they are reduced to mere toys in your hand. They scramble wildly, a mass of humanity wriggling like caterpillars in your palm. You raise them higher and higher, your titanic erection coming down on them like a building, a vast pillar of meat against which they are cruelly squeezed. They now become part of the terrible drama, helping to provide the bull-god with his pleasure as he begins brutally crushing the helpless multitudes beneath his gigantic feet. Your captives squirm between your fingers and your shaft, almost as hard as those who squirm beneath your toes, shrieking out their last breaths before the breath is mashed from their lungs. )

Gorgon rumbles with pleasure, the very sound shaking the ground below. He glances at the occupants of the building, then grins. Moving over to one of the fragile structures, he THRUSTS his member through the wall, releasing his grip on his shaft while pressing against the building with both hands.

( Those on the ground suffer in a deadly lottery of sorts. They can not escape, and can only pray frantically that they will not fall beneath the cruel giant's tread. Many are left choking with relief as they watch your vast, blood-smeared sole rush through the air over their heads, to land with a horrid crunching sound farther away. Others are not so lucky, and are trapped in the shadow of your descending foot with nothing to do but wait for the agony of being crushed into pulp, like those whose skins are stuck like squashed insects to your sole. Still others are brained as one of your captives wiggles free and falls; others are splashed by buckets of precum that rain down on them in hot, thick globs, miring their heads and smothering them. The giant cares nothing for their suffering. It is only his pleasure that matters as he strides toward the building and rams his immense organ into the depths of the building as though through a sheet of rice paper. )

Gorgon rumbles, his pleasure growing, he slowly moves his arms around the building like a lover, and starts to squeeze it against his chest , crushing it as he reaches his climax! His body shakes as he floods the building with his cum, his thrusts pulverizing the building into rubble quickly.

( your hips hammer the building hard, your massive cock plunging into its depths and tearing through inner walls and floors. At first you can feel tiny figures writhing beneath it, but they are quickly ground into mush. As you start to spurt, cum drips down from the windows on the opposite side of the building, and then with a loud rumble the entire structure simply disintegrates, falling apart in your arms and dropping into a pile. )

Gorgon mmmmms, then looks back to the populace below. He flings what little rubble he has in his arms to them, almost as if showering them with deadly affection.

( The square below you looks almost like a living carpet, crammed full of puny beings. A trail leads through the crowd, huge footprints, red, with the mangled remains of meat and clothing pressed down into them. Chunks of the building scatter through the crowd, cutting swaths through it as they fly away from you. )

Gorgon rumbles, "Insects. No challenge for me." He takes a heavy step, idly slamming his fists into random buildings. He reaches down again to scoop up yet another handful as a cruel idea forms in his mind."

( the buildings crumble all around you like houses of cards. The crowd is still milling around like the insects they are, just like a disturbed anthill. You can see them cower and try to duck away from your mammoth hand as it descends, only to tumble in a great wave into your palm and pile up there, limbs kicking amusingly from its depths as they struggle to free themselves from the tangle. )

Gorgon grins, and decides to place these bugs somewhere safe from harm. He moves his hand towards his sheathe, where the massive organ has already withdrawn, and places them in the suffocating darkness. He then stands there, rumbling in pleasure, before his stomachs start to growl. An ominous sound.

( They squeal wildly as you dump them into the vast bag that is your sheath, their bodies piling up around the flaccid bulk of your cock. They barely add to the bulge in its fleshy wall. Far below there is a tickle at your feet; whereas the crowd is always fighting to push back from the great crushing feet, there are now three or four on their hands and knees, licking and fondling slavishly at the tips of your toes, though their faces are stricken with mortal terror. The rest are as before, reduced to mindless, shrieking blobs by the horror of the merciless giant who has corralled them. )

Gorgon tsks. "I so despise spineless worship." He grinds the so-called 'worshippers' into the asphalt, then slams a hand into the building beside him, searching for victims. For Gorgon hungers, and he will not be denied.

( your would-be worshippers, hoping to curry your favor, now find your huge toes rising and moving over them. They scream in short-lived agony as your toes press down on them, and each of them pops bloodily. The building beside you shudders as your hand crashes into it, but only a single rather scrawny human is caught by your groping fingers. The rest seem to have abandoned the structure, no doubt having joined the mindless mob swarming at your feet. )

Gorgon tsks, placing the victim into his sheathe to join the others. He reaches down to scoop up a group of the populace, and grins as he raises his hand above his muzzle. They can see the glistening pointed teeth as they fall into the gaping maw.

( your sheathed penis is surrounded by a pleasant wiggling, their little limbs stroking and caressing both your organ and the inner walls of your sheath in a most unique massage. Once again the crowd tries to retreat as you bend; once again your hand sweeps through their midst, scooping them up and lifting them, howling in terror, into the air. They writhe even more wildly as your hand tilts and they start to tumble toward the vast, fanged maw that yawns open beneath them. Frantic screams and shouts of "don't eat me!" fade through the air as your mouth fills with wiggling morsels. )

Gorgon does not bother to even chew. This meal is swallowed whole. "Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair." He reaches forward, and pulls on a building, trapping the insects below. He sits, and the corral begins again.

( Your captives now know that there will be no surviving the giant's rampage. They have just seen you eat people alive, and know now how they are seen. they were playthings, they were insects to be crushed, and now it is clear that they are food. They continue to plead for mercy as you surround them with your mammoth legs, and their struggles are wild as you loom over them and gaze down at them with that uncaring, hungry smile. They push against your legs, your balls, try to crawl beneath your knees, anything to escape that terrible gaze. )

Gorgon's heart is cold. He feels no pity for them. He scoops up yet another handful, dropping them one by one into his cavernous muzzle. For those who dare to get to close, they are crushed under his thumb. Food or not food--the results are the same.

( They plead. They squeal. They cling to one another. And they fall, one by one, dropping from your fingers and tumbling down into your waiting mouth. They bounce on your tongue and pile up there, clawing their way forward, desperate to get away from the looming gullet behind them. They can even hear the muffled screams of those who are already inside your stomach, their frantic kicking contemplating that of those inside your sheath. )

Gorgon waits until he has dropped the last one, then stretches his tongue teasingly forward, giving them one last bit of hope before withdrawing it back into the uncaring dark. One swallow, then another. The last cluster he actually chews on, and when he swallows, he grins bloodily down at the survivors. The great hand reaches down for more.

( the sound of your gulp rises above even the din of the crowd. A huge clump of people is shoved backward by your tongue and stuffed into your throat; they are squeezed as though by a mighty fist, pushed down in one writhing mass, forming a lump in your throat that slides down and disappears at your chest. The struggles within your stomach intensify. Those between your legs can only watch in numb shock as your jaw works, the sound of crushing bones and rending flesh assailing their ears. And then the grin, that awful, savage grin, filled with chunks of meat and redness, and those colossal fingers descending toward them again, to seal their fate.... )

Gorgon gathers a mass of flesh into his hand, and he raises the gripping member skyward...and squeezes. The blood rains down his lips, and he drinks until there is no more. Then he discards the pulpy mass into the crowd below. His grin could drive the most hardened sociopath into tears. He is an evil force of nature, and he is not yet spent.

( your fist barely contains them. Little bodies poke out between your fingers all around, limbs kicking, faces ashen and mouths open in mingled screams. Your might is absolute, a fact cruelly demonstrated as you squeeze them, crushing them all in your bare hand with laughable ease. Thick warm soup splashes onto your tongue, a salty and sweet repast. Nothing is left but pressed meat and bulging, pulped organs which you fling down into those still trapped between your legs. )

Gorgon surveys the area, seeing if there is more he can destroy. How very little resistance for such a large city. He almost looks disappointed. Not that they could resist. His flaccid penis starts to swell again from the thoughts of more destruction.

( Indeed, buildings stretch in all directions, and the sounds of the city indicate that only a tiny percentage of the populace is within reach where you are. As your interest grows the slit of your sheath parts, and a panting, struggling body is pushed free and tumbles out onto the ground before your scrotum. It is followed by another as the space within begins to shrink. )

Gorgon mmmmmmms, and looks down at the remaining survivors. "Pleasure me, and I will consider letting those that survive remain on this plane of existence. Defy me, and perish painfully." His member quickly reaches its mind-boggling size. "Begin. Now.

( Victims spill out of your sheath, some still breathing, others suffocated and limp. The crowd has seen the horror that awaits them and it starts to surge forward eagerly. Those nearest throw themselves upon your great balls; others start to climb, trying to reach the huge shaft that rises in their midst. )

Gorgon rumbles happily, waiting for the swarming masses to approach. Those that hesitate are flattened by a huge palm in his great anger.

( it only takes one slap, a dozen or more swatted like worthless mosquitoes, to illustrate the price of defiance. Those who are left rush forward, the little creatures swarming over your groin now and struggling to climb the vast pole of flesh that rises over them. )

Gorgon gives them help, his great bloodied hand lifting them up towards the shaft, pressing them against it as he begins to stroke himself. He shifts, and some are compressed against the massive scrotum, while others are painfully squashed as his member twitches involuntarily

( some more screams arise and are quickly squelched as your gigantic balls roll over some of your helpers and bury them; others are squeezed breathless against your mighty cock. The rest are choking and wheezing as you grind them up and down the immense length. )

Gorgon rumbles with pleasure as he increases the tempo, his strength crushing the life out of his helpers, drowning the others in his pre. Soon he erupts, showering the area with his semen again and again. While it normally is the seed of life, where it strike brings destruction.

( Those in your hand die slowly, your grip tightening relentlessly on them, grinding them harder and harder against your throbbing shaft until they come apart, their bodies smearing into thick, warm lubricant that squishes noisily in your fingers. Those who were struggling to attend your giant balls are caught in the flood of your seed, the heavy soup crashing down on them in massive waves, miring them like bugs in amber beneath its heavy bulk. )

Gorgon stands, and good to his word, he lets the ones still alive remain that way...of course, being trapped as they are, they will not survive for long. He moves deeper into the city, listening for the sounds of life.