Part 2

Gorgon grins, and it is a cruel one. He moves towards the sounds where the populace is at its heaviest with the intent of population control.

( The streets are jammed with people all trying to exit the city at once. Even under ideal circumstances, evacuation of a population center this size would take many hours, perhaps even days; only a pitiful handful have managed to escape on the choked highways. In the distance lies the airport, where many have gathered in hopes of finding a rapid flight out of the city. Closer by, train stations and bus terminals are jammed tight, while many others opt to take their chances in the packed streets. It proves to be the doom of those who are unlucky enough to be trapped on the streets upon which the giant chooses to walk. Dozens are casually stepped on, each footfall echoing with the sickening sound of their destruction. *crunch...crunch...crunch....crunch...* )

Gorgon halts his progress, disliking the idea that anyone should escape. He moves towards the bus terminals first, the THROUGH the terminal, systematically crushing every bus he sees. Then he turns his attentions to the trains, which shall require...creativity.

( the buses flatten easily beneath your heavy feet. Some of the passengers manage to escape; others are crushed into jelly within the wreckage, their blood oozing from the twisted metal and pooling with the spilt fuel. Those within the terminal are cognizant of the fact that the monster is deliberately seeking to block their escape, but there is nowhere for them to go. The streets without are packed as well. They can only shriek futilely as your mammoth feet and legs smash through the building, kicking them aside like fallen leaves. The train station lies four blocks away, rows of low apartment buildings separating you from it. A long train is being loaded, bodies literally hanging out the iwndows. It is overfull, but with frantic refugees pushing onto the track the engineer cannot begin rolling. )

Gorgon chuckles, a thunderous sound that echoes across the streets. The apartment building are dwarfed by the evil macrotaur, and he lumbers towards the station, indifferent to the apartment buildings in his way. Powerful pillars of muscle smash through the boxes like so much cardboard, and when he arrives to the station, one massive foot presses down into the building, the other in front of the train. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

( the buildings disintegrate as your mighty legs crash through them, smashing them to bits as though they were nothing but sandcastles. Wreckage, bodies and pieces of bodies fly ahead of you in a great arc. Within the train station the floor shudders hard. The ceiling jerks and the lights go out. As those within shriek in terror the ceiling collapses downward; those within are flattened in an instant, save for the precious few who are buried alive. The engineer is frantically blasting the train's horn, a sound which stops abruptly as he sees the crowd milling in front of the train vanish abruptely beneath a colossal foot. )

Gorgon settles down in a crouch, an eye peers into the cab, and the grin is enough to make the bravest man's blood run cold. He then takes hold of the train engine, and starts to pull it upwards. He stands, letting the rest of the train that was lifted dangle in his grip. Suddenly his fingers slowly clentch into a fist, joined by the other hand as they begin to bend steel like it was made of tinfoil. The other cars are pulled up as they join in the formation of the sphere he is creating.

( the engine rises up, pulling the second car with it; that car tilts higher and higher, until its back end comes off the track and it starts to lift the third car with it. The lights inside have gone out, but the emergency lights are on, allowing you to see the mobs of would-be refugees scrambling about inside. They are clawing at the windows and the doors, but none of the portals are opening, the safety features intended to keep the passengers from falling out finally working as they should. )

Gorgon crushes the cars into one object, a thick sphere slick with the juices of those trapped inside. He then looks towards the airport, grinning. Soon, the terrified occupants of the terminal are aware of a immense black mountain of muscle headed toward the building.

( The lights around the ruined station illuminate the gruesome scene as the railcars are mashed into a ball. At first there are pitiful sounds from within, but as the sphere compacts those sounds cease. In the airport, the first thing that is seen through the huge glass facade is a commotion in the parking lot. Cars are being flung violently aside as though a tornado is coming through. Only as you draw closer do they make out the terrifying form of the marauder, his savage grin gleaming almost as brightly as the blood which smears the silver ball of wreckage he carries. )

Gorgon's first act is rolling the orb across the lot, watching as it crushes vehicles along its path. It smashes into the walls of the airport, and the sound is like music to his ears. He then stoops down to pick up the sphere, moving through the building with ease, headed towards the planes. No one shall escape so easily

( The great ball smashes violently through the glass wall of the terminal, shattering it and continuing. It plows through the check-in and leaves a red smear behind it, then continues on, crashing over the luggage area and coming to rest. Those who managed to dive out of its way only live a moment longer before they are squashed beneath your feet as you tramp into the wreckage. The planes are conveniently lined up along two taxiways. One is revving its engine on the runway; another is halfway down and gaining speed. )

Gorgon grins, and tests his accuracy, hurling the sphere ahead of the retreating plane. The other finds it difficult to move as he crushes the area ahead of it with one stomp of his foot, the other foot impacting behind the plane.

( The plane's engines rev, but it has nowhere to go. A massive foot is planted in front of it, and another behind. It starts to run, a laughably slow maneuver, born of utter desperation. It has only made it a few degrees into the turn before the makeshift bowling ball intersects the departing aircraft. The ball continues onward; where there had been a plane is suddenly a gigantic ball of fire. )

Gorgon sits down, deciding to have some fun. A strong hand begins to dig into the asphalt like fine sand, making a deep hole. He then picks up the plane, and pushes it into the hole, where it is then covered up. He stands, looking around for more terror to inflict.

( The aircraft's engines are still whining as you glibly push it into the crater. It upends and falls onto its side at the bottom, its right wing breaking off. Within seconds it is buried beneath the earth, its left wing sticking up like an aluminum tombstone. When you stand again, you might notice that all of the other planes are still in place, but their doors have opened. Bright yellow escape slides are popping open on each side of every aircraft, and little figures are starting to slide down them. )

Gorgon rumbles, "Well, well, so they have decided to stay. Pity. You insects are leaving, whether you like it or not." He then walks over to the control tower, wrapping both arms around it, and picking it up. He then casually rolls it towards the victims, his huge mass following it, intent on crushing the planes and escapees. "No one shall remain here today. No one."

( the passengers are pouring out of the aircraft now, tumbling down the chutes and starting to swarm away from them, and from the approaching titan. The tower rumbles ominously as it steamrolls toward the planes, but fortunately for the tiny humans the tower is not built as sturdily as the contractor promised, and it suddenly crumbles to dust just short of the first plane. )

Gorgon bahs. "If one must do a job right..." He then stomps each and every plane, starting with the occupied ones, crushing the victims into mere smears. He then gathers up a group of people for a light snack, popping then one by one into his maw, then swallowing.

( The planes flatten more easily than the buses did, feeling as though they are made of nothing but paper. You can even feel the writhing of the victims beneath the thin metal before they are ground into pulp. Red ichor squirts out from every crease and crack in the wreckage as you trample the planes flat. Those who have already escaped do not run far, but they are quite spread out,and it takes you a few grabs before you can snatch up enough to make a decent mouthful. Their screams are just as thrilling though as you drop them one by one, like candy, into your mouth. The delicate tickle of those who had been digesting in your stomach had just faded out as the last of them succumbed, but now it begins anew as this latest batch of prey is swallowed alive. )

Gorgon mmmms, and makes sure there are no survivors in sight, and moves towards the sounds of more helpless victims.

( It is something of a dilemma. Those who managed to evacuate the airplanes are slow and easy to catch, but they are fleeing in all directions now. It would take some time to capture them all, and the terminal building nearby is still crammed full of potential victims. Those inside are struggling against those still trying to push in through the doors, unaware of what has transpired on the tarmac. It will not be long before they realize and the logjam dissipates. )

Gorgon's mighty hands rip open the roof of the damaged building, and his grin drips with dried blood. He reaches in, scooping up hapless victims, and actually assisting in their escape...by casually tossing them high into the air. Then, he decides to get playful, and crawls onto the building, then rolling around until the building is unrecognizable...

( The carnage is indescribable. Your bellowing laughter rises above the shrieks of your victims as you seize them and callously fling them into the air in great handfuls. It is pitiless murder, all for the giant's cruel amusement, the tiny beings simply playthings to him. Your savage grin of delight is burned into the minds of your victims as you crawl into their midst and then crush them beneath your titanic body. They try to flee but do not get far before you roll upon them, mashing them into your fur. Within a few seconds thousands have been butchered, and your entire body is soaked with blood from neck to knees. Bits of clothing and some whole bodies are caught in your fur everywhere. )

Gorgon shakes himself, scattering the bits and bodies. Now he returns to the city, searching for more carnage to commit. He will not leave until this city is utterly destroyed.

( Your work seems cut out for you. The city stretches in every direction, small buildings intermingled with tall, and a nearly infinite number of hiding places. Much of your prey must have gone to ground, because the streets are far less full (though still teeming) when your towering, blood-smeared form reappears. )

Gorgon starts to simply level the area. Buildings that have stood for years topple before his mighty strength. His fists smash into the larger buildings, his feet stomp the smaller ones, while his titanic frame moves through the others effortlessly. All the while, he is grinning like a demon from Hell...

( Buildings crumble beneath the relentless hammering of your mighty fists, collapsing with feeble shudders, taking with them those who sought to hide within. One by one they fall, the cityscape leveling before your onslaught. Before you the buildings shudder, and their occupants are pouring wildly out of their doors, realizing that to remain inside is to face certain death. )

Gorgon grins, and rears back his foot, then KICKS at the escaping people. Others get slapped down by his massive palms. Some even get slurped up into his gaping maw as he kneels down, lapping at the victims like they were candy.

( Your foot rushes forward with blinding speed, your huge toes smashing through the crowd like onrushing semi trucks. They are already dead as they are flung forward, their bodies smacking against the facade of the building at the corner and leaving gruesome red rosettes on the brick before they fall. The street shudders as your huge hand slam down, cracking the pavement, and then your horned head descends. Like a bull grazing in a field you feast upon the cringing, squealing bugs, your wide tongue sweeping through their midst and dragging them up to disappear between your lips. )

Gorgon mmmmms, then stands, scanning the area for yet more victims. He moves over to a crowd, and then reaches into his sheathe, pulling out his member. After all...even minotaurs have to answer a call of nature once in a while. A geyser of urine surges into the crowd below with bone-shattering force.

( The next street over is packed with those fleeing your rampage in the next block; they scream and rush through the street as you suddenly crash through the building and into their midst. Safety seems to be in the next block, but suddenly a gigantic foot falls from the sky, landing with a thunderous crash in their path, its firm sole briefly visible before it smashes down atop those at the head of the crowd, splattering them like overripe tomatoes. Another foot slams down behind, surrounding them. A horrible death by crushing would seem to be their fate, but even that seems to pale compared to the sight above them. They watch as the giant sneers down at them, gaze filled with cold contempt. The depth of that scorn is illustrated as he reaches down and grips his fat penis, aims it cruelly down at them, and begins to piss on them. The hot torrent blasts into the crowd, smashing frail bodies to pieces. Those around it squeal and struggle to retreat from the cascade. )

Gorgon empties his bladder, then proceeds to wipe out the retreating bugs by simply toppling a building on them. He then moves over to the subway entrance, thinking logically they would retreat into there. He briefly considers scale down his height to fit in there, but then decides against it. Gods do not lower themselves to that of mortals. A huge hand grips the asphalt above the starwell, then lifts it into the air. He then starts excavating the tarmac, wondering what treasures he will find...

( Fleeing victims are battered to pieces as the giant's mighty torrent of waste smashes down on them, the stream snaking through the crowd in a cruel game of tag and cutting a bloody swath through it. Those who survive until your bladder is empty are the winners; their reward? Instant oblivious as tons of concrete and steel come crashing down on them. The dust has barely settled before the giant is on the move again, striding purposefully to the subway entrance. The opening makes for a convenient handle that lets you grip the pavement and pull it upward. It comes away in a great chunk, taking several parked cars and a streetlamp with it. In the hole beneath you can see the prize that YOU have won: Thousands of tiny, shrieking refugees huddled in the station. It must be a big cavern, because farther down the street a stream of humanity starts to boil up from out of another subway entrance, at least two of your body-lengths away. )

Gorgon grins maliciously as he reaches down into the ground for great handfuls of succulent meat, stuffing his mouth full. Knowing he will not be able to catch them all (certainly some have retreated into the subway itself), he tosses the chunk of asphalt into the escaping crowds ahead, and will deal with them in but a moment. For now, he is hungry once again.

( Your aim is true. The great piece of asphalt hurtles through the air and lands upon the other subway entrance, smashing the housing and plugging the stairs with rubble. Those struggle in the hole beneath you are unable to escape. The numbers down there must be extraordinary to prevent their retreat. Your mighty fist closes firmly around them, fingers gathering them in and piling them up against one another as they are surrounded. Those below are treated to the terrible spectacle of humanity being eaten alive. They see your fist, teeming with struggling figures, rise up to your face, then open up flat and push up against your open mouth like a child eating a handful of candy. The hand drops away, revealing the still-struggling victims trapped behind the cage of your teeth in the second before your lips close. Then there is a terrible, almost deafening gulp, and a great bulge slides down the monster's throat. )

Gorgon peers down at the remaining victims, then raises his fists into the air, and sends them smashing down into the tarmac above them, bringing the street down into them in a avalanche of doom.

( with a thunderous BOOM the street shatters, massive pieces of pavement collapsing downward in a deadly avalanche. Half of the station is obliterated immeidately; you can see the rest of it now, the street above it cracked but holding up for now. )

Gorgon looks down to the other area, and smiles. He then starts to move forward, each step a reverberating tremor. His travels are brief, though, as he looms before the huddled masses. For a long while, he simply stares at them, until finally, he reaches down to pick up one lone individual. The rest, he simply squashes beneath his feet.

( They die in droves, wriggling helplessly beneath your feet as you brutally crush them. None escape as the giant takes great care to place his feet squarely upon them, letting the unimaginable weight of his body grind them into pulp. Warm meat squishes up between your toes as you reduce the remainder of the station into a veritable sea of hamburger, the entire floor smeared with mangled flesh. The lone victim that remains trembles between your fingers, his ears assailed with the awful sound of mashing flesh and crackling bones. Even afteward he can still hear the lingering, quiet shrieks of those you have swallowed, who are still flailing about in your stomach amidst the softening remains of those who went before. )

( They die in droves, wriggling helplessly beneath your feet as you brutally crush them. None escape as the giant takes great care to place his feet squarely upon them, letting the unimaginable weight of his body grind them into pulp. Warm meat squishes up between your toes as you reduce the remainder of the station into a veritable sea of hamburger, the entire floor smeared with mangled flesh. The lone victim that remains trembles between your fingers, his ears assailed with the awful sound of mashing flesh and crackling bones. Even afteward he can still hear the lingering, quiet shrieks of those you have swallowed, who are still flailing about in your stomach amidst the softening remains of those who went before. )

Gorgon grins, and surveys the area of destruction. He places the lone victim on his shoulder, and looks at him with pale white eyes. "If you try to escape, I will squash you like the insect you are." He then moves about, searching for more destruction.

( your terrified passenger clings tightly to the fur of your neck, his knuckles going white. He's not about to go anywhere -- and where could he go? There is ample destruction to be had, and apparently your prey are resourceful. Between two buildings you catch a glimpse of a bus darting past on the next street. Obviously they had a lot more than were present in just that one terminal. )

Gorgon does not even bother to move quickly, as the bus to him is moving at a slow pace. He simply reaches down to puncture the roof with his finger., and then picks it up in a pinch. His eyes gaze into the windows, and he grins.

( The passengers begin their characteristic squealing and yelping as a massive finger suddenly plunges through the roof with a BANG and the bus lurches into the air. They are flung about as the scenery outside tilts wildly, only to be replaced by your horribly grinning muzzle, your breath fogging the windows and showing you now through a haze. )

Gorgon carries his 'people mover' as he looks for more busses that may have escaped his wrath. His ears flick back and forth, listening for any tell-tale signs of life. Certainly he did not clear the city that quickly? He idly smashes a building in order to vent his slight frustration.

( the building, like all the others, disintegrates with a single blow of your mighty fist. And as it does so, you see another bus approaching in the next block. As the building collapses the bus screeches to a halt, then quickly turns away and starts down a side street. )

Gorgon grins, moving towards the bus, then past it as his foot blocks the street the vehicle travels through. He reaches down, gripping the bus easily, and lifts it. He chuckles, then smashes both vehicles togethers, crumpling them in an orgy of twisted metal and pulped flesh. He then discards the wreckage, and moves through the buildings for more chaos.

( The victims in both buses cry out in a single voice as you slam the vehicles against one another, the scream abruptly cut off. One again, lives are snuffed out by the giant for nothing more than simple, wanton pleasure. The buses crash to the ground as you toss them aside, and the buildings before you tremble and then collapse. On the other side is a huge park. This is where the buses were coming from. At least twenty of them are lined up in a neat row. The park is crammed with humanity, all struggling to get onto the buses. It is barely controlled chaos as the buses are loaded, but all order breaks down as the surrounding buildings topple and the murderous bull-god appears. The crowd looses a great shriek and starts to scatter. )

Gorgon moves towards the buses, gathering them up like they were twigs, crushing one after another, and tossing them casually into the masses below. His heavy tread crushes anything that gets underfoot, and he herds his prey to where he wants them to go. This is a cat and mouse game, and the victory has already been decided.

( Raw panic grips the crowd as huge buses begin to rain down from the sky like meteors, crashing to the ground, some bursting into flame as their fuel spills out. The mob retreats away, and then once again the titan is upon them, deliberately crushing them beneath his huge feet. The sight of your vast soles coming down and mashing people flat just a few inches away, and the horrible thud of your footfalls mingled with the sounds of death is enough to drive them mad. They flee blindly away from your pounding feet, not even seeing where they are going, and hence they all run in exactly the direction you wish them to go, all in the feeble hope of avoiding being squished into pulp beneath your toes. )

Gorgon herds them into a dead end, formed by him simply toppling yet another building in front of them. Too easy, as his reach is immense. He then sits, making sure that his mass is seated on some of the victims below, and those that somehow manages to escape are swatted by his tail. The rest see the grinning visage of the megabull, and the shaft that starts to rise once again...

( some try to retreat by dashing backward between your feet. They are impeded by those still rushing forward, so dazed by fear that they do not realize that the monster has already overrun them. They see the enormous muscles of your legs twitch, then open their eyes and their voices wide as they look up to see you sitting on them. Your massive rump crashes down upon them, smashing some outright beneath the muscular curves. Those are perhaps the lucky ones, as others are pinned down in the gap between those curves, their struggles rubbing up against your enormous tailhole. Still others are pinned under your titanic balls, still alive, but held fast by the smothering weight of your scrotum. The remainder of the crowd -- those not swatted into broken heaps by your tail -- retreat away, leaving hundreds trapped in the space between your immense thighs. They try to back up against the still-intact wall of the fallen building, only to shriek and clump together as your huge feet push up against it, trapping them. )

Gorgon rumbles with amusement, but this amusement is for him only. He idly fondles his scrotum as he reaches for a handful of playthings, rubbing them against his massive chest for a moment before moving downward towards his stiffening member. He looks downwards at the trapped masses, and mouths the words. "You're next"

( your frail playthings do not fare well as you rub them over the fur-covered rock face that is your chest. They choke and sputter, gasp and wheeze; bones snap here and there and blood trickles from noses as you grind them over your chest, but they are still thrashing hard as you lower them down toward your swelling erection. Even before you mouthed the threat to the prisoners they were fear-crazed, and now they are scrambling around wildly. Some, as before, are trying to push past your balls, only to become wedged between the great orbs and your thighs. Others are clinging to your fur and trying to climb up onto your legs in an effort to escape the pen. Many have fallen to their knees and stare blankly, or are thrashing on the ground in dispair. )

Gorgon simply flexes his leg muscles suddenly, toppling the would-be escapees back to the ground. Their attempts do not go unnoticed, though, as they are rewarded by a great fist that crashes down onto their area, pulping them into red smears. He snarls at the rest, and looks at his passenger that rests on his shoulder, to remind him that Gorgon has not forgotten him.

( your tiny passenger has remained immobile and is just staring blankly downward. As you turn your cold, white gaze toward him he yelps and cowers, turning his face away and trying to cover his head with his arms without letting go of your shoulderfur. He has seen it all, the mass slaughter, the cruel devouring, the torments you have subjected your prey to simply for fun. The climbers tumble back down amidst the rest of the crowd, and are reduced instantly to jelly as your massive fist slams down on them. The blow knocks away those close to it even as it showers them with gore, and leaves a deep crater behind. )

Gorgon grunts as his blood-slickened member grows to its full length, a towering pillar of sexual potency. A shot of pre descends to the throngs below, and he presses his feet further into the collapsed building as his ecstasy rises.

( The cries of the victims in your hand are quickly muffled into silence, replaced by an awful crackling and popping noise, and then by a liquidy squishing sound as you begin to smear blood and meat along your length, turning it glistening and red. The facade cracks as your soles press into it, the concrete powdering, your toes sinking a little into its surface. Your precum squirts up in bucketfuls, and the captives below scramble feebly to try to avoid being splattered by it as it lands. )

Gorgon's rumbles of pleasure grow louder until they are defeaning as his penis erupts in a geyser of semen, spilling immense amounts of the white liquid down to the trapped victims below.

( Your captives know it is coming. They can see your massive balls drawing up, clenching and throbbing. The sight is awesome, your black fingers sliding briskly along the gleaming red spire of your erection, and then the white jets shooting skyward in long, thick streams. It might almost be beautiful, if death did not rain down seconds later. Once more they are a frantic ant-swarm, racing this way and that, struggling to avoid the crashing loads of cum. As each stream falls in engulfs dozens of victims, catching them up in a gooey mass that spreads out and leaves them twitching in a huge pool of slime. The bull-god's load is immense, hundreds and hundreds of gallons of his spunk pouring down on the helpless victims. Those beneath you suffer as well, squeezed to death by the spasmodic clenching of your tailhole upon them in the throes of your pleasure. )

Gorgon mmmmmmms, then looks down at the suffering below, and gives them a mock-pity grimace. "Poor insects, are you suffering? Shall I end your suffering now?" He decides to do so by bringing his legs together, rubbing them against each other briskly. Perhaps this is an act of mercy. If so, it is still as cruel as any other acts he has performed. He then stands, stamping out any possible survivors of being sat upon.

( the great pools of semen between your legs are pushed inward, spreading out and quickly engulfing anyone who managed to avoid their descent. Between your legs there is now a chunky soup of bull-cum and twitching bodies suspended in it. The gooey mass squeezes upward as you bring your legs together, many of the tiny captives, but as you rub your legs together the mess begins to churn. One by one the little creatures are pulled downward and quickly ground into pulp between your thighs. Soon there is nothing left by a gelatinous mess that oozes down your legs as you stand up. With a few thunderous stomps the few survivors are smashed into oblivion, and the area falls silent, save for the agonized panting of the one little pet you have kept on your shoulder. )

Gorgon takes the lone survivor into his palm, and looks down upon him, pinning him with his evil gaze. "Go, and tell the others this message. I AM COMING FOR YOU. There will be no safety from me, and rest assured, you and I will meet again." He lowers his hand, and deposits the bug onto the ground. He then stands, and sneers before headed to the river to wash himself of the insect filth.

( the survivor simply stands, staring after you with wide eyes, as you stride toward the river. When you turn again he is gone. )