A Tiny Sacrifice (M/f, giant worship, buff giant, fearplay, bdsm)

[ivythefairie]

Hello! This is the first part of my first story ever! Im not much of a writer at all so bare with me haha. Anywho, I hope y’all can still enjoy it and let me know if maybe you’d wanna see the rest of it? Thanks for reading!

Sage suddenly gained consciousness. Scanning her environment, she attempted to orient herself. She had no recollection of the previous events of that day. The only thing she knew for certain was she couldn’t move. Despite her wild thrashing and attempts at prying her wrists free, Sage was totally bound - hogtied and gagged - with twine. Eventually she became exhausted and could only lay on the cold and impossibly vast surface beneath her. Between heaving breaths, she thought of what her next move would be.

She had grown up listening to the elders’ cautionary tales and horror stories of when tinies like herself wound up being seen by a colossus. Her kind never ventured into giant territory unless absolutely necessary. In fact, it was common belief that the best way to stay alive was to treat the giant men as gods, worshipping and fearing him, and considering whatever the tinies borrowed as a merciful gift from him. She knew that gods, however, also require sacrifices.

Sage had gone against every lesson she had ever been taught and every law the clan had when she ventured out that day, alone and out in the open, into the giants kitchen. She was only after a little morsel of bread when she was stunned by the melodic, thundering footfalls of the house’s owner. Immediately, she sprinted for her only safety - a crack in the wall - as the footsteps quickly approached. Before she could reach it, a gigantic fist slammed the ground in front of her, knocking her down and eliciting a high-pitched yelp. She could only sit in shock as the fist lay there, mere inches from her form. Not a single molecule in her wanted to look up and look him in the eyes, so instead Sage shut her eyes, put her arms over her head, and braced for the worst.

She felt a gust of wind drift over her, and as she timidly opened one eye, she saw her path had cleared up again. The fist was nowhere to be seen; however, she could feel the looming figure of the man remained above her, chilling her to her core. He boomed, “You have five seconds to run before I change my mind about letting you go.” That was all Sage needed to jump to her feet and run as quickly as her legs could carry her, slipping into the safety of the walls. She didn’t dare to look back.

Upon arriving home, she was met with the entire clan awaiting her arrival. However, they weren’t celebrating her return, they were furious. Someone spoke up. “Why the fuck did you let him see you?!”

“Do you know how exposed we are now?! you’ve screwed us!”

She wondered how they had known about her interaction with the godlike man. But then again, she knew there were scouts scattered about and they had most likely snitched on her.

One older woman reluctantly chimed in, “If she stays, he’ll come looking for all of us. Better one life than many.”

That sent Sage into a panic. This woman couldn’t be seriously suggesting what she thought she was, and to make it worse, the crowd began to voice their agreement. It was a cruel punishment, there had to be some other way. But before she could defend herself she was swiftly hit from behind, knocking her clean out.

And now here she was, on the kitchen countertop once again, only this time there was no mercy. She now noticed two guards watching her from a distance. “You fuckers!” She screeched. “You cowardly assholes! this isn’t right!” This did not catch their attention. What did, though, was the return of those earth-shaking footsteps. The guards stood at attention and made stiff movements towards where Sage was. She could tell they were trembling and probably shitting themselves internally. Within a matter of seconds, she was once again in the presence of the giant whose exhalations were now washing over the three tiny beings.

“Well, well, what’s this?” Sage, still refusing to acknowledge the gigantic man before her, shivered at the deepness of his thunderous, sinister voice. One of the guards piped up. “W-We offer you, Sir, a sacrifice… i-in hopes that it will appease you enough to spare the rest of us.”

Sage heard the giant release a chuckle, followed by, “If you’re going to offer a sacrifice to a god, do it the right way. This is fucking pathetic. I should kill all three of you right now, and hunt down the rest of you like the little fucking bugs you are.”

The three tinies were shocked. “No! No please! How can we worship you properly??” The guard pleaded, dropping to his knees and continuing to beg for his life.

“First of all, I think this height you have on the counter is giving you a false sense of security. let’s fix that,” he asserted, before roughly pinching both guards between his index finger and thumb in each hand to set them on the floor in front of him. When he returned to grab Sage, though, he delicately scooted her into his palm in order to set her down with the others. “Now, Im going to sit down right here, and you’re going to present her to me. Tell me why she’s a good enough sacrifice to show mercy to the rest of you.” He leaned back into a chair that groaned and creaked under his weight. He set his legs apart with one gigantic foot on either side of the three tinies, and rested his head on his fist. For the first time, Sage worked up the courage to look up at him. Following his leather boots up, she stared in awe and fear at the behemoth of a man. His blue jeans and shirt did little to conceal his incredibly buff stature. His massive biceps and quads were matched equally by his strong gut, and everything about his existence screamed dominance and power. Then, to her dismay, the question of if any tinies had been consumed to contribute to his mass intruded her mind for a split second. She shook the horrible image out of her mind and snapped back to the equally despairing present.