Kayva's brief experience with slaves was not a happy one. She found some caves that would make an ideal giant monster lair, with smaller caves nearby. Now all she needed to do was find something for her new slaves to do. This was a bit difficult, she would normally have her fun with them and move on and that was simpler than trying to hang on to the tiny people. She set them to cutting down trees, just to pass time and think about a final plan. But then one of them ran off, and she had to make sure he died horribly to scare the courage from the rest of them. That was the highlight of her day, and she wiggled her rear end a little, giggling. Maybe she'd put another one up there, just to drive home a point. But the next task, building her furniture, was a little harder. None of the hunters were carpenters and it showed. They couldn't even make a chair for her! She would have crushed the team assigned to making it, if a falling log hadn't done most of the job for her. But now she was down to only about six people. And no matter how much of a pain they were, Kayva was going to see her new quest to the end. And that meant returning to a village to gather more victims. Before she left she sealed her surviving slaves in a cave, leaving them the food and water to live on until her return. Then the giant elf departed for their hometown.
The journey was uneventful. The townsfolk had sent out some scattered search parties, but they were barely even noticeable as they crunched beneath her feet or struggled down her throat. Kayva had forgotten them by the time she stood outside the village. It had changed little, although the walls were thicker and more guard towers stood watch. The farmers still fled much too slowly when she approached, and she easily snagged a few for a warm-up snack. The thick stone walls stood before her, thicker but not taller. The giantess stepped over them, then though better of it and stepped back outside. Kayva smashed through a tower, spilling stones and defenders to the ground below. But even is wasn't enough. She strode over to the main gate, a heavy wooden and iron slab. She lay down before it, crushing panicked farmers and dwellers who made their homes outside the wall. Kayva shifted her breasts back and forth, crushing out all resistance beneath her. Then she placed a hand on the door and pushed. She could barely feel the soldiers inside trying to hold it shut, while some soldiers tried to reach over the wall and smack her head with their weapons. Crossbow bolts and arrows pattered uselessly off her back. With a final shove, Kayva forced her arm through the door and flung it aside. An array of spearmen stood behind, waiting to push her back. Kayva wriggled forward, squeezing her massive frame through the smaller mount of the door. Her waist got a little stuck, but Kayva kept straining forward until her ass pulled through, raining stretched of the parapet down her backside. The iron-clad defenders felt wonderful falling off her back and under her legs. She moaned slightly in pleasure when a couple very unlocked soldiers fell down her crack, their fighting ineffective against her sheer size. She supposed they must have eventually fallen out, but her attention was needed elsewhere urgently.
The wall of spearmen decided to rush Kayva and push her out while her torso was still within easy spear reach. Kayva crawled forward regardless. When the spears met up against the soft flesh of her breasts they pressed in, some even drawing small rivulets of blood. But they still weighed a tremendous amount, and no wooden shaft could withstand such pressure. One by one, the spears snapped off and the wall of flesh flowed over the terrified soldiers. Finally Kavya stood to her full height, brushing bloody smears of soldiers from her chest. Before the evil elf got fully into the swing of rampage, Kayva reminded herself of her purpose. She checked herself, walking straight to the main hall, crushing no more than two dozen inhabitants on her way there. Her feet made short work of the stone and wood structure, and Kayva looked down at the town. People milled everywhere like a kicked anthill. For a giantess of her size, the metaphor worked. Eventually, the people noticed her lack of destroying everything and quieted for a moment.
"Much better! Now, I'd like to present a choice for the direction of your town. Join me as...hmm...volunteer laborers for life," Kayva said, smiling mischievously. "Or give me what I really want and let me finish you off here! If you choose to live, head outside the walls and form a neat and orderly line. We'll be departing in five minutes, anyone still inside becomes entertainment and snacks!" the giantess announced imperiously. When she was done, she strutted out. As an act of decency she only marched through a single guard tower on her departure. And in five minutes, she had pitifully few snacks and the next few days would be very boring.
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