Arms folded across her ample leather clad chest, pushing up her cleavage, her white gloved hands showing up nicely against the black leather top of her catsuit, she smiled. She wanted worshippers to play with, lots of them, she wanted a city. The country landscape meant nothing to her as her bootsteps trampled farmsteads, smashed villages in her way, deformed railway tracks, brought down powerlines, squished trees and lakes: "fucking country bumpkins, not worth even bothering with, not that city dwellers are much better", she laughed to herself.
The city was the other side of a narrow valley, just wide enough for goddess Rouge to go through. Rouge proceeded through trampling the river, causing banks to burst, and trampling on waterfront properties. She even playfully ran her gloved hands across the hilltops wiping out all that was there. Going round a bend in the valley she saw the city gleaming before her. She was delighted, such a big city, so many potential worshippers, for her to toy with, spare some, trample others.........
She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't see a bridge across the valley, laden with cars........
"Ooops! Shit, I nearly didn't see that", she said as she stopped abruptly. Too high up the valley sides for her to just step on, she looked at all the life on the bridge and smiled, "let's have some fun". She could see and almost taste the palpable fear of all the people in their cars crossing the bridge as they saw the big shadow come over them.
"Be afraid, be very afraid, for I am about to crush you, hahahaha!". Which is exactly what she did. Tearing the bridge apart she let some of it crash to the valley below while she held the centre span and put in front of her eyes to take a closer look. The fear and panic was terrible. Even more so when she visibly licked her lips. "Nah! Won't do that yet". She then proceeded to wring the bridge span with her gloved hands and squeezed it and all that hadn't fallen off. You could see her fingers indent the metal and you could even see specks of red on her gloves as 100s were crushed for gratuitous fun. A capricious goddess, the world was in great danger..........
Washing her white leather gloves in the river just beyond where the bridge was, she stood up and strode towards the city, pausing only to smash the airport, and there she stood in all her glory, gloved hands on hips, leather clad boobs jutting out, legs apart,
She looked at the city and addressed its inhabitants:-
"Now, scum, bow to your goddess!"
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