The scantly-clad giant reaches through the open window of the castle. Frightened, the princess runs towards the back of the room, but it took him less time for his fingers to touch the other side and wrap around her. His hand was only large enough to get through the window, but it smashed a good portion of the stone facade. As Catherine gets carried from her palace against her will, she meets her captors face-to-face.
The giant holding her smiles. "She looks pretty for a little ant mortal." The giantess in the bikini looks down at him. "Nobody's prettier than me, and no miserable little mortal will...OW!"
She recoiled in horror as she glances down at her nail. Blood gets drawn from what to her looks like a sliver but close to the eye, it is metal-tipped. She turns towards where her hand rested and found a swarm of tiny soldiers gather in the castle's courtyard. The best of the princess' personal army resemble small shiny insects to the giants, clad in bright armor and waving small but sharp weapons.
She snarls. "I hate it when toys don't play nice!" Looking through the army, she finds one soldier with a broken spear handle, as the rest found its way into her finger. This one feels her wrath first as he gets smashed into the ground with her thumb. "They need to be taught their manners..."
"Of course," the giant agrees. With princess in one hand, he reaches with the other towards the glittering miniature army. With a smile, he flicks the commander - a small act for him that sent the tiny soldier flying into his comrades and sending them sprawling on the ground. The giantess enacts her justice as she smashes the center of the mass with her fist. Both watch the remaining ones scatter in terror. "I think they learned their lesson," says the giantess. "They'll be good toys now..."
Both gather up the remains of the once valiant army and divide the spoils amongst themselves. "I'll keep them here to play with later..." The giantess slides her share into the cups of her bra, letting them hang face up to her beauty and tucked in place with her breasts. The giant lowers his share towards the strap of his thong. There they get pressed against his member while they resume their games with Catherine. Patting his stuffed crotch, he asks "What shall we play first with this one, Puella?"
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