The morning of the visit from the mining heiress Pryvani Tarsuss “dawned” (if such a word can be used on a moon) to find Rixie already in a foul mood. It had been a few days since she’d gotten the word that she, luckiest of all, would be the one to chaperone the little princess around the base. The intervening time had done little to ease her opinion of the whole adventure.

She was currently rushing about her quarters assembling her “Secondary Dress” uniform. It wasn’t as formal (nor as uncomfortable, frankly) as her full-court primary dress uniform, but it was a sight nicer than her regular duty uniform. 

Alex was entertaining himself watching her frantic attempts to get herself presentable. He sat on the top of his “container” with legs dangling over the side, munching idly on a piece of the green whatever-it-was that Rixie fed him with. It tasted an awful lot like a watermelon, oddly enough. 

“What’s got you so worked up today anyway?” Alex shouted so the Titaness could hear him over the sound of her own annoyed grumbling as she zoomed past again trying vainly to put on her boots and walk at the same time, succeeding in neither.

She grunted and sat down on her bed as she pulled on her boots. “I have to play babysitter to some spoiled rich kid on a holiday. The only reason Command is making me do it is because her family is politically connected. The old buzzsaw is probably hoping a good word will get her promoted off this rock.” 

Alex shrugged philosophically, “Well, it shouldn’t be too hard, right? I mean all you gotta do is walk around the station with her and make sure she stays out of restricted areas and such.” 

He grimaced as his jovial attitude was met by a giant-sized ice-glare from Rixie.

“All right, so what’s the big deal with this woman, then?” He took another bite out of the baseball sized chunk of… whatever… he was eating. “Why is she even coming to the station?” 

“To annoy me, probably!” Rixie was forced to smile at the sardonic look she got from Alex. 

“Okay fine. I guess she’s here to pick up some Earth animals. She’s obsessed by your planet, apparently. Has an entire moon full of Earth wildlife.” 

“Must be something good. What is she getting?”

Rixie shrugged as she snapped the last buckle on her boots. “I don’t know. Some big, aquatic mammals. Very rare, I guess.” 

Alex paused mid bite. “Big? Like how big?” 

Rixie stood and dug around in her closet for her uniform jacket. “Not quite as big as a Titan, from what I hear.” 

Alex grinned. “She’s getting Whales? That’s so awesome!” He stood and balanced on the top of the container. “You have to let me come see them!” 

Rixie whipped around so fast her braids snapped against the door of her closet. “What?! Do you have any idea how much trouble I’d be in if someone found out I had you? Not to mention the fact that you might get hurt!” 

Alex crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at his gigantic owner. “None of those considerations seemed to matter when you decided to take me for a walk in your pocket for your own amusement.” 

“Wh- yeah… but…” Rixie spluttered. 

Alex pressed his advantage. Taking a leap onto the floor (roughly a sixty or seventy foot drop, not really a dangerous height anymore thanks to the station’s lower gravity.) he landed next to Rixie’s feet and threw himself across her toe. “Please Rixie? I want to see more of the station and I haven’t left your quarters for days.” He kissed the top of her boot and looked up at her, doing his best puppy-dog impression. 

The giantess sighed exasperatedly. “Okay. Fine. You win.” She lowered her hand to the floor and scooped the little human into it. “I want you to know that you play dirty, though.” 

“Noted.” 

Rixie pulled herself to her feet and got a clean white cloth out of her desk drawer. She folded it in fourths and placed it at the bottom of the utility pouch attached to her belt. Then, perhaps just a bit peevishly, she took Alex between finger and thumb and dropped him into the pouch from a height of about ten feet. He landed unharmed. 

“Keep quiet, keep still and if you get me in trouble, so help me I will… I don’t know. I’ll swallow you or something.” She threw him one last rueful smile, and then zipped the utility pack closed. 

She paused to examine her reflection in the full length mirror. She wore black leather boots that came to mid-calf, with a two inch heel. They were absolutely terrible for running in, but the made an impressive sound on hard floors. On her legs were black cloth pants with a red vertical stripe down the outside of each leg. Around her waist was a red sash made out of a light material. Her blouse was forest green and it was covered by an unzipped black leather jacket. Her rank insignia, three gold diagonal slashes, was affixed to her right shoulder. Topping everything off was a red bandanna to hold her braided hair in check.

Satisfied that her uniform was perfectly presentable, she left to get the day over with. 

*.*.*.*.*.*

Luke had secreted himself under an overhanging shelf underneath the aquarium displays of reef sharks and dolphins (in separate tanks of course.) He was leaning back against the wall nibbling on a piece of, well, some sort of food. Whatever the shop keeper kept baiting her live traps with. It hadn’t taken long for Luke to figure out how to get around the cages, he got the feeling they weren’t actually meant to trap humans. 

Now it seemed the shopkeeper had given up trying to actually catch him. Now she seemed to merely be testing him. She had begun to place the food in difficult-to-reach places, which seemed counterintuitive to actually capturing him. It was if she was telling him “Let’s see how clever you really are.” And if those places she put food were any indication, the shopkeeper had a devious mind indeed. Luke found himself with a grudging admiration for the giantess, and he liked to think she’d begun to develop a certain amount of respect for him as well. Although sometimes it did seem like he was in a “Tom and Jerry” cartoon. …Just without the falling anvils. So far. 

“Hey, you got any more of that food?” Luke rolled his eyes. The speaker was Charlie, a short man with thinning blonde hair and watery blue eyes. He was in decent enough shape, for someone his age. He had the look of a weekend warrior, not a complete couch potato, but his only real physical activity was the office softball league, followed by a couple of beers at the local hole.

About a day after Luke had found himself in this Pet Shop of Horrors, he’d discovered the frozen forms of the other humans. It had taken him an hour to scale to the shelf the metal and glass coffins were stored on, and another few hours to figure out how to open the alien devices, because they took quite a bit of strength, at least for a human. 

He’d finally managed to open Charlie’s container, but that was as far as he had gotten before the clerk returned and they’d been forced to flee. Of course, after discovering another human “missing” the clerk had assumed- correctly- that her little nemesis had been behind it, and had moved the rest of the cryogenic units into a locked glass display case. Leaving Luke stuck, alone, with Charlie. If Luke had known he’d only get the chance to rescue one person, Luke definitely would have started with a woman. 

Luke tossed Charlie a bit of the food they had left with a scowl. It wasn’t just the fact that Charlie was male that irritated him, it was the fact that Charlie had become like a load that Luke now had to carry. Charlie had proven that he didn’t have any sort of survival skills, and seemed to have this bizarre fixation on their, for lack of a better term, hostess. He was under the delusion, from Luke’s point of view, that placing themselves at the mercy of the giantess was not only a good idea, but a desirable outcome. Luke had heard Charlie talking in his sleep. Apparently his subconscious thought he’d died and gone to heaven. 

Luke was about to give Charlie a piece of his mind regarding the uneven amount of work the two of them had been doing with regards to their own survival, when he felt the tell-tale vibrations that signaled the arrival of the giant store-keeper. 

“Shit!” He grabbed Charlie’s arm began pulling him into a hiding spot further under the shelf. “Come on man, she’s coming! We got to get out of here!” 

Charlie allowed himself to be pulled, but made things difficult by constantly glancing over his shoulder, as if trying to stall long enough so he could catch a glimpse of the giantess. 

“What’s the big deal anyway? I bet she’d help us.”

Once they were safely in their hiding spot, Luke vented his frustrations by roughly shoving Charlie to the ground. “You need to WAKE UP man!” He growled, jabbing his finger in the other man’s face. “I don’t know what that woman out there is, but she’s not human. She sells humans. Us, man. For all we know she wants to put us right back in to one of those tubes. And, after that? Who knows?”

Charlie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. Weren’t you just saying the other day you admired her?”

“That’s different. I admire her the way you admire an active volcano; from a distance and respectful of its capability to inflict damage. Not by wanting to stick your dick in it.” 

Charlie flushed from anger and embarrassment. He muttered angrily to himself, but soon lapsed into abrupt silence as the giantess came into view and he was lost in rapt attention, watching her move about the shop, cleaning.

Luke rolled his eyes. “I should have left you in that damn coffin.” 

*.*.*.*.*.*

Rixie paused outside the landing bay just long enough to take a deep breath. Well, she thought, this is it. I hope this doesn’t blow up in my face. 

Straightening her uniform she keyed in the access code for the landing bay that the Heiress was scheduled to dock with in a very short time. 

The door hissed open and she entered to find many work crews and technicians scrambling to finish various tasks. Standing in a corner, thankfully keeping well out of the way for the moment, was a huddle of men and women with recording devices. They were the tabloid photographers and journalists, if they could even be called that, who inevitably hounded Tarsuss wherever she happened to appear. Rixie hoped fervently that they would behave themselves. 

Glancing around, she noticed Kir was manning one of the sensor array workstations. With a smile of relief she made her way over to where her partner was sitting in the glare of the screen.

“Hello Kir. What’s the status of our visitor?” 

Kir grinned and ignored the question. “Oh, so you drew minding duties did you?”

“Yes, and if you don’t watch it I will find a way to foist them off on you.” Rixie mock-growled, “Now, what’s the status of the little rich girl?” 

Kir’s grin widened and he turned back to the screen. “Sensors indicate a Kilgian-class freighter and a smaller vessel that looks like a personal transport cruiser entered the solar-system not too long ago. I figure it’s a good guess that that’s our girl. She should be arriving momentarily.”

Rixie sighed. “Grand.” 

Cautiously, Alex poked his head out of the little hole at the end of the zipper that Rixie had left open for him. His mouth dropped open as he beheld the largest room he’d ever seen. It was difficult to comprehend the size of it. It didn’t even look like a room, rather like someone had built a roof over a small town. 

This was also the first time he’d seen a Titan other than Rixie. Now that he had something to compare her to, he realized how tall a member of her race she was. 

There was a beeping noise and the thigh that Alex was strapped to pivoted suddenly. Alex ducked his head back into Rixie’s pouch to avoid being spotted by one of the other titans rushing about. 

“What’s going on Kir?” Rixie asked, glancing over his shoulder at the terminal’s computer screen. 

“It’s a hailing frequency. The cruiser is requesting orbital berths for itself and the freighter in addition to landing permission for a shuttle detachment with two passengers.” 

Rixie nodded. “That will be her then. Transmit coordinates to the cruiser and raise the atmosphere shields around the bay door.” With a nod, Kir’s fingers flew across the keyboard as he began to input commands and send the appropriate messages to the waiting vessels. 

There was a klaxon siren as large metal panels rose from out of the floor and descended from the ceiling, forming a protective shell around the landing pad and the bay doors. These panels would preserve the atmosphere in the rest of the cargo bay when the doors opened to admit the shuttle. They would remain in place until the doors had been closed and the atmosphere around the landing pad had been equalized with the rest of the cargo bay. 

Rixie’s voice rose as she issued orders to the crew members in the cargo bay. “Clear the landing pad. Make ready the diplomatic contingent!” At her orders a line of soldiers in full dress uniforms appeared on either side of the panels. At her mark they snapped to full attention.

“What’s all this?” Kir muttered to her out of the corner of his mouth.

Rixie sighed wearily. “Technically, she’s got enough people living on that moon of hers for it to qualify as an official imperial colony. Which, again technically, gives her an imperial rank, which means she’s entitled to full diplomatic courtesies. This includes an official military honor guard upon her arrival. They’re also here to keep the journos and camera rats in line.” 

Kir chuckled. “Oh you’re going to have a fun day, aren’t you?” 

Rixie scowled. “I still outrank you, so shut up.” 

Kir grinned. “Yes Ma’am.”

There was a hiss of escaping air as the bay doors opened and the shuttle lowered itself on to the landing platform. Rixie could tell the shuttle was a far cry from the utilitarian shuttle and cruiser-craft that the military routinely employed. For one thing it was purple. Instead of being box shaped and bulky, this craft was streamlined and almost entirely made out of curves from stem to stern. It reminded Rixie of a deep sea fish rather than a spacecraft. The fact that it had decorative neon stripe-lights and a glitter coating didn’t help either. 

It was, Rixie was forced to admit to herself, rather pretty. 

“Landing successful. Bay doors closing, equalizing atmospheric pressure as we speak.” Kir informed her from his seat in the console. 

“Lower the shields as soon as the pressure has equalized.” Rixie responded. “No sense in putting this off any longer, is there?”

After a moment, the shield panels groaned as they began retreating back into their hidden alcoves in the floor and ceiling. When the panels had fully retreated, Rixie called for the honor guard to once again snap to attention. 

After an expectant moment, the doors of the shuttle hissed open and a disembarking ramp extended to the floor. When the door had been fully open, a single lone woman exited and began walking down the ramp at a sedate and steady pace, her eyes cast down at a data pad in her hand, seemingly oblivious to the military pomp that surrounded her. 

She was of medium height and slender build. Her long blonde hair was done up in a simple bun at the base of her skull, likely to keep it out of her way as she worked. Her skin was dusky and only the barest amount of makeup graced her features. She wore a scarlet red jacket over a black top, and a knee length black skirt. Her feet were in black heels. 

Her every movement showed economy and efficiency and she only looked up to take note of who had the highest rank present, or in other words, which person she needed to be addressing. It was then that Rixie was able to note she had dark brown eyes. 

“That is not at all what I expected from the tabloid princess.” Kir muttered into Rixie’s ear. 

Rixie smirked. “That’s because that is not Pryvani Tarsuss.”

She stepped forward to meet the other woman. “Welcome to Titan Station. I am Unit Leader Rixie Tam. I will be your liaison with the station’s military component. If you or Pryvani have need of anything please don’t hesitate to ask.”

The young woman gave Rixie a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her expression was as cold and business like as it was beautiful. “Thank you very much Unit Leader Tam. I am Trell Pria, Pryvani’s assistant. I can assure you that while Pryvani appreciates your station’s hospitality, we will be staying only long enough for our ships to refuel and refit and to secure the… livestock my employer has purchased.” 

“Speaking of your employer,” Rixie began “Will she be staying aboard your shuttle or…”

She was interrupted mid-sentence by the sudden commotion from the civilians in the docking bay. Flashbulbs from cameras and shouts from reporters looking for a quote suddenly erupted. 

Pryvani had finally decided to make an appearance.

She walked down the debarking ramp as if it were a runway for a fashion show. Pryvani Tarsuss was as loud and flamboyant as her associate was subdued and business-like. Her hair was below shoulder length and divided into three braids, each dyed a different color- teal, green and dark purple. She paused to spin around for the photographers, flashing them a brilliant smile. 

Her dress, if it could be called that, was really more like a fluorescent yellow leotard with train that looked like the tail feathers of some exotic bird, flaring out behind her until it reached the floor. 

Around her waist hung three leather belts, cinched loosely and dyed in geometric patterns of blue red and orange. Her legs were bare save for a pair of pearlescent nylons with web patterns woven into them, and finally on her feet were a pair of clunky platform sandals made out of what Rixie assumed to be clear glass. 

Rixie signaled to one of the other soldiers waiting in the docking bay. “I’ve had enough of the fashion show. Clear out the onlookers, I think we’ve indulged them long enough.” The soldier nodded and ran to round up the rest of the guards to escort the photographers and journalists out of the docking bay. 

With her audience dispersed, Pryvani finally made her way over to where Rixie and Trell had been waiting for her. 

“Pryvani, this is Unit Leader Rixie Tam. She’s going to be your guide around the station.” Pryvani finally seemed to notice Rixie was there. The young woman turned towards the soldier with a bright smile on her face. Now that she was closer, Rixie was able to see that the young woman had blue eyes with a green ring around the pupils. There was a small metal stud in her right nostril, a ring in her left eyebrow, and a small bar through her lower lip on the right side. 

She also had a pair of small cages dangling from her earlobe and inside each there were a number of small, brightly colored birds that were almost invisible to the naked eyes. Presumably, they were from Earth. 

Rixie was also amused to realize that she was still a head taller than the heiress even with those ridiculous looking platform sandals on her feet.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Rixie.” Pryvani made a sweeping gesture with her arm and began striding towards the exit, the other two women following in her wake. “I’m eager to see more of your station of course; I would just like to get the matter of my acquisitions out of the way first. I want those whales installed on my moon as soon as possible. I don’t want them sitting in those tanks a moment longer than they have to be. Tell me, when were they brought on board the station?”

Rixie’s long stride allowed her to catch up with the other woman easily. “Some time in the last shift. I don’t believe they’ve been on station long at all.” 

“Good. Trell, how long will it take to refuel the freighter?” 

The assistant tapped a few buttons on her pad. “The freighter should be ready to get underway sometime within the next rotation, Pryvani.” 

“Excellent. Give orders that they are to load and leave as soon as they are able. We will follow in the cruiser if need be. That’s why we brought it after all.” 

“Of course.” The assistant made a note on her datapad. 

“Now,” The heiress continued, turning to Rixie. “I’d like to get business taken care of, would you please take me to the person responsible for procuring those lovely creatures?”

*.*.*.*.*.*

Luke decided he preferred to be up high. For one thing, it guaranteed that he would never be accidentally stepped on, and for another it gave him an excellent vantage point for keeping an eye on the Titaness and any others of her race that might be in the store. The fact that, for whatever reason, scaling the mountainous shelves that were hundreds of feet tall took mere minutes, and falls from those same heights barely registered didn’t hurt either. 

It was also a good way to get away from Charlie for a little while. Out of the literally dozens of people he could have rescued, he had to pick the most annoying person out of the bunch. Charlie was currently down on the floor doing… whatever it was Charlie did. Perving on the shopkeeper, probably.

So Luke sat next to the cage full of silverback gorillas, (none of whom seemed to mind the fact they were stuck in a glass prison a million miles from where they’d been born) observing the landscape of the bizarre pet store. 

The door to the shop opened and the tallest giantess Luke had ever seen walked in, followed by two more women of more regular stature. The taller woman was wearing what looked like some sort of military dress uniform, while the other two looked like a ball-busting career woman and… Lady Gaga’s stunt double. 

The trio met the store owner at the counter and began having a conversation that Luke wasn’t particularly interested in paying attention to, especially since he’d finally spotted where Charlie had gone. The big idiot was on the floor, out in the open, and walking among the gargantuan feminine footwear like it was a day in the park. 

Luke cursed under his breath. The moron was going to get himself killed, and Luke was half tempted to let him do it. 

Only half though. With a curse, he began climbing down off his perch at the top of the shelf. 

Charlie wandered at the feet of the giantesses, gazing about in wonderment. He’d never dared get this close to one of the titans before. He felt like a gatecrasher on Mount Olympus. Or an insect. The thought thrilled him on some primitive level he didn’t fully comprehend. 

He stood at the feet of the booted giantess. He threw his head back and looked as high as he could, marveling at how gargantuan she really was. He couldn’t even see her face beyond her breasts. He was especially intrigued by the giantess in yellow. She was situated in front of him, and he allowed his eyes to slide down her shapely legs and thighs to where her platform sandals twitched with every movement of her neon pink painted toes. 

The platforms she wore elevated her feet over six feet high, taller than Charlie was, to the point where he had to stand on his toes just to see hers. It was what those platforms were made of that was the most incredible factor, however. 

Aquariums. Like some sort of seventies throwback the young giantess was standing on a pair of fully functional (as he drew closer, he could hear the motor of the air pump) saltwater aquariums filled with brightly colored fish and other sea life, including living coral. 

Charlie was so intent on examining the wondrous footwear the he didn’t see the fluorescent yellow wall of fabric until it was already on top of him. 

The giantesses had evidently finished their conversation, because the three customers turned to exit the store. Luke watched in horror as the train of the ridiculous outfit the Lady Gaga giantess was wearing snuck up on and ensnared Charlie while the idiot was too busy admiring the scenery. The giantess walked away and Charlie was nowhere to be found, which meant that he was still trapped under the acres of fabric the girl had dragging behind her. 

Luke put on a burst of speed, hoping to catch up with the departing women. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could help extricate Charlie from this predicament before it turned disastrous. 

It turns out Luke wasn’t that lucky. The giantesses’ superior strides took them outside of the store and beyond his reach before he got even close to catching up with him. Luke collapsed on the ground, gasping for air and mentally wishing Charlie good luck, because the fool was on his own now. 

Of course, now that he had stopped to rest he realized that, not only was he out in the open, but he felt a familiar tremor that he’d been ignoring in his haste to rescue Charlie. 

The footsteps of a titan.

With a mad dash he threw himself under the nearest set of shelves and waited, every muscles tensed and ready to run. His heartbeat racing wildly he watched as the familiar pair of leather sandals drew closer and closer with each step their titanic owner took. Within a half dozen steps they were upon him. Luke held his breath…

And then the feet passed right on by. He’d avoided detection again, for now.

With the danger passed, Luke sighed and shook his head ruefully. Should’ve left Charlie in that coffin. 

*.*.*.*.*.*

Rixie walked with the other two women down a corridor to the cargo hold that the procured sea mammals were being housed in. The conversation with the shopkeeper had been brief, thankfully, because all the details of the sale had been hashed out previously. All that had remained was for Pryvani to sign a few documents and ensure that the funds for the remainder of the sale price were transferred into the stores accounts properly. 

When they got to the cargo hold, Rixie keyed in her access code and led the way into the chamber when the door whisked open. 

The first thing they noticed was the whale’s song. Hauntingly beautiful, the vocalizations of the twenty-four creatures reverberated through the water of their tanks and echoed off the metal walls and ceiling. 

At the sound of the whale song, Alex decided it was time to risk another peek outside. He poked his head out of the pouch and saw exactly what he’d been hoping to. The tanks were absolutely enormous. Each of the tanks held four of the animals and looked as if the Titans had managed to contain an entire lake behind glass. Alex couldn’t even comprehend how many gallons of water must be inside each one of them. 

As he watched the majestic creatures swimming through the water, Alex realized that he had a very unique view of the animals. No one except somebody in a submersible could possibly be able to view them like he was. 

“They’re beautiful.” Pryvani whispered as she gazed enraptured at the animals, a child-like grin on her face. 

“They are rather amazing. They must be absolutely massive when compared to other Earth species.” Rixie commented. Pryvani was no longer listening, however. Before anybody could stop her, she had shed her costume on the floor and was halfway up the side of the first tank before anybody realized she was doing anything. 

She let out an excited laugh as she slid feet first into the tank and began to introduce herself to the whales, running a hand gently along the flukes of the closest ones. 

With an exasperated, long suffering sigh and a roll of her eyes, Trell stooped the gather the discarded garment, folding it neatly and tucking it under her arm. She turned to Rixie and shrugged her shoulders. 

“I don’t think she’ll be needing me anymore for today. I, however, have some business to conduct in private. If you could show me to the quarters that have been made available for us, I would be most appreciative. 

Rixie hesitated for just a moment, and then nodded. “If you’ll just follow me then.” 

*.*.*.*.*.*

Rixie led the blonde woman to the set of quarters that had been reserved for her and her employer after showing Trell the combination code that would unlock the door, she was told to wait just a moment. 

After a brief pause, Trell reappeared with a purple colored bathrobe. 

“Here. Could you please take this back to Pryvani? I know she’s a bit of an exhibitionist, but I don’t think even she’d want to parade naked through the station. At least, I hope not.” 

With a smile, Rixie took the garment. “I’ll make sure she gets it.” And with that, Rixie left to return to the cargo hold. 

After dismissing Rixie, Trell allowed the door to Pryvani’s quarters to hiss shut. She threw the ridiculous yellow dress she’d been carrying across the room where it landed unnoticed in a corner. Now that she was alone, she was free to vent the frustrations she’d had to keep under wraps since they’d left the exotic animal boutique. Because she’d seen them in the glass display case behind the counter. 

The shipment of live humans she’d paid those idiotic insects good money to get, that they had then lost. And now, NOW they were being sold as pets to moronic tourists and simpering nitwits like… well, like Pryvani Tarsuss. 

She kicked her high heeled shoe across the floor and let out a growl of frustration. She was so sick of the little rich brat, but unfortunately her real employer needed something the girl possessed, and so Trell would have to continue to play the part of a lackey, until she could find a way to take it. It wouldn’t be so bad if she could just get her hands on some of the humans that Tarsuss housed on that moon of hers, but the girl was surprisingly effective at protecting them from Trell; regardless of how unwittingly she did so. 

Trell was distracted from her temper tantrum by the sight of movement she caught out of the corner of her eye. She turned and watched as a tiny lump formed under the fabric of the discarded dress. In a moment that lump had turned into a tiny human form that crawled out from under the garment and then collapsed in a heap on the floor. 

She gathered the little man into her hand and carried him to the desk chair, which she sat herself in. 

“Now who are you?” She asked in a gentle tone of voice. 

The little man looked around, obviously frightened at being so close to her. “My… my name’s Charlie… ma’am.” 

Trell grinned. “What a cute name. My name’s Trell. Where did you come from?”

Charlie gulped. He was starting to think Luke had had a point about avoiding contact with the titans. Being in this woman’s hand was starting to feel… claustrophobic. “I, uh, was in the pet shop when I got swept up in that other woman’s dress.”

Trell smiled. “Really? Are there any others like you in that ‘pet shop’?”

Charlie shook his head. “N… no. Just me.”

Trell pouted. “Well that’s just too bad.” She brought her finger up and began stroking his hair lightly. “I need you to do me a favor, Charlie. Can you do that for me?” While she spoke she reached her hand into the desk drawer and extracted something. 

“I guess so.”

“Good. Open your mouth.” Before Charlie could react Trell forced the end of a tube into his mouth and squeezed. A thick, gluey gel squirted into his mouth, filling it completely. Try as he might, Charlie could neither swallow nor spit out the substance. In moments it had glued his mouth shut. 

“Remember to breathe through your nose Charlie!” Trell gushed enthusiastically, as she ripped his clothes off. “I am awful sorry about this, but, you see… my viewers don’t like to hear talking and screaming… I do, of course, but I think it makes them feel guilty… being reminded that it’s a living creature. And, well… I have to do what my viewers want; they’re the ones who pay to see my videos after all.” 

As she talked Trell stuffed Charlie into her cleavage for safe keeping, then began booting up a computer and setting up electronic equipment. 

After a few minutes in which Charlie struggled fruitlessly to escape, it seemed all was ready. She clicked a few buttons and the red light on the camera she set up winked on. She smiled seductively into the camera. 

“Hello to all my lovely viewers! This is Mistress Trell and I have a very special treat for all of you today!” She reached into her cleavage and extracted Charlie. Holding him by one ankle, she dangled him in front of the camera lens. “This, boys and girls, is a live human fresh from Earth. That’s right! I’ve managed to get my claws on a special little delicacy.” 

She raised Charlie to her ear, as if listening to him speak- of course, all she could hear now were indecipherable groans, the only vocalizations he was capable of making anymore. 

“Hear that folks? The little guy says his name is Charlie.” She grinned at the camera again. 

“What’s that Charlie? You say you want me to give you a kiss?” Vamping for the camera, she pressed her puckered lips against Charlie’s torso, the tip of her tongue slithering out to taste him. 

“Mmmm.” She moaned. “Oh Charlie, you do taste good.” Trell’s tongue shot out and licked him from head to toe. She then grasped him by the ankles and raised him above her open mouth. Charlie struggled futilely to escape. 

Trell grinned at his efforts. “Gee, you’d think he didn’t want to go in my mouth.” She licked at his face teasingly. “But we all know better, don’t we? What human could possibly resist Mistress Trell’s beautiful maw?” She lowered him into her mouth and clamped her lips around his thighs. With a primal growl that reverberated through his entire body, she pulled him back out through her lips, releasing his head with a slurp. 

She licked her lips and giggled girlishly. Winking at the camera, she set Charlie down on the surface of the desk and, without giving him any time to recover, she pinned him to the desktop with her tongue and began feverishly attacking him with it. Slurping and licking at him and raining saliva down on the hapless human. 

When Trell felt her viewers had seen enough of that, she sucked Charlie up into her mouth and sealed her lips behind him. She began to batter away at Charlie with her tongue, wrestling him with it and sliding him alone her jawline and into her cheeks. Every so often she would let loose with a low moan for the benefit of her viewers, and at other times she would lean towards the camera and open her mouth just enough for the camera to get a peek inside her cavernous maw. 

When she felt the recording had gone on long enough, she used her tongue to line the battered body of Charlie up with the opening of her throat. 

Opening her jaws so the camera could watch the entire ordeal, she allowed one last look at the doomed human, and then with an audible gulp, sent the little morsel feet first down her throat. 

She closed her eyes and moaned, leaning back in her chair with one hand on her stomach. She licked her lips slowly and moaned again. She allowed a tiny burp to escape her lips for the purpose of showmanship and then, making eye contact with the camera, a slow satisfied smile spread across her face. 

She cut the recording, and sat back in her chair again, stretching luxuriously. She could still feel the human in her belly, animalistic panic probably overriding any sense of reason the little creature might have had. She knew he wasn’t in any pain. Not yet anyway. The Titan’s digestive process was very long and drawn out. In fact if he could avoid slipping into her intestine, he might live for days yet, relatively comfortable. Part of Trell hoped he would. She relished the idea of one of Pryvani’s precious little vermin trapped inside of her, unable to escape. 

“That’s it little man, keep struggling.” She purred as she rubbed her stomach again. “You belong to Trell now.”