The TrialBy AstrogatorThe blonde giantess Cindy, glancing up from her plate of scrambled eggs andfried men saw something white skitter across the kitchen floor toward thewastebasket. A little smile curled her lips and she whispered, "We have avisitor." The other three giantesses were similarly busy with their breakfasts.

Veronica, who was raven haired, Rachel the red-head, and Barbara, thebrown-haired hostess all continued eating. Cindy rose from her chair and walkedtoward the little man's hiding place. She stopped in the middle of the floorfacing the wastebasket and placed her feet wide apart. She then leaned over,took hold of the waste basket and lifted it up, exposing the man hiding behindit. She grinned as the little man stared up at her, apparently too hopeless torun. Slowly, Cindy lifted her huge sandal, and showed him the bottom. "Aren'tyou going to beg for your life?" she said.

The little man said nothing.

"Come on," she said. "Beg me for mercy. Maybe I won't step on you if you begfor mercy."The little man looked up at the giantess who was about to stamp him to death.

"It is wrong to kill," he said. "Murder is against the law."The giantess Cindy laughed and lowered her foot slowly to the floor, forcingthe man to his knees, then over on his back. She held him flat against the tilesof the floor with her foot. Only his head was showing. "Are you a lawyer, littleman?" she said, with a distasteful accent on the word lawyer.

"I was a lawyer until I was shrunk," he said. "Will you please give mesomething to eat?""I am going to squash you," Cindy said. "Food would be wasted on you. First,I want to hear you beg for your life.""Please kill me or please feed me," the man said.

Cindy took her foot off the man, bent over and raised him up to eye level.

"Aren't you a proud little fellow," she said. "What is your name?""I am Milo," he said.

"You came to steal food from our trash, didn't you?""Yes Ma'am," he said. "I don't deny it. I am desperately hungry."Cindy looked at her companions. "It's no fun to squash a man who doesn't wantto live. I am going to save him for later." She put him in an empty fruit jarand dropped in a little scrambled egg. "Would you like a little fried man?" sheasked, before putting the lid on the jar. When Milo shook his head with ahorrified look on his face, she laughed and screwed the lid down.

"You better put some holes in the lid," said Barbara.

"I know that," Cindy said. She took an ice pick from a drawer and stabbed atthe lid of the jar a few times, causing the man inside to cringe on the bottomof the jar. "There, that takes care of him." She put the man on a high shelf,but near the edge so he could see the table.

"Don't forget about him up there," Barbara said.

Cindy sat down and resumed her breakfast. "I like the idea of having my ownlawyer," she said. "Maybe we can think of a game to play with him later." Shelooked at Veronica who was staring thoughtfully at her plate. "What deepthoughts are you thinking this morning, V?"Giantess Veronica looked up. "It's not murder to step on a man, is it? Wedon't have to obey their laws, do we?""No, we don't," said Barbara. "That is why we shrunk them. But we can makeour own laws.""We don't need laws," Cindy said. "Laws are just a waste of time."Barbara said, "You are wrong, Cindy. Even we need laws. We should make ourown laws and enforce them.""But how do we do that?" asked Rachel.

"We make up a set of rules," Barbara said. "Then we all agree to them. Thatis how laws begin. When we want to change a law or make a new law, we vote. Onegiantess, one vote.""All right," Cindy said. "I'll start. The first law is: We can fuck any manwe can get our hands on." She winked at Milo.

Barbara looked around. "What do you say Rachel?""It sounds like a good law to me," the redhead replied.

"Okay, that's the law," said Barbara. "Now you, Rachel. You have an idea?""Yes. It is against the law to kill a giantess," said Rachel. Everybodyagreed to that. Veronica said, "It is against the law to steal another giantessproperty." Again there was no dissent.

"How about you, Barbara," asked Cindy. "Don't you want to make one?""Yes," Barbara said. "It shall be against the law to kill a man withoutjustification.""Awww no," said Cindy.

Veronica looked at Cindy and then at Rachel.

"I agree," said Rachel. "Don't you agree, Veronica?"Veronica looked at Cindy who shook her head, then at Barbara. "If I vote no,it will be a tie. What will that mean?""The usual parliamentary ruling in the case of ties is that the motion isdefeated," Barbara said.

"Vote no, Veronica," Cindy urged.

"Well, Rachel and Barbara think it should pass," Veronica said, uncertaintyon her pretty face.

"Don't let them decide for you. Decide for yourself," Cindy said. "Vote no.""I vote yes," Veronica said abruptly, and grinned.

Cindy said defiantly, "That is a silly law. I like to crush men underfoot. Idon't see anything wrong with it."Barbara said, "It was fun having a revolution and punishing the men for theway they have treated women for thousands of years. But we are in control nowand we have to start acting in a responsible manner.""Oh, really?" Cindy left the room. She came back a few moments later carryingher purse which she placed on the breakfast table. "Watch this." She reachedinto the purse and brought out a man. He was screaming in terror, kicking andpushing against her huge fingers as she lowered him to the floor and drewherself up to her full, awesome height before him. "I am going to squash youflat," she said.

"No, please," the man whimpered. "Don't kill me!"Cindy stamped him into a red smear on the floor, then turned defiantly toface the others.

Rachel looked at Barbara. "Did you see what she did? We just outlawed thatsort of thing. What are we going to do about it?""We'll have to hold a murder trial," Barbara said. "Since this is my house, Iwill be the judge. Rachel, you prosecute. Veronica, go round up a jury."Veronica look puzzled. "Where will I find twelve women to sit on a jury?""We'll use men, of course. Go round them up." Veronica nodded and headed forthe back door.

"I don't want to prosecute," said Rachel. "I don't know anything about suchthings."Barbara said, "Then go find yourself a lawyer. The city is full of them."Rachel pondered a moment and then she looked up at the jar on the top shelf.

"No you don't," said Cindy. "He's my lawyer. You go get your own."Rachel shrugged and left, saying, "That shouldn't be too hard."Barbara looked at Cindy and said, "Go prepare your defense. Since I am goingto be the judge in this case, I want everything to be done properly.""Yes, your honor," Cindy said, with a grin.

***The trial of the giantesses was about to begin.

The judge sat down on a chair and stamped her foot for order, then crossedher long , long lovely legs. "Is the prosecution ready?" she said. A slender redheaded girl came forward holding a little man in her hand. She placed him on thefloor in front of the judge. The judge looked down at the little man and saidsternly, "Are you prepared to prosecute this case, Mr. Lawyer?"The man held up his hands in a gesture of helplessness. "Your honor, I can'tprosecute this case. I know nothing about it.""You are a lawyer," the judge said. "Just do your best.""But I can't—"The judge uncrossed her legs and stamped her foot again. She tilted her footback on it's heel, giving the little man a good look at the sole of her shoe.

"If you don't do as your told, I am going to stomp on you. Now shut up until youare called upon." She looked up. "Is the defense ready?"A tall blonde stepped forward, also holding a little man in her hand. "I haveengaged counsel to act in my defense your, honor. This is my attorney." Sheplaced the little man on the floor next to the prosecutor. The two men exchangedterrified glances, then looked back up at the judge.

The judge crossed her legs again and smoothed down her short black skirt.

"Now, is the jury ready? Did anyone bring a jury?""Here it is," said a dark haired girl, carrying a shoe box. "I just finishedcollecting them." She placed the box on the floor and removed the lid. Insidewere twelve tiny men. They started to try to bail out of the box at first, butwhen they saw the dark-haired giantess kneeling over them, they all settleddown. "Listen to the judge," the dark haired girl admonished them.

"Listen, Jurors," the judge said. "You have been summoned to hear theevidence in a case of alleged murder and render a verdict. You will put asideall prejudice and preconceived notions and base your decision entirely on whatyou hear in this courtroom. Do you understand?"The jurors did not answer, but some of them were gazing around lookingconfusedly at what appeared to be a colossal kitchen.

The judge continued, "If anyone of you believes that he cannot render a justverdict in this case, just hop right out of that box and come over here. I'll beglad to excuse you with the bottom of my shoe here."No one got out of the box.

The judge turned to the tall blonde woman. "Okay. Cindy, you are charged withstomping a man to death for no good reason. How do you plead. Guilty or notguilty?""I am not guilty, your honor. You see, I was…""Shut up, Cindy," said the judge. "Don't address the court no more. Let yourlawyer do your talking for you."Cindy looked down at her tiny lawyer beside her sandal. "Say something, youlittle worm!"The lawyer said, "Your honor, the defense will reserve its remarks for itsopening statement."The judge smiled. "That's good. The prosecutor will begin with his openingremarks."The prosecutor walked slowly up to the jury box and began, "Gentlemen of thejury, the prosecution will show beyond a reasonable doubt that Cindy here didmurder ---" He turned and faced the judge. "Your honor, I don't even know thename of the deceased!"The judge laughed. "Neither does anybody else. There wasn't enough left toidentify. Where did you find that fellow, Cindy?"Cindy shrugged. "Just a guy. I don't know anything about him.""Continue with your remarks, Mr. Lawyer," said the judge, nodding at theprosecutor.

When the prosecutor had concluded his remarks, the defense counsel made averbal motion to dismiss the jury. "My client is entitled to a jury of herpeers. These men are clearly not her peers.""Motion denied," said the judge. "Proceed with your opening remarks."The lawyer looked up at Cindy with a helpless gesture. "I would like toobject, but I am afraid the judge might lose her temper and --- you know," hesaid.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Cindy said. "Go ahead and object."Pleased by Cindy's support, he turned back to face the court. "On whatgrounds is my motion denied," demanded the defense counsel.

"On the grounds I said so," the judge replied.

The defense counsel looked at his client and she nodded. "You are doing good,Milo. Keep it up," she said. "When this is over I will be very good to you."Beaming,the lawyer faced the judge again. "But your honor, these men areobviously going to be prejudiced against my client. They have been terrorized,kidnapped, and brought here against their will. They have seen many of theirfriends killed the same way as the victim. How can they be impartial?""I told them I would stomp on them if they didn't put aside theirpreconceived notions," the judge said. "I will too." Barbara looked up from thelawyer at the giantess who sat behind him. "Cindy, will you call off your littlepuppy dog? He's holding up the trial."Cindy kissed the end of her finger and touched it to the lawyer's face.

"That's enough, Milo. You done real good."The judge looked at Milo. "Are you going to address the jury or not?"Milo walked over to the jury box and began: "Men, we are all here becausethese Giantesses want us here. We are all in the same boat, you and I. I guessyou know what is going to happen to the losing counsel in this case. I am nottrying to appeal to your sympathy, because obviously somebody is going to loseand I am sure the prosecutor wants to live just as much as I do. But you knowhow giantesses are. They can kill us now or wait and kill us later or they canlet us go free. There is absolutely nothing we can do about it. They decide. Theonly decision that remains with us as men is how we shall conduct ourselves.

We do not know what cosmic force, what law of nature, or what providence itwas that placed us in the power of the giantesses, but we are faced with theinescapable fact that in their power, indeed we are. Still, it is up to us tobehave honorably. It is not dishonorable to obey the giantesses, because theyhold the power of life and death over us. So you, the gentlemen of the jury arecommanded to render a fair and honest verdict in this case and this you must do.

Though it may be tempting to take this opportunity to punish in some small way amember of that race that enslaves us, you must put such feelings aside. You mustjudge this case purely on the basis of the testimony you are about to hear andyou must make your verdict in accordance with the instructions which the judgewill give you when evidence has been presented. You must do this, which you arecommanded to do, but not because you are commanded to do it. You must do it forthe sake of your own honor and your own sense of justice. That is all I have tosay to you at this time.""That was well spoken, Milo," Cindy said. "I think you are doing a good job."The judge said to the prosecutor, "Call your first witness.:The prosecutor said, "I call the most beautiful, the most elegant, the mostnoble lady, the great and terrible giantess, Rachel."Rachel giggled. "Wow! That was quite an introduction."The judge pointed to an empty chair in front of the table. "Sit thereRachel."Rachel took the stand and the prosecutor asked, "Rachel, did you witness thealleged deadly assault on the nameless victim whose untimely death brings us allhere today?""I did," said Rachel.

"Did you see the person who inflicted this injury upon the deceased?""I did.""Is she here in the courtroom?"Rachel pointed to Cindy. "There she is. She did it. She just took him out ofher purse and squashed him for no reason.""Objection," said Milo. "Will the court please instruct the witness to answerthe question that is asked and not waste the courts time with opinions?"Barbara stamped her foot in place of a gavel and said. "He's right, Rachel.

You just answer the question. Let the prosecutor do his job. For the record,however, the witnesses has identifed Cindy as the assailant. Proceed counselor."The prosecutor came closer to Rachel and stood at her feet, looking up to herface. "Tell me, Rachel. Did the deceased attempt to flee from the giantessCindy? Did he appear to attempt an escape?""No, he did not.""Did the defendant in this case give an order to the man which he refused toobey?""No, she did not.""Then you saw nothing in the behavior of the deceased that would justify hissudden, abrupt, and cruel extinction?""I did not."The prosecutor turned to the judge and said, "I have no more questions, yourhonor."Milo approached the witness for the cross examination. "Dread lady, have youever crushed a man under your feet?""Objection," said the prosecutor. "Immaterial.""Sustained," said the judge.

"All right," Milo said. "You testified that the deceased was in thedefendant's purse, immediately prior to his demise. Do you know how he got intoher purse?""She put him in there," Rachel said.

"Did you see her put the deceased in her purse?""No, I didn't you little smarty pants," Rachel said, leaning forward. "But Ihave seen her put lots of men in there.""But not this particular man."Rachel scowled. "No, not him.""Had you ever seen the man before?"Rachel shrugged. "I don't know. She probably got him from the cage on theback porch where we put the extra ones. The same place I got the jury.""Did the defendant unfasten her purse when she took the man out?""It was already open," Rachel said.

"Then as far as you know, the deceased may have slipped into the defendant'spurse in order to steal."The prosecutor said, "Objection. The defense is calling on the witness tospeculate.""Sustained," said the judge. "Don't answer that, Rachel.""I am merely trying to show," Milo said, "That there are alternativeexplanations for what the dread lady reported than that in the charges.""Bullshit!" shouted someone in the jury box.

A stunned silence fell.

Barbara turned slowly to the jury and said, "Who said that?"No one in the jury box spoke up.

"If the person who said that is not identified and removed from the jury, Iwill have to declare a mistrial and begin again with a new jury. That is goingto make me very unhappy." Barbara uncrossed her legs and swung to face the jury.

"Gentlemen of the jury, I am going to ask Veronica to close the jury box forfive minutes. When she opens the box again, you will produce the member who wasresponsible for that bit of profanity. If you do not, the box will be taped shutand placed in a 350 degree oven for fifteen minutes."The jury did not hesitate. Immediately eleven of them began pointing at theone who had spoken and shouting, "He's the one! He's the one!""Silence," thundered the judge. She beckoned with her finger to themiscreant. "Come here, little man. I want to have a word with you."Slowly and stiffly, the man climbed out the box, with some help from hisfellow jurors, and approached the judge. When she snapped, "Come closer" he cameand stood between her feet. The judge bent over, picked him up in her left handand set him on her knee. He stood on her knee whimpering with her huge fingerswrapped around his body. "What is your name?""Tom Pu---""That's enough, I don't care about your last name," said the judge. "Listen,Tom. I would like to kill you right now, but if I do, then the jury will beshort one member. You have behaved very badly, and I cannot overlook that, butif you will agree to behave yourself for the rest of the trial, I will let yougo back to the jury box. Do you agree to these conditions?""Yes," Tom cried. "Thank you, judge! Thank you. I am very sorry.""Don't thank me yet," said the judge. "I have not yet decided to let youremain on the jury. Before I make my decision, you must convince me that youunderstand the seriousness of your offense.""How can I do that, judge?" he asked.

The judge said, "I will let you choose your own punishment. When the trial isover, you will be put to death in the manner you have chosen. But only if youchoose a method that is satisfactory to me."The little man was stunned. "I thought you were going to spare me!""That is not what I said. Now think it over. How shall I put you to death.

Shall I stamp you, crush you with my hands, or what?"He thought a moment and said, "I want to be fucked to death.""Really?" said the judge, smiling. "That could take a long time.""I know," said the man. "That is why I want it.""Your choice pleases me," said the judge. "But I warn you, I have verydelicate control of my vaginal muscles and I can prolong your agony all night ifI wish to. I promise you that before you die, you will regret that you did notchoose a quicker death." She set him on the floor and let him return to the jurybox.

The judge crossed her legs again and looked at Milo. "Do you have any morequestions of the witness?""I just want to clarify a couple of points," said the defense. "Is it yourtestimony that the defendants purse was not fastened shut when she removed thedeceased and you did not see how or when he got into her purse.""Yes, but it is pretty obvious to me—" Milo tried to interrupt but thegiantess big loud voice rumbled on. "She put him in there and knew all along—""Rachel!" said the judge. "One moment. I think the defense is trying to get aword in edgewise here.""Thank you, your honor," Milo said. "I ask that the jury be instructed todisregard the witnesses last statement, except for the word 'yes'.""So ordered," said the judge. "Are you through, counselor.""Yes your, honor."Barbara swung her gaze toward the prosecutor. "Call your next witness."The prosecutor said, "I ask for a recess in order to interview additionalwitnesses, your honor.""Request denied. Since the prosecution has no more witnesses, we will proceedwith the defense. Go ahead, counselor."Milo said, "Your honor, may I have a brief conference with my client?""Go ahead."Milo turned to Cindy. She lifted him up and placed him against her ear. "Iknow that you giantesses are going to kill us all when you are through with yourlittle game," said Milo. "But I still want to win this case if I can. What I amcounting on is that the jury doesn't know. They are just a bunch of ordinaryguys and they believe that if they do as they are told they will be allowed tolive. They believe it because they need to believe it. The way I see it, thereare two strategies. We can play it straight and try to create a reasonable doubtin the minds of the jury, or we can try to make them more afraid of you than ofthe judge or the lady that accused you. If we play it straight, you will need totestify that you killed the man for such and such a reason. If we try tofrighten the jury, you will have to openly threaten to get even with them ifthey find against you. How do you want to play it?"She moved him in front her and said quietly, "Let's play it straight. I'lltestify." * * *The jury was brought back in and placed on the floor. The bailiff lifted offthe lid of the box and the jury stood up.

"Have you reached a verdict yet?" said the judge.

"Yes, we have," said the foreman. "We find the defendant guilty as charged.""thank you, gentlemen of the jury, you may now retire to consider thesentence," said the judge. "In case of murder, the maximum penalty is death andthe minimum is probation. Bailiff ---"Before Veronica could move, the jury began to shout in unison: "Death! Death!Death!"Milo ran toward the jury box waving his hands and screaming, "No! No! No!"Cindy reached down and snatched him up onto her lap.

Barbara grinned and looked Cindy. "I guess you are done for. How shall thesentence be carried out?""Why don't we let the gentlemen of the jury carry out the sentence," Cindysuggested, with a big grin.

"All right," said the judge. "Gentlemen of the jury, kill the defendant."Cindy placed her attorney on the floor and walked toward the jurors who stoodhuddled in the box, staring up at her. "Well, here I am. Aren't you going tocarry out the sentence?"No one moved, no one spoke. They now realized they had been the victims of acruel hoax. "The trial is a fake," the foreman of the jury said. "They were justhaving fun. They are going to kill us."There were cries and men started trying to climb out of the box. Rachelleaned forward and pushed them back in. She then closed the box and carried itto the bathroom. There was the sound of screams, the flushing of the commode,more screams, and the commode was flushed again. Veronica came back grinning.

"The jury has been excused," she said.

Barbara said, "Since the jury failed to carry out the sentence of the court,I will have to suspend sentence," she said. "Since you were found guilty, Cindy,you should perform some public service, therefore I order you to do somethingnice for the prosecutor. He did a good job and he should be rewarded."Cindy said, "I agree." She walked toward the prosecutor and picked him up inher hand. He screamed in terror and she hushed him. "In recognition of the finejob the prosecutor did, let's all give him a hand. Rachel?"Rachel started clapping her hands.

"Veronica?"Veronica started clapping her hands and then the judge began to applaud.

Cindy looked down at Milo. "Aren't you going to applaud the prosecutor for doinga fine job?"Milo said nothing. He stood with head bowed and waited.

"Milo is a sore loser," said Cindy. "But I am not." With that, she broughther palms together with a loud smack. "Oops!" she said. With a single blow, shehad smashed the life out of the prosecuting attorney. "Sorry about that."All the giantesses laughed. Barbara handed Cindy a paper towel to wipe herhands.

Rachel pointed to Milo. "What about him?"Cindy looked at him with a grim expression on her face. "You lost the case,Milo," she said. "Don't you think I have the right to kill you for letting medown?"Milo looked up at her. "No Cindy, you do not have the right. You have thepower, that is all."The giantesses laughed at him. Cindy laughed loudest of all. When she wasthrough laughing, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Yes, I have the powerand I know how to use it. Before I kill you, Milo, I want to hear you beg foryour life."Milo said nothing.

Cindy lifted her foot up into the air above his head. Milo still saidnothing. "All right, Milo, you leave me no choice. Take off your clothes."Milo obediently removed his three piece suit.

"Now lie down on the floor, on your back."Milo did as he was told.

Cindy placed her foot on his body, but withheld pressure. "This is your lastchance, Milo. Beg for your life, if you want to live.""I want to live," Milo said. "I don't want to die."Cindy frowned. "Why? What good is your life, Milo? You are just a little specof terrified, frightened flesh. You are going to be just what you are for therest of your life. What's the point? You are nothing, worthless, useless. Youare totally at the mercy of any woman who comes near you. A three year old girlcould crush with her chubby little hand. Do you really want to live like that?""I don't want to die," said Milo.

"Then beg," said Cindy. "Beg for your life. Show me how much you want tolive. I want to know because that will make killing you all the morepleasurable."There was no hope, Milo realized. There never was. "I am ready to die if thatis your decision," he said. "Good bye, Cindy." He closed his eyes and waited.

Milo found himself lifted into the air by huge hands. He was doused with bigwet kisses by four giantesses. Cindy had tears in her eyes. "I am taking Milohome with me," she said and hurried from the house carrying Milo against her bigbreasts.

The other three giantesses stood side by side, holding hands. "Just imaginewhat might have been," Barbara said, "If all men were brave and good like Milo."Veronica said, "It can still happen."Rachel said, "How?"Veronica grinned. "Let's get out there, and kill all the bad ones."The other two giantesses laughed. "We'll never be able to do that," Barbaraobjected.

"Probably not," agreed Veronica. "But it will be fun to try."