The Private Dealings and Pleasuring of Anthony, the god. (Part 2: Giant Interrupted.)

Anthony still had the lingering taste of Emily on his tongue; it was a sweetly salty mixture of blood and fear that made his body hungry for more. The feel of Emily's soft supple body being mashed, and chewed between his molars, had made his now fully erect 9” cock gave a painful throb. His stomach growled in utter frustration, the small fill of Emily had done little to nothing to feed his hunger; in fact she had intensified it. Inside his wooden box, 15 tiny, scared prisoners had backed into the top right-hand corner of their boxed confinement as far away from their giant sadistic capturer as possible.

Anthony pushed the memory of Emily to the back of his mind, saved for a later solo session; right now he desperately needed something to take care of his swollen, dripping cock. He'd been rubbing it absently all the while remembering Emily's sweet tasting body, and all the fun he could have with his remaining toys, the question now was who would be his next bit of entertainment. He looked down, scanning the fearful faces of his captives, mentally debating which one he should play with next. After a while of thinking he came up with a brilliant idea.

"OK YOU LITTLE SHITS, I'M NOT GOING TO PICK ANY OF YOU THIS TIME TO WORSHIP MY GODLY BODY," he said with a devious smile, the tines seemed to relax at the sound of this, "INSTEAD I'VE DECIDED TO LET YOU PICK WHO WILL BE NEXT TO HONOR IT, HAHA!!!" there was a chorus of sobs and whimpers in response.