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A manicured pair of enormous pinched fingertips crashed directly into the terrified huddle as they stumbled backwards and away; desperately hoping to avoiding Amanda's oversized acrylic claws. Each of the exhausted tiny slaves, who had stopped working in unison mere moments ago, were suddenly re-energized; pleading and scurrying around like bugs, fumbling in all directions to avoid the careless finger-falls of their giant master. The fleeing crowd was less than twenty out of the hundreds who continued toiling away; also exhausted but lifting, labeling, and dutifully organizing items on the giant's tabletop as she commanded. After several minutes of failing to pluck one of the fleeing tiny men between her nails without popping them, Amanda finally captured one as she leaned downwards and over the rebellious trembling crowd; tossing that one unruly tiny into her yawning hot mouth with a simple flick of her finger for all to see.

A sacrifice was required to appease the goddess, a sacrifice that would forever remind the others of their place in the cosmic pecking order.

Once inside Amanda's cavernous wet mouth, the naked and malnourished tiny started thrashing and kicking against her huge and unforgiving tongue with all his might; hopelessly trying to position himself into a safe corner of her jaw, pressing his negligible body-weight against her teeth and any firm surface he could find to brace himself against the torrent of bubbling saliva threatening to wash him down her slimy pulsating throat. However, Amanda's aim was not sustenance and she had no intention of offering this disobedient tiny the kindness of being swallowed alive. No, she instead planned to toy with him in a way that would strike fear within the hearts of the other tiny rebels witnessing his fate up-close. With that, Amanda pursed her mouth shut and began clicking and popping her tongue and hawking mucus from the back of her throat in a bid to drum up additional saliva - a deafening cacophony of rumbling growls from the perspective of a tiny man. While all this was happening, the little men standing on the tabletop below dared not look away; fearing that they would be next if they tried to shield their eyes from the horrors in front of them. As Amanda started swishing the building saliva back and forth between her cheeks like mouth wash, the minuscule slave trapped within the pitch-black horror of her mouth began to lose his grip to the rising tide of spit flooding the cavity in which he was hiding. It didn't take long for the pool of deliberately sloshing spit to dislodge the tiny man entirely and force him to panic swim against the swirling vortex of warm foaming saliva threatening to fill the giant's mouth completely. Soon, there was no space left for the tiny slave to breathe; his last gasp of stale air filling his throat with nearly a quart of frothy mucus.

When Amanda was satisfied that the tiny slave was no longer moving, she puckered her lips wide and parted her teeth just enough to allow a flood of viscous saliva to roll over her thick painted lips and onto the tabletop in-front of the tiny rebels; the awful bubbling cascade eventually revealing their deceased comrade, completely covered by the foul liquid - drowned to death in giantess spit.

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A manicured pair of enormous pinched fingertips crashed directly into the terrified huddle as they stumbled backwards and away; desperately hoping to avoiding Amanda's oversized acrylic claws. Each of the exhausted tiny slaves, who had stopped working in unison mere moments ago, were suddenly re-energized; pleading and scurrying around like bugs, fumbling in all directions to avoid the careless finger-falls of their giant master. The fleeing crowd was less than twenty out of the hundreds who continued toiling away; also exhausted but lifting, labeling, and dutifully organizing items on the giant's tabletop as she commanded. After several minutes of failing to pluck one of the fleeing tiny men between her nails without popping them, Amanda finally captured one as she leaned downwards and over the rebellious trembling crowd; tossing that one unruly tiny into her yawning hot mouth with a simple flick of her finger for all to see.

A sacrifice was required to appease the goddess, a sacrifice that would forever remind the others of their place in the cosmic pecking order.

Once inside Amanda's cavernous wet mouth, the naked and malnourished tiny started thrashing and kicking against her huge and unforgiving tongue with all his might; hopelessly trying to position himself into a safe corner of her jaw, pressing his negligible body-weight against her teeth and any firm surface he could find to brace himself against the torrent of bubbling saliva threatening to wash him down her slimy pulsating throat. However, Amanda's aim was not sustenance and she had no intention of offering this disobedient tiny the kindness of being swallowed alive. No, she instead planned to toy with him in a way that would strike fear within the hearts of the other tiny rebels witnessing his fate up-close. With that, Amanda pursed her mouth shut and began clicking and popping her tongue and hawking mucus from the back of her throat in a bid to drum up additional saliva - a deafening cacophony of rumbling growls from the perspective of a tiny man. While all this was happening, the little men standing on the tabletop below dared not look away; fearing that they would be next if they tried to shield their eyes from the horrors in front of them. As Amanda started swishing the building saliva back and forth between her cheeks like mouth wash, the minuscule slave trapped within the pitch-black horror of her mouth began to lose his grip to the rising tide of spit flooding the cavity in which he was hiding. It didn't take long for the pool of deliberately sloshing spit to dislodge the tiny man entirely and force him to panic swim against the swirling vortex of warm foaming saliva threatening to fill the giant's mouth completely. Soon, there was no space left for the tiny slave to breathe; his last gasp of stale air filling his throat with nearly a quart of frothy mucus.

When Amanda was satisfied that the tiny slave was no longer moving, she puckered her lips wide and parted her teeth just enough to allow a flood of viscous saliva to roll over her thick painted lips and onto the tabletop in-front of the tiny rebels; the awful bubbling cascade eventually revealing their deceased comrade, completely covered by the foul liquid - drowned to death in giantess spit.