"Femdom stories in general all hold a common theme…
That of complete female superiority and domination…
Regardless of if the setting is sexual or not, the person in control is obvious…
Giantess stories are one example of the fetish fantasy sub-genre of this form…
 But tales of female dominance are more often set in reality - Femdom Stories"

(By: Domina Amanda) And now the final chapter in my Giantess Trilogy, seen now through the actions and motivations of Giantess Amanda. While this concludes the current sequence, in the future I will be posting more giantess stories, amongst the many other femdom stories and fetish themes I already enjoy exploring.
 

 
Part III - The Goddess of the Hunt
 
It was only natural that each of the beautiful Amazonian goddesses that ruled Giantess Island, would have their own personal preferences when it came to how they enjoyed their little male pets.
 
For the one they called The Huntress… that preference was a deadly game of cat and mouse.
 
It was because of her that the pets weren't well caged when not in use. "Let them escape," she would say, "they will fast learn the error of that decision." The older ones had done just that… they knew there was no escape… and with each new group that was added to their number, there was always at least one that would serve as a new example of just how complete their captivity was.
 
She could always tell which one would run… and she'd smile to herself every time, watching quietly as he would sneak off in the dark of night, thinking himself so crafty in his planning. And then she would wait. Letting him get a good head start before she set out after him, to try to make the inevitable a little more interesting.
 
Her heightened senses made it nearly impossible for her prey to escape… the mysterious effects of Giantess Island had not only made she and her sisters gigantic in size, it had also improved all of the other gifts nature had naturally bestowed upon them as females. So even when a little male mouse was smart enough to go to ground and hide, it would only serve to lengthen her enjoyment of the hunt… but the outcome remained the same.
 
Often while she was stalking her prey she would think of delightful ways to end the game. Would she kill him outright, and if so how? Would she toy with him more when he was in her hands… torment him terribly until his sanity cracked and he was left little more than a drooling bug to be put out of its misery? Or would she, in those rare cases, let him go to be hunted again?
 
Those rare exceptions were only made for the most intelligent of prey… those that she could enjoy more than once, who provided not only good sport, but a chance to further develop her skills against their ingenuity.
 
But this one… this foolish little mouse that the sweetly devoted new pet called Heller said was named "Kale"… he wasn’t one of those rare exceptions.
 
When Giantess Amanda… who the pets rightfully worshipped as "The Goddess of the Hunt"… found him, she simply took him to a branch high in a tree that she had stripped and sharpened… and impaled him on it… ramming his ass down to leave him there screaming as his body weight slowly forced the wood deeper into him.
 
She smiled as she imagined what the birds would do to him when he was found… and wondered if he would still be alive to welcome them with renewed screams.
 

Giantess Amanda
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"I'm not always so rough with my playthings…
But when female superiority is taken to such an extreme as Giantess Island…
It's very easy to become tyrannical in one's hedonism…
But then again… the definition of tyrannical is in the eye of the beholder…
What one might call ruthless and selfish, I see as the right of a Femdom Goddess…
To do however she pleases with insignificant male slaves - Giantess Stories"