Breakout 1 (Myo)

Myo

After how the guards treated him earlier, Myo was afraid to be seen. But Surabi’s freedom and his own depended on him seeing this through, and he swallowed down his fears.

Water, and fire. Just find water, start a fire, throw in the sack.

As it turned out, since the day's labors were done, no one seemed to pay him any mind. He reasoned that so long as he stayed calm, he would appear to be just another **** going about his business. He just hoped he wouldn’t run into either of the two that had thrown him into Surabi’s cage.

He found the water easily enough. The whole place was built around the only well for leagues in any direction. The water was guarded, but not hidden, and there were indeed already barrels filled to supply the mule trains that carried the salts to markets, where it would be traded for coin, food, and new slaves to replace those who died mining the salt. Such were the economics of salt mining.

The fire would prove a tad more difficult. Myo knew where the largest building was, near the well, where provisions, and mined salt was stored. Unfortunately, it had been made out of stone, and there wasn't much to burn besides some thatching. There was no way he could just climb up to the roof with a lit torch in his hand and remain unseen.

There was a barn made with more wood, but Myo was hesitant to set all those innocent mules on fire. After all, they’d done nothing to harm him, and were probably just as mistreated as he was. The **** tents were similarly innocent, and he figured the guards wouldn’t care a whit if those burned down.

That left the guard’s barracks. Myo could tell it had been constructed from the trunks of desert palms, and thatched with their dried fronds. Altogether, it seemed both large enough and quite flammable. Having no qualms about burning the homes of slavers and power-mad enforcers, he set about finding something to start that fire.

He grabbed a stray stick and lit it in a fellow ****’s cookfire. Myo waited behind the building until he was sure no one would see him. Then it was simply a matter of stuffing some dry grasses into a hole at the bottom of the structure, and shoving the burning stick in. In this dry climate, the foliage ignited almost instantly, almost too quickly.

Now or never.

Myo hastily threw the bag that Surabi had given him into the flames. Then, he ran.

“Fire! Fire! Fire!” He yelled, as if he hadn’t been the one to start it.

“Where, boy?” Asked a guard.

“The barracks! Hurry! Fetch Water! I’ll get more slaves!” The lies came easily enough to Myo.

Not allowing himself to be detained, he ran off as quickly as he could, shouting about the barracks fire. No one stopped him, and when he pointed back to where he had come, guards ran down to save their quarters, dragging any nearby slaves with them.

It was going even better than he’d dared hoped.

At last he finally arrived in front of Surabi’s cage. There were two guards standing before the tarp that covered the cage door. For one so accustomed to meekness, the rush of armed men obeying his summons was like a fine wine, and he was confident in his ability to lie his way past any remaining obstacles. Though Myo’s lungs were burning from the strain of both running and yelling, he ignored the pain, and repeated his alarm once more.

“Guards! Quick! The barracks is on fire! They need all hands to put it out!

But it seemed this pair were either lazier or more suspicious than their fellows.

“We’re not supposed to leave our post for any reason, strict orders.”

“Nevermind that, captain's orders! You must hurry! Before it spreads!” He turned to point at the fire, and was surprised to see that in the time it’d taken him to run here, the entire barracks had gone up in flames, sending a plume of smoke into the empty night sky. As far as he could see, no one was even trying to douse the fire with water.

“We can’t leave you little fool! Do you want the beast to escape and kill us all?” Said the left guard.

“And why would the captain send you, shrimp, and not one of us? Wait…” the man on the right stopped abruptly, brow furrowed in confusion, “... how in the hell did you…”

Too late did Myo recognize him. He’d been so sure the little man he’d thrown inside was torn limb from limb by the beast, but Myo had to go and prove him wrong.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

“It is you!” He leveled his spear at the escaped ****.

Thus concluded the stealth and subterfuge portion of his plans. Myo had to think fast, or be impaled.

So, he screamed.

“SURABI!”

The giantess must have been listening to their exchange from just behind the bars. One moment there was a cloth-covered gate separating them, the next, there wasn’t. Myo heard a growl, the creak of bending metal, and then a plume of dust rolled over them.

He saw a blur of motion take out the left guard, three meters away. The right guard turned to confront this new threat, and Myo took that opportunity to scramble out of reach, into the cover of dust.

Myo couldn’t see what happened next, but he could imagine. Two screams, a yelp, a thwomp, and that was that.

Good riddance.

When the dust cleared, he saw Surabi standing over the broken body of the guard. Her immense chest wobbled and heaved with her rage, but she calmed noticeably at the sight of Myo. She spread her strong arms, and he rushed headlong into her bosomy embrace, ignoring the flecks of blood. He wanted to stay right there, between her warm, soft pillows, trying his best not to think of how he'd nearly been gutted, and how effortlessly she'd just killed two men. It was the thunderous pounding of her massive heart that kept him anchored to the present, and focused on their current predicament.

“Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” She didn’t wait for his answer, feeling all over his head, and lifting his clothes to check his body for fresh wounds. He was glad she had the grace to ignore his erection.

He turned around, and was confronted with the sight of the other guard. What Myo had partially glimpsed as a gray blur was actually the gate to Surabi’s cage crashing into him with preposterous speed. The man’s body looked like a rabbit crushed by a warhammer.

“No, uh… I think you got him before he even knew what happened.”

“Good, else I’d have needed to kill him twice.” Finally satisfied that he’d sustained no new damage in the last hour, she mussed up his hair, and stood up to her full, towering height.

Myo realized that this was the first time he’d seen her completely unrestrained, and she set about stretching out her limbs for the first time in so many months. Her cage had **** her to crouch or stay on her knees, but now he could truly see her as she was. Surabi was easily four times his height, and countless times his weight. Bathed in the pale moonlight, she looked like nothing less than a temple statue of a fertility goddess made flesh; a vision of excessive femininity.

When she reached for the sky, arms stretched out over her head, he couldn’t even see her face behind those colossal, wobbling tits. She now sported two long braids that hung down to her incredibly broad, matronly hips, considerably wider than her shoulders. Powerful thighs and calves ripped, as she rocked back and forth on her toes.

How strong must she be, to have broken through solid iron in only the time between heartbeats?

Myo barely reached her knees, and wouldn’t have been able to jump high enough to touch her dangling loincloth. Just the thought made him want to fall onto his own and pray to her.

Considering how she’d just saved his life, she’d already done more for him than any of the gods or goddesses of his people. This magical woman made him feel so tiny, so insignificant, and yet that only made it all the sweeter that she still cared if he lived or died, as none else ever had. Myo felt immensely lucky just to stand in her presence.

My goddess.

“Did you find water?” She asked, still in the process of cracking every joint and stretching every muscle in her towering body.

He was too busy basking in her radiance to answer straight away, but after a moment his ears caught up with his eyes. “Yes! The well is in the center of camp. Getting water should be easy for you, they have barrels already loaded for the mule carts.”

“Perfect! And the fire? Did you use the plants?”

“Yes! I set the barracks on fire.” He pointed to the smoke, feeling particularly proud of how well that had worked out, the last guard notwithstanding. “And I threw in the sack of plants just like you said.”

“Perfect! You have met every challenge set before you. Now, Myo, you can leave the heavy lifting to me. I shall only need a few more minutes to prepare.”

Surabi turned her attention back to the cage. At first Myo thought she was about to tear the iron bars out from her cage to use as weapons, but it was the canvas she was after. She tore it from its scaffolds, delighted to find some decent rope had secured it.

Working quickly, she ripped two pieces from the stolen canvas, and fashioned them into simple slings, looping one around her massive tits, and the other behind her back. The sling’s support kept her breasts a full half-meter above where they normally sat, exposing the tightly-packed muscles of her abdomen for the first time.

Gods, she must be stronger than a team of oxen.

“Ah, you have no idea how I’ve longed for something to hold these.” She grinned, heaving and dropping her half-covered breasts repeatedly. “Now they won’t wobble about so heavily, or crash into my arms when I run.” Despite her jostling, the fabric held, though Myo could almost hear the threads being stretched to their limits. The third she tied around her waist, and secured with a loop of rope.

“Now, come to me.” She opened her arms, as if to hug him, and Myo ran to her.

But this was not the time for hugging. Instead, she lifted him to her shoulder, and proceeded to weave her newly braided hair around him.

“What-” He spat some of the hair out of his face, “-are you doing?”

He squirmed, confused, but she held him steady with only half of her fingers, like a doll.

“Hold still… almost done…” she mumbled, focused on her work.

Surabi had apparently woven her long black locks as tight as rope, and she wrapped them around Myo’s waist, then tied him in place.

“Do not be offended Myo, but brave as you have proven yourself to be, your legs are very short, and I do not think you are fast enough to escape with me on foot. I can’t spare a hand to carry you if I’m to fight our way out of this place, or to carry our water. This way you’ll be much farther from danger, and I’ll be able to hear you all the better.”

She did have a point. There was no way he could keep up with her two-meter strides, and ground level was the last place he wanted to be when she started stomping about. After being chained in a mule-drawn cage for two weeks, the hair restraints were comfortable enough.

Clearly, this had been her plan all along. Seeing no point in complaining, Myo resigned himself to half-dangling, half-standing upon her massive shoulders. From his new vantage point, a dizzying four times his own height, he could see right into her expansive cleavage, and, more importantly, where they were going.

Out of the frying pan, and into the fire—a fire that he’d started.

Surabi picked up the guard’s spear, and started walking towards water.

The pair probably expected to be spotted immediately, but they carried no fire to give themselves away, and, without her chains, the giantess was surprisingly quiet on her two enormous feet.

It wasn’t until they got closer to the main camp that the first alarm was raised.

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