The Chronicles of Gruda the Trampler, Chapter 2: Gruda the Trampler vs Low Level Armour.

You can read Chapter 1 here:  Introducing Gruda, the female Orc

Gruda the Trampler, a behemoth of an orc warrior with muscles as hard as hardened granite and a temper as fiery as a dragon's breath, was the stuff of legends. Her name sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened warriors, her reputation for crushing skulls with a single foot preceding her like a thunderclap.

One day, Gruda found herself in a human village, her imposing figure casting a long, ominous shadow over the quaint streets. Her eyes, like burning coals, scanned the crowd, searching for a worthy challenge. Her gaze fell upon a group of human men, their faces pale with terror, their bravado instantly evaporating in the presence of the formidable orc.

A sly grin spread across Gruda's face as a devious plan formed in her mind. She would demonstrate her immense strength to these humans, a display that would leave them trembling in their boots.

With a thunderous stomp, Gruda strode towards the village blacksmith's shop, her massive form shaking the very foundations of the building. The blacksmith, a wiry old man with trembling hands and a heart pounding like a drum, looked up from his anvil, his eyes wide with fear as he met the orc's gaze.

Gruda pointed to a suit of armor, gleaming with polished steel, that stood proudly in the center of the shop. "That armor," Gruda growled, her voice echoing through the forge, "I want it."

The blacksmith, his voice trembling like a leaf in the wind, nodded meekly. "Y-yes, of course, my lady," he stammered, quickly handing the armor to the orc.

Gruda grunted in satisfaction and turned towards the group of men, who had watched the exchange in stunned silence. She placed the armor on the ground before her, its weight causing the earth beneath to groan like a distressed beast.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Gruda raised one of her massive bare feet, its sole dwarfing the helmet of the armor. She then placed her foot atop the armor, its weight causing it to sink into the ground beneath.

A collective gasp escaped the men's lips as they watched the armor buckle under Gruda's immense pressure. The once proud and impenetrable suit of steel began to deform, its once rigid structure morphing into a shapeless mass.

Gruda continued to apply her weight, her muscles rippling and bulging beneath her skin like hardened ropes. The armor groaned and creaked, its once smooth surface now marred with deep dents and fissures.

The men watched in morbid fascination as the armor twisted and contorted under the orc's immense power. The once gleaming steel was now marred with cracks and gouges, its once pristine form reduced to a twisted mockery of its former glory.

Gruda's weight seemed to press down on the armor like an invisible force, crushing it with an unrelenting pressure. The men could almost hear the armor's lament, its metallic voice crying out in protest against the immense force that was slowly destroying it.

As Gruda's weight bore down on the armor, the men could see the metal strain against the incredible force, its once smooth surface bulging and buckling under the intense pressure. They could hear the faint squeal of metal as it protested against the crushing force, a sound that echoed through the silent village.

The once proud helmet began to cave in, its once sharp edges becoming rounded and deformed. The breastplate buckled inward, its once solid structure now a contorted mass of metal. The greaves and vambraces twisted and warped, their once rigid forms now unrecognizable.

Finally, Gruda removed her foot, revealing the armor completely crushed and flattened. The men could only stare in stunned silence, their minds struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what they had just witnessed. Gruda had not just crushed armor; she had crushed their illusions of strength and invincibility.

Gruda let out a triumphant roar, her voice echoing through the village, a reminder of her unmatched power. The men, their courage shattered, could only stand in awe, their minds struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what they had just witnessed.

With trembling hands, the men cautiously approached the flattened armor, their eyes wide with disbelief. The once gleaming steel was now a mangled mess, its once proud form reduced to a crumpled heap. The men could only stare in awe at the sheer power that had reduced this formidable piece of armor to such a state.

As they examined the crushed armor, their minds struggled to comprehend Gruda's immense strength. They tried to imagine the force required to flatten the armor, the pressure that must have been exerted on it. Their minds reeled as they tried to fathom the sheer weight of the orc that could accomplish such a feat.

One of the men, his voice trembling, suggested that Gruda must weigh as much as a fully grown elephant. Another man, his eyes wide with terror, whispered that she might even weigh as much as a bull elephant, a creature that could weigh over six tons. The men's imaginations ran wild as they tried to grasp the magnitude of Gruda's strength.

They stood around the flattened armor, their minds filled with a mixture of fear and awe. Gruda was no longer just a fearsome warrior; she was an embodiment of raw, untamed power. The men had witnessed something they would never forget, a reminder of the vastness of the world and the power that lay beyond their comprehension.

Gruda's weight was so immense that it pressed down on the ground with a force that could rival that of a stampede of elephants. The very earth trembled under her feet, and the air around her vibrated with the power of her presence.

The men could almost feel the weight of Gruda's foot as it pressed down on the armor, the immense force crushing the metal with an unrelenting pressure. They could imagine the muscles in her legs tensing, the tendons and ligaments straining to support her immense weight.

The crushed armor served as a stark reminder of Gruda's inhuman strength. It was a testament to the power that lay dormant within her, a power that could easily crush any creature in its path.

The men stood in awe, their minds grappling with the concept of such immense power. They had seen the face of raw strength, and it was a face that filled them with both fear and admiration.

As the men stood around the flattened armor, their minds filled with the sheer magnitude of Gruda's strength, one man named Phillip, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and admiration, broke the silence.

"Her muscles," Phillip whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief, "they were like boulders beneath her skin. I've never seen anything like it."

The other men nodded in agreement, their minds replaying the image of Gruda's imposing figure, her muscles rippling and bulging beneath her thick, leathery hide. They had seen warriors with impressive physiques before, but none could compare to Gruda. Her strength was not just physical; it was an aura that radiated from her, a palpable force that commanded respect and instilled fear.

Phillip continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "Her foot... When she placed it on the armor, I could hear the metal groaning and creaking under her weight."

The men shivered at the thought of Gruda's massive foot crushing the armor with such effortless ease. They could only imagine the immense force that must have been exerted on the metal, the pressure that could have flattened a mountain.

"She is a force of nature," Phillip concluded, his voice filled with awe and trepidation. "No human can match her strength."

The other men nodded silently, their minds grappling with the realization that they had witnessed something extraordinary. Gruda was not just a warrior; she was a symbol of raw, untamed power, a force to be reckoned with.

As the men stood around the flattened armor, their minds still reeling from the sheer magnitude of Gruda's strength, one of them, a young man named Ethan, turned to Phillip with a mischievous grin.

"Phillip," Ethan said, his voice laced with a hint of teasing, "are you into to Gruda?"

Phillip's face flushed crimson, and he stammered, "W-what? Of course not! She's an orc, for crying out loud!"

The other men chuckled at Phillip's flustered response, but they all knew that there was a kernel of truth in Ethan's question. Gruda was undeniably attractive, in a way that was both terrifying and strangely alluring. Her sheer size and strength were awe-inspiring, and her presence was undeniably commanding.

Phillip, in particular, was drawn to Gruda's raw power. He had always admired strength in both men and women, and Gruda embodied strength in a way that no human ever could. Her presence was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and desire whenever he was near her.

The other men, though they might not admit it openly, felt the same way. Gruda was a force of nature, a creature of immense power and beauty. She was both terrifying and irresistible, and they couldn't help but be drawn to her.

As they stood around the flattened armor, their minds filled with the image of Gruda's powerful form, they all wondered what it would be like to be with her. Would she be gentle and compassionate, or would she be wild and untamed? Would she be a gentle giant, or a fearsome warrior?

They didn't know the answer, but they couldn't help but be curious. Gruda was a mystery, an enigma, and they were all drawn to her in a way that they couldn't explain.

As Phillip stood there, staring at the flattened armor, he couldn't help but imagine the weight of Gruda's foot pressing down on him. He could almost feel the pressure on his body, the way it would crush him into the ground.

He had heard tales of elephants crushing small animals with their feet, and he wondered if Gruda might do the same to him. Her muscles were like boulders, her frame was massive, and her presence commanded respect and instilled fear.

Phillip knew that he would never survive being stepped on by Gruda, but he couldn't stop himself from imagining it. It was a morbid curiosity, a dark fantasy that he couldn't shake from his mind.

The thought of being crushed beneath Gruda's massive foot filled him with both fear and fascination. He was terrified of her strength, but he was also drawn to her power. It was a strange and contradictory mix of emotions, a mixture of desire and dread.

As he walked away from the flattened armor, Phillip couldn't shake the image of Gruda's powerful form from his mind. He wondered what it would feel like to be beneath her, to feel her weight pressing down on him until he couldn't breathe.

Gruda was a force of nature, a creature of immense power and beauty. She was both terrifying and irresistible, and Phillip knew that he would never forget the day he witnessed her crushing the armor with her bare foot.

His encounter with Gruda had awakened something in him, a dark and primal desire that he would never be able to fully understand. He was both repulsed and fascinated by her, and he knew that he would never be the same after seeing her power firsthand.


You can read Chapter 3 here:  Phillip asks Gruda the Trampler to step on him