CAPITAL PUNISHMENT

by Max

Howard

August

21,2165 — Manhattan

The musty old courtroom was so silent one could hear its

ancient timbers creak

and the heavy breathing of the more than 300 souls who had crammed themsevlves

into this humid oven of a place. Only two of them were male, and these

stalwarts,

dressed in their finest ceremonial uniforms, stood trembling, with their backs

to the massive female audience. Facing an equally all-feminine jury and judge,

they grimaced as the moments ticked by until the jurors finally nodded to the

judge.

"Ladies

of the jury. Have you reached your verdict?"

"We have, your honor. We find General Howard Bonnard and

General Matthew

Dann guilty on all counts of war crimes against the Women's World Republic,

including 11 instances of genocide. We recommend the death penalty for these

crimes, not only as fitting retribution inflicted against the World All-Male

Expeditionary Force but as an appropriate symbol of our triumph over mates

throughout the globe. With these two leaders paying the ultimate tribute, and

with a11 other males now captive and subservient to our invincible forces,

we shall now show at last how female supremacy can bring a permanent peace

and lasting justice to this planet."

The entire throng of spectators, most of them garbed in

uniforms of the Women's

World Republic Army, burst into loud applause and excited chatter. After a

few moments, Judge Nora Simmons banged her gavel and brought the room to

order.

"The defendants will

approach the bench." Each gripped by two Amazon female

sargeants, the two generals were ushered to a spot below the bench.

a.

"Generals Hoard Bonnard and Matthew Dann. Do you have any final words

before

sentencing?"

The two

stoic soldiers stood silent.

"If not, then it is my

judgment to inform both of you that you are hereby

sentenced to fleath, by execution to be carried out on Saturday evening

August 30 at 8 pm in the center ring at Madison Square Garden, by means of

our standard reduction injection, followed by methodology at the discretion

of your executioners."

Once again, the audience burst into cheers bordering upon

hysteria. All of the

women, old and young, knew the full meaning of reduction injection -- the most

degrading of all executions -- which instantly reduces the condemned victim to

the size of a human thumb, permitting the executioner to then put the victim

to

death through a wide and fascinating variety of methods. The audience was

buzzing

with a span of possibilities as Judge Simmons once again called for order.

"Will Generals Deborah Prentice and Kathleen Conway

please rise and step forward

to approach the bench."

Once again an excited cry went up from the crowd. These two were among the

most

awesome heroes of the Women's Army, as well as being two of the most

incredibly

beautiful of any in the officer corps. Everyone knew what the judge^s words

aeant.

"General Prentice, I hereby

appoint you an official executioner of General

Bonnard. Do you accept the assignment?"

"With great pleasure, your

honor" said Debbie Prentice, her sparkling blue eyes

staring holes through the general.

"And by what method have you

chosen to perform the execution, general?" asked

the judge.

"My first choice, your

honor" she stated, staring at her prey," is to slowly

crush the general to death beneath my foot."

Howard Bonnard's face was contorted in horror and

humiliation. What an incredible

way to go1. That bitch; The audience was spellbound, then

delirious.

"Done," said the judge. " General Hoard Bonnard, on the

executiion evening,

you shall receive a reduction injection, be placed upon your back on a

platform

in center ring, Madison Square Garden, and be crushed to death beneath the

foot of General Deborah Prentice. And now. General Kathleen Conway, I heereby

appoint you official executioner of General Matthew Dann. Do you accept the

assignment?"

"I do, your

honor," Kathy Conway said at the top of her lungs. "I shall relish it."

"And by what method have you chosen. General?"

"Your honor, my first choice would be to cook the general alive," she stated

calmly, peering sweetly at Matt Dann as he shook in terror at the news, " and

then...eat him."

As Kathy grinned and watched her victim virtually melt

before her eyes, as his

two guards propped him up to a standing position, the audience went insane.

Cooked alive?  What a thought;  What an exciting, fabulous thought; And

then...

eat him? Eat him? Fantastic? Yes Fantastic; The idea; Yes; The ultimate

triumph

of female over male...total consumption; The crowd could not be contained. The

cheers and screams went on for an eternity, as the women poured out of the

hot courtroom not really knowing if the rivers of perspiration were from the

steamy room or the visions of bizarre vindication conjured up by the two

sentences. The next week and a half would be excruciating, awaiting the final

event;

And perhaps most excruciating

of all was the feeling of excitement within

Debbie and Kathy during those endless days as they pondered their big moment

of retribution in the Garden, and the feeling of total horror within the two

condemned males as they contemplated the unbelievably gruesome fate that

awaited

each of them.

While the days seemed like eons to both women and both

men, they evaporated

steadily until that fateful Saturday evening was at hand. Speculation had been

rampant among the entire female society and tickets to the execution

proceeedings

had been bid and bid up to astronomic prices. Many women --especially those

that had served under one of the two Women generals or had suffered in battle

against one of the two Male generals-- travelled from all points of the globe

to

witness this event.

Madison Square Garden was

literally packed to the rafters. In every section,

there loomed a huge screen that would give spectators live closed-circuit TV

images of the events taking place in the ring, on an ultra close-up basis,

as was always necessary during reduction injection style executions.

The sounds of excitement

filling the great chamber reached fever pitch as

the executioners and victims entered in a processional led by Judge Simmons,

and soon virtually everyone was on her feet screaming. The Republic had never

seen an execution quite like this one. The tension was almost unbearable.

The five entered the ring along with several female

assistants. A large 6 by 6 foot

marble platform was placed in the center of the ring. The attendants

ceremoniously

rolled up the sleeves of the male generals' uniforms and, as a drum roll

sounded,

plunged a needle into the arm of each. The room burst into cheers, and the

noise level continued as the two men rapidly withered. As the reduction

continued,

the attendeants removed each article of clothing, until finally the men were

stark naked before their captors, and continuing to shrivvel. Within minutes,

to the hysterical cheers of the crowd, they had diminished to thumb size.

While

both of the men had a powerful urge to panic and run, they stood their ground

with all the pride they could muster, trembling with cold fear and utter

humiliation.

With another drum roll, an

attendant grasped Howard Bonnard, lifted him and

slowly carried him to the marble platform, placing his nude body face up in

the

exact center, and then gently

taping down his tiny arms and legs to •immobilize

him. Petrified with terror, he gazed up at the blazing white lights far above

him,

then craned his neck around to see General Deborah Prentice, shapely and

statuesque

in full battle gear, slowly begin to walk toward him in measured steps. An

evil

smile crossed her lips.

She stood over him, savoring

each second as she watched the tiny shaking body

beneath her.

"General Howard Bonnard, I hereby concemn you to death." she spoke into a

wireless

microphone, with her gaze trained

on the victim below. Very slowly, she raised

a highly polished combat boot and gradually brought the rough sole down upon

him, while the cameras captured every nuance of the event, conveying to the

rapt

crowd the quivvering little body and giant sole descending. As Debbie's boot

sole barely touched the victim and the screams of the audience far drowned out

the trity screams of her captive general, Debbie suddenly stopped the motion.

Stepping back, she viewed her prey, paused a moment longer, then grinned,

reached

down and slowly began to unlace her boot. Then she removed one, then the

other.

Amid cheers from the fans, she stood there in stocking feet, peering down at

her

cvictim, then stepped forward and once again raised a graceful foot. Slowly it

descended upon the concemned man, reached his body, and began applying actual

pressure upon his face, stomach and outstretched limbs. The cameras gave the

crowd every detail of his struggles until he^ disappeared beneath her

stocking.

Suddenly, Debbie once again raised her foot, revealing a

panicked but still intact

victim.

"This is

still too dignified a death for you , general" she finally announced

to the fascinated stadium. "It is only fitting that you perish in total

degradation

for your

cardinal sins. It is only fitting that you die...under my bare foot;"

The crown went wild. "Yes; Yes; Bare feet: Bare feet:

Bare feet:" the chant went

up throughout the hall. How appropriate: And what a she-devil:

Debbie stood over him, her hands on hips, pertly grinning

at the enemy she was

about the crush like a bug beneath her bare foot. Fiendishly, she removed her

stockings, revealing two beautiful, slim, pink-nail pedicured bare feet. She

cast

the stockings aside with a flourish and excitedly peered down at her prey

again.

"Yes, general. I want to feel you die beneath me. As my

bare foot crushes every

bone in your body, I want to feel your final struggles and know what you are

enduring in your last minutes on earth. And now...before you die...I want to

feel you beg forgiveness for your heinous crimes, beg forgiveness from a11

womankind, whose sisters you have so mercilessly plundered and murdered.

Now...

here...as your last act of total humility...before this audience witnessing

you...I want you to kiss my foot. "

Debbie raised a dainty foot and let it descend again,

pink toes wriggling

playfully, until they almost reached her victim's upturned face. The tip

of her big toe then slowly descended to his face and pressed down upon it.

Sick with fear, the general finally broke down in sobbing and pleading

outburst,

and the TV cameras picked up every desperate motion of his mouth as he

fervently

kissed the giant toe above him and babbled out pleas for mercy.

"Yes: Yes, general I" exclaimed Debbie with glee. "Kiss my big toe! Kiss it

and

beg us for the mercy you know cannot be yours. Kiss my toe, general! Yes!

That's It. Mow..lick it; Lick my toe. Long, wet strokes, general. Yes....

now pay the same respect to my other toes, one by one. You may forestall your

death my many minutes; Yessssssss. That's it. Lick: Lick:"

The audience sat spellbound

as the commanding officer of the World Male Forces

lay there petrified beneath the frail young girl --a giant above him-- as she

forced him to pay homage to each of her bare toes with his miniscule tongue,

and then forced him to slowly perform the same service upon her left foot. She

then forced him to worship the entire length of her feet, from toes to heel,

leaving his lips and tongue raw and bleeding. The crowd screamed with sheer

delight.

At last a countenance of pure

evil swept across Debbie's pretty face. She sighed

a deep breath of pent up emotion, grinned at the helpless Boannard laying

there before her. He knew instantly that his time was up. He screamed in his

tiny voice, picked up marvelously by the floor mikes, and begged one last tiro

for his life. But he knew. And she knew he knew.

"This is your moment

general. This is our moment. You are about to die under

my bare foot. Are you ready?"

She nodded and the drums begain

to roll. One attendant took each of her delicate

hands to dteady her as she slowly raised a graceful bare foot for the last

time.

Down it came, by inches, by centimeters. Howard Bonnard lay paralyzed as he

saw

the immense, soft pink sole and wriggling toes descend. Centimeter by

centimeter.

Now he could see each crease and crevice in the sole and could begin once

again

becoming overpowered by its musky aroma. Soon the spotlights above were

completely

obliterated, the darkness was coming upon him. Soon, the entire world was

pink.

His vision beheld nothing but that relentless sole and wiggly toes above him.

Debbie's face had disappeared just after she blew him a goodbye kiss, a wink

and an evil smile. Now her foot was gracefully arching. The heel went up. The

giant ball and toes kept descentng. His body tensed. The TV cameras caught

each

portion of his final sobs as the soft ball of her foot reached his chest and

torso,

enveloping him. Then he watched in horror as, in a final indignity, Debbie's

big toe covered his face. The musky aroma of her bare foot bathed him it its

aura, dulling his senses as he steeled himself for the inevitable anguish of

her

full weight. But the pressure came so gradually, so evenly, that he hardly

felt

her downward motion. He knew what she must be thinking, how devlishly she was

applying just the slightest amount of weight. Slowly, the ball of her foot

began

to move, a gradual rotation, like a high school girl crushing out a cigarette.

The ball applied more and more weight to his tiny fragile chest and limbs,

slowly

twisting, grinding, squishing his helpless body. The pain began to build.

Meanwhile,

Debbie casually lifted her big toe from his face for a moment, twisted her

foot

so that his face protruded between her big toe and second toe, and suddenly he

could look up and see her elated, grinning face above him, savoring her final

moments of victory.

"Bye,

general." she whispered.

She then proceeded to gradually slide her big toe back

over his face and press

down firmly. The cameras recorded his final disappearance into the determined

pink flesh of her toe as she resumed the slow twisting motion of her slim

ankle,

bearing down again on the ball and building up greater pressure than ever.

As the giant toe enveloped his face and the ball ground

his body beneath its

mounting weight, Bonnard for the first time began to feel his ribs crack

slightly,

then his nose. The pressure mounted. It was incredble, far more hideous than

he even imagined during those days in his cell, dreading his weekend fate. He

suddenly heard his tormentress scream into the microphone: "Oh my God; It's

fantastic! I'm actually hearing his bones begin to crack;"

Hertwisting, grinding ball became more relentless as

Debbi'e, with supreme control,

applied a bit more weight upon her squashed victim as the minutes ticked by

and

the drum rolls continued. Benaath her foot, as he heard her shrieks of joy and

felt his rib cage finally give way, Bonnard incredibly and spontaneously

experienced

a monumental ejaculation. As it took place, Debbie could control herself no

longer and began to place her fullweight upon her twisting foot. She knew she

had

to crush him to death now.

As Bonnard slowly died, he

felt the total collapse of his chest and limbs from

the immense grinding pressure, while the skin of the toe bbove him crushed

steadily down upon his face and crunched his head like a grape.

As the crowd reached an

unparalleled frenzy, Debbie stood erect with her hands

outstretched above her head, her bare foot still squishing the lifeless body

beneath it. She exulted in the rapture of the adulation. After a few delicious

moments, she spun around, left the crushed and splattered victim on the marble

behind her, and walked out of the ring to resounding applause.

Gradually the crowd grew hushed again as everyone began to realize that the

main event was at hand. Soon all that was audible was the cry of souvenier

saleswomen moving up and down the aisiis hawking xchocolate figurines of

the two male generals , female victory pennants and posters of the two herlone

executioners.

A single thought raced through everyone's mind. The

audience, mostly women

who had taught so valiantly against the Male Forces foe and seen the gruesome

aftermath of the atrocities committed under direction of these two despised

generals, would now witness the second and most dramatic phase of this evening

of gala retribution. They would be privileged to see the mastermind of their

hated enemy stand naked in tiny formbefore them and be broiled alive and

devoured

by one of the most beautiful and beloved generals of the entire Women's

Forces.

General Matthew Dann stood there nude, shaking, in his

little plexiglass cage,

perched upon a table before General Kathleen Conway in one corner of the

Garden center ring. He was especially chilled because she had had him

meticulously

shaved that morning, shorn of every trace of body hair, and then had her chef

gently rub flavoed oils into his skin, prior to the reduction injection.

Kathy sat regally upon her special thronelike chair, staring at him through

the plexiglass, grinning, and licking her thin, pretty

hds.

Then the drumrolls sounded again

and the chefs appeared, bearing a small cast iron

charcoal brazier which they set upon a gleaming white pedestal upon the marble

in center ring. The audience burst into excited applause as it watched the

chefs

light the charcoal, which flared for a few moments as the fluid burned off and

the embers began to glow.  Atop the brazier was a small spindle and crank,

which

rotated a tiny spit. After a brief pause, the chefs stood at rapt attention

while

the Chief Judge intoned over the stadium speaker system:  " General Matthew

Dann, you are hereby condemned to be put to death for your crimes against

world womanhood, and executed by being consumed by General Kathleen Conway."

The

stadium resounded with cheers as the chefs lifted the silver spit off the

rack and approached Dann. Suddenly the pert slim figure of Kathy Conway arose.

She was radiant, her soft brown hair shining, her brilliant green eyes

twinkling,

and her wgite teeth sparkling. She was garbed for a barbeque: white tee shirt,

a white bib around her neck, blue jeans, and sneakers. Majestically, she

raised

her hand, instructing the chefs to halt their proceedings. Reaching into the

cage, she grasped the thumb-sized general between her own thumb and foref

linger

and raised him above her head, to the delight of the crowd. Then slowly she

loweded his helpless body to eye level, and spoke both to her captive and to

her vast audience throughout the stadium and on world-wide television.

"My sisters everywhere. My beloved sisters; It is my

pleasure to announce to

you a major change of plan in this ritual. So great and so heinous are the

crimes

of General Dann that even my initial choice of execution is too benevolent a

manner

in which he should die. You have come to watch me consume the general, and

consume

him I shall. But for him to perish first on the cookfire is to brief and

impersonal a death for him, and too impersonal an execution for me to conduct.

I want him to be there, with me, during the entire meal."

The audience was hushed and baffled. Dann peered at his captor, trembling and

stupefied.

"Therefore, " Kathy

continued,"it is my intention that the general shall not

be cooked."

Kathy

paused, relishing the moment. "It is my intention...to eat the general...raw!"

Raw??? Raw??? She's going to

eat him raw? Incredible; Her sisters sucked in their

breath and she continued.

"My sisters." said Kathy with mounting excitement, " I intend to eat the

general...alive;

The stadium burst into pandemonium. The thousands of

women stared at each other

in disbelief. Eat him alive?  Kathy's going to eat him alive??  It was too

incredible:

But then, as the full realization

dawned upon them, they went virtually insane with

glee. The thought of what they were about to witness turned the entire evening

into a sensual orgy of vindictive lust.

"Yes, my

sisters," said Kathy joyously, "I am going to eat General Oann alive. This...

this...will

be our most fitting retribution. "

Upon

hearing the words. Matt Dann stiffened in sheer panic. For days he had

resolved

in his own psyche the horrendous image of ending his life on a spit, being

cooked to death for this fiendish female executioner. But this; This was

never even contemplated, never imagined; To be eaten alive?  Eaten alive by

this beautiful cannibal giantess bite by bite?  The impact was overwhelming.

He gazed helplessly into those giant green eyes before him, pleading silently

for mercy.

"And now General, before our triumphal feast begins, you shall have one

opportunity to beg forgiveness to the world's entire female population. This

shall be your one last act of contrition..."

Kathy stepped to center ring, set the tiny man upon the

floor and regally strode

back to her throne, upon which she reclined.

"In total humility, in total

humiliation, you shall perform this one final act,

general. Now...you shall begin crawling...crawl general...crawl to me and

kiss my foot. Beg the world's womankind for forgiveness for your sins. Crawl;"

Dann was almost delirious with fear. He tood there in his

nakedness, watching

her as she began to lean back and stretch out on the throne impishly,

grinning,

and extending her slim legs and sneakers. He began to crawl. ON hands and

knees,

shivvering in terror, Dann crawled to his executioner, his eyes transfixed on

hers. As he did so, she slowly begain to wriggle her feet and kick off her

sneakers,

revealing two exquisite, slim bare feet, toe-nails polished blood red. She

wriggled

her toes playfully as he continued his crawl. Finally he was before her right

foot, on his knees. Slowly his tormentress began to tip up her foot and move

it

toward him.

"Kiss it; Kiss it, general, and beg for the mercy that you never gave any of

our

departed sisters: Yesssssss. Kiss the sole; Kisssss;  Now get that face of

yours

between each of my toes; Yes, that's right. Pull them apart gently and lick:

Lick;

Lick, general; Lick the toes of the giantess that is about to eat you. Pay

final

homage to the avenging giantess who is about to secure the ultimate

retribution

for all womankind, everywhere; Lick; "

Hysterical with terror now, Dann frantically reached up

and pull apart each huge

toe , plunged his face desperately in between and licked. He sobbed

uncontrollably,

begging for forgiveness, for mercy, for compassion. The audience, watching

every

movement through the zoom lens of closed cirtuitry, continued its frenzied

cheers.

Finally in one swift, harsh, elegant sweep of her foot,

Kathy kdeked her victim

away, landing him sprawled on his back on the canvas. Arising in queenly

fashion,

she stooped to grasp him. In a paiiic,, Dann arose to his feet and tried

vainly

to dash away from her. With ease, she took one bound and swept him up in her

hand.

Grandly, slowly, she walked with him into the spotlight focused on center

ring.

Raising him high in the air she stood their triumphantly, her bare feet spread

apart. The drums began to roll.

Speaking once again into her lapel m1ke, she said to her followers and to her

victim:

"This is my

moment. This Is our moment. This is your moment, general. The final

feast is about to begin. I'm

going to eat you now general. I'm going to eat you

alive. And bacaaae I purposely have fasted for a day and a half, I'm

starving;

I'm

famished; And I am ever going to love this;"

Dann struggled desperately and with total futility

against the delicate feminine

fingers holding him tightly. Giggling, she drew higi closer to her mouth and

opened it to reveal those fabuldus white catlike teeth and a teasing pink

tongue.

"Oh God,

Kathy, no;" Oann sobbed. "No, please no; Don'^ eat me alive; Oh God,

please,

please;"

Despite the faintness of his tiny voice, his proximity to

Kathy's lapel mike was

sufficient that the whole world of women heard his final pleas.

"Oh yes, my general," Kathy whispered excitedly. "That's

exactly what I am going

to do. Get ready to die now between my teeth, bite by bite. In slow agony.

I want the full sensation general, as you squirm and scream inside my mouth,

dying by millimeters; This 1s It, general; Are you ready to be eaten????"

The audience was hushed once again and the only sound was

the general's tiny sobs.

Kathy slowly began to lower his struggling body toward her upturned mouth

until

her soft lips could grasp one outstretched arm. In a flash, she sucked it in

between her lips, bringing his terror-wracked face within an inch of hers. His

sobs and pleading grew ever more frantic. Then, gradually, he felt her front

teeth

gently grop his shoulder. The pressure grew. She grinned, revealing to the

zoom

TV camera lens the hapless sight of a struggling nude man whose right arm had

fully disappeared between two magnificent rows of perfect teeth. Kathy's jaws

grew

taut and she bit down harder. Bright red blood spurted from Dann's shoulder,

sprinkling her teeth and lips. The teeth bit harder. Dann screamed in agony as

he

felt the teeth go through flesh and then bone, and finally snap off the arm at

the shoulder entirely. Kathy had to shake her head a bit to finally snip off

the Umb.

"Oh my god.'" she exclaimed as she excitedly chewed and

crunched his flesh and

bones. "Is this fantastic; Is he ever delicious; "

She held her prey aloft for all to see, blood gushing

from the shoulder. Then,

with an evil grin, she was back for more, hungrily eying his squirming frame

and listening to his waiting cries. In a twinkle she brought him to her lips

and quickly sucked in his left arm, gripping between those relentless teeth

h^er prize, biting down gently, and peering into his little twisted face. Once

againm, she took her time, several minutes, savoring the moment, biting away

gradually, heightening the pressure, and finally snipping off the limb and

relishing the mouthfull.

The frenzy of the audience

was at fever pitch, as it gazed upon the grisly,

erotic spectacle in awe. New cheers went up as the young heroine skillfully

sucked in a dangling leg and began the slow relentless bite once again. Dann

was now in complete panic and agony as he watched a third limb lost between

those sultry lips.

"Yummmmmmmmmmmm;" murmured Kathy into her lapel mike as she slowly masticated

the limb. "It's incredible;"

Chewing slowly, Kathy watched her tiny victim with glee, occasionally bringing

his tortured body down close to her lapel mike so that the entire female world

could clearly hear his screams. Then, as he struggled vainly. Matt Dann gazed

in horror as his hungry goddess once again lowered him to her waiting lips

and sucked In his last limb, snipping it off smartly with a loud crunch.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm;

He's fantastic'." Kathy murmured as she munched him.

"And now,

before the grand finale...here comes the most symbolic morsel of all;

Are you ready general? Ready to

lose your manhood? Your precious manhood? Watch,

my sisters;"

With an evil grin, Kathy drew the squirming, screaming

little quadraplegic

man toward her gaping mouth, his blood spurting freely from the four stumps,

showering her white bib and chin. Incredibly, Dann's organ was extremely

erect.

Stupefied by the thought of what was coming next, he begged her in tiny

squeals

for mercy. His tormentress gave him none. Down she drew him while the camera

lens zoomed in to witness this remarkable scene of emasculation. When he

arrived

at her

cavern, suddenly out flicked her pink tongue to lift his teeny penis just

slightly

before capturing it between her vicious teeth. Their eyes were still

meeting,

transfixed. She revelled in his agony and terror. Slowly her teeth

bit down,

gradually, with precision and delicacy. His shrieks resounded into

the sound

system and around the world, and were met by --and drowned out quick1;y

by— the

insane cheers of the audience. Every set of eyes was locked upon the

TV monitors,

presenting every detail of the grisly scene.

X

Kathy drew

out the proceeding to a full five minutes, before finally snipping off

the little

organ. She closed her eyes and savored the morsel.

When she opened her

glistening eyes again they were filled with a look of pure,

majestic evil that even Matt Dann had never observed. It was a countenance of

satisfaction mixed with lustful anticipation and supreme triumph.

"Well,

Matt,"she whispered, "This 1s the moment. The preliminaries are over.

Your final

execution is at hand. I'm going to finish you now. Are you ready

to be

totally eaten? Are you ready to die between my teeth? Come on...beg me one

last time

for forgiveness; Yes; That's right. OK. Now stop your blubbering

and take it like a man. We can never forgive your sins against us. This is

good bye,

Matt;; This

last mouthful shall be my greatest joy;  Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm;"

With that, her bright red fingernails pincered his

wriggling torso and dangled

1t high above her waiting mouth. With grace and flourish, she slowly,

tantalizingly

lowered him toward her mouth, his final screams rendering a continuing wail.

Desperately he squirmed as he watched that insidious tongue roll out and begin

to

draw him inside. In sheer terror he felt the wetness against his nude, bloody

torso as it slowly slid down the tongue and into the cavern. He had one last

glimpse of the hysterical audience and his goddess's devlish eyes as his head

finally followed his torso past the lips and into the wet darkness. The lips

snapped shut and the blackness drowned him. Gradually, he felt that merciless

tongue begin to shift him. It rolled his searing body around, over and over,

between the incisors, then back upon the lower molars, then forward again,

rolling,

rolling him, back and forth, side to side. It was incredible; There he was.

inside her immense mouth, being

sucked and savored like a long lasting piece

of candy. His limbless body struggled against the relentless .swishing tongue

but to no avail. It swept him wherever her whims selected. And as he rolled and

tossed, her lovely roiling saliva would gush upon him, half-drowning him

as the minutes ticked by and the torture continued.

"ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she

exclaimed while she shifted him from cheek to

cheek and sucked his bleeding torso. And, inside her mouth, theutterance

was deafening to her tiny victim.

Then suddenly all motion stopped. She let him lay

there, knowing the worst,

anticipating the ultimate. Mischievously, her tongue began to gradually edge

his torso back to the rear and over to the right side, sliding him gently

between her lower and upper molars. He was on his back, helpless, his head and

chest resting upon the tongue while his lower torso was caught firmly between

theteeth. He screamed but no one, not even she, could hear. The giant molars

began to slowly clench. Delicately, they began to grind him, ripping the skin,

then the flesh, then bone. Then her jaws would relax. She relished the morsel.

Her tongue flipped him and washed huge waves of saliva across his face. Then

he was flipped back again and the giant molars descended, grinding his lower

body more, and more. The full impact, the full concept of being slowly eaten

alive was now overpowering him. The full realization that he was being chewed

to death; Matt Dann lay there is the blackness of her mouth. He knew that she

knew he was delicious, and that this was a moment she wanted to last. She was

playing with him, toying with him in an orgy of sadistic lust, like a cat

playing with its prey as it endures its final death throes.

The audience sat there enthralled at this wondrous scene of

an exalted heroine

merrilly, ravenously eating alive a most despised enemy general, and listening

in awe as every bone crunched. And Kathy's bliss waxed only more and more

intense as she ate him. Her eyes were closed again in heavenly excitement

as she chewed him, savoring every precious second.

Finally, Matt felt that huge tongue again begin to inch him

sideways until

his upturned face and chest were between her molars. He was fast losing

consciousness and the agony of his 11mb stumps and masticated lower body was

strangely fading, with the onset of numbing shock. He lay there begging for

death and knowing it was coming now. The tongue gently shoved him into final

position. With incredible gradualness, subtle delicacy, Kathy's jaws tightened

again and the molars gripped him. Then they began to grind. Ever so slowly,

he felt the skin rip off his face and chest, then his nose came off. The

pressure built. The grinding became more severe. The upper molar plunged into

his face and, after another four minutes, began to crunch his skull.

Kathy knew when the moment of

his death came. She could feel the little morsel

cease its squirming and panicky wriggling. It was lifeless now. With a fiendish

grin, she continued her feast and finally swallowed it. Her exhilaration was

boundless. She stood there in the spotlight, glowing, not bothering to wipe

her chin, her arms outsretched  to her sisters everywhere, tears of joy

streaming down her cheeks. Together, she and all of them everywhere shared

a moment of true karma, exulting in the sheer succulence of ultimate

retribution.

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