The Gourmand Discovery
Banfield: The introduction...
Take heed the squeamish, faint-hearted and those who only want "happy-clappy"
fairy-tale endings!
It had been 4 years now since the "Discovery of the Century" and it had made
Athena de Fortesque incredibly wealthy and deeply respected by her peers. The
State Research scientist, Athena, enjoys her position to the full, and at the
age of 39, her experiments on the male gender is a satisfying profession, and of
great benefit to the State.
Athena had been conducting genetic experiments with cell reduction of male
embryos for some years. She discovered how to grow males in artificial
laboratory 'wombs' into which the doctored and fertilised eggs were placed.
Perfectly normal but...miniaturised men were created in a range of sizes - from
about 4 inches high to around 12 inches.
Their growth was comparitively very quick, taking about six months to fully
mature and reach adulthood, appearing roughly as miniature 20-year olds.
However, their natural life-span is only about 2 to 3 years.
Due to their short longevity and their diminutive sizes, the State Council
classifies these new creations in the 'rodent' category since rats and mice grow
at similar rates.
Initially, they had been a little doubtful as to what function these creatures
could be used for and, indeed, what kind of employment for the community. To
begin with, they were used for such tasks as drain cleaning and for searching
and destroying rats' nests and the like. A large number of manikins, sadly, were
killed themselves by the rats, and other accidents. They were quickly replaced
by the laboratories which had, by then, streamlined the production-line. Soon it
was realised, a dramatic increase in the number of replacements was needed by
the State.
Investigating into the matter further, Athena de Fortesque made an alarming
discovery... Many of these manikins were being taken by the females for all
manner of personal uses... generally for entertainment and sexual pleasure.
It had become quite fashionable for wealthy ladies to own 'fighting pets'. They
would arrange parties and have their 'pets' duel with one another in small
handcrafted arenas. The losers of such bouts, if not already killed in the
process, would be 'put down', mainly because they had caused the owner to lose
vast sums of money that had been wagered. Also, injuries sustained might prevent
the creatures from any further use.
The methods of putting down the vanquished combatant varied in the most bizarre
manner. Depending on the size of the little fellow, he would be stuffed
headfirst into the irate lady private parts until he expired, torn to pieces in
frustrated wrath, or even have his head bitten off.
Others had disappeared to satisfy the eager curiosity of females who likes to
perform their own experiments on those intriguing marvels of science. As a
consequence, many die horribly in the hands of young girls who would be so
fascinated by the new 'toys' which could be found in a variety of places - their
older sisters' or mothers' bedrooms, or the bathrooms, or even out in the
streets and gardens where the desperate creatures had attempted to escape the
cruel clutches of their owners.
The girls, usually in their early teens, would amuse themselves for hours at the
expense of their unfortunate little victims, and torment them in many divers
ways, and in their young, inquisitive minds, find out how they work and perform
- especially in the privacy of their bedrooms. The 'games' were often quite
hilarious, the girls delighting in their 'toy's' squeals of anguish as the
perpetrators tests their victims' endurance, seeing how he could survive after
having their arms and legs ripped off, or just his genitals - just as children
do to flies and spiders.
Sometimes, a girl would find two specimens together. This find would provide her
with extra amusement...one of which is a swimming competition. With this
'water-sport' the girl would provide the water and use either a deep, oblong
cooking-dish, a handbasin or her personal chamber-pot as the impromptu
swimming-pool. Just as her older sisters, the excited girl would remove the
winner for further games and watch intently as the loser drowns in the water
which she, from herself, had provided. Perhaps, if so inclined or piqued at the
poor performance by both competitors, she would squat over the receptacle and
drown them both in her warm, acidic urine.
The rate at which these manikins disappeared became so alarming that the Council
requested Athena to produce enough for general demand. As she was the only
person who knew how to create them she demanded in turn, and received, a
generous grant whereby she could produce and market them worldwide - for the
lion's share of profits.
She thereby and henceforth became terribly rich and famous, supplying Heads of
States, the Royalty and powerful rulers throughout the globe.
And so it came to be. Mini-men in droves were produced in varying sizes to suit
and cater for women of different tastes - and they were not cheap. Rich,
beautiful women of all walks in life from mothers, business women, film-stars,
models and medical professions would take their precocious daughters, nieces and
younger sisters to the top shops where, instead of buying simple toys of
yesteryear, would splash out on various mini-men. The prices differed on the
sizes, colours and condition of the living-dolls. To prevent the lower classes
from stealing the working manikins from the State, they were branded with
special markings on their backs and fronts. It was an offence to possess a
manikin without a receipt or authorisation. However, this did not prevent
callous women who came across those 'workers' and finding it amusing to step on
them and cruch tjem underfoot as if they were mere beetles. Also, if they were
unseen, they would pick them up and take them to the nearest public
conveniences, drop them into the lavatory-bowl, relieve themselves on the
wretched, struggling creature and then heart- lessly flush them away with their
effluence.
On the whole, however, the branding was effective and most females, because of
the increased productivity, were able to purchase at least one at a time to do
with as they pleased.
Part Two
The Duchess Lauren, immensely affluent, exceedingly beautiful, arrogant,
indolent and yet highly intelligent, gazed at the single mini-man enclosed in a
gold cage standing on her Regency dressing-table. She smiled with innovative
thoughts then murmured in a soft but menacing tone: 'You small, exquisite
creature. You do amuse me.... so fascinating yet so easily expendable. Isn't it
simply delightful that Athena can provide me with as many as I please...to sport
with and discard as I wish.' She paused gazing at the trembling manikin with a
dreamy _expression... 'and that is not all...' She slowly ran the moist tip of
her tongue over her full, red lips and smiled broadly to reveal her well-cared
for lovely white teeth. She gave out a deep sigh and opened the door of the
cage.
'Out!' she snapped. The little man, almost 12 inches high and naked but for the
close- fitting pouch encompassing his genitals, emerged. He trembled again as he
stared up at the beautiful, elegant giantess. She selected an expensive
cigarette from an onyx box, fitted it into a short, ivory holder and lit it with
a bejewelled lighter, all the while gazing at the shivering doll-like man. She
noticed his eyes widen momentarily as she drew on the cigarette, and the tip
glowed fiery-red.
She purposely blew the smoke at him and sneeringly asked: 'What's the matter
with you...you don't mind if I smoke, do you?' She leaned a little closer and
took another draw from her cigarette, the glowing end only some few inches from
him. He flinched, transfixed with terror, knowing what was to come. As she blew
more smoke over him through her sensuous lips she held the cigarette in its
holder above him and tapped the hot ash off. The manikin flinched as the ash
fell on him, shocked by the heat. The duchess reached out and picked him up from
the small table-top squeezing him in her elegant hand. 'I could crush you to
death so easily,' she taunted, 'but I won't, not yet.' She grinned maliciously,
revealing again her startling sharp teeth, and took another intake from the
cigarette through its ornate holder. She brought the man close and blew the
exhaled smoke directly into his grimacing features, fascinated by the look of
terror on his face; then she moved the red-hot tip close to his naked body. She
grinned cruelly and thrilled to feel the creature struggle to escape the burning
end. Her evil interest and excitement grew as the tip moved nearer to him. She
had to grip him much tighter as his frantic struggles increased. The man began
to scream as the intense heat started to seer his skin. She revelled in the
sensations tingling in her groin.
Taking another draw on the holder, she tapped it with her finely manicured
fingernail and watched the burning ash cascade upon his head creating tiny
spirals of smoke and very faint sizzling of the hair. Her hedonistic, sadistic
pleasure soared when she deliberately touched him several times with the fiery
brand thus causing him to squeal and thrash in her powerful grip. She began
uttering grunts of sensuousness as her silk- covered quim emitted droplets of
pre-coital fluid which became absorbed in the cotton- reinforced gusset of her
silk knickers.
Suddenly, she released her grip and dropped the squirming manikin to the surface
of the table. With a sweep of her hand she sent him tumbling off the edge and
down onto the thick-piled carpet. She arose from her cushioned chair and stood
astride him.
With hardly a care she wondered whether he had survived the long fall. She
continued smoking her cigarette and prodded the body with the toe of her
high-heeled shoe. He groaned and moved at her touch. 'Good,' she muttered,
'You're still alive. I have not finished with you yet.'
She looked down at him and deftly turned him onto his back with her foot. 'Look
up at me,' she ordered.
As he gazed upwards she put her free hand to the crotch of her skimpy knickers.
He still watched out of fear as she caressed the swollen pouch between her
thighs, and then saw one finger insert itself under the narrow gusset. He
watched spellbound as the digit moved about under the silky material, then he
gave a gulp as the moving impression suddenly sank. He knew where the digit had
gone.
As she plied her finger into the slimy depths of her vulva she positioned the
sole of her shoe over the supine figure leaving his head exposed. Little by
little she exerted more pressure, trapping him like a large insect. Her lovely
but cruel ice-blue eyes widened as she bore her foot down. He stared up her
shapely but deadly leg, his eyes beginning to bulge. His gasps and groans turned
to stifled screams. With an intense sense of power she continued crushing him
beneath her foot. The crunching bones elicited exquisite sensations in her loins
and nipples. Her clitoris reared from its hood and pressed against the fabric of
her knickers like a male's erection. Her cigarette lay unattended, smoking
itself out on the ornate ashtray. She tensed her leg muscles for the final
crushing but then decided some other whim. She bent down and picked up the inert
manikin. He was still breathing but she saw signs of blood caused by her foot
crushing his chest. She quickly went to her massive, four-poster bed. With an
exaggerated sigh she fell onto the soft quilt and whipped off her dampened
knickers. Spreading her legs out wide, she guided his head to the feminine core
and plunged it into the fleshy, slimy entrance of her vagina. The hungry labia
closed around his neck. She held him with both hands giving the impression that
she possessed a gigantic male penis. Bit by bit, she urged him deeper, and as
she manipulated him, jerking him in quick motions, killing him, she dreamed of
further exploits with the dozen or so remaining 'pets' in her possession...all
awaiting their bizarre, frightful fate.
Part 3
The mini-man ran for his life across the cold stone floor as the whip cracked
loudly above his head. The young woman's large breasts heaving with excitement
and heavy breathing, almost burst from the confines of her half-open blouse. She
stepped forward swiftly and cracked her whip again at the terrified victim. It
missed but was much closer. As the wretched little fellow avoided the streaking
leather tip the sensuous and cruel friend lounging indolently in a chair
commented critically: 'I thought that you would have caught him by now.' The
female holding the whip turned to her friend, a stunning blonde Swede. 'Don't
worry, I'm just teasing him. I can hit him whenever I like!'
The very attractive blonde, dressed similarly as her friend and with a
shockingly short skirt that only just covered her buttocks, replied tauntingly:
'Prove it, then.' The former, a brunette, gave her a dazzling smile. 'Okay,
watch this.' She brought her arm back and sent the snaking lash hurtling towards
its defenseless target. The thing plaited leather entwined itself around the
six-inch manikin with vicious force and threw him across the floor. It whipped
back and returned in a split second later to tear into his naked body. Three
more strokes ripped into him with deadly accuracy before the brunette recoiled
the bloodied lash.
'Oh, well done!' enthused the blonde, her blue eyes alight with impressed
fervour. The brunette gave a tinkling laugh. 'Yes, it's so easy to catch them
like this, in a confined space, but it's more difficult out of doors. Much more
fun, though, jolly thrilling,' and she placed her free hand to the apex of her
thighs suggestively. 'It's going to be really jolly sport this afternoon.'
It certainly is...for the women. Mini-men hunting is now one of the most
favourite pastimes. Usually, about a hundred of the tallest manikins are herded
into a twelve-acre field bare of shrubs and with short grass giving the prey no
place to hide or escape. The method is quite simple. Once released into the
field the mini-men are given a few moments to plan their moves, and then, the
women and girls, all attired in hunting-gear - some in white, skin-tight
jodphers or breeches, and black leather riding-boots equipped with spurs, would
mount their steeds and ride out to hunt down the desperate creatures and fell
them with their long whips. It gives the prey a sporting chance. Many, however,
meet their death beneath the trampling hoofs; but that cannot be helped...it's
all part of the sport, and huge fun for the huntswomen.
The brunette stepped over to where the litle man lay on the floor, her
high-heels clicked ominously on the stone floor. She towered over the stricken
creature like a Colossus. She regarded him unemotionally as he lay on his face,
his torso shewing the angry weals in red. She placed her right heel-tip into the
small of his back and pressed down until she felt the giving and cracking of his
spine. The man howled with the pain.
'Finish him off,' the blonde Swede suggested, having stepped up close to her
friend.
The dark-haired girl took her heel off his back and, using her toe, turned the
body over. The manikin stared up at them, his eyes drinking in the awesome sight
of the two huge beauties, their long shapely legs soaring up to their
magnificent thighs, and further, be- neath their skirts, the view of their
silk-covered crotches, each mound distinctly seen from his far down view-point.
The heavenly sight was short-lived. The brunette placed her foot onto his torso,
the stiletto point of the heel centred on his abdomen. She pressed down tensing
her muscles and grinning sadistically. He gave a shriek as his body was pierced.
Blood bubbled at the point of insertion.
'Ah, what a mess!' exclaimed the blonde with a fiendish smile playing at her
generous lips. The brunette lifted her foot, the slender heel stained red.
'Would you like it?' she asked. The Swedish beauty looked down at the lifeless
corpse: 'Okay, I'll have it tonight for my supper...but I much prefer them
alive...like oysters, you know, only much more thrilling...to feel them
struggling like mad, to hear their pleas, begging for mercy. I like licking
their tears as well as their tiny piks and balls. Then their pitiful cries as I
pop them into my mouth and start chewing them...Mmmmm.'
The brunette smiled and picked up the corpse between her finger and thumb. 'Have
you ever seen them as they emerge from your bottom, darling, I mean the ones
that are swallowed whole?'
'Oh, yes!' replied the Swede, 'Just perfect skeletons, no flesh at all. All
bones. I like to keep them. I have many, and they are all strung on a piece of
silk ribbon over my dressing-table. Of course I wash them thoroughly...they are
so...you know...dirty.'
Both girls laughed gaily as they left the room. The conversation continued as
they went: 'I get a super sensation as it oozes out of my bottom,' announced the
brunette, 'The hard, knobbly bones can actually be felt even up in my rectum as
it comes down, and then it's terrific as it squeezes out of my arsehole. I try
and make it last as long as I can, and I sometimes actually get a climax. Do
you?'
'Mmmm...yes, many times. It excites me like that, sometimes two or three, one
after the other!' replied the statuesque blonde, 'And then I think how those
creatures have travelled all through my body, from my stomach to the bowel...all
mixed up in my ****. Ah, if only they could live through all that!' They both
giggled at the notion.
'Isn't it just heavenly to know that those wretched little men...I mean, their
flesh...is all distributed to every single part of our bodies?' murmured the
brunette dreamily.
'Yes,' agreed the Swede, 'It is heavenly, but darling, they're so small, really.
There is not so much meat on them. Now if we had a much bigger man...not
full-size but, you know, three foot perhaps...?'
The dark-haired girl looked hard at the Swedish girl and saw that she was quite
serious. She pondered for a while as they strolled; then she spoke: 'I think one
can order a man of any size, actually. In fact, I think we've still got one.
He's about a metre tall, a sort of reject. I was going to sell him off. He's
young, very healthy and muscular. Quite big down there...' She paused and then
added: 'How would you like him, roasted or...?'
The shrunken man, used as a slave, was brought into the presence of his mistress
and her closest friend. As a precautionary measure his hands were manacled with
strong leather fetters. Like the much smaller mini-men he was naked but for the
soft leather pouch containing his genitals, a thin strip of leather ran up
behind leaving his buttocks exposed. He looked at the two ladies as they
sprawled upon a luxurious sofa, each at either end. One with her legs crossed,
the other with her right leg outstretched and the other leg tucked beneather the
former. They were taking sips from ornate glass goblets filled with red wine.
'Do you know why you have been summoned before us?' asked the mistress while the
stunning blonde Swede eyed him speculatively. He shook his head.
'You've been my body-slave for a year,' explained the brunette. 'I think it's
time for your slavery to end.' The man's eyes lightened up. Although his duties
had been light they were both exacting and utterly debasing...servicing his
mistress in the most intimate manner and at her most intimate places - from her
armpits down to her dainty toes...no orifice overlooked or attended to...and
only by his slavish tongue.
The lady smiled. 'My friend, Ulrika, suggested a befitting finale and I must say
I fully agree. It appeals to me.' The slave remained still but unable to avert
his eyes from the magnificent figures - especially the blonde whom, as yet, he
had not seen; but he felt a sense of fear. Something diabolical was sure to be
disclosed to him. Slaves, mini-men, were so expendable nowadays. Why, even the
youngsters are allowed to dispose of them when and how they wish...like worn-out
toys. In those few seconds he reflected on his long year of service, his
obligation to undergo the most demanding and distasteful duties ranging from the
emaculate body-worship to the degrading act of being a human receptacle; and not
only for his mistress. Her daughters and nieces, while visiting, also had access
to his servility.
The suggestion of being freed from such adverse circumstances gladdened his
heart, but that joy was abruptly cut short.
'As you see and obviously noted,' went on his mistress, 'we do possess rather
attract- ive figures which we retain by plenty of sporting activities, both
indoors and out; but these...' she said, standing up and loosening her blouse,
'....must be kept in good shape with the correct diet.'
The slave gazed at the exposed breasts appreciatively. He was familiar with
them, of course, but was still enamoured and awed by their projection, the
marvellous upsweep of each orb giving them an appearance of sheer arrogance.
However, what she had said about the "correct diet" gave him some misgivings.
Then that blonde lady spoke:
'And these also!' He turned to her and saw her lift her skirt as she stretched
out her long legs. He was caught by the sight like a rabbit transfixed by
glaring headlamps. She had drawn her skirt right up to her hips. He trembled
slightly and his manhood stirred within the confining pouch. He was still unsure
exactly what those lovely ladies were intimating.
The blonde arose from the sofa and turned her back to him. She lifted her skirt
high above her bottom. His gaze immediately became focussed to her captivating
derriere, seeing how the fine material of her knickers sank deep into the
bewitching crevice of her rounded cheeks. He was aware that these callous
ladies, like all females today, were teasing him unmercifully, flaunting their
bodies, sending out tempting promises and then, doubtless, turn and laugh
cruelly at his distress.
'Do you understand, Englishman?' asked Ulrika, her lovely blue eyes dancing with
evil merriment. He lowered his eyes signifying that he was mystified although he
did have disconcerting thoughts but was afraid to speak.
'Then I shall explain,' said his mistress moving close to him and fixing his
gaze with her dark, penetrating eyes. 'You know, of course, those manikins are,
from time to time, used as table delicacies. They're full of nourishment and
very nutricious; but...' and she gave a shrug of despair, '...there just isn't
enough meat on them. I've eaten bowl-fulls but still feel empty.'
The slave now fully realised the horror of her words, and in a moment of terror
he stepped back. 'No!'
'Oh, but yes!' emphasised the Swedish beauty as she stepped forward towards him.
She placed her cool, soft hand on his shoulder, standing high above his three to
four foot figure. She ran her hand over his chest and gently pinched his breast.
'You are a meaty creature.'
'Young and tender,' added the brunette moving behind him to stop him backing
away. She felt his muscular back and looked over his head at her friend with a
conspiratory grin.
'He'll make several dishes,' enthused the blonde, her covered breasts almost
looming over him, 'Why, these will make a meal in themselves...' and she reached
down to grasp his well-filled pouch. He gave a groan and stiffened, casting his
eyes heavenward and seeing the Swede's thrusting breasts ominously in his sight.
With the knowledge that countless mini-men had been eaten and swallowed by those
two sirens, like prawns and oysters, he knew that, sooner or later, he himself
will be augmenting those proud mamm- ae.
'You know,' said the blonde, gazing down at him, 'he makes me feel so hungry. I
feel like eating him now, just as he is.' The little man stared up to her face
to catch her licking her lips. She went on: 'I am sure he will taste as sweet as
the mini-men.' She smiled down at him to reveal her startling fearsome teeth. He
gave a sob as she crouched until her face reached his chest. Inside, his heart
thumped madly. She put her lips to one of his breasts. The slave cringed in
fear. He knew she could do what she wished - without remorse and with impunity.
She glanced up mockingly and parted her lips baring her teeth. She made a play
with her tongue before catching his flesh with the male nipple dead centre
between her sharp teeth. The brunette behind him held him steady as her friend
began to bite. He began to groan at first, his whole frame shivering. The blonde
bit deeper. He tried to pull away but his mistress held him fast. He was much
too small to fight against the towering lady. The blonde's teeth sank into the
resilient flesh but not enough to break the skin. She then released her savage
grip and lifted herself up to her full height. She laughed mockingly. 'No,
slave, not yet, not like that. I am not a wild animal. I prefer my meat to be
well cooked.'
The slave, trembling, watched them as they left the room. Ulrika stopped at the
door and looked at him: 'You must have the pleasure of gazing at my body before
you die on the spit.' She gave him a wicked smile and disappeared.
A short while later two maids came into the room where the slave was waiting.
'Come on, you,' said one roughly taking him by an arm. 'Where to?' he asked
plaintively. 'To the kitchen, of course!' came the curt reply. Although the
maids were young, they still towered above him, and with his hands bound, he was
no match for them.
As the doomed slave entered the large kitchen he wondered how such graceful
females could be so horribly wicked and cruel. He recalled once, as a child,
reading old books that women were revealed as kind, considerate, affectionate
and generally timid to- wards the male species. Suddenly there came a noise from
the intercom. One of the pretty maids went to answer it. She listened and said
'Yes, marm, yes, marm, right away, marm.' She replaced the receiver and uttered
a curse: 'Damn...damn...damn!'
'What is it?' asked the other, holding him firmly. 'They've changed their
minds!' the former muttered through clenched teeth. 'That Lady Rebecca and her
blonde bitch, that Swede, want to have him up there!' She looked at the
dimunitive slave with open hostility
'But we'll have him after, and put him on the spit?' the other maid assured her.
'No!' growled the other, 'They're going to eat him alive!'
'Bring him over here,' requested the mistress indicating a spot between her
outstretched legs, 'And wait outside.'
As soon as the frustrated maids had withdrawn the dark-haired lady looked into
the small slave's eyes and addressed him: 'As you know, you were to be roasted
on a spit and served up to my dear friend and me...' She gave the Swedish girl a
loving glance, '...but I have changed my mind. Ulrika here has persuaded me
otherwise. She really wants to taste your flesh and blood in its raw state, and
I must say, I feel rather partial myself, and I'm sure you'll be more filling
than handfuls of minute mini-men.'
The small man looked back at the brunette in abject horror. He knew that it was
general practice for the tiny males to be devoured by women, mostly as hors
d'oeuvres or late suppers before retiring, and even manikins which are bigger.
That was not so bad. Once they were popped into a female's ravenous mouth,
either her sharp teeth would crush them to a quick death within seconds, or a
few minutes at most, or if the female swallowed the miniature male whole, then
it would be little time once he reaches her gastric juices for him to perish in
her belly. The agony of being digested cannot be imagined; but what one would
have to suffer by being slowly eaten alive was too horrendous to contemplate -
to feel every bite, and watch himself being deliciously masticated and sent down
those slender necks...down those dark gullets....
'Come,' Rebecca gestured, 'I want you to kneel between my legs. There is a
little ritual you must perform first.'
The slave, soon to be the ladies' meal, dutifully knelt, unable to take his eyes
from her beautiful countenance. She began loosening her skirt.
She wore no brassiere, had no need to, but she did have a pair of miniscule,
bikini-style knickers. 'Now, slave, it's quite simple. I want you to worship my
tummy...just kiss it all over and use your tongue...don't forget my
belly-button. Pay your most humble respects to it for, in a while, you'll be in
residence.' She smiled sweetly as she spoke, her eyes sparkling. 'Then I want
you to do the same with my friend's.' She pushed the elasticated waistband down
to the very base of her abdomen and slumped back in the sofa in a somewhat
unladylike posture, then closed her eyes languidly and gave a low sigh.
The dwarfish slave began his obeisance over the gently convexed, firm belly of
his mistress. First with his lips and then his tongue which he furled and
directed the tip to her navel. He covered every square inch, his senses reeling
at the prospect that faced him. All was silent but for his short intakes of
breath and the lady's soft sighs. Eventually, she pushed his head away. 'Now go
to my Nordic lover,' she muttered, and gently stroked her wet abdomen.
The slave, still on his knees, moved to the blonde goddess who had already bared
herself and spread her long legs apart. She regarded him carefully with her
ice-blue eyes. The doomed slave noticed she was wearing a skimpy pair of
knickers of the purest black silk, the gusset of which revealed her blonde pubic
hair along each edge and at the top. Her belly was slightly flatter than
Rebecca's, but what was plainly discernible was her navel which was a prominant
nub.
Again, while he slaved with his oral ministrations he was fully conscious of his
gastronomic fate, the knowledge that, by piecemeal he will be eaten and be
inside each of these ladies' stomachs; and what consolation there was, that
he'll be helping to retain and enhance those fabulous female figures - if what
Rebecca had stated is fact.
He became aware that the blonde was talking to him: 'I did say I was not an
animal. That I could not eat you alive; but although you are small, just a
dwarf, you are handsome and have a fine physique. I feel so very hungry and
sexy...' Every now and again she stopped to let out a sigh as he covered her
belly with kisses and licked at the unusual nub of her navel. She continued her
dialogue in a sensuous tone: 'I know I shall enjoy tearing your flesh apart with
my teeth and eating it raw. It wil be so juicy with your rich, warm blood.
Rebecca, your mistress, tells me that human flesh is so much better...especially
from larger men like you. Tiny men are nice, but... well, they're so small, gone
in a flash. You, English slave, will be more plentiful...' Another long drawn
out sigh. She began caressing her firm breasts and tweaking each nipple to
stimulate the hardness.
The slave pressed his lips to the firm texture of her stomach. He shuddered upon
hearing a faint rumble as the wine she had drunk travelled its way to her
bladder. Visions of being ingested and then also creating that digestive sound
prior to being circulated throughout her body - as well as to the bowel and
bladder.
The Swedish blonde gave a grunt and grasped his childlike head. In a quick
motion he found his face crushed against her silk-covered pudenda. She jerked
her hips in quick successive jerks rubbing the spongy mound over his features.
As she jerked her gasps came faster and louder filling the room with her excited
grunts. Then the signs of her attaining that dizzying climax became apparent.
The gusset became wet from the inside, her whole frame stiffened and she threw
her head back with a long, deep sigh.
For a few moments the blonde reposed in a hedonist daze. She then lifted her
foot encased in a brocaded slipper and gave the small man a violent,
cold-hearted shove knocking him backwards to the floor. 'My head is in a whirl,'
she murmured, I have drunk too much wine; and now I need a piss.'
Rebecca smiled. 'Go ahead then, my darling, but don't bother going to the
bathroom.' Ulrika got up from the sofa and stepped to the man still lying where
he had fallen: 'You, there,' she said imperiously, 'take my knickers down...with
your teeth.'
The exhausted slave struggled to his knees as the blonde lifted her skirt. She
really did look magnificent, her statuesque figure resembling the fabulous
Freyja (the Scandi- navian equivalent of Venus). His head came level to her
loins, the perfect height for the service he was to perform. With the utmost
care he took the waistband of the Swede's knickers and very gently, trying hard
not to scrape his teeth against her soft, velvety skin, drew the garment down
over her right hip, then shuffled around to draw the left side down. As the
flimsy, delicate material moved downwards he was suddenly confronted by a
generous mat of pubic hair that sprang out from its silky confines. Amidst the
blonde swath he saw the reddish-brown, puffed lips of her vulva and felt the
warmth exuding from its depths. Down and down went the intimate underwear until
it reached her slipp-
ered feet. She lifted each foot to allow him to remove the knickers.
'Head back,' she demanded from high above, and positioned herself astride him.
'Now!' came the warning. Obediently and with much experience, the slave opened
his mouth to accept and gulp down the fierce deluge. But still the blonde was
not finished when the final drops fell from her labia. To his dismay she turned
about to present her awesome behind to his servile gaze. A grunt was all that
was required for him to pay obeisance to each of those glorious cheeks - perhaps
such powerful gluteousness could far outstrip and eclipse the senses than a
female's breasts?
The blonde only required him to revere her buttocks a short while. There was
something in her devious mind that cried for the attention of a slave's
tongue... She spread her legs out wider and leaned forward at the waist. Using
both hands she pried apart her chubby cheeks to expose the crinkled hiatus. He
needed no urging to perform the intimate service. He pressed his face into the
fleshy crevice, extended his tongue and proceeded to falate the Swedish girl's
anus. Soft grunts and moans came from her as he lapped and inserted his tongue
into the tight, rubbery aperture. She relaxed the sphincter to allow deeper
access, and as he probed she sighed with ecstasy.
'Rebecca, Rebecca, how many tiny creatures can you spare?' the blonde gasped.
'As many as you like,' replied the brunette, lounging on the sofa and idly
sipping wine, 'How many would you like?'
'Aaaah...three, four, no, six. Aaaah...I love my arsehole being titillated. I
feel this slave's tongue...it's...it's...Aaaah! But not long enough. I want it
to go much deeper!'
Rebecca gave a tinkling laugh. 'Yes, my darling, I know how you feel. Yes, you
may have some teeny-weenie men...but you must let me stick them up your lovely
bum!'
'Oh, naturligvis!' the blonde exclaimed, 'But not until tonight, after we have
eaten this slave!'
Rebecca happily agreed. 'Yes, that will be delightful, and I think I shall have
the same pleasure myself. Now, my love, aren't you feeling just a little
peckish?'
The blonde straightened up with a final sigh. 'I am very...as you say...peckish.
I could eat this slave whole!' She rubbed her belly to emphasise her hunger.
Rebecca clapped her hands to summon the maids. 'Bring the rubber sheet and
spread it here,' she told the young girls. 'We have it already,' said one of
them.
As the pretty maids spread the sheet upon the floor, the wretched slave watched
in despair. When the rubber sheet was position as required, the maids then
assisted the two inveterate lesbians to strip naked - an expediency necessary
for the ghoulish repast.
'Now go,' ordered the mistress. I shall call you when I need you.' The maids
curtsied and left, both of them seething inside at being denied the sexual
delight of preparing a large-sized male for roasting.
'Now, you,' Rebecca addressed the very small slave, 'I want you to make your
penis big. My dear friend, Ulrika, loves eating men's pricks, but only when
thick and solid.'
Ulrika laughed. 'Darling, how did you know?'
'I've watched you, darling, while eating those tiny creatures, licking them
there, and not biting until they've become nice and stiff! But I know they've
been so awfully tiny. This one will be much nicer.' She ordered the slave to lie
down on the sheet. As soon as he was ready she knelt beside him. 'Now, my fine
slave, make it big.' She took his penis in her hand and began squeezing and
rubbing it. He gazed with tearful eyes at the two beautiful females, focussing
his attention on the blonde's belly and then up at her proud breasts to her
sensuous mouth. Obedient to the last, he allowed his mistress the growth she
demanded knowing resignedly that it would be his very last erection. Would she,
he wondered with some forlorn hope, allow him to ejaculate? It would be at least
some final pleasure, if only as a considerate thanks for his year's service.
For his dimunitive frame, his penis shewed an appreciative size...not as a
fully-grown male but enough to delight the blonde who looked wide-eyed at the
aroused column clenched in her lover's fist.
'Now!' grunted the blonde with the fervour of an eager predator. Rebecca moved
aside to let the blonde at the object of her eagerness.
The slave, groaning quietly, felt the Swede's mouth close over his stem. He
shuddered at the touch of her teeth at the base, thrilled with a mixture of
terror and ecstasy as the female sucked, then uttered a screech when the sharp
incisors did their deadly work.
Almost immediately the blonde's place was taken by Rebecca, and he felt the
subse- quent anguish as his testicles were gathered into her mouth. A little
sucking came first before the bitter, sharp pain of her teeth bit through the
silky scrotum. Then he saw the brunette head jerk upwards leaving him bereft of
his manhood.
Shortly after, having eaten and swallowed his genitals, the two maneaters began
the main course. The room was filled with the shrieks of the victim and the
sensual moans of the females exclaming their epicurean pleasure.
The feast went on until late that evening, the rubber sheet awash with blood and
unwanted flesh. The ladies' naked bodies bespattered with blood, their stomachs
already shewing their gluttonous orgy.
That night, highly sexed-up, the contented ladies lazily lavished loving kisses
upon each other's lips, their tongues darting from mouth to mouth, their naked
bodies intertwined. Rebecca reached out to the bedside table and dipped her hand
into the bowl containing the writhing little creatures therein. One by one they
were lifted out and introduced to the eagerly-awaiting bottom of the blonde
Swede. The insertion was done as gently as possible so as not to cause harm or
death. Four minute males found them- selves tightly cacooned in the blonde's
rectum. As many again found their way in the rectum of the brunettes.
'Ah, my God, darling, can you feel them?' exclaimed one.
'It's exquisite! They're writhing and squirming! Poor little things, trying so
hard to stay alive! Try squeezing yourself, feel how their struggles increase.
Isn't it just wonderful?'
The two lovely ladies cavorted as only those of the Lesbos favour, their bodies
wet with the sheen of sweat, their quims steadily leaking sexual emissions which
mixed with joyous acclaim, flowing down to the adjacent entrance to join the
seeping fluid oozing from the captive barrier entrapping the luckless mini-men
within.
The epilogue:
The Lady Athena Fortesque's invention soon became known. The Japanese first
exploited it, followed swiftly by the Chinese and then India. Because of the
vast populations, thousands and thousands of males were available, as plentiful
as prawns and suchlike delicacies. At any restaurants, cafes and school
cafetarias, can be found bowls of squirming half-inch to two-inch males equipped
with chopsticks and spoons for the more fastidious female diners to munch while
they chatter and drink coffee or tea.
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Second Story - Women of the 3rd Millennium By Banfield
Author: Banfield (---.28.42.146.Dial1.Chicago1.Level3.net)
Date: 02-15-03 13:59
Women of the 3rd Millennium By Banfield
The introduction:
A remarkable change had occurred during the past millennium. Perhaps more
sinister than remarkable.
Soon after the turn of the 21st Century, a worldwide nuclear conflict broke out
involving all the major powers. The force of the nuclear explosions had
destroyed countless humans and animals alike. They also caused some inexplicable
peculiarity to the human metabolism and chromosomes. These defects created much
smaller and feeble males, and yet did not affect the female. They were born
perfectly normal and developed into startling creatures with no defects
whatsoever - even the common disabili- ties prevalent in the previous
millenniums. So there are two outstanding results caused by the nuclear
fall-outs; and thirdly, all those countries responsible were, quite simply,
raised by their own petard. It
did, however, cease all hostilities. No longer could the braying menfolk rattle
sabres or flex their
muscles, nor indeed, be any further threat to worldwide peace. After all, who
could possibly take
notice of heads of state ranting and raging at only six to twelve inches high?
Yet another phenomenon was that women who were able to become pregnant, actually
gave birth to single females, whereas, in the case of males, the births were
multiple - all tiny creatures and as many as fifteen in some instances. The male
babies, being so numerous and minute, were always taken to special centres where
they were put into individual glass containers and bred therein until they
reached their normal age of puberty. Once at that stage, their semen was
extracted and the fluid placed in refrigeration, later used for continual
research and artificial insemination purposes.
In those early days, the unfortunate donors, having then become redundant, were
sold to the superior females as pets and playthings. Of course, as a result of
the multiple births, there came a glut of these novelties, so the staff of the
centres, all female, had to dispose the large surplus. Many were thrown alive
into the incinerators or cast down the lavatory pans and casually flushed away.
That practice was stopped when it was discovered that those stunted males of
between six to twelve inches were exceed- ingly nutricious and an excellent
substitute for the various kinds of meat that had become so terribly scarce and
even non-existent.
The number of those small males gradually became so numerous and plentiful and
the females so casual by that plenteous supply, the devouring of them was
accepted as normal, everyday food that was once eaten back in the previous
centuries. It was not uncommon in countries like China to see a group of pretty
girls sitting at a table in a crowded cafe with a bowl or two piled with tiny
naked males squirming about like live prawns. The girls, laughing and chatting,
chopsticks in hand, selecting a nice plump minikin and raising it to her open
lips on the ends of their chopsticks and quite imperturbably nibble bits off or,
as may be the case, depending on its size, pop the whole wriggling specimen into
the mouth and cheerfully chew it up alive.
Many hundreds of those malformed males were, out of sympathy, cast out into the
streets and fields of that locality to fend for themselves. Perhaps with the
hope that they could join up and form a community. When this occurred there was
usually a crowd of girls waiting, just as sea-gulls gathered about a
fishing-boat of yesteryear, or vultures above a stricken beast in some desert.
Not only schoolgirls hunted those unfortunate midgets. Older females were very
partial. Like their younger counterparts, such women took great sport with their
finds.
A woman found a tiny male, age unknown. She hurriedly took him to where she
lived. She kept him in a small cage, one of many women have in their houses or
flats. She had to wait in this instance for her menstration to finish. She
didn't mind how big he was, six or twelve inches, it made no difference for what
she had in mind. One thing was certain, though, the small, doll-like creature
knew he was in for an unpleasant ordeal.
As soon as she was ready, about a week after her period, she carefully inserted
him into her vagina and told to masturbate and impregnate her. Promises were
given, as always, that he would be spared if he obeyed her wishes, but seldom
kept. This captured specimen satisfied his captress but instead of being
released, was used vigorously as a dildo and then left in her vagina to slowly
perish - either by choking, drowning, suffocation or very slowly dissolving in
her fluids. To prevent him from escaping from his fleshy prison she donned a
pair of tight-fitting knickers.
Many women desired to be impregnated in this manner. They seldom visited the
National Sperm Clinics because of its sanitised surroundings and lack of sexual
stimulation. Some women resort to using several males between their periods to
ensure their pregnancies; and there are countless females of all ages and walks
in life who put these creatures inside themselves only to provide sexual
satisfact- ion. Orgies for that purpose are arranged for couples and any amount
of females, and in many cases, it isn't only the vagina that receives those
luckless little men on those occasions. It is recorded that count- less females
from schoolgirls to those of much older years, obtain the most exquisite orgasms
by simply thrusting a male inside and lying relaxed, feeling the desperate
struggles like moths caught in a spider's web, and to hear the victim's frantic
screams as the vaginal muscles squeeze and the fluids begin the dissolution.
It's quite common knowledge that younger women use their tampons to ram the
individual much deeper inside, oft times right into the uterus. Always so
stimulating and immensely satisfying. The females learned, over the years, the
certain controls they possessed... certain muscles that had never been
recognised that could suction the body in, hold it or squeeze it at will. The
same methods were discovered in the rectal orifice as well, and consequently
used in unison with the other.
So these wretched, miniscule males had one or the other fate to endure by the
female. Most certainly the case of turning the tide.
The story:
Two girls, both about 16, were out huntingon their own. Before, it was usually
with a gang. Because of the insurmountable dominance that now prevailed, the
mode of dress was at their liking. No longer were females restricted by manmade
morals or afraid of being targeted by would-be rapists. There were now no longer
men capable of such heinous crimes - apart from insolently peering up under
skirts and refusing to obey the most intimate services.
The skirts and dresses are made up from as-yet unknown material and quite
immodestly short by today's standards. The tops are similarly revealing - female
breasts blatantly exposed depending on their self-support. It also became
fashionable to wear loin-cloths after the ancient redskin mode, and without
underwear...knickers and such unless, of course, the wearer is having her
periods.
The two girls were very attractive and possessed marvellous breasts. Not
overlarge but proudly firm. Again, no bras which would be superfluous.
The two beauties, for this they were, with splendid legs, their feet shod in
ultra-modern running shoes, loved hunting the miniature males - especially white
males. Anything else are ignored or stamped to death. It was such fun whenever
such girls came across the foreign types, to slowly grind then under foot or
heel, often starting at the feet and then on up until only the heads are left
uncrushed. Girls find it hilarious to crunch the head and hear the crack as one
would with a cob nut. The sound, the feel and the spurting of grey matter is
such a thrill and amusement.
They crouched by some bushes near a Sperm Clinic. As soon as a number of
exhausted specimens were thrown out they dashed forward to gather as many as
they could, each carrying containers like cat baskets. It was really quite easy
to catch those malformed little men, but some were able to escape by finding
hiding places. Better an unknown fate than the certainty of fearful torture in
the hands of those predators.
It was Leola who spotted the first prey. She crept up to him stealthily and gave
him a vicious kick sending him flying through the air. He hit a wall, but before
she could pick him up a feral cat sprang from nowhere, snatched him in her jaws
and carried him away into some undergrowth. The girls and the other fugitives
heard the wretched fellow's screams as the cat began to eat him.
'Better luck next time,' Vicky said with a grin. Leola gave a grunt and swore at
the cat. They continued the hunt for the rest. It did not take long before
another was spotted. He was kicked by Vicky who then ran to catch him. He was
found to have broken his leg and was stunned. Vicky put him into her bag. The
next manikin was kicked by Leola, but unfortunately she caught his head which
was ripped from his body. Little spurts of blood flew into the air both from his
torso and the little head itself.
'O damn, damn!' Vicky squealed and stamped furiously on the decapitated body
sending more spurts of blood from under her shoe. The girls, not really adept at
hunting small men, found that all had scattered, but, by luck, on their part,
they found two young manikins. The unfortunates did not stand a chance to
escape. They were fenced in by a brick wall, far too high to scale. They stared
in terror as the two giantesses closed in, their long legs soaring up like
colossal pillars, each pair fringed by their short skirts like pelmets. They ran
in opposite directions but were easily picked up and thrust into an empty bag
carried by Leola. The search went on, both girls in a feverish state like
starving vultures. Three more were caught up making the total catch six, but
some of them were badly injured due to the clumsy capture.
It was Leola's house they were taken to and, once inside, were put into a
custom-made glass case that stood on the bedside table. The girls then went to
the bathroom and took a shower together, their voices carrying to the captives'
ears, as well as the girlish giggles. When they reappeared they were stark
naked, their bodies all aglow with the pinkness of the hot shower, their faces
alight with aroused excite- ment.
Heedless of the frightened eyes watching from the glass prison, they flopped
onto the huge bed and began passionate love-making as decreed by the dictates of
Sappho - their libidos aroused by the evening's success and the anticipation of
the little prisoners' fate.
Lovingly they kissed, their tongues darting into each other's mouths, their
hands caressing and fondling one another's breasts, thighs and haunches. Their
young naked bodies twisted and turned, their firm legs intertwined. Leola then
laid herself flat on her back with her knees bent and spread wide apart. Vicky
recognised the significance of her girlfriend's pose and delightfully sprang
upon her belly throwing one leg over Leola's head. For a while she gazed down at
the juncture of Leola's thighs before lowering herself and dipping her head to
the core of her lover's sex.
Girlish grunts, soft moans and gasps of pleasure arose as both girls lavished
sensuous kisses on each other's throbbing vulvas and impassioned clits. All the
six could do was watch and wait as the two pretty girls indulged themselves in
the throes of lesbianism, seeing one girl's firm buttocks quite close and then
the other as they changed about. The air was filled with their bodily aromas as
they squirmed and jerked with heady delight and rapturous cries.
At long last the girls fell apart blissfully satiated, their bodies covered with
a sheen of perspiration, their pubic hairs glistening with droplets of saliva
and milky-white emissions. They dozed for a while as they descended from their
euphoric ecstasy.
Leola was first to recover, her left hand placed over her pudenda with one
finger gently massaging her swollen labia and tiny clitoris. She turned her head
and reached out to the glass prison. She lifted the lid and selected one of the
naked occupants. He was about six inches and one of the injured. He shouted as
she lifted him up and carried him to her lips. She gazed at him dreamily and
playfully pursed her lips. Holding him between finger and thumb about his upper
torso she opened her mouth to reveal the sinister cavern with the double curved
row of glistening teeth. She extended her tongue to just give him a touch then
she laid her curly-haired head back on the pillow and slowly, agonizingly for
him, lowered him down, gazing at him with those twinkling, mischievous eyes of
hers. Lower and lower he went until two to three inches of him was inside her
mouth, his bare feet began beating on her tongue. She giggled and closed her
lips around his hips. He felt her tongue push aside his wriggling legs and reach
for his genitals. Even with terror filling his heart his penis reacted to her
tongue-tip as it played with it.
Skilfully and adroitly, Leola wriggled her tongue until the midget's penis
became fully erect. She curled her tongue around it and around his thighs adding
to the excitement by flicking her tongue up and over his tiny bottom. It did the
trick. He gave out a sensuous gasp. As soon as the girl felt the first spurt she
snapped her teeth. The look of ecstasy on his face suddenly turned to horror. A
tiny scream penetrated the silence as he felt the girl's sharp teeth cutting
into his waist and snapping through his lower spine. Down below, Leola's free
hand worked busily as she commenced chewing on his legs, her fingers delved deep
into her young vagina. Beside her, Vicky was blissfully masturbating. She heard
the squeal and opened her eyes and watched idly the gruesome spectacle. She gave
a low moan as her best friend snapped her teeth again to take the rest of his
lower body.
Leola then lifted the remainder of the mini-man, blood spewing from his body as
she happily masticated the lower half. She quickly swallowed and sent the upper
half into her mouth up to his neck. A quick snap severed the head from from his
body and her jaws began their deadly work.
By then, Vicky was jerking with the result of her orgasm. Leola gave moans of
epicurean pleasure as she mashed up the upper half, the sounds of his bones
being crunched distinctly audible.
The remaing five midgets watched aghast as their fellow prisoner disappeared
from sight when Leola popped the head into her mouth and began sucking it like a
boiled sweet, then there came an ominous crack as her teeth split the cranium.
'Mmm...darling, was that nice?' murmured Vicky.
'Mmm...delicious...there was a bit of a taste of bitterness, but only a little.
Want one now?'
Vicky gave an assenting grunt: 'Wouldn't mind.'
Leola reached out creating a panic among the five disraught mini-men, all trying
desperately to avoid being selected. Leola's fingers moved among them. She
caught one who quickly slipped out of her grasp. The noise of their terror made
her laugh. It was amusing, feeling their bodies rush from side to side in the
glass prison. She then seized one, her finger and thumb gripping him fast. This
one won't get away, she thought maliciously. He struggled furiously as he was
lifted. His compatriots fell back with relief, it would be silly to try and save
him lest they themselves get caught. However, they watched their fellow victim
being hoisted up to his terrible fate. One or two of them screamed obscenities
at the girls, adding curses, but it was all in vain and only amused the two
ogresses the more.
Vicky waited expectantly, licking her lips in anticipation.
'Just a minute,' murmured Leola. She took the wriggling man downwards, he
watched as he passed over her breasts, her belly and then found himself staring
at the sprinkling of pubic hair at the base of her abdomen. Leola spread her
legs and placed his head aganst her plump labia. She gripped him firmly and
began rubbing his head up and down, then, with a thrust, pushed his head into
her vulva.
She held him there for a number of minutes allowing him to breathe and soak in
her emissions. She then removed him and proffered the head to Vicky. The girl
made a noise, then exclaimed: 'It's all wet and sticky!' Leola smiled
mischievously. 'It's from me, silly. Go on, taste it.' She pushed the head
closer to Vicky's lips. The girl opened her mouth and closed her full lips over
it. She moistened her mouth with saliva and began sucking the viscid fluid with
relish, her eyes gazing at her girlfriend's. The wretched fellow suffered the
agony of her mouth, her tongue and slimy substance until her felt the sharp
edges of her incisors grip his neck. For those few moments left for him he
stared in the darkness visualising the horror of the girl's throat, recalling
the fate of his erstwhile companion. At once his body began jerking and his
limbs thrashing wildly, but it was only for a brief moment. At Leola's urging,
Vicky bit savagely. First his head and then portions of his body eventually
slipped down that awesome well and took the long journey to her stomach to be
broken up into minute particles and then be mixed with her gastric fluids and
thereafter become absorbed into her young body.
Leola then stretched out her hand and there was a scramble to avoid being
plucked out. Her delicate fingers felt the creatures darting about, those with
broken limbs and unable to manoeuvre being almost trampled underfoot. She caught
one and brought it out wriggling desperately and screaming for mercy.
She asked Vicky if she fancied another. Her friend said she would, so Vicky
passed her the one she had in her fingers and dipped her hand again to pick the
fourth victim. That one was simple. He was disabled and unable to move..
Together, the two young and pretty ogresses simultaneously held their frantic
victims above their open mouths. One girl extended her tongue and waggled it
teasingly. The mini-man stared down in terror as the glistening pink feeler
reached out towards him touching his feet. He saw with trepidation the great
gaping cavern, the curving tongue sweeping down like a red carpet leading to the
ominous dark tunnel of the pharynx and thence to the gullet. She moistened her
mouth and began lowering him down.
'Please!' he squealed, 'No, no, have some mercy! I don't want to die that way!
Kill me first!'
She halted his downward drop for a moment and grinned. 'Go on, beg for mercy. I
like hearing you cry. It makes me feel all funny. Would you like to go up my
cunt instead, or maybe my bum? It'll take much longer like that, you know, but
I'll still eat you. I don't care.' She then noticed his crooked leg: 'Ooooh...so
you've got a broken leg! That's sad. Not much good for you really. Here, I'll
help you...'
She took hold of the leg and quite callously ripped it away from his hip. With a
big grin she popped it into her mouth and chewed it up. 'Mmm...that's nice. Oh
dear, you've only got one leg now. That's not any use now, is it? Never mind...'
She took the remaining leg and cruelly ripped it from him, his screams were
shrill and he punched and pummelled her hand gripping him. A frown came over her
pretty face. 'Hmm...I 'spect you'd love to be big and beat me up, wouldn't you,
poor tiny creature. Well, yo
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