Warning:
This story is very graphic and violent. This is the kind of thing that if it
was published people would be petitioning to have it banned from every retailer
on the planet. It has lots of killing but if you enjoy killing sit down
and read your gonna love this.
CAST –
Stacey – 20 – Former student, now a £300-a-dance stripper. Kitted out the room
with the torture stuff, organised the killings of all the boys in the school
(and killed 12 herself), and the capture of the teachers. Blonde and leader of
the girls. 34F-24-34.
Anna – 20 – Another former cheerleader, with long blonde hair. Now works with
Stacey. Her and Lia captured the men and left them in the school, she took one
of them and ate him as a snack while he was still alive. 34D-24-34.
Callie – 18 – Cheerleader with blonde hair. 2nd in command of the girls. Has
killed 3 ex boyfriends between her thighs for sexual gratification, never been
found out. Likes the taste of human flesh. 32D-22-32.
Lia – 18 – Callie's best friend, works part-time as a waitress, and has dark
hair. Has always had an interest in hurting men for sexual fun, including
choking and beating the chef at work and killing him with Becki. Captured the
guys with Anna. 36DD-24-34.
Chantelle – 18 – Known to be the school slut. Has light brown hair with blonde
streaks and was a cheerleader before the football team was killed. Put a guy in
hospital after she thought she would taste him when she was 15, and bit his
neck. 34D-22-34.
Kristi – 16 – Stacey's younger sister and former cheerleader. Has blonde hair a
little longer than her sister, and punishes guys who ask her on a date by
choking them between her thighs until they pass out. 32C-22-32.
Becki – 16 – Lia's little sister, works with her at the café. Murdered the chef
with Lia but his body has never been found. Has dark hair and has arguably the
best legs of all the girls. 34C-24-34
HELL IN THE GIANTESS SCHOOL - VOL 1
The men re-grouped after they were thrown from the dark bag, and found
themselves in a deserted school corridor. No one was in sight, not even the girl
they had briefly seen earlier in the bar, before they blacked out. The bag lay
next to them. A few who had got caught in it crawled out, and looked around… and
almost fainted.
The 15 guys were no more than 6 inches tall. The corridor was huge, but they
quickly found cover under a bench and discussed the situation. What happened?
Why were they here? And what time did school start? This was the question that
most of them shook with fear at…
Suddenly the quiet was interrupted by a scream, not of a woman, but of a man.
The looked in the direction of the noise, and froze.
"We should check it out… maybe they can help us?"
"Help us? By the sound of that they'd kill us! We should get out of here!"
The men all voiced their opinions, and in the end only 3 were brave enough – or
curious enough – to go check it out. The other 12 guys split into 4 groups, 3 in
each, and went off to search the school.
The 3 guys passed classrooms down the corridor, towards the noise. They had no
doors – odd – and were all empty. The other groups had gone away from the
screams, which came occasionally, and got louder, until they reached a room with
a door. The door was partly open, and they cautiously looked in…
The scene that greeted them was horrific. Two dead bodies lay in the corner,
grown men. Their bodies had been cut, burned and beaten to a pulp, probably
before they were killed. One had a cut throat, but the other showed no single
sign of a cause of death, only what looked like an animal had mauled him.
3 men were chained up naked to a wall, while another was tied to a chair and
another was strapped up to a torture rack. All but one were gagged, the only one
able to scream was chained up. And around them, smiling and giggling like it was
a game, were 7 schoolgirls, all in uniforms.
Another look revealed they were perhaps not as young as they dressed – the
oldest looked around 20, the youngest 16.
The guy who was screaming was in his 30's. A girl who looked about 18 walked
over, wearing a schoolgirl uniform. She had long blonde hair, and a great body,
about 32D. She slowly licked his chest and moved up, before kissing him hard,
using her tongue and touching his cock, which was hard.
"I told you you shouldn't have given me that detention, Sir," she said, breaking
off from the kiss and standing infront of him. "7 teachers and 7 girls… and you
couldn't stop us. 5 of us killed Mr. Miles because he said me and Chantelle were
dressed like sluts – we just lured him in, chained him to the same spot you are
in, whipped, cut, and slashed him, and finished him off with bites all over. We
punish all teachers the same here… Death Penalty."
The men all looked at each other, shocked. Teachers? These girls were either
sick, evil or both. They watched the blonde sucking the man's cock as he
struggled to get free from his student, who wasn't going to stop. When he came
in her mouth, she swallowed and reached up, undoing his arm chains.
She removed the ones from his legs and he tried to overpower her, but was weak
and she slammed him violently to the ground, his head between her legs, face
down. Her miniskirt had ridden up, and she was wearing no panties. His head was
inches away from her…
"Callie! Get off me! What the hell are you doing!?"
So her name was Callie…
"Eat me now!"… She paused for a second… "Sir!" She pushed his face into her
pussy, holding him firmly as he tried to break free, stuffing his face right in.
"Eat or I'll kill you!" He started to half-heartedly lick his sexy student, but
got much faster and harder when she scraped her inch-long nails along his back,
peeling off his skin. His scream of pain was muffled and she made him stay down
until she orgasmed.
"Good, Mr. Gordon, Sir," she said, letting him go for a second but spinning him
onto his back and wrapping her thighs around his head and neck. She cut his
chest with her fingernails and asked another girl, called Becki, who looked the
youngest, about 16, to come and hurt him.
She had dark hair in bunches and a school uniform. His face stuck out from
between Callie's cheerleader thighs, and Becki could get at him. She kissed him
for ages, while slicing his arms with a knife. Then she smiled and sat on
Callie's legs, ready for her most evil act.
She held his right eye open, and stuck her finger in his eye. Her nail pierced
his eyeball and he screamed in agony, but Becki pushed in deeper, cutting the
nerves, before flicking her finger round and pulling his eye out on her
fingernail. She smiled at him and ate it, before going back down for the other
eye. He screamed louder and shut it tight, crying.
But Callie stopped the younger girl from completing her sickening torture. She
wanted him now. Her strong but silky-smooth thighs started to squeeze his head
and neck. He struggled but was no match for the head cheerleader, who was
focusing in crushing his skull.
She put a little more power into the crushing and *crack* his skull was crushed
between her thighs. She giggled when she saw the faces of the men still chained
up. 4 left…
A girl was approaching one of them, carrying a whip and a spiked club. He looked
around 45. She smiled at him and dropped the club on the ground. She was the
oldest, at least 20, with gorgeous blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She looked
the picture of innocence, her schoolgirl look complete with her hair in two
bunches and her socks up to her knees. She tapped the whip on her palm and
licked her lips.
"I remember you, Mr. Johnson… you could never keep your eyes off me in class.
That was when the school was a … hehe… normal school. Only had us 7 girls and 25
boys, though. Oh, and you 7 teachers. Before the girls took over. Hasn't my
little sister grown? She was 14 when I left."
A younger girl, in an equally sexy uniform, almost the double of her older
sister, walked up and smiled. She unbuttoned her blouse and showed him her black
bra underneath.
"She killed your son earlier today… he came looking for you. Got him in the
reception area. His body is still there. He was a strong boy, but no match for
Kristi here. How old was he? 23? And killed by a 16 year old's thighs… she did
to him what Callie did to Mr. Gordon. A little more messy, though… we'll have to
clean up the blood and brains later. Kristi had to use a lot of soap on her
legs."
The younger girl smiled and lifted her skirt, showing her white silk panties,
stained red with blood. "His head was up here, Sir. Crushed it like a grape. My
legs are soooo strong." Her hands rubbed the inside of her thighs, before she
closed her legs quickly. The teacher stared in disbelief and disgust, too
horrified to be upset.
"Show him what you did, Kristi… use Mr. Banks." The man struggled when he heard
his name mentioned, but couldn't scream because of the tape. The younger blonde
untied him, beat him, ungagged him, and dragged him screaming by his hair over
to where Stacey was stood, taunting Mr. Johnson with her breasts.
The guys in the doorway could only watch as Kristi removed the tape from his
mouth and forced her teacher onto his back, and knelt over him, her panties
above his face. The girls were incredibly strong… unnaturally strong. But they
were not muscular… their arms and legs slim and toned, their stomachs flat, but
no six packs or flexing muscles. Strange…
Kristi sat on his face, smothering his pleas for mercy. She wriggled about a
little, getting comfy, pushing down and smiling at Mr Johnson, who was crying,
bitter and full of hatred towards Kristi, knowing she had killed his son in this
way.
She sat up a little, kneeling again, and he tried to get up, raising his head…
Just as she wanted him to. His face was again smothered by her panties, but now
she was kneeling, his head firmly clamped between her thighs and she giggled at
him.
"She did this to him… watch, Sir!" Stacey made him watch as Kristi started to
squeeze his head, closing her eyes and quietly moaning as poor Mr. Banks
struggled to get free, trying to kick out, push her thighs apart… anything. He
even reached up and squeezed her breasts very hard through her blouse, but
instead of feeling pain and letting go, Kristi laughed and held his hands on her
tits, massaging herself with them.
The pressure increased as the young blonde squeezed hard. The guys at the door,
the guys tied up, and all the girls watched and waited as Kristi took her time
over him. She soon got bored and squeezed him so hard his eyes almost popped
out.
The poor man struggled but it was no use. He was Kristi's prisoner, helpless and
she could do whatever she wanted to him. He started screaming and crying,
muffled by her panties. But he heard Kristi groan loudly and…
His skull cracked, and suddenly her thighs were together again, his head
crushed, and blood and brains on her thighs, miniskirt and panties. She dipped
her finger in the blood and licked it, tasting it, before sitting there for a
minute, and getting up. 3 to go.
Stacey smiled as her sister skipped over, smiling. Kristi grabbed Mr. Johnson
and started to kiss him like she would a boyfriend, before pulling back and
slapping him hard. "I kissed your son like that before I killed him." She
slapped him again, giggled, and stood back, as Stacey approached with the whip
in her hand.
She untied his chains and he ran at Kristi, screaming at the blonde. She smiled
as he ran toward her, and at the last second jumped astonishingly high, coming
down sat on his shoulders, facing him, and knocking him to the ground. He was
angry and terrified… and humiliated when he saw Kristi looking down at him,
grinning, her thighs either side of his head, and Stacey walked over.
The guys watched as the older girl knelt down next to him and raked her nails
along his chest, leaving 5 scratches that began to bleed. He screamed and Kristi
got up, dragging him with her, and throwing him onto a second torture rack, the
other one already holding a victim.
Anna, a blonde who looked about 20. was waiting, and she clamped his arms down
to the rack before he could move. Stacey clamped his legs, and another girl got
on top of him and sat on his cock, hard despite his terror, her miniskirt
covering the action. He struggled as she slowly moved up and down.
"Chantelle! Get the hell off me!"
The guys wanted to run but were totally drawn in, watching every move the girls
made. They drew back a little, just peeping around the side of the door, but the
girls were too busy to notice them.
"MMM… Sir, I never knew you liked me in this way… do you think I can make you
cum? And what would the Education Department think… tut tut… a 45 year old
teacher having sex with his 18 year old student… mmm… anyway… I'm going to make
you cum inside me."
Chantelle unbuttoned her blouse and Anna unclipped her bra. She laid down on
him, kissing his lips and sliding her tongue in frequently, all the time
increasing her motion on his cock. He carried on screaming, but they changed
tone as he came inside her. She moaned and carried on for a few seconds, before
getting off. Anna bent over and licked his cum off…
And took his cock into her mouth. She took it all in, and smiled, before biting
down hard, and his eyes almost popped out in agony and he screamed. He forced
himself to looked down through tear-stained eyes to see Anna lift her head away,
and only a small stump, pouring with blood, was left. She spat it out and
suddenly he was surrounded by Stacey, Kristi, Anna, and another girl, who looked
around 18 or 19.
"Hey Lia… come for the kill? Let's get going!"
Lia… they remembered the name from somewhere but couldn't remember where… but
had no time to think…
Lia ducked down and bit a chunk of flesh out of Mr. Johnson's stomach. Stacey
then licked his legs, and bit his thigh. Kristi bend down while Stacey was
tearing off the flesh and her teeth closed on his arm. And Anna started eating
from his chest.
He screamed as the girls ate him alive. Stacey went for his neck, and suddenly
the screaming stopped. The girls stopped eating and untied the body, dumping it
on the floor. Lia and Chantelle went into a door at the back, and the other
girls surrounded the remaining 2 teachers.
The first one died quickly. Becki straddled him across his chair and started to
squeeze him with her thighs. He struggled but was helpless, and the chair, wider
than his body, began to splinter and crack. She untied him and threw him to the
ground. She quickly sat on the floor and wrapped her thighs around his stomach,
while Stacey's wrapped around his chest. At sixteen and twenty, their combined
ages were less than his alone, at 39.
The two girls showed their strength by simply crushing him in seconds. His ribs
cracked loudly between Stacey's thighs, while Becki's were covered in blood
after his stomach burst open. He didn't even have a chance to scream. The girls
laughed and Callie kissed Stacey with her tongue, before leaving the two girls
sat giggling over the crushed teacher.
Anna and Kristi were kissing the guy on the torture rack as Callie walked up.
Kristi was forcing him to drink something, which he eventually forced himself to
swallow after Callie held her long, sharp fingernails to his eyes. His body
began to shrink immediately. Anna picked him up when he stopped, at 6in, and
kissed him.
The guys in the door suddenly realised what had happened. The girl must have put
the stuff in their drinks. Shit. They had to get away, and turned to run
They turned to run, screaming for help, but Lia got one and Chantelle another.
The other had no where to got but in the room, where he was knocked to the
ground, lightly bitten, and picked up in Stacey's mouth. She transferred him to
her hand and held him up to watch Kristi, Anna and Callie devour the teacher
while he screamed for mercy. All the girls ate like he was a delicious, exotic
delicacy. And he probably was to them. Soon he was gone – bones, flesh, the lot.
Callie used a bone as a tooth pick as they sat down the watch the next death.
Chantelle laid on a now empty torture rack and told Becki to tie her to it. She
was laid flat, legs apart, and nothing under her miniskirt, and her captive was
in Anna's hand. The twenty year old blonde knew what to do, and he was slowly
inserted head first into Chantelle's pussy, just how the slut liked it.
The guy was in hell. Only an hour ago he had been a normal, single guy, and now
this shit… he could feel Chantelle squeezing him with her pussy, and Anna showed
no signs of letting him go. He gulped in lungfuls of Chantelle's juices and
screamed but couldn't even hear himself. He started to frantically kick, but it
only intensified Chantelle's pleasure.
He was used that way until he stopped moving. Anna then pulled him out, concious
but weak. Chantelle was untied, and handed the guy. She kissed him, and tossed
the body onto the floor. Kristi lightly rested her bare foot on him, teasing
him. She is a size 5, and her foot was easily bigger than his tiny 6in body. The
teenage girl lightly pressed down.
He could just see over her toes, and screamed to the other guys for some help.
They looked down from the hands of the girls, unable to help. It was unlikely
they would have even if they could. He looked up and could see the bloodstained
silk panties up her short skirt. Her legs were perfect, and seemed to go on
forever… he snapped out of his admiration when he looked past the miniskirt and
past the breasts to see her looking down, smiling.
Kristi saw the look of pure terror in his eyes, giggled, her foot vibrating and
squeezing him even more. She applied fresh lipstick to her already coated lips,
and, without a word, stepped forward, putting her whole weight on him, and
crushing him like a pancake. Blood was splattered on her foot and on the floor,
leaving Kristi full of dominant power, and the guy dead.
The two guys looked up at their captors. Lia lifted hers up to her face, and
lowered him feet first in, up to his waist. She sucked on him, as he screamed
and cried, waving his arms and kicking his feet. Callie approached Lia and
opened her mouth, taking the rest of his body in. They both sucked and licked
him, and despite his fear he came on Lia's tongue. It slid down and into her
throat, and she swallowed it.
His struggles briefly stopped as he tried to get some rest after the biggest
pleasure of his life.
He was dazed and didn't come back round to the fact that he was in mortal danger
until he felt his body being bitten… he woke up to his situation again after he
was removed from Lia's mouth by Callie, who carried him between her lips, before
dropping him onto the torture rack.
He started to cry and tried to run when he saw Anna and Becki pushing a table,
with what looked like surgeons equipment on it, towards him. Chantelle grabbed
him tied his arms and legs with little threads, and made sure he could not
escape. Kristi and Stacey went into the back room, and came out a few minute
later.
Both girls had nurses' uniforms on… well… almost. They were almost identical to
the ones nurses wear – light blue shade. Both girls had the nurse hats and
medical blouses with name badges. The blouses were open, and they had baby-blue
bras on. Stacey had a miniskirt with no panties on, while Kristi preferred a
sexy blue pair under her tiny skirt. Both wore high stilettos with ankle straps
and their toes showing. Around their necks were little medical masks, used to
prevent infection.
They stood one at each side and Kristi pulled out a notepad, pretending to write
down was wrong with him. Stacey bent down low and examined him, licking his body
slowly like the world's most delicious lolly. He was screaming, but the lick was
so sexy and sensual that he came on her tongue when she did a second one. She
laughed and licked it up, swallowing it all.
Kristi put down the notepad and turned to Becki. She was talking about
something… but he couldn't hear what. Stacey had sat over him and was rubbing
herself, giving him a full view. She lowered herself down, almost suffocating
him, and rubbed her pussy on him, wetting him with her juices. She got up and
wiped him dry, and Kristi joined her next to the table.
"I think we should definitely operate, Nurse Stacey. What do you think?" Stacey
smiled wickedly, and nodded. "He might want this… keeps him alive until we crush
his head." Stacey poured the contents of a small container on him. Becki and
Anna passed the girls a sharp but tiny knife each. "Now we can rip him open and
he will feel every little cut until we decide to crush his puny little skull."
"Leave me alone!!!! NOOOO!!! PLEASE!!!"
Stacey smiled and cut into his leg. He screamed and tears rolled down his face.
Kristi slowly cut across his stomach, revealing his insides. He screamed and
cried in agony, and wished he would just die. Blood flowed out onto the rack.
His struggles were useless.
"He's crying… great… makes me hot when they cry," giggled Stacey, reaching down
and starting to touch herself. Kristi smiled and used her knife to cut off one
of his fingers, which she ate.
The two sisters were enjoying themselves. Stacey was more careless, using only
one hand while the other did its job down below. Kristi carefully used her knife
to inflict maximum pain, laughing as tears rolled down his cheeks. She was
enjoying his pain, as if inflicting it did the opposite for her.
"Holder," she said, and Becki passed her a brutal looking metal clasp. She
pushed it into the cut on his stomach, and screwed it round, holding open the
wound. His screams were now ear-splitting, as if his soul was being wrenched
from his body by the two cruel girls. The fear and pain he was feeling could
never be described – only that it felt like your insides were being torn out and
you could do nothing to stop it. And that is what was happening.
"Hook." Stacey, who had stopped playing with her pussy, was given a small fish
hook, and she pushed it into the cut, and scooped out what looked like lumps of
blood. She smiled as he screamed even louder, struggling like a mouse with its
tail in a trap as a cat slowly approached. After jerking the hook to rip off a
bit that was still stuck in his body, Stacey slowly put the hook into her mouth,
and swallowed the contents, keeping constant eye contact.
His intestines, blood and stomach. She scooped out another hookful, feeding this
one to Kristi. "Mmm, liver!" exclaimed the younger blonde, pretending to chew
with her mouth open, swallowing, and licking her lips. She giggled and bent her
head down, untying his legs and taking one into her mouth. He looked down in
blind panic, and saw her sexily crunch down on his thigh, splintering the bones
like wafer. His other leg kicked wildly at her cheek, as she chewed up his leg,
and swallowed it.
Stacey wasn't going to be left out. The kicking leg was an east target. He
begged not to, trying to move it away, and even kicking her lips as they moved
closer. The twenty year old took his foot in, and slowly ate along his leg,
biting off tiny bits at a time, until only 2 stumps remained, pouring with
blood. Stacey kissed him, covering him in her warm saliva and in blood from his
own body.
By now he was delirious. His screams were just constant, high pitched and
unchanged. The potion the girls had poured on him was now having its effect in
the way they wanted it to, the cruelest way. He wanted to die so much, but the
liquid was keeping him alive… until his head was crushed. He would feel all the
pain until then.
The other guy was being held by Becki and Anna, by his arms, made to watch. He
was feeling faint, and had been sick on the floor as Kristi looked him in the
eye while chewing his friend's insides. He was praying that it was some kind of
sick, twisted dream, and that he would soon wake up from it and be safe. But the
sharp pain as Anna's fingernail scratched his back told him it was no dream. It
was real.
Stacey and Kristi discarded their knives and tools. Both licked their lips, and
took an arm each into their mouthes. They smiled sweetly at their victim,
looking like butter wouldn't melt in their mouthes. Their tongues playfully
licked his arms.
He looked one way to see Kristi, her lips around his shoulder, teeth holding his
tiny arm in place. He could feel her hot breath on his face, and it seemed
strange as his thoughts drifted around like a leaf on a waterfall. She was going
to eat his arm. Bite it off, chew it up and swallow it, like it was made to be
food. Food for some stupid little girl he could easily rape and murder if he
wanted to. A snack. It wasn't. Not food. But she was eating it anyway. It was
funny.
The pain was worse than anything he had felt before, half waking him up from his
delirious dreaming. They bit down together, Stacey's bite splitting the bones of
his shoulder, and Kristi's less painful, only through his upper arm bone. He
screamed and wriggled. But he had nothing to move, and he laughed to himself. It
still hurt, he though.
The girls ate up his body without him even moving, except for a few screams, and
Stacey stripped off her blouse and unclipped her bra. She lowered her huge
breasts onto his head… which, thanks to her witchcraft practise, screamed on
it's own…
Becki and Anna laughing as the sisters licked the blood off their lips, before
returning to the back room for a costume change. They returned in their school
uniforms, but Kristi made sure everyone saw she has changed her blood-soaked
panties for a fresh pair. A white lace thong. The remaining guy couldn't help
but look.
"Well… what do you think, you puny little man? You're getting a different kind
of death… very different." Becki tied thread to his arms and legs, and tied the
thread around pins in a cork board. Chantelle couldn't resist kissing him as he
hung, arms and legs spread wide, helpless and at their mercy. Lia joined in, and
ended up carrying on with Chantelle as the girls moved away.
Callie walked up and placed a box on the table. She opened it and showed it to
him. His heart missed a beat. 7 shiny, gold darts, each with a girl's initials
engraved onto it. She laid them out on the table, and each girl took hers.
"We need some practise… and you are our target. None of us are good… so you will
probably last a long time before one of us hits you. Good Luck." Callie giggled
and flicked up her miniskirt, showing her panties. Chantelle, having finished
with Lia, lifted her skirt up around her waist, and slipped a finger into her
panties. She threw her dart, missing by some distance. He was terrified… but
Chantelle's dirty games aroused him… and it showed.
The other girls took turns to aim and throw. The closest was thrown by Anna,
which missed him by a few inches. They collected their darts and Stacey licked
him for a few seconds, enough to make him cum on her tongue. She smiled and
returned to the others.
This time, a dart hit him, spearing through his thigh and pinning him harder
onto the board. He looked up to see Kristi giggling, and before he had time to
scream, another dark skewered his arm. It was thrown by Lia. Each girl got a
minor hit, arms or legs, until Callie was left.
"We lied about needing practise… the first throws were to give you a false
comfort zone. Now… my shot. Head? Chest? No… the most painful death is a single
shot to the stomach…" She walked over and poked his stomach with a pin, making a
tiny red mark, which lightly bled. She walked back. "That's my target. Bye bye."
The dart flew from the hand of the blonde. He watched it in slow motion, through
tear stained eyes, wincing in agony from the other 6 darts in his arms and legs.
It was right on target, stabbing right through and stopping with a thud. He
screamed and cried, but no help came. The girls, knowing that 12 more men were
in the school, were touching up their lipstick and making sure they looked their
best. He was left to die slowly, crying, alone, by the 7 girls who had taken so
much pleasure in his death…
To find Lia and Chantelle stood smiling behind them.
Anna, meanwhile, had got changed into a short dress. She was going out to
capture more victims for the girls. She smiled at the dying man on the
dartboard, and twisted her dart in his arm. She walked through the door at the
back, leaving the 6 girls.
They decided to go solo. After they had all killed one, they would meet back at
the gym and the guys would be shrunk to 2in. They would have a total of 2 guys
each. Most decided to keep their schoolgirl uniforms on, because this was a
school – they had to look the part… but some girls changed to cheerleaders.
Stacey – white blouse, unbuttoned with no bra underneath. Black miniskirt. White
lace panties, knee high white socks and no shoes. Hair in 2 bunches with a
little running down the back of her neck.
Callie – baby-blue low-cut cheeleader top, and miniskirt the same colour. Red
lace panties, and baby-blue cheerleader shoes. Also carried two pom-poms and had
her hair down, long past her shoulders.
Lia - like Callie, but with no panties and no shoes. Her hair was tied up in
bunches.
Chantelle – white blouse, unbuttoned, with a white bra underneath and a tiny
black miniskirt, no panties. Black leather knee boots and her hair down, and a
knife tucked into her left boot.
Kristi – White blouse with the bottom two buttons done up, and a black bra.
White lace thong underneath a little miniskirt, and no shoes, socks or boots.
Hair done up in bunches like her sister's.
Becki – like Kristi, but her bra was pure white. Hair down, shoulder length. She
wore strappy silver stilettos, not very schoolgirl-like, but she liked them…
They agreed to meet back in 20 minutes. This would give each girl enough time to
find, torture and kill a guy, and to tease and terrify the others they saw. They
disappeared out of the door, and the guy on the board finally slipped into
darkness…
The groups of men were confused. One of the groups was having a break near the
maths area, behind a pipe. It was a little way onto a side corridor off a main
one. After hearing the screams earlier, and more of them since, they had decided
to stay hidden. It was not a good hiding place, but it was all that was on
offer.
They heard footsteps – loud footsteps. Something big was coming down the main
corridor. Whatever it was was wearing shoes, they could tell by the clicking of
the heels on the hard floor. They peeped out from the pipe, and froze as Becki
walked past the maths corridor and carried on down the main one.
"FUCK! Where the hell are we?" The question had been asked a lot, but never so
desperately. They all looked at each other, too shocked to be afraid. After a
while, softer steps were heard. It was hard to tell where they were coming from,
but they guys decided to act now. A door a little way down the corridor was
open, and the room dark. They would have to leave their cover to get there. But
they had to get somewhere safer.
The steps were getting louder, and they ran like their lives depended on it.
Their lives DID depend on it – but they did not know that then. But they were
terrified of whatever was making the noise.
"HA! Found some!" The voice behind them made them freeze on the spot. They spun
around to see a girl stood looking down at them. She was about 18, and wore a
cheerleader uniform, with a pom pom in each hand. Her dark hair was tied in two
bunches. It was Lia. She was cute. Well, more than cute, they thought. But that
was the last thing on their minds.
She laid down on the floor and reached out her hand. They ran but her fingers
closed around the leg of one, called Richard. He fell to the ground, and was
dragged back along the floor, screaming. The other two guys watched in horror.
Lia smiled and he was pushed into her top, between her huge breasts. She sat up
and opened her legs. No panties. The other two guys were trapped between the
cheerleader's thighs, with a full view of the action.
She had already decided what to do. She took him from her top and inserted him
head first into her already wet pussy, holding him by his ankles. She slowly
pulled him out, before pushing him back in quickly, her pleasure further
enhanced by his struggles. She looked at the two guys trapped as the human dildo
was used to great effect.
She finally smiled and pulled him out, holding him up. He was dazed. She laid
him on her thigh to get his breath back. He would have run but she held him with
one hand, and used the other to grab one of the others, Neil. He was stuck
halfway into her pussy and she grabbed the other, Jack. She pulled out the guy
and dropped her first human dildo infront of them, inches from her pussy.
"We're gonna play a little game, boys. See your friend who I just fucked? He was
good, made me even wetter than I was before. Killing men makes me horny and me
and my friends just killed a load of our teachers and 3 of you guys. I really
enjoyed it. Anyway. Your friend is my next victim. You two have to push him up
my pussy, where he will suffocate and give me great satisfaction. If you don't
do it, I'll bite your heads off. Understand?"
Terrified Richard backed away. "N-No… guys… we're in this together! Don't let
this slut scare you… guys!"
18 year old Lia smiled down at him, and teasingly pushed a finger into her
pussy, probed around and removed it, licking off her own juices. The other two
men looked up at her, then back at their friend, who was shaking uncontrollably
near her left knee.
"Boys… I'd getting impatient! And my pussy is hungry… I want your friend to fuck
me until he dies. Go ahead… save yourselves… it's you or him."
They had no choice. Neil chased and caught him, while Jack was not far behind.
All 3 were naked, but Richard could not slip away. He was dragged towards lovely
Lia, who giggled and playfully fingered herself, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
He screamed as his friends struggled to position his head against her pussy for
easy entry.
"Come on in… any guy would die to fuck me… ooh… and you ARE going to die to fuck
me! Haha!" Her laughter sent a chill down all 3's spines – even the two about to
help kill their own friend.
His head was in the right place for a few seconds, but that is all it too. Lia's
wetness made sliding him in easy, but they had to pause for breath. His legs
kicked wildly and they dropped him, but he was in up to his waist, and could not
push himself free. Lia smiled and the two men grabbed his legs, forcing his legs
in. His feet vanished and Lia moaned in satisfaction. They saw her pussy moving
with his struggled and decided they didn't want to wait around for him to die to
see what happened next. As Lia lifted her leg a little, they ran underneath,
panicking and going in opposite directions.
Richard struggled, helpless against Lia. He swallowed her juices as he tried to
breathe, and soon found himself drifting into unconciousness. And 5 minutes
later, Lia removed the dead body, dropped it on the floor, and began to walk
casually back to their meeting place…
Chantelle was in the English rooms, hunting for a victim. Also in the English
rooms was a group of 3 guys. They could hear footsteps, loud footsteps, coming
from all directions. They had seen 2 blonde girls in school uniforms walking
around, and had heard them mention each others' names – Kristi and Chantelle…
The heels on her boots clicked on the hard floors, making an ambush impossible,
but the guys would never be able to outrun her. She flicked her hair out of her
face and turned a corner…
3 guys were stood about 10 metres up the hallway, staring. They backed away
slowly as Chantelle approached, smiling. The tried to run faster as she got
closer, but she was much faster. She used her special powers from the potions
she had taken, and effortlessly somersaulted over them, landing a few feet ahead
of them, facing them. She sat down and spread her legs wide, before reaching and
grabbing 2 of them, stuffing one down her bra, and catching the other.
She removed the large amount of bubble gum from her mouth, and stuck a guy to
the wall with it. None of the guys had clothes – they did not shrink with their
bodies. He could only watch Chantelle as she sat down to play with her new
'toys'.
She gently pushed her breasts together, squeezing the guy between them and
making him cry and beat on her chest, screaming in pain. She giggled and pressed
harder, leaving him gasping for breath. The other guy was trapped between her
legs, his feet tickling her pussy.
The released the one between her breasts and put him on the floor. He ran away,
still gasping to get his breath back. The other one was lifted to her lips and
kissed, licked and played with. She sucked on his tiny cock and soon his tiny
amount of cum splashed onto Chantelle's lips. The teenage slut gulped it down
and decided to get more, sucking hard and he came again.
He screamed at her to stop as she carried on, wanting every last drop. Finally
he went limp between her lips, and she licked his tiny body all over, before
dropping him and he ran away too, not daring to look back at Chantelle, who had
turned her attention to the guy on the wall.
He saw her smiling, and started to wriggle in desperation. She watched his
pathetic struggles, smiling and licking her lips. She was hungry and he was at
her head height, right infront of her. He saw the hunger in her eyes and
screamed. He was the only one who had seen what the girls could do when they
were first let free… and he had been the first to decide he didn't want to go
towards the noises.
He was 27, a single guy who had always got the better of girls, he thought. When
he was captured, he was already seeing 3 girls, and had been approached by Anna
and Lia when he was sat with his friend, and had whispered that he wanted to
have them both before they walked over. After they were lured outside, they were
shrunk, and he experienced the most sickening sight of his life.
Anna devoured his friend infront of him, feeding Lia his arm and leg. Blood went
everywhere, and the girls giggled as they ate, obviously finding every scrap of
flesh and drop of blood delicious. When they had finished him, they returned to
their school…
Now Chantelle was approaching, her lips beginning to open. He tried for one last
time to get free before he was kissed, and her tongue slipped out and wrapped
around his cock. She licked until she tasted cum, and swallowed. He was prised
from her chewing gum and laid out, as her lips decended towards him.
His raised arms were no good, simply crunched through and swallowed by Chantelle.
His screams were deafening, and his terror unspeakable. She went back down
again, and lifted him, his head, shoulders and chest in her mouth, She stood,
and slipped her hand up her own skirt and into her panties. The power drove her
crazy, his muffled screams and her own hand movements bringing her seconds from
ecstasy… and she bit down, consumed by lust for blood. She chewed, crunching his
bones, and swallowed, her panties by now soaking wet. She stood for a moment,
before starting the short walk back to the meeting place.
Stacey knew some guys would be around somewhere. She just had to find them. They
would obviously be hidden… but where? She wandered down the corridors, making no
noise except breathing, her socks softly cushioning her feet. She looked around
a corner… and saw 3 of them. They were running in the other direction, but had
not seen her. She silently followed them, thoughts running through her head. Eat
one? Crush one? Suffocate one? She was wet with excitement. They ran for a
little more, not looking behind them, and turned into a classroom. Trapped.
Stacey walked to the entrance, stepped inside the room and closed the door. The
light was off, but she heard a scream and tiny feet running. She reached for the
light switch and the room lit up. She saw them, cowering in a corner, and walked
over.
One of them, maybe more brave than the others, stepped forward.
"H-Hi… pleased to meet you, miss." She crouched infront of him and he held out
his trembling hand to her. She smiled sweetly and held her little finger out,
and they shook hands. She laid down, and invited him onto her hand. He felt he
had no choice, and climbed on.
The other 2 were still in the corner, very scared. They were trapped, but Stacey
appeared to be very sweet and kind. She giggled as the guy on her hand spoke to
her, and after a few minutes, he allowed her to kiss him, and he tried his
hardest to kiss back. He was naked, and tried to hide his tiny erection from
Stacey, but she saw it.
"How about you two come over and we play a little game… you guys are so sweet…
please?" They nervously walked up to her, still laid out on the floor. She
smiled and kissed both, noticing that again, they tried to hide their
excitement.
"Now… I've always wanted to give a whole guy a blowjob… sounds weird but ever
since I first found out about them, I have wanted to… don't worry, it won't
hurt… who wants to be first?" She smiled and licked her lips, looking each one
in the eye.
All 3 volunteered, and Stacey told one to lay on the floor, with his legs in the
air. He did, and she gently closed her lips on him, around the waist, and, with
one in each hand, rolled onto her back. The other two watched. The guy in her
mouth felt himself pulled in slowly, up to his armpits, and he held onto her
lips.
He was in heaven. Her tongue wrapped around him, and she began sucking lightly.
In no time at all, she was swallowing his cum. He begged her for another one,
but she took him from her mouth, licked him clean and place him on her breast.
She lowered another one into her mouth, and picked up the first one in her hand,
and started.
Her sweet lips parted slightly as she began to suck, and her tongue probed every
inch, before licking him, and curling around his body. He squirmed in delight,
and Stacey softly giggled, and sucked a little harder. His cum rolled down her
tongue. She took him out, opened her mouth, and let him watch her swallow it. He
was exhausted, and she again swapped guys.
She again sucked him until he came in her mouth, but this time, swallowed it
without letting him go. She lifted the other two up above her face. She smiled
and continued to suck, hard, making him scream in pain. The other two were
moved, and each placed against a nipple. Stacey laughed and sucked harder,
making him cum again…
A shadow appeared at the door. Another blonde girl, wearing a cheerleader
outfit, and carrying two big fluffy pom poms. She smiled as she came in.
"Hey Stacey… I haven't found any yet…elusive little bastards… hey you got 3?
Wanna share them? One each and a little toy, then let him go for later!"
"Sure, Callie. These little guys got a treat before they… well, better not spoil
the surprise! They trusted me! How sweet! Join in, enough to go around!"
Callie took one of them from Stacey's hand, and pushed him into her cleavage.
She cupped her breasts and began to massage him slowly between them, smiling and
watching his struggles. They had all pretty much worked out that what the girls
had planned for them was not nice at all, and were trying desperately to escape.
"Great idea, Callie! Titfucks!" Stacey moved the guy from her nipple into her
cleavage. She had no bra on, so he was not tightly squeezed in by her 34Fs. She
lightly gripped her breasts, pushed them a little closer, and began to give him
the same treatment as Callie's toy, while sucking on her other guy at the same
time.
Suddenly, as his cum flowed onto her tongue again – he had lost count of the
number of times – he found himself flying out of Stacey's mouth – she had spit
him out. He landed on her flat stomach, rolled onto her miniskirt and stopped.
He immediately jumped down to the floor, running for his life, screaming towards
the door. They watched him go and giggled, before turning all their attention on
the 2 remaining guys.
Callie felt her victim tense up his body. He beat wildly on her breasts, and she
squeezed them slowly together. She felt a damp patch form as his cum shot
between her breasts, and smiled, before carrying on. Stacey's victim was
screaming for mercy.
"MMM… Cum on my tits, you puny little man! You know you want to." Stacey teased
and taunted her plaything, who was helpless between the two huge mountains of
flesh. "Come on… you'd die to get this from me if you were normal sized…"
He gave Stacey's tits a small, milky coating. Callie's came again, and they
lifted their victims out, before licking each others cleavages, lapping up the
warm cum.
"I'm going to deal with this horny little bastard in private… see you back at
base, Stacey!" Callie walked out of the room carrying the crying man, leaving
Stacey looking at her victim, and he looked back at her, not moving, not making
a noise. He was too terrified.
"OK… I'll tell you what I'm going to do with you. Don't worry, it won't hurt at
all. Honest." She ran her tongue along her beautiful lips, smiling like a sweet,
innocent angel.
"O-OK…w-what are you going to do?"
She lifted him to her face, and laid down once again. She looked him straight in
the eye. He saw the lust in her eyes, the lust for pain. She wanted to hurt him
bad, he thought. And he was right.
"I'm going to eat you – tear you limb from limb, drink your blood, devour your
flesh, crunch your bones…you'll be delicious, but not a whole meal, maybe just a
snack. A girl has to eat proper food, you know! People are a delicacy." She
smiled and giggled at herself, before opening her lips and lowering him towards
them.
He screamed and thrashed about, kicking wildly as her mouth watered with
anticipation. She was never a girl to take care over her food…
"The other girls say I'm a messy eater, so I'll have to change after I have
eaten you. Blood everywhere… you know." He screamed as she crunched down on his
leg, tearing it off at the knee and swallowing it without chewing. She closed
her eyes and let the blood flow onto her tongue, drinking it like a vampire, and
licking the stump where his leg had been.
Her teeth clamped on his arm, but she didn't bite – she ripped it off, tearing
the flesh and twisting the bone, leaving him in unspeakable agony. She chewed,
loudly crunching the bones, as he screamed and cried for mercy.
Stacey suddenly opened her eyes and lowered him in slowly, head first. The blood
ran down his leg, dripping off his shoulder, and her teeth closed on his neck…
Callie was in the room next door, and her victim heard the bloodcurdling screams
from Stacey's snack. She looked at him, smiling and laid down on her front, and
put his foot in her mouth. He half dangled down to the floor, his back on it but
his legs held up. He struggled, and Callie bit down, splintering the bones, and
he dropped to the ground.
"AAAAAAHHH…YOU BITCH! FUCKIN SLUT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! YOU
CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"
He pulled himself backwards, but was unable to run, not even walk. The pain was
unbearable, and tears rolled down his cheeks. Callie started to chew, and he
screamed at her again, his anger mixed with excruciating pain. The giant teenage
blonde moved closer, opening her mouth as she chewed, and he saw the bloody mush
that was his foot. She swallowed and her lips parted again…
"I know… I'm such a bitch, but I can't help myself… and a slut… well I pushed
one of my classmates into my pussy to kill him, and I titfucked you… and I'm
wearing a cheerleader uniform, so I guess I AM a slut… but I like being one."
"Please… no… don't do this, please… I'll do anything… I'll give you all my
money… my car… anything!" He was now gasping, trying desperately to stop her
biting him again. Callie lowered her head, her long blonde hair draping over
him, blocking all views… except up at her lips. He raised a hand to protect
himself, and Callie bit down, picking him up.
He saw his hand in her mouth, her teeth clamped around his wrist, and the pain
from his leg added to by the agony of her bite. She smiled and started to gently
rock her head, twisting his arm and increasing his suffering. Blood dripped down
onto his face and he saw his wrist was bleeding. He screamed as he felt her
teeth cutting into his flesh.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
She increased the gentle rocking of her head into a violent shaking. He screamed
again, before his hand was torn off in her mouth and he was sent flying, through
the curtain of white-blonde hair, and across the floor. He struggled to sit up,
and was now just crying in fear. The screams and begging had stopped.
The blonde cheerleader approached again, having swallowed his hand. She licked
him onto his back and kissed him with her tongue, before raising her head again,
and coming back down, lips apart. She saw his tears and laughed, licking them
up, and then began sucking his tiny cock, which, despite his pain and terror,
was hard.
He came on her tongue, and she cleaned him. Her long hair again created a
curtain, shielding her victim from view. He could only see her face, as she
smiled and her lips opened once again…
He pushed her lips against his stomach, opened them wide, and started trying to
bite his tummy. At first she had no luck, but all she needed was to catch one
little bit of flesh between her teeth, and she would be able to tear him to
pieces. He was screaming and trying to push her away, but it was no good. She
ripped a slice of flesh off, and started to chew on his stomach, while he
screamed louder and louder. She was eating him alive.
The screams stopped, but Callie continued to eat, until only a partial skeleton
remained. She carefully picked it up and laid it at the corner of the main
corridor. Stacey approached her and the two girls walked back, chatting about
their kills…
Kristi twirled her hair around her finger as she wandered around the science
rooms. Her and Becki were working together, and she could hear the loud clicking
of her friend's heels on the hard, cold floor. They may be the youngest two
girls, but they really know how to be evil. That is why they were searching the
science part – they could do experiments on their victims, and torture them in
sickening ways.
Just how they liked it. From around a corner, she heard a quiet scream, and
Becki's footsteps quickened. She laid down silently just before the corner,
opened her mouth, and waited. A guy came running round, saw her, tried to stop,
slipped, and landed head first in her mouth. Her lips slowly closed around his
waist.
By the time the next one ran around, Kristi was teasing her captive with her
tongue. The second guy turned to run for a classroom, but was hit by another guy
who didn't stop in time. One was sent sprawling, hitting the wall, and the other
managed to carry on running. Becki and Kristi let him go – they had their
victims now.
The guy who hit the wall opened his eyes to see Becki approaching. Her legs were
the first thing he saw, long and toned. She was wearing strappy little
stillettos and a tiny miniskirt, with a white shirt which she had unbuttoned,
with a white bra. He screamed as she picked him up, and Kristi stood up too.
They went into the nearest classroom, and turned on the lights…
"Cool… the main chemistry lab!" Kristi ran over to a desk, and put her victim
into a glass container, while she undid the last two buttons of her shirt, and
took it off. Becki giggled and did the same, her man also in a container.
The girls wandered around, looking for possible torture equipment. Becki picked
up a tripod, and Kristi found one of the old bunsen burners, little
flamethrowers used for heating stuff in experiments. A smile creeps across her
face, and she looks at Becki. The dark haired girl is obviously thinking the
same, and they dash back to the two guys like excited schoolgirls.
Kristi filled one of the containers with water, and set it on the tripod, with
the bunsen burner underneath. The little guy tried to climb out, but was pushed
back in every time. Kristi bent down, taking his head in her mouth and lifting
him out. She kissed him for a while, and dropped him back in. He treaded water,
holding the side of the glass. Becki put a thermometer into the water.
"6 degrees celsius… write it down, Kristi! OK… let's get started." She turned on
the flame, and it licked the bottom of the container. The guy screamed and
thrashed about – but the water hadn't even started to heat up. In fact, it was
cold! The two girls giggled as he struggled.
"10 degrees… 12…" Becki continued to read the temperature, while Kristi wrote it
down. Becki turned the flame up to the next setting, and the temperature rose
more rapidly. "30… 35." The guy was now getting hot, and started to scream at
the two schoolgirls.
"LET ME GO! SLUTS!" They just smiled, and carried on taking the temperature.
Their unlucky victim was now screaming, as the water got warmer. 40. 45.
Kristi and Becki were feeling the heat too, and started to loosen their bras,
but not taking them off. The poor guy was watching, scared shitless, and in
pain. The temperature reached 60, and he was screaming louder and louder.
Becki teased him with her finger, pretending to offer him a way out, before
Kristi carefully pushing his head underwater using her tongue. He surfaced and
cried out in agony. 70. 75. Bubbled began to form at the bottom of the container
and he felt them rush up to him.
"Boiling point is 100, Becki. Shall we boil him alive or let him go?" Kristi
smiled as she asked her friend, who smiled back. The two girls knew what they
were going to do, and only asked to give him a little bit of hope.
"Boil him alive!" they both said, before giggling and settling down closer, to
watch his final moments. Most of his body was now burned, and he faught to keep
his head above water, screaming and crying in pain.
"Please let me go… you girls… too cute… be so cruel… please-" He slipped under
the water, his last words having no effect on the two evil schoolgirls. They
watched his body being boiled, and then turned off the flame. They left the
container where it was.
The other guy had seen it all, and was struggling to get free from the glass
prison. He was 6", but the container was at least 3" taller. The girls
approached, breasts bouncing, eyes fixed on him. Kristi licked her lips. And
Becki licked hers.
"MMM… Kristi, I think I heard the dinner bell… time for our snack! This one
looks nice and juicy, should taste delicious. I can't wait to tear his flesh and
drink his blood, crunching up his bones and swallowing… it's so cool being able
to do this, and I don't feel any guilt!"
"Yea, that's cos they deserve to be eaten. Really cruel, painful death,
especially when done slowly. I never felt any guilt at all when I have killed
people… well, maybe Mr Johnson's son… he was innocent, he was only coming to
look… but I enjoyed every second, from the catch to the moment I crushed his
skull. I even licked up the blood from the floor. I'm a cruel little bitch,
aren't I?"
"Too right, you're evil!" The girls laughed and Becki removed the guy from the
container and put him on a table. Kristi touched up her lip gloss while Becki
licked him, making him scream for mercy, and after that failed, he began to cry.
Knowing her friend loves it, Becki held him to Kristi and she licked up his
tears, 'mmming' and making loud slurping noises.
He started to kick and try to push her away, but she just carried on playfully
licking his face, and kissing his body. The naked man squirmed under the
blonde's lips, as she laughed and giggled. Kristi lifted her head and he was
left coated with her warm saliva. He jumped to his feet and ran to the edge of
the table. The fall would kill him but at least it would be painless. He didn't
look down before he jumped…
And he landed feet first in Becki's open mouth. She had disappeared under the
table as Kristi kissed him, knowing that when her friend let him go, he would
try to jump off. And she had caught him. He screamed again as Becki stood up,
and held him up to his waist in her mouth. Kristi approached and didn't
hesitate, opening her mouth and taking his top half in.
His screams were muffled, and then they dropped him. Becki's head came down, her
teeth closed, and she snapped it back up, tearing a chunk of flesh from his
thigh. He tried to get up, but was forced back by Kristi, who closed her teeth
on his arm and crunched it off, swallowing it whole. Becki came back again,
violently crunching his leg off at the knee.
The two girls tore him apart, drank all the blood, and even licked up any that
had spilt, before putting their shirts back on and walking back to meet the
other girls.
The girls stood chatting in the gym, and Anna arrived back with a sackful of 3in
guys. The girls laid around on the soft mats, slowly and cruelly eating some of
them, and Anna left to set the rest up in the torture room. They each had one
left, and decided to take a shower to clean up the blood.
Stacey sat in her cubicle with her shower on, opened her legs and inserted her
'toy' into her pussy, moaning and giggling as she pushed him in and out,
pleasuring herself. She'd had a lot of guys, but nothing compared to using one
of the shrunken guys as a living dildo. The power, control, dominance… and the
incredible feeling she got from killing them.
She stopped to give him a rest to catch his breath, before lifting him up to her
face. The looked him in the eye and saw the look of pure terror. Her long, silky
blonde hair was matted with the water, and she giggled as a few strands tickled
her hard nipples. Her fingers were draw into her pussy. Stacey was in her own
private heaven, and so was Lia, in the next cubicle – doing exactly the same
thing.
But Stacey's 18-year-old victim was in hell. He was the youngest one to be
caught by Anna, who had made him lick her pussy in the torture room before she
brought them to the gym. He would have loved it - but he was only 1ft tall. The
twenty year old blonde pushed his whole head inside her for minutes at a time,
until she was totally satisfied with his efforts. Instead of killing him, she
had given him to Stacey. And she would give him a sick, evil death.
Stacey lowered him back between her lovely thighs, and he begged her not to. But
she didn't listen – why should a 5'6'' girl listen to a 3'' boy? His screams
were again muffled as she pushed him deep inside her, but time, he did not feel
his ankles being held. His whole body was enveloped in Stacey's wetness, and she
finished her shower with his helpless kicks giving her constant pleasure… and
eventually, they stopped.
Chantelle was doing what could be expected. Her little victim was up to his
waist in her mouth, and she sucked him off while showering. Getting a steamy
blowjob from a girl like her in the shower would be on most people's dream
lists. But for him, the reality was terrifying and agonising. Soon after she had
finished her shower, he felt her teeth around his stomach, and blacked out for
good…
Becki was not so kind to her victim. She undressed and made him hold her nipple
as she walked into the shower. She said she would kill him if he let go. He hung
on for his life, crying, knowing that soon, he would be dead. She turned on the
shower and let the water run down her body, making her nipple slippery.
He was managing, though. Becki seemed a little annoyed, and he saw her pout at
him, disappointed. He felt a surge of optomism – maybe she actually would let
him go if he hung on! He clung tighter, hoping he wouldn't hurt her. But she was
actually enjoying it, as his fingers massaged her breasts.
She grew tired, and moved slowly to the wall, stopping with her breasts a few
inches away from it. She looked down and pouted again, pretending to be angry at
him.
Then she slowly pushed her body against the wall, her nipples touching first. He
tried to let go but found the warm, wet flesh held him tight against the wall,
squeezing him. He squirmed wildly, and the schoolgirl laughed.
She had seen Stacey do this sort of thing to one of the guys from school when he
was normal sized, at the start of the killings. He had been with Kristi at the
time – well, Kristi had led him on. Stacey did a test on him, and asked him to
shower with her. He agreed, and was suffocated against the wall by her huge
breasts.
She taunted and teased him as he struggled for air, but his air supply was
totally cut off by her tits, and the other girls watched the simple but sexy
murder, giggling at his attempts to escape Stacey. He died in agony, as Kristi
and Chantelle started to eat his thighs, and Lia's teeth closed around his cock.
Becki had a more fun idea, though. He was much smaller, and she started to push
her breasts harder against the wall, and he began to scream as his body really
felt the pain. She pressed up harder, her flat stomach touching, her breasts
almost flattened, but he still hung on. The suddenly his body exploded, blood
splattering her breasts and the wall. She cleaned herself off, and decided that
she wanted to try out swallowing someone alive…
Callie was also using her little toy for sexual pleasure, but she wasn't moving
him herself. She was sat on the floor in her shower, water running down her
naked body, dripping from her nipples, her legs spread wide open, and the little
victim was stood between them, looking up at the teenage blonde. He was older –
maybe 35.
Her finger ran down from her chest, around her nipples, across her flat, toned
stomach, and slowly pushed up her pussy, moving for a little bit, while Callie
moaned quietly.
"God, no," he said quietly to himself. "Fuckin dirty little slut…"
He said it quietly, almost silently, but Callie heard it. 'Slut' is not a word
you call Callie. If you want a slut, go see Chantelle. Not Callie. She once
killed her ex-boyfriend when he called her a slut. She smiled, but with a hint
of wickedness in her eye.
"What was that, sweetie? Did you call me a slut?" He took a step back, but she
reached out and pulled him back. He looked up again to see her finger had
stopped its work.
"Your turn", she said, pointing to her pussy. "Go on, make me cum on your whole
body, you know you want me to." His eyes widened and he tried to run, but he was
again trapped, this time by the water that had built up in the middle of the
cubicle around the drain. "Fuck me or I'll kill you. Now."
He had no choice. He slowly approached her pussy, and put his arm inside. Callie
smiled but made no noises of satisfaction. He climbed up and lowered his legs
in, kicking them about, desperately trying to please her. She made a small moan,
and he slipped in up to his chest, making her giggle and make louder noises.
He felt his legs and feet being squeezed and was finding it hard to keep himself
from slipping all the way in, because of her increased wetness. After what
seemed like an eternity, he was pushed out by an explosion of Callie's juices,
and thrown to the shower floor. He struggled to his feet and was lifted up to
her face.
She was smiling, and he hoped this would mean he would be OK. She had said she
would let him go if he could please her, and it felt like he did. But Callie had
already forgotten about that casual lie, and now she would cruelly take his
life.
"That was a great fuck, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Anyway, you
deserve a reward. What do you want? A blowjob, a titfuck, or another trip into
my pussy?" She smiled as he began to get excited. He thought she was actually
being nice to him! He looked down at her pussy – he didn't want to go back in
here for a long time! He then looked at her breasts. She was only 18, and they
were perfectly formed, looked firm and would give amazing titfucks. And her lips
looked delicious…
He was still thinking when Callie put him into her mouth head first. She cocked
her head back, and, with a lot of effort, gulped him down whole, and alive. She
finished the wash, and decided that swallowing alive was fun…
In her cubicle, Kristi had hung her victim from the shower. He screamed and
struggled, but was helpless. The young girl smiled, and turned off the shower.
Water dripped from her body, and she licked her lips. She knew what she was
going to do with him. And, probably, so did he.
Her lips closed around his legs, and her teeth crunched down. He screamed, but
she chewed and swallowed like it was a piece of chicken, no emotions shown for
what she had just done. Then the really cruel bit began.
Her mouth locked tight around his waist, and she began to suck. Blood flowing
out of what was left of his legs poured down Kristi's throat, more and more with
every suck. He began to struggle weaker, and his body went pale. She was sucking
his blood. The pain was unbearable, but he could not escape.
She drained the last few drops and moved back. A small, white, shrivelled body
hung from the rope, and she ate it in a single bite. She stepped out, and began
to dry herself, before changing into her new clothes.
the girls decided on schoolgirl uniforms for the last part of the 'game'. New,
clean, and revealing ones. Kristi left her blouse undone, and Becki did the
same. The other girls had theirs undone anyway.
"OK… meet back at the torture room. Just little snacks left now, so we shouldn't
be long unless they are well hidden. Let's go!" Stacey led the way out, and they
split off into their on directions…