CAPITAL PUNISHMENT

by Max Howard

August 21,2165 — Manhattan

The musty old courtroom was so silent one could hear its ancient timbers creak
and the heavy breathing of the more than 300 souls who had crammed themsevlves
into this humid oven of a place. Only two of them were male, and these stalwarts,
dressed in their finest ceremonial uniforms, stood trembling, with their backs
to the massive female audience. Facing an equally all-feminine jury and judge,
they grimaced as the moments ticked by until the jurors finally nodded to the
judge.

"Ladies of the jury. Have you reached your verdict?"

"We have, your honor. We find General Howard Bonnard and General Matthew
Dann guilty on all counts of war crimes against the Women's World Republic,
including 11 instances of genocide. We recommend the death penalty for these
crimes, not only as fitting retribution inflicted against the World All-Male
Expeditionary Force but as an appropriate symbol of our triumph over mates
throughout the globe. With these two leaders paying the ultimate tribute, and
with a11 other males now captive and subservient to our invincible forces,
we shall now show at last how female supremacy can bring a permanent peace
and lasting justice to this planet."

The entire throng of spectators, most of them garbed in uniforms of the Women's
World Republic Army, burst into loud applause and excited chatter. After a
few moments, Judge Nora Simmons banged her gavel and brought the room to order.

"The defendants will approach the bench." Each gripped by two Amazon female
sargeants, the two generals were ushered to a spot below the bench.

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

before sentencing?"

The two stoic soldiers stood silent.

"If not, then it is my judgment to inform both of you that you are hereby
sentenced to fleath, by execution to be carried out on Saturday evening
August 30 at 8 pm in the center ring at Madison Square Garden, by means of
our standard reduction injection, followed by methodology at the discretion
of your executioners."

Once again, the audience burst into cheers bordering upon hysteria. All of the
women, old and young, knew the full meaning of reduction injection -- the most
degrading of all executions -- which instantly reduces the condemned victim to
the size of a human thumb, permitting the executioner to then put the victim to
death through a wide and fascinating variety of methods. The audience was buzzing
with a span of possibilities as Judge Simmons once again called for order.

"Will Generals Deborah Prentice and Kathleen Conway please rise and step forward
to approach the bench."

Once again an excited cry went up from the crowd. These two were among the most
awesome heroes of the Women's Army, as well as being two of the most incredibly
beautiful of any in the officer corps. Everyone knew what the judge^s words aeant.

"General Prentice, I hereby appoint you an official executioner of General
Bonnard. Do you accept the assignment?"

"With great pleasure, your honor" said Debbie Prentice, her sparkling blue eyes
staring holes through the general.

"And by what method have you chosen to perform the execution, general?" asked
the judge.

"My first choice, your honor" she stated, staring at her prey," is to slowly
crush the general to death beneath my foot."

Howard Bonnard's face was contorted in horror and humiliation. What an incredible
way to go¹. That bitch; The audience was spellbound, then delirious.

"Done," said the judge. " General Hoard Bonnard, on the executiion evening,
you shall receive a reduction injection, be placed upon your back on a platform
in center ring, Madison Square Garden, and be crushed to death beneath the
foot of General Deborah Prentice. And now. General Kathleen Conway, I heereby
appoint you official executioner of General Matthew Dann. Do you accept the
assignment?"

"I do, your honor," Kathy Conway said at the top of her lungs. "I shall relish it."
"And by what method have you chosen. General?"

"Your honor, my first choice would be to cook the general alive," she stated
calmly, peering sweetly at Matt Dann as he shook in terror at the news, " and
then...eat him."

As Kathy grinned and watched her victim virtually melt before her eyes, as his
two guards propped him up to a standing position, the audience went insane.
Cooked alive?  What a thought;  What an exciting, fabulous thought; And then...
eat him? Eat him? Fantastic? Yes Fantastic; The idea; Yes; The ultimate triumph
of female over male...total consumption; The crowd could not be contained. The
cheers and screams went on for an eternity, as the women poured out of the
hot courtroom not really knowing if the rivers of perspiration were from the
steamy room or the visions of bizarre vindication conjured up by the two
sentences. The next week and a half would be excruciating, awaiting the final
event;

And perhaps most excruciating of all was the feeling of excitement within
Debbie and Kathy during those endless days as they pondered their big moment
of retribution in the Garden, and the feeling of total horror within the two
condemned males as they contemplated the unbelievably gruesome fate that awaited
each of them.

While the days seemed like eons to both women and both men, they evaporated
steadily until that fateful Saturday evening was at hand. Speculation had been
rampant among the entire female society and tickets to the execution proceeedings
had been bid and bid up to astronomic prices. Many women --especially those
that had served under one of the two Women generals or had suffered in battle
against one of the two Male generals-- travelled from all points of the globe to
witness this event.

Madison Square Garden was literally packed to the rafters. In every section,
there loomed a huge screen that would give spectators live closed-circuit TV
images of the events taking place in the ring, on an ultra close-up basis,
as was always necessary during reduction injection style executions.

The sounds of excitement filling the great chamber reached fever pitch as
the executioners and victims entered in a processional led by Judge Simmons,
and soon virtually everyone was on her feet screaming. The Republic had never
seen an execution quite like this one. The tension was almost unbearable.

The five entered the ring along with several female assistants. A large 6 by 6 foot
marble platform was placed in the center of the ring. The attendants ceremoniously
rolled up the sleeves of the male generals' uniforms and, as a drum roll sounded,
plunged a needle into the arm of each. The room burst into cheers, and the
noise level continued as the two men rapidly withered. As the reduction continued,
the attendeants removed each article of clothing, until finally the men were
stark naked before their captors, and continuing to shrivvel. Within minutes,
to the hysterical cheers of the crowd, they had diminished to thumb size. While
both of the men had a powerful urge to panic and run, they stood their ground
with all the pride they could muster, trembling with cold fear and utter
humiliation.

With another drum roll, an attendant grasped Howard Bonnard, lifted him and
slowly carried him to the marble platform, placing his nude body face up in the

exact center, and then gently taping down his tiny arms and legs to •immobilize
him. Petrified with terror, he gazed up at the blazing white lights far above him,
then craned his neck around to see General Deborah Prentice, shapely and statuesque
in full battle gear, slowly begin to walk toward him in measured steps. An evil
smile crossed her lips.

She stood over him, savoring each second as she watched the tiny shaking body
beneath her.

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

microphone, with her gaze trained on the victim below. Very slowly, she raised
a highly polished combat boot and gradually brought the rough sole down upon
him, while the cameras captured every nuance of the event, conveying to the rapt
crowd the quivvering little body and giant sole descending. As Debbie's boot
sole barely touched the victim and the screams of the audience far drowned out
the trity screams of her captive general, Debbie suddenly stopped the motion.
Stepping back, she viewed her prey, paused a moment longer, then grinned, reached
down and slowly began to unlace her boot. Then she removed one, then the other.
Amid cheers from the fans, she stood there in stocking feet, peering down at her
cvictim, then stepped forward and once again raised a graceful foot. Slowly it
descended upon the concemned man, reached his body, and began applying actual
pressure upon his face, stomach and outstretched limbs. The cameras gave the
crowd every detail of his struggles until he^ disappeared beneath her stocking.

Suddenly, Debbie once again raised her foot, revealing a panicked but still intact
victim.

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

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

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

The crown went wild. "Yes; Yes; Bare feet: Bare feet: Bare feet:" the chant went
up throughout the hall. How appropriate: And what a she-devil:

Debbie stood over him, her hands on hips, pertly grinning at the enemy she was
about the crush like a bug beneath her bare foot. Fiendishly, she removed her
stockings, revealing two beautiful, slim, pink-nail pedicured bare feet. She cast
the stockings aside with a flourish and excitedly peered down at her prey again.

"Yes, general. I want to feel you die beneath me. As my bare foot crushes every
bone in your body, I want to feel your final struggles and know what you are
enduring in your last minutes on earth. And now...before you die...I want to
feel you beg forgiveness for your heinous crimes, beg forgiveness from a11
womankind, whose sisters you have so mercilessly plundered and murdered. Now...
here...as your last act of total humility...before this audience witnessing
you...I want you to kiss my foot. "

Debbie raised a dainty foot and let it descend again, pink toes wriggling
playfully, until they almost reached her victim's upturned face. The tip
of her big toe then slowly descended to his face and pressed down upon it.
Sick with fear, the general finally broke down in sobbing and pleading outburst,
and the TV cameras picked up every desperate motion of his mouth as he fervently
kissed the giant toe above him and babbled out pleas for mercy.

"Yes: Yes, general I" exclaimed Debbie with glee. "Kiss my big toe! Kiss it and
beg us for the mercy you know cannot be yours. Kiss my toe, general! Yes!
That's It. Mow..lick it; Lick my toe. Long, wet strokes, general. Yes....
now pay the same respect to my other toes, one by one. You may forestall your
death my many minutes; Yessssssss. That's it. Lick: Lick:"

The audience sat spellbound as the commanding officer of the World Male Forces
lay there petrified beneath the frail young girl --a giant above him-- as she
forced him to pay homage to each of her bare toes with his miniscule tongue,
and then forced him to slowly perform the same service upon her left foot. She
then forced him to worship the entire length of her feet, from toes to heel,
leaving his lips and tongue raw and bleeding. The crowd screamed with sheer
delight.

At last a countenance of pure evil swept across Debbie's pretty face. She sighed
a deep breath of pent up emotion, grinned at the helpless Boannard laying
there before her. He knew instantly that his time was up. He screamed in his
tiny voice, picked up marvelously by the floor mikes, and begged one last tiro
for his life. But he knew. And she knew he knew.

"This is your moment general. This is our moment. You are about to die under
my bare foot. Are you ready?"

She nodded and the drums begain to roll. One attendant took each of her delicate
hands to dteady her as she slowly raised a graceful bare foot for the last time.
Down it came, by inches, by centimeters. Howard Bonnard lay paralyzed as he saw
the immense, soft pink sole and wriggling toes descend. Centimeter by centimeter.
Now he could see each crease and crevice in the sole and could begin once again
becoming overpowered by its musky aroma. Soon the spotlights above were completely
obliterated, the darkness was coming upon him. Soon, the entire world was pink.
His vision beheld nothing but that relentless sole and wiggly toes above him.
Debbie's face had disappeared just after she blew him a goodbye kiss, a wink
and an evil smile. Now her foot was gracefully arching. The heel went up. The
giant ball and toes kept descentng. His body tensed. The TV cameras caught each
portion of his final sobs as the soft ball of her foot reached his chest and torso,
enveloping him. Then he watched in horror as, in a final indignity, Debbie's
big toe covered his face. The musky aroma of her bare foot bathed him it its
aura, dulling his senses as he steeled himself for the inevitable anguish of her
full weight. But the pressure came so gradually, so evenly, that he hardly felt
her downward motion. He knew what she must be thinking, how devlishly she was
applying just the slightest amount of weight. Slowly, the ball of her foot began
to move, a gradual rotation, like a high school girl crushing out a cigarette.
The ball applied more and more weight to his tiny fragile chest and limbs, slowly
twisting, grinding, squishing his helpless body. The pain began to build. Meanwhile,
Debbie casually lifted her big toe from his face for a moment, twisted her foot
so that his face protruded between her big toe and second toe, and suddenly he
could look up and see her elated, grinning face above him, savoring her final
moments of victory.

"Bye, general." she whispered.

She then proceeded to gradually slide her big toe back over his face and press
down firmly. The cameras recorded his final disappearance into the determined
pink flesh of her toe as she resumed the slow twisting motion of her slim ankle,
bearing down again on the ball and building up greater pressure than ever.

As the giant toe enveloped his face and the ball ground his body beneath its
mounting weight, Bonnard for the first time began to feel his ribs crack slightly,
then his nose. The pressure mounted. It was incredble, far more hideous than
he even imagined during those days in his cell, dreading his weekend fate. He
suddenly heard his tormentress scream into the microphone: "Oh my God; It's
fantastic! I'm actually hearing his bones begin to crack;"

Hertwisting, grinding ball became more relentless as Debbi'e, with supreme control,
applied a bit more weight upon her squashed victim as the minutes ticked by and
the drum rolls continued. Benaath her foot, as he heard her shrieks of joy and
felt his rib cage finally give way, Bonnard incredibly and spontaneously experienced
a monumental ejaculation. As it took place, Debbie could control herself no
longer and began to place her fullweight upon her twisting foot. She knew she had
to crush him to death now.

As Bonnard slowly died, he felt the total collapse of his chest and limbs from
the immense grinding pressure, while the skin of the toe bbove him crushed
steadily down upon his face and crunched his head like a grape.

As the crowd reached an unparalleled frenzy, Debbie stood erect with her hands
outstretched above her head, her bare foot still squishing the lifeless body
beneath it. She exulted in the rapture of the adulation. After a few delicious
moments, she spun around, left the crushed and splattered victim on the marble
behind her, and walked out of the ring to resounding applause.

Gradually the crowd grew hushed again as everyone began to realize that the
main event was at hand. Soon all that was audible was the cry of souvenier
saleswomen moving up and down the aisiis hawking xchocolate figurines of
the two male generals , female victory pennants and posters of the two herlone
executioners.

A single thought raced through everyone's mind. The audience, mostly women
who had taught so valiantly against the Male Forces foe and seen the gruesome
aftermath of the atrocities committed under direction of these two despised
generals, would now witness the second and most dramatic phase of this evening
of gala retribution. They would be privileged to see the mastermind of their
hated enemy stand naked in tiny formbefore them and be broiled alive and devoured
by one of the most beautiful and beloved generals of the entire Women's Forces.

General Matthew Dann stood there nude, shaking, in his little plexiglass cage,
perched upon a table before General Kathleen Conway in one corner of the
Garden center ring. He was especially chilled because she had had him meticulously
shaved that morning, shorn of every trace of body hair, and then had her chef
gently rub flavoed oils into his skin, prior to the reduction injection.

Kathy sat regally upon her special thronelike chair, staring at him through
the plexiglass, grinning, and licking her thin, pretty hds.

Then the drumrolls sounded again and the chefs appeared, bearing a small cast iron
charcoal brazier which they set upon a gleaming white pedestal upon the marble
in center ring. The audience burst into excited applause as it watched the chefs
light the charcoal, which flared for a few moments as the fluid burned off and
the embers began to glow.  Atop the brazier was a small spindle and crank, which
rotated a tiny spit. After a brief pause, the chefs stood at rapt attention while
the Chief Judge intoned over the stadium speaker system:  " General Matthew
Dann, you are hereby condemned to be put to death for your crimes against
world womanhood, and executed by being consumed by General Kathleen Conway."

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

rack and approached Dann. Suddenly the pert slim figure of Kathy Conway arose.
She was radiant, her soft brown hair shining, her brilliant green eyes twinkling,
and her wgite teeth sparkling. She was garbed for a barbeque: white tee shirt,
a white bib around her neck, blue jeans, and sneakers. Majestically, she raised
her hand, instructing the chefs to halt their proceedings. Reaching into the
cage, she grasped the thumb-sized general between her own thumb and foref linger
and raised him above her head, to the delight of the crowd. Then slowly she
loweded his helpless body to eye level, and spoke both to her captive and to
her vast audience throughout the stadium and on world-wide television.

"My sisters everywhere. My beloved sisters; It is my pleasure to announce to
you a major change of plan in this ritual. So great and so heinous are the crimes
of General Dann that even my initial choice of execution is too benevolent a manner
in which he should die. You have come to watch me consume the general, and consume
him I shall. But for him to perish first on the cookfire is to brief and
impersonal a death for him, and too impersonal an execution for me to conduct.
I want him to be there, with me, during the entire meal."

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

"Therefore, " Kathy continued,"it is my intention that the general shall not
be cooked."

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

Raw??? Raw??? She's going to eat him raw? Incredible; Her sisters sucked in their
breath and she continued.

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

The stadium burst into pandemonium. The thousands of women stared at each other
in disbelief. Eat him alive?  Kathy's going to eat him alive??  It was too incredible:

But then, as the full realization dawned upon them, they went virtually insane with
glee. The thought of what they were about to witness turned the entire evening
into a sensual orgy of vindictive lust.

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

this...will be our most fitting retribution. "

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

in his own psyche the horrendous image of ending his life on a spit, being
cooked to death for this fiendish female executioner. But this; This was
never even contemplated, never imagined; To be eaten alive?  Eaten alive by
this beautiful cannibal giantess bite by bite?  The impact was overwhelming.
He gazed helplessly into those giant green eyes before him, pleading silently
for mercy.

"And now General, before our triumphal feast begins, you shall have one
opportunity to beg forgiveness to the world's entire female population. This
shall be your one last act of contrition..."

Kathy stepped to center ring, set the tiny man upon the floor and regally strode
back to her throne, upon which she reclined.

"In total humility, in total humiliation, you shall perform this one final act,
general. Now...you shall begin crawling...crawl general...crawl to me and
kiss my foot. Beg the world's womankind for forgiveness for your sins. Crawl;"

Dann was almost delirious with fear. He tood there in his nakedness, watching
her as she began to lean back and stretch out on the throne impishly, grinning,
and extending her slim legs and sneakers. He began to crawl. ON hands and knees,
shivvering in terror, Dann crawled to his executioner, his eyes transfixed on
hers. As he did so, she slowly begain to wriggle her feet and kick off her sneakers,
revealing two exquisite, slim bare feet, toe-nails polished blood red. She wriggled
her toes playfully as he continued his crawl. Finally he was before her right
foot, on his knees. Slowly his tormentress began to tip up her foot and move it
toward him.

"Kiss it; Kiss it, general, and beg for the mercy that you never gave any of our
departed sisters: Yesssssss. Kiss the sole; Kisssss;  Now get that face of yours
between each of my toes; Yes, that's right. Pull them apart gently and lick: Lick;

Lick, general; Lick the toes of the giantess that is about to eat you. Pay final
homage to the avenging giantess who is about to secure the ultimate retribution
for all womankind, everywhere; Lick; "

Hysterical with terror now, Dann frantically reached up and pull apart each huge
toe , plunged his face desperately in between and licked. He sobbed uncontrollably,
begging for forgiveness, for mercy, for compassion. The audience, watching every
movement through the zoom lens of closed cirtuitry, continued its frenzied cheers.

Finally in one swift, harsh, elegant sweep of her foot, Kathy kdeked her victim
away, landing him sprawled on his back on the canvas. Arising in queenly fashion,
she stooped to grasp him. In a paiiic,, Dann arose to his feet and tried vainly
to dash away from her. With ease, she took one bound and swept him up in her hand.
Grandly, slowly, she walked with him into the spotlight focused on center ring.
Raising him high in the air she stood their triumphantly, her bare feet spread
apart. The drums began to roll.

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

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

feast is about to begin. I'm going to eat you now general. I'm going to eat you
alive. And bacaaae I purposely have fasted for a day and a half, I'm starving;

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

Dann struggled desperately and with total futility against the delicate feminine
fingers holding him tightly. Giggling, she drew higi closer to her mouth and
opened it to reveal those fabuldus white catlike teeth and a teasing pink tongue.

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

please, please;"

Despite the faintness of his tiny voice, his proximity to Kathy's lapel mike was
sufficient that the whole world of women heard his final pleas.

"Oh yes, my general," Kathy whispered excitedly. "That's exactly what I am going
to do. Get ready to die now between my teeth, bite by bite. In slow agony.
I want the full sensation general, as you squirm and scream inside my mouth,
dying by millimeters; This 1s It, general; Are you ready to be eaten????"

The audience was hushed once again and the only sound was the general's tiny sobs.
Kathy slowly began to lower his struggling body toward her upturned mouth until
her soft lips could grasp one outstretched arm. In a flash, she sucked it in
between her lips, bringing his terror-wracked face within an inch of hers. His
sobs and pleading grew ever more frantic. Then, gradually, he felt her front teeth
gently grop his shoulder. The pressure grew. She grinned, revealing to the zoom
TV camera lens the hapless sight of a struggling nude man whose right arm had
fully disappeared between two magnificent rows of perfect teeth. Kathy's jaws grew
taut and she bit down harder. Bright red blood spurted from Dann's shoulder,
sprinkling her teeth and lips. The teeth bit harder. Dann screamed in agony as he
felt the teeth go through flesh and then bone, and finally snap off the arm at
the shoulder entirely. Kathy had to shake her head a bit to finally snip off
the Umb.

"Oh my god.'" she exclaimed as she excitedly chewed and crunched his flesh and
bones. "Is this fantastic; Is he ever delicious; "

She held her prey aloft for all to see, blood gushing from the shoulder. Then,
with an evil grin, she was back for more, hungrily eying his squirming frame
and listening to his waiting cries. In a twinkle she brought him to her lips
and quickly sucked in his left arm, gripping between those relentless teeth
h^er prize, biting down gently, and peering into his little twisted face. Once
againm, she took her time, several minutes, savoring the moment, biting away
gradually, heightening the pressure, and finally snipping off the limb and
relishing the mouthfull.

The frenzy of the audience was at fever pitch, as it gazed upon the grisly,
erotic spectacle in awe. New cheers went up as the young heroine skillfully
sucked in a dangling leg and began the slow relentless bite once again. Dann
was now in complete panic and agony as he watched a third limb lost between
those sultry lips.

"Yummmmmmmmmmmm;" murmured Kathy into her lapel mike as she slowly masticated
the limb. "It's incredible;"

Chewing slowly, Kathy watched her tiny victim with glee, occasionally bringing
his tortured body down close to her lapel mike so that the entire female world
could clearly hear his screams. Then, as he struggled vainly. Matt Dann gazed
in horror as his hungry goddess once again lowered him to her waiting lips
and sucked In his last limb, snipping it off smartly with a loud crunch.

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

"And now, before the grand finale...here comes the most symbolic morsel of all;

Are you ready general? Ready to lose your manhood? Your precious manhood? Watch,
my sisters;"

With an evil grin, Kathy drew the squirming, screaming little quadraplegic
man toward her gaping mouth, his blood spurting freely from the four stumps,
showering her white bib and chin. Incredibly, Dann's organ was extremely erect.
Stupefied by the thought of what was coming next, he begged her in tiny squeals
for mercy. His tormentress gave him none. Down she drew him while the camera
lens zoomed in to witness this remarkable scene of emasculation. When he arrived

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

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

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

bit down, gradually, with precision and delicacy. His shrieks resounded into

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

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

TV monitors, presenting every detail of the grisly scene.

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

the little organ. She closed her eyes and savored the morsel.

When she opened her glistening eyes again they were filled with a look of pure,
majestic evil that even Matt Dann had never observed. It was a countenance of
satisfaction mixed with lustful anticipation and supreme triumph.

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

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

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

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

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

Matt;; This last mouthful shall be my greatest joy;  Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm;"

With that, her bright red fingernails pincered his wriggling torso and dangled
1t high above her waiting mouth. With grace and flourish, she slowly, tantalizingly
lowered him toward her mouth, his final screams rendering a continuing wail.
Desperately he squirmed as he watched that insidious tongue roll out and begin to
draw him inside. In sheer terror he felt the wetness against his nude, bloody
torso as it slowly slid down the tongue and into the cavern. He had one last
glimpse of the hysterical audience and his goddess's devlish eyes as his head
finally followed his torso past the lips and into the wet darkness. The lips
snapped shut and the blackness drowned him. Gradually, he felt that merciless
tongue begin to shift him. It rolled his searing body around, over and over,
between the incisors, then back upon the lower molars, then forward again, rolling,
rolling him, back and forth, side to side. It was incredible; There he was.