Genocide of the planets
About a year after my beloved Earth was lain waste by the Xenon and the 
population transported like cattle to the planet Quillum, I and millions like me 
have been in transit for months aboard a giant spacecraft for a lunch date we 
all wish we could postpone and forget. We are all prisoners of the Xenon, 
mechanical fiends who capture entire planets to provide food for their 
mistresses, the Femquims. The Femquims are a race of females, human in 
appearance but a thousand times bigger and whose diet it seems consists of live 
flesh and enjoyed like prawns. The spacecraft is being unloaded of its human 
cargo and I have been waiting my turn for months to disembark from this 
hell-hole. There must be fifty million souls aboard this ship. The Femquims 
supervise the unloading of the human cargo; they sort us out into age, size and 
sex. The spaceship, which to them is the size of a car is the size of a huge 
oil-tanker to its prisoners. Four spaceships are unloaded at a time with one 
female supervising the unloading of each craft. They are young, blonde and 
tanned with bodies like athletes. Wearing skin-tight black material one-piece 
suits like those worn in Bay Watch, finished off with a pair of sheer soft black 
material gloves and black knee-length platform- soled boots, they perform the 
task of unloading us with cruel distain. The worst time to be unloaded is at 
lunch-time because the young, beautiful girls select handfuls of humans from the 
unloading ramp and devour them like sweets. I've seen people fall from their 
grasp only to be crushed like bugs under boots rather than waste any time 
retrieving the fleeing snacks. Some of the girls try to eat as many as they can 
in one go. I saw an assortment of about twenty humans disappear into one young, 
wet, sticky mouth, and she chewed on her human meal quite unconcerned by the 
screaming, she continued her work, and casually chatted to her colleagues 
occasionally selecting additions from the descending prisoners making their exit 
from the craft, slipping them between her soft red lips as room became available 
in her mouth of hell. I watched in horror as one girl bit off the arms, then the 
legs and then nipped off his head. She played with it awhile before sending it 
rolling down her gullet. Old men and woman are separated and disposed of 
immediately; they are chosen and plucked as they emerge from the craft. After 
selection by the cruel fingers of their giant mistresses they are dispatched 
with a single pinch to the head and neck and their lifeless bodies dropped into 
a waiting bucket without even a second glance. The bucket is checked over in 
case anyone survives their execution; if still alive they are re-executed 
immediately and without mercy. The bucket is taken away to be processed into 
things like lipsticks and pet food. The Femquim females eat their prey alive so 
as soon as you're unloaded you can expect to be processed that day and available 
for sale in the shops immediately. This is my last transmission on my makeshift 
radio to anyone who is listening as I am just going down the ramp of death, and 
it's nearly break time. O, God, she's such a pretty girl but so ruthless. She's 
just taken in her fingers a batch of my group. O, my God, they're going up to 
her mouth. They're screaming, struggling. She does not care. Her pretty mouth 
opens wide, her tongue is lolling out, now it's flattening out. O, my, there 
they go! Her lips are closed, her cheeks are bulging and her jaw is moving. I 
can only surmise what those poor devils are going through as those teeth of hers 
start their crunching and chewing. There, she's finished masticating those 
twenty or more souls. She's just swallowed. Her bloodied tongue flicks out to 
lick her equally bloodied lips, and now looking in my direction.....
O, no, she's coming for me! That look in her eyes - no emotion at all....Ahhhhhhh!!!!
Epilogue: One can only surmise the last moments of that despairing individual as 
he is lifted to the rosy full lips of that Femquim girl...the terror he must 
have felt as that girlish mouth opens to receive him. Had he been dismembered 
first before being popped into her ravenous mouth or was he leisurely sucked 
until his skin had all been peeled off by her rasping tongue then mashed by her 
teeth and swallowed all pulped down to her young stomach to join the many souls 
being digested?