The Gourmand Discovery

Banfield: The introduction...

Take heed the squeamish, faint-hearted and those who only want "happy-clappy"

fairy-tale endings!

It had been 4 years now since the "Discovery of the Century" and it had made Athena de Fortesque incredibly wealthy and deeply respected by her peers. The State Research scientist, Athena, enjoys her position to the full, and at the age of 39, her experiments on the male gender is a satisfying profession, and of great benefit to the State.

Athena had been conducting genetic experiments with cell reduction of male embryos for some years. She discovered how to grow males in artificial laboratory 'wombs' into which the doctored and fertilised eggs were placed. Perfectly normal but...miniaturised men were created in a range of sizes - from about 4 inches high to around 12 inches.

Their growth was comparitively very quick, taking about six months to fully mature and reach adulthood, appearing roughly as miniature 20-year olds. However, their natural life-span is only about 2 to 3 years.

Due to their short longevity and their diminutive sizes, the State Council classifies these new creations in the 'rodent' category since rats and mice grow at similar rates.

Initially, they had been a little doubtful as to what function these creatures could be used for and, indeed, what kind of employment for the community. To begin with, they were used for such tasks as drain cleaning and for searching and destroying rats' nests and the like. A large number of manikins, sadly, were killed themselves by the rats, and other accidents. They were quickly replaced by the laboratories which had, by then, streamlined the production-line. Soon it was realised, a dramatic increase in the number of replacements was needed by the State.



Investigating into the matter further, Athena de Fortesque made an alarming discovery... Many of these manikins were being taken by the females for all manner of personal uses... generally for entertainment and sexual pleasure.

It had become quite fashionable for wealthy ladies to own 'fighting pets'. They would arrange parties and have their 'pets' duel with one another in small handcrafted arenas. The losers of such bouts, if not already killed in the process, would be 'put down', mainly because they had caused the owner to lose vast sums of money that had been wagered. Also, injuries sustained might prevent the creatures from any further use.



The methods of putting down the vanquished combatant varied in the most bizarre manner. Depending on the size of the little fellow, he would be stuffed headfirst into the irate lady private parts until he expired, torn to pieces in frustrated wrath, or even have his head bitten off.

Others had disappeared to satisfy the eager curiosity of females who likes to perform their own experiments on those intriguing marvels of science. As a consequence, many die horribly in the hands of young girls who would be so fascinated by the new 'toys' which could be found in a variety of places - their older sisters' or mothers' bedrooms, or the bathrooms, or even out in the streets and gardens where the desperate creatures had attempted to escape the cruel clutches of their owners.

The girls, usually in their early teens, would amuse themselves for hours at the expense of their unfortunate little victims, and torment them in many divers ways, and in their young, inquisitive minds, find out how they work and perform - especially in the privacy of their bedrooms. The 'games' were often quite hilarious, the girls delighting in their 'toy's' squeals of anguish as the perpetrators tests their victims' endurance, seeing how he could survive after having their arms and legs ripped off, or just his genitals - just as children do to flies and spiders.

Sometimes, a girl would find two specimens together. This find would provide her with extra amusement...one of which is a swimming competition. With this 'water-sport' the girl would provide the water and use either a deep, oblong cooking-dish, a handbasin or her personal chamber-pot as the impromptu swimming-pool. Just as her older sisters, the excited girl would remove the winner for further games and watch intently as the loser drowns in the water which she, from herself, had provided. Perhaps, if so inclined or piqued at the poor performance by both competitors, she would squat over the receptacle and drown them both in her warm, acidic urine.



The rate at which these manikins disappeared became so alarming that the Council requested Athena to produce enough for general demand. As she was the only person who knew how to create them she demanded in turn, and received, a generous grant whereby she could produce and market them worldwide - for the lion's share of profits.

She thereby and henceforth became terribly rich and famous, supplying Heads of States, the Royalty and powerful rulers throughout the globe.



And so it came to be. Mini-men in droves were produced in varying sizes to suit and cater for women of different tastes - and they were not cheap. Rich, beautiful women of all walks in life from mothers, business women, film-stars, models and medical professions would take their precocious daughters, nieces and younger sisters to the top shops where, instead of buying simple toys of yesteryear, would splash out on various mini-men. The prices differed on the sizes, colours and condition of the living-dolls. To prevent the lower classes from stealing the working manikins from the State, they were branded with special markings on their backs and fronts. It was an offence to possess a manikin without a receipt or authorisation. However, this did not prevent callous women who came across those 'workers' and finding it amusing to step on them and cruch tjem underfoot as if they were mere beetles. Also, if they were unseen, they would pick them up and take them to the nearest public conveniences, drop them into the lavatory-bowl, relieve themselves on the wretched, struggling creature and then heart- lessly flush them away with their effluence.

On the whole, however, the branding was effective and most females, because of the increased productivity, were able to purchase at least one at a time to do with as they pleased.

Part Two



The Duchess Lauren, immensely affluent, exceedingly beautiful, arrogant, indolent and yet highly intelligent, gazed at the single mini-man enclosed in a gold cage standing on her Regency dressing-table. She smiled with innovative thoughts then murmured in a soft but menacing tone: 'You small, exquisite creature. You do amuse me.... so fascinating yet so easily expendable. Isn't it simply delightful that Athena can provide me with as many as I please...to sport with and discard as I wish.' She paused gazing at the trembling manikin with a dreamy _expression... 'and that is not all...' She slowly ran the moist tip of her tongue over her full, red lips and smiled broadly to reveal her well-cared for lovely white teeth. She gave out a deep sigh and opened the door of the cage.

'Out!' she snapped. The little man, almost 12 inches high and naked but for the close- fitting pouch encompassing his genitals, emerged. He trembled again as he stared up at the beautiful, elegant giantess. She selected an expensive cigarette from an onyx box, fitted it into a short, ivory holder and lit it with a bejewelled lighter, all the while gazing at the shivering doll-like man. She noticed his eyes widen momentarily as she drew on the cigarette, and the tip glowed fiery-red.

She purposely blew the smoke at him and sneeringly asked: 'What's the matter with you...you don't mind if I smoke, do you?' She leaned a little closer and took another draw from her cigarette, the glowing end only some few inches from him. He flinched, transfixed with terror, knowing what was to come. As she blew more smoke over him through her sensuous lips she held the cigarette in its holder above him and tapped the hot ash off. The manikin flinched as the ash fell on him, shocked by the heat. The duchess reached out and picked him up from the small table-top squeezing him in her elegant hand. 'I could crush you to death so easily,' she taunted, 'but I won't, not yet.' She grinned maliciously, revealing again her startling sharp teeth, and took another intake from the cigarette through its ornate holder. She brought the man close and blew the exhaled smoke directly into his grimacing features, fascinated by the look of terror on his face; then she moved the red-hot tip close to his naked body. She grinned cruelly and thrilled to feel the creature struggle to escape the burning end. Her evil interest and excitement grew as the tip moved nearer to him. She had to grip him much tighter as his frantic struggles increased. The man began to scream as the intense heat started to seer his skin. She revelled in the sensations tingling in her groin.

Taking another draw on the holder, she tapped it with her finely manicured fingernail and watched the burning ash cascade upon his head creating tiny spirals of smoke and very faint sizzling of the hair. Her hedonistic, sadistic pleasure soared when she deliberately touched him several times with the fiery brand thus causing him to squeal and thrash in her powerful grip. She began uttering grunts of sensuousness as her silk- covered quim emitted droplets of pre-coital fluid which became absorbed in the cotton- reinforced gusset of her silk knickers.

Suddenly, she released her grip and dropped the squirming manikin to the surface of the table. With a sweep of her hand she sent him tumbling off the edge and down onto the thick-piled carpet. She arose from her cushioned chair and stood astride him.

With hardly a care she wondered whether he had survived the long fall. She continued smoking her cigarette and prodded the body with the toe of her high-heeled shoe. He groaned and moved at her touch. 'Good,' she muttered, 'You're still alive. I have not finished with you yet.'

She looked down at him and deftly turned him onto his back with her foot. 'Look up at me,' she ordered.

As he gazed upwards she put her free hand to the crotch of her skimpy knickers. He still watched out of fear as she caressed the swollen pouch between her thighs, and then saw one finger insert itself under the narrow gusset. He watched spellbound as the digit moved about under the silky material, then he gave a gulp as the moving impression suddenly sank. He knew where the digit had gone.

As she plied her finger into the slimy depths of her vulva she positioned the sole of her shoe over the supine figure leaving his head exposed. Little by little she exerted more pressure, trapping him like a large insect. Her lovely but cruel ice-blue eyes widened as she bore her foot down. He stared up her shapely but deadly leg, his eyes beginning to bulge. His gasps and groans turned to stifled screams. With an intense sense of power she continued crushing him beneath her foot. The crunching bones elicited exquisite sensations in her loins and nipples. Her clitoris reared from its hood and pressed against the fabric of her knickers like a male's erection. Her cigarette lay unattended, smoking itself out on the ornate ashtray. She tensed her leg muscles for the final crushing but then decided some other whim. She bent down and picked up the inert manikin. He was still breathing but she saw signs of blood caused by her foot crushing his chest. She quickly went to her massive, four-poster bed. With an exaggerated sigh she fell onto the soft quilt and whipped off her dampened knickers. Spreading her legs out wide, she guided his head to the feminine core and plunged it into the fleshy, slimy entrance of her vagina. The hungry labia closed around his neck. She held him with both hands giving the impression that she possessed a gigantic male penis. Bit by bit, she urged him deeper, and as she manipulated him, jerking him in quick motions, killing him, she dreamed of further exploits with the dozen or so remaining 'pets' in her possession...all awaiting their bizarre, frightful fate.



Part 3



The mini-man ran for his life across the cold stone floor as the whip cracked loudly above his head. The young woman's large breasts heaving with excitement and heavy breathing, almost burst from the confines of her half-open blouse. She stepped forward swiftly and cracked her whip again at the terrified victim. It missed but was much closer. As the wretched little fellow avoided the streaking leather tip the sensuous and cruel friend lounging indolently in a chair commented critically: 'I thought that you would have caught him by now.' The female holding the whip turned to her friend, a stunning blonde Swede. 'Don't worry, I'm just teasing him. I can hit him whenever I like!'

The very attractive blonde, dressed similarly as her friend and with a shockingly short skirt that only just covered her buttocks, replied tauntingly: 'Prove it, then.' The former, a brunette, gave her a dazzling smile. 'Okay, watch this.' She brought her arm back and sent the snaking lash hurtling towards its defenseless target. The thing plaited leather entwined itself around the six-inch manikin with vicious force and threw him across the floor. It whipped back and returned in a split second later to tear into his naked body. Three more strokes ripped into him with deadly accuracy before the brunette recoiled the bloodied lash.

'Oh, well done!' enthused the blonde, her blue eyes alight with impressed fervour. The brunette gave a tinkling laugh. 'Yes, it's so easy to catch them like this, in a confined space, but it's more difficult out of doors. Much more fun, though, jolly thrilling,' and she placed her free hand to the apex of her thighs suggestively. 'It's going to be really jolly sport this afternoon.'



It certainly is...for the women. Mini-men hunting is now one of the most favourite pastimes. Usually, about a hundred of the tallest manikins are herded into a twelve-acre field bare of shrubs and with short grass giving the prey no place to hide or escape. The method is quite simple. Once released into the field the mini-men are given a few moments to plan their moves, and then, the women and girls, all attired in hunting-gear - some in white, skin-tight jodphers or breeches, and black leather riding-boots equipped with spurs, would mount their steeds and ride out to hunt down the desperate creatures and fell them with their long whips. It gives the prey a sporting chance. Many, however, meet their death beneath the trampling hoofs; but that cannot be helped...it's all part of the sport, and huge fun for the huntswomen.

The brunette stepped over to where the litle man lay on the floor, her high-heels clicked ominously on the stone floor. She towered over the stricken creature like a Colossus. She regarded him unemotionally as he lay on his face, his torso shewing the angry weals in red. She placed her right heel-tip into the small of his back and pressed down until she felt the giving and cracking of his spine. The man howled with the pain.

'Finish him off,' the blonde Swede suggested, having stepped up close to her friend.

The dark-haired girl took her heel off his back and, using her toe, turned the body over. The manikin stared up at them, his eyes drinking in the awesome sight of the two huge beauties, their long shapely legs soaring up to their magnificent thighs, and further, be- neath their skirts, the view of their silk-covered crotches, each mound distinctly seen from his far down view-point.

The heavenly sight was short-lived. The brunette placed her foot onto his torso, the stiletto point of the heel centred on his abdomen. She pressed down tensing her muscles and grinning sadistically. He gave a shriek as his body was pierced. Blood bubbled at the point of insertion.

'Ah, what a mess!' exclaimed the blonde with a fiendish smile playing at her generous lips. The brunette lifted her foot, the slender heel stained red. 'Would you like it?' she asked. The Swedish beauty looked down at the lifeless corpse: 'Okay, I'll have it tonight for my supper...but I much prefer them alive...like oysters, you know, only much more thrilling...to feel them struggling like mad, to hear their pleas, begging for mercy. I like licking their tears as well as their tiny piks and balls. Then their pitiful cries as I pop them into my mouth and start chewing them...Mmmmm.'

The brunette smiled and picked up the corpse between her finger and thumb. 'Have you ever seen them as they emerge from your bottom, darling, I mean the ones that are swallowed whole?'

'Oh, yes!' replied the Swede, 'Just perfect skeletons, no flesh at all. All bones. I like to keep them. I have many, and they are all strung on a piece of silk ribbon over my dressing-table. Of course I wash them thoroughly...they are so...you know...dirty.'

Both girls laughed gaily as they left the room. The conversation continued as they went: 'I get a super sensation as it oozes out of my bottom,' announced the brunette, 'The hard, knobbly bones can actually be felt even up in my rectum as it comes down, and then it's terrific as it squeezes out of my arsehole. I try and make it last as long as I can, and I sometimes actually get a climax. Do you?'

'Mmmm...yes, many times. It excites me like that, sometimes two or three, one after the other!' replied the statuesque blonde, 'And then I think how those creatures have travelled all through my body, from my stomach to the bowel...all mixed up in my ****. Ah, if only they could live through all that!' They both giggled at the notion.

'Isn't it just heavenly to know that those wretched little men...I mean, their flesh...is all distributed to every single part of our bodies?' murmured the brunette dreamily.

'Yes,' agreed the Swede, 'It is heavenly, but darling, they're so small, really. There is not so much meat on them. Now if we had a much bigger man...not full-size but, you know, three foot perhaps...?'

The dark-haired girl looked hard at the Swedish girl and saw that she was quite serious. She pondered for a while as they strolled; then she spoke: 'I think one can order a man of any size, actually. In fact, I think we've still got one. He's about a metre tall, a sort of reject. I was going to sell him off. He's young, very healthy and muscular. Quite big down there...' She paused and then added: 'How would you like him, roasted or...?'



The shrunken man, used as a slave, was brought into the presence of his mistress and her closest friend. As a precautionary measure his hands were manacled with strong leather fetters. Like the much smaller mini-men he was naked but for the soft leather pouch containing his genitals, a thin strip of leather ran up behind leaving his buttocks exposed. He looked at the two ladies as they sprawled upon a luxurious sofa, each at either end. One with her legs crossed, the other with her right leg outstretched and the other leg tucked beneather the former. They were taking sips from ornate glass goblets filled with red wine.

'Do you know why you have been summoned before us?' asked the mistress while the stunning blonde Swede eyed him speculatively. He shook his head.

'You've been my body-slave for a year,' explained the brunette. 'I think it's time for your slavery to end.' The man's eyes lightened up. Although his duties had been light they were both exacting and utterly debasing...servicing his mistress in the most intimate manner and at her most intimate places - from her armpits down to her dainty toes...no orifice overlooked or attended to...and only by his slavish tongue.

The lady smiled. 'My friend, Ulrika, suggested a befitting finale and I must say I fully agree. It appeals to me.' The slave remained still but unable to avert his eyes from the magnificent figures - especially the blonde whom, as yet, he had not seen; but he felt a sense of fear. Something diabolical was sure to be disclosed to him. Slaves, mini-men, were so expendable nowadays. Why, even the youngsters are allowed to dispose of them when and how they wish...like worn-out toys. In those few seconds he reflected on his long year of service, his obligation to undergo the most demanding and distasteful duties ranging from the emaculate body-worship to the degrading act of being a human receptacle; and not only for his mistress. Her daughters and nieces, while visiting, also had access to his servility.

The suggestion of being freed from such adverse circumstances gladdened his heart, but that joy was abruptly cut short.

'As you see and obviously noted,' went on his mistress, 'we do possess rather attract- ive figures which we retain by plenty of sporting activities, both indoors and out; but these...' she said, standing up and loosening her blouse, '....must be kept in good shape with the correct diet.'

The slave gazed at the exposed breasts appreciatively. He was familiar with them, of course, but was still enamoured and awed by their projection, the marvellous upsweep of each orb giving them an appearance of sheer arrogance. However, what she had said about the "correct diet" gave him some misgivings. Then that blonde lady spoke:

'And these also!' He turned to her and saw her lift her skirt as she stretched out her long legs. He was caught by the sight like a rabbit transfixed by glaring headlamps. She had drawn her skirt right up to her hips. He trembled slightly and his manhood stirred within the confining pouch. He was still unsure exactly what those lovely ladies were intimating.

The blonde arose from the sofa and turned her back to him. She lifted her skirt high above her bottom. His gaze immediately became focussed to her captivating derriere, seeing how the fine material of her knickers sank deep into the bewitching crevice of her rounded cheeks. He was aware that these callous ladies, like all females today, were teasing him unmercifully, flaunting their bodies, sending out tempting promises and then, doubtless, turn and laugh cruelly at his distress.

'Do you understand, Englishman?' asked Ulrika, her lovely blue eyes dancing with evil merriment. He lowered his eyes signifying that he was mystified although he did have disconcerting thoughts but was afraid to speak.

'Then I shall explain,' said his mistress moving close to him and fixing his gaze with her dark, penetrating eyes. 'You know, of course, those manikins are, from time to time, used as table delicacies. They're full of nourishment and very nutricious; but...' and she gave a shrug of despair, '...there just isn't enough meat on them. I've eaten bowl-fulls but still feel empty.'

The slave now fully realised the horror of her words, and in a moment of terror he stepped back. 'No!'

'Oh, but yes!' emphasised the Swedish beauty as she stepped forward towards him. She placed her cool, soft hand on his shoulder, standing high above his three to four foot figure. She ran her hand over his chest and gently pinched his breast. 'You are a meaty creature.'

'Young and tender,' added the brunette moving behind him to stop him backing away. She felt his muscular back and looked over his head at her friend with a conspiratory grin.

'He'll make several dishes,' enthused the blonde, her covered breasts almost looming over him, 'Why, these will make a meal in themselves...' and she reached down to grasp his well-filled pouch. He gave a groan and stiffened, casting his eyes heavenward and seeing the Swede's thrusting breasts ominously in his sight. With the knowledge that countless mini-men had been eaten and swallowed by those two sirens, like prawns and oysters, he knew that, sooner or later, he himself will be augmenting those proud mamm- ae.

'You know,' said the blonde, gazing down at him, 'he makes me feel so hungry. I feel like eating him now, just as he is.' The little man stared up to her face to catch her licking her lips. She went on: 'I am sure he will taste as sweet as the mini-men.' She smiled down at him to reveal her startling fearsome teeth. He gave a sob as she crouched until her face reached his chest. Inside, his heart thumped madly. She put her lips to one of his breasts. The slave cringed in fear. He knew she could do what she wished - without remorse and with impunity. She glanced up mockingly and parted her lips baring her teeth. She made a play with her tongue before catching his flesh with the male nipple dead centre between her sharp teeth. The brunette behind him held him steady as her friend began to bite. He began to groan at first, his whole frame shivering. The blonde bit deeper. He tried to pull away but his mistress held him fast. He was much too small to fight against the towering lady. The blonde's teeth sank into the resilient flesh but not enough to break the skin. She then released her savage grip and lifted herself up to her full height. She laughed mockingly. 'No, slave, not yet, not like that. I am not a wild animal. I prefer my meat to be well cooked.'



The slave, trembling, watched them as they left the room. Ulrika stopped at the door and looked at him: 'You must have the pleasure of gazing at my body before you die on the spit.' She gave him a wicked smile and disappeared.

A short while later two maids came into the room where the slave was waiting. 'Come on, you,' said one roughly taking him by an arm. 'Where to?' he asked plaintively. 'To the kitchen, of course!' came the curt reply. Although the maids were young, they still towered above him, and with his hands bound, he was no match for them.

As the doomed slave entered the large kitchen he wondered how such graceful females could be so horribly wicked and cruel. He recalled once, as a child, reading old books that women were revealed as kind, considerate, affectionate and generally timid to- wards the male species. Suddenly there came a noise from the intercom. One of the pretty maids went to answer it. She listened and said 'Yes, marm, yes, marm, right away, marm.' She replaced the receiver and uttered a curse: 'Damn...damn...damn!'

'What is it?' asked the other, holding him firmly. 'They've changed their minds!' the former muttered through clenched teeth. 'That Lady Rebecca and her blonde bitch, that Swede, want to have him up there!' She looked at the dimunitive slave with open hostility

'But we'll have him after, and put him on the spit?' the other maid assured her.

'No!' growled the other, 'They're going to eat him alive!'



'Bring him over here,' requested the mistress indicating a spot between her outstretched legs, 'And wait outside.'

As soon as the frustrated maids had withdrawn the dark-haired lady looked into the small slave's eyes and addressed him: 'As you know, you were to be roasted on a spit and served up to my dear friend and me...' She gave the Swedish girl a loving glance, '...but I have changed my mind. Ulrika here has persuaded me otherwise. She really wants to taste your flesh and blood in its raw state, and I must say, I feel rather partial myself, and I'm sure you'll be more filling than handfuls of minute mini-men.'

The small man looked back at the brunette in abject horror. He knew that it was general practice for the tiny males to be devoured by women, mostly as hors d'oeuvres or late suppers before retiring, and even manikins which are bigger. That was not so bad. Once they were popped into a female's ravenous mouth, either her sharp teeth would crush them to a quick death within seconds, or a few minutes at most, or if the female swallowed the miniature male whole, then it would be little time once he reaches her gastric juices for him to perish in her belly. The agony of being digested cannot be imagined; but what one would have to suffer by being slowly eaten alive was too horrendous to contemplate - to feel every bite, and watch himself being deliciously masticated and sent down those slender necks...down those dark gullets....

'Come,' Rebecca gestured, 'I want you to kneel between my legs. There is a little ritual you must perform first.'

The slave, soon to be the ladies' meal, dutifully knelt, unable to take his eyes from her beautiful countenance. She began loosening her skirt.

She wore no brassiere, had no need to, but she did have a pair of miniscule, bikini-style knickers. 'Now, slave, it's quite simple. I want you to worship my tummy...just kiss it all over and use your tongue...don't forget my belly-button. Pay your most humble respects to it for, in a while, you'll be in residence.' She smiled sweetly as she spoke, her eyes sparkling. 'Then I want you to do the same with my friend's.' She pushed the elasticated waistband down to the very base of her abdomen and slumped back in the sofa in a somewhat unladylike posture, then closed her eyes languidly and gave a low sigh.

The dwarfish slave began his obeisance over the gently convexed, firm belly of his mistress. First with his lips and then his tongue which he furled and directed the tip to her navel. He covered every square inch, his senses reeling at the prospect that faced him. All was silent but for his short intakes of breath and the lady's soft sighs. Eventually, she pushed his head away. 'Now go to my Nordic lover,' she muttered, and gently stroked her wet abdomen.

The slave, still on his knees, moved to the blonde goddess who had already bared herself and spread her long legs apart. She regarded him carefully with her ice-blue eyes. The doomed slave noticed she was wearing a skimpy pair of knickers of the purest black silk, the gusset of which revealed her blonde pubic hair along each edge and at the top. Her belly was slightly flatter than Rebecca's, but what was plainly discernible was her navel which was a prominant nub.

Again, while he slaved with his oral ministrations he was fully conscious of his gastronomic fate, the knowledge that, by piecemeal he will be eaten and be inside each of these ladies' stomachs; and what consolation there was, that he'll be helping to retain and enhance those fabulous female figures - if what Rebecca had stated is fact.

He became aware that the blonde was talking to him: 'I did say I was not an animal. That I could not eat you alive; but although you are small, just a dwarf, you are handsome and have a fine physique. I feel so very hungry and sexy...' Every now and again she stopped to let out a sigh as he covered her belly with kisses and licked at the unusual nub of her navel. She continued her dialogue in a sensuous tone: 'I know I shall enjoy tearing your flesh apart with my teeth and eating it raw. It wil be so juicy with your rich, warm blood. Rebecca, your mistress, tells me that human flesh is so much better...especially from larger men like you. Tiny men are nice, but... well, they're so small, gone in a flash. You, English slave, will be more plentiful...' Another long drawn out sigh. She began caressing her firm breasts and tweaking each nipple to stimulate the hardness.

The slave pressed his lips to the firm texture of her stomach. He shuddered upon hearing a faint rumble as the wine she had drunk travelled its way to her bladder. Visions of being ingested and then also creating that digestive sound prior to being circulated throughout her body - as well as to the bowel and bladder.

The Swedish blonde gave a grunt and grasped his childlike head. In a quick motion he found his face crushed against her silk-covered pudenda. She jerked her hips in quick successive jerks rubbing the spongy mound over his features. As she jerked her gasps came faster and louder filling the room with her excited grunts. Then the signs of her attaining that dizzying climax became apparent. The gusset became wet from the inside, her whole frame stiffened and she threw her head back with a long, deep sigh.

For a few moments the blonde reposed in a hedonist daze. She then lifted her foot encased in a brocaded slipper and gave the small man a violent, cold-hearted shove knocking him backwards to the floor. 'My head is in a whirl,' she murmured, I have drunk too much wine; and now I need a piss.'

Rebecca smiled. 'Go ahead then, my darling, but don't bother going to the bathroom.' Ulrika got up from the sofa and stepped to the man still lying where he had fallen: 'You, there,' she said imperiously, 'take my knickers down...with your teeth.'

The exhausted slave struggled to his knees as the blonde lifted her skirt. She really did look magnificent, her statuesque figure resembling the fabulous Freyja (the Scandi- navian equivalent of Venus). His head came level to her loins, the perfect height for the service he was to perform. With the utmost care he took the waistband of the Swede's knickers and very gently, trying hard not to scrape his teeth against her soft, velvety skin, drew the garment down over her right hip, then shuffled around to draw the left side down. As the flimsy, delicate material moved downwards he was suddenly confronted by a generous mat of pubic hair that sprang out from its silky confines. Amidst the blonde swath he saw the reddish-brown, puffed lips of her vulva and felt the warmth exuding from its depths. Down and down went the intimate underwear until it reached her slipp-

ered feet. She lifted each foot to allow him to remove the knickers.

'Head back,' she demanded from high above, and positioned herself astride him. 'Now!' came the warning. Obediently and with much experience, the slave opened his mouth to accept and gulp down the fierce deluge. But still the blonde was not finished when the final drops fell from her labia. To his dismay she turned about to present her awesome behind to his servile gaze. A grunt was all that was required for him to pay obeisance to each of those glorious cheeks - perhaps such powerful gluteousness could far outstrip and eclipse the senses than a female's breasts?

The blonde only required him to revere her buttocks a short while. There was something in her devious mind that cried for the attention of a slave's tongue... She spread her legs out wider and leaned forward at the waist. Using both hands she pried apart her chubby cheeks to expose the crinkled hiatus. He needed no urging to perform the intimate service. He pressed his face into the fleshy crevice, extended his tongue and proceeded to falate the Swedish girl's anus. Soft grunts and moans came from her as he lapped and inserted his tongue into the tight, rubbery aperture. She relaxed the sphincter to allow deeper access, and as he probed she sighed with ecstasy.

'Rebecca, Rebecca, how many tiny creatures can you spare?' the blonde gasped.

'As many as you like,' replied the brunette, lounging on the sofa and idly sipping wine, 'How many would you like?'

'Aaaah...three, four, no, six. Aaaah...I love my arsehole being titillated. I feel this slave's tongue...it's...it's...Aaaah! But not long enough. I want it to go much deeper!'

Rebecca gave a tinkling laugh. 'Yes, my darling, I know how you feel. Yes, you may have some teeny-weenie men...but you must let me stick them up your lovely bum!'

'Oh, naturligvis!' the blonde exclaimed, 'But not until tonight, after we have eaten this slave!'

Rebecca happily agreed. 'Yes, that will be delightful, and I think I shall have the same pleasure myself. Now, my love, aren't you feeling just a little peckish?'

The blonde straightened up with a final sigh. 'I am very...as you say...peckish. I could eat this slave whole!' She rubbed her belly to emphasise her hunger. Rebecca clapped her hands to summon the maids. 'Bring the rubber sheet and spread it here,' she told the young girls. 'We have it already,' said one of them.

As the pretty maids spread the sheet upon the floor, the wretched slave watched in despair. When the rubber sheet was position as required, the maids then assisted the two inveterate lesbians to strip naked - an expediency necessary for the ghoulish repast.

'Now go,' ordered the mistress. I shall call you when I need you.' The maids curtsied and left, both of them seething inside at being denied the sexual delight of preparing a large-sized male for roasting.



'Now, you,' Rebecca addressed the very small slave, 'I want you to make your penis big. My dear friend, Ulrika, loves eating men's pricks, but only when thick and solid.'

Ulrika laughed. 'Darling, how did you know?'

'I've watched you, darling, while eating those tiny creatures, licking them there, and not biting until they've become nice and stiff! But I know they've been so awfully tiny. This one will be much nicer.' She ordered the slave to lie down on the sheet. As soon as he was ready she knelt beside him. 'Now, my fine slave, make it big.' She took his penis in her hand and began squeezing and rubbing it. He gazed with tearful eyes at the two beautiful females, focussing his attention on the blonde's belly and then up at her proud breasts to her sensuous mouth. Obedient to the last, he allowed his mistress the growth she demanded knowing resignedly that it would be his very last erection. Would she, he wondered with some forlorn hope, allow him to ejaculate? It would be at least some final pleasure, if only as a considerate thanks for his year's service.

For his dimunitive frame, his penis shewed an appreciative size...not as a fully-grown male but enough to delight the blonde who looked wide-eyed at the aroused column clenched in her lover's fist.

'Now!' grunted the blonde with the fervour of an eager predator. Rebecca moved aside to let the blonde at the object of her eagerness.

The slave, groaning quietly, felt the Swede's mouth close over his stem. He shuddered at the touch of her teeth at the base, thrilled with a mixture of terror and ecstasy as the female sucked, then uttered a screech when the sharp incisors did their deadly work.

Almost immediately the blonde's place was taken by Rebecca, and he felt the subse- quent anguish as his testicles were gathered into her mouth. A little sucking came first before the bitter, sharp pain of her teeth bit through the silky scrotum. Then he saw the brunette head jerk upwards leaving him bereft of his manhood.

Shortly after, having eaten and swallowed his genitals, the two maneaters began the main course. The room was filled with the shrieks of the victim and the sensual moans of the females exclaming their epicurean pleasure.



The feast went on until late that evening, the rubber sheet awash with blood and unwanted flesh. The ladies' naked bodies bespattered with blood, their stomachs already shewing their gluttonous orgy.

That night, highly sexed-up, the contented ladies lazily lavished loving kisses upon each other's lips, their tongues darting from mouth to mouth, their naked bodies intertwined. Rebecca reached out to the bedside table and dipped her hand into the bowl containing the writhing little creatures therein. One by one they were lifted out and introduced to the eagerly-awaiting bottom of the blonde Swede. The insertion was done as gently as possible so as not to cause harm or death. Four minute males found them- selves tightly cacooned in the blonde's rectum. As many again found their way in the rectum of the brunettes.

'Ah, my God, darling, can you feel them?' exclaimed one.

'It's exquisite! They're writhing and squirming! Poor little things, trying so hard to stay alive! Try squeezing yourself, feel how their struggles increase. Isn't it just wonderful?'

The two lovely ladies cavorted as only those of the Lesbos favour, their bodies wet with the sheen of sweat, their quims steadily leaking sexual emissions which mixed with joyous acclaim, flowing down to the adjacent entrance to join the seeping fluid oozing from the captive barrier entrapping the luckless mini-men within.



The epilogue:

The Lady Athena Fortesque's invention soon became known. The Japanese first exploited it, followed swiftly by the Chinese and then India. Because of the vast populations, thousands and thousands of males were available, as plentiful as prawns and suchlike delicacies. At any restaurants, cafes and school cafetarias, can be found bowls of squirming half-inch to two-inch males equipped with chopsticks and spoons for the more fastidious female diners to munch while they chatter and drink coffee or tea.



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Second Story - Women of the 3rd Millennium By Banfield
Author: Banfield (---.28.42.146.Dial1.Chicago1.Level3.net)
Date: 02-15-03 13:59

Women of the 3rd Millennium By Banfield

The introduction:



A remarkable change had occurred during the past millennium. Perhaps more sinister than remarkable.

Soon after the turn of the 21st Century, a worldwide nuclear conflict broke out involving all the major powers. The force of the nuclear explosions had destroyed countless humans and animals alike. They also caused some inexplicable peculiarity to the human metabolism and chromosomes. These defects created much smaller and feeble males, and yet did not affect the female. They were born perfectly normal and developed into startling creatures with no defects whatsoever - even the common disabili- ties prevalent in the previous millenniums. So there are two outstanding results caused by the nuclear fall-outs; and thirdly, all those countries responsible were, quite simply, raised by their own petard. It

did, however, cease all hostilities. No longer could the braying menfolk rattle sabres or flex their

muscles, nor indeed, be any further threat to worldwide peace. After all, who could possibly take

notice of heads of state ranting and raging at only six to twelve inches high?

Yet another phenomenon was that women who were able to become pregnant, actually gave birth to single females, whereas, in the case of males, the births were multiple - all tiny creatures and as many as fifteen in some instances. The male babies, being so numerous and minute, were always taken to special centres where they were put into individual glass containers and bred therein until they reached their normal age of puberty. Once at that stage, their semen was extracted and the fluid placed in refrigeration, later used for continual research and artificial insemination purposes.

In those early days, the unfortunate donors, having then become redundant, were sold to the superior females as pets and playthings. Of course, as a result of the multiple births, there came a glut of these novelties, so the staff of the centres, all female, had to dispose the large surplus. Many were thrown alive into the incinerators or cast down the lavatory pans and casually flushed away. That practice was stopped when it was discovered that those stunted males of between six to twelve inches were exceed- ingly nutricious and an excellent substitute for the various kinds of meat that had become so terribly scarce and even non-existent.

The number of those small males gradually became so numerous and plentiful and the females so casual by that plenteous supply, the devouring of them was accepted as normal, everyday food that was once eaten back in the previous centuries. It was not uncommon in countries like China to see a group of pretty girls sitting at a table in a crowded cafe with a bowl or two piled with tiny naked males squirming about like live prawns. The girls, laughing and chatting, chopsticks in hand, selecting a nice plump minikin and raising it to her open lips on the ends of their chopsticks and quite imperturbably nibble bits off or, as may be the case, depending on its size, pop the whole wriggling specimen into the mouth and cheerfully chew it up alive.

Many hundreds of those malformed males were, out of sympathy, cast out into the streets and fields of that locality to fend for themselves. Perhaps with the hope that they could join up and form a community. When this occurred there was usually a crowd of girls waiting, just as sea-gulls gathered about a fishing-boat of yesteryear, or vultures above a stricken beast in some desert.

Not only schoolgirls hunted those unfortunate midgets. Older females were very partial. Like their younger counterparts, such women took great sport with their finds.

A woman found a tiny male, age unknown. She hurriedly took him to where she lived. She kept him in a small cage, one of many women have in their houses or flats. She had to wait in this instance for her menstration to finish. She didn't mind how big he was, six or twelve inches, it made no difference for what she had in mind. One thing was certain, though, the small, doll-like creature knew he was in for an unpleasant ordeal.

As soon as she was ready, about a week after her period, she carefully inserted him into her vagina and told to masturbate and impregnate her. Promises were given, as always, that he would be spared if he obeyed her wishes, but seldom kept. This captured specimen satisfied his captress but instead of being released, was used vigorously as a dildo and then left in her vagina to slowly perish - either by choking, drowning, suffocation or very slowly dissolving in her fluids. To prevent him from escaping from his fleshy prison she donned a pair of tight-fitting knickers.

Many women desired to be impregnated in this manner. They seldom visited the National Sperm Clinics because of its sanitised surroundings and lack of sexual stimulation. Some women resort to using several males between their periods to ensure their pregnancies; and there are countless females of all ages and walks in life who put these creatures inside themselves only to provide sexual satisfact- ion. Orgies for that purpose are arranged for couples and any amount of females, and in many cases, it isn't only the vagina that receives those luckless little men on those occasions. It is recorded that count- less females from schoolgirls to those of much older years, obtain the most exquisite orgasms by simply thrusting a male inside and lying relaxed, feeling the desperate struggles like moths caught in a spider's web, and to hear the victim's frantic screams as the vaginal muscles squeeze and the fluids begin the dissolution. It's quite common knowledge that younger women use their tampons to ram the individual much deeper inside, oft times right into the uterus. Always so stimulating and immensely satisfying. The females learned, over the years, the certain controls they possessed... certain muscles that had never been recognised that could suction the body in, hold it or squeeze it at will. The same methods were discovered in the rectal orifice as well, and consequently used in unison with the other.

So these wretched, miniscule males had one or the other fate to endure by the female. Most certainly the case of turning the tide.



The story:



Two girls, both about 16, were out huntingon their own. Before, it was usually with a gang. Because of the insurmountable dominance that now prevailed, the mode of dress was at their liking. No longer were females restricted by manmade morals or afraid of being targeted by would-be rapists. There were now no longer men capable of such heinous crimes - apart from insolently peering up under skirts and refusing to obey the most intimate services.

The skirts and dresses are made up from as-yet unknown material and quite immodestly short by today's standards. The tops are similarly revealing - female breasts blatantly exposed depending on their self-support. It also became fashionable to wear loin-cloths after the ancient redskin mode, and without underwear...knickers and such unless, of course, the wearer is having her periods.

The two girls were very attractive and possessed marvellous breasts. Not overlarge but proudly firm. Again, no bras which would be superfluous.

The two beauties, for this they were, with splendid legs, their feet shod in ultra-modern running shoes, loved hunting the miniature males - especially white males. Anything else are ignored or stamped to death. It was such fun whenever such girls came across the foreign types, to slowly grind then under foot or heel, often starting at the feet and then on up until only the heads are left uncrushed. Girls find it hilarious to crunch the head and hear the crack as one would with a cob nut. The sound, the feel and the spurting of grey matter is such a thrill and amusement.

They crouched by some bushes near a Sperm Clinic. As soon as a number of exhausted specimens were thrown out they dashed forward to gather as many as they could, each carrying containers like cat baskets. It was really quite easy to catch those malformed little men, but some were able to escape by finding hiding places. Better an unknown fate than the certainty of fearful torture in the hands of those predators.

It was Leola who spotted the first prey. She crept up to him stealthily and gave him a vicious kick sending him flying through the air. He hit a wall, but before she could pick him up a feral cat sprang from nowhere, snatched him in her jaws and carried him away into some undergrowth. The girls and the other fugitives heard the wretched fellow's screams as the cat began to eat him.

'Better luck next time,' Vicky said with a grin. Leola gave a grunt and swore at the cat. They continued the hunt for the rest. It did not take long before another was spotted. He was kicked by Vicky who then ran to catch him. He was found to have broken his leg and was stunned. Vicky put him into her bag. The next manikin was kicked by Leola, but unfortunately she caught his head which was ripped from his body. Little spurts of blood flew into the air both from his torso and the little head itself.

'O damn, damn!' Vicky squealed and stamped furiously on the decapitated body sending more spurts of blood from under her shoe. The girls, not really adept at hunting small men, found that all had scattered, but, by luck, on their part, they found two young manikins. The unfortunates did not stand a chance to escape. They were fenced in by a brick wall, far too high to scale. They stared in terror as the two giantesses closed in, their long legs soaring up like colossal pillars, each pair fringed by their short skirts like pelmets. They ran in opposite directions but were easily picked up and thrust into an empty bag carried by Leola. The search went on, both girls in a feverish state like starving vultures. Three more were caught up making the total catch six, but some of them were badly injured due to the clumsy capture.

It was Leola's house they were taken to and, once inside, were put into a custom-made glass case that stood on the bedside table. The girls then went to the bathroom and took a shower together, their voices carrying to the captives' ears, as well as the girlish giggles. When they reappeared they were stark naked, their bodies all aglow with the pinkness of the hot shower, their faces alight with aroused excite- ment.

Heedless of the frightened eyes watching from the glass prison, they flopped onto the huge bed and began passionate love-making as decreed by the dictates of Sappho - their libidos aroused by the evening's success and the anticipation of the little prisoners' fate.



Lovingly they kissed, their tongues darting into each other's mouths, their hands caressing and fondling one another's breasts, thighs and haunches. Their young naked bodies twisted and turned, their firm legs intertwined. Leola then laid herself flat on her back with her knees bent and spread wide apart. Vicky recognised the significance of her girlfriend's pose and delightfully sprang upon her belly throwing one leg over Leola's head. For a while she gazed down at the juncture of Leola's thighs before lowering herself and dipping her head to the core of her lover's sex.

Girlish grunts, soft moans and gasps of pleasure arose as both girls lavished sensuous kisses on each other's throbbing vulvas and impassioned clits. All the six could do was watch and wait as the two pretty girls indulged themselves in the throes of lesbianism, seeing one girl's firm buttocks quite close and then the other as they changed about. The air was filled with their bodily aromas as they squirmed and jerked with heady delight and rapturous cries.

At long last the girls fell apart blissfully satiated, their bodies covered with a sheen of perspiration, their pubic hairs glistening with droplets of saliva and milky-white emissions. They dozed for a while as they descended from their euphoric ecstasy.



Leola was first to recover, her left hand placed over her pudenda with one finger gently massaging her swollen labia and tiny clitoris. She turned her head and reached out to the glass prison. She lifted the lid and selected one of the naked occupants. He was about six inches and one of the injured. He shouted as she lifted him up and carried him to her lips. She gazed at him dreamily and playfully pursed her lips. Holding him between finger and thumb about his upper torso she opened her mouth to reveal the sinister cavern with the double curved row of glistening teeth. She extended her tongue to just give him a touch then she laid her curly-haired head back on the pillow and slowly, agonizingly for him, lowered him down, gazing at him with those twinkling, mischievous eyes of hers. Lower and lower he went until two to three inches of him was inside her mouth, his bare feet began beating on her tongue. She giggled and closed her lips around his hips. He felt her tongue push aside his wriggling legs and reach for his genitals. Even with terror filling his heart his penis reacted to her tongue-tip as it played with it.

Skilfully and adroitly, Leola wriggled her tongue until the midget's penis became fully erect. She curled her tongue around it and around his thighs adding to the excitement by flicking her tongue up and over his tiny bottom. It did the trick. He gave out a sensuous gasp. As soon as the girl felt the first spurt she snapped her teeth. The look of ecstasy on his face suddenly turned to horror. A tiny scream penetrated the silence as he felt the girl's sharp teeth cutting into his waist and snapping through his lower spine. Down below, Leola's free hand worked busily as she commenced chewing on his legs, her fingers delved deep into her young vagina. Beside her, Vicky was blissfully masturbating. She heard the squeal and opened her eyes and watched idly the gruesome spectacle. She gave a low moan as her best friend snapped her teeth again to take the rest of his lower body.

Leola then lifted the remainder of the mini-man, blood spewing from his body as she happily masticated the lower half. She quickly swallowed and sent the upper half into her mouth up to his neck. A quick snap severed the head from from his body and her jaws began their deadly work.

By then, Vicky was jerking with the result of her orgasm. Leola gave moans of epicurean pleasure as she mashed up the upper half, the sounds of his bones being crunched distinctly audible.

The remaing five midgets watched aghast as their fellow prisoner disappeared from sight when Leola popped the head into her mouth and began sucking it like a boiled sweet, then there came an ominous crack as her teeth split the cranium.

'Mmm...darling, was that nice?' murmured Vicky.

'Mmm...delicious...there was a bit of a taste of bitterness, but only a little. Want one now?'

Vicky gave an assenting grunt: 'Wouldn't mind.'

Leola reached out creating a panic among the five disraught mini-men, all trying desperately to avoid being selected. Leola's fingers moved among them. She caught one who quickly slipped out of her grasp. The noise of their terror made her laugh. It was amusing, feeling their bodies rush from side to side in the glass prison. She then seized one, her finger and thumb gripping him fast. This one won't get away, she thought maliciously. He struggled furiously as he was lifted. His compatriots fell back with relief, it would be silly to try and save him lest they themselves get caught. However, they watched their fellow victim being hoisted up to his terrible fate. One or two of them screamed obscenities at the girls, adding curses, but it was all in vain and only amused the two ogresses the more.

Vicky waited expectantly, licking her lips in anticipation.

'Just a minute,' murmured Leola. She took the wriggling man downwards, he watched as he passed over her breasts, her belly and then found himself staring at the sprinkling of pubic hair at the base of her abdomen. Leola spread her legs and placed his head aganst her plump labia. She gripped him firmly and began rubbing his head up and down, then, with a thrust, pushed his head into her vulva.

She held him there for a number of minutes allowing him to breathe and soak in her emissions. She then removed him and proffered the head to Vicky. The girl made a noise, then exclaimed: 'It's all wet and sticky!' Leola smiled mischievously. 'It's from me, silly. Go on, taste it.' She pushed the head closer to Vicky's lips. The girl opened her mouth and closed her full lips over it. She moistened her mouth with saliva and began sucking the viscid fluid with relish, her eyes gazing at her girlfriend's. The wretched fellow suffered the agony of her mouth, her tongue and slimy substance until her felt the sharp edges of her incisors grip his neck. For those few moments left for him he stared in the darkness visualising the horror of the girl's throat, recalling the fate of his erstwhile companion. At once his body began jerking and his limbs thrashing wildly, but it was only for a brief moment. At Leola's urging, Vicky bit savagely. First his head and then portions of his body eventually slipped down that awesome well and took the long journey to her stomach to be broken up into minute particles and then be mixed with her gastric fluids and thereafter become absorbed into her young body.



Leola then stretched out her hand and there was a scramble to avoid being plucked out. Her delicate fingers felt the creatures darting about, those with broken limbs and unable to manoeuvre being almost trampled underfoot. She caught one and brought it out wriggling desperately and screaming for mercy.

She asked Vicky if she fancied another. Her friend said she would, so Vicky passed her the one she had in her fingers and dipped her hand again to pick the fourth victim. That one was simple. He was disabled and unable to move..

Together, the two young and pretty ogresses simultaneously held their frantic victims above their open mouths. One girl extended her tongue and waggled it teasingly. The mini-man stared down in terror as the glistening pink feeler reached out towards him touching his feet. He saw with trepidation the great gaping cavern, the curving tongue sweeping down like a red carpet leading to the ominous dark tunnel of the pharynx and thence to the gullet. She moistened her mouth and began lowering him down.

'Please!' he squealed, 'No, no, have some mercy! I don't want to die that way! Kill me first!'

She halted his downward drop for a moment and grinned. 'Go on, beg for mercy. I like hearing you cry. It makes me feel all funny. Would you like to go up my cunt instead, or maybe my bum? It'll take much longer like that, you know, but I'll still eat you. I don't care.' She then noticed his crooked leg: 'Ooooh...so you've got a broken leg! That's sad. Not much good for you really. Here, I'll help you...'

She took hold of the leg and quite callously ripped it away from his hip. With a big grin she popped it into her mouth and chewed it up. 'Mmm...that's nice. Oh dear, you've only got one leg now. That's not any use now, is it? Never mind...' She took the remaining leg and cruelly ripped it from him, his screams were shrill and he punched and pummelled her hand gripping him. A frown came over her pretty face. 'Hmm...I 'spect you'd love to be big and beat me up, wouldn't you, poor tiny creature. Well, you won't, so there. Let's see now...mmm..I think this one...' She brought the legless mini-man...a lad really, about the same age as herself, to her mouth. She parted her lips, bared her teeth and closed them over his upper-right arm. She snapped her teeth and the bit savagely through the humerus just below the shoulder joint, the crack and splinter of the bone was drowned by his cries. 'You know,' she said as shew masticated the limb, 'It's so much more nicer to eat you little boys while alive. You do make the nicest noises. Ah, look at your tears...let me...' She extended her tongue and daintily licked at the tear- drops trickling down his cheeks. She gave the final swallow and sadistically engulfed his last remaining limb. A quick bite and he was limbless. She crunched the bones with her molars and all the time gazed happily into his weeping eyes. He managed to speak regardless of his wretched state: 'For pity's sake, kill me now and make an end!'

She studied him with an amused twinkle in her eyes. 'I'm surprised you're not dead now! Well, you're not, and I've got just one more thing..........'

Years previously, sweet-shops used to sell "jelly babies." small, inch or so figures of a soft confectionary substance that little girls loved to buy or were given as treats by doting mothers. It was always fun to nip off the heads first or perhaps the teeny feet and work upwards. Sometimes the whole figure would be popped in the mouth and it would be deliciously mashed up. In Germany and neighbouring countries, chocolate figures were awfully popular in top restaurants - especially for the ladies at the conclusion of the evening meal. They were amazingly lifelike and explicitly detailed, the figures ranged from babies to adults, males and females. The customers were delighted and took their time to eat the chocolate desserts as they chatted and laughed.

Now it's for real, but only males that are devoured, and only by females.

The girl lifted the poor chap above her mouth which caught the dripping blood from his hips and shoulders. Her eyes focussed on his dangling genitals. She ignored his pleas, immersed as she was with her next devious plan. Of course he was aware what was in store for him. It was so painfully obvious. She shot a quick glance at her girlfriend beside her. The other girl was happily playing with little victim, rubbing his face in her hairless armpit, getting him to lick her sharp-tasting sweat. The former girl then brought the maleness down and took them between her sharp teeth, but she played with them awhile with her lips and tongue - not expecting any arousal, then, with a snap, she severed the tiny genitals, swished them about in her mouth then began the chewing, and she did so, she uttered little mewing sounds to accompany the agonised squeals of her victim and those coming from her friend and her plaything. Afterwards, she gave the chap his urgent wish. She put his head between her teeth. There came one last screech within her mouth, a crunch as his neckbone split followed by the fragmentation of his skull.

A low rumbling issued from the girls' stomachs as the consumed flesh was slowly digested into the bellies. Their strong muscles commenced to knead and squash the pieces of mini-men into a creamy pulp in preparation for their journey to the first part of the small intestines.

'Look,' laughed Vicky, holding the last little prisoner by his feet. He was the smallest of them, only about three inches. Lying flat on the bed she took him down to introduce his features to the dribbling crack of her quim. She thought of inserting him altogether but only wet his face with the leaking fluid, then carried him slowly away over her belly. She playfully presented his face to each of her pink nipples before taking him to her gaping mouth. Leola watched with a grin as Vicky very slowly lowered the frenzied boy headfirst into her yawning maw, her tongue lolling out to welcome him. His head, twisting and turning, entered the humid cave to be followed by the rest of his body. He screamed and tried with his outstretched hands to hold him- self from going further, his eyes staring madly at the ominous dark hole beckoning him. He scrabbled and groped at the slippery walls and her back teeth to find a hold, but it was to no avail. Vicky closed her mouth trapping him and then jockeyed him about with her tongue. She smiled keeping her lips sealed as she began swallowing him. It took some effort due to his violent struggles but, little by little he slithered down her throat.

'Hey!' exclaimed Leola, 'I can see him!' Vicky's throat bulged somewhat as the screaming little fellow slid down the girl's gullet.

'Oh golly, golly,' sighed the girl, 'I can actually feel him inside me! He's still alive. It's super!'

'Yes, I know,' smiled Leola, 'I've done it lots of times. It can take a long time before he's... you know.'

' Oh, golly-gosh! What must it be like...in someone's tummy? Do you think he'll drown or suffocate?'

'Oh, probably,' smiled Leola, 'But I do know he'll very slowly get sort of dissolved, probably before he dies. You can feel him...' She quickly placed her ear on her girlfriend's abdomen and listened intently. She gave a sound: 'Ah!' as she felt something beneath the soft surface. 'He's going mad in there, Vicky! Can you feel him?'

'Mmmm...yes, I can! It's funny...making me all tingly in there!'

'Do you feel a bit sorry for him?' asked Leola, still with her ear pressed on Vicky's stomach.

'Not really,' came the disinterested reply, 'It's just jolly good fun. I'd like to do it again.'

'Haven't got any more.'

'Hasn't your mummy got some?'

'Well, yes, but she'll be awfully cross if we pinch hers.'

'Oh, come on, just one each.'

'Oh, all right then.'



Quietly and stealthily, Leola crept into her sleeping mother's room and with the aid of a torch located the extra large glass case. There must have been a dozen in there of different sizes from two to eight or nine inches. All had been sprayed with a sleeping powder to keep them quiet for the night. Leola selec- ted two at about 6 inches. They were both unaware of being picked up. She hurriedly slipped back to where Vicky was waiting eagerly, spread out on the double bed.

'Got 'em,' she said softly. Vicky smiled, 'Goody!' then she said: 'Leola, I've been thinking. Have you got some of that hair lacquer left? I've got a super idea.'

'Yes, but...?'

'Get it. I'll shew you,' said Vicky with a diabolical grin and sat on the edge of the bed. As Leola looked for the hair spray, Vicky plucked several long strands of hair from her scalp. With the hairs she bound each little male as they were beginning to awaken. She then took the hair-spray from her friend and squirted the lacquer over the figures one at a time. In a few minutes both mini-men had stiffened, all that is, apart from the heads.

'How about that then?' Vicky exclaimed grinning from ear to pretty ear.

'I say!' gasped Leola, 'do I think what you're thinking...that we use them for...?'

'Yes, darling,' giggled Vicky, 'Like lovely stiff pricks...dildos!'

Leola gave a short gasp: 'Absolutely fabulous!'



The scene, as witnessed from above, was quite decadent. Two awfully pretty girls, long-limbed, slim but exquisitely shaped, lying side by side naked. Their faces were turned to each other and their rose- bud lips touched, parting occasionally to allow their tongues to enter and dally and share their saliva.

Casting one's eyes downwards one could see, held in hand, the unfortunate human "dildos" being used to rub and titillate their young quims.

The wretched figures, stiffened, were now fully awake. Tiny squeals arose from the girls' groins as they endured the punishing rubbing over the soft, resilient pudendas. Gradually, the rubbing grew harder and slowly their heads were inserted into the fleshy portals of the labias. Further and further their heads penetrated the dark, slimy threshold, the walls of the vulva closing in with a hungry embrace

The jerking, pistoning movements then commenced...the in and out motions increasing in speed. Both little fellows were forced to swallow the quantities of thick, jelloid fluid as they were plunged back and forth. The girls themselves reached dizzying heights of sexual delight, raining heady kisses upon each other's swollen lips, their tongues playing havoc with one another's.

Suddenly, Leola wrenched her human dildo from her ravenous vagina. His head and body covered with her viscid emissions.

'I want mine up...my...' she gasped, and flopped on her back bringing her knees up to her chest. She held the figure tightly positioning its head at her tight anus.

The entry was difficult at first, the small aperture refusing to expand. The squeals from the victim sounded so pitiful but were heartlessly ignored. What hope that tiny male had of not being thrust in that most distasteful orifice was dashed when, upon a determined effort, the girl relaxed her anal muscle as if relieving her bowel. He felt his head squeezing inexorably into the rubbery aperture, the sphinter tightly enclosing around him like a rubber vice. Millimetre by millimetre he was forced into her anus, his shoulders taking more effort; but once past he went in much smoother and with comparative ease.

The whole of his body from head to his thighs was clamped firmly by the rectal canal. With his limbs bound with Vicky's hair strands and stiffened with the hair fiative, he was quite immobile, the perfect dildo. Leola relaxed from the effort of inserting him, feeling his only his head shifting about. She stared up at the ceiling, her lips formed into an O as she played with her quim, enticing her clitoris out to play. Every so often she squeezed her plump pert bottocks to feel the human object inside her rectum

then gasped as her libido reacted with tiny sensations heralding her oncoming orgasm.

Vicky became aware of her girlfriend's pleasure as she was idly pumping her living toy into her vagina: 'What's it like?' she asked with a dreamy murmur.

'It's lovely...sort of heavenly,' sighed Leola, 'I 'spose it's because it's a real-live thing. Funny, really, boys being so small and us girls so big.'

'Yes, all to do with that nuclear stuff used years ago. We're like giantesses, you know, that old classic, "Gulliver's Travels," but it's only girls who are big. I'm going to try that...what you're doing with yours.'

Vicky slowly withdrew her stiffened mini-man and brought her knees up to expose her anus. 'Hey,' she muttered as she started pushing his head against her crinkled little hole, 'Supposing they die in our arse- holes? I mean, there's not any air up there.'

'Oh, never mind that,' replied Leola uncaringly, 'My mum's got loads.'

Vicky gave a grunt as rammed the young fellow deep inside her. 'Aaaagh! Golly, he must be right up in my.... Aaaaagh! It's gorgeous!'


Both miniature youths, set rigid with lacquer and bound with strands of hair were used with girlish vigour as they were being pumped in and out of the girls' bottoms with little or no regard for their suffering. There was only one thing on the females' minds - to enjoy to the full that delirious sensation.

Leola was first to achieve her climax giving out short-sharp grunts and hoots. She shoved the lad deep inside leaving only his feet exposed outside her tightly-closed anus. She gave out one last grunt and straightened herself out, her legs slightly bent at the knees and lying on her side.

The vivaceous Vicky soon followed her girlfriend's exhilarating fulfilment emitting a series of convulsive gasps.

Gently they rolled into each other's arms. They kissed to seal their undying love.

'Oooh...I can feel mine struggling for his life,' murmured Leola.

'Mmmm...me too,' murmured Vicky, 'But I think I ought to go to the lavvy.'

'Yeah, me, too,' muttered the other. 'Isn't it gorgeous though, feeling them up there, struggling to live?'

They smiled lovingly into each other's eyes. Vicky stuck her tongue out and persuaded Leola to do likewise. They sported with one another before clamping their pretty mouths on the other's and lying there clasped together diregarding the terror and anguish of the trapped youths. And then the hapless prisoners went still. It seemed they had perished one way or the other.

Vicky was first to go to the lavatory. As she sat there relaxing herself a delightful sensation tingled inside as she slowly ejected the youth from her rectum. It felt exquisite as its lacquered body oozed past her anus. It fell with a dull splash to be followed by further emissions. Leola, outside the door, could hear her girlfriend's low grunts. 'Don't be long,' she whispered as loud as she could so as not to disturb her mother.

Vicky smiled happily as they changed places: 'It was nice,' she said in a hushed voice, 'But I think he's dead.' Leola merely smiled. What did it matter? She looked down into the porcelain pan to see the doll-like youth standing upright in the pool of murky, discoloured water. She couldn't say for sure whether he was alive or not, but she didn't care. He was only a freak, one abnormal creature among hundreds of thousands...none of them indispensible nowadays. She sat and sent a deluge of piss over the fellow and then proceeded to emit the figure from her bottom. She experienced the same pleasure as Vicky and in the course of squeezing him out of her anus exclaimed aloud: 'Oooh...lovely!'

She wiped herself with tissues and was about to flush everything away but suddenly had a thought...

They would make spiffing medallions!

The two pretty girls peered down at the messy figures, both standing upright. 'Who's going to fish them out?' murmured one. 'Oooh, I know, my mum's got some washing-up gloves.' Leola had resolved that problem.

It was no trouble picking the soiled figures out, and neither rinsing them thoroughly under the running tap or faucet. Both young fellows were, of course, lifeless but it still necessitated swilling out their slack mouths, ears, hair and nostrils. A quick rub over with soft towels and they were ready for the next pro- cedure.



Leola rummaged through her jewellry-box and took out two slender chains of silver with cheap pendants attached. She removed the trinkets while Vicky sprayed the heads with more of the hair-lacquer.

'Right, are they ready?' asked Leola. Vicky passed her one and her girlfriend used the clasp-ring to encircle the figure's neck. It made the perfect medallion. Soon, the other was attached to the second chain and both girls happily afixed them around their necks allowing the resin-coated objects to dangle between their young breasts.

'We'll start a new fashion,' giggled Vicky gazing at herself in a large looking-glass, 'It looks really snazzy.'

Leola came and stood beside her, her eyes twinkling with amusement. 'You know something,' she said, 'I know what could make super earrings!' They both laughed as they took off their bizarre necklaces and climbed very tired into the double-bed.

'It's been great fun...' muttered one as both naked bodies pressed.

'Simply brill,' sighed the other.

Both girls' hands rested between the other's thighs as they fell into a blissful sleep.



The end