Waking
up to a bright shining rising sun Justine moaned in a gloomy sigh.
Today was marking when Sarah would finally be put to rest in cold
indifferent grounds. People gather to hear a speech justifying this
death by claiming it’s the ultimate peace a human being can
achieve. That a loving being will be accepting them into paradise.
Then in this afterlife wonderland pain, suffering and disability
would be abolished. Forever lasting existence in bliss with not even
one tear to shed was supposed to be enough for those missing their
loved one to help them move on. Because society expects one to move
on after what some call a morbid party for the recently deceased.
Except
moving on was the last thing on Justine's mind this very bright
morning starkly contrasted by her bitter volatile mood. Gripping the
dirt as she rose from this uneasy slumber Justine pouted inside her
mind, (Why did it need to be her. Why did Sarah die and not
Christina. I saved her, did everything for her and yet all she
thought of was herself. It’s her fault Sarah died. I just can’t
stop hating her for stabbing us in the back. There’s no forgiveness
left in my heart for that witch, for that damn snake and I want to be
rid of her. But I know that I can’t do it. I need her for my
brothers care.)
Christina
meanwhile stirred about wondering how she planned on keeping Justine
happy until she became pregnant. The idea of dying frightened her
enough to cry before wiping her own face attempting to regain
composure. Least she appear crazy in emotional state. Looking at Mark
in the barely lit cave Christina thought of speaking to him about her
fears, but then realized his infatuation with Justine meant he
wouldn't be of help. This brought resentment to the forefront of her
mind as she thought, (Why does Mark love her? Justine is a monster!
How can he look that man eater in the eye and not fear her. And Lord
Kevin is even worse! He refuses the truth about her! He thinks his
sister is an angel people hate for no reason…………..)
Lost
in her train of thought Christina was caught off guard by Justine's
booming voice as she called for Mark. Ending her festering anger
Christina watched as Mark climbed onto Justine's giant waiting hand.
Coming out slowly Christina trembled in subtle yet note worthy fear
before she asked, “Should I go as well?”
“NO!”
Justine snapped before feeling a tinge of guilt for letting Kevin see
that and regaining composure to firmly answer, “Her family doesn’t
want you at the service.”
“B-But
Sarah was my friend.” Christina meekly whimpered as she ached in
her piercing guilt leading to Sarah’s demise.
A
cold unsettling glare from Justine hid only a fraction of her boiling
rage as she took in a deep breath. Swallowing before exhaling in a
snort as turbulent churning emotion's bobbled to the surface Justine
seethed, “How dare you persist! Sarah was like a sister to me! And
I could never allow the filth that stabbed her in the back to
attend!”
Like
a deer in headlights Christina gawked at the massive blonde’s face
as those powerful words cut though her like dagger's. Trembling as
heavy sound waves passed though her frail body. While urine leaked
out into her worn dirty panties. She remained quiet in dreadful fear
of getting Justine even more offended than she already was.
Having
witnessed this Kevin felt intimated by his sister. Her giant face
burned red while her lips curled in a twisted up pattern. Her voice
not the gentle compassionate ease he grown accumulated to. His
towering sister was indeed expressing renewed anger rekindled from
when the mob captured him along with Sarah and betrayer Christina.
Calming
down Justine making a sudden decision then said, “Mark, I think my
brother should come.”
“I’ll
get him!” Mark replied as he thought Justine imposing her will upon
Kevin to be unusual.
Embarrassed
from being carried to Justine's warm massive hand Kevin thanked Mark
while in his arms. Part of Kevin wanted to remain hidden in the cave
away from prying eye’s that might gawk at his weak state and find
shame in him for it. Yet he cared about Sarah and wanted to honor the
life she lived while expressing his appreciation for her being so
brave in those last moment's. Just thinking of what happened invoked
a drowning heart ache as he remembered how in her last breath Sarah
did not waste it hating those who ultimately killed her.
Once
Mark laid Kevin down upon her open hand Justine began heading toward
the river. It was a quiet uneventful stroll though mostly broken
trees already crushed from her last passing though. Mindful of the
forest Justine attempted to not knock over more trees having started
feeling guilty over having destroyed so much already.
After
some time passed Justine's towering figure reached the crispy river
flowing peacefully in the beating sunlight. Resting her knees upon
the damp sides of the river Justine used her one free hand to cup
water and got a few sips in. It wasn’t much to her, but Justine
appreciated wetting her lips as little children that were playing
nearby ran away in terror. She felt bad they were frightened, but
Justine didn’t have the spirit to ease them or speak. Justine
wanted peace before going to see her Priest conducting the service
for Sarah. Facing the man she used to hear preach every Sunday for
the first time since she grew into a towering giant felt weird. If
not downright awkward since a number of people have been her victims
including those like Aria in his Church.
Pushing
that aside Justine gave her brother a faint smile before standing up
carefully with her passengers in mind. Her upright figure towered
over the forest like monolith and stronger than a force of nature she
began walking. With a heavy aching heart she made each step monotone
as her mind was living in the past while her feet crushed whatever
crossed their path on auto pilot.
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Meanwhile
Amanda thought of her passion toward her priest. It was all she could
think about before falling asleep last night and even now this
morning she felt like there was no way to be clean from this. From
her sexual relationship with a man that lied and used her. The very
man she trusted most had used her young innocent flesh to gratify his
own perversions behind closed doors. Father Wesley exploited her in
the most unwholesome manner. She festering in a cauldron of emotional
turmoil couldn’t just forgive such deception.
Then
in rubbing her eye’s Amanda wiped the crust away. She felt ill to
her stomach as thought’s of being unclean and sinning against the
God she believed in swamped her. Forcing herself to crawl out from
her old worn bed Amanda cleared her troubled mind and met her
irradiated sister in the kitchen.
Roxy
stern in tone asked, “Why did you sleep in so late?”
“After
what I did it was hard for me to sleep on the guilt.” Amanda
replied truthfully without giving away the real bombshell.
Fixing
her pose Roxy eased up while she said, “Lucky for you then that
John told me to let you sleep a while longer. If you didn’t come
down just now I would have been dragging you right out of bed.”
“I
guess he really does feel responsible for what happened.” Amanda
spoke while turned away looking out the cloudy hand blown glass
window.
Pulling
her sister’s attention back with gently turning her body to
reconnect eye contact Roxy gossiped, “Your not the only thing he
feels responsible for sister. Our poor brother is wrapped around the
finger of that widow. He should have a younger more suitable woman
instead of someone like Ashley. I just feel so bad she will never
give him a large family of his own children like a younger woman
could.”
“Ashley
just want’s him to raise her Damn bastards!” Amanda pouted while
thinking of how she was used by an older person.
Pursing
her lips Roxy questioned, “I thought you approved of their
relationship. What happened to saying it didn’t matter she was that
much older?”
“Well
that……...” Amanda trailed before she collected her thought's in
rebuke, “Doesn’t matter! He needs a woman that can relate to him
better more than anything else!”
Skeptical
of her tone Roxy took a pause before she gently asked, “This isn’t
about him is it?”
“What?”
Amanda flustered before she replied, “Of course this is about our
brother.”
Taking
a deep breath Roxy swept a lose bundle of hair covering her face
back. Clearing her throat Roxy then explained, “I know sister, I
have seen the way you look at him in Church. The way you have looked
at older men. The way you touched him in front of other people. I
didn’t really want to believe it, but I heard about it from a girl
last evening. The only reason I didn’t tell John yet is because we
have already been though a lot.”
“You……..know”
Amanda meekly gulped while a hurricane of twisted emotion's ravaged
her mind.
Taking
a firm grip of her sister's arm Roxy disciplined, “Yes I know you
tried seductive wiles on Father Wesley! He explained to her what
shameful things you did. It’s revolting to even think of much less
repeat her words! You need to repent sister! And for the love of our
Lord you can’t ever act that way again!”
“It’s
not that simple!” Amanda managed to reply as embarrassment washed
over her face.
Angered
by what appears to be a deflection Roxy shouted, “Your right about
that Amanda! No man is going to marry someone acting like a damn
harlot!”
“Please………..”
Amanda began sobbing as guilt took over.
“Not
another word of this sister! You will not ever try to seduce a man
like that again!” Roxy snapped before she took a deep breath and
looked upon her sister's wet face disappointed as she then said,
“John already has enough to worry about and when he finds out it’s
going to break his heart. Really it’s just so sad sister because
our mother raised you better than this. I never thought you would act
that way and humiliate our family like this.”
Paralyzed
by shame Amanda grunted in tears before she trembling like a leaf in
the wind finally mumbled, “I-I am so sorry……..”
Embracing
her sister to comfort her Roxy said, “I don’t hate you sister.
It’s just I never wanted this for you. I’m hurt Amanda that this
sin will change your life forever.”
Meanwhile
John in the barn pinned his lover to the wooden wall. The older woman
gasped for air as he sucked upon her exposed breast. Her nibbles grew
ever more as the sexual tension swelled within them both. Coming off
the delectable knocker John said, “I love you Ashley!”
“I
know so take me! Take me now!” Ashley’s voice breathed as she
clawed into his strong well toned back.
Lifting
Ashley’s feet off the ground John easily carried her toward a pile
of hay. Tearing her clothing away while dropping his pants John
kissed her. His passion snowballed fast, relentless and hard as he
soon found himself pounding her with unwavering thrust. Penetrating
her ever deeper John tensed up right before finishing off suddenly.
Before he expected to his disappointment. After the haze of lust wore
off John thought of Sarah’s service as he kissed Ashley before he
said, “It’s good to have each other during times like this.”
“Are
you going to be okay?” Ashley questioned thinking of the funeral.
Caressing
her back John replied, “It’s not me you should be worried about.
Sarah was Justine's best friend. She is going to be hurting the most
today.”
“That’s
what scares me John…….what if she” Ashley gulped unable to
complete the thought of Justine losing all self-control.
Holding
his trembling girlfriend tight John assured, “It will be okay I
promise.”
No
matter how powerless the hollow promise was the feeling behind it was
pure enough to quell her fears. Even if Ashley knew they were
justified. This was about a giant woman that went around swallowing
people whole and crushing men like they were just bugs to her after
all. Everyone was keeping their inner terror of what Justine might do
buried deep least they break from the horror of what’s happened
already.
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Meanwhile
setting things up outdoors for Sarah’s funeral service was dreadful
work. Not because of the intensity of the labor involved with putting
up chairs, making a casket or other preparations. It was the
emotional train wreak on those who knew Sarah that cut into the
depths of their being. Each time her father placed a chair the weight
of the reasoning for this brushed against him. Any rage he could
muster toward the mob for killing his daughter was drowned out by the
crushing abyss of loss her departure from the world meant. This was
the worst day of his life and nothing could bring a smile to his
face. He didn’t even have it in him to fake one for the sake of
maintaining composure for appearances.
The
pain on her father’s face could be seen by Isabel. She hated the
fact some of the very people in the mob were invited. Her father was
too forgiving Isabel reasoned as heavy mixtures of anger dumped into
her mourning that pumped tears from her gentle hazel eye’s.
Sweeping the golden strand’s of hair she shared with her younger
sister Isabel wiped her face. It was going to be a very long day that
would keep stabbing her until her last thought of the night once this
was over. She just knew that was a given. What life would look like
beyond this loss totally eluded her. For it was impossible to
conceive of.
Once
it neared the proper time priest Samuel whom their local community
knew well showed up. Overseeing a small crowd of people he decided to
greet the family. They exchanged the hard yet expected words over a
tragedy that can’t ever be properly defined or justified only lived
though. And even that could be questioned. No one ever believes death
will effect their loved ones until the indifferent angel of death
knocks upon the clock of fate before their last breath.
Then
to the pause of all thundering ground quakes marked the arrival of
Justine. The crowd gawked in fear as the colossal figure picked a
spot to seat herself behind them. Most that knew Justine kept their
comment’s to themselves, but Elizabeth was impassioned enough to
yell, “This is your fault abomination!”
Becoming
even more fierce Elizabeth glaring down the giantess in front of the
entire crowd shouting at the top of her lungs declared, “Everything
you did is why she died! YOU are the last person that should be here
Justine! Mark doesn’t see you for the monster you are, but I do and
so does the rest of this town! Fear keeps them quiet! But I am done
being frightened of you! Sarah and all the rest you killed are dead
because of you!”
Rage
burned in Justine's eye’s for a moment before crushing guilt pushed
tears instead of fire though the blue windows to her soul. Holding
Mark with Kevin gently in her open palm Justine looked down with
shame unwilling to defend herself. The silence from her was almost
deafening to the utterly shocked crowd below. Everyone braced for
rage that never came while some others frightened by what might
happen next began walking away hoping to avoid her.
Looking
around her Isabel saw nearly all member’s of the crowd nodding.
None dared speak, but it was painfully obvious they wanted to pin
Sarah’s death on Justine. Seeing the blonde giantess crying broke
her heart as rage boiled into her own rant, “NO! This is because a
mob killed my sister! Justine didn’t harm Sarah! The men in the mob
wanted my sister dead! And then one of them killed her! Killed my
sister because they were scared! Cowards killed my sister! Now I want
you gone Elizabeth! Because you have no damn right to be here!”
“NO!
That abomination and her useless cripple should be the ones to leave
this town!” Elizabeth blurts out screaming her head off not
realizing the latter comment might very well cost her head.
Rushing
over Elizabeth’s father yelled, “What the HELL are you saying! Do
you want to die!”
A
fair question considering Justine's guilt converted into boiling
rage. Her eye’s glared down upon the woman that dared insult her
dear precious brother. Taking a deep breath to cool down her volcanic
rage a notch Justine boomed, “Say what you want about me, but NEVER
SPEAK THAT WAY OF MY BROTHER!”
Terrified
of what might happen next Elizabeth’s father got down on his knees
to beg, “Please have mercy on my daughter Queen Justine!”
The
burning temptation Justine had to come down hard on Elizabeth was
quelled by realizing what a disturbance this was causing. This
service was for Sarah and no one would be pleased if it went on so
Justine said, “Apologize to my brother and then go home.”
Being
whispered into her ear by her furious father Elizabeth looking up
apologized, “It was gravely improper of me to speak ill of your
brother.”
“I
think it’s best if we leave everyone. I am truly very sorry about
this and my daughter will be taught a lesson.”
Elizabeth’s
father bowed slightly after having spoke firmly to the unsettled
crowd.
Watching
Elizabeth and her family members leave pleased Justine's appetite for
wrath. At least for the moment as this service was of high importance
to respect. Looking at her brother in hand and then to the crowd she
gently spoke, “I’m sorry that I’ve caused so much trouble
showing up here and that you had to hear such words.”
Projecting
his voice Sarah’s father addressed, “It’s okay Justine, I
invited you to come and really thank you for coming. I know it’s
what Sarah would have wanted.”
Looking
up at the towering blonde Isabel felt sorry for her brother. Knowing
what happened to him caused her to feel a swelling of pity. Being
trapped in a body that refused to move seemed like a fate more cruel
than she could picture living with. Moved by this she couldn’t keep
it out of her mind for quite some time.
After
this things settled down quite a bit as people didn’t want to cause
any more of a commotion. If not for the sake of respecting the dead
then fear of invoking the wrath of Justine quelled their temptation’s
to cause more distractions. Priest Samuel that ran the smaller Church
Justine, Sarah and Aria attended waited. Clearing his throat he then
said, “Brothers and sister's in Christ let me tell you. This is a
day of peace for our dead as they now and forever will be with our
lord. Sarah was a woman pure of heart and as the good lord’s word
says she will see the kingdom of God.”
Priest
Samuel looking over the crowd for a moment then continued, “Even in
this knowledge we grieve because this world is broken. Death hurts us
so much because it was never meant to be like this. When sin entered
the world it poisoned everything within and death was born from it.
All things pass because of the evil in this world. The evil in the
hearts of men born of hate, fear and lust all have caused pain in
this world. Sarah’s life was cut short in a tragedy few can
understand and even less could accept. If not for the grace of God’s
love giving me the will today I think speaking about such an innocent
life perishing would be impossible. We must remember even in those
dark painful times we have the Lord and that he does have plans to
prosper us. For he gave his only son on the cross because even the
worst of us God loves.”
Swallowing
Priest Samuel paused as the weight of his words burdened him and then
he after a deep breath stated, “However Sarah was the best among
us. Her eye’s pure as snow coming into church to serve our Lord and
the community. She loved to help people whenever she could. One day I
had no doubt she would be the wife Proverbs 31 spoke of. A model for
others to follow and supportive in our daily life's. We all struggle
to understand why provenance has separated her from our community and
her family. The hardest part of my calling is telling you that we
can’t know why this was her time. Only that God is here with us and
that Sarah is in a much better place now. She knows pain no longer.
Her tears are no more as our God has wiped them away.”
The
priest did well from this point on focusing on Sarah’s joy in this
life and the positive impact she had on the community. How she lived
sacrificially. It teared up many attending as the reality sunk in
deep of what life had been lost. Never would any of them see her
again on this side of darkness. Instead they could only hope the
other side of light was real. That it wasn’t just comforting fables
being passed down. That what pulled their heart strings provided a
flicker of hope even in this despair.
The
people craved, desired, needed to believe in this cloudy fog of life
that extinguished like dust in the wind that a second chance at being
alive in some way, some how just waited for them. Not like a cold
reaper under the cover of darkness, but a warm open atmospheric
paradise. A hope worth more than bitter reality. A peaceful balance
instead of ravenous turmoil. Known order instead of unknown chaos. To
allow even their hope to parish along side those no longer in the
world just couldn’t be accepted. This fact kept up the resolve of
the priest to see the service though to the end as he maintained
honoring the dead in his speech as it went on for a time longer.
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Once
the service drew to closure Justine’s stomach growled deep in
protest of her skipping feeding on the cattle before coming.
Apologizing for the bodily function Justine then looked down at
Isabel. Thought’s soon poured into her mind as she recalled the
night she picked Christina to care for her brother. Grinding her
teeth Justine thought, (I picked the wrong woman. Isabel would be
much better for my brother than that snake Christina. If only I asked
her instead Kevin would be in loving care.)
“Justine!”
Isabel shouted as she pined for the giantess attention breaking the
stale atmosphere of the heartache all felt including herself.
Looking
down Justine replied, “Yes Isabel”
“I
just wanted to thank you. Thank you for being here. For being my
sister's best friend. You really mean a lot to me because of this. If
you or your brother need my help please let me know.” Isabel stated
honestly with conviction as she appreciated the relationship that
once existed and acknowledged she too liked the blonde giant.
The
mixture of feelings caused Justine to pause. This was the perfect
chance to ask. To ask the question burning in her mind. If this
sweet girl took care of her brother instead of Christina then she
would feel relieved. Mainly because then she would have a trust
worthy care taker of her brother again. But asking this of her right
after losing her sister felt wrong. And Justine knew people greatly
feared her. Even Isabel behind the smile had to feel a chill or
pestering doubt right now.
Selfish
as it was however Justine’s love for her brother came first. With
heavy aching crushed tone of voice Justine’s heart moved her as she
came about to ask, “Could you help me take care of my brother?”
“Sure
and I’ll go with you right now!” Isabel replied with a tint of
fear in her voice.
Feeling
guilt wash over her Justine blushed, “Oh…..I-I…. Please don’t
feel like you must!”
Looking
away for a moment Isabel then earnestly responded, “Really I want
to help. I insist on helping your brother.”
Putting
her hands on the ground Justine then smiled, “Thank you so much
Isabel!”
Kevin
felt guilt wash over him as this transpired. Unsure of what to say as
he watched her to step into his sister's massive hand. No one should
need so much help Kevin berated himself in thought as he felt bad his
sister asked this of Sarah’s sister no less. The walk home to him
in his sister's hand was a blur as no one really seemed to be in the
mood to converse. The service was heart breaking to everyone that
attended. Just a chilly gray smear that stained his mind as the
colorful memories popped in like sharp daggers to remind him of what
isn’t here. Of who isn’t here anymore. For a while that deep
painful shock he felt when Sarah died returned as it seemed like the
service made it so real once more.
Stopping
herself at the cave entrance Justine noticed her brother crying and
asked, “Are you okay brother?”
“I
am just sorry that I cause all this trouble.” Kevin replied while
looking at Isabel with eye’s filled with guilt.
Remembering
what Elizabeth said Justine felt a boiling rage stir in her gut. It
couldn't be forgiven. This sin against her brother would be punished.
Justine would not allow people to treat him this way and get away
with it. Anger flushed her cheeks as they burned for a moment before
she calmed down to answer, “Other people doing bad things are the
ones causing trouble! You have nothing to apologize for!”
“Really
Isabel are you sure this is okay?” Kevin then asked as he looked up
at the sky with a chill in his spine.
Grinning
for a moment upon spotting Christina the collected Isabel replied,
“It’s what my sister would have wanted. I will do whatever I can
to help out.”
“What
about your father and your friend's?” Kevin questioned as he felt
guilt and something a bit more primal stirring.
Keeping
her deep thought's close to heart Isabel said, “This town hates our
family. They think my sister committed witchcraft and made Justine
big. I don’t…….. have much here anymore. There shouldn't need
to be more reason than wanting to help out though. I apologize for
that.”
Christina
felt her dark horrified soul freeze over. This woman could be the end
of her usefulness. She dared not speak after such heart felt words.
They warmed up every face that heard them. Fear scratched the inside
of her brain like a loose rat about to drown. Standing at the
entrance to this cave Christina looked up at Justine's face picturing
herself struggling for dear life between the towering blonde's lips.
Each breathe felt heavier than the last as crippling anxiety washed
over her. Was she going to become one of Justine's bowel movement’s
next. Could she escape such a horrible fate if she ran or pleaded the
right way.
This
run away train of thought was interrupted once Christina realized
Justine was letting everyone now enter the cave. Mark carrying Kevin
greeted her warmly, but Isabel for a moment had this look. It
shouldn't have mattered, but Christina being a woman just knew it was
that look. It was the kind of look men didn’t easily pick up on,
but women just know it meant conflict. The uplifting words exchanged
between their greeting didn’t match the slightest dark undertone or
body language.
Justine
assumed her brother and Isabel have settled in. Dark thought's of her
own quickly took root as she bent down to smile at her brother now
laying on his makeshift bed. Before leaving Justine said, “Take
good care of my brother and thank you again Isabel for helping us
out. If you ever need anything just tell me and I will make it
happen.”
Those
last words really showed off the fact Justine knew what she could do.
Despite her grief she was getting used to the power she had over the
rest. Being waved off by her cave dwellers Justine began walking
toward Elizabeth’s home. The anger festering within her now grew
without restraint. The monster inside her was ready to play. This
dishonor committed at the service for her dear loving friend would
not go unpunished.
Inside
a wooden structure made of logs stacked and cut to fit into one
another Elizabeth was crying as her father’s belt smacked her bare
tight ass. Bent over on the bed she had been punished for what felt
like half an hour. She never saw this kind of rage in her father's
eye’s. The flesh on her ass now was very tender from being
repeatedly whipped by the force of her father landing blow after blow
with his leather belt. It caused her to scream at one point as she
begged him to stop. The man said nothing as he swallowed his
emotion’s back and kept on punishing his offspring. It mattered not
that she was an adult because this transgression put the whole family
in danger and he simply could not over look it.
A
rumble caused Elizabeth’s father to pause. With each intense moment
it grew in volume. Then a loud crack followed as a tree outside fell
over. Realizing what this meant he shouted, “HIDE NOW! GET UNDER
THE BEDS! DON’T LET HER SEE YOU!”
Standing
outside the well kept home of Elizabeth’s family Justine then got
on her knees. She thought about demanding they come out, but anger
compelled her to reach for the roof. Pulling it apart was child’s
play. It only took effort to prevent it from falling down on those
inside. Both of her hands worked to pull out bits and chucks that
threaten to come down on the horrified tiny beings that were like
bugs scurrying into every crack they could find.
Then
looking down upon the family her stomach growled loudly as it had sat
totally empty the entire day until this very moment. Hunger flushed
her mind as she pictured slurping them into her waiting mouth and
then sending them screaming down her yearning throat into her wanting
belly. It wasn’t just about food however. This also was about
power. About forcing them to summit. To make them just her next bowel
movement. And then the fact Justine could force Elizabeth watch her
family member's getting swallowed alive one by one.
It
was becoming way more tempting than Justine first thought. The devil
inside her gut began moving her hand on it’s own toward a teenage
male and when she felt him struggling for dear life her mouth
watered. She was forced to swallow because so much fluid had built
up. The angel touching her aching heart pulled deep as she felt a
tear drip from her face. Justine couldn't just eat him. It was wrong
to kill innocent people.
Yet
she wanted Elizabeth to give herself up. Justine dangled the
frightened guy over her parted lips and then demanded, “Come out
Elizabeth or I will eat your brother!”
Guilt
washed over the frightened woman as she rolled out from under her
bed. Trembling with fear Elizabeth getting down on her knees sobbing
begged, “Please don’t hurt him! I’ll do whatever you want!”
Then
dark thought's returned. Justine didn’t want to eat cows, deer or
other fur covered creatures. She wanted to eat people. Finally
admitting to herself why she came here and that she liked the taste
and the struggle. Justine knew that had to make her a monster to want
this. To want feeling people beg, scream and then struggle down her
throat. They didn’t deserve to die just to feed her. Yet anger told
her this time she deserved good food after losing her friend. After
what this evil woman said at the service. This would be justice.
Her
body again moved disconnected from the morality of her struggling
mind. With that a line was coming danger close to being crossed as
she licked the panicking teen. They all would fill her bellowing
stomach well she felt. Right now it’s growling demanded she feed.
Reason melted away as the primal urges of anger, hunger and even
arousal took over.
Looking
up at the towering blonde Elizabeth’s father saw a predator. She
was clearly quite hungry as her loud complaining belly made clear.
The deep blue eye’s were even more terrifying however. He knew she
was out for blood. It wasn’t possible to talk such ferociously out
of her. Putting on the stance of an oak he directly approached
forward then stated, “My daughter dishonored Sarah and your brother
with her words. I can’t apologize enough for what she said. So take
my life as penance and spare my family. I am responsible for how this
family is run. Let me pay for what my foolish daughter said!”
This
wasn’t how Justine expected this to unfold. Her breathing slowed
down as she felt his words soften her hardened heart. Putting the
teen back down Justine then plucked the father up from the home he
stood in. He didn’t fight, resist or even scream. This irritated
her as she wanted them all to fear what was coming. Grinding her
teeth Justine then asked, “Why shouldn't I eat you and your
brainless whore of a daughter?”
“Because
I failed my family! Hate me and blame me alone for her sins!”
Elizabeth’s father declared from the bottom of his heart.
Watching
this unfold Elizabeth was crushed by guilt. She just wanted Justine
to stop hurting people. She wanted the towering blonde to feel shame
for her sins, but in this moment Elizabeth realized she unleashed the
real monster. The one that dwelled within the hearts of human beings.
Hatred consumed the towering blonde as she didn’t even respond
before shoving her father into her mouth. Horrified at the sight
Elizabeth sobbed uncontrollably.
Feeling
the man inside her mouth Justine felt guilt. She couldn't actually
swallow him could she. Yet how could she back down now. The war
between her lust for punishment and her tender craving for repentance
ended with another growling noise from the depths of her gut. Forcing
the man back and down her waiting throat was nearly effortless
compared to others she ate. Guilt kept washing over her more and more
as she desperately told herself this was for justice. That he was
responsible for Elizabeth’s words.
The
family below watched in heart stopping horror as their protector just
got swallowed whole and alive. Just like that the man who dedicated
himself to his family became mere food for an angry pitiful girl that
deep down envied him. A peasant girl that let her deepest primitive
urges control her body. Monstrous in size, power and strength yet
faint of spirit. Tears poured from the towering blonde's face before
her hand reached in again.
Watching
the entire family act like a frighten bunch of wild animals Justine
felt pity as she plucked Elizabeth sobbing on the floor and carried
her upwards. Then Justine stood up and began walking toward the
river. The screams and pleading of her trapped captive in her grip
weren’t even the first thing on her mind. If she had stayed it
wasn’t going to be justice being carried out. It was going to be
her meal. Justine felt ashamed that being hungry made throwing her
humanity away so easy.
Justine's
revenge went nothing like she pictured it in her head before ripping
the roof off. Then she felt compelled to go though with it because
she didn’t want people to think she is weak. That her threats are
empty. That rebellion would be tolerated. The weight of ruling never
felt so heavy. Did she even want things to be like this. Would Sarah
have wanted this blood shed Justine questioned herself.
It
sank her faint heart as it deeply ached. Justine's volatile nature
was only getting worse as many interconnecting emotion’s all
flooded her mind. It was a wild ace in the hole for what she would do
next. Anger stirred within waiting for a break though moment while
grief ruled in this moment. Finally reaching the riverbank Justine
looked at herself seeing the monster she has become. The temptation
to make people her food was becoming too great. Why did they feel so
good going down Justine asked herself. It wasn’t fair that eating
right was so gross and nasty every single day. She felt like her
world was fracturing apart. It felt like something big, huge and
important might just suddenly snap in two.
As
fear left her heart Elizabeth’s anger surfaced once more. Even in
the grip of this man eating blonde she wasn’t going to just keep
quiet. Beating on the hand that constricted her Elizabeth yelled,
“Let my father out! He did nothing you monster!”
“Quiet!”
Justine snarled, “You deserve this! This is your punishment!”
“Why
kill my father! Why damn it!” Elizabeth cried out as her spirit
broke.
Shaking
her head Justine refused to believe she needed to make this right.
Getting up Justine pressed Elizabeth against her grumbling belly.
Then reveling her envy Justine said, “You don’t deserve keeping a
good father. A girl like you should have had a monster instead!”
“I
can’t believe I ever used to feel bad for you! That you had such a
father, but now I wish he had done worse to you!” Elizabeth replied
filled with hate not realizing just how deep of a sore spot she
rubbed salt into.
Picturing
the deep sensual violations of her body Justine felt her mind snap in
two. Rage consumed her entirely as it melted her conscience begging
her to stop this. To throw up and let the man in her belly live.
Looking upon her enemy Justine screamed, “That’s it! You will
never see him again! Your punishment will be even worse! I will show
you the gates to hell!”
Walking
out of town fast as she could Justine didn’t speak another word to
her screaming, begging and frightened captive. Trees shattered under
her wake as she looked for the perfect spot for her punishment.
Tightening her grip Justine didn’t care if it hurt or even broke
the bones of her captive.
Meanwhile
inside Justine's stomach Elizabeth’s father broke down crying as he
understood the muffled words of his predator enough to understand his
daughter was in danger. The darkness, heat and acidic fluid pouring
in he endured. Being tossed around by firm slick muscles however just
made his confusion worse as it felt like her stomach couldn't be
satisfied with him simply laying down waiting to be digested.
Taking
a deep breath Justine finally stopped upon seeing a sole log cabin.
Her rage still burned hot, deep and true as she said, “Your father
made a good dinner. He didn’t even fight it. Because he knew you
are the wrong one here. When I break your legs and leave you here to
rot I want you to remember this is all your damn fault. This is what
justice is for your sins!”
“You
damn witch! You monster! I curse you!” Elizabeth screamed as she
felt pressure breaking the bones in her legs.
Soon
after Justine smirked as Elizabeth’s tone changed to begging and
pleading for the pain to stop. It didn’t take much at all to crush
the bones entirely inside her legs. With a final crack Elizabeth’s
screams were blood curling as she couldn't take it anymore. Like a
badly wounded trapped animal Elizabeth could only scream and yell as
Justine then used her finger to dislocate an arm. That giggle the
predatory blonde made impaled her with fear this would never end.
Putting
her captive down Justine then said, “Count yourself lucky I didn’t
rip your arms off. Now for the rest of your days you can lay and rot
thinking about your sin. How your father isn’t here because of what
you did. This is what you deserve!”
Watching
the towering blonde walk off Elizabeth couldn't stop screaming in
agony. It felt horrible enough she wanted to be dead. Pain crippled
her entire body. The way she was handled, having her legs crushed and
then having an arm dislocated. Laying in the dirt Elizabeth screamed
even louder desperately hoping someone, anyone would come out to help
her.
Time
passed like a glacier. It felt like a nail slowly grinding down
inside her very soul. When a middle aged man finally came out
Elizabeth felt her mind slipping. The pain was just too much. She
couldn’t handle it anymore as her body went into shock. From the
moment he touched her it became a burr she couldn’t process.
Slowly
cooling off from her rage Justine reached the riverbank once more.
She had broken her rival and left her fate in the hands of a
stranger. Looking into her own eye’s on the waters surface Justine
felt guilt. Thought's raced as she thought, (I don’t want to let
him out. I told her this what she deserved. Yet her father did
nothing wrong, but I just can’t let him out. It’s so painful
letting him out and it’s not fair. It’s not fair a witch like her
had a good father and I got a monster. He should have just stayed out
of the way.)
Yet
Justine found herself down on her knees and reaching inside her
mouth. Touching the back of her throat Justine braced for the pain of
heaving. Coughing up fluids into the river Justine then tried again.
Still only fluids came out. She was going to try again, but couldn't
feel moment inside her. For his body had already been pulled into her
intestinal tract. The realization of his demise caused her to
whisper, “It’s too late. I really am a monster. I turned a good
man into food. Lord thy God what have I done.”
Walking
back to where she commonly rest Justine decided to simply watch the
light in the sky fade out. Then she laid down crippled by her grief
made worse by her outburst. This was among the worst day’s of her
life. And her rage just made it worse. Crying Justine thought, (This
is all my fault. I hated Elizabeth, but Sarah died because I keep
getting angry. I keep on hurting people. Why does what I want have to
be wrong all the time. Why are my desires so evil. What’s wrong
with me. I shouldn’t like eating people. I shouldn’t like hearing
them scream and beg. Am I a child of satan. Oh God please save me.)
Those
guilt laced thought's kept looping inside Justine's mind as she
gripped her growling belly. She was starving, but didn’t allow
herself to complain about it. Instead she told herself that tomorrow
will be a bit easier. That her brother will be better taken care of
now. Then rolling over Justine drifted to sleep with her pain.
Meanwhile
a man near 30 now watched the beautiful giantess from behind a tree.
Her naked body glowing from the moon light was enough to make him
blush a bit as he dared walk toward her. He didn’t care if
interacting with her was a death wish. In fact he was betting on it
because his life was hell. Losing many fingers under a saw by
accident, being socially awkward and being considered one of the most
ugly men in town made him an outcast of society. Getting work was
near impossible and the blunt hard truth was no woman desired him.
Hearing
a loud bellowing growl from Justine's belly as she slept sent chills
down his spine even if he lost the will to live. He knew she ate
people and if that’s the way she offered to end his life beggars
couldn’t be choosers. Still it wasn’t the most quick or painless
way to die he thought. Approaching her side he could feel body heat
washing over him. Her tone belly called for him once more as it
moaned and grumbled. Looking right at her cute belly button he found
her body very inviting. Any man would be lucky to have such a fine
sight to look upon every morning.
He
knew she would never be with him that way however and it was even
more crazy to think such a relationship would work. He waited a while
to see if she might roll over and just crush him. The idea of asking
to die felt more bone chilling now that he was here. And the fact was
a small part of him wasn’t sure. His gut screamed for him to run
away at times. To reconsider this idea of ending it all.
Yet
he pressed forward toward her head. Her body sleeping on it’s side
made it very easy for him to reach her cute huge face. It wouldn’t
be hard now to wake her he thought. A deeper chill ran down his body
as her massive moist lips opened to blow on him. The idea of becoming
her food became more inviting as he nearly fell in love with her
youthful looking innocence. Maybe feeding himself to her would be
easier than waiting for her to move in her sleep. And besides he
thought the meat on his bones would look better on any part of her.
With this in mind he stepped forward. Then standing feet away from
her mouth touched her lips and felt so alive as the warmth of her
flesh greeted him.
Pushing
himself though her soft lips he coughed as the smell of rotting flesh
finally drowned him. It reeked of death inside her wet hot mouth.
Trying to back out caused him to slip in fully and then panic gripped
him. This was a very scary situation. The sounds, the smell and
darkness made the idea of spending his last moment's here much less
pleasant.
Groaning
Justine felt something inside her mouth. It watered quite a bit as
her belly rumbled and let her know it was empty. As more of her brain
turned on she realized this was a human. The primal urge to swallow
grew within her. Each time she took another human down her gullet
something dark stirred within her aching, yearning and longing flesh.
Unable
to control himself now as a playful massive tongue rolled him around
the man finally screamed, “Help! Stop!”
Moment's
later cool air washed over the man as he tumbled over hard wet
boulders and landed on the dirt with a hard thud. Covered in saliva
he felt a bit aroused realizing this was the most bodily contact his
poor soul ever got with a woman. Embarrassment washed over him as
massive half open blue eye’s blinked over him. Her face was
hovering so close that he felt like she was a goddess looking down on
him. To such a giant blonde he really was just a bug at most in
comparison.
Rubbing
her eye’s Justine low in energy asked, “What did you do me in my
sleep? Who are you?”
“I
am Owen” The man responded, “The reason I came is I don’t want
to live………I…..I……I-I want you to end me.”
That
woke Justine up quick as suicide was a topic that made her feel very
heavy of heart. It was both a massive sin and to her a sign of great
pain. For a moment she let tears run down her cheeks as her friend’s
death weighed all that much heavier on her. There was no way she
could kill this man. He needed help and if no one else was going to
lend an ear she would. Because Justine couldn’t accept suicide as
ever being the right answer. Even in her darkest most painful
moment’s she didn’t let thought's of ending her own life consume
her.
Yet
she could see how it might over take another. How that poison could
destroy someone else. The way our darkest, coldest, void and crushing
moment could put someone dangling over the abyss promising release.
Temping a poor soul to cross the veil and exit the world stage.
Justine
know brushing up this deep scar wouldn’t happen over night. She
wondered if getting over her own deep embedded pain carved into her
soul was possible. It was becoming extremely hard for her to focus.
Instead of finding words to plead the pour man not to end his life
Justine picked him up and pressed him against her chest between her
breast.
The
body language did all the communication Owen needed. That sweat heart
broken look on her face, her gentle touch and then finally this warm
inviting embrace. He could fear the heat coming off her skin covering
him like a blanket. While the sound of her beating heart brought a
calming to his chaotic mind. As his mind space to think was filled
with it’s thumping pluses. Only in this moment did feeling small
lift his ragged spirit.
“You
can’t take your own life!” Justine insisted as she used a finger
to gently twist her hair while sitting on cold hard dirt.
Hearing
a growl from Justine's belly Owen felt intimidated. More from impulse
than anything. His reptile brain fired off screaming this was
dangerous. That he was prey sized for something much bigger than him
that was clearly hungry. Being in this situation gave him chills.
Even if this fear was misplaced considering her glowing blue eye’s
told an entire story begging him to live.
“Sorry,
but I don’t have a propose.” Owen began as he felt her warmth
building and said, “I know you care. It’s just that I can not
live without a job or wife. Or if nothing else at least some reason
to wake up the next day.”
Ever
since she had grown into a giant Justine felt a burning need to know
her propose. For now she made it giving her brother a better life and
curing herself. But was she being honest with herself. Did she want
to be cured and lose the power she had over people. Justine had to
admit it was corrupting her, but at least here and now she might be
able to use it for a good propose.
Mauling
carefully over her thought's Justine took note of his missing
finger's and warmly answered, “What if you became one of my
servants? It’s okay if you are not the fastest or strongest. I just
want you to be willing to help me.”
Those
words melted Owen’s heart as he couldn’t think of a better job.
Whatever she asked of him he would do at this point. Even if his
desperation for female attention played into his acceptance of her
request Owen was happy to obey. To work for a towering beauty like
this was enough for him. Other men would see servitude to her as
degrading, but Owen instead felt empowered by finally seeing a use
for his existence.
“I’ll
do it! Please let me be your servant!” Owen shouted as he
desperately clung onto this life line being offered to him.
Putting
Owen back on the ground Justine smiled, “Then let it be so.”
Looking
up at the beautiful blonde Owen felt a spark in the depths of his
soul. He didn’t know what he expected to happen, but if nothing
else life should be more interesting from this point on. Little did
he really think how much difference there could be. Or what his
family would think of his willing servitude to the woman that
inflicted so much suffering on the town.
The
night wore on Justine's mind greatly as she nodded at Owen’s
grateful response. It felt warm and cozy to have someone be grateful
toward her. So many hated and feared her now that being able to
interact like this made drifting to sleep this night a bit easier.
Having saved a person without harming someone else gave Justine a
peace she felt comfortable with even in spite of what she had done.
Maybe there was some way to make a difference without becoming a
monster after all. The road back to her ordinary humanity flickered
in the river of her dreams she had that night. It was just enough to
make her grief bearable even when she felt her eye’s open in the
middle of the night. Even still her aching heart beat deeply as she
felt the dagger's of reality cut into her soul. No matter what good
she did. It could not replace the life now extinguished from the
world. The death of her friend would always be a scar etched deep
within her being.