"Well, Micah, since you wouldn't eat pussy, I'm going to have to let my pussy eat you."

Micah screamed, Christina could hear as much, but he was already in her hand, suspended in front of her vagina, which she had been playing with for the last few minutes and held open with her other hand. His screaming was almost immediately silenced as Christina shoved his shrunken body as deep inside herself as she could manage, using her fingers to push him deep. Only his legs from the knees down, kicking in uncontrolled panic, remained unclaimed by her pussy.

"Nnng, that's such a better fit for you, Micah. I should have done this as soon as you shrunk."

Christina knew that Micah didn't have much time, and so, neither did she. She grabbed her favorite vibrator, already next to her on the bed. A simple, purple thing, it was instantly recognizable for what it was, but it's uncomplicated build also meant the little silicone pussy rocket never failed. Even without the aid of the dildo, Micah's attempts to escape her were already working in her favor.

“Micah, if you had been this useful before you shrunk, I might’ve been tempted to… oh my god… keep you around a bit longer.”

She knew Micah couldn’t hear her, not that she cared. The dildo was in her hand with the kind of deft skill that came from many nights finishing herself off after Micah had fallen asleep, and plunged into her sex after her ex with unrepentant speed and force.

Christina moaned as the silicone shaft slid home, slamming into Micah’s wriggling body and driving him even deeper into her than she could manage with her fingers. It was almost too much to bear, but Christina willed herself to keep going despite the pleasurable electricity coursing through her. She turned herself over and climbed to her knees, burying her face into her pillows so she could work the dildo even deeper into herself.

"Shho good!"

She turned her face was deep in her pillows because she couldn't help but scream as her wrist shoved the vibrator in and out herself. Each thrust bumped Micah's body deeper and deeper into her even if getting him much deeper would be impossible. Every time the tip of the dildo slammed home, Micah’s struggling renewed, and so rewarded Christina with a burst of body shuddering pleasure. The hand that had been occupied with holding open her labia to ease Micah’s insertion moved to her clit and began feverishly working to accelerate the process.

Christina could still feel Micah’s body, battered and beaten by the dildo over and over again, although she could no longer feel his struggles. Some distant, small part of her mind, separate from the berserk lust and hungry vengeance that continued to move her hand in deep, violent thrusts of the dildo recognized that Micah’s inactivity could only be a sign of his body being too pulverized to even twitch, but that part of her mind was not in control.

The part of Christina’s mind that was in control was far more concerned with enjoying herself. Although she felt her legs kick out from under her, laying flat prone on her bed, that didn’t stop her hands, one with fingers still gripping the base of the purple dildo, and the other still rubbing over her clit, remained tucked between her legs under her. Even as she felt the orgasm approaching its fruition, Christina couldn’t care less about the risk leaving Micah inside her as she brought herself over the finish line.

Christina’s body tensed, her sheets caught in her curled toes, and while the overwhelming sensation of heat, almost, but not quite, painful in intensity, pulsed out through her body, Christina could distantly feel something snap inside her. The brief, almost imperceptible sensation inside her was overwritten by the orgasm almost immediately. The orgasm lasted only a few moments, and left Christina face down on her bed. Panting, exhausted, and feeling the heat disperse into a kind of sublime bliss throughout her entire body, Christina allowed herself to lay in her soaked sheets.

She felt the dildo, no longer held in her hand, finally slip out of her, but didn’t care. She did roll over, out of the wet spot on the pillow at her head and the sheets at her crotch. Even though she could feel the dildo against her outer thigh, Christina could still feel a foreign object inside pussy. Not wanting to risk an annoying infection, Christina reached between her legs and sunk a pair of fingers into her very sensitive labia. She found what she was looking for almost immediately, and with a little effort, and some discomfort as her pussy sent needle like tingles through her, and dredged Micah from inside her.

Holding him up, pinched between her fingers, Christina’s lust addled mind could very clearly see a broken, mangled husk of what had been her boyfriend. Micah’s limbs were broken and bent at unnatural angles, his back was twisted almost a full turn, and his head, also pounded into an unrecognizable state, hung limply from what was clearly a broken neck. Christina couldn’t stifle a laugh.

“Oh, Micah, you look like shit! I guess I really was too much woman for you, wasn’t I?”

Christina was still laughing as she tossed the tiny corpse blindly into the trash bin next to her bed, where it made a quiet splat on the wall of the bin, before sliding down in with the rest of the forgotten refuse.