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  A sequel to The Department of ID Enforcement by Pope Eddie and with his endorsement.     Banfield

 

 Posted for banfield by Stanley Williams.

NOTICE:  This story contains sexual material not suitable for younger readers. If you are under 18 please back out now. 

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A young man accepts a ride with Anna --- his VERY last ride.

 

                            

  Anna, now on a few weeks leave, began to feel restless. She knew what caused her to be that way and felt there was that certain something that would assuage her need and desire.

  It was actually sexual, and the cause of that emotion was due to the fact she had consumed 14 shrunken males and that their metabolism had consequently built up in her body.

 

  She eased herself out of her bed and sauntered into the en-suite bathroom to relieve herself and freshen up under the warm jets of the shower.  In an instant her dark-brown body shimmered like polished mahogany.  At the age of 25 she possessed a perfect figure for a girl of her race.  Her breasts, not overlarge, were firm with slightly upturned nipples that had hardened by the effects of the shower and her sensuous thoughts. Her tummy was gently undulated – not flat – and her limbs were long and slender; but what was just as outstanding as her breasts was her buttocks.  Like most females of African descent, her bottom jutted majestically, almost one would say, arrogantly.

  She turned about for the warm spray to shower her angular back and the outcrop of her derrière.  Her hands, with soapy cream, caressed each cheek and delved into the deep cleft and, with a single digit, rubbed the tight orifice therein and slipped with ease into the relaxed anus.  Her free hand simultaneously moved to her front, first caressing her belly and descended to the tightly-curled hairs of her pubis.

 

  Rather subconsciously, her long, delicate fingers caressed the lips of her labia and then entered the vagina to find and titillate her aroused clitoris.  The nub that was closely associated with the male penis, immediately hardened and swelled and seemed to demand immediate satisfaction, but she resisted the temptation, almost scolding herself for her weakness; but the desire was beginning to rage within her and she made her decision…..

 

   Like most civil servants, policemen, firemen and those in the armed forces, the long training and duties thereafter, were hard to dismiss even although on leave, but in Anna’s case, she had no official assignments; but one thing she did take home with her was a box of syringes together with serums of shrinking fluid.

 

  Quickly stepping out of the shower, she turned off the taps and dried herself and scattered talcum-powder over her torso, under her arms and down below.  She swiftly dressed in a micro-mini skirt, a blouse to match and smart stiletto-heeled shoes. A quick breakfast and she was ready to carry out her plan.

 

  Driving her car at a slow, steady speed she searched like a huntress to find her prey. It was unwise to seek a potential victim in built-up areas lest other ID officers were about their duties, so she drove out into the more rural districts.  In the glove-department were two syringes, each one filled with the shrinking fluid but in this case, less potent than that prescribed by the government.

  She drove several miles almost despairingly until; at last, she spied a young man strolling along a lonely lane.  She drew up in front of him and beckoned to him.

 

  “Wow!” he exclaimed to himself, “she’s a stunner! Wonder what she wants. Lost I suppose.”   In all innocence and unsuspecting, he stepped up to the car, his expression asking that black beauty what she wanted; then he spoke just one word: “Yes?”

  “Do you live around here?” she asked.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Okay, what’s the village up ahead?”

  “Suumerdown. I live there.”

  “That’s good. I’m going there. Do you know a mister and misses Jones?”

  “Yes, there’re two families of that name.”

  “Can you help me find them?”

  “Yes, glad to…..”

  "Okay, jump in and I’ll drive us there and you can tell me where they live.”

 

   Tony happily climbed in the passenger-seat.  Anna was even more happier to find a nice strapping lad.  She had just started up the engine when she suddenly exclaimed: “O dear, I’ve just remembered!”  Tony glanced at her questioningly. She went on, feigning her annoyance of forgetting: “Look, I’ve forgotten some documents I’ve got to give to that Joneses couple. Do you mind if we go back to my place and get them?”

  “No,” Tony replied, “I’m not doing anything.”

  “You not got a job?”

  “Nah, can’t find one.”

  “What about your parents?”

  “They’ve been taken,” he answered rather casually.

  “Taken?”

  “Yeah, by the Nazi ID squad.”

  “Is that what you call them?” 

  “Yeah, bloody bitches. Last year. Don’t know where they are now.”

  “Was it because they hadn’t got their ID cards?”

  “Yeah, ‘spose so.”

  “Have you got a card?”

  “Nah. What for, anyway?”

  “It’s the law, you know.”

 

  All this conversation went on until Anna arrived at her residence. Her emotions, hidden of course, were now bubbling within her. Not only had she made a good catch, he was a worthy catch; somebody who deserved what he was to endure.

  “Come in,” she invited, “we’ll have a drink and I’ll drive back to Summerdown.”  As she spoke she drew the syringes from the glove department without Tony noticing.

  The first thing foremost in her feverish and fiendish mind was to have sex with the lad.

 

   In the house Anna bade him to sit in an armchair while she fetched him a refreshing fruit drink. As he drank she stood close to him declaring that she felt hot by the warm weather and, to his surprise and excitement, removed her blouse. His eyes nearly popped out of his head to see that she was naked from the waist up. He gazed at her breasts feeling a surge of desire well up in his loins. Quite unabashed, she unclipped her mini-skirt and let it drop to her feet.  “My God!” he gasped taking another gulp of the cool drink. All the while Anna fixed his gaze intently.

  “That feels better,” she murmured. “Now, Tony, would you like to take my knickers down?”

  Without any hesitation, he placed the glass on a nearside table and rose from his chair.

  “On your knees, Tony,” she said seductively.

  Trembling with sexual anticipation, Tony fell to his knees, his eyes flickering up at her Negroid features, to her breasts and the sky-blue scanty garment covering her modesty.

  With nerves as taut as piano wires, he nervously reached up to grasp the waistline of her knickers and gingerly drew them down.  His eyes widened as first the curly hairs came into view, and then he saw the fatty lips of her labia.

  Down, down went the flimsy material down those dark-skinned thighs. He caught the scent of her talcum powder and the faint aroma of her sex exuding from the erstwhile covered womanhood.

 

  Once the knickers were free from her still-shod feet, he looked up to see her standing with her feet spread apart. He couldn’t look at her pubes out of youthful apprehension, never having seen a naked female in real life, but he was confident enough to gaze in wonder at her tall, svelte figure that resembled a black goddess, an ebony stature.

 

  “Now take your things off,” she said firmly.   What thoughts really went through his mind can hardly be described sufficiently save that they were in a vortex of masculine confusion.  The only girl he had sex with was done in the dark and, typical of youth, was done in that clumsy, fumbling manner that seldom satisfies the girl.

 

  As soon as he was unclothed, Anna sat in the vacated armchair. She stretched out and spread her legs wide.  “On your knees, Tony,” she said in her velvety tone.

  Tony wondered nervously. He’d only lain with that girl he’d had. Surely that was the only way?  He began to feel worried - unless......

  "Now I want you to kiss me there,Tony."

  Her words...especially that intimate request...stunned him. It wasn't what he expected. The idea had flashed through his mind but was instantly dismissed as it repelled him.

  So he hesitated.   "Kiss me there!" she repeated with a degree of forcefulness.

Tony looked, which he should not have done. No matter how more mature males love to see females' genitalia, for a young, fairly inexperienced youth, the sight of it is repellant and quite distasteful.

 

  Tony stuttered and mumbled his apologies. Anna, with growing impatience, ordered him again to kiss her, and still he refused.

  Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.

 

  Anna sprang up from her chair and stepped swiftly to a sideboard where she had placed the syringes. She picked one and hurried back to the kneeling lad. With a quick movement she plunged the hypodermic needle into the side of his neck and pressed the plunger sending the injection into his bloodstream.  Tony gave a shout and struggled to his feet. He began staggering and then, within minutes, felt terribly queer: "What've you done?" he cried. "What's happening?"

  Anna stood watching him, a gleam of malice in her eyes. She stood majestically with no sign of emotion as Tony began to shrink. He saw that Anna was getting taller and the furniture around him was increasing in size. He gasped again: “What’s bloody happening?  O, my God!”

 

  The process took almost ten minutes because of the weaker solution, and by that time Tony stood at around six inches. Anna Baptiste was rather miffed. She wanted him slightly taller… about seven or eight inches….for what she had in mind.  She waited a little longer to see whether the process had stopped.  It had, and she stepped forward to grasp him in her hand.

  With bulging eyes, Tony was lifted up to her face. It must have been terrifying to be raised so high and come face to face with a giantess.  “Please….tell me….why…what are you going to do with me?”

  Anna merely smiled – not a friendly, loving smile as a girl might give to a doll, but a sinister smile.

  She brought him close to her face.  Naturally, Tony was terrified to be so close to a gigantic Negress’s face, albeit a beautiful, sensuous face yet with that primeval savagery about it.

  He stared into her huge, luminous brown eyes, saw her massive nostrils and those thick Negroid lips; and notwithstanding his terror, Tony felt a modicum of masculine desire stirring in his loins, but logic entered his youthful mind: what possibly can be the purpose of being aroused while he was but six inches tall – a mere twelfth her size.  He was soon to find out…….

 

  With her own passion rejuvenated, Anna carried Tony into her bedroom. She flung herself onto the bed and brought him back to her face: “You didn’t want to kiss me where I wanted, boy; so now I’m going to put you there.”

  To Tony’s added terror, she spread her long, lithe legs wide apart and positioned his head to the entrance of her vagina. He only gave a quick glance at the fatty labia, gave a gasp of dread and shut his eyes before she pressed his head against those resilient lips.

  A groan came from him and was immediately smothered as she urged him into her vagina.  Millimeter by millimeter he was thrust until he was inserted with only his tiny legs exposed and gripped by his dark-skinned tormentress; then began the steady movement as she pumped him in and outwards as her human dildo

  All too soon, Tony was gasping for air and unwillingly swallowing viscous fluid; and then he felt the hardening clitoris rubbing over his torso.  

 

  All at once, a deluge of creamy, viscous fluid washed over him and the walls of her vagina tightened around him squeezing him with a kind of sexual fervor.

  At that moment, Tony thought he was about to die, to expire in that black female’s vulva: but the contractions only lasted seconds and to his immense relief, he found himself withdrawn.    He took huge gulps of life-giving air; but his relief was short-lived.

  In the next instance he was confronted by her posterior orifice set in the epicenter of those firm bulbous cheeks, a much more fearsome place that most men find abhorrent.

 

  His high-pitched, piping screams filled the room as he felt his head being forced into that crinkled, clenched anus, the sphincter-muscle relaxing its hold at the entrance to her rectum.  If is previous introduction to Anna’s vagina was bad enough, her next foul intent was beyond obscenity.

  As previously, his tiny screams were silenced as his head entered the tight confines of her anus, the relative ease being accomplished by the lubrication of her vaginal emissions.    His shoulders proved a little more difficult, forcing the sphincter to expand as though she was defecating solid faeces.

  Mercilessly, Anna urged him deeper and deeper, the walls of her rectum gripping him with what can only be described as a ‘loving embrace’.

 

  Surely, he thought in abject despair, I won’t last long here. She’s surely going to kill me. What a place to die….trapped up a female’s foul, stinking, crushing back passage!

  All thoughts and visions of that young black lady’s physical beauty had all but evaporated from his mind, and the only consolation was that, if he did expire, it would undoubtedly be better than what she really intended.  However, Tony wasn’t aware of his eventual fate.

 

  Anna Baptiste, her ebony-skinned body thrilling with feeble struggles going on in her rectum, sighed and grunted, letting her long legs straighten out on her bed, and laid sprawled in blissful hedonism.  She felt the need to titillate her awakened clitoris that had emerged from its hood again demanding attention quite like a cat’s tail when one strokes its spine.    She was content to lie there dreamily playing with that male-like appendage and alternatively delving her fingers into her vagina; and what added to her excitement was the awareness of her victim’s struggling body that was discernable on the other side of the membrane separating the two passages.

 

  How Tony survived in that atrocious condition one can only wonder, yet he did – after a good ten minutes.   With a deep-throated grunt and spasmodic convulsions, Anna achieved her second orgasm.  As she relaxed into her euphoric state of mind and spirit, she slowly withdrew her very first, personal victim.

  Naturally, Tony was in a state collapse. His body, from his head to his hips, covered with her excrement, glistening and unpleasantly smelly.

  Anna took time to fully recover from her unique experience while Tony, in his turn, gasped and groaned as he gradually recovered.

 

  Anna swung her legs off the bed and stepped into her en-suite bathroom. There she held Tony under the warm tap to thoroughly rinse him off.  Anna felt hungry after her excesses. It was time.  She took him to her kitchen and spoke to him intoning the words made by Mrs Mitchell, the head of the department of ID, but slightly revised:

  “Tony, you have been found guilty in absentia under sub-section thirty-six of the prevention of terrorism act, of willfully undermining the security of the United Kingdom and its dominions.  You will therefore been sentenced to death by consumption. That sentence to be carried out now.”

 

  Tony was now in a state sheer terror. He understood consumption and knew it to mean eating, and that was to be his final ordeal.

 

   He stared in speechless horror at Anna Baptiste’s face. She lifted him to look at him closely. She sniffed over his body and found he was cleansed of her faeces.

   “Please, miss, don’t do that!” he cried. “I’m truly sorry. I’ll get an ID card. I really will!”    Tiny droplets of tears fell from his eyes. “My mum and dad.”

  At the mention of his parents he began to weep.

  Still holding him aloft, Anna told him unemotionally: “They’re dead, Tony. They’ve both been consumed and in one of my colleague’s belly.”

  At that revelation, Tony wept the more. He didn’t hear her add: “And now you’re going to be in my belly.”  So saying, she lowered him to her stomach: “That’s where you’re going.”   She rubbed his little face over her paunch and then raised him back up passing over her firm breasts and to her mouth.

  Gripping his shaking body in her fist, she guided one of his legs to her open mouth and closed her ivory incisors over the upper-thigh close to his groin.  With a snap she bit the leg clean off and began chewing it and occasionally licking the blood issuing from the wound.  Quickly mashing his limb, she swallowed and took the second leg and began the process of consuming.

  Next came his arms and his blood flowed copiously.  Anna then focused on his tiny genitals. A faint smile passed over her dark features before she set her incisors over the whole masculine package.  A quick nip and Tony was bereft of his erstwhile prized possessions.  All that while, in a state of shock, he saw himself being devoured and with the realization that he was about to be passed down her throat and down into her belly to follow the same course as his parents.

 

  The final moment of his earthly existence came when Anna placed his head in her mouth.  For those terrible moments Tony gazed weakly at the semi-darkness of her mouth, his head lying on her tongue, and although he was irreligious, he murmured “O God.” 

  As her teeth closed around his neck Tony’s life sped through his mind, and as he felt the pressure close over his throat and the back of his neck, visions of Anna Baptiste appeared: first her facial features, her breasts, her limbs, her buttocks, her womanhood and lastly that place he was soon to be sent – her stomach.   Her teeth clamped tight severing his head like the blade of the guillotine.  Anna’s teeth then did their masticating process followed by the action of swallowing.  His limbless torso, minus his genitals, then went the same way.  Anna was satisfied.  She drank some white wine to compliment her ghoulish meal and relaxed in her chair, her mind going over the unique experience of eating that young ne’er-do-well, and deciding that as it was an exciting experiment she would do it again before resuming her duties as an ID agent.

 

                                    The end.        

        

 

 

 

    

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