What happened?

Henry awoke with sock mouth, like someone had stuffed a woolen sock in his mouth and he slept with it overnight. He felt groggy, he thought his eyes were open, but everything was still black. He tried to sit up and panicked when he realized not only could he not sit up, he couldn’t move at all, he was completely immobilized. Panic gripped him. What the hell had happened? One minute he was tussling with Vanessa, the next he’s blind and couldn’t move.

“Aagh,” he made a noise, the effort difficult with sense of being smothered by an omnipresent uniform weight bearing down on him, strong enough to pin him but not so heavy as to prevent him from breathing all together.

“Help!” he yelled, though weakly, the weight on him preventing him from getting full throat.

“No, I think he’s awake now,” said a female voice, it sounded like Emilie, fairly loud but muffled.

“Okay,” replied Vanessa. Suddenly the weight was off him, bright light stabbing his eyes. He raised a hand to cover them as they needed to adjust, he didn’t get a chance to see what it was that had been pressing down on him.

Vanessa chuckled softly to Emilie as they looked down on him. Henry Smith. The moment they entered the bar they both felt an aura of wrongness about him, something that just didn’t seem right. An intuitive feeling that set inner alarms jangling. It was funny, he had taken such pains to make himself unremarkable, but now everything he had done to make himself innocuous worked in the women’s favor, no one would really remember him.

“Hello Henry,” Vanessa said, large smile on her face when he finally opened his eyes. His mouth still felt dry and he hadn’t shaken the grogginess yet. Looking up at her, he was befuddled. She was positively gigantic, her face loomed over him. “I know you must be confused and it’s going to be difficult to understand, but take a moment, it will come to you.” She leaned back to allow him to see the environment.

He didn’t know what to say, at first he thought he must be hallucinating. He laughed trying to figure out where the heck he was. The décor was the same as his motel room, he looked back up at the women then to the generic bedspread. The interior of the expansive motel room was the same, but huge, everything but him. Vanessa sat on one side of him, Emilie the other.

Emilie chuckled softly. “I think he’s starting to get it,” she said.

Vanessa smiled. “Are you with us Henry?” she asked. He thought she sounded far away as the lights seemed to dim.

“He’s going to pass out,” Emilie said humorously.

Henry fought the darkness encroaching on his vision, eyes clearing. Looking back up at the women as they towered over him, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and afraid inside the cavernous room. They were still dressed as he remembered from the bar, yet they were utterly titanic. How? He wondered. He laughed, “This isn’t happening,” he said, trying to convince himself of the utter improbability of what he was seeing.

Vanessa snapped her fingers, the sound a thunder crack to his tiny ears. “Henry?” she said, pulling his attention back to her.

Pulling himself into a seated position, he noticed his nakedness for the first time and felt embarrassed and small.

Emilie stood up, the mattress springing up with the removal of her weight.

“I don’t understand,” he said plaintively.

“What’s to understand?”

“I’m an alpha,” he responded meekly.

Emilie laughed. “An alpha?” she said, walking back to the side of the bed, quizzical look on her face.

“Whatever you think you were is irrelevant,” Vanessa stated, a dismissive wave of her hand.

“No,” he bleated, like a sullen child.

“Wait,” Emilie said to Vanessa, touching her on the shoulder. “What do you mean Henry?” she asked.

“You don’t understand, I am destined for greatness, my vision, my work.”

The two women exchanged glances momentarily. “Work?” Emilie asked.

“You wouldn’t understand, couldn’t, it’s beyond you, silly, stupid, vapid creatures you are,” he said.

Vanessa raised her eyebrows. “I guess we’ve been told.”

“I don’t know how you’ve done this thing to me, but you need to fix it. My legacy cannot end this way,” he continued.

Emilie tapped an index finger against her chin before snapping her fingers. “I think I’ve got it!” she exclaimed. “Henry is no ordinary guy are you?”

He shook his head.

“Our little Henry is a murderer, and I’m guessing he’s the guy the newspapers have been calling the Southwest Slasher!”

Vanessa nodded, “”That would explain a few things,” she said.

Looking down, Vanessa moved her hand beside him, tapping him lightly on the chest with the nail of her right index finger. “You’ve been a very bad man Henry,” she said in a serious tone.

“Ignorant cunt,” he replied.

“Whoa,” said Emilie, “There’s no need to use the C word,” she admonished.

Vanessa pressed down firmly with the finger tapping his chest, pinning him to the bed. “They say you torture your victims Henry, keeping them alive for days, playing. How many have there been, 5, 6?” she asked.

“I told you that you wouldn’t understand,” he replied.

“There’s something I want you to understand, your life is done. You are now nothing more than an amusement, an idle fancy to entertain us, a plaything for us to use and be done with,” Vanessa said as she stood up. Reaching under her top, she pulled it over her head and off, exposing spectacular breasts, each were the size of a small house. “You and I are going to have some fun,” she said, cheerfully. “Well me more than you.” She tucked her thumbs into the elastic band of her shorts and with a little hip shake and wiggle, slid them off, exposing her smooth clean sex.

“This isn’t real,” he mumbled, standing up and staring up at the fully nude woman towering over him. Out of his periphery, he could Emilie seated on the other bed in the room.

Vanessa smiled. “But it is real Henry. You like games, so now we’re going to play one. Do you see the pillows?” she asked, pointing toward the headboard of the bed his was standing on.

His gaze followed her hand. Looking at the pillows they seemed to be a couple of hundred feet distant. He looked back at her and nodded.

“If you can make it there, you might survive this encounter,” she said with a wink and a grin. “I’ll even give you ten second head start. Emilie will count”

“I don’t understand,” he protested.

“1,” Emilie started.

“Wait, please, I don’t understand,” he pleaded.

“2, better hurry, 3,” Emilie advised, still continuing to count.

He started to move toward the pillows, but the bedspread was spongy and the footing made it hard for him to run.

“4, 5, 6,” she counted.

He tried to run faster, but he not even halfway to the pillows yet.

“7, 8, 9,” she continued.

He was huffing and puffing, spurred on by fear.

“9 and a half, 9 and three quarters,” Emilie said, tone becoming more excited.

From his new perspective he was only about thirty feet from safety when she called out ten. Suddenly the ground bounced beneath him as Vanessa flung herself onto the bed. She landed with her arms partially outstretched, hands over top of him.

“Got you!” she said, curling the fingers of her right hand under him and pulling him toward her face. She had his legs and hips pinned in her grasp, but his shoulders and arms were free. He put his hands out in a feeble defensive gesture as he approached her face.

“No!” he shrieked. “You can’t do this,” he whined.

“Can’t?” she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice, holding him high over her perfect nude body. Sitting up, she switched her hold, now restraining his arms as well as his legs.

“Look how beautiful she is,” Vanessa said, turning him so he could see Emilie.

Emilie laughed as she stood, moving slowly, seductively, her hips gyrating sensually as she removed her top and tossed it back on the bed behind her. Turning, she put her legs together and bent over straight legged, pulling down her shorts and panties together, the gusset of the panties clinging to the diamond cleft where her pussy was before reluctantly letting go and sliding down her shapely legs.

Vanessa brought Henry to her mouth, sucking his head between her lips and licking at his face, the way she might for lollipop. As she sucked him in, he thought his lungs might explode from the pressure. “Ready?” Vanessa asked, looking at Emilie.

The blonde nodded, big smile on her face.

Vanessa sucked him into her mouth, this time all the way. He tossed and tumbled, buffeted about by her tongue, a lingering hint of the cranberry vodka cocktail lingering there as she drenched him in her warm saliva. Suddenly there was another tongue, intertwining with the first. He felt himself draw into the other mouth. He opened his mouth and tried to gobble for air, swallowing more saliva than anything else. White molars flashed around, he thought for sure he was going to be chewed at any moment. When the kissing stopped, Vanessa drooled him into the palm of her right hand. Emilie sat at the edge of the bed, legs parted wide. Vanessa kneeled in front of her, Henry still in her palm between the women. Pushing her legs open wider, Vanessa used her free hand to spread the puffy lips of Emilie’s glistening pussy, her clit was starting to stiffen at the anticipation of the pleasure she was about to receive. Vanessa closed her hand back around Henry’s tiny body.

He was powerless to move in any way other than to try and turn his head. Inverted as he was, he watched as he was lowered to the other woman’s massive vagina. The aroma of excited genitals filled his nostrils as his face was pressed against the tightening tissue. Gently, almost tenderly, Vanessa stroked the length of Emilie’s pussy with him, circling around the weeping pink opening, teasing her, using him to heighten Emilie’s sexual need. Rubbing him across the sensitive area more vigorously as Emilie’s excitement mounted, she turned him, quickly pushing him inside the wet pussy feet first all the way to his chest. A finger to either side of his head, Vanessa pushed him some more, he felt himself being drawn into the tight channel, muscles undulating all around him as he was swallowed inside the vagina.

Vanesa, leaned in, tonguing Emilie’s delicate femininity, lapping away at all of the delicious fluid seeping out her. Emilie had her hands on Vanessa’s head, pulling her closer with the impending climax, her breath coming faster and faster as he pulse raced. Unable to stop the inexorable tide of exquisite pleasure Emilie surrendered to orgasm, pushing Vanessa’s head back and bringing her legs together quickly as the first wave of the orgasm rolled through her, followed by another, then another.

Henry remained pinned, held fast by her convulsing vagina and the iron force of her legs. Had he breath in his lungs, he would have screamed as his body was crushed by her unrelenting pleasure. He felt bones in his ribs snap. He thought for sure he would suffocate.

Slowly, wicked sensations fading, Emilie parted her legs, opening herself. Vanessa smiled, slipping first one then another finger into Emilie. Finding Henry’s head, shed grabbed it between thumb and forefinger, pulling him free of the pussy.

“Mmm, that was nice,” Emilie admitted, tussling her own hair as she lay back on the bed, the sensations lingering in her body.

Vanessa smiled and stood up, “My turn,” she said, rolling Henry onto Emilie’s tight tummy.

Lying on his side, he coughed and shuddered, mewling in pain. “Please, stop,” he begged, unable to get a full breath.

“Stop?” Emilie said, sweeping a hand across her belly and capturing him in her grip. “We are only getting started,” she said with a giggle.

Vanessa crawled onto the bed beside Emilie, the two sharing a kiss, while Emilie with a slick Henry in her hand, massaged the erect nipple and sensitive aureole of Vanessa’s left breast.

She was on all fours, bum in the air. She held his lower body in her mouth while she worked fingers in and out of Vanessa’s snug anus. Plucking him out of her mouth, Emilie pushed him feet first into the opening, his ribs screaming agony at the pressure she was applying but his little body didn’t go in. Emilie frowned, turning him slightly, she tried again to slide him in, twisting him to facilitate entry. He felt his leg folded at an awkward angle, but Emilie was undeterred in her effort, driving him harder against the tight bud. Suddenly he felt his lower leg snap and he was pushed into Vanessa’s ass to his chin, the tight sphincter closing around his neck and holding him fast, while the rest of his body felt crushed by her powerful muscles. Successful, Emilie leaned in and licked Vanessa from behind, tonguing first the redhead’s pussy then trailing her tongue up the crease to his head. Smiling, she puckered her lips and kissed his whole head. Crawling under Vanessa into a sixty nine position, Vanessa on top, he watched Emilie lapping away. He could actually feel her fingers through the thin connective as Emilie inserted two into Vanessa’s ravenous pussy, each thrust stabbing excruciating pain in his broken leg.

He didn’t know how much time passed, each moment an eternity prolonged by the torture of his tiny broken body. When Vanessa finally experienced orgasm, the spasms of her body compressed him inside her dark tunnel, her tight asshole choking the life out of him with each pulse of pleasure. Spots dancing at the edge of his vision, he prayed unconsciousness would claim him and bring his suffering to an end, but as the wave began to subside, the promise of oblivion dissipated.

Vanessa rolled over onto her back, fleshy cheeks squeezing his face as she lay next to Emilie. Emilie said, “Your butt is so tight, I don’t know if I can pluck him out without breaking his little neck,” rolling onto her side and stroking Vanessa’s face and hair.

He didn’t hear the sound the slap made, but he did feel the ripple through the cheek as Emilie slapped Vanessa’s bottom.

Vanessa laughed. Hoping up off the bed, she walked to the bathroom. Lowering the toilet, she sat down. Tightening her muscles, she pushed against, driving him out through her anus. He winced, teeth clenched together as she slowly expelled him, He hung suspended a moment, dangling over the white porcelain, before finally he was free splashing down into the clean cool water.

He cried out, his leg and side causing him pain. He was trying to get to the shallower water near the front of the bowl as Vanessa unleashed a torrent of urine, spraying a thick stream into the water where he struggled to gain some purchase, the salty spray getting into his eyes, mouth and pushing him back and creating a froth atop the surface of the water. Grabbing a piece of toilet paper, she dried herself and dropped it into the bowl. Getting up off the toilet, she turned back to press the handle.

“No, don’t flush,” Emilie said, dropping her ass onto the toilet seat. Like Vanessa before, she urinated, the warm amber liquid raining down on him.

The slope of the toilet bowl and the slipperiness of the porcelain coupled with his battered condition made it near impossible for him to gain any type of footing to prevent himself from sliding into the deeper water.

Finished, Emilie also dabbed herself and dropped the tissue into the bowl. She reached for the handle. Vanessa put her hand on Emilie’s. “You know we still have a ways to go, we might still get some use of him,” she suggested.

Emilie looked down at him and seemed to ponder a moment. “He looks pretty pathetic, I don’t know if he has much left in him,” she said.

His broken body floating amidst the foam in the toilet, breathing coming in ragged gasps. “No more,” he croaked.

Vanessa exchanged a look with Emilie. Reaching into the toilet, she grabbed him by his uninjured leg and lifted him out of the bowl, lying him on the linoleum of the bathroom floor.

“Thank you,” he managed between sobs, his broken leg obscenely angulated at an improbable angle.

Emilie shook her head. Moving her right foot over him, she used her big toe and pressed down on him over his hips. He struggled, trying to push back at the pressure. There was an audible cracking sound. She removed her foot, a surprised expression on her face. “That was loud,” she said.

“I think that was his pelvis,” Vanessa said, nodding.

Henry clutched at his hips, the pain agonizing.

“I should have just finished it, but the sound startled me, I didn’t think it was going to be that loud,” Emilie said.

“Here,” said Vanessa, placing the heel of her left foot at Henry’s feet, shifting her weight forward slowly. He screamed as best his shattered ribs would allow as the bones in his feet and ankles were pulverized. There was nothing he could do as she continued lowering her foot, over his broken lower leg, his thighs, fractured pelvis. He pushed his arms up against her descending foot, but they broke under the force. There was a pop and her foot was all the way down. Lifting her foot, Vanessa examined the remnants of Henry, his ruptured body clinging to the underside of her foot. Scraping him off on the edge of the toilet, she let his corpse fall into the yellow water below before taking toilet paper and wiping off her foot.

Emilie grabbed a tissue and knelt down, wiping up the greasy stain on the floor, before dropping the tissue into the toilet and flushing it.

Walking out of the bathroom, Vanessa said, “That Cleeve was kind of cute,” she conceded, picking up her shorts.

“Right?” said Emilie enthusiastically.

They exchanged a smile as they dressed. Once done, Emilie opened the door and stepped out. Vanessa stopped at the door, brought her hand to her mouth and blew a kiss back into the empty room, “Goodnight Henry,” she said, before closing the door behind her.