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This story contains graphical depiction of cruel acts, blood, torture and vilainous appreciation of their effects! Go away! now! Don't!

In any case, 18+ is clearly a requirement. Voila.

Two female hands over a title


~~

There she laid, naked and afraid, her tiny limbs flailing in a silent plea
on the cold surface of the white porcelain plate.


I gave the little woman a pout, hinting how little I did care about her life, her questions and her pain,
and quietly reached for the fork at the side of the plate. I intently followed my hand picking it and glanced
at her reaction while her eyes did the very same. A feral purr of delight briefly passed the corner of my lips
as she remained petrified, mesmerized by this motion.


She crawled frantically as I brushed the fork on her skin.
Squeaked as it pinned her.
And while she helplessly fought the relentless metal, I whispered :
- “There's nothing you can do to stop me, dear. No little scream of yours will help your cause.
You're the main course because I want it so, and…”
A bit more pressure was applied upon her back and I grinned at the effect it had on her convulsions.
- “ ... I can see i've made myself perfectly clear, morsel.”

This naughty little game I enjoyed for a few more seconds:
the screaming, the ravenous anticipation coursing through my veins...
The hunger.

I abruptly ceased her wailing and pressed altogether, downright impaling her on the fork,
the silver crushing her frail spine and sides. Her twitching body was daintily lifted to my lips
and I noticed with an amused smirk the tears running down her flushed cheeks.
Without further ceremony, i snatched her body from the fork with my parted teeth
and sunk them in the tender flesh, reveling in the intoxicating and literal taste of raw power.
I wiped a drop of blood from my lips with the tip of my index and stood up, sighing airily.
I was definitely in a mood to find more of these snacks. Maybe in an offi−


I looked up in surprise when a deafening rumble suddenly shook the ceiling of my flat and-
Another booming hit, shaking the very foundation of my walls, hurling the furniture upside down.
And this protruding thing shot through it, splitting my room in two.

I think i screamed.

But the next instant, the otherworldly occurrence receded, scraping everything in its path and,
soon enough, pulverized the front wall of my room, unveiling the outside.

I'm certain I screamed.


~~

"Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign
power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it."

Douglas MacArthur

I glanced at the little woman, screaming on the floor of what my nail had left of her mangled flat.

- “Amusing.”

At my very first word she clapped her hands to her ears and fell into a foetal position.
How could such frail little things have built so much with so little strength to begin with?
I crouched and brushed the remaining portion of the roof with the tip of my nail,
exposing her entirely, and waited with a smile. After a few seconds, she seemed to realize
that nothing more was going to happen and dared a glance up, meeting the lovely smile
of a very familiar face, way, way bigger than her own.

- “You know... I thought about you and your petty games of forks and shrunken snacks.”

Yes. Cower. Try to understand, sweetie.

- “They're pathetic.”


I reached and delicately pinched the little body between my thumb and forefinger,
inducing a dull groan of pain on her part. Once i brought her up to my eyes,
i thoroughly scrutinized her wriggling and trying to form words between gasps for air.
How could i ever have been this?

- “Pathetic little girls disgust me, and you know what?”

Slight squeeze for me; less ribcage for you.

- “Getting rid of them excites me.”

I stood up to my full height and regarded the city at my feet, offered up to me,
already flattened in places. A neat and satisfying job to begin with.
My foot seemed to have a life of its own as it planted on the building this withering little form
used to live in and turned it into nothing but compressed concrete and furniture.


Power was better left in good hands.
My hands.

I tugged at the waistband of my panties, aimed and dropped her inside,
letting her slide down the fabric to my lips. Playfully let the elastic snap back to my skin.
My fingers glided delicately over my curves, seeking, sensing, until the tip of my index
found the frightened little bulge struggling against my moistening folds. I smiled and pushed.
There was a little pressure, a perceptible pop, and a slight warmth that spread and joined my own.
Barely anything. Merely everything I meant.

I turned my triumphant 150'-tall body to the left, feasting my eyes upon the still-intact part of the city,
noticed a particularly evocative building and cheerfully stomped my way toward it.
I felt big. Fucking big.
Big enough to give the little town a show she’d never forg−

All the air in my lungs was suddenly expelled and I was hurled forward, sent crashing through
the urban construction. The realization of pain, vicious and tearing, came right after. I coughed
dust and blood and looked back as best as the pain allowed me to.
Oh. No.

I certainly knew these shoes and i... just wasn’t expecting their gracious shape to fill my sight.


~~

"I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve."
Isoroku Yamamoto

I felt nothing but contempt.
The naked woman, barely covering a tenth of the grey city patch at my feet,
looked up at my magnificence with widened eyes, experiencing a panic she thought
she’d never feel again. This is what she’d been up to… toying with a city,
stepping on its population, likely about to use this building to masturbate…
How could one call this a life? 
How could any being call herself powerful, living like this?
The power of mice.
I swiped the heel of my Roger Viviers on the megapolis, casually erasing it
from the blackboard of existence, squinted my eyes and watched her crawl clumsily backwards.

- “ Just… tell me, dear… Do you realize how you so perfectly embody emptiness?”

Oh. I guess this one-finger salute was supposed to represent her pride... Fine.
I smirked contemptuously and slowly lifted the shoe i kicked her with. Its sole leaned
against her whole frame and i absent-mindedly wondered how it felt for the even-smaller ones,
the many specks who had ended beneath her. And since there’s no use in speaking with mice,
as proud as they may be, i lowered my foot, smooth and slow. The feeling of her little body
being painfully thrust into the ground had a certain appeal to it…  Aww… she fights… pushes even…
here, have a break and breathe, little mouse.

I set my foot aside and smiled in amusement at her battered body, her oddly bent limbs. 
Yes… she surely fought her best against my mere foot, but lay there defeated and pleading all the same. 

- “ You know the deal, or at least you thought you knew: the weak have no say.”

The guilty protest dying on her lips showed me without a doubt how dearly
she knew and, to my great satisfaction, submitted.

- “ Now... die an entertaining death, will you?”

I placed the tip of my heel over the crater her body was burrowed in and laid it
with deadly precision on the upper half of her curled form. Tiny hands grabbed it,
useless and singing my praise. I nonchalantly used my heel as a pestle and
ground her into what each and every living being eventually became before me: nothing.

I sighed and lifted my heel from her remains; nothing would ever compare to this.
Nothing could compare to what i’d become. I walked a few dreamy steps
and sat on the border of the continent, put my shoes on the shore and dipped
my feet in the cold ocean, watching the shades of the setting sun playing on its waves.

After a few relaxing minutes, i noticed something odd about them. They became… slower, hesitant.
Waves after waves began to recede, the whole ocean seemingly fleeing from me. And as the shore
grew longer by the minute, i felt it too: a gradually stronger force pulling me forward. Soon enough,
the ocean, once vibrant and blue, had turned into a vast hollow before me. I widened my eyes
and followed its course, resisting the growing force with each step and sighted… above the horizon line,
long strands of dark swirling curls, floating into space. As I walked confused and unsettled, as the force
revealed to be inescapable, the sight of hair slowly uncovered… a forehead… eyes.


~~


"All Celestial Bodies whatsoever, have an attraction or gravitating power towards their own Centers.
They do also attract all the other Celestial Bodies that are within the sphere of their activity."

Robert Hooke


I blinked in disbelief and barely could restrain a laugh as i witnessed the human form
walking reluctantly on the planet’s surface. So it was inhabited after all. 
Well, if one can call this inhabited … 

- “And where do you think you’re going? I’m everywhere.”

The puny female gasped and fell clumsily, mouth agape, showing rather than saying how
my sheer presence defeated her. That priceless look on her face only made
the whole ordeal better. How sweet things may be when planets are not just these boring,
tasteless balls of sustenance. 

In fact, the sight of this little woman tottering towards me on the blue marble tingled something
I'd thought long gone. Something I was going to enjoy like the finest meal and she’d soon call her fate. 

As my hand calmly reached for earth, I stared in amusement at her dawning realization
that she’d been the ruler of a speck. She dared move no further as my thumb and forefinger
pinched the orb, digging into its crust and daintily plucking it from its orbit. Not a single one
of her muscles twitched when I brought it before curious eyes half the planet’s diameter and probed her.
She gave me that startled look again and stammered:

- “H-how come...?”
- “... I’m so incomparably more real than you are?”

At these words, the little woman buried herself in silence. She made a few trembling steps
in the empty ocean, pondering her options and finally, reluctantly bowed. I barely acknowledged
the gesture with a slight cock of my eyebrow.

- “Aww… is this hope i’m seeing here?”

Quietly, the one who used to be everything nodded. I smirked and concluded:

- “Let me crush that for you, speck.”

As she raised her gaze in shock, flailed her arms in a pathetic attempt to avert her fate,
I lowered the planet to my lips and whispered:

- “Hope is just as you are…”

I softly pressed my fingers on the planet, feeling its round shape mold and yield.
The cold fabric of space entered my nostrils as I breathed in, and my lips curled into a smile.
I blew softly on the planet and the frail little being suddenly fell on her knees.
She clutched her neck, gasping for an atmosphere that had just been wiped away.

- “... fleeting”.

I lifted earth and the scene of her struggle for air to my eyes again. She dropped to her side
and scratched her nails on the surface of a dead planet. As I watched with a growing satisfaction,
she slowly succumbed to panic. I lowered the sad little thing to my crotch and gently
parted my moist labia, letting her witness the full glory of my arousal.

I cooed softly:

- “There… fulfill your intended purpose. Feed me your tiny kingdom.”

My fingers parted, releasing the captive planet, and I rested my hands upon spread thighs,
eagerly waiting for gravitation do its work. It wasn’t long before its second principle came into play
and I bit my lower lip as I followed the planet slowly moving toward my ravenous depths
with gleaming eyes. At the thought of the little one’s helplessness and its doomed planet,
I moaned softly and felt anticipation tingling my groin.

Earth... softly nestled in my folds and the woman let out an audible and relieved gasp for air,
for I had, like any decent celestial body, an atmosphere of my own. To my delight, she grabbed
a portion of my clit, put the newfound air to good use and screamed wildly. My hands gently
slithered along my thighs and brushed against my glistening vulva, drawing from me a sig−


~~

"When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe."
John Muir

Some I kept in the form of paintings, some were carpets, jewels, clothes…
anything my gaze, skin, and feet liked to effloresce. 
Universes are the luscious fabric I shape and live in.

My fingers were currently wrapped around a particularly appealing female body
devouring a planet with her sex. My hand and arm defied a thousand laws,
crossed a dozens dimensions for this to happen.
Yet all I could feel as I suffocated her—as she melded from ecstasy to incomprehension and pain—was indifference.
I pulled her body along quaky planes, had her experience height, time, light,
and soul as a single burning point, hoping her mind wouldn’t snap and brought her into existence:
namely, my opened palm.
I considered her, the naked embodiment of a demoted, self-appointed goddess
and smiled as I made up my mind. I upturned my hand, and she flaccidly hit the surface
of my plate with a faint thud. The former planet and its inhabitants followed her course
and splatted, forming two little red and grey dots around her thighs. I could have explained
the shocked goddess how things effectively worked, how everything revolved around my whim
and, right now, my plate… but enough. Pain and fear were all she needed to know.

I opted for the most efficient introduction to my little breakfast.
- “I’m gonna eat you.”

There she laid, naked and afraid, her tiny limbs flailing in a silent plea
on the cold surface of the white porcelain plate.


~~


I rotate the ever-changing marble, finely engraved with the word Power, between my thumb and forefinger.
I watch its content, marvelling at all the minuscule silhouettes acting this constant fight for power…
the gourmet, the giantess, the earth lady, the planetary-sized voracious girl, the creator, and everything in between.
All of them, one of them, doing the same and feral dance of teasing, domination and pleasure.
Each and everyone finally subjected to the power they once held. 
All of them… entertaining me until I decide that this Power I crafted is no longer fun.
Casually, I flick the marble and randomly pick up another one on my shelf.
Over the chaotic and infinite imagery it displays, on its glass surface is this word embossed:

Freedom




Notes : Many many thanks to Aborigen and Nyx for their review and help!

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