Really a nice story, but..you forgot to add vore and insertion to the categories.

I love this story, from the first time I read it, many years ago. It really pulls you in, sticks in your head and makes you think (or shudder) like all good stories should.

As for the vore, I love it as well! Please leave it in.

Excellent story banfield. It was captivating right to the end. Excpet for being torn apart and eaten alive, I think it all might be fun.

I was hoping that the women would have put him in the toilet and relieved themselves on him. But still, an excellent story.

What happened to the second part though, where the writing all got scrunched together.

Author's Response:

Ah, Anonymous, a blast from the past, as they say. 2006!  My, my, much water has gone under the bridge since then.  So glad you enjoyed the story (and others in this site) but am sorry the gory parts do not bode well with you.  However, like any artist, one can only paint or write to one's imagination and intent. For example, I have painted (in oils) several exciting females but cannot/do not portray males - or anything else for that matter.

This copy of Banfield's great story is incomplete - appears to have been truncated. It has another 1800 words in it.

Following is the rest of this story:

... and with her free hand callously ripped one of his arms from his shoulder and threw it onto the dressing-table, then seized the other arm. Eduardo, for that was surely who he was, screamed hideously, but caught up with the pleasure of dismembering the annoying little man, Denise tore the other arm with a frightful wrench and tossed it to join the former limb. With no regard for her lover, Leda, Denise, not having had a cup of tea yet, felt suddenly thirsty. She put her mouth to one shoulder and then the other to drink the blood. Yes, real blood! The poor, wretched Eduardo had, quite literally become human. Gone now was that assertion, that defiance he had so bravely adopted at that young, beautiful, up and coming model of giant proportions to his twelve inch stature.

Like a little girl playing on her own with vicious adolescence, capturing insects, Denise turned to his legs. 'Noooooo!' he screeched; but the fiendish "game" went on. A big grin appeared over her seductive features as she grasped one leg. With just that extra effort, the limb broke away from his hip-joint. It fell close to his ripped-off arms. The last limb then followed leaving the horrified midget totally limbless. Denise then sadistally lapped at the blood flowing from whence his legs had been, then her eyes focussed on his dangling genitals. 'I haven't had break- fast yet,' she giggled. Again he screamed as she raised his torso to her mouth. Blood dripped from all four places from where his limbs had been torn.

First, she extended her bloodied tongue and lapped at the masculine appendages, the penis and testicles waved to and fro, yet still the wretched creature howled and screamed. There seemed he could not die as a man would under such dreadful circumstances.

She glanced at him with a lustful and pitiless grin and opened her mouth just a little to embrace his genitals with her sexy lips. 'Mmmm...a teeny sausage and two teeny eggs,' she murmured, and then quickly caught the organs between her sharp teeth, another aspect of her beauty she took great care of. She bit and as her teeth gradually met the little man let out a high- pitched squeal. Denise closed her lips and gazed at him as she sucked the tiny morsels, sending them from one side of her mouth to the other, soaking them with her saliva. Then her teeth began their mastication, chewing them up to a pulp. 'Mmmm...' she murmured, then gave a swallow. Eduardo saw her throat bob as his manly possessions slid down her gullet.

'Denise, Denise!' came a call from downstairs, 'It's nearly twelve, you know, aren't you feeling well...or are you still asleep? I can make you a little breakfast!' There came the sound of footfalls ascending the narrow staircase. A sense of guilt and panic erupted in the girl's heart. She was holding the unmanned and limbless Eduardo in her hand, his genitals being digested in her stomach, his limbs lying on the dressing-table. Quick as a flash, her mind concocting excuses, she parted her legs and, as if inserting a tampon, pushed him out of sight into her glutinous vagina. Then hastily picked up the limbs and wrapped them in the soiled underwear.

'Have you got a pad or something?' she called just as Leda entered the bedroom, 'I've just star- ted,' referring to her monthly periods. The pretty girl purposely shewed the signs.

'Yes, my darling. I always keep them as an emergency, in case I start during the night.' Leda, deceived by her sex-partner's cunning subterfuge, took out a packet of s.t's from the drawer in which she stored her knickers. As she handed the s.t's to Denise she peered into the drawer: 'That's odd. Where's that doll?' Denise, adopting a casual indifference, placed a pad under her crotch and put on a fresh pair of knickers: 'Don't know. You did put him back there, didn't you?'

'Yes, I'm sure I did,' muttered Leda as she pulled one pair and another of her knickers aside. 'He's not here.' She opened other drawers with the same result. 'Now where could he be?'

As Denise pulled her knickers up tight over the bulging pad, she felt the squirming Eduardo in her vagina. God, she thought to herself, the bugger's still alive! She then thought about the small pile of undies lying there on the floor, and the evidence of her savagery. 'I'll get rid of these,' she said as calmly as she could, and gathered them up. As Leda continued searching she asked Denise if he was in amongst them. Denise pretended to squeeze the underclothes. 'No, not here. I'll take these down and pop them in the washing-machine...Okay?' Then, as she stepped from the room she again kept up the pretence: 'I think he must have got out of here when I went for a pee earlier. I thought I heard something...thought it was a mouse or something.' Leda cursed: 'Damn...damn...damn!' Denise wore a smirk on her face as she descended the staircase. So much for "True love." She quickly re- moved the limbs from the washing and stuffed them deep into the rubbish-bin in the kitchen then crammed the undies into the washing-machine. Yet again using her conniving initiative, she turned the machine on - just in case. Every now and then she gave a start as the dismembered figure deep inside her wriggled about.

Leda was terribly upset. It was as if she'd lost a dear pet. 'Never mind,' smiled Denise with false compassion, 'You've still got me.' Leda was slightly mollified. 'Yes, darling, but you won't be with me for very long. You'll soon be off on some shoot somewhere. America or .... Look, darling, I really must pop out. You can come with me if you want. I must try and find a local gipsy camp.' Denise's heart sprang as an opportunity lit up in her scheming mind, but her _expression shewed her reluctance. 'Leda, I'm rather hungry and I need a shower or a good soak. You go and I'll be all right.'

'Are you sure, my love?' Denise was sure right enough. She waved "tearfully" as Leda hurried off on her quest to find that wizened old gipsy-woman.

Once she was gone, Denise hoisted her skirt and drew her knickers down and off her feet. She spread her lithe legs and removed the s.t. There was blood on it but not, surprisingly, very much. She then squatted and began inserting her fingers into her vulva until she felt Duardo. Very slowly she drew him out of her vagina. Astoundingly, he was still alive and would have been kicking if he had the legs to do so. She gazed at him in amazement, his head, face and torso besmeared with her vaginal fluids. His eyes were blinking in the bright light and his mouth dribbling with her mucus.

'I don't like competition,' she said to him. 'I think Leda was getting too fond of you. It's me she loves, and me who gets her all sexy and that. So you've really got to go. Now I know you can't die. She told me. So, how do I really get rid of you? I could simply chop you up into tiny bits and flush you down the lavvy-pan, or perhaps put you into the mincing machine? I 'spose I could just burn you up, but we don't have a fire...too warm for that. No, I've got a super idea...' He looked at her in terror, hearing all those ghastly ways of being got rid of. He could only wriggle his torso and shake his head as he shrieked in despair. Whichever way she decides, it will be terrible.

'Ah, I know,' she said beaming all over her lovely face, her eyes sparkling with her diabolical idea, 'I'm really hungry. Haven't had anything 'cept your little things...' A unearthly howl came from him: 'Please!' he screeched, 'not that! You can't be so cruel!'

'Oh, yes I can,' she replied contritely, 'I can be as cruel as I like. Anyway, you can't die, no matter how I kill you or anything. So I've decided what I'm going to do...' She paused for a moment relish- ing his terror, then she slowly licked her lips. She saw his eyes widen, and then he howled when she parted her lips to reveal her sparkling white teeth. She straightened up and carried him to the table. She sat and held him over a plate. 'Now, where shall I start?' she murmured, her eyes going from his head down to his torso. An evil smile came over her. 'Here, I think,' she said, and lifted his stumped torso to her gaping mouth. He screamed as her teeth closed over his midriff, just over his navel. His pleading eyes stared up at hers as she clenched her teeth. Blood poured from his upper trunk almost filling her mouth. She gave a gulp sending the rich-red blood down her throat. 'Mmmm...' she mumbled with her mouth full, 'It's like delicious claret!' She then took another bite, this time over his neck. His head was left in her fingers - and still he lived. She made him look as she chewed his torso, the sound of crunching bones quite audible. Droplets of blood trickled fom the corners of her lips. Her tongue periodic- ally curling out to gather it up.

'Mmmm...delicious! I really needed that...'specially on an empty tummy,' she mumbled. It took time for the gory contents of her mouth to be fully masticated before she swallowed.

'Now your head,' she said, 'Then you'll all be gone, all in my belly. Can't think how you're still alive.' She spoke quite casually, looking at him as she would a large sweet - a kind of gob- stopper. Into her mouth went Eduardo's head. She happily, without any conscience, began sucking it as she went up to the bathroom to take a leisurely bath.

As she lay in the hot steamy water liberally mixed with bathsalts and perfumed oils, she hoped and prayed almost that Leda would never find that gipsy; but if she did, and purchase another doll, she vowed it would go the same way as Eduardo. She smoothed the slick contours of her body with the palms of her hands as she placed the head between her teeth. She was sure she could hear the shrieking sounds coming from Eduardo's mouth. With a sadistic smile, languishing in the hot bath, she bit. A crack sounded followed by the crunching of her molars.

We leave that dissolute vixen as she masticates the head of that wretched Eduardo who will, as he is cursed, exist for eternity in her belly... his everlasting sepulchre of a living body.....


Author's Response: Thank you, Safetypin, for adding the remainder of this story. What a pity we writers don't get much response! That's probably why there is such a scarcity of stories. I do have more such yarns but one loses the heart to post them because of the seemingly lack of interest. How sad! Banfield