They say that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts
absolutely.
The two women wielded a power over others that had never
been seen before in the history of mankind and would never be seen again.
What had started with a single foolish young man and his quickly
murdered friend had since billowed into a harvest of tens, then hundreds, then
over a thousand innocent souls.
As with any resource surplus, as Beth and Rachel captured
more shrunken humans the value of those human lives in their possession lessened.
Not that either woman had placed much value on the lives of others
in the first place.
Beth sat on the floor of her room, naked and resplendent.
Her legs were spread wide, a length of red silk ribbon coiling
around her wrist, drawn in by the fingers of her left hand.
Her right was between her legs. A single finger pushed into
her womanhood, providing a fulcrum behind which the silk ribbon hissed. She gasped
as it kissed her clitoris, the gentle sensation adding to the joy of her game.
The opposite end of the ribbon trailed across the floor
until it met a group of shrunken people.
They were all naked, with tiny steel rings around their throats.
The ribbon threaded through these rings like a leash around a dog’s neck.
Red faced and screaming, Beth watched serenely as they
fought for their lives.
Her movements were gentle and gradual. With each twist of
her wrist, the group were dragged forwards.
Most pulled and resisted, tricking themselves into believing
this was a tug of war they could win. Others shuffled forwards, hands clasped
before them in prayer to the Goddess who drew them to their doom. One was lying
on the floor, possibly already dead, being dragged at the back like a sausage
on a link.
Their cries were intoxicating, Beth bit her lip as they
moved above her knees.
She gasped, a squeal of delight following as one grabbed on
to the inside of her thigh. Its tiny hands scrabbled at her skin, trying to gain
purchase as if it could stop the inevitable.
Nothing they could do could stop her.
She was a hundred times their size with more strength in one
finger than they held in all their bodies combined.
They were insects, she was a God.
This became no more apparent as the first tiny body pushed
against her hot, wet pussy.
She purred as another joined it, dragged to the right of her
finger, the digit manipulating them inside of her.
The sensation was amazing, better than she could imagine as
human after human was swallowed by her womanhood. Inside of her they writhed
like a single mass, arms and legs and mouths and heads fighting to escape, for air.
She flattened her palm, scooping the stragglers and leaning
back as she used her fingers to force them as deep as possible inside of her.
Many were dead already, crushed under the force of her
pulsing walls. Others were dying, their lungs filled with her juices. There
were screams but the sounds were muffled by her flesh and lost beneath her own
cries of pleasure.
There was blood on her fingers now, the iron hard appendages
pushing effortlessly through the mass of humanity, reducing them to a bloody
paste already diluted by the wetness of her womanhood.
Her back arched, her nipples like rosebuds as she thrust
herself towards orgasm. Her free hand gripped her sheets, her voice crying out
like a choir of angels.
In under a minute, every one of her victims had died inside
of her, their remains desecrated until nothing of their humanity remained. The
red ribbon hung loose from her wrist as she came, waves of pleasure pushing her
onto her back.
On the cool floor of her room her chest heaved, sweat
prickling her skin.
She purred with pleasure, lifting the ribbon into the light.
The morning sun danced on the once silver loops, now each one a violent
crimson.
Of the captives they held, nothing remained.
Still held in post orgasmic glow, she cast a bleary eye
around the room.
Many of the cages were empty, it had been a while since they
had been out on a collection. What few victims remained looked at her with the wide-eyed
horror she had become accustomed to.
Each prisoner knew just how easily their lives could have
ended this morning. They lived only because they had missed her questing
fingers, she found them amusing or had other plans for them.
It helped to have a crowd of people for their games,
faceless nobodies that would serve and die at their pleasure.
The days of hunting down those they knew were long gone.
Anyone from their past who they wanted to torment had disappeared down their throats
or beneath their shoes years ago.
Rachel still had a couple left, suspended in some endless torment
or drugged into mindless servitude however none had survived Beth.
None other than James of course and James served his own
purposes.
The people they owned now were nothing to them, strangers
they had picked up on their road trips around the tri-state area. They would
jump in Rachel’s car, spend a few nights going hotel to hotel, pawnshop to
pawnshop, bar to bar.
Anyone they could get away with taking, they took. Anything
of value their victims owned or had access to they pawned. They were always
careful not to go to the same area twice, always careful not to sell anything
unique that might be traceable.
Their last trip had been over a month ago and they had only
collected half of what they had hoped for. The media was still in a frenzy, as
it had been for years now. People walked home alone less often these days lest
they be taken by ‘The Mary Celeste’.
Beth still loved that name; it was both so classy and
spooky.
It gave the idea that there was something otherworldly,
supernatural, about them. Perhaps there was.
Nobody in their right mind would consider that a young, slim
brunette like Rachel had once walked into a carpet factory on the edge of a nowhere
town, crushed the security guard beneath the toe of her converse and then
shrunk the entire workforce in less than five minutes.
As always, the CCTV had been wiped, the tiny bloodstain that
had been the guard cleaned up and forty people captured.
If Beth could remember correctly; the people Rachel had
taken from the carpet place had been turned, alongside others, into a carpet
themselves.
She had been talking about it for a while, at first toying
with the idea of stitching through their bodies and sewing them together into a
flat sheet before deciding on just connecting them with thread at the wrists
and ankles.
The result was surreal; a screaming, flesh coloured sheet
she had strewn across the floor of her room.
The plan, now all pretence of their passion for each other had
been dropped, was that the two women would fuck atop it, their lovemaking cushioned
by a hundred or so shrunken bodies.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t meant to be. The carpet of souls
had taken Rachel two hours to weave and only two minutes to destroy.
She had fallen in drunk and giggling, staggering into her
room.
Forgetting the mass of suffering that screamed up at her,
her platform heel had landed almost square in the centre of the carpet.
The shifting surface caused the giant woman to stagger, her
other shoe slamming down into them, smearing their bodies as she became
entangled.
They flipped into the air, a bloody rag kicked across the
room as she landed on the bed and passed out.
Those that remained the following morning could only scream
as their hungover Goddess, now dressed in fluffy PJs scowled down at them.
Her barefoot lifted as she rubbed sleep out of her eye and began
her grisly work.
In seconds the carpet was nothing but thread and paste, a mash
of flesh abandoned and forgotten as Rachel went in search of coffee.
Lisa would ensure the mess was cleaned from the floors, following
Rachel’s bloody footprints into the living room.
A handful of slaves would already be cleaning the blood from
their Goddess’ foot. Tears streaming down their faces, they would lick away the
human remains while she scrolled through social media.
Beth knew the carpet had used up most of Rachel’s shrunken
slaves and her lover would be keen to replace them. Rachel had a hunger for
torment, never going a day without bloodshed and would not want to wait long before
acquiring more sacrifices.
Luckily the two women had already made plans, big plans.