NAKED HOLOCAUST  part V 

There’s something about a dark place that usually creeps me out. Too many horror movies, I guess. “Let’s split up” they always say. It’s waiting in there, just beyond the elliptic light of the torch. It is crouched for the jump…and then, one by one…
 We are splitting up now…

Each one of us is panning one of the aisles of the huge dark supermarket. I cannot be scared because the danger just cannot be in there. It is lurking outside, in full daylight. Dark places are now the only places where I feel safe. Bright places, wide open places are now the new criteria for horror. Over the past six months, each and every one of us has redefined his perception of what is safe or not. Crossing the street used to be risky. Now being in the street is the main danger. The vast derelict supermarket, dark as a tomb and smelling like one, is one of our favourite places now. Only fools don’t change their mind, I say.

The place has been raided so often, many aisles are virtually empty. But still we find a lot of useful stuff that wasn’t taken straight away during the Great Panic. Panicky people don’t think too straight. And they don’t go looking under the bottom shelves. That’s’ where most of the good stuff remain for us. We slowly fill our caddies. I can hear James in the other alley, foraging below in the hardware goods. Lucy is on the other side, checking the frozen food. (Sometimes they do function still). The brief flashes of their torch lights go dancing at time on the metallic ceiling like searchlights on very low clouds. It’s good to hear them so close. The four others are doing the same. We don’t talk, we don’t call. Oddly enough, the predators have a pretty good hearing.

There are some “clicking” noises one immediately recognises, if only from the movies. When it’s emphasized by a cold metallic contact on your head, it’s easy to add two and two together. I freeze. And raise my hands as if it was the most natural thing to do. “Turn round” says a feminine voice. I do so, and not too fast. It’s probably edifying for my attacker, but me, all I see is a blinding light attached to the head of a human form. Damn she’s tall though. I can notice that.

“Show me what you got so far.” Her voice is urgent and has a strained accent, as if she was suffering or out of breath. I gently push the basket towards her. She keeps the gun pointed at me, and checks inside. She seems to be looking for something specific.
“May I help you?” I say. “You’re looking for something, aren’t you?” I’m not over anxious. Probably some junkie searching for medical supply. (I noticed when we arrived the pharmacy had been totally looted).

“Shut up! ” she whispers. She’s obviously disappointed. I see the gun shake even more. Somehow her voice is not threatening to me. She seems upset now. I walk to her and remove the gun from her hand . (I’m a bit trained in this and she’s no killer I think). Easy enough. She  just stands there, petrified. I point now my own torch at her, as I put the gun in my belt. And I must say, I was hardly prepared for this. She’s has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Grey, pale, but the silvery kind. The long blond hair has been gathered in a knot. Her face is a perfect oval. She looks at me hard. She can expect the worst and she knows it. Recently a lot of good manners have been dropped by our civilized world. Survival is somewhat less than courteous.
“What do you want?” I ask her.
“Meds.” She answers. Figures.
“You junkie?” I ask very courteously indeed.
“No, me diabetic” she says on the same tone. I did not expect that. No  wonder she’s ready to take rather  than to ask. Meds are one of these things that go fast on the second market. Expensively so, and getting rarer.
For some reason I believe her. There’s something in a defiant attitude that tells me she’s not the bullshitting type. I kind of like her. And I do have insulin.
The others are around us now. The lights all converge to the girl’s face. They look at me interrogatingly. “A new recruit” I say. That’s my last offer to her. She takes it and she’ll last a bit longer than most. If not, well… She seems to understand that. “I’m Yana”, she says, holding out her hand to me. “John” I answer, my heart beating faster than I’d care to admit.

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Amanda Singles’ breakfast was probably the most significant event in recent world history. For the first time since the atomic bomb, the world was once again united in a unique and shared fear. The giantesses were not here to bring happiness, or a message from Mother Nature or kinky post cards. Somehow, in the midst of mankind a new form of life had arisen that was bent on using us as… food.  Primeval fear that hadn’t been stirred for millennia just rose to the surface. And while Amanda Singles kept walking around our little town, destroying every human being she met, in a concert of laughter and gleeful words, totally impervious to any attempts at communication, a quick consensus was reached by all : we were in deep, deep trouble.

No conventional weaponry had seemed to affect the colossal woman. She had risen from under the collapsed building with little more than a puzzled look on her face. Napalm, missiles, rockets, mortars, guns of all size had been tested pretty fast on her giant body. They left no mark whatsoever. It was if her body just wasn’t there when the shells hit her. It has been since theorized that the huge amount of matter they represent, and that appeared out of the blue on our planet is in some state of flux. It is present, yet absent too. Like a Schrödinger’s cat lifting the lid of his box a million times per second. This could, they say, explain the total lack of regards they show to extreme temperature, explosions and other perforating  tricks of this sort we invented to destroy regular matter. Like I said, trouble.

I moved from my house in the suburbs the day after the awakening. The woman was still very much busy destroying the city centre  in a joyful manner, and had only once briefly moved to a residential district (which she had flattened in a few hours), but as evacuation was on the way, it was apparent she’d soon start and follow the screaming nutrients she seemed to enjoy so much. As I packed my things in the car, I could see her naked figure far in the distance like a weird optical illusion. I did not intend to see her too close again. It was a bit later, as I was collecting James and his wife at their home, thirty miles off town, that we saw on their TV the first pictures of the other giantesses.

In central Tokyo, a humongous shape was moving around, and feeding joyously on the inhabitants. Her perfect figure, graceful limbs and youthful face made her very reminiscent of the manga characters they produce over there. But the cuteness factor vanished quickly from my mind when a shaking camera showed her ripping off the top of an ambulance to collect the passengers on her tongue. She was easily twice as large as Amanda singles. That made her twice as hungry.

The newsman was obviously situated pretty high and when he panned down his camera towards the street all you could see was wreckage, and gore. The street was awash with blood, guts and greasy smears. Like Amanda the day before, the Japanese girl was obviously very keen on flattening the little moving figures at her feet and like Amanda, she was clear about not taking any prisoners. You could see her face rising over the various city blocks as she seemed to methodically stomp her way through the screaming streets. Sirens, screams, gun fires. All this reminded me of our experience here, except on a bigger scale. Her naked body was regularly disappearing behind buildings, as she leaned down, to re-appear a second later, emptying a handful of what must have been people in her eager mouth. She kept licking her fingers. The footage, that only lasted a few minutes came to a sudden stop when the huge body turned towards the camera and in a few steps the beautiful face was all the wide angle camera was able to capture as it came level with the operator and his crew, perched as they were on some terrace. The huge black eyes behind him seemed bigger than the man holding the microphone. Suddenly a huge finger appeared and crashed into the camera. All sound stopped. Yet the camera went on transmitting, till it penetrated a vast cavern of a mouth, where I’m sure I saw some moving bodies, on the threshold of a dark fleshy chasm. Then, all went black. I still remember the shocked expression on my friends’ faces, probably a fair reflection of my own.

A war had started, a war we are quickly losing today. As more and more giant women woke up around the globe, our planet became a very dangerous place to live, especially at first for the armed forces. Countless soldiers were launched to the assault of the naked creatures, ending up in a total fiasco and a very real slaughter. The flying tank I witnessed on the very first day of the Awakening was but a small demonstration of what was going to happen to entire armies in every nation. I got to see it with my own eyes, when we found ourselves unwittingly on some of the battlefields (meaning, in one of the dying cities). I have seen the blood covered feet of giantesses, as they stomped the battalions to cream on the compressed floor, a lazy smile on their face. I’ve seen the soldiers fighting for their lives, shooting their last rounds as the vast hands picked them up, to turn them into nourishing proteins. I’ve seen their firepower attracting a playful giantess, who would squash them by simply lying down leisurely on their ranks, squishing armoured vehicles under the weight of her thighs and belly and massive breasts, picking up the survivors around her body, to smear them into her skin. Beautiful enemy, but not a pretty war.

Nuclear weaponry was attempted three times, in Siberia, on some Indonesian island whose entire population had been killed, and in the South American Andes. The monstrous firestorms knocked the giantesses unconscious. But nothing we tried ever prevented them to come back to life a day later. Still, research continues along these lines, we’re told, and that now, is a scary thought.

As all infrastructures slowly came to a grinding halt, so did the supplies to the cities. With so many giant predators around walking in the ruins, and strolling in the countryside,( inadvertently destroying the crops under their indefatigable feet) attempting to organize  convoys became more and more risky. It was not uncommon to have lines of trucks wantonly destroyed by a passing giantess, its drivers eaten as snacks, and the vehicles flattened underfoot, as she simply passed along to go God know where. To be human and moving is enough to be labelled as food and consumed on the spot.
In that sense, train traffic suffered the brunt of their attacks. After all, to a hungry giantess, a passenger train passing by looks like sardines cans on wheels. They rarely decline the kind offer. For long distance travel, airplane has become the safest way to go from A to B (provided you don’t decide to land between the thighs of  a relaxing vixen). Still, it will take some time before mere giantesses prevent mankind from using its cars and many are the foolhardies who still travel.

And then there was …the Kink. That started later , about 8 months into the “conflict”. One incident was reported on the radio. (TV was on its way out due to power shortage and lack of working studios) . I remember the interview of a survivor of this group that had been caught by a roaming giantess. She was rather small, maybe 200 feet. She had taken twenty of the people alive, in her large hands. Then she had carried them over to the top of a tall building. They were all screaming and waiting for death by ingestion. But it’s not in her belly that they died. She proceeded simply by inserting them into herself. The man described the horror, as the first victim was struggling and shouting, sure he was going to be eaten, when suddenly she drove him close to her vast cleft between her thighs. The man had stopped shouting. And it’s in unbelieving silence that he was pushed head first into her vagina. With a gentle nudge from her finger, the huge pussy swallowed him whole without a fuss, and his trashing little legs were nowhere to be seen. The screaming resumed when she grabbed the next guy. He knew where he was going this time. The giantess started to express her considerable pleasure, and for the first time since the awakening, a city rocked to the sound of her moans. She started to use the rest of the group, playing with them, kissing them, rubbing them on her nipples, obviously aroused by their little bodies inside her or on her skin. She grabbed all the people remaining on the roof (to the exception of the interviewee, probably saved by her …distraction), then she lied down on the ground, crushing a few houses in the process and carried on pleasuring herself with her little lot of victims. Those she did not squash on her breasts with her trembling hands, ended crushed inside her enthusiastic vagina, under her buttocks, and a few disappeared from the surface of the earth, engulfed for ever by her anus. The survivor, who told the tale (but many other witnesses cowering in half destroyed buildings around could have testified the same) recalled the very last victim fell into her open mouth as she uttered the last moan of her orgasm. “Cherry on the cake”, a dubious epitaph.

So, it appeared that sexual gratification had been added for the first time to the somewhat limited range of actions of the huge women. Mankind had found its new purpose, it seemed.
The Kink, as it became known as, spread slowly throw the entire giantess herd, like a fad among teen-agers, and today meeting one of them in the open no longer necessarily means a slow agony in her digestive track, or a fast death under her foot, or ass.  Slow suffocation deep inside a orifice of hers is now a very real possibility. Oddly enough, the giantess, deep in the collective mind, left the ranks of the brutal T-Rex family to rejoin in a way the human one. Women they were at first, vast, voluptuous sleeping beauties, then they turned into voracious monsters, and now women they are to us again, thanks to the thunder of their pleasure. That does not lessen the fear they inspire in us, and is indeed a poor consolation.

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I’m introducing Yana to our little gang. James and I have decided to survive this. It will take what it takes, and we’re just about starting to get more organized and more purposeful in our wanderings. We’ve also tried to offer help to those we met; now about twenty of us have join our efforts to survive and find a place to live in relative safety. For some reason I’ve assumed a responsibility I did not particularly looked for. But I do not have the luxury to think about it. We discuss the situation in the dark echoing space of the once thriving mall. I am explaining the general plan when I notice a few of the round splashes of lights on the ceiling again, as we casually hold our torches. One of them is splayed on one the Plexiglas domes that provide natural light during the day. I stop in mid sentence. “Switch off the lights!” I shout.

A second later some tremors start running across the floor. Getting stronger. Some shelves start rattling. Damn. Seen from the outside, punching through the ceiling porthole, our light must have been like a beacon in the dark neighbourhood. “We better move now” I say. And we start feeling our way along the interminable aisles, towards what we think is the closest exit. Outside loud thumps and crashing noises are clearly audible as she comes closer. Suddenly, a terrifying din of screeching metal and twisting beams fills the entire place. I watch aghast as the ceiling disappears, rolling away like an opened can of beans. The first moon beams shine through the hole, and a dim nocturnal light invades our comfy darkness. A second later a vast curtain of impossibly long hair pours through the opening, as a huge massive face takes a peek inside the mall. We hear the loud whisper she utters, in the liquid and strange language the use, like a girl trying to coax a kitten out of hiding. Large fingers come around the opening and start ripping off the rest of the ceiling. Debris crash down all around us.

I see Dave crumble to the floor as he gets hit by a massive piece of steel. We run through the aisle now, jumping over the obstacles, toppling the shelves and scrambling in the moonlight towards the inside of the mall. A purring sound comes from high above. A high pitched scream and Suzan is snatched away from our fleeing group. Her screams gain altitude as she’s brought straight away to the lips of the girl. I just turn back enough to see her disappear in the dark hole of the mouth. More light comes in, as the giantess straightens her posture to swallow Suzan more comfortably. The screams are more muffled but still audible for a second or two after the gulping sound. Then darkness comes back as the vast head looms closer again. A sudden punch through the ceiling and the entire structure in front of us comes crashing down , forcing us to angle our flight to the right, across the damned shelves. “Nononononoooooooo”. That’s Wilbur. His scream comes from high above now, and the  smacking of mighty lips accompanies it. We hear the brief echo his voice creates in the cavity of the slowly closing mouth. The gulp follows, and the humming of satisfaction of the woman above us.

I realize I’m dragging Yana by the arms, yanking her into following me. We crash into more hardware, as the hand comes back in. The shelves are being thrown about by the huge searching fingers. I hear one of us shout as two vast shelves collapse onto him , trapping him. I rush back to him. I  have difficulties discerning him in the dark mess. I fumble around, feel his hand, start pulling, just in time to be brushed aside by huge fingernails, which delicately proceed to push aside the heavy gear, and to dislodge the little snack stuck under it. There’s nothing I can do. I see two fingers gently grab a vaguely mumbling figure and lift him out of the mall. As she straightens again, I see through the vast opening the full shape of the woman. She’s is crouched above us, her vast legs forming a gigantic dark triangle, against the starry night. The vast belly and the majestic breasts are lit now by the moonbeams, giving the perfect skin an unreal bluish hue. Her face is picture perfect of course (we’re used to this strange beauty of theirs), high in the air, a radiant smile on her lips. I see her push aside her long black hair, as she bring the terrified man to her nose and sniffs on him, like one would a cigar. Her tongue passes briefly between her lips. She cranes her head back and casually drops our friend in her mouth. When her face comes level again, her eyes are closed as she relishes the gulping of her little victim. When she opens them again, I know Kevin is alive somewhere under this beautiful breast of hers. Not for long. Her eyes are reflecting the moon as they shine straight in my direction.

Yana hasn’t moved, transfixed by horror.  I rush in her direction. I can see on my right the huge hand advancing towards her immobile form, perched as she his on a toppled freezer. “Yana!! Move it!! Run!!”  I shout, but I can see she’s the next one to go. The fingers are nearly dancing lightly as they come close to the petrified young woman, as if choosing between her and some other victim. I won’t make it to her. Just as the fingers come across her body, Yana screams. At the same time a beam of light pierces the darkness and the face of the giant woman is lit by two crossing circles of light. She blinks for a second. As her hand moves away from Yana, I tackle her like a rugby man, sending both of us toppling over to the darkness the between the tall freezer aisle. I start push her in front of me, urging her forward.

I look backward. A mad laughter echoes in the night. I know that laughter. That’s James’. He’s running along an aisle, flashing his lights at the giant girl. She smiles at him. When she takes him, it’s very slowly and very gently. She’s amused. My friend is no longer laughing his madness away. I can hear him swear and struggle against the fingers that lift him up to the giant face. She’s taking a good look at him. Smells him too. James is shouting his heart out at her now. He sounds more furious than scared, yet I know he must be scared. I am. For him. I am frozen, scared stiff, unable to find a way. The huge woman starts standing up. I hear my friends’ voice grow fainter in two seconds as the impossibly tall legs never cease to expand. She s’ towering above us now, her figure highlighted by the clear moonlight.

I see the twin lights that James was carrying still sending circles in the face high above. Suddenly, they seem to drop, as the girl is lowering her hand to her crutch. A sickening feeling comes across me. The little beams of light are now circling the bush and the vast sex of the huge woman.  Flashes of rosy skin folds, screams of struggle, a slurping noise. I can’t hear James any more. The girl is pushing him deep into her with her fingers. When she straightens her pose, James is no longer in her hand. The girl closes her eyes, keeping a hand on her sex, and crossing slightly her thighs. She would look hot as hell if that pose did not involve a man being buried alive in her. She seems delighted.
A sudden light catches my eyes. In her other hand the girl is still holding one of the torch lights that James flashed at her, when he saved Yana. I see the young woman bringing the tiny object to her face. She has a sudden smile. And she pops it in her mouth, lighting briefly her teeth and the wet interior of her cheeks. She swallows it.

We've left the supermaket area and rush into the main lobby of the mall.The place is still half covered by the shattered roof,  and the darkness is near total.  I can only hear the shouts of the others to give me direction. Yana's shape is discernable just ahead of me. An enormous crushing sound occurs somewhre behind us. Glancing back, I can see the huge foot that has crashed through the ceiling. That's bad, she's no longer playing with her food, apparently, she's just after killing some tiny people now.  I hear urgent shouts coming from the right hand side of the lobby where a dim ray of light has been created by an opening door, with a red light above it. I rush forward, grab Yana by her shoulder and push her in that direction. We both duck when a second foot goes through the roof, this time in front of us. It feels like a locomotive has  landed in the place, a huge block of darkness covering the entire floor. I heard a weird high pitch sound as it crashed down. I've bad feeling someone was standing there a second ago. I don't wanna know. In the sudden moonlight pouring in from above, I can see the tower of an immense leg.Panels of metal and concrete fall around  us . The foot moves, hovering above the ground in our direction. We going straight into it. I push Yana down and we both fall on the floor as the massive object passes over our bodies, less than a meter above ground. It seems it will never stop passing over us (a drop of something falls on my cheek). It lands with a loud thud, so close I could touch it. I hear a steel bar crunching under it like vulgar foil paper. The smell is quite human. As we stand up again, the foot moves slowy backwards and the heel catches both of us in its swing. I'm totally winded as it projects us hard against a wall. It's our turn to land. I feel groggy, as I stay my back against the wall. The foot is lifting up into the air. Some hands drag me through the open door i saw earlier , I hear Yana's voice, muffled and far away, as if my head was made of cotton. She pushes me down some stairs. Another loud crash is exploding in the mall. I let myself be guided through the dark descending stairs.

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Yana and I and a few others are still running in the darkened streets. A veil of heavy clouds has covered the moon and we run away from the mall, that the giantess is joyfully stomping into oblivion, just for the fun of it, it seems. Thankfully we don’t’ have to run too far. Before long we find the relative safety of an underground parking lot.

Yana has fallen asleep now, exhausted, after I gave her a shot of insulin. She looks beautiful in the dim glow of the emergency lighting. I sigh. She’s near me because James suddenly decided to be a hero. Well... I guess he just was. There’s no way around it. I feel the knot in my throat.
I come back to the surface. Far way I vaguely see the shape of the huge young woman who is strolling away from town and into the night. I hope James is dead by now. I really do.
Suddenly I have this nauseating feeling again, as the horrible thought comes flooding my mind once more: Kevin, Suzan, Wilbur. Gobbled down in two seconds... Looking at each other as the lit torchlight lands in their midst, in the middle of her stomach…..

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