Residing in a suburban setting, Paul owned a nice house looking well
kept and comfortable. Making a modest and secure living, his job was great,
and stress was something as of yet he didn’t have to live with.
Whenever having a day off from work, Paul loved to take walks in the
early afternoon. Further, he enjoyed walking the most during the summer
when the weather was warm and the sun shined.
Such was the case one summer day. Leaving his residence after twelve
noon, Paul began strolling about upon the quite sidewalks of his suburban
paradise. As he continued to walk, he past a side street having a sign
in front of it which read, “ No Outlet”. This he liked to see, for it implied
extreme tranquillity in the summer sun. And further, not many cars would
be moving upon such a road. Turning the corner, he proceeded down the street,
continuing to walk and bath in the serenity of all about. Loving every
minute of it, a relaxing sensation overcame him as he moved down the placid
way.
Walking another hundred feet, Paul could discern the sound of classical
music coming from one of the homes ahead. Moving ever closer, he heard
Gustive Mahler’s first movement of the third symphony working itself before
his ears. He loved it! The errie mystique of the composition penetrated
every aspect of his constitution. His distance from the source decreasing,
the music became louder and louder.
A few more steps brought him directly before the house from which the
masterpiece was playing. Being itself a sight to behold, the dwelling was
set back somewhat and was surrounded by a large group of trees. The structure
radiated uniqueness; however, Paul wasn’t sure what the specific nature
of this novelty was all about. As he looked at the home with ever keener
eyes, he noticed a form upon the front porch. Revealing itself to be a
young woman, she was sitting on the railing, leaning against one of the
pillars, and wearing nothing save a pair of black leather stiletto boots
together with a black leather bikini outfit! As Paul looked on with an
ever growing interest, the figure in the distance seemed to glow with some
dimension of gothic mystique. He couldn’t help but move forward and have
a closer inspection. Walking upon the private front lawn, the curious man
moved toward the porch. Also, the music added more and more mystery to
the whole scene before him. As he finally stood at the base of the porch,
he looked straight into the pupils of a beautiful blue eyed lady with dark
long hair. Glowing with dominance as she eyed him, her look was one of
power and stamina. Next, she motioned for him to ascend the stairs and
come up. Doing this, he arrived at the top of the steps. Getting off the
railing, she stood upright and looked straight at him. He judged she was
about five feet and ten inches tall. Impressing him the most, her leather
attire spoke of authority, intelligence, and control all in one. Slowly
walking toward him, the mystery lady eyed him continuously as she approached.
Finally, stopping right in front of him, she ask, “ You couldn’t resist,
could you?” Going on, she said, “ I know your type; they’re the ones who
always end up in my hands.”
Not fully understanding what she meant, Paul simply replied, “ There’s
something about you that fits perfectly with the music now playing; this
whole atmosphere has something to it.”
Looking on, she ask, “ So you’re a Mahler enthusiast?”
“ He’s one of my favorites.”, Paul answered.
Softly, she remarked, “ I’ve been listening to his music eversince I
was a small child; it does something to me.” The feline went on, “ Everytime
I hear the measures, I feel as if I’ve got an unlimited capacity for anything.”
Combined with her image, the sound of her voice was becoming hypnotic.
He began feeling as if she were reaching into him, taking control of his
soul and transforming him into an extension of her superior being. Her
eyes continued to probe as she ask, “ Would you like to come inside and
look at some interesting works of art?” Paul immediately nodded in agreement,
for her questions were like commands from which he had no will to resist.
Walking toward the front door, she opened it. Lady domination entered,
and he followed. As he followed her, his eyes fell upon her magnificent
ass. Indeed, her whole stature began seducing him sexually, a sexual attraction
coupled with some demonic force.
Entering the home, he looked around. Paul was immediately transfixed
by all he saw about him, giving his greatest attention to the paintings
hanging from the walls, oil on canvas, producing the appearance of high
value. More to the point, these works were all of a semiabstract nature,
revealing scenes of an apocalyptic design, pictures of vast amounts of
suffering and death. Before him he viewed images of burned out cities,
having people with terror upon their faces. One painting in particular
caught his eye, the largest in the livingroom. Hanging directly over the
fireplace, the work was of a large mushroom cloud rising over the sky line
of some metropolitan area. Painted with the utmost in skill, the creation
revealed every detail in color with a style putting Van Gothe to shame.
Just standing there, Paul gazed up at the painting in awe. Then, bringing
himself back to reality, he humbly ask the young lady, “ Did you paint
that?”
Answering, the woman said, “ Yea, it happens to be one of my first works.”
Still retaining a look of fascination, Paul replied, “ Very impressive.”
Continuing to look around, he saw more of the same, that is paintings
of death and destruction.
As he gazed at the pictures, she kept her eye on him. Noticing this,
he looked right at her. Realizing that she stared at him with an expression
indicating she wanted to take him in the same way a child wants a toy,
he began to experience fear, for everything about her indicated an individual
obsessed with the darker realm. However, curiosity nevertheless retained
its hold over fear, preventing him from simply walking away and never coming
back.
A minute later, the lass motioned with her finger to follow and enter
another room on the first floor. Following, he went through a large area
containing the most impressive Lionel train setup he had ever seen in his
entire life. The whole layout was constructed with the utmost attention
to detail, being a masterpiece all to its own. Also, the railroad empire
had a mixture of both diesel and steam locomotives, the best kind Lionel
manufactures. Truly, he was taken in by the sight.
However, not stopping before the train set, she continued to walk yet
further toward another room. Following her into the chamber, he saw yet
another impressive sight. Standing about six feet in height was the most
exquisite doll house he had ever laid his humble eyes upon. Looking on
for a few minutes, he absorbed its image. Afterward, she ask, “ What do
you think?”
Paul said in response to her inquiry, “ I say its beautiful; it’s a
work of art.”
“ Yes indeed.”, she replied, “ The inside looks even better; why don’t
you open the front door and crawl inside?”
Doing as she suggested, Paul pulled open the front door and lowered
his head, walking right in. Closing the door behind him, Paul was struck
by the splendor. Examine every corner, he was fast loosing track of time
when he heard her voice say, “ You can come out now.” After pushing the
front door open, he walked out. However, as he left the structure, he stared
straight at the heels and sole edges of a large pair of black leather boots.
Turning around, he looked back at the house. It still appeared as it was
when he first saw it. Then, a second later, he realized the shock of his
life; the house with him inside of it had reduced itself to a mere fraction
of its original size! Turning back again toward the boots, he looked up.
As she towered above him, the gothic beauty stared down at his helpless
frame. From his perspective, she appeared to be over one hundred feet tall!
Looking down at him, the strange woman ask, “ Well, how does it feel to
be a two inch high bug?”
While bending his head back and staring upward into her diabolical,
yet sexy, eyes, he saw the desire to humiliate and destroy. Nevertheless,
he yelled up to her, “ What happened?”
She replied, “ You went into my magic doll house; when someone goes
in, it shrinks along with the new occupant; after a minute or two, the
house goes back to normal.” Sure enough, as he turned around, Paul saw
the house return to its original six feet in height.
Peering down at him, the giantess said, “ You’re all mine now: I own
you; there’s nothing you can do to escape my greatness.” Going on, she
remarked, “ I’ll be back in a second.” As the mistress of darkness left
the room, Paul was overwhelmed by the sound of her highheeled boots striking
the floor. About ninety seconds later, the woman returned with an empty
pickle jar having a lid on it together with something else in her hand
which he couldn’t see clearly due to his small size. As she squatted, he
finally made out the form of another shrunken man in her hand. Being naked,
the man trembled with fear as the woman dangled him above Paul, saying,
“ Now watch this.” Placing the reduced creature on her lap, Femme Fatale
unscrewed the lid of the jar, reached for the man, and dropped him in.
While he stood in the glass container, his tiny head moved back and forth
in fear. Not knowing what she had in mind, Paul watched as she placed the
jar upon the floor and stood up. After removing her leather panties and
bra, the vixen stood naked before the two small males. Moreover, the sight
of her gigantic body both elated and frightened Paul; he couldn’t determine
whether fear or attraction was getting the better of him. Just standing
there, he watched as she proceeded. Again, the lady squatted down, this
time over the glass. In a few monuments she started to piss! Coming out of of
her cunt with a soft gentle flow, the liquid poured forth until the tiny
and trapped man was completely covered in her golden honey. Finished with
her business, the dominatrix reached for the lid. Upon screwing it back
to the top of the jar, she began tilting the glass in many different directions.
Horrified, Paul looked on with wide open eyes as she said, “ Watch how
I kill this little insignificant nothing.” Terror went through his bones
while she kept turning the jar, ensuring the little man would always have his head under her yellow piss! A minute later, she stopped rotating
the glass and placed it on the floor before Paul. He now observed a dead
body floating in a volume of female piss. Glancing down at Paul, the bitch
said, “ There, how would you like to have the same death?” Listening to
his pleading, she replied, “ Don’t worry, I’ve got something else in store
for you.” Rising herself up, the evil in female form took hold of both
Paul and the jar containing the drowned little man. Walking with both in
her hands, she entered the first floor bathroom. There, the dark-haired
she devil placed Paul atop the toilet tank and opened the jar full of piss.
Raising the toilet lid, she began pouring the contents of the glass into
the bowl. The dead victim flowed from the jar as a newly purchased tropical
fish being dumped from a plastic bag. Paul watched on as the tiny corpse,
together with her remaining piss, went into the toilet. Moving her hand
to the lever, she flushed and all went to oblivion, lost forever. Gazing
on, Paul could do nothing, save ponder his fate.
When her attention came back to him, she said, “ Let’s have some fun.”
Reaching for Paul, she tore off all his clothes. After walking with him
into the room containing the train layout, the murderess placed Paul into
one of the empty coal cars. With the transformer turned on, the train began
moving. Looking out from the top of the rolling stock, he was carried along.
Also, viewing all before him, she appeared as a giantess glancing down
at a real life railroad complex.
Paul thought to himself, “ Hopefully, this’ll be the worst things get.”
However, his hopes were dashed when she stopped the train right in front
of her spectacular body. As he stared up at her beautiful and large shapely
tits, she reached down for him, pulling the man up by one of his arms.
Next, the lady placed him down atop one of the tracks. Backing the train
into another siding, off the main line, the towering tormentor took a strand
of her hair and proceeded to tie our unfortunate individual to the tracks.
His tiny body struggled as she forced the black strand around him and under
the rail. Repeating this process over and over, Paul was eventually securely
tied to the tracks. He tried in vain to free himself; however, there was
no escape, she had him completely immobilized.
As he lie there helplessly, he heard the sound of a horn in the distance,
the lonely cry of a steam locomotive. Looking down the line as far as the
layout extended, he saw nothing. Nevertheless, the whistle got louder and
louder. Then, from the very end of the table off into the far reaches,
he saw an engine turn the bend. To his horror, a steam locomotive with
three main drive wheels on each side was coming straight at him. He begged
her for mercy; she only replied with laughter. Finally, the train was almost
on top of him when she threw the locomotive in reverse, causing the cow
catcher to come to
a halt only a millimeter away from his tiny frame before the engine
backed off in the opposite direction.
Letting the locomotive return to the curve at the table’s end, the evil
bitch again allowed the train to move toward Paul. The engine sped toward
him. Again, she did the same, bringing it to a halt right before it almost
hit him. Doing this repeatedly, she said laughingly, “ Just think if I
misjudge and the train doesn’t stop in time.” Looking into his
eyes, she loved the sight of his fear, a sensation on his part making
her feel superior and powerful.
After a half hour of mental torture past its way, the female pervert
finally remarked, “ Let’s do something else; I’m getting bored.” With her
sharp long catlike fingernails, she cut through the hair strand, releasing
him from the rails. Removing another strand from her head, she tied one
end around Paul’s waist. Picking up the other end, the lady raised him,
letting him hang. The hair strand was about a foot and a half long. With
his dangling that distance from her fingertips, she walked into the kitchen.
Next, the sadistic witch went over to the stove, turning one of the burners
on. Raising him higher, she moved him over, causing him to hang a foot
above the open flame.
“ Please, please!”, he yelled.
She responded, “ You’re mine, remember; I can do with you as I want.”
Slowly,
as the cruel cunt began lowering him ever closer to the blue glow,
he began feeling the heat of the flame. Lowering him ever further, the
little male began screaming in agony. She laughed on as his tiny body started
to wiggle and twist like a worm. After a few moments of agony, she raised
him back up. Crying, the Lilliputian hung from her hair string as the pain
worked itself through every fiber of his being.
Again, she lowered him toward the flame. Once again, he screamed and
screamed until she raised him up. Doing this over and over, she eventually
decided he had enough.
With the torture by fire complete, she walked with him back into the
bathroom and lowered Paul into the cool toilet bowl water. In fact, this
was a relief, for the pain was so intense that even the humiliation of
being stuck in the toilet seemed like nothing.
Letting him cool off for a while, the sociopath next raised him back
up and proceeded to move her hand toward her back, lowering him directly
before her ass. She ordered. “ Kiss my ass you little piece of shit!” Doing
as she commanded, he kissed away at her beautiful and glorious behind.
She, on the other hand, voloped in the ecstasy of total control.
As he kissed and worshipped her noble ass, the symphony playing upon
the stereo finally came to an end. Raising him upward, she brought the
tiny man directly before her attractive, yet cruel, face. Looking directly
into his little frightened eyes, the mistress said, “ The symphony has
ended, so ends my orgy of sadistic delight!”
Thinking at first that the torture would finally come to an end and
perhaps there’d be a way he could reason with her, his hopes were thwarted
when he realized the torture would indeed come to an end but not as he
wanted. Lowering him to the floor, Satan’s hand maiden let him stand upon the bathroom’s tile. Releasing
the hair strand, she watched as it fell next to him.
Looking up, the little one stared into her sadistic smile as she raised
her boot over his tiny frame. Paul yelled, “ Please, no, please, don’t!”
With all hope gone, the last thing he heard was the sound of her laughter
as the sexy highheeled stiletto image of female domination came down and
crushed him to death!
of
her cunt with a soft gentle flow, the liquid poured forth until the tiny
and trapped man was completely covered in her golden honey. Finished with
her business, the dominatrix reached for the lid. Upon screwing it back
to the top of the jar, she began tilting the glass in many different directions.
Horrified, Paul looked on with wide open eyes as she said, “ Watch how
I kill this little insignificant nothing.” Terror went through his bones
while she kept turning the jar, ensuring the little man would always 
