I'm 5' 6" tall, long curly black hair, sapphire eyes, athletic body with small tits, and I hate men.  Call me lucky, I was the fifteen year old girl who was kidnapped by a complete pervert.  Locked up in his fucking dungeon, he would come down and start on me when he was done with work.  Five thirty every day, the stumbling would follow the steps down to my prison.  I had a bedroom, and was expected to keep it immaculate.  I did.  The collar fastened to the 15 foot chain fastened to the ceiling didn't make it too difficult.  Five thirty two every day and he was kneeled behind me, my hands on each of my cheeks, spreading them to reveal it.  "Kiss my little butthole," at first he made me tell him.  After weeks of it I bid him on my own.  Five fifty seven, I'm lying down on my stomach on my bed, hands still spreading my butt so he can dive in tongue first.  Six thirty eight, he's lying on his back, my young ass planted firmly on his mouth, facing the wall.  His tongue venturing as deep as it'll go, tickling my insides.  
 
Four months later, I have his cock in my mouth riding his face with my cute underage feet fondled in his hands, and the fat slob has a heart attack.  I went hungry for four days until his grandmother stopped by.  Surprised she didn't have a heart attack as well.  I wasn't bitter, I didn't strive for the public eye in a woe is me dash for attention.  No, I had learned something: Men will worship me.  
 
Obviously my relationship with my parents didn't go so hot.  I was out of the house within weeks, claiming to be staying with a friend.  My house was small, but I only needed two bedrooms.  One for Tabitha, the girl who was putting herself through school for a psychology degree, and the other for me.  I started picking up guys at the mall, working at the local shoe store.  I needed the money, and I was learning how to own them.  I was on my own two months when a guy offered me a buttload to try something new.  An hour later and he's on his back on my kitchen floor and I've got my butthole right over his open mouth filling it up with last night's dinner.  I took his cellphone out, snapped off a picture of my little gift to all his friends, and the fucker has paid me to take a dump in his mouth once or twice a week ever since.  
 
Of course I moved to Vegas where my video and in-person empire grew.  Almost 19 years old now, and I own men of all ages, professions, and ethnicities.  $250 to kiss my perfect teenage feet - they're my best features! $500 to suck my toe, just one.  I'll even paint it blue for you for $100.  For $500 you can be my throne for five minutes.  $1000 and I'll let you kiss my holes.  $2500 and I'll shit in your mouth.  Too pricy?  I think not, I have had a living toilet for every move I've made for a year straight.  Picture yourself, laying on the cold hard ground, awaiting my embrace.  You wait hours, unable to move, the anticipation growing unbearable.  You hear a noise, footsteps, I tower over you.  You yearn for my affection or attention, my attention is on getting my thong off.  My ass lowers onto your face, it happens quickly, you try to focus on my doorway as you open your mouth.  You hear it coming, you sense it lowering into your mouth.  You feel it reach your throat, and as it gushes, the sides of your mouth.  It continues to move, forcing itself down your throat.  You swallow, making room for more.  You open your eyes to see me hovering over your face.  I squeeze out one last treat onto your pathetic face.  An authoritative dotting of the "eye."  Fuck you, pig.  
 
I'm the most evil bitch that's ever lived.  So it was only fitting that I was given the offer: be the one who men can actually give themselves to.  Instead of filling up on the desires and fantasies of men, feast on their bodies and souls.  
 
So here I am, super young, super hot, super-bitch, about to take the side of the reaper in the battle to come.  Shit, I guess I AM the reaper.  Here's how it happened.  
 
I was at the club when I noticed a hot guy checking me out.  Feeling like I could use someone's face between my legs I walked over to him.  "My place is five minutes away, I own you tonight."  The guy looked a little more surprised than they usually do.  When I saw the super-cute little blond walk up and grab his arm, I understood.  Even better!  "I'll take both of you, then."  She bitched and moaned the whole walk, but I could tell she liked my feet, so I knew where to start.  When we got to my room, I sat on the bed and threw both of them on the ground in front of me.  I stepped on her face, and shoved the blood red painted big toe of my other foot in his mouth.  She repositioned herself so that my foot was resting on her face, the ball in her mouth with my gorgeous toes landing on both sides of her nose.  She licked the bottom of my foot and then began to kiss my ankles to the inside of my calves.  Her boyfriend was a bit more aggressive, making a butchery of an attempt to eat me out.  I told him to lie down with his face at the end of the bed and sat on it, looking forward to the prettier of the two reaching my girly-parts with her gentle tongue.  The boyfriend didn't seem to mind the dirtier hole and enthusiastically ate my butt while his girlfriend tickled me in all the right ways.  I wanted to return the favor so I laid down and brought her forward on top of me.  She scooted up until her own pussy was hovering right over my mouth.  I dove in to the sweetness and lost myself in its soft folds.  I was brought back to reality by the horrible feeling of Prince Charming's clumsy dick pushing it's way into my ass.  I tried to kick him, but my only view was of this super-tight college blond's snatch and instead he caught my foot and started licking the bottom of my toes.  I decided to let him into my ass, embracing his cock with my muscles, pulling him into my back end.  I brought my other foot up and rested both on his face, playing with his lips with my toes.  She started grinding harder on my face, longer too, allowing me to trace a path from her clit to her anus with my tongue.  No sense in trying to penetrate this ass, it was obviously exit-only.  She began to squeak, almost annoying, but still pretty hot, which helped me start to feel close as well.  She sat back and ordered me to rim her asshole and she started fingering herself.  I should have seen it coming, but she had seemed so innocent I had given her the benefit of the doubt.  She erupted with several sprays of she-cum, drenching my face, my hair, and the bed.  At this point her boyfriend was absolutely hammering my butt as well, and if I wasn't so busy wiping her cum from my eyes and mouth, I may have whimpered.  The bitch finally finished and crawled off my face and told her guy: "Your turn!"  He ripped his cock out of my ass, grabbed me by the hair, and shoved his dick in my face, violently beating it with his other hand.  In between my blinks of surprise he managed to drill me in both eyes before prying my mouth open and firing the rest of his load down my throat.  Both of them called me horrible names, spit on me, he peed on me, and they left me a crying, whimpering mess.  I don't know why I let it happen.  Maybe I thought I deserved it.  If I deserved that, what do they deserve?  
 
For the next hour I cried and wailed, getting angrier as this routine continued.  I began to scream, cursing them at the top of my lungs.  As I reached a particularly impossible note, I felt a presence.  The presence wrapped me in vengeance, pulling a level of hatred out of me that I never thought I was capable of.  It offered me an opportunity.  It offered me revenge.  And if I pleased it, it offered me power.  
 
All I had to do was use my imagination to come up with the most cruel fate possible for that couple.  So I sat and I thought.  I could have them murdered.  Obviously.  One of them killed in front of the other.  No!  One of them kills the other.  Yes, now I'm on to something.  So what's the worst way to die?  She could step on his neck, crush the life out of him.  But then what about him?  It took me a while, but I came up with a pretty good idea.  The presence was with me, a light flashed, and they were both back in the room.  
 
They looked at me, bewildered.  They got angry when I told them I didn't know how they got back here.  As they started towards me, something incredible happened.  They both began to shrink, and by the time they reached me, they were only about three inches tall.  They looked funny down there next to my feet.  I felt powerful, and let it get the best of me as I played with the tiny people, pretending to step on them, rolling them over, pressing them against the carpet with my toes.  I immediately had a better idea for the two of them, and shouted down for their attention.  
 
"Either one, or both of you are dying in this room, tonight."  I began.  They cowered, her falling into his arms.  It was hilarious.  "You have a choice whether or not one of you survives."  
 
I decided not to say anything else.  I stared down at them, they pathetically gazed back up.  After about thirty seconds he asked: "Well what's our choice?"  
 
I grinned, this was going to be awesome.  And for the best payback, every realization must play out.  
 
"Whoever volunteers the other to die, lives."  I giggled, it was a nasty sound I had never made before.  Something was seriously pumping through my veins, making my entire body throb.  I would imagine this is what heroin is like.  Some crazy drug.  Adrenaline for sure.  
 
They gasped.  They turned to look at each other.  And within about ten seconds, disbelief crossed one of their faces.  "Kill Him!  She blurted out.  "I don't want to die, kill him!"  
 
"Uh oh," I said as she distanced herself from him.  I looked down at him, quivering in a pile on my carpet.  About three inches tall.  Piece of shit, clumsy oaf jackhammering away at my ass.  It was pretty sore.  And my eyes had just now stopped stinging from the stringy mess he shot all over my face.  Now you'll pay.
 
"I'm sorry baby, but I don't want to die.  You have said a million times you'd do anything for me.  You gotta do this, baby."  Then to me: "You can at least make it quick and painless for him, right?"  
 
Hate to burst her bubble...  Actually, this was another part I was looking forward to.  "I'm sorry baby, I left something out.  Part of the deal you just made was doing the deed yourself."  
 
Her eyes bulged out of her head.  "NO!"  Crying.  "I can't do that!"  Man, I was loving this.  It gets better little girl...  I'll just let it come to me.
 
Finally the co-ed looked up.  "A gun?  Do you have a gun?"  Her boyfriend was crushed.  You can tell he was starting to regret not chiming in sooner.  This little cutie he had lived with for months just turned deadly.  Just wait, it gets better.  Haha.  It was really starting to tickle me between the legs now.  I wasn't touching myself, and just the thought of what was about to happen was causing waves to radiate throughout my body.
 
"Gosh, sorry.  Left this part out too.  You're actually going to have to be a little more involved in this act."  Ok, pushed it far enough, it's not getting any sweeter...
 
"I am growing you back to normal size and you are going to eat your boyfriend."  There.  
 
"What the fuck?"  Apparently it was at this point that reality finally escaped her.  I guess the rest of all this was normal.  
 
"What the fuck?"  Apparently, boyfriend also just now snapped back into the picture.  
 
"Yes.  You," I said pointing to little hotty, "are going to eat you." I said pointing to completely mind-fucked boyfriend.  "I don't care if you chew him or swallow him, but he does have to be alive when you shove him in your mouth."  Giggle giggle.  I told you I was mean.  
 
Funny scene playing out below.  Boyfriend laying in a crumpled mess on the carpet, girlfriend walking towards him.  Grossed out and stupefied boyfriend inching away from her, yelling for her to stay away.  
 
She starts to grow.  Boyfriend can't possibly keep making new faces.  He stares at her mouth until it's too far away, trailing his eyes down to her exposed tummy.  He starts to cry.  She starts to cry.  
 
I'm thinking at this point she has finally imagined actually doing what she's going to do.  Talking about this is one thing, but actually picturing yourself doing it is another.  This innocent looking girl is a fucking maneater.  There is a first time for everything.  I was innocent too once.  Until something fucked up happened.  Allow me to share a little of my joy.  
 
I gave them a couple of minutes.  Neither of them knew what to say or do.  She was huge, he was tiny.  He was laying there, reserved, she was towering over him, afraid.  But was that a tinge of anticipation?  Yes, I am an utterly evil person.  Give it a little longer.  
 
"Come on, let's get this over with." She finally said.  Haha, fucking hilarious.  She wants to eat him.  "Let's get this over with?" He yelled back.  "I'm just something to get over with now?"  He was getting pissed.  "You're talking about EATING me you fucking psycho.  It's Tom, baby, we live together, this can't be happening, snap out of it!"  I guess he's Tom.  Weird point in all this to finally be getting his name I smiled to myself.  
 
"I didn't mean it like that Tom.  You think I want to do this?"  
 
Ok, fun time.  "You have ten seconds to eat him or I kill you both."  
 
She looked at me, terrified.  Tom reacted rather quickly, turning and booking in the opposite direction from his girlfriend.  She looked down, and literally dove across my living room, missing him with her first attempt.  He continued across the carpet, doing surprisingly well with inch-long legs.  She climbed up onto all fours and crawled after him.  "Five...Six" I counted.  She reached out from far above him and grabbed him in her fist, standing up while plucking her boyfriend from the floor.  "Seven...Eight" I was giggling out of control, the situation was frantic.  She reached her full height and without delay opened her mouth, stuffing her boyfriend into it.  "NINE!!!"  
 
GULP!  
 
Holy Shit!!!  She flat-out swallowed her own boyfriend whole!!!  I watched as the lump went down her throat, and she finally opened her mouth with an audible smack, "Ah!" While the noise sounded satisfied, her face was miserable.  She looked like she had just drank old milk.  
 
"Oh God!" She cried out.  Her eyes diverted down to her tummy, and her hands followed.  "Oh God, he's in there, what did I do"  What did I do?  Oh, poor Tom!"  
 
Wow.  Having that bitch and her boyfriend tear up my holes and drench my face with their cum was totally worth what I just saw.  And the power.  There was nothing like this.  The power she had over him.  He had no chance.  The power I had over her emotions.  I could easily feed off of this.  In fact, now that the hunger had awoken, I don't know that it could ever be sated.  
 
And so the presence, itself sated by my capacity for cruelty, wrapped itself around me and drew forth my inner monster.  I grew to over two hundred feet, and my power over men became like gravity.  I rose from the rubble that was my house, towering over my surroundings.  The girl who just ate her boyfriend scampered away at the site of me.  She didn't get far before I kicked her off her feet.  She looked up at me, screaming for mercy.  

"You didn't give that boyfriend you ate much mercy, little girl." She didn't have time to reply before I dropped my big toe on her chest.  I leaned forward to move more weight onto her until...POP!  Oh, wow!  That was incredible.  i literally felt the life squeeze out of her.  I've been waiting for this my whole life.  But as much as I'd love to go on an all out people-squishing bender, I want to savor it.  I need a plan...

I was at the lake.  We were in our boat when we saw her.  I poked my brother in the arm and pointed.  She rose above the trees that lined the lake.  You could them parting for her, their roots tearing near the surface as she surged past.  She was headed towards the beach, where more than a few families were enjoying the Memorial Day sun.  I saw the Wyatts, all six of them, the two youngest waiving their hands and feet from their baby blankets.  We frantically started screaming, waiving for them to get into the water.  As she grew near the tree line, we could see her at her full magnificence.  She had to be nearly two hundred feet tall, jet-black hair hanging in curls at her shoulders.  Her steely blue eyes flashed in amusement as she peered down at the beach.  
 
It was amazing that a couple dozen people could somehow miss the noise she made crashing through the forest, but perhaps the boat engines were louder over on that side of the lake.  Catching all of them by surprise, she emerged onto the beach, one red painted foot and then the other crashing down, sending chunks of wet sand flying everywhere.  Obviously caught in longer than a moment of stupor at the incredible sight, both young and old stood frozen at the sight.  Smiling at the crowd far below her, she crawled down onto all fours, nearest my gym teacher, Mr. Doyle, who was previously reading a book under the shade of his umbrella.  He stumbled, approaching her to both his and my amazement.  She crawled towards him, brushing a flock of curls behind her ear, never taking her big blue eyes off of him.  Her movements were smooth and powerful, like a big cat, his were pathetic, cowardly steps, trembling before the incredible body in front of him.  
 
"Huh...hi."  Mr. Doyle finally spit out once he felt she was in hearing distance.  Her face surged forward, to within about a dozen feet of the tiny gym teacher.  He fell to his knees, shaking uncontrollably.  Without a sound, her mouth closed the gap between the two, clamping down on him with her lips and dragging him head first off the ground.  His legs flipped around as her head jerked up, his body buried up to his knees in her mouth.  She flipped her head back and cracked her lips open enough to slide her tongue all the way underneath him and drag him into her mouth.  Snapping her jaws shut, she again flipped her head back, as well as her eyes as she visibly and audibly swallowed my teacher alive.  The noise was loud enough to reach us, and we were at least three hundred yards from the site.  For the first time, we heard her voice: "MMMMMMMmmmmm."  All it took was a second for everyone on that beach to set to motion.  There is no way to properly describe the scene, but I'll try.  The screams hit first, loud soprano notes from the women and children, horrified curses from the men.  Sand being kicked in every direction as people ran in every direction.  After swallowing Mr. Doyle, she stood to her full height, and began stomping on those nearest her deadly feet.  Again and again they pumped up and down, each time extinguishing the life of someone I knew.  Some I had known for years, spending formative summers at this lake.  The cabin had been passed down for two generations, three now with this being the first in my possession.  Each time her foot came back to the earth, another perished.  The mayor and his wife, the weird guy and his brother who spend all day looking for worms and all night fishing.  My Wyatt was screaming at his wife, dragging her by her arm away from their picnic spot, all of his wife's attention on the beach towel with their two infant daughters still helplessly laying there.  The shadow falling over them as the foot descended.  The beautiful, young, smooth, perfectly formed foot.  She had aimed the sole of her big toe perfectly, and when it raised, the sand was a bloody mess.  Mrs. Wyatt found her hidden mother strength and ripped herself free from her husband's grasp.  She threw herself into the ankle of the towering teenager, pounding with her clenched fists and screaming at the top of her lungs.  The giantess let forth a laugh as she used her non-planted foot to send the tiny woman flying into the sand on her back.  She giggled as she aimed the ball of her foot at Mrs. Wyatts face and stepped on it, creating another mess in the horribly soiled sand.  
 
I finally came to my senses and grabbed my brother' arm.  We started the motor to our boat and pointed it in the direction of the parking lot.  While he piloted our Boston Whaler, I stood up and turned to my right to watch the scene.  The humongous...girl I guess she was, had entered the lake, and playing a game with those trying to swim away.  We hit a wave and I fell to my seat just as her enourmous maw swooped down into the water to scoop up another victim.  Each time emerging from the water with it trailing off of her pronounced chin as a lump filled her throat and moved it's way south.  Hard to believe those lumps were people.  It didn't take her long to finish off the swimmers, and I felt my heart fill with fear as her deadly gaze drew in our direction.  There were too many other boats, we weren't going to make it.  By the time we reached the center of the lake, so did she.  She was on her knees and the water was at her navel.  She went from boat to boat, flipping it over and dumping its inhabitants into the water.  We were coasting, and unfortunately were coasting right into her.  As she waded forward, we came up from her side and floated right in front of her, eventually crashing into her belly.  At the moment of impact, an intangible feeling of dread came over me, and I heard screaming and wailing.  Horrible pain was being inflicted on someone.  At that moment I realized the sound was coming from inside the giantess.  It hit me that no more than ten feet from where I was, a cauldron of heat and burning and pain was working it's foul magic on people I knew.  I didn't want it to be me in there.  
 
Again snapping out of my stupor, I dove from the boat and began swimming for the parking lot.  She had found a large pontoon boat and was dragging tiny screaming people from the water and depositing them on it.  I didn't look back and swam as hard as I could, finally reaching shore a couple of minutes later.  As I began to slink out of the lake, I glanced around to see where she was.  About three hundred feet down shore, she had beached the boat, and sat herself down next to it, examining her prisoners.  I took off down the path leading to the parking lot and realized I had lost my brother.  Desperately, I looked in all directions, hoping he would appear.  He didn't.  Shit.  He was either in the lake, or on that beach.  If he was in the lake, he was somewhat safe for the time being, so I decided to see if he was where I didn't want him to be.  
 
I was able to get within about fifty feet of her, hiding behind an outhouse.  She was facing me, with the boat sort of in her lap.  I was as stealthy as possible as I approached my hiding spot.  It fucking reeked.  I tried to hold my breath as I crept around to where I could see, but it all came out of me at once when I saw her stuff my brother into her mouth.  I jumped out, screaming: "NOOOOOOoooo."  The sadistic bitch heard me because she turned and stared right at me, maybe right through me...and started chewing.  The sound was absolutely disgusting.  I turned and ran back towards the parking lot, and all I could hear was that crunching, accompanied by her satisfied: "Mmmmmmm."  All I could see was her smiling before she bit down and mangled him.  I was slightly grateful I had turned away before she finished him.  Only saw the first two chews.  Chew.  Chew.  She was so fucking cruel.  Slowly grinding him for my pleasure.  Chew.  Chew.  "Mmmmmm."  
 
I couldn't believe when I reached my car and didn't feel her hot breath on my back.  As I jumped in and started it up, I again saw her mighty jaws close around my brother in my mind's eye.  It was obvious why I was still alive.  This bitch was just plain mean.  Chew.  Chew.  How can I ever get that image out of my head.  That horrible, horrible sound?  "Mmmmm."  How can you make such a pleasurable sound the second after you violently and cruelly ended someone's life???  

When I was a little girl, I used to love stomping on ants.  It was funny.  There they are, minding their own business, dragging a piece of popcorn back to their farm, like it was going to fit through the tiny hole on the top, when SLAM!  Dead, squished.  Haha.  

It was better with people.  As I approached the Stratosphere, I couldn't believe how many people were still in town.  They knew about me the second I left that lake.  I'm guessing it was the little fucker I let go.  Maybe it was a dumb idea at the time, but the look on his face was priceless.  And I won't lie, in the past hour, I've giggled to myself more than a couple of times knowing he's stuck with that image and sound in his head for the rest of his pathetic life.  

The Stratosphere towered above me.  I wondered what it would be like to be that tall, eventually deciding I was glad to be 200 feet - it's much more intimate.  I looked down to see a cliche - a news van screaming around a corner, slamming on their breaks, and then unloading a news anchor and her cameraman.  I admired her courage and stomped her partner.  Splat!  Haha.  I admired her courage even more when she picked up his camera and continued shooting/narrating.  I picked her up and placed her on top of the hotel part of the tower.  Have a bird's-eye view sweetie, this is going to be amazing.  Besides, this time around, I want everyone to see.  

I turned back around, looking south across the strip.  I counted maybe twenty people in the vicinity.  What the fuck were they thinking?  The reports are out, I have eaten like twenty people.  My gurgling stomach can testify.  I have stepped on like fifty, as evident from my blood-soaked soles. A priest of some sort, or just an idiot in robes was standing in the middle of Las Vegas Blvd, his arms raised and chanting.  I kicked the annoying little fuck and most of him landed in the Bellagio fountain.

Gazing back down there was a group of frat guys laughing and egging each other on.  I got down on my knees in front of them.  "Come on dude!  Go get her man, she's all yours, she WANTS you, haha!"  They shoved the youngest of the group forward.  "Sup, baby?"  This was just beyond bizarre.  Eating this asshole wasn't cruel enough.  I stood back up and kept walking down the strip, ignoring the college boys.  

Something little men should know about a giantess.  Or at least this one.  You don't turn me on.  You are pathetic ants.  Don't get any big ideas about me shoving you up my pussy, or rubbing you back and forth against my clit.  I don't do shit that turns YOU on.  I would get nothing from it, so it's not happening.  And no, you're not going up my ass either, that shit doesn't feel good, the whole fantasy is all in your head.  Basically, when I see you, I have three choices: kill you immediately, kill you slowly and painfully, or ignore you.  There are billions of people, and I'm not going to waste my time on all of them.  Those four idiots wanted me to do something to them.  I don't do what you want me to.  I'm a fucking goddess.  I do what I want, and I don't think you'd ever like it when I do it to you.  So just a word of advice to all you morons out there who think you'll gain my favor.  You won't, if you're lucky, you won't even be worth killing.  If you're unlucky, you won't have time to react to my toe squishing you into the ground.  If you're more unlucky, it's down the trap for some suffocation and skin-melting fun.  

Speaking of, guy in a suit is trying to sneak away from his parked car.  I hate guys in suits.  I hope people understand what the suit is.  When a guy wanted me to whip his ass with a cat-o-nine, or walk on his face, crap down his throat, any of that submissive shit, it was a guy in a suit.  "I am dominant all day, sometimes I want a change of pace," they'll justify.  No, toolbox, it's not the guy I see that's the mask.  You're this submissive bitch all the time.  It's the suit that's the disguise.  It's the way you behave 95% of the time that's the act.  For whatever reason, they always expect me to dangle them in front of my face, talk to them, coo them.  Nope, off the ground, flying through the air at insane speeds straight into my mouth, and typically right down my throat.  On to the next.  It all happens so fast, and it's so unlike anything you've ever experienced that I doubt most of them know what's really happening until they are sitting there in my tummy wondering what's next.  What's next?  Haha, what the fuck do you think is next?  Game over loser, haha.  No different for this guy, I only chew for the benefit of those watching, and no one seemed to care that I was eating this particular guy.  He mattered to me for only the three seconds between when I first saw him, and when I swallowed him alive.  See?  Told you, a submissive little bitch.  

I continue to meander down the street, ensuring anyone dumb enough to approach me is dealt with.  I haven't decided if I like squishing with the ball of my foot, or my toe.  The ball stomp is more powerful and abrupt.  Splat, dead.  The toe squish is a little more demeaning though.  Instead of my weight coming down on you, it's my muscles pushing down, and it always results in a little more time for a reaction.  "AAAAAAAhhhhhhhh!" Squish.  "NNOOOOOooooo!" Splat.  HEEEEELLLLLllll..." Crunch.  Yeah, definitely the toe squish, if I've got the time.  I'm into this for the brief moment when you get that I'm about to destroy you.  For that instance when you swing from a person with hopes and dreams, friends and family, and plans for the weekend to not being around for the weekend.  Just a nasty smear against the pavement.  Haha.  And since I'm not hunting anyone specific, yet, the entire reason you're that smear in front of your work is because you were late today.  You usually start at 9:00, but your kids didn't like the eggs you made, so you had to fire up some waffles instead, and you didn't make it to the parking lot until 9:17.  And you didn't make it to the sidewalk in front of your building until 9:23.  And then I saw you and stepped on you.  Haha.  Adds greater meaning to the phrase: "wrong place, wrong time."  My tummy is full of wrong place, wrong time.  Haha.  Your wife and kids are cashing your policy in, and in a couple of months, some new guy will be screwing her and your kids may even call him daddy, simply because you were there, and I felt like it.  Smush.  Smear.  Oops.  

Finally it seems like the national guard has gotten most of the city evacuated.  As I reach the end of the strip, I see the line in the sand.  How cute, the little army has set up sandbags and partitions.  Are they for me???  In typical military style, they shoot first.  As soon as the last rescue choppers lifted off the ground, the barrage began.  Cannons I guess.  I felt nothing.  I continued to stand there about a football field away from their little barrier, hands on my hips, scowl draped across my pretty face, waiting.  The next attack was missiles.  I counted twelve vapor trails streaking towards me.  BOOM!   When the dust settled, nothing had changed aside from the crater I was standing in.  They've had their fun, now it's my turn.  

I crouched and pounced, covering the distance between me and the troops within mili-seconds.  First I reached down and picked up the tank, lifting it over my head in one hand, pivoting and throwing it to the ground on top of about ten little soldiers.  It landed with a low thud, and bounced on its axis a couple of times, taking out a couple more uniformed losers.  No time to admire my handiwork though as there were still a few dozen little lives to extinguish.  As I started stomping them to death, one of the tiny condemned pulled out a sword and stuck it into my foot.  It actually hurt and I lifted my foot off the ground in pain.  To my surprise, he didn't let go and came up with my foot.  I wrapped my hand around him, viciously ripping him and his sword out of me, and chucked him as far as I could.  He may have landed in Henderson, but I was too busy to admire the toss.  Again and again I mashed them into non-existence, stepping on and kicking them as quickly as I saw them.  When they were all but gone, I moved for their leaders.   The stripes on their arms may as well have been suits.  Cowards hanging back as their force was slaughtered.  As I approached the general, or corporal, or whoever the guy in charge was, he pulled out a bullhorn.  No BS.  "You have declared war on the US government.  We have no choice but to respond accordingly.  What have you to say for yourself?"  

He obviously hasn't been paying attention if he thinks I'll address him.  I get down onto my knees, and then onto all fours, bringing my face close to him.  I open my mouth, several times his height, allowing him to feel my warm, humid breath.  One of his inferiors turned to run so I figured I'd help him, flicking the tiny speck with such force he tore in two, both pieces of his body spinning off sending showers of blood, like pinwheels with sparklers raining sparks into the sky.  I say THAT for myself, haha!  Quickly I turned back to the remaining officers and clamped my jaws around one of them, ripping him off the ground and tilting my head back to send him into my throat.  I swallowed him and looked back at the general, smiling as I did so.  "You cannot hope to defeat the might of the United States Armed Forces, you MUST stand down!"  He blasted through his bullhorn.  I stood up to my full height, placing a foot on each side of him, and crouched.  I hope he enjoyed the view staring up between my legs, my pussy hovering a couple dozen feet over his head.  

As I turned to leave the scene, most of my little toys already played with, I couldn't help but laugh at the sound the little man made as he drowned in my piss.  So nasty!  For shits and giggles, I walked over to The Hotel and planted a hand on each side of the tower.  With all my might, I pushed, and it broke in two about twenty floors up, the top half falling to the parking lot below with a tremendous groan and crash.

I made sure to grab my little reporter on my way back north, tossing her, camera and all, into my mouth.  It was tricky swallowing her without the camera, but I pulled it off, taking the camera back out of my mouth and placing it back in the tiny news van before finally leaving the strip, headed for the next destination of my plan.  I know about a hundred guys that would kill for that footage.  Maybe more appropriately I know at least that many who would die to have been her.  A couple dozen so far, HAVE died like her.  Haha.  Can't imagine how much that would suck.  The couple moments of pleasure at the thought of being dominated so completely by me couldn't possibly be worth the next minute or so.  The volunteers were all just short-sighted idiots.  

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is Anderson Cooper, and I wish I was in front of you today with better news.  Or at least news I knew how to even explain.  Please understand that this is all coming to us just now, and...well, frankly, I don't really believe it, and I doubt you will either.  What we're being told is that the National Guard was called into downtown Las Vegas to deal with what some are calling a giant woman."  He frowned, diverting his eyes from the camera as he said the last two words.  Visibly uncomfortable with what he was being asked to present.  

"As I just mentioned, the National Guard was called to the Las Vegas strip to confront a giant woman, uh, allegedly somewhere in the area of 200 feet tall, which would put her somewhere in the region of half the height of the Bellagio."  Reaching the end of his teleprompter's prompts, he put a hand over the microphone and leaned off-camera to the right.   "Uhm, I'm being told that this information is 100% credible, uh, legitimate...eh this is really happening."  An assistant came into frame ushering a stack of pages in front of Mr. Cooper.  Glancing down, he glanced through them, his eyebrows raising up his forehead, further and further into disbelief until they had joined the silver-white hair of his head.  

"Ok, again I apologize, this is just an unbelievable story, we've never dealt with anything like this, uh...any of us.  So what I'm being told is that the National Guard was indeed called to the south end of the Vegas strip to defend the city from an invading monster.  A, uh, 200 foot tall woman is how it...she is being described, and apparently, she is not friendly, an immediate threat to anyone who comes in contact with her.  Reports are flooding in that the National Guard was NOT successful in their endeavor, and I guess there are conflicting accounts on the number of casualties.  Some sources are claiming dozens, others hundreds."  Pain began to wind its way though his veins, displaying its presence through ever-increasing stress lines and wrinkles on the man's face.  

"So what we're hearing for those who are just joining us is that US armed forces encountered and engaged a 200 foot tall woman, and none of them survived.  We do not have an accurate count of the casualties, and to this point, we do not have any witnesses to present an eye-witness account."  No witnesses, he mumbled.  Then, turning, he called out to someone: "Where is this coming from?  No witnesses?  Can someone find us a witness so we can corroborate this mess?  What do you expect me to be saying up here?"  

Back on camera: "I am sure all of you are as shocked as we are, and we certainly apologize for the lack of substantive reporting at this point. What we know has happened is certainly a terrible, terrible tragedy, we know a lot of lives have been lost, brave soldiers working to protect this nation, but since 911, we certainly have not seen anything of this magnitude occur on American soil.  Since we don't have answers, we may as well begin posing questions, questions we hope will resonate with all of our viewers out there.  Joining me is National Guard spokesperson, Lt. John Ringley.  John, thanks for joining us, I'm sure you're well aware everyone has an awful lot of questions, let's start with the biggest, and...uh, I certainly didn't intend the pun considering the severity of this situation...  We are dealing with a giant woman?"   The resistance to believing was evident on his face and in his tone, but the reaction from the interviewee was not one of surprise.  

"Yes, Anderson, that's what we're dealing with."  

"Is this an extraterrestrial being, a regular person like you and I, uh...any idea where she may have come from?"

"We don't know."  This guy was typical.  

Struggling, Anderson continued: "Did she speak with anyone, were there any negotiations?"  

"Not that we are aware of."   The situation was now getting the best of the seasoned anchor.  You have to give these people credit during situations like this.  911, reporting non-stop for 20 hours or whatever, trying to lend credibility to conflicted information.  Creating the tone we all fall into, directing our concerns, addressing them once they've brought us to them.  So difficult to cover something like this, on the spot, careful not to step the wrong direction and offend someone.   

"Our viewers are probably most concerned at this point with the brave men and women of the National Guard who were said to have taken part in this engagement.  Can you add any detail to the reports we've heard to this point indicating there were no survivors?  Any idea as to the number we may have lost?"

"I can confirm there were no survivors, and initial estimates are we lost...144 brave souls to that monster today."  Finally a display of emotion from the veteran soldier.  

"Our thoughts and prayers go out to those lost today, and to their families.  We can't possibly understand why this happened today, we only know that it has.  We appreciate the service of those who fight for our freedom across the world, and we just never expect this to happen behind our own borders.  Perhaps sometimes we take the safety they provide for granted, and its unfortunate something like this would happen, and threaten their efforts to make us feel safe."  

Turning back to the spokesperson: "So that probably brings us to our next question, which is: so obviously we weren't able to contain this, uh, threat.  What does this mean?  Can you possibly explain what our next options are?  Do we have any idea as to this woman's intent?"  

"Well, Anderson, based on what we know, there really didn't seem to be any method to this attack, as we mentioned, no dialogue, no demands.  So, it's difficult to predict what happens next, which means it's difficult to predict the direction our armed forces and president may go."

Anderson turned back to face the camera and put his hand to his ear, pushing the earpiece further into his ear to hear his instructions.  "Lt. Ringley, we appreciate your time, we know you have several other outlets to respond to, we certainly appreciate you choosing CNN, the world leader in news, first.  Is it possible we may be able to reconvene later on during the broadcast?"

"Certainly Anderson, I have a feeling it's going to be a long night."  The soldier removed his headset and spun his chair around, standing up to leave the set.  Chin buried in his chest, feet dragging.  

"We are now set to join the mayor of Las Vegas, Carolyn Goodman, live at her offices at the capital."  The normally upbeat woman appeared on the screen next to the anchor.  "Thank you for joining us Madame Mayor, I'm sure you have far more pressing matters to attend to during this dark time for your city."

"Normally I'd say it's my pleasure to ensure the American public is kept abreast of a situation, Anderson, uhhhum, obviously there is nothing pleasurable about this tragedy.  But it is my duty."  The somber tone was uncharacteristic for sure.  The burdens of her office weigh heaviest during moments like these.  

"We don't know much about what has occured, but we are hoping you can confirm what we have heard, and possibly add some information of your own.  A 200 foot woman attacked your city and was engaged by the National Guard.  Apparently, there was a conflict in which none of the defenders survived.  144 is the number we were given.  That's all we and the American public have been told at this point, we certainly hope you can elaborate."  

"Yes, Anderson, this is indeed the case.  To start from the beginning, we received a frantic 911 call from a young man claiming to have been attacked by a gigantic woman.  Rather the call came to local authorities near Silverton, who passed the information along to state authorities.  The state police responded to the call, sending troopers out to the site of the attack, who were able to confirm the incredible claims.  We were notified by the governor's office that there may be a threat to the city, and to begin planning for a full-scale evacuation."  She paused, allowing Anderson to intervene.

"Yes, when I received the call to come in, I had thought I would be reporting on that situation, and by the time I got here the attack had already occurred, so evidently you were not given much notice?"  

"Actually Anderson, the initial attack occurred yesterday, and there was some delay in getting out to confirm the report, calls like the one we received are typically given lower priority, uh, whew, this is tough.  Uh, this is Nevada, we certainly get our fair share of UFO sightings and what-not.  This just happened to be the first one that was real.  But we were notified late last night to prepare the plan, and that we would hear back whether or not to carry it out.  So initially, the threat was not made public, and we felt it best not to alert the public and cause a panic.  I don't know how it could possibly take so long to locate a 200 foot tall monster, but they didn't find her until she was only about 100 miles from the city.  Fortunately, we had formed a solid plan, and the good citizens of Las Vegas were able to evacuate the city in time to avoid the altercation."

"Well, we certainly applaud your efforts, and those of your staff, and I'm sure the entire city is grateful they elected you."  He took a breath, collecting his thoughts. "So the good news is, there were no civilian casualties?"  

"Any time you're dealing with a city with the population the size of Las Vegas's, it's impossible to account for everyone.  Based on reports from the scene, there were several poor souls who for whatever reason, did not make it out of the city in time.  They perished just like the national guard soldiers, this monster knows no mercy."  Her mood was shifting from solemn to angry.    

"What kind of damage occurred to the city?  We sent our own van out to the scene, but unfortunately lost contact with them, and it doesn't appear any other outlets have released any footage of their own either."  

"Well, her wrath seemed more aimed at our citizens and the soldiers than at any of our infrastructure, but we certainly have a huge mess to clean up."  She didn't catch herself like Anderson.  "She did attack one hotel, pushing it over.  And left several roads in no condition to be driven on.  But mostly, the carnage was directed at the victims of this tragedy."  

Flipping the television off, Quincy lept into motion, grabbing his keys from the hook next to the refrigerator and bursting out the door of his trailer.  "I've got to find that van."  

As Quincy turned his jeep onto the strip, the carnage was apparent.  "Wow," he said to himself, "that bitch fucked this place up."  He dropped down to fifteen, almost coasting up the avenue in order to get a better look at the scene.  There was blood everywhere.  Splattered across store fronts, pounded into the pavement, everywhere he looked was death.  

Right behind him was ground zero.  As he stared into the rear view, the Jeep suddenly dropped and crashed, sending his head slamming down into his steering wheel.  It took about five minutes or so for him to gain enough consciousness to remove himself from the immovable vehicle.  Looking around he could see that a large portion of the road had sunk lower into the ground, and he was forced to jump to climb out of the hole.  Back at the normal street level, he could see the hole in the shape of a foot, four smaller holes just to the front of the larger one.  Motherfucker.  How big was she?  Rounding the front of the hole, he almost tripped over the legs, following them up to the torso that was hanging over the side of the gash, smeared against the edge of the depressed avenue.  Ouch.  

Glancing around Quincy could see some official looking people near the entrance of Mandalay Bay noticing him and he took off in a dead sprint for the MGM.  Catching his breath while hiding behind a golden lion, he saw they didn't follow.  More important things to do.   He began the trek north, carefully looking for signs of the van.  With no one to harass him, he decided to follow her journey, backwards.  He had counted 213 footprints from the bottom to the top of the strip.  Fuck else was he going to do?  There were no street performers.  No pirate show at Treasure Island.  The volcano was still sending flames into the air at the Mirage, but there were no cabs lined up to drop off and pick up patrons.  No street urchins to harass him: click, click "here you go mang, pretty girls!"   In one of the footprints he counted twelve messes.  At another site, a man's body lead to a big toe print, but no head.  Perhaps the most bizarre held two naked messes, one on top of the other.  At least he was pretty sure it was two bodies. People aren't going to keep doing that shit if you're going to kill them anyways, damn!

Finally he saw it.  CNN stamped all over that bad boy.  The camera had to be somewhere, Quincy was just praying he wouldn't find it in one of those holes.  He jogged across the street towards the van, careful to avoid a few puddles and a couple of piles of what was previously alive and human.  About fifteen steps away, his eyes lit up as the prize appeared.  Safe.  He could see it sitting there, and once about ten feet away he could hear it.  Still running. 

Jackpot.

    *   *   *   *   *

Flagstaff was about 250 miles away.  Be like you jogging 8 miles.  I didn't think I had much of a choice with the shit I just pulled, they would be reacting pretty quickly.  So after ensuring there would be witnesses despite no survivors I went for it.  I didn't have time to pay attention to where I was stepping, so I am sure there are now more than one living person who've seen me.  Doesn't matter, this is going to work.  Can't squash them all.  Or maybe I can, just somewhere down the road.  

I remember making this drive when I moved from Phoenix.  It was pretty.  Flagstaff actually reminded me of places much further north.  At altitude, it just didn't seem anything like Phoenix, crazy since it was still so near it.  There were trees with leaves that turned instead of cacti with needles that pricked.  You could ski there!  90 degrees in Phoenix, and people hop in their cars and are flying down a mountain over real snow a couple hours later.  Good restaurants, lots of shopping.  And most of the residents were pretty well off.  I was counting on all of the city's charms...

About an hour and a half later, I was leaning up against the base of Humphrey's Peak, out of breath.  Those annoying fucks bombed me the whole way.  As soon as I was out of range of a school or hospital, the missiles came.  Dozens of them.  And the stupid planes knew better than to fly anywhere near me.  Shit, most of them stuck miles out.  Thank you long-range missiles.  Regardless, just like on the strip, they never touched me.  I knew it was the presence - that sword stuck deep into me.  I can be hurt, I guess just not by missiles or guns.  But I didn't want to push it either.  Hence my haste to reach a decent-sized city.  

As I sat and waited, I thought about everything that had happened the past three days.  Wow, had it really only been three days?  Three days ago, I was basically a porn star.  I liked being with girls much more, but guys paid better.  I had a couple million in the bank, and about twenty really rich men wrapped around my finger.  I had everything I wanted.  Now I have even more.  Nearly 300 people had faced me at this point.  Every single one of them lost.  I embarrassed them, I diminished them, and I dominated them.  Some of them I devoured, sending them to the depths of hell.  Sure, I needed to eat, but it was their death I was really feeding on.  Their insignificance and their fear.  Their terror when it hits them.  They're going to die.  None of them ever saw it coming.  They woke up, scratched their nuts and stumbled to the bathroom for the usual morning ritual.  Some of them showered, some pigs didn't.  Some ate breakfast, some were running late.  Some said good bye to their wives, some their husbands, some their partners.  Some of them dropped kids off at school, some of them took the bus.  But they all died.  And they all had that moment.  The moment when it all makes sense.  The moment you never believed was going to happen.  It's why you kept smoking.  It's why you sky-dive, or rock climb or eat nothing but Whoppers.  You thought you were invincible.  You had heard that people died, but it wasn't going to happen to you.  Only it is.  It's going to happen.  It's about to happen.  What I love most is tearing that invincibility from you the second before I tear your soul from your body.  I get more out of it when I wait long enough to share that moment between the two of us.  We don't talk, I don't talk to prey.  I am not interested in hearing you beg, or seeing you piss and shit yourself.  All I want is the look in your eyes.  When you get it.  When you understand.  When the disbelief disappears and the reality sets in.  Holy fuck, this is not happening, I had tickets to Cirque du Soleil tonight.  My daughter has a wedding I need to be around to pay for.  i never got to go to Paris.  Oh shit, this IS happening.  That's when I snuff them out.  Haha.   

I was exhausted.  Destroying lives is hard work believe it or not, and I'm sure the shock and awe of what I had become had taken its toll mentally as well.  I considered my options.  I really wanted to sleep, and I'm a lazy bitch who does what I feel like.  I knew reason wasn't going to get the best of this battle.  It's not like anyone would come near me, and obviously somehow I was immune to most of what the army was throwing at me.  Flagstaff had 60,000 people calling it home.  Laziness sometimes breeds riskiness, and arrogance always breeds impetuousness.  I laid down and went to sleep.  I dreamed a nightmare in which I was the little priest I had kicked the shit out of.  Literally.  I remember looking up at myself, the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen.  While I used to be bratty and kinda scrawny, now I was elegant and powerful.  My movements were smooth and confident, my gaze was overpowering.  My eyes never closed, and they seemed to see all.  Stuck in this tiny pathetic body, I felt the terror he must have felt.  Most of the time they don't move.  I am terrifying to the point of petrifying.  Like Medusa and her gorgon sisters, my gaze will turn a man to stone with fear.  He will stand there, he will accept it, and he will suffer his fate.  Sure they'll run if they see me coming from a mile away, but once I see you, you're mine.  You know you don't have a chance.  You hope I will show mercy or someone else will grab my attention before I can scoop you up and devour you.  Facing myself may have been a ploy by the good guys to shame me into turning away from my path.  Forcing me to feel what I was forcing on the population of Las Vegas did not have that effect, if intended.  Yet it did nothing to fill the void deep inside me.  As much as I fed off the feeling of dread I inspired, I hungered still.  I cannot be satiated.

The moment my pretty little (well, used to be) foot came at me and sent me flying into the fountain, I woke up.  Surprisingly there were little people all around me.  Little perverts.  Fucked in the head romantics who love me.  Haha.  I grabbed the man standing outside the entrance to my loins and ate him.  Hell was he thinking?  Sitting up, a bright light caught my eye and I looked up into the heavens.  Uh oh, I had made a very costly mistake.  No fucking way was this happening.  There were 60,000 people here, they wouldn't!  

They did.  Wiped the whole city right off the map.  I wasn't mad they did my job for me.  I wasn't mad that they just killed 60,000 people much more efficiently that I ever could.  I was pissed because I had been wrong.   And when I stood up and brushed the ashes of the annihilated city off of my skin, I had a new plan in mind.  One that involved wiping the US government and their fucking nukes off the face of the planet.  And armed with the knowledge that I was also nuke-proof, I could take my sweet time and not worry about running from population center to population center like I thought I had to.  Not like that strategy deterred them from using their deterrent anyway.  

Being virtually invincible, I could see how this all would play out.  Absolute bedlam could ensue if I just continued to rampage.  People would be killing each other over ways across the Atlantic or Pacific.  I couldn't really Google the mileage at this point, so I can't say I was positive I could make the swim.  No doubt I wasn't in as good a shape as that chick who swam the channel.  But it was pretty obvious if I were to milk this for all its worth, some sort of order would need to be placed.  The apocalypse could eventually come, and I looked forward to the day, but I was only one 200 foot tall girl.  I can't fly, I can't teleport, I can't really sneak up on anyone.  I can't be everywhere at once, either.  I was going to need help.    

Finding I could almost stand up in the University of Phoenix stadium, I decided to make it my home.  I assumed once people heard where I had set up shop they would show up.  And they did.  It started as a trickle, 99% male, until it grew to a stream.  The woman started to come as well, thankfully.  All the men did was stare and drool.  If I didn't need them, I would flatten them, and sometimes I did.  Disgusting little pigs.  At first they came for sexual reasons, but once they found out what I was all about, they started coming for moral reasons as well.   I stumbled upon a silent majority.  A massive population that doesn't vote, and doesn't read US Weekly or watch TMZ.  They didn't stand in line for iPhones nor iPads, and their clothes don't bear many labels.  Their voice was never heard because there was no one to unite them.  They didn't hear their opinions being shared in the court of popular opinion.  Media outlets didn't know they were there so they didn't cater to them.  But they were there.  And they had no idea how popular they truly were.  They were sick of the lies, the special interests, the party politics, and the warmongering.  When Washington wiped Flagstaff off the map, that spark ignited a wildfire.   At first they were pissed at me over the Las Vegas massacre.  They questioned the lives I took and the pain I inflicted.  I decided god was too ambitious, so I was merely a higher form of evolution.  Don't you dare question me when you experiment on monkeys and raise baby calves in cages too small to ever move in for the best veal.  You are like animals to me.  I am free to do what I want with you.  This created three groups of my followers: the ones who left my service immediately, the ones who bought it completely, i.e. the complete losers, and the ones who stuck around because we had similar goals, even though I disgusted them.  I respected the third group most.  The first were idiots to oppose me, the second were losers to worship me, and the third were just smart.  Morals don't exactly line up?  So what!  Get what you want and deal with the conscience later.  Or don't.  

I don't.  Mine is dead.  Or buried, or muffled, or whatever.  It doesn't ever chime in anymore.  Chide me for eating little people.  Stepping on them, squishing them.  Good because I like doing it.  

After the whole Flagstaff massacre, that one that wasn't on me, for the most part I was left alone.  The military figured they couldn't hurt me, and maybe they decided not provoking me was the best policy.  And I let them think it was by not attacking any other cities.  We built a pretty strong network, my forces were flourishing.  But the trigger of my plan couldn't happen fast enough.  Eating people that are ready for it and actually want me to do it just isn't the same.  Now I do it because I'm hungry.  That was never the point.  So when we finally reached enough numbers and had infiltrated enough positions of the government, we pounced.  

I couldn't compete with technology.  If I went on the warpath, by the time I reached the next city it would be empty.  I needed to wipe out their communications, and the only way I felt I could shut it all down was to send them all back to the stone age.  So I made my demands - allow my people into all known power generating facilities, or face my wrath.  My wish that there would be some resistance was granted when Sheriff Arpaio and about thirty of his deputies locked themselves inside the Palo Verde Nuclear plant, refusing us entrance.  45 miles away?  Shit, I'll be there in 10 minutes.