If there truly was a higher power than Aiden was convinced
they had it out for him. From one instance to the next, things continuously
grew worse for the beta. From half an inch in height to four, and now to three,
he had gone through more than most. Enough trauma to last several lifetimes.
And just when things seemed to be moving positively for him, just when things
seemed like they’d finally go his way, life had a funny way of telling him to screw
himself. Currently, Aiden would much rather take his chances in his previous
predicament, stuck within Lynette’s home. At least there he could gain valuable
information.
Names of people whom the corporate leader knew. People from
across the world, all with their own hands within the current planet state.
Benefiting, abusing, and ultimately guiding the way social power operated.
Lynette possessed such powerful connections that it was baffling to the 3-inch
beta, who once was known to Miranda Minerva, the very woman who dreamed of the
globe’s population shrunken before her, with only those loyal being the very
few who would retain their size. She held connections; the very same Lynette
now used today. Inherited through her mother and made stronger through the late
Minerva’s old allies. Aiden knew this. He knew all of this through his short
yet bountiful time hidden in her abode, among her servants. Slaves, in truth,
would prove a much more fitting term.
Treated as little more than tools for her own amusement and
leisure, there was no shortage of bodies flattened underneath an annoyed heel.
Yet even that, even then, would prove more favorable than Aiden’s
current predicament. With blood frozen in fear, any bravado he had steeled
within himself long since abandoned, Aiden took several frightful steps back as
he looked up towards the red-headed devil that was Maya. His devil, his
tormentor. His self-proclaimed one and only. There were few who
unfortunately knew him as well as her, and even if he tried with all his might
to act brave, to face any apparent death with as much dignity he could muster,
Maya likely had already devised a way to make him break. Painfully, brutally,
and with all the pleasure she could possibly muster. Before, over a year prior,
he didn’t need to worry about death. He was unkillable, his height of half an
inch coming with an added bonus of seeming invincibility. He could neither but
cut into or crushed. Now, however, that was no longer the case. And looking
upon the psychopath’s crazed expression it was clear that she was very aware of
Aiden’s newfound vulnerability.
This was a game to her. Like cat and mouse. She wanted to
be entertained. She wanted to have fun. At either Aiden’s expense or the
expense of the poor soul Maya had bound in bandages with crude stitching. It
was shoddy work, likely adding to their pain as the killer continued to hold
the female beta close to their head. Slowly, Maya’s grip tightened around the
bound beta’s body as they continued to smile down toward the source of their
obsession. Tittering on the edge of sanity and mania, Maya could only really
focus on her desires. Dressed only in her undergarments and upon her bed, her
one focus now was to soothe any burning sensation she felt within. She
remembers her earlier vows to take things easy. To make it seem like she wasn’t
a danger anymore. But Aiden didn’t play the role he was meant to in her plans,
so what reasons did she have to keep such promises?
It wasn’t like she was going to hurt him. Well, much
anyway. “Oh Aideeeen~” Maya crawled forward on her elbows, as though she were
some predatory feline. She didn’t care for how little she wore, or how cold the
air of her apartment was. The few candles which lit her bedroom offered little
in the way of warmth. Still, they added to the ‘mood’ even if now there was a
heavy sensation of terror which seemed to cling onto the two betas present.
While the female beta couldn’t see the world around her, Maya’s poorly done
wrapping covering their entire head, she could hear well enough. Even better
now as that, along with smell, were the only two sensations she could rely on.
The heartbeats of her captor. Their heavy breathing as she
drew closer to her prey. All these were heard, and in some form felt, vibrated
in the air, and carried into the beta’s chest. There wasn’t an event within
their life that warranted such abuse, such horror. And yet here they were, a
victim of circumstance or fate. Whichever came to mind first when cursing such
cruel events. Aiden, on the other hand, was far more accepting of his
situation. True, he was variably shitting bricks the closer Maya got, but at
this point in his life, it was a fool’s hope to believe anything good would
last forever for someone such as him. Even before being shrunken down, Aiden’s
life wasn’t the most pleasant. It was far from ideal, having no one to rely on
nor anyone to find console in.
The first person who had ever shown him anything even
remotely similar to kindness was the very same beast now looming over him, her
eyes shining so brilliantly in the dimly lit room that, for a moment, she
barely looked human. Aiden could not see her pale skin, her red hair, or even
the few pieces of clothing Maya wore. He saw nothing but her blue shining eyes
and cruel, crazed smile. Right now, she seemed more akin to some folklore
monster. A legendary beast who would snatch up the unfortunate. And in some
ways, Maya did fit that bill. For whom else did she take but those who did not,
could not, deserve the torment she was likely to inflict upon not just their
bodies but their minds as well?
“Aideeeen~” Maya sang as her head bobbed back and forth.
Her words just slithered out from between her lips, a result of her
inebriating cocktail mix of white wine and Roxanne’s self-made medication. A
poor combination that only served to worsen an already broken mind. “Aiden,
Aiden, Aideeeen~” Maya’s lips pursed as she lowered herself down, not caring
that in the process as she pulled her arms inward she also unintentionally
placed the female beta beneath her chest. They could see nothing. They only
knew their life was in danger once the pressure began to increase drastically,
Maya not taking into consideration the need to hold some of her weight back.
Even as the cracks and pops of bones became audible to the equally small Aiden,
the towering giantess above did nothing to alleviate her victim’s pain.
“Why do you have to be so meeean?” The giantess whined. She
rolled onto her back, giving the beta beneath some much-needed air, though it
was clear that one of their legs, even when bound, had been broken and bent in
an unnatural manner. The same was nearly true of their arm, but even if it
brought them great pain the woman struggled to keep it still. If it could be
seen then her arm was likely incredibly bruised, brought almost to its breaking
point. And that was only the visible damage. There was no telling if anything
else broke. It was incredible, if not terrifying, that they managed to remain
conscious for this long.
Maya remained still as she stared up towards the ceiling,
her hair splayed around her head giving the image of some crimson lake with
some monument at its center. There was no way to say for certain what exactly
was going through her mind currently, as Aiden couldn’t keep up with her
erratic mannerisms and emotions. She still held the female beta firmly in her
grasp as she stretched her arms upwards. Maya placed a thumb upon the beta’s
head, envisioning their head turning further and further towards the side until
they heard the snap. It would be so easy for someone this fragile. And
they were already hurt, their body likely needing a few more ‘pushes’ before
being broken.
Maya stroked their head, their touch inciting lovely
screams from the woman. Death wouldn’t come for this one. Not yet anyway. Not
when there was still so much to do.
Maya’s arms fell to her sides before, out of nowhere, she
began to laugh. Filled with malicious delight, tears began to fall from her
eyes as her mirth only continued. Whatever makeup she wore around her eyes
began to flow downward, spreading onto her cheeks as she clutched her chest.
Her heart was beating, perhaps a little too fast. But it didn’t feel…bad.
Strangely enough, she felt very good. Along with her battle inner battle
between mania and sanity, there came as well a strange form of lucidity. A
moment where she could actually think, not just about Aiden, but of herself as
well. Of what she’s done to reach this moment in her life.
“You know…you’ve been acting very selfish lately. Right?”
Maya’s eye turned towards Aiden, the beta having taken her previous laughing
fit as an opportunity to back away and, hopefully, find some means to climb to
the floor. Though he wasn’t the only one suffering he knew next to nothing of
the other beta, and thus had not placed their safety as a concern of his. Right
now, all he wanted was to place as much distance between him and Maya as he
could. An action now proved pointless as her gaze was now upon him again.
Maya’s smile faded and grew frighteningly stern. Her pupils
shrank in silent fury as she released the female beta, only to bring her hand
forward. Her fingers wrapped around Aiden with such pressure that he truly
believed she was trying to break bone. But his frame was only ever brought to
the edge. Any more added pressure would prove efficient in breaking his body.
It became obvious that Maya wasn’t trying to break him. Hurt him, scare him,
yes. But anything fatal was being avoided, for now anyway.
“And…how exactly have I been…selfish?” the pressure was
making it difficult to speak. Any attempt was painful as his ribs likely were
pressed too closely against his lungs. A break would almost certainly puncture
them at this point. Still, he talked, if only to get to the bottom of what was
meant.
There was a minor chuckle as Maya’s grip lessened slightly.
The index finger of her other hand came to gently pat the beta’s head, tussling
his hair as well as pushing him deeper into her grasp. The suit she had stolen
for him, taken from the now likely mutilated body of another beta, grew ragged
as it struggled and scrapped against the giantess’s palm. Aiden felt a sleeve
tear as soon, only his head poked through. Maya’s grip released, but Aiden
didn’t fall. Instead, he was pinched between her thumb and middle finger, close
to his neck, and choking. His tormentor’s smile returned, forming into a soft
smirk that was brimming with malintent.
“Don’t play dumb” Maya teased, her hold moving up and down
Aiden’s chest as she toyed with him. His head was thrown back and forth as
Maya’s rubbed him in between her fingers, carefully looking over his body. He
fought for air, even trying to push against her extremities at one point. It
availed him nothing but still proved a delight to watch. “Use that soft
wittle head of yours and think, think, think about it~.”
A request that wouldn’t really amount to anything as, no
matter how much thought Aiden could give with the little air he was allowed, he
couldn’t come to whatever conclusion Maya was drawing towards. One moment
passed past another as, slowly but surely, Aiden’s vision was begging to ebb.
In your old life, you would have none of this. Losing consciousness, his
struggles grew less erratic, less powerful, before his arms finally began to
fall to his sides. Once more, Maya didn’t show much in the way of concern.
Again, she wasn’t trying to kill him, and if there was one person who knew just
how much pain he could take it was her.
Maya released her hold on Aiden, allowing the beta to fall.
Vision returned to him slowly at first before the weight of his situation was
drawn upon him. He was in mid-air and falling fast. Shocked awake, he screamed
only once before making impact. The collision was not as painful as he had
imagined. In fact, it was rather soft. But this did not inspire relief.
Instead, concern flooded his body and brought new worries onto display. He
didn’t need to look around to know where he was, and yet as he stood, Aiden
still found himself in wonder to find himself standing upon Maya’s left,
bra-covered breast. From here he could feel the giantess’s heartbeat, not just
on her skin but within his body as well. The vibrations were such that they
were felt, known, in his very bones. Another reminder of his place in life. How
easily he was dominated by a natural function of the human body.
Maya’s hand came to rest behind him, her limb preventing
any sort of backtracking, and by extension escape. Her fingers drummed upon her
skin, adding to the already formidable vibrations he felt. It wasn’t easy to
contend with a living mountain. Even less so when said mountain had its entire
focus set upon you. Aiden tried to step forward, but any step was faulty thanks
to the extreme softness of his surroundings. When he fell forward after an
attempt, his hands getting their fill of boob flesh, Maya could only laugh.
Even if her intentions now weren’t the purest she could not deny that his
little struggles were positively adorable.
“Weeeell? Did you think it through~?” Maya asked in a
sultry tone. Her head cocked slightly to the side; her eyes narrowed. When she
got no answer she sighed knowingly. “No, of course you haven’t. Why would you?
Thinking never was your strong suit…no…too many mistakes in life to be a good
thinker~…so, I’ll tell you.”
“You don’t understand just how fortunate you are
Aiden.”
The beta’s mind ran blank as he struggled to process those
words. Fortunate? Just how on earth was he fortunate? The life he’s lived, the
hardships he had to endure. They were far from deserving of actually being
grateful. And that worked well into his life prior to being shrunken down. He
had no one before. No real family, no real friends. No true reason to continue
living before Maya came into his life, and the two were well aware of how that
tale ended.
And things only grew worse from there. Almost killed by
someone he loved and who he believed loved him. Brought back to life by a mad
woman with dreams of grandeur and world domination, only to somehow find
himself back in the claws of his would-be killer. Made a toy of his tormentor
and her newfound lover, broken down mentally until he longed for death before
meeting someone who played a hand in his shrinking. And just when life seemed
to be getting better, after finally standing up to his tormentor, when finally
he was making meaningful relationships, did Aiden once again find himself back
in Maya’s clutches.
That wasn’t fortune. That was the furthest thing from
fortunate. If anything, such a cursed life seemed to point out that he was
forsaken by any higher power which granted life on earth. There was no escape
for him, this was his life. If being forced to live such a pitiful existence
was deemed selfish that he damn well wished for a reason as to why it could be
deemed as such. A vein formed on the beta’s pale skin as his fury rose. Angry
eyes turned towards arrogant ones, Maya not looking even the smallest bit
worried. She had expected such a reaction, especially after what had happened
last time Aiden grew furious. Back then, she caved. She broke down and, as
humiliating as it is to admit, cried. Likely that was the first step Aiden
needed to break out of his previous shell, but Maya saw that it was high time
he stepped back in.
Before he could shout his retort, Aiden was thrown about as
Maya adjusted herself. She sat upright, her weight sinking into the mattress
and pulling forward the female beta. For a time, she had remained still and
silent, grateful for the reprieve from torment. Now, her screams of terror and
anguish were renewed, her tumbling downward eliciting several pained yelps as
her stitches and bandages tugged at her skin.
An arm came to rest underneath Maya’s breasts, pushing
against them as Aiden slid in between the two mounds. The cool air did well to
prevent any copious amounts of sweat, though the few amounts of candles
generated enough heat that there was still a minor layer to contend with.
Nothing so much that his suit was drenched in fluid, but enough that he could
not pull himself free. Maya looked down at him, her cheeks gaining a deeper
blush that added to what was already present due to her intoxicated state. His
cute, angry struggles only served to fashion him deeper and deeper into the
tons of tit flesh, pushing against him from all sides that escape was an
impossibility. Still, resistance did not wane. He was a fighter, especially
when angry. Maya fondly remembered how, on the rare occasion, did Aiden stand
up for himself. Even raising his voice.
It was cute that he thought he still held the capability to
do so.
Impossibility of escape aside, this was what Maya had in
mind. This is what she meant. How many people in the world could say they had a
second chance and be nestled between a pair of breasts belonging to an old
flame of theirs? Less than can be counted upon a hand, Maya could ensure that.
“Roxanne calls you a friend…” Maya explained as she bared
her teeth. This much closer now, Aiden had forgotten just how much sharper her
canines were than others. Like a true monster. A blood-hungry fiend. “Lyza used
to hate you. Do you remember that? Now, she actually likes you. Enough
that she gets concerned when you’re in danger, just like when you hid at her
sister’s home. And me…” Maya chuckled, her chest rising as she did and
threatening to suffocate Aiden. “Well…what more can be said?”
Maya pressed her breasts closer together, applying more
pressure to Aiden until, once again, he felt close to bursting. Just as before,
Maya relented just when the beta was at his limit, keeping him from any fatal
harm.
“I’m positively obsessed with you.”
She won’t deny that his life had its difficulties. A great,
GREAT many as it was, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t only just despair. “Sure,
things suck from time to time but think of it like this. Thanks to me, you’ve
got people like Roxanne and Lyza in your corner. You have luxuries,
friendships, and if you play your cards right, flings. What more could
you want in life?”
In her warped mind, Maya recalled just what sort of state
Aiden was in prior to their dating. A loner, unkept, and without anyone.
Months, maybe weeks from doing something they could never take back. An easy
life to take, or so she thought at the time. That was until purpose was once
again given to him. By her. Devotion, companionship, Aiden had been through
this before. And once again, it was up to Maya to give him that sense of ‘purpose’.
“Where do you think you’d be had we never met, Aiden?” Maya
questioned as her smile softened. It was a genuine inquiry, and her expression
was a mixture of concern and curiosity. Worry of what may have been had she
never come into his life. “Hanging from the ceiling by some rope necklace? Or
thrown from a bridge into chilling water? Or maybe your throat ripped open on
some overpass? What sort of life could you have lived without me? Not a long
one, that’s for sure.”
Prior to their meeting, Aiden was miserable. He had
lost…everything. Family gone in terrible accidents. Supposed friends abandoning
him in times of need. He needed love. He needed another life alongside his own.
Without it, he had nothing to live for.
“Without me, your life wouldn’t have had a purpose. I give
that to you.” Maya reasoned, her smile falling even more. As she spoke, her
insanity seemed to fade. As she thought more of how they enjoyed one another’s
time, their lives, did a sane mind begin to seep through the mania. “You think, because you’re happy for one
year, that you don’t need me anymore. That you don’t need what I can give
you? Well, you’re wrong, I’ll tell you that much.”
Aiden’s voice was lost. Nothing he could say would be able
to convince Maya otherwise. He saw it in her eyes, in her expression. What she
said she full-heartedly believed.
“Aiden…” The words didn’t flow as naturally this time. What
Maya had to say had been long in the making. And still, they were not easy to
work around. Even with liquid courage flowing through her system, even with
Roxanne’s medication giving her the needed clarity, what she had to say wasn’t
something that came easily.
“What I did to you…the way I killed you…I’d take it back
if I could.”
True. Genuine. There wasn’t a single indication that showed
Maya was lying. The pressure against Aiden’s body relented until he was fully
about to pull his upper half free from the two fleshy mounds that were his
tormentor’s tits. There was a new expression on her face. One Aiden believed he
wouldn’t see in this lifetime. Not when regarding Maya. Regret of such a level
that even HE felt pity. He was speechless.
There were so many things that Maya wanted to do to him.
Break Aiden in so many ways that, this time, there’d be no way for him to come
back. No mad would-be queen to revive him, no hope of apparent resurrection.
Rip him apart, devour him, or simply crush him underfoot or rear. All these things,
she wanted to do. But the one desire that peaked through most of all, that
fought to place the others at rest, was a wish to come clean. To take back her one
and only, in the only way she could that might work.
“I want you back in my life Aiden…” Maya pleaded. Even with
his compromising position, she was still able to look down mournfully;
longingly. “I need you back in my life.”
In stark contradiction to her words before, it now seemed
as though Maya was the one who needed to be granted purpose rather than Aiden.
As if without him, she’d be lost. Confused. Lyza would still be by her side,
yes, but Maya wasn’t sure if that was enough anymore. She needed Aiden. She
needed Lyza. She needed them both.
She wanted both.
Aiden’s fury subsided. And with its release, came
understanding. This…wasn’t something he should be afraid of. He looked upon
Maya now and all he saw was a woman lost. Confused. Trying to salvage what was
broken several times over. Their relationship; the way it was before. That couldn’t
be saved. They had lost…their flame. Everything they had shared between the two
of them. Maybe somewhere, deep, deep down within his being there still rested
affection for the towering monster that was once someone he loved, but it had
broken to such an extent that this apology, or attempt at one, would never be
sufficient.
It would take more than that to reclaim what had been torn
down. And more…was something Maya did not possess.
There wasn’t even a desire to hurt her anymore. No reason
to yell or scream. Aiden only felt pity for Maya. Her desperation, it was sad
and pathetic. Even as the beta felt Maya’s hand upon his back, pulling him free
from his spot and placing him upon the bed softly, he still couldn’t speak.
“Please…please say you’ll come back to me…” Maya needed to
believe that was enough. To keep her mania at bay, to fight against the demons
that were her desire. Her lust, her insanity. She needed him to say yes.
But belief alone is not enough to mend grievous wounds.
After she had allowed their relationship to fester, to grow cruel and
misshapen, what could she have expected? So when next Aiden spoke, her world
did not come crashing down. Instead, she knew to silently curse her desperate
hopes, now so easily dashed.
“I can’t…” Aiden said, his voice being the finality Maya
needed to confirm her worst fears. Even if it was clear to the beta that Maya
was falling apart from her regret, even if this could save his life, he would
not lie. “There is nothing between us that can be saved Maya…and we both know
that…”
A moment, which seemed to drag on for hours. One minute
passed. And then two. All the while, Maya’s expression was unchanging, carrying
the same pitiable expression she had worn. There was devastation, minor but
expected, that became clear the moment she heard Aiden’s words. Those horrible,
destructive, but ultimately true words that she wished to deny but very well
could not. Maya clenched her teeth as she craned her neck upwards, staring blankly
at the ceiling. Days of planning, a full week, amounting to nothing regardless
of the preparations taken, and she very well knew why.
A bridge burnt could never be built up in the manner it
once was before. A relationship tarnished could not be mended by luxurious
offerings. As much as she hated to admit it, as badly as she wished to deny the
way things were, she could not. She knew what she and Aiden had was gone.
Ripped to shreds and trod upon like trash. And she was to blame.
Always, she was to blame.
New tears began to form and fall free from her eyes,
trailing down her face as makeup smeared her cheeks once more. This was going
to happen. This result, this inevitability, was always bound to come to pass.
She ruined it. Maya ruins everything.
“You’re right…” her shoulders fell as she gave in to the
impossibility of her attempt at salvaging what was irreparably broken. “You’ve always
been right, Aiden.” She wanted to fall flat on her bed and just…disappear. She wanted
to shrink away until she was out of sight. Out of not just Aiden’s life but the
lives of all those she knew. Lyza, Roxanne, everyone. “what right did I have at
even thinking this was possible?”
She felt like an idiot, thinking anything she could have
done would have given her the dream she should have known to be impossible.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid…” Maya gripped her arms tightly,
digging her nails into her flesh with such ferocity that before long she was
drawing blood. But no pain was registered. Her mind was in shambles, save for
one small spot of clarity. An iota of sanity that she continued to latch on to,
if only just to remind Maya of her own idiocy.
“All I wanted…all I needed…was for you to love me again
Aiden…” Maya explained, not in the hopes that it would change his mind but
rather just to get a handle on her surge of emotions, all bearing down with
such intensity that she needed some form of relief. Without Aiden, a piece of
her was missing. Something essential to her being, discovered once they grew
close but taken for granted at every step of the way. Now, it was beyond her.
But was it ever really hers to claim as her own? After all she had done to him?
“How silly of me to think I was
deserving of any sort of love…”
She looked down to face Aiden, hope now lost. Her eyes
turned towards the female beta, their struggles still persisting. Even as their
flesh apparently tore in their desperate attempt at freedom, staining their
wrappings red with blood, they persisted. It was brave. Foolish and pointless,
but brave. Desperation can make many a once-sane person act irrationally.
“There really is nothing I can do to save this, is there?” Even
if it would prove fruitless Maya still asked the obvious question.
And just as she expected, Aiden shook his head. “No. There
isn’t.” There wasn’t any hate in his voice. No malice or anything else of the
sort. He truly did pity her. In such a short amount of time, the demon he once
envisioned was replaced by a desperate woman clinging to a fading dream. Maya
did love him. Truly. But he could never give her what she wanted. Not after all
she’s done to him.
“The best you can do for me is just…let me go. Let me live
my life without having to be afraid of you. Please. Then maybe, hopefully, we
can both move on with our lives.”
Maya said nothing. She could do that. She could finally let
Aiden go. Give him the chance to experience a life worth living, once all the insanity
of the world had finally died down. She remembered how Aiden had key knowledge
in regard to Lynette. The knowledge that Roxanne could use for their benefit.
Place Lyza on her sister’s throne and claim Los Demonios as her own. Really fucking simple when Maya
thought about it. And very much the right thing to do.
This was her one chance to do something right for once in
her damn life. A single chance, a choice. That was all she had. Deep down, Maya
knew, this was the road she needed to walk if she wished for things to improve.
“Why… did you have to say that?” The corner of her lips
curled upward slightly, a sad grin that showed that she had made her choice. “Why
would I ever let you go?”
Aiden turned to run, even if there was no place he could
flee to, knowing that nothing good was about to come. Before he could make any
sort of distance, however, Maya’s hand fell upon him. Hard. Pinning him against
the bed with such pressure that now he was certain something was broken. Maya
turned the beta’s body until he was facing her once more, her mania seemingly
gone as she had come to her decision. Her choice was made, through a clear and
sound mind. With her other hand, she placed the female beta beside Aiden, their
struggles only worsening their condition. Their blood began to drip onto the
bed with even a few drops landing on Aiden. She pleaded, she begged, but there
would be no answer.
“You know, this little thing was meant to be a gift for
you,” Maya traced a finger across Aiden’s body, feeling him up before stroking
the side of his head. She was gentle, for perhaps what would be their last
night together. “A little fucked up, I know, but she was meant to remind you.
Of who’s in charge of our relationship. But, as you said… we don’t have one
anymore… so that kind of ruins the idea.”
“But I guess you can look at her as your parting gift now”
Aiden’s eyes went wide with fear as Maya rose up onto her
knees. Any small amount of light that was available to him was cast out as the
giantess’s shadow overtook the beta’s entire world. Even through her bandaged-covered
eyes, the woman beside Aiden could tell something was very wrong. Aiden tried
to speak out but found his voice was gone, stuck in his throat as his fear only
continued to rise.
“I wanted us to arrive at this moment a bit differently,”
Maya noted. She lowered her crotch closer until the heat from her most intimate
of parts was overbearing. Though she still possessed her sad smile there was a
more carnal desire that proved she was enjoying this. “After dinner and a few
drinks, I hoped we could spend the night together. It’s been a while since I felt
you against my body. Small as you are, I was certain we could have made it
work. Kind of a dumb idea now that I say it out loud, huh?”
There was no word of warning as Maya rested herself on top
of the two betas, their forms conforming to her panty-clad womanhood. The woman’s
body gave out quickly, a result of her constant struggle and tearing of the skin.
She died right beside Aiden, the crush and squelch of her body was an all too familiar
sight for him by this point. He had grown so used to death, so accustomed to
the loss of life, that by now he was all but immune to another’s passing. This,
however? Knowing that he would likely soon share her same fate?
Bravery be damned, he was terrified.
“So soon?” Maya was rather disappointed her ‘gift’ didn’t
last as long as she had hoped. “Typical. I can’t even out an appropriate
present for you. I really am worthless, aren’t I Aiden?”
There was no response given. Maya chuckled softly at having
expected one. ‘Oh, right. You can’t talk. Your ribs are probably closing in
around your poor lungs. Sorry.”
A crack was heard, followed shortly after by another. Aiden’s
body was certainly breaking, though thanks to his lingering durability he
managed to persist where others would have already flattened. A pyrrhic victory
as he was still facing possible death. And to make matters worse, Maya was
still holding back. She hadn’t lowered herself completely, but even this small
amount that she allowed was unbearable. He had been stepped on, sat upon, and
more. Durability and luck had always been consistent allies, but now it seemed
he was finally at the end of the road.
Aiden could taste iron on his tongue. He grunted in pain as
he tried to move. A pointless effort that only worked to stimulate his
executioner. Maya’s womanhood grew moist and suffocating as fluid clung to
Aiden’s suit and skin. It stuck to him like tar and even if he was able to move
his arms he doubted his capability to remove the slime.
Another crack signaled another broken bone, but nothing
fatal yet. Still, he yelped in surprise and pain.
“Does it hurt?” Maya leaned in softly, the pressure
increasing tenfold as she continued her torment. “I know, I know. It’s
unbearable. But it’s almost over.” Her voice was soothing, almost angelic. A stark
contrast to the cruelty in her actions. “Just hang on a bit more. We’re
almost done~.”
Maya moved her hips up and down, back, and forth, massaging
her crotch against Aiden’s body. The light disappeared, again and again, each
time it did inviting more pain. Even if he was sturdy Aiden knew he wouldn’t
survive this sort of abuse for long.
“She’s actually doing it.” Aiden
thought. “She’s going to kill me..
again” Though he always knew that such a fate was possible near someone so
volatile, now that it was actually here it was almost too much to believe.
In some ways, there was acceptance of his situation. He was
terrified out of his mind, yes, but somehow this was to be expected. If there
was someone likely to kill him then it only made sense that it was Maya. After
all, she was the one who killed him the first time.
Aiden sighed in defeat, getting a taste of his tormentors’
discharge as a result. If this was going to happen then let it happen. If
anything, his death would be a great big middle finger to Maya as he carried vital
knowledge. One final ‘screw you’ to both her and the world.
Though, maybe more so the world. Recalling her previous desperation,
it became that Maya was just a product of this fucked up planet. She craved
affection. She needed it. So much so that she was willing to commit atrocities
for the chance of being loved. Whatever her past was, it’d remain a mystery to
Aiden, even in these final moments.
He couldn’t bring himself to die hating her. How worthless
was that?
Only when the resignation of his fate settled did something
miraculous occur. Almost like divine intervention, though in actuality it could
be chalked up to mere coincidence. A lock was heard by Aiden, even through the
gasps and heavy breathing of his executioner. She was too lost in her desire,
her lust, to notice it. But to one such as Aiden, small as he was and forced to
wait for the end, even the most minor of sounds were heard. A chance was
presented, and any thought of acceptance over his death was forgotten.
Aiden’s struggles renewed, stronger than before. They brought
pain and agony thanks to his injuries, though fortunately no limb was broken
too badly. He suppose he had Roxanne to thank for that. Maya felt his struggles
and laughed. Soft and adorable, she hadn’t expected him to keep on fighting. If
anything, she believed Aiden had given up. She wanted this to be a pleasurable end.
Something she could enjoy regardless of the pain she inflicted. That is all she
did after all.
But seeing Aiden’s struggles, useless as they were, was an adorable
sight regardless. She just couldn’t help but toy with him.
“Come on Aiden, stop fighting.” She could feel him push
against her lips, trying to pull himself away from them and her. Such a
sensation only worked to arouse Maya even more and before she knew it she was
bringing her legs closer together, ready to fully snuff out her former lover.
“Just let this happen.” She implored. Aiden could see on
both sides as two great walls of thigh flesh came closer to him. He didn’t have
much time left but still persisted. Anything to buy himself more time. “We both
know how this is going to end, so just let me kill-”
Maya stopped, both speaking and moving. She heard footsteps
but was too late to catch herself. The door to her bedroom was thrown open in a
rage, and all color drained from her face.
There, standing in the doorway, was Lyza. Changed, but ever
furious over what she was seeing. Her hair had been bleached, and her eyes had
gone red. Though her skin had always been pale and at times cold, it seemed
even less so now. Healthier in some ways. They didn’t possess the bag under
their eyes from nights of sleepless work, nor was there a flaw seen on their porcelain
skin. They had changed fully into a beta, having gone without their Antilirin
for a full day.
Much of their height remained, and in truth, Maya nor Aiden,
who now used this chance to pull free, could see a difference. Lucky as far as transformations
for a beta go, but that was far from Maya’s notice. All she could focus on was
the look of absolute rage on her girlfriends’ face. Maya couldn’t say anything
as she fell onto her back in shock.
She seemed to shrink away, just as she wished to before.
But now, she was in the full sight of a towering, and positively fuming, mountainous
designer. Her red eyes served to add to the terror Maya was succumbing to, glowing
in the dark as Lyza drew near. The would-be killer stammered on her words,
trying to explain herself, but Lyza wanted none of it.
Removing any rings or jewelry from her fingers beforehand,
a smack echoes through the apartment as Lyza’s hand collides against Maya’s
cheek. She clutched her cheek, more in shock than in pain. The designer could
only look at her in disgust.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”