NAKED HOLOCAUST
Introduction:
The road is getting better. We left the horrors of the plains and are beginning to enter a more hilly landscape. As we gain altitude, the air is getting fresher and most importantly cooler. The road is zipping through green meadows now, an don both sides, the forests are getting closer. We are still a sour sight to behold, I’m sure. The caravan stretches behind us, a long snake of exhausted people, covered in mud and dust and rags. I’m holding the mules by my side. They are attached to the pick-up truck we found in the last city, a poor wreck of a car, long abandoned when the petrol ran out. Still it’s a useful find now that it’s has its two- mule power of an engine. At the back I installed the weakest of our group, and most importantly our reserve of water and some supplies (although our leaving the desert should offer us more opportunities for a refill).
Fred and Sylvia are riding the mules. They look lie peons straight out of the Andes, with their capes and woolly hats. We found them a few days ago, famished and exhausted, in a derelict motel by the side of the road. Hopefully, they get their strengths back soon now, and I’ll be able to load again the mules with some of our supplies. Yana is walking next to me. I can’t help glancing at her once in a while. Under the mask of dust and exhaustion, she’s still of a radiant beauty, her perfect Slavic face neatly framed by the long coat of her blond hair. She’s wearing combats and a camouflaged top, over the no longer white shirt she probably had on her when the events started. That makes her strangely fit to lead the march. She’s a tough soldier all right. And we’re at war all right. A war we’re losing slowly but steadily….every now and then she grabs those binoculars of hers and pans the road ahead.
We are following the road North. Not that we have an immediate goal, but we all feel the North is probably the safest place to go for now. Rumours have it that they do not venture in the snowy countries. We’ll see. Every ten minutes, I look back at our caravan, checking the crowd for any weakening members, or any one tempted to take off on his own by a side road with some precious supply. As I look back, I see the stretch of tarmac disappearing in the distance, and remember the ordeals we encountered so far on our journey, in the midst of a crumbling civilisation.
“John.” Yana has stopped walking. She’s holding the binoculars to her eyes. I come closer, and on a gesture of my arm, the people behind us fall silent and stay still. (I do not know how come I lead this motley crew, leadership isn’t supposed to be my thing. But so it goes I guess, a few decisions taken in time of need, a few shouted words, and that’s all it took to find myself appointed to the head of our column) Yana is still panning the horizon. I see her jaw clech nervously., her finger joints whitening on the instrument. I look around. We had a quiet week, and along with the necessity top drag the vehicles, we have somehow become less fearful of walking in the open. Suddenly I feel terribly exposed. The road is going through a narrow valley, and forests are surrounding us beyond the green pastures. Ahead, the tarmac is zipping through the first hills, disappearing in the first folds. I stare hard at the horizon.
A tap on my shoulder. Yana is giving me the binoculars and points at a V shaped opening in the crest of the hills facing us. “Look” is all she says. I stick my eyes to the instrument. I follow the line of the tree covered hill top, till I get to the breach indicated by Yana. Nothing strange. I pan along. Nope, nothing interesting. A few farms, attached to the hill side, some unidentifiable buildings, the road that winds up the first slopes. I glance interrogatingly at Yana. “there’s something in front” she answers. I look again. As the breach comes into view again, it’s my turn to freeze. There’s something new. I see a blond coloured dome just in the breach, that wasn’t there before. It’s immobile and could be a structure of some sort but… It moves away. I glance at Yana. Then at the forest half a mile away from us. I gesture to the others to remain silent. In the binocular view I watch again, and at that moment, I see it again, but it has reached over the hill top now. And the next second, I found myself staring into a pair of green eyes. And the next it is a well shaped face that is appearing over the tree line. She’s looking straight at us. I can even witness the change of expression on her exquisite face, as she obviously registers our presence. A joyful and excited expression illuminates her traits now, and her face is reaching higher now, revealing the graceful neck. She’s climbing the far side of the hill, walking straight at us.
“Run! Run for cover!!” I shout at my companions behind me. I quickly put the binoculars around my neck and grabbing Yana by the hand I run back to the mules. We both frantically start detaching the animals from the pick up, while Fred and Sylvia climb down, and start joining the fleeing crowd. Everyone scattered right and left of the road, dropping their possessions on the tarmac. When I look back at the hill top, I no longer need binoculars to see her. Her huge naked body is now clearly visible, as she walks over the hill top, her pale skin nearly shining in the last rays of the descending sun. Her face is radiant with glee, her eyes fixed on us, and a large smile is revealing her white teeth, even though she’s still a few miles from us. She looks young, early twenties maybe. And very happy.
Yana and I got the mules free at last and start running, dragging the animals behind us. In front of us, our comrades are feeling in total disorder. The forest is not that far. We can make it. As I look behind I see quite a few people are still back on the road, arguing god know what about their luggage, some of them just simply stare ahead at the coming giantess. I give a strong kick to my mule and send running alone. I run back to the road to the group there, that stands immobile, mesmerized by the danger. I wave my arms and shout at them. They start coming in my direction at last. Then I see them. The Winston. This old couple has been doing the journey with us for a week or two. They are climbing down the embankment of the road, dragging their little grand-child with them. I angle my course toward them. When I reach them, I grab the kid in my arms and goad the old people into motion.
She was a few miles back, yes , but that will not be enough. I glance towards the North and see the beautiful girl there. She’s running too, her blond hair flowing around her face. Her body is taller than the small hill. She runs at us, each of her steps fifty yards at least. The free expression on her facereminds me of a girl joyfully running to jump in the waves in the ocean. her glorious nakedness is for something for that image i guess. As I push the couple in front of me, I begin to feel the vibrations in the ground. She’s now in open land, a formidable machine rushing to us. Her giggles of excitement begin to be audible. The forest is getting closer. I look back and see Mac who is hiding behind the pick-up truck his rifle in hand. The fool.
At every step her body is gaining in mass and splendour, her head is already high in the air. I can’t help glancing at the white expanse of her abdomen, her perfect breasts or at the long thighs that propel her in our direction. Dangerous or not, their beauty always had a hypnotic quality, intentional or not. Her feet rush forward, like flying trucks over the green landscape. The ground shakes at her every step now. She’s close to 60-70 meter tall. She’s not fully developed yet. She’s running lightly, scanning the valley with her eyes. Looking at us near the forest, looking at the others running the other way.. She’s deciding which way she’ll go. I decide to go faster.
I leave the old couple behind, accelerating my course as much as possible, my arms still clenched around the screaming kid. All around me other screams are exploding in the once silent valley. But the laughter of the girl is covering all of it. She‘s here now.
She comes to a walking gait. I’d have to crane my neck to see her face now. All I see is her enormous feet flattening the land, and the start of her huge calves. She’s saying something, in the strange and musical language they use. Is she talking to us? Panting, sweating and in total panic, I do take the time to look back up those huge pillars of flesh that are now crushing the pasture. I see her down-turned face, the falling curtain of her blond hair, and the darting eyes that seem to encompass all of us fleeing people. She walks quietly to a man. He’s till half way to the cover of the trees. The girl’s massive foot is lifting now, debris sand crumbles from the grassy land stuck to her sole. I can’t help watching it as it covers the man in its shadow. I hear him scream louder. With a light giggle, she lets her foot settle over him. He disappears under the rosy flesh, as if he hadn’t been there at all, his scream cut short. The blond giantess walks to a small group closer to me.
I stumble in the grass, dropping the kid. and landing hard on my face. A loud thud, and a huge rosy foot is landing not fifty yards away from me. I’m in the shadow of the vast body. But she seems attracted to three running people on my right. In one step, she’s standing right over them., her legs spread, her hands on her heap. She’s laughing with glee. The group (I recognise Michael among them) has stopped running. They are confused, surrounded by her feet. They look up and scream at her. I feel a weird and brief stupid envy , as they are looking right up along the length of the white thighs at the giant womanhood of the girl. But they do not have much time to enjoy the view. Already she‘s squashing two of them under her right foot. The remaining man squeals and starts back-tracking, running right under the giant arch of the giantess’ legs. She gives a shout of delight, as she start rotating her hips to look back on the tiny fleeing form that just crossed under her legs. She turns round and gently steps on him, her huge weight mixing instantly his body with the compressed ground underneath. I grab the kid again and resume my running. I’m gonna be next, I know that.
The girls is pausing a second to look under her sole. A mixture of green and red substance is stuck to it. She frowns lightly, and then looks for more people. She sees some still on the road. In two steps she’s all over them. A gun shot. Mac. That makes me glance back again. She’s got him. He’s dangling from her fingers, firing again his useless gun. She kisses him, with lips nearly the size of his body. Her young face is so gentle, her smile so benevolent, it’s hardly conceivable she could harm him. Then she drops him, I hear him scream as he bounces off her left breast to his death at her feet. For good measure, but already looking for others, she steps on his broken body. I keep running.
The giantess has reached the main group that was running to the other forest side.. I hear screams, the ground vibrates violently. The screams are being shut down one by one, a scream, a thud, a scream, a thud, till only the girl’s excited breathing is audible. I’d say 20, 30 screams were killed abruptly at least. A leisurely slaughter. I don’t think any of them made it to cover. That means she’s will come back to our side.
The enormous feet are indeed getting closer now. To my right, ahead of me, a group is just about to reach the forest. I see them stumbling in the young underbrush that guards the forest for nearly 300 yards. A huge shadow travels upon everyone, like a cloud, and then a vast foot is landing just behind them. Followed by another. I actually stop as I see the giant body collapse towards the ground, as if falling all over the fleeing group. In a second the group is fleeing between the knees of the young woman. Each knee is digging a hole in a ground, as if a building has settled down.. She’s now closer leaning towards them, dominating them with her chest and abdomen, sending her womanhood scent all over them. I angle my run perpendicular to the large thighs ahead of me, but I can also smell the flagrance of the girl. Fuck this, she’s really getting turned on, now as they usually do.
I instinctively (and stupidly surely) cover the eyes of the kid as I push forward. Behind the girl is now gathering the group, idly catching them one by one and dropping them in a container. (It takes me second to realize this is an old truck with a tarpaulin cover we were dragging with us). Before she does, she brings each one of them to her eyes , scrutinizing them, and smiling appreciatively, like a girl collecting sea shells.
When she gets all the people in, she looks up looking for more. Glancing at her, I catch the searing gaze of her green eyes. She starts getting up slowly, and I swear, she’s smiling at me. Her enormous body starts rising. I’m in the underbrush. My lungs are burning like hell; my face is flayed by the bushes. The kid is struggling in my arms. I can see Yana ahead screaming at me from the first trees of the deep forest. I scream and do not sop screaming. Behind me a thud is telling me a foot has landed. Another one, on my left now. The shadow of the giantess is passing over me. I hear the moans and shouts of the men struggling in the truck. A few meters. Please let me reach this. A scream on my right and I have the fleeting vision of the giant hand grabbing a man that was running alongside me. I hear him falling in the truck. I’m there.
I dive between the trunks; Yana is running ahead of me. A massive hand is following me inside; the trees are cracking as it infiltrates the undergrowth. I hear a tree falling, the branches breaking all over. It lands somewhere close on my left. Another one is falling. The girls hands are reaching out for me deep in the cover, although she probably does not see us anymore under the canopy. On the right again, long fingers are falling from the sky through the foliage near a fleeing figure. I think it’s Doreen. “Get down!!!!” I shout at her. But the fingers have touched the woman already, sending her to the ground screaming. Over the tree, beyond the heavy foliage I can see the enormous face of the girl peering through. The tip of her long blond hair is caressing the top of the tree, mingling with the green leaves. The fingers close on Doreen, and drag her screaming up the trees, in an unbelievable shaking of trunks, and a shower of leaves. Rosy shafts of light appear through the new-born opening.
Yana is running close to me now. We rush through the tree, oblivious of any pain or fatigue. More cracking, more giggle coming from far above., more trees falling around us. A few screams as the unlucky are spotted. The forest shadows are growing fast now, adding to the chaos of our flight. I see Yana dive into a ditch. It’s a deep cut in the ground. I follow her. I keep my hand over the mouth of the kid, while Yana covers us in ferns. The growing darkness is full of crashing noises and yells. Through the foliage, the massive head of the girl is going to and fro. Some screams tell us when someone is being snatched away, along with a contented humming from the woman.
We stay hidden for about an hour. The loud foraging of the giant hands have stopped abruptly. She must have had her fill of victims. I switch on my zippo lighter. In the ditch, lying against me is Yana’s body, trembling like a leaf. I search a face. I can see she’s in a bad shape. Yet I don’t see any injuries. Then it hits me, after the exertion of the past minutes, Yana is about to go in hypoglycaemic shock. She’ s diabetic. The meds…Without it Yana will die. We left all her shots in the pick up truck.
“You stay here” I tell her.
“”No, don’t be stupid, she’s still out there!” she said alarmed.
“Listen , we need to take the meds before she wrecks the truck. You stay here and mind the kid. I’ll be back soon.. Don’t move , don’t talk”.
She’s about to answer, grabbing my arm, but I free myself, and put a finger on my lips to silence her. I start crawling back up.
After a few minutes of crawling through the ferns and tree trunks, I begin to reach the limit of the forest. The sun is behind the hills already, and a purple colour bathes the West sky. It’s getting dark even in open space now. Good. And then I see her. She’s sitting on the ground, cross-legged. Even sitting down like this her head towers 20 meters easy off the ground. She’s quite a sight. The rozy light of the sunset is throwing shining reflections on her blond hair. The pale skin on her breasts is now warm looking,, inviting. She’s leaning back, as if to enjoy the last rays, and this exposes the whole length of her upper body to my gaze. The sheer plenitude of her flat abdomen, the perfect orbs of her breasts, the juvenile abandon of her face, all this arrest me for a second. I can’t help feeling a sensation growing at my loins at I consider the beautiful creature. Hell, I have to make an effort and remember I’d luckier meeting a T-Rex than her.
I start crawling towards her, towards the pick-up I can see upside down on the road. She hasn’t trampled it yet. The meds could still be ok. As I get closer the massive body, I desperately wish for a shrinking formula, an invisible shield, anything that could cover my slow motion in the grass. Let’s face it, I’m ready to shit myself. . Suddenly, the girl leans forwards. I hear commotion in the space between her crossed legs. The truck. There are still people in there. I gulp hard. I know what’s gonna come.
The smiling girl looks between her legs and I see her hand reach lower. Many shouts respond. A man is lifted screaming in the ier, dangling from her fingers. The girl looks really happy, her face is showing joy and lust and contentment. She drags the little body across her left breast, once , twice, and then lifts the man to her face. I ‘m getting closer, and this is all happening way above my head. The young woman throws her hair back with a careless hand and start craning her head back. The man is yelling and pleading, as she places him over her mouth and parts her lips. The screaming lasts for a few seconds as she lowers him into her luscious mouth. She closes her lips and seems to savour the man. I can see the motions of her tongue on her cheeks. From inside a plaintive wail is clearly audible. She swallows her morsel. Live. I see the passing of the man inside her throat, as the young woman makes a few gulping sounds while she ingests this rather too large prey. The lump in her throat descends slowly and disappears. The young woman caresses fleetingly her belly while she looks down into the truck between her legs.
Another man is lifted in the air. I can hear him begging and crying as she slurps on him for a while, using him to caress her breasts and sucking a bit more before the final swallow. But I’m no longer watching. I’m intent on crawling as quietly as possible. My course is bringing me just behind the giantess in order to go around her and reach the” road. My field of vision is nothing more than the wall of flesh of her monumental behind and the grass I push aside to reach it. A few meters ahead of me, the screams have redoubled from the container where the woman keeps her dinner. She reaches for another one, literally purring with glee.
I’m close to her now, as I pass by the cliff of her back, her scent all over my nostrils, the heat from her body hitting me like an open oven. High above me, I see the bottom of the river of blond hair that hangs high on her shoulders. I could touch her now, and for a second I am really tempted to so. I want to feel this incredibly wall next to me. I want her to grab me and let me feel her, let me be privy to her most intimate niches. I want to… I shake my head. Too many hormones in the hair. I feel the boner I drag since I started the crawl dig into the grass. Come on, man , concentrate. Beside, if this beautiful doll moves a single muscle, she’ll bury me under the zillion tons of her ass. See if that would be fun… I clear my head and resume my crawling. I’m invisible to her at last, but yea, if she moves… I see the truck just a few meters away, on the tarmac. Suddenly, I freeze; the vast body above me is still, but a definite noise just caught y attention. Someone is calling. I look around , trying to locate the muffled voice. This idiot is going to make us dead if she notices him. The voice… is coming from above. I feel a cold sweat running down my spine. Someone is calling for help. Above, within the giantess back. Inside her. Oh my God. They are alive in there. I contemplate the vast cliff of the slender back, and sure, that’s where the voice is coming from. Her victims. En route for digestion, but still kicking in there. I feel dizzy. Another scream is echoing loud in the air. Other slurping noises. “Here is company, guys” I think bleakly and carry on my crawling.
I was lucky. She got way too interested in her little treats to look at the road in her back. I crawled in the pick up truck and found the shots were they were supposed to be, in the glove compartment. As I come out, as silently as possible, in the shadow of the vast body, I spot a few dark patches on the road. I nearly retch what was left of m bile. This greasy spots and trails are what’s left of the guys she trampled so joyfully a few minutes ago. The old couple, Mac and tens of others are all around me sprayed on the road, or compressed in the footprints of the girl. She slaughtered us merrily and without mercy. The obvious delight with which they annihilate us is one of the most sickening aspects of the events. A deep hatred runs its course through my veins, but I don’t let it go to my head. I can see the gun Mac used earlier. But I know too well that even at point blank it would never harm her.
I’m just about to start crawling back to the forest, when the girl shifts her position. She‘s turned nearly in my direction, uncrossing her legs and spreading them apart. Propping herself up on one hand , she reaches inside the vertical truck where she keeps the last prisoners. Her green eyes are glassy now and even in the penumbra, I can see the little spark that lit them. Her body is slightly distended, and to my horror, I can see movements under the skin of her abdomen. I crouch near the end of the pick-up, ready to make a dash for it at the first opportunity. I see her hand reaching inside the up-turned truck. A woman (my God, it’s Sylvia, the girl we picked up in the last town.) is dragged out of the back of the vehicle. The playful look on the girl’s face is quite clear. She bring the woman to her mouth, high above me. The cries stop for a second, while she sucks on her victim. When she opens her mouth a trail of saliva stick to Sylvia’s’ body before retracting on the extended tongue. She brings a yelling Sylvia to the damp slit between her legs. I can see the clitoris, burgeoning already, and soon, Sylvia is brushed slowly over it. Above the woman’s face is a mask of rapture. Her loud breathing is throwing gust of warm air in my direction.. Again and again, she presses the small woman on her clitoris, sometimes bringing her up again to her breasts, and then down again. Sylvia is just whimpering now. After a few moments, during which I cannot find the courage to move away, the giantess, an ecstatic smile on her face, sits a glistening Sylvia across her left nipple.
Her hand extracts another person. A man this time. Without ceremony she presses him immediately onto her now drenched cleft. The labia are engorged and bigger than his body now, and his yells are muffled immediately when his face is used to caress the humid flesh. The girl holds him carefully between thumb and forefinger, and his little feet can be seen trashing violently even though he can no longer utter a sound. This seem more and more pleasant to the gigantesque girl and moans begin to echo through the valley. Beads of sweat catches the last rays of sun. I feel my boner coming back in spite of the horror of the situation. The air is heavy with sexual scent. Not far from me a colossal foot is agitated by tremors and huge toes wriggle spasmodically.
A very high shriek brings my gaze back to the nether regions of the giantess. She’s gently aligning. the man with what is now a dark gaping cavern, with glistening vibrating walls. I see him putting his hands on both sides of the opening but it is to avail as the fingers gently insert his head deep into the cleft. They then push the legs in, before finally pushing on the sole of the tiny feet to insert them whole into the moist vagina. The girls is moaning and breathing harder now. And her fingers are deeper into herself. Obviously she has no intention to release her little captive. Instead she drags another screaming guy out of the truck, presses him hard against a clit. He did not even have time to protest in anyway. High above, I can hear some whimpering from Sylvia, who is massaged slowly onto the erect nipple of her torturer. I’ve enough of this. I start crawling back to the forest. I need to bring these shots to Yana. My path will make me pass straight by the giantess foot, but it is the shortest way.
I am getting closer to the big statuesque foot that towers over me. In the distance, along the giant triangle formed by the long legs, I see the man in the vagina trying to escape the wet inferno. He brings his chest out , and pushes on his arms.hardly finding purchase on the wet glistening folds. Whitish rivulets flow around his body. I can hear him grunting and whimpering. With a slurping sound, the wet cavern drags him inside again. The girl is close to orgasm now, and she now brings the second man into her vagina. His legs trash a bit as he’s being inserted and probably forced to crush the other occupant. Her two hands now resting against her sex, the woman collapses backwards in the grass, making the ground shake under the horrendous falling weight. Her hips are now rising high in the hair, agitated by a regular spasm, before coming down again, crushing the truck and its last prisoners. The hips rise again.
Obscurity is near total now, and only the full rising moon lets me see the glistening giant body convulsing near me, like a frenzied building. This is my chance to get up at last. I jump to my feet, go around the wriggling toes of the shouting woman, and run for my life towards the dark forest, un-heedful of the bushes, the noise, the branches, the giant noises behind me. Just as I reach the trees , a deafening shout throws me on the ground, covering my ears. In the moonlight, the giant body, beautiful in its perfect reclining length, is no longer agitated. The enormous mass is resting quietly on the grass, covering nearly the whole meadow. Only the gentle breathing lets you know this gigantic mass is alive and not another hill in the landscape. The skin appears incredibly smooth and soft under the bluish moonlight, the sweat on it reflecting the moon rays. I see the gentle profile of the woman as she closes her eyes, her throat extended, her mouth slightly opened, and her wrist resting on her brow. The long blond head is spread all accross the grass, like a golden circus tent, giving the girls' head a pure aureola, not unlike a Russian icon. A vision of bliss and erotic satisfaction. But then I hear a grumble from the distant stomach…
I reach Yana a few minutes later, guided towards her by her urgent whispers. A few people have gathered in the ditch. They stare at me in the Zippo light, expectant and sniffing. They are all haggard looking, in shock. We need to do something fast.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.” I say, as I put my arms around Yana’s shoulders.
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As we walk into the night, scratching ourselves against the branches, stumbling and getting up, I reminisce the weird moments I have experienced tonight. I knew they’re known to do that. I heard the news, saw some images. But so far I had witnessed the savagery of their killing, not the ecstasy of their giant bodies. I had seen the horrors they perpetrated in our cities. This one to one meeting , out there in the wild is mind-boggling. Is that what we are now? Preys, and food and living dildos for them? What sense does it make? What do they want from us?
We walk into the night. I hold Yana near me, the kid is asleep on my shoulders. Everyone is silent, in shock. We have no water , nor food again. To occupy my mind I start remembering the start of the events.
It was a Friday. I heard that trembling voice on the TV. And then, the first images…. I was….
Tbc
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