Drawings by Maxie Dickey
Residing in a suburban setting, Paul owned a nice house looking well kept and comfortable. Making a modest and secure living, his job was great, and stress was something he didn’t have to live with.
On his day off from work, Paul loved to take walks in the early afternoon. He enjoyed walking the most during the summer when the weather was warm and the sun shined.
One summer day, however, he left his place right after twelve noon. Paul began strolling down the street. As he continued to walk, he saw a side street having a sign in front of it which read, “ No Outlet”. This meant peace and quite because not many cars would be driving around. Turning the corner, he proceeded down the lonely street. It was just as he expected, a nice quite area, making him feel good.
Walking another hundred feet, Paul could eventually hear the sound of classical music coming from one of the homes ahead. Moving closer, he heard the first movement of Gustive Mahler’s third symphony.
A few more steps brought him directly before the house from which the masterpiece was playing. The place was set back somewhat and was surrounded by a large group of trees. The place seemed different, dark and mysteerious.
As he looked at the home, he noticed someone on the front porch. A young woman was sitting on the railing, leaning against one of the pillars, and wearing nothing except a pair of black leather stiletto boots together with a skimpy black leather outfit! As Paul looked on with an ever growing interest, the figure in the distance seemed to “glow” with some type of gothic mystique. Curious, he moved forward and had a closer look. Walking on the private front lawn, the curious man moved toward the porch. When he finally stood at the base of the porch, he looked straight into the eyes of a beautiful blue eyed lady with dark long hair, the young lady giving him a “funny” and “strange” feeling.
She motioned for him to ascend the stairs and come up. Doing this, he arrived at the top of the steps. Getting off the railing, she stood upright and looked straight at him. He judged she was about five feet and ten inches tall. Her leather attire made him attracted to her and afraid at the same time. Slowly walking toward him, the mystery lady eyed him continuously as she approached.
Finally, she stopped in front of him and said, “ You couldn’t resist…could you?” Going on, she also said, “ I know your type…they’re the ones who always end up in my hands.”
Not fully understanding what she meant, Paul simply replied, “ There’s something about you that fits perfectly with the music playing here…this whole atmosphere has something to it.”
Looking on, she ask, “ You like the music?”
“ Yes.”, answered Paul.
Softly, she remarked, “ I’ve been listening to this music eversince I was a small child…it does something to me…everytime I hear the measures, I feel as if I’ve got an unlimited capacity for anything.”
Combined with her image, the sound of her voice was becoming hypnotic. He began feeling as if she were reaching into him, taking control of him and transforming him into an extension of herself.
Her eyes continued to probe as she ask, “ Would you like to come inside and look at some interesting works of art?”
Paul immediately nodded in agreement. Her questions were like commands he couldn’t resist. Walking back toward the front door, she opened it and he followed her inside. As he followed her, his eyes fell upon her magnificent frame. Indeed, her whole stature began seducing him sexually, a sexual attraction coupled with some wicked force.
Entering the home, he looked around. Paul was immediately transfixed by what he saw, especially the paintings hanging from the walls, oil on canvas, looking like they have some value. More to the point, these works were all of a semiabstract nature, revealing scenes of an apocalyptic design, pictures of vast amounts of suffering and death. Before him he viewed images of burned out cities, showing people with terror upon their faces. One painting in particular caught his eye, the largest in the livingroom. Hanging directly over the fireplace, the work was of a large mushroom cloud rising over the sky line of some metropolitan area. Painted with skill, the picture revealed every detail in color with a style putting Van Gothe to shame.
Just standing there, Paul gazed up at the painting in awe. Finally, he humbly ask the young lady, “ Did you paint that?”
Answering, the woman said, “ Yea, it happens to be one of my first works.”
Paul replied, “ Very impressive.”
Continuing to look around, he saw more of the same, intense paintings of death and destruction.
As he gazed at the pictures, she kept her eye on him. Noticing this, he finally looked right at her. He felt like she wanted to do something, somehting bad and evil, like all the pictures she painted. However, curiosity nevertheless retained its hold over fear, preventing him from simply walking away and never coming back.
A minute later, the girl motioned with her finger to follow and enter another room on the first floor. Following, he went through a large area containing the most impressive electric toy train setup he had ever seen in his entire life. The whole layout was constructed with the utmost attention to detail, being a masterpiece all to its own. Also, the huge train set had a mixture of both diesel and steam locomotives, the best kind Lionel manufactures. He was impressed.
However, not stopping before the train set, she continued to walk yet further toward another room. Following her into the chamber, he saw another impressive sight. Standing about six feet in height was the most exquisite doll house he had ever laid his humble eyes upon.
She ask, “ What do you think?”
Paul replied, “ I say its beautiful…it’s a work of art.”
“ Yes indeed.”, she replied, “ The inside looks even better. Why don’t you open the front door and crawl inside?”
Doing as she said, Paul pulled open the front door and lowered his head, walking right in. Closing the door behind him, he was struck by the splendor.
He looked around for a short while until he heard her voice say, “ You can come out now.”
After pushing the front door open, he walked out. However, as he left the structure, he stared straight at pair of black leather boots many times larger than himself! Turning around, he looked back at the house. It still appeared as it was when he first saw it. Then, a second later, he realized the shock of his life. The house with him inside of it had reduced itself to a mere fraction of its original size! Turning back again toward the boots, he looked up. As she towered above him, the gothic beauty stared down at his helpless frame. From his perspective, she appeared to be over one hundred feet tall! Staring down at him, the strange young woman ask, “ How does it feel to be a two inches tall?”
While he bent his head back and stared up at her diabolical eyes, he saw the desire to humiliate and destroy. Finally, he managed to yelled up to her, “ What happened?”
She replied, “ You went into my magic doll house…when someone goes in, it shrinks along with the new occupant…after a minute or two, the house goes back to normal…but not the person.”
Sure enough, as he turned around, Paul saw the house return to its original six feet in height.
Peering down at him, the sexy girl said, “ You’re all mine now…I own you…there’s nothing you can do to escape my greatness.” Going on, she remarked, “ I’ll be back in a second.”
As the mistress of darkness left the room, Paul was overwhelmed by the sound of her highheeled boots striking the floor. About ninety seconds later, the woman returned with an empty pickle jar having a lid on it together with something else in her hand which he couldn’t see clearly due to his small size. As she squatted, he finally made out the form of another shrunken man in her hand. Being naked, the man trembled with fear as the woman dangled him above Paul, saying, “ Now watch this.” Placing the other reduced guy on her lap, the Femme Fatale unscrewed the lid of the jar, reached for the man, and dropped him in. While he stood in the glass container, his tiny head moved back and forth in fear. Not knowing what she had in mind, Paul watched as she placed the jar upon the floor and stood up, raising her leather attire, exposing her ass and cunt!
The sight of her body both elated and frightened Paul. He couldn’t tell whether fear or attraction was getting the better of him. Just standing there, he watched as she proceeded. Again, the lady squatted down, this time over the glass. In a few monuments she started to piss! Coming out of her cunt with a soft gentle flow, the liquid poured forth until the tiny and trapped man was completely covered in her urine. Finished with her business, the dominatrix reached for the lid. Upon screwing it back to the top of the jar, she began tilting the glass in many different directions. Horrified, Paul looked on with wide open eyes as she said, “ Watch how I kill this little insignificant nothing.” Terror went through his bones while she kept turning the jar, ensuring the little man would always have his head under her yellow piss! A minute later, she stopped rotating the glass and placed it on the floor before Paul. He now saw a dead body floating in a volume of piss. Glancing down at Paul, the bitch said, “ There, how would you like to have the same death?” Listening to his pleading, she replied, “ Don’t worry, I’ve got something else in store for you.”
Rising herself up, the evil girl took hold of both Paul and the jar containing the drowned little man. Walking along, she entered the first floor bathroom. There, the dark-haired she devil placed Paul atop the toilet tank and opened the jar full of piss. Raising the toilet lid, she began pouring the contents of the glass into the bowl. The dead victim fell from the jar. Paul watched on as the tiny corpse, together with her remaining piss, went into the toilet. Moving her hand to the lever, she flushed the dead victime away!
When her attention came back to him, she said, “ Let’s have some fun.”
Reaching for Paul, she tore off all his clothes. After walking with him into the room containing the train layout, the murderess placed Paul into one of the empty coal cars. With the transformer turned on, the train began moving, giving him a ride.
Paul thought to himself, “ Hopefully, this’ll be the worst things get.” However, his hopes were dashed when she stopped the train right in front of her spectacular body. As he stared up at her beautiful and large tits, she reached down for him, pulling the man up by one of his arms. Next, the lady placed him down on the tracks. After backing the train into another siding, off the main line, the girl took a strand of her hair and proceeded to tie him to the tracks. His tiny body struggled as she forced the black strand around him and under the rail. Repeating this process over and over, Paul was eventually tied to the tracks. He tried in vain to free himself. However, there was no escape!
As he layed there helplessly, he heard the sound of a horn in the distance, the lonely cry of a steam locomotive. Looking down the line as far as the layout extended, he saw nothing at first. Nevertheless, the whistle got louder and louder. Then, from the very end, off in the distance, he saw an engine turn the bend. To his horror, a steam locomotive was coming straight at him. He begged her for mercy; she only replied with laughter. Finally, the train was almost on top of him when she threw the locomotive in reverse, causing the thing to come to
a halt only a millimeter away from his tiny frame before the engine backed off in the opposite direction!
Letting the locomotive return to the curve, the evil bitch again allowed the train to move toward Paul. The engine sped toward him. Again, she did the same, bringing it to a halt right before it almost hit him. Doing this repeatedly, she said laughingly, “ Just think if I misjudge and the train doesn’t stop in time.”
After a half hour of mental torture, the young lady finally remarked, “ Let’s do something else…I’m getting bored.”
With her sharp long catlike fingernails, she cut through the hair strand, releasing him from the rails. Removing another strand from her head, she tied one end around Paul’s waist. Picking up the other end, the lady raised him, letting him dangle. The hair strand was about a foot and a half long. She walked into the kitchen.and went up to the stove, turning one of the burners on. Raising him a little higher, she moved him over the open flame!
“ Please, please!”, he yelled.
She responded, “ You’re mine, remember…I can do with you as I want.”
Slowly, as the cruel cunt began lowering him ever closer to the blue glow, he began feeling the heat of the flame. Lowering him ever further, the little man began screaming in agony. She laughed on as his tiny body started to wiggle and twist like a worm. After a few moments of agony, she raised him back up.
Again, she lowered him toward the flame. Once again, he screamed and screamed until she raised him up. Doing this over and over, she eventually decided he had enough.
She walked with him back into the bathroom and lowered Paul into the cool toilet bowl water. In fact, this was a relief, for the pain was so intense that even the humiliation of being stuck in the toilet seemed like nothing.
Letting him cool off for a while, the sociopath next raised him back up and proceeded to move her hand toward her back, lowering him directly before her ass. She again exposed her butt and ordered. “ Kiss my ass you little piece of shit!” Doing as she commanded, he kissed away at her beautiful and glorious behind!
As he kissed and worshipped her nice ass, the symphony playing on the stereo finally came to an end. Raising him upward, she brought the tiny man directly before her attractive, yet cruel, face. Looking directly into his little frightened eyes, the mistress said, “ The symphony has ended, so ends my orgy of sadistic delight!”
Thinking the torture would finally come to an end and perhaps he could reason with her, his hopes were nevertheless ended when he realized the torture would indeed come to an end but not as he wanted. Lowering him to the floor, she finally released the hair strand and let it fall next to him.
Looking up, the little man stared up into her sadistic face as she raised her boot over his tiny frame. Paul yelled, “ Please, no, please, don’t!” With all hope gone, the last thing he heard was the sound of her laughter as the highheeled stiletto boot came down and crushed him to death!