I didn’t even see her coming. A narrow hallway, a search for something, maybe an exit. Maybe a dream or a fantasy. Or maybe, at last, something real. She stepped into that hallway…my god, what was she wearing? Could it even be called an outfit? A thong bikini? Remnants of lingerie? High upon her divine, exquisite acrylic heels, her massive, gorgeous body shook the foundations of the place with each explosive step she took. The incomprehensible size and perfection of her ass and legs threw me into a state of near-paralysis as I watched her delicious black flesh bounce wickedly from the inertia of her slightest movements. And then, the hardest part; her awareness of my stricken condition.
She laughed hauntingly as I dropped to my knees in radical obeisance, choking on the beginnings of incoherent sounds, garbled attempts to express the awe and the terror; the tears pouring down my face in reverent silence.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she giggled. “I didn’t know you were out here. I’ll go put something on.”
She started back through that thin doorway and I managed to force a desperate plea from my constricted throat.
“Nooo!” I cried. “Nooo!”
She stopped short to regard the worm she had instantaneously created, and her fat body jiggled in devastating little ripples.
“You want me to stay?” she asked teasingly. “You certainly have a funny way of showing it.”
Taunting me harder. Slight flurries of those dancing shapes. Her weight shifting from leg to leg. I can’t speak to communicate. I can only continue to choke on lost sounds and exclamations and bawl all the harder with infinite gratitude that I have found my way undeservedly to her feet. Man is not supposed to look directly into the face of god, and yet I have now seen that face by accident. A horrible accident that leaves me stranded somewhere between salvation and condemnation for all eternity. She is god, and as it is with the ark of her covenant, to touch her even slightly means certain and immediate death.
“Come closer,” she whispered. “Behold my regal flesh.” Out of control, I did my best, inching forward on my knees toward the magnificence of her lower body. Pointing to a spot midway up the inner part of her thigh she smiled and froze the action. I focused intently on the spot. I was within maybe 3 feet.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t go inside and cover up?” she teased. “You really don’t look so good.”
I shook my head as best I could and dribbled out a tearful; “No…please, no.”
“Well, it’s your funeral. Alright, then, come closer. I want your nose about 6 inches from this spot.”
With much effort, I made my way on my knees up close to her amazing, monstrous legs, and nearing that 6 inch point I started to vibrate uncontrollably. The goddess’s powerful presence was causing me to have some kind of seizure. I could hear her chuckling mirthfully as I tried to gauge the 6 inches and keep myself from gyrating right through the floor.
“Now, smell me,” she said. “Take a long, delicious lungful through your nose and know the power of my fragrance.”
I bristled even harder.
“But under no circumstances are you to make contact with me,” she added.
Staring directly into hell in the form of her marvelous thigh-flesh, I inhaled deeply and began my descent into the abyss. I had never imagined such ecstasy. To be able to behold such a spectacle, and the mind-altering intoxication of her indescribably lush, delicate scent; the whole thing overwhelmed me. I began to bawl uncontrollably now, trying to make my adoration known by chanting some sort of superlatives. In my mind I heard it; ‘Oh, my incomparable goddess! Thou art worthy of all praise and worship. Have mercy on me, a sinner.’ It all sounded right.
But it wasn’t. Now I heard her laughter becoming clear through my spiritual fog.
“What the hell was that?” she laughed. “Would you mind repeating that?”
Her deadly leg was still directly in front of me. She stamped her foot just slightly and that thigh flesh did a brief but lethal witch’s dance right before my eyes. I buckled badly from the sight of it. I thought I would go down for sure.
“Ah-ah-ahhhh,” she warned. “Let’s hear you speak in tongues again. Come on. Mama doesn’t have all day.”
Somehow I kept myself upright on my knees and tried to repeat my praises, but this time I heard them as I had really uttered them; nothing but indecipherable, gruesomely guttural gibberish accompanied by some random drooling and hacking that by all rights must have offended my dark ebony goddess considerably.
“I don’t know what that bullshit was supposed to be,” she said, still fighting off the giggles, “but I don’t think it sounded very respectful, do you?”
Bawling loudly, still inches from her leg, I did manage to get out a proper ‘I’m sorry’ before losing my equilibrium and toppling over onto the floor.
“Sorry?” she quipped. “Listen, douche bag, ALL men are fucking sorry. That doesn’t distinguish you in the fucking slightest. Now look, I already told you that I’m sorry you had to run into me like this. I didn’t mean for you to see me, and I wasn’t trying to destroy you. You’ve suffered severe trauma from only a few minutes in my presence. So I’m going back inside, I’m going to get dressed, and get ready to go out with a real man tonight. Now you run along while you can still find your way home.”
With that, she started for that side door and I lost it. My screams could have likely been heard as far away as Antarctica as my mind grasped the unthinkable reality of her absence. I begged her for all I was worth, trying so hard to articulate words that wouldn’t come in the throes of the emotional and spiritual devastation she had wrought within me. I simply lay on the floor in that strange, narrow hallway screaming ‘Please, NO!’ in every possible combination I could think of. Gazing helplessly up at her, my soul suffered ever more irreparable damage with each movement of her divine body. She looked down at me for a moment, and then snarled at me like some imperious jungle cat.
“You should be careful what you wish for,” she growled. “Because if you are really serious about worshiping me, I will allow it. But I want you to understand that it will cost you everything. Your very soul will be mine forever. My grace does not come cheap, little man. And few are those capable of paying the ultimate price.”
I scarcely heard let alone understood her words. I was far beyond caring about anything but her regal presence. Whatever the cost, I would pay. And more. She closed the door and looked down at me condescendingly.
“Listen to me, and listen carefully,” she said. “If you are sincere, then I expect you to follow my commands in absolute obedience, do you understand?”
I understood, but speech was difficult. “Y-yes,” I stammered. “Yes, m-my goddess.”
“Alright. Now get your ass up onto your hands and knees and follow along after me as closely as you can.”
With that, she walked purposely down the hallway, securing each door until there was no way out of the corridor except for the staircase at the far end. Nose at her ass, I scurried along after her. When she had locked the last door, she turned to me and arrogantly stomped her foot down, again causing her entire lower body to go into the most delicious tremors of monstrous female ass and leg flesh imaginable. I whimpered awkwardly and then began again to wail like an infant.
“It’s too late for that shit now,” she said. “I gave you every chance to get out of here, but you wanted only religion. So shut up and let’s get down to the kind of discipline required by real religion.”
She turned to the side and displayed her ass to me in all its splendor.
“Same exercise. Come closer, and inhale.”
She watched me with her evil, sex-onic eyes, tearing me to pieces with every nuance of body and attitude. The presence of her fat gorgeous ass and those maleficent, deadly thighs again caused me to lose control. As I moved close to smell her I began to fear I might actually throw up from the anxiety.
“Don’t fuck this up, she warned.”
With the most extraordinary sight I had ever beheld only inches from my nose, I inhaled deeply. The sensation ripped through my soul like a buzz saw, and I felt my psyche raging in desperation as it sought to escape from my body.
“Don’t flinch!” She commanded. “Just hold your position.”
Despite her severity, she was obviously having childlike fun with me, becoming intoxicated herself by the totality of her control over me.
“Looks like somebody has some serious problems with their techniques of worship. Let’s go ahead and give you more practice.”
She pointed now to a part of her ass closer to the center, and turned slightly to position it directly in front of me. Confronted now with her rear thighs and her entire ass, I could no longer contain myself and began again to bawl helplessly. She paid no attention but only bade me move closer. At this point I began to process the heavenly scent of of her womanhood, both vaginal and anal. It commingled perfectly with what was now the familiar fragrance of her perfume and flesh.
“OK, she laughed,” “Go Time!”
With that inhalation, I was finished. I held my position just long enough to witness her ass jiggle in those small but devastating ripples born only of her natural movement. It broke me. I collapsed sideways into a more or less fetal position on the floor, eyes glued to my goddess’s body, and some approximation of god only knew what language sputtering out of my mouth in a steady stream of psychic and spiritual overload. My creator stood over me now, and opened up her arsenal of psychological torture.
“Louder,” she said. “I can’t hear you.”
I wailed and blathered louder and more wildly. Having no idea what I might even be trying to express through my concatenations I simply tried to achieve some degree of release. She now began more or less hitting poses for me, unbelievable poses showing off her massive tits, her torturous lower body, and that devil-girl face that struck terror into my heart with its singular, domineering beauty and sexuality.
“Louder,” she said again, dangling her tits over me.
I pushed harder, the gibberish gaining volume, the incoherence gaining further discord. I remember her eyes, those she-devil’s eyes, glaring down at me as I bellowed, filled with equal measures of mirth incalculable contempt. Then she hit another pose showcasing her legs.
“You know, all men can make a decent doggie sound,” she said. “But for some reason they never seem to make very good pig sounds. Have you ever noticed that?”
“Gurgle…garble…choke…gag…”
“Well,” she went on, “it seems to me that since men are pigs and not so much dogs, that they’d be better at the pig sounds, you see what I mean?”
“Gak..blubber blubber….gurgle…choke choke choke…”
“Mmmm, you may be right,” she laughed. “But anyway, I’ll go ahead and let you off easy. Let’s start you off as a stupid little dog. OK, Ready? Aaaaaaand…BARK!”
I was actually grateful that this command didn’t require the enunciation of words. I took off.
“Ruff, ruff. Bark bark bark…woof woof woof.”
“Louder!”
“RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! BARK! BARK! BARK!”
She turned again, and hit an ass pose, again jiggling the abundant flesh of her lower body enticingly.
“OK, doggie. Now stop barking and beg. Up on your hind quarters and beg. Beg for another sniff of my ass.”
I began whimpering instantly as her ass and legs continued to destroy me, but I couldn’t get to my knees. I kept trying to push myself up, by I was too disoriented. Whimpering loudly I kept pushing my hands against the floor to no avail. I’d come up a few inches, then lose my balance and collapse onto my back again, struggling like an overturned turtle. The goddess kept laughing.
“You see?” she chuckled, “This is why you need to enroll your ass in seminary or some shit. Get your damn rituals together. Well, if you’re not going to sit up and beg, then you know how it is. You don’t get what you don’t beg for.”
She turned away, giving me one more cosmic wiggle of her ass, and started to walk away. The vision of her in sublime motion like that intensified my howling., but I still couldn’t get to my knees. My supreme goddess had twisted my mind into a pretzel, and my body seemed to be having increasing trouble responding to its confused commands. She kept walking and I kept struggling. She stopped at a doorway down the hall and turned to look back at me.
“You’re of no use to me if you cannot follow simple orders. You’ll have to come back after you’ve had further religious training.”
She laughed and began to reach for the doorknob. The though of her leaving was intolerable. With some unknown reserve, I pushed myself up with everything I had. Miraculously, I managed to get to a kneeling position, and just as she was moving into the doorway, I began whimpering with the whole of my being. With my hands curled in front of me in begging position I let out a string of the most authentic doggie begging sounds any man ever offered to his goddess. Loudly and clearly my cries went up.
“Owwwww…ow-ow-owwww.. Whimper whimper whimper… owwwwwwwwwwwww…ow-ow-ow-ow-owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.”
Filled with eternal hope, I looked down that long narrow hallway and saw her looking back my way.
“You see what you can accomplish when you put your mind to it?” She said. “But you are on very thin ice, little man. You came this close to being left here to rot. Now if you’re really serious, and you want me to stay, let me hear you squeal like the worthless pig that you are.”
With that, she backed into the hallway again, but kept that side door open. I had never been so terrified. She glared at me with eyes of fire. I could see the severity in them even from a distance. Still perched on my knees, I began to squeal;
“oiiiiiiiiiiiiiink…oi-oi-oi-oiiiiiink! Squeeeeek…Squeek-squeek…”
I heard her laughing and looked down to see her almost doubled over and clapping her hands together with glee.
“You dumb-ass mother fucker!” She yelled. “Have you ever seen a pig sit up on its hind legs like a motherfucking dog?”
Oh, no. More problems.
“If that wasn’t the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen, you’d be finished. But I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you just thought you were following protocol. Now, down on all fours and let’s hear that pig again, this time, looking like one!”
While she continued to observe me carefully, I fell to my hands and knees and let go.
“Squeeeeel, squeeeeel…Squeeeek, squeeeeeek…oink, oink, oink, oink…”
Then I began mixing in some pig snorts and food-grubbing sounds. Anything to please her.
“That’s actually pretty good,” she laughed. “But let’s hear it again, louder, and while you crawl around in circles down there.”
I complied, grunting, squeaking, oinking, and snorting. I crawled around in circles like a demented beast and the sounds of her further laughter rendered me assurance that, at the least, she was staying. She closed the door (thank god) and began to walk back toward me.
“Keep it up,” she said.
I crawled again, bellowing out my litany of pig-sounds.
About half way back to me, she called out. “Duck!” she said. “Let’s hear you do a duck. Just sit still and quack.”
She continued toward me. I gave her my best quacks.
“Quack, quack….quack quack quack…quaaaack…quack, quack, quack.”
“That one’s not even a challenge,” she laughed. “Goose! Big ass, long-neck goose. GO!”
“HOOOONK! HONK HONK! HO-OOOOOOOOONK! HONK HONK!”
At that point she had returned, standing before me in all her majesty.
“Keep it up,” she laughed. “I like your goose!”
“HONK HONK HONK……HOOOOOOOOOOONK…HONK HONK HONK!!!”
Again, she flaunted her ass and legs in front of my face. She didn’t have to order me to smell. Her scent was so fucking hot that I simply inhaled deeply and began to cry serious tears between my on-going goose-honks. With every movement, her body kept quivering in all manner of exquisite movements in front of me. Then, she began to call out different animals.
“Cat!”
I did my best job of meowing.
“Crow!” She shook her leg at me.
“Caw Caw Caw Caw Caw” amidst a torrent of tears.
“Chimpanzee!”
“Ooo-ooo-ah-ah-ah-ah….ooo-oo-oo…”
“Scratch your armpits and make a chimp face!”
I pressed my tongue up against my lower lip, crossed my eyes, and began scratching my armpits. She couldn’t stop laughing, turning her ass to my face again.
“Make the sounds to go with it…”
There I sat in front of my goddess; lower lip protruding, eyes crossed, scratching under my armpits and…
“oooo-oo-oo…ah-ah-ah-ah-”
All along she’s laughing at the abject humiliation she’s putting me through, and her body is no more than a foot from me with no permission to touch in any way. I felt everything beginning to slip. My vision was failing…getting dizzy. Shook my head…get the cobwebs out. She flashes her tits directly in front of my face.
“Wanna suck on one?”
No human words. Just insane chimpanzee gibberish.
“Eeeek, eeek. Oo-oo-oo-oo-ahh-ah-ah-ah…”
I almost touch, she pulls back.
“Look!”
She stomps her thigh down in front of my face again. I am no longer human.
“Snake!”
“Hiss…hisss…hisssssss.”
“Mouse!” She flaunts her upper thighs directly in front of my face. The intoxicating bouquet of her cunt juices is devouring brain cells.
“Squeeek, squeeek, squeeek.”
“Rat!” She commands, backing away slightly
(Deeper) “Squeek, Squeek, Squeek!”
A few others before she grows bored with the game. Then, she turns her ass towards me again. That slight quiver. I’m in convulsions.
“OK, talk to me,” she says politely. “Just be yourself now and talk to me.”
I looked up at her ass, her gargantuan thighs, and the haughty expression on her face. She knew what I was going to say. As best I can remember, I began spewing the most incomprehensible stream of meaningless sounds ever produced by a human being. Everything was gakk, gurgle, blubber, choke, choke, choke, bla-mmaa-ramma-tapa-lo-sid-io. Looking at me severely this time, she shook her ass at me again and I vomited all over myself. I don’t even know why. I suppose my mind had no other means of expressing the fact that it had died. The last thing I remember is looking down at my puke-covered body to the sound of her demonic laughter.
I panicked as I looked around the room. What the—? I was in a hospital bed. Groggily, I tried to focus my eyes. Something must be wrong. That thought came into my head. I tried to get up, but couldn’t move. I was strapped down tightly by my wrists and ankles. There was an i.v. in my right arm, and I appeared to be hooked up to god knew how many machines. I called out;
“Hey! Hello!! Can anybody hear me?”
There was a call button hanging from the guard rails on the side of my bed, but I couldn’t reach it. I kept yelling for help until finally a nurse came running into the room. Smiling, she stuck her head back outside the door.
“He’s come to! He’s awake!” She called out.
Presently, a doctor and two assistants came bolting through the door.
“Hello,” the doctor said. “We’ve sure been worried about you. How are you feeling?”
“A little woozy, I guess. But not bad. Where am I?”
They all stared at me strangely, and shook their heads.
“No change,” the doctor said.
“No change in what?” I asked.
“Can you understand me?” He asked.
“Yes, of course. What’s going on?”
Again, he just shook his head. “No change,” he said again. “Karen, you stay with him now. I want to know if he says anything coherent. Any recognizable word in any language, you call us. I’ll have something soft sent in for him to eat.”
“Yes, doctor.”
“Wait a minute, I protested. What are you talking about? Anything coherent? What the fuck is going on here?!”
The doctor gave me a pathetic, confused look and sat back down at my bedside. “I don’t know if you can understand me at all,” he said, “but you were found lying in the hallway of a hotel, babbling incoherent gibberish and convulsing as if you were having an attack of epilepsy. But we’ve tested you, and you simply aren’t epileptic. Nevertheless, you are unable to function in any normal way. Now that you’re conscious, we’re going to start doing some more tests on you to see if we can find out what is wrong. Try to rest and let’s hope things start coming back together soon.”
He smiled and started for the door.
“Hey!” I exclaimed. “Hey, come back. I need to go home. There’s nothing wrong with me!”
I saw the nurse shaking her head sadly. Then, I began to realize what was happening. I saw my big, black, beautiful goddess in my mind’s eye. I remembered, as if in a dream, the omnipotent power of her fat body. This was the curse for my apostasy, for my weakness, for being utterly incapable of obedience to her. I asked the nurse again where I was, and heard my utterance as it really sounded.
“Gurgle..gurgle, gak, blubber, blubber…choke, gak, gurgle gurgle gurgle….”
