This one is hard to swallow...
Madame Giganta - part 3
Madame Giganta stood in front of Marlow. She seemed bigger than ever. He looked down and could see Jones's body hanging freely from behind her. Marlow knew that Magame Giganta's massive, powerful buttocks held Jones's whole head tightly in their grip.
Madame Giganta beckoned Marlow towards the couch. She flounced into her hard chair, undoubtably pulverising Jones paper thin under her.
"Here's the story" she bellowed. Marlow gulped - he didn't like the tone at all. She noticed and smiled, then continued.
"I'm going to be straight with you and tell you whats going to happen to you tonight. I'm going to tell you for one reason. When you know your fate, I will be able to smell your fear . But there will be no escape - this is inevitable. Go and try the bars on the window - see how solid they are."
Marlow obliged - the thick steel bars were immovable. Madame Giganta crept up behind him. She braced herself against the wall with one hand, and tightened her hand around one of the bars. She pulled hard, and the wall gave way. She pulled the bar straight out from the surround. Marlow watched dumbfounded. She handed it to him. He baulked at its weight - it was solid and heavy. Looking straight into his eyes, she put the bar behind his neck, and with some effort, she bent it around his throat until it cut into him, crushing him painfully. He tried in vain to loosen it but it was solid steel.
Madame Giganta watched his panic, and said "listen to me now". Marlow obeyed instantly.
"I am infinitely stronger than you. One touch from me can send you sprawling." She salivated as she said it. "I can do what I want with you, and I will". She reached out and removed the heavy iron bar.
"Sit down" she commanded. Marlow didn't hesitate at all. She smiled again, sweetly.
"OK Marlow, here's the story. Look at Jones here. I love squashing him - all day and all night. It makes me think of the fun I had converting him into a toon. His cries will stay in my head forever". She paused for a moment, remembering.
"Tonight the same thing is going to happen to you. Look at me - I am massively stronger than you. I am almost 10 feet tall. I weigh over 1000lbs. You are really going to feel it".
Marlow was stunned. He still didn't know what he was really in for. Madame Giganta read his mind and obliged.
"To make you into my permanent toon slave, you must drink some chemicals. Thats the easy bit. Then the fun bit. I must break and grind every one of your bones into powder. You can't be my toon slave if you have a firm skeleton, Mr Marlow. To grind you properly takes several hours. Don't worry though, I have the time and the power and the weight. It won't be a problem. Are you looking forward to it yet?"
Part 4 to follow
Madame Giganta - part 3
Madame Giganta stood in front of Marlow. She seemed bigger than ever. He looked down and could see Jones's body hanging freely from behind her. Marlow knew that Magame Giganta's massive, powerful buttocks held Jones's whole head tightly in their grip.
Madame Giganta beckoned Marlow towards the couch. She flounced into her hard chair, undoubtably pulverising Jones paper thin under her.
"Here's the story" she bellowed. Marlow gulped - he didn't like the tone at all. She noticed and smiled, then continued.
"I'm going to be straight with you and tell you whats going to happen to you tonight. I'm going to tell you for one reason. When you know your fate, I will be able to smell your fear . But there will be no escape - this is inevitable. Go and try the bars on the window - see how solid they are."
Marlow obliged - the thick steel bars were immovable. Madame Giganta crept up behind him. She braced herself against the wall with one hand, and tightened her hand around one of the bars. She pulled hard, and the wall gave way. She pulled the bar straight out from the surround. Marlow watched dumbfounded. She handed it to him. He baulked at its weight - it was solid and heavy. Looking straight into his eyes, she put the bar behind his neck, and with some effort, she bent it around his throat until it cut into him, crushing him painfully. He tried in vain to loosen it but it was solid steel.
Madame Giganta watched his panic, and said "listen to me now". Marlow obeyed instantly.
"I am infinitely stronger than you. One touch from me can send you sprawling." She salivated as she said it. "I can do what I want with you, and I will". She reached out and removed the heavy iron bar.
"Sit down" she commanded. Marlow didn't hesitate at all. She smiled again, sweetly.
"OK Marlow, here's the story. Look at Jones here. I love squashing him - all day and all night. It makes me think of the fun I had converting him into a toon. His cries will stay in my head forever". She paused for a moment, remembering.
"Tonight the same thing is going to happen to you. Look at me - I am massively stronger than you. I am almost 10 feet tall. I weigh over 1000lbs. You are really going to feel it".
Marlow was stunned. He still didn't know what he was really in for. Madame Giganta read his mind and obliged.
"To make you into my permanent toon slave, you must drink some chemicals. Thats the easy bit. Then the fun bit. I must break and grind every one of your bones into powder. You can't be my toon slave if you have a firm skeleton, Mr Marlow. To grind you properly takes several hours. Don't worry though, I have the time and the power and the weight. It won't be a problem. Are you looking forward to it yet?"
Part 4 to follow