Copyright 1998
FK Publications

Life is something that proceeds through the course of time. Moreover, life and the events contained therein are of many different forms that are of the normal and the paranormal. Everything which happens fits somewhere between these two extreems.

However, for an individual by the name of Paul, one of these extreems is going to make itself quite pronounced. That is, the extreem in the direction of the paranormal.

Paul happens to live in a suburban setting. He owns a nice house looking well kept and comfortable. In fact, he makes a modest and secure living with the work he does. His job is great, and stress is something as of yet he doesn't have to live with to any great extent.

Also, Paul loves to take walks in the early afternoon whenever he has a day off from work. Further, he enjoys walking the most during the summer when the weather is warm and the sun is shining.

Such was the case one summer day. Paul left his resisdence after twelve noon and started to stroll about upon the quite sidewalks of his suburban paradise. Further, as he continued to walk, he past a side street that had a sign in front of it which said, " No Outlet." This he liked to see, for it implied extreem tranquility in the summer sun, for not many cars would be driving upon such a road. He turned the corner and proceeded down the street. The man continued to walk and bathe in the serenity of all about him. Further, he loved every minute of it. A relaxing sensation started to overcome him as he moved down the placid way.

After Paul walked another hundred feet, he could discern the sound of classical music coming from one of the homes ahead. As he moved ever closer, the young man could determine the composer. It was the music of Gustav Mahler. In fact, the first movement of the third symphony was working itself before his ears. He loved it! The errie mystique of the composition penetrated every aspect of his constitution. He moved ever the more closer, and the music became louder and louder as his distance from the source decreased.

A few more steps brought him directly before the house from which the masterpiece was playing. The dwelling was itself a sight to behold. It was set back somewhat and was surrounded by a large group of trees. The structure radiated uniqueness; however, Paul wasn't sure what the specific nature of this novelty was all about. As he looked on upon the home with ever keener eyes, he noticed a form upon the front porch. In fact, the outline revealed itself to be that of a woman, a young woman. However, the most spectacular surprise was that she was sitting on the railing of the porch, leaning upon one of the pillars, and wearing nothing save for a pair of black leather stilleto boots and a black leather bikini outfit! Paul look on with an ever growing interest. Moreover, the figure in the distance seemed to glow with some dimension of gothic mystique. He couldn't help but move forward to have a closer inspection. The curious man walked upon the private front lawn and moved toward the porch. Also, the music added more and more mystery to the whole scene before him. As he finally stood at the base of the porch, he looked straight into the eyes of a beautiful blue eyed lady with dark hair raised to the top of her head. In fact, she glowed with dominance as she eyed him. Her look was one of power and stamina. Next, she motioned him to ascend the stairs and come up. This he did. As he arrived at the top, she got off the railing and stood upright looking straight at him. He judged she was about five feet and ten inches tall. Moreover, the attire she wore impressed him the most. The leather spoke of authority, intelligence, and control all in one. Next, mystery lady slowly walked toward him, eying him continuously as she approached. Finally, she stopped right in front of him and ask, "You couldn't resist, could you?" She went on, " I know your type, they're the ones who always end up in my hands." Paul couldn't fully understand what she meant. However, he simply replyed, " There's something about you that fits perfectly with the music now playing together with this whole atmosphere." She looked on at him and inquired, " So you're a Mahler enthusiast?" Paul responded, " He's one of my favorites." She remarked, " I've been listening to his music eversince I was a small child; it does something to me." The mysterious lady went on, " Everytime I hear the measures, I feel as if I've an unlimmited capacity for anything."

The sound of her voice in conjunction with her immage was now becoming hypnotic. Paul started to feel as if she were reaching into him and taking control of his soul. Moreover, our man felt she was taking possession of him and transforming his existance into an extension of her superior being. Her eyes continued to probe as she ask, " Would you like to come inside and look at some interresting works of art?" Paul immediately nodded in agreement. Her questions were like commands from which he had no will to resist. She walked toward the front door and opennd it. Lady mystique entered and he followed. As he followed, his eyes fell upon her magnificent ass which in his mind radiated a superior authority. He had a strong urge to get down upon his knees and start kissing her behind. However, what he didn't know at the moment is that she would force him to do the same within the duration of the present hour.

They both entered the house and he looked around. Paul was transfixed by all he saw about him. What was of the greatest interest were the paintings hanging from the walls. They were all oil upon canvas which gave them the appearance of high value. More to the point, these works were all of a semiabstract nature. They revealed scenes of an apocolyptic design, pictures of vast amounts of suffering and death. Before him, he viewed immages of burned out cities and people with terror upon their faces. One painting in particular cought his eye. It was the largest in the livingroom; the masterpiece hung directly over the fireplace. The work was that of a large mushroom cloud rising over the sky line of some metropolitan area. The creation was made with the utmost in skill, revealing every detail in color, and with a style that put Van Gothe to shame. Paul just stood there looking up at the work in awe. Then, he finally brought himself back to reality and humbly ask the young lady, " Did you paint that?" The woman answerd, " Yes, it happens to be one of my first works." "Very impressive", Paul said.

He continued to look around and notice more of the same, that is, paintings of death and destruction.

As he gazed upon the pictures, she gazed upon him. He noticed this and looked right at her. Next, he realized that she looked at him with an expression which seemed to indicate she wanted to take him in the same way a child whats a toy. Further, he now started to feel fear, for everything about her indicated the type of individual obsessed with something of a darker nature. His fear and curiousity mixed themselves in such a way preventing him from working up the will to simply walk out and never come back.

A few moments later, the perplexing lass motioned to follow her into another room on the first floor of the house. He followed and entered a large area which contained the most impressive lionel train set he had ever seen in his entire life. The whole layout was constructed with the utmost attention to detail. Moreover, the setup was a masterpiece all to its own. Also, the railroad empire had a mixture of both diesel and steam locomotives. In fact, the best kind lionel manufactures. The young man was truly taken in by the sight.

However, she didn't stop in front of the train set. She continued to walk yet further toward another room. Finally, the lady entered the chamber, and he followed. What he saw before him was another impressive sight. Standing about six feet in height was the most exquisite doll house he had ever laid his humble eyes upon. He looked on for a few minutes and absorbed the entire picture. She ask, " What do you think?" Paul replyed, " I say its beautiful; its a work of art." "Yes indeed.", she answered. Then, she said, " The inside looks even better; why don't you open the front door and crawl inside and see all within." He did as she suggested. Paul openned the door, lowered his head, and walked right in. He closed the entrance behind him and was immediately stuck by the splender. He examined every detail and was fast loosing track of time when he heard the lady's voice say, " You can come out now." He openned the front door and walked out. However, as he ventured out, the man was now at eye level with the stilleto heels of a large but elegant pair of black leather female boots! Stunned, he turned around to look back at the house. It still appeared as it was when he first saw it. Nevertheless, a second later, he realized the shock of his life. The house with him inside had reduced itself to a mere fraction of its original size. He turned back again and looked up. The gothic beauty stared down as she towered above him. Further. from his perspective, she appeared to be over one hundred feet tall! Next, the strange woman said, " Well, how does it feel to be a two inch bug?" He looked up into her diabolical eyes which were now filled with a frightening, yet seductive, desire to humiliate and destroy. He yelled up to her, " What happened?" She replyed, " You walked into my magic doll house. When a person ventures in, the structure shrinks along with the occupant; however, after a minute or two, the house returns to normal." He turned around and again looked at the house. Indeed, it had returned to its original six feet.

The giantess continued to stared down at him and said, " You're all mine now!; I own you, there's nothing you can do to escape my greatness!" Then she said, " I'll be back in a second." Mistress of darkness left the room and he was overwhelmed by the sound of her higheeled 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 could not at first determine due to his vantage point. However, she squatted down and he finally made out the figure of another shrunken man. Further, the little creature was naked and trembling. She dangled the male above Paul and said, " Now watch this." Femme Fatale placed the little man upon her lap and openned the lid of the jar. Next, she reached for the victim and dropped him in. As he lay in the jar, his head moved back and forth in fear, for he too knew not what she had in store. Then, she placed the jar upon the floor and stood up. The vixen next removed her leather panties and bra. Now the evil goddess stood naked before the two males save for her footwear. Moreover, the sight of her gigantic body both elated and frightened Paul. He couln't determine whether fear or attraction was getting the better of him; he just stood there and gazed upward. Afterward, the lady again squatted down, this time over the open glass. In a few moments, she started to piss! The liquied came out of her cunt with a soft gentle flow. It poured forth untill the tiny and trapped man was completely covered by her golden honey. Finally, the dominatrix stopped pissing and reached for the lid. She screwed it onto the top of the jar and started to tilt the container in many different directions. Paul looked on as she remarked, " Watch how I kill this little insignificant nothing." He looked on in horror as she kept turning the jar so to ensure that the little man's head would remain under her yellow piss. After a mimute or two, she stopped twisting the glass about and placed it on the floor directly in front of Paul. He now stared into the dead eyes of a corpse floating in a volume of piss. The bitch looked down at Paul and said, " There, how would you like to end up the same way?!" Paul pleaded with her, and she replyed, " Don't worry, I've something else in mind for you." The evil in female form rose and picked up both Paul and the jar containing the murdered male. Holding both in her hands, she walked to the first floor bathroom. The dark haired vixen placed Paul upon the toilet tank and openned the jar. Next, she raised the toilet lid and poured the contents of the glass into the bowl. The dead victim moved out as a newly purchased tropical fish from a plastic bag. The tiny corpse, together with her piss, went into the john. Then, she flushed, and all went down, lost forever. Paul looked on in fear, for he knew not his fate.

Her attention returned to him and she said, " Let's have some fun." She reached for Paul and torr off all his clothes. The young woman walked with him into the room containing the train layout. Next, the murderess placed Paul in one of the empty coal cars. She turned on the transformer, and the train started to move. He looked out from the top of the piece of rolling stock as the train carried him about. Also, viewing all before him, she appeared as a giantess looking down at a real life railroad complex. Paul thought to himself, " Hopefully this is the worst things get." However, his hopes were dashed when she stopped the train right in front of her. He stared up at her beautiful large tits as she reached down and pulled him up by one of his arms. Next, the lady placed him down on one on the tracks. The gothic mistress backed the train into another siding. After the line of cars and locomotive was off the main line, the towering tormentor took a strand of her hair and proceeded to tie Paul to the main track. His tiny body struggled as she forced the black hair strand around him and under the rail. She repeated this process over and over until Paul was firmly secured to the track. He tried in vain to free himself. However, escape was impossible.

As he lie hopelessly tied to the rails, he heard the sound of a horn in the distance. In fact, it was the sound of a steam locomotive. He looked down the line as far as the layout extended. He saw nothing. Nevertheless, the sound of the whistle became progressively louder. Sudenly, from the very end of the table off into the distance, he saw an engine turn the bend. To his horror, a steam locomotive with six drive wheels was coming straight at him! He looked up and saw the goddess smiling sadistically down 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. The cow catcher came to a halt only a milimeter away from his tiny frame before the engine backed off in the opposite direction. Next, the evil bitch let the locomotive return to the curve at the end of the table. Once again, she allowed the train to speed toward Paul. However, she did the same and brought the machine to a halt right before it almost hit him. She did this repeatedly and said laughingly, " Just think if I misjudge and the train doesn't stop in time." She looked into his eyes and loved the sight of his fear. Moreover, the fact that he feared her made this woman feel superior and powerful.

After a half hour of mental torture past its way, the female pervert finally remarked, " Let's do something else; this is starting to bore me." With her sharp long fingernails, she cut through the hair strands and released him from the rails. Next, she removed another strand from her head and tied one end of it around Paul's waist. The lady picked up the other end and now raised him a few inches off the train table. The hair strand was about a foot and a half long. With his hanging that distance from her fingertips, she walked into the kitchen. Next, the sadistic witch moved over to the stove and turned on one of the burners. She raised him even higher and moved her hand so that he was about a foot over the open flame! " Please, please!", he yelled. She responded, " You're mine, remember; I can do with you as I want." Slowly, the cruel cunt began to lower him down ever closer to the blue glow. He started to feel the heat of the flame. As she lowered him ever closer, the little male screamed in agony as the heat became intense. She laughed on as his tiny body wiggled and twisted like a worm. After a few moments of suffering, she raised him back up. The lilliputian hung from her hair string and cried as the pain worked itself through every fiber of his being.

Again, she lowered him toward the flame. Once again, he screamed and screamed until she raised him away. Mistress did this repeatedly before she got tired of the whole thing.

With the torture by fire complete, our lady walked back into the bathroom and lowered him into the cool toilet bowl water. In fact, this was a relief, for the pain was so intense that any form of comfort would do.

The sociopath let him cool off for a while; then she raised him up by the black hair strand and proceeded to move her hand back toward her shoulder blade, lowering him directly before her noble ass! She ordered, " Kiss my ass you little piece of shit!" He did as she commanded. He kissed and respected her beautiful and gorgeous butt! She, on the other hand. voloped in the ecstasy of total control.

As he kissed and worshiped her posterior, the symphony playing on the sterio finally came to an end. She raised him up and brought the tiny man back in front of her. Mistress looked directly into his tiny frightened eyes and said, " The symphony has ended; so ends my orgy of sadistic delight."

At first, Paul thought the torture would finally come to an end and perhaps there would be a way he could reason with her. However, he then realized that the pain and humiliation would indeed come to an end, but not as he desired. Satan's hand maiden lowered him to the floor. She let go of the strand, and it fell down next to his tiny frame. The little one looked up into her fiendish smile as she raised the sole of her boot over him. Paul cried forth, " Please, no, please, don't!" The last thing our man heard was the sound of her laughter as the sexy high heeled leather masterpiece came down and crushed him to death!