Marc beat his hands futilely at Indrid's fat hand. She'd been holding him by his throat for nearly a minute and he hadn't even been able to take a breath before she seized him. His struggles were useless. Not only was she at a level of strength he couldn't hope to reach in his lifetime, but from the way her antennae twitched, he was positive his fear was just more fuel for her. He'd stop if he could but his reaction was involuntary. It was animal instinct, something humans had been unable to break free of no matter how much they thought they were different from anthros.
As he struggled, the oil-black tongue ran over his face again and again, sampling him like a lollipop. Marc was too terrified to even be disgusted. His vision was almost gone when the tongue retreated suddenly and something like disappointment registered in her hellish red eyes. Only now did it seem to dawn on her that whatever fear she was busy slurping down off him like a milkshake was running low as the life left his body. She released her hold on his neck and Marc was finally able to take a deep breath. He'd been so convinced he'd been about to meet his loved ones at the pearly gates that he felt a wave of relief wash over him as he realized he wouldn't be shuffling off his mortal coil quite yet.
That was the good news. The bad news was that relief was the opposite of what Indred wanted to get from him. She stood to her full height and lifted him by the scruff of his shirt so that his face was still inches from hers. She sniffed.
"Need... more... fear," she whispered.
"I'm afraid!" Marc choked out, gasping for air, his heart rate starting to go up again in dread anticipation of what would happen next. "I swear I'm afraid! I'm the fraidiest human you'll ever see, I swear!"
Indred gave no sign she was listening to him. Guess she only cared what her food felt, not what it said. Her antennae gave another twitch and Marc knew what that meant. He tried not to think of anything as she delved into his mind, but he suspected it had no impact on her telepathic abilities.
"Six years ago..." she said. "You were on the bus to visit your great-aunt... A man was sleeping in the seat across from you..."
No, not that! Marc thought, the memory coming back to him as she spoke.
The bus was for humans and anthros. A mammoth woman had boarded. She was one of the fattest anthros Marc had ever seen. She had massive headphones on over her massive ears, and was singing along badly to the crappy pop music she was listening to. She didn't see the man who'd slumped down asleep in his seat. She didn't hear Marc as he yelled to stop her.
"Ooh, baby, we've got a bond no one can sever! You'll see boy, you belong to me forever!" the mammoth sang horribly...
She sat down and the man vanished. Marc leapt to his feet and pulled on her arm, trying to get her to get up, like a little kid trying to get an adult's attention. The mammoth woman opened an eye at his touch and gave him an annoyed look. She still couldn't hear him over the music. The exact science of human durability was still being researched in this crazy world of giant, humanoid animals living alongside humans. Some humans could take extreme amounts of punishment without breaking. Others...
CRUNCH!
The mammoth sank a few inches down into her seat, as if the chair had collapsed inward, then leapt to her feet.
"EW!" she shrieked. "Who left something wet in my seat?"
"His body," Indred said in the present. "So red... pulverized... face twisted in pain. The first human you'd ever seen crushed--"
"SHUT UP!" Marc screamed. "JUST SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE!"
"Yessssssssssss," Indred hissed, antennae twitching again. "Won't hear anymore. Actions, speak louder, after all..."
"No," Marc whimpered. "Please, you can't--"
Indred didn't bother to respond. She carried Marc as effortlessly as a kitten. The room shook with her four footsteps, the floor groaning under the weight of her massive gut as it dragged over the floor. She approached the bed, with its rusted metal frame looking like a prime delivery system for lockjaw, its filthy mattress looking like something from a crime scene. She dropped him on it without a word. He tried to scramble off but the red eyes glowed all the brighter against the shadowy face and Marc was frozen in fear. He didn't move even as she turned around and displayed an ass the size of a small planet. Something so massive that surely he stood no chance against it.
Her ass descended. Marc screamed but when she landed the wind was knocked out of him. Only his bottom half was underneath her, pinned helpless beneath her backside. The mattress creaked under her weight, the bedframe sagging, the springs poking into Marc's back like instruments of torture from the Dark Ages. His upper half was forced up into her ass crack. The pain was excruciating. About the only mercy she gave him was that she didn't sit on him with her full-weight, her front legs still holding up some of her though her back legs hung limp. Even then, Marc knew it wasn't true mercy. It was just a way to prolong his suffering. He pushed against the wall of insect abdomen covered in grass-like fur, trying to open some space so he could wiggle free of the unbearable pain but it was impossible. As he struggled, Indred spoke softly, but he could hear her crystal-clear.
"You've often pondered what the man's final thoughts were. You hope he slept through the whole thing... but you know that's not true. He was awake just long enough to know what was happening, to feel his bones rendered to powder, to feel his flesh burst apart at the seems like a water balloon. He had enough time to scream for help that would never come. You know what's like, don't you? Screaming for help and being ignored. I heard it as your employers delivered you to me. I promise you'll know the rest of what that man felt soon enough."
As she spoke she steadily increased her weight on him, taking it off her front legs and leaning back more and more. Marc swore she was telling the truth. His legs felt like they were breaking, his stomach and chest felt like they were caving in, making it next to impossible to breath, only getting short gasps as his face dug into her fur. He knew his bones and organs must've been turning to a flat paste inside him, and as she worked her ass further and further back, they would eventually pop up out of the top of his head like someone trying to get every last bit out of a container of toothpaste.
"You'll see boy, you belong to me forever," Indred sang tunelessly.
The verse elicited another surge of fear. Marc gave another scream of pain and horror as Indred scooched back, causing him to vanish completely, his entire body devoured by her crack. Though he was completely invisible to the outside world, and far from her pitch black mouth, Indred still salivated as she savored his delicious fear. Technically she hadn't needed to lick him earlier. She fed off fear in a more abstract way. However, it was a good intimidation tact, and human flavor was still enjoyable in its own way, just as the squirms and struggles of his panicked body beneath her were similarly enjoyable, not just for the fear it elicited.
For all his panic, she hadn't broken anything inside him... yet... but it was so easy for her to go inside his mind and plant a small idea inside. The irrationality of it, his conviction that he was dying, it made his fear all the sweeter. Pain was always something she enjoyed inflicting on others, whether physical or mental, but she often found mental anguish to be more beneficial in the long-term. Why let a good source of food go to waste by breaking it too quickly? Besides, she knew how to doll out physical pain even while restraining herself. She proved it to herself by clenching her cheeks a few time, mangling Marc further and eliciting more sweet struggles and even sweeter terror.
As she gorged herself for the next hour, she also spent her time looking through his memories. It turned out Marc had seen and survived a lot in the past. This was good. Not only did it mean she could run the gauntlet in utilizing her favorite methods of torture on someone who could live through it, it also gave him such sweet phobias for her to indulge in.
She had so many choices... which should she choose next?
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