....Surrender 2

Surrender 2

"The revolution won't be televised"

By ebonyboy

Int. b/bedroom - day.

this is another POV sequence with the camera serving as "me" a very tiny black male; whose been captured in Cheyenne-Jewel, a gorgeous young White Woman's home.

Ms. Cheyenne

Let's go, wakey wakey

I try pretending I'm still asleep.

Ms. Cheyenne

I know you can hear me, boy. I said: 'WAKE UP'!

Boom

She sneers, pounding her fist as big as a house jolting me up to attention.

Ms. Cheyenne

There we go... So, I heard something about you. I hear you've been talking to the Black Panthers?! ...you know they go against what I stand for. What did you talk about?

Then placing "me" on the floor Ms. Cheyenne slowly stands to her full altitude.

Ms. Cheyenne

I'll ask you again, and this time I won't be so nice. What did you, coons talk about?

She waits a moment, then lifts her lovely foot over me, pressing down smothering me with her foot. Then she lifts it.

Ms. Cheyenne

What did you talk about? You're making this hard on yourself, boy.

She sighs again smothering me with her foot; pressing down a bit harder. This time I barely waited until her foot was clear before I started spilling my guts about their plot to shrink every White person, and take over the planet.

Ms. Cheyenne

Oh, really?! We'll see about that

Then pinning me under her big toe she asked sternly:

Ms. Cheyenne

Formula now! ...good because I am not living in a world of overgrown baboons.

With no other choice I couldn't say it fast enough. I was amazed with how brilliant her mind for Biometrics is.

Ms. Cheyenne

You know how many guys wish they were your size? Small enough to crawl between my toes, a play under my feet.

It wouldn't be now, she trapped me under a glass and left. (I'm thinking a hamster cage if you have one, but a glass will work)

Ms. Cheyenne

You should feel at home in here.

Int. Living Room - later that day

A sudden disturbance, shook me awake.

Ms. Cheyenne

C'mon...get in here niggers.

With her feet shoulder-width apart, hands on her mighty hips, looking down her nose upon the demoralized, humiliated and berated (toy) soldiers pass through the mighty alabaster pillars of her legs 2 by 2. (*Please consider a few Victory poses)

Soldiers muttering

Militants muttering

That egg-head mutherfucker...fuck dat uncle tom ...ima fuck his ass up when ii see him! ... word!

Ms. Cheyenne

(Chuckles)

Ms. Cheyenne (cont.)

Over there y'all puny nigras ... hurry up!

Ms. Cheyenne turns to face what once was a battalion of Black Panther People's Army now not much of a Platoon these were those which she allowed to live.

Ms. Cheyenne

Ok, you inferior little monkeys, get on your knees and call me your Great White Goddess.

The little gaggle mills around until Ms. Cheyenne walks up to them.

Ms. Cheyenne

Fine, suit yourself.

Slowly lifting her foot Ms. Cheyenne allows them to read the bottom of her sandal: Achtung, schwarze! (Watch out niggers!) On the bottom of her right sandal reads Die, niggers, Die! As she cruelly paces about trampling the remaining militants.

Ms. Cheyenne

(Ad libs some HARSH RACIAL HUMILIATION)

Then Ms. Cheyenne sees their "Al Sharpton type leader cowering behind his 4 henchwomen. They too are horrified to see the beautiful giant woman seeming to grow larger each approaching stride.

Ms. Cheyenne

...and as for you

The" Mr. .Al Sharpton" actually screams and starts running; easily tracked by the looming giantess.

Ms. Cheyenne

Oh, wow. Well, you are kind of a heel so.

Positioning her foot over him with her heel over him.

Ms. Cheyenne

Heel, boy.

She brought her heel down on their 'fearless' leader. One of his horrified henchwomen tries to run.

Ms. Cheyenne

Get back here you, big titty bi-BOOM-tch

It's almost simultaneous as she bring down her foot hard splattering them with blood and organ grease. Two others try running too in futile effort to flee.

Ms. Cheyenne

Where are you two going?

She snatches them up. Ms. Cheyenne reaches for the third pausing to regard her.

Ms. Cheyenne

You're pretty. I've got a special job for you.

Ms. Cheyenne drops the two 'scaredy' cats down in her underwear (or lack of) and sat on her couch. Removing her sandal she presented her bare size 8 foot to the little 'pretty' girl.

Ms. Cheyenne

Kiss... and lick my foot, you nasty little black bitch.

Ms. Cheyenne sat enjoying the incredible rush of power and control she had as she orgasmed over and over.

Fade to Black