"THAT'S RIGHT, FIGHT ALL YOU CAN. AHH! STRUGGLE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT; IT FEELS, OH ... ALL THE BETTER THAT WAY."

  Laura pushed him farther forward and his feet and calves slid into her. She released her pliant folds with her other hand and her sensitive womanhood closed in around him; she shuddered as she took in a quick breath. Her chest trembled sending streams of water in random sprays upwards. The driver found it difficult to move his legs and began beating on her fingers with his tiny fists. She pressed him in a little more and she consumed his thighs and pelvis.

  Thick cream folded over him, seeping over every inch of his lower body. The fluid slithered over his skin with a warmth so intensely erotic it quickly aroused him to erection. His growing member was soon surrounded and enveloped warmly by Laura. She tensed and all of her muscles constricted lightly; pressure squeezed his legs and crotch and he arched his back in mild stimulation. He looked up as he tried to stifle his gasp and saw her breasts quiver and heave as her breathing became shallow again. She squeezed once more, harder this time, and he felt himself be drawn inside her a little further.

  The driver looked down to see his stomach now surrounded by her hot, pink flesh. He braced his hands against her quivering folds to keep himself from sinking in anymore; she just giggled, her entire body vibrating with the light sound, as his palms slid over her slippery lips finding no purchase. He heard her let out a deep moan and she squeezed again. The pressure caressed him intensely, massaging the length of his legs and squeezing his exposed manhood. His teeth chattered at the incredible sensation.

  Laura wrapped her fingers around his chest, he could see a vague reflection of his face in the side of one of her nails as it gripped him gently around his neck. She pulled him slightly and he felt himself begin to slide out of her; she was unwilling to let his legs go and her labia held him in a firm embrace. The inner lips writhed over him as he slowly slid out, trying to suck him back in to her deepness. Their expressions paralleled one another as his pelvis withdrew; he could do nothing but gasp and hold on to her enormous fingers as his eyes rolled back in mild ecstasy. As his knees came back into view, Laura stopped pulling and began to push again.

  He quickly slid back inside of her as his body was slick with her heated lubrication. He couldn't contain his groans as his erection was once again engulfed; she drove him in up to his lower chest, her quivering folds tickling his stomach as they kissed the sensitive skin. The driver, realizing he was slipping back in, opened his eyes and braced himself again. His attempts were just as fruitless as before as everything was too slippery to hold on to.

  Laura squeezed and he was taken in up to his shoulders; her muscles pulled lovingly on his legs as they dragged him further inside. Both of his arms were still free and he he could feel pain creep into his joints as he did his best to keep them perpendicular with the rest of his body. The building pressure pressing his chest each time she inhaled.

  Laura continued to try to push him in deeper but he wouldn't budge, Finally, she wrapped her fingers around him again and began to draw his body back out. He relaxed and let his body go limp, exhausted from the intense stimulation.

  She pulled the driver out up to his waist and shifted her grip around his body. It wasn't until Laura began to push him back inside of her that he realized that she had pinned his arms against his body with her enormous fingers. He struggled once more to free himself but he no longer had the energy or the drive.

  He felt his hands slip into her and watched as more of him disappeared into her tightening cavern. When he had been taken in up to his elbows, she uncurled her fingers and began to press against his shoulders again. With one last surge of strength, he pulled out his left arm. It came out with a mild pop, but he could do nothing with it but wave weakly. In seconds he was pushed in up to his neck. He could still hear her soft moaning, rising over the roaring waterfall, from what seemed like an eternity above him. She gasped once more, her muscles contracted, and his head disappeared.

  His free hand wiggled once, then it too was gone; Laura had consumed him.

  She put both of her hands on her knees and sat under the waterfall as she concentrated on the struggling man within her.

  The driver floated, cocooned in her warm substance. The drumming of her heartbeat pulsed around him and it mixed with the falling water to produce a symphony of sound that filled his mind. Laura continued to squeeze him; the whole of his body cried out in stimulation as firm and loving pressure rolled over him. He shifted his position to become more comfortable and he felt her respond with a shudder to the sensation. The heat began to rise and he heard a heavy moan that passed through her being as she pressed against him one last time. And then there was peace.

  He drifted for what felt like an eternity as she continued to caress every inch of his body with the steady beat of her heart. He felt himself slowly begin to slip into unconsciousness as the remnants of his last breath expended itself.

  Laura trembled as the last remnants of electric pleasure coursed through her. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath as the waterfall continued to wash over her skin. She looked down and smiled, reaching back down between her legs with slender fingers. A light groan escaped her lips as she entered herself again; she played with her still aching flesh as she searched for her prisoner.

  The sweet bliss of the dream world was beginning to creep into thedriver's consciousness as he felt a ghost curl around his chest. It tried to pull him away from the Nirvana that he was floating through, trying to take him away from the warmth and comfort. There was a sudden rush and he gasped.

  An unholy chill attacked his body and filled his lungs. He was cold and he shivered as he held onto Laura's long finger; his long brown hair was plastered against his head and shoulders. The cool water of the falls quickly rinsed him off as she slowly stood up to her full height. She held him gently as she looked at him. He weakly opened his eyes and looked up at his giantess captor. The river flowed over her shoulders as it cascaded over the cliff. She smiled.

  "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

  He wanted to nod, half out of the sake of sarcasm and half out of truth, but he thought the better of it and just hung there.

  "I certainly got a lot out of this."

  The driver glanced around, in hopes of finding anything that might be able to help him. All he saw was Greg still passed out on his ledge. He looked back up and swallowed before speaking.

  "What happens now?"

  Her smile grew another notch, her gleaming white teeth making him extremely nervous.

  "Funny you should ask that. You see, I really don't have any further use for you."

  And with that, she drew her arm back behind her head and threw him. His naked body glided into the night sky where she quickly lost sight of him in the inky darkness.

  Laura gathered her things. Her clothing no longer fit her as it was, but after fiddling with the rope she managed to cover herself up slightly. She would have make herself a new outfit when she got back to Paradise. She grabbed a hold of Greg's chair and began walking back to town. On the way she stepped on a small, silver jeep that was parked by the side of the road.

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  Paradise was quiet. The abandoned streets were littered with the corpses of mangled cars and ruined bicycles. In a few of the scattered buildings, dim lamps burned with their light as the more timorous of the townsfolk hoarded their meager possessions in easy to guard piles.

  What was left of the gas station was still smoldering, the heavy perfume of diesel clinging to the air. A cat sat atop a broken motorcycle, cleaning it's fur with soft paws.

  Off in the distance, a large house rested on a small hill. A number of lights were on as silhouettes passed by shaded windows. A large roadblock had been built on the street that ran along one of it's sides; the cherry-red truck of Bonidle Jones helping to make the base of it. A jumble of telephone wires sat lifelessly nearby, still dangling from the broken pole they were attached to.

  The front door opened and people began to spill out. A number of the men turned to give other men handshakes and nod smug nods. They separated, each going their separate ways to their homes to find the tools they needed to prepare.

  The plan had been made and the trap was to be set. The time was drawing nigh.

  Wilbur chuckled to himself and patted Earl on the back.

  "Don't you worry you crazy ol' coot. We'll be back to playin' checkers again lickety-split."

  Earl giggled with bourbon-flavored breath as he skipped alongside him.

  Ethel was following behind; her gnarled face was bent on revenge. Though not for the loss of her husband, but for the loss of her diner.

  The Varney brothers discussed about the amount of rope they had stashed away in their storm cellar.

  Mr. Gradisher and Mr. Bailey were comparing notes on the damage done to both of their shops. Mr. Bailey pointed at Mr. Gradisher and laughed.

  And down by the water tower, sitting against one of the sturdy legs that he had helped to build, sat Burt. A small lantern burned next to him as he looked up from his book to watch some of the townsfolk filtering through the streets. He shook his head and his wrinkled face creased with a light frown.

  "Burt?" He blinked and looked far up above him and smiled.

  "I'm sorry about that little Lucy. Where was I?" Lucy laid back down on her stomach and scratched at the weathered paneling on top of the water tower. She kicked her little feet above her back as she looked down at the town's theater owner.

  "The kids just met Mr. Moundshroud, Burt."

  "Ah yes," Burt followed his finger down to his place in his book, "Moundshroud is my name. Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud." His face adopted a seemingly menacing, yet still welcoming expression as he continued to read. "Does that have a nice ring, boys? Does it sound for you?"

  Lucy rolled over onto her back as she listened. Her thoughts drifting to the imagery of his prose, away from what had transpired that day.

  The people continued to scurry like ants back to their nests. The streets quickly emptied again and lamps turned off as quickly as they had turned on. Paradise was quiet once more.

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