Entered her Mom's room to hide you in somet...
Cheating Death
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
ninozero
"Well, you little shit..." said Ashlei, her eyes narrowing on you as she clenched you tightly in her fist "You seem to find my Mom very attractive even though you have you own personal goddess to play with. But that's not enough for you, is it Luke?" Her grip tightens slightly more and you feel the air crushed from your lungs. You struggle to reply but are unable to do anything more than wheeze. "What's that Luke?" said Ashlei, a playful, though oddly creepy tone returning to her voice. "You want to be with my Mom instead of me? Well! I have just the solution for you, you little fucker."
Ashlei begins to navigate through the house. You feel the reverberations of each foot impacting the ground and your mind makes you think for a moment that you are being carried across the countryside by some fantastically colossal giantess.
You wonder why Ashlei became so upset with you and then it starts to come back to you in a haze. You remember a scene where you are sitting on the back steps to the football stadium behind the school. Ashlei is crying her eyes out on your shoulder and you are struggling to comfort her, stroking her silky black hair and struggling not to become aroused by the feeling of her sexy body so close to yours. Why was she crying? Oh yes, now you remember... she had caught her 17 year old boyfriend, Brandon, having sex with her Mom! You couldn't believe that someone could date someone as sweet (well, back then you thought that) and as beautiful as Ashlei and then screw it up in that way, no matter how hot her Mom was.
But you didn't do that! All you did was pop a boner, and it's not like you can control that, you're a guy! It's not like you consciously decided to sleep with her like Ashlei's ex-boyfriend!
You're glad you remembered this scene... it gives you some context. Ashlei doesn't seem to be mad at you at all, she's mad at Brandon, and she's treating you like you're him! A shudder of terror goes through your spine as you remember how much Ashlei hated Brandon and just what she would do with a tiny 1" tall version of him!
You notice that you've stopped and you look around. You're in an enormous, space, larger than 100 football stadiums, which is tastefully decorated in traditional Chinese style. There is some incense burning on an antique ornamental dresser, and a queen sized bed before you which is laid out in expensive bedding. This must be Ashlei's Mom's room. You notice with distaste that her mother has left her clothing and undergarments strewn across the bed, evidently left there when she changed into her swimming attire. You always thought adults were very tidy about putting their clothes away since they always yell at their kids about it, but maybe not.
You notice Ashlei has eased her grip up on you a little bit, you're able to speak. "Ashlei! Stop this! I'm sorry I was turned on at your Mom but I couldn't help it, it was involuntary! You are much, much more beautiful than her and there is nobody in the world I would rather be with than you! I would never agree to do anything with your mom, I'm not Brandon!" Ashlei's face surveyed you closely during you speech, appearing to brighten somewhat, until the last sentence, when her face suddenly drew into a caricature of scorn. "Yes... you... are." Ashlei said, and a shiver of terror shook you to the core. You had heard of transference before, as a psychological concept, but never seen it carried this far! She literally thought you were her ex-boyfriend now, damn you for mentioning his name and the power of suggestion!
"Now, since you like to get into my Mom's underwear so much, little Brandon." She pronounced the name loudly and deliberately. "I'm going to let you go there." "But, but she'll find me!" you cry. Ashlei continued on as if she hadn't heard you. "Not like this though, little Brandon. She might find you." She seemed to have addressed your concern inadvertently, but now you felt rising dread at the 'solution' she might present.
"I don't want her finding you and 'rescuing' you Brandon." Ashlei said, extending her hand you were in so that you were resting in her palm. "So let's make sure that doesn't happen?"
With that, Ashlei made a pinching motion with her other two fingers and grasped your head between them. *RrRRrrrrip!* you felt an intense pain and the extremely disturbing feeling of your spinal column separating at the neck and your tissues tearing apart.
The next thing you knew, you were sitting on a big pink plain, with cracks running along it. There was a cliff face about 50' in the distance and beyond that, a humongous face! Ashlei's face! You feel her hot breath washing across you and you look at her demonic blue eyes surveying you closely. You're the size of one of her Irises in height! "Still too big, little Brandon." she says. You sense a shadow passing over you and you look up to see a Redwood sized finger crashing down on you.
Blackness. Again. You awake to find yourself lying on your back, facing upwards to see the same tremendous finger, now greatly magnified in size, crashing down on you again. You scream in terror, and just before the finger hits you, you can see the ridges of Ashlei's finger in stunning detail. Blackness. Finger. Blackness. Finger.
When it finally stops, you look around you. You are in the middle of the desert. Ridged, sandy dunes undulate across the landscape. At the horizon you see great, blurry shapes shifting about. Turning around, you can see a massive cliff face which is oddly rounded at the top. Then it hits you, you're looking at the underside of Ashlei's fingernail, and you're sitting on her fingertip! The ridges are her fingerprints! You can barely comprehend how tiny you've become. Turning around again you see a great blue disk with a black center taking up the horizon. A big light brown shade momentarily obscures it then disappears again. An eyelid! You feel the ground shake. "Are you ready, little Brandon, for your new life with my Mom? I'll never know what she saw in you but she won't be seeing you at all now!" You notice with disgust the chipper edge on Ashlei's rolling thunder of a voice, she sounds better than she has in a long time, no doubt a psychological effect of having 'vanquished' her former tormentor.
"Now, now" she thunders, "Where shall we put you, tiny speck?" You feel a rush of vertigo, and look out to see what look like a video of a bedspread and some undergarments which is projected onto a screen the size of the night sky.
Ashlei begins to navigate through the house. You feel the reverberations of each foot impacting the ground and your mind makes you think for a moment that you are being carried across the countryside by some fantastically colossal giantess.
You wonder why Ashlei became so upset with you and then it starts to come back to you in a haze. You remember a scene where you are sitting on the back steps to the football stadium behind the school. Ashlei is crying her eyes out on your shoulder and you are struggling to comfort her, stroking her silky black hair and struggling not to become aroused by the feeling of her sexy body so close to yours. Why was she crying? Oh yes, now you remember... she had caught her 17 year old boyfriend, Brandon, having sex with her Mom! You couldn't believe that someone could date someone as sweet (well, back then you thought that) and as beautiful as Ashlei and then screw it up in that way, no matter how hot her Mom was.
But you didn't do that! All you did was pop a boner, and it's not like you can control that, you're a guy! It's not like you consciously decided to sleep with her like Ashlei's ex-boyfriend!
You're glad you remembered this scene... it gives you some context. Ashlei doesn't seem to be mad at you at all, she's mad at Brandon, and she's treating you like you're him! A shudder of terror goes through your spine as you remember how much Ashlei hated Brandon and just what she would do with a tiny 1" tall version of him!
You notice that you've stopped and you look around. You're in an enormous, space, larger than 100 football stadiums, which is tastefully decorated in traditional Chinese style. There is some incense burning on an antique ornamental dresser, and a queen sized bed before you which is laid out in expensive bedding. This must be Ashlei's Mom's room. You notice with distaste that her mother has left her clothing and undergarments strewn across the bed, evidently left there when she changed into her swimming attire. You always thought adults were very tidy about putting their clothes away since they always yell at their kids about it, but maybe not.
You notice Ashlei has eased her grip up on you a little bit, you're able to speak. "Ashlei! Stop this! I'm sorry I was turned on at your Mom but I couldn't help it, it was involuntary! You are much, much more beautiful than her and there is nobody in the world I would rather be with than you! I would never agree to do anything with your mom, I'm not Brandon!" Ashlei's face surveyed you closely during you speech, appearing to brighten somewhat, until the last sentence, when her face suddenly drew into a caricature of scorn. "Yes... you... are." Ashlei said, and a shiver of terror shook you to the core. You had heard of transference before, as a psychological concept, but never seen it carried this far! She literally thought you were her ex-boyfriend now, damn you for mentioning his name and the power of suggestion!
"Now, since you like to get into my Mom's underwear so much, little Brandon." She pronounced the name loudly and deliberately. "I'm going to let you go there." "But, but she'll find me!" you cry. Ashlei continued on as if she hadn't heard you. "Not like this though, little Brandon. She might find you." She seemed to have addressed your concern inadvertently, but now you felt rising dread at the 'solution' she might present.
"I don't want her finding you and 'rescuing' you Brandon." Ashlei said, extending her hand you were in so that you were resting in her palm. "So let's make sure that doesn't happen?"
With that, Ashlei made a pinching motion with her other two fingers and grasped your head between them. *RrRRrrrrip!* you felt an intense pain and the extremely disturbing feeling of your spinal column separating at the neck and your tissues tearing apart.
The next thing you knew, you were sitting on a big pink plain, with cracks running along it. There was a cliff face about 50' in the distance and beyond that, a humongous face! Ashlei's face! You feel her hot breath washing across you and you look at her demonic blue eyes surveying you closely. You're the size of one of her Irises in height! "Still too big, little Brandon." she says. You sense a shadow passing over you and you look up to see a Redwood sized finger crashing down on you.
Blackness. Again. You awake to find yourself lying on your back, facing upwards to see the same tremendous finger, now greatly magnified in size, crashing down on you again. You scream in terror, and just before the finger hits you, you can see the ridges of Ashlei's finger in stunning detail. Blackness. Finger. Blackness. Finger.
When it finally stops, you look around you. You are in the middle of the desert. Ridged, sandy dunes undulate across the landscape. At the horizon you see great, blurry shapes shifting about. Turning around, you can see a massive cliff face which is oddly rounded at the top. Then it hits you, you're looking at the underside of Ashlei's fingernail, and you're sitting on her fingertip! The ridges are her fingerprints! You can barely comprehend how tiny you've become. Turning around again you see a great blue disk with a black center taking up the horizon. A big light brown shade momentarily obscures it then disappears again. An eyelid! You feel the ground shake. "Are you ready, little Brandon, for your new life with my Mom? I'll never know what she saw in you but she won't be seeing you at all now!" You notice with disgust the chipper edge on Ashlei's rolling thunder of a voice, she sounds better than she has in a long time, no doubt a psychological effect of having 'vanquished' her former tormentor.
"Now, now" she thunders, "Where shall we put you, tiny speck?" You feel a rush of vertigo, and look out to see what look like a video of a bedspread and some undergarments which is projected onto a screen the size of the night sky.
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