An Shocking Change of Pace
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
drakeforatue
Phil screamed and struggled as he was brought closer to Ms. Carter's gaping, open mouth. The slow pace Ms. Carter performed it at made it especially torturous for Phil. It gave him false hope that she will reconsider at the last minute, and claim - in her own sick way - that it was just a joke.
But the heartless harpy wasn't joking; she was as serious as a heart attack. Utterly determined to eat him; reassuring herself that she had every right to. In her mind, she was a goddess compared to him; she could do whatever she wanted with her little slave. She knew he probably wouldn't survive her insides. But she figured that no one would care if he was gone; she'd be taking a burden off of his mother for caring for such a pathetic creature. And if he was missed, she could just deny having ever seen him. She only wished that every man on earth was the pathetic stature Phil was.
(Apparently - being of a completely lesbian family, Carter is a complete Man-Hater. Also I'd like to take this moment to say that Carter is now once again African American - not that there was anything wrong with her being white.)
By now, Phil's legs had passed her lips; she decided to close her lips around them, to let him know she meant business. Phil's realization that this was all real filled her with incomparable bliss. She now had Phil's lower half securely in her mouth. It was at that point that she decided to remove her hand from her victim and slowly suck him into her mouth.
She tried to suck him in slowly - but his exquisite taste was making her loose control. It wasn't long until Phil was up to his neck - her lips pursed around his chin. By now his begging had a mixture of full on sobbing added in. It was truly heartbreaking - but for Carter's case; how can you break what I do not possess? It was cruel to see Phil like this.
Ms. Carter figured that once he was inside, she'd torture him more by playing around with him in her mouth - she knew he really didn't like it. She felt so empowered by this act she was about to accomplish and she didn't ever want it to end. But it had to come to an end or she'd never feel satisfied. She knew she had to end Phil's -
WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly, Ms. Carter felt a sharp blow to her midsection - something had struck it. And it struck her with such force that it completely knocked the wind out of her, causing her to bend forward, and grip her stomach where it'd been hit. This pain was so incredible - it felt like her insides screamed out in terror. Her first instinct was to cough. She'd completely forgotten that Phil was in her mouth the pain was that great. She needed air now! She opened her mouth wide and released her lost air in raspy cough.
Phil didn't know what caused her to suddenly jerk forward like that - and he did not like it. It was very uncomfortable. It was almost like being on a Roller Coaster that came to a sudden stop. But he knew it wasn't over, as he felt a large amount of breath in her mouth. He saw her cheeks swell up. And before he knew it, a massive gust of wind had forced him from her mouth and sent him flying across the room; she'd spit him out!
But that wasn't good either - cause now he was flying forward with nothing to catch him. And the force at which he was traveling, he was soon going to be a memory on the wall. But suddenly he felt something grab him and wrap large fingers around him. Ordinarily this would've probably snapped his neck, but somehow he felt cushioned and secure. But if Phil thought the Roller Coaster ended there, he was wrong. He suddenly felt whatever hand he landed in, whoosh around, like it was swinging in a loop.
Before long, he leveled out and thought he was gonna be sick. But he still felt unsafe; logic told him that he was either in Ms. Carter's hand, or one of her crazy relative's. And seeing how cruel she was, the only reason any of her relatives would want to save him, was so that they could either torture him or eat him themselves. It would probably be like two lionesses killing each other for a scrap of meat - and Phil was the scrap.
However, Phil got a strange surprise. He saw that Ms. Carter was standing there bewildered. He then decided to look around him and saw that the hand around him was clad in a fingerless, leather, Motorcycle-Glove. The palm was padded with cushions; the material that cushioned and secured him. He then looked to the right and saw that he was in someone's left hand. He looked further up and saw that he was being held by a teenage boy - 17 years old by the look of him. He was wearing a black blazer and a matching fedora. Phil saw that in his right hand, held forward in defense was a cane. He saw Ms. Carter, clutching her stomach in pain. He figured that the boy must have hit her with it.
"Who the Hell are you?!" she suddenly asked with a raspy breath. "And how did you get in this house?!"
"I'm Santa Claus," he said with a snide tone. "and I came down the Chimney; Ho, Ho, Ho."
Suddenly Phil felt himself lifted closer and saw the boy's head turn slightly toward him. He whispered, "I'm talking about her, by the way."
He began chuckling to himself. Ms. Carter looked like she was about to yell something at him...or grow long fangs and bite his head off - when suddenly there was a barrage of hard slams on the door.
"Oh, and by the way - I brought a few Elves with me," the boy said.
Suddenly the door was flung open and a Swat Team stormed in, with M-16 guns aimed at Ms. Carter.
"FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" one of them said. Ms. Carter - obviously - didn't get the message.
"Oh thank God you're here," she said pointing at the boy. "This boy broke into my Mother's house and assaulted me with that cane!"
"I SAID PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LADY!!!" She stood there, completely unable to comprehend what was happening. But they had guns on her, so she slowly raised her hands over her head. Suddenly, a man with a large mustache and wearing a heavy trench coat entered the room. He crossed over to the boy.
"Looks like you were right," the man said. "Six other women in the house - just like you said; we've secured them all."
"Excellent - and I got this one," the boy answered.
"Good work, Hark," he said. "Where is he?"
"He's right here Chief," the boy said gently raising the hand you were in up to eye level.
"Good," the Chief said. He then took a radio off his belt and pressed the button. "Area's secure; bring her in."
Phil was completely astounded by what had just happened. He kept thinking that he was somehow daydreaming all of this, and that he was still in Ms. Carter's mouth, or worse, on his way to her stomach by now. It didn't seem possible that something like this would suddenly happen and save him. But he remained silent as he wondered who they had called for to enter the room.
He looked over by the door and saw -
But the heartless harpy wasn't joking; she was as serious as a heart attack. Utterly determined to eat him; reassuring herself that she had every right to. In her mind, she was a goddess compared to him; she could do whatever she wanted with her little slave. She knew he probably wouldn't survive her insides. But she figured that no one would care if he was gone; she'd be taking a burden off of his mother for caring for such a pathetic creature. And if he was missed, she could just deny having ever seen him. She only wished that every man on earth was the pathetic stature Phil was.
(Apparently - being of a completely lesbian family, Carter is a complete Man-Hater. Also I'd like to take this moment to say that Carter is now once again African American - not that there was anything wrong with her being white.)
By now, Phil's legs had passed her lips; she decided to close her lips around them, to let him know she meant business. Phil's realization that this was all real filled her with incomparable bliss. She now had Phil's lower half securely in her mouth. It was at that point that she decided to remove her hand from her victim and slowly suck him into her mouth.
She tried to suck him in slowly - but his exquisite taste was making her loose control. It wasn't long until Phil was up to his neck - her lips pursed around his chin. By now his begging had a mixture of full on sobbing added in. It was truly heartbreaking - but for Carter's case; how can you break what I do not possess? It was cruel to see Phil like this.
Ms. Carter figured that once he was inside, she'd torture him more by playing around with him in her mouth - she knew he really didn't like it. She felt so empowered by this act she was about to accomplish and she didn't ever want it to end. But it had to come to an end or she'd never feel satisfied. She knew she had to end Phil's -
WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly, Ms. Carter felt a sharp blow to her midsection - something had struck it. And it struck her with such force that it completely knocked the wind out of her, causing her to bend forward, and grip her stomach where it'd been hit. This pain was so incredible - it felt like her insides screamed out in terror. Her first instinct was to cough. She'd completely forgotten that Phil was in her mouth the pain was that great. She needed air now! She opened her mouth wide and released her lost air in raspy cough.
Phil didn't know what caused her to suddenly jerk forward like that - and he did not like it. It was very uncomfortable. It was almost like being on a Roller Coaster that came to a sudden stop. But he knew it wasn't over, as he felt a large amount of breath in her mouth. He saw her cheeks swell up. And before he knew it, a massive gust of wind had forced him from her mouth and sent him flying across the room; she'd spit him out!
But that wasn't good either - cause now he was flying forward with nothing to catch him. And the force at which he was traveling, he was soon going to be a memory on the wall. But suddenly he felt something grab him and wrap large fingers around him. Ordinarily this would've probably snapped his neck, but somehow he felt cushioned and secure. But if Phil thought the Roller Coaster ended there, he was wrong. He suddenly felt whatever hand he landed in, whoosh around, like it was swinging in a loop.
Before long, he leveled out and thought he was gonna be sick. But he still felt unsafe; logic told him that he was either in Ms. Carter's hand, or one of her crazy relative's. And seeing how cruel she was, the only reason any of her relatives would want to save him, was so that they could either torture him or eat him themselves. It would probably be like two lionesses killing each other for a scrap of meat - and Phil was the scrap.
However, Phil got a strange surprise. He saw that Ms. Carter was standing there bewildered. He then decided to look around him and saw that the hand around him was clad in a fingerless, leather, Motorcycle-Glove. The palm was padded with cushions; the material that cushioned and secured him. He then looked to the right and saw that he was in someone's left hand. He looked further up and saw that he was being held by a teenage boy - 17 years old by the look of him. He was wearing a black blazer and a matching fedora. Phil saw that in his right hand, held forward in defense was a cane. He saw Ms. Carter, clutching her stomach in pain. He figured that the boy must have hit her with it.
"Who the Hell are you?!" she suddenly asked with a raspy breath. "And how did you get in this house?!"
"I'm Santa Claus," he said with a snide tone. "and I came down the Chimney; Ho, Ho, Ho."
Suddenly Phil felt himself lifted closer and saw the boy's head turn slightly toward him. He whispered, "I'm talking about her, by the way."
He began chuckling to himself. Ms. Carter looked like she was about to yell something at him...or grow long fangs and bite his head off - when suddenly there was a barrage of hard slams on the door.
"Oh, and by the way - I brought a few Elves with me," the boy said.
Suddenly the door was flung open and a Swat Team stormed in, with M-16 guns aimed at Ms. Carter.
"FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" one of them said. Ms. Carter - obviously - didn't get the message.
"Oh thank God you're here," she said pointing at the boy. "This boy broke into my Mother's house and assaulted me with that cane!"
"I SAID PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LADY!!!" She stood there, completely unable to comprehend what was happening. But they had guns on her, so she slowly raised her hands over her head. Suddenly, a man with a large mustache and wearing a heavy trench coat entered the room. He crossed over to the boy.
"Looks like you were right," the man said. "Six other women in the house - just like you said; we've secured them all."
"Excellent - and I got this one," the boy answered.
"Good work, Hark," he said. "Where is he?"
"He's right here Chief," the boy said gently raising the hand you were in up to eye level.
"Good," the Chief said. He then took a radio off his belt and pressed the button. "Area's secure; bring her in."
Phil was completely astounded by what had just happened. He kept thinking that he was somehow daydreaming all of this, and that he was still in Ms. Carter's mouth, or worse, on his way to her stomach by now. It didn't seem possible that something like this would suddenly happen and save him. But he remained silent as he wondered who they had called for to enter the room.
He looked over by the door and saw -
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