The Doll By Banfield(Or A Man Called Eduardo)Leda, aged 29, was never at her best first thing in the morning. Her modellingcareer was now drawing to its close - always the heaviest bane of suchprofessional's life when those few little kilos begin to shew. The breasts alittle too large, the hips and bottom beginning to expand.

Let it not be said that she was going to seed. On the contrary, she was far moredesirable than ever, but not, sadly, for the ever fickle cat-walk parades.

Standing at 5ft 10in in bare feet she was, in essence, voluptuous. True to thatdescription she also had that so characteristic brittle temperament, a traitoften associated with operatic divas and ballet dancers together with top filmactresses.

Being aroused at this unearthly hour of 10.30 a.m. was never a wise thing to do- as her associates were fully cognisant.

She answered the persistent knocking at her charming country cottage door. Thecottage with its thatched roof, a profusion of roses surrounding and above theporch. Still in her flimsy night attire, a gossamer-like peignoir thrown aroundher curvaceous figure, her hair awry, she still looked a breathtaking picture asshe was confronted by a wizened, swarthy gipsy woman.

At first, Leda felt aggressive, but somehow the gentle Irisg brogue spoken bythe caller seemed to calm her jangled nerves. It may also have been the flatterybestowed upon her - flattery that was well-accorded. Leda loved being told shewas beautiful, especially by impartial people, not by those who generally spoutsuch remarks so casually, loosely and usually with ulterior motives. She could,with her years of the fashion business, always tell the unctuous meaningdripping from those false tongues.

Even so, Leda was on her guard. She certainly did not want to buy heather orlavender - for "luck"; there was an abundance of such herbs in her splendidgarden and on the surrounding downs; but there was something that caught her eyenestling in the old woman's huge basket.

It was a doll, a male doll made of soft material and looking decidedlyappealing. She wanted it immediately.

'Look, I'm just going to make some tea and a little toast. Would you like acup?'The gipsy would, smiling and revealing brown rotten teeth. Leda shiveredslightly and promised to herself to throw the cup away later.

During the refreshing repast for which the gipsy was more than grateful, theynegotiated the purchase of the doll. Of course, the old hag was canny. She knewat once that this customer wanted the doll. Two cups of tea later and the dealwas struck. It was rather a lot for the likes of the gipsy when, normally, doorswere shut in her face or, if lucky, stepped away from the door with only penniesfor her trouble.

At the door, the gipsy looked up at Leda with twinkling green eyes. She grinnedbroadly making Leda shudder at the second sight of her decaying teeth: 'Ye're afoin lady, Ye've got the beauty and ye'll have good luck wid the longas ye want.' She held it in her bony gnarled fingers and mumbled somethingincoherent before handing it to Leda. The crone walked slowly down the gardenpath. Leda wondered how such creatures lived, and also whether the woman everwashed herself. The gipsy turned and Leda just had time to switch on a quick buttight smile - seen, for some reason, as an "English smile." The woman gave her alast lingering look and said once more: 'Ye'll have luck wid the doll.'Leda closed the door. She placed the doll on a cushioned armchair and went tothe bathroom. She took a leisurely shower in a small cubicle and energedfeelingquite refreshed. She stood naked before a full-length mirror and, asalways, vainly admired herself. Her limbs were in excellent shape, each segmentfirm, her breasts stood out proudly - one might say, arrogantly, but ratherdisconcertingly she noticed her belly had become distinctly ventricose - notflat like it was. Her bottom, too, was far more prominent yet remarkably firmlike her breasts. She was critical of the increase but not over-concerned -accept that her designer clothes were becoming much tighter, especially herskirts, jeans, tops and bras. However, offers for top men's magazines andcertain video promoters were forthcoming from all corners of the world. Inparticular, the U.S.A.

There was one thing different about Leda. She had realised a while back, whilemixing with other models, that she was attracted to other females. Fortunately,homosexuality was being widely accepted nowadays so this was of littleconsequence. She had another model staying with her to share the cosy, out ofthe way love nest but at this moment was away on a promoting session for somefashion house in Paris. A stunning brunette of about 22. Leda, therefore, waslonely. She did not enjoy sleeping alone now. Missed the instantaneous lovesessions, the passion and arousal elicited by a knowing glance across thetable...

The weather was quite warm, in fact, almost midday, the air was quite hot andthe atmosphere was rather humid. She decided to wear a skimpy pair of panties,the seat of which allowed her buttocks to bulge out, a fine cotton T-shirt thatleft her midriff bare thus revealing her navel. She had no plans to go anywhere.

She made herself a long cool fruit drink, and as she prepared it she thoughtlongingly of Denise, her absent lover, and the sensuous, torrid nights beforeand of those to come. Her eyes turned to slits as she wondered whether hergirlfriend might wander into some other lesbian's arms. 'Don't be too long away,darling,' she wistfully sighed aloud. She stepped into the sitting-room carryingher drink and again longingly at a glossy, front-page picture of her sultrylover, a recent fashion publication.

Unthinking, she sat heavily into an armchair. She gave a start. The doll waslying on the cushion beneath her bottom. She made a sound of annoyance and wasabout to raise herself when she paused. Her senses told her that the soft dollwas really quite comfortable to sit on - all soft and squashy. Nearly droppingthe glass from her hand she almost leapt out of the chair in shocked surprise.

The doll had moved! She was sure it had. Yes, there it was again! A jerky,twitching if it were trying to get out from beneath her!Placing the long glass on a nearby ocassional table, she decided it felt rathernice...very nice indeed.... that squirming sensation.

She carefully relaxed herself feeling the object jerking against the bare fleshof her buttocks and, from time to time, actually between the firm cheeks, upagainst the fine material covering the humid, damp crevice. What on earth couldit be that caused it to move? she wondered. Perhaps it was the spongy-rubberfabric straining to recover its shape from the overwhelming weight of her body?A second thought came to her. She recalled that ancient crone and her mumblingsas she held at the door. Could be, but whatever, she loved the sensa- tion itgave as the doll went on wriggling and squirming like mad. She ground her bottomdown on the doll which happened to be a male, and that somehow gave her someinner pleasure. It was greatly enhanced and she uttered a soft moan of ecstasyas the male-doll exerted its efforts to extricate itself from under hersuppressive behind. Its movements became stronger by the second and she couldfeel herself becoming extremely aroused. She ignored her drink and fell into astate of hedonistic repose. She recalled telling the gipsy-woman that she hadbeen overlooked recently for slender-built models and the furious row she'd hadwith a top designer. She remembered the woman's _expression and the words "He'llfind his self brought down a peg or two."Leda's mind raced with vindictive thoughts. Is it possible that the gipsy hadput a curse on that horrid designer? Was it conceivable that this doll is ametamorphosis of that wretched man? The mental pictures of the fellow filled herwith fiendish delight. Her heart began to throb with evil fantasies.

'So, Eduardo, you don't like being sat on, eh?' She began to grind the dollbeneath her, mangling the soft rubbery figure. She let out a deep groan as the12 inch doll's struggles became more frantic. It really was just like sitting ona small body of a real person - a minute man, and the way it was writhing aboutunder her bottom, coupled with the fantasy that it was the character who haddistressfully sacked her, brought her to a peak arousal in no time.

Her pulse started to race and her breath came in great heaving gasps. Waves ofpleasure coursed through her as, to her amazed surprise, she felt the suddenexplosion of a climax in the depths of her loins. She remained inert for a fewmoments, feeling the heavenly sensations subside. She was then conscious of thedampness in the gusset of her brief knickers and lifted her bottom and took thedoll in her hand. Through half-closed lids she examined it closely and the facein particular attention. Yes, the doll was handsome and, she couldn't quitebelieve it...or was it her imagination...he did resemble Eduardo quite a bit.

Never in her life, even with Denise when they first made love, had sheexperienced such a colossal orgasm like this... or so quickly; and it wasn't asif there had been any of the usual stimulation to it, either. All she had donewas to sit on it - him!She gazed at his face carefully. It was perfectly painted, so meticulously. Hishair looked and felt real although it was all part of the same mould. Shecuriously put the pointed nail of her index-finger to his tiny mouth and gentlyparted the lips. Amazing, they opened just as a normal person's. Her eyeswidened when she perceived a little tongue! She began to expect a row of teeth,but no. That would have been too much...but hey! she suddenly thought. If he'sgot a tongue.... She quickly, almost feverishly, pulled off his tiny trousers.

She stared in wonderment then began giggling. 'I don't believe it!' she gasped,'I just don't believe...' She peered closer. 'By all the saints,' she breathed,'he's got a prick, and...' she looked closer..... 'balls!'The doll had long since ceased struggling now although it was just minutelytwitching. Leda began thinking. It was quite inert when she took it from thegipsy woman. It was still while lying on the chair, but when she sat on it, puther warm bum on him and squashed him, he came alive! So that's it...herbody-heat must galvanise him, puts life into him, animates him...all by her heatand smothering pressure!An hour or so later, Leda padded upstairs to the spare bedroom. In it stood herexercise-bike which she had acquired some weeks ago. She had been determined todo half an hour to an hour's workout each day to try and stave off the unwantedkilos. She had, indeed, kept up to the programme every day. The problem was,that damned saddle. It was so bloody hard. It had quite often left herbum-cheeks throbbing.

She climbed on the machine and winced as she tried to get comfortable. All atonce she remembered the doll. That was probably just the sort of padding itneeded. Anyway, if that designer fellow really was trapped inside the doll'sbody it would be worth the discomfort simply to squash him again - and whatbetter place to crush him?She went downstairs and took the doll back up with her, gripping it tightly. Shelaid it along the saddle with the head at the back part with its little legsdangling from either side of the pommel. She smiled down at the as-yet lifelessfigure. 'How odd,' she murmured, 'you do look so much like Eduardo...but itdoesn't who you're a male. Prepare to be crushed.

She mounted the exercise bike and sat. She felt the soft, spongy figure flattenout beneath her scantily-clad bottom, the head, face-up, fitting beautifullybetween her generous cheeks.

'Aaaagh,' she sighed, 'That's nice.'She began pedalling, setting the pace at an easy rate. She had hardly begun whenshe felt the doll's movements. A thrill sprang from her buttocks. The doll thenbegan writhing. She closed her eyes as she pedalled. There was also a throbbingsensation at her vulva as the doll started jerking under her oppressive weight.

It felt so good, so exquisite.

It was barely 20 minutes since she had climaxed downstairs, but incredibly shefelt the tingling warmth of stimulation commence its sensuous journey around theinterior of her loins.

The doll's twitching movements increased with intensity. The pumping action ofLeda's feet on the pedals caused her plump bottom to shift from side to side,and the doll's head to delve deeper into the humid crevice. Now the doll'swriggling had reached extremely arousing proportions. She gave low-soundinggrunts as she went on with her punishing exercise.

'Good heavens, she thought, just as I was getting bored with this bike. It'ssimply lovely now.

She began to drift off into a fantasy dreamworld - in which she had thatdreadful designer caught helplessly on her saddle. She thrilled at his futilestruggles. He must be in sheer agony trapped there between my bum-cheeks withonly a flimsy layer of silk guarding my arsehole.

Occasionally she heard tiny noises - his cries for mercy, as he was beingcruelly mashed under her oppressive weight.

She pedalled faster and faster, grinding the "designer's" face against her anus,crushing his body to pulp.

Ten long exciting minutes passed by, simply ecstatic for Leda, but terrible forthe living doll. The squirming, frantic struggles beneath her grew to panicextreme. She noticed with added de- light his little legs thrashing about, andhis equally tiny hands pressing and scrabbling at her fleshy haunches. Theclimax then struck. Leda, her face glistening with perspiration, sweat ticklingin her armpits, gave a loud, deep-throated gasp, and she slowed her pedalling toa gradual halt. She fell forward holding onto the handle-bars breathing heavily.

Then she gave a shudder, and ignoring the doll, staggered to an easy-chair closeby. She flopped into it and sprawled out with her long shapely legs spread wideapart, tingling all over with the sudden cessation of effort. Her heartbeatsthumped in her breast, the perspiration began to cool and she felt the wetnessin her crotch. Slowly, gradually, her excitement and sexual exhaustion abatedand her mind returned to normality. Oh, my God! What an experience! Absolutelyfabulous....

unbelievable! A real living doll...actually gave me two orgasms...merely bysitting on it!It was some while before she recovered sufficiently to stand up. She feltchilled although the air was very warm. She went and put on a bathrobe andreturned to the exercise bike. The doll lay motionless on the saddle and Ledagazed at it in fascination. Her first thought was, if it had been a real person,like say, a miniaturised man, he could not possibly have survived. He would havesuffocated or have been crushed to death. A hint of a smirk appeared over herface. What a divine way to die, she thought. What on earth is it about that dollthat arouses me that way? It isn't just the way it wriggles and squirms underme. Denise has used a battery-operated dildo thing once on me. That was super,but it didn't thrill me as much as this creature. Perhaps it was the way itwriggled. It really did feel as if it were striving to save its wretched life.

It was so pitifully desperate, and it was actually making noises. Muffled, ofcourse, but distinct cries!Leda didn't harbour any dint of sympathy for it. She didn't care. She gave aslight shudder at the sadistic thought....that she was crushing a live person,crushing him to death. A grin appeared on her features. What a gorgeous thought;and then there was that remarkable likeness of the man she most hated. It wasall so bewildering...and yet, so awfully exciting.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn't accept that the gipsy-woman had, bymagic, transposed Eduardo into a doll. She had to smile. It was a lovelythought, though. Oh well, what- ever, it's wonderful. Simply marvellous, and toogood to lose. Just wait until Denise gets back and sees it. She'll want to tryit. Leda could imagine them both fighting for it, stretching the poor chap asthey fought for its pleasure. Oh golly, what must he think when he comes alive,faced by two gigantic girls...his nine inches against their five-ten?One thing for certain, she decided, he's going to be used lots of ways besidesbeing sat on.

She suddenly felt the urgent need of relieving herself. Her bladder wasbeginning to strain itself. With a mischievous notion she picked up the doll andcarried it to the lavatory. A wicked idea had come to her mind. Like a youngschoolgirl, she wanted to play with her doll as only curious girls would inprivate.

Within minutes the warmth of her hand radiated into the doll so that, by thetime she entered the w.c. it had come alive. 'Oh, my God,' she exclaimed, 'He'sbreathing...actually breathing!' Leda was already bubbling with excitement as,with her free hand, she pushed down her knickers. She sat with the flimsygarment stretched from knee to knee. She noted that the inner layer of thegusset was stained so she decided to take them right off. Dropping themcarelessly to the floor she upturned the doll and guided its head down betweenher outstretched thighs, its face close to her plump labia. She then releasedher bladder taking particular care to catch his visage. She felt the figuretense and squirm. 'I know you have a tiny mouth,' she muttered, assuming thedoll could also hear, 'so have a nice warm drink.'She emptied herself and then, struck with another diabolical idea, gently rubbedits face against her wet labia. As she was doing that his face caught the hoodof her clitoris which sent a tingling sensation that reawkened her libido. Thisprompted another notion: would his tiny mouth be big enough to contain thatorgan resembling a male penis? A tremor of excitement caught her at the idea.

After all, he hasn't any teeth, so it would be safe.

She finished urinating and rubbing his face down there and lifted him up. To herfiendish delight she saw him trying to wipe the wetness from his grimacing facewith his tiny hands. She grinned maliciously as another devious plan entered hermind; but that will have to wait. She picked up her discarded knickers, flushedthe bowl and carried the doll into her bedroom. Placing him on her bed she thenproceeded to wrap the doll's head in her underwear, making sure the soiledgusset covered his face. Leaving it to suffer her intimate aromas she selected afresh pair of knickers and a pair of light cotton shorts - the kind known as"hot-pants" and set about preparing lunch.

For the next few hours she remained in a bemused state, a semi-trance of thatfantastic revelation as she went about her chores, but she soon realised she wasworking on a kind of automatic state; her mind persistently reverting back tothat phenominon and the exquisite pleasure it afforded her. Must be awfullycareful when I introduce it to Denise, she thought, it could frighten her todeath. She's still young and skittish. Could make her run away or something. Shemight even tell some one and let the cat out of the bag.

By mid afternoon she started again to feel aroused and sensual. She couldn't ridherself of the hammering fantasies of having the image of that damned Eduardounder her power - especially under her bum. Just as she was about to rushupstairs to her bedroom in order to assuage her revived sexual desire, thetelephone rang. Cursing under her breath, she answered its infernal ringing.

'Darling! How are you? Are you coming back home soon? You ARE! Oh, splendid!I've missed you awfully...What? No, my darling, I'm not high...I don't touch thestuff. Listen, I've got the most marvellous thing. You will not believe it. No,I'm not telling. Oh, do hurry home, darling. I just can't wait to shew you.....

No, my sweet, I'm not going to tell you, it'll spoil the surprise. It'll be herewhen you arrive. no, don't keep asking. Yes, I know you're terribly excited, butyou must wait, my pet....

What, not till ten? Oh, all right. Do hurry though. 'Bye, my darling. you!'Leda put the 'phone down, slightly miffed by her lover's late home-coming butelated that it was that day. Oh dear, I do hope she won't be frightened, sheprayed.

She again tried to get on with the house chores. More necessary now that Denisewill be back later that day. Every so often she felt she wanted to break off andplay with that animated doll. Her mind dwelled on that occasion when Eduardogave her the sack. He was so arrogant, brush- ing off her protests with thatannoying toss of the head and pretending he was awfully busy. The sense of thetables being turned was all-consuming for her.

It was almost tea-time. She had prepared a salad, but before she started shewent to fetch the doll. There it was, lying still on her bed with her knickerswrapped around it's face. She grinned as she removed her intimate garment: Youmight look as if you're just a doll, she thought, but I bet you're just as humanas I am. I bet you've been breathing in my knicks, you arrogant little sod. Shesmiled all the while as she carried it down to the dining-room, its movementsjust about beginning by the warmthof her hand and pressing it against herstomach.

Leda placed the doll on the seat of the wooden dining-chair. It had a thinnishcushion, enough to pad the hard seat. Leda felt the yearning in her loins. Ohgolly, she realised, this is becoming an obsession. I can't seem to go withoutthat thrill. For a brief moment she tried to stem the need, but failed. Withoutfurther ado she sat slowly on the doll lying supine on the chair, but this timeits face settled up against the bulge of her covered quim, his legs spread outbehind her crushing bottom. She thrilled as she felt it crush into her. A tingeof regret came to her that she was wearing shorts as well as a fresh pair ofknickers. However, as she began eating she sensed that familiar squirming.

Although it was less pronounced through the double thickness of her lowergarments it was nonetheless very pleasant. She glanced down to see the top ofhis head protrud- ing just beneath her crotch. She grinned and continued herlight tea-time repast, getting lost in her world of singular fantasy, relishingin the thought of poor, wretched Eduardo smothering against her pudenda. Thosetingles began erupting as the body squashed out flat. She could feel its kneesthumping against her buttocks, his feet striking the back of the chair as hevainly tried to escape from her suffocating pressure.

Playfully, she raised herself a little and settled herself down again heavily.

Then she squirmed her bottom about determined to mangle him under her crotch.

Hedonistic ripples ran up her spine. The sensation was electrifying, quitedelicious as he tried so frantically to extricate himself. She enjoyed theslightly milder pleasure as she finished her tea, draining her second cup. Shewondered how he, the doll, could continue exciting her. She arose and lookeddown at it. 'I know,' she murmured. She picked him up and could feel a heartbeating furiously in his tiny chest. She pulled open the waist-band of hershorts and knickers. Up-ending the doll she guided its head into the awaitinggap. Down he went until his face came level with her hairy orifice. She releasedboth tops of her garments trapping him by his upper thighs. That way, shedecided, she would enjoy his presence - stuffed in the humid confines of herknickers while she cleared the table and washed the tea things. Anyway, shedecided, she quite fancied the idea of using that bloke, Eduardo as aknicker-liner. It was about as much as he was worth... the way he had treatedher extra weight, disregarding the voluptuousness. 'Too much!' he ranted, 'Losea few pounds and we might be able to use you. Okay, darling, you're a beautifulwoman, lovely face, but too big, darling. I run a fashion house, not a bloodyx-rated fim studio!''Dreadful man!' Leda had seethed at the time.' Almost immediately the doll beganto wriggle. She reached down and pushed his face tighter against her vaginalopening. It felt so sexy.

Leda decided to take a stroll in her spaceous back garden, humming a tune as shewent. It was early evening, around 7 a.m. still pleasantly warm. Birds weretwittering preparing for the evening chorus. Butterflies and other airbornemidges were darting hither and thither. All was idyllic. No other structureoverlooked her rustic property for which she was eternally grateful. It gave herthe opportunity to lie on her lawn in the nude and soak up the tanning rays ofthe sunshine. It was so private, safe from prying eyes - just as of now,carrying this metamorphosed man in the pouch of her underwear and shorts.

As she stepped around the garden she began forming plans of all the differentways of tormenting the creature..."Eduardo", as she will address him.

Occcasionally she checked her wristwatch. Time was slow but it wasn't astorturous as it might have been. She gave a sigh as the doll's struggles grewmore intense again, his little legs were thrashing as much as they could,thumping against her belly and the inside of her T-shirt. If this doll really isthat designer fellow, and Leda believed it was, how fitting for the bloke to bewhere he is, his face situated at her huge quim, the lips down there sucking athis tormented features as if trying to consume him. The notion of that causedher to tremble with excitement and bizarre images began to formulate in herfertile mind.

The stunning model, just shewing signs of filling out, with a slight paunchwhich is frowned upon by certain fashion entrepreneurs, realised her libido wassteadily rising again. She did not shew it on her perfectly moulded features butit was there...bubbling away like water in a kettle approaching boiling point.

She stepped daintily onto the well-kept lawn towards the sun- lounger, thehead-piece raised and its frame stretched out awaiting her long shapely legs andplump behind. She eased herself onto the lounger planting her feet on eitherside. She kept her feet on the grass, her thighs wide apart presenting a veryseductive pose. Closing her express- ive eyes, her long lashes resting on hercheeks, she reached down to place her hand on the bulging shape of the dolltightly, ineluctably caught in her crotch. A doll it was, but Leda knew it hadto be Eduardo. She smiled at the thought of his agony down there in the hot andvery humid prison of silken walls, her dank, sweaty crotch and her impassionedvulva. She could imagine the terror in his eyes, feel his head twisting andturning in a muffled, desperate denial of his imminent suffocation - a sensuousdeath that can occur over and over again.

By exerting pressure with her determined fingers, she forced his head betweenthe squishy lips of her quim. She caught her breath with a quick gasp, and thensighed. He was such a deliciously tight fit... far more effective than thatinstrument Denise had used. This was actually alive, and it did things for herthat no mechanical toy could provide. This was the real thing, a thing that allwomen, sometime in their lives, long for when in their frustrated solitude.

'Oh, God,' she muttered, her breath now coming in short, quick gasps. 'Oh, youbastard, you fucking bastard!' She pushed the doll's head in further. Hisscreams, if he could utter such sounds, were drowned inside her as hersecretions began seeping into the fleshy cavity. She pushed him further, hisshoulders slipped in easily due to the lubrication and his pliancy. She toreopen her shorts and pushed down her knickers to expose the living-doll. With aviolent thrust she rammed him in yet further into her vagina. She had no need topiston the figure, the frantic, desperate movements of the suffocating creaturedid all that was necessary.

The slimy walls of her vagina contracted, squeezing around him, forcing hisbreath from his tortured lungs. She pictured him gasping in breathless agony.

Leda felt quite delirious. Very slowly, relishing every second, she withdrew thedoll but left its head inside the swollen portals. She felt compelled to hold itwith both hands such was its violent squirming. A pause...and she slowlyinserted him back again. She did this several times and now, really gripping himtightly, used just one hand while, with the other, titillated her sproutingclitoris with the tip of her index-finger.

The small, rudimentary gland emerged from its protective hood like a pink slugfrom its cacoon. It glistened in the early evening's sunlight. Leda played withit with the pad of her finger occasionally bringing the digit to her mouth andflicking at it with the tip of her tongue. How she had wished a million timessince puberty that she was double-jointed or flexible enough to reach that glandwith her lips and suck it.

As her arousal grew stronger, so the pulsing pressure of her vaginal tunnelbecame more intense, suctioning the wretched male-doll in and mangling himwithout let or mercy; but she would never shew such leniency. Her need was fartoo important.

Try as she did, Leda, thinking of her girlfriend's arrival later, could notrestrain the orgasm fast approaching and bubbling like a cauldron in her loins.

She began using the doll like a dildo stretching him excessively as she draggedhim out, and then squashing him like an accordian as she thrust him back.

Her climax, when it exploded, was of such intense delight she wished it wouldnever end. She rammed the doll deep inside, the head buried into her uterus. Hiswhole body inside her with only his lower legs visible, thrashing and twtchingspasmodically. Leda brought her legs up onto the lounger and squeezed themtogether and then crossed them effecting an inescapable tomb. In her state ofeuphoria, Leda's mind was filled with visions of Eduardo being drowned in hersex fluids. The delight compounded and enhanced with the piquancy of knowingthat she can drown him again and again - without recriminations, without an iotaof remorse, and with the bonus of obtaining fantastic orgasms each time she puthim to death!A beautiful, Venus-like figure lay on the lounger basking in the last rays ofthe day. She was limp and hedonistically exhausted. Her stomach muscles tensedslightly as her breathing slowly subsided. The doll, ignored, was still embeddedand wriggling inside her, but its movements were dramatically lessened as thepressure eased. When her head finally stopped swimming, she reached down andslid the male-thing from her sopping orifice. It was slick with translucentslime, its naked form slowly resuming its normal shape. She carelessly droppedit to the lawn and relaxed in utter contentment. Then the subsequent chill cameover her. She shivered and drew her knickers and shorts up to cover her loins,then threw her legs off the lounger. She picked up the doll and lazily steppedback to the cottage.

Leda needed a good shower. There was not a lot of time before Denise arrived.

She stood naked under the warm spray of the shower contemplating the wondrousevents of the day. That doll was simply out of this world. She would neverbelieve that such intense emotions could be obtained by it...and the feelingsthat had been pretty dormant eventhough her lover had tried.

She went to her bedroom refreshed, her naked body glowed with vibrantsensations. She picked up the doll and gazed at it reflectively, so happy thatit was not as inanimate as it appeared. She considered its aspects... It had amouth that could open, a tongue that was as a person's, male genitals...a penisand testicles...She turned it over and saw it had a sweet little bottom. Idlyshe pried the tiny buttocks and grinned at the sight of a minute anus. Sheturned it back to look at its eyes, thinking the while: If only you could see.

You don't know what you're missing.... Suddenly, her eyes widened. She gave asharp intake of breath. 'My God, you do have eyes!' Yes, there they were, by thewarmth of her hand, it's, the doll's eyelids flickered open!'I don't believe it!' she exclaimed, 'You're virtually human! Why hadn't I seenthem before?' She gazed at it for some time slowly shaking her head. 'You areEduardo, aren't you? Yes, I know you are. That marvellous. Oh,the things I'm going to do with you. I'm really going to make you suffer, youarrogant, selfish, egotistical bastard!' Leda looked at his face with vengefuldetermination, and as she looked she saw a distinct tear come to his eye.

'My goodness,' she murmured, 'a living, crying doll...just like that old song.'She shook herself from her renewed reverie and opened a small drawer of herdressing-table containing her under- wear - sets of knickers and brassieres.

'Just wait until I introduce you to Denise,' she grinned as she shut the drawer.

She checked her watch for the umpteenth time. About an hour to go. She threwherself indolently onto the large double bed and closed her eyes. No moresex-play, she promised herself...until that little minx, Denise gets here.

"Little minx"? Well, not exactly little. Young, yes, a sylph-like figure, yes,but indescribably gorgeous. Absolutely perfect for the modern trend of slim,slender-limbed nymphets that grace the cat-walks and top fashion maga- zines,eagerly sought-after by the more sophisticated countries to advertise their ultacreations.

'Darling!' came the gushing welcome as the older female opened the door to seethe elegant girl standing under the porch. The taxi-driver on his way back tohis car having carried her bags and bidding the stunning passenger good-night.

As soon as the door closed the two females hugged and kissed. Questions wereasked...the session, the journey and general inconsequenc- es that fly fromexcited females. Then, while sipping wine, Denise brought up the mystery thathad buzzed in her pretty head ever since she had made that 'phone-call: 'Leda,just what is it? I haven't been able to think of anything else!' Leda gazed atthe young thing, her eyes alight with the anticipation of revealing thatextraordinary phenominon: 'Darling, it's absolutely priceless! You just won'tbelieve it. It's a doll, but a very special doll.' Denise smiled. 'Is thatall...a doll?''Yes, my love, a doll; but can you believe that it's a live doll! You know thatdamned man, Eduardo? Well, it's him, and he's only nine inches tall!' Denise'ssmile broke into a giggle. She looked bemused. 'I really mean it, darling. I'vegot a doll, nine inches tall, and it's Eduardo.''Let me see it,' Denise smiled indulgently, not believing a word but terriblycurious.

Without further ado, Leda arose from the sofa and went upstairs to fetch theamazing doll. 'Get another drink, my darling, I think you'll need it,' shecalled over her shoulder.

'Well, Eduardo, I've got someone downstairs who's dying to see you,' said Ledataking him from her underwear-drawer. 'I think she's going to like you. Youmight not like her, though, she's awfully excitable, asnd she really detestsyou.''Here he is, my pet, meet Eduardo.' Leda held the doll up for Denise to see. Thegirl looked, her mouth twitching with girlish amusement. She peered closer:'Good lord, he really does look like that beastly man! You said he's live...

what, actually....?''Look, darling.' Leda gripped the doll tighter. In those few seconds the dollbegan to move, the little legs started to twitch, the tiny hands began toclench. Denise stared: 'It's moving!' She looked up at her glamorous lover:'It's some kind of trick...clockwork or something.''Take it, darling, hold it tightly, look closely at him...he's got everything.

Look at his eyes. He's got a tongue and everything a man usually has between hislegs.'Denise held the doll, her eyes searching for anything that might be operatingthe movements. Suddenly she gasped, her lovely eyes opened wide and her prettymouth fell open. 'Oh, my good ness, my God, it's true! He's...he's alive! Look,his eyes have opened...he's got...Oh God, a real tongue and a prick!' She wasspeechless for some while, and then she looked up at Leda. 'Do you know...I'phoned London before I left Paris and they told me that Eduardo had gonemissing no one knows where he is. He was supposed to have staged a showing butit had to be put off.' Denise spoke quietly, measuring her words as therealisation began to formulate in her not-too intelligent brain. Leda was takenaback by this conclusive revelation. There was little doubt that thegipsy-woman, out of gratitude for the welcome she received, the invitation tostep inside the cottage, the two cups of tea, and her compassion for theattractive young lady, had transformed Eduardo into a doll - metamorphised himinto the lifeless figure she carried in her wicker-basket.

Shortly after the introduction, the two ladies went with swelling anticipationto bed taking the doll with them. Leda excused the girl in not taking a bath orshower. As they undressed and stripped for the forthcoming debauchery, they eachglanced at one another in open admiration.

Denise's breasts were small - in keeping for her profession, likewise hersylph-like figure, narrow hips and pert bottom. Her limbs were very slim; butotherwise, she presented a very desirable vision with a captivating beauty offace.

They lay in each other's arms naked, their bodies pressed close, their legsintertwining. They kissed and whispered words of love and overtures of undyingpassion. All the prerequisites of sexual gratification; and what galvanisedthose preliminaries was the doll, Eduardo, lying between them, being squashed byboth hot, humid bodies - their stomachs. The excessive warmth had animated itthus causing it to move.

'It's moving,' Denise murmured, 'I can feel it.' 'Mmm...' responded Leda, 'It'sour body heat.'At that moment, Leda was careless of the doll. She had greatly missed her youngsweetheart terribly and wanted only to slake her sexual passion, to taste herkisses, to lavish kisses all over that young, slender body. She crushed thegirl's lips with hers, probing the sweet mouth with her long, searching tongue.

She had, on many previous occasions, probed every orifice of the girl, her ears,her nostrils, her vulva and anus with gestures of devotion.

Denise, in her turn, reacted and reciprocated with her tongue, flicking itnervously into Leda's mouth with delightful wariness attributed to heryouthfulness and inexperience.

Leda felt the girl's hand creep down between them. She sensed the girl's handgrasp the doll and being moved lower. Of course, her darling wanted to feel whatit would do for her down there between her slim thighs. Why should she deny thecuriosity of the young girl?As the older female continued kissing the younger girl, nibbling her ears,licking the recesses, she felt the enlivened doll being transported down to herlover's crotch. Denise had guided the doll's head between her receptive thighs,its face pressed against her eagerly awaiting vulva. She gave a gasp, a quickintake of breath as the living-doll was galvanised into erratic movements. Hisbody squirmed in the girl's tight grip, his tiny hands desperately pushingagainst her envelop ing labia, his head jerking from side to side in the vainattempt to stop it being inserted into the slimy orifice hungrily awaiting toaccept him. His struggles created exquisite sensations causing Denise to uttershort gasps and low groans of sheer delight.

Little by little, she pushed the head further and further, her vaginal lipsparting with a welcom- ing embrace. Her groans grew louder when she felt hishead engulfed, and her excitement took over and urged her to push him in deeper.

Because of its resilience, it felt just like a lovely big penis, and no matterwhat the sexual prdilections of the female, such a twitching, writhing object isnon-comparable.

The girl was conscious of Leda's loving quest, feeling the sensuous woman's lipsand tongue traversing from her face to her small, tight breasts, feeling theexquisite tingling as her teeth gently nipped each pink nipple which had becomehardened and swollen; but overall, she was swept up with the heavenly sensationsof that living, male-doll thing being swallowed by her ravenous sex-mouth andits frantic movements.

With a determined thrust, she forced him deeper and, just as Leda had earlier,thrilled at the thought of this object being alive with all the properties of amale. She went into near paroxysm with the thought of his deplorable state,being smothered, drowned and literally swallowed by her voraceous cunt... Everywoman's secret desire.

'Will it perish?' she asked Leda between gasps. Leda replied as she licked thegirl's gently undulating belly: 'No, my darling. It's not entirely'simmortal.'Denise smiled wickedly to herself and gave the doll an extra shove pushing itshead deep into her uterus. There she left it, only its lower legs waving andkicking outside the clinging labia. It was lovely. The flailing, twistingmovements were all she needed to promote the explosive ecstasy about to erupt.

Leda, engrossed in her own quest, turned to her final assault. She brushed herlips over the spare curly hairs surmounting the young girl's vulva but, to herdismay, felt the flailing feet of the doll pro- truding from where she intendedto worship. At that moment Denise clasped her head and gently guided it back upand away from her bubbling quim. 'Denise!' she protested, 'Please!' But theyoung girl continued bringing her head upwards, heedless of her lover'sfrustration. Already the cauldron was nigh at boiling-point. Her breathing camein short pants, her loins began to tingle in rapturous symmetry. With amazingstrength for such a willowy-framed girl, Denise drew Leda's face up until theirlips met. Her tongue lapped at her lover's, darted in her mouth and thrashedabout as the con- vulsion burst like a sky-bomb in the night. 'Thank you! Thankyou!' she gasped, 'This is the best home-coming present ever!'Leda, her own libido kindled, felt somewhat miffed that she could not share thateuphoric orgasm nor be entirely instrumental. She felt the urgent need to reachthat dizzying height, and an intense anger with the doll - as if it had been thesole fault. A diabolical idea entered her feverish mind.

With the utmost care, Leda slowly extracted the doll from its fleshy confines,its body covered with the viscid lubricity of the young girl's vagina. The girlhardly moved, only a long, soft moan came from her as she lay in her hedonisticdaze. Leda arranged herself leaning against the ornate headrest of the bed. Sheraised both knees up close to her breasts, her pudenda bulging out, her anusfully exposed. She placed the doll's slimy head against the crinkled orifice andthrilled as the tiny sounds began - the doll, in human form, must have realisedits impending doom. The animated figure started its futile struggling, tinyhands reached out to press against her gluteous maximus. Leda began theinsertion relaxing her sphincter after first spitting copiously on herfinger-tips and apply- ing the saliva to the entrance. The head, much biggerthan the opening, pressed hard and very slowly pried apart the lax anus. Denisegave a series of grunts as the head passed through the rubbery ring. She had tohold the violent doll tighter as she forced it further, its own rubberyconsistency and the lubricants making the insertion comparatively easy, but Ledahad to keep herself fully compliant as her rectum received that foreign object.

Little by little, centimetre by centimetre she urged her living doll deep intoher fundamental canal, its arms pinned tightly to its sides. At length, she hadforced it as far as she could with only its lower legs protruding. With a finalgrunt she dropped her legs and scrambled down to lie beside her girlfriend. Shebegan fondling the girl's small breasts while nibbling playfully at her sweetearlobe and probing the recess with her tongue, an act that usually arouses thepretty young thing. The girl murmured and reached behind to feel for the olderfemale's demanding vulva.

'Where is he, that Eduardo?' Denise sighed. 'Up my arse,' muttered Leda, 'It'sheavenly, wriggling about. Put your fingers inside me, darling, you'll feelhim.' A long moan came from the girl as she felt the movement through themembrane separating the vagina and rectum.

'Is it nice up there...really?' she asked with that charming, young girl'scuriosity.

'Simply divine, darling. You must try it yourself.''Mmmmm... tomorrow night,' came the dreamy reply.

Part 2The next day, Leda had to go shopping. Denise, being habitually indolent,remained in bed seeing it was only 9 o'clock. She stretched her long lithe bodyout luxuriously and dwelled on that extraordinary doll-thing. She heard Ledadepart, then the car leave the cottage. She laid for a while then could notresist the curiosity filling her head. She threw off the coverlet, threw herlegs out and stood up gloriously naked. The weather was warm, the room waspleasantly warm with the early sunlight flooding the room. She stepped to thedressing-table and opened the drawer containing Leda's knickers and the doll.

There he was, the epitome of Eduardo, that despicable fellow. He was quitedormant of course.

Denise felt a tiny tingling stir in her loins as she gazed at the figure, asmile played at her full lips, then a slight shiver. Her stomach was justslightly above the open drawer, her breasts loomed higher above like greatsmooth boulders jutting from the fleshy cliff face. She reached in and graspedthe doll, her mind beginning to feverishly formulate what she like to do.

She pushed the drawer back with a bang and stepped back to the comfort of thebed. She turned and flopped onto the thick, springy mattress and drew thecoverlet back over her naked- ness. Immediately she took the doll underneathknowing that very soon the inanimate figure would soon become active.

To her delight and nervousness she felt the figure move. With an impulsivedecision she thrust the doll between her warm thighs, its head pressed upagainst her young, vibrant labia. She closed her eyes, her charming longeyelashes laid upon her upper cheeks. A soft sigh came from her lips as theminute movement began....

In her dreamy, hedonist repose, she slowly, gently began moving the doll's faceover and over her responsive labia feeling the action agitating her vigorouslibido which, due to her youth and lustiness, was quick to react. Her pinknipples, large in comparrison to her small breasts, were quickly hardening, theerstwhile crinkled surfaces smoothing out. The ensuing result caused trickles ofviscid fluid to leak from her vagina and bathe the face and head of the nowanimated doll. She spread her slim, angular legs out to the far reaches of thebed thus exposing her puden- denda fully to the erotic attention of herliving-doll. Another impulse struck her as the inner workings of her libidogalvanised. With a quick jerk she thrust his head between the fat lips of hervulva feeling the pressure of his hands against the squidgy labia with thehopeless attempt to prevent his head disappearing into her slimy cavern. Hebegan violently struggling as she continued the thrust, his shoulders flatteningby the intense pressure of her vaginal walls.

Denis began the pumping motion, feeling the electrifying sensation of his bodyrubbing over her budding clitoris. Speckles of perspiration form on her upperlip as well as her forehead. Her armpits began to tickle as sweat oozed from thepores of each crater. She raided her knees in the classic position of receivinga male and her hand movements grew faster, clenching the writhing doll tighter.

Gasps came from her as she wildly pumped the frantic figure with completeabandon driving him up beyond his waist and then further, her fist gripping hislower legs.

Her gasps became audible in quick gutteral sounds that filled the small but cosybedroom. Five, ten, fifteen minutes went by, only seconds for that beautiful,intoxicated young model, but an aeon for that wretched man. She pumped himfuriously as her climax approached, his head bursting with the fierce, punishingpassion of that girl's sexuality. Then, at long last, her body stiffened, along, low sigh issued from her gaping mouth to be followed by quick,intermittent gasps. The crushing sheath in which he was enclosed tightenedaround him squeezing him with unforgiving oppression as the girl's senses soaredinto the clouds of heavenly euphoria.

It took many minutes for her excitement to abate, her vulva dribbled copiously,the fluid find- ing its way down to the crevice of her buttocks. She turned onher side and drew her knees up into a foetal position and blissfully fell into acontented slumber. The living-doll remained inside her, his job done but hiscontinual struggles still a source of pleasure.

Time slipped by. Suddenly there came a noise from downstairs, a bang of aclosing door, a call: 'Denise, darling, are you still up there? I'm back!'Denise stirred and opened her eyes, annoyed at having been disturbed from herself-indul- gent repose. Then, with a sudden awareness, she realised the dollwas not in her vagina! She rushed to the door and shouted: 'I'm up now! Shan'tbe long!' She looked around the bedroom in alarm and dashed from corner tocorner pearing under the dressing-table, the chest of drawers and then under thebed. No sign. She whipped the coverlet off the bed and still found no sign ofthe 12" doll.

But Leda only comes to life when it gets warm...held in the hand oragainst a body, she re- membered, so how can it escape once it leaves thewarmth? Something must have happened while it was up my cunt. Perhaps he'd drunksomething from me to give it some sort of energy or something?Those thoughts raced through her head as she searched high and low, panic wasbeginning to rise. Leda will be furious if he's got away; but he couldn't. Thedoor was shut and so was the window. Her eyes fell onto the pile of underwearplaced on the floor for washing that day. With a determined gleam in her eyesshe pounced on the fripperies her hands plunging into the soft materials. Shefelt the solidity and cast the knickers, stockings, bras and other intimateitems away. There he was. With a triumphant grunt she seized him and cried 'Gotyou, you little bast- ard!' He was amazingly alive, and making noises of terror.

She tried to hold him tightly but his desperate writhing and squirming...muchlike a cat...made her lose her grip. He scampered away across the thick-piledcarpet. Denise was after him. She kicked out her foot catching him as he wasabout to flee under the dressing-table. He fell and rolled onto his back. Shewas quick and planted her bare foot on his body. Such was her excitement,enhanced by her success and relief, she pressed her foot down far more thannecessary. Her achievement caused her to smile broadlyalthough she trembled with the effort. Okay, so she's a model, and like allgirls following that profession, she was naturally indolent, conceited,regardless of anybody who is not famous or worthy in her glamorous world; butshe did, on strong advice, keep herself in trim - regularly attending aprestigious gymnasium in Mayfair. Consequently, she had strong leg muscles - notat all athletic but nonetheless, pretty powerful in relation to her willowyfigure.

The doll, now amazingly animated permanently, kicked his legs and waved his armsas Denise's foot crushed him to the floor. Tiny shrieks piped up to her, hiseyes bulged as her oppressive weight bore down. He clenched his small fists andbeat at her foot. Denise merely grinned and applied more pressure. He began togasp, his shrieks reverting to cries of terror. She was conscious of Lena beingdownstairs but what was foremost in her excited emotions was the desire topunish the small creature...teach him a lesson for trying to escape.

With her full weight she gave him one more crushing tread before crouching andcarefully taking him into her hands. This time she held him in both hands. Shelifted him up and glared into his eyes. 'You nasty little ****!' she growled andthen spat into his face. He, metamorphosed from a fully-grown male, soself-opinionated and arrogant, stared back with her spittle coating his featuresand running from off his chin. He looked into her big eyes defiantly, regardlessof his inferior size and belittled status. His flagrant _expression annoyed her,rousing her anger. She clenched her fist tighter around him and with her freehand callously ripped one of his arms from his shoulder and threw it onto thedressing-table, then seized the other arm. Eduardo, for that was surely who hewas, screamed hideously, but caught up with the pleasure of dismembering theannoying little man, Denise tore the other arm with a frightful wrench andtossed it to join the former limb. With no regard for her lover, Leda, Denise,not having had a cup of tea yet, felt suddenly thirsty. She put her mouth to oneshoulder and then the other to drink the blood. Yes, real blood! The poor,wretched Eduardo had, quite literally become human. Gone now was that assertion,that defiance he had so bravely adopted at that young, beautiful, up and comingmodel of giant proportions to his twelve inch stature.

Like a little girl playing on her own with vicious adolescence, capturinginsects, Denise turned to his legs. 'Noooooo!' he screeched; but the fiendish"game" went on. A big grin appeared over her seductive features as she graspedone leg. With just that extra effort, the limb broke away from his hip-joint. Itfell close to his ripped-off arms. The last limb then followed leaving thehorrified midget totally limbless. Denise then sadistally lapped at the bloodflowing from whence his legs had been, then her eyes focussed on his danglinggenitals. 'I haven't had break- fast yet,' she giggled. Again he screamed as sheraised his torso to her mouth. Blood dripped from all four places from where hislimbs had been torn.

First, she extended her bloodied tongue and lapped at the masculine appendages,the penis and testicles waved to and fro, yet still the wretched creature howledand screamed. There seemed he could not die as a man would under such dreadfulcircumstances.

She glanced at him with a lustful and pitiless grin and opened her mouth just alittle to embrace his genitals with her sexy lips. 'Mmmm...a teeny sausage andtwo teeny eggs,' she murmured, and then quickly caught the organs between hersharp teeth, another aspect of her beauty she took great care of. She bit and asher teeth gradually met the little man let out a high- pitched squeal. Deniseclosed her lips and gazed at him as she sucked the tiny morsels, sending themfrom one side of her mouth to the other, soaking them with her saliva. Then herteeth began their mastication, chewing them up to a pulp. 'Mmmm...' shemurmured, then gave a swallow. Eduardo saw her throat bob as his manlypossessions slid down her gullet.

'Denise, Denise!' came a call from downstairs, 'It's nearly twelve, you know,aren't you feeling well...or are you still asleep? I can make you a littlebreakfast!' There came the sound of footfalls ascending the narrow staircase. Asense of guilt and panic erupted in the girl's heart. She was holding theunmanned and limbless Eduardo in her hand, his genitals being digested in herstomach, his limbs lying on the dressing-table. Quick as a flash, her mindconcocting excuses, she parted her legs and, as if inserting a tampon, pushedhim out of sight into her glutinous vagina. Then hastily picked up the limbs andwrapped them in the soiled underwear.

'Have you got a pad or something?' she called just as Leda entered the bedroom,'I've just star- ted,' referring to her monthly periods. The pretty girlpurposely shewed the signs.

'Yes, my darling. I always keep them as an emergency, in case I start during thenight.' Leda, deceived by her sex-partner's cunning subterfuge, took out apacket of s.t's from the drawer in which she stored her knickers. As she handedthe s.t's to Denise she peered into the drawer: 'That's odd. Where's that doll?'Denise, adopting a casual indifference, placed a pad under her crotch and put ona fresh pair of knickers: 'Don't know. You did put him back there, didn't you?''Yes, I'm sure I did,' muttered Leda as she pulled one pair and another of herknickers aside. 'He's not here.' She opened other drawers with the same result.

'Now where could he be?'As Denise pulled her knickers up tight over the bulging pad, she felt thesquirming Eduardo in her vagina. God, she thought to herself, the bugger's stillalive! She then thought about the small pile of undies lying there on the floor,and the evidence of her savagery. 'I'll get rid of these,' she said as calmly asshe could, and gathered them up. As Leda continued searching she asked Denise ifhe was in amongst them. Denise pretended to squeeze the underclothes. 'No, nothere. I'll take these down and pop them in the washing-machine...Okay?' Then, asshe stepped from the room she again kept up the pretence: 'I think he must havegot out of here when I went for a pee earlier. I thought I heardsomething...thought it was a mouse or something.' Leda cursed:'Damn...damn...damn!' Denise wore a smirk on her face as she descended thestaircase. So much for "True love." She quickly re- moved the limbs from thewashing and stuffed them deep into the rubbish-bin in the kitchen then crammedthe undies into the washing-machine. Yet again using her conniving initiative,she turned the machine on - just in case. Every now and then she gave a start asthe dismembered figure deep inside her wriggled about.

Leda was terribly upset. It was as if she'd lost a dear pet. 'Never mind,'smiled Denise with false compassion, 'You've still got me.' Leda was slightlymollified. 'Yes, darling, but you won't be with me for very long. You'll soon beoff on some shoot somewhere. America or .... Look, darling, I really must popout. You can come with me if you want. I must try and find a local gipsy camp.'Denise's heart sprang as an opportunity lit up in her scheming mind, but her_expression shewed her reluctance. 'Leda, I'm rather hungry and I need a showeror a good soak. You go and I'll be all right.''Are you sure, my love?' Denise was sure right enough. She waved "tearfully" asLeda hurried off on her quest to find that wizened old gipsy-woman.

Once she was gone, Denise hoisted her skirt and drew her knickers down and offher feet. She spread her lithe legs and removed the s.t. There was blood on itbut not, surprisingly, very much. She then squatted and began inserting herfingers into her vulva until she felt Duardo. Very slowly she drew him out ofher vagina. Astoundingly, he was still alive and would have been kicking if hehad the legs to do so. She gazed at him in amazement, his head, face and torsobesmeared with her vaginal fluids. His eyes were blinking in the bright lightand his mouth dribbling with her mucus.

'I don't like competition,' she said to him. 'I think Leda was getting too fondof you. It's me she loves, and me who gets her all sexy and that. So you'vereally got to go. Now I know you can't die. She told me. So, how do I really getrid of you? I could simply chop you up into tiny bits and flush you down thelavvy-pan, or perhaps put you into the mincing machine? I 'spose I cou