Tasty Justice
A vorish angel story.
(by Angel)
He looked around nervously. It would not be long before the cops found him
here, and he knew it. Part of him wanted to turn himself in, but that was no
option. If they caught him, it would mean the chair. They would not believe
that he wanted to repent his actions, nor would anyone forgive him. His only
chance was to stay outof their hands. He looked around the abadoned warehouse.
Everything of value had been stolen long ago, but some trash remained. Crates
and oil drums, mostly empty, were scattered all over the floor. The few
windows were dirty, and almost all broken. Nobody had been here for years. He
would be safe.
For now.
"Greetings." He started at the voice, and turned to face the speaker, drawing
his gun. A beautiful young girl stood before him. All he could think of was
that she had to die before she would reveal his hiding place. "You're dead,
lady." He pulled the trigger, closing his eyes. The shot echoed through the
abandoned warehouse. After a few moments he opened his eyes again, expecting
to see her lifeless body. His jaw dropped as she still stood there before
him, the tip of a slender finger resting on the end of the gun barrel. As she
removed it, the bullet fell out and hit the concrete floor with a light -tic-
"What the...", he started. Wings suddenly flared out from behind her back, as
she still smiled at him.
The gun slipped through fingers and clattered noisily on the floor.
"Wh..who... wh.. what are you?", he asked finally. She smiled gently, and
answered simply, "Angel." Suddenly his legs failed to support him, and he
dropped to his knees. He knew that the appearance of this obviously heavenly
being could mean only one thing. He sighed, "You're here to punish me. I had
never believed it would ever happen." She smiled tenderly, "Well, actually
it's a bit different than you think. I was to take your soul and deliver it
to hell."
He blinked, "But... I'm not dead!" She smiled, "Not yet. You see, I'm a bit
early. The police will arrive here in half an hour. You will refuse to
surrender and shoot at them. They will return fire, and you will be shot in
the head, and die on the way to the hospital." He swallowed, hard. Then he
asked, "Why are you telling me all this?" She briefly licked her lips, then
said, "I know that deep inside you want to repent and make up. Therefore,
I have a proposal for you."
He blinked, and then nodded, "What do you want?" She smiled again, and
licked her lips again, "Give yourself to me, freely and without resisting.
I will swallow you up whole, and inside me you will have plenty of time to
repent before you die. Then I will digest your sweet body and bring your
soul to heaven, instead of hell." He blinked, his face pale with shock. But
he found himself staring at her as he actually considered her strange
proposal. There was no reason to doubt her words, and he certainly did not
feel much like dying here in this filthy warehouse. At that moment, a siren
blared in the distance. He looked back at her. The alternative... to be
digested in her heavenly body.... "Will it hurt?", he asked.
She smiled warmly and shook her head, "Not a bit." Then, with a sigh, he
resigned, "Angel, I'm yours. Please take me in before they do."
She smiled warmly, taking him by his chest and lifting him up to his feet,
"Wise choice. Take off your clothes." He obeyed. "Now mine." He hesitated.
"This won't fit when I am done. Hurry up, they will be here soon." He slowly
took her robe from her magnificent body, suddenly feeling proud that he
would soon be nourishing it. She smiled and pulled him closer, briefly
licking his cheek, "Just tasting... Are you ready?" He merely nodded. She
took his hand in hers, "Just relax. You will soon be safe in me."
She effortlessly put his hands in her mouth and swallowed. He felt them
slide into her throat, and shivered at the thought that the rest of him
would follow soon. His head followed his arms, and he buried his face in
her warm wet tongue. She swallowed again, her velvet throat taking his
head. He could now hear the pounding of her heart and a faint gurgle from
her stomach. She lifted him at the waist, raising him overhead, and
swallowed again, sliding his chest into her. He relaxed, feeling
comfortable inside her warm body.
Just as she swallowed his waist, there were the blaring of sirens,
screeching of tires, slamming of car doors and running footsteps outside.
He could hear it inside her, but cared not, knowing that he was safe
inside Angel. Several policemen arrived, just in time to see his legs
slide down Angel's throat and her belly expand as it accepted him inside.
She licked her lips and patted her stomach, smiling at the wide-eyed officers,
"Sorry boys, you are too late. He chose another form of justice." Many guns
were pointed at her, and one officer stepped forwards. He gulped, then said,
"Miss, I'm afraid you are under arrest. You have the right to remain
silent..."
She merely smiled as he read her rights, and offered her wrists. The
handcuffs snapped shut, and then they just slid from her wrists like warm
gelatine and dropped in a shapeless puddle on the floor.
None moved as she then simply turned and walked out, then spread her wings
and flew away. Inside her squishy belly, he had repented and mumbled the few
prayers he knew, and just waited for his end. Her acids dissolved him quickly
and without pain, like she had promised. Soon there was nothing left of him.
A vorish angel story.
(by Angel)
He looked around nervously. It would not be long before the cops found him
here, and he knew it. Part of him wanted to turn himself in, but that was no
option. If they caught him, it would mean the chair. They would not believe
that he wanted to repent his actions, nor would anyone forgive him. His only
chance was to stay outof their hands. He looked around the abadoned warehouse.
Everything of value had been stolen long ago, but some trash remained. Crates
and oil drums, mostly empty, were scattered all over the floor. The few
windows were dirty, and almost all broken. Nobody had been here for years. He
would be safe.
For now.
"Greetings." He started at the voice, and turned to face the speaker, drawing
his gun. A beautiful young girl stood before him. All he could think of was
that she had to die before she would reveal his hiding place. "You're dead,
lady." He pulled the trigger, closing his eyes. The shot echoed through the
abandoned warehouse. After a few moments he opened his eyes again, expecting
to see her lifeless body. His jaw dropped as she still stood there before
him, the tip of a slender finger resting on the end of the gun barrel. As she
removed it, the bullet fell out and hit the concrete floor with a light -tic-
"What the...", he started. Wings suddenly flared out from behind her back, as
she still smiled at him.
The gun slipped through fingers and clattered noisily on the floor.
"Wh..who... wh.. what are you?", he asked finally. She smiled gently, and
answered simply, "Angel." Suddenly his legs failed to support him, and he
dropped to his knees. He knew that the appearance of this obviously heavenly
being could mean only one thing. He sighed, "You're here to punish me. I had
never believed it would ever happen." She smiled tenderly, "Well, actually
it's a bit different than you think. I was to take your soul and deliver it
to hell."
He blinked, "But... I'm not dead!" She smiled, "Not yet. You see, I'm a bit
early. The police will arrive here in half an hour. You will refuse to
surrender and shoot at them. They will return fire, and you will be shot in
the head, and die on the way to the hospital." He swallowed, hard. Then he
asked, "Why are you telling me all this?" She briefly licked her lips, then
said, "I know that deep inside you want to repent and make up. Therefore,
I have a proposal for you."
He blinked, and then nodded, "What do you want?" She smiled again, and
licked her lips again, "Give yourself to me, freely and without resisting.
I will swallow you up whole, and inside me you will have plenty of time to
repent before you die. Then I will digest your sweet body and bring your
soul to heaven, instead of hell." He blinked, his face pale with shock. But
he found himself staring at her as he actually considered her strange
proposal. There was no reason to doubt her words, and he certainly did not
feel much like dying here in this filthy warehouse. At that moment, a siren
blared in the distance. He looked back at her. The alternative... to be
digested in her heavenly body.... "Will it hurt?", he asked.
She smiled warmly and shook her head, "Not a bit." Then, with a sigh, he
resigned, "Angel, I'm yours. Please take me in before they do."
She smiled warmly, taking him by his chest and lifting him up to his feet,
"Wise choice. Take off your clothes." He obeyed. "Now mine." He hesitated.
"This won't fit when I am done. Hurry up, they will be here soon." He slowly
took her robe from her magnificent body, suddenly feeling proud that he
would soon be nourishing it. She smiled and pulled him closer, briefly
licking his cheek, "Just tasting... Are you ready?" He merely nodded. She
took his hand in hers, "Just relax. You will soon be safe in me."
She effortlessly put his hands in her mouth and swallowed. He felt them
slide into her throat, and shivered at the thought that the rest of him
would follow soon. His head followed his arms, and he buried his face in
her warm wet tongue. She swallowed again, her velvet throat taking his
head. He could now hear the pounding of her heart and a faint gurgle from
her stomach. She lifted him at the waist, raising him overhead, and
swallowed again, sliding his chest into her. He relaxed, feeling
comfortable inside her warm body.
Just as she swallowed his waist, there were the blaring of sirens,
screeching of tires, slamming of car doors and running footsteps outside.
He could hear it inside her, but cared not, knowing that he was safe
inside Angel. Several policemen arrived, just in time to see his legs
slide down Angel's throat and her belly expand as it accepted him inside.
She licked her lips and patted her stomach, smiling at the wide-eyed officers,
"Sorry boys, you are too late. He chose another form of justice." Many guns
were pointed at her, and one officer stepped forwards. He gulped, then said,
"Miss, I'm afraid you are under arrest. You have the right to remain
silent..."
She merely smiled as he read her rights, and offered her wrists. The
handcuffs snapped shut, and then they just slid from her wrists like warm
gelatine and dropped in a shapeless puddle on the floor.
None moved as she then simply turned and walked out, then spread her wings
and flew away. Inside her squishy belly, he had repented and mumbled the few
prayers he knew, and just waited for his end. Her acids dissolved him quickly
and without pain, like she had promised. Soon there was nothing left of him.
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Posted by Firstfate 15 years ago Report
I'm liking the stories your writing. They are very well worded, and Angel....she's as pure as light :), but I'm curious as to what would happen to an evil soul if she ate one
Posted by Angel 15 years ago Report
These are over 10 years old or so, I haven't written any stories in years.
To a truly evil soul, her stomach would be hell. The acid contains holy water, so evil demons wouldn't exactly be comfy either. :-)
Posted by Firstfate 15 years ago Report
O.O ouch, and even if you stories are old they are still nice to get to read