No way are you letting this fat hag waltz into your kitchen and boss you around. Dana would be mortified to know that such a tacky pred like Mrs. Mosley was poking around in her house.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to leave, Mrs. Mosley. I don't have a lot of time, and Dana's expecting me..." You add a bit of emphasis to those last few words to make her think twice about eating you. You can see brief irritation flash in her eyes, combined with hesitation. Mosley, like most people, fears Dana Miles, and has no real wish to cross her. You gesture towards the door. "Have a pleasant afternoon," you say, with a hint of finality.
She masks her anger with a saccharine smile. "Okey dokey, Freddie. You'd best not keep her waiting." She waddles to the door and winks at you. "I'll be seeing you..." she warns before walking back out and across the street. You hope not anytime soon.
You finish Dana's snacks and set off from the school, with plenty of time to spare. Luckily, no one accosts you, and you arrive without incident, just as the final bells are ringing. Kids begin to stream out. Boys hurry out, glad to be leaving by the front door and not a toilet. Girls stroll leisurely out, chatting and laughing, some touting squirming or shrinking tummies. You can't help but pray that none of those big bellies hold your son's crushed and mushy remains.
When you enter Dana's classroom, she's not alone. A young, slender woman with short blonde hair is talking to her. Dana is listening with her signature, bored expression as she works on a bit of paperwork. The younger woman looks up as you walk in, and instantly starts towards you.
"Ah, dinner! Just in time." You smile, but then you realize she's talking about you. "D-dana..." You call, stepping back as she seizes your shoulders with strong hands.
"No, Miss Jackson. He's mine," she says without looking up. The young women's thick lips freeze, parted slightly. She let's you go ruefully, and sighs.
"Nngh... you sure know how to pick them.... damn, he smells tasty! Come on, Mrs. Miles... share!"
Dana does look up this time, fixing this Miss Jackson with a deadpan stare. "You're new here, so I'll give you a pass." She stood, still eyeing the younger teacher. "You'd do well to remember what I'm about to tell you. Many women have attempted to lay their hands on my husband," she began and Miss Jackson's eyes widened in surprise.
"Your husb-" she started, but Dana wasn't done.
"Many have tried, and every single one of them died screaming in my stomach. My husband is my property, and no one else's." Her voice was as cold and sharp as steel as she walked closer to the blond lady. "If you touch him, taste him, threaten him...if you so much as look at him wrong, I will eat you, and I will digest you. I promise."
The poor woman's eyes were wide, and she took a few steps back. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't... I thought.."
Dana smiles an icy smile. "Have a good night, Miss Jackson. I hope you like it here."
The frightened predator manages a nod before scampering away, casting only a cursory glance over at you. You can't help but smile as you hand Dana her bag of snacks. "Thanks, dear. I'd be long gone without you."
"I've always protected you," she replies matter-of-factly, opening the bag and peering in hungrily. "Always will. Wasn't that our agreement."
"As long as I don't displease you, yes."
"I have no reason to believe you will. Thank you, Husband," she says before biting into a sandwich and chewing eagerly. She's kind of cute when she's hungry, you think, in her own, severe way.
"Hey mom- Oh, hi Dad!" Sasha said as she walked suddenly into the room, leading Tamara behind her. You smile at your daughters.
"Hi girls, how was school?" you ask.
"Good! We learned about an-anatomy today!" Tami replies, struggling over what is no doubt a big word for her. Sasha, however, isn't paying attention. She frowns as she glances around the room.
"Elliot's not here?" she asks, and Dana shakes her head. Sasha immediately leaves the room, walking briskly down the hallway.
"She really looks out for him, doesn't she," you say.
"Yes. Yes she does," your wife responds, smiling faintly.
After a moment or two, Sasha returns with her brother. You can hear her admonishing him as they approach.
"...straight to Mom's class, I told you!" she was saying. "I have to know you're safe. Are you listening?"
"Y-yes... sorry, Sasha, I didn't mean to worry you."
"It's okay, just... be careful, okay?"
Sasha walks in, pulling Elliot behind her. You wave at him, but his attention is fixed on something else.
Someone else.
Tami has been sitting in a desk idly, waiting for Sasha to return, but she grows still when Elliot walks in. He freezes in the doorway, and the two of them stare at each other for a moment, Elliot wide-eyed, Tamara smiling in an eerie way. "Come on Elliot, it's time to go home," Sasha says
He doesn't answer for a few seconds, but eventually shakes his head. "N-no, I have... I have a club meeting I have to go to."
"A club?" you ask. "I didn't know you were in a club."
"He isn't," Sasha says, "What's this about, Elliot? You never stay after school."
"I-I just joined today," he says in a quiet voice. "P-please, Sasha, let me stay..."
Sasha is already shaking her head. "No. It's way too dangerous, there's no way I'd ever-"
"Let him do as he pleases, Sasha," Dana commands, returning to her desk. "You can't force him." Sasha begins to protests, but thinks better of it. She fumes for a minute, before turning back to Elliot.
"You better not get eaten! Go to your silly club meeting, or whatever it is, then come STRAIGHT home, understand?" He fidgets, but nods.
"Okay, I'll be careful." He casts one last anxious glance at his little sister, then leaves. Sasha watches him leave with a worried expression, then reels on Tamara.
"What's going on?" she shouted, her cheeks red with anger. "Why is so scared of you all the sudden? What did you do to him? Tell me, you little brat!"
Tamara's eyes widen. "Wha... I didn't do nothing!"
"Don't lie!" Sasha continues. "You did something to him, I know it!"
You find yourself agreeing with Sasha. You have noticed Elliot's unease lately, and it seems to definitely intensify around Tami. However...
"Don't shout, Sasha," you say, and Dana agrees.
"You're causing a scene. Lower your voice," she warns, and you see tears well in Sasha's eyes.
"D-don't you see? She... she's going to eat him! She's probably been tasting him, or... or teasing him, or something! I've kept him safe so long... b-but I can't protect him if our own home isn't safe!"
Dana stands abruptly. "That's enough. I won't have this kind of behavior in my family. Stop shouting at your sister, Sasha," she says coldly, but then she turns her attention to Tamara. "I don't know if what Sasha says is true, but I do know that she's not a liar. So let me just make this perfectly clear. You will NOT eat ANY member of your family. Not your brother, not your father, no one, understand? There are hundreds and hundreds of other boys for you to eat. Eat your classmates. Eat our neighbor's boys..." You notice Sasha raise her head at that, but she doesn't interrupt. Dana continues, "You can eat any other boy you like. That's what they are for. But you will not eat your family. They are mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am," she pouts, looking sullenly at the floor.
"Good. Now, you girls go home. I'll be along shortly."
Both girls nod and begin to leave. You call to Sasha. "We won't let her eat him, Sasha. Don't worry." She smiles, and wipes her eyes ashamedly.
"Yes... s-sorry for making a scene..." she says before heading out.
"She's right, you know," you say when she's gone. "About the way those two have been acting, anyway."
"I don't doubt it. She's a budding predator, after all, her brother would be her natural target. Or you. I don't believe she would disobey me. Nevertheless, I'll keep an eye on her." she says with a sigh.
"I will too. Have a good night, hun, I'm going to head back home. House is a little messy." Dana nods, sitting down at her desk and returning to her work. She angles her cheek up expectantly, and you plant a kiss on it.
"Be careful going home, I'll see you later," she says as you leave. You head back out the empty hallways and exit via the front doors. The sun is setting, and the streets are getting a bit dim. You set a brisk pace for home, not wanting to be out after dark. Even with a wife like Dana, you can't be too careful.
About halfway home, you're passing a tacky pred bar known as Bettie's. You once heard that they actually kidnap men, or boys, and sell them to their drunken patrons, and Dana confirmed the rumor. You didn't ask how she knew. You've had a few close calls here yourself, so you always try to hurry by. You keep a close eye on the door, ready to run if anything came out. You were so intent on watching it, in fact, that you don't see the police officer until you bump right into her. She's a good head taller than you, so your face sinks right smack into her exposed cleavage. You gasp in surprise and jerk back, but she grips the back of your head and pulls you back in close. Your face burns with embarrassment and fright and you begin to stammer out an apology, but she only smirks down at you with her cruel, ruby red lips. She's wearing dark sunglasses, and long locks of golden hair are streaming out from underneath her hat. The first four buttons or so of her shirt are undone, hence the exposed breast. She has the shirt tied off around her midriff, so that it looks a bit like a tank top. Her shorts are, well, short, and very tight, and her feet are covered by tall black boots. She carries a powerful, very intimidating presence about her.
"Well, well... feeling a bit grabby tonight, huh?"
"N-no!" you assure her. "I'm t-t-terribly sorry, I wasn't looking-"
"Seems like you got a REAL good look to me... and you still can't keep your eyes off. Here, take a closer look..." With that, she mashed you face between her boobs, mushing and squashing you roughly in her cleavage. "How's that? Is this what you wanted?" She reaches down between your legs and seizes your hardening penis. You can't stop yourself from grunting as she squeezes. "Yep, feels like it. You know what I did to the last guy that got too close? Actually, I'll let him tell you."
She shoves you to your knees and straddles your head, squeezing you between her thighs in such a position that your nose is directly beneath her ass. You hear her cheeks rip apart, release a foul poot right into your face, causing you to retch and splutter. She grunts and forces a few extra farts out, each more abominable than the last, then lets you fall breathless to the ground. She stares down at you for a moment, hands on her wide hips. "I'm not gonna do that to you, though. Not yet." She walks over to a patrol car parked next to the curb and opens the back seat. You struggle to your feet, trying to wave the lingering odor from your nose. The officer opens the back door of her car, and gestures for you to get in. "You can go peacefully, and ride in the car, or resist, and ride in the driver."
You gulp. This is bad news. She definitely has plans for you, and somehow you don't get the feeling that they are in your best interest. If you submit to her, your life will be utterly in her hands... and perhaps in her gut. However, running would definitely be risky as well...
You try bargaining instead. "Look, d-do you know who my wife is. She-"
"Will be down a husband if you don't shut your mouth and get in mine. My car, that is. I don't give a fuck who your wife is, now do what I say."
That didn't work. Looks like your choices really are serve your self up for dinner or run like hell... from an obviously very athletic woman with police training and taste for man flesh.
