Posted by Clemstra on September 25, 2004 at 12:35:52:
Copyright 2003 - Clemstra
Valley of The Giant - By Clemstra
Marge took out a tray of cookies to offer the old crone as her husband
angrily spat in the woman's face.
"You think I was born yesterday?" he angrily yelled at the crone.
"You made an agreement Mr. Roberts, if you refuse to honor your
agreement you will PAY, oh you will pay with INTEREST," she said with
an evil look at Marge's husband.
"Cookie," Marge offered the crone politely wishing George wouldn't be
so rude to the poor old woman.
"Thank you dear, I see you at least have a nice wife Mr. Roberts."
"My choices have always been good, even in my marriage," he said
beaming at Marge. Marge smiled back at him.
"We'll dear," said the crone to Marge. "I'm afraid you will have to
suffer for his mistakes. Don't worry, I like you. I'll be nice about
it." She smiled a strange hungry smile that made Marge wonder.
"Are you threatening my wife" George said, his back rising in anger,
his chest spread out in anticipation of an attack?
"You were warned Mr. Roberts, NO ONE cheats Baba Yaga."
Marge offered Baba Yaga another cookie.
"Thank you dear. Your so sweet, nothing personal, it's just
business."
The crone patted Marge's hand and left.
"The nerve of that old crone." George's pupils were narrowed in
anger. "We'll, I showed her didn't I Marge?"
"If you say so dear. Why don't I make dinner while you take a nice
walk to calm down?" Marge offered hoping to make him happy.
"Good idea, I can work up an appetite for your cooking. You always
cook things up nicely Marge," and he left for his walk.
Marge took out a box of frozen peas - Green Giant brand. She started
humming, "from the valley of the giant...."
A large well endowed version of The Jolly Green Giant appeared in
front of her and finished the jingle, "Ho, Ho, Ho, Green Giant."
"Hello there Marge. You've loved my vegetables for so many years,
now it's my turn to enjoy you." The Jolly Green Giant had his big
green hands around Marge. He moved them up and down her back,
rubbing and patting her buttocks.
"Oh my," Marge tried to move back but found herself moaning in
pleasure.
"Let's see what condition your in for harvest Marge." The giant
ripped her clothing off.
"Now wait a minute..." Marge tried to say as the Jolly Green Giant
prodded Marge's breast, proceeding to fondle them.
"Ho, Ho, Ho Marge. I think your just about ready for harvest.
Just need to ripen you before harvest. Ripen you for the table
of the Giant."
The Jolly Green Giant teased her. He kneaded her flesh with his
strong fingers, moving his body against her, his giant green cock
stiffening.
"Ho, ho, ho Marge...are you ready for ripening." The giant smiled as
Marge found herself spreading her legs for him to enter into her
pussy.
"This has to be the weirdest dream I've ever had," she thought. "Note
to self, must cut down on coffee and sugar."
The Jolly Green Giant now had his jolly stiff green cock inside her
and was coming in and out as Marge made musical sounds of pleasure.
"God, god, god," Marge screamed, it was the best sex she'd ever had.
"Ho, ho, ho Marge, almost ripe. Let's try this again but from
behind."
The Jolly Green Giant turned her around. She felt him enter her from
behind, pumping her, his hands on the front of her breasts, squeezing
and pinching. She screamed in ecstasy, her body gleaming with sweat.
"Your ripe enough for harvest now Marge. Now we have to prepare you."
"Prepare me," Marge said out of breath.
"For my table." Baba Yaga's coming to dinner and specifically
requested you as the main course. She wants you sweetly cooked with
a spring freshness inside. I have to get you ready for dinner now
Marge."
Marge found herself in a giant kitchen. It looked a lot like her own
kitchen but the tables, chairs, appliances were all of gigantic
proportions.
She found herself being washed, shaved, given enemas, soaked in sweet
water with generous helpings of melted butter ladled upon her. For
seasoning...she found herself offering a few suggestions. Paprika
for instance, just as one chef to another. To her joy, the Green
Giant concurred sprinkling her with a bit of paprika in addition to
the other seasonings. He put some sauce on her, put her in a baking
pan with green sprouts, green beans and peas. An onion in her mouth,
carrots in her anus and vagina and into the oven Marge went to bake.
The carrots felt good, she felt them vibrating as she began to bake.
The carrots were singing to her of the joy of being produce from the
Valley of the Giant. After the carrots melody of pleasure and song,
it was nice and warm in the oven. With all the sex, Marge was ready
for a nice nap in a warm place. She closed her eyes and took a nap.
The Jolly Green Giant had told her, he'd wake her up when it was
dinner time.
George Roberts came back to eat his dinner. There was no smell of
food in the house, no trace of Marge. He remembered that evil witch's
threats and started looking with growing concern.
They took Marge out, her skin was a nice golden brown. The smell of
zesty baked woman filled the house of Jolly Green Giant. Baba Yaga
had brought the wine. They woke Marge so she could appreciate being
dinner.
"Ho, ho, Ho Marge. Do you think your ready for dinner now?" He
removed the onion from her mouth. Marge found herself happily singing
the Green Giant jingle and offering herself for dinner. She told Baba
Yaga and the Jolly Green Giant, that she hoped they found her
seasonably fresh and tender. They started on her toes, working their
way up to Marge's succulent thighs. It felt nice being eaten. Maybe
I'm a vegetable now Marge thought with humor.
"Your's I think," Baba Yagga said to the Giant as they came to Marge's
Vagina.
"Ho, ho, ho my favorite part," said the giant, chewing on Marge's
vaginal lips.
"Eat me, eat me, eat me," Marge found herself singing happily to a new
jingle tune.
George Robert's found a note on the kitchen table:
"Though you have poor taste in meeting your obligations Mr. Robert's,
we concur your taste in women, is excellent."
On the table, the light reflected cleanly on white bone, the skeletal
remains of Marge.
The police never solved the case.
Mr. Roberts was later committed to an asylum where for some reason he
kept singing a commercial jingle over and over again: "From the
valley of the giant, Green Giant, ho, ho, ho."
Marge had always cooked so nicely. Even in the end ! ;)