The Very. Last. Time

GOODBYE

Well, here we are again. Here I am, all 5’10”, 150 dance-hardened Las Vegas showgirl pounds of me, and there you are, all crying and squirming and begging for your miserable life in the crushing vise of my cruel, inhumanly strong, and beautiful legs as I headscissor you. Yes, here we are again.

But I have some good news for you, my little scissor toy: This is the last time. The last time I’ll get to wrap these hungry, cruel thighs of mine around your fragile little chest to annihilate you in my bodyscissor, or tuck my calf under your chin, watch the wicked flare of muscle spread into the hollow between your collar and chin, choking the life out of you while my long, powerful thighs grind your puny little skull in an oh, so satisfying figure four headscissor. The last time I’ll lie over you with your face crushed hard and deep into my gorgeous, curvaceous, delicious glutes in my favorite, the reverse face scissor.

The very. Last. Time.

Aren’t you glad? No more watching my full lips curve into an angelic little smile as my legs threaten to splinter your ribs and rip your guts into mush. No more feeling the hot, deadly embrace of my powerful thighs against your cheeks, your ears, and wondering if that was a grunt of exertion or a moan of pleasure that you just barely heard through the muscles that want so badly to destroy you? Of course… it wasn’t exertion. It wouldn’t take any exertion from me to do that.

Aren’t you glad? Soon, you’ll be free – a slave to my legs and their terrible, wonderful hunger no more. So just be patient. It’ll all be over very soon.

I kneel beside you; with one hand, I gently brush the tears from your cheek – with the other, I reach under your back, raising your body off the floor to slide one bare leg under you. Then I let you rest on it while I drape the other leg lightly over you, watching your eyes bulge in terror. But don’t worry – this is the last time.

I’ll start slowly, gently. I want my legs to savor this, as they make their last meal of you. Mmm, I’ve only just started – I haven’t even locked my ankles yet – and you’re already squirming, gasping for air. I want to make this last as long as I can – of course, we both know that it’ll be over all too soon.

I close the leggy trap, now, slowly bringing my calves together and locking my ankles, straightening my legs and feeling the warmth of your body pressed tightly against me. Oh, this feels so good, don’t you agree? You don’t have to answer. Well, I guess you can’t answer me, now, can you? Your ribs are bending, and I can see by the way your face has turned fire-engine red, by your eyes all bugged out like a cartoon character (laughs) and by that adorable little grimace, that you haven’t got enough air to speak right now.

That’s all right. Your thrashing, the frantic tapping of your hands on my killer legs, is telling me that you love the way this feels. Would you like… a little more?

Of course you would. And so would I. And my legs vote yes, too. It’s unanimous, then. I flex them, pouring on more pressure, then even more pressure as I lean back, bringing my muscular butt and sculpted back in on the fun.

Oh! What was that? I just felt a little pop! I guess that rib of yours just voted no. That’s too bad. Oops – there goes another one! Mmmmm! And two more. Oh, now don’t cry.

Ahhhhhhh. I see your body has gone as limp as a little rag doll. I let it fall to the floor as I stand and stretch my glorious weapons of mass seduction – my legs – then kneel beside you, reach in and put my fingers to your throat. Hmmm. Well, it seems I kept my promise to you, didn’t I? This was your last time.

I told you a long time ago that once these legs of mine had you, you belonged to them for life. I guess you forgot that, didn’t you, my little ex- slave? Well, now you’re free.

Goodbye.