The sun was just starting to rise in the sky stretching its fingers across the earth to pull itself over the horizon.  A few scattered stars remained in the sky, reluctant memories of the beautiful night that had just ended.  It was going to be a hot day, even with the sun just beginning to climb into the heavens it was already over seventy degrees outside and quickly climbing. 

       “Rat.”  Damian mumbled as he walked around his barn checking the traps.  The first had a rat glued in place struggling for its freedom.  It had eaten the piece of cheese on the trap.  “Just not your day is it mister rat?”  Damian walked closer to the trap and raised his boot to stomp on the rat.  “Wait you’re the one that bit me aren’t you?”  Damian grinned and lowered his boot gently onto the rat’s back.  Ounce by ounce Damian increased the weight he was putting on the rodent’s body.  A smile started as the rat started squealing in protest.  It grew when the sound of bones snapping reached his ears.  When blood started to ooze from its mouth the smile could have split Damian’s skull in two.  That was when he stopped.  Instead of finishing the rodent off he walked away letting it bleed out.  The other rodents in his various traps met much quicker deaths.

       “Damnit, I still didn’t catch her.”  He mumbled after he’d checked the final trap.  Back in the house he sat down his couch and turned on the television.   The screen was split into four grey screens each displaying another part of his farm and changing at random.  Using the remote he was able to keep switching from one to the next until he found what he was looking for.

       There were two women playing in a fountain splashing back and forth in the water.  One was a light haired, probably a blond wearing a strapless dress that came to an end less than half way down her shapely ass.  Her tiny waist led up to a smallish but cute for her size pair of tits.  Nature had been more kind to her dark haired friend in the cleavage area.  Perhaps it had been too generous with her bust, the loose fitting top she was wearing couldn’t quite keep them in place.  She had long slender legs but she didn’t get the fantastic ass of the blonde she was splashing around with.        

       

Damian slid his hand into his pants and wrapped his fist around his stiffening dick.  He watched the two girls frolic in the waters and worked his fist up and down over his cock at the same time.  The sound in the room was his hand slapping rubbing against the denim of his jeans and the occasional grunt that escaped his lips.  He would have cum jerking off I something hadn’t caught his eyes. 

       

In the lower left corner of the screen he saw Tallim, his pet cat, stalking towards something.  One last look at the screen and he leapt to his feet grabbing the only things quickly at hand, an air soft pistol and a pillowcase.  He had to be quick if he was going to arrive before Talim had already had all the fun.

 

       He took off at a steady jog through the barn, past the still dying rodent, over a small hill before he slowed down creeping through the grass.  He could see the birdbath Talim was stalking towards and a quick glance revealed the cat still cautiously approaching.  Damian flattened himself to the ground mimicking his feline’s behavior and creeping closer.  He kept the pistol aimed just over the brim of the birdbath.  If they startled their prey before he got close enough he’d get one shot, just as Talim would get once frantic leap.  It was likely that he’d miss though.  He wanted to be as close as possible before alerting the prey so he stayed low and slow.

       Damian and Talim both stopped nearly the same distance from the ornament and held perfectly still.  The tittering and splashing that had been a constant for the entire time they’d been approaching had stopped entirely.  The prey knew then that it was hunted.  It was just a matter of waiting for the right moment to try to escape.  Damian got onto one knee resting his shooting arm atop his leg.  Talim rolled her shoulders one last time, her ears flattened against her skull.  She sprinted the final gap leaping first to the bath then ricocheting off in a back flip quarter twist that no human could follow, much less mimic.  What ever she’d leapt after she managed to knock from the air into the grass.  At the same time that Talim was capturing her prey Damian fired a single pellet from his air soft gun into his own target as it tried to flee.

 

       His quarry had barely hit the ground when he was on it gripping and flinging it into the pillow case.  “Talim!”  The tabby glanced over her shoulder and meowed angrily at her owner.  The cat was loyal to the one feeding her and keeping her out of the rain but at she wasn’t happy about her prey being stolen and tossed into the bag along side his own.   “Yes!  Finally!”  He ran back to the house at full speed ignoring, or perhaps enjoying, the pained squeals coming from the bag. 

       

As soon as he was back in the house he walked basement and looped the bag over a low hook.  He looked quickly around the basement and found a small dark bottle and opened it pouring a capful of the clear fluid onto the case.

Talim was close on his heels yowling at the top of her feline lungs the entire way.  “You did good today kitty.  Very good.  Just give me one second okay?”  He squatted down and gently pet the cat scratching behind her ears.  He brought her a saucer of milk and nuked some tuna, she preferred her food warmed.  “We cool here kitty?”  If Talim understood him the only answer she gave was a content sway of her tail back and forth as she started eating.

When Damian returned to the pillowcase only a few muffled sounds were still escaping from the case.  Damian picked up the bag gently carrying it over to his work bench and sat down.  He reached into the bag and pulled out an unconscious woman.

The woman he pulled out of the bag was perfectly limp in his hand.  She hung like a rag doll and she hadn’t been breathing and whimpering slightly she’d look like a doll.  She was petite enough to be a doll, just over twelve inches tall with her blond hair pulled back into a tight bun on the back of her head which was no larger than a grape.  Damian laid her gently down inside a back velvet box and started pulling the barely thigh length green dress over her hips.  The diminutive woman had a perfectly shaped ass, and the tattered dress just flattered the flair of her hips.  A twitch in his pants told him to put the dress back on her, and instead just cut the top off it off.  Using a small pair of sciscors Damian cut the green dress in half pulling the top away from the woman’s body.  A bright red circle the size of a pen cap or eraser sat dead center on her chest In the cleavage department the woman was a real disappointment, they may have been mosquito bites or pimples for how small they were, barely bumps on her tiny chest.  She did have cute little aerola with tiny almost invisible nipples on them.  The detail that stood out most about the woman was a two pair of nearly transparent wings extending from her shoulders.  Even up close they could only be seen when the light caught them properly and they shimmered. 

“I finally caught you.”  Damian felt his pants tighten again as he looked at her and grabbed a box of small push pins.  The first he pushed into wrist pinning her down.  He was mildly shocked by how little blood there was, only a trickle escaped.  He was able to pin both of her arms down before she started to regain consciousness.  Her lower lips extended in a pout that was more fear than pain and her eyes narrowed angrily.  For a moment Damian paused in place frightened that she might have some kind of powers but when he didn’t turn into a toad or go blind he just continued pinning her in place.  One pin through each ankle finished pinning the beautiful blonde in place.  “I’ll be back for you in a minute, I should get to your friend before she starts waking up.

He returned to the bag and this time pulled out another woman, this one was a little taller than the blonde, maybe fourteen or fifteen inches.  Her black hair was cut in a short pixie cut that normally would have framed her face.  A combination of sweat, blood and tears had plastered her hair to her skull partially concealing one eye.  Her outfit had been a two piece maroon half top that wouldn’t quite have covered her tits and a skirt with a slit on either side that did more to draw attention to her slender legs than to conceal her womanhood.  Talim however had destroyed the top and what remained  was wrapped around a single breast.  The skirt was wrapped around the woman’s ankles.

“Let me go.”  She whimpered groggily then winced.  Talim had done a number on the pint sized beauty.  The dress wasn’t the only thing she’d shredded.  Like the blond the raven haired beauty had wings, after the attack he only had three left and a red slit where the final wing had been pulled away.  Red lines that would have been annoying itches for a human were deep gashes for Damian’s victim.  “Beans and twigs, bugs and mice, shrink to the size of common head li-“  Damian thumped ran a finger over one of her gashes and she screamed.

“We’ll have no more of that.”  He pulled a tiny bit of cotton off a swab and jammed it into the woman’s mouth, securing it place with a rubber band.  Then he started pinning her in place.  “I think all fours is where a woman belongs don’t you?”  He chuckled and twisted the busty woman onto her hands and knees and quickly stapled her in pace, one through each ankle and one through each hand. 

“God it makes me so hard to have you two finally.”  He reached into his pants again and started jerking off as he watched the women struggle to escape his collection.  “So beautiful, so sexy.”  He grunted.  Damian was lewdly rolling his hips against his hand grunting the entire time.   Every time one of the helpless women whimpered he’d speed up.  “That’s it girls squirm for me!”  He squealed.  Damian’s fist pumped faster and faster.

A look of pure terror froze on the blonds face as Damian moved closer to her and finally pulled his dick free of his slacks.  He was barely five inches long, shamefully inadequate for most women but to woman just over a foot tall it was monstrous.  Her tiny chest started heaving, her eyes filling up with tears that trickled  down her cheeks.  If she could have screamed she would have, her mouth was hanging open but only the sound of bells escaped her lips.  Her blue eyes followed his fist up and down, up and down over his cock.  Pinned in place she could escape her fate.  Her terror wouldn’t even let her close her eyes.  She witnessed everything in slow motion.  When he started getting close she saw every change.  The skin of his scrotum shriveling and pulling in close to his body.  The angry purple crown growing as more blood flowed into it.  She watched as it pulsed with his heartbeat and finally when the piss slit opened and hot stick cum fired out of it.

The first ropy blast completely covered her head completely and trailed down her throat and middle.  A second suffocating blast of semen added to the layer on the blonde’s face and final stream hit across her midsection.  She couldn’t see through the cum, but she felt it when Damian squeezed out his few last drops onto her, then using the head of his cock started to rub it in to her flesh. 

       

The tiny woman would have been humiliated she was being used if she didn’t have a more immediate problem.  Pinned down as she was there was no way for her to wipe his cum from her face and it completely covered her face.  She was going to suffocate and obviously Damian didn’t care.  She did the only thing she could do.  The blonde had only one hope of survival and she took it.  Her mouth opened and she gulped down a mouthful of the salty fluid.  That wasn’t enough to clear her face so she wriggled her tongue out pulling more cum into mouth and swallowed again.  Several more mouthfuls and the pixie’s stomach was bulging from the all the cum but she was able to turn her head and steal a breath of air for her burning lungs.  She only got one breath before more cum oozed over her mouth forcing her to swallow more. 

       

“You look about ready to bust.”  Damian said.  He reached down and pushed on her stomach until she burped.  Grabbing his camera Damian took several pictures of the sperm soaked sprite then gently ran his finger over her head.  “Well that’s enough for right now.”  Damian whispered putting his dick back in his pants and leaving the blonde trying to catch her breath.   “Enough for you anyway.”

       He turned his attention to the raven haired fairy.  She was still just where he left her, on her hands and knees pinned into place like an insect on display.  The slashes she’d received from Talim along with the pins through her had bled out the small woman and she’d was slumped over in a pool of her own blood.  The cotton gag jammed between lips kept her silent as her tormentor turned back to her.  “Don’t worry little pixie.  I prefer blondes, so I’ll finish you quick.” 

Damian reached for a number two pencil and pushed it against the fairy girl’s anus.  As soon as the dull lead tip had pushed into her body she came alive struggling to pull away from Damian but she couldn’t escape him.  “Like a worm before you go fishing!”  He exclaimed as she wriggled and writhed.  Damian continued to push the wooden spike through the girl.  He didn’t stop when blood began to ooze from her.  He kept pushing even when he saw her chest expand.  He kept pushing until the pencil moving through her throat forced her head back and then the bloody tip emerged from her mouth.  Damian took the pencil by both ends and lifted her up off the table she’d been pinned.  He carried the impaled girl over to her friend and pushed the pencil into the table so the impaled beauty could bleed on her sperm soaked friend.  “Oh man.  I am so fucking hard right now.”  Damian drawled.  It was in that horrifying instant that the blond fairy realized what was meant by that some things were worse than death and the lucky, like her impaled barely twitching friend, never found out. . .