The fluffy haired, black and purple costumed Noir coughed, the wind being harshly knocked out of Haru’s chest as she was pinched like a penny, before being yanked up high into the air, Joker and company only able to watch in confusion and worry.
“K-Kasumi… P-Please stop….” Haru chocked out, her mouth filling with a sickeningly familiar taste of coper as she felt her chest slowly be compressed. It was like the first time her father had forced her into a corset, her ribs cracking vocally under the pressure.
“Kasumi! You have to cut it out! You’re killing Haru!” Futaba’s eyes were as wide as they had ever been as she watched the warning signs flash all over her control panel. All there was was red, but that was just a cruel prediction to the events that were soon to become a reality.
“I know, that’s the point~” Kasumi giggled, her tone bubbly, deadly, and serious. Haru stopped her whimpering for a moment, looking directly into the sunlike stare of Kasumi’s glowing massive eyes. For that moment the pain seemed to leave her body, as if the giantess had gently relieved her grip.
Haru didn’t die the second Kasumi’s lips raised into her cheeks in a devilish smile, while her gloved fingers applied minimal pressure. No, Haru was very much alive as the cracking of vital bones popped into her ear.
She wasn’t even able to scream, Futaba having to take that honor as her headset was molested by the sounds of crackling spine popping in every direction, and broken rib slicing through Haru’s stomach, chest, and breasts.
The once beautiful and mature girls face was reddening like a tomato, but not due to embarrassment or anything sweet. No, her eyes started to bulge, the vessels in them popping, as her tongue stuck out of her well done neutral lips, splatters of pulpy tear ejecting from her throat.
Her Marie Jane laden legs shot up, her nerves cutting as if sliced by a straight razor, her body losing control with each bit of the spine ripped from where it was supposed to be. But even just this second of pure agony didn’t satiate Kasumi’s erotic bloodlust. No. She needed more.
“Yawn.” She playfully poured, as Haru’s face popped like a grape, the small amount of force Kasumi added sent the tiny girls already destroyed body over the edge. The pressure from Haru’s stomach rupturing was like a volcano, her eyes ejecting from their sockets, her delicate skin ripping from her face like a page of a book.
Any part not flattened like an insect bent in all the incorrect directions, before hanging limply, or even peeling off as was the case for Haru’s right arm. What remained of the splattered girls skull was now leaking pink and dark red matter all over Kasumi’s already red hands. She giggled, before remembering that there was indeed three more playthings that she eyed with an insatiable hunger.
“H-Haru’s… she’s dead Joker…” Futaba chocked out, she could feel the vomit demanding a release, but she tried her best to not give into the sickening acts request. It was quite obvious that Noir was dead, as bits of flesh and puddles of blood rained down onto the two horrified men that were frozen solid.
“Hmmm, you know~ I always wondered what the burger girl tasted like~” Kasumi giggled, her voracious appetite transferring from actual burgers, to a much more cannibalistic craving.
Raising her gore encrusted finger up to her mouth, she spread a healthy helping of Haru paste over her tongue. Kasumi’s reaction was unimpressed at first, before turning to a dissapointed look of dissatisfaction. “Nope. Actually Haru, you taste quite gross~”
Kasumi literally spat, pulpy bits of spit muddled gore shot down and impacted near where Joker and Crow stood. No one knew what to say. All that was left of their good, friendly, and warm senpai was a puddle of stinking clothing infused meat.
