Part 5:

Mark cut Megan off by locking lips with her, his hands grabbing her ass and pulling her as close as possible. With her pelvis pressed against his, he stumbled back a few feet, then a loud click echoed across the room. Dust fell from the ceiling. Mark looked up.

Everything stopped.

About two meters above their heads, a large rock hung suspended in the air, frozen in time. The only thing able to move at that instant was Mark.

“Huh. Didn’t know I could do that,” he quipped, stepping away from Megan, whose lips were open slightly, the tip of her tongue coming just past her teeth, neck muscles tense. Her breast still squeezed as if pressed up against him - although he knew that this was all a charade, he couldn’t resist her beauty. Looking down he could see that her pussy was visibly moist - maybe she wasn’t entirely lying to him after all.

He looked back up to the stone, large enough to definitely crush a person under its weight.

The devilish grin returned to his face. He walked up to the petrified Megan, opening her eye lids and tilting her head up to look at the stone, sure that she could still see, feel, and hear.

“We can continue this after,” he told her while kissing up her tensed neck, his hand meeting her wet cunt, rubbing her clit lightly. “You kind of walked yourself into this one.” He whispered into her ear giving it a light peck, momentarily inserting his middle finger into her pussy. Removing his hand from her slit, he tilted her head back down, placing his middle finger in her mouth so she could taste her own sex, gave her one last passionate kiss on the lips, and stepped off to a safe distance.

With the power of Mark's thoughts, time resumed albeit very slowly.

Megan's tits that were flattened popped back to their normal large globe form.

And while Megan's body moved just as slow as the huge rock of doom falling down on her, her mind moved at the same speed as Mark's. And she heard everything he just said.

While part of her wanted to savor the taste of her sex on her tongue, she was far more concerned with the big problem currently looming down on her.

From Mark's perspective her face slowly changed expression from mid-seductive kiss to terror. And slowly but surely, she started moving her body to a running position to get away.

"FUUCK MOVE FASTER!" Megan screamed in real-time thought at her slow-moving body.

Megan’s body slowly sprung out from under the rock, all of the muscles in her body tensing in a beautiful display, Megan’s physical prowess impressed Mark, but he wasn’t just going to let an opportunity like this slip past.

"Safe!" Megan thought as she managed to make it out from under the stone. "W-wait, what are you doing?!"

Mark grabbed Megan from behind, one arm around her waist, the other around her huge tits.

Megan's face slowly turned from the elation of having escaped to frightened frustration as Mark moved her back underneath the falling stone - which was now almost level with the top of her head.

Mark managed to lodge her underneath right before it did level out with the red hair atop her head. No escaping for her this time.

Time froze again as Mark stepped out from under the rock, pulling another cigarette out of his jacket.

“Don’t worry Megan…” he said in a calming voice, tossing the cigarette up into the rock, which was immediately pulverized under the motionless force “…it should kill instantly.”

Time resumed in slow motion. Megan’s neck snapped almost instantly under the pressure.

Blood spurted out from Megan’s nose as the rock crushed the top of her skull, the force popping her eyes out of their sockets, one held on by the optic nerve, the other shot clean off landing at Mark's feet with a good look at the gruesome scene.

All Megan could do was scream in her mind as the stone made contact with the top of her head and the pressure traveled thru her skull to the weak part in her neck, severing it and 'killing' her instantly. However - as always - her mind remained intact. And she had the pleasure of being able to witness her destruction from more than one angle as her eye lay at Mark's feet looking right up at her body.

As her forehead began to crumple with her red hair going awry, her jaw dislocated causing her lips to part. Brain matter pored from her empty eye socket along with a fountain of blood, as the rock continued pressing down on her, crushing her nose and eye sockets, a growing pile of red mush forming under its might.

"Fuck me…" Megan thought to herself seeing the term 'redhead' take on new meaning for her body. Luckily all pain stopped for her the moment she died - which was relatively quick this time around…

As the rock continued its path, what was left of Megan’s skull, jaw and neck got slammed into her chest cavity. And Megan now had a serious case of "double-vision" by seeing both her body being crushed from the outside… and now seeing the insides of her chest as the stone began to pulverize it to mush. For a flash she could see her heart - beating both slow in time but fast in mind - before it exploded into pulp from the pressures above.

Multiple events took place as the rock made contact with her shoulders. The weight on her body caused her to scrunch, creating the cute little rolls across her stomach that girls usually get when the slouch. As the pressure grew her figure compressed further until the pressure was too great and her intestines burst out of her abdomen in a shower of blood.

Simultaneously the initial pressure caused her tits to bulge, but as it grew the tension was too great causing one tit to split down the middle, fat pouring out. The other stayed intact as her sternum cracked while the rock turned her shoulders to mush, cascading down, detaching her arms and remaining tit which fell towards the ground along with the stone.

Megan’s feet slipped out from under her as the rock crushed every last one of her ribs - causing her remaining body, now only a pair of legs and her lower abdomen ending at the diaphragm, to fall into the splits as the rock pushed her down.

Once her legs were at 180 degrees her pussy smacked the ground, the flesh leading down to her belly button crinkling and tearing under the rock. Her remaining abdomen began tearing in half from the bottom, her pussy lips and ass cheeks being pulled apart from her taint, the tear moving up as the rock came down. Separating until the two pieces, each going from the foot to the belly button, lay perfectly flat on the ground, becoming quite literally a perfect split.

The rock then crushed what remained into the ground, her detached arms shattering, her remaining tit bursting like a balloon, her two halves of pussy, ass, and thigh being mashed to a pulp. All that remained was her feet and shins, toes twitching and curling, off to the sides of the rock, spared due to her extra deep splits, and her eyeball which sat at Marks feet.

Megan's mind could only watch the absolute spectacle of her gruesome destruction - and feel herself being scrunched like an accordion.

"Oh my god…." she thought.

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To be continued (eventually)