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1692923545 | IAM1 | I stood, confused, opposite a gargantuan, luxurious armchair, a plump man perched atop it. 'Welcome, hero,' He began. His voice was prim and proper, with type 2 diabetes mixed in. 'I have summoned you to this world, to end a world-ending threat.' Ah, it was a typical isekai scenario. I nodded to the king as a pair of guards came holding a strange device shaped like a gun. When they pointed it at me, a screen lit up above it reading, 'Skillset alteration.' I stood dumbfounded as the guards marched away. 'Hero, use this power to save our kingdom, I beg of you.' The king said as I was ushered away by a maid. *** I stared at my status screen. HP: 100 MP: 100 STR: 10 END: 10 AGL: 10 INT: 10 WIS: 10 CHA: 10 SP: 52 (1/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. So apparently I could alter skillsets, which were the basis of power of this entire world. I rolled over in my luxurious bed, which I could use for the night before wandering out into the world to complete my quest, pondering my skill. By the looks of things, I passively gained skill points, but I couldn't find any other way to gain them. Unless... 'Skill creation:' I declared, 'SP gain increase!' A UI appeared in front of me which read 'Confirm, 50 SP' and two buttons below. I thumbed the 'yes' and a new skill appeared on my status screen. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 2 And now with my new skill, I was earning SP twice as fast! I continued pondering what I should do in this world. I was no hero, and there was probably no way I was going after the world-ending threat the king had mentioned. Then it hit me. I could create or edit any skill, and I had microphilia. 'Ooh,' I said to no one in particular, 'This is going to be fun.' *** I walked along the streets, shifting my backpack further up my back. I had been given 100 gold coins and a map to figure out where to go, which I gladly accepted. As I passed a few stores, a few caught my eye. Magic equipment, a bar, slaves... wait what? I took a double take at the slave shop, and sure enough, the sign that was hung up outside the store read 'Elven slaves'. Out of curiosity, I decided to take a look inside and spotted a wide variety of cages, most of them occupied by elves. A stubby stout man at the counter grinned at me and jubilantly exclaimed. 'Ah! Welcome friend! What are you looking for?' A bit surprised, I responded, 'Not much, just looking around.' He smiled and said, 'Well then, allow me to show you around!' He grabbed my hand and enthusiastically ran around his store. I observed the variety of caged figures, many sickly-looking and unhygienic. However, when he lead me to a section of his store, all the elves were in perfect condition but wore a look pleading for help. 'These, are the cream of my crop. My very best.' He pulled out the appraisal gun and appraised all of them, each one of them having a unique but powerful skill. 'And each one of them for the low price of 1000 gold!' I stared blankly at him. 'Uhh... no thanks, I'll pass.' I turned to leave, but one elf caught my eye. She had unkempt, dirty blonde hair, and a sick look in her pale green eyes. Her smooth skin was riddled with dark patches of dirt and scratches and was far too pale for a healthy organism. 'How much is that one?' I asked. The shopkeeper grinned once more. 'Ah! So you're just looking for a companion? That one has a weak earth skill, so I'd say around 10 gold.' I smirked, 'Perfect. I'll take her.' I said, slamming 10 gold coins on the table. The shopkeeper smiled and offered his hand, which I took. Suddenly, I felt a rush of power and searing pain on the back of my hand. I quickly withdrew it to find a character etched into the back, which faded. 'That symbol gives you full command over your new acquisition.' He said before unlocking the cage, pulling the elf, and shoving her toward me. She gave me a shy look and looked down as he gave me a multitude of papers, which I stuffed into my backpack. When we were outside, I stared at her. Though dirty, she was beautiful. A perfect first victim to my skill and fetish. 'So,' I asked. 'What's your name?' 'A-anything you want to call me m-master.' She said. I opened my mouth to object, but I thought for a moment. Hey, I was in a fantasy world with the power to do anything. Why not assert my dominance over this elf a bit 'Ok then, what about Ellania?' I said, blurting out the first elf name that came to mind. Ellania nodded, and we continued in silence. I thought about the things I could do. A regular shrink skill would be a classic, but a bit boring. I could edit a skill description to shrink the user upon usage... 'Master,' Ellania interrupted my thoughts. 'Could we get something to eat? I'm starving,' she said, but she quickly added, 'T-though of course you don't have to... you could feed me your scraps...' 'Nonsense' I stopped her. 'I have a bit of a treat for you in fact...' An idea popped into my mind at this. I took a look at my status screen once more, HP: 100 MP: 100 STR: 10 END: 10 AGL: 10 INT: 10 WIS: 10 CHA: 10 SP: 1214 (2/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 2 I had a good amount of SP gathered, and I was ready to create a new skill. 'Skill creation: Shrinkage' Another UI appeared in front of me, which read: 'Confirm? 1000 SP.' This one was a lot more expensive than the SP gain, which confused me a bit, but I thumbed the button anyway. Shrinkage - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per minute I lead Ellania into a nearby bar and ordered a simple meal. Ellania's eyes lit up when I split a tiny portion of my meal and offered it to her. 'Wow! Thank you so much, master!' She was about to attack the meal when I stopped her. 'Wait, it gets better.' I held out my hand and expended all my mana points into reducing Ellania to 1/10th of her size for 50 minutes. She quickly vanished, leaving a pile of her rags behind. When she next emerged, I had to stop myself from having my way with her then and there. She was sitting there, a mere 16cm tall, naked and confused. Wow! This world was getting better and better. With a shaking hand, I gently lifted her up and onto the table. Her body felt so soft and smooth in my grip, and her boobs were like small grapes between my fingers. 'W-what have you done master?!' She exclaimed, tears starting to form in her eyes. 'Well, a smaller person can enjoy a smaller meal better,' I said, trying to stay composed. When the realization hit her, she smiled and started shoveling the food into her mouth with her hands. I smiled while I enjoyed my own, getting a bit hard watching her. When we had finished, she still had around 30 more minutes, but I couldn't do anything too sexual with her yet, not in public. 'Hey, I have an idea.' I said to Ellania as she had stopped eating. 'Why don't we go to a nearby lake and I can wash you up?' She nodded enthusiastically. 'That sounds great master!' I lifted her up and dropped her into my pocket, carrying her rags in my backpack. When we had reached the lake, I fished her out of my pocket and lowered her into the water. She squealed a bit at the sudden temperature change, and even more when I started to 'scrub' her with my fingers. I massaged every inch of her body, getting the dirt of her skin, hair and other parts. I spent extra long on her breasts, causing her to flush a bit red at my touch. Finally, after 5 minutes, she looked much cleaner. The rags would just get her dirty when she got back to full size, so I decided to take her to buy new clothing. I walked into a textiles shop, and queried about woman's elf clothing. The lady at the counter gave me a quizzical look, but obliged handing me a simple white dress. After another few minutes, Ellania started to swell and grow back to normal, and I handed her the new dress, blushing and thanking me profusely. After wandering town a bit more, I sat down in a forest and pondered my game plan, while Ellania was practicing her skill. The map was sprawled out in front of me, and my status screen was glowing in the darkening evening sky. 'Okay,' I said to myself, 'I'm currently in Sol Villa, and the king wants me to defeat this threat at this cave.' I traced my finger along the path to the cave. 'But there's no way I'm doing that.' I said. I looked up at my status screen HP: 100 MP: 100 STR: 10 END: 10 AGL: 10 INT: 10 WIS: 10 CHA: 10 SP: 1174 (2/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 2 Shrinkage - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per minute I would need more power if I wanted to survive in this world, so there had to be some way I could increase my stats. I couldn't be bothered to train, so I created a new skill. 'Skill creation: SP to stats!' I yelled. 'Confirm? 1000 SP' I had expected it to be more, but I'm not complaining. SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Okay, there was the hidden cost. Now I needed a way to earn more SP... 'Skill alteration: SP gain increase, times 3!' I said, prompting another UI to appear 'Confirm? 150 SP' Only 150? Bargain! I stood up and gestured for Ellania to follow me, leading her back into the village and booking a room in an inn for us to share. After a bit more exploration and thinking, I fell into bed and passed out instantly. |
1692923576 | IAM2 | I woke the next morning, and my brain decided to immediately worry itself with the mortal complications of money. Staring at my money pouch, I had 88 gold coins along with a random assortment of other coins. Ellania slept peacefully in my place whilst I thought about my solution. 'I could just create a new skill, or sign up to a guild...' I looked back at Ellania and realized. I was in a fantasy world, and I had microphillia. A pretty good idea popped into my head. *** I sat on the grass of the forest, pondering, thinking about how I was going to go about my plan. I asked about the races of the world, and Ellania told me that there were 3 'true' races in the world. Humans, Elves, and Dwarves, with humans being the superior race. She said there had been a great war between these three races, but human intellect bested elven magic and skills, and dwarven strength, so it was common to see humans enslaving the other two. However, monsters were wandering around that seemed to materialize out of nowhere which humans hunted. 'These m-monsters provide food, materials, and magic items,' She had said. So just like an RPG game... I laid back on the grass and opened my status page. HP: 100 MP: 100 STR: 10 END: 10 AGL: 10 INT: 10 WIS: 10 CHA: 10 SP: 1875(3/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 3 Shrinkage - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per minute SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat I didn't know how to enslave others, so I decided to create life! When I tried to create the skill, it required over 10000 SP, so I had to wait a while unless I found alternative ways to earn SP. 'Hey Ellania,' I called, 'If you could make money in any way possible, how would you do it?' She stopped staring at the flowers and looked at me, pondering. 'W-well, I have always wanted to fight in battles against monsters...' She said, 'And we could sell the remains.' I shrugged, 'I guess that's our moneymaking method for the next few days. Let's go.' *** I had no idea how to fight... As we nervously treaded into the 'Adventurers Forest' I thought about some skills I could use to fight. I ended up creating a simple mana bullet skill for a cheap 200 SP. Ellania had decided to de-stress by picking flowers by the sidewalk until one attacked her. She reached out and a mound of dirt leaped out of the ground, whipping her hand sharply with the flower on its head. She yelped in pain as she used her other hand to blast it away with an earth bullet. I quickly leaped in to save her and sent a barrage of magic bullets at the monster, shredding the large mound of dirt to pieces. I went to observe the remains and picked up a glowing flower and rock. Sadly, I didn't have an appraisal skill or an appraisal gun, so I just stuffed them into my handy backpack and helped Ellania to her feet. 'T-thank you, master,' She stuttered, blushing a bit and looking away. I sighed, not wanting to start an isekai-style harem, and continued along the path. Suddenly, a shiver down our spines and a rustling in the trees stopped our advance, and a humanoid... cat-girl leaped out? 'Eep!' Ellania yelped, diving behind me. 'T-that's the demon of the forest!' The 'demon' had cat ears on its head, a black tail, and looked pretty cute. In a typical RPG fashion, a boss bar appeared, and boss music started to play. I was seriously under leveled for this... Without a word, the cat-girl leaped forward, placing a large scratch on my chest. -13 hp 'Ahh!' I screamed. It burned like hell. I staggered back, returning a few magic bullets in her direction. Using this time, I quickly checked my stats HP: 87 (-1/m, bleeding) MP: 52 (+1/m) STR: 10 END: 10 AGL: 10 INT: 10 WIS: 10 CHA: 10 SP: 1864(3/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 3 Shrinkage - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per minute SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. I flung my fist forward, slugging the cat demon in the face as hard as I could. It barely did anything, and I was met with yet another scratch on my arm. -13 hp I hissed in pain and withdrew from battle a bit. The cat demon had barely any scratches on it! I had to approach this differently. I took a glance at Ellania who was shaking like a leaf, I couldn't send her out to die. Then I mentally facepalmed. Of course, what else was I thinking? I dove forward once more and powered up my shrinkage skill as much as I could with my remaining MP. The cat demon leaped, and I fired off the skill. I watched as the demon shrink mid-air, latching herself onto my arm, merely tickling my skin with her tiny claws. I plucked her off my arm with two fingers and got a good look at her. Her clothes had dropped off when I had shrunk her, and I wasn't disappointed with her figure. She was petite but somehow managed to fit proportionally massive breasts. I couldn't measure the exact size, she was still slashing at me. Unfortunately, she was a monster, and I did what an adventurer does. I threw her onto the ground as hard as I could. When she got back up with a bit of difficulty, I took her in my grasp and started to squeeze. The bloodlust in her eyes had been removed and was replaced by fear. I ignored her cries of pain as I continued to tighten my grip, squeezing my eyes shut and looking away as I did so. This was going to get messy... Then, I heard a UI notification. 'You have subdued the demon. Do you wish to form a contract?' A what? I loosened my grip on the demon, and she collapsed to the ground, barely alive, but still breathing. I thumbed the yes button on my UI notification, and the back of my hand flashed with another symbol. 'Ellania, please explain,' I said slowly. 'W-well master, you have formed a contract...' She said, in as equal shock as I was. 'B-basically, if you form a contract, they are under your command and forced to obey you. It a-also gives them intelligence.' I stared back at the tiny demon on the floor and noticed another UI notification. 'What would you like to name the demon?' 'Uhh... Neko? No, that's uncreative. Niki? Equally uncreative but it's better. I'll go with that.' The demon was still unconscious on the floor, so I picked her up and handed her to Ellania for safekeeping. *** When Niki came to minutes later, she screamed in fear, causing Ellania to drop her in shock. I let Niki drop to the floor and sighed. 'Well, that's a fair bit more intelligence than last time.' I turned and pinched Niki by the sides, raising her to eye level. She squealed and frantically tried to cover up with her arms. Her ears drooped and her tail wrapped around her legs in a way that I could only describe as downright adorable. 'H-help!' She squeaked, 'Who are you? Where am I?' I stopped her flurry of questions by laying a finger over her mouth. 'You're Niki, a demon I formed a contract with.' Niki stopped panicking and I lifted my finger away. 'A... demon? Wait! So... all my dreams... were real?' She started to tear up. I guess she had spontaneously sprouted a conscience as well. I sighed again and placed her on the floor. 'It's fine, you were supposed to attack people. It was hardwired into you. No one blames you for attacking us' She grabbed my hand and cried into it. 'T-thank you!'. I couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for this demon who nearly tore us to shreds. When she let go, she once again noticed she was completely exposed and covered up again. I ignored this and turned to Ellania, who was watching on in fascination. 'Ellania, could you please take care of Niki until she grows back?' 'S-sure master,' She said, gingerly taking hold of Niki, smiling at her. Despite my slight annoyance and anxiety, I couldn't help but smirk. A new doll for my collection... |
1692923642 | IAM3 | Niki nervously twirled her ears as we entered the survival store, her pink polka-dot dress flowing in the wind. Upon entering the store, we were greeted by a disinterested young woman, who briefly gave us a show of her wares before passing out at the counter. 'Huh, that reminds me of me when I was younger.' I thought to myself. After staring at the map for some time, I made the executive decision to move to the next village which was larger and had more potential. 'Okay... Tent, sleeping bag, rations,' I mumbled, pulling items off the shelves. Ellania was keeping Niki occupied. Surprisingly, despite her shy nature, Ellania warmed up to Niki. I pulled up my statistics panel which had grown in the past seven days. HP: 200 MP: 520 (+2/m) STR: 20 END: 20 AGL: 20 INT: 52 WIS: 20 CHA: 20 SP: 165(5/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 5 Shrinkage - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per minute SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. Life fabrication - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. I had to put my plan to sell shrunken beings temporarily on hold as I needed insane amounts of MP to just create a lifeform that survives just a year. Though, this might be perfect to create a sex toy... We exited the store, ready to begin our expedition. The journey might take up to a week on foot, but it would be well worth it. *** I dropped the heavy backpack to the floor as Ellania started to make a campfire. Niki was out trying to catch a rabbit for our dinner. I decided to practice making a temporary lifeform with my skills. As I used it, a UI opened up, prompting me to select different options on how to create this new being. 'Let's see...' I muttered, 'Human, female, 23 years old, 3 inches tall, 1 hour,' I said, letting the system randomize appearances. I watched as a figure manifested in front of me. After the bright glow dissipated, the figure morphed into a beautiful young woman with long wavy brunette hair and brown eyes. She was also naked and 3 inches tall. Perfect. 'Wow,' I breathed as I observed the woman frantically look around, trying to take in her surroundings. 'What happened? Where am I?' She paused. 'Who am I?' I didn't hesitate and plucked her off the ground, her screaming as I did so. 'Let go of me!' She squealed. I ignored her protests and started to prod her and inspect her. My skill was incredible! It created a replica of a tiny human, down to the very last detail. That's when the greatest idea for a skill came to mind. 'Skill creation: fetish to SP!' I declared. A UI appeared, prompting me to spend 3000 points for this skill. I thumbed the yes button. It would be a valuable investment. The familiar skill description appeared in front of me. Fetish to SP: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 100 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Perfect. I turned my attention back to the tiny human in my hand and started to inspect her more intimate parts. I used a finger to start pressing her breasts. She screamed and tried to pry my finger away, but I continued. They hardened when I started to rub them, and I decided to move on. I ran my fingers up and down her thighs, enjoying the soft sensations. I went further up and started rubbing her clit. She half moaned half screamed and put up less of a resistance to stop me. I continued this way until she finally climaxed. I pulled my finger away, and it was covered in the sticky wet goodness. I smiled and dropped her in my underwear. I still had under an hour with her. After setting up the tent, I would have my fun... *** After the tiny woman had been covered in cum multiple times, her hour was up, and she spontaneously died. Huh. I simply tossed her into some nearby bushes and checked my status screen. HP: 200 MP: 520 (+2/m) STR: 20 END: 20 AGL: 20 INT: 52 WIS: 20 CHA: 20 SP: 5655(5/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 5 Shrinkage - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per minute SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. Life fabrication - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. Fetish to SP: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 100 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute The inner gamer within me desired a new skill, one, especially for growth. Since the 'Fetish to SP' skill had presented its potential, I could create some other skills that improved my skills. My mind flicked back to the times I played all those RPGs. Whenever I used a skill enough times, it would level up and improve. I could create a skill similar to that right? 'Skill creation: Skill level up!' -5000 SP 'Skill level up: When a skill is used, it has a small chance to level up. When a skill levels up, an aspect of it will improve automatically without the use of SP' That was nice I suppose. Not what I expected, but what else could I expect? 'Master!' Ellania stuck her head into the tent. 'Your dinner has been prepared!' I stepped outside and found a steaming bowl of soup waiting for me. By the looks of it, it had some sort of fresh meat in it, Niki must have caught a rabbit. I was about to dig into it when I noticed both Niki and Ellania had very small servings. 'You guys know there is more, you don't have to save it all for me right?' Ellania blushed and looked away, 'M-master, I was wondering if you could shrink both of us again, so we could enjoy a larger meal... Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to...' I grinned, 'Whatever made you think I wouldn't do that? Of course.' I stretched out my hand as they both shrink to 3 inches tall, their clothes dropping to the floor. I warp a hand around the two of them and place them next to their respective bowls of soup. Niki stares in confusion, and Ellania looks delighted. 'T-thank you!' She said as the started to use her oversized spoon as a makeshift bowl. I simply smiled and tucked into my meal. *** I laid on my back and watched the stars. The two ladies were bathing in the nearby lake and requested privacy, which this time I granted. I reflected on my experience in this world. It felt like a dream, a long-lost dream which I was living out. I heard shuffling in the bushes as Ellania and Niki appeared, dressed in sleeping wear. 'Master, we are ready to sleep,' Ellania said. I nodded and joined them in the tent. Three sleeping bags were laid out, and I just flopped into one, exhausted from the day's events. Before I was about to drift off, I felt a touch on my arm. It was Ellania, looking a bit frightened. 'M-master, I'm scared. I-I've never been out in the woods before, can I sleep with you?' I looked around at my sleeping bag. 'There's not enough room for both of us,' I commented. Ellania's head dropped, 'I understand master,' She turned to leave, but I raised my hand, using all my MP and shrinking her to 1/5 of her size. She tripped over her now gigantic clothing as I grabbed her leg. 'But if you're a foot tall, then we might have enough room,' I said, playfully dragging her towards me and holding her on my chest. She laughed and snuggled in, and we both drifted off to sleep. Top |
1692923961 | IAM4 | The next town was in sight as we continued to lug our heavy backpacks across the plains. It had been a few days, and I would never take a good bed for granted again. We encountered some monsters along the way, but with our combined efforts, we fought them off. Sweat poured down my forehead as I dragged the tent, sleeping bags, and heavy backpack along. To distract myself, I thought about the possibilities at the next village. Our money was getting low, only about 10 gold coins left, but we could sell off our monster bits for extra cash. I checked my status screen again, to view my options. HP: 200 MP: 520 (+2/m) STR: 20 END: 20 AGL: 20 INT: 52 WIS: 20 CHA: 20 SP: 40182(5/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 5 Shrinkage - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per minute SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. Life fabrication LV: 3- Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. When created, the organism's life is extended by 4X the original amount. Fetish to SP LV: 2: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 200 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Skill level up: When a skill is used, it has a small chance to level up. When a skill levels up, an aspect of it will improve automatically without the use of SP I had not spent any SP in the past few days, and let the level up skill do its work. This left me with a hefty amount of SP I could do whatever with. I decided to invest half to increase my SP gain to 15/m, and keep the rest on hand in case I needed it for anything. Then I realized, I mentally facepalmed. I should create an appraisal skill, it would help me out a lot. 'Skill creation, Appraisal!' -10000 SP (Yikes) Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entity's statistics they like. Interesting, so if I tried it out on Ellania... Entity: Ellania HP: 350/350 MP: 420/420 (3/m) STR: 12 END: 35 AGL: 27 INT: 42 WIS: 30 CHA: 7 Skills: Minor Earth manipulation: Allows the user to manipulate a small piece of the element 'Earth'. The more MP that is used, the more Earth can be used. Interesting. I decided to mess with Ellania a bit and test out my skillset alteration on others... -3000 SP Random shrinkage (passive): Every minute, there is a small chance that the user shrinks to a random range between 100% and 1% of their full size, growing back after 10 minutes. This can happen for a maximum of once per hour. Hehehe... My thoughts were stopped by a rustling in the bushes, and a goblin leaped out. All three of us stood on guard as it leaped. Niki slashed at it, I shot at it and Ellania threw up the earth beneath it. It was thrown backward into a tree, as its items dropped. We started moving again, eager to get to the new city. Frankly, we've had enough of these random goblin ambushes. *** The sun started to set, and we set up camp. What our party did at this point was routine now. Ellania sets up the campfire, Niki goes hunting, and I set up the tent. In the middle of setting up the tent, I heard a scream from behind me. I whipped around and watched as Ellania started dwindling. I internally laughed. The skill I created earlier was taking effect. Now the question was, how small would she get? I continued to watch as she slipped into her clothing, and noticed how this shrinking was far slower than mine. After a bit, Ellania crawled out of her clothing, three inches tall. 'M-master! Why did you do that?' I stared, 'I didn't shrink you,' I said. Ellania looked on confused, 'W-what do you mean?' 'I didn't use my skill on you.' I said, 'Didn't you notice how the shrinking was slower?' She pondered this for a bit and nodded. 'Okay, master.' She crawled out of her clothing and looked around. 'How am I supposed to cook now?' I picked her up and lifted her to the pot, handing her the massive spoon. She shrugged and accepted it, stirring the pot. After 10 minutes of me carrying Ellania around, she started to grow before my eyes. “Woah!” She yelled as I put her down gently. “I’m growing back!” I switched off the stove and inspected the stew while Ellania grew back. It looked great, all we needed now was for Niki to come back from hunting. When I turned back to Ellania, she had not put on her clothes yet. “Oh, sorry,” I said, turning back, but Ellania stopped me. “Master,” She said with uncharacteristic confidence, “You have been nothing but kind to me, and, I want to pay it back.” She ran her hands down her body, presenting her body fully to me. “Please master, is my body pleasing to you?” I took a moment to process what she was doing and smiled. “Of course, but there’s one way you can make it better.” Ellania tilted her head in confusion. “How so?” I reached out my hand and reduced her back to 3 inches tall. I grabbed her and lifted her to my face. .”Like this.” I said, starting to massage her body with my hands. She felt so soft, so… smooth. Ellania didn’t resist, letting me feel her up with my hands. I ran my fingers over her, feeling the hard lumps that were her breasts. She moaned in satisfaction, as I continued. I lifted her closer to my mouth and started running my tongue over her voluptuous figure. She tasted strangely sweet, a bit like syrup. I moved my attention further down, licking her thighs, and rubbing my fingers over them. When I got to her hole, she was already hot, sweaty, and on the brink of climaxing. “Y-yes master!” She exclaimed, prompting me to start gently rubbing it with my finger. She screamed in delight and a strange yellow, sticky substance coated my fingers, similar to honey. I assumed that this was elven cum. Ellania looked at me expectantly, and I showed her the substance on my fingers, and she motioned for me to… put it in my mouth? I did so, and it was extremely sweet and delicious. Its taste was not dissimilar from honey, strangely enough. Without missing a beat, I raised Ellania to my mouth and continued licking her, more of the delicious sweetness flowing into my mouth. Eventually, we had enough. Ellania was coated in my saliva, and I was partially covered in her cum. I took her to the nearby lake to clean up a bit. *** When Niki got back Ellania was still tiny. We figured out that around 10 minutes had passed during our “fun” and another ten when washing up. Out of those 20 minutes, I gained a whole 4000 SP from my skill. We sat around the campfire, chewing on bits of bread and stew, and gazing at the stars in the sky. After a while, we resigned for the night and went to bed. Ellania requested to be shrunk again to sleep with me, and I accepted her request. After today, I figured out that my power had so much more potential than I realized, and I was going to have fun. |
1692923964 | IAM5 | As we entered the new town of Rogscille, we were met with a bustling street, much busier than the one at Sol Villa. I looked at the variety of new shops it had to offer, and an extra stand that caught my attention. “Step right up! Pay a gold coin, win a fight against the mighty elf, and win 100 gold coins in return!” Ooh, that would be nice. I pulled up my stats screen to see what I could do HP: 300 MP: 1000 (+3/m) STR: 30 END: 30 AGL: 30 INT: 100 WIS: 30 CHA: 30 SP: 19245(15/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 15 Shrinkage - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per minute SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet (Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. Life fabrication Lv4 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. When the organism is created, its lifetime is multiplied by 8 Fetish to SP Lv2: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 200 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Skill level up: When a skill is used, it has a small chance to level up. When a skill levels up, an aspect of it will improve automatically without the use of SP Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Yeah, I could work with that. I turned my attention to the female elf on the stage, who looked exhausted, with scratches and dirt coating her, and appraised her. Luna Hp 5760 MP: 5690 (26.5/M) STR: 506 END: 576 AGL: 657 INT: 569 WIS: 265 CHA: 21 Skills: Sword dance: Increases user attack speed with swords by 100X for 10 seconds. Costs 1100 MP Ice manipulation: Allows the user to manipulate the element “Ice” Atmospheric freezing: Allows the user to gather and freeze water to form ice. With those skills, I could see why she was dubbed “The mighty elf”. Though I did need those coins, and I had a few thousand SP to spare… Secretly, I decided to modify her skillset to make it more favorable, and more… fun. I appraised her again and surely enough, those changes I had made were there. Skills: Sword dance: Increases user attack speed with swords by 100X for 10 seconds. Costs 1100 MP Ice manipulation: Allows the user to manipulate the element “Ice”. Costs 10 MP for every second the ice is maintained. Atmospheric freezing: Allows the user to gather and freeze water to form ice. MP to size: The user’s size will be shrunken to that percentage of MP left, with a minimum of 1% Stats reflection of size: The user's percentage in size also determines the stat total. In addition, I needed to buff myself, and I knew just the thing. Uncanny instincts: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 1000 MP And after burning the last of my SP on intelligence, I was ready to challenge the elf. “I’ll challenge her!” I shouted, stepping up onto the stage and handing the man a gold coin. A collective “Ooh” came from the audience as the man snickered. “Alright then.” He shoved the elf towards me. “Give him hell Luna” The elf nodded with a pained expression and formed two swords midair. I activated my uncanny instincts as she charged. I felt my body move out of the way automatically as I returned with a punch. Woah! This felt amazing! It whipped her over the face but didn’t leave a single scratch behind. The Elf gave me a sad smile as her swords started glowing. Suddenly, her head dropped to my chest height as she tripped over her now massive clothing. “W-wha?” The audience gasped as she struggled with her clothing and I took the opportunity to kick her away. “What a twist!” The man said, unaware of the full potential of the skill. “Is this a skill?” The elf activated her sword dance again and diminished further. By my calculations, she should be at 60% strength. She charged at me, her swords becoming literal blurs as she swung. Somehow, my body managed to dodge every single swipe as I watched her face morph from one of pain into one of shock. Then, something shocked both of us. My body dived away from a swing, I activated my shrinkage skill with as much MP as I could use. I watched as her swords clattered to the ground and her clothing dropped to the floor, just as my uncanny instincts faded. The audience murmured. “What happened?”, “Did he win?”, “What skill is that?” I stared at the clothing on the floor, and I didn’t see the usual lump. How small did I shrink her? Suddenly, I heard rustling from behind me as a hand covered my mouth. “Now that you have defeated her, you will be my new champion.” Wait what?! I panicked, kicking backward trying to pry the man off me, but I felt a fogginess in my mind start to creep in. I watched as the man held out a hand to the audience as it started to glow with dark red energy. “If any of you tries to stop me, I’ll end you on the spot.” The symbol on his hand faded away, and a new one formed. Wait, was he trying to control… me? Suddenly, the hand fell away and the fogginess left. I turned around to see a child-sized Luna, fully naked at his legs. She had an ice sword in her hand and had just slashed his waist. “Y-you!” He screamed. He started to glow reddish-black as he charged. I took the time to get some space and appraise the strange man. ??? HP: 405 (-5/s blood sacrifice) MP: 1023 (+13/m) STR: 53 (X10) END: 102 AGL: 23 (X10) INT: 120 (X10) WIS: 13 (X10) CHA: 123 Skills: Blood sacrifice: Allows the user to experience a steady drain of HP to increase stats, every HP leads to an extra 2X multiplier to each stat except for END and CHA. I watched as the battle between the two raged on, but the unknown man had the upper hand. Luna grunted and used her sword dance, shrining another 20% but placing multiple well-timed slashes across the man’s chest, knocking him to the floor. The man, enraged, got back up and his aura flowed even more. I watched as the man socked Luna so hard she flew across the stage and into a nearby wall, getting knocked out instantly. “Now,” He growled, “Where was I?” He turned back to me. Crap. He slowly walked towards me, hands crackling with energy. “Since I lost a servant, you’re going to have to replace her…” I was out of MP and SP, I couldn’t do anything as I watched him approach, getting closer with a menacing glare until he suddenly collapsed onto the floor. I appraised him, and nothing happened. Was he… dead? Oh, he overused blood sacrifice. I ran over to Luna, knowing he was a lost cause and picked her up bridal style. She was slowly growing back but was still unconscious. I took one look at my group and they nodded, encouraging me to bring Luna along with our party. Another member of the SW harem acquired. |
1692923968 | IAM6 | In a similar fashion to Niki, Luna jolted awake. We were alone together in the inn while Niki and Ellania left to eat dinner. When we searched the man’s body, we found over a thousand gold coins, which should solve our money issue for now. “Hey,” I said simply. Luna looked around panicked before calming down. “Y-you.” She said quietly. She brushed her light blue hair to the side as she whispered, “you’re the one who saved me.” Despite her quiet tone, I could still hear her. “Saved you?” She nodded “From that devil of a man,” She continued, “When he wanted you over me, he released the contract on me to take you instead.” “Huh, interesting…” I said. Suddenly, she got out of the covers and bowed toward me. “As such, I am forever in your debt.” Then she realized she was completely naked and hastily grabbed the sheets, blushing a bright red. I chuckled a bit and asked. “Why don’t you follow us around then? We could use a swordswoman in our party.” She nodded. “I’ll be glad to join you in your adventures, although I have a strange curse placed on me. Whenever I use my skills and mana, I shrink and become weaker.” “O-oh. That’s my skill. Don’t worry, I’ll remove them for you.” -3000 SP “Your skill is to shrink and weaken people?” “Yeah… something like that.” It would probably be suicide to inform people of this world about my true skill. She nodded and looked around the room, searching for a form of covering. “Ah, clothes,” I said, handing her the clothes that had slipped off during our battle. She muttered a word of thanks as I turned to let her dress. After a bit of time, Ellania and Niki came back, chatting together happily. I called them over to have a quick discussion. “Okay, now that we’re in Rogscilla, what should we do? Our money isn’t going to last forever, and I still don’t have enough MP to make that shop yet.” Ellania shrugged and Niki looked around aimlessly. “You could apply for a guild,” Luna suggested, “Or train to get your MP up.” I nodded. “Yeah, that would help. A guild would probably do both those things.” I said before standing up and getting ready to leave for the guild house. “You guys coming?” I asked, they all stood up and followed suit. *** “Okay.” The clerk said, “So you want to register as a party?” Ellania nodded, “Yup, the four of us.” The clerk smiled at us, “Then I’ll get each one of you to sign these papers and fill out these forms and get you your guild cards.” The form mainly consisted of personal information and skills. I put shrinkage and mana bullet there, not wanting to attract unwanted interest. The paper just made us not blame the guild if we died. When we received our guild cards, Niki excitedly jumped up and immediately attacked the quest board, coming back shortly after with a quest. “Collect the ancient treasure from an abandoned succubus cave!” She exclaimed, bouncing up and down excitedly. The quest was relatively low ranking and had a semi-decent reward of 10 gold. However, as most of our party was exhausted, we decided to just do it tomorrow. We rented out another room in the inn for Niki and Luna to share while Ellania and I shared the current one. Again, I was about to pass out when Ellania sat up and poked my arm. I smiled and knew what she wanted… Within a few seconds, Ellania was sitting in my hand, butt naked, presenting her pussy to me in a very alluring fashion. Wasting no time, I started rubbing, stroking, licking, kissing, etc. She was nearly instantly climaxing, coating my hand in her elven honey. I proceeded with licking it off, and sticking her entire lower body into my mouth, pleasuring her with my tongue. I caressed her breasts with a finger and licked her thighs as all her juices were ejected directly into my mouth. She was screaming with delight as I took her out and started my rubbing procedure once more. Then suddenly, she moved my hand away. “P-please master, I wish to please you now.” I gave her a confused look, and she gestured to my pants. I see… With a bit of hesitation, I lowered my pants and underwear, revealing an erect cock. Ellania gaped a bit at the relative size, before jumping out of my hands and starting her work. It felt like heaven, and I couldn’t help myself. Within seconds, I was coating her with a layer of cum, but she kept going. She wrapped my shaft in a bear hug and rubbed it with her whole body. I could feel her two breasts rubbing against me, and that made me even harder. Then she returned my favors by rubbing and kissing it, and I moaned with delight. With a final climax, we decided to end the night there. I got dressed and brought us to the bathroom to wash off. And that’s another 2000 SP gathered. *** We stood outside the cave, staring into its depths. The task said it was abandoned, but it didn’t make it seem any less ominous. Luna went in first, readying her sword, followed by me. It seemed we all had the feeling that something wasn’t right… Room after room, we explored, each one empty, yet still eerie. One room was filled with the remains of unfortunate travelers who had also explored this cave… some looking quite recent. Finally, we reached the last room and found the treasure marked on the quest. A glittering goblet etched with strange markings and enchantments. I reached out to grab it, then movement caught my eye. I spotted a statue crumbling, revealing a demon from within. The demon had a humanoid appearance, with red skin, horns, and bat-like wings. She was also wearing incredibly revealing clothing. “A-a succubus!” Ellania screamed. We didn’t need any more prompting. I grabbed the goblet and bolted, the rest of my party following suit. “Oh, leaving so soon?” We heard a seductive voice from behind us, and a strange feeling waged over me. I wanted to turn back? I shook my head and continued running, but each step slowly got more difficult as my mind fought back harder. Then suddenly, my body stopped. The rest of my party looked back in confusion as I mentally struggled. “Good, I hate it when my visitors leave,” The voice came again, and the succubus came into view. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break free of the force holding me. Instead, I mouthed to the rest of my party, “run.” Niki pried the goblet out of my hand and continued out of the cave. The succubus scowled for a second but then smiled. “Ah well, I lose one treasure,” she caressed my face with a hand, “I gain another.” This was getting creepier by the second. She ran her finger down my shirt, reaching my pants and feeling my penis. “Eh? Most men are harder than you at this point, you’re no fun if I can’t have sex with you. Give in to your desires.” She whispered in my ear seductively. Wait, give in to my desires? Hehehe… “Alright,” I said, “if you say so…” With a surprising lack of willpower, I raised my arm and fired my shrinkage ability, reducing the succubus to my “favorite size” for as long as I could. Her clothes dropped to the floor, revealing her whole, sexy body. Then, I picked her up and opened the fly on my pants. “Well Ms. Succubus, you know what to do,” I said, dropping her into my underwear. And sure enough, I felt her little body at work. My SP was going to skyrocket from this one. *** I left the cave, trying not to make it too obvious I was being pleasured, and we returned to the village, handing in our quest and taking our reward. After a torturous yet amazing 2 hours I returned to the inn and let loose, cumming all over my captive. I pulled the succubus out of my clothing, and she seemed very pleased. “Ohh, you’re a unique one aren’t ya? I love this!” She moaned, licking my fingers which were covered in my juices. I quickly checked my status page, HP: 300 MP: 1200 (+3/m) STR: 30 END: 30 AGL: 30 INT: 120 WIS: 30 CHA: 30 SP: 43625(15/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 15 Shrinkage Lv 2 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 5 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per 2 minutes SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet (Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. Life fabrication Lv4 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. When the organism is created, its lifetime is multiplied by 8 Fetish to SP Lv3: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 300 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Skill level up: When a skill is used, it has a small chance to level up. When a skill levels up, an aspect of it will improve automatically without the use of SP Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 1000 MP Woah, that was a lot of SP. I stared at the Succubus, still in my hand, and decided… “Skill Creation: Contract form!” -40000SP Contract form: Allows the user to force create contacts with any being, with a limit of 1 Perfect. A symbol flashed on the back of my hand and it floated above the tiny succubus for a second before vanishing. “Well love, you forced a contract upon me, that’s pretty sexy. And I don’t mind if we can do this every day” I nodded, “Yup, you’re going to be my farm from now on.” I said before stuffing her back into my underwear and watching my SP rise. |
1692923970 | IAM7 | I stood in the open clearing, ready to train. Usually, I wouldn’t be bothered doing this, but the ladies were out to have a day in the village. So with Keyla, the succubus, in my pants, I began… Deciding what to do. I sat down, thinking. Keyla was already doing her thing to my cock, so I had a steady stream of SP. I could work on my life manifestation skill again, hoping for the level to go up again. We needed this to make some money. Then I had an idea. My upgrade skill had a loophole. It upgraded based on repetitive usage, not the amount of mana I spent. So if I just repeatedly spent a minuscule amount of mana on my life or shrink skill, it should be infinite levels… right? Suddenly, Kayla hit a sensitive spot, distracting my thoughts and coating her with cum. I sighed with delight and decided to work on my shrinkage skill first. I created a human woman 6 inches tall that would last for about 8 minutes. Due to the skill upgrades, it would last about an hour. After watching the small naked woman in front of me gather her bearings, I started training, repeatedly reducing her in half for a minute, which barely cost any mana, and while the minutes passed, I had my fun… *** After a few good hours of my training, I had no mana and a pile of tiny corpses. Anyone who saw this would be very confused… I checked my stats screen HP: 300 MP: 3 (+3/m) STR: 30 END: 30 AGL: 30 INT: 120 WIS: 30 CHA: 30 SP: 62225(15/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 15 Shrinkage Lv 5 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 3 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per 5 minutes SP to stats - Allows the user to expend 200 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet (Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. Life fabrication Lv7 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. When the organism is created, its lifetime is multiplied by 128 Fetish to SP Lv5: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 500 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Skill level up: When a skill is used, it has a small chance to level up. When a skill levels up, an aspect of it will improve automatically without the use of SP Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 1000 MP Satisfied with my progress, I decided to end training today. I opened my fly and pulled Keyla out. She was covered in my sticky white stuff and pleasuring herself. I also noticed the entirety of my underwear and pants were coated in cum as well. I needed a shower… When Keyla noticed she wasn’t hugging my cock anymore, she looked up at me and greeted me. “Hello Master, are you finished with me today?” She had a bit of a disappointed tone. I nodded. Keyla sighed as she reclined in my hands. “You taste the best out of all the people I’ve met,” When she noticed my mortified expression she giggled and waved her hand dismissively. “Doing worry about it. Now get me cleaned up!” *** Our party gathered together, ready to discuss our new plan. “So, I think we have just enough to rent a property for a bit” I started, “and I can start to sell my life forms. I’ve managed to get them to last about a week, and slightly less if I spawn a full-sized organism.” Our party nodded in understanding. “I think we saw an empty property we could rent out on the streets earlier today,” Ellania commented. “Okay, let’s check it out then.” *** A few hours later and we had ourselves a property of our own for 10 gold a day. It came with the “starter” furniture for our shop, and we were ready to open. We marketed our products as “tiny slaves.” People would buy that, right? I also pumped all the SP I had into INT and WIS to increase my mana pool, increasing the maximum duration to a few months. Within minutes of opening, I had a curious customer enter the store. “Hey, is it true that you’re selling slaves?” I nodded. “Yeah. But these ones are 3 inches tall and last a few months.” “Wait, then what’s their use?” “Pleasure. You can do anything you want with them.” “Hmmm…” the customer pondered. “I’ll take one. How much?” “Well, it’s a silver coin a day, so if you’re going for the full time about 90 silver. The man shrugged and pulled out a large clump of silver coins and dumped the on the table. “That should be 90.” He said. I nodded and asked. “How would you like your slave to look like?” The man pondered for a bit. “Well, I think I would like it to be a female elf, with blonde hair and a nice figure I suppose.” “Okay, I’ll be just a minute,” I said, going to the back. The ladies were there discussing the future of our store. I selected the options the man chose, adding “obedient” to the personality list. This caused a tiny elf to materialize in my hands, which I handed to the man. “Enjoy!” I told him as he stared in wonder and left the shop. *** After a few more happy customers, I decided to close up for the day, to find Ellania child size in the back, all the ladies surrounding her. “M-master! What happened?” Luna exclaimed. I stared at Ellania. “I’m not sure. I didn’t do this.” Technically I did, but not directly… Niki picked her up and cradled her in her arms. “You’re so cute!” Niki said, rocking Ellania like a baby. “H-hey! I’m not a baby!” Ellania said, struggling her way out. I chuckled briefly at their antics and said, “We had a pretty successful day today, we should go out for a fancy dinner tonight.” *** We sat inside what seemed like a medieval-style steak house where a variety of exotic meats were being served. I ordered two dishes, and Luna stared at me in confusion. “Master,” She started. “There are four of us,” I smiled and told her, “I forgot, you’re still pretty new to this right?” “New to wha- woah!” I interrupted her sentence as the three ladies dwindled to doll size. I lifted them all to the table to enjoy one dish as I consumed the other. Luna still looked like a lost puppy. “Go on, eat.” I said, “it’s not poisoned.” She shrugged and tried to use her oversized utensils, but eventually gave up and simply created an ice sword that was used as a skewer. I smiled and tucked into my “Earthbull meat”, relishing the rest of the night. *** One advantage of now owning our property was that we didn’t have to rent out the inn anymore, and we all shared a room on the upper floor. The disadvantage is we didn’t have a lot of space. However, space wasn’t an issue for me. I laid down beside 3 doll sized women, (4 if you count the succubus in her jar, pleasuring herself) and thought about my journey so far… I was brought to this world by a king to save the world from a threat I met Ellania as a slave in a slave shop, I met Niki after fighting her in the forest, I met Luna after recently fighting her in the village, And all the while I was training and getting stronger. As I closed my eyes for the night, I wondered where the future would take me next… |
1692923973 | IAM8 | *About a month later* I was starting to enjoy my life in this world. We had piles upon piles of coins due to our surprisingly successful business. My stats were starting to increase at a rapid rate, and I had my very own harem of women who could be shrunk to doll size whenever I pleased. I was stacking jars filled with shrunken slaves up onto the shelves. They could last up to a decade now, which meant I had to revamp the cost system to a gold coin a year. Ellania came out of the “crew room” counting yesterday’s profits, which amounted to a few hundred gold coins. And of course, my stats were looking pretty incredible compared to a month ago… HP: 2000 MP: 5000 (+20/m) STR: 200 END: 200 AGL: 200 INT: 500 WIS: 200 CHA: 200 SP: 625000(100/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 100 Shrinkage Lv 5 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 4 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per 5 minutes SP to stats Lv 3- Allows the user to expend 50 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet Lv 2(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is doubled when fired. Life fabrication Lv 12 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 100 MP. Fetish to SP Lv8: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 800 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Skill level up Lv 2: When a skill is used, it has a slightly higher than a small chance to level up. When a skill levels up, an aspect of it will improve automatically without the use of SP Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 2: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 900 MP I had more SP than I could ever use and was still earning more by the minute. I gave Kayla a permanent shrink skill so that I didn’t have to constantly spend SP to keep her small. “Master, it’s nearly time to open!” Niki yelled from across the store as she helped stick 10 GC price labels onto the new “products.” I had decided to prepare a bunch of “base products” and display them, and let people order custom ones if they wanted. I sat at the desk and created a tiny new woman to play with while I was waiting. I still marveled at my amazing lifeform creation skill, and the accuracy it had. And due to my practice, it barely costs anything for any lifeform under a yearlong lifespan. I ran my finger up the woman’s side, her attempting to escape my grasp. I fondled her a bit before a regular came in. “Ah! Welcome back! The usual?” I greeted The man nodded, slamming another gold coin onto the desk. I created a blonde, beautiful 3-inch-tall elf with glowing blue eyes and handed it to the man. She seemed enthusiastic about being handed to the man and almost immediately started pleasuring herself. I guess that’s what “horny” gives you… “You should stop breaking her you know,” I said to the man, “They’re supposed to last a year.” He shrugged. “She breaks herself. It’s weird.” He replied. After a few customers simply chose their slaves off the shelves, Luna took over as I went to take a break in the village. I strolled around and saw a new poster. “Wanted: Ereline Irwine” I stared at the magic photo and saw a woman who was wanted apparently for theft. I continued and went into a bar, ordering a drink. A tap on my shoulder distracted me from my thoughts, and I turned to see a figure covered in a dark cloak who said, “P-please, I need your help.” Without a second thought, I stood up and followed this mysterious figure out into the street and between two buildings. The alley we had gone into was dark, shady, and exactly the type of alley I would expect to get robbed in. Then, sure enough, the figure dropped her hood to reveal the face projected onto the poster earlier. She pulled out a knife and held it at my throat. “You know what I want. Give it to me.” I sighed and took out my money pouch, emptying the 100 gold coins onto her palm. She grinned and pulled her hood back up. “Pleasure doing business with you.” She said before turning to leave out of the alley What she didn’t expect was for me to reduce her to the size of a doll when she tried to leave. Her empty cloak fell to the floor as I fished around in them, seizing a miniature figure. When I withdrew her, she was fighting back. Punching, screaming, slapping, etc. I also noticed she did quite have a curvy figure… I decided to turn her in for the reward and began walking to the nearest bounty Hunter station. I ignored the strange stares we were receiving and continued down the streets. Eventually, I was at the station, handing the miniature thief in and ensuring that she would grow back later. Upon returning to my store, I was met with a dusty brown pouch filled with glittering pieces. “Master! Some guy came in and bought nearly our entire stock!” Luna yelled in excitement. “Wow!” I replied, “I wonder what he needed all of them for though…” We counted our total profits and decided that we needed a safer place to put all of this. I decided now would be a great time to use my SP. “Oh yeah! I picked up a portal skill from someone!” I lied. I still couldn’t reveal my secret. “Skill creation: Portal” -10000 SP Portal: Allows the user to create pairs of portals that cost 10 MP/m to maintain per pair. Portals can be of different sizes. Two birds with one stone, a new shrinking method and a way to store our gold. I decided to make the small safe at the back our “pocket dimension”. I emptied it and formed a small portal there and a larger portal in front of me. Theoretically, this should make our storage space over 100 times larger. I also instructed our party to never take directly from the safe, because all the money would be tiny and unusable, and instead, I created a permanent pair of portals they could use. And so the day went on, until the closing hour, after which I decided to test the new shrinking method. “Hey Ellania,” I said while the others were packing up. “You up for a night of fun?” She smiled and nodded eagerly, following me upstairs. I hung a do not disturb sign on the room, indicating me and Ellania were “de-stressing.” “Okay,” I said once the door was locked. “I want to try something else today,” I summoned a pair of portals, one 1/12 the size of the other. “Can you stand over there by the full-size portal?” She did so, and I reached into the smaller portal, my fingers coming out the other at 12 times the normal size. Ellania screamed in shock. I grinned and pushed my hand deeper into the portal and wrapping around Ellania and pulling her back out of my portal. Sure enough, it was as if she had been shrunk by my skill, though this time I had the luxury of tearing her clothes off. I began with her top, gently pulling at the fabric and lifting it over her head, revealing her miniature C-cup bra underneath. Usually, all of this simply falls off, but not this time. I turned her over and fiddled with the clasp a bit, her enjoying the sensations. When it finally came off, I didn’t hesitate with lifting her to my mouth and sucking on the breasts. She moaned and I continued stripping her, pulling off her pants and underwear, getting us to the stage we were used to. “Well master,” She said, “Are you ready?” |
1692923976 | IAM9 | I stared at the paper hanging on my store door. “The Irwine sisters are coming for you” Irwine, wasn’t that the surname of that thief I had caught last week? That means that the siblings of this thief caught wind of what I did to their sister and… they were after me now? “Master? Aren’t you worried?” Ellania asked, hugging my arm. “Worried? Not really, though I do feel a bit underprepared.” I stretched and tore the poster down, bringing it inside. As the others were opening the shop, I sat down on the couch and pondered. “Well, I need to train, but I also need to run the shop.” I laid back, “I think I’m limited on time…” I thought back to my previous life in my previous world. What did the characters do in their training arcs? I jolted upright, an idea forming in my mind which was flashbacking to the times of Naruto. “Skill creation, clone!” This skill will cost 1000000SP Confirm? Excuse me WHAT?! I checked my status window: HP: 2000 MP: 5000 (+20/m) STR: 200 END: 200 AGL: 200 INT: 500 WIS: 200 CHA: 200 SP: 2050000(100/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase: Multiplies SP gain by 100 Shrinkage Lv 5 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 4 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per 5 minutes SP to stats Lv 3- Allows the user to expend 50 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet Lv 2(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is doubled when fired. Life fabrication Lv 12 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 100 MP. Fetish to SP Lv8: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 800 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Skill level up Lv 2: When a skill is used, it has a slightly higher than a small chance to level up. When a skill levels up, an aspect of it will improve automatically without the use of SP Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 2: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 900 MP EXCUSE ME WHAT?! As it turns out, I had severely underestimated the power of 100 SP/m and leaving it alone for a few days. I shrugged and hit yes. Clone: Allows the user to create a direct duplicate of themselves, connected to them. It will share the user’s stats. It is not sentient and must receive orders from the user. It cannot use active skills. When created, each clone will use up 20 MP/m Perfect. I also poured SP into my WIS to increase my MP gain, and with that, I created a clone. I didn’t know what to expect, it was an exact copy of me. But for some reason, I felt connected with it indescribably. It was connected to my stats so… I created a miniature lifeform and handed it to the clone of me with the instruction, “Have fun.” Without hesitation, the clone of me started to tease the miniature woman, and within seconds my SP was going up. That was going better than I expected. I hurried the clone into the private room and created a tiny woman that lasted at least a year and called it a day for my training. *** When the store closed, and profits were counted I laid back in bed with a tiny naked Luna, Niki, and Ellania on my chest. I decided that tomorrow, I would go out, make some skills, and train. Who knows when the Irwine sisters would show up? I felt a light tap on my finger to find the three girls looking at me with seductive looks. I grinned and started the beginning of a fun night. *** With over two million SP points in my inventory, I was ready to start some skill-making. I sat on the grass in the forest, thinking about the various skills I would need for a battle. I start with some basic elemental skills, putting a minor hole of around 10000 SP in my pocket. Then, I turned my attention toward my existing skills, and how to strengthen them. I pondered how I could strengthen them without spending a ridiculous amount of SP every time. Then I thought about my level-up skill, what about evolving that? I edited my level-up skill, spending as much SP as I could, before ending up with this. Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally I stood up, ready to start training. *** I wiped the sweat off my brow. A few hours of training did wonders for my stats. Me: HP: 2000 MP: 5000 (+20/m) STR: 200 END: 200 AGL: 200 INT: 500 WIS: 200 CHA: 200 SP: 20300(300/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase Lv 3: Multiplies SP gain by 300 Shrinkage Lv 12 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per 10 minutes. When a target is shrunk by this skill, all their stats will be divided by the magnitude they are shrunk. SP to stats Lv 3- Allows the user to expend 50 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet Lv 23(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is X20 when fired. The user can combine this with other skills to have them activated at a distance. The user can spend double MP to fire a barrage of bullets. Life fabrication Lv 17 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 20 MP. The user can add skills to their life form for extra MP Fetish to SP Lv13: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 1000 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally. Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 2: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 900 MP Fire control Lv 7: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control the element “Fire” Earth control Lv 8: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control the element “Earth” Water control Lv 6: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control the element “Water” Air control Lv 8: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control the element “Air” Was I starting to get OP? Absolutely. Would I be ready for whatever attack I was facing? Also absolutely. I was essentially unstoppable… Right? |
1692923981 | IAM11 | Waking to screaming and the smell of smoke probably wasn’t a good sign. I quickly bolted upright and darted to my window. The village was in ruins, many buildings incinerated or still ablaze… And a dragon in the center, spewing flames everywhere. This was fine… I turned back to the bed and found the three girls still a few inches tall, naked, asleep, and covered in my cum. I quickly used my water manipulation to get them cleaned up and awake. “What’s happening, master?” Ellania asked, yawning. “Wait… dragon?” Luna asked, smelling the air. I nodded and Luna immediately paled. “Master!” She exclaimed, jumping up. “We need to get out of here now!” Confused, I summoned the portals to return them to normal size, and they found some spare clothing. What was so dangerous about… Then my mind processed that it was a dragon. I grabbed the jar that Kayla was in and used my portals to warp us out of the building and I started running into the forest. Hopefully, this should be safe enough. Calming down, I took a glance back at the dragon who I watched flying away in the other direction. My companions and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Luna,” I said, leaving Kayla in my pocket dimension for now, “does that dragon attack much?” She nodded. “Every year, the dragon comes and burns part of our village, stealing most of the village’s treasures as well.” She scowled. “We’ve tried taking it down, but it’s too strong!” “Wait, did you say it has all the treasures?” I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Well, yes, I think…” I stood up and declared, “we’re going to find that dragon den and take all its treasures!” The other three stared at me dumbfounded. “WHAT?! Are you crazy?!” Luna exclaimed. “We’ve tried taking it down already!” “But I haven’t,” I replied. “And I want to.” Luna opened her mouth to object but instead replied, “well, if anyone can do it, it’s you, master.” *A few hours later* And so, we began our glorious quest of stealing the dragon’s stuff. The village had supplied us with everything we could need, and we started moving after I had stuffed everything into my pocket dimension. “This is like the time we moved from Sol Villa to Rogscille,” I commented The trip was supposed to take a year, but I had a portal ability and lots of mana. I could warp us forward a fair distance from each portal, so I estimated it would take a week or so. The sun started to set, so we pulled out the rations and tents from the pocket dimension and set up camp. We gathered around the campfire I had lit with my fire skill and chewed on our dried jerky sticks and such. It was an uneventful night with the only notable thing being Ellania shrinking to 1 inch tall for a few minutes. Then, we bundled together in the tent and slept the night away. *** We stepped up to the base of the mountain. Usually, this would be a few months climb… I summoned a portal and stepped through it, motioning for the others to follow. The week had been an uneventful yet exciting one. We all trained a bit (if enjoying the feeling of Kayla in my pants was training) and the various ambushes kept us all on edge. I opened up my stats page to check if I was ready for this… HP: 2000 MP: 3569 (+20/m) STR: 250 END: 250 AGL: 250 INT: 550 WIS: 250 CHA: 250 SP: 22807900 (700/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase Lv 7: Multiplies SP gain by 700. The user can sacrifice MP regeneration to boost this number temporarily Shrinkage Lv 17 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per 20 minutes. When a target is shrunk by this skill, all their stats will be divided by the magnitude they are shrunk. The user can also spend 50 MP/cm to reduce a target’s size permanently SP to stats Lv 5- Allows the user to expend 10 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat. The user can also use this skill on others Magic bullet Lv 31(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is X20 when fired. The user can combine this with other skills to have them activated at a distance. The user can spend double MP to fire a barrage of bullets or make the bullet explosive, also allowing the effects of any spells to have an area of effect. The user can now fire a laser of mana with the same effects. Life fabrication Lv 21 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 10 MP. The user can add skills to their life form for extra MP. When created, the user can apply MP to instantly create a contract with the being. Fetish to SP Lv 28: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 5000 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 30 seconds Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally. Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 6: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 400 MP. If allowed, the skill can also automatically use skills and attacks. Fire control Lv 17: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Fire”. This skill can also be combined with other elemental skills Earth control Lv 21: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control huge amounts of the element “Earth”. This skill can be combined with other elemental skills Water control Lv 13: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Water” Air control Lv 17 - At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Air” Portal Lv 14: Allows the user to create pairs of portals that cost 1 MP/m to maintain per pair. Portals can be of different sizes. It also allows users to create portals to “pocket dimensions” for an additional 8 MP/m. The user can create a pair of portals at a location if they have been there before, and create portals based on line of sight. Clone Lv 3 - Allows the user to create a direct duplicate of themselves, connected to them. It will share the user’s stats. It is not sentient and must receive orders from the user. It cannot use active skills. When created, each clone will use up to 10 MP Contract- allows the user to force a contract upon a being at the cost of MP. Max 1 being. Well, I had 22 million SP so I suppose I had enough. “Well guys, are you all ready to fight the dragon?” I asked. The three girls nodded eagerly. We cautiously treaded into the deep cavern, me lighting a fire spell in my hand that illuminated the walls of the cave. As we walked deeper into the labyrinth, Ellania swore she could hear something, something big. Then, the roar. We all froze and looked up at the monster opposing us. It was a gargantuan dragon, flames shooting out of its nostrils. It opened its mouth and attempted to burn us alive, but I diverted the flames with my skill. We backed up and threw everything we had at it. I quickly appraised it to see how powerful it was. Entity: Ruby Hp: 12600 Mp: 18279(72.6/M) STR: 1392 END: 1260 AGL: 261 INT: 2652 WIS: 726 CHA: 547 Skills: Dragon transformation – At the cost of MP, the user can transform into a fire-breathing dragon. Wait, so this thing was a thing transformed into a dragon? And it was using MP to do so? -1000000 SP Mana drain - allows the user to drain all the MP from a target. Cool-down 1 day I stretched out my hand and activated the skill, and sure enough, the dragon began diminishing and gaining more humanoid features. When the transformation ended, I was standing in front of a petite woman with bright red hair and eyes. She looked around in confusion and then at me. “H-how…” She didn’t finish because I shrunk her to 1/12 of her size and stuffed her into my pocket dimension. I’ll deal with her later. I smirked at my party and chuckled at their dumbfounded looks. “Looks like this anime protagonist is speeding through these arcs,” I joked When their looks changed to confusion, I laughed and said, “don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s get all this treasure into my dimension.” *** We returned to the village and declared our victory against the beast. To prove it I pulled the now full-sized Ruby out of the pocket dimension and asked for an appraisal tool. When the villagers had verified that it was in fact the dragon that had terrorized them, they discussed what to do with her. “Execute her!” “Capture her!” “How are we supposed to contain her if she can turn into a dragon?” “Someone place a contract on her!” I piped up, “could I keep her as a slave?” They all looked at me, some looked pleased, others suspicious. “Should we give that much power to him?” “Well he did take her down in the first place, it would be nice,” “What if he turns against us?” “Do we have other options?” After a bit of debate, the villagers came to a unanimous decision to leave Ruby in my possession. Ruby looked a bit relieved but still terrified. I gave her a sorrowful look and motioned for her to hold out her hand. I had upgraded my contract skill so I could now hold a max of 2 beings under my control. “I’m sorry, but the villagers want me to do this.” I grabbed hold of her hand and placed a contract with her. She didn’t struggle, just looked at me and nodded. After a brief conversation and a few oaths with the villagers, we made our way back to the store and noticed it was relatively unscathed given that it had probably been blasted by an inferno after our departure. The only signs were a mildly scorched exterior and a few items that had been upset. “Most of these buildings were fireproofed by a spell,” Luna said, observing the damage. That explained why there weren’t too many things destroyed. We showed Ruby around the place, gave her a room and we flopped into bed, exhausted. And as the day drew to a close, I smiled. Another harem member. |
1692923983 | IAM12 | Another month passed, and strangely enough, I was beginning to feel boredom. I had piles of money, a harem, anything I ever wanted, but it wasn’t enough anymore. As I was caressing tiny Ellania’s breasts, she asked “Is something wrong master?” She said, I sighed and said, “well, in all honesty, I’m feeling a bit bored.” “Am I not enough for you master?” Ellania asked, a bit saddened “No! It’s not that! It’s just… we haven’t seen anything new in a bit. We should go out sometime as a group. To some other village or something.” Ellania thought for a moment. “That would be a good idea master!” I smiled at her and continued to rub her little lumps. I had gotten better after many months of “training”. Ellania moaned in delight as I licked her delicious cheeks, separating them with my tongue and harvesting her sweet syrup within. It still surprises me that elves had sweet cum, it was almost asking for them to be sex toys. I ran my tongue down the length of her back, causing her to shiver at my touch. I massaged her entire body with my hands, feeling every curve and putting a bit of pressure on her sensitive parts. When we both had enough, I left her on my chest as we both drifted off to sleep. *** The next day, we were off to the next village! I left a clone in the shop as we stuffed everything into the pocket dimension. This time, I took Kayla out to enjoy the view. As we stopped to take our first break, I checked the new more detailed map of the region. “Hey Luna, do you know what the kirri clan is?” Ruby piped up. “Oh them? I think it was an elven village I destroyed a while back. They should be pretty harmless.” I stared at the map in confusion. If they were harmless, why would they be marked on the map… oh well. It might be outdated. We continued our walk through the forest which was getting denser by the second. Suddenly, an arrow appeared out of the bushes and stabbed my arm. -27 hp I grunted in a bit of pain as I removed the arrow, blocking more that came with my air manipulation skill. Suddenly, we were surrounded by a group of elves, holding various weapons and using various skills. “Master? What do we do?” Luna asked nervously. “Get ready to fight!” I replied, my hands lighting up with mana. As they charged, I hit some of them with mana bullets and earth skills, using fire to push others back. The others weren’t faring so well. Ruby, Ellania, and Niki were out cold, Kayla was being inspected, and Luna was furiously using her skills to no avail. Then, I felt a dull pain in the back of my head as I blacked out. *** I awoke to the sound of scraping and an excruciating headache. After I got my bearings, I noticed I was placed in a prison cell, alongside Ruby. “I apologize, master, as it turns out, they were not harmless.” “You don’t say…” I groaned in pain as I sat up and checked my hp alongside my stats. HP: 865(2.5/m) MP: 5000 (+20/m) STR: 250 END: 250 AGL: 250 INT: 550 WIS: 250 CHA: 250 SP: 3447782900(1300/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase Lv 13: Multiplies SP gain by 1300 from all sources. The user can sacrifice MP regeneration to boost this number temporarily Shrinkage Lv 23 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP hour. When a target is shrunk by this skill, all their stats will be divided by the magnitude they are shrunk. The user can also spend 20 MP/cm to reduce a target’s size permanently. When the target is small enough, the user can force a contract for the cost of SP SP to stats Lv 5- Allows the user to expend 10 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat. The user can also use this skill on others Magic bullet Lv 31(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is X20 when fired. The user can combine this with other skills to have them activated at a distance. The user can spend double MP to fire a barrage of bullets or make the bullet explosive, also allowing the effects of any spells to have an area of effect. The user can now fire a laser of mana with the same effects. Life fabrication Lv 21 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 10 MP. The user can add skills to their life form for extra MP. When created, the user can apply MP to instantly create a contract with the being. Fetish to SP Lv 33: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 5500 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 30 seconds. This ability can also amplify any skills that achieve the user’s fetish. Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally. Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Measure: Allows the user to view an entity’s current height. Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 6: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 400 MP. If allowed, the skill can also automatically use skills and attacks. Fire control Lv 17: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Fire”. This skill can also be combined with other elemental skills Earth control Lv 21: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control huge amounts of the element “Earth”. This skill can be combined with other elemental skills Water control Lv 13: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Water” Air control Lv 17 - At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Air” Portal Lv 17: Allows the user to create pairs of portals that cost 1 MP/4 minutes to maintain per pair. Portals can be of different sizes. It also allows users to create portals to “pocket dimensions” for an additional 4 MP/m. The user can create a pair of portals at a location if they have been there before, and create portals based on line of sight. Clone Lv 5- Allows the user to create a direct duplicate of themselves, connected to them. It will share the user’s stats. It is not sentient and must receive orders from the user. It cannot use active skills. When created, each clone will use up 8MP/m. The user can “switch” with the clone, allowing the user to transfer their consciousness into the clone temporarily. Contract- allows the user to force a contract upon a being at the cost of MP. Max 2 beings. Mana drain - allows the user to drain all the MP from a target. Cool-down 1 day Turns out that bash and everything before I woke up did a number on me. Just how strong are these elves? A female guard walked past, so I quickly appraised her to get a rough idea of how strong the general warrior was. Lineth Hp: 4500 MP: 5000 (25.4MP/m) STR: 643 END: 450 AGL: 678 INT: 500 WIS: 254 CHA: 174 Skills: Sense: The user can passively know the position of every living being in a 10m radius. Woah. These elves were powerful. And I had a strange feeling that this was one of the weaker ones. Okay, maybe if I used my crazy quantities of SP then I could obliterate them, but where was the fun in that? “Why don’t you try turning into a dragon?” I asked Ruby, but she shook her head. “If I did, I would probably squash you to death,” Ruby replied. “Okay fair enough,” I said. I held out my hands and started blasting the bars with fire, hoping to burn or melt them. Unfortunately, the fire is bright, and that attracted the guard’s attention. “Hey! Inmate! Stop that!” The guard yelled, pulling out a weapon that I did not want to test its function. “Okay, I’ll stop.” I resigned. “Your trial is in an hour.” The guard glared at me. “Behave until then.” She looked quite beautiful. I would love to get my hands on her… I shook my head. When the time comes, I will… I decided to prepare a bit for the trial, and an amazing idea entered my head. -30000 SP I replaced my shrinkage skill with Size manipulation Lv 23 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink or grow a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller or larger the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP hour. When a target is shrunk or grown by this skill, all their stats will be divided or multiplied by the magnitude they are shrunk. The user can also spend 20 MP/cm to reduce or increase a target’s size permanently. When the target is small enough, the user can force a contract for the cost of SP All I needed to do now was just sit back and wait for the trial. This was going to be fun. *** The time of the trial had come, and my companions and I were lined up on a stage in front of many, many armed elves. Was this their version of a firing squad? Seems like a bit of a harsh punishment for trespassing… I looked around at the crowd and noticed they were all female for some reason. Oh well, it’ll make this much more satisfying. A very muscular elf with brunette hair and brown eyes walked up onto the stage and glared at us. “We do not like visitors from the outside…” the woman growled. The elves behind her cheered and hissed at us. “Today, you will make a choice! Swear your allegiance and become a slave to the Kirri clan, and we will show you mercy.” She pointed a spear at my throat. “Refuse, and we will turn your body into a bloody pulp.” “Yeah, that’s a no from me,” I said without hesitation, activating uncanny instincts. In the blink of an eye, I teleported all the girls except Kayla out of there. Instead, I teleported her into my hands. “Master,” Kayla said calmly as I dodged the incoming projectile. “You know we both don’t have any blood fetishes,” “I know. But I’ve got another plan. You’re getting a promotion.” I said as I activated size manipulation, increasing my size to 12X while increasing Kayla’s to 144X, making us roughly equal in height. “Ooh, I like this!” Kayla said in excitement as she started undressing. I sighed and smiled. I’ll let Kayla be Kayla… In the meantime, I have a village of elf girls I want to capture. Due to all the increases in stats, I could barely feel any of their attacks. I reached down into the crowd and tried to scoop up a handful of elves, managing to procure a good amount of figures cowering in my hands. After admiring them, I deposited them into my pocket dimension. I looked over at Kayla, who was on the floor, fully naked and moaning. She had crushed a few houses and other structures by rolling around. I looked at her and noticed she had stuffed a few elves into her pussy and her cleavage. I sighed and continued on my rampage. Another swipe at the crowd and another handful of girls gathered. I would have so much fun with these guys later. Some elves trying to escape were quickly blocked by the massive earth wall I summoned, and gathered up by either myself or Kayla. Finally, the village had been cleared of elves. We kicked down the houses and other structures to find any stragglers, and once we were satisfied, we lowered the walls and buried the evidence. Once the effects of the skill wore off I removed Kayla’s permanent shrink skill so that she would be the same height as Niki roughly and I asked her to put on some clothes. Then I teleported the group back to us and explained. “Wow master, you never fail to amaze us!” Niki said, dangling a tiny elf by the foot. I smiled and thought for a bit. I had a good idea of how to contain the elves. -1000000000 SP Dimensional creation: Allows the user to create a new world with qualities of their choosing in a new dimension. This world can be connected freely by portals created by the user. Costs 1000000000SP to make 1 world I opened my pocket dimension and charged a mana bullet with the largest harmless explosion I could muster and fired the infused spell. If I calculated correctly, all the elves should be a few inches tall now. I created a new world similar to Earth, with monsters and all, and sent them into the new dimension. Now I could access them wherever I wished. I turned to the group and smiled. “We should keep moving. We’ve been delayed enough by this encounter.” We found our items in the wreckage and continued on our journey. Today, I definitely wasn’t bored. |
1692923985 | IAM13 | I gazed across the hill over which once stood our destination. It had been completely decimated, turned to ash. But by what? “Master, what should we do?” Niki asked. “We should probably check it out,” I said, trekking down the hill to the destroyed village. When our party reached the base of the hill and made it to the village, we started inspecting it for any survivors. We searched through the piles of rubble, tossing aside charred planks and stones, revealing nothing but more ash. Eventually, we reached the largest building, and when we removed the planks, we found a strange metal hole with a few stones covering it. Ruby lifted it off as we climbed into its depths. “Master, I heard coughing,” Niki said, her cat ears twitching. I shrugged and followed the direction in which Niki had heard something. Sure enough, there was a moldy wooden door covered in moss and other various signs of age. I cautiously pushed it open to reveal a large room containing a group of people huddled together. “Who are you?” One of them asked. “Are they gone?” Another asked, “Is it safe?” “Wait,” I said, “what happened.” “That demon came that’s what!” A voice, seemingly agitated yelled out “Demon?” I inquired “Yeah! That stupid demon that comes every time to just blow us up!” “I didn’t see any demon…” “Wait, so it’s safe?” Another voice piped up. I nodded slowly. The villagers got to their feet and started climbing out of the metal hatch from earlier. I follow suit and find each villager at their pile of rubble and gently pouring a strange liquid into it. The next thing I know, the materials have been restored and the villagers were piecing buildings back together. When I approached one of them to ask what was going on, they explained. “Every now and again, a demon attacks our village. We don’t know why, and they don’t steal anything. They just burn everything to the ground.” She holds up the potion. “This is a potion the village alchemist made, and it returns materials back to the original state.” I nodded in understanding. “I see…” I said, looking around. The foundations for most of the buildings were complete and they were nailing them together. I decided to help out because I had nothing better to do. Finally, the buildings were complete, and people were busying themselves with restoring the village further. The sun was setting, so I decided to pitch the tent and pay a visit to the elves. I leaped into the portal and found a tiny village at my feet. I had made the world scale the same as the elves, making me feel like a giant above the tiny figures. Not even a minute passed before I had elves firing tiny arrows and slashing at my feet, a few of them launching skills toward my face. I shrugged them off and bent down to pick one up. I was going to need one for my next plan. I swiped up one at my foot, stripped, and observed her. She was quite slender, with b cup breasts, and a bit on the smaller size at 4 inches tall compared to the average 5 inches. She had dark hair and eyes and an Asian appearance. Perfect. I exited the world and returned to the tent. “Hey, Kayla! I have a surprise for you!” I called out. Kayla looked at me with a mixed inquisitive and seductive look. She was so gorgeous… I presented her with the elf in my hands, and she immediately pounced, tearing off her clothes and stuffing the tiny thing into her pussy. Well… I can’t say that wasn’t expected. Part 2 of my plan was to create a new skill… -10000 Sexual share – allows the user to share any sexual sensations their contracts are feeling. Can be toggled on and off I nearly instantly collapsed due to the sheer intensity of the feeling. I immediately got hard and SP started pouring in. Succubi must have enhanced sexual feelings… Hopefully, I could get used to this, I can’t exactly convince Kayla to stop. *A month later* I had become acquainted with the village folk, and we were going out and doing our own thing. Some people here were quite interested in my wares as well. With Kayla in my pants, I decided to check my status screen. HP: 2500(2.5/m) MP: 5000 (+20/m) STR: 250 END: 250 AGL: 250 INT: 550 WIS: 250 CHA: 250 SP: 81158032000 (1300/m) this is getting insane… Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase Lv 13: Multiplies SP gain by 1300 from all sources. The user can sacrifice MP regeneration to boost this number temporarily Size manipulation Lv 24 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink or grow a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller or larger the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP hour. When a target is shrunk or grown by this skill, all their stats will be divided or multiplied by the magnitude they are shrunk. The user can also spend 15 MP/cm to reduce or increase a target’s size permanently. When the target is small enough, the user can force a contract for the cost of SP SP to stats Lv 5- Allows the user to expend 10 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat. The user can also use this skill on others Magic bullet Lv 31(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is X20 when fired. The user can combine this with other skills to have them activated at a distance. The user can spend double MP to fire a barrage of bullets or make the bullet explosive, also allowing the effects of any spells to have an area of effect. The user can now fire a laser of mana with the same effects. Life fabrication Lv 23 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 5 MP. The user can add skills to their life form for extra MP. When created, the user can apply MP to instantly create a contract with the being. Fetish to SP Lv 36: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 6000 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 30 seconds. This ability can also amplify any skills that achieve the user’s fetish. This ability is amplified based on the degree to which the user is satisfied Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally. Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Measure: Allows the user to view an entity’s current height. Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 6: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 400 MP. If allowed, the skill can also automatically use skills and attacks. Fire control Lv 17: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Fire”. This skill can also be combined with other elemental skills Earth control Lv 21: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control huge amounts of the element “Earth”. This skill can be combined with other elemental skills Water control Lv 13: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Water” Air control Lv 17 - At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Air” Portal Lv 17: Allows the user to create pairs of portals that cost 1 MP/4 minutes to maintain per pair. Portals can be of different sizes. It also allows users to create portals to “pocket dimensions” for an additional 4 MP/m. The user can create a pair of portals at a location if they have been there before, and create portals based on line of sight. Clone Lv 5- Allows the user to create a direct duplicate of themselves, connected to them. It will share the user’s stats. It is not sentient and must receive orders from the user. It cannot use active skills. When created, each clone will use up 8MP/m. The user can “switch” with the clone, allowing the user to transfer their consciousness into the clone temporarily. Contract- allows the user to force a contract upon a being at the cost of MP. Max 2 beings. Mana drain - allows the user to drain all the MP from a target. Cool-down 1 day Sexual share – allows the user to share any sexual sensations their contracts are feeling. Can be toggled on and off . I stared at the insane amount of SP I had and contemplated what I should do with it. I decided to stay in the village to fight the demon because I could. I held on to the SP, just in case I needed it later. However, tonight I promised my party a night of fun. The sun was slowly crawling below the horizon, so I hid in the tent and waited. The first one to enter was Niki. Immediately, I made her drop into her clothing and I picked her up. I haven’t spent much personal time with Niki, so this was nice. “Master? Are you going to play with me?” Niki asked her tail and ear twitching. I smiled and nodded at her, starting to trace her figure with my finger. She shivered as I ran my finger down her side. I played with her tail, noting that she was aroused by this action. I continued my journey up to her well-sized breasts and fondled them till they became hard. I continued with this until Luna stepped into the tent, at which she also fell victim to my skills. I pleasured them both at the same time, inserting my pinky fingers into both of their pussies as they sprawled out on opposite hands. Since I was out of fingers, I ran my tongue up Niki who was in my right hand, and she screamed with delight. I wrapped my tongue around her ample breasts as she pleaded for me to continue. Luna was not left out, I sucked and inserted my tongue between her legs, harvesting the sweet elven cum. Right on cue, Ellania walked in on the party. She started stripping and laying down next to me, waiting for me to shrink her. I appeased her and she immediately attacked my cock, rubbing and kissing it, causing a stream of cum to flow and coat her. Finally, Ruby walked in, and her fate was no different. I gathered the four girls in my hands and somehow pleasured them all at once. My tongue and fingers were hard at work, ensuring that each girl had a bit of attention and that I had my variety. Fortunately, Kayla was already receiving her pleasure due to the sexual share skill, and her quirk that amplified it. When the moon was high in the sky, each girl had enough, and we all collapsed. “Oh yeah, the shrinking won’t wear off for a few days,” I informed them. They all cheered. |
1692923988 | IAM14 | Yet another month passed at the village, and they started to warn me to take all my valuables and hide with them in the bunker. The demon came every two months on the first Thursday. “Haven’t you guys tried fighting them off?” I inquired, and all of them nodded. “The demon didn’t like that too much…” A villager said, gesturing to the local cemetery. I understood. I turned to my companions and told them to pack up the tent and bring it to the bunker. “What about you master?” Ellania asked. “I’m going to try to convince this demon to get out of here, with a bit of force.” *** Hours passed and many tried to convince me to just hide with them. I insisted that I would be fighting the demon and that I would defeat them. Just to make sure I would defeat it, I simply raised all my stats to 10000, which only cost around 100000 SP. I was getting stupidly broken. I spotted a floating figure with a dark cloak above the village and readied myself for a fight. The figure outstretched its hands and the ground around me erupted. In a panic, I leaped up a few meters, dodging the blast. Turns out strength and agility 10000 was pretty powerful. I touched down and appraised the being. Name: <Concealed> Hp: 1092090 MP: 2636960 (7438.6 MP/m) STR: 167805 END: 109209 AGL 352689 INT: 263690 WIS: 743868 CHA: 152683 Skills: <Concealed> <Concealed> Well, that wasn’t good. That meant I had no idea what their skills were, and also they had 10 times the amount of stats I had. With a sigh, I gave up an extra few million SP to raise my stats to their level. The demon stuck out their arm again, threatening to blow the ground up from under me again, so I used my earth bending to launch myself off the ground and launch a barrage of fire-infused mana bullets at them, causing them to redirect them with a wave of its hands. Knowing I couldn’t stay in the air without using my air bending for long, I created a new skill that should help me fight the demon. -1000 SP Flight – allows the user to hover and move in the air. Takes 1 MP/s to maintain -100000 SP Flight – allows the user to hover and move in the air. Perfect. Now I could freely fight. Though I would need to figure out what the demon was using on me. I saw the demon form energy in its hands before flinging the ball at me, which I quickly dodged. In return, I created a ball of molten magma and launched it at the demon. I watched as the ball paused in mid-air before it was redirected back at me. That was it, telekinesis. I tested my theory by firing a jet of high-pressurized air, and sure enough, it hit their chest and launched them back a few meters. I could technically remove their skills, but where was the fun in that? I flung more bullets and balls, which forced the figure to dodge and weave in between them before they were slammed in the chest with the mana bullet infused with fire and earth. When the explosion cleared, they had a hole seared in their cloak, and they revealed a pair of breasts. Big ones at that. Perfect, now shrinking was on the table. Angered, she launched rocks from the ground up and I activated my uncanny instincts to dodge between them. I retaliate by knocking some of the earth spheres back in her direction using my earth-bending abilities. Suddenly, I felt the air shift and I started dodging imaginary things. She must be manipulating the air with her telekinesis. I watched as she placed her arms in front of her and the air being to glow. Wait what?! I leaped out of the way as an anime-style beam was shot past me. The sheer heat of the plasma burned me as I lost hp. “Yeah?” I challenged. “You’re not the only one who can manage that!” I charged up my fire, earth, and mana sold all together, cupping my hands out and yelling “final flash!”. A yellow-blue beam shot out, plasma encircling mana. The woman raised her arms and skill to block it as it hit her. I heard a scream of pain as the beam died down. The woman had survived with some pretty severe burns, but her clothes weren’t so lucky. I instinctively averted my gaze as the woman got her bearings. “What?! You… YOU…” I had enough and fired my shrinking bullet at her and deleted her skills. Then I realized she was plummeting toward the ground at an alarming rate. I pushed my flight skill as hard as it could go, getting under the mystery woman and catching her. When I inspected her, she looked scared for her life. She has auburn shoulder-length hair, which was covered by the cloak. She also had brown eyes and a nice hourglass figure. I drifted to the ground, stuffing the woman in my pocket, and was met with a cheer from the inhabitants of the village. They thanked me profusely for ridding them of the evil villain that plagued their town. I brushed it aside, claiming it was a threat to me as well. Nonetheless, I was still praised. Escaping from the villagers, I excused myself into the tent and withdrew the tiny, naked, shaking lady. “Alright, what’s your name first of all.” I said, using a tone that implied, “screw up and I’ll crush you.” “S-Sara…” She whimpered. “You don’t look like a demon… why were you terrorizing this village?” “I… I was collecting things for my master…” I sharply tapped her stomach, causing her to wince in pain a bit. “Elaborate.” “Well, my master has a skill that allows her to absorb any skills and strength of a person she killed… She put me under a bond that allowed me to collect and she gained the stats… She threatened to kill me…” Her eyes welled up with tears and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for her. I sighed and lifted her head with my finger. “Listen, I’m not going to kill you. Though the shrinking is going to wear off in a few days, and in that time, you should repent. I’m also giving you to Kayla.” “Who?” As if on cue, Kayla bursts into the tent, shooting me a seductive look, but her attention changes to the tiny woman sitting on my hand. “Ooh! A new toy!” she greedily snatches her out of my hand and I turn off my sexual sharing skill. While Kayla was enjoying herself, I stepped outside and greeted the remainder of the party. “Alright, so we have a new problem on our hands. There is a powerful being out there that absorbs others’ skills and strength by ending their life. We’re going to have to start training, then we’re going to seek them out.” “Why?” Luna enquires. “Because I feel like it,” I replied with a smirk. *A week later* The past week was full of sweat, tears, and gains. Everyone tried their hardest to grow stronger, and I applied a few of my skills to provide them an extra boost… Sara had been “assimilated” within my harem and was now accustomed to my special training every night. I scanned my stats to see if any skills could be added. HP: 47271240 MP: 68302120 (9539064 mp/m) STR: 1820323 END: 4727124 AGL: 1937201 INT: 6830212 WIS: 9539064 CHA: 2732829 SP: 81628136000 (1300/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase Lv 13: Multiplies SP gain by 1300 from all sources. The user can sacrifice MP regeneration to boost this number temporarily Size manipulation Lv 24 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink or grow a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller or larger the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP hour. When a target is shrunk or grown by this skill, all their stats will be divided or multiplied by the magnitude they are shrunk. The user can also spend 15 MP/cm to reduce or increase a target’s size permanently. When the target is small enough, the user can force a contract for the cost of SP SP to stats Lv 5- Allows the user to expend 10 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat. The user can also use this skill on others Magic Bullet Lv 31(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is X20 when fired. The user can combine this with other skills to have them activated at a distance. The user can spend double MP to fire a barrage of bullets or make the bullet explosive, also allowing the effects of any spells to have an area of effect. The user can now fire a laser of mana with the same effects. Life fabrication Lv 23 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 5 MP. The user can add skills to their life form for extra MP. When created, the user can apply MP to instantly create a contract with the being. Fetish to SP Lv 36: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 6000 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 30 seconds. This ability can also amplify any skills that achieve the user’s fetish. This ability is amplified based on the degree to which the user is satisfied Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally. Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Measure: Allows the user to view an entity’s current height. Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 6: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 400 MP. If allowed, the skill can also automatically use skills and attacks. Fire control Lv 17: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Fire”. This skill can also be combined with other elemental skills Earth control Lv 21: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control huge amounts of the element “Earth”. This skill can be combined with other elemental skills Water control Lv 13: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Water” Air control Lv 17 - At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Air” Portal Lv 17: Allows the user to create pairs of portals that cost 1 MP/4 minutes to maintain per pair. Portals can be of different sizes. It also allows users to create portals to “pocket dimensions” for an additional 4 MP/m. The user can create a pair of portals at a location if they have been there before, and create portals based on line of sight. Clone Lv 5- Allows the user to create a direct duplicate of themselves, connected to them. It will share the user’s stats. It is not sentient and must receive orders from the user. It cannot use active skills. When created, each clone will use up 8MP/m. The user can “switch” with the clone, allowing the user to transfer their consciousness into the clone temporarily. Contract- allows the user to force a contract upon a being at the cost of MP. Max 2 beings. Mana drain - allows the user to drain all the MP from a target. Cool-down 1 day Sexual share – allows the user to share any sexual sensations their contracts are feeling. Can be toggled on and off Flight – allows the user to hover and move in the air. Strangely enough, my SP didn’t raise too high, probably due to me not focusing too much on it. However, my base stats were sky-high. There was no possible way I could lose to whatever this master was. I turned to all my allies and appraised them. Each one of them was at least matching my power or exceeding it. Okay, maybe I used my SP a bit much… Then, came the day of the expedition. I asked Sara where this mysterious person was located, and she pointed at the cave that was marked on my map. Oh boy… this was going to be fun… |
1692923991 | IAM15 | The winter winds howled as we trekked closer to our final destination. Portal jumping was efficient until we had traveled so far up the blizzards were blocking my view. “M-master, how far are we?” Ellania asked, shivering slightly. I checked the map, seeing as we were about halfway up the mountain. The rest of the party cursed as we continued trekking. Before Ruby threw her arms up exclaiming, “I’m so tired! Can we set up camp here for the night?” I glanced around at the rest of the party, and they seemed to be agreeing with her. I nodded and I guided everyone into the alternate dimension. Given that it was too cold to be outside without proper gear, we camped out in the elf dimension. Kayla and I were particularly pleased about this decision. Luna uprooted a stack of tiny trees to throw into the kindling I had set up, Ellania preparing the cooking pot. Niki went out to hunt the tiny beasts and Sara and Ruby were satisfied talking. I pitched the tent and stretched, eager to get on some erotic action with a few lucky elves. Kayla followed me out into the elven village. The village was no longer hostile, given that they could no longer hurt us, but that didn’t mean they were exactly friendly. Screams were heard as elves rocketed into their houses, hiding from the pair of us. Kayla looked at me and motioned for me to come a bit closer. “Shrink me.” She whispered in my ear. Confused, I did so, watching as she sprawled out in my hand, butt naked. “Again.” She said simply. “W-what?” I sputtered. I had never shrunk anything this small before… aside from Luna. “Yeah. I want to be even smaller.” Kayla clarified. I obliged and shrunk her again. She diminished to the size of my fingernail and smiled. Without another word, she leaped off my hand and disappeared into the village. I shrugged and got to work myself. My raid on the villagers was like a game of roulette, but I won every time. I smiled as I tore the roof off of a random hut, hitting the jackpot of a lovely, brunette young elf. She screamed as she watched me grasp her waist, raising her for the customary inspection. She had big brown eyes and long brunette hair and looked astounding. Like a model from the modern world, she had a perfectly shaped figure, with ample breasts and a behind to match. I started picking at her clothing, her knowing she was powerless to resist my fondling. When the final piece of fabric came off, I wasted no time undoing my pants and rubbing my sex toy against my manhood. The two mounds felt divine against my shaft, and I relished in the sensation of the warm figure rubbing me. Barely a minute passed and the poor elf was choking on my cum. She kneeled in my hands, trying to wipe away the white substance, only for it to be replaced with more. I admired how she looked, coated in my juices, eyes pleading for help. I sprayed her with water, reading her for the next part. I ran my fingers up and down her body. Squeezing and fingering her breasts and cheeks, her squirming only served to arouse me further. I spread her legs with my fingers, rubbing her clit with my pinky, harvesting the sweet honey from my labors. I ran my tongue across her thighs and vagina, slowly pushing her further and further in, and before I knew it, she was buried up to her head in my mouth. I happily licked and licked, making sure that no part of her body escaped my touch, before pulling her out. The woman was wet and shivering, covered in my saliva and cum. I decided to shove her in my pocket for Kayla, she would appreciate it. Then I realized that I needed to find Kayla, who was the size of a bug in my perspective. I wonder what she was doing anyway… *** I sighed at the minuscule Kayla in my palm. She was covered in elven cum, probably as a result of “pussy diving” as she liked to call it. The other girls were shocked when we got back, especially at Kayla’s situation. Soup was served and I slowly sipped at it, thinking. “What’s wrong master?” Luna asked. She and Sara had partnered up with them taking turns to drink from the massive bowl while the other held them up. I glanced down at her and smiled. “Nothing… Just thinking.” My mind flashed back to the beginning of our journey, to the time I met Ellania. I smiled remembering the first time I had held a tiny woman in the palm of my hand, and even had a chance to fondle her a bit. Then to Niki. A dream come true, a doll-sized catgirl was a desire that only fantasy could supply. Luna was a blessing. A beacon of knowledge and power guided our party through this mysterious world Kayla was… interesting Ruby was a reminder that not all monsters had to be dealt with using violence. And Sara was the one that triggered the beginning of the end. I stared up at the sky, thanking the gods above that I was the one chosen to live a true dream come true. Then, I moaned. Turns out Ellania had somehow found her way inside my pants and pleasured my shaft with her body. I grinned and also reflected on how good they were as living sex toys. *** The tip of the mountain and the cave that came with it were in view. Our party readied up as I checked my stats, probably for one of the last times. HP: 5102500 MP: 5105500 (+51025/m) STR: 510250 END: 510250 AGL: 510250 INT: 510550 WIS: 510250 CHA: 510250 SP: 100290290 (1300/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase Lv 13: Multiplies SP gain by 1300 from all sources. The user can sacrifice MP regeneration to boost this number temporarily Size manipulation Lv 24 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink or grow a target temporarily. The longer the duration of the smaller or larger the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP hour. When a target is shrunk or grown by this skill, all their stats will be divided or multiplied by the magnitude they are shrunk. The user can also spend 15 MP/cm to reduce or increase a target’s size permanently. When the target is small enough, the user can force a contract for the cost of the SP SP to stats Lv 5- Allows the user to expend 10 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat. The user can also use this skill with others Magic bullet Lv 31(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is X20 when fired. The user can combine this with other skills to have them activated at a distance. The user can spend double MP to fire a barrage of bullets or make the bullet explosive, also allowing the effects of any spells to have an area of effect. The user can now fire a laser of mana with the same effects. Life fabrication Lv 23 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 5 MP. The user can add skills to their life form for extra MP. When created, the user can apply MP to instantly create a contract with the being. Fetish to SP Lv 36: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 6000 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 30 seconds. This ability can also amplify any skills that achieve the user’s fetish. This ability is amplified based on the degree to which the user is satisfied Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally. Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Measure: Allows the user to view an entity’s current height. Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 6: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 400 MP. If allowed, the skill can also automatically use skills and attacks. Fire control Lv 17: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Fire”. This skill can also be combined with other elemental skills Earth control Lv 21: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control huge amounts of the element “Earth”. This skill can be combined with other elemental skills Water control Lv 13: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Water” Air control Lv 17 - At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Air” Portal Lv 17: Allows the user to create pairs of portals that cost 1 MP/4 minutes to maintain per pair. Portals can be of different sizes. It also allows users to create portals to “pocket dimensions” for an additional 4 MP/m. The user can create a pair of portals at a location if they have been there before, and create portals based on line of sight. Clone Lv 5- Allows the user to create a direct duplicate of themselves, connected to them. It will share the user’s stats. It is not sentient and must receive orders from the user. It cannot use active skills. When created, each clone will use up 8MP/m. The user can “switch” with the clone, allowing the user to transfer their consciousness into the clone temporarily. Contract- allows the user to force a contract upon a being at the cost of MP. Max 2 beings. Mana drain - allows the user to drain all the MP from a target. Cool-down 1 day Sexual share – allows the user to share any sexual sensations their contracts are feeling. Can be toggled on and off Flight – allows the user to hover and move in the air I admired my stats page before turning to my party and s announcing. “This is it guys, our most important battle is about to be fought. You all ready?” They all nodded. With a raise of a fist and a cheer, we charged into the cave, ready to face whatever we came across. “Well hello” We paused, the mysterious voice echoed throughout the dark cavern. “Look who joined me for some fun.” The voice, definitely recognizable as feminine, revealed a figure sitting atop what looked to be a throne. She had an attractive appearance, but the eyes of a cold-blooded miserere murderer. I appraised her, and things did not look good. Abigail, the ruler above all Hp: A lot Mp: also a lot Stats: > 10000000 Skills: [1560 concealed] This probably wasn’t good. Given that she killed thousands, she has the strength and skills of a thousand. “Sara… welcome back.” Her eyes flashed red. “You traitor.” Sara flew towards Abigail and she grabbed Sara by the throat. “It was a shame you left me, but I’ll find that telekinesis useful” Suddenly, Luna leaped in, slicing at Abigail’s hand and freeing Sara. A green glow surrounded her wrist as the cut sealed over. “Hm, not bad. I felt a sting.” Suddenly, slashes flew through the air and sliced at Luna, subjecting her to nearly fatal injuries. One of our party members was down in a few seconds. The rest of us rushed in, hoping that we could make some difference, but our efforts were futile. I watched as each of our party members was slowly falling before this demon. Ellania was thrown into the wall from some telekinesis. Ruby’s dragon form was battered by a barrage of meteors, and Niki nearly burned to death in a firestorm. I was the last one standing against her. “Well, all down, one to go.” She said, walking towards me. She stretched out her hand and a sword popped into existence. “I wonder what skills you might have.” I had to think, what could I do? I had all the SP in the world, yet I was still losing. I could try to erase all her skills, but that would probably take too much SP, and I’d be taking potshots at her skill set, given they were all concealed. I could increase my stats, but I wouldn’t have enough to overwhelm her. Then it hit me. It was a gamble, but it was one of the last options I had. Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. “Skill edit, skillset alteration” -100000000000 SP, confirm? Yes Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can freely create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. It worked! Now before she stabbed me in the throat. “Skill creation! Godmode!” Godmode: Set HP to infinity I quickly copied this skill to every one of my party members as they stood back up, wounds restored after the skill was added. Abigail stared in shock, watching as her sword shattered against my skin. “It’s over for you,” I said, pulling Abigail’s wrist away and erasing all of her skills. She collapsed to the ground in a heap, shocked by the sudden loss of power. And to finish off the powerless combo… I shrunk her to 1/12 of her size. *** Our party walked back into the capital to the sounds of fanfare and cheering. Turns out, the news that the demon was defeated spread pretty quickly. We were quickly summoned into the royal room once more. “Congratulations hero! You have saved our world from destruction!” The king declared. My party stared in confusion. “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I was a hero, summoned to this world.” I smiled sheepishly at my party who smiled and hugged me. “Now, it is time for you to return.” The king said. Wait what? In a flash, I was back in my room, as if nothing had ever happened. I sighed in disbelief, sad I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes. For the fun of it, one more time, I called upon the stats screen, knowing it probably wouldn’t pop up. HP: 5102500 MP: 5105500 (+51025/m) STR: 510250 END: 510250 AGL: 510250 INT: 510550 WIS: 510250 CHA: 510250 Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can freely create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. SP gain increase Lv 13: Multiplies SP gain by 1300 from all sources. The user can sacrifice MP regeneration to boost this number temporarily Size manipulation Lv 24 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink or grow a target temporarily. The longer the duration of the smaller or larger the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP hour. When a target is shrunk or grown by this skill, all their stats will be divided or multiplied by the magnitude they are shrunk. The user can also spend 15 MP/cm to reduce or increase a target’s size permanently. When the target is small enough, the user can force a contract for the cost of the SP SP to stats Lv 5- Allows the user to expend 10 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat. The user can also use this skill with others Magic bullet Lv 31(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is X20 when fired. The user can combine this with other skills to have them activated at a distance. The user can spend double MP to fire a barrage of bullets or make the bullet explosive, also allowing the effects of any spells to have an area of effect. The user can now fire a laser of mana with the same effects. Life fabrication Lv 23 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 5 MP. The user can add skills to their life form for extra MP. When created, the user can apply MP to instantly create a contract with the being. Fetish to SP Lv 36: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 6000 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 30 seconds. This ability can also amplify any skills that achieve the user’s fetish. This ability is amplified based on the degree to which the user is satisfied Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally. Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Measure: Allows the user to view an entity’s current height. Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 6: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 400 MP. If allowed, the skill can also automatically use skills and attacks. Fire control Lv 17: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Fire”. This skill can also be combined with other elemental skills Earth control Lv 21: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control huge amounts of the element “Earth”. This skill can be combined with other elemental skills Water control Lv 13: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Water” Air control Lv 17 - At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Air” Portal Lv 17: Allows the user to create pairs of portals that cost 1 MP/4 minutes to maintain per pair. Portals can be of different sizes. It also allows users to create portals to “pocket dimensions” for an additional 4 MP/m. The user can create a pair of portals at a location if they have been there before, and create portals based on line of sight. Clone Lv 5- Allows the user to create a direct duplicate of themselves, connected to them. It will share the user’s stats. It is not sentient and must receive orders from the user. It cannot use active skills. When created, each clone will use up 8MP/m. The user can “switch” with the clone, allowing the user to transfer their consciousness into the clone temporarily. Contract- allows the user to force a contract upon a being at the cost of MP. Max 2 beings. Mana drain - allows the user to drain all the MP from a target. Cool-down 1 day Sexual share – allows the user to share any sexual sensations their contracts are feeling. Can be toggled on and off Flight – allows the user to hover and move in the air I sat up in stock, staring at the familiar screen in front of me. No way right? I tentatively stretched out a hand as a fireball hovered above. I kept my stats This was going to be fun. |
1692924112 | FunWithPortals | Alex Preston was a boy in his late teens with frazzled brown hair and a face with a light shotgun burst of acne on his right cheek. He had a number of high school friends whom he rarely interacted with outside of school or the internet. Today, he was partaking in his usual home activity: putting off homework by playing way too many computer games while his parents were watching television downstairs. Alex was wrapped up in his gaming when his stomach started roaring to be filled. Fortunately, the round had just ended. While queuing up for the next match, he focused a bit of energy to his fingertips and reached through the air. An opaque blue portal suddenly appeared, and he reached through it quickly. The portal closed after he withdrew his hand, now carrying something tiny and squirming. He tossed his catch on his desk in front of him: 3 peasant girls, a couple of inches tall. They were all wearing beige dresses cut off above their knees and brown shoes made from some kind of wrappings. The brief fall left them sprawling on the desk’s surface. “Oh, nice! 3 at once!” Normally, Alex only managed to get one at a time. “W-what’s going on!?” One of the tiny women facing him stammered out as she struggled to stand back up. Though, they way she chose to rise made Alex feel a certain way. She was on all fours, the shape of her round butt clearly defined as well as her breasts which hung below her. Her cute, worried face was framed by golden blonde hair coated in a thin layer of dirt, likely from a day of hard work on the farm. “Who are you?” “I’m hungry” Alex replied, snatching up the woman by the waist, producing a startled yelp. “And you’re food.” He opened his mouth, tossed her in, and sealed his lips shut behind her. He sloshed her around his mouth, enjoying her flavour. When he first discovered his mysterious, portal-opening powers, he was hesitant to put dirty prey in his mouth and would go to the trouble of washing them off and stripping them before even giving them a lick. However, he soon found through experimentation that not only was their clothing perfectly digestible, but the dirt also tasted like cinnamon! After his tongue had lathered enough of her soft, shapely form he worked her to the back of his mouth and squeezed her down. *Gulp* Alex felt his esophagus deposit the squirming lump into his stomach and patted his belly playfully. “Ahhhh, that really hit the spot!” he sighed. “...mom.” Alex looked down and saw the other two girls were sat up, staring at his middle. One of them had tears in her eyes. “Oh, were you two her daughters?” he said, licking his upper lip. He could see a resemblance: they both looked much younger than the first woman, and both also had blonde hair. One had her hair in a ponytail, while the other sported a double. The single had a chest comparable to her mother’s but the other, likely the younger of the two, was flat. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re reunited,” Alex said as he reached out to grab them. They both snapped out of their saddened daze simultaneously and turned to run, but Alex easily snatched them up by the ankles and dangled them in front of him. Their upside-down positions caused their skirts to fall, providing him an eye-catching view of their matching white panties. “Alright, which one first...?” His eyes flicked between each of the cute snacks before settling on his right hand, which held the more shapely of the two. He could definitely have some fun with this one, fun he was too hungry to do with her fun-sized mom. But first... “You.” He crammed the younger sister into his mouth legs first. Her ponytails briefly stuck out between his lips before he slurped them up. He bounced her up and down, his tongue providing one hell of a bull ride before he tilted his head back and held the other girl above his maw. He parted his lips wide, giving her a view of her younger sister struggling to get a grip on the slimy muscle. The two girls shouted at each other in distress, making vain attempts to reach out to each other. Mouth still open, Alex arched his tongue down, causing the young girl to fall into his throat, then arched his tongue upward, sealing her fate. *Ulk* The last remaining member of the family was weeping, no longer struggling, and covering her mouth with both hands. Alex looked at her suggestively and bit his lower lip, knowing things were about to get much worse for her. “Well, now that we’re alone...” “MATCH FOUND” his computer announced. Crap. Without warning, he shoved the last peasant girl in his maw and motioned his tongue to open his throat. Still dry, she took a bit of effort and a few gulps to get down and hurt him a little as she squeezed into his esophagus. *Glrgk* “Hey LonlyHunter998, you there?” The game had already started and someone on his team had noticed his character not making any moves yet. He activated the microphone on his headset and placed his hands on his keyboard. “Yea I’m here, lets win this.” As the family of tinies desperately struggled inside him, fighting for their lives, Alex was desperately struggling to stay alive in-game. He just couldn’t get in the right groove. Enemies kept sneaking up behind him, and he often found himself unable to land his shots even when he had the drop on the opposing players. By the time the first half was wrapping up, he wasn’t on the bottom of the leaderboard, but he was in the bottom half in terms of kills on his team, and they were losing. “Damnit! If I was doing better, we’d be winning.” He just needed something to help him focus. “Maybe...” Just as the short cutscene for halftime started playing, he reached out his arm and created another portal. He closed his thumb and index finger around whatever was on the other side and plucked her out: A naked elf girl! She had long green hair, golden eyes and distinctive long ears. Her body was both slender and fit. Alex’s fingers had grabbed her just below the collarbone, his pointer finger on her back and his thumb pressed squarely between her cute little breasts. He held her up to his lips and took a big sniff of her hair, she smelled like she had just gotten out of the bath, and like she had been bathing in vanilla cream! “What just-” Before she could utter another word, Alex opened his lips just a crack and shoved the elf’s face between them, slurping her body up to her buttocks just as the second half of the match began. Leaning closer to the screen, he tried to focus all of his body on the game at once. His left hand controlled the movement commands on his keyboard, occasionally pressing a button down to sprint, crouch or throw a grenade. His right hand controlled the mouse, aiming his weapon and eliminating targets with just a few clicks. His eyes surveyed the screen, watching the scenery for enemies and the movement of his teammates. His ears listened through his microphone for the telltale sounds of gunfire or out of place footsteps. His lips suckled on the treat in his mouth while the tip of his tongue danced around the body of creamy elf-flesh squirming in panic. Outside Alex’s mouth, the elf’s legs kicked wildly while her arms wrestled with his tongue. Her taste and the sensation of her fighting both filled Alex with pleasure and allowed all his other senses to focus on winning. The problem was that occasionally, she almost managed to escape! Her body was already quite slick, and his pooling saliva didn’t help the matter. She occasionally pushed against his intruding tongue in such a way that she pushed herself out of his mouth. He would always need to take his attention away from the game to quickly slurp her back in before she made it out all the way, and this led to many an unfair death. While waiting to respawn after another death by distraction, Alex got a better idea. He used both hands to grab each of her legs, amused by her reaction to a sudden lack of control, and stuffed them both in, leaving just her feet exposed which he pushed the rest of the way with a single finger. Now he was able to keep her contained on the inside of his cheek, occasionally swishing her to the opposite cheek. This strategy proved fruitful, as now he was able to enjoy tasting his treat without being distracted by a wet elf pushing herself between his lips. With his newfound focus, Alex quickly climbed the leaderboard, reaching a score not just near the top of his team, but among all the players in the match. Just as he landed the game winning kill, he quickly tilted his head back and swallowed the elf girl down. Her slick body slid down effortlessly despite her desperate hands struggling to find a handhold to slow her rapid decent. *glip* Even in the tightest confines of his digestive tract the tiny, delicious elf managed to slip down quickly and comfortably. “Alright, GG everyone that was great.” As the lobby closed and Alex’s game returned to the menu, he raised his arms up and exclaimed, “YES!” It was just then that a familiar blue glow appeared above him, and two more tiny girls dropped right onto his desk. Briefly confused by the accidental portal creation, Alex regained his senses and examined what was basically his victory snack. The girl on the left had pitch black hair which flowed down her back and ended just above her ankles as she stood up. Her feet were bare, a tiara rested on her head and her thin, attractive body was lightly wrapped in a pink nightgown which clung to her form, leaving her modest bust, hips and thighs clearly defined through the silky material. Next to her was a tiny maid, plain and simple. She had blonde hair and a pair of glasses which she worriedly placed upon her freckled face. She was wearing a black and white maid outfit with black shoes, white stockings and a top that appeared to be desperately trying to contain a massive pair of badonkers which managed to briefly hypnotize Alex as they bounced about with every movement of her body. His attention was drawn by the other girl, who was shouting up at him. “I am addressing you! Respond at once!” she shouted, although Alex had no idea what she had been saying earlier. He pushed his chair back a bit and leaned in closer, lowering his head to be relatively level with the loud girl, who stared at him with confident fury even as the maid nervously backed up a few steps. “Well, you look important,” Alex stated, his casual tone seeming to infuriate the nightgown-wearing girl even more. “I am Nicolette Granjen, daughter of the noble lord Adolphe Granjen, and I demand to know what is happening at once!” Lord... that word brought a conundrum into Alex’s mind. Whatever world his portals reached into, clearly men existed there and yet, he only ever seemed to catch cute girls, not that he was complaining. This girl was clearly used to being in charge, above everyone around her in status. He grinned mischievously. “Well, I just won an exciting battle, and it seems you’ve been sent to me as a reward!” He reached a finger out and poked her in the belly. Gasping, she tried to slap his finger away but only managed to push herself backwards, nearly losing her balance. “Y-You fiend! Do not lay your hands on me! I am not some prize to be won for a man’s violent accomplishments!” Nicolette crossed her arms over her chest defensively, clearly expecting Alex to desire her body, but in a different way than he was intending. His grin deepened. “Apologies my lady, I shall abide by your demands,” he said in a mock-formal voice. Nicolette lowered her arms, confused, before tensing up again as Alex’s sat up and leaned further forward until his face was hovering right above her. “No hands, right?” “What-” Before she could say anything more, Nicolette’s body was engulfed from the top down to her knees as Alex’s open mouth descended upon her and scooped her right off the desk. As her legs twitched between his lips, Alex suckled on her squirming form. For some reason, tinies of a high standing from the other world tasted exceptionally good. The taste was indescribable, better than any food Alex had ever eaten. However, what little clothing she was wearing was getting in the way of the full, truly blissful experience. Grabbing her ankles together with one hand, he pulled the tiny treat back out, dangling her upside down. Her soaked nightgown clung to her body even tighter than before. The girl groaned in discomfort as her body dripped with saliva. “P-please. My father is v-very wealthy!” Nicolette had completely lost her composure. Her face was scrunched up and her body hung limp. Alex used his other hand to start peeling away her gown, which she barely seemed to notice. “If you return me to my home, I’m sure he’ll give you whatever you want!” After a little work, the rest of her nightgown fell away, leaving her luscious body wearing nothing but a pair of white silk panties. “...I want to go home.” The tiny noblewoman let out one last shriek before she was once again muffled by his hungry maw closing around her waist, and the rest of her body was quickly sucked inside with a powerful slurp. Alex’s eyes lidded as he delightfully played with the tiny treat in his mouth. He tossed her around his cheeks, scrubbed her against the roof of his mouth, and explored her harder to reach areas with the tip of his tongue. With the squirming treat still in his mouth, Alex eyed the other girl. Her gaze matched his own and her nervous expression turned to terror. She turned to flee but tripped over herself and fell flat on her chest. Alex used his thumb and middle finger to grip her thighs, causing her to produce several small squeaks as he dragged her back towards him. He managed to slip his index finger under her skirt and found that her butt was just as plump as her breasts, squishing and bouncing from his light prodding. The servant girl didn’t say anything as his fingers made their way around her waist and lifted her up towards his face. She was in shock, with her eyes wide, and her breaths shallow and rapid. Suddenly, Nicolette managed to reach her arm out of his mouth and reached around, trying to pull out the rest of her body but only freeing her head. Framed by Alex’s lips, she reached her hand out to her servant. “H-help me!” she cried, but the tiny maid only returned a look of horror, to shocked by what was happening to properly respond. With barely any effort, Alex slurped her back inside, where she slid right to the back of his mouth as his throat opened up to receive her. Leaning back, he placed the busty servant girl upon his neck and held her there with a single finger against her back. With both tiny girls in position, he arched his tongue. *Gulp* The tiny maid struggled weakly as the bulge containing her former mistress rolled down Alex’s neck. The lump pressed against her body as it passed, squishing against her soft breasts, and producing a small gasp from her as it passed between her legs. As the delicious little noble concluded her descent into his body, Alex lifted the maid off his throat and stared her down. She seemed to have partially broken free of her shock, as her breaths were now deep and heavy. “I-I-I...” she stammered. Alex responded by licking the last of Nicolette’s wonderful taste off his lips, the sight of which gave her a jolt. “G-g-great warrior I beg of you, please spare my life! I probably don’t t-taste as g-good as a noble lady such as Nicolette and will simply ruin your p-p-pallet! I’ll do whatever you want, I don’t want to die! Please don’t eat me!” “Ok.” Alex responded plainly. He gently relaxed his grip and allowed the girl to sit in his palm. “W-what?” She was bewildered. “You’re right,” he explained. “Little Nicolette had a taste that’s hard to match among you miniature people. As for whatever I want... I have some ideas. What’s your name?” It took the maid a moment to gather her wits. “A-Audrey. My name is Audrey...” the last part was said in a whisper, as if Alex’s intimidating presence was stealing her breath away. “Well, miss Audrey, my first request is help with a little problem.” Alex’s tone changed to be somewhat polite as he opened his mouth and stuck a finger in his cheek. “I’ve got something stuck between my teeth that I can’t get out on my own. Could you crawl inside my mouth and pull it out please?” “You want me to... c-crawl inside your mouth?” Audrey’s body was shaking as she stared at Alex’s mouth. “Yea, it’s stuck between my back teeth on the right, or your left, I guess. It’s probably a shoe or something from one of my previous meals.” Alex winked. “If it’s any consolation, I promise not to swallow you.” This did nothing to quell the girl’s fear as Alex held her up to his mouth, rolling out his tongue like a wet red carpet. “I-I... ok.” On unsteady legs, Audrey stepped forward and placed her tiny hands upon Alex’s tongue. He was immediately stimulated by the taste and texture, and the feeling of bliss was only elevated as she crawled in further on her hands and knees, every movement tickling his pallet. She was right about her taste not being as good as that tiny noblewoman, but it was still mouth watering. As she reached the back of his jaw, Alex could feel the shift in movement as Audrey reached over to the side and began tugging on something. A moment later, a pressure was released that Alex had barely even realized was there. “I got it!” Audrey shouted in relief, just as Alex closed his lips. She was so far back, already on the precipice of his throat. He could swallow that luscious body right now like all the other snacks before her. Instead, he tilted his head forward and opened his mouth once more, allowing gravity and a little push from his tongue to push his little helper back into his palm. Audrey’s body and dress were a little wet from his saliva but weren’t nearly as soaked as the object in her hands. It was the silver tiara that haughty woman was wearing. Audrey was sitting with her knees pressed against her chest, staring at the tiara in her hands. “Lady Granjen...” “Oh, you don’t have to worry about her anymore,” Alex said, taking the saliva-coated tiara from Audrey’s hands and wiping it off on his shirt before delicately placing it on her head. “You are no longer her servant.” He traced his finger along her check and down through her sizable cleavage, her breasts squishing aside to accommodate his touch. “You are now my favourite toy! And I’ve got plenty of games I’d like to play with you!” Inside Alex’s stomach was a veritable tangle of female bodies. The five otherworldly occupants struggled to climb over each other in the hot, damp darkness, desperate to climb as high as possible especially as their fleshy prison began to slowly fill with caustic fluid. Despite the cramped confines the stomach was not quite full, and perhaps the tiny people-turned-food would eventually encounter more denizens of their world snatched from their former lives and made into a snack for a hungry gamer. |
1693010264 | MrForeman1 | No way man, that house is haunted.' Bill stated looking up at the winding drive that led up to the old mansion on the hill. Tim had to admit, it did look like the traditional haunted house. Peter countered, 'It's not haunted, old man Forman lives there. No ghost would want to be that creepy old guy. And neither do I.' 'Look, his porch light is on, that means he is giving out treats. That big house and no kids means he is likely giving out great treats like cans of soda or full sized bars. All I'm saying is we should go knock. The worst he'll do is tell us to get lost.' Tim countered. Mark looked at his pillow case, then up at the house. He rubbed his pudgy cheeks, 'That's a long walk for a maybe.' 'He has two cars at least, maybe he's got full sized bags of chips.' Tim tried to tempt his rotund friend. If he could convince Mark the other two would follow. Peter pointed at the creepy building, 'His yard is a mess. If he had money he'd have people in to look after it.' Bill quickly agreed, 'Or offer money to someone in the neighborhood.' 'Like you, no one in the neighborhood talks to him because they are scared. He'll likely be over the moon to receive trick or treaters, he might even give out extra since likely no one else goes up to his house. What do you say, lets just go try?' Tim reasoned. His curiosity about the old man had been building for years and Holloween gave him a reason to go up and get a real look at him and his strange house. 'Fine, but if we die I'll never let you forget it.' Peter half joked. They walked up to the open gate. Wrought iron set in masoned stone. Wrought iron spiked posts connected with decorative loops traveled the length of the outer wall. It surrounded the property, making it hard to see anything in the old man's yard. The four boys stopped and peeked inside, half expecting vicious dogs to come at them. None came. The front yard was huge. Several fall bare trees were spotted up the hill towards the house. The drive, paved at some point, weaved between them and the claw like branches. The grass was brown, but long from being allowed to grow all summer without tending, allowing their imaginations to populate it with all kinds of creatures after their flesh or souls. Tim took a deep breath and stepped forward. He heard Bill whimper, but followed. Soon he was leading them to the den of possible evil. Tim found himself looking around nervously, despite telling himself over and over there was nothing to fear. They stopped at the top of the hill. Before them was an old wooden three door garage. In contrast to the yard it looked freshly painted in a dark red shade with a white trim. Tim's mind noted cruelly it was a blood red. The house was at least three stories, possibly more. It was kind of hard to tell. The side they were on was more stone work with what looked like a castle tower at the corner where they were standing. The stone work went the whole length and wrapped around the far corner, how fair Tim couldn't tell. But if the front was copied it went about a third of the way around. The other side was wooden, painted like the shed. It was however rounded at the far side like an old sailing ship complete with one of those posts that stuck out from the front. They would never have seen that from the road because of the garage and trees. Mark coughed and they all yelped. 'Sorry, my throat is dry.' the larger boy noted. 'All our throats are dry.' Peter whispered harshly. 'Should, should we knock?' Bill asked, teeth chattering like he was freezing on this quite warm mid-fall night. 'I don't know?' Tim felt all his curiosity slip from him. All his efforts were keeping him from bolting. There was just something unnatural about this house, and likely its owner. A light beamed out into the yard. Tim's legs locked in place as he heard a man shuffle out, cane tapping on the wooden porch every couple of steps. 'Well, who is out here?' an elderly man's voice called. Tim could hear all his friends trembling, but none seemed able to speak. Likely if they could get any muscles to work, they would be running away by now. Old man Foreman looked around the corner at them. He had his usual stern look upon his face. His thin gray white hair waved slightly in the night breeze. Brown corduroy pants that were too long for his bent legs. A grey button up sweater with light brown sail boats was open showing his white button up shirt. He leaned on an old cane with what looked like an old crystal door knob on top for him to hang onto. He sucked his teeth a couple times then asked again in a grumpy tone, 'Well, what do you want?' Tim felt his tongue moving, 'Trick or Treat?' came weakly from his mouth. Old man Foreman looked confused, tilting his head. He pointed his cane at them, 'You telling me you walked all the way up here to trick or treat and couldn't make the ten more steps to my door? You made this cranky old man come out searching for you? Well, no, if you want something you have to ring my doorbell. That's the rules.' He then turned and walked towards his door. 'What kind of treats?' Mark asked, his voice cracking. The old man looked at them. A strange look came across his features, was he smiling at them? 'Well young man, you'll have to come to my door to find out. But I can tell you it's better than anything you've gotten before.' Then he continued into the house. They stood there watching as the door closed, taking the beam of light from the yard. 'What do you think he's giving out?' Peter asked. 'Something better than we've gotten before?' Bill softly noted. Tim felt himself stepping forward. 'Only one way to find out.'' he said, hoping his legs didn't just turn him around and make him run down the hill. His finger trembled wildly as he reached it towards the door bell. It made a strange sound, like a novelty car horn. The door opened and old man Foreman looked at him. His eyes were steel grey, and Tim felt like he was looking into his soul. 'Well boy, you know the rules.' he grumbled. Tim had to clear his throat to get it to work, then held open his pillow case. 'Trick or Treat?' he hoped. 'And if I say trick?' the old man asked in what came off as a teasing tone. 'Likely we would just leave, we didn't bring any eggs or anything.' Tim confessed. 'Yeah, you wouldn't want to do that to my property.' The older man said, smiling. 'So, treat then?' Tim asked. 'Then treat it shall be, are you ready to receive what I'm giving out?' Mr. Foreman asked. 'I hope so.' Tim replied honestly. 'Smart lad, I know exactly what you want.' The man replied. He grabbed an old sack and reached deep in. Like whatever he was giving out was way down at the bottom. Confusingly the man looked Tim directly in the eyes and said, 'For you, a Latina one first huh.' Tim gasped as the man pulled his arm out. In his hand was a little cage was a girl in a skimpy blue fairy costume. She looked terrified but hot. No bigger than six inches. Her skin was a warm tan color and her hair was long and black. Tim heard her begging, 'Help me please.' before the old man dropped her into his pillow case. 'Well lad, don't like the treats I'm giving out?' Mr. Foreman asked. 'Was she alive?' Tim asked, looking into the pillow case. 'Of course, do you think I'd promise good treats and give you dead ones? Don't insult me lad or I'll take her back.' the old man replied. 'But our parents won't let us keep living tiny people?' Mark noted looking over Tim's shoulder. Mr. Foreman winked, 'Sure they will, well, you want a treat?' 'Yes please, trick or treat.' Mark excitedly replied. Mr. Foreman looked at Mark, then reached into the bag. 'Hmmm, you're into blondes.' He noted. Pulling out a scared little blonde girl in a Supergirl costume. 'Here you go.' he happily said as she screamed into his sack. 'Trick or treat.' Bill and Peter excitedly said together. 'All right all right, one at a time.' Mr. Foreman said with a chuckle. Looking at Bill he nodded knowingly, 'Asians huh, I think I have one or two in here.' Out came his hand with an Asian girl wearing a tight cat costume. 'There you go.' The old man said it was normal. Then the older man looked at Peter, 'Huh, got little jungle fever do you lad. I can understand that.' He reached into his magic bag. Pulling out a cage with a little African American girl in a sexy nurse outfit. Plopping her on top of Peter's treats. 'How did you do that?' Tim had to ask. 'Well Mr. Hill, it's because I'm an evil wizard.' Mr. Foreman replied then laughed. Breaking into a slight cough. 'So, we shouldn't have bothered you?' Peter asked. The old man shook his head, 'No, it's Halloween Mr. South. If I didn't want trick or treaters I wouldn't have my light on and my gate open.' 'Well, thank you Mr. Foreman.' Tim noted before he forgot. His head spinning from looking at the trembling lovely little woman in the cage. The ideas of things he could make her do at that size was making his pants feel tight. 'Your welcome lads. Wait, here, no one ever comes up here for treats. Let me give you each another.' Mr. Foreman noted, reaching back into his bag. 'Ahh a good match for yours Mr. Hill. Yes, she'll do great. '' he said pulling out a Red Haired mini girl in a skimpy girl guide costume. He dropped it into his bag. Tim watched as the two tiny women reached for each other. They clearly knew each other. He looked at Mark and asked, 'Another Blonde Mr. Tanner?' Mark replied, 'Yes please.' 'Oh, look I have one you really want.' the old man reached in his bag. Out came a shapely blonde woman that looked like Mrs. Bell, their math teacher. They all had a crush on her. Long legs and big firm plump tits, and she was dressed in a short skirted, low topped Little Miss Muffet costume. 'Oh my god, thank you Old man Foreman.' Mark sputtered out. 'I like Mr. Foreman better, Mr. Tanner.' He corrected him. 'Sorry,' he replied, looking in at the mini version of their teacher. 'It's OK, how about you Mr. South, another one?' the magic man asked. 'Yes, can I have one that looks like one of our teachers too?' he requested. 'Looks like.' Mr. Foreman snickered, reaching in his bag. Out came a mini copy of their Guidance Counselor Ms. Vale. Wearing a skimpy Cop uniform. Peter's eyes went as large as small plates. As the tiny African American woman was added to his bag he bounced, 'Thank you Mr. Foreman, thank you.' 'Welcome lad. How about you Mr. Miles?' He asked. 'Yeah, Yeah.' Bill was almost panting. 'Hmmm, What's that friend of your sister that you really like again?' Mr. Foreman asked. 'Helen, Helen Shipwright.' He said, smacking his lips. And out came an exact copy of the girl. Her curvy figure was on full display under her cowgirl costume. As he dropped the little person into his bag Mr. Foreman advised, 'Enjoy, but remember they can't be replaced. So if you break them, I can't replace them.' Mark braved, 'Do you have more treats to give out?' Mr. Foreman winked, 'Of course. Though I likely won't get any more guests tonight. But if you four would like to earn more treats, I could use some help around here as you can see.' Tim nodded. 'OK Mr. Foreman, we'll come help you out. Well, I will.' 'Good, see you boys soon.' the old man stepped back inside and shut his door. Tim started down the hill, followed by his friends. They didn't say a word or look into their pillow cases. They stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of Mr. Foreman's place and as if by magic, the gate closed and made them all jump. 'Ah guys, I'm done Trick or treating for this year.' Mark blurted out. 'Yeah, me too.' Bill agreed, holding the top of his bag of treats tight as he stared at it like it would try to get away. 'Man, why didn't we trick or treat Mr. Foreman's house before?' Peter wondered. 'Because it was scary.' Tim snickered, holding his treat bag tightly closed too. They walked toward their homes snickering to themselves. Then Tim remembered something odd, 'How did Mr. Foreman know our last names?' 'Maybe he knows our parents?' Peter reasoned. 'I don't think so.' Tim questioned. Bill shrugged, 'We know his. What's so strange.' Tim guessed he had a point. But it still didn't sit with him well. Not that his mind lingered on that long. The remembered image of the tan skinned beauty being dropped into his treat bag made other concerns fade. That lovely red haired second addition hurried his pace. Tim couldn't wait till he got home. Till he had time to give them both a good looking over. The four of them all walked quickly, each lost in their own thoughts to chat. All too excited about the treats from Mr. Foreman's place to hinder their travels with words. They parted ways at the corner. Tim arrived home and was barely in his door when his mother approached, 'Well, hand it over for inspection.' 'Mom, I can do it.' he countered. His dad walked into the kitchen, 'You heard your mother. Or you don't get any.' Tim handed his mom the bag hoping they would somehow overlook the skimpy dressed tiny girls in their small cages. His mom dumped the bag out on the kitchen table and looked over the pile. 'Where did you get those?' she asked with her hands on her hips. Why his brain thought lying would work to get those two beauties he had no idea, 'I don't know.' 'Well what did I tell you? If you don't know the person then throw the apples out. They could have razor blades in them.' She chastised grabbing the fruit and tossing them in the garbage can. Then sat down and moved the two cages. Either not hearing the young women in them pleading for her help or not caring. Her mom and father started short through the candy and mini bags of chips. Looking for slits or puncture holes. Tim put his hands over the cages, 'I'm tired do you mind if I take these and go to bed?' 'Sure buddy.' his dad replied, smiling at him. He turned and was just starting away when his mother noted, 'They are going to need a bigger cage. I'm taking some of you saved up chore money and getting them one.' Tim turned and nodded, 'Yes mom.' Tim entered his room and shut the door. He placed the cages on his dresser then stripped off his costume. He grabbed the two small cages and sat naked on his bed. He placed the red head down and looked intently into the cage holding the black haired beauty. Her face was beautiful and her body was sexy. She had to be about college aged. There were not many people in town with darker skin and almost none of Latino heritage, so her tan skin gave her an exotic quality. Tim knew it was wrong to own people, but owning her was erotic in a way he could express. Then she spoke, a musical voice despite her fear, 'Please don't hurt me.' Her accent made his erection jump, her begging him made his blood race. He opened the cage and pulled her out. Her fairy costume had a silky texture to it. His thumb brushed over her nice round breasts. The tan skinned delight struggled, likely not enjoying him fondling her. He folded her arms back behind his fingers and pinned them in place. Now she was even more helpless to stop him from feeling her firm tits. It was such a rush like he never experienced before. He stopped and she looked at him, her sweet bottom lip trembled. She again begged, 'Don't do this. You have to help us.' He grabbed the front of her costume. Pulling softly at first. 'No, no please don't.' that accented begging just encouraged him. Then her breasts popped out the top. His heart raced, she wasn't wearing a bra. These were the first tits he saw that wasn't on the internet. The were pointing up off her chest, big and round compared to her size. He expected pink nipples, but her’s were a slightly darker brown shade. His fingers pressed over those targets, rolling her tits. He admired their strange firmness as she cheered him on by pleading, 'Please stop, I don't want this.' He stopped enjoying those boobs. She had other features. He grabbed a leg in his thumb and forefinger. He loved how her panty hose felt all silky along her amazing leg. She just kept whimpering, requesting he stop. Honestly if she had stopped begging with that exotic accent he might have listened more to her pleads. Though her failing to free her limb from such a light hold was also encouraging him. He pushed her high heel off her little foot. He wasn't into feet, but hers looked better than most. Manicured toes with a blue that matched her costume. He let go of her leg and she coiled it over the other. Folded together and bent in a semicircle. He found this submissive pose alluring. But she had another shoe to remove. He grabbed the other leg and pulled it into a better to admire position. She yelped helplessly. He stroked the form of this leg, it too was wonderfully built. As he popped this shoe off he noticed she stopped pleading. 'Beg me to be nice.' he demanded. 'Why, you're not going to be.' she correctly pointed out. 'Do it or I'll be even less nice,' he explained. 'No, no please don't hurt me.'' She started again. A quiver in that voice that made his already hard dick begin to ache. He hooked both legs together. The thumb on his holding hand held them up. She could have taken them down, but was clearly too afraid to try. He snickered at her helplessness before beginning to tug at the hosiery on her feet. Carefully pulling at the stockings, they slowly became loose. She was struggling in his restraining hold. Then he noticed her little blue panties were coming with the pantyhose. He hooked a finger in the already removed end of the hosiery and continued to pull. Her little blue panties caught on her knees as he took her hosiery off. He simply hooked her thighs and happily ran his fingers down her bare legs. They felt great under the stockings, even better bare. He smiled and she guessed his plans, 'No please, don't look. That wouldn't be right.' His fingers pressed between her legs and pushed those wonderful limbs apart. There was her pussy. He expected a patch, or even a bush of black pubs. This exotic treasure was smooth, likely waxed right to her skin. His index pressed her slit. 'No stop, stop.' she gasped as her hips struggled to pull her cunt out from under his touch. But all she was really doing was grinding herself along the tip of his finger. He stopped, only to flip her over. Trapping her arms forward this time. Her tits felt great pressed into his palm. Her sexy legs hooked around each other, guarding her treasure. Like she could stop him if that was what he was after. No, he started pulling up the skirt of her short costume. 'No, please, why are you doing this?' she foolishly asked. As her hot ass appeared he pointed out the obvious, 'Because I can.' He ran the pad of his thumb over her bare bottom. He liked how even though she was flat along his palm it stuck out perfectly. A firm little two sided dome. He squeezed it between his fingers and she made such an appealing gasp sound and wiggled. He hooked her legs apart with his the thumb and pinky on his holding hand. Posing his hand so she was made to bend slightly. He began to lower her gaining the intoxicating, 'Don't rub my ass on your penis.' That of course was what he did. That tan skin felt amazing. Sliding silky smooth along his dick. She added to it more by whimpering an ahh sound on the way down and gasping a deep breath on the way up. He couldn't take it any longer. Straining to be careful as he dragged the zipper in the back of her dress down. It became loose and she writhed in his grip. He flipped her over and began pulling the dress from her. Her tiny arms tried to pin the dress to her body while hands struggled to hold on. He openly laughed as he playfully slapped her hands with the pads of his index finger. One bad timed slip on her part and he had her naked. That was it. He was pressing her to his hard dick. That tan skin flowed along his shaft like silk. Her every curve was made to make his cock feel good. Every sensation was the best feeling ever. Firm round tits rolling along his erection. Her black hair was like satin against his skin. He was pinning the side of her face to his hard-on, so her every gasping breath burst along his sensitive skin. Those sexy legs wrapped around the girth of his manhood. Held firm she was still wiggling in a failing attempt to break free of his enjoyment. And to top it all off that accented voice of hers gasping, whimpering, and grunting as she traveled up and down his cock. Tim could resist. Out of habit he grabbed a couple tissues and capped the tip of his dick before he sprayed everywhere. His body trembled hard as his cum began pumping out. Tim collapsed onto his bed gasping for breath. Hand resting over his erotic pet was all he needed to pin her in place. Body wrapped to his twitching cock. He could feel tiny tears trickle on his skin, he felt bad. But she would soon accept his enjoyment. It wasn't till he gained enough strength to sit up that he was slightly disappointed. One, he had another lovely erotic pet he could have added to his fun. But more importantly, if he had thought of it, he could have cum all over that exotic beauty wrapped to his limping dick. Next time he noted mentally as he opened the second's cage and stuffed the first one in. Locking them in together, hopefully they were close friends. As he pulled his pj bottoms up he realized he would have to learn their names. Calling them one and two would only be fun for so long. He carried the cage with him to the bathroom. Into the sink he commanded, 'Go in the drain, this is your last chance before I go to sleep.' It looked like the Red Head was about to say something, but reconsidered. Getting a good look at her, she too was hot. Big pillowy lips. Her hair was a dark brownish red. Her skin was a lighter but appealing tan decorated with a light sprinkling of freckles along her cheeks. She was shorter than One, but still had great legs. And possibly just slightly larger tits. 'You, Red, strip. '' he commanded. 'Please, you know you shouldn't do these things to us.' she pointed out. 'I said strip.' Tim repeated firmly. And she did. She clearly didn't want to. But took her sexy girl guide outfit off bit by bit like she was compelled to more than out of fear of him. He turned to relieve himself. He didn't think he could handle another session like that first one. Not without some rest. He finished freshening up, making sure the two pretties wiped and washed before bed too. He carried them back to his room. Pulling out a clean sock from his drawer he pushed it in between the bars, 'Here, a sleeping bag.' he teased. They looked bothered by the offer, but still climbed in together. Curling up on the bottom of that tiny cage in a sexy pile. Tim shut off his light. He expected his mind to race. After all he had two hot helpless six inch tall women he could play with. He expected his mind to come up with all kinds of fun games and activities. But as his head rested on his pillow and his eyes closed, sleep overtook him. |
1693010268 | MrForeman2 | Bill got home and his mom and dad were busy going though his little sister's candy. 'Hello Bill, how was your night?' his mother asked. 'Great, got a case full and a backpack full.' he advised holding up his pillow case. His dad nodded, 'That looks like a lot. After we are done with Melissia's we could help check through yours with you.' 'OK,' he replied. Then as he set down his bag he remembered his two caged little ladies. His dad looked into the bag and pulled the cages out, 'Those two look safe. Poor it out and we'll work as a family.' 'Ah sure.' Bill replied. The Asian and the one that looked like Helen screamed at his dad. Begged for help. Hell, the mini Helen even knew his parent's names. Called to Melissia directly. All anyone noted was Melissia asking, 'Can you put those in your room, they are noisy.' 'Oh, I think they're kind of cute.' his dad countered. Taking notice of Helen's cage particularly. Then Amy came in. Bill was surprised mom and dad let her out of the house in that southern girl costume. Happy that his friends didn't see her in it. They bug him enough about getting her to date one of them. Like that would happen. 'What wrong honey?' Dad asked her as she slumped into a chair. 'Oh we were having a great time when Helen up and disappeared. Why would she do that? Without her Tony felt awkward and since he was leaving, so did the other guys.' Amy complained. 'What guys?' Dad asked. 'Is Helen OK?' Mom asked. 'I don't know, she's gone silent. I left a message on her phone and with her mom, but she hadn't seen her yet either.' Amy explained. Bill's blood went cold. The little Helen was screaming and waving her arms at Amy. Shouting that she was right there. That wasn't a mini version, but the actual Helen. Sweet beautiful Helen with those huge tits, and no one else noticed. Bill started to think he should say something. Then his mind pointed out, at that size he could do anything he wanted to his crush. He just had to wait till they went through his candy. With Amy home he knew it would look bad if he didn't help them examine her collection like she helped with his. He was happy that everyone was headed to bed after that. It made him feel better about what he was about to do. He was just taking his costume off when a knock on his door. 'Yes?' he worried. 'I dug out Brook's old cage and cleaned up his water bottle for you for your pets.' his father advised. Bill opened his door. Brook, their hamster, had died a year or so ago. He didn't even think about using his old cage for Helen and the Asian. 'Thanks dad.' His dad came right in. Placing the cage on the dresser by Bill's bed. 'You're welcome. Those are some nice ones you received.' His father walked over and crouched to eye level with the cages. 'Yeah, we thought we'd Trick or Treat at Mr. Foreman's place. Those were what he was giving out. He was happy we came up and gave us each two.' Bill explained. His dad opened Helen's cage and pulled her out. Rolling those plump tits under his thumb and index finger as he spoke again, 'Really, I always thought he'd be an old grump.' 'He is. But, also not. It was strange. He said we could earn more by helping him around his place from time to time.' Bill added, amazed at how his father was molesting his daughter's friend. Helen was begging him to stop, which just seemed to arouse his father more. 'Oh you should take him up on his offer. These could be great fun.' His father noted, pushing Helen's top up. Bill expected her tits to melt down into her chest. But they didn't. Firm and plump, he doubted her bra was making them resist gravity. Bill had to ask, 'What are they, do you know?' 'Oh, clearly they are little women. This one is clearly Amy's friend Helen. Can I borrow her from you at some point?' his dad replied like it was nothing. Bill worried, 'You won't tell people she's here?' 'Why? Do you tell people your shoes are here for no good reason?' His dad asked, popping Helen's tits out from under her bra. Yeah, breasts that huge didn't pop up like that. More of Mr. Foreman's magic. 'No, but she's missing. They will be looking around for her.' Bill pointed out. 'Not here, she's all yours. Hell, your mother and sisters didn't even care to notice her.' his dad replied. 'But you do?' Bill pointed out. 'Oh, I guess I do. Must be a reason. Here, before I get too aroused.' his dad offered the strawberry blonde back to him. Bill couldn't believe he was asking this, 'Did you want to cum on her with me?' His father looked taken aback. Then answered, 'Are you sure, this is your first night with her?' 'Yeah, we don't do much together. I'll strip the Asian I got and you strip her. We'll use them to warm ourselves up then place them in this frisbee to spray.' Bill noted. His dad started pulling Helen's little cowboy boot off, 'You're on sport.' Bill grabbed the terrified Asian. As tight as her cat costume was, it was amazingly easy to strip from her. She looked to be in her early twenties, maybe late teens. Bill found her slender form sexy. She even had that sexy Asian accent. Maybe he could train her to speak whatever language she knew when he played with her. But tonight was about bonding with dad. His dad wrapped Helen around his erection. Stroking her big unnaturally firm tits along his shaft. Growling happily, 'Oh yeah, that's where you belong. Oh yeah, I've been needing to body fuck one of you.' Bill pressed the Asian. He expected to need some hand lotion to get a good rhythm going. But her skin was like silk along his cock. 'Oh wow she feels good.' 'Tell her to enjoy her body fucking.' his dad suggested. 'Yeah, you enjoy getting body fucked.' Bill said. Oh that was a rush. 'See, that’s right Helen, you're about to get a daddy son moment all over those huge melons.' his dad added. 'Oh, I want to spray her in that sweet face of hers.' Bill noted. 'Yes son, you should. Make her face white with cum. Watch it trickle down her chin.' Dad encouraged him. 'Watch it drip off those huge tits.' Bill suggested. 'Yeah, you mind if I make her suck it up off the frisbee once we finish?' his dad asked. 'We should swirl the two of them and make them take turns licking it off each other's tits.' Bill countered. 'Yeah, that will be hot. Hear that Tits St Helen, cum bath and tongue shower in your future.' his dad taunted the helpless teen wrapped to his shaft. Bill grabbed the hand lotion and advised, 'I'm almost there.' 'Hmm, me too son. Drop them in.' his dad replied. They dropped the two tiny ladies in the makeshift dish. Both coating their stroking hand in lotion. They stood and aimed. Both clearly targeting Helen. She pleaded for them not to. Those massive mounds bouncing as she begged on her knees. Bill finished first. The blast spattering across Helen's sweet face just as he hoped it would. 'Oh good shot son.' his dad praised then sprayed his load into her chest. The little beauty looked to have trouble correcting her balance after each load coated her body. Leaving her arousingly open to get another glob on her face, or tits, or even her hot legs. Once they both finished she was literally dripping in fresh cum. The Asian thickly speckled in semen splatter. His dad grabbed the frisbee and rolled it a few times. As hoped it made the two mini ladies fall over and roll in the puddle in the bottom. As they rose Bill commanded, 'Lick it off each other.' 'Please no.' they began to beg. 'Do it now.' Bill firmly stated. They looked at each other. Then Helen ran her tongue along the Asian's small breast. Then she leaned back and the Asian sucked at her nipple. Bill and his dad watch as the tiny women took turns sucking back the cum load they had gifted them both with. Bill found himself getting hard again. Stroking slowly as he watched the helpless beauties drink cum off each other. Big white globs in their tiny mouth, being forcefully swallowed. Both clearly not enjoying the flavor, but unable to resist. His dad advised with a cruel chuckle, 'Yeah, I think we have time for another round.' The expression on Helen's cum glazed face was perfect. Bill even managed to snap a pic with his phone. 'Send me a copy of that.' His dad requested. 'Sure dad.' Bill agreed as his hand quickened. 'We're going to make it rain on you again Helen, big fan of man rain aren't you little cock tease.' His dad taunted. 'Yes, tell us you want us to cum on you again.' Bill ordered. Helen shook her head, 'No, not again, please.' 'I said beg for a cum shower.' Bill growled at his disobedient pet. She cringed. Her cum covered lip twitched. 'Please cum on me.' she clearly forced herself to say. 'Yeah, beg your little tart, beg.' Bill's dad taunted. Helen trembled, but followed their demands. Bill loved how submissive she was. His to enjoy as he liked. Something he and his dad could share to enjoy. Sure she slipped to begging them not to, but that made it even better when they did anyway. His thick globs spattered into one side. Helen turned to avoid more in her face only for his father to drown her in his first spurt. She gagged and coughed telling she took most of it in her mouth. Turning blindly to avoid more in her face, just for more to cover her features from Bill. They sat and admired their second pass over the busty strawberry blonde. The unknown Asian trying to help the younger girl clear her face. Bill ordered, 'Don't waste it Mulan, drink it.' The smeared beauty trembled and reluctantly licked a big load off Helen's cheek. Her trepidation made her lick slowly, which just made it a better show for Bill and his dad. 'Well, you have school in the morning.' Bill's dad sighed. Clearly not in a hurry to leave their new shared hobby. 'Yeah, oh, Mr. Foremen said if I went over to his place to do yard work and the like he would pay me with more tiny women.' Bill advised. 'Like, random or would you get to make suggestions?' Bill's dad asked. Bill had the feeling his father had a girl in mind. Amy did have several attractive friends from Cheer. 'He just seems to know what I'll want.' Bill noted remembering earlier in the night. 'OK, I'm sure that will work out well.” Bill's dad accepted. 'I hope so.” Bill replied, looking at his former crush, covered in cum. 'OK, you clean them up and get to bed.' his dad replied. Standing and doing up his pants. Bill did his up and carried the tiny pair in the frisbee to the bathroom. As he poured them into the sink and turned the water on over them he thought about how odd it was to jerk off with his dad. But, they had drifted apart over the last few years. He missed how they used to just hang out together, and tonight reminded him of those times. Yeah, he could continue tormenting helpless inches tall girls with his dad. His dad was in his room when he returned. 'There, I added a blanket for them to sleep on. Some food and water at one end and a left over puppy pad from Buster's training for other business.' Bill placed them on the blanket. 'Great dad. Thanks.' 'After Taekwondo tomorrow we could make a quick stop at a pet store and look at some bigger hamster cages or the like.' His dad offered. 'Sure dad, that would be great.' Bill really liked how this was going. 'OK good, Night buddy.' his dad said. 'Night Dad.' Bill replied as the man left his room. 'You two are going to be great fun.' he told his tiny captives before shutting the old cage. He finished getting ready for bed. Crawling in he closed his eyes. Soon his mind was filled with dreams of his dad and him as rampaging giants collecting all the cute girls from school. |
1693010274 | MrForeman | Peter entered his house. Dark, as he expected. A small night light lit the kitchen area. The brighter light was the TV in the living room. An old adventure show was being played, likely from a DVD. That's where his father was sitting. 'How was trick or treating?' his slurred voice came from his chair. 'Great dad. Lots of treats.' Peter replied. That dang rum bottle sat on the side table beside his father's chair. He had dumped the last of his bottle from the night before, his dad must have bought another. His father's head nodded. 'Good, nice to hear.' he said. His voice was its usual melancholy tone. Unlike the usual stereotype, Peter's dad didn't get mean or violent when he drank, he got sad. Hardly moving. Many mornings Peter found his father sleeping in that chair hugging a third full bottle. He had been like this since mom had left a few years ago. Left after his father's disfiguring accident. Left with the doctor that was supposed to treat his scars. In the morning he would recover enough to make breakfast and lunches for their day. He didn't miss work because of it. But after work, after any driving or errands, he would flop back into that cursed chair and start drinking that danged rum again. They used to play games or he would help with Peter's homework. Now, he was destroying himself. Peter worried about how long it would be before his father's remaining pride was drowned in that tan liquid and he just started living in that chair. 'I got something cool from Mr. Foreman.' Peter heard himself saying. 'Foreman, huh? I would have avoided that old place when I was your age.' his father's voice mumbled back. Peter found himself lifting the first cage out of his bag. The pretty black older teen sang out for his help. He sang to his father, 'Would you like to see what he gave us?' Why was he asking this? Wouldn't his father make him give them up? 'Sure.' his father replied. Peter timidly brought the cage over. He handed his father the cage. The man lifted the cage and looked at the trembling woman inside. 'Huh, she's rather attractive isn't she?' he said in a curious tone. 'Yeah, I have another, would you like to see her?' Peter offered. 'Yeah, if you don't mind.' his father's voice showed a growing interest. Peter handed over Ms. Vale. 'That's a nice pet.' His father noted. Peter had to ask, 'Did you want to borrow her? Would that make you interested in something?' His father looked up at him. A shocked look upon his face. 'No, these are your interests. But you're right. Something should be interest me shouldn't it. Not tonight though.” He handed back the cages. 'Alright.' was all Peter could reply. He felt strangely cold. Like he had stabbed his father cruelly in an old wound. Leaving wishing he had chosen better words. He took his treats and beauties back to his room. Placing the candies on his desk. He sat on his bed looking at the two cages. 'Peter, you have to help me.' Ms. Vale called up to him. Peter put down the unknown lovely. 'Peter what are you doing?' the former counselor questioned. Peter had to ease her fears, unlike his father. He had to cause his little Ms. Vale great pleasure, whether she wanted that pleasure or not. He popped open the cage. Pulling her out from the container. She screamed and struggled despite his size difference. He pins her arms back with the ease of folding paper. She kicked those shapely legs to avoid Peter's massive hand snatching one of them. She was too small to succeed. Fingers coiled around it, ignoring the other leg frantically smashing at them. Her little bootlace slipped apart with as much effort as it takes to press a button. As he slips the footwear off his palm takes delight in the sensations caused by the flexing muscles of the tiny woman's leg. He caught the other leg. Hosiery covered foot bounced off his fingers as he undid the boot on that leg's foot. As easy as the first, it came undone. Falling from her toes. The gorgeous older woman wasn't even saying words. Helpless struggles taking attention away from saying words at him. Not that they would have any more effect then her squirming. Peter caught the other foot and dangled the dark skinned lovely upside down. Her shapely form wiggled like a freshly caught fish. How long had it been since he had gone fishing with his father he wondered. He let the mini woman's form distract him from such sad thoughts. Her one piece cop costume was stretched along firm looking breasts and tight across her wonderfully round ass. The zipper holding the play uniform close was pulled up the front. He had to snicker as little hands slapped at his fingers wildly. He managed to pinch the little tab of metal of her miniature zipper. The opening of which eased the tension of the material of her outfit wonderfully. Pump breasts pressed out held tight in a sexy lacey black bra. He could just make out her slightly lighter brown aurora under the material. She struggled to retain the costume over the top of her body. But Ms. Vale was no match for him. Her arms folded back as he pulled the material up her upside down form. He felt bad when she gasped in pain. He would soon make up for that. She would gasp in pleasure whether she wanted to or not. He grabbed her dangling arms. Turning her upright with a yelp as her shoulders suddenly took her weight. Her athletic appealing legs coiled, likely attempting to stop him from removing the hanging clothes off that ass. Peter had admired that ass since he seen Ms. Vale walked down the hall at school that first day. Tight pencil skirt showed its perky roundness then, now he would get a better view. He wrapped his hand completely around her body. Allowing his fingers to admire her curves as he slowly slipped the navy blue covering down those delightful legs. Ms. Vale hung from his hand. Her panties were hidden slightly under her dark pantyhose. But he was certain they matched the bra. She had likely intended another to view this, but she was his to admire now. He turned her to admire that ass. 'Please Peter stop this. Please, you can't do this.' she finally managed words again. His finger pressed that ass. Rubbing along those cheeks. So firm, round, and tight. He playfully spanked a couple of finger pad pats on her cheeks as he pointed out, 'I don't think I could resist doing this now that I have this chance.' He slowly slipped his finger and thumb around her waist just above that hosiery. Her chanting at him was intoxicating. Her skin was like a drug, and he wanted to overdose in the silky sensations of it. Hugging digits tight, he slipped his hand down her dangling form. It must have caused tension in her arms as she called out in pain, she'd forget that pain once he started his planned goal. It was hard to move the thin material covering over her holdable hips. Then it started to roll under his attention, and that helped. He just had to roll bit by bit. This meant he could admire that black tight ass as he felt those legs. Ms. Vale's perfect bottom half exposed, he looked at that bra. He never undid a bra before. It looked to be a strap lapped over another and held there. He reasoned it couldn't be Velcro, the tension was too much for that material latch to hold. No buttons or zippers appeared there either. As he wondered about the chest retainer he pressed his tongue just below her calves and dragged it up those legs, she whimpered as he hummed in delight at the feel of her. He rolled and pressed his tongue at that ass. Clearly the former counselor didn't appreciate his attention yet. He wiggled his tip between her thighs and pressed it to her womanhood. She started and danced on it as he kissed along that slit. Teasing his intentions. Her sounds at his attention just encouraged him. He had seen a porn video where the guy grabbed the back of the bra with his teeth and pulled it open, he'd try that. With restrained care he didn't think he could manage with his blood burning so hot he tagged the cross strap. Ms. Vale made a sound, it was clearly a painful experience. But the bra was open. He grabbed her feet, and in a smooth action turned her back upside down as the hand holding her arms snatched the bra and took it from her. Now the sexiest woman he knew was dangling naked from his hand, at his mercy. And mercy was his plan really. He laid her along his palm facing up. 'Peter, what are you going to do?' she pleaded as he folded her legs up. Forcing them to spread wide to expose her smooth womanhood. He was a touch disappointed, he was hoping she had a nicely trimmed bush not a bare pussy. But he got over it as he leaned in. Little hands failed to waved him off, mouth wrapped around thighs and ass. His tongue slowly slipped along her. The protests were drowned in a startled sounding moan. He pressed again just as words of rejection were being fired at him. They stumbled into an appealing series of oh like sounds. Hungerly he started suckling her cunt. Eyes feasting on the tiny woman's reaction. Her head shook violently no and her back arched her tits up in a display of yes. His holding hand coiled to land fingers at those wanted mounds. He could faintly hear his former advisor gasping no out repeatedly in response to his oral assault. Her hands pressed at his fingers but failed to dislodge them. Her firm tits rolled under his attention. His other hand stopped holding her legs open as they wouldn't be able to push his face from between them. Now he could admire one of those trim limbs as the other pressed to his cheek. Soon she wasn't breathlessly protesting. Sexy pants of ohs and ahs slipped from the brown skinned goddess. Her breasts pressed back as his fingers rolled over their pointing nipples. The pushing little hands now stroked his digits in appreciation. Her free leg stroked along his cheek. Her hips danced in rhythm with his tasting tongue. Ms. Vale likely wouldn't have accepted this if he offered it to her. Forced however, she was helpless to resist. Then he noticed a strange liquid. He knew it was because she was aroused, but it tasted sweet, unnaturally. Mr. Foreman said they were treats, Peter didn't realize his magic meant they would be his favorite flavors. He would savor Ms. Vale for her sexy reactions alone. But the fact her arousal was butterscotch flavored made it even better. Deep his tongue dug to get more Ms. Vale taste, and soon it was gushing over his oral tentacle as the black temptress was broken into climax. His hands folded around his wanted pet. The sexual release brought her back to her senses. She begged, begging him to stop. Begged him for her clothes. Begged for her humanity back. All Ms. Vale would receive would be his attention. And tonight that little brown sugar treat would get a giant licked pussy. She would thank him as her body couldn't resist any longer and she again submitted to her master again in forced climax. He would adore his pretty black ladies like they should be. The former educator was drowned by the sensations again. Delightful form admired and suckled on till she exploded in forced delight again. She didn't beg after this time. No, she was gasping hard and laid limply. That didn't stop Peter from continuing. Ms. Vale would be completely spent from his attention. She would learn he owned her now. He hoped that at some point pleasure would transfer to obedience. The image of her worshiping her master's cock was a wonderful imagined scenario. Till then he would find ways to make due. There was a knock at his door. Peter looked at Ms. Vale. Seems his attention had been a bit much as she limply lay in his hand panting like she had been running hard for miles. He called out, 'Yes?' as he wondered what to do now. 'Peter, I have an old trunk you could use to hold your pets for tonight if you'd like.' his father called from the other side of the door. 'Ah sure, one sec.' Peter replied wondering what to do with his exhausted plaything. Then he had an idea. Undoing his pants he slipped the barely awake beauty into his underwear. She managed another, 'Peter no.' as he pinned her along his erection. He did his pants up and took a second to savor another benefit of owning his brown treat. Deciding she would learn to use that sexy body to worship his cock one way or another. Peter managed to walk over to his door. Opening it to see his father holding a beat up old green trunk. Peter knew this trunk, it was where his father was holding on to all the keepsakes of mom. The one that his dad would often open to torture himself with. What had he done with those emotional weights? 'Here, I don't need this anymore.' his father said, holding it out to him. 'OK, are you sure?' Peter had to ask. His father seemed different than he was just a short while ago. 'Yeah.' his father nodded hesitantly. 'I have some things I plan on getting rid of anyway. You should look through them tomorrow after Taekwondo.' 'OK, sure.' Peter agreed. Then thought to mention, 'Mr. Foreman said we could earn more treats if we went there and helped around his place. I might be able to get one or two for you if you'd like.' His father got a far away look like a woman came to mind. Then sighed, 'It's your thing, don't waste your efforts on me.' 'It wouldn't be a waste if it helped get my dad back.' Peter pushed. His dad looked wounded. He clearly didn't like how his drinking was affecting them both, but couldn't resist its call. 'Well, if you don't have any in mind for yourself, then go ahead.' he replied. 'OK dad,' Peter said, hoping Mr. Foreman could help with this. His father hugged him and walked away stating, 'Don't stay up too late, school in the morning.' 'Right, night dad.' Peter closed his door. Peter placed the trunk on his dresser. He undid his pants and took them off. He was about to pull Ms. Vale from his underwear. Then he admired how good her body looked pressed there by his hard on. She was wiggling, likely attempting to escape that pinning predicament. That felt amazing. Peter decided he would keep the hot counselor wrapped to his dick. Besides he had a second black beauty to play with. He loved how the strange beauty trembled as he crawled towards her. She had great legs sticking out for the short white skirt of her sexy nurse outfit. He opened the tiny cage and pulled her out by those limbs. She dangled upside down before him. Smart, she knew begging would only turn him on. She clearly didn't realize that loudly whimpering was arousing for him too. He grabbed the loose hanging shirt. No attempt to stop him from peeling it off her. His finger stroked over her cleavage. Her tits were not as big as Ms. Vale's. Not that he didn't want to take a look. He placed her in his other hand. It worked before, should work again he thought as he carefully pinched the strap of her solid white bra with his teeth. Pop, and he was sipping the shoulder straps off. He flipped her over and she was all sexy covering her tits with her hands. His fingers pushed those arms back. He lowered his mouth and sucked both boobs in. His tongue tasted them and she gasped. She made sexy sounds as he sucked softly on them. He wished he had sucked Ms. Vale's tits before wrapping her panting form to his cock. Peter sighed as he gave up that fun. Flipping her to see how to undo the mini skirt. He couldn’t see how at first. Then he noticed a strange rectangle. He scratched at it. 'It's hooks.' the woman explained. 'Hooks?' he asked. She turned over, 'Like a bra, wait. You promise not to hurt me?' 'Yeah, I plan on licking your pussy like I did Ms. Vale.' he explained. His little pet looked scared, but intrigued. 'I'll take it off for you.' She reached around and the skirt came loose. She slipped it off. Without him asking she kneeled in his palm. She hooked her thumbs in her sexy white panty hose and slipped it off that hot black ass. Peter liked watching her strip for him. Then she turned and grabbed his fingers. She stuck her ass up and spread her thighs, 'OK, I'm ready.' she explained. Peter raised his pretty unknown pet to his lips. Wondering the whole time what she was going to taste like. Wrapping them around her ass and thighs. His tongue dragged across her smooth slit. The black treat gasped, 'OH GOD!' As he enjoyed her sweet brown sugar cunt she moaned and whimpered. Sputtering out praises like, 'Ah you sick bastard!' and 'Lick harder, oh yeah, just like that!' The living toy pressed her chest to the fingers she was using to hold herself up. Rubbing pointing nipples along his touch. Her hips grind her pussy into each swipe. Her hips popped up as she exploded into her first climax. Peter flipped her onto her back. She lifted her pussy up at him and spread her legs. 'Go ahead you sick white boy, suck my pussy.' she roared at him. His mouth clasped over her offered sexuality and she arched in a sexy display as he did. 'I hate you! Yes lick yes!' she began screaming. Peter liked how angry she was getting as he gave her a giant pussy eating. Like she was working out the frustration of knowing she was now his to play with whenever he wanted. Her legs stroked his cheeks. Little hands grabbed fingers and pressed the tips to her heaving breasts. Yes, a surrendering sexy mad black tiny woman was hot. He reached into his underwear. As he sucked the cunt in his hand, his other hand started stroking Ms. Vale along his hard on. It felt amazing. Her fit sexy body delighted his stiff cock. The former teacher begged him to stop, which had the opposite reaction. He was getting close. He pushed his dick out of his underwear. He pinned Ms. Vale just at his head, holding her arms back. As his sucker screamed, 'YES WHITE BASTARD YES!' Peter watched as thick globs spurted out of his dick and sprayed onto Ms. Vale's beautiful face. Spattering over her hot tits. It's white ooze contrasting perfectly with her dark brown skin. He didn't know what Mr. Foreman meant by Jungle fever, but if this was it, he was burning up with it. Peter snuck to the bathroom to wash his pets off and get ready for bed. Surprised to see his father had already gone to bed. Ms. Vale was still begging for him to help her return to normal when he was placing her into the trunk. Like he would give up what just happened. Peter coiled into his bed. His father seemed to react positively to the little women as pets. He hoped he would receive one that could help his father kick his addiction. One for his father that would bring his dad back to him. |
1693010573 | MrForeman4 | 'Hello honey, did you have fun Trick and Treating?' Mark's mother greeted him as he entered. 'Yeah, we got all kinds of neat treats.' he told his mother with a big smile. She stepped up and grabbed his pillowcase, 'Well, let's see.' 'No mom, wait.' he reacted too slowly, she had his pillow case. She walked over to their dining room table and poured the contents out. The two small cages with the two tiny women trapped inside them came tumbling out. 'Oh, what are those.' His mother noted at the sight. 'Their action figures.' he lied. The tiny ladies countering his claim by begging his mother for help. 'What did I tell you about lying Markus Christopher Tanner. They are clearly shrunken women.' His mother chastised as she lifted the one that looked like Mrs. Bell. 'We got them from Mr. Foreman, he gave them out.' Mark confessed. Immediately he slipped out that his friends had some too. They will be so mad at him. 'Oh, really. I didn't think you boys would dare go up to that spooky old place.' His mother said examining the Mini Mrs. Bell. The little creature was convinced it was the teacher as she kept begging his mother for help. But Mark watched his mother put down that cage and lift the unknown blonde up. 'They sure are cute little things aren't they.' 'Yeah they are. '' he replied. Mark was confused. Did his mother not hear them pleading? It was like they were those weird Precious Moment things she was always buying off eBay more than living creatures. 'Oh, you could keep them in Evan's old tank. His heat lamp might even give them a nice tan if your careful using it on them.' she offered. Her precious pet lizard had passed only a couple months ago. He had a huge tank he would rest in while they were out or sleeping. It was still set up in the living room. His mother walked over to the tank. 'Yes, you can keep them in here when you're not playing with them. Remember to clean them up after you're done enjoying them. I don't need to see the results of your private room time.' 'Oh mom.' he whined. He didn't want to think about his mom thinking about him masturbating. Having her explain that it was natural and OK to do was bothersome enough when she sat him down to give him the talk. 'Oh, we both know what you have planned for these two. Honestly is the best policy.' she countered. 'I think sometimes not saying something might be a good policy. Especially about things like that.' he advised. 'I suppose. Hey, I have doll patterns in the attic. Tomorrow after school we should look for them and we could make them little play outfits. Bet your friends would like some for their treats as well.' she suggested. 'Yeah, that would be cool. But Mr. Foreman said we could earn more if we came over and helped him around his property. I was thinking of going there after school tomorrow.' Mark noted. 'OK, but you have band practice after school. Don't skip that. If you do I'll ground you from you shrunken ladies for a week. Got it.' she told him. 'Yes mom.' was all he could reply. 'After supper tomorrow we'll look for the patterns.' She decided for them. 'OK mom.' He agreed, wondering what patterns she might have that could be fun. 'Well the sooner we look through your treats the sooner you can play with those shrunken women. And the sooner you'll go to bed, school in the morning.' his mother said, sitting down at the table. After they finished he grabbed the two blondes from the tank and went to his room. He placed them on his desk and stripped himself down. He liked how they cringed at his nakedness. How their eyes looked terrified at his erection. He sat in his chair and grabbed the mini-Mrs. Bell. Her Little Miss Muffet outfit looked hot on that curvy body. The top stretched across her tits and showed more of her cleavage than he had ever seen before. The skirt barely covered that ass that guys at school drooled over. Even the little hat thing tired to her head was sexy somehow. 'Come here little pretend Mrs. Bell. '' he excitedly said as his fingers wrapped that amazing body. 'Mark please, you have to understand. I am Mrs. Bell. I don't know how but that Mr. Foreman pulled me from a costume party. You have to help me get back to normal. Take me to the police, it's the right thing to do. I know your a good young man, please do the right thing.' she pleaded. He was unsure, 'Really Mrs. Bell? That is you and not some magic version of you?' 'Yes Mark, and I need your help.' the woman replied. 'I don't know, if I tell the police about you, then the guys will lose their shrunken ladies.' He didn't want to have his friends mad at him. 'They shouldn't be keeping people as slaves, you know that Mark. Be the nice guy I know you are.' Mrs. Bell reasoned. 'Right, the nice guy that gets made fun of for being fat. Pushed into the girl's changing room naked by the jocks.' he sighed. 'Those are wrong too. But being wrong to others doesn't change that.' Mrs. Bell reasoned. 'Wait, if you are really Mrs. Bell then Mr. Foreman can grab anyone in town to be our pets.' Mark realized. 'But doing that to anyone is wrong.' she repeated. 'I could get Peyton too.' Dawned on him. 'Please no Mark. She's my little girl.' the woman begged. There was a desperation to her voice that delighted him. 'But she's cute. And has nice big boobs. '' he imagined the younger blonde teen in his hand. 'No Mark, don't please.' Mrs. Bell pleaded harder. He smiled, 'What will you do to keep that from happening?' 'Mark, you must realize this is wrong. You need to help us.' the shapely former teacher clearly hoped. 'I bet she looks great naked.' he taunted. 'Well, what will you do to keep her from joining you?' 'Mark, no, oh please don't hurt my baby.' the blonde pleaded. So helplessly sexy. He placed her on his desk. 'Strip for me Mrs. Bell,' he commanded. 'No Mark, the police.' she started. Interrupting he commanded, 'Strip or tomorrow night I'll be enjoying Peyton instead.' The former teacher reached back. There was something about his sudden power over the grown woman. Being in charge of his former authority figure. 'Slowly.' he advised. The teacher finished unzipping the revealing play dress and pushed it off her shoulders. 'Make it sexy,' he added. The shapely blonde nodded reluctantly. She clearly didn't want to perform for her now teen master. But the hope to avoid her daughter joining her swayed her appealing hips back and forth. Tilting forward to display those two big plump mounds that distracted him when she would teach. The movement allowed the dress to fall to the desktop. Underneath was lacey and sexy. Like flags to attract his eager eyes to tits and round ass. Long legs draped in panty hose material held up by one of those sexy underwear belt things. 'Keep the gloves and that belt panty hose thing on. But shoes, bra, and panties, off.' he told her. 'Mark, you should reconsider.' Mrs. Bell tried. 'I wonder what outfits mom has that would look good on Peyton.' he tormented. The blonde head fell and she looked at her feet. Then sighed hard. Reaching back she undid her bra. Mark's heart pounded, he would get to see Mrs. Bell's tits. She slowly slipped one strap down, then the other. Holding the bowl parts over the end of her boobs. Rocking her barely covered chest appealingly back and forth. Mark got the feeling this wasn't Mrs. Bell's first strip show. But it will be his show from now on. And show she did. Pulling the bra away. Big appealing pink spots pointed from her chest at him atop big plump boobs. She looked confused down at her chest like they were not her tits. Then gave an odd nod like she had just realized something. Then she rolled her shoulders making her massive tits dance before his gaze. Bouncing them for his entertainment. He heard himself hum in appreciation. 'Mark?' she spoke. 'What?' was she going to point out this was wrong again? Beg him to help her again? 'If I do as you tell me, everything you tell me. Will you promise that you or your friends won't do this to Peyton? Please don't shrink my baby.' The shapely mini woman offered. 'You'll strip and stuff without whining about it being wrong or how I should help you?' he asked. 'If it keeps my daughter from being made like this I'll be your best little slave.' she promised. 'Deal, Peyton won't get shrunk. But if you don't behave or talk back she'll be my next pet.' he advised. The woman nodded. She walked over to his keyboard. Looked over her shoulder, then reached up and appealingly tugged at the ribbon holding her hat on. Grabbing the top frill with her other hand she tossed it away. She bent and that ass became his only focus. Frilly panties stretched across. Then she gave it a delightful wiggle. Mark could see her little face in the refraction of his computer screen. Mrs. Bell was clearly uncomfortable displaying for her former student. Clearly only submitting to keep her daughter safe. Well that didn't matter as long as she did as he wanted. She turned faking a sexy smile, then slowly slipped her glasses off. Dragging the ear hook along her mouth in an appealing manner. Before folding them and placing them on his ctrl button. She turned on her toes, kicking her heels off. She walked towards him with hips waving back and forth. One foot in front of the other. Her thumbs hooked those lacey frilly panties. As her waist continued to dance her body all sexy she slowly slipped those panties off her perfect ass. Slowly turning as she did so. Her every curve was his to admire. Coiling down she moved the little underwear down her long legs and stepped out of them. Standing in just her sexy sock belt thing and her gloves she asked, 'What now Master?' Mrs. Bell calling him Master made his cock bounce. 'I, I don't know.' he had to admit. His mind was in too much shock at seeing the hottest teacher in school naked before him to come up with an idea about anything. 'I could rub myself on your penis.' Mrs. Bell suggested. Clearly not what she really wanted to do, but if it kept her daughter safe it seemed she would do anything. As he adjusted so his erection rested along his body he replied, 'Yeah you'll do that.' He lifted the curvy beauty and draped her along his cock. Her warm skin felt amazing along his shaft. He felt her sigh. Then her mouth opened as she pressed her shapely body to his cock. It looked like she was about to lick his skin. Then she looked up with a worried look on her face. 'You promise, Peyton will be safe?' 'Yeah, yeah, do it.' he replied. She hugged tight and lowered her open mouth. Her tongue touched his hardened penis and dragged up it. It was the best sensation ever. Little tongue tasting his cock. Better was the sight of Mrs. Bell doing it. His cock jumped in delight. It startled a gasp from her, then she seemed to almost give off a slight giggle. Her body began grinding his dick. Long legs stroked his shaft. Big plump tits massaged his hardened cock. Hands rubbed in an almost loving manner. Mouth and tongue kissing his skin. It was the hottest sight ever. Better was the fact he wasn't just looking at it, but was the focus of it. 'Eww.' brought his attention to his desk. The blonde dressed as Supergirl was looking down at Mrs. Bell sexing his dick with a disgusted look on her face. The costume displayed an amazing body. Not as curvy as Mrs. Bell, but still hot. She looked to be older, like early twenties. Like a girl from the college in town. She saw him looking at her and cringed back. His hand grabbed her. He slipped up to the desk. Mrs. Bell continued fucking herself on his dick even after she slipped from view. Mark looked and noticed her costume had no zipper. It was stretched over her chest. His fingers wrapped her shoulders and peeled the shimmery top off her tits. They popped out with no bra on. Little soft pink dots told of where her nipples were. She squirmed helplessly in his giant hands. He always liked the art of Supergirl being overpowered and molested. He turned her upside down. Her little skirt flopped down to reveal her ass cover in her black panty hose. A red strap was between her legs with little snaps. He pinched the sliver of fabric after the snaps. Making his toy jump. A tug and the snaps popped open. He reached around her waist. Fingertips were all he needed to pull that tight panty hose material off that little round ass and up to just past her knees. He forced her onto all fours on his desk. Loving she was too busy helplessly struggling to whimper about this being wrong or how he should be a nice guy and help her. Ass up he pressed his pinky to her bare cunt. 'NO, that's too big!' She screamed as he wiggled it at her pussy. 'AHHH!' She arousing announced as he entered. He pumped his hand in and out. Making the college aged blonde's body rock in his grip. Her firm looking tits rocked with the action. Each intrusion made her grunt an ah sound. Her face made it seem like she was in pain. But her pussy was getting wet and easier to poke into. Her little nipples began to point, didn't that mean she was liking it? He was and that's what mattered. He quickened his pace. Her gasping started to slip to a sexy moaning. His pinky was now sliding in and out easily. Seems Supergirl's Kryptonite was a giant fingering her pussy. He loved how her ass was wiggling in time with his hand. She bowed her chest down pointing her pussy up more. Too much for the last daughter of Krypton as she pointed her head up and howled, 'NO, oh oh oh!' He let her go and she flipped on her back gasping for breath. Legs spread wide. Arms laid on his desk top. Eyes closed as she looked to be weeping. Mark wrapped his hand around Mrs. Bell. Standing he began to stroke his dick with the shapely teacher. Her curvy body brought him great sexual delight. Soon he was ready to cum. Pointing at the college blonde he sprayed her chest. She guarded her face with her arms and whimpered no repeatedly, but didn't try to move out from under his spray. Mark sat back into his desk chair. Panting hard. This was the most intense thing he had ever experienced. It took him a few minutes to catch his breath and focus on the mess he made. He used some tissues to mop up most of the cum off his desk and the college blonde. He placed Mrs. Bell on the desk beside the younger blonde. She looked at the soaked girl and asked, 'You promise Peyton will not be shrunk?' 'If you behave, she won't be,' he replied. Uncertain if his friends would hold up his promise. He pulled on some old sweat shorts he used for sleeping in. Then grabbed the two blondes. A quick rinse in the kitchen sink cleared off his private time results as his mother would call it. Next time he'll have to get them to strip off their clothes first. He took the soaked clothes and plopped them in the hamper. Wondering if his mother will be upset that he put them away naked. He readied for bed. He was well ready for it after playing with his new pets. He took the time to take a face cloth into his desk and make sure it was clean. Washed and brushed, he curled under his blankets. Soon dreaming of other blondes that would make great additions to the tank in the living room. |
1693010583 | MrForeman5 | Tim's alarm woke him. He sat up and stretched. Scratching his balls he realized he had some raging morning wood. His first thought was to pop quickly onto his computer and go to one of his secret sites. Then he remembered the treats in the cage. He opened it and the two gorgeous little ladies cowered before his mighty form. He grabbed them together in their sock sleeping bag. He pulled down his bottoms to expose his hard on. He grabbed the mini beauties to stretch the opening of the sock, he slipped his cock between them. The elastic helped to pin them to the sides of his erection. He leaned his head back and just savored the sensations caused by the squirming of their two naked sexy bodies. 'Ahh, good morning my little pets.' he growled as he started stroking his hard on with their helpless bodies. He liked how the taunting made him feel so powerful. He added, 'This is your life now, rubbing your bodies on my cock.' Speeding up he barked, 'Love it! Love it! Love my cock!' He closed his eyes and imagined his pets sexy bodies working along his shaft. Pretty mouth licking at him. Those hot tits pressing at his dick. Those dream legs humping at the shaft. Images and sensations were too much for him. Pulling the sock up, he pushed them in slightly and capped his penis. A few quick bare handed pumps and he was cumming hard into the fabric tube and covering those two sexy mini girls. He carried the sock carefully, he didn't want to drop the best treats he ever got. Yet, he also rather not get any of his cum on himself. He recovered his spent manhood. Then walked to the bathroom and poured the two into the sink and started them a cold shower. Dropping the sock in the hamper. He did the next thing his cock demanded in the morning and pissed hard. Water had warmed up perfectly for him to wash his hands. He grabbed the beauties and dried them both with the same face cloth. Carrying them back to his room his dad smiled at him, 'Hurry up and wash up. You can play with your living dolls after school.' 'I was going to go to Mr. Foreman's to help him after school if that's OK?' He asked just to be on the safe side. 'You're going in the hopes for another doll, but yeah go ahead.' his dad agreed. Breakfast was had and Tim gathered his school things. He wandered out to meet up with his friends and walk to school. Mark arrived first, leaned in and asked, 'You remember that blonde treat Mr. Foreman gave me that looked like Mrs. Bell?' 'Oh yeah, was she fun to play with.' Tim wondered, planning to ask to borrow that one at some point. 'Oh yeah.' Mark sighed, then shook his head. 'She doesn't look like a mini version of Mrs. Bell. She is Mrs. Bell.' 'No, can't be.' Tim countered. Bill walked up, 'Hey guys, you know that tiny girl Mr. Foreman gave me that looked like my sister's friend Helen?' 'See, she's actually Helen.' Mark firmly stated. 'Yeah, how did you know?' Bill agreed. 'I'm worried that they all were real girls. Then they will be missing. The authorities will start looking for them.' Mark reasoned. Peter rushed up, 'Hey guys, Mr. Foreman actually shrunk Ms. Vale.' 'Yeah, we just decided he must have shrunk real girls to give to us.' Tim brought Peter up to the rest of the group. 'So, what does that mean overall?' Peter asked as they started towards school. 'Well, at least we have another twelve hours or so. Since a missing person case can't be opened till the person has been missing for twenty four hours.' Bill reasoned. 'I think that's an urban legend.' Mark countered. Bill waved the larger friend off, 'No no, I read that somewhere.' 'Reading it and it being true are two different things.' Mark explained. 'Well, what will we do?' Peter interrupted the debate. Tim shrugged, 'Just keep our mouths shut. We have no direct connection to their disappearance. Mr. Foreman used magic so not likely to leave clues the police will find. All we have to do is answer like they expect, us not knowing anything.' 'Cool, at lunch we should practice. That way when we have to talk to the police we will have the same story.' Bill proudly said. 'Or we just go with we just learned they're gone and know nothing.' Tim repeated. 'And we can't practice at lunch.' Peter said, pointing towards the school. A couple police cars were parked in the parking lot. Looked like two Officers were standing by one watching the coming students. 'See, they don't have to wait twenty four hours.' Mark noted. 'Oh man oh man, what do we do?' Bill sounded like he was getting ready to panic. 'Relax Bill. How would they even think we had anything to do with them disappearing? Likely they are poking around hoping to find something in their files or something.' Tim guessed. 'Yeah if they thought we knew anything they would just come to our houses.' Mark pointed out. Tim looked at his friends, 'Just remember that we don't know anything. The cops will have no idea Mr. Foreman gave them to us. How could they?' 'Oh, speaking of Mr. Foreman giving us girls. Ahh, could you guys not get Peyton Bell.' Mark requested suddenly. Bill let out a slight whistle, 'Man, Peyton would make a sweet tiny girl.' 'Wait, why shouldn't we get Peyton?' Peter asked. 'I promised Mrs. Bell if she did as I wanted we wouldn't have Peyton shrunk.' Mark explained. 'That doesn't seem fair. Why shouldn't we have access to whoever so you can get your dick wet.' Bill argued. 'Wait, so Mrs. Bell will do whatever you tell her? So if you told her to hump my dick do you think she would?' Peter requested. 'Yeah, if we all agree not to shrink Peyton.' Mark figured. 'Cool, I could lend you Ms. Vale if you wanted to give her a try.' Peter suggested. 'No, I don't think any girl should be off limits.' Bill interjected. 'I promised, as long as we don't shrink her Mrs. Bell is my willing slave.' Mark countered. Bill waived that off, 'I didn't promise. Besides if one of us have her how would Mrs. Bell know.' 'But I promised we wouldn't. So don't.' Mark demanded firmly. 'Well too bad.' Bill was starting to raise his voice. Tim could see Bill wasn't going to let this go. Peyton would make a fine addition to any of their collections. But Mark gave his word. His friend should respect that. Tim had to stop this agreement, especially since it was getting louder, 'Guys guys, look Bill is right.' 'What?' Mark scoffed. 'See.' Bill accepted. 'Yeah, I don't think we should say any girls are off limits.' Tim added. 'Right.' Bill agreed. 'Sure, I'm looking forward to getting Amy, can you imagine those track trained legs wrapped to your cock. Hopefully I can get her while she's in that sexy cheer uniform of hers.' Tim suggested. Bill held his hand out in a stop indication, 'Hey wait.' 'Or Melissia, hmmm, years of gymnastics and dance. Make her do a little performance before she dances with my pole.' Tim continued. 'Hey, those are my sisters.' Bill complained. Tim was certain Peter wasn't in on his plan, just voicing his idea, 'I rather his mom with those head sized tits. Have you guys noticed how firm the tiny ladies' breasts are? Imagine those big melons rubbing up and down along your dick.' 'No, you can't have my mom or sisters.' Bill growled. 'Then, maybe we should make a list of ladies not allowed to be collected. Like Peyton for Mark.' Tim advised. 'Sure, fine.' Bill clearly didn't like Tim pointing that failing in his argument. 'OK, we all good. Let's see what is happening at school and if all is good for we'll make an off limits list at lunch and give it to Mr. Foreman this after noon.' Tim advised. 'Ah, I have taekwondo tonight. I can't go over to Mr. Foreman's today.' Peter reminded them. Bill nodded, 'The same.' Mark shrugged, 'I can go, but only after band this afternoon.' 'Fine, I'll bring the list to him.' Tim sighed. He wanted another tiny pretty woman. Just not to have to work by himself with that creepy old man. 'Band is only a half hour. I'll be there right after that.' Mark said. 'OK, sure. Now remember guys, we know nothing about missing teachers.' Tim reminded them as they restarted towards the school. |
1693010586 | MrForeman6 | Crystal Tanner took an early lunch to go home. She could have taken her regular lunch but wanted to make it less likely her son Mark would come home and catch her. She knew she shouldn't do what she was thinking. They were his new pets. The idea just wouldn't slip from her head. Now they were not her types. But they were not given to her and it was less likely her Mark was going to want to play with a tiny Hemsworth. She walked up to the old lizard tank. Two tiny pleading blondes begged her to help them. Naked, convenient. Likely Mark had soiled their trampy costumes last night as he played with them. She would have to look through her patterns, her Mark deserved more ways to play with his little bimbos. She didn't know the college aged one. Just like his father Mark liked fit blondes. It always made Crystal wonder why that man ever went out with her. She reached in and grabbed the teacher. Her ex would have gone nuts over this one. Almost the opposite of Crystal. Thin and tall with legs for days. Sure she had big breasts, but this Mrs. Bell's were annoyingly firm and perky. It was such a rush to hold a person in her hand. Hear it begging helplessly. Feel the mini muscles as she squirmed. Yes Trevor would have liked this bimbo. He couldn't resist blondes. The whole reason they were divorced. It was easy to get divorced from a pedophile. She sat on the couch and began opening her pants. The tiny woman began getting frantic. It must have driven Mark wild. Crystal wasn't even attracted to women and hearing that helpless panic begging her was making her blood race. The pounding of her heart reminded her of the night she caught Trevor. You would have thought if you were going to have an affair he would have found a grown woman. Or he would have at least left the driveway of his home. No, there he was leaning his head back as that little blonde slut of a babysitter was sucking him off. He jumped fast when the police knocked on his window. Seems a concerned person made an anonymous call. Seems that tramps family had to move to another town. When people find out your daughter will blow a man for a few bucks you have to start questioning why she's getting so many quick babysitting jobs. She did worry that Mark would want to see his father. Talk with him. But no, her smart boy hated his father. Even had his last name changed to her maiden name when she changed her name back. Sure a touch costly, but worth it. But now Crystal was a lonely woman. Not many men her age were looking for a short chubby brunette mother of one. Mark's new little pets might help with that. Her womanhood exposed, Crystal brought the chest of the wiggling blonde to her damp labia. Now Crystal's head leaned back. The former teacher's breasts had to be fake, so firm and large. Oh they felt so good stroking along her slit. She would have to get more excited to do her plan. She pressed those tits against her clitoris and rolled them. Yeah, that was working like a charm. Made more delicious as that bimbo just kept whimpering and squirming. Crystal pressed the blonde along her sensitive location. Rubbing her up and down along her moistening womanhood. Crystal stroked that wiggling curvy body. The woman was struggling, adding to the sensations Crystal was enjoying. Crystal felt like a goddess playing with that bimbo. Purring in delight, 'Worship me blondie, worship me!' Well wet Crystal repositioned the former teacher. 'What are you doing?' panicked the blonde. Clearly a natural blonde, it had to be clear where she was headed. The head went in easily. A careful rolling and Crystal hummed as the shoulders stretched in. Another advantage of those firm perky mounds was they stroked along the top of her passage. The former teacher was fighting hard, grinding itself all around inside Crystal. Crystal smacked her lips. It had been years since a living creature was inside her. Hopefully Mark would get more busty bimbos, she could use a variety. Finally, that Mrs. Bell slipped inside down to her ankles. Attempting to worm herself free from Crystal's womanhood. Those curves were not just good for appealing to men. They stretched and rubbed Crystal’s sensitive canal like nothing she had experienced before. Crystal smiled and slowly started working that helpless blonde in and out. Holding it along it's calves up to its knees to keep those long legs straight. In and out, in and out. Just past it's knees escaped only to be pressed back in. Big bimbo tits grinding intensely. It's height made them go wonderfully deep. This wasn't going to take long. Crystal gasped hard, 'In, out! In, out!' as that blonde was used for her enjoyment. Oh Crystal couldn't remember ever climaxing so hard. Her short broad legs pointed out from her as her vision went white. Her body trembled and she could faintly hear herself moan a long solid note of ecstasy. It took Crystal a few minutes to come back to the world. She would have to change. Between her pleasure sweating and her juices, her clothes were soaked, She snickered, she would have to strip the couch cushion and wash it too. She pulled out the former teacher. She didn't look injured thank goodness. But she was dripping with Crystal's happy fluids. She had to wash it before leaving. She didn't want to see Mark's fun time results on his pets, he shouldn’t have to see hers. First however she needed to set the bimbo straight. 'You will not tell my Mark about our little fun times or else.' Crystal liked how it felt to be a mean giantess. The woman looked a little delirious. Whimpering, 'Please don't hurt my daughter.' Crystal looked at the girl in the tank. No, wait. Her daughter goes to Mark's school. That is clearly not her. 'As long as you don't tell my Mark about our fun she'll not have to replace you as my plaything.' Crystal bluffed. The bimbo's eyes went wide. 'No Mark promised if I did as he wanted she wouldn't be shrunk.' Crystal felt an odd sense of pride that her little man had played this woman like that. He was such a smart boy. She would have to reward his cleverness. Crystal guessed he'll get pizza from his favorite place tonight for supper. 'Well, I guess now you also have to keep my happy playtimes quiet too. Because as I remember her, she would work well instead of you for my needs.' The shapely little toy pleaded, 'OK, OK, I'll not tell him. Please don't have her shrunk too.' 'Fine. Let's get you washed up.' Crystal replied. After washing the bimbo she changed. Filling the washer with the cushion cover. She could come home this afternoon and switched them over to the dryer. Next lunchtime visit she would have to put a towel down. Changed, she headed back to work while looking forward to taking more lunches at home. |
1693010591 | MrForeman7 | Turns out any worries about the police were unfounded. An assembly was held during first classes. The Police simply asked if anyone had seen anything strange in the last few days. They didn't even clarify what they were looking into. Likely hoping to keep people from worrying. All it did was comfort Tim in his friends that they were safe from discovery. The whole school was sent to classes as normal. The morning classes were done. Tim and Peter walked into the cafeteria. They sat at their usual table. 'Man, knowing what's waiting for me at home is making school drag on.' Peter complained. Tim nodded, 'I agree but our parents are not going to allow us to sit at home and get off all day.' 'Thought about who you want off limits?' Peter voiced his understanding by changing the subject. 'My mother of course. And my Aunts really. But unlike Bill I have no sisters to worry about. It isn't like any of you would want to play with Albert.' Tim answered. 'No, Al is safe.' Peter agreed. 'Al's safe from what?' Bill asked, pulling out his seat. 'None of you will want him as a pet.' Tim advised. Bill nodded, 'Not unless he's gone through some changes lately.' 'Hey, where's Mark?' Peter asked. Tim hadn't realized but Mark hadn't arrived. It was unlike the larger lad to skip lunch. Bill snorted, 'Looks like he's trying to get into the friend zone.' Tim followed Bill's eye line. There was Mark walking in beside Peyton Bell. She looked miserable, but looked to be taking comfort in Mark's company. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she gave a soft smile at him. Then they parted, heading to their groups of friends. Tim had to admire Peyton's beauty. The girl's body was already well showing it was copying her mother's attractive form. A year or so younger than he was, her body looked more womanly than girls older than him. 'What was that about?' Bill asked as Mark joined them. 'Peyton was so upset about her mother being missing I thought I'd talk to her and try to make her feel better.' Mark answered. Peter unnecessarily pointed out, 'She's only missing due to you getting her as a treat last night.' 'Yeah and?' Mark countered. 'I think Bill is pointing out the irony that you're trying to comfort her from the pain you had a part in causing so you can get into those pants.' Peter snarkily explained. 'No, I wanted to make her feel better.' Mark defended himself. 'She's looking over and smiling at you.' Bill said. 'Really?' Mark cheered, peeking over to where she was sitting with friends. 'No, but that just shows we are right.' Bill teased. 'OK guys stop it. You're just both jealous that neither of you thought to use her pain to your advantage.' Tim chidded them. 'Hey, that wasn't what I was doing.' Mark grumbled. Making the rest of the table laugh. Tim waved them down and took control, 'We agreed to make a list to give to Mr. Foreman of girls that we don't want shrunk.' 'Yeah, I was wondering. Besides family and such. Should we give him a list of ugly girls? I mean do any of us really want, say, Miss. Crabtree to play with?' Peter asked. 'Man I would. Make that lesbian slave driver work her fit body along my cock. Five more Crabtree, you're about to earn your protein shake.' Bill mockingly teased the imaginary version of their tiny gym teacher. 'As fun as tormenting her might be. I don't think we have to ask for no uglies. Something about how he brought them out of that bag tells me it knows who or what types of girls we find attractive.' Tim suggested. 'Like the bag goes, he finds Elizabeth Olsen hot, let's not give him Kathy Griffin?' Mark questioned. 'Yeah, short of?' Tim reasoned. 'Hey, you think it can get us celebrities?' Bill asked Tim like he was an expert. Tim shrugged, 'I don't know. I kind of doubt it. It likely has a range. And yeah people around here noticed people missing. But three from the school went missing last night and it's still classes as normal around here. Something about more people noticing them missing making it harder to cast seems right to me.' 'Dang a Gal Gadot action figure would have been wonderful for my collection.' Peter said slyly. Adding, 'Get it, wonderful.' The other three all sighed together, 'Yeah, we got it.' They got to work making their list. Mother and sisters. Aunts and cousins. Peyton being the one non-relative. Certain ones were easy, Mark's mother was the sweetest lady they knew. But none of his friends would have considered her. They rather her baked treats with their D&D game than her as a treat for their dicks. Actually it was Peter's request not to grab his mother that surprised Tim. He would have thought he would have wanted her to get her just desserts for leaving his dad while he was still recovering from his disfiguring accident. Especially since she left with the doctor that had promised to repair his dad's face. But no he didn't want her shrunk. Tim got the real feeling he really didn't want to take the chance he would have to deal with her again in any form. Lunch finished and Tim trudged through the afternoon classes. Knowing that Raven hair beauty and that Crimson haired hottie was just sitting at home waiting for him to get back and enjoy them was constantly flooding his mind. Oh the ideas of things he could do to them or better, things he could make them do to him made paying attention in class hard. Luckily he’d calm down before the end of class so nobody noticed how hard. But he had a mission. Go to Mr. Foreman's. Do yard work or whatever. Get a third beauty. If it wasn't for the fact he could get another one he likely would have gone straight home. Peter and Bill went home for early suppers so they could get to taekwondo. Mark went straight to band practice. Well, he met up with Peyton and her flute. Tim had to admit Mark might have been making out the best out of their sudden luck. Daughter at school, hot mother at night at home. Tim went straight from school to Mr. Foreman's. As he approached he noticed the gate was closed. He walked up and looked for an intercom or some way to contact the house. Nothing, he sighed, he'd wasted his time he thought. Then the gates opened. He looked about, 'Mr. Foreman?' Nothing replied. Slowly he started up towards the house. Even in daylight it still spooked him. Creepy woods before the structure he told himself. As he approached along the winding trail he started to feel energized. Like waking Christmas morning or heading to the county fair. He just knew something exciting was at the end of this path. Unlike the night before Tim had no trouble approaching the door. He thought this odd. He was alone today, yesterday he had his friends. Yesterday he felt like he was somewhat intruding. Today he felt almost at home. He lifted his fist to knock on the door. It opened and the cranky old man waved him in, 'Come on Mr. Hill. School bit of a chore today? Stick with it, it'll help you with your real studies.' Tim entered the building. Shelves of books lined the walls like a dusty library. An old tube TV sat on an old two level coffee table. It actually had a VCR player attached to it. An old recliner chair sat directly across from the TV. An old couch with a few boxes on and around it sat along the wall with the window. A large faded red carpet with a diamond pattern in the center covered the floor. It was oddly just as Tim expected it to be. 'You said if we helped you around the house we could get more treats?' Tim asked. Then his mind noticed something, something Mr. Foreman had said. 'What real studies?' 'Oh, good. For a second there lad I thought I messed up my spell last night. But nope, you're just what I need. Follow me.' Mr. Foreman said and started towards a door. 'Wait, need for what?' Tim wondered even though he thought it would have made more sense to be worried. 'Lad, that's a good point if I'm sensing your internal debate right. But wonder is the better path I promise.' The old man said with a smile twisting his grumpy features. 'What, you're not making sense.' Tim replied. 'Am I not, I'm certain you're almost there. Last test Mr. Hill.' the old man teased as he opened the door. It was a large room. Scattered furniture was covered in dusty sheets. Piles of old boxes of things piled on and around. Some just willy nilly piled in their own groups. There was an energy about it. Old, but strong, Tim could almost touch it, and if he could touch it he felt he could shape it like clay. But, first the room needed to lose it's clutter. Tim looked at the old man. He was looking at Tim knowingly. 'Your planning on teaching us magic.' He gasped. 'Almost.' Mr. Foreman said, holding up a finger. 'Me, I am to learn magic. What about Mark?' Tim asked. 'Oh you are good Mr. Hill. Mr. Tanner has a touch of potential. But more enough to be your assistant, a protector as it is in your pursuits.' Mr. Foreman advised. 'Peter and Bill, they don't. Them being with us last night. That's why Mark and I felt that dread. We were like, kind of absorbing their reaction to something you set up.' Tim guessed. Mr. Foreman snapped his fingers and cheered almost excitedly, 'Dang, you are going to be a talent. Almost right on the money. My protection spell was to keep any none talents away. But you and Mr. Tanner's natural affinities protected them, weakening your own shielding. Probably why you couldn't reach my door. As you came however, that brought Mr. Tanner's talents to play. And he came to protect his spell caster.' 'Look, Mark and I are just friends.' Tim started. Mr. Foreman interrupted with a heavy sigh. Then noted, 'He's your guardian and you are his wizard, or will be. None of that means your lovers. In Fact that is usually the cast. To close of a bound disrupts the energies.' 'So, what about Peter and Bill?' Tim worried for his friends. 'They will still be able to come and help around. But as you and Mr. Tanner will be rewarded with knowledge and skills. They are being rewarded in their personal lives. And you all of course will gain the little pretties that lured you back today. But before any teaching can begin.' Mr. Foreman explained. 'We need to clean this room to use for teaching and rituals.' Tim surmised. Mr. Foreman tapped his nose. Adding, 'Now, Mr. Miles and Mr. South will not understand why they can't learn magic. So let's not let them know till after you start to harness your talents. Mr. Tanner will be drawn in naturally. As a guardian he will instantly know his place. That clear.' 'Yes, now, where can I move things too?' Tim asked. He could feel the clay now. He needed the wheel of space to learn to sculpt it. 'Right this way.' Mr. Foreman advised. The time passed as Tim strained to lug boxes of interesting bobbles. He knew most of the furniture would stay. Some of the boxed contents would return. They would be needed once his lessons started. Tim lugged box after box following Mr. Foreman to the room he wanted them to place them in. He just couldn't mentally map the house. Certain he was going into a room they had gone into before, only for it to be a different room. Or led to stairs suddenly. Mr. Foreman pointed to a door. It had led down a hall to a first floor bedroom last time. 'Mr. Tanner is about here. Place the next couple boxes in there while I guide him here.' Tim opened the door. A large storage closet. If Tim learned nothing else. No spells or cantrips. He would learn how this building was able to rearrange its rooms. They walked in. Mark walked right over to the boxes Tim was collecting from. 'Sorry I'm late. Peyton was worried about walking home alone so I walked her.' 'Is that where you got that pink park on your cheek?' Tim asked, pointing to his cheek. Mark blushed, 'She said she felt safe with me. So she thanked me by kissing me on my cheek. She is well, meeting us tomorrow to walk to school.' 'Oh really.' Tim said playfully, slapping his friend in his chest. 'Yeah.' Mark replied shyly. 'Oh, did you give him the list?' 'Oh no, right.' Tim realized the list was in his pocket. 'Ah, Mr. Foreman.' 'Yes Mr. Hill?' the old man replied looking into a box. 'We, well, we made a list of girls and such we would rather none of us got as a treat. Well, more ones we rather not lose as family and such.' Tim explained. Mr. Foreman pulled the folded paper from his own pocket. Flicked his wrist to open it. 'Mother, sister, yeah yeah. Got it.' He tossed the note into the air and it burst into flames. 'The treats from me won't upset your balance. Don't worry.' 'Oh, oh good.' Tim replied, still amazed at the trick. 'Well, you two boys should likely be heading home for your supper. Better get your payments huh?' Mr. Foreman stated as he walked over to the door that had been so recently been the way to the kitchen. Mark rushed over, 'Have I really been here long enough to get one?' 'Mr. Tanner, don't worry, you'll make it up as we continue this agreement. Now let's see what we have for you today. Blondes right.' Mr. Foreman said as he reached deep into the bag. 'Oh, yes please.' Mark gushed. Out came a cage. Inside was a shapely blonde woman in a white blouse covered in a light tan button up sweater and a wine red skirt. Her shapely legs were clad in white hose. She clearly was caught off guard by her sudden new life as a pet. Asking in terror, 'What is happening?' Mark took the cage and the highly confused woman in both hands and greedily smiled at it. 'Thank you Mr. Foreman, she's gorgeous.' 'Of course Mr. Tanner. You think I'd slip you an unappealing treat.' Mr. Foreman noted as he reached in again. Tim watched as the old man pulled out a cage for him. Inside was another tan skinned beauty. Jaw length mahogany hair framed and wonderfully slightly covered her left eye. She was dressed in a long olive green pencil skirt with a light pink blouse. She looked to be about the same age as his other two lovies. 'Here you go Mr. Hill, hope she's to your liking.' Mr. Foreman said as he handed the panicking tiny woman. As Tim took the cage Mr. Foreman noted, 'Your ride should be calling soon?' 'Really, we were walking home.' Tim noted. They were only a couple of blocks from home. Then Mark's phone went off. 'Huh, it's my mom.' He noted as he looked at his phone. Answering, he spoke, 'Hello.' A pause followed by 'No just Tim.' Then, 'OK I'll ask him.' Mark looked at Tim, 'You want a ride home?' 'Ah, yeah. I guess.' Tim responded as Mr. Foreman nodded his head. 'We'll be right down.' Mark told his mother. 'You boys have a good night. Thank you so much for your help.' Mr. Foreman said, leading them towards his door. 'Your welcome Mr. Foremen. Thanks for the new treat.' Tim responded. 'An agreement is an agreement.' the old man explained as he closed the door. As they walked down towards the gate. Mark looked at the whimpering blonde woman in his cage. 'Man she's hot. Can't wait to play with her.' Tim admired his new pet agreeing, 'Yes, this is the best thing ever. So glad I talked you guys into coming up here to trick or treat.' 'Man you got that one right. Like magic you knew we should and boom, now we have hot sexy pets to enjoy.' Mark praised. 'I don't know if I should tell you, but Mr. Foreman says we have magical in us. He planning on teaching us. But not Peter and Bill.' Tim paraphrase their benefactor. 'Really, cool. I doubt I'm the wizard type. You I could see. Slinging spells and casting rituals. Guess since they are not being taught we should keep that between us huh?' Mark accepted without looking away from his newest Blonde. 'Yes, yes we should.' Tim confirmed. They opened the door of the car and Mark's mother greeted them. 'Have a good day boys?' 'Yes mom, look at the one I got for helping out Mr. Foreman today.' Mark said, handing the cage over. Tim felt this was uncomfortable. He wouldn't be showing off the latest tiny woman he planned on cumming over to his mother. The woman took the cage and smiled strangely. Admiring it almost like Mark had just been doing. 'Oh she's a pretty one. You'll have fun with her.' Ms. Tanner looked at Mark and asked firmly, 'You didn't skip band practice did you?' 'No mom. Even walked a girl named Peyton Bell home to keep her safe since there have been a bunch of disappearances lately.' Mark proudly announced. Tim thought Ms. Tanner's smile changed. From happy for her son to a knowing smile. Like she knew more about something then Mark realized. He dismissed it to her hoping her son had found himself a nice girlfriend. The woman turned and looked at Tim. 'We are going to drop you off.' Then she turned back to Mark, 'We are going drop that home then visit a new store. After we are finished there we'll head to Antonio's for pizza. Sounds good?' Mark's eyes lit up almost as bright as they did when he received his new curvy toy. 'Antonio's awesome!' They began to move. 'What did you get Tim, a Blonde like my Mark?' She asked. 'No, I think she's a Latina.' Tim answered. 'Oh, you like those do you?' She sounded to be leaning towards teasing him. 'I like many different types of ladies.' Tim tried to deflect. 'Oh, how many different types of ladies are there?' she joked at him. 'Mom, you know he just means he doesn't just like Latinas.' Mark deflected. 'My boy, always protecting his friends.' Ms. Tanner praised. Reminding Tim how much he actually naturally took the brunt of things for them. Mr. Foreman was right, Mark will be a good protector. 'Well, here you are Tim. Hope you have a good night.' Ms. Tanner said as they pulled in front of his house. 'Thank you Ms. Tanner. See you tomorrow Mark.' Tim said, slipping out of the car. 'See you, remember we are meeting Peyton to walk her to school.' Mark said. Gaining an odd proud nodding smile from his mother. 'Yeah yeah. Brag about having a girlfriend.' Tim teased as he shut the door. They pulled away as he walked towards his home. Excited to introduce his newest tan skinned beauty to the other two. And more excited about trying to decide how he would enjoy them tonight. |
1693010595 | MrForeman8 | Tim entered his home ready to head straight to his bedroom. His mom stopped him, 'Oh, another huh. Well clear off the top of your dresser and be quick. Mrs. Miles learned of a store that will help with your new little pets.' 'Huh, a store?' Tim questioned. 'Hurry, if you don't spend too much we'll get food from Phil's Dinner.' She said in her hurry up and do as I say voice. 'Yes mom.' Tim responded. Phil's Dinner had the best bacon cheese burgers and onion rings in town. He went into his room and straight to the tiny cage holding his first two pets. They cowered wonderfully as he approached. Hiding their sexy naked bodies in the sock he had given them just that morning. 'Here's a new friend.'' he teased as he opened the newest cage. He shoved his new one in with them. They whimpered out, 'Oh no, Innocentia.' That made his dick twitch. They clearly knew the new girl and cared for her. The fact the three gorgeous tan skinned cock huggers had been friends before being his just added to the sweetness of them. He so wanted to start playing with them. But his mom would likely start pounding on his door before he could complete his fun. His dresser was covered in books and toys he still fidgeted with. He grabbed a half empty box. He figured he wasn't likely to play with the toys much anymore. The books were placed back onto the proper shelves. Those he would use again, Sundays were D&D days still. He looked at his three terrified tiny captives. He had a thought about how D&D might become more interesting. Tim would ask the guys about it tomorrow. He just wished he had a skimpy wizard's outfit for the raven haired miniature. A knock at his door. His dad's voice came through, 'Hurry up kido. Mom's hungry.' Tim opened his door. 'I'm ready. What's this about a store.' 'Something Tony saw on his way home from work. He thinks it will help with those pet things you've gotten from that creepy old man.' his father answered. Tim thought it was strange. Mark's mother clearly saw they were tiny women yet his dad seemed unable to determine what they were. Was that part of the magic Mr. Foreman used to gather them for them? And why was that? How far does that go? Tim was excited to start his magic studies, sure they would help clarify his questions. They gathered into the car and drove. They were not heading towards the mall. They pulled into a run down strip mall building. All but a couple shop windows were papered over and dark. There in the middle was a strange sight. Tim could see it was another long closed store. But like a projector was shining an image over the decrepit front was the image of a store, clean and new. Tiny Wears was listed as its name. Under it stated it sold, Cages, Costumes, and Accessories. 'Well come on, let's get those things proper things.' His mother directed. 'OK,' he said, stepping out of the car. He followed his parents as they noted how strange that a new store would bother opening in a run down strip mall like this. He watched his father reach for the door. As his hand missed the dirty handle tinged with rust and grabbed the shining semi-transparent shop his dad suggested, 'Maybe because it's such a niche shop they couldn't afford a better location.' The illusion door opened as his dad pulled his arm back. His father noting, 'Oh good, I'm glad it doesn't have that pet store smell.' Then he stepped through and became part of the projection. Tim watched his mother follow agreeing, 'Yes, but maybe because it's new.' She stopped just inside. Turning Tim could see the old abandoned shopfront through the image of his mother, 'Well, hurry up slowpoke. They are your pets after all.' Tim took a deep breath and grit his teeth. He stepped into the projection. A strange sensation washed over his skin. If he had been pressed for a description of the sensation, he could only compare it to the scent of freshly baked gingerbread on your skin. Then he was in a bright and cheery looking small store. Signs showed where cages, clothes, and even furniture for the tiny women were. He looked out the glass door. Now the parking lot they parked in looked like it was being projected out upon a street he didn't know. Trees lined the new outside area. A narrow neighborhood looking street. Small houses lined across that street. He had the distinct feeling he was still in his hometown, but not near the storefront they approached to enter. 'Hello all, welcome to Tiny Wears.' a voice greeted them. Tim saw that voice's owner. A short old woman with a bright welcoming smile. Cheeks glowed a soft natural pink while her eyes were a sparkling blue shade. Her smile looked like it was her only expression. As if anger or hurt couldn't crack that old face from that warm comforting grin. She reminded him of his grandmother. Yet she seemed nicer than his nanna. 'Hello, our son recently got, ahh, well they are. Tim, what are they again?' His father tried to answer the woman's greeting. 'Treats Mr. Hill?' the woman offered. 'Yeah, treats. He'll need a cage for them.'' His father accepted the word without hesitation. 'Jane, Kirk, Hello.' another cheery voice called at them. Mark's mother stepped into view from the accessories shelves. 'Crystal, what are you doing here?' Tim heard his mother happily reply. 'Well my Mark is going to need things to enjoy his little ladies with.' She happily explained. His father nodded and agreed, 'Same. Tim's treats need a proper cage.' Tim suddenly had a soft touch on his shoulder. The store operator smiled at him. She must have been quite beautiful in her youth Tim considered as he felt himself smile back. 'Mark is over in the outfits for the tiny ladies. He's starting to understand more that this is the start of a new life. You might want to help your protector adjust before he attempts to rebel from the idea. That Mr. Foreman, I warned him not to leave that boy out of the loop.' 'OK, thanks Ms. Gale.' Tim replied. He was almost to Mark when he realized he called the woman by name. How did he know that was her name, he never met her before. Name tag he reasoned, he had to have read it from her name tag. Mark was standing in front of a spinning rack labeled, 'Heroines, Villainess, and in between.' Tim was confused why there were also racks for tiny male bodies. But he ignored that and went to his friend. Tim realizes Mark's eyes were staring blankly. His large friend turned and looked straight through him. In a whisper he asked, 'What's outside the windows?' Tim looked, there were still the two sights. The nice quiet suburban street with the cracked and crumbled parking lot projected over it. He took a quick deep breath and answered, 'I see both a street and the parking lot. You?' 'I'm that old woman.' Mark mumbled out. Strangeness that had happened lately made Tim make another quick study of the woman. Not as tall, slender built and well, an old woman. She didn't seem like his tall broad male friend. 'No, I'm sure you're two different people.' Tim countered in a kind tone. 'No, I'll be running a store like this someday won't I. Helping you with things I don't understand fully. You'll be the creepy old man giving out tiny people as Halloween treats. I’m Ms. Gale and your Mr. Foreman.' Mark said in such a strange tone. A confused realization. An angry acceptance. Fear filled yet, so excited for. 'Mr. Foreman explained it to me. I have a strong touch of magic. You have one too, but as a guardian. We'll be a team.' Tim explained, hoping he was right. 'What about Bill and Peter?' Mark worried, as he always did. Things should be fair among friends he always reasoned. 'They, they could only follow us up to Mr. Foreman's last night since we were together. Mr. Foreman says they will be rewarded something else. Something they are wishing for. What I don't know, but they will not be able to participate in the magic.' Tim said what he remembered of Mr. Foreman's explanation. 'So, we can all still be friends right?' Mark asked. 'Of course.' Tim hoped. 'Oh, good.' Mark sighed. Then shrugged, 'Guess I should be picking out outfits for my tiny women. You think Mrs. Bell would look good dressed as Power Girl?' Tim unintentionally growled in appraisal of that mental image. 'I think she would look good being undressed of Power Girl's costume.' 'Right, in the basket.' Mark accepted. 'Size? Are you sure it'll fit?' Tim questioned. Mark pointed to a sign that said, 'All Outfits guaranteed to fit perfectly.' Mark shrugged again, 'With all the other strangeness I figured why question it.' That made sense. The not questioning the sign, not the strangeness. Though Tim figured that would make sense to him some day as well. Then he had a new question. 'Mom, dad, how many outfits am I allowed?' 'Three per.' His mother replied. 'Honey, I would think five at least.' his father countered. 'Oh, they should have one per day of the week plus a few sleepwear. Plus knowing how messy boys can be while playing a few extras. So as someone with knowledge of those Treats I would suggest a dozen each. A few extra since you know he'll be earning more soon.' Ms. Gale explained. 'That's what I'm letting Mark get. Plus I'm going to pick out a couple for Holidays and such.' Mark's mother advised. 'Yeah, alright. A dozen each with a dozen to tide over new treats till we can stop by here again.' His dad stated. 'Kirk, we should discuss that.' Tim's mother growled. 'Oh Jane, they are cheap to buy. You should let Tim have some fun playing dress up with his little women.' Mark's mother encouraged. 'Fine, I don't want to see those Treats left naked any more.' she surrendered. 'Now, let's show you cages, those two will need a lot of storage space for their pets. Ms. Tanner, you said you're using an aquarium as part of Mark's caging. May I suggest this attachment.' Ms. Gale started. Tim ignored the adults. He was a wash of sexy outfits to which dress his three tan skinned beauties. Plus Mark was eagerly looking through for outfits to clad and then remove from Mrs. Bell and his two other hot blondes. Tim gleefully shopped for clothes for the first time in his life. Excited about when he would be summoning tiny helpless beauties for his friends and himself under his own power. They left the magical shop with way more than his mother clearly wanted them to leave with. A multistory cage. Furniture to decorate it. Clothes to dress the residence in. His little women would be comfortable. Well, when he wasn't playing with them. Mark and his mother left as well. She had been quite excited to let Mark spurge on his living dolls. Almost like she got as much joy from him owning them as he did. She even picked out a few hot outfits for them to wear. What she and Ms. Gale kept in a separate bag made Tim wonder what that could be. He didn't think too long as his mind started imagining the outfits on his waiting collection. He tried thinking of anything but at the restaurant. Last thing he wanted was to be seen having a hard-on while eating at a dinner with his parents. He never ate his burger and onion rings so quickly in his life. Tim was almost bouncing as they pulled into the drive. The car had hardly stopped when he opened the door. 'I'll be in my room.' he announced. 'You better be Champ. I'm not putting together that cage alone.' his father said. 'But I was going to play with my treats.' Tim whined about his want. 'After you help bring this stuff in and put that cage together.' His mother decried. 'Alright.' Tim realized there was no way out of this. He lugged in the bags while his dad carried the box the cage was in. His father must have talked his mother into this cage. Large and fancy. With different rooms for his current and future pets. It didn’t take long to assemble. Clicking together. Floors supported by the lower walls. It was an amazing feat of design and magic. Tim was loving all it could do for him. There were play showers, a washroom like area, and even a gym with attached equipment. All within easy hand access from the outside thanks to latch doors. There would be no place his pets could hide if he wanted one of them. Then his dad advised, 'Let's see if the taps are working.' How could they work, they were not connected to anything. Tim's dad used the pad of his finger and turned. Water flowed. Tim couldn't understand it. Where was it coming from? Also, where was it going? It had no tanks or other supplies. It was just flowing and draining from nothing. 'Well, done. Finally huh?' his dad joked. 'Yeah, thanks dad.' he responded. His dad lifted one of the boxes of furniture. 'I could help you assemble these if you'd like.' 'No. I'll put them together later.' Tim answered. 'Alright, if you need a hand I'll just be in the living room. Now don't stay up too late. School in the morning.' His father advised and left the room. Tim had no urge to assemble the furniture tonight. A mattress from one of the bed sets and the sock they currently shared would work for tonight. Tomorrow night, then he would assemble those extras, now he would enjoy what he waited all day for. He grabbed the little cage. Three scared little voices let off the best nervous screams. He looked in at the three of them. Hugging each other like that would protect them from his wants. He opened the little cage and poured them onto his bed. 'Alright new girl, strip. Your Master wants some fun.'' he told them in his best evil giant voice. 'You can't make me strip. This is sick, please help us.' the new girl yelled back. 'Oh, I can make you strip, do it now or else,' he replied. That worked last night. Or did he just strip that sexy tan skinned beauty. In his excitement he couldn’t remember. He was busy trying to remember when the new girl yelled back, 'What you did to my friends was wrong. You have to understand this.' She wasn't striping. Worse, all her you know better lip was keeping him from getting a hard on. Even with her two hot friends cowering naked beside her. Then he had an idea. 'You strip right now or I'll punish her.' he stated pointing towards the long black haired one. 'You can't punish her because I didn't obey.' the new girl tried to reason. 'Sure I can. New rule, if you don't obey I punish her. If she doesn't obey I punish freckles. And if she doesn't obey you get punished. That way it'll be someone else's fault if you get punished. You want to keep them on your side, better strip.' Tim explained. 'But, you, no. OK fine.' And the new nerd cute girl started stripping. Good Tim thought. And as he got new ones he would add them to the chain. Since these three were friends before becoming his pets. Anyone that let one of them get punished for their misbehavior would have to live with three ladies that didn't like them. Making it hard to have any safe time. He striped his day clothes off and climbed over his three living dolls. Making sure they got a good eye full of his hardened cock. One by one he plucked them off the bed and into his lap. They all looked up at him, sneaking glances at where they knew they would end up. He leaned back and admired them. All three lovely figures with slight variations of mocha shaded skin. One with long black hair, one with medium length deep reddish brown hair, and one with short styled lighter reddish brown hair. All three looked to have taken good care of their bodies. Nice toned legs, firm looking round asses, flat smooth stomachs, perky breasts all different good sizes, and all topped with beautiful faces. His only question was, how would he enjoy them. Then he had a simple idea, he would get them to do the enjoying for him. 'OK you three, go rub yourselves against my cock.' 'But, that's.' the red head started. 'No, then I'll punish the new girl.' Tim taunted and pretended to reach. 'No no, please don't hurt her.' the freckled beauty requested. 'Well?' he said. The three looked at his hard cock and their shoulders slumped. They walked around it and leaned themselves against it. What a marvelous feeling Tim thought as three sets of mini girl tits massaged his shaft. 'Now now girls, don't be shy. Really rub against it. Or do I have to punish the next in line?' he insisted. Three of the sexiest bodies he ever saw hugged along his dick. Those awesome legs wrapped along. Hips danced dirty with his cock. He admired how it showed off their hot asses. A finger stroke would make his target jump so nicely. Helpless before him. He could and would touch them as he pleased. Pressing to their backs to feel those firm little tits press into his shaft. Curve a finger across an ass to feel the tiny muscles flex as they shimmied along his hard on. It wasn't just the sensations that made this delightful. It was that rush of power. They all knew they couldn't stop him even if they wanted to. Now, with his decision, even if they did, it would mean problems for their friend. Helpless beautiful slave girls to love his cock when ever he wanted, what more could a guy ask for he thought. Then he thought of something. 'I want you to lick my cock while you rub your bodies against it. Do it sexy, or else.' Three disgusted faces leaned in and warm moist little tongues delighted his skin. 'Sexier!' he commanded. And they did a better job at hiding their disgust. 'Dance tighter, make me really feel your hot bodies.' Tim added. Tim gasped as they hugged tighter. He had always heard Latina girls could dance sexy. Well these three were living up to that rumor around his cock. 'More.' he whimpered. And they delivered. Grinding hard, mouth sucked and licked his sensitive skin, small hands stroked, and tits rolled up and down his shaft. Tim never had so much awesome sensations along his erection before. Three sexy tiny women loving his cock. Warm silky skinned curvy bodies wrapped around the base of his cock. Moaning and grunting as they worked his dick all sexy. He couldn't take it. His hands wrapped around them. They yelped at the interruption. He pushed them up to the tip. Cupping their faces over his tip. They screamed again as his hot load burst out over their beautiful faces. Drenching their hair. Coating those tits that had built up the pressure now being released. Tim hummed loudly in satisfaction, masturbating had never felt this good. He staggered over to their new cage and plopped them in the showers area. He loved how in their panic they had let his cum fill their mouths. He thought about telling them to swallow it. But he really was very tired all of a sudden. He wiped his hand clean with a tissue and pulled on some old gym shorts for bed. He went to the bathroom and freshened up for bed. He came back and the three were standing wet and naked. He snickered and noted, 'Oh right, I didn't unpack the towels and stuff.' He opened the box and just dumped the pile of bath linens beside them. 'Get dry, you can put those away in the morning while I'm at school.' He then grabbed one of the bed boxes and tore it open. Pulling the mattress out. He placed it in what looked like a common room area. Then added the sock blanket they used all day. 'There, now get to bed. Likely need one or two of you in the morning to deal with my morning wood.'' he advised. He shut off his light and curled under his blankets. Dreams of lapful after lapful of sexy mini girls filled his dreams. |
1693010600 | MrForeman9 | 'Well, should we get pizza there or to take home.' Mark's mother asked him. Mark thinks for a second. Looking at his newest curvy blonde plaything. 'Take home. That way I can look over my girls.' 'Good idea. When your putting that new pretty away I'll call. Pepperoni and sausage, extra cheese for you?' She asks as they pull into their drive. 'Please.' Mark replies as he leaves the car. He rushes into the house. He's amused that his first two ladies had chosen to redress in their sexy costumes. 'Look, here's a new friend.' Mark announces as he opens the small cage and drops the blonde woman out. 'Mark, you have to do the right thing. Please get us to the authorities.' Mrs. Bell begged. 'I saw Peyton today.' he counters. 'She misses you very much. Should I have Mr. Foreman shrink her too so she can join you?' 'No, no please.' She surrendered. 'Then stop blathering on about things you know are not going to happen. If you keep pressing it you know what will happen.' Mark threatened. He enjoyed watching his former authority figure cowering in submission. Mark wanted few things more than to stay here and torment his beauties. Use them like toys. But his mother was waiting, and with her, supper. 'I'll be back soon. We're getting pizza. Now if you beg real cute like you might even get a taste.' He left them whimpering about real food or something. His mother had given them bowls of dry cheerios and such what were they complaining about. It wasn't like they were going hungry. He climbed into the car, 'OK, to Antonio's!' 'OK, a quick stop first.' His mother advised as she pulled the car out of the yard. 'Wait, where?' Mark asked. 'A new store, I think you're going to like it.' his mother cryptically replied. 'What kind of store?' he questioned. She gave him her I'm not telling but you'll like it smile. The same one she would give him with every secret gift she would give him for being her sweet boy. Then the words he expected, 'You'll just have to wait and find out.' He sighed, 'OK mom.' Likely getting him a new D&D book or some other thing. He'd have to make it up to her and clean the bathroom or something this week. Otherwise he'd feel just sick with guilt. She shouldn’t buy him so much, his friend's parents didn't spoil them like she spoiled him. It was one of the reasons Sunday D&D ended up at their place. Sure he ran the game and it being there made it easier for him to do encounters and things. But the guys also liked that his mom would bake them cookies or other sweets. Pizza or other takeout would be collected for them to enjoy for lunch. Yeah his mom spoiled him just too much. 'Where are we?' he asked looking around. None of the usual I'm buying you a thing stores were around here. Antonio's was almost across town from where they were. 'It's a new store that just opened up.' she stated in her happy tone. Mark hadn't heard about any new game stores opening up in town. And in a city this small someone would have heard something. Then they pulled into a parking lot. Rundown strip mall looking like it was days away from becoming just a parking lot. He didn't feel safe just stopping here. 'OK, let's go in.' his mother said as she stopped the car. Mark looked at the store front she stopped in front of. Or as his eyes told him, store fronts. It was like someone had a hologram barely covering the front of a dark dirty store front with papered over windows. It just wasn't natural. He got out, he needed to protect his mother. 'Mom, I don't know about this.' 'Oh nonsense. Stop being an old fuddy duddy, come on.' she said practically laughing at him. She walked her happy jaunt towards that projected store front. Little Wears was the glowing image of a sign. 'No wait. Maybe we should just get pizza.' he chased after his mother. For a larger woman she sure could move when she was excited about something. 'I know you're likely hungry. But this place will likely have things for those little women you have.' she advised. How would she know that from the sign? Cages, Costumes, and Accessories were listed, but was it even really there? His mother pulled the door open and the image door opened. Then she stepped into the image and just became part of it. His heart pounded, if whoever projected this image hurt his mother they would face his wrath. He rushed towards the image, and promptly bounced off it. He was on his ass. His head hurt like he hit a door with it. His mother turned and pushed open the door. She half stepped out of the illusion. Half real half image she asked, 'Mark are you alright?' 'Yeah, I hit something.' he replied. She snickered then cleared her throat and sounded sympathetic, 'Sorry dear, I didn't know you were expecting me to hold the door for you.' 'No, I just didn't think it was there.' he explained standing up. 'Yeah, it does close quickly. Come on, get in so I can look at your head. Hate for you to have a lump for school tomorrow.' She requested. He got up and staggered into the door. What a strange pleasant sensation. Tingly and somehow sweet. It made him want gingerbread. Then he realized he stepped into the hologram. He looked around quickly, but it just looked like he was standing in a solid real store. 'Oh sweetie, let me look at that head of yours. Hate if my door left you with an egg.' Ms. Gale said as she stepped beside his mother. 'Oh, I think you'll be fine, heart.' She advised him. And as she did Mark felt his head stop aching and his rump didn't have that, landed on it hard sensation any more. 'Thank you Ms. Gale,' he said. 'No problem Mark. Now Ms. Tanner, you're here to look at cage accessories.' Ms. Gale said. 'Oh yes, and outfits for Mark's little women.' His mother started. How do I know her name? Mark wondered looking at the older woman. Sweet smile seemed to be her natural expression. He felt safe with her. Protected from danger, but that was his job. 'Mark, Mark, maybe he hit his head harder than we thought.' his mother said. 'What, sorry lost in thought.' Mark numbly answered. 'Ms. Gale said the outfits are over there. Go pick out some for Mrs. Bell and the other two and I'll come over and help once I look at attachments for their tank.' his mother advised, pointing to a corner of the store. 'Yeah, yeah sure.' he heard himself say. Vaguely he was aware he was moving towards that area. But he somehow also knew things like this would be his job. Tim would need him to look after the side details. Could he protect Tim's efforts? Kids at school could still push him around, how was he supposed to run a store in some run down neighborhood. Even a projected store. Then he looked out the big display windows. A nice street lined with happy trees. Small comfortable houses were across the narrow road. This was in his town, he was certain, but not where they entered. No, that was a hologram. An illusion just outside those big glass windows. How could he look after something like this, he couldn't even always protect his friends at school. Or his mother from the pain his bastard father caused. He was just a fat failure, a chubby no one. Tim needed Peter, he was strong, he looked after his dad after his accident. Or even Bill, he didn't let anyone boss him around. This wasn't him. Mark wasn't sure how long he was just staring out the windows. His mind was panicking over how useless he was and what was going to be expected of him. He didn't even notice Tim came into the store. Just that he was there beside him. So Mark could only do one thing, ask what Tim saw, 'What's outside the windows?' 'I see both a street and the parking lot. You?' Was his response. Mark had to explain he wasn't worthy to be Tim's helper in magic. But his words came out, 'I'm that old woman.' Tim's response was 'No, I'm sure you're two different people.' was somehow comforting. Mark attempted again, 'No, I'll be running a store like this someday won't I. Helping you with things I don't understand fully. You'll be the creepy old man giving out tiny people as Halloween treats. I’m Ms. Gale and your Mr. Foreman.' Tim's words were steady and sure, 'Mr. Foreman explained it to me. I have a strong touch of magic. You have one too, but as a guardian. We'll be a team.' Mark had to suggest better options, 'What about Bill and Peter?' Tim was always so clear about certain things. And in this he sounded clear again, 'They, they could only follow us up to Mr. Foreman's last night since we were together. Mr. Foreman says they will be rewarded with something else. Something they are wishing for. What I don't know, but they will not be able to participate in the magic.' They couldn't be his protectors because they couldn't handle the magic. That's why it was him, he was able to do the magic needed to be Tim's Ms. Gale. But would they lose Peter and Bill's company? Mark had to ask, 'So, we can all still be friends right?' It was so comforting to hear Tim say, 'Of course.' in such a confident tone. 'Oh, good.' Mark sighed in relief. Then since there was a job to do he asked with a shrug, 'Guess I should be picking out outfits for my tiny women. You think Mrs. Bell would look good dressed as Power Girl?' Tim's excited answer cinched the first pick, 'I think she would look good being undressed of Power Girl's costume.' 'Right, in the basket.' he announced dropping one into his basket. 'Size? You sure it'll fit?' Tim questioned. Mark pointed to the sign that said, 'All Outfits guaranteed to fit perfectly.' Noting, 'With all the other strangeness I figured why question it.' That started a chat between Tim and his parents. Mark threw in a Supergirl outfit and a Black Carney; he would likely play a giant super villain this weekend. A few more blonde heroine costumes for a variety of victims and for future treats were piled in. His mother came over. 'Oh those are cute, how about these ones too.'' And they soon had more than the suggested amount. But if these were magic and adjusted to fit whoever you wished to put in them. Well then the more the merrier Mark figured. They walked up to the counter. Ms. Gale scanned a barcode and handed his mother a small bag. Then she started on the rest of the things. Tank accessories, furniture for them to use, and even a D&D book labeled Tinies in Tomes. Did his mother noticed it was subtitled Erotic scenarios to trap your tiny people in? Likely not. Mark wondered if he even had miniatures that would work for the ideas in that book. He could look later. They piled the treasures into the trunk and headed to Antonio's to pick up their pizzas and garlic fingers. Then headed home. His mother and he ate as they assembled the attached cage area. It was nice to hang out with his mom like this. They both would usually just watch TV or such. Tonight they were laughing and chatting. The cage was attached to the tank and the tiny women could enter and exit the tank from the cage via a plastic tube. Mark saw no point in questioning how it had running water or where it drained to. They could now clean themselves up after his fun, which his mother was really happy about. Besides showers and washrooms there was also a place for them to exercise. A food area, bedrooms, and even a transparent pool so he could watch them swim around in their skimpy bikinis. They finished and were watching the three tiny blondes walk around their new home when his mother asked, 'So, who is this Peyton girl you mention to Tim earlier?' Mark notice Mrs. Bell's head flipped to pay attention. He didn't bother to hide anything, 'Peyton Bell, she is a year younger than us. Her mother disappeared last night and was distort at school. So I tried to make her feel better. Told he she could talk to me if she wanted. I also made sure she was home safe after band.' Mark noticed a strange cruel smile on his mother's face. 'Oh poor thing. Missing her mommy. I bet she liked a big strong older boy like you who was so kind to her.' 'She kissed me.' Mark confessed. He couldn't keep secrets from his mother. This statement caused Mrs. Bell to shake her head and give the best defeated expression. 'Oh, a kiss. Is that something you were looking to get from this girl. Is she nice? Pretty?' His mother pushed. He had the strangest feeling curiosity about his first possible girlfriend wasn't her only motive. 'Oh she's very pretty. Here, I have a pic of our band group she's in. And very nice, she says I'm funny.' he noted flicking through the photos on his phone. 'Which one is she?' his mother asked. 'That one.' he noted, pointing at her. 'Oh, you sure she's a year younger. She's, well, body wise. I mean she's clearly shorter and her face is young. But, not to be crude my son but she's busty.'' his mother sounded strangely proud. Peyton was well portioned for her age. 'Yeah, but she also has a great personality. And smart, top grades.' He didn't want his mother to think he was like his father. Just after blondes with hot bodies. He wanted girlfriends that he could have actual conversations with. His dad, well, made no secret he thought his mother's intelligence was a turn off. Among other things. 'Oh, who is that one?' she asked, pointing to another band member. 'That's oh, that's Cyder. She's a spoiled bitch.' he noted. 'Pretty though.' His mother noted. 'Yeah, and stuck up and insulting.' he explained. His mother smiled and asked, 'Would that make her no good for?' Nodding towards the tank and cage. 'No, she would be great in there.' Mark laughed. Was his mother shopping for treats to suggest to Mr. Foreman? 'Do you have any other pics from school.' she asked, snickering. 'Yeah, we could just log into the school website. Many of the teams and clubs have photos listed there.' He suggested. 'Be right back.' she happily said, standing. 'What for?' he asked. 'Pen and paper. You might want to note down some names to take to Mr. Foreman's with you.' she suggested. 'You really want to help with that?' he wondered. 'My sweet boy deserves the best. I am willing to help him get that.' she said proudly. They spent the next while looking through the cheerleaders and other clubs and teams. Making quite the list of possible playthings. His mother was so supportive of this for some reason. 'Well it's getting late and you likely will want to play with your girls. You should take them to your room.' His mother advised. 'OK, yeah. School in the morning.' Mark had to admit he was getting tired. 'I'm going to my room with the laptop. So, if you bring them out dirty you can just drop them in the showers area and turn the water on them.' She advised him. He thought it was odd she was taking the list and pen with her. Mark walked over to the cages. He was amused that they tried to hide. Did they not consider there were no solid walls or blocking panels? His hand eagerly grabbed the new blonde woman. Then the college aged one, he had forgotten she already had a Supergirl outfit. Then he pulled Mrs. Bell out. Yeah, Peyton's mother was his favorite. Once in his room he tossed them to his bed. They bounced on the mattress and tumbled. But as he figured, they were unhurt. He crawled up towards them. Resting on his stomach he ordered, 'Strip or I’ll cut your clothes off with scissors.' 'Mark, you can't think about doing this to any of those girls from school.' Mrs. Bell was adorable when she was trying to reason with him. Mark figured a simple reply would be best, 'Unless you want Peyton on that list you'd better behave.' She bowed her head and started taking her Miss Muffat outfit off. Watching three hot blonde women strip under fear of him with scissors was making laying on his stomach difficult. As soon as they were naked he sat up on his knees. Pulled his shirt off. The undid his pants. Pulling them down he was thrilled to hear the new woman yelp, 'Oh god it's huge!' as his erection popped out over them. He pressed the three together and turned to sit on his bed. Placing them in his lap by his towering erection he pushed his pants off. 'Well Mrs. Bell, you should lay here and hump my shaft while licking my dick.' he explained as he draped his favorite along his shaft. He had to stop and gasp as she did just that. Using the threat of Peyton becoming like her really worked. Though he wouldn't mind following through with that threat either. He grabbed the girl he got the night before, 'You want more of what I gave you last night?' he asked with his fist curled around her fit lovely body. 'No please, no.' His cock jumped, startling Mrs. Bell. He held the youngest of the three slightly above his balls. 'Use your body to massage my sack or I will.' he gently placed the pretty thing upon his scrotum. She started rubbing her body along his hairy balls. Her toned body felt amazing but he wanted more, 'Why don't I feel your tongue?' Yeah that was it. He liked knowing she was licking the sweat off his sack. 'Now new girl.' he taunted the, well, new girl. He thought he should learn their names, but now wasn't the time. 'I have a plan for you.' Reclining so his dick lay along his body. He loved feeling the woman attempt to struggle in his giant hands. Curves and tits pressing and dragging along his fingers. He bent her over the tip of his cock. Her wiggling rubbed her big pair against the base of his tip. He hummed and she looked back and shook her head. Sadly she seemed to realize at that same time she was no match for this giant teen boy. He enjoyed jollying the college aged blonde last night with his thick pinky. Having this heavy breasted woman capping his cock as he did that to her should be even better. One hand held her there. He touched her exposed pussy with the tip of his finger. She started screaming, begging Mrs. Bell for help escaping. Mrs. Bell just looked away and continued servicing his shaft. Clearly not willing to risk Peyton being in that same situation. He rolled his finger and the woman started screaming, 'No please! It's too big, you can't.' As it popped inside she roared out an arousing loud 'Arg!' like sound. As he touched deeper she struggled to escape. Those shapely legs waving wildly along the head of his dick. Her only verbal response was a chanting of, 'Oh, no, oh no!' He popped his first knuckle in. He just held there. She was just vibrating on his tip. Then he popped that bulge out and her body jolted in place. In and out he started working her tight pussy with that knuckle. Helpless to escape his grip she began to whimper and cry. Better was the sensation of her whole body grinding and rocking against the top of his cock. He quickened his pace. She was physically reacting too hard to whine any more. No, she breathlessly moaned an appealing oh sound with every thrust and retraction. Her legs pressed the sides of his cock head and her tits massaged along the bottom of that mushroom top. It was like that hot blonde was attempting to fuck his giant cock. He could feel her hot breath along his sensitive skin. Enjoying it or not, her pussy was getting all juicy. He pulled his finger out and let go. She slipped off like he wanted. Kneeling before his cock with her hands in her groin. Panting hard making those tits bounce. Her beautiful face opened mouth as she gasped. Making his first burst fill that mouth and paint her pretty face. As he sprayed his cum all over the new one he could hear her gagging from his cum filling her throat. That thick liquid covered those big bouncy tits and flowed down to those sexy hips. Mark relished how good that felt while he savored how the new blonde looked dripping in his giant cum. He grabbed Mrs. Bell and pressed her into the cum cover beauty. She clearly didn't like that. His first treat was lifted and dragged across his stomach to wipe up the bulk of the white goo up. He held them in one hand as he pulled a couple tissues out of the box and placed them on the pile. He wiped his stomach clean with a few more tissues. Then pulled on PJ bottoms. He carried the pile of cum wet beauties out to the mostly dark living room. Opening to the showers he rolled them inside. Turning the water on them so they knew they should be clean for the morning. He laughed as they announced it was cold. He knew that, he had set the temperature. He freshened up and went to bed. Happily he dreamed of being on a tropical island. Reclined along a beach chair. Peyton in a very skimpy bikini laying along his side smiling at him as she stroked his cock with her tiny mother. Mark awoke. His dream meant Mrs. Bell wouldn't wait till morning for her cum bath. He quietly started out towards the living room. Then he heard a sound. It sounded like his mother gasping as a machine buzzed. Something told him he shouldn't look. He should just go back to bed. But that dang curiosity. His instincts were correct. He didn't want to see what was happening in the living room. His mother naked on the couch. The strange thing she bought from the store was likely the dildo she was working along her womanhood. He couldn't see which, but one of his pets was strapped to it. He could tell by the tiny arms and legs restrained to the sides. His mother had another pet in her other hand. Pressed into her breasts against where her nipple would be. He snuck back to his room as his mother started making happy sounds. He felt sick. He shouldn't have seen that. Was that why she wanted to look through the girls at school, to see what other women she could use to pleasure herself sexually with. He then realized something. She looked so happy. She never would have admitted it but she was lonely. There and then he decided, if using those little blondes made her feel good. Made her feel less lonely. Then that was good. Now was the hard part. He would have to let her know he was OK with what she was doing. Well, not right now. In the morning. He just didn't want to see his mother doing that again tonight. He would wait till morning. Afterall, he no longer wanted to play with Mrs. Bell tonight anyway. |
1693010604 | MrForeman10 | 'I just don't think it's fair.' Bill complained to his friend. 'Oh get over it. So you can’t get Peyton as a tiny girl. Were you even thinking about Peyton till Mark requested her to be off limits?' Peter countered his friends complaining. Bill huffed, showing Peter he hit the nail on the head, 'That's not my point.' 'Think about it, we could end up with any of the attractive girls at that school as an action figure sized plaything. Or more exciting at least to me, some new womanly beauty we don't even know. It's not likely we will be strapped for choices.' Peter reasoned. 'I suppose.' Bill grumbled. Peter decided to cheer him up a little, 'Besides think of what it'll be like to play with Mrs. Bell. Mark commands her to be a good little doll and she has to do what you tell her or Peyton comes back into play. I'm planning on making her climb up my dick and rubbing her blonde pussy at my tip. A little stroke using Miss Vale and I blast her off like a rocket.' Bill snickered at the mental image. 'I suppose I could make her make out with Helen as I cum on them both.' He conceded. 'See, yes we lose out on one but it opens up a bunch of other fun ideas.' Peter explained. 'Speaking of fun ideas, I can't wait to get home.' Bill advised. Peter had the same urges running through his body. But if he didn't make his father and himself supper nether would likely eat till after Taekwondo. But why burden Bill with that, 'Yeah. Can't wait.' 'Cool, we should trade a couple for a night or so.' Bill hinted. 'I'll think about it.' Peter wouldn't mind a go at Helen. That strawberry blonde beauty would likely feel good wrapped to his cock. Especially with those huge tits. Bill decided to add another complaint, 'You know what else isn't fair?' 'No, what?' Peter asked. 'Tim and Mark will likely get another one for helping today and we won't.' Bill pointed out. 'I'm sure there will be a day where we go and they can't. We'll catch up. And if we fall behind too far we can just ask them to let us catch up. Tim's a good guy and you know Mark is a push over.' Peter suggested. Bill nodded, 'Yeah, yeah you're right. You think Tim will let me borrow that black haired one he got first?' 'Don't you like the two you got?' Peter worried. Bill snickered, 'I do, I really do, they are hotties. But since we can just pass them around. Well, I'd like to pass them around. Maybe even give them all a group shower.' Peter didn't find the idea of jerking off with his friends appealing. Even if spraying a trapped group of little naked beauties was the end result. But trading them about, after he's enjoyed his dark skinned beauties some more, would be nice. 'I'll keep that idea in mind.' was all he said. 'Well, see you at Taekwondo?' Bill advised at their corner. 'Yes, see you there.' Peter agreed. Peter headed home. His father would be home with enough time to eat supper and take him to taekwondo. He would have to figure out what to make from what his father dug out that morning. Boneless chicken breasts, alright what's in the fridge. Peppers, onions, Brussel sprouts could all be assembled into a stir fry. The rice cooker would finish the meal. This wouldn't take too long to cook up. Deciding he could have a bit of a quick release he headed towards his room. He pops open the trunk and the two mini ladies inside cower to greet him. He was disappointed to find them dressed in their costumes. That would take up some of his time. But he did expect that. He grabbed the unknown Black beauty. Her two piece nurse uniform just made him want to play more. She begs out, 'No stop!' as his fingers reach over her head. His fingers hook the bottom and pull the skimpy top off. Feebly her little arms and hands attempted to counter this removal. He gleefully analyzed her chest. Flipping her, she whimpered helplessly, 'Go ahead you sick little pervert.' He tugs the defiant black doll's bra and it opens. He can feel her trembling but she doesn't attempt to resist him taking that white bra. Remembering how she removed her skirt he grabbed that rectangle of material and pulled. It also unlatched. He dragged that mini skirt down her sculpted legs. Now only little lacey white panties covered her round ass cheeks. He ran his fingers over that tight rump. Her fit body reacts, jerking slightly as his fingers fondle. Clearly she wants not to be the subject of his attention. She's smart however and knows one way or another he was free to enjoy her body as he wanted. As much as he wanted to just study her every inch she was to be the target and not his focus. Her panties are grabbed by the pads of his fingers and slip down those sexy black legs, He places some tissues on his desk, a good height. He poses the unknown black beauty into a kneeling position. He can see clearly on her face that she knows what's in store. She glares at him in disgust. He grabs Ms. Vale. 'Peter please no. '' cheers him on. His finger nail hooks the zipper on her police styled body suit. She squirms as that latch is pulled down. That wiggling just made her perky firm breasts become exposed. Her little arms pushed and strained to stop his fingers away. He's happily gasped as he pushed the little sleeves off her shoulders and down those pitiful arms. He peels the body suit down her sexy ass like she was a hot banana. Exposing her black appealing panties. She kicked at his hand. Grasping arousing in her amusing struggles. Peter savored his power over his teacher crush as he rolled those panties down her long toned legs. 'Peter no, no not again!' the former counselor pleaded as he started to undo his pants. 'No, no no!' she chants as his hard-on is exposed. The unknown black doll cringes but stays quiet. 'No Peter. No Peter. No Peter.' that sexy African American pixy begged as he brought her to his dick. Pressing that sexy body around his shaft. Ms. Vale squirms to resist and that feels so good. He slowly starts stroking his dream dark skinned beauty along his erection. Even with his clear dominance over her, that brown skinned former goddess still squirmed. Giving him a way to imagine her loving that wanted form along his dick. He knew that wasn't true, but he was in charge and he could pretend what he wanted. His mind reminded of his limited time. So he grabbed on past imaginations involving his dick lover. Wished for meetings in her office at school. Her dancing cowgirl style on his cock while he sat in her chair. Kneeled topless before him as he enjoyed her oral encouragement. Oh so many ways he would have liked her to admit her secret lust for him. Now he could enjoy her how and when he wanted. The fact she was still not cooperative just made it better. Ms. Vale's hot body stroked along his hard-on while he imagined her sucking him off instead quickly brought him over. He pointed at the unknown African American treat. Thick hot white cum spattered over those black tits. It oozed and coated that sexy exotic target. Last few drips purposely dropped on that gorgeous disgusted face. He tapped the man-goo covered doll and she fell over. He turned Ms. Vale sixty nine style and plopped her on top snickering, 'Oh look, a sexy Oreo.' He lifted them. He expected as much, but was still disappointed that they were not sucking each other's pussy while smeared with his man cream. He wondered if he could train them to do that as he did up his pants. He didn't have time to play doll trainer now. So he took them to the washroom and hosed them off. Washing his hands as they were rinsed of his cream. He took them back to the trunk wrapped in a wash cloth. He freshened their food and water and removed their wastes. Once done he placed them back in. He gathered their clothes to scatter them over them. He then made supper, he had actually started to enjoy preparing and cooking food since that became his job. He counted his natural skill at such pursuits to his father. His bitch mother was a horrible cook. Only thing he claimed to miss about her was that his father didn't drink that cursed rum when she was here. He needed to find something that would replace the siren call of that liquor. He was plating the food when his father entered. 'Stir fry huh? Fitting for tonight's class huh?' He said with a big smile. His father, nearly like he had been before the accident. Sure the scars still twisted his features, but that smile still gave Peter delight. 'I thought with the chicken that would work best.' Peter liked father after work. His voice strong, eyes clear, now was how he was and what Peter carved back. 'I'll go wash up. We should have plenty of time to eat and you to change for class.' his dad said. Striding long steps towards the bathroom. The food was waiting when he came back. He nodded proudly at his son and sat. 'How was school?' he asked, then took a big scoop. 'Boring, how was work?' Peter replied. His dad nodded then noted, 'Busy. Nothing major to fix. Door loose in its frame. Dripping taps. Just busy work.' 'Oh, that's good or bad?' Peter requested. His father smiled, 'Good, small problems are easy to look over. I bet school was boring due to your own little things waiting here.' 'Yeah a little.' Peter confessed. His father sighed. Then Peter waited for it. The usual request at this point of supper on taekwondo nights. 'So after class tonight. '' he started as usual. 'I can take the bus home.' Peter agreed to the repeated question. 'Oh, no. Actually I'm picking you up. I was going to ask if you wanted to visit a new store that opened up.' His father surprised him. 'You want to go somewhere after taekwondo?' Peter was in disbelief. 'Yeah, would that be OK? I know it can't be easy to be seen with, well, me looking like this.' his father kind of broke Peter's heart. Peter fought back tears. 'I would be proud to be out with my dad.' His father's eyes watered for the first time since he discovered that brown demon liquid. 'Then tonight your dad will take you to that new store. I can't promise much later than that. But that I promise.' 'Looking forward to it.' Peter cheered. Thinking at least it's a step back to the man he knew that was drowning in those bottles. They finished eating. Neither seem able to say much more just right then. Peter changed into his gi he was hopeful again. They drove to class. At taekwondo, Bill asked, 'What's so good?' as he sees Peter enter with a smile. 'Dad's taking me to a new store after Taekwondo.' Peter answered his friend. 'Really, cool. I wonder if it's the same store my dad is taking me to.' Bill guessed. 'Guess we'll find out.' Peter said as they went to their area of the dojo for the night. After class they say their goodbyes. Get into their father's cars and drive off. They take the same turns and travel the same roads. Both Peter and Bill are surprised to see a bright new store has been set up in this old rundown strip mall. 'Hello Bruce.' Bill's father greets Peter's father. 'Hello Tony.' Peter's father answered. They entered the bright store Bill's father noted, 'Thanks for letting everyone know about this place.' Peter's father shrugged, 'Figured all the boys would need good cages and things for those tiny ladies.' The clerk, a pleasantly smiling old woman greets them, 'Welcome to Little Wears, looking for cages?' 'Among other things.' Bill's dad answers. 'Why don't I take you and Mr. South over to the cages while Bill and Peter head over to pick out outfits for their pets.' Ms. Gale suggests. 'You heard Ms. Gale, go gather a wardrobe of outfits. Pick some extras for the new ones you'll be getting from Mr. Foreman later.' Peter's day suggested pointing to where the sign indicated the mini clothes location. It wasn't just outfits. The boys also selected furniture their little harems would rest on while not in use. Fed to keep them healthy. Even accessories designed to keep them in play shapes. It's almost like Christmas for the two boys. 'Man I can't wait to get home.' Bill mentioned as they waited for their fathers to pay for their new pet's accessories. Peter however had a different thought. He noticed suddenly his father was looking pale, trembling slightly. It had been a long while since he went this long into an evening without a drink. And Peter could see his self loathing and doubt were eating at him. Peter so wanted to find his father a new release to that internal pain. 'Hey man, what are you going to do first? I'm going to take those poker things dad is buying and gang bang Helen.' Bill interrupted Peter's thoughts. Peter had realized he might see the struggle his dad was having but Bill and Mr. Miles were clearly clueless or didn't care about his pain. 'I'll likely put my cage together.' Was all Peter could think to say. 'Oh, yeah I should do that too I guess.' Bill replied with a shrug. Peter vaguely listened as Bill spoke of his plans for Helen and his unnamed Asian. Peter too wanted to play with Ms. Vale in interesting ways but not at the expense of his father's health. The four of them left that great store and Peter got into the car and they started home. Peter hoped to tempt his father away from that golden brown liquid, 'Hey when we get home we could put together my new cage.' 'You mind doing that yourself buddy. I'm a little beat from work and stuff.' his father sighed, sounding like he was carrying a burden. 'No, I can. Are you going to bed then?' Peter suggested. His father took a deep breath. It was clear to Peter he was actually considering it. His hopes came up then his father deflated and softly noted, 'No, I think I'll watch a little TV first.' Maybe if he was distracted Peter wondered. Offering, 'You want one of my tiny women to play with while you do that?' His father shook his head. 'No, you earn those. You should be the one to enjoy them. Thanks though.' 'I could ask Mr. Foreman for a certain woman or girl. Is there maybe one you'd like, as like a gift?' Peter schemed. His father looked to think for a moment and replied, 'I don't think I should. You are the one earning them.' 'I don't mind, really. Maybe a lady from work or I don't know a girl from the neighborhood?' Peter pressed. 'No buddy. Thanks. I don't deserve to take from your efforts.' His father said. Peter was desperate. His mouth came up with an idea before his brain considered it. 'I could ask for mom, you could punish her for being a whore and leaving.' 'Don't you call your mother a whore again!' His father snapped. Peter was strangely glad to see some fight still in his father. His father continued in an angry tone, 'I don't want you or any of your friends to take your mother out of her life. Let her be happy. And when you're grown and made something of yourself, unlike me, you can deny her like she denies you now.' 'Dad, I didn't mean to upset you. I just, well, mom isn't the only one denying me. Once you start with the rum I lose you too.' Peter advised. 'You're better off at that point then.' his father softly countered. Peter didn't know how to respond. His dad was wounded and he had no idea what to do or say. How to help him, how to get his father back from that wounded man in his form. This was not something he would solve tonight. They pulled into their driveway. His father helped him carry the items into his room. 'You know where the tools are?' he asked. 'Yeah, yeah I do.' Peter sighed. 'Alright, I'll be, you know.' His father looked exhausted. 'Yeah, night dad.' Peter sadly noted. 'Night Buddy.' his father left and towards the living room. Peter cleared off his dresser. He opened the box for the cage and pulled out the materials. The bottom was a semi-cleared black plastic container. Clearly labeled walls and floors. Peter marveled at the included sinks for them to get drinking water. Toilets to remove waste. Showers to clean themselves after satisfying him. Peter was happy with how easy the cage was assembled. Like magic the connections latched and the structure took shape. The mini furniture also seemed to come together through will of their own more than his efforts. Leaving just placement with their accessories. Silently awaiting his sexy little pets. To the old trunk. There they looked up with their scared pretty brown faces. He felt a strange disappointment that they had gotten redressed but not fully. No shoes to undo as they struggled or sexy hosiery to peel from their toned dark legs. His hand latched around Ms. Vale. She squirmed in his grip. Pushing unsuccessfully at his index finger. The efforts stretched the front of her play cop uniform across her wonderful tits. The zipper not fully pulled up allowed him a preview of her cleavage. He reached down to pinch that millimeter sized zipper tag. The former Counselor slapped at him as if she could make enough painful sensation to hinder him. She pushed at his grip, making him chuckle in amusement. As he pulled down that metal latching device he tilted his hand and opened fingers so as to not slow his own progress. Two fingers hooked up by her shoulders. He held there briefly to savor her begging him. Something about her voice whimpering his name in helpless pleading just made his dick hard. He pushed the sleeves off her chocolate shaded shoulders. He flips Ms. Vale with ease. Peeling that costumed leotard off that perfect rounded ass. Dropping it he pressed his hand over the tiny woman. Humming in delight as she wiggles trapped in his palms. Her curves were designed for him to play with. He opened his hands and Ms. Vale turned over. She sits semi-reclined in his hand. Ranting on about how what he was doing was wrong. How he had to realize that. That he should stop. Peter just listened to the music of her foolish rambling. Admiring her form just clad in her underwear. Hypnotized at how her tits heave as she implores him. His dick twitched as she yelped as his free hand latched around her waist. Fingers pinned her chest down then he slowly slid her sexy panties down those cock wrapping legs. Did she not realize her squirming just rubbed her boobs into his finger. Encouraging him to want her fully naked. He freed her just to flip her over and pin down on her shoulders. Accessing her bra straps, carefully he pinched the cross strap connector bit. She grunted alluringly as he pulled it open. He stroked along her spine. Admiring the structure of her exposed back. He pushed her straps off her shoulders. Over again, she clapped little hands over the cup parts. All her fit strength was no match to one hooking finger. The bra slipped from her hold then from her fully. Wanting his hands free to strip the other brown skinned beauty he undid his pants. Ms. Vale guessed his plan correctly. Hearing that sexy voice pleading helplessly, 'No Peter, please don't wrap me against your penis.' He exposed the subject of her worries. His fingers hooked her arms in a way that allowed him to spread them wide. Pressing her naked sensual form along his hard dick. He openly panted as the sight of her dark skin along his pale skinned manhood filled his eyes. He pulled up his underwear restraining his former counselor along his hungry cock. Trying to only slightly enjoy the sensations that Ms. Vale's body caused his dick. He wanted both black beauties to be savored. But that older crush was silhouetted by the material of his underwear. The stretched cotton material made her every failed attempt to wiggle free into delightful caress. Softly gasping Peter looked back into the truck. The waiting nurse clad pretty crawled away from his lusting gaze on her back. Displaying her own toned legs from under her short little white skirt. Her sexy nurse themed top barely contained her boobs. He grabbed her ankles and lifted her upside down. Not as personal as Ms. Vale's arousing begging. But her own pleading did twitch his dick against that former educator. Her little skirt draped down exposing her lacy white panties. He admired how they covered her tight ass. He reaches up and grabs one side of her collar. Slight little tug and the first button opened. Little finger twitch after finger twitch opened more and more buttons. Something about her simple pure white bra against that dark skin just appealed to him. She just begged for his mercy as that shirt fell from his hand. His finger stroked across the tips of her restrained boobs. She rambled on but sadly made no attempt to stop his molestation. He turned his hand and pinched the patch of the bra that held it on. A whimper inducing tug and it was free. Gravity took that garment allowing his finger to now stroke the exposed nipples of those firm tits. He remembered her undoing the skirt. He spots the little place it was held tight. An arousing gasp is generated from the beauty and the top band loosened. He grabbed her hands in his free hand and laughed at her yelp of pain as he suddenly flipped her around. The skirt flutters to his bed. He reaches around her softly tapering hips. He's almost tempted to scream at her. Even with the clear intent of him taking her last piece of clothes doesn't cause her to squirm. No she just mutters too low for Peter to hear as big beautiful dark brown eyes look at him with clear tears on the verge of falling. He licks his lips as her little smooth pussy comes into view. Naked now, he knew what he wanted her and Ms. Vale to do. He freed his prized pet from her cotton cage and added her understudy. Both draped along his length he commands, 'Use your little bodies to make my dick feel good.' The response is Ms. Vale's pointless plea, 'Peter you have to know this isn't right.' He grabs the former teacher. Bends her across his dick. With a simple flick of his finger against her ass, her body arches her tits along his sensitive skin. She starts again, blah blah blah with the usual wrong and to help her. His second flick makes the unknown beauty press herself tightly against his shaft and begins loving his dick. Clearly his spankings were causing her discomfort. But Ms. Vale starts up again, her voice cracking some from the discomfort. Peter wished she had a Peyton he could threaten to gain her obedience like Mark had with Mrs. Bell. A third flick with a, 'You want more, because I'm enjoying this almost as much too.' The counselor closes her eyes. An expression of surrender is followed with a desired lick to his cock skin. His hands lift. Both brown skinned pretties start servicing his giant manhood. Fit bodies grinding in submission to his want. Tongues reluctantly tasted his lust. He fought the urge to grab and just jerk off using their inches tall bodies. Oh he couldn't wait to help Mr. Foreman. He envisioned a gathering of African American beauties servicing his manhood at his want. He knew he wouldn't resist long. No, the image of his thick white cum oozing over that smooth gorgeous skin was already breaking his resolve down. He tried to distract himself by deciding which one would get the cum shower. It wasn't a long debate. As beautiful as the unknown pet was. Ms. Vale had been tempting him in his dreams for a couple years now. Many of those dreams involved her gargling his man seed or it decorating her perfect face. That was that. The understudy was drawn down so he could massage his heavy balls with her now squirming body. That freed up his other hand to pin his dream lover to his erection. Now he whimpered as her perfect curves were celebrated along his dick. Gasping from the sensations of her forced movements he quickened his pace. She begins grunting in discomfort but in his ears they are twisted to arousing sounds of sexual gratification. That makes his climax. Peter pulls his former unattainable crush to the tip of his dick. Gasping grunts follow each sight of his thick warm cum pumping out and covering her face and tits. Savored almost as much as the efforts that brought the fluid flowing. The tiny woman in her discomfort was open mouthed and that makes her spunk mask that much better. As she sputters and coughs only making her mouth open for later spurts to fill it again and again. Peter brings the other beauty up and pins her against Ms. Vale's cum cover body. Like a living tissue so he didn't get any of the man-goo on himself. He places them in the cage. By the showers. He briefly thinks on showing them how the showers work. But he's a bit too tired and they should be able to figure out a simple shower function. He strips and dresses for bed. The idea of clothes for his pets is dismissed as a thing to possibly do before school in the morning. Besides, his morning fun would be quicker if they were not dressed anyway. He stepped out into the hall. His father, in his chair watching some old action show off a DVD. Peter wondered briefly what glass of rum could he be on. He pushed down his sad thoughts to finish preparing for bed. He returns to his room. The sounds from the cage told that the women figured out the showers. He shut off his lights. The sounds of flowing water help him slip to sleep quickly. |
1693010694 | MrForeman11 | When Bill arrived home he went straight to his room. Passing the kitchen he interrupted his sister Amy's yipping about her missing friend Helen to ask his mother, 'What's for supper?' 'I'm talking!' Amy snapped. 'When aren't you?' Bill mocked back. 'Would you two stop? Pork Chops and mashed potatoes, corn on the side.' his mother inserted herself. 'Mom, he interrupted me.' Amy complained as Bill continued off to his room. 'Bill, respect your sister, or I'll take those things you got last night away from you.' his mother threatened. 'Sure mom.' he replied knowing she wasn't likely to take his new favorite toys away from her baby boy. He slipped his pants off and grabbed that useful frisbee from last night. He walked over to the cage on his dresser. The older Asian beauty had clad herself in the body suit of her cat costume. Helen was wearing her tight little vest attached shirt and little pleated jean skirt. He placed Helen in the frisbee and sat down in his desk chair. Unzipping the blathering little oriental treat he commanded that Strawberry blonde beauty, 'OK first slowly undo your skirt then like sexy slip it off.' 'Bill please let me go, once I'm big again I'll let you touch my breast sometime.' Helen adorably pleaded. Bill snickered at such a weak offer. 'God your stupid, I can touch your breasts any time I want while your small.' 'How about I, I, I. Errr, I'll suck your dick.' she suggested desperately. That was at least a touch tempting. Those big tits hanging out while that cute face wrapped those pink lips around his dick. It would likely feel awesome. But he could lose that to keep her as his lap bitch. Taunting he re-requests, 'Come on Helen, slip that skirt off for your sweet Bill.' He pulls that tight black covering from that sexy Asian as Helen disappointingly begs, 'Please don't, help me.' Bill wraps his fingers around the Asian and squeezes slightly. The woman begins yipping in pain. 'This will be you if you don't do as I request you titty little slut. Skirt, slowly now.' Helen was at least smart enough not to want his fist wrapped around her curvy body. She undid the skirt and slowly started slipping it down her lovely legs. He opens his hand and forces that slender Asian to hug his cock with both its arms and its sculpted legs. Slowly sliding that lithe body along his manhood he purrs at Helen. 'Now, undo your top. Don't let me see your nipples. Hide them, tease your.” Then he stopped. He wasn't sure what to have them call him. Master was cliché. King? Not really. Owner was too on the nose. 'Helen, you have a suggestion on what you should refer to me as?' he can't think of anything. She had carefully undid that straining top. Hands hold that stretched fabric over her chest pillows. Whatever Mr. Foreman did when he shrunk her down had left those shoulder boulders firmer and perkier than tits of that size would ever be naturally. He snickers at her whimpered scared response, 'You're a monster.' 'Giant, yes you'll refer to me as your Giant. That way if I lend you to Tim or Peter they will be your Giant for that night or weekend.' he happily advises. Helen clearly didn't appreciate the suggestion the other guys would have nights and such to use her too. Annoying she was clearly fighting back tears. He decides to gain her focus, 'Go ahead, say it. Call me your Giant.' 'Fine you sick bastard, you're my giant.' she snaps back. He adjusted his hand and flicked the little round ass on the Asian. He likes how it yelped and squirmed from that punishment. He would have to flick shrunken asses again. 'One more outburst and I'll spank that fine booty.' 'Fine, please don't hurt me, my Giant.' Helen surrendered. 'No, arch those melons out and slowly wiggle them out for my enjoyment.' he decried as the Asian was used to keep his cock hard. Helen pushed her shoulders back. Years of cheer made her quite skilled at moving her shapely body. And yes he had seen them naked last night, yet there was still something exciting about watching her expose her big plump breasts to him. Like an offering to her new god. Well, a forced offering, but that had a touch of excitement linked to it too. He was glad she hadn't bothered to put her bra on. Did she know she was going to do a strip tease for her Giant once he got home from school? He thought about asking, but the fact her white cotton panties looked sexy was reminding him she wasn't naked yet. 'Panties, slowly, let me savor you taking them off.' He commanded. Helen hooks her thumbs into the thin straps hung along her wonderful hips. Those hips rock back and forth, making slow circles. Her little smooth slit smile sideways at him as she strips those little white panties. Down over her knees, she turns. It looked like she slipped. If it was planned or an accident her side ass is displayed beautifully. He sat there and stared at the naked girl. There was always something he liked about Helen. Pretty, yes. That curvy body, definitely. But more. He always figured that was her sweet personality. Yes, his sister's friend. But she didn't snark at him like Vicki or Moncia. Now that sweet voice whimpering, that cute face pouting all sexy and helpless. Now he considered it was her dizziness. Almost genetically designed to be owned by a man in some way or another. 'Now what my Giant.' she requests, like she knows she is a perfect little pet bitch. 'Oh, you're going to beg me to cum on you.' he taunted, stroking that Asian faster. It didn't like that and squirmed. She seemed made to be owned too. 'Please not again.' Helen pleads. Bill drinks that sweet helplessness. She was begging and that was more what he wanted. 'Not what?' he eggs her on. Slowing down the sensations along his cock made by slender oriental beauty. 'Please don't cum on me.' sings Helen's sweet little voice. 'Oh yeah.' Bill gasps in delight. 'I'm going to cum on those big old tits. Push them out.' he commands. Helen's whimpering reply is, 'Bill please, it feels disgusting.' Still she knows her position as those big round melons are pushed towards him. Bouncing slightly as Helen braces herself in that pose. 'Hold that mouth open, your giant likes seeing it filled with cum.' he demands. 'No, no, no.' she mumbled barely audibly. Then those sweet pink lips slowly, trembling, form a big O-Shape. 'I'm going to cover your face in cum.' Bill informs his busty pet. This makes her breath fast. Heaving those chest orbs perfectly. Like they were dancing for the white rain to flood over them. His hand strokes that cock hugging beauty faster. The sensation of sexual dominance over that older girl delights his cock. The sight of a crush posed to receive his seed under helpless duress was a visual feast. He stands and points his ridged dick into that strawberry blonde's face. Too startled and scared to turn away. Bill cheers loudly, 'YES!' as his first thick glob hits that pretty face and the ends spread apart and wraps to the sides of her head and smears through her long beautiful hair. 'Yes!' as the next glob sort of bounces off that cum drenched face and rolls slightly. Slowly starting to spread over the tops of those held out tits. 'Yes!' he gasps a third time as he realizes his load is collecting then glazing down her appealing body. Spent, he slouches back into that wheeled chair. Gasping for air. For such a simple act he was very physically spent at its competition. It was worth it. Now he looked at that curvy Helen kneeling in a clearly disgusted pose. Smeared almost evenly with his cum from her head down to her knees. A knock on his door. 'Bill, buddy, are you OK for a dad chat?' 'Ah, I'm getting ready for taekwondo.' he lied. His dad comes in and nods proudly, 'Yeah, that was what I thought. Helen looks good like that.' 'Yes she does.' Bill agrees. 'Did you want a go?' he offers, holding the scared cock gashia towards his father. 'Yeah, thanks son.' his father accepts. It should have seemed weird to see his dad undoing his pants and wrapping a tiny woman half his age around his limp cock. But Bill was more happy they had something they enjoyed doing together. 'So, what did you want to talk about?' Bill asked over Helen's return to begging for help. 'Oh, this little wonton feels great huh. Right, I'll be picking you up after taekwondo tonight. There is a new store I think we should take a look at together.' His father answered as the sensation of the Asian's slender body was awakening his cock quite quickly. 'What type of store?' Bill asked amused at how quickly Helen gave up and just posed for his excited father. 'Oh yeah, oh yeah. Now you're a little cum whore like you always should have been.' his father taunted the curvy target. Then between gasping breaths guessed, 'I think it's a store for owning these little women.' 'Really?' Bill found that odd. But wasn't owning tiny people odd anyway? Would a store be any stranger? 'AHH!' His father gasped and added his own cum to the coating Helen already unwillingly wore. He finished and stood a little wobbly. 'What should I do with this one?' he asked, holding the gasping little Asian. 'Place her in the Frisbee. She'll lick the cum off Helen's tits or I'll punish her.' Bill answered. 'Good idea. Lick it up lap lily.' his father teased as he rolled her into the puddle forming in the plastic disk. His father sits on Bill's old toy chest. They look at each other and laugh like old cartoon villains. Amused more as the slender beauty rolls onto her knees and reluctantly starts licking the white smear off Helen's big plump boobs. Father and son snickering with their spent dicks just hanging out. A knock on the door ended their entertainment, 'OK boys. Time to clean up for supper.' Bill heard his mother's voice. 'We'll be right there dear.' His father noted. 'You change and I'll rinse these.' his father said, lifting the frisbee and making the two tiny ladies tumble into the white goo. 'Thanks dad.' Bill replied, getting up for his Gi. The Miles family sat down for supper. His sisters rambled on about dance or cheer. Bill could only think about what girls from those clubs would look like as naked helpless little pets. He looked up and his father had an amused smile. They look at each other and nod in silent agreement. After supper, while his mother dealt with the girl's need for rides. His father took him to taekwondo. At taekwondo, Bill asked, 'What's so good?' as he sees Peter enter with a smile. 'Dad's taking me to a new store after Taekwondo.' Peter answered. 'Really, cool. I wonder if it's the same store my dad is taking me to.' Bill guessed. 'Guess we'll find out.' Peter said as they went to their area of the dojo for the night. After class they say their goodbyes. Get into their father's cars and drive off. They take the same turns and travel the same roads. Both Peter and Bill are surprised to see a bright new store has been set up in this old rundown strip mall. 'Hello Bruce.' Bill's father greets Peter's father. 'Hello Tony.' Peter's father answered. They entered the bright store Bill's father noted, 'Thanks for letting everyone know about this place.' Peter's father shrugged, 'Figured all the boys would need good cages and things for those tiny ladies.' The clerk, a pleasantly smiling old woman greets them, 'Welcome to Little Wears, looking for cages?' 'Among other things.' Bill's dad answers. 'Why don't I take you and Mr. South over to the cages while Bill and Peter head over to pick out outfits for their pets.' Ms. Gale suggests. 'You heard Ms. Gale, go gather a wardrobe of outfits. Pick some extras for the new ones you'll be getting from Mr. Foreman later.' Peter's day suggested pointing to where the sign indicated the mini clothes location. It wasn't just outfits. The boys also selected furniture their little harems would rest on while not in use. Feed to keep them healthy. Even accessories designed to keep them in play shapes. It's almost like Christmas for the two boys. 'Man, I can't wait to get home.' Bill mentioned as they waited for their fathers to pay for their new pet's accessories. Bill was a little put out. Peter didn’t respond. Just stared at his father with a strange look on his face. Bill tried again, 'Hey man, what are you going to do first? I'm going to take those poker things dad is buying and gang bang Helen.' Peter mumbled, 'I'll likely put my cage together.' What a strange response Bill thought. Wasn’t he excited to dress and undress his tiny women? 'Oh, yeah I should do that too I guess.' Bill replied, confused at Peter’s lackluster tone. “Man, did you see all the accessories dad is buying. There has to be like a half dozen things just to tie Helen too.” Bill started. Peter’s ah huh response told he wasn’t really listening. Bill chalked that up to Peter imagining that hottie Ms. Vale being stripped of the many outfits he picked out for her. Bill did have a moment of worry that his friend might have been a touch racist. Many outfits being traditional costumes for darker skinned societies and slave and chain outfits. But, as long as he didn’t push those ideas, how Peter enjoyed his little women was for him to decide. The four of them left that great store and Bill got into the car and they started home. Bill’s father mentioned on the way home, “How about we put the cage and furniture together?” Bill liked this attention, “Sure dad. Maybe we could shower Helen again.” “You bet. I bought something I want to try her on.” His father noted. “Oh, I wanted to use those stylus things with the rubber dicks as tips on her.” Bill advised. His father nodded, “We can do both.” “Oh cool.” Bill was happy. The idea of fucking Helen with those little dildos was flooding his brain. “So, are you going to Mr. Foreman’s tomorrow?” His dad was clearly working towards hinting something. “That’s the plan.” Bill responded wondering what his father had in mind. “So, do you get to select your reward or does he just pick you one?” his father questioned. “Well, he picks but it seems to be one I’d want.” Bill noted. “So, if you really wanted one, would he pick that one? Like could you will your choice?” His father wondered. Bill shrugged. “I’m not sure. Why is there a girl you’d want me to concentrate on when he picks my reward?” “I would. I mean you might think about Donna, you know that busty brunette from Amy’s cheer team.” His dad hinted. Bill had been hoping for another Asian to add to his small mix. But Donna was hot. And another busty girl to rub on his dick would be good. And dad clearly liked the idea of molesting Amy’s dark haired friend. “I’ll try.” Bill excitedly responded. “Thanks.” His father growled clearly, picturing Donna being used in some way. “Oh, after that maybe I should think about the Bank twins.” Bill suggested, as a way to start making a list if that worked. “Hmmm, or Rosey from gymnastics.” His father purred. Bill snickered. His dad was a pedo. Rosey was a year or so younger than he was. The Pretty long haired blonde from his little sister Melissa's gymnastics class. Though she was cute and flexible. Slender body would look good sandwiched between the bountiful chests of Helen and Donna. “Well, I’ll test this theory and if it works maybe tomorrow night we could start making a list.” Billy looked to hang out with his dad. “Sounds good to me.” his father replied. They pulled into the drive. They walked into the house and immediately Amy whined, “I’ve had my license nearly a year and you won’t buy me a car but you’ll buy Bill all that junk for those things in his room?” “He needs to keep them somewhere Princess. Pets need accessories.” His father countered. “I need to be able to get around on my own. Not still need to have you and mom ship me to cheer and the mall. You promised once I earned my license you’d look into used cars for me.” Amy brought up that old nugget. “I did, but there are also insurance costs sweetheart. If you maybe had a job to cover some of the expense for what would be your car.” his dad countered. “I might be able to get a job if I didn’t have to rely on my parents as drivers.” she huffed. “So, what job did Billy get that means he gets all that stuff?” She found a new attack. “Well frankly Amy, Bill and I are looking after those pets as a shared hobby.” his father stated proudly. Amy looked to say more when mom chirped in, “Oh really. Great, you two needed something to share. I’ve said that for a while now.” Amy couldn’t get a snip in edgewise as Melissa asked, “If you're doing that with Bill, who will drive me to gymnastics and dance?” Bill had to hide his smile as his father quickly hummed out, “Oh Baby Girl you know daddy will always take you to those.” “Well, you two should get those things in Bill’s room. He does have school in the morning.” Bill’s mother advised. Amy huffed off to her room as they left the entrance. Melissa was heard asking about maybe getting some of those strange rodent things too. That made no sense to Bill, they were clearly little women. Bill and his father entered his room. “Well we better move this.” his father stated as he lifted the little hamster cage and placed it in his bed. Bill liked how Helen and the Asian screamed in fear as they were moved so casually. They tore open the cage box. A multi level containment. With all the facilities of a sexy little prison. No matter where they were or what they were doing Bill would be able to watch. He made sure the showers were easy to see from the front of his dresser. More conveniently the access doors left no area where they could escape his grasp. He could pop a latch and get right to pleasuring himself with their sexy little bodies. The furniture snapped together intuitively. In no time the sleeping chambers were lined with the little beds with personal closets to hold the costumes for the tiny woman assigned to that bed. “Now for the fun pieces.” his father advised pulling out the different devices designed to restrain the tiny beauties. Posts with neck collars. Free standing walls for latching arms up above their heads. One of those things that locked over their wrists and neck making them stand bent at the waist. Bill didn’t even know if he’d use them. But he was glad he could if he wanted too. 'Well you need to be getting ready for bed soon.' his father sighed. 'Dad you mind if I, you know.' Bill requested. 'No, I figured we would. Go get Helen while I prepare my last extra item.' His father advised. Bill opened that old hamster cage. Helen knew what was coming. 'No please, no please, no please.' she chanted as she cringed backward from his hand. Cupped to wrap around her curvy body. He wiggles his fingers and that action made the strawberry blonde beauty gasp more as she rambled out the pointless repeated request. He growled excitedly as she was caught. Lifting her with ease, trapping the Asian in the cage. Possibly for later enjoyment. Helen just whimpered as he opened his hand. He lifted her leg making her dangle slightly off his hand. This gave him access to the zipper on her jean skirt. He snickers in his throat as his nail grabs the head of that metal fastening. It doesn't have the strength to resist him. He drops the busty doll back into his palm. She grabs the top of her skirt and begins barking out no repeatedly in a panicked tone. He laughs throat fully as he nabs the helm of that skirt in a simple pinch. She strains and fights as he simply tugs that garment off her ass and from her body. She attempts to pull the bottom of her shirt down to cover her panties. He hooked his nail under where her shirt was held by its first button. A flick of his nail and it was undone. Helen grabbed her shirt to guard the next button. He simply reaches down to her panties and she panics to guard them. He catches under the next button and her massive bra restrained breasts appear intoxicating. Helen can't seem to decide where to protect. Bill toys with her. Slowly reaching for a button, then as she grabs the front of her shirt, he then starts heading for her panties. She attempts to cover them instead. He could have restrained her and just tear them off her but this was better. She clearly has to know she can't stop him once he actually decides to finish stripping her. Her sweet voice just kept begging no the whole time. Suddenly she's too slow. Maybe she's tired, but he flicks open another button. Her head flops back at this loss. Arms back he is greatly disappointed at her surrender. Still slowly popping the rest of her buttons are delightful. He flares the shirt open to display her underwear covered body. She just looks away shaking her head and mumbling too low for Bill to hear. Her panties were slipped down those appealing legs. He lifted her slightly and pulled her shirt off. Flipping her she rests on all fours in his palm. He can feel her trembling. He unhooks that straining bra and he drops down her arms. He lifts her by her holdable hips. 'She's ready dad.' Bill announced. 'Bring her here.' His father noted. On the edge of Bill's desk is a strange little table in a bowled plate. It was a bunch of flat boards of plastic or possibly steel connected with both folding and twisting hinges sitting on a short pillar on a ball joint. Bill hands the mini-girl to his father. Helen gains a bit of her fight as she begs Bill's father for help. Making the man laugh, 'Good thing you're pretty Helen because smart you're not.' his father taunted. Bill likes how she hums out a repeating whimper sound as his dad latches her wrists and ankles. A device at the top of the table latched her head into an upturned position. Then his father flipped to side brackets that pushed her ample breasts together. 'Oh dad, I wanted to use those dildo styluses.' Bill now whimpers. 'Oh we will. Watch.' His father advises. He bends the board along Helen's legs and they are posed straight up from her hips. Then he pushes them apart. Helen's ass and pussy were on full display and from how she was wiggling there was nothing she could do to change that. 'Well, head or tail?' His father jokingly asked. Bill grabbed the wand like devices with little rubber dicks attached on their ends. 'Oh I want her pussy.' he slurps out. His father's finger strokes around Helen's little mouth, 'Good, I've been wanting to fill her mouth for a while now.' He looked at Bill and advises, 'Grab the lube, it isn't likely Helen's going to be an eager pin cushion.' 'Right dad.' Bill noted grabbing a bottom. He popped the flip top and inserted a phallic tip and turned the bottle to well coat that tip. 'Will you need yours lubed as well?' 'One, her mouth will be wet enough I think.' his father noted. Bill places the tip of his first lube soaked dildo on a wand to Helen's twitching pussy. He wiggles it at her entrance. Her body strains to escape her bonds to no avail. His dad snickers, 'Open up Helen, that sweet mouth is made for this.' Bill marvels how just a little pressure drives his play cock into her resisting pussy. She yelps in reaction and his dad cheers, 'Yeah that's right.' The split roast that restrained busty toy. Both snickering like cruel children. 'Man I can feel how tight her pussy is.' Bill informs his father. 'Ah poor little Helen. Didn't you get your cherry popped before now?' He father taunts. 'I'm going to fill her ass.' Bill informs as he picks up a second wand and lube it up. 'I've always wanted to titty fuck those boulders.' he dad taunts as his lubed rubber cock is pressed to Helen's bonded breasts. Bill savors as her cleavage coils around that fake man shaft and it slips between her melons. Soon his dad is jiggling her unnaturally firm big tits with a slight movement of his wrist. Bill poked the little pink spot between her ass cheeks. It's a bit more difficult to penetrate. But between his slight effort and the ample lube it slides in deep. Soon Helen is attempting to make moaning complaints despite the play dick she was made to be sucking on. 'Man, this is arousing.' his father noted admiring the sight of Helen being gang banged by toy dicks. 'Yeah.' Bill gleefully replied mesmerized by the sight himself. 'Do you mind if I whip out my penis?' His dad requested. Bill placed both wands in one hand. A simple shifting of his wrist was enough to keep fucking Helen's ass and pussy. 'No, go ahead. I'm going to.' He answers. His dad shifts the handle to one hand and keeps up stretching Helen's throat while rocking her massive mini-tits. 'Great, getting a little tight in there.' he father says in an amused tone. Bill started stroking his erect dick and pointing the tip over the restrained beauty. 'Man, I'm going to enjoy covering her in cum.' 'Really, I'm going to pop this thing out of her mouth, place my tip over her lips and watch as my cum overloads her throat. You could pop her cunt and fill her like an éclair.' His father advised. Bill hadn't thought about that. Blasting his cum into Helen like the little toy slut she now was. To watch as it slowly drips from her pussy. Any extra he could paint her round little ass with. 'Yeah, I'll do that.' The thought of cum fucking Helen brought Bill to his peak. Wands out he pressed his tip at the little bodies' stretched pussy. His first pump and Helen gave a loud whine and her body wiggled in those restraints. His dad popped out the wand in her mouth and capped those pink lips with his giant cock. Father gasped loudly and Helen's pretty eyes went wide. Her cheek bulge under the liquid pressure. Bill quickly shifted and Helen failed to clench tight enough to keep his spunk from filling her ass. His dad allowed a few pumps to fail to enter her throat and flood her pretty face in thick white goo. Then let his last spurts to glaze those big cock pleasing tits. Bill felt faint after cumming so hard and sat in a flump on his bed. His father looked greatly satisfied easily settled into Bill's computer chair. They sat there a few minutes in silence admiring Helen as she made whimpered couching attempts to clear her throat. Bill's cum cover her crotch, ass, and the backs of her thighs. His father painted her face and tits in his semen. 'Oh no.' his father suddenly grumbled. 'What?' Bill asked. 'Well, I didn't think of it till now. But can you get them pregnant?' His father asked. Oh no was right. He didn't want to be filling all his tiny women with babies. He cringed as he stated, 'I don't know. I hope not.' 'You should ask Mr. Foreman.' his father suggested. 'Yeah, yeah. I will.' Bill agreed. His dad started doing up his pants. 'Well you get ready for bed. I'll clean Helen up.' 'Yeah. Best not worry about it till we know more.' Bill reasoned. His father lifted the restraining table then snickered, 'Wait, she can clean herself now.' He stepped closer to the cage and opened the door to the showers. He tilted the device and started opening the restraints. Making Helen flopped into the slowly draining puddle of their combined spent delight. 'I'll be back after I rinse this off.' his father noted then left. Bill grabbed the Asian from the Hamster cage and placed her into her new home. Then dressed for bed. He was on his way to the bathroom when his father passed. 'I left it to dry in the tub. We'll need to get you shelves for things like that. Man, now I wish you had a bigger room. They will take up a lot of space.' Bill joked, 'You could give me Amy's room.' 'Don't say things like that. She'll hear and throw another tantrum.' His father snickered back. 'OK, fine.' Bill laughed softly. Bill prep for bed. As he laid down in his bed the worry that Helen might be carrying his baby struck. Then Bill reasoned, Mr. Foreman could make them doll sized he could likely abort and unwanted cum creations. That reasoning eased his mind and he slept peacefully. |
1693010807 | MrForeman12 | Tim awoke with his old shorts stretched. Seems his dick was excited about morning relief. He walked up to the new magic cage. The three little beauties were sleeping in a pile. Sharing adorably the one mattress he gifted them with, towels wrapped around their appealing forms. His sock draped over their hip areas. He was glad to have left them without clothes. His dick was twitching at the sight. Helpless and sexy all at once. He had an idea. He grabbed his shirt from yesterday and folded it length ways to make a strap. He popped the cage and that black haired beauty awoke and immediately welcomed him with an appealing, 'No please!' He pulled her out first and tore her little bath towel off. His tongue danced along his lips as he admired her hot body. He pulled her arms and ankles lightly to have her stretched along his shirt. 'Hold still.' he growled and she nodded wonderfully submissively. He looked in to see the other two were awaken by his taking of their friend. He grabbed the ankles of the one with Reddish Brown hair and dragged her a bit before lifting her. Her towel left her as she was brought out of the cage. She was stretched along the first. He didn't even bother to threaten as she looked frozen in place. The third with her short light brown hair was clearly unaware of her new life. Running like there was a place to hide from him. Her towel lost as she darted into another chamber. But all chambers have easy access doors. Fist grabbed around her body and lifted her out. 'Stay as I place you or I'll get really mean.' He taunted her. Then placed her out straight. He loved the whimpering that came as he whipped out his erection. He aimed it above the black haired beauty. She felt wonderful along his shaft. Little limbs pressed to the underside of his dick. He slid his hands under her two friends and pressed them to the sides of his cock. Hands slowly but steadily pulled the shirts to hold them firmly along his length but not enough to crush them. They were now wrapped in his fabric pussy so they stayed aligned. He pulled it back to hold it in place. Tim stayed there a minute. Little beauties squirming trapped in the shirt net. He could feel them gasping against his sensitive skin. Slowly he pulled his dick back. Carefully testing the path he pushed it back along them. Three wonderful bodies were safe to enjoy. They in turn encouraged him by whimpering in unison as he tested his shirt pussy. Knowing they wouldn't be hurt he started. The sensations from body fucking three hot tiny women at once was exactly what his dick was up so early for. Their legs were wrapped along his shaft. Three sets of firm tiny tits dragged along his sensitive skin. Their chorus of voices grunting and gasping as his manhood savored their bodies. Tim was in heaven. Heaven was a bit much for his young body. He wrapped his hands around the contained beauties. Pulling the shirt up to the tip he felt Reddish Hair and Short Hair slid against Black Haired one. He moaned in ecstasy as his balls flooded cum out of his dick. The three helpless women whimpered and groined in disgust as his release sprayed into their shirt nest. He pulled his dick out and lifted to see his results. The three were all coated from hips to neck. His cum must have been particularly sticky this morning as strings of it were stretching from their lifted arms from their oozing chests. The Black Haired one tapped her arm by mistake into Reddish Hair's arm and spunk webbing was strung between them. He laughed in delight as he pressed them together. He was glad he didn't have to wash them afterward any more. Such a time saver to just pour them into the cage. Sadly the shirt soaked up too much of the cum to dribble it over their pretty faces. He closed the cage as he used a dry patch of his shirt to dry off the tip of his dick. Tossing it into his hamper, hoping it would dried enough before his mother did laundry next. He got ready for school. Wash up, Breakfast, and such. He was even nice enough to leave his current collection with a cheer uniform each. Looking forward to taking them off of them after school. He walked to the corner where he encountered Peter. 'Morning Peter. We need to go this way.' 'Why are we going this way?' Peter asked. 'We are meeting Mark.' Tim reminded him. 'Mark lives that way.' Peter noted. 'Mark wants to walk Peyton to school.' Tim wondered why he didn't start with that. 'Wait, does that mean they are going out? Mark and Peyton?' Peter asked. There was an odd approval proudness to his tone. Tim shrugged. 'Maybe. I think that's what Mark hopes.' 'But he has.' Peter pointed out what Tim had already advised Mark about. 'Yeah. That might be trouble later.' Tim agreed. 'If so, should Mark get Peyton, you know, that way too?' Peter suggested. 'Yeah, I think that might work best if this thing doesn't work out.' Tim agreed again. 'What are guys doing here?' They turn to see Felicity Davis smiling at them. Beside her was Aoi Zhao. 'We're waiting for Mark. He's walking Peyton for school.' Tim answers. 'Huh, Peyton wanted us to meet her here. I guess for us to walk together.' Felicity replies. She looks at Peter, 'Hello Peter, how have you been?' 'Wait, we have to walk with them?' Bill announced his approach. 'You don't have to. I'd have a better day if you did.' His sister Melissia countered while rolling her eyes. Tim got a kick at how she always had a snip at her older brother around his friends. Her cute features form into a smile and she looks right at him, making Tim turn his gaze. As he sneaks a look back he questions if he catches her sneaking a look back. 'Good, we are all here.' Mark advises. Tim is strangely delighted to see Peyton is holding his hand. Melissia is suddenly beside Tim. Asking, 'So, does that mean we'll all be walking to school for now on?' 'I don't think so.' Bill growls. Aoi pats his arm. 'Would that be so bad?' 'Well, you know just Melissia being annoying.' Bill sputtered looking at the short little Asian teen. Tim looks about. Was this planned or known about? Mark and Peyton look to be sharing an inside joke. Felicity and Peter chatted nervously. Bill asking Aoi about some show. He looks to his side and catches Melissia looking at him. Have they been paired up. Why has he been paired with Melissia? Yes she's smart and pretty but she is Bill's sister. He would never allow Tim to date her. It would be nice if he did. 'We should get to school.' Tim announced and is nervously amused that he was in chorus with Melissia. 'Yeah, we should.' Peter noted. 'Nice day for a walk.' Felicity noted. 'Yeah, your right.' Peter replied. To Tim it looked like Peter sighed at the pretty redhead. 'We could go for a walk in the park after we eat lunch.' Aoi suggested looking hopeful at Bill. Was Bill blushing Tim wondered. He mumbled out, 'A walk could be good.' They start heading to school. Tim's mind racing. So much is happening so fast. The tiny women, he would be learning magic, and now walking with Melissia and her friends. He had to wonder if this was part of Mr. Foreman's scheme involving them. 'Burr, a bit chilly.' Melissia noted beside him. 'It's because you're still wearing a light fall coat. Here, I'm a little too warm anyway.' Tim suggests hooking his coat over her slender shoulders. It isn't until she smiles at him and he catches Bill glaring at him does he realize what he just did. Once in the school he got his jacket from Melissa and they separated. Tim headed to his locker and started pulling out his books for his first class. Bill rushed up to him. 'What was that?' Tim worried what he was upset about. But he took a chance, 'What was what?' 'The jacket thing with my sister.' Bill clarified. 'She was cold.' Tim defended his action. Bill huffed and decried, 'You will not be warming up my sister.' 'I wasn't doing anything. I was just being nice.' Tim defended his action. 'Fine. As long as you know not to try to date my sister.' Bill accepted Tim's response. Tim went to morning classes wondering how the lunch walk would go if he was going to have to try to avoid Melissia. Bill was right, as his friend he should try dating his little sister. Even if she was fun, interesting, and cute. Dang it, the more he tried not to want to go on that lunch walk, the more he wished Melissia wasn't Bill's sister. Peter met him at his locker. 'So, what do you think of Felicity?' Which was more likely, should I date Felicity. 'She seems nice. But with her pale skin and red hair isn't she the opposite of your claimed interest?'' Tim challenged. 'What, oh. You know you have to be flexible in life. Just because she has milky smooth skin and emerald green eyes is pretty in a nice way.' Peter sighed, likely more than he wanted to. Tim snickered. Just yesterday they didn't think much about Melissa and her friends. Now they were looking to become couples. Dang it he snarled in his head, I can't couple with Melissia. They walked to their usual table as Peter described why Felicity was nice. Tim was suddenly realizing that maybe Peter had thought about the Redhead a time or two before today. He watched as Mark and Peyton walked in, hand in hand. At least one of them looked to have coupled. He walked her to her usual table. Dang it, Melissia saw him looking over. She pushed her short hair behind her ear and shyly smiled at him. What was going on, why was his heart sputtering like that. Why was he shyly smiling back. Shrunken ladies were so much easier to deal with than full sized girls. Though, full sized girls seem nice too. His mind started chanting a firm reminder, 'Bill's sister, Bill's sister.' Speaking of Bill, he entered with Aoi following behind him like a lost puppy. He said something to her and the little Asian pretty nodded reassuringly. Bill walked over and sat down. 'There, I solved the walk problem.' 'What walk problem?' Peter sounded annoyed. 'Tim won't have a girl to walk with. So to be fair to him and allow us to talk guy stuff I told Aoi to tell the girls Tim didn't want to go for a walk with them.' Bill explained. 'Ahh, from what I've been told Tim would have a girl to walk with.' Mark huffed. 'No he doesn't.' Bill scoffed. 'Guys, Bill doesn't want me to go out with Melissia since she is his sister.' Tim advised trying not to sound annoyed. 'What do you want?' Mark rebutted. 'It doesn't matter. Friends don't date friend’s sisters.' Bill answered before Tim could. 'Lighten up Bill.' Peter sighed. He looked at Bill glaring at him and suggested, 'Wouldn't it be better to have someone you know is a good guy dating your sister then some guy you don't know.' 'Friends don't date friend’s sisters.' Bill firmly repeated. Tim knew this wasn't going to go anywhere so he injected, 'We all going to Mr. Foreman's after school?' 'I will be there after I walk Peyton home.' Mark answered, side-eyeing Bill. 'Do, do you think Felicity would like me to walk her home?' Peter asked Mark. 'I'm sure Aoi will look for my protection.' Bill proudly claimed. 'What do you think he'll want us to do?' Tim questioned. He knew if walking the girls home stayed a topic focus, Peter or Mark would slip back to Him and Melissia. 'Maybe he'll want us to finish cleaning that room.' Mark suggested. 'Clean, really?' Bill scoffed. 'Yeah. He thinks it'll give us a place to hang out and play games.' Mark said. Tim was thrown off by the lie. 'Oh, like old man games?' Bill questioned with a slight disgust. 'Maybe, I think he's just lonely.' Mark answered. Bill nodded then threatened, 'If he's doing this to try to touch us I'll smash his pervy face in.' They finished lunch and headed to their first afternoon class. Tim was just leaving his locker when Melissia popped up beside him noting, 'So, Billy got to you huh?' 'Bill would be uncomfortable if we hung out.' Tim advised. She tapped her shoulder at his, while laughing, 'Yeah, that's what I thought. But, what would you be comfortable with.' 'Melissia I don't want to cause problems.' Tim confessed. She smiled a little sadly and noted, 'He'd get over it. You know Bill, he just wants everything his way. And gets all whiney. But as soon as he sees he's not going to change things by sooking, he'll come around.' Tim nodded. She was right after all. Bill was all buster and no wind. It was just strange to be dating his friend’s little sister. 'Can we maybe wait a bit. See how things go for him and Aoi maybe?' At his class door she said, 'Sure, but don't wait too long.' Then she grabbed his arm and lifted herself onto her toes and kissed his cheek. Then sort of pranced off down the hall. Tim was surprised at his reaction. His heart was pounded like a jackhammer. He had access to three tiny beauties at home. He had literally wrapped them around his penis this morning. And a simple peck on his cheek from a girl his age had his blood rushing in a different almost more exciting way. Tim tried but couldn't get Melissia out of his mind all afternoon. Her cute smile, her fun personality, and a base as he found it, her round little ass. Tim was smart enough to know he was smitten. He knew enough to know it wasn't love but attraction. That didn't stop him from questioning if it might grow to be more. He stepped outside to see his friends filtering away from the school. Mark walked with Peyton, he smiled as that pairing was holding hands. Peter had Felicity's bag in his hand as he and the short redhead gave each other nervous looks and clearly knowing giggles. Bill, such a gentleman, had little Aoi carrying his bag as he described his character's great accomplishment at their last DnD game. Tim was tempted to rush out and note how it was Mark's character that was the actual hero. But left it as the Asian cutie looked enthralled in his boastful friend's story. Tim hoped they would all meet up at Mr. Foreman's like they had planned to do before the girls suddenly came into the picture. He had just turned the corner to head towards that destination when someone punched his shoulder. 'Why are you walking so fast?' teased Melissa's voice and his annoyance at the strike just disappeared. 'I didn't know I shouldn't walk my own pace alone.' he retorted as he felt his heart start quickening its own pace. Why was her smile just the prettiest thing now? 'Well, since Bill is headed towards Aoi's you could make sure I get home safe.' she suggested. 'OK, sure.' he said while his suddenly clouded mind screamed out YES! They walked, chatting about a show they both watched. Tim realized he wasn't paying too much attention to the talk. But her face. The shy looks. The slight curl to her smile at him looking back. How those lips looked so soft and sweet. 'It's cold.' She suddenly noted and grabbed his arm and cuddled close. He felt his body helpfully heat up to warm her. And she rested her head on his shoulder to turn that heat up more. They arrived at her house and she took his hands in hers and looked up at him and he didn't want to go anywhere else. 'So, Mark is planning on walking Peyton home tomorrow. And likely the other girls will have the other guys walk them.' Melissia started. 'Then you'll need someone to walk you home then?' he asked hopefully. 'OK, thanks.' She cheered and raised up. Tim expected another peck on his cheek. Soft sweet lips pressed his. He eagerly gave them a closed lipped kiss back. Head awash in emotions he never truly experienced before. This was his first romantic kiss after all. She was blushing slightly as she lowered and Tim was enthralled. 'See you tomorrow then.' she whispered. She let go of his hands and started towards her home. Peeking back at him as she walked. He couldn't look away from her. Even as the corner of his eye caught Mrs. Miles looking from the front window looking delighted. Melissia disappeared into that building. Tim turned and was gasping for breath. Had he been holding his breath the whole time he watched Melissia walk away? He took a deep breath and looked at the Miles house. Melissia was peeking out from the window in the door and they both looked away in embarrassment at being caught sneaking one last peek. Tim didn't remember walking to Mr. Foreman's gate. He knew he was walking and that was the goal. He just seemed to just float from Melissa's house and land there. He walked up the weaving drive to Mr. Foreman's front door. The old man stepped out as Tim was stepping on the stairs of the front porch. The old man looked and sighed with a smile, 'Careful lad. Your delight is showing.' he teased. 'Sorry, it's.' Tim started. Mr. Foreman interrupted, 'A girl, that's clear without my gifts. Be careful, romance is hard for a wizard.' 'Really, you mean I can't date or get married.' Tim worried. Mr. Foreman looked sympathetic instead of grumpy for a second and then advised, 'That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that relationships for wizards are hard. Non-Magical people just can't grasp the needs or actions of those in this world with magic.' 'Is that why your.' Tim started, then realized what he was about to ask. Mr. Foreman looked at him with an odd look on his face. Then burst out laughing. 'No lad, I'm a very lucky wizard. She hasn't married me because she hates the idea of marriage. No she grasps my world better than I do most days.' 'Ms. Gale.' he realized. 'Yep, am I lucky or what?' Mr. Foreman lost all his cranky old man appearance. He seemed like a schoolboy in love like Tim felt. Tim had to ask, 'Is she a wizard too? Mark felt last night like he was like her.' Mr. Foreman nodded with a surprised proud look. 'Your a lucky wizard. Your protector is very intuitive.' 'She's your protector.' Tim realized. 'Oh more than that. So much more.' Mr. Foreman sighed gleefully. Then he cocked his head and the cranky old man facade retook his features, 'Well we'll have to discuss this more at some point. Right now Mr. Miles is coming up the path.' Sure enough a minute later Bill strutted into view. 'About time, Mr. Hill and I have been waiting.' 'Didn't he tell you I was walking a girl home after school?' Bill countered. 'And how does that stack that wood beside my back door.' Mr. Foreman snarled. 'What wood, oh I didn't notice that pile.' Bill replied with a surprised look on his face. Sure enough there was a large pile of split wood just there before the garage. Tim didn't remember it being there a second ago. 'Let me show you two where I need it and you can show the other two once they finally arrive.' 'Their walking girls home too.' Bill advised as he walked over. 'Yeah, Mr, Hill told me. But I think they'll have better luck then some.' Mr. Foreman stated. Tim was certain he was teasing Bill. 'Hey, Aoi kissed me.' Bill defended as they started towards the pile. 'Really, cool.' Tim added his opinion. 'Right on my lips. I think she wanted to use tongue but chickened out. She is so cute. Like the perfect Asian girlfriend.' Bill described. Tim could read Bill well enough to know who actually chickened out. Mr. Foreman huffed their teen romance talk away, 'Grab a couple logs and follow me.' They did and he led them around the bow shaped part of his strange house to a sheltered part by his back door. 'Place them under that roof area. You should be able to make two rows about neck height. Any questions?' Tim's mind was flooding with all kinds but none he could ask in front of Bill. Bill on the other hand had only one, 'And this will be paid with more tiny women?' 'Woman lad, don't get greedy.' Mr. Foreman cautioned. 'But we got two for trick and treating.' Bill reasoned. 'And you keep questioning me and you'll get none. Now get to work.' the old man countered. Bill sulked but did as was requested. Soon the others joined them. Whenever he thought Mr. Foreman was out of earshot Bill noted his disapproval to Mark or Peter but still lugged the wood. Suddenly when Bill was around a corner Peter and Mark stopped and looked at Tim. He was confused when Peter asked, 'Well?' 'What?' Tim replied. 'You and Melissia. How did it go?' Mark clarified. 'What go?'' Tim was certain he knew but didn't want confusion. 'Come on. The girls made sure Aoi had Bill's attention so you two could walk home together.' Peter advised. Great, now it was a conspiracy. 'She kissed me.' He shyly slipped out. 'Cool, like tongue kiss?' Mark sounded hopeful. Before Tim could answer Bill was making a beeline towards him. He snarled, 'What do you mean you kissed my sister?' 'She kissed me. And I think now maybe I should be walking her home.' Tim shot back. Why should he be the only one without a girlfriend when a wonderful girl wants to be his girlfriend. Bill pushed him, 'You don't date your friend's sisters.' It wasn't the first time they had come to blows about something. And Tim knew he was pushing a button to likely start another dispute but he countered, 'You're only saying that because you know you don't have to obey that rule. Melissia is nice and cute and I like her that way.' 'Then don't or else!' Bill bellowed. 'Or what, you'll whine to mommy and daddy to spoil your ass more?' Tim snarled. 'Why you!' Bill growled and Tim readied for that first swing. He was surprised as Mark's arm caught Bill's. It was usual for them to let the two in a fight handle it between themselves. Fists would fly one day and they would be back together hanging out the next. Only long term disputes they ever had was when others took sides during the physical happenings. 'Let go you stupid tub of lard.' Bill snapped then realized his wording. 'Sorry, let go Mark.' was quickly corrected. 'No Bill. Listen.' Mark said firmly and calmly. 'I've taken you down before I can do it today.' Bill threatened Mark now. 'Let me ask you something.' Mark started. Bill shot a punch into Mark's face. The bigger friend took the blow and for the first time in years returned one. The gentle giant suddenly wasn't going to take hits today. Bill, with all his self-defense training couldn't counter Mark's fast and powerful jab and was sprawled onto the ground. 'Ow Mark.' was his response. 'Ready to hear me out now?' Mark growled like Tim had never heard from Mark before. It was scary yet also nice to see him defend himself. 'OK fine, what?' Bill wasn't proud of Mark's sudden backbone. 'Who would you rather date your sister. A friend you know will be nice to her or some strange guy that could treat her like who knows.' Mark suggested. 'Tim is a nice, smart, and kind. Let them see where this goes.' 'Gee, why don't you date him you love him so much.' Bill shot back. Then seeing no one laughing sighed and stood up. 'I just don't want my two worlds to become one. Family is one and my friends are another. It's just, we talk and hang out. I don't want that to suddenly include my little sister.' Bill confessed. Tim wondered how hard had Mark hit him. 'I know, but I think I really like her. I don't want you to be uncomfortable but I also want to see if she likes me back.' Tim added. 'I'm not going to want that.' Bill advised. 'It might not happen. But if it does I hope we can change your mind.' Tim cautioned. 'Fine, just don't get all lovey dovey around me.' Bill surrendered. 'I can't promise that. She's really cute.' Tim teased. 'Oh gross man, that's my sister.' he replied. The door opened and Mr. Foreman stepped out. 'You lads want some hot chocolate?' They looked at each other. It was cool out being early November. But with all their lugging and the sheltered area, that had slipped their minds. 'Sure, Thank you Mr. Foreman.' Peter answered for them. As if by magic, or possibly because of magic he was suddenly holding a tray with five mugs. They each took one and sat on his back stairs. Mr. Foreman sipped his drink then asked, 'You three have things tomorrow?' 'Yeah, taekwondo for Bill and I. Mark has band after school. Why?' Peter answered. 'Well then I think you should all skip visiting tomorrow. I will be busy Friday with old man appointments. But if you wanted to come over and help me out on Saturday I would be grateful.' The old man advised. 'Oh, sure Mr. Foreman. I'm good to do that.' Mark said. The others nodded. Tim felt a strange sensation then heard Mr. Foreman's voice, 'See you tomorrow Tim for your first lesson. Sorry no little pretty as to keep up the ruse you didn't visit.' Tim looked at the old man who just winked at him. 'Man we've moved a lot of wood.' Mark noted. 'That's what she said.' Bill added with a snicker. 'No, doesn't work.' Teased Peter. 'Yes, you boys did a great job and it's getting on to supper time. Wait here and I'll grab the sack.' Mr. Foreman advised standing up. They all sipped at the chocolate warm liquid as they all excitedly waited for him to return. A new pretty little woman was better than cash as payment. He came out and smiled knowingly. 'So, who is first?' 'Oh me please?' Bill begged. 'OK Mr. Miles.' Mr. Foreman said and opened the bag. Mark asked with concern, 'Bill you OK?' 'Yes, just concentrating.' he replied. 'Oh good, cause you look like you're trying to poop but can't.' Mark explained making them all snicker. Out came a cage. Inside was a confused busty Brunette in a school cheer uniform. They all knew her as Bill's older sister's friend, Donna. Bill's eyes went wide like he just realized something. Mr. Foreman noted with a slight laugh, 'You don't have to think so hard for that to happen, Mr. Miles.' 'OK, Mr. South, you next?' Mr. Foreman asked. 'Yes please.' Peter accepted. Mr. Miles reached in and pulled out another black beauty. Tight little shorts and a form-fitting tank top. She looked like he plucked her from a volleyball court. She was all loudly demanding to know what was happening. Peter was busy admiring her athletic dark skinned body. 'Mr. Tanner, your turn.' Mr. Foreman commanded. Reaching in he pulled another cheer decorated blonde beauty. They knew her as another of Amy's cheer friends. 'Oh lucky, you got Cyder.' Bill stated as Mark smiled at the slightly older helpless little crush worthy beauty. 'Now for you Mr. Hill.' Mr. Foreman reached. Started to pull out something then noted, 'Nope, not yet.' Then reached in and pulled, stopping, 'No, you won't work right now.' Then he tried again. Bill leaned in and said in Tim's ear, 'Think of a hottie and he'll pull her out. Like really think about her.' Tim worried. He couldn't get Melissia out of his head. Was that who he was not giving him? He had to think of someone, almost anyone else. But who? His mind went blank except for one blushing cute smile. Then Peter saved him, 'Oh, I bet he's thinking about Jenna.' Jenna, last year's cheer captain. A complete bitch but so hot. Slightly tan skin and a fit sexy body. Loved purple so much her hair was always dyed that color. Yeah, he could concentrate on that pretty. 'Yeah, this one will do.' and Tim looked up to see Jenna in that tiny cage. Her University cheer uniform was less covering then her old high school one had been. 'There you go Mr. Hill.' Mr. Foreman advised in a loud tone as Jenna was panic screaming at the giants handling her containment. 'Now, see you boys on Saturday. Mr. South, you'll really want to be here.' Mr. Foreman said as they placed their little helpless new beauties into their bags. 'Sure thing Mr. Foreman.' Bill responded. They walked down his drive each too excited at their newest living toy to talk. Tim so just wanted to run home, but felt he should walk with his friends. They looked like they wanted to bolt too. But none did. Quick goodbyes at the corner, a few walking steps. Then they all rushed home. Tim came into his house. 'Oh good your home. Drop your stuff off in your room, supper is ready.' His father advised. Tim wanted to beg to eat in his room. But decided against it. 'Yes dad.' he replied. Smiling and saying, 'Hi mom.' to her as she was setting the table. 'Hurry up, you dad made Cordon Bleu.' she advised with a smile. He nodded, 'OK.' and rushed to his room. As excited as he was for the new beauty his mind was reminding him how lucky he was. His parents were loving and healthy. Mark's poor mother was clearly lonely after she caught Mark's dad fucking his old babysitter in their driveway. Peter's mom had run off with a doctor after his father's accident and hadn't even called to check up on him. Bill's parents were together, though rumors around the other parents of strong arming by his father towards his mother were rampant. As well as distrust of him around his daughter's friends. No Tim accepted with pride, he was lucky. Speaking of, he took out the leggy purple-topped pretty from her arriving cage and placed her in with the others. He wished she stopped begging him for mercy as he moved her; he now had to think about history teacher Mr. Hatfield to not be sporting his excitement for his parents to see. It didn't help that he kept thinking of things to do to the formerly stuck up older girl. Supper was delicious. Dad could cook, well both his parents could. They praised him for helping Mr. Foreman while cautioning him he had chores around there as well. He felt proud to hear them talk him up. He didn't clarify the real reasons he was helping that old man. He helped with dishes and did a few other things around the house to make up for not doing his other chores. He left his parents snuggling on the couch while watching a movie to go to his room and do his homework, he told them. He had no homework. Some advisor had convinced the teachers at some conference last year that too much homework actually limited students' ability to learn. Tim could have kissed that advisor because now no teachers assissinged homework any more. He entered his room and the four trapped beauties in the cage cowered together. He strode up and asked, 'Anyone explained the rules to Jenna?' Jenna shot towards him then fell to her knees before him. Her sexy voice was even more appealing when she begged, 'Please don't hurt me! Please no, I'll do whatever you tell me. I'll be good, I'll be good! Please don't hurt me.' He smiled. He expected her to be more, you can't do this to me. Or even tell him he couldn’t own her and insult him. No, she was a panic-induced submissive little slut. 'Strip.' He softly commanded. She nodded as she stood and reached back at her crop style cheer top. 'Sexy.' was all he said and she looked up and nodded. Even her scared expression as dick hardening. Her hips moved like he had seen her do in many a cheer routine. She raised her arms above her head and waved her form for his enjoyment. Hands seem to roll down her arms and hook her top. Lifting it off her sport bra clad chest and tossing it aside. She then hooked her little pleated skirt with her thumbs. She rolled her hips then a little shimmy movement. She looked up and clearly read that her actions were keeping the giant boy happy. Her scared expression became a little more self-assured. She rolled that appealing body as she slipped her skirt down her long legs. The little shorts under the skirt still clung around her hot ass and delightfully shined in the light of his lamp. She was always a performer and this seemed to gain her confidence in this strange new situation. She coiled down and tugged her sneaker laces loose making appealing oh sounds as they popped. She rolled onto that wanted ass and slipped one then the other off. Seeing Tim being an appreciative audience, his newest pet seemed to start to enjoy her performance. Pointing and rolling her closest foot as she slowly slipped her sock off. Then the other was stripped playfully. Jenna rolled onto her knees and hooked thumbs into the top of her semi-shiny booty shorts and rolled that ass as she slowly stripped those sexy shorts off. She stood and pulled her arms back and bounced once. Seemingly just to tease her nice pair before presenting to him. She popped them out from under her sports bra and Tim hummed at the sight. The subjects of many a masturbation session last year were now his to inspect at his leisure. As if to add to his delight Jenna bounced them again and in a sexy submissive tone asked meekly, 'Anything else Master?' 'No, now you three hurry up and match.' he commanded. He was a little disappointed they didn't follow Jenna's example. No fear rushed their actions too much to enjoy. Tops and bottoms pulled from their own hot bodies too quickly to savor. Tim would have to have a talk to them about striping for his enjoyment. But since his dick was so stiff he figured he could do that another time. He grabbed the four tan skinned beauties and placed them on his bed. Then they got to watch as he stripped. The chorus of whimpers that came from them said they didn't enjoy him undressing either. Didn't matter, he loved hearing their helpless little sounds. He grabbed them so he could sit on his bed. He took Jenna from his hand. He had imagined her riding his dick a many times but never like this. That didn't matter, he would savor it anyways. 'Jenna, love my dick.' he commanded. She looked worried at his erection and shuttered. Attempting to purr at him she replied, 'Yes Master.' Then walked before his dick. He sighed as Jenna's body hugged his shaft. Hummed as those wanted curves rolled along his sensitive skin. Her sexy lips then kissed that skin. He felt her drag her little tongue along where he would have loved to feel her full-sized one travel. 'This good Master?' she questioned from behind his erection. 'Yes, keep that up.' he advised. 'Yes Master.' she replied in a nervous tone. He could tell she had aimed for a sexy growl, but she just couldn't muster it. While she was loving his dick he looked at the other three sexy beauties. He grabbed the Black haired one in his other hand. She rolled to face him and he pinned her shoulders down. Pinky hooked one leg and his thumb the other. He was delighted she could be spread so wide so easily. He thought why not and placed her exposed pussy in his mouth. Her sexy whimpering was intoxicating so close. Better was the gasping shocked reaction to his tongue dragging along her slit. He rolled his tip along her a few more times. Encouraged as her scared whimpers quickly became aroused moans. He liked that she had a caramel flavor to her. He pulled her away and she whined but not from fear. The twitching that caused his dick made Jenna yip in startled response. He looked at the other two. He could only try that at one at a time. But which one. He dropped the light brown haired one by his dick as he commanded, 'Join Jenna.' Nervously the more slender lovely pressed her own sexy body to his dick. He liked having his shaft sandwiched with tiny pretty women. He posed the Reddish haired one like the Black haired one. He thought it was cute how she tried to cower away from the approach of his lips despite being trapped there. Her own fear melted away and she hummed out sexy oh sounds with each slow lap of his tongue. She too had caramel flavoring to her arousal. Tim felt like some sort of ancient god. Two sexy beauties worshiped his hard dick. A hot beauty in each hand. As one moaned arousingly from his savoring of their pussy the other was gasping for breath from her session as his treat. He could do whatever he wanted to them and they couldn't stop him. Better was knowing he would be getting more as Mr. Foreman taught him the very powers that generated these living dolls. Tim moved the Black haired beauty from his lips and had an idea. He placed her against the restrained Reddish haired beauty. 'Make-out.' he commanded. They looked at him. Something about their looks told him the Black Haired plaything was more into this new entertainment than the Reddish Haired one. But hot sexy mouths pressed together. Tongues were clearly involved. As they made out he made their firm tits roll against each other. Trying hard to get their little pointing nipples to sword fight. This was fun to watch. Till another idea slipped in his mind. He pulled them apart then turned his hands and moved them against each other. Lips of a different kind glistened before their softly panting mouths. 'Make-out.' he commanded. The Redish hair one gasped in reaction to the Black haired sexy toy covering her bare slit and jamming her tongue along it. 'Well?' He asked and reluctantly the Reddish haired one placed her mouth along the Black haired one's pussy and started licking. There he held them. Both clearly gained pleasure from the other's forced service to their nether regions. Yes they were both starting to like getting their pussies licked by their hot friend. Tim could feel his own breath rushing at the sight. He wanted to stroke his shaft but his hands were full. He was grateful that Jenna and the light Brown haired beauty were working his dick. To his surprise it was the Black Haired one that climaxed first. Seems her forced lover was named Josie as that was the name the curvy toy moaned as she attempted to arch backward in his palm. Once she recovered she drove her mouth tight along that Josie and suckled a name out of her friend, Karla. Well now I don't have to ask for their names Tim reasoned as he let the Josie one finish celebrating her sexual release. Then dropped their panting forms on either side of his stiff shaft. 'Now, service my dick.' They crawled over. Likely more of a sexy show then they realized. Then using his erection climbed to a standing position. Clearly tired they were still soon grinding to his penis while wet mouths serviced. Too much had been seen by Tim's young teen mind. Hands wrapped the quartette and started stroking. 'Yes! Yes!' he grunted as his mind cheered on about using four helpless sexiest women ever to pleasure his dick. All four had lust worthy bodies he would have done just about anything for. Now the four were his to enjoy, to use, to own like an ancient god. He was about to peak and his mind gave an easy suggestion. He shifted Jenna up. That cock teasing older girl would fulfill another fantasy. She was gasping from his power over her tiny body. Gasping through sexy o-shaped lips. She struggled as his finger pressed those lips to kiss over his tip hole. She really bucked in his grip as air was replaced in her little mouth with his thick cum. He rolled onto his knees so the overflowing white fluid covered her face with his bursts that oozed down to paint her wonderful tits. Tim had imagined cumming on her face or tits a few self pleasure sessions. Now he didn't have to imagine or only choose one target. He weakly walked over to the cage still holding the beauties in place. He popped the cage open and placed them back inside and closed the door. As he walked over to get a tissue to wipe his release from himself he heard one of the pets comforting Jenna between hard gagging coughs, 'Yes, try to get it out. Once you can walk we'll lead you to the showers. That's good, try to calm down some, that will help.' He dressed for bed and freshened up. It was getting late for a school night. Had he really just allowed so much time to flow by while he enjoyed his pretty pets. He liked being their new god. He laid in bed expecting the faint showering noses to keep him awake. Instead he was lulled to sleep. |
1693010810 | MrForeman13 | Mark awoke to his mother softly shaking him as she had since he was very little. 'Morning my little man.' she softly greeted him. 'Morning mom.' he sighed. 'Breakfast will be ready shortly. You have time to take care of your morning issues.' he hated when she said things like that. But she did it out of love so he didn't let the annoyance linger. Before he could give her the usual response she pulled her hand out from behind her back. 'Here, these two should help with that.' And she dropped Mrs. Bell and the shapely reward from the day before. They were both completely naked. 'Now remember to clean them both before you put them away.' She cautioned. 'Isn't there showers in their new cage?' Mark reasoned. 'Look, I don't want to see your after mass, just rinse them so your poor caring mother doesn't have to see that.' she teased as she kissed his forehead. 'OK mom,' he noted. Once she left the two toy sized amazing blondes cowered before him. They knew what type of things his mind was coming up with. But he was starving and the sooner he finished one pleasure the sooner he could start a different kind of satisfaction. His bottoms were just pushed off his dick and it sprung to attention. His large hand easily overpowered both gorgeous blonde pleasure toys. Mrs. Bell didn't even try to resist knowing her daughter could be her partner if she did. The other beauty did and it was a rush proving that pointless. His hands started and firm curves delighted his sensitive skin. Both of the women grunted and whimpered in a way his mind greedily twisted to appealing reactions. He didn't know if she meant to or not, but Mrs. Bell adding his name among her arousing sounds really helped him along. “Gentle please Mark.” and “Mark that’s hard.” just had a great appeal. He gave her a session off and cupped the unknown woman to his dick. Not as personal but still a very appealing body to watch his cum spatter over. He tugged his bottoms up and took them to the washroom to rinse them. Doing his own business while they cleansed themselves. Then to their cage tank combo so he could dress and such for school. He arrived at the dining room table for the usual breakfast. He often teased his mother that those complete breakfasts shown in cereal commercials wasn't a challenge. Today he was too hungry to do that and just announced, 'Thanks mom.' as she smiled at him from her half a grapefruit. 'So, what is your plans today?' she asked scooping a bite from the bitter fruit. 'Well, I'm going to walk Peyton to school. Actually we kind of planned to pair off her friends with my friends.' he started. 'Really, are you sure that's a good idea.' she cautioned. 'Actually yes. I know Tim, Bill, and Peter like her friends Melissia, Aoi, and Felicity. And she let slip they liked them back. It's really just them being shy from keeping our two groups from talking. Well that and Bill will likely fuss about Tim and Melissia.' Mark answered. 'Why does Bill like her too?' she inquired. Mark snickered, 'No mom, she's his sister. Honestly seeing them interact sometimes I don't think they even like being that.' 'So, won't that cause tension between Tim and Bill?' She was clearly worried. Mark nodded, 'At first. But I think once he realizes it's not really his business he'll back off. The harder part will be convincing Tim to break Bill's silly no dating my sisters rule. But I know he really likes her even if he hasn't realized that yet.' She pinched his cheek, 'Oh aren't you a little matchmaker. Always so concerned about your friends.' 'I get my caring nature from you.' he praised her. 'Oh you. I just have the best son on the planet is all. Always making me happy to be his mother.' she praised back. Mark took a deep breath. Not the best segue but he had to bring this up while he had the nerve. 'Speaking of you being happy. You know if you want to you can borrow the little ladies in the cage for your own personal needs. Just the same rule of, I don't want to see.' 'Oh honey, that's sweet but I couldn't.' She lied. He knew she was trying to protect him. He decided instead of challenging the lie he would offer another solution, 'OK, but if you want too feel free to take them to your room. I would hate to wake up and find you mid-service on the couch.' 'Oh honey did you?'' She looked devastated. He eased her mind a little when he now avoided answering by suggesting, 'Worry about that happening, yes, Sorry I know I shouldn't.' She huffed her I'm a bad mother huff and hugged his shoulders. 'OK, if I feel the need, I'll take a couple into my room and return them rinsed off.' 'You're the best mother in the world.' he praised, hoping to cheer her up. 'Oh you. Stop trying to butter me up.' she replied with a smile but Mark could see she was still upset at her actions. 'Sure, you make me a huge breakfast. Let me keep tiny women as pets. Buy me cages and things to keep them in. How many other mothers would do that for their sons.' he pointed out. 'Most wouldn't and technically neither should I. But I rather you were honest with me then sneak them into your room for me to find under your bed like old magazines.' she confessed. 'Mom,' he started, 'There is this new thing called the internet. Boys don't keep old magazines under their bed anymore.' he teased. 'Smart butt. You get that from me too.' she laughed. He finished breakfast and despite his mother's requests helped her clean up afterward. He could see she liked this misbehavior. 'Afterschool I'm going to walk Peyton home then go help Mr. Foreman again today.' 'Oh, spending a lot of time with this girl. When will I get to meet her and not like her cause she's not good enough for my Mark.' his mother playfully requested. 'Soon maybe. We just started really talking. I'm not sure what she would be ready for yet.' Mark confided. His mother nodded, 'Fine, but I better meet her before the wedding.' 'Mom, don't be a goof.' he shot back. 'Oh, and you better use those tiny women on your urges cause if this Peyton ends up pregnant I'll end you.' she threatened. 'Yes mother.' he replied knowing that wasn't her joking. He gathered his stuff and was about to leave when his mother grabbed him for a hug good-bye, 'Have a good day sweetie.' she said then kissed his forehead, 'Oh, and bring another little blonde plaything back from Mr. Foreman's' 'Oh I hope so. Hope you have a good day too.' he replied and left towards Peyton's. He arrived before the Bell home. He didn't know what to do. Should he ring the bell or wait here like a stalker. As he was snickering at the idea of ringing the Bell bell Peyton came out. 'Mark, come here.' she waved him forward. 'What is it?' he asked as he got close. 'Dad wants to thank you for walking me safely to and from school.' she advised with a broad pretty smile. Mark was nervous. Mrs. Bell was like a supermodel. What could her husband look like? Mark was expecting a tall muscle bound square jawed tower of a man to come out and knock him silly for daring to come near his little girl. What came out wasn't that. A short thin nervous little man in thick rimmed glasses. He stepped before Mark and looked slightly up at him. 'So your the nice young man keeping my starshine safe, hello I'm Lenard.' And he held his arm out at him. 'Hello Mr. Bell, I'm Mark.' Mark replied wondering how this nerd of a man landed that blonde amazon of a woman. 'Oh, very polite. Your parents taught you well.' he praised. Mark couldn't leave it unclear, 'My mom taught me. My father is a jerk in jail.' 'Oh, huh. Oh Tanner right. Sorry.' the man started. 'Not your doing Mr. Bell, he did that to himself. Mom has taught me to be a much better person.' Mark explained. 'Well according to Peyton she's done a great job. Maybe we could have you two over for supper some night.' Mr. Bell offered. 'Maybe. We need to get to school.' Mark said not wanting to make plans for his mother. 'Yes, very good. Stay safe you two. Keep your eyes peeled for dangers.' Mr. Bell requested. They started towards school. When out of earshot of the short man Peyton mentioned, 'Since mom disappeared he's been so worried about me. Spoiling me even. I think he's worried mom ran off and I'll be next. So, if you could it would be nice if he got to meet your mom and know you two aren't about to steal me away.' Mark felt bad. He had in a way literally stolen that man's wife away and now he was trying to date his daughter. 'I'll see. Mom does want to meet you too.' he responded. 'Oh really, great.' She sounded chipper. Soft pillowy lips pressed his cheek. 'All my daddies focus and now a sweet boy is keeping me safe. I hate to admit it but mommy disappearing has been strangely rewarding. Though I would give daddies attention up to get her back.' 'And me walking you?' Mark worried. Those pillowy lips tasted of strawberries. Her tongue asked to enter and his mouth complied. She stood looking up at him with a worried look. 'Oh, I want to be a little greedy if that's OK with you?' Mark nodded, feeling her curvy dance tone body along his larger chubby form. His heart thudded in his brain and he worried she would feel his other reaction soon. 'OK.' he managed to get out. 'Good,' she said, stepping away with a smile. She grabbed his hand in hers and he was walking on clouds. As they arrived to find their planned pairing already dividing up. They smiled at each other, this was going just as they hoped. Even the planned for Bill temper tantrum was right on time. Tim even gave Melissia his coat when she just mentioned being a bit cold. Yes this might work out better then they even hoped. School day went as they had guessed. Bill messed up the lunch plans for the two groups. Using Aoi's submissive nature to do it. Peter got mad despite barely being able to talk to Felicity. Tim agreed to not date Melissia even though he now couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Melissia, never wanting her big brother to win, ambushed Tim before the first afternoon class and made it hard to keep his promise. Aoi's hero worship crush on Bill fed his ego and he was enthralled to walk her home so he could dishonestly brag to the demure Asian beauty. Peter’s nervousness and Felicity's shyness would be the biggest stumbling block. But they decided to quietly follow behind Tim and Melissia. They were so caught up in their own budding romance to even notice Mark and Peyton walking a half a block behind them. 'I think they'll kiss.' Peyton whispered at him. 'I don't know. Tim might still be a little reluctant due to the promise to Bill.' Mark advised. 'No, Melissia is too herself to let her brother control her. And she's been crushing on Tim since we played with Barbies.' Peyton divulged. 'Oh really. Who, ahh, who did you crush on then?' Mark worried. She tapped her shoulder into his. Then teased, 'Nick Jonas of course.' 'Right, makes sense.' he accepted, ignoring the clear teasing tone. 'You're so cute when you worry. I like that.' She cooed and he liked that. 'Oh, we should wait here.' They watched as their pairing talked. Peyton pointed out Mrs. Miles peeking and smiling happily at the young couple. Mark pointed out their aged old lady also watching the teen couple and they giggled. Then both had to cover their mouths as Melissia pressed her lips to Tim's. Neither looked ready for more than a peck kiss, though that seemed to make them both blush bright enough they could see it from their hiding spot. Melissia went inside and Tim stood there looking a bit dazed. Then slowly started walking peeking towards the house. A peeking Melissia caused him to blush again. 'Perfect. Now your turn.' Peyton advised. 'I don't know. We usually stay out of each other's fighting.' Mark whimpered. 'Look you know Bill and you said unless really confronted he'll not let this go. And you said Tim will back down after they come to blows. If you don't, this won't work.' she explained. 'But what if I hurt him? Or he hurt me?' Mark worried. He hadn't hit anyone since he was eight and broke a kid's nose. 'You won't. Please for me, be brave? If you do, I'll owe you.” She encouraged him. 'OK, fine. But only if it comes up.' Mark replied hoping it didn't come up. Oh he was in heaven as she kissed him. Her smaller frame felt amazing against him. She giggled cutely then said, 'OK, only if it comes up my big brave Mark.' 'So, I should finish walking you home. If I arrive too far behind everyone else they might suspect something.' Mark reasoned. Peyton seemed to take this to mean something else, 'Yeah, I don't want them thinking we're doing stuff. Let's go.' 'So, what do you think is happening with the others?' Mark asked. 'Felicity and Peter are easy. They'll nervously ramble due to their combined shyness and will separate with some awkward gesture.' Peyton said with amusement. 'Bill will take advantage of Aoi's submissiveness and stick his tongue in her mouth.' Mark wondered if that was a good pairing now that he was thinking about it. Peyton added, 'If he does she'll likely be on cloud nine.' 'You sure that Aoi and Bill are a good pair.' Mark continued to worry. Peyton had a knowing look as she noted, 'Better Aoi get an overbearing relationship out of her system now before she's ready to do things with a boy.' 'You know Bill is my friend.' Mark felt the need to defend Bill. 'The same friend you're having second thoughts about setting up with a girl you've barely talked to.' she reasoned. 'Suppose, but I've barely talked to you.' he slipped out not thinking. She hugged his arm, 'Well, I'm glad we're fixing that problem now.' Mark loved how she felt just being close to him. 'Well you are nice to talk to.' he praised, smiling down at her. 'I feel so safe talking with you.' She smiled up as she praised back. Mark cursed his mouth as it released a wonder before he thought if he should, 'You seem to be adjusting fast to your mother's disappearance.' 'Yeah, I noticed that too. I think it's because you're here looking after me. My big tall protector.' She sighed then added, 'It's strange. I'm worried for her, I miss her yet I don't feel like she's far. Like I know she's safe whatever has happened to her. Like something tells me I'll see her again soon.' 'Huh, strange. I hope you do.' Mark lied. If she learned he had her mother as a tiny sex slave she would leave him he was certain. He suddenly felt guilty. He was using Peyton to get Mrs. Bell to be an obedient plaything and using Mrs. Bell's disappearance to get to hang out with Peyton. He was a monster in his own mind. 'Here I am.' Peyton noted bringing him out of his self loathing. She looked at him and asked, 'What's wrong?' 'Oh, I'm just worried I'm taking advantage of your mother being missing to get to be with you.' he confessed, mostly. 'If you are, please continue. You are the silver lining to that storm cloud.' she softly stated, hugging him tight. 'OK, only if you're OK with it.' he surrendered. 'Does this answer your question?' she asked and he was again deeply kissed by the short shapely beauty. He suddenly didn't care that he was a monster. He was a happy monster with a hot girlfriend. 'Well I better get inside so you can help that poor old man. Remember, if it comes up.' 'I'll act,' he promised. She squeezed close, 'Hmmm, than I'll have to reward my hero.' Then she noted a surprised 'OH,' then stepped back looking down. Mark felt his cheeks warm into an embarrassed blush. Peyton smiled up at him, her voice carried an appealing tone he didn't recognize, 'You are a big boy. It's OK, I like I do that to you.' 'I'm sorry, I'm not used to girls being close that long. Especially really pretty ones like you.' he pleaded. 'Really Pretty, really you think I'm that pretty?' she cooed in a hopeful tone. 'Yes,' he whimpered. She kissed him again. 'Than I really don't mind.' she said in what sounded like a purr. 'See you tomorrow my really big protector.' and she walked towards her house. Mark worried she hurt herself as her hips seemed out of her regular rhythm. He pulled out his shirt in the hopes it hid most of his uncontrolled reaction as he walked to Mr. Foreman's. He arrived at the gate just as Peter arrived. Peter smiled, 'That good huh?' 'What, I thought it relaxed.' Mark looked at his crotch. 'You always tuck your shirts in. Even when you wear shorts. I reasoned the only reason it wasn't tucked now was to conceal and your reaction tells me I was right.' Peter advised. As they started up the path Mark asked while tucking his shirt in, 'How about you and Felicity?' 'I don't think she likes me. I was so uncontrollably nervous I shook her hand then just walked away.' Peter whimpered. 'Oh I'm sure it'll be OK.' Mark offered. 'What girl wants a boy to shake their hand and walk away. I'm such a loser, I'm going to die alone.' Peter whined more. 'Naaa, you won't die alone. You'll likely be in a hospital attached to machines.' Mark teased. 'You've been a jerk since you started dating.' Peter shot back jokingly. 'Speaking of, did you see Tim and Melissa sneak off after school to walk home?' Mark wondered why he was lighting this fuse. If he hadn't said anything Peter wouldn't get curious and ask. And when he did that would risk things coming to a head and him needing to fulfill his promise to Peyton. 'Really? Cool. Don't say anything while Bill is around.' Peter advised. 'No, no way.' Mark agreed. Little over an hour later and Peter had to ask Tim about it. While Bill was around. Now Bill and Tim were snarling like rabid dogs at each other. They were going to start fighting any second. Mark couldn’t interfere, he couldn't take the chance of hurting his friend. Then Peyton's voice all sexy reminded, I'd owe you. Mark caught Bill's arm. Bill socked him in his face and used that l-word like the bullies at school. Mark let it go as he always did. No Peyton was counting on him and that fueled his arm's speed. Bill attempted to stop it but Peyton would be so proud of him. Besides this was for Bill's and Tim's betterment. Mark watched as time slowed to a crawl and Bill was lifted off his feet. Oh god oh god he killed his friend with one girl encouraging punch. Mark felt so much better when Bill looked up at him from the ground and noted more with shock then pain, 'Ow Mark.' Lines, they had planned his lines, 'Ready to hear me out now?' Mark growled. He could see even Tim and Peter react. Good he sounded mean. 'OK fine, what?' Bill sounded worried. Now to really hit Bill Mark thought then said. 'Who would you rather date your sister? A friend you know will be nice to her or some strange guy that could treat her like who knows what.' Mark suggested. 'Tim is a nice, smart, and kind. Let them see where this goes.' 'Gee, why don't you date him you love him so much.' Bill responded in an attempt to deflect. Seeing that didn't work he stood and explained, 'I just don't want my two worlds to become one. Family is one and my friends are another. It's just, we talk and hang out. I don't want that to suddenly include my little sister.' Tim, clearly understanding his friend's discomfort said, 'I know, but I think I really like her. I don't want you to be uncomfortable but I also want to see if she likes me back.' 'I'm not going to want that.' Bill advised. 'It might not happen. But if it does, I hope we can change your mind.' Tim countered. 'Fine, just don't get all lovey dovey around me.' Bill surrendered. 'I can't promise that. She's really cute.' Tim teased. 'Oh gross man, that's my sister,' Bill replied. Then the door opened and Mr. Foreman stepped out. Like he was attempting to settle things asked, 'You lads want some hot chocolate?' 'Sure, Thank you Mr. Foreman.' was the response provided by Peter. Mark was glad that was over. His body was trembling. He liked not being the punching bag. He sipped his drink and he was reminded that was his job now, not being the punching bag. He was to help Tim, protect him from things. If he was to do that he needed to stand up more for himself. He listened as they discussed not coming over the next couple days. Fine, he would get to spend more time with Peyton. He looked at their handy work and said, 'Man, we've moved a lot of wood.' tumbled out. 'That's what she said.' Bill joked badly. 'No, doesn't work.' Peter coldly advised. 'Yes, you boys did a great job and it's getting on to supper time. Wait here and I'll grab the sack.' Mr. Foreman said standing up. They all sipped at the chocolate warm liquid as they all excitedly waited for him to return. Mark wondered what type of blonde beauty he would receive. He came out and smiled knowingly. 'So, who is first?' 'Oh me please?' Bill snapped out first. 'OK Mr. Miles.' Mr. Foreman said and opened the bag. Bill looked like he was having body troubles. Mark worried, 'Bill you OK?' 'Yes, just concentrating,' he replied. 'Oh good, cause you look like you're trying to poop but can't.' Mark explained making them all snicker. Out came a cage. Inside was a confused busty Brunette in a school cheer uniform. It was Donna from the cheer team, one of Amy's friends. Why was Bill getting a collection of his older sister's friends? Mr. Foreman advised while laughing, 'You don't have to think so hard for that to happen Mr. Miles.' 'OK, Mr. South, you next?' Mr. Foreman asked. 'Yes please.' Peter accepted. Mr. Miles reached in and pulled out another black beauty. Tight little shorts and a form fitting tank top. She looked like he plucked her from a volleyball court. She was all loudly demanding to know what was happening. Peter was busy admiring her athletic dark skinned body. 'Mr. Tanner, your turn.' Mr. Foreman commanded. As he did all Mark could think of was about the other cheerleaders from school. Mainly a certain platinum beauty friend of Bill's older sister. As the cage emerged there she was in her own cheer decorated outfit. Now he understood Mr. Foreman's statement to Bill. He was working on collecting his sister's friends. Was that why he was so upset about Peyton being off limits? 'Oh lucky, you got Cyder.' Bill stated as Mark received the cheerleader. She was a very lovely addition, though he would worry each time it was Bill's turn that Peyton would be coming out of that bag. 'Now for you Mr. Hill.' Mr. Foreman reached. Started to pull out something then noted, 'Nope, not yet.' Then reached in and pulled, stopping, 'No, you won't work right now.' Mark realized Tim was fixating on the girl that suddenly grabbed his interest. Lucky Mr. Foreman knew better than to pull her from the bag. Bill advised 'Think of a hottie and he'll pull her out. Like really think about her.' And Mark could see the scared worry in Tim's eyes. Like a last minute hero Peter suggested, 'Oh, I bet he's thinking about Jenna.' And an accepting eager glow came to Tim's eyes. Sure enough the former head cheerleader was pulled out wearing her new University cheer uniform. Mark sighed in relief. Now he could focus on his newest toy. Soon they were leaving that magic man and on their way home. Mark was aroused at being able to access the attractive older girl's body. Yet also hopeful his mother would like his newest pet. They parted and Mark found himself rushing the rest of the way home. His mother greeted him, 'Hello honey, how was your day?' 'Good mom yours?' He responded by placing his bag down. As he opened it she answered, 'Good, no problems here.' He could see her staining to see his latest addition. 'Want to see what Mr. Foreman gave me?' he asked knowingly. 'Don't tease your mother. Let's see her.' she noted stepping over. He lifted the cage and handed it to her. Cyder started to beg for help then seeing the look in his mother's eyes stopped and cowered. 'Pretty, nice body. Really nice legs. Young though. Reminds me of that, oh never mind.' 'Reminds you of?' Mark wondered. 'Don't fret about it. She'll make you a fine plaything.' she said, handing Cyder back. 'I learned if I really think about a girl it's likely that girl would come out. So, if there was someone you'd like I could try thinking about her when Mr. Foreman pulls my reward out.' he advised. 'Oh really?' His mother looked at him. Mark could tell she was thinking then sighed, 'No I think.' Then she started setting the table suggesting, 'You boys shouldn't think about too many girls or teachers from school. Too many disappear and there could be a real panic.' 'OK Mom, I'll tell that to the guys.' Mark agreed. 'Good good. After supper I'm going to go buy material to make outfits for you ladies. Won't be as fun but cheaper than that interesting store. You want to come with.' she asked. 'Well,' he said looking at Cyder. 'You have other plans, I understand.' she answered for him. 'If you really want me too.' he offered. 'No, you'll likely be up late if you do.' she said. 'I'll do dishes so you can go right after supper.' he advised. She looked about to counter when he noted firmly, 'I'll do the dishes, you are making my tiny ladies outfits for me to play with.' 'Fine, when did you get so stern?' she teased. 'Peyton likes me standing up for myself.' he advised. His mother gave a sad smile then praised, 'I think I'll like this Peyton girl if she's having this effect on you.' 'I hope so.' Mark said his cheeks were getting warm. After supper his mother left to collect materials to make the tiny women some doll clothes to peel off them. Mark put away the little bit of leftovers then washed up the supper dishes. Finished he walked over to the tank. He was ready to enjoy his living rewards. It was adorable how Mrs. Bell and the other woman were guarding Cyder. Like their shapely little bodies could keep him from playing with any of them. The best part was they were all dressed like cheerleaders for some reason. Mrs. Bell's sweet voice begged him, 'Mark no, you can't do these things to Cyder.' 'Oh should I take her back and trade her in for Peyton.' he threatened. An empty one now that Peyton seemed to be his girlfriend now somehow. He was amused at how the former teacher looked at her former pig-tailed student and cringed. Mark like she was clearly willing to sacrifice another girl to keep her daughter safe. She did still try, 'It wrong and you know it.' 'Oh but it's going to feel so right.' he tainted as his hands pressed the four pretty blondes together and lifted them easily. Eight shapely little legs kicking in the air helplessly under those teasingly short pleated skirts. He managed to switch so their tiny sexy bodies were pressed to his chest so he'd have a free hand to open his bedroom door. He placed his blonde playthings on his bed. Pointing to his first three, 'You three strip down to your skirts, just your skirts.' Turning to his newest reward he loved how that popular girl cowered before him, 'Not you Cyder, I want to take them off you myself.' He rose and started to take his own clothes off. He didn't know what Cyder was being so whiney about. Everyone had heard how the cheerleaders were basically the football jerks harem. Some of them had likely taken her clothes off her before. Maybe because he wasn't a popular boy at school. Just the fat guy they picked on. He grabbed the lot again and laid on his bed. Placing them on his stomach. He huffed, Mrs. Bell and the older unknown girl had stripped properly. But the unknown woman was still fully dressed. 'Why didn't you do as you were told?' He grumbled. 'This is wrong.' she started. His hand grabbed her before she blathered on. He was horny and she was slowing down his fun. He bent her over his hard dick and pinned her there with a couple fingers. All her wiggling did was feel good. He flipped her skirt up and pulled her little frilly panty-shorts off her round tone ass. Now that it was bare he savored it's firmness with the back of his finger. She didn't like his gentle attention. He pulled his finger back and flicked her exposed cheek hard. This was a punishment he would remember for how good it felt when they jumped and sounded as they yelped. He flicked the tiny woman's ass again. And he was rewarded by her body squirming along the top of his dick. 'Can you stop me?' he teased. 'Please don't that hurts.' she whimpered. He marveled at how red her little ass was getting from just a few spankings. He gave her an option, 'Will you do as your told?' 'Yes, please no more.' She picked the right choice for herself. He let her go and she started taking off her top. Oh what great boobs she had to admire. He grabbed the panicked looking Cyder and commanded the other three, 'Easy night for you three, love my hard dick while I look over my newest toy.' He hummed happily as those hot women hugged around his penis. Tits that were once huge mounds were now firm buds along his dick skin. He liked how their very short skirts waved and bounced on their naked round asses. He now turned to the fun in his hand. He didn't mind that she had likely seen most of those asshole’s dicks already. Now she was his and all her experience would be used to make so-called Tubby Tanner feel good. 'Mark, please don't hurt me.' she pleaded. He was surprised she even knew his name. 'Be the good little slut everyone knows you are and you'll make a good pet.' he advised as he pinched her top. 'No please, no.' she ranted as her little arms failed to keep her top on. 'Oh stop fussing, how many times has this happened already. Jacob, Rogers, even that idiot Bruce told of how fun you are at parties.' Mark teased. 'I don't know what you're talking about.' she lied as he hooked her elastic bra. 'Liar, basically the whole team brag about having their turn with you when they're not being assholes to guys like me.' he reminded what she had to already know. There they were, sure not as big as say Helen's, Donna's or Gabriel's. But still a plump size on her slight body. She was about to say something when he kissed them both into his mouth. How many of the football team heard those gasps as they suckled only one at a time. Idiots probably in too much of a hurry to get in and done to savor this hot body. He pulled those sweet bubbles from his mouth and flipped her in his palm. Coiling his fingers around her so her legs dangled and her pig-tailed head could flip about in her pointless panic. 'What are you going to do?' she had such a great sounding scared voice. 'First your sneakers.' was his response. He hooked his middle finger around an ankle and pinched the lace on the tiny pink sneaker. He expected her to kick at his hand with the free leg. No, that lovely limb was bent at the knee and pulled away almost like she was trying to be helpful. He wiggled his finger at her soak clad foot and she actually giggled. It sounded weird, mixed with duress. But it was still cute. He let that bare foot go and grabbed the other one. Still no kicking. Good, she was smart. Likely from all the other guys using her already. 'Please Mark, don't hurt me. I don't know what those guys have said but I'm not ready for this.' she babbled on. He wondered if she enjoyed seeing his giant dick twitching as she spoke all begging like. He flipped up her skirt. Longer than the other toy's pleated covering. Likely because it was a real cheer skirt and not a plaything’s skirt. She didn't have a frilly panty-shorts thing. No, it was like a spandex-like version shaded to match her uniform. As he stroked his thumb along her experienced pussy her hips popped in an appealing way. 'No Mark, no please Mark.' she rambled out as her trapped hips attempted to avoid losing those little tight shorts. Did she know that turned him on more? He pulled those guarding shorts down her pale shapely legs to find she had panties under those. Mark shrugged and pulled at them. A little disappointed to find she was dry along her womanhood. Aroused girls he heard would be wet and she wasn't. He sighed, even now since he wasn't a jock she wasn't interested. Well he had a solution thanks to that magic store. A bottle with a nuzzle, popped it and placed the applicator at that tight slit. 'OHHHH!' She gasped as he added the gel from the bottle. He took it back and her hot little thighs pressed together, her knees bent and pointed her feet out in two different directions. 'That's cold.' she whined. Then asked, 'What is that?' 'Oh you must be used to lube.' he advised as he started prying those nice legs apart. 'No Mark, No Mark, please.' she pleaded. 'You wouldn't be saying that if I was Jacob huh? But you can't put out for a loser like Tubby Tanner. Not even a hi in the hallway.' he reminded this Cheer tramp. His pinky finger pressed at her well traveled pussy and she rambled on about not being ready. 'Sure you are, I've well lubed you dick hole.' he taunted. It was surprisingly tight on his finger tip as he pushed in. The lube made that possible. Then he felt a little something. Like a pop or snap of a string inside her and she gave a slight bark of discomfort. But as he worked his finger more he couldn't find that again so it must have been just a strange sensation. He savored fingering the former cheer tramp. Her tight pussy hid her slutty habits well. She grunted and gasped as he pumped her. Making her head bob and her platinum blonde pig-tails wave. He quickened his pace and she made more appealing gasping sounds. Sure she clearly wasn't into it, but that didn't stop him from enjoying her like so many others did. He opened his holding hand and flipped that blonde hottie face up. She looked at him all poor little popular girl-like as he fingered her more. Her nice boobs danced somewhat wildly to his rhythm. He pressed fingers over them and rolled them with just his finger tips. It was so hot. His penis was begging to experience Cyder's cheer body despite the attentions of the three gorgeous dick huggers already there. He pulled his pinky free and Cyder seemed to like that. Then she saw what was next and she was back to that sexy please no pleading. Mark wrapped her to his tip. Rubbing her at his top while the three others served him below that. Oh she felt so good. Her bright pig-tails bouncing about as he did quick short strokes. Her mounds rubbed him just right. Her silky skinned legs felt amazing wrapped around his girth. Soon he forced the former cheer delight over the end and let his cum drench her. From what he heard she liked that. Though likely not to the scale she was receiving tonight. He loved how it was hard to tell his spunk from her milk pale skin. He snuck out and rinsed them in the sink. Let them deal with the wet skirt. Cyder was crying, was being with a non-jock really that bad he sighed shaking his head. As he cleaned up he noticed a bit of blood on his pinky. It wasn't cut, so he figured Cyder must have been starting her period. Did he have to worry about that he wondered as he snuck out and placed the damp living dolls in their tank. He got back to his room just as his mom got home. He celebrated his great timing. He didn't want to be naked before his mother now that he was older. He changed to PJs and came out to drop the removed clothes into the tank. Mrs. Bell was hugging Cyder, hopefully giving her the lowdown on what was expected of her now. 'Wow mom, that's a lot.' he noted. 'Yeah, you know it's been so long since I played seamstress. Guess I got a little over excited.' she snickered. Looking at him, 'Help me sort?' 'Sure mom.' he sat with her. 'I found newer doll outfits at the craft store. Hope you like them.' she noted handing him the bag they were in. Modern Superheroine outfits to simple career outfits like nurses and policewoman. Sure they were not the sexy style like at that strange store. But his mother looked happy to make them so he didn't mind. They spent the next hour or so going through all she had bought. He left her to finish, it was late on a school night and he was tired after today. Sleep came easy. |
1693010813 | MrForeman14 | Crystal sighed after her sweet boy had left. She felt awful that he had clearly seen her indulging last night after she had thought he was sleeping. She stood up and walked over to the tank. It wasn't her fault, those little golden haired model shaped creatures had been too tempting to try for herself. It was again the fault of blonde lovelies that was causing her family issues. Well, Crystal was smart enough to know it was her own laziness that was the problem. If she had just lugged them to her bedroom poor Mark wouldn't of had to seen her in some state of sexual pleasuring. A thing a boy should never have to see. But blaming the little blonde beauties felt better. Made her aroused. Yes, a great excuse to dominate them again. She looked at the time. She had time and her womanhood was already drooling in anticipation. She liked how those lovely little women cowered as she stood over them. Once they would have likely had power over her short dumpy shape. Making men around them pant like happy puppies while they ignore Crystal. Mrs. Bell and the other unknown woman would feel good strapped to her new toy. But Crystal didn't just want their busty sensations, she wanted revenge per proxy. That left that college aged unknown blonde. Intern aged Mr. Holmes would often smile and lighten their workload while she had to remind him sometimes she couldn't do three peoples jobs for them. She reached in and grabbed the youngest of the three caged plaything. It yelped and begged. Sweet voice so young and helpless. All Crystal did in reply was shutter out a sigh and hum happily. Foolish little thing thought to dress in some sporty shorts and crop styled top. Her ex-husband would have liked that on them but her Mark deserved more appealing clothes to take them out of. But that was a matter for after she was done with them. Little hands grabbed at her fingers in a failed attempt to keep that top on. It was banded in a way to also act as the pretties’ bra. Covenant Crystal thought as those firm tits jiggled and stood even free of their holder. Stupid fit girl with her perky tits that didn't sag like wet flour in shopping bags once out of a bra. Why couldn't her breasts perk up like this pretty temptress' ones did, Crystal pouted. The tight shorts showed off it's toned little ass. Another perky feature. Why were there so many blondes like this in the world? Round in the right areas and flat in others. Men would have loved to own this college aged doll. Now she was Mark's toy. Mark was always good at sharing his toys with mommy. No panties, of course, ease a man's access like the little golden haired tramp she was. Crystal opened a nearby drawer. Her book drawer, there sat her latest romance distraction. Mark knew that would be in that drawer and would therefore ignore that one. What he wouldn't have thought would be in there was Crystal's new toy. She spotted it at that lovely store and that sweet Ms. Gale slipped it in with her order. That was a woman that could understand Crystal's annoyance with these brightly topped figures. The older woman had a thicker figure, likely enjoyed a cookie or two. Still even her plump ass looked more man appealing then Crystal felt her back end did. The pretty thing squirmed as Crystal pushed it's legs apart. Ankles towards the little rubbery straps along the edges. Once she latched the first one it slipped under the casing almost like magic. Mrs. Bell's long toned legs felt great along the sides last night, Crystal hoped this man stealer's limbs would stimulate similarity. They looked marvelous all restrained around the rounded surface. Gah, what didn't look good on these action figure sluts. Arms next, pulled back to push those perky mounds out. Mrs. Bell's really hit last night well inside. Time to test the youngest bubble blonde. Strapped back, the smooth casing almost looked like it melted and reformed over the blonde's forearms and hand more than just shifted its polished plastic panels. Crystal held it at face level. This one had seen what happened to that student distracting teacher last night. Crystal was glad she hadn't showered yet, what a waste to have had fresh panties on at this point. She pulled out a throw blanket from the closet while the thin blonde plaything begged her for its freedom. She grabbed both the older women and still the golden maned temptress sang her appealing song. Crystal sat upon the blanket on the couch, making more laundry later she snickered, not taking her eyes off the restrained delight. Sweatpants slid down so easy despite her stretching them on. Crystal parted her thighs and teasingly she rubbed the tip of her toy at her clitoris. The designers needed a raise; it felt just like a well formed cock teasing her. She remembered her first boyfriend used to like rubbing his just like that. Oh why had she left Clyde she thought. Oh right, he left her for her ex-friend Irene. God, another fit blonde ruining her life. She raised the wonderful new toy and the restrained blonde's locks were slightly damp from Crystal's juices. It begged and begged so wonderfully. Then Crystal flipped the switch and her toy began to vibrate. The toy's function stopped the begging as its rider trembled with the machine. She lowered it back between her thighs. Pressing the firm trembling mounds now to her excited clitoris. Her eyes rolled back as the shimmering miniature tits sandwiched her spot and massaged it in their perky embrace. Crystal made little circles so as not to lose that wonderful smooth skinned pinch. She pressed the lower body along her dripping pussy. Why use up the lube she bought for Mark to use when this would generate a flood of her natural juices for her to use. Teasing herself she hotdogged the phallic shaped toy along herself. Glad she bought the slightly larger one. Soon she would have to try its two rider option. Besides this got that pretty little face into the action. Something about pressing those trembling tiny lips over her spot was even better than the perky tit sandwich. She aimed the tip and slowly slipped it into her very hungry pussy. Inside she could feel that whole blonde's man luring body. Toned legs made to flex by the vibrations rubbing her entrance. Perky mounds jiggling against her inside lining. Pretty golden topped face trembling like it was kissing deep inside her. Crystal pumped the college aged tart wondering how many good grades those soft lips had earned it. Crystal slipped her hand out and closed her thighs. The toy seemed to vibrate just a touch harder when left to its own devices. She looked at the two blonde busty leggy women. She peeled her shirt off and they cringed. Crystal grabbed that Mrs. Bell. Always so nice and polite. Now her likely tramp of a daughter was trying to be Mark's girlfriend. Well mommy would see about that, Crystal thought as she pulled the top off that figure. Bell didn't fight, worried about that same daughter. As Crystal pulled those form displaying shorts off she reasoned she should at least meet the girl. After all not all blondes with smoking figures could be tramps could they. She pressed that boy teasing figure over her nipple and massaged it there. No she reasoned, she just didn't have much luck with those was all. 'Stay and work my nipple.' Crystal commanded the daughter worried pet. Mrs. Bell did grinding her big firm attention grabber along Crystal alert nipple on her squishy mound. She knew the former teacher would obey. Crystal grabbed the other. It was less trained. Growling and spitting like a naughty kitten when grabbed. Momma squeezed that struggle from her briefly. Top tugged off as it gasped breath back into its lungs. Upside down Crystal slipped the shorts up those sculpted kicking legs. She tossed it up and caught it. Smashing it into her unattended nipple. Crystal leaned back as her free hand pressed down and massaged Bell firmly into her mushy tit. Both hands now worked firm shapely tramps into her breasts. That magical vibrator knew when she needed a touch more and seemed to turn up the trembling. It almost felt more like it was wiggling itself slightly in and out of her wet pussy on its own. Crystal was almost sprawled on the couch. Legs wide as her new toy shifted perfectly to get that restrained golden topped curves along her inside spot. It had to be her hip movements that made that plastic cock pump so perfectly slowly within her lonely tunnel. Helplessly the tiny boy teasers struggled in her hands. Pressed to her bosom, they wiggled trapped as she liked them. Now she had the power, now they would worship her. Now they would need her to be kind and not take or use them. Oh and Crystal liked using them. The whimpering, the begging, the squirming, the wiggling, just the helpless little man stealers who would only be used as playthings at her mercy. Mark wouldn't be tempted by golden top sluts if he had them as toys at home. He'd find her a great daughter in law. And he'd likely leave his mommy some of these toys when he moves out. Then she was at peak. Sensations and control delighted to their combined limit. She arched as her thighs pressed tight. Hand buried the women into her soft breasts as he mind wondered if the rider just suddenly lost all sense of light. Home alone she just roared in celebration of her personal pleasure. She was gasping for breath. When did she last experience such a great emotional work-out? She snickered breathlessly, right last night. Strength regained Crystal pulled the vibrator out and looked at the youngest blonde toy as she drooled out Crystal's juices from machine trembling lips. What a great toy she had bought. It was like magic how it kept whatever one she inserted from drowning while encased in her aroused pussy. She carried the two women in one hand by their legs as she held her favorite toy upright so her fluids would cling to its rider. She placed the women in the sand of the tank. Then held the vibrator just off that same sand and hit the release. The little body made just the cutest little impact hole in the soft sand. Crystal like how the loose grains clung to the sweat glowing skin on the woman. How it matted to her fluids on the teacher tempter. Then huffed in annoyance, even dirty, she thought, they still looked better then she did clean. She gathered their clothes and dropped them haphazardly over the three. She commanded, 'Be cleaned up by noon or I'll get mean. Also, shorts and titty tees really? My Mark deserves better clothes to strip you out of. I know, cheerleaders, boys still like cheerleaders right. Yeah, my boy deserves all of you as cheerleaders for when he gets home.' She then walked away. It didn't matter if they agreed or not. They would be cheerleaders or she would find a way to remind them how helpless they were to argue. She cleaned her new toy. A little sad she took it to her bedroom. Something about the easy access made the living room seem a better room. She then collected her own clothes and the blanket sighing she would have to do a couple loads extra this weekend. She showered and dressed. Gathered her lunch and was about to leave when she decided to peek into the cage. Smarter than the usual blondes the three were dressed in little pleated skirts and tit displaying little tops. Crystal left wondering if she could have the tops labeled. Maybe have Pets or Mark's written on those mound covers just to remind those blondes their place. Crystal arrived at work. As she thought, there was Vanda in Mr. Holmes' office. Giggling like the bubble brain she was. Who names their child Vanda anyway. At least the middle aged man was smart, he always opened the blinds when a nimble young intern was in his office. No chance they could claim he tried something if everyone in the office could see. Crystal snickered, Vanda would fit in perfectly among Mark's collection. Nice long legs, perky far sized breasts, and of course blonde as a wheat field. Though from her skin tone not likely her true shade. Then she wondered, would they need to touch up any of Mark's pets hair? Could they? If so, then it wouldn't matter that much, any tiny woman he got could be made to match. Hair wise anyway. 'Crystal.' she jumped out of her day dream. 'Yes Mr. Holmes.' she replied, looking up at him. Must be easy for those girls to pretend to flirt with him. Tall, fit, wonderful blended graying hair. Dang his steel blue eyes he's going to try to dump more work in her lap. 'Vanda noticed you always have extra work. She was wondering if you'd like her to help with your load. Maybe learn some of your duties. Real go-getter that Vanda. '' he said in that sweet almost innocent tone of his. Crystal suddenly snapped of her imagined pouncing on her own boss to realize the intern offered to help her out. 'Yeah, I could. Not the most exciting job Vanda.' Nope, even with the nice jester Vanda was still a dumb name. 'Thank you Miss. Tanner. I'm studying accounting theory and this will be great practical for me. Your the best.' Vanda advised. She pulled up a char and looked at Crystal's screen like a dog begging for food. 'OK, I'll leave you two to get at it.' Mr. Holmes noted then walked away. 'Hmmm, yeah he does have a nice ass for an older man.' Vanda said at Crystal. 'You shouldn't talk about your boss like that.' Crystal warned. 'Sorry, I just noticed you staring and thought I'd agree with you watching it.' Vanda noted. They snickered and Crystal realized her cheeks were getting red, she had been staring hadn't she. She shook her head. 'You're right I shouldn't have been doing that.' Vanda nudged her, 'Have you ever?' 'No, he's my boss. And married.' Crystal snickered like she was that girl's age. Vanda smiled, 'No working late on a report to suddenly be bent backward over his desk really adding up the office transactions.' 'Vanda, young lady you should know you shouldn't do such things with your boss.' Crystal chastised despite having trouble shaking the description image from her head. 'Shame. Likely it would be fun.' she sighed. 'He's married.' Crystal countered. 'Meh, like that matters anymore. But you're right, as my direct boss I shouldn't.' Finally Crystal thought this young woman was talking sense. 'What does his boss look like?' Vanda requested. 'Look, stop distracting and I'll show you what to do.' Crystal said in a firm tone. 'Fine, I should have figured anyone in your job for so long wouldn't have the guts to take a little to get a better position.' Vanda scoffed. 'What do you mean?' Crystal questioned. 'Look, you seem like a very nice lady. And a great worker. I respect that. But if I get a job here I don't plan to be at the same desk for the rest of my life. And let's face it, men like him and likely his manager's age like young pretty things like me. And they will promote with their dicks if they think it will get them wet in bodies like mine. Oh, that's why you haven't been promoted isn't it? Sorry, but once I'm up the ladder some I won't forget about my pudgy mentor.' This tart explained. Crystal had been actually starting to like Vanda till now. 'Look, do you want to learn what I do?' Crystal grumbled. 'Certainly, like I said you look like a very nice lady. And I could use a friend.' Vanda noted smiling that annoyingly sweet smile. 'OK, this is our ordering sheet.' Crystal started. Vanda surprisingly paid attention. She was a smart young woman. Crystal begrudgingly understood what this new blonde annoyance was suggesting. She was a hard worker and did her job better than some promoted above her. Was it due to the fact that those doing the promoting were men. Men that rather promote due to pretty faces and tight asses then over merit. As much as she found she oddly starting to like Vanda, she really hoped her son would soon be bringing her home in a little cage soon. Wait, she thought. She knew where Mark was getting his blonde pets. She could just ask this Mr. Foreman. Oh, Mr. Holmes would make a nice little pet to come home too as well. She smiled as the golden maned temptress started doing reports for her. Maybe she would be up for promotion after all. Vanda went to work at the intern desk. Crystal would have to go over her reports before they were sent. But that still freed up extra time she could take advantage of at lunch. She walked over and knocked on Mr. Holmes' office door. He looked up and gave that handsome smile, 'Hello Crystal?' 'Vanda has me a bit ahead. Do you mind if I take a slightly longer lunch today? Mark's been extra helpful at home and I was thinking he deserved a little thank you gift.' She lied. 'I wish my Robby was as helpful as your boy. Guess I spoiled mine too soon huh. Sure, get him something nice.' Mr. Holmes accepted. 'Thanks.' she replied. Wondering if her toy at home could accept a man rider as easily as it did women ones. She waved at Vanda, 'I'll be back after lunch.' 'OK Miss. Tanner. Enjoy your salad and diet soda.' the girl replied. Dang she was making this easy. Crystal drove across town. There she slowly moved closer to the gates that led up to that unnerving house. As if by ghosts those gates opened on their own. She drove up the weaving drive up to the house. She looked at the strange mixed up puzzle of a house. How did those boys approach that building? Her blood was chilled. She managed to find her courage. To the front door she stepped. The wood felt warm as she knocked on it. Not heated from the inside, but as if it had a circulation of its own. An angry old man opened the door. 'Come in Ms. Tanner,' he said. Then pointed into the house. It was as she expected. A dusty room with books and old trinkets people his age seem to collect. 'Lunch is about ready. Ms. Gale is making fresh chicken pot pies for us.' 'Oh I didn't mean to interrupt Mr. Foreman. I just have a couple questions.' Crystal started. 'How could you interrupt a lunch you are expected for? What a strange lady you are. Come come, she has a sweet tea waiting for you.' the man advised. Crystal followed. This man had a strange presence. She shook her head, of course he did. He could make women into toy sized creatures to give to teen boys. Of course he had a strange presence. In a bright dining room there were three settings. Sure enough three glasses of sweet tea with lemon hooked to the sides sat waiting. 'Here, have a seat.' Mr. Foreman said, pulling out a seat for her. She sat and he helped her shift into the table. He sat at the other side and lifted his glass and saluted her before taking a drink. He set his drink down, 'Mark, your boy is a smart good lad. You should be proud.' 'Oh I am. He's my pride and joy.' She accepted this praise. 'Sorry I'm late. But I just couldn't get that crust to golden just right.' said a woman. Crystal recognized her as the staffer at that wonderful store. 'Oh, you two are friends?' she asked as the older woman placed a steaming perfectly golden crusted pie before her. 'Oh honey, he knocks my boots off if you catch my drift.' the cheery cheeked woman jokingly answered. Clearly by his rolling eyes this was not the response Mr. Foreman wanted. 'Oh, sorry. Just where your last names were different.' Crystal started trying to apologize. 'Honey, you're not the first. Back in our day we were shunned by some types for living in sin. And sin we did.' the woman interrupted her. Winking when she finished. 'If you're done being vulgar, our guest has questions.' Mr. Foreman huffed. Crystal could see past the annoyance to see his smile in his eyes. 'Fine, eat up Ms. Tanner.' Ms. Gale said as she sat down. Crystal was raised that it was rude not to eat what was offered. She loved Chicken pot pie but hadn't had one in years due to the calories. But she couldn't be a bad guest, she popped the top and savored that rich gravy smell. 'I was wondering.' she started while she scooped up a spoon full and blew on it. 'Their hair won't grow out. If Mark thinks of them as blondes once they are changed they will be and stay blondes for him. If he does want to change the color Ms. Gale's store has special little packs for temporarily or permanently changing it to the wanted shade.' Mr. Foreman answered her first question. Ms. Gale swat his arm, 'Let her actually ask you old crank. Gee I know you don't interact with people much but even you must know they like to express their own questions and ideas.' 'Oh right, fine. What else would you like to know?' he grumbled then scooped his own bite out and just placed it in his mouth. 'Well, I know Mark and his friends do chores and such and are rewarded with these tiny women. I was wondering if maybe I could do something to earn a tiny person or two of my own.' Crystal asked with her heart in her throat. 'No. Next?' was his quick reply. 'Wait, why?' Crystal asked. 'See, that's why I don't let them finish, they just keep going.' he said looking at Ms. Gale. The older woman glared at him. 'Sorry he likes being the cranky old man. Stop the act and just talk to her. Or no cake for you.' Crystal was certain the façade of Mr. Foreman seemed to change. His harsh features softened. He looked at her. 'Sorry you get doing something so long you just keep going.' He shrugged, 'The rewards are for the boys only. If I started giving them out to you then soon other parents would come looking. Soon we'd have to move as nothing would be open around here due to lack of viable people.' 'Oh, that makes sense. I was hoping for, well, a man or two.' she pouted. 'You could.' Ms. Gale started. Mr. Foreman raised his hand. 'No, then he'll come and use that to ask for his own tiny young pets. Bad enough he'll play with his son's pets.' 'Yeah I suppose. He'd want ones I'd be even more uncomfortable with you giving out.' she sighed. 'Yeah, and you know how that spell works, he would get ones I'd not be happy to hand out.' he agreed. 'You're talking about Tony, Bill's dad, aren't you?' Crystal surmised. 'Knowing him, would you want him to get the little pets of his desire?' Mr. Foreman asked knowingly. She had noticed him at the mall once. How his eyes would linger on certain passing patrons made her uncomfortable. No one had ever said he had done anything. And his girls were known to have many sleepovers. He hadn't tried anything. At least not that any of those girls had divulged. She agreed his wants shouldn't be rewarded. 'Understand, but if, say there was a pretty woman that was well, a bitch, could you make it so Mark received them. Like could I suggest targets for him to bring home?' She suggested. 'Not to me. But if Mark wanted them, then they would likely appear.' Mr. Foreman advised. 'He is a protector, if he knew they were causing you issues he would want to fix that.' Ms. Gale added. 'Protector?' Crystal questioned. Why did that catch in her mind so much? 'Great, now we have to explain.' Mr. Foreman sighed softly. He smiled kindly, 'So, if it wasn't clear already, I'm a wizard.' 'OK.' Crystal acknowledged. It wasn't clear till he said that but now she couldn't figure out why she didn't already realize that. 'Well as a wizard I am to train others with magic in their blood.' Mr. Foreman started. 'Tim?' her mind let slip through her lips. 'She's good.' Ms. Gale praised. 'I figured that's where Mark got it. She would have been a good Protector if she found a partner and teacher. Too bad it's too late now.' Mr. Foreman praised in a sad tone. Crystal had a strange realization. 'Mark will be Tim's protector.' 'Yes, please don't interfere.' Mr. Foreman requested. 'Will he be safe?' Crystal started to worry. 'He'll be trained. We'll be around to guide him. But he will face dangers.' Ms. Gale answered. 'And if I forbid him?' Crystal asked. 'Would you?' Mr. Foreman. 'No, it wouldn't be right would it.' Crystal realized. 'Right, wrong, depends on who you are.' Mr. Foreman advised. 'There are benefits. It will be for his betterment, I promise.' Ms. Gale advised. 'I believe you. Just please keep me informed.' Crystal requested. Mr. Foreman nodded, 'Gladly. Just keep what we discussed secret.' 'Even from Mark?' she requested. 'Oh, you'll know what to share.' was all the old man said. 'You should relax, as dire as this all sounds, really it's a pleasant life.' Ms. Gale reassured. Mr. Foreman nodded with a smile and squeezed her hand. Crystal thought they looked like a sweet loving old couple. They finished the best tasting pot pies she had ever had. Afterward, Ms. Gale walked her to the door. 'You know Mark is a protector by nature.' 'Yes, he's a good boy. I'm so lucky.' Crystal praised. 'You know he'd want to protect you as well.' Ms. Gale advised. 'Yeah, he's always worrying about me.' Crystal lamented. Ms. Gale smiled shrewdly, 'Well, if he knew of a young woman that was causing you problems that he would find appealing to play with. She would likely come to mind when Mr. Foreman is pulling his reward. Therefore be likely to come home with him soon.' Crystal shook her head and advised, 'Oh I couldn't trick him like that. He should be free to get what he earns for himself.' 'Yes, that makes sense. It's not like he would enjoy tormenting someone that used to torment you.' Ms. Gale advised. Crystal drove back to work with a warm happy belly. She felt peaceful. She entered and sat at her desk. Bringing up the requests and reports young Miss. Vanda completed. The golden haired intern had done quite a few. Crystal found herself looking forward to more help from that keen young woman. That's not what she got. Vanda seemed to have been pulled by her own interests to Mr. Holmes' office. There she stayed all afternoon. Sitting on the man's desk. Hose covered legs dangled before his steel blue eyes, her high heel shoe dangling off her toes like a fishing lure in a pond. Her top no longer seemed to fashion at the top, showing off those damned perky mounds. Everything the handsome older man said was suddenly fascinating or hilarious. Making the girl young enough to be that man's daughter to touch his hand or lean in to rub a shoulder, flashing that firm cleavage. Crystal fumed. Early reports that sunshine haired harlot had done were great. Later, likely ones done after Crystal had gone to lunch were a shambles. Crystal started just voiding them out of hand and redoing them as it was quicker then looking through them and correcting the reports. She looked up and that tramp smiled at her and gave a little wave. Mr. Holmes' hand had mistakenly found itself resting on the young siren's knee. The yellow haired tramp looked away. Crystal in a moment of bitterness lifted her phone and snapped a pic. She could have used it to get Mr. Holmes in trouble for such fraternizing. But it wasn't his fault, the golden haired siren had sung her song and mesmerized him. No, Vanda was the real problem. Now however was the sticking point. To solve her problem and protect that poor handsome man she would have to trick her sweet boy. If she didn't manipulate her son her Mr. Holmes would likely get himself in trouble. Lose his marriage to that temptress and more importantly, possibly his job. She sighed hoping a new option would appear. Crystal decided to think of something else. A way to make it up to Mark for the temptation to use his sweet nature to solve her problem. His blonde playthings could use more clothes for him to strip from them. That shop had cute outfits, but were a touch costly. Then it came to her, the doll patterns. She arrived home and looked for him. Then she remembered he was at Mr. Foreman's earning another toy. She starts supper so her sweet hungry boy would arrive to hot food. She heard the door open and closed. 'Hello honey, how was your day?' she calls out. Her wonderful son replies, 'Good mom yours?' Crystal lies instead of worrying him, 'Good, no problems here.' He was reaching into his bag. She couldn't help but lift up onto the balls of her feet so her short little body could see better. 'Want to see what Mr. Foreman gave me?' Mark taunted her. She moved closer to him commanding, 'Don't tease your mother. Let's see her.' He hands her the little cage they were given in. Of course blonde and shapely, though this one was his age. About the age of the slut that surrendered to her ex's lusts. It shuts up that pointless begging fairly quickly as Crystal looks her over. Crystal noted as she appraised it, 'Pretty, nice body. Really nice legs. Young though.' Then she almost slips up as, 'Reminds me of that,' tumbles out. Attempting to cover, she adds, 'oh never mind.' Her boy requests, 'Reminds you of?' Crystal waves him off with, 'Don't fret about it. She'll make you a fine plaything.' Handing the pretty reminder back to its owner. Then he tempts her selfish want with, 'I learned if I really think about a girl it's likely that girl would come out. So, if there was someone you'd like I could try thinking about her when Mr. Foreman pulls my reward out.' The reminder made her think about an old revenge, 'Oh really?' slipped from her lips. Guilt bring, 'Not yet I think.' from her just as quickly. Then something occurred to her she advises, 'You boys shouldn't think about too many girls or teachers from school. Too many disappear and there could be a real panic.' He accepted that idea replying, 'OK Mom, I'll tell that to the guys.' 'Good good. After supper I'm going to go buy material to make outfits for you ladies. Won't be as fun but cheaper than that interesting store. You want to come with.' Crystal asked. She watched him turn back to that teen mini temptress. 'Well,' from him is all the answer she needs. Crystal helps her boy lift possible guilt before it sparks, 'You have other plans, I understand.' He couldn't stop from being a sweet kid, 'If you really want me too.' Crystal let him off, he should get to enjoy his reward, 'No, you'll likely be up late if you did.' He still warms her soul, 'I'll do dishes so you can go right after supper.' She goes to counter that offer and he says strongly, 'I'll do the dishes, you are making my tiny ladies outfits for me to play with.' Her heart sang as she teases, 'Fine, when did you get so stern.' His words make her soul shiver, 'Peyton likes me standing up for myself.' That girl again, most likely blonde and lovely if her mother was a good example. But, Mark seemed to have a new self confidence because of her. Crystal was forced to admit, 'I think I'll like this Peyton girl if she's having this effect on you.' Worry touches her as he proudly notes, 'I hope so.' Crystal hoped her worry was masked from her wonderful son. Worry that another blonde would take more from her. Take him from her. They share supper as they did most nights. He gets right up to put away the few leftovers. He was making sure she wouldn't slip in and do what he promised to do. She surrenders and goes to the fabric store. It had been so long since she got to play fashion designer. A favorite hobby of her youth. It was something she did right up till that bastard made her a single parent. As near perfect her Mark was, he was still her main focus. Now however he was the reason she could enjoy this pursuit again. Even better, she wouldn't be dressing silly old Barbies. No, real moving shapely figures. She came home. Hearing Mark's bedroom door shut. She snickered looking at the tank, freshly rinsed were those sunshine haired play tramps. Good she thinks, hoping he gave them a real work over during his enjoyment. She piles the bags about. Crystal snicker again, this time at herself. She bought so much it likely would have been cheaper just to have gone back to Ms. Gale's store. He came into the living room and noted, 'Wow mom, that's a lot.' Crystal laughs as she teases herself, 'Yeah, you know it's been so long since I played seamstress. Guess I got a little over excited.' Then requests his company, 'Help me sort?' Her heart sings as her boy agrees with, 'Sure mom.' She hands him a bag advising, 'I found newer doll outfits at the craft store. Hope you like them.' She likes how his eyes sparkle looking over what she'd make for him. Crystal planned to modify those Uniforms and costumes. Sure their skirts and tops would likely display well on his golden topped pretties. But a bit shorter skirts or a touch tighter, he'd enjoy more. He goes to bed. She finishes up. This weekend would be filled with cutting out patterns. Now she should think about bed. Crystal was tired after all. Then she noticed the yellow haired things still fluttering about in their cage. Oh that teen addition just dragged to mind that girl she found sucking down on that mistake's cock. She would love to erase her time with him if she could somehow still keep her best thing in her life, Mark. But she couldn't so she would celebrate her gift. And now that gift was brought home, revenge by proxy. Crystal knew it was wrong. Her loins began humming to experience that close proxy. Build about the same. Sure the pig-tailed hair was longer. Perfect skin, a touch paler. Crystal could ignore those differences to pretend. To enjoy. That horribly perfect little tramp Mrs. Bell starts yipping about wrong and cruel. Crystal doesn't worry about the words just ending the noise, 'Should I have Mark just bring home your daughter instead?' That works. Though Crystal wonders for how much longer. That curvy pleasure doll will likely catch on soon Mark was dating her blonde man teaser. Crystal admires the terrified young slut in her hand. Her ex would have gone gah gah for it. He would never get to enjoy it. Her however was moments away. She forced the other three into a corner and wrapped her hand around their damnable slender waists. Now she needed a free hand to open her bedroom door. She thinks about maybe two trips. Then she remembers one advantage of her big build. With a bra on she always had a place to stuff tiny things. The new yellow topped young tramp was caged in between her blubbery breasts. She gleefully travels to her bedroom. Almost skipping there like a jolly schoolgirl. In the room she displays her power over the three by playfully tossing them on her lonely big king-sized bed. They yip and scream as they fly and bounce. She grabs the youngest of the first three by her long legs. They must have switched to skimpy pajamas shorts set after Mark had finished with them. This made it so much easier. Thumb and finger hook the hips and slip the ass hugging little booty shorts off that body. Fingers hooked the top and pulled up. Little arms struggle enjoyably. Rolling that one away she snatches the unknown boy tempting blonde. Hand wrapped around and pulls the shorts down to its ankles. Back up that man-luring form and those wonderful firm spot rubbers jiggled into view. Mrs. Bell next. Crystal wondered how the boys learn anything with that distracting form dancing before them. Upside down she held the mentally controlled living short haired Barbie. Top was pushed off her unfairly firm melons. Long luscious legs felt great to run her hand up and off with the shorts. The three cowered together. The rush of power made Crystal hum out a snicker-like sound. Her body trembled with arousing delight. She knew she had one more to strip, but she liked knowing it was struggling just to breathe in her bosom. No, she would strip herself first. Well, mostly. The Bra would be needed to hold that babysitter proxy in her flesh cage. The longer held pets knew what was coming but were helpless before her towering goddess form. Helpless to stop her from enjoying their nimble bodies. Helpless to hinder her sexual revenge. Crystal reaches between her contained breasts. The blonde bobble slips deeper. Then her fingers catch it and pull it free. 'Time to make up for disgracing me Sheila.' she announces. As her finger wraps it waist it rambles out about being named Cyder. Did it think that mattered. Crystal knows she's not really that poor slut. That wasn't the matter, her play revenge is. She marvels at how light it is as that one finger holds it before her. She tauntingly pinches at the flaring little corners of those tantalizing little shorts. It wiggles and begs. And it should beg, it would only be Crystal's mercy and her care for her boy's happiness that would keep her safe. Crystal's nails hook that nib of fabric and touch by touch she tugs the shorts down those shapely legs. Now it was really rambling on. 'Shush, Shelia, shush. I'll be enjoying that body soon.' Crystal cooed at it as little hands drastically slapped at her fingers. They were now trying to pinch the stretched front of her top. Crystal wanted no need for the proxy naked before she could truly get down to simulated revenge. They hook between those delightfully firm stroking mounds. It screams and screams as she lifts slowly up and Crystal laughs and laughs. Now that the rider was naked she grabbed that wonderful toy from its new home. Delightfully nubile body wiggles its leg Crystal was attempting to grab. She presses it into place and coils the strap around it. Soon the casing molds around its calf. Like magic Crystal noticed, actual magic she realized. The other leg was hindered by the trapping of the other. Crystal caught it. Not in a rush she ran her finger along it. Silky skin Crystal praised, 'You always did have such dang nice legs Sheila.' It rambled to correct her, but that just made trapping its other leg more fun. 'Come now Sheila, let's get those man treats out. Time to make me happier with you.' she cooed as she posed the little arms back both at once. The device helpfully loops those limbs and restrains them before the casing closes. She laughs and shakes the toy, making those perky fair sized mini-tits jostle. She carefully lays the toy down. Making sure that phallic shape play thing was safely on her bed. Bra off she sighed. She hated the weight of her uncontained breasts, but also hated the pinch and crush of the straps pulled tight around her torso. How those shoulder supports dug into her. She pushed the other three beside her new favorite toy. Then she climbed onto her big broad bed. She grabbed the unknown golden topped man temptress. Dangling it from its own long body wrappers. She twirls it slowly, rolling its face and tits over her nipple. It's helpless to stop this use of its unfairly formed body. The features nuzzle her sensitive nipple. The mounds bounce about her sensitive point. This made Crystal sigh in delight. 'It's a bit thick isn't it you little blonde tramp? Pick, lick and massage it with those bouncy chest boulders or I'll shove it up your cunt.' Then she let go and felt the little body land and jostle on her own flattened breast. Crystal was actually disappointed it didn't attempt to argue. But no it grabbed its breasts and rubbed them into her nipple as its little mouth greedily licked at the top. Disappointing but still very enjoyable. She then grabbed the interned aged yellow haired plaything. Crystal happily pouted as it actually reached its hands down and stroked her nipple. Clearly declaring its willingness to attend her breast tip over having to feel that mass pressed deep into her. She was tempted to not offer her a choice. But its upside down long licks was a good argument in its choice. Crystal lets go and it yips, bouncing on her tit. Quickly leaping up and loving her master's mother's nipple. Both mounds had a caretaker. What would she do with that top heavy leggy teacher? The more Mark collected the more different things she could try. She had a kind thought, poor Mrs. Bell was taunted and taunted with her daughter becoming part of these fun times. And she submitted and submitted to her new life because of it. She deserved a reward and Crystal knew what she wished she had gotten more of. She lifted the woman. The former student teaser trembled. Crystal's fingers were thicker than its thighs and she hated it for that fact. But still continued with her choice. Crystal made those not only toned but annoyingly flexible legs apart. Her lips wrapped little Mrs. Bell's waist. Oh what a fun sound it made as her tongue dragged along its tight little cunt. 'Hmmm.' she hummed. Cherry Chip, that wonderful old wizard flavored Mark's toys his favorite cake flavor. And the more and firmer she tasted the more aroused that little blonde treat got. And therefore the richer the favor was offered to her tongue. As savoring the former teacher she reached for her magic vibrator. Humming happily at the flavor filling her mouth. This too seemed to bring the taste more to her tongue. Crystal stroked that restrained pretty body. Fingers rolled the arched out breasts. Crystal wished she could taunt the Shelia proxy, but her mouth was happily full. No, she just took glee knowing those perky bumps would soon be pleasuring her below. Hungry for sensation, Crystal flicked the vibrator on and the vibration paralyze the riding pig-tailed pet. Crystal lowered the curvy form towards her dripping pussy. She pressed those mini breasts to her clitoris. She whimpered in arousal as they sandwich her happy bud. The firmness and vibrations rubbing utter delight into her. But where was the revenge? She lowered the toy slightly. The vibrations made that blonde teen man trap moan helplessly with a sweet o-shaped open mouth. It capped the top of her clit and she rolled that kiss there. Wiggling slightly and pop, mini oral sensation. Timidly Crystal bobbed her toy and in and out her sexual bud went deep in and out of that proxy slut's mouth. Sweet lips hugged and trembled along as she played. Crystal leaned her head back and joyfully sang her realization why men enjoy blowjobs so much. She could have happily ended there. She didn't, she wanted that proxy girl that nearly destroyed her family to pleasure her more. She tilted the vibrator and pushed it in. So wet from the sensations she almost lost her grip on the device. Crystal gasped around Mrs. Bell's shapely gasping form. Oh that little babysitter-like plaything felt so good. Likely it was the imagined vengeance, but that body was also delighted with its restrained nubile shape. Crystal forgot about savoring and was drunk on the sensations. The pale clad breasts rubbed perfectly along her inner canal. Those legs kissed her entrance as they popped in and out. Soon any thoughts of play revenge was drowned in a better fun, pure sexual sensation. That flooded her body, and she went from sensation to satisfaction. Her lips let Mrs. Bell drop to her chest. pulled out the vibrator and switched it off. Regretting that as the rider began whimpering annoyingly about oh poor little her. Like she had to witness her husband cheating on her with a blonde teen slut in her driveway. Oh boo who. Crystal detached the whining plaything. Then bound them all in one hand. Putting on her robe to cover herself. She gathered their removed clothes and piled them in a pocket. She took them and that wonder toy to rinse them all off and freshen herself for bed. She placed them back into their home and snowed the shorts and things over their damp forms. Even with avoiding her wet spot she found her bed well warmed from her own pleasured heat. She pulled up blankets over her naked form. It was strangely satisfying. She hummed as she pulled the coverings tight over her shoulder and drifted to sleep. |
1693010816 | MrForeman15 | Tim awoke and looked at his clock, he was up well before his alarm was to go off. He sighed and slipped off his bed. Pretty things slept peacefully in their one little bed. He snickered, he'd have to remember to unpack the rest of the furniture. Popping open the closest door alerted them to his presence. They all moved to face him, making them spread out a bit. His hand greedily grabbed that former high school queen. He loved how the formerly stuck up cheer captain was now a submissive sexy pet. Her voice begging, 'Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything you want.' was just perfect. He admired her as he walked back to his bed. He must have not picked up enough pajamas as she wore some sexy lacy semi-transparent thing. The bottoms looked like panties with the side straps high on her hips and a top that just hung perfectly off her sexy breasts. He could feel her trembling but she didn't move away as his finger pressed down on her boobs. He sat down on his bed. Pressed his finger and thumb along her sexy hips and slipped her bottom off. Oh her whimpering and trembling was like catnip for his dick. He then held her wonderful legs in one hand. Pinched the hanging hot top, he started to pull up and that former bossy girl held her arms up and submitted to him. He drank it in as he slowly pulled it up. Last year she was basically a student authority figure. Now, he owned her. He dropped her on his stomach and pulled his pj bottoms off his crotch. He was about to lift her and drape her over his erection when she looked at him and said, 'Yes Master.' He watched as that tan skinned pretty climbed herself upon his dick. Long legs wrapped around his girth. Chest pressed his cock. She looked up at him then bowed her head and licked the head of his penis. Tim just relaxed and watched Jenna, the cheer captain from last year, was now dick hugger for his enjoyment. Her fit body started rubbing itself along his rigid member. Her little tongue licked at his penis, her hot lips stopping from time to time to suck at his cock. Her hips pumped her legs along part of his length, making her distracting tits stroke higher up. Her hair was down. He liked it in pig-tails, but now, fresh in the morning, down gave her an arousing look. He thought briefly to go gather one or more of his other pets. Then he thinks about how Jenna would strut through the halls last year. Her little cheer skirt teasing that it would wink her round ass. Looking down at guys like him for being from a younger grade. Sneering at guys like him due to him not being popular. Now, she was using her whole body to make just his dick feel good. Playfully he taunted, 'You love my dick don't you Jenna?' She looked up and lied wonderfully, 'I love your dick Master.' Her calling him Master made his penis jump. 'You love body fucking my dick don't you?' he mocked in delight. So submissive the former top girl gave a showing of landing a long slow lick and she answered, almost pleaded, 'I'll fuck your cock. Happily, please just don't hurt me.' 'Make me cum, make me cum all over you.' Tim commanded. Jenna wrapped her legs tightly around his cock. Her hips pumped hard to stroke him. Her Breasts kneaded his tip and her hair waved about wildly. Her sexy voice grunting as she pushed herself hard to please him. She was doing as she promised, using her entire body to fuck his dick. Tim was gasping himself. A body he lusted for was now slaved to his enjoyment. Her tanned skin was smooth and warm in an arousing way. Her limbs coiled around his shaft like it was her greatest lover. He tilts his dick and pushes her up a bit. Thick globs of cum spattered and covered her tits and face. He laughed as she cringed and grimaced as his man fluid splashed her face. He was going to enjoy doing that to her over and over. He holds her wrapped around his shaft and walks over to her new home. Dragging those long legs along his length to wipe the splashed cum from his cock. Leaving her in the cage to clean herself while he readies himself for school. He meets Peter, they walk towards Peyton's home and are met by her and Mark part way. He smiles and they are again holding hands. Felicity and Aoi show up and Tim smiles again as Peter and the redhead nervously attempt to speak to each other. 'You can't just come with me.' Bill gripes and tells of his approach. 'For the last time I'm not. I'm meeting Tim, stop being an asshole.' Melissia snarled and announced herself. 'I'm telling dad you swore.' Bill threatened. Melissia countered, 'I'll let mom know you've been swearing for years.' They got in front of the group. 'I can't believe you want to go out with that.' Bill said directly to Tim. 'What did mom tell you about calling me a thing? Gah, how are you friends with that asshole?' Melissia growled at Tim. 'We should head to school.' Mark was always protecting him. Tim's hopes for a nice walk to school with a pretty girl that likes him and his friends are ruined as Bill and Melissa argue the whole walk there. Away from Bill he did get a nice kiss from that dark haired pixy. A lunch with the girls, another hope filled gathering. Dashed as the siblings just can't spend time together without arguing. This was tiring, but what could Tim do to get them not to bark at each other like rival chihuahuas. Maybe Mr. Foreman would have a spell he could teach him for that. The after lunch kiss encourages him to hope for a solution. Afterschool was the best part of the school day. Not just because that was the end of school. But also because they split apart into pairings. He was happy to gain Melissia's hand in his. 'I'm sorry about today. Bill is just such a, well a.' she started. 'Asshole?' he finished. 'Yes, I really don't understand how your friends.'' she huffed. 'He is an asshole. But he is also willing to help with problems. And his viewpoint often gives us a different look at things. When Mark has Peter and I stumped in our game, Bill usually finds a solution. As argumentative as he can be, he will often argue for what he thinks is our benefit.' Tim advised. 'Huh, I never saw that. He is just selfish and bossy. Always going on about what he wants. Now with those rodent things he gets from that creepy Mr. Foreman, dad is just supporting that.' she complains. 'We could talk about something else? What are you doing once you get home? We could maybe take a long walk together?' Tim hoped. A little peaceful time with his could he say girlfriend. 'Oh that would be nice, but I have to get home so I can have supper and head to dance.' She advised him. 'What kind of dance?' Tim was told to take an interest in a girl's hobbies. 'Tonight and Tuesdays is hip hop. Jazz on Saturday. Monday and Wednesday nights I take gymnastics.' She lists off. 'When will we get to hang out then? Friday?' he questions. 'Oh not this Friday, I have a recital. Sunday?' she countered. 'That's our D&D day,' he pointed out. 'Skip it, it's just a silly game.' she states bluntly. 'We do it every week. It's fun and not a silly game.' he feels insulted. 'Yes it is. Little army men things. Those strange dice. Oh those bizarre creatures.' She rattles out ending with a voice clearly intended to copy and mock Mark's voice, 'Then it spits acid from out of it's ears.' 'That was mean, don't mock my friend.' Tim firmly demanded. 'I wasn't, I was teasing you about that silly game.' she advised. 'Not as silly as you prancing about in clothing that makes your dad check out your friends.' Tim realized he went too far as he said it. 'What? My dad doesn't check out the other girls!' she snaps at him. Tim now was upset with himself about hitting her with that rumor about her dad's appreciation of her fellow dancers. Words said by adults when they thought him out of earshot. But she also was attacking his hobby and friend. 'Look, our D&D game is fun and important to us.'' He decides to just ignore his fopa till he could make his point. This wasn't going to happen, it seems, 'You apologize for spreading that lie about me dad!' she orders. 'Not till you apologize for mocking Mark.' he countered. 'I didn't I mocked that silly stupid game.' she snarled. 'You made fun of his voice. You also should apologize for mocking our game.' he added. She looked at him like he said she should leap the Pacific Ocean and visit Japan. 'It's stupid. You play barbarians and wizards and pretend to fight made up monsters. What use is it.' 'Fun, dang, are all your hobbies helpful? Oh why should we let you become a doctor?' Then mocking her voice answered, 'I can prance on my toes and do a spinning leap thing.' 'At least it helps me be fit. It's actually fun. And it makes me determine. Your stupid game does what, teach you to eat doritos while rolling funny shaped dice?' She counters. 'It teaches me how to actually treat people, clearly not like your bouncing and flipping about doesn't.' he argues. 'Fine, then you can treat people away from me.' She says flipping her arms up in the air and stomping off at a fast pace. 'Fine, I will.' Tim snaps and turns away. He starts towards Mr. Foreman's. At least there he'll be treated like an equal. By the corner he felt bad. He thought he should go apologize and try to talk their differences out. He looks and she is looking towards him. 'I, I think we should take the night to calm down and talk tomorrow, please?' She begs. 'OK, tomorrow.' he feels a bit better. Calming down first would likely be a good idea. He arrives at those gates feeling hopeful. Couples fight from time to time after all. Up that wrapping drive to that door. It opens as he goes to knock but no one was about. He entered and Mr. Foreman's voice calls from the room he was cleaning the other day, 'In here Mr. Hill.' The door closes on it's own behind him. He was getting strangely used to these happenings. He found he was just accepting it like noticing a sudden gust of wind. He entered and Mr. Foreman sat at a table sipping tea. 'Sit there and we'll start,' he said. Now Tim was creeped out, the old man was smiling friendly. 'OK, so do I need a wand or to read a book?' he asked, sitting down. 'Wand?' Mr. Foreman questioned snickering. 'I guess if you're unable to concentrate. Let's try to train you to concentrate first.' 'So, you'll be teaching me to steady my breathing or something?' Tim wondered. 'We shall enjoy a quiet tea. Sit, relax, drink.' Mr. Foreman advised. Tim sat. Took a sip. Watching Mr. Foreman. 'So, should I be focusing on something? Like a candle or a crystal?' 'Just sit peacefully and quiet and enjoy the tea.' He advised again. Tim takes a few more sips. Looking around the room. Still so much cleaning to do. Things still covered in dust sheets. Boxes of things to be put out or away. 'So are magic words hard to say?' he asked. 'You don't actually say them with your voice, but with your spirit voice. Enjoy your tea.' Was not a clear answer. Tim sipped again. Sparkling things in a box made him wonder if they would be part of his lessons or were just things that Mr. Foreman had enjoyed looking at? What might be under that sheet over there? 'So do I read spells out of a book or scrolls or something?' He requested. 'Yes. Once you are able to center your mind it will decipher the writing of magic like a children's book. Distracted, and it will be a different language. You should relax and enjoy your tea quietly.' Mr. Foreman explained. This was so boring. Surely there were better things they could be doing than staring at each other. Why were they not practicing words or arm movements? Just sitting sipping this warm tea. Mr. Foreman looked straight at him clearly expecting more questions but not explaining the likely inquiries. 'Shouldn't we be doing something? Anything?' Tim was getting annoyed. 'We are, we are having a peaceful quiet tea. Now, enjoy your tea.' Mr. Foreman calmly replied with a slight smile. 'Sit quietly and enjoy tea? Is that all?' Tim snapped angrily. The old man smiled and noted, 'Yes, now enjoy your tea.' Tim sipped, there was something he was missing. There had to be something else. A piece to an unseen puzzle that he was missing. After arguing with Melissia, Tim wanted a distraction to clear his mind. And this quiet sitting was just letting those thoughts and feelings bubble about. Enjoy your tea, enjoy your tea? No, there had to be something he should be doing? But no, sit quietly and sip tea? Then it hit him like a bat to the face. There would be times in his life when he would be in danger or emotionally distracted while he would want or need to cast spells. He needed to learn to sit quietly and enjoy his tea. Focus on the tea, the flavor, the temperature. Trying to let the warmth traveling down his throat drown out his day's annoyances. Tim finds the questions he wants to ask begin to file themselves for later. The annoyance with Bill and Melissa arguing was now not important. His worries he messed up with that pretty girl wasn't going to be fixed till they talked the next day. That would be filed for then. He felt a warm calm taking his body like the tea was simulating. There they sat sipping tea. Tim found himself focusing on nothing but that activity. Mind blank of worries or troubles in this situation. He was relaxed like never before. Suddenly Mr. Foreman spoke, 'Very good Mr. Hill. Now if you have a moments between lessons you should enjoy more tea.' 'Thank you Mr. Foreman. I never realized how helpful just sitting and enjoying tea could be.' he noted his surprise. 'Great, see you Saturday then?' he asks. 'You bet, I want more little pets. Though another lesson would be nice.' He confessed. 'Tuesday, since not all your group can visit, Tuesday will just be us starting another lesson.' Mr. Foreman advised. 'OK, can we have tea first?' Tim requested. 'Certainly.' Mr. Foreman smiled warmly. Walking home Tim felt oddly proud about his realization. He held his head up high as he made his way home. As his mother cooked supper he tackled his home chores. Another pleasant meal with his folks. They even suggest maybe another stop at that store for more things to play with his new pets with. He would just have to help his parents paint the guest room. Now was the time he had been looking forward to all day. The beauties were dressed all like skimpy clad soldier girls. Tight buttoned up cleavage displaying shirts and tight little butt hugging shorts. He only needed two for his plans, Jenna and the one with the long black hair. On his bed they cower before him as he striped. His dick showed he was excited for his plans. He grabbed the black haired one first. He had heard her name but just didn't care to remember it seemingly. He loved how her figure looked trembling in submission in his hand. He grabs her calf and she surrenders any attempt to resist him. The little shiny boots looked oddly sexy on her tan toned leg. Thumb stroked the limb sticking out of her little green ass hugging shorts. He pinches the lace and it pops loose with little effort. And the black mini-boot is pushed off her little camo ankle sock. He didn't even have to grab the other leg. She offered it to her owner, clearly a smart as well as sexy little woman. Boot lace soon dangled and his thumb pushed it off like a flip topped bottle. He presses those two legs together. Tugging both socks off together. She points her little feet to ease his efforts. Fingers dance over her tight clothes. The uniform shirt barely held across those tits. In fact he only had to brush firmly across them to make the buttons open up. Her skimpy camo bra was not hiding her lovely bosom. He took the shirt and dropped it with her boots and such. He now target the little green short. He sees no button or fly. Then he realizes their basically just stretchy material like yoga pants. That explains why her ass is so perfectly displayed. Carefully he pinches the little bit of leg flaps in between her sculpted thighs. She whimpers as Tim slowly pulls those tight shorts down her sexy legs. He is amused that her little camo thong stayed in place. Now he was stuck with a dilemma. Take her underwear or make her surrender them to him. Was she truly that wonderfully scared of his cooperativity giant strength? “Take off your bra.' he tests his hope. She nods pleading, 'OK, please just don't hurt me.' Oh his dick liked hearing her speak like that. Her accent and musical voice was wonderful. She reached back and quickly her bra slumps off her shoulders. She slips it off and offers it to her owner. Tim admires how she doesn't hide her boobs, just lets them be visibly shown. 'Panties, now your panties.' he barks excitedly. Oh her smooth rolling action as she slips those thongs off and then offers them. He takes it greedily. His want override his commands as he places her along his painful erection. Turns out she didn't need those commands. Wrapping her arms around his dick. Like Jenna this morning this gorgeous Latina rubbed her amazing body to his dick. Now that his dick was being wonderfully attended he reached for Jenna. She whimpered just as his hand began to surround her. She felt so great in his coiled fist. He's trembling so hard in arousal to catch her lace on a boot. Then an idea, hand turned to a platform. 'Strip for me.' he growls. Jenna nodded and moved to a kneeling sitting position. Her thumb travels down her top and he realizes they are not buttons but snaps. He likes how the camo bra looks on her tan tits. She rolls back and lifts a leg. She unties her first boot. Both hands take off the small imitation of a shiny army boot. He didn't know why she circled her little camo-sock foot once the boot was gone, but he liked it. She ran her own hand along her calf and fingers hooked the top of her decorated ankle sock and took it off the foot. She switched feet with a kick to the still clad one. Delicate mini fingers pop that lace on the boot and slip it off to expose another little circling foot. She brings attention to her toned calf again as she strips that foot of it's little camo ankle sock. Jenna rolls back onto her knees. Thumbs hook the tight shorts just at her supple hips. She knows his goal as she pushes her thong off with the shorts down to her knees. Her tight ass rests in his palm again as her legs point toes upward. Her arms strip the bottoms off those sculpted long little legs. Just her bra remaining she steadies herself with her pointed toes as her hands unhooks the support garment and tosses it aside. He is too excited to command. He simply pushes her onto her back. Her legs spread she begs him, 'No please that's too big.' That more encouraged him then her planned effect as his pinky drew close to her exposed pussy. He rubbed at her sexual spot and her hips rolled along with his poking. Grunting arousingly as he touches her entire outer sensitive strip. But she was right, without assistance he wouldn't penetrate without injuring her. That store had a product that would be that aid. He pulled it from the bag it still sat in. She begs enticingly, 'No no, please let me fuck your cock again instead.' The nuzzle delivers his answer deep inside and amply on her pussy's outside. His pinky returned. Those hips dance again. He could feel her sex tunnel begin to stretch, lube loosening the resistance. It was so tight on his finger tip as it invaded within her. Unwanted it was, the results were clearly not so bad. Jenna arched and her hips popped to his poking. Her breathless sounds told that girth was generating sensations she couldn't deny. He hurried his fingering of that five plus inch tall girl and she moaned loudly and gave him the sexiest I can't resist expression trimmed with pleasure. 'Like that huh you sexy little doll? Tell me you like that!' he snarls playfully. And he loves as she surrenders, 'It's too thick, oh so much pinky.' 'You like that? My giant pinky in your puss? Tell me you like it!' he taunted for his own delight. 'Oh oh god! Oh oh god! So thick, how is it fitting? Why does it feel so good?' she begged. His other fingers coiled and pressed heaving breasts. Tiny tiny nipples poked up from their tips. Oh the music of her moaning and gasping as he fucked her with just the smallest of his fingers. Jenna was almost a goddess last year at school. Now she was a slave to any of Tim's slightest urges, And some urges had wonderful effects on her. She climaxed hard in his holding hand. Little toes and the ball of her feet pressed into her bed of his palm. Her hips popping hard enough he could just hold his hand still and she was still getting giant fingered hard. She ends the reaction and whimpers to him, 'Please stop, oh please stop.' He was amused as he had stopped moving. She was humping his digit. Her trained fit body worked his tip hard and fast enough that she burst into climax again. Possibly harder and sexier than the first. Now he took his finger out and she collapsed spread eagle in his palm. Eyes closed, she pants in exhaustion. He lowers her and dangles his tip over her weakened body. He started stroking that black hair beauty along his dick. The sight of Jenna being fingered into climax twice was now added to by that curvy cock attendant. His young body didn't need much encouragement. That mocha beauty triggered his release and he again cam all over Jenna's heaving breasts and her open mouthed face. Too tired to resist or even close those lips. Wandered clumsily to the cage. Jenna's legs smeared his tip mostly clean and was placed in that perfect cage. The black haired delight was dragged across his cum soiled hand and placed on top of the spunk drenched lighter tanned body. He used tissues to clean the remaining mess then dressed. Bathroom finished his cleaning efforts. It would be early but he was ready for bed. Mini showers going was really becoming a great sleep aid. |
1693010819 | MrForeman16 | Mark was awoken by his mother shaking him. 'Here you go sweetie, thought we should give little Mrs. Bell a morning off.'' She dropped the unknown two blonds beside him and left. He was glad she did; he had some raging morning wood. He had to thank his mom, she had sped up his morning by pre stripping the two for him. He grabbed one in each hand and just shoved them inside his bottoms. He wrapped their struggling little supple bodies around his erection and started stroking. He would never get tired of the feel of hot tiny women pumping along his dick. He sighed heavily as he pressed them to his tip and covered them in cum. He grabbed his clothes for the day and went to the bathroom hoping his mom would be making breakfast and not see him going to the bathroom with his bottoms soaked with cum and squirming with two tiny women. Success, he thought closing the door. He rinsed them while he waited for the shower to come to temperature. He figured two birds one stone. He laughed as they shivered together in the sink as he entered his warm shower. He got dressed then patted them dry with his used towel. Dropping them off in the tank, looks like his mother wanted them dressed as cowgirls today. His morning playthings cloth waited folded on the sunning log. 'Sleep well?' his mother asked. 'Yes, you?' he asked back. 'Like a baby. Oh I've had the best sleep the last few nights.' she praised. 'Oh good, you know why?' he inquired. 'No idea, just so relaxed once I lay in bed for some reason.' she noted. 'Must be something in the air, I've been sleeping great too.' he realized. 'So, band today?'' she was really telling him to attend more than asking if he had it. 'Yes mom.' was the only safe response. 'You going to Mr. Foreman's after that?' she sounded hopeful. 'No, he thinks since everyone can't attend that we should skip today. He has things to do Friday so Saturday we're all going over to help him.' Mark explained. 'Oh good.' she noted. Shyly she asked, 'And are you seeing Peyton in the meantime?' He could feel his cheeks glowing pink, 'Walking her to school this morning.' 'Oh my little boy is growing up so fast.' she gushed and he was glad that he was the only one to see it. He almost floated to Peyton's house. He was so excited to see her. She skipped up to him and hugged him tight. Her strawberry flavored lips were becoming his favorite flavor. 'Morning Mark, how are you today?' She had a nice tone to her voice this morning. 'I'm good now.' he said hoping to gain a certain smile. Smile, she did, 'So am I.'' she purred adorably. She took hold of his hand and they started towards where they would meet the others. 'So, you think everything will go smoothly today with our friends?' she asked. 'Sure. Bill and Tim settled things mostly. What could go wrong now?' Mark replied. That something was sibling rivalry. Every minute they were near each other, Bill and Melissia fought. Not even about anything, just snip snip snip. Mark could tell this was having a bad effect on Tim. Worse, upsetting Peyton. 'Why, why can't they get along?' She complained after band. 'I don't know. I have no siblings.' he advised. 'I don't either.' she lamented. 'Well, you have me.' he offered. She hugged his arm and pressed tightly along his side. He liked when she did that. Though he tried not to think about how nice it felt. 'I'm glad, I'm so happy you started walking me home after school.' 'I'm sorry it was under such bad circumstances.' he said ignoring how that happened. 'Yeah, but I think I'm good somehow.' she noted strangely. 'Mark?' she added. 'Yes Peyton?' he wondered what she was about to ask. 'My dad won't be home till later. Do you think I could come over to your place for a bit so I'm not alone?' she inquired. 'Oh, yeah it should be alright.' he agreed. She smiled so nice being so close. Her warmth on this cool fall afternoon was wonderful. He was just happy he was spending time with such a wonderful girl. He opened the door and showed her in. She slipped off her shoes and took off her jacket. She was so cute stretching up to hang it on one of the hooks. 'Did you want a drink or anything?' he asked. 'Yes please.' she replied walking into the living room. 'Lemonade?' he offered going into the kitchen. 'Water would be good.' she answered. He poured the water. His heart was racing. He had never been alone with a girl like this before. Then his heart froze, 'You have tiny women?' she asked. Oh god he thought, she found her mother. He stepped into the living room and she turned to look at him. There was an intriguing aspect to her expression. Her body was tilted in a strangely appealing S-like shape. 'Please, I'll do as you want, just don't make me small too.'' she said in a fearful tone that didn't match her alluring smile. She walked over oddly, like her hips suddenly needed more room to maneuver. He worried she was hurt but also really liked it. 'Fine you cruel boy, I'll pretend to be your girlfriend.' she whimpered. Then gave a very convincing French kiss. 'Fine we'll lay on the couch and make out to seal our deal.' she sounded worried yet didn't look worried. She pushed him towards the couch, Mark was so horny and confused. Was this what falling in love was like for boys his age? She took the glass from him. Sipped it and placed it on a coaster. Then guided him to lay down. His blood pounded as she climbed on top of him. Oh her mouth tasted so good and not just the strawberry lip chap. He held her hips like they were dancing. She moved like she was dancing and that felt so nice on him. He was a little worried she would notice he was erect again though. That might not have been the problem he thought it was as she grabbed his wrist and moved a hand off her hip and over her firm little round butt cheek. His mind was flooded with a new excitement. Sure he played with naked gorgeous tiny women. This was the first time he felt full sized pretty girl butt before. 'You cruel boy, fine I'll do that but you promise not to put me in that tank.' She kind of growled at him in an appealing way. He nodded, he wanted to know what he demanded of her. She pulled at his shirt. He was hesitant, he didn't want her to get disgusted at his big gut. His curiosity was too strong however and he lifted himself so she could pull the shirt off him. Then his mind was blown, she started undoing her blouse. Smooth soft skinned cleavage was quickly revealed. Like her mother she was well endowed and they looked even better full sized. His face was pulled into them and he sighed as heaven was rubbed against his features. She leaned back and stuck them out. Why was she reaching back? His heart leaped from his chest as her bra came off. Her hands grabbed his and pressed them over her bare boobs. He was surprised at how pointy her nipples were. Like they wanted him to touch them. His hands kneaded like they had a life of their own and Peyton gasped in that womanly appealing way. She curved her chest forward and he felt his mouth stretch up. Lips kissed her nipple and she made a happy whimper noise. His lips seem to need to part and he started sucking on the end of her boob. Her little hands raced through his hair. His tongue tried dancing with the nipple and she started grinding her body along his. Yeah, this cruel boy was getting what he wanted somehow. He moved his mouth over to the other firm mound and tried moving his own hands to that cute little wiggling butt on his own. Peyton's gasping seemed to say she liked that. He sure did, but was worried she might make his member go off with all that wonderful hip movement. Then he heard a new horrible thing he was demanding, 'Fine. How you can be so cruel Mark Tanner I'll never understand.' She slipped off him and her hip must really be out of sorts as it popped like crazy as she swayed over to the tank. 'Please don't struggle or he'll place me in there too.' she whimpered. He could see her stripping one of the tiny ladies. His penis jumped as he saw she had her own mother. She crawled upon the other end of the couch, 'You awful boy.' she whined at him in a mad tone. Then pressed her own mother between her full boobs. Then he couldn't believe it, little hands started undoing his belt. He lifted himself as Peyton struggled to pull down his pants. Then a soft warm hand cupped his penis as the other pulled down the front of his underwear. He almost fainted as Peyton pulled her mother from between her breasts and wrapped the shapley little woman around his erection. Mrs. Bell felt amazing pressed to his dick. But knowing Peyton was using her own delicate little hand to stroke her mother down there was intense. Peyton laid along his body. She leaned in close and whispered all sexy like, 'You cruel boy, does my mother feel good about your junk? You like me rubbing her down there?' 'Yes.' he answered softly, amazed Peyton was so calm about this. Not just calm but willing to do this. 'You should suck my breast, that's what a real mean boy would do.' She softly advised, then arched her chest to an easier angle to reach. His mouth gladly kissed the offered boob. Hand found her tight ass cheek. Mark felt like some sort of cruel giant king. Peyton started playing in his hair, which just added to that feeling. Faintly he could hear Mrs. Bell whimpering as Peyton continued stroking his dick with her. But even cruel kings have their limits, 'Peyton I'm going to cum.' he warned his supposed slave beauty. 'Fine, as you requested.' she falsely whined again. Dick tipped and Mrs. Bell was pushed slightly past the tip. She smiled beautifully at him as he felt his penis spit cum over her mother. 'You're sick, but if I have too.' Peyton stated. He watched as she lifted her cum covered mother to her mouth then took a big long lick up the front of her. Showed him what she gathered and amazingly in his mind, she swallowed it. 'Can I wash her off now you horrible monster.' He tried to sound mean, but it was hard after seeing that display, 'Yes you may, my pretty.' She stood up and walked away saying to her mother, 'I'm sorry, so sorry. He says he'll make me small too if I don't do as he wants.' Mark redressed. Then made sure he didn't mess on the couch. Nothing thank goodness, mom would have been pissed. Peyton returned and placed her mother back carefully in the tank. Still playing damsel in distress, 'What, lay with you. If I have too. Please let me dress first.' She did and laid along his side. Head rested wonderfully on his chest. He sighed hugging her close. Whispering, he had to know, 'Are you really OK with, you know?' She sighed, 'I shouldn't be should I. I should be upset with you. But I know she's safe. And there was just something exciting about touching you down there with her. So much power. I really like that.' 'It does feel good.' he sighed. 'Yeah.' she sighed back, cuddling close. She felt so right there. So warm. He liked that feeling almost as much as the sex stuff. It was a closeness that he liked. She seemed to like it too, closing her eyes to enjoy it. What a good idea he thought. His mother shook him to wake him like she did every school morning. He didn't remember going to bed. The last thing he remembered was laying with Peyton on the couch. 'Oh shit.' he barked in realization. 'Yes, but watch your language young man. You want to explain what I see here?' his mother was mad. 'Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Tanner. It's my fault.' Peyton started. 'Oh, really miss?' Mom huffed. 'See my mother has gone missing recently and I haven't slept well since. And well, besides my dad I only feel safe around Mark. So I asked, since my dad isn't home. If I could stay with him a while. Then I was so tired I got dizzy. So he held me safe so I could nap and he must have fallen asleep too.' 'Oh, are you the Peyton I've heard not enough about?' did she believe Peyton? 'Yes, sorry to meet you like this. Mark has been so nice and sweet to me. Makes me feel like a princess with a knight protector.' Peyton went on. 'He is a good boy.' his mom agreed. 'I should leave, I've caused you such distress.' Peyton offered. 'What time is your father home sweetie?' his mother asked. 'A little after eight, he teaches night classes at the University.' Peyton explained. 'Then why don't you stay for supper and Mark can walk you home after that. Let me get to know you dear.' his mother offered. 'Can I help with making supper?' Peyton asked. 'Yes, yes you can.' was strangely foreboding to Mark. They walked into the kitchen and started chatting. 'Can I help?' he asked from the couch slightly confused. 'No dear, we are having girl talk time. If you want you could dig out my sewing for me to do after supper.' his mother requested. 'Sewing, I sew. What are you making?' Peyton asked and it soon sounded like she would be staying for a while after supper. Which was nice and scary at the same time. It worked out well though. Mom and Peyton got along. Chatting about food preparation and that transfered over to a show they both watched. Mark was happy they seem to get along. Then he wondered if he should be worried that they were getting along. Strangely he didn't seem to be any part of their conversation. As the person they had mutually connected with, he thought he'd get no end of teasing by the two top ladies in his life. After supper he was regulated to dishes while they talked doll fashion at the table over herbal teas. They even started pinning out some patterns. 'It is almost eight, I should head home to be there before my dad does.' Peyton announced. 'You certainly should, sweetheart. Mark, walk our guest home please.' His mother requested what he was about to ask permission to do. 'Now, while all these disappearances are happening, any night your dad won't be home till late you are welcome to join us for supper.' Mark was happy to hear his mother say. 'Oh I couldn't be a bother.' Peyton countered the offer. His mother waved a finger at the pretty girl, 'No bother, I could use the nice girl company. Now head home now so your father doesn't worry.' 'OK, thank you again Miss. Tanner for supper and the company.' Peyton praised. 'Oh listen to you with the miss. If you don't leave soon I'll just make you a room and keep you myself.'' His mother teased. Mark hoped that was a tease and not something more sinister. 'Your mom is so nice.' Peyton said once they were outside. Mark liked hearing that, 'Yeah, she's the best mom.' 'My mom was always on about my grades and stuff. She cared, we didn't just hang out like that.' She added. That brought up a question Mark needed to ask, 'About your mom. You're not, you know, upset I have her tiny in a cage?' 'I am, or think I should be. But not that much. Like I said before I knew she was safe. And with you, even like that, she is.' Peyton tried to explain. 'You're not, say, going to tell anyone are you?' Mark worried. 'No.' then she snickered, 'Who would believe me.' She stopped and took his hands in hers, 'I like you Mark, a lot if you didn't notice. And I don't want to lose you over some strangeness. Besides, it was kind of thrilling to force my mother to hug your penis like that. She was so small and helpless even compared to my little hands.' 'You know, when we're alone we don't have to do things like that. We could just hang out.' he wanted her to know. 'Yeah, that's because you're a good boyfriend.' she said. Then rose and her lips started a very exciting kiss. 'But we can, and I want to see the expression on that bitch Cyder's face when I force her mouth over your pee hole and make her choke down all your cum.' Was a very exciting addition for him to hear. 'You really like doing that with me?' He wondered if this was more of Mr. Foreman's magic. 'I've always been one of the smallest kids in my class. Then with my mom being a teacher I was always seen as a little miss goodie-goodie. And I guess I am. But with you I'm safe and when we're alone I feel like I can be a little naughty and not get in trouble.' Peyton explained. 'OK.' That seemed like fair reasoning. Just, how did a big fat guy like him end up with a cute beauty like her. 'Can I ask you a question?' she softly requested. 'Ah, yes, of course.' He agreed. 'How are you shrinking them?' Peyton inquired. 'Mr. Foreman, he's a wizard.' Mark suddenly heard himself just blurting out. 'Really, like a real wizard?' She looked surprised. 'Yeah, magic house and everything.' What was wrong with me Mark questioned internally. 'So that means all four of you guys have tiny girls at home you do naughty things with.' She surmised correctly. 'Yeah, Peter even has Ms. Vale.' Why, why did he say that? In a very sexy purr like tone she then asked, 'Ohh, so, do you guys borrow them or are what you have what you get?' 'We mentioned maybe trading for weekends or things.' he just couldn't stop himself. 'Well, here we are.' She pointed to her home. 'Yeah, oh please don't tell anybody about this.' he begged. 'Oh, it'll be our little secret, my big strong protector.' she talked in that hot tone again. Then kissed him deeply. As she hung off him she added, 'Unless my mother asks, then you are a big mean boy using me for his fun. If I don't behave, you make me small too.' All he could muster to say was, 'Oh, OK.' He watched as she walked to her door. Worried she had done something to her hip. Though it did make her walking away so appealing. She waved at him all friendly like then slipped inside her house. He was a mix of emotions. If the guys learned he told Peyton what was happening they would kill him. But those deep blue eyes just made him talk. And how did she know about the threat to her mother, or was that just an idea she came up with that just aligned with his? Oh, he hoped she wouldn't tell anyone. Oh, would Mr. Foreman know he told her with his mind magic? Oh but that tone she used was so exciting. He made it in the house and his mother was sitting at the table, 'Come here Mark.' That was the upset tone. 'Look, I know I should have asked before I brought her here.' Mark started his defense. 'Yes, yes you should. But I'm wondering, did she see the pets?' His mother demanded. 'Well, yes. Yes she did.' he honestly answered. 'And what did she think they were.' his mother requested. 'She, she knew what they were.' he bowed his head feeling guilty. 'So, she's a threat to our collection.' she said as a matter of fact. 'No, she promises not to tell anyone.' he defended Peyton. 'Oh my poor boy, I know she's pretty and acted all sweet but she's a blond. I think we should go over to Mr. Foreman's right now and have her added to your collection just to be safe.' His mother said as she started to rise. 'No, I know she won't tell anyone.' he stood in his mother's way. 'Oh, because she promised and fluttered her pretty eyelashes at you?' she said, clearly worried. 'No, she rubbed her mother on my penis when she found out.' he slipped out. 'Oh, oh oh my.' His mother stammered and landed back in her seat. 'I didn't think you two would be doing such things yet.' she rambled out. 'We, well we weren't. Then she saw them and gotten, excited about the idea.' Mark reasoned, he still wasn't sure why she did that. 'Huh, her mother and, oh no, don't try to reason that out it just makes you picture what you don't want to picture.' his mother was clearly thinking out loud. 'So, you see, she's not going to tell anyone.' Mark hoped that reasoned out. 'Maybe, but you should tell Mr. Foreman just in case.' his mother advised. 'I will.' he said, not sure if he would. 'Alright, it's sort of late. Why don't you take a couple of ladies into your room and get ready for bed.' she told him. 'Yes Mom.' he didn't argue. He walked over to the cage and could resist grabbing Mrs. Bell and Cyder. He carried them to his room in one hand. Pressing their boobs together. Mrs. Bell's pair almost took over Cyder's own nice ones. They looked so hot in their little cowgirl outfits. He dropped them on his bed and Mrs. Bell wrapped her arms around that cheer tramp Cyder like she would protect her. 'Now kiss.' he demanded as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt. 'Mark, you can't expect.' Mrs. Bell started. 'Kiss her or the next time I order you to kiss someone it will be Peyton.' he lied. Though the idea that Peyton would approve of his deception added an extra touch of delight. Cyder doesn't get to voice a protest. Mrs. Bell jams her tongue into the cheerleader's mouth. 'Make it hot.' he commands. Mrs. Bell's hands start grabbing Cyder's round little ass. She practically pins the struggling younger woman to the bed to protect her daughter. Mark undo his pants he decrees, 'Now strip her.' Cyder frantically slaps at the former teacher's hands but her tied plaid shirt is undone. Mrs. Bell flipped her and pinned her to the bed and pulled the top and vest from the young fit body. She braces a knee behind Cyder's shoulder blades and then unhooks the skirt. Pushing the jean-like material down the cheerleader’s sculpt legs. Making another trip down those shapely limbs to remove her little white panties. Mrs. Bell moves away from the now naked former student. Cyder rolled over onto her butt and attempted to cover herself. Mark reached down and grabbed the girl. 'Now you, sexy.' he says. His mighty fingers overpower the popular girl's limbs and felt her at his leisure. The shapely blond woman reaches back and undid her own skirt. She rolls her alluring hips and slowly lowers the tight skirt. Tantalizingly, the skirt was slipped away. She reached up and unties her own shirt. Seems the cowgirl outfit didn't come with a bra. Every Time he saw Mrs. Bell boobs it was better than the last. Thumbs hooked her panties and she revealed her bare little womanly slit. He grabs the naked woman and represses them together. It looks even better with them naked. He settles onto his bed in a deep reclined position, practically laying down. He's hard from watching Mrs. Bell force-stripping Cyder. He drapes his favorite toy along its length. Then presses Cyder into it's tip, 'Rub your face and boobs right there.' he commanded. Cyder looked so pleadingly at him. Then helplessly shuttered and cringed visibly as her body started rubbing the top of his manhood. He then wrapped his hand around Mrs. Bell. Stretching those long shapely legs around his shaft. Pressing those big tits into his sensitive skin. He sighs, she is trembling and that felt wonderful. He reaches into his night stand. A little bottle tip makes the gorgeous beauty strapped to his penis by his hand whimper autibly. A slight squeeze and a clear cool gel fills her sexuality. It's thrilling to hear her begging, 'No, no Mark. No please!' This was generated by just the mere touch of his pinky. He rolls that finger and the trapped mini woman gasps and whimpers. Her little slit opens and slowly his touch enters her. He can feel her attempting to buck and squirm away from his insertion. But the gel allows him to penetrate. He started pumping little twitches quickly. She grunts oh and ah sounds as he enjoys her body grinding and rubbing along his dick. He's excited, lewdly he cheers himself on, 'I'm fucking Mrs. Bell, I'm fucking you hard!' 'It's so big! Too big, too big!' She replies amusingly. 'Tell me you like it or Peyton will learn how big it is.' he lied. 'Oh oh, It feels good! It feels good!' She lied so appealingly. She continued to moan fake praise as he fingered that little pussy. Lustfully savoring the use of that helpless woman. Cheered along by Cyder's physical struggles to stimulate his very tip. Two of the loveliest blonds from school that were his to enjoy over and over again like living toys. The sights and sounds were too much. He pulls his finger out and just strokes his painful erection with his dream teacher. His now free hand pins the tramp cheerleader around his tip and rolls her shapely body there. Faster and faster, Mrs. Bell's form delights his manhood. He drops Cyder before his tip and she starts to whimper till her face is enveloped in his blasting cum. She tries to cough, instead repeated thick white streams spatter her efforts. The whole time Mrs. Bell shuttered in defeat still wrapped to his shaft. He wipes his tip with that curvy shape. Sandwiching them together spunk to spunk and placing them on some tissues. Pulls on his PJ bottoms and takes them to be rinsed off before he places them away. There he takes the opportunity to freshen up for bed. 'Night Mom.' he says, placing them away. His mother came over and hugged him tight. 'Night my sweet boy.' He wanders to his bed. Curled under blankets his want for sleep is well and deeply granted. |
1693010824 | MrForeman17 | Tony Miles was bored of the game. He thinks about heading to bed. Then he sighs, he wasn't quite ready yet. Yvonne only went to bed a short while ago and was likely still up. And that would just likely be her whining about Ayako again. His wife was so insecure about that nubile young Asian woman. Those legs and that ass would be a nice thing to crawl under the blankets with. Not that he wasn't happy with his wife. Despite three kids in quick succession, she was still quite the shapely lovely woman. Just a new model would be a nice break from his wife's nagging about him looking at younger women. Great, now he was imagining working a little late with his sweet lithe submissive new assistant. He had gotten a little stiff. And the way Yvonne had been going on and on about wanting this and that he should do that it was unlikely she would do a little wifey duties tonight. He had an idea of what could solve that lower issue. But could he get them without waking Bill. His son had been rewarded with shrunken down beauties. Two of the busty trio from his eldest's cheer team. Yeah, they would do well, as they should have been doing all along. He slipped quietly to his son's room. Why couldn't more girls be like Sheila had been. That little teen babysitter tart was perfect. Hot little blond number that would let you go to town for a little extra cash. Best was how she always would whimper, 'Please Mr. Miles, not this time.' Oh yeah, bend over, again this time. Likely she would still be on call if that idiot Hank hadn't let that cow of a wife catch him getting a little after service service. Course what type of idiot gets the babysitter to suck him off in his own driveway just after dropping the wife home. Slowly he turns the knob on Bill's door. Slowly he moves over to the cage. Little cupcakes are still awake, trembling as they see him approach. Just in towels, his health boy likely made them serve his loins before bed himself. He tugs the door open and starts reaching in. 'Huh, what? Who?' Bill sleepily whimpers. 'Shh, It's just me. I thought I'd have Donna and Helen work my cock before I went to bed.' he softly advises his great kid. 'Oh, sure. Have fun dad.' his boy says before turning over and laying back down. He pushed his those two busty mini treats so he can pull them out in one hand. He considers the Asian. But leaves her as the titty teens grinding his erection was what he was looking forward too. He would have to remind Bill of Gabriel. If he could get that rack then the set would be complete. Tony slips out a little annoyed that that old creepy man wasn't going to have his boy over to help and give him another tiny beauty. Wasn't just members of Amy's cheer team he was hoping his boy would be rewarded with. But Melissia's dance team had some nicely blooming nubile beauties for them to play with too. Man, their begging was a real rush. 'Please Mr. Miles help us.' and 'Mr. Miles please don't do things to us.' He liked being a horny giant. He had considered having them call him master or the like. No, having them begging Mr. Miles was exactly what he liked hearing. He drops them into a clear glass vase with colored glass beads in it. He wanted to freshen his drink before he got them started. They were so helpless, trapped in such a fragile and small container. To them it might as well have been a steel cage. He enters the kitchen. He never outgrew his enjoyment of a little too much rum in some dry ginger ale. Over ice just made it nice. He places his drink in easy reach, Opens his pants and exposes his hardening manhood. He partakes in a minute of watching the two towel clad trapped girls cringe and cower as they stare worry faced at his groin. He reached into the vase and pulled that Strawberry blond out. Pulling her towel away despite her clinging hard to that covering. He holds it before her and drops it to the couch. Oh that pleading pouty lip expression was delectable. He placed little bountiful chested Helen beside his erection. A finger between her shoulder blades pressed those amazingly firm big mounds into his shaft. Wiggling that finger dragged them back and forth. Held so close that pretty face was made to nuzzle too. 'Lick Helen, lick. If I don't feel that little tongue I'll get mean.'' he taunts. She shutters, then reaches her mouth over and licks. For just a little thing but it feels like a big delight. She's been small long enough to know to hug those sweater stretchers and grind herself into his manhood. He reaches in and nabs Donna. The dark brown haired lovely squirmed. Her figure squirming wrapped in his fist is such a rush. She's not paying attention as her failing efforts to escape his grip slips her towel from her luscious body. 'Please Mr. Miles, don't do this. Please don't make me touch your penis.' He actually shutters, her delicious whimpering was just so savory. She was Bill's newest plaything, still learning begging just made her more fun to enjoy. His finger presses her to the opposite side of his hard cock. Little lower between her shoulders then he had puppeted Helen, another finger fixes the one problem of her face not being made to kiss his dick skin. She has such nice silky hair. 'Oh, Donna, your face should have been rubbing my cock long before now. Kiss it, kiss my cock. Be good like Helen and rub those tits into my dick. I want you to kiss and lick like Helen. Unless you want me to play mean. Oh please get me to play mean.' He taunts. Nope, she obeys. Like Helen before her, Donna hugged herself tight and rubs mouth watering tits into his cock. Little lovely lips kiss his shaft. He's tempted to order her to lick, it's just the show of her pressing those tiny cock pillows pressed into his skin has an appeal to it. 'Stand girls, stand and really rub those man pleasing little bodies against my cock. Keep kissing and lick, I like how that looks.' He commands. They wiggle themselves up his shaft. Clearly standing in a giant's lap was more difficult then he would have thought. Not that he mind as that made them press tight to his shaft. He had consider that they should be using those curvy bodies together to please him for a while now. So this was their proper life now. He lifted his drink and sipped it. It was amazing how having his dick pleasured by two five or so inch girls just made the game more interesting. It would be a while before it would be done. Yeah, he could just sit here and see who wins. Well, besides him. He was winning already. He strokes their fit little bodies. Toned legs. Firm asses. Even the smooth skin down their backs is just captivating. As actively built as they were, loving his giant cock still was an effort. Soon he's enjoying the song of their gasping, sighing, and grunts of their pleasing efforts. A different sound tells of someone up. Being caught pants down on the living room couch might be bad. He pulls his pants close and traps the two inside. Oh, the two teens pinned tight inside his pants along his shaft was a new delight. 'Dad, your still up?' Amy said sleepily. He was glad he did up his pants. 'Yes Princess. Just enjoying the game. You should go back to bed.' he notes. Trying not to sound too aroused at his lap dancers. 'Yes, I just need to go pee.' his oldest mumbles. He waits till she wanders back to her room. Giving her time to slip back to sleep. Tony happily opens his pants back up. Must had been warm trapped in his pants as the two girls now had a very appealing shine on their skin. They looked up from hugging his erection, just as he was about to order them to continue, they went back to body loving his cock. Tony went back to stroking their working forms. Giving them a little help stroking his length from time to time. Pressing a few fingers around one of their curvy forms and slowly dragging one or the other up to his tip. A little roll of one of their ample sets on his tip felt amazing. Washing down the savory taste of their sexual torment with a sip of his drink. Game ended with his team on top. Meaning he should head to bed. He stretched his hand around both girls and his post. Oh the ecstasy of them whimpering as he slowly traveled them up and down his length. A delicious whined grunt on his down stroke was perfect. Tony wondered if he could convince Bill to get their third and give his cock full busty coverage. Then there was Melissia's dance troupe cuties. Slender girly things that would be easier to wrap his hand around a group of and stroke his cock with. Oh so many possible playthings. All those dance, gymnastics, and cheer classes were now becoming worth every penny he spent on them. Top heavy mini cheer bodies do their magic like they always should have. He caps his dick and allows his cum to flow over both busty tiny beauties. Tits just begging to get cum sprayed on them a few days ago are not drenched in it. Faces are perfect little pretty targets. He admires how his cum looks, coating features and mounds. He snickers at his new power. Downing the last of his drink in salute to that power. Tissues clean his groin to be able to close his pants. He slips into his son's room and pours the two girls back into that wonderful cage. Then to the bathroom to freshen up. He considers, if this Mr. Foreman would give out such wonderful playthings for a little moved wood or as Halloween treats, likely there was a financial arrangement they could settle on. He just couldn't decide if he should approach through Bill or on his own. He didn't want to end Bill's fruitful arrangement. He's still plotting out his approach to the strange old man when he enters his bedroom. Stripping for bed his wife sits up, 'You decide what Bill should have added to his chore list?' 'I said I think he's fine.' Tony counters the question. 'Both girls have twice the activities while also having more things they have to do here.' she nags. Tony didn't want to limit Bill's time. The more he helped Mr. Foreman the more games would be fun to just sit and watch. 'Yes, but all their friends are in their activities. Bill's friends aren't. He needs time to see his friends.' 'That isn't fair.' Yvonne looks to be starting her own favorite hobby, pestering him about foolish things. 'Look, I'm tired. I don't want to talk about this now.' he decries. 'But when, I've been asking about this for a while and you just keep delaying.' his wife pushed. He loved her but she could push his buttons sometimes. 'When I decide it's time for him to do more. That's it, final.' he growls. She gives that look. That, you're being obnoxious look. He hates that look, even though that usually meant she would hold up for now. And she did. 'OK, we'll talk about this more tomorrow.' And she lays back down. He slips into bed with her. She snuggles into him. He wraps an arm around her and she pulls his hand to her heart and that ample cleavage. Yeah, his wife was still hot, if a little naggy. He falls to sleep wishing she was a little firmer like she was in her youth. |
1693010827 | MrForeman18 | Crystal was mad at herself. No, that was a lie, she wanted to be mad at herself. And she wanted to be mad at herself because she liked that sweet little golden haired girl. She knew from her history she shouldn't. Peyton was just such a little bundle of sunshine. Crystal should have been mad to find the girl curled up with her baby boy after they clearly had done things they shouldn't have. It was the fact that a girl that pretty of face and body wanted to do things they shouldn't with her handsome but robust little boy somehow just made that seem OK. She was well aware her Mark was the target of mockery due to his rotund body shape. Girls like Peyton don't usually see past that. That little sunshine haired pretty did however. Saw him for the wonderful boy Crystal knew he was. As long as they were being careful she just couldn't get mad. It wasn't an act either. They didn't talk about Mark. But when the girl thought he wasn't looking, that usually red flag would smile longingly at Crystal's great boy. A smile of actual affection. A smile not to tempt him, but one tempted by him. Crystal wanted to hate that blond girl for that, but couldn't. Then she helped with supper. Not dicing one thing while Crystal did all the work. No, Peyton was prepping and adding in turn with Crystal. They worked well together. She was almost like she would have wanted for her own daughter. Wonderful sense of humor and so sweet. So annoyingly perfect, but not obnoxious about it. Then she was so fun to start prepping to make outfits with. The girl had lied, but it was to match Crystal's own lie. So could she really be mad? They both pretended it was for dolls. Peyton clearly could see they were little women. And she knew that as well. They both agreed in silence to pretend they were dolls. The slight slips that they might be more than that told Peyton saw they as Mark's proper rewards, Crystal cleans up her sewing prep. It was late and she should be headed to bed. Her annoyance with herself would have to be settled first. Those dolls as they were referred too would help with that. Crystal was really enjoying having access to them almost as much as her boy did. Peyton's mother felt good to play with, and she would be best for easing that desire to hate her sweet little daughter. The teen blond would make a passing tormenting stand-in for Peyton. Oddly, she had no real desire to use that girl in the way she was about to use this girl. Crystal however did look forward to the torment this pretended would cause the doll sized mother. Crystal was going to leave the two unnamed pretty dolls. If she had them too, she could expand her play if she got the urge. Better to bring them along incase. She would hate to pause her fun to come get them later. In her bedroom she stood over them and stripped. Even though they cower on her bed below her, Crystal knows they are also looking at her naked form in disgust. Them in their obnoxious little waisted figures with firm non-sagging breasts and toned round non-jiggly ass cheeks. They likely had thought they were so much better than women like her. Now look at them, living toys for her wonderful son. She again praised him for his willingness to share with his mother. Crystal grabbed little perfect body Mrs. Bell. 'Hmm, you have such a lovely daughter.' she purrs at the little leggy woman. Crystal loved the pretty face's scared, worried look. As she tugged open that little tied shut red plaid shirt she teased further, 'Oh I can't wait for you to be a bad little play thing so Mark and I can add that little pretty thing to our collection.' This brought out that familiar request, 'Please don't abuse my little girl. The things your son made her do already were monstrous.' Oh the submission of a woman that would have seen Crystal as a lesser being due to her body's genetics. Better than the sweetest wine. 'Oh, I have such plans for her. I think I'll show you.' Crystal lied pulling the skirt off those legs. Crystal honestly hoped to get to know little Peyton better; she had made such a great impression. Now naked she dropped the woman and grabbed the tiny teen by her perfect little ankle. Crystal dangles the pretty thing before her former teacher. 'Oh I'd of course strip her first.' Crystal slips two fingers into the hanging girl's shirt and spreads them, pulling the slip knot apart with ease. Pulling it off it's torso. She playfully wiggles the upside down girl, 'Oh, not quite as blessed as your little busty dear is she. Still, as an example she'll do won't she.' 'Please, Cyder never did anything to you. She's just a girl.' Why was that pleading such a rush Crystal wondered. A little disappointed Mr. Foreman wouldn't let her earn a few tiny men. A masculine pleading voice would just make her wet her bed. Crystal starts pulling the jean skirt off the girl. It yelps as it is still fashioned and tighty around it's shapely waist. Shapely but still slender. And a tight squeeze for the garment still is able to pop over them. 'Oh but she's the best stand-in I have for sweet little Peyton. Ahh, but once you slip up she'll fill my thirsty lonely pussy so nicely, hmm those curves.' Crystal drinks in the expression of that model-like woman. Slowly she tugs the little white panties from the upside down girl. Trading held calves to keep dangling the pretty young thing before her former educator. Little Mrs. Bell pleads again to protect the girl, 'Ms. Tanner, you know that's wrong. She's just a girl, Cyder has never done anything to you or Mark.' 'Huh, are you trying to deny me my fun? Maybe it is time for shapely little Peyton to become part of Mark's collection. Or should I enjoy this little tramp?' Crystal taunts. Finding herself feeling a little guilty on Peyton's behalf, marveling at the impact meeting that nice young woman had on her. That guilt is overshadowed as the woman turns away and sacrifices the dangling blond slut with, 'No you should enjoy the tramp.' Crystal openly laughs at the defeated curvy tiny woman. Circling the teen around the target of her tormenting, Crystal climbed into bed. She lifted the woman and threatened joyously, 'Now you be a very good little blond pretty and make me feel so good or what I do to this little thing I'll do next you your sweet little Peyton.' 'Yes, fine, anything. Just please don't hurt my little girl.' the tiny woman perfectly begged. 'Fine, what's your first name again?' Crystal questioned lifting the teen up over her mouth. 'Marcia, what are you doing to Cyder?' Mrs. Bell questioned. 'Well Marcia, for what I want little Cyder here should be at least slightly lubed up.' Crystal noted before slipping the screaming teen into her mouth. Oh what a strange rush. The squirming nuble form trapped in her cheeks. She giggled cruelly as her tongue slopped and rolled the helpless form. Its smooth skin felt amazing. She filled her mouth with saliva while humming happily at the girl's sweet taste. Crystal pulled the soaked plaything out. It gasped desperately for air. 'Now Marcia, my baby boy likes how you feel down there doesn't he. So if you don't want to see me lube up your little girl like I did this one you'll start to like touching his little Mark. Really show him a good pet. Understand?' 'Yes, please just don't shrink my little girl.' so singly focused Crystal thought. 'OK, lets see how good of a little slut actress you are Marcia.' Crystal said lifting the former teacher. Wiggling those appealing curves between the hungry lips of her pussy. Alinged along her womanhood, Crystal waits to see how her slave performed. Crystal was not disappointed. Little body wiggled up to the tip of her womanhood. Tiny hands started massaging her clit. Sweet soft mini-lips began sucking and licking her spot. Crystal's hips pop at the performance. Marcia must really care for sweet Peyton. Crystal hoped she was as enthusiastic for her little boy. Crystal looks at the dangling pleading girl in her fingers. Snickering she retakes it into her mouth. Tongue paints her spit over that lithe lovely figure. Pulling a near dripping pretty from her mouth. Oh it screams so arousingly as she lowers it between her thighs. It begs her, it begs Marcia, it sees Crystal's wet canal starving for a little attention. Oh the wiggling as she struggles to not be pushed inside. Her fingers over power it's athletic form. She slips it in easily. Crystal is so aroused. A finger splits those little sculpted thighs and pushes the teen deep. Closing her thighs tight, trapping her inside her sexual cave. Crystal bucks again. The Teen panicked as she took the light away. That panic made it struggle wildly and unfocused in the hot wet dark. Crystal loved her magic vibrator, but there was also just so intensely delightful of just a bare trapped wiggling living mini person trapped inside her. Instinctively her internal muscles clench and release around that unintentionally pleasing little blond slut. Crystal's loins are on fire. She needed something to play with. She grabbed the unknown woman from her bed top. She tore open it's shirt. Pulling it down the arms attempting to keep it. Laughing like a cartoon witch as the fool tried to hold her little skirt on. Crystal's giant chubby fingers unhook the skirt and pull the zipper down as if those hands were not there. Crystal's fist caved around the scared woman's torso so she had easy access at those panties. Shapely legs kick aimlessly at her digits, both fail to stop her stripping. Crystal grabbed the woman by her calves. She had never in her life had the urge to go down on another woman. But after having that teen trapped in her mouth she now had that urge. She pulls those long toned legs wide apart as she hungrly smacks her mouth. Clamping her lips around the woman's ass and hips. Her tongue drags along that scared woman's exposed pussy. Crystal stops, a wonder hits her mind. Did that taste like she thought it tasted like? Her tongue fondles that tight cunt. Soon the terror struggling woman starts gasping in the same sounds Crystal had been making in reaction to Marcia and Teen's actions below. To Crystal's delight an unnatural flavor comes off the quickly accepting pussy. That wonderful Mr. Foreman had made this Honey haired beauty taste like the honey tart she was. Greedily she suckles the dangling moaning woman. Now she had a new question, did all the blonds taste as sweet. She grabbed the older unknown teen in a clawed grab. She must look crazed as the young woman almost freezes in her grasp. It made sense Crystal thought, she too would have froze if a giantess grabbed her while it looked to be chewing on a woman in it's mouth. Sure that savored woman was moaning in forced pleasure and not pain, but the image still had to be mind numbing. Crystal had to find out if more of the outfits peeled as easily. Simply undo of a knot under their annoyingly firm tits. Slip the red plaid shirt and it's attached frilled vest down its arms. A simple hook and loosening zipper on the mini jean skirt made it practically fall down those lovely legs. The panties pinched and they tug off like it was this slut's prom night. Crystal grabs the panting woman from her mouth and presses it firmly over her nipple and knead it there a couple times. It was spent and just laid nearly passed out on her tit bed. The girl now has her man luring legs spread. She screams now being brought to reality. Realizing that her exposed pussy was the next treat for that hungry giantess. Crystal taunts, 'Yummy yummy yummy.' as she pulls the girl toward her mouth. Greedily she licks her lips. His first long hard lick makes the blond slut make a fear filled oh sound. The second and that honey sweet flavor starts to sneak to Crystal's tongue. The oh sound starts becoming more confused and less scared. Hungry she finds it treating her taste buds and those confused ohs go into this tramps porn star moans. Crystal lays out over her bed. Her hand no longer has to hold her treat and wraps over the first still panting treat. Its pussy lubed and loosened she gets a cruel fun idea. Oh the enchantment as that husband stealer begs out, 'No please that won't fit.' But in the hands of a lustful giantess makes it fit. Rolling that slut form she pinches her nipple deep into the woman. Fingers slid down to it's hips. Simple wiggling of those fingers and she rapes that blond whore with her thrilled nipple. Sensations flooding her sexually Crystal knows she was some simple sensations to finish for the night. Legs parted and that teen attempted to wiggle around to that renewed light. Crystal's free hand grabs up it's legs before it manages to turn and works the shapley nimble body inside her. That girl who was well on her way to be a blond woman using people now found herself being used. Quicker Crystal worked it as she could almost hear it screaming in panic. Her thighs clamp around her own hand. Her pussy floods around her fingers and the girl in her giant climax. She doesn't want to drown Mark's pet but can't stop enjoying the wave of deep satisfaction. She spreads her legs as her body nearly faints. Her hand brings the teen out with it and just drops it on the wet spot made on her bed. She softly snickers in a sigh as she pushes Marcia out from where she had been working to protect her daughter. She tumbles out and lands in that sexually generated puddle. Then she popped the woman off her nipple, held in that hand she pressed that one to her oral treat and lazily held them on her belly till her body could move again. She added the two in hand to the two wet blonds. Grabbing her robe she covers herself. She grabs the tiny four and lazily threatens, 'You all be clean for Mark in the morning or you'll have trouble.' Then leaves them still soiled in their cage. Freshened up in the bathroom. She returns to her room and reluctantly changes her bedding. They were just too dirty by her fun to be usable for sleeping in. She makes an additional effort and takes what was planned to be a quick shower. Longer than expected, giving her mind time to wonder. Were only Mark’s pets sweetly flavored or had that nice Mr. Foreman gave all his gifts tastes. She wondered what they could be? She looked forward till Mark borrowed some, what treats she would taste as she played with others. Finally feeling clean she left the bathroom assigning hopeful flavors to different ethnic and hair colored beauties. Her fresh sheets felt that much better after a cleansing shower. Sure her hair would be a tangled mess in the morning, but maybe Mark's pet's little hands might be good at loosening those tangles too. Crystal didn’t think about that long. |
1693010830 | MrForeman19 | Tim awoke and was happy to see his collection of mini Latina beauties were already up and waiting for him cowering together. Of course if he actually set up the furniture for their cage they might have somewhere else to hang out besides their foam pad of a bed. 'Now if you girls pretend to like touching my junk I might give you more things to sit on. What do you say, grind your bodies against my penis for say a couch and TV?' Tim sees if he could bribe some service from his sexy pets. To his surprise they all looked at each other then back to him and nodded. Seems a few days just living trapped in a cage had made them desperate for a little entertainment. 'Fine, strip.' he tested this agreement. His dick got hard as all four slowly started stripping off their skimpy PJs. He was tempted to order them to hurry up, then remembered he was up early. So he let himself savor them exposing their boobs and pussies. Once naked he opened his cage. Greedily his hands reached in. Jenna and the reddish haired one in one hand. The one with long black hair and the short lighter brown haired one in the other. Reluctantly they were placed on his bed long enough for him to drop his shorts and get comfortable. He picked up the short haired one. 'You start on that side of my dick.' he said, placing her down. Oh the disgusted face she made just made it better when she cuddled along his length and began humping his dick. The red haired one on the other side didn't need a command to start grinding his shaft. Tim wanted a little more than what they were giving, 'No tongue no TV.' They surrendered oral attention. Tim hummed in delight, it was amazing how the feeling of tiny tongue lapping his dick skin felt. He grabbed Jenna next and placed her at the tip. She looked terrified at him and then draped herself over the end and began loving his tip. He watched those three beauties humping at his dick. This giant king sensation would never get old. Hot legs stroking his skin. Pump little boobs rubbed into his member. Pretty faces licked and kissed his penis with sexy mouths. He grabbed the black haired one. She was clearly so scared of him and he loved that. His finger approached and he could see she wanted to avoid it, bat it away even. Then he touched her silky skin. Firm boob under just one finger tip. He played with it, pressing it. Rolling his finger over it. Aroused, cold, maybe just from the fear raging through her body made her nipple pop up adding to his sexual amusement. Tim stroked her cheek, she was so hot looking. Hot and helpless in his hands. He slipped his touch down her body, over her boobs again then to her hip. His finger and thumb pressed the sides of her amazing leg. He slid his touch down and then up her sexy limb. Turning his hand to fondle the ass cheek at the top of her leg. He gave her exposed pussy a poke, oh she didn't like that. He pressed again and gave it a real feel. She gasped in discomfort. She might not like him touching her there, but she also could stop him from doing it. She couldn't tell him no. It was her body, she was too small. And she was his to play with. Tim didn't know if it was the sensations from three sexy mini bodies humping his dick or just a cruel want. All he knew was he wanted to lick that mocha skinned beauty, so he did. Not once either, over and over. Her bare skin felt amazing on his tongue. She whimpered in an exciting way as he sucked on her tits. Best, he didn't have to be careful of his spit. No, part of the appeal was slobbering all over that Latina doll. Excitement and sensations combined and he grunted. His cum was pumping and knocked Jenna back on her calves. Thick white gop spattering messily on her great boobs. It wasn't so bad to wake up early in the mornings for school now. Red and Short were pressed into Jenna's messy front and he took them and placed them in their home. Shutting them in. The black haired one said in her sexy accent, 'The TV and couch?' He looked at her and decided to have a little more fun, 'Since you couldn't wait till I got cleaned up after my fun you will only get one, maybe. But you have to wait till right before I head to school.' He did his morning routine wondering which he would leave them with. This brightened his day more. Simple things he controlled over them like seats and TVs. Anything they wanted was his whim to give to them or not. And now he knew they would perform for him if he bribed them with such rewards. He walked into the room. They too must have showered after his fun as they all stood wrapped in towels with those towel turbans going. He reached into the bag holding the furniture for the cage, 'Which hand?' He taunted. They looked at the black haired one. She must have been their leader somehow. He would have thought they would have been mad at her for losing one of their wants they worked for, but they looked more worried about talking to him. She looked troubled then clearly guessed, 'Right?' He lifted the box, 'Couch it is.' he mocked. They looked disappointed. It was so easy to assemble, really just screwing in its little legs. 'Enjoy.' he taunted more as he placed it in with them. They walked around like he gave them a new car. Rubbing the seat and looking so small enjoying that meager reward. Tim left his house and was met at his door by Peter, 'The girls aren't walking with us today. '' he said as Tim approached. 'Why not?' Tim asked. He wanted to see Melissia. Though their agreement yesterday made him a little relieved as well. 'We need to talk to Bill about constantly fighting with his sister.' Peter explained. 'Oh, you think that will fix anything?' Tim questioned as they started towards their usual meeting place. Peter shrugged, 'The girls are going to talk to Melissia. Maybe if they both understand the stress it's causing they will stop bickering.' 'They have been fighting their whole lives, do you really think one talk each will help?' Tim countered. 'A start maybe.' Peter was unusually optimistic. 'Hey guys.' Mark greeted them. Tim could see he was missing Peyton. They were getting close fast. 'Hey Mark,' they both replied. 'Guys, wait up.' Bill called out. He rushed to get to them, 'Man Tim you had me worried. But then I heard you broke up with Melissa and I was happy to know you came back to your senses. '' he said confidently. 'What, you broke up?' Mark said disappointed. 'Well, they weren't really together, don't worry buddy. I have your back. We'll find you a real girlfriend.' Bill was eagerly supportive. 'We had a fight, did she think we broke up?' Tim was confused. 'Well, she was crying on mom's shoulder and said you told her dance was stupid so I figured.' Bill explained. 'Really, her main hobby is stupid? Your going to be single your whole life with talk like that.' Peter scolded. 'She said D&D was useless. I just pointed out that dance was as well.' Tim could hear him failing to defend himself as he said the words. 'Gah, now what are we going to do? This was supposed to be us stopping Bill from being a jerk and now you're being a jerk. No offense Bill.' Mark explained. 'What, he's right dance is stupid. Wait, how am I a jerk?' Bill interjected. 'Constantly fighting with Melissia.' Peter explained. 'I don't constantly fight with Melissia. She is always starting fights with me.' Bill countered. 'Look, this could be a problem. The girls are not going to want to do things without Melissia.' Peter ignored Bill. 'So, no big deal.' Bill waived that point off. 'No girls means no us doing things like movies and such with them. No dates with Aoi for you.' Peter explained the dilemma. 'Oh, don't they have another friend Tim could date? Maybe we could get them to hang out with Vivian? She's cute with black hair.' Bill suggested. 'I could ask Peyton?' Mark said with a timid shrug. 'If that doesn't work do they get to suggest a replacement for us for Tim?' Peter made a point. One Bill missed, 'No, that would be stupid we all have been friends for years. 'Look, we had a fight. It will happen. We are supposed to talk today. Everything could just blow over.' Tim hopped out loud. That and arriving at school ended the debate. The good start of the day was lessened by morning at school. Nothing bad, just school really. Tim just rather be learning magic from Mr. Foreman. Or honestly, playing with his pets more. He was glad Mr. Foreman gave him that lesson with the tea, when his mind got distracted he found focusing on a small aspect like what the teacher was saying helped him not imagine tiny beauties crawling along his dick. Tim saw Melissia on his way to the cafeteria for lunch. He couldn't tell if she was mad or sad as her expression seemed to express both. What he knew was the girls wouldn't join them for lunch. He sat at the table. It was amusing how Mark and Peyton sat so they could look at each other from across the room. Tim found he even liked how they kept sending each other little messages in waves and winks. Mark gave the short haired blond another wave and noted, 'So Melissia is not ready to talk with you yet?' 'You tell me, you have more inside knowledge than I do.' Tim said a little harshly. Adding with a sigh, 'Sorry, didn't mean to get mad at you.' 'I understand.' Mark noted. 'You think the girls will not want to do things with you guys because of me?' Tim worried for his friend's happiness. 'As a group maybe. But I'm certain Peyton and I will continue to date. And don't tell Peter but Felicity has the hots for him.' Mark shared a clear secret. 'So I got thinking during math.' Bill told of his arrival. 'About fixing the fight between Tim and Melissa?' Mark asked. Bill looked confused, 'Oh no, that's not important I decided. Tim's a great guy, he'll just get a real girlfriend. No this weekend.' 'What about the weekend?' Peter asked, sitting down. 'Well, if it's OK with Mark's mom. Since we are helping Mr. Foreman Saturday, I thought we could then bring our pets over and have a sleepover. Then all day D&D on Sunday with sexy minis.' Bill explained his idea. 'So, like all our tiny women at one place?' Peter asked. 'Yeah, then we could swap around and make them play games and things?' Bill suggested. The idea of having access to a few of their pets like Mrs. Bell or Ms. Vale did have an appeal to it, Tim thought as Mark nodded saying, 'I could ask.' 'Well, go ahead.' Bill insisted. 'Right, I could just text and ask.' Mark noted. 'Anyone else notice we seemed to almost forget we had phones since Halloween?' Peter noted. 'Yeah, besides texting with Aoi I have hardly used mine this week.' Bill said with a shrug. 'Maybe we have had tiny distractions.' Tim taunted. They snickered at the slight joke, then nodded in agreement. 'Mom says she's OK with that, oh, if.' Mark said. 'If? If what?' Bill wondered. 'Guys, well. You know how we like to play with our new pets. Well, so does my mom.' Mark started. 'You mom has a penis?' Bill missed his point. 'No, but she likes to make them touch her down there.' Mark was clearly uncomfortable. Tim cringed at that mental image, Mark's rotund mother was not appealing to his mind. Bill oddly just nodded and confessed, 'Yeah, my dad likes to play with them too. The other night we cam all over my Asian using Helen and Donna to get ourselves off.' 'Dad sees them as little women, but still doesn't seem to get past things.' Peter sighed. Bill grabbed his shoulder. Oddly supportive of him this lunch he suggested, 'Maybe you just need the right tiny woman?' 'Maybe.' Peter faked a smile at Bill's effort. 'No, really. Just find out who he really likes. Then when Mr. Foreman is reaching in for your reward think of her and boom, there she'll be.' Bill advised. 'Really?' Peter questioned. 'Yeah, I have it down pat after Wednesday.' Bill said proudly. 'Hey, if you find a couple ladies he likes I'd be willing to think of one to help you out.' Mark offered. 'Really, you'd give up your reward to help my dad?' Peter looked like he was about to cry. Tim noted, 'Yes.' 'Of course.' Mark replied. Even Bill said, 'Man, if it gets him off the booze I'll do that.' 'Thanks guys.' Peter shuttered. Tim could see Peter wanted the focus off him as he gathered himself. Crying in the middle of the cafeteria wouldn't be a good look. 'Guys, my parents see my little ladies as rats or something.' This wonder was floating at the edges of his mind. Bill nodded, 'So do my mom and sisters. Must be part of whatever Mr. Foreman does to make them small.' 'Peyton sees them a little women.' Mark blurted out then covered his mouth and hid his head down. 'Wait, what?' Peter was distracted from their offer. 'Nothing.' Mark answered. 'But, you have her mom?' Bill sounded worried. Mark's cheeks suddenly grew bright pink. 'Oh what happened?' Bill eagerly requested. 'Nothing.' was Mark's response. 'No really.' Now Peter pushed. 'Nothing.' Mark's cheeks could light the entire room at this point. 'Guys, leave it. More importantly, she will not tell anyone what she saw?' Tim inquired. 'No, she promises.' Mark still couldn't look up. 'Are you sure?' Bill suddenly realized the danger. Mark nodded while nibbling his sandwich. 'I hope not.' Tim worried aloud. Peter sounded worried too but said, 'Distraction, what should we plan for Saturday night? Games, movies, fun things to do with our new little beauties?' 'Board games making them move the pieces would be fun?' Bill said, giving Peyton a sideways look. 'What outfits you guys have, maybe we could dress them alike or something?' Peter asked while also looking over at the blond too. 'Oh we could play strip poker only making them strip.' Bill suggested. Tim looked at his friend, 'I don't actually know how to play poker, do you?' 'Well, cards and huh. No.' Bill confessed. 'I know it's a kids game but watching them play and move the Trouble pieces could be fun.' Peter suggested. 'That might be a good way to pick who gets to play with who for the night. Winner picks first and so on.' Tim said thinking out loud. 'But by Saturday night we'll have eighteen, that doesn't divide evenly.' Bill advised. 'We could pick two, say Ms. Vale and Mrs. Bell as, I don't know, targets or prizes for other games.' Mark proposed. 'That would be a good idea. I don't want to play Trouble over and over.' Bill stated firmly. 'We need more games, Risk and Yahtzee takes too long. Clue wouldn't translate well.' Peter mused. 'We can talk about this later, lunch is almost done. I have a suggestion about outfits.' Bill advised. 'What?' Mark requested. 'We go to that cool store and buy some together. That way we can pick a color and have them in matching costumes or something.' Bill prompted. 'I don't know, that takes money.' Peter pointed out. 'Just ask your dad, I know mine will love new outfits to take off Helen or Donna.' Bill shared. 'My parents likely won't give me money for that either.' Tim backed Peter. 'Mom might, I'm not sure.' Mark said with a worried sigh. 'Just ask after school. Worse, we go for a bike ride later and plan out outfits for later nights.' Bill hinted. He clearly wanted to revisit the store. 'Yeah, I wouldn't mind visiting the store. I'll ask dad. After school.' Peter accepted. 'Fine, sure. Will be fun to go for a drive.' Tim added his vote. 'Yeah, at least one more ride before it gets too cold for bikes.' Mark agreed. 'OK, then we walk our girls home, sorry Tim, most of us do anyway. Drop off our bookbags. Then meet at the park and wheel over. Good?' Bill looked to confirm. Which they did. The afternoon dragged through. Learning about real magic and fairy sized beauties to play with made English and Physics seem boring to Tim's teenaged mind. Add to that the looming worry about possibly talking to Melissia after school made it hard to pay attention. Oh what would he say to the black haired cute girl. The last bell made him sigh in relief of his boredom. But he was hardly out of his last class when the anxiety of teenage romance hit him hard. Would she even want to talk to him after they fought yesterday? Would she attack D&D again? Should he point out the failing in her own hobbies again? Did he even want to date someone right now with all the Mr. Foreman stuff happening. He watched his friends leave with their paired lady. Peyton hugging Mark's arm. Their height difference was almost comical. Peter took Felicity's hand and they both blushed. Too shy to talk to each other while they were connected, too fond of each other to let go. Bill managed to find his better gentleman and took little Aoi's books today. Or maybe they were taking turns, that sadly was more likely with Bill. Either way it didn't stop him from doing all the talking. The little Asian girl didn't seem to mind however as she looked transfixed on her self-centered interest. 'Hey.' Melissia said as she came close. 'Hey.' Tim replied. 'About yesterday.'' They both started then stopped to allow the other to speak. Then seeing they were not speaking the both again started with, 'Look I'm.' then stopped again. Their opposite didn't speak so they both clearly thought they should go with, 'I just think.' then stopped. 'Go ahead.' Tim requested. 'I, I'm sorry.' Melissia said. 'That's OK. I am too. I was a bit mean about dance.' Tim replied. Melissia looked sad, 'No, not that. I think dating you while you're Bill's friend, playing silly games won't be good for me. I like you, a lot. But I think you're not what I want for a boyfriend right now. I didn't tell my friends I was doing this. I will later. Didn't want to ruin their walks home.' 'But, it was just a fight.' Tim mumbled. 'Yeah, but you compared D&D to dance like they were equal. And, well, clearly they are not. So, maybe some time later if you grow up more. But I want a guy that is mature, not still playing with little plastic figures and funny shaped dice. Sorry Tim.' Melissia said with tears starting to slip down her cheeks. 'I understand.' Tim wanted to say more. But what could he say? She wouldn't accept D&D and so decided not to accept him. He didn't see what would fix that or do more than be lashing out. Melissia stepped closer and Tim was certain she was thinking of hugging him. Then she shuttered and turned away heading to her home. He bit his lip to try not to be seen crying at school. He turned to walk around the block the long way. Otherwise he would have been right behind her for most of his walk home. The downfall of living so close. He got home and dropped off his books. 'What's wrong honey?' his mom asked. 'Oh, a girl I like doesn't like D&D and decided not to like me because of that.' he heard his voice crack. 'Oh, my poor boy.' she sighed and hugged him. As old as he was he still found a good mom hug helped ease some pains. 'Thanks mom.' he sighed, absorbing the affection. 'You want some grilled cheese and tomato?' she offered him some comfort food. He shook his head. 'No, I'm supposed to meet the guys and head to that pet store. I couldn't borrow a few bucks could I?' She smiled at him, 'OK, not a lot but some.' She then slit her eyes and advised, 'You better not get your heart broken every time you want to go to that store.' 'No, I promise. Besides I think I'll not bother with girls for a while.' he confessed. She snickered, 'Tim my son as your mother, I would love to not have to worry about you and girls. But as someone that knows, that's not how the real world works. You'll end up thinking about a new pretty girl sooner than you'd expect.' 'If you say so mom,' he agreed. Getting his hair messed. This drew a smile to his face. Tim went into his room and placed his backpack by his desk. He looked over at his cage. He cherished how the little ladies trembled at his mere presence. It made Tim wonder when he'd be able to cast the spell that made them that way himself. He fought the urge to play with them however. He figures he might have time with his friends walking girlfriends. However he wanted to take the time to savor them the next time he enjoyed them. Tim gathered his saved allowance and went outside. Taking his bike from the garage he drove to the park to meet his friends. Bill arrived first, he slipped off his bike and rushed over to Tim. Tim was not expecting his friend to hug him, 'Man I'm sorry. Don't worry you'll find a better girlfriend than my bitch sister.' 'You know I'm OK with it right? I'm not mad at Melissia.' Tim advised his friend. Bill held him by his shoulders. 'Yeah, sure you are. Sure you are.' 'Oh hey, how is Tim?' Peter's voice requested. 'He's in denial. But I think he'll get over her in time.' Bill gives his opinion. 'Don't worry buddy. You're a great guy, I'm sure you're going to find a girl soon too.' Peter gave his support. 'Hey guys.' Tim was happy to hear Mark arrive. He hoped that meant they would be on their way soon and he'd get a little less support. 'Hey, did you hear what my sister did?' Bill requested. 'Yeah, Payton shared the info.' Mark sighed, and Tim found his big friend wrapping his arm around his shoulders and giving him a supportive squeeze. 'Well, thanks guys. Glad to know I can count on you. Everyone ready to head to the store now?' Tim hoped to remind them of the reason for their gathering. 'Yeah, sorry guys but I'm not likely going to be able to buy all my, ahh. Hey, what should we call them in public.' Peter inquired. 'Minis?' Mark suggested. Bill shook his head, 'No, pets, less gaming material sounding.' 'Well either way, I don't have much to buy new costumes for mine.' Peter advises. 'That's alright. Maybe it'll give us ideas for when you do.' Tim suggested. They hopped on their bikes and headed to that questionable area strip mall. Tim just couldn't not see the double image that was both the empty storefront and the tiny people shop. Just as he's thinking he wished there was a place to lock their bikes up, a rack seemed to grow from the very concrete before the store. Both there and not as the shop it sat before. They locked up their bikes and Tim could see from the expression on Mark's face that he wasn't the only one having slight confusion with the dual status of this establishment. Peter and Bill however clearly had no recognition of the duality. The skin buzzing feeling electrified his skin. Tim's nose was delighted by the scent of freshly baked gingerbread. He could hear his friends breathing deep through their noses as they too enjoyed the greeting aura. Even with all the unnatural state of this place it still felt welcoming. 'Oh hello Boys,' Ms. Gale greeted them as well from a pile of cardboard boxes. 'Hello Ms. Gale.' they all say in unison. The old woman poked her head out from behind the pile of boxes. 'Sorry I can't show you about. But as you can see I'm up to my eyebrows with this delivery.' She noted cheerfully. Then Tim heard the lure, 'Hey, how would you boys like to earn a few outfits for your little pretties while helping a poor old lady get some stock out?' 'Hey, that's great. If we help Ms. Gale, we might be able to get the outfits we want for free.' Bill suggests. 'Yeah, let's do it.' Peter agrees. Tim shrugs and lets the sweet woman know, 'Sure Ms. Gale. We'll help you.' As his friends happily put away the miniature items Tim took at opportunity to get Ms. Gale away from the group. 'Why do you have so many things for just us?' She winked at him, 'I sell to more than you and yours. You think the projection only shows in one spot?' 'Wait, there are more kids with tiny ladies?' He gasped. 'Some kids, some adults. Some have tiny women, some have tiny men. One young lady likes to collect tiny animals. Hence all the little zoo-like cages.' Ms. Gale responds. 'So, there are more that do this?' Tim inquired. 'Did you think Mr. Foreman and myself were the last of mages? No sweet boy. You're being brought into a larger world. The apprentice of a respected elder, but don't you call him old.' she advised with a playful wink. He found himself excited. A chance to meet other wizards. Maybe make friends from around the world that could twist energies he's just started noticing all around him. An insight he just realized he was having. 'Do they shop here often?' 'Oh, a few times a week really. Most don't keep many mini people. A side entertainment to occasionally distract themselves from sometimes draining studies and work.' Ms. Gale explained. 'Oh, suppose.' Tim worried. Draining studies took the fun out of the idea of learning real magic. Ms. Gale's finger hooked his chin and lifted his head, 'Buck up Tim. Mr. Foreman knows all the best teaching techniques. You'll learn much easier than many other young magically touched. And when you get to the point of your own research you'll know what to look for and what to focus on. You will find through Mr. Foreman's methods you'll actually delight in study. He does.' 'Thanks Ms. Gale.' he accepted the older woman knew what she was talking about. Suddenly she was offering him a cookie, 'Your welcome Tim. Now go help your friend Peter. He's having a bit of trouble over in the play dioramas.' 'OK.' Tim takes the cookie and rushes over. Peter is there, staring at a doll house. The family displayed were dolls, as were the human figures on all the other playsets in this aisle. Though Tim knew what the real use was for the items inside. It wasn't that however that was Peter's focus from his expression. The mother and father dolls hugging behind the kid dolls, that seem to trigger something in his friend. His eyes were clearly struggling not to trickle tears. 'Hey Peter, you need a hand?' Tim asks softly. His worries taking away his volume. Peter's hand wipes his eyes, 'Oh ahh. Yeah, I just got distracted by that set. Man wouldn't it be fun to own a couple of these to play with our girls with.' Tim wanted to go with the attempted distraction. Peter had been ignoring the pain of his mother's abandonment since she ran off with that other man. It would be so easy to let him continue. But easy wasn't usually the best path when helping a friend. 'No, Peter. What is it really? You can talk to me.' Peter looked at him and gave a sad smile, 'She just disappeared. I went to school that day and came home to her just being gone. All her clothes and knickknacks. Those were the things she wanted. Not me. Leaving dad, already wounded, and taking his hope and drive. She took old frames but not one picture. Not of us, not of me. I just don't understand that.' Tim was reminded of his friend's strength. This release would have broken him, but Peter stood tall. Yes, his eyes were wet and his breath shuttered. His head however, held high. Shoulders back and his feet firm. 'She is wrong. She made a great mistake. You are a great friend and I am glad to know you. And your dad still has hope, you. Yes he's struggling, let he finds strength when he's doing something for his son. And I think he just needs time and he'll remember who he really is and you two will both be whole again.' Peter sighed heavily. 'OK, if you think that.' 'Yeah, you're too good for that bitch.' Bill cheered in his point. Peter turned and there was the rough edged friend. Standing behind him was Mark's head almost over Bill, looking to be near supportive tears himself. 'You need our help?' The robust friend offered. 'You're already doing it. Thanks.' Peter says with an unstable tone. They surround their hurting friend. Hugging him and seemingly holding him up. They stood there for a few minutes. 'OK, I'm good.' he told them and they stepped back nodding in agreement of support. 'You boys ready for a cookie break?' Ms. Gale calls over from a back corner of the store. Giving them the exit they needed since none knew where to go from here. They marched over and found all their favorite cookies waiting for them. Perfectly cool milk washes the treats down. The chocolate was rich. The ginger was almost warming. The shortbread melted in their mouths. The sweets ease their worry for their friend. The milk cooled that uncertainty. Their mutual support however was still strong. As if she could read their stomachs, just as they were finished with the cookies and milk Ms. Gale suggests, 'Well, as much as I'm enjoying the company. It is getting late in the afternoon, you boys should probably pick out your payments and head on home.' 'Yes Ms. Gale.' Mark answered for them. Peter looked at her and asked, 'Ms. Gale, is the store possibly looking for staff?' 'Well Peter, I'll think on it.' She said with a clear look of consideration. 'Well, I'd rather think about what we are going to dress our pets in tomorrow.' Bill gleefully advised. Standing and heading towards the clothes pegs. They all scan the outfits. Many a tempting ideas are discussed. Sexy Stewardesses, naughty nurses, skimpy school uniforms, spicy cheer uniforms, and teasing police uniforms all draw their imaginations. 'Oh, what about these ones?' Peter suggested holding up a one piece dress designed to resemble the mini skirted dresses on the original Star Trek. Knee high boots and leg displaying hosiery. 'Man, they would look good on them won't they.' Mark agreed. 'You know I am not a fan of that first show, but man I dig their lady uniforms.' Bill accepted. 'Fine then, do we all pick the same color?' Tim submitted to the group. 'Naa, I want the red ones.' Bill advised as he grabbed four of the crimson sexy uniforms. 'But, they are the uniforms of ones that get killed on away parties.' Peter advised. 'Or fall victim to the monster of the episode. And I plan on my sexy away team to meet up with my monster on many missions.' Bill crudely explained. 'Well, anyone mind if I pick blue then?' Peter requested. 'Sure I'll take yellow.' Mark advised. Tim grabbed his pick noting, 'Fine, I'll make mine wear the pink ones.' 'You know pink isn't an official uniform color.' Peter advised. 'He knows, it's not like we will be having them reenact scenes or something. No, their missions will have them encounter giants and other fun ways to take their uniforms off them.' Bill pointed out. Peter shrugged, 'Yeah, I suppose so.' 'Hey, since we're getting the outfits for free. Why don't we pick up a little extra fun.' Bill suggested. 'What?' Mark asked. Bill grabbed what looked like a nerf rifle off a wall. 'Lets each get one of these.' 'I don't know. I don't want to hurt my pets.' Mark worried. 'Right there in the bright gold circle, Guaranteed not to injure your targets. Think how fun it'll be having them run about the table as we take pop shots at them. We could even make them take a piece of clothing off with each hit or something.' Bill was clearly excited about the idea of shooting foam darts at his pets. Tim thought it might be something besides board games they could do. As he pulled down his pick asking, 'So, have we settled on calling them pets?' Peter shrugged and grabbed one advising, 'I think it is the most understandable yet secretive thing we could call them.' 'Guys, guns really?' Mark whimpered. 'Yeah, it'll be fine. Look, the store guarantees they are safe for using on our pets. Ms. Gale wouldn't say that if they weren't.' Tim hinted. 'OK, but if any get hurt we stop. Promise?' Mark insisted. 'Yeah.' they answered together. As they left Bill asked, 'What time are we meeting to go to Mr. Foreman's tomorrow?' 'I think we should get there about ten-ish?' Tim advised. 'Oh man, so we have to get up?' Bill complained. His friends started to debate that idea but Tim found himself distracted. A goldish flash caught his eye and he looked. There in the store stood a girl. Blonde hair that shimmered like spun gold. A face sweeter than the cookies from earlier. Her eyes were an emerald green shade like the sun shining through shading wind dancing leaves. She was wearing a knee length blue skirt of a light material with flowers made of string sewn along the bottom. A white blouse hung lightly off her shoulders with colors sewn along the collar. She walked like she had fairy wings and she only needed to bounce on her toes to flutter across the floor. She saw him looking, at least her face stopped in his direction. Then she blushed and looked away. Peeking back at him and making his heart flutter. 'Earth to Tim!' Bill broke his trance. 'Yeah what?' Tim asked, wanting to get back to his lovely distraction. 'Guess you want to wake up to meet at ten too?' Bill asked, sounding slightly annoyed. 'Yeah yeah, sure. Any of you know that girl?' he asked looking back into the store. But that angel was gone as fast as she had appeared. 'Ms. Gale?' Peter asked, sounding slightly worried. 'No, there was this strange girl.' Tim advised pressing himself against the window. But that just brought the empty storefront more into his focus. 'I don't see anyone else?' Bill noted sounding worried. 'Maybe a different customer?' Mark guessed. 'And how did she get in past us smart guy? Magic teleport from a different world?' Bill mocking teased. Tim looked at Mark. Mark shrugged a maybe I don't know shrug. Tim went back inside and rushed up to Ms. Gale, 'Is that girl still here?' he asked looking about hopefully. 'No, she got her supplies and left. She's a regular customer though.' Ms. Gale said with a glowing smile. 'What's her name?' Tim requested. 'Funny, that's what she asked about you. Dawn, her name is Dawn.' Ms. Gale answered. Tim's heart warmed, of course it was. What else could it have been with that glowing shining hair. 'Do you know when she'll come back?' 'No, but it's likely you two might cross paths here at some point.' Ms. Gale was beaming. Tim got the feeling she was enjoying this miss timed teen romance idea. 'Thanks anyways Ms. Gale.' he slumped. How would he get to meet that girl? He started to walk away. 'Tim?' Ms. Gale spoke. 'Yes?' he responded. She held out her hand. He placed his under and a cold clear crystal like stone landed in his palm. 'She thought you might want this.' 'Yeah, could I leave something for her?' he asked. 'Sure. What?' Ms. Gale looked sympathetic. 'Oh, yeah. I don't know.' Tim sighed. 'You will.' the older woman said with a wink. He left the store looking at the crystal. Like clear ice but not melting. It had a strange coolness. Comforting to him in a strange way. Like how his mind got drinking tea with Mr. Foreman. 'Why did Ms. Gale give you a rock? Are we all supposed to get rocks?' Bill wondered. 'No, just Tim. You shouldn't worry about it.' Mark interjected himself. Bill shrugged, 'Yeah alright. So, ten at Mr. Foreman's tomorrow?' Tim looked from the crystal, 'Yeah, ten.' Tim felt more like he was floating home then biking home. He said good bye to his friends and drove himself home. That shy smile she gave him distracted him all through supper and dishes. He found himself rubbing the smooth edges of the crystal as he watched TV with his parents. Those green eyes sparkling in his mind as he remembered over and over her floating light prancing steps. Tim floated away to his room, aware of his parents' amused whispers about his expression and actions. He was starstruck by a girl he only saw for a minute. He knew it was silly to be this hung up on her since he knew nothing about her. He still wondered what he should leave for Dawn when he next visited Ms. Gale's store. He placed the Crystal on his night stand and sighed at it. Then he readied for bed. He was to meet his friends at Mr. Foreman's gate tomorrow after all. Gaining another beauty to add to his cage. As distracted by the Magical beauty of that mysterious Dawn as he was. The remembrance of his caged beauties brought him back to current reality. One that included living pixie sized sexy girls to indulge with. Yes a little sexual releaf would help him go to sleep. 'Strip and you might earn a second bed.' he commanded the trembling sexy dolls. He watched as they all did as he requested. Grabbing two per hand and bringing them over to his bed. Laying on his stomach he spread them upon his pillow. 'Make out,' he commanded. Four of the prettiest girls he had ever seen looked scared at each other. Then crawled closer to their selected partners. Naked curvy bodies coiled along each other. Firm breasts pressed into each other. Sexy lips opened and tongues intertwined. Hands pulled their partners closer. They knew what he wanted as those same hands squeezed naked ass cheeks or stroked along toned desirable legs. Soon to his delight they seem to lose themselves in their performances. Like they had forgotten how they ended up on the giant pillow and gotten lost in the smooth skin contours and the sucklaunt mouths of their partners. He wanted to enjoy them but not break them apart. He wanted to try something. Grabbing the legs of the reddish haired one he lifted slightly while spreading them apart. This toppled her onto her partner, the long black haired one. This didn't stop them as that hot number just wrapped her alluring legs around his pick and greedily suckled those freckled breasts. Delighted with the view, Tim reached his mouth between those shapely mini-thighs. His tongue carefully stroked the tip along the Reddish Haired one's smooth womanhood. It gave a whimper, with a hint of sexy gasp. A sweet caramel flavor teased his tongue. Being a fan of caramel he began enjoying slightly firmer. Oh the sounds that Reddish haired one started making. Moaning arousingly as he savored her magically flavored pussy. Her sexy friend taking advantage of being pinned by her and fondling that body. It was so sexy. His hands reached in and the mini woman's bodies were his to touch. He didn't know what it was about this situation but both hot dolls more then accepted his affections. Suddenly the Reddish haired one exploded in amazing sounds and arched her spectacular figure. Her legs pressed his cheeks as her body curved up. Her tits pressed her partner's face. And the Long Black haired one looked happy to accept them. The Red howled in lustful pleasure. He released Red from his mouth and flipped them. Dragging Long Black down that panting lovely figure. Tim's hands spread those luscious legs and his mouth started greedily sucking that caramel slit. Long Black protested at first, then seemingly got distracted. Suckling Red's well massaged waiting pussy with her mouth. Tim rejoiced as Long Black hummed loudly as she devoured Red's cunt. His hands each picked a beauty and found his pets bodies loving his fondling in this situation. He felt so powerful as his second living plaything arched and roared 'YES MASTER!' Then just let out a short series of growling howls declaring his ownership of her pussy. Tim wanted to do the same to the other two. Honestly he would have loved to make them all lay about his pillow exhausted from him licking their spots. Like a panting tribute to his ownership of them. However his boyish lust overcame his alluring desire. He grabbed Jenna and the short haired Brunette and wrapped them around his raging erection. Their very presence eased the strain of the painful want. Better was when he started using them to stroke his painfully aroused penis. Up, down, up, down he massaged his inflamed dick with their curves. Oh they whimpered so wonderfully helplessly as he used them. He started growling as he used them. Showing them in a more cruel way he owned them. That he could bring them mass pleasure or use them to bring himself mass pleasure. If he had been thinking he might have moved the other two and showered them in his cum. Heck he might have doused his penis huggers as a reward to bring him to finish. No his mind screamed grab tissues and his free hand complied. Capping his tip as his body sang in that beyond happy sensation. He flopped back as his balls flooded the bundled tissues with his cum. He smiled as he gasped for breath. Thinking, Man owning shrunk women is the best. Eager to learn from the benefactor and earning more pretties as he did so. He tossed the moist tissues in his garbage. Then stood and put the four back into the cage. Pulling up his bottoms he left to get a drink and brush his teeth. He came back ready to go to sleep. The four sat on the couch looking up at him nervously. He huffed out a sigh. Bending down he grabbed the bag with the cage furniture. Keeping himself up later then his sexually appeased mind wanted he assembled four beds. He placed them in the bedroom areas and placed the original foam on one noting, 'You did good girls. You continue to do well and I might even set up your TV.' The chorus of 'Yes Master.' made his dick jump. And if he wasn't already mentally curled in bed he might have played again. He dropped blankets in for them. Likely inspired by their compliance of using his dictated title. 'Thank You Master.' Worrisome given in scared gratitude, was adding to the tempting idea of another round. Then the reminder of tomorrow's physical efforts followed by staying up late at their sleepover told Tim he needed to get to bed. 'Sleep pets, tomorrow is going to be a big day.' he advised. Turning he could hear them whisper but not what their little voices were saying. He slipped under his blankets. Turning off his light. Cage lights shined and he heard showers start. He turned to darken his view. But the sound of mini girl's showering didn't help tonight. His closed eyes kept bringing warm green eyes to his mind. He teased himself with the fact he was being foolish about a girl he hadn't even met. Still he couldn’t wait for Dawn to shine a smile at him again. |
1693010835 | MrForeman20 | Tim was awoken earlier than he usually would have liked to on a Saturday. He had agreed however to meet his friends at Mr. Foreman's. Another opportunity to add to his mini-lady pets. He honestly found himself hoping that a longer day helping would earn them maybe a little extra today. He was getting up later than a school day however. And made sure he'd have a little time to enjoy the already gifted pretty pets. He had an idea, a modification from last night's play. He stood in front of the cage, and they looked up like timid rabbits. 'Get naked.' he told them. And as helpless trapped little things they are, they obey. He gathered two per hand and brought them to the usual play area. He hooked his waistband and exposed his stiffening erection. Last night he had them make out with each other on his pillow, this time he had a firmer location. After laying back so his dick rests along his stomach he spreads their legs and he makes them straddle his dick. 'Make out now!' He cheered realizing this would likely become a common command. Same pairings from last night he noticed. The sensations of them scooting close together was wonderful. To his boyish delight he thinks he notices that Red and Long Black look more comfortable performing physical affection for his appreciation then Short Light Brown and Jenna were. Four sexy ladies kissing each other. Hands exploring their partner's naked appealing forms. Hot shapely legs press along his dick and as they grind together for his entertainment. Firm little bums dancing along his sensitive skin. To amuse himself he made his shaft jump. The riders yipped and caught themselves. Legs hugging tight to his manhood. Nervously they went back to his demanded instruction. He jostles them again and they timidly peek at him before again submitting to their new giant king and master. He reaches down and pushes Long Black so she's lying along the top half of his shaft. Silky raven strands delighting his dick tip. He simply snaps his fingers and points down. Red nods and reclines. Her front presses to his penis as her full pouty lips began suckling the presented pussy before her. Long Black liked this as she gasped and began rolling her back and shoulders along the top end of his cock. The sensations of these dual sexy ladies rubbing their hot bodies along much of his dick is exciting. Added greatly do to the sexual interaction they were performing at his command. Tim wanted more. Jenna is now pushed over. Her shoulders pillowed in his balls. Her long silky purple hair stimulated his sack. Another snap and Short Light Brunette reluctant nods and lowers her sexy slender form. Wanted or not Jenna always revived in being a focus of attention. And what was more of a focused attention then a girl made to suck her pussy. There was a display he wasn't expecting. Red's and Short's legs were intertwined. They curled and stroked along the other. Toned shapely limbs stroked each other. Rubbed at the sides of his dick as they playfully wrestled for space. He closes his eyes and leans his head back. Four sexually interacting mini hotties all laid along the length of his manhood. Amazing shapely bodies writhing and gyrating in erotic movements. Girlish voices gasping and moaning in arousal while loving on his dick. His hands reach down. They touch legs and breasts. The targets tremble at his power. His might. They are like living toys and he likes to play. He is their Master and he rejoices. He delights in the realization that he will at some point likely have too many ladies to sit along his dick. 'Yes!' Tim growls. Sounds like Red and Brunette had succeeded. Black and Jenna moaned in excited tones. Bodies arched hard along his hard on. He hums greedily as they slip from loud release to gasping aftermath. He snaps and waves his finger in a get up motion. They four return to sitting positions. Then he pushes Red over. Timidly Black showed she knew his next command as she slipped her body along his upper shaft and began returning the suckling favor to her crimson haired friend. He then tilts Brunette backward. Jenna, fearful of his colossal might, reluctantly lowers for her turn. Her leggy lower half straddles along the sides of his balls as far as she could stretch her luscious legs. Then he sighs, those fit limbs began servicing his bag in a massaging grinding method. He studies his new presentation. Brunette and Red are laying with their heads right beside each other. He follows his first thought. With a simple snap and pointing at them both. They nod while gasping and turn to face each other. Hands wrap around the other's head and lips are pressed together. Tim is enthralled to watch them make out while having their pussies eaten. Black started working at becoming his favorite. Gorgeous legs hug at his tip. Hips grind at his sensitive tip. Her tight round ass popped as he worked his head. Then at the other end Jenna reached her arms around and stroked at his lower shaft. As if competing Black stretched her arms out and massaged his upper shaft. Now an all hot lady orgy was in full swing on his dick. They moaned and cooed sexy sounds. Four sensual bodies rubbed and wiggled along his erection. There is just an overwhelming pleasure flood washing his thoughts from his mind. He arches back as the sensations seem to restrain him. His penis is painfully trembling in arousal. It's just too much for his mind. Then the dam breaks and he moans loudly. His cock bounces as he cums hard. His pets massage his length as if attempting to help him rid his dick of every last white drip. It's oddly a disappointment and a relief. After its effects are done he feels himself drop back down to the mattress and he lays there gasping hard. Slowly strength teases back into his limbs. Clumsily he finds his box of tissues and starts mopping off his stomach. He smiles, his four enslaved pretties were massaging any remaining reminders of the pain from his raging hard on. Likely in the hopes to earn some sort of gift or sympathy. He still liked the sweet jester. Thinking about maybe setting them up a TV, he could always take it away if they misbehaved later. Cleaned mostly off he gathers them off his wilting dick. Pulling his bottoms back up. He snickers as his legs stagger under his weight. Placing them in the cage. 'OK, good job. I'll think about possibly giving you the TV or something after I clean up.' He walks to the bathroom amused at their hopeful looks at the idea of an entertainment box. He rolls the idea around in his mind as he freshens up. Returning to his room he dresses for the day. Surrendering to the notion he pulls the TV box from the bag. Internally he mocks himself about getting soft but hearing the four of them nervously say in unison, 'Thank You Master.' does make Tim feel good. He pulls out the play uniforms and places them in the cage. Advising them, 'I want you wearing these this afternoon when I get home. Tonight we'll be hanging out with my friends and their pets. It's going to be fun, at least for us boys.' The scared, worried expressions made him wish he had more time this morning. He tops up their feed and notes he will need to get more soon. The idea of visiting the store brings emerald eyes and sun golden hair to his mind. He takes the crystal off his night stand so he can keep that sliver of connection close. He travels to the kitchen and pours a bowl of cereal for breakfast. 'You're up early?' his mother greets him. 'Yeah, the guys and I are going to travel over to Mr. Foreman's to help out again.' He advises. She shakes her head. 'I don't see what you see in those little critters. But if gaining them teaches you some work ethic I can't say no can I.' 'Well, you could. But I hope you won't.' he admits. She snickers at his joke. 'So, what would your dad and I have to pay you to do some clean up yard work here tomorrow?' 'Oh right. Ahh, I was hoping to spend the night at Mark's so we can play D&D all day tomorrow? I'll be taking my Critters with me.' he regretted forgetting to ask last night. 'Did you boys ask Crystal if that was OK?' his mother worried. He nodded, 'Yes, I just forgot to ask you and dad last night.' She nodded and started her teasing, 'I don't know. I might need your help tomorrow with the yard.' 'Please mom?' he begged. 'Fine, Wednesday if it's nice I'll be home early. You'll come straight home after school and we'll do it then. Deal?' she offered. 'If it's nice?' he questioned. 'Hmm, yeah. Maybe I might look at the basement. It could use a good cleaning out.' she joked. 'Wednesday, right afterschool.' he agreed before that mocking statement morphed into an actual idea in her brain. 'Deal, you be good for Crystal. I don't want to hear back of you misbehaving.' his mother warned. 'Yes, I will.' he said. Last thing he wanted was not to be allowed to hang out with Mark. She roughed his hair, 'You better or I'll have you working here everyday after school and you'll get no more of those critters.' As he ate he thought on the word critters. Maybe that was a better word then pets. People might get curious if they heard them talking about pets. Critters sounded more creepy and less inviting. He wasn't sure, deciding they could debate it while at Mr. Foreman's. Running late, Tim grabbed his bike from the garage to speed his trip to Mr. Foreman's. He snickered because as he turned onto the street Peter on his bike pulled up beside him. 'Running late too huh?' 'Yeah, hope the others aren't waiting for us.' Tim replied. Mark's large frame rolled around the corner in front of them. Then Bill called up from behind, 'Guys wait up.' They packed together to ride as a group. Mark questioned, 'Should we have called Mr. Foreman to let him know that we are coming this morning?' 'Oh yeah.' Peter agreed. 'I think it'll be fine.' Tim hoped. Afterall Mr. Foreman and Ms. Gale always just seem to know they were coming. Besides he kind of remembered the old man mentioning they should come over today. They arrived at his gate and as they stopped it slowly opened on its own. This still unnerved Tim. Mr. Foreman's voice barking at them, startled that feeling away, 'Well, what took you four so long. Bikes in the wagon and I'll haul them up the hill and you boys can get to work starting here.' 'What? Why are you taking our bikes?' Bill questioned. Mr. Foreman handed him some work gloves. 'Well since we'll likely be making trips up and down the hill I figured you didn't want to keep them down here by the gate unsupervised.' 'Oh, yeah. OK.' Bill agreed, taking the gloves. Bikes loaded, he looked at the four of them. 'OK you boys pull out any fallen branches and pile them here. When I get back down the hill we'll pile them in the wagon and take them up the hill to be dealt with later in the week.' 'Why not today?' Peter asked. Mr. Foreman waved his arm indicating the hill, 'Clearing the fallen from between the trees will take us the bulk of the day.' 'Oh, I suppose.' Peter said then sighed. There were a lot of tree areas to clean up. They all took the offered gloves and started pulling branches from between the trees. Mr. Foreman returned and pulled Mark from the fallen branch collecting to help him trim lower dead branches from the trees. The morning went quickly as they loaded and unloaded the piles of wood. The sky was gray and therefore cooled the day. Which Tim was grateful for. As even a warm early November day would have made this very sweaty work. Working even as a team of five it was clear today wouldn't be the end of fallen branch clean up. Not that they were not making good progress, it was just there was a lot of wooded area to Mr. Foreman's front yard. Then Tim sighed, this was just the front yard. The hill and the winding drive was more land than his house and both yards sat on. 'OK boys, lunch.' Mr. Foreman sudden announced as he stopped the ATV he was using to pull the wagon that carried them and the collected branches up to his house. 'Man, I just realized how hungry I am.' Mark stated. Bill looked at him. Instead of some slight tease he agreed, 'Now that it's been mentioned. Yeah I'm starving.' 'Well, down the hall to the right is the bathroom for you to wash up. Once you're done back this way and this door is the dining room. I'll have the food waiting there for us.' Mr. Foreman advised disappearing through the listed door. 'I hope he's washing up before making us food.' Peter said, watching the door swing back and forth. 'I'm sure, let's go.' Tim waved them on. Then realized to the right wasn't one door. Fingers crossed he picked one and found the bathroom. They took turns washing their hands then traveled back to the swing door. Inside was a sandwich feast. Piled on platters were sandwiches with bowls of chips about them with clear labels of what their flavors were. Tim quickly decided this was Ms. Gale's work as he expected Mr. Foreman wouldn't have bothered trimming the crust off their sandwiches for them. 'Man I hope he made roast beef.' Bill cheered as he rushed over to claim a seat. Of course there was roast beef. Also Ham and cheese, turkey club and whatever other sandwich trickled one of their fancy. They were offered cold soda while Mr. Foreman took Iced tea as his drink of choice. 'So, what are you going to do with all the branches?' Bill asked between bites. 'Cut them into a manageable size. Dry ones I'll use a kindling for my fireplace, wet will be sheltered by the barn to dry. Rotten clearly will be composted.' Mr. Foreman answered. 'You're going to have a lot of kindling.' Peter noted. 'I like fires in my fireplace. Helps my old bones during the cold of winter.' Mr. Foreman explained. He looked to be in a good mood. Maybe all the fresh air. 'So, are we going to do both yards?' Tim wondered. 'Not today. We'll be good to get half or more of the front cleared up. Been a few years since I had any help so it's a real mess.' the older man said, grabbing a sandwich and checking the contents between the bread slices. 'No, I meant over time.' Tim clarified. The man looked at him and smiled. 'Hope so, but that will depend on the weather. I have the feeling snow will be coming soon. And I'm not making you lads trudge through the trees in that mess.' 'Oh man, are you going to want us to shovel snow?' Bill worried. 'Nah, I pay a guy for that. He has a truck and a couple lads. Used to take me hours to do what they do in one. Pass those chips please Mr. South.' he told them. 'So, how will we earn more mini ladies then?' Bill worried. 'Huh, I don't know. Still need that room cleaned up. Suppose you won't visit this old man without the bribe of a tiny woman.' Mr. Foreman sounded almost disappointed. 'Well, that is why we're here. You get help, we get a mini girl.' Bill confessed. Mr. Foreman nodded and shrugged saying, 'I guess that makes sense.' 'Man, I'm going to miss getting new tiny girls.' Bill whined. 'I will need help around the house from time to time even while the ground is covered in snow. Just not several times a week like I can use now.' Mr. Foreman advised. 'So, will you call us or something?' Peter offered. 'Certainly.' the old man agreed. 'Great.' Bill cheered. 'We could still visit, you know, to keep you company.' Mark suggested. 'Sure. I have some boxed games.' the man noted. 'But we'll not get, err, yeah fine. Board games, from time to time.' Bill started to complain but the looks of his friends clearly tripped that up. 'Well, we should finish lunch and get a good afternoon of hauling branches.' Mr. Foreman gave him an out. Adding additionally, 'Oh, Wednesday afternoon I have an appointment so sadly I can't take advantage of your assistance then.' 'Oh man.' Bill sighed. 'Still can come over Monday and next Friday.' the old man consoled. Tim felt an odd touch in his mind. Mr. Foreman's voice was almost thought into his brain, 'You should come over on Tuesday and Thursday. You're welcome after your done band Mr. Tanner.' Tim looked over at Mark and his large friend looked unsettled. Clearly he had heard the thought speak. Tim attempted to answer, concentrating on Mr. Foreman and thought, 'Sure.' All Tim mentally heard back was Mr. Foreman's thought voice replying, 'OK Mr. Tanner, but you'll need to start training soon.' 'Ahh, Mr. Foreman. Would you like us to help you clean up?' Peter offered. 'No, it'll be fine.' Mr. Foreman replied with a shrug. 'Then, should we get back out there?' Bill sounded strangely eager to get back to physical labor. 'Yeah boys, let's get back at it.' The old man said. Taking a last long drink of his tea he stood and smiled at them. Tim sipped back some soda and stood with his friends. They were all soon back at work clearing branches and undergrowth. It was hard work but they actually all seemed to enjoy the time together. They rode back up to the house to find a pitcher of lemonade and glasses waiting for them. 'Why don't we take a break and while you boys unload the cart I'll get the reward bag.' 'Where we have been here all day, could we get a second mini girl?' Bill pushed. 'No, I fed you lunch.' Mr. Foreman said, shaking his head. 'Ahh man.' Bill whined. 'I can't just be dumping laps full of mini ladies whenever you spend a little extra time helping around here.' Mr. Foreman actually sounded to be attempting to console him. Bill nodded, 'Yeah but that would rock.' They each stopped and enjoyed the strangely extra refreshing lemon drink. Tim felt any aches and pains from the unfamiliar labor of the day fade away. Even any of his minor scrapes or scratches actually looked to mend themselves. They unloaded to the last wagon load as Mr. Foreman disappeared into his mixed matched house. They were all nervously smiling in the excitement of new helpless beauty. Tim could almost feel himself salivating. Then he worried. What if his mind got stuck on the image of the mystery girl Dawn? That one passing thought got those emerald eyes trapped in his vision. That silky looking golden mane fluttering through his consciousness. His hand grabbed the crystal in his pocket as an unnecessary reminder of her appeal despite her being an almost complete enigma. Tim had to protect his curious crush. Then he remembered his first lesson from Mr. Foreman. Could he do that with his mind strangely savoring the scent of the memory of Dawn's passing appearance? Mr. Foreman came back outside with that beat up old sack. 'Well, who wants theirs first?' he asked. Bill's arm shot up, 'Oh me! Me!' 'OK lad, let's see what we find.' Mr. Foreman advised reaching in. Bill closed his eyes and was clearly focusing on someone. Out came Mr. Foreman's hand. In which held another small cage. Its contents was a thin younger girl in a well fitting dance outfit. Her amazingly long hair was tied back in two buns with the extra dangling in appealing pig-tails. They all knew her from school. A member of Melissa's dance troupe named Rose Allain. 'All right!' Bill cheered as he was handed the cage. 'Dad's going to love seeing we got her now.' he added like he was proud. 'Mr. Tanner, you want to go next?' Mr. Foreman offered. 'Ahh, sure.' Mark replied. Mr. Foreman reached in and out came some blond police woman. 'Here you go Mr. Tanner.' 'Who is that?' Bill wondered. 'I don't know.' Mark greedily accepted the gorgeous little cop woman. 'You remember what I told you right?' Bill hinted at his plan. 'Yeah, but I like to see what randomly comes out for me too. And she looks like fun.' Mark advised stroking the cage, making the inches tall woman cringe. 'Now Mr. South. You might have plans for your pick, but trust me my lad. This one is the one you'll really want to take home.' Mr. Foreman advised Peter as he brought out another cage. 'Oh, I didn't get to think of someone.' Peter sighed, taking the cage. Inside was a busty woman with blood red hair in a very well tailored skirted business suit. Being jostled made her glasses slip down her nose in a strangely appealing way. 'At least she's hot. Trust me, big tits feel great rubbed at your dick.' Bill consoled Peter. 'Yeah, and she has great looking legs too.' Peter began seeing the upside to the unknown new pet. 'Well Mr. Hill, your turn.' Mr. Foreman noted. 'Wait, can you give me a second?' Tim requested. 'Sure, let me know when you're ready.' Mr. Foreman accepted. Tim squeezed the crystal and focused on blanking his mind. No thoughts of anyone he knew. 'Man I wonder who he's thinking about.' Bill said expectantly. 'OK, ready.' Tim told his secret mentor. He watched the old man's hand go in and out came a cage holding another lovely Latina. About Jenna's age this one has shoulder length almond colored hair in two cute pig tails. Her curvy form was clad in one of the local University's cheer uniforms. He smacked his lips at how delightfully that revealing outfit displayed her sexy form. 'What is with you guys? We could collect all the hotties from school and your letting him grab who knows who girls?' Bill chastised them. Peter leaned in and advised, 'If we all grabbed cute girls from school then only pretty girls at school would be our girlfriends and your sisters. Then we would have to deal with assholes like Jacob constantly hitting on them.' 'Oh, yeah. Didn't think about that.' Bill accepted the advice. 'Besides, if we grabbed all the girls our age who would your dad ask you to collect?' Mark uncharacteristically taunted. Which was missed by Bill as he just nodded and agreed, 'Yeah, more for him and I. That works too.' 'Well I thank you lads for your help today. See you Monday?' Mr. Foreman asked. 'Yep.' Bill cheered. 'Sure thing.' Peter said. 'Looking forward to it.' Mark added. 'Right After school.' Tim agreed with his friends. Mr. Foreman nodded and the old man actually smiled, 'Good see you then. Have fun with the rest of your weekend.' 'Bye Mr. Foreman.' They all replied, gathering their bikes. All seemingly having the same idea of slipping their new cages into the water bottle holders and each finding the cages somehow fit securely despite being square shaped in round holders. They raced down the winding road that was Mr. Foreman's drive. Tim was grateful that Mr. Foreman used his cart to haul them up this steep hill. As fun as it was to weave and coast down the oddly smooth dirt path, pedaling up would have been a pain. At the gate they stopped, 'My place in an hour?' Mark asked. 'Yeah, give us a chance to change and get our stuff for tonight and tomorrow.' Peter pointed out. 'OK, let's go. I'm excited to hang out and play with our collected pets.' Bill confessed. They all started off. Pedaling along the smooth paved roads. The hope for an enjoyable night hanging out gave them extra energy. Tim would have figured after that day's labors they would be spent, but clearly not. He arrived home and with a passing hello to his parents he slipped into his room. Opening the cage he placed his new sexy doll in commanding, 'Make sure she puts on her Uniform for tonight.' 'Maria no.' From Jenna told that they knew each other. Making him plan a cheer sandwich for his cock once he had time to play with his Critters. He took a quick shower to rinse the day's sweat off then dressed in fresh clothes. Packing pajamas and clothes for the next day in a bag with his D&D stuff and a few extra possible mini lady play ideas. Tim was delighted that his older pets convinced the new one into that figure hugging sci-fi uniform. In a shared cage with a few extra play outfits they topped the inside of his overnight bag. He grabbed the still packaged dart gun, gave his parents each a hug and was on his way to Mark's and their night's fun. |
1693010837 | MrForeman21.txt | 'Hello Tim, come in, come in.' Mark's mom greeted Tim at the door. 'Hello Ms. Tanner. Thanks for letting us come over tonight.' He replied. 'Oh stop. You boys are always welcome. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Crystal.' She insisted. 'Sorry, I just can't stop.' he apologized. 'That's because you're a good boy. Did you remember your little pretties?' she hinted. 'Yes, did you want to see?' he asked his friend's mother. She smiled and nodded, 'Oh that would be nice.' Tim pulled out his cage and the Critters cowered away from the rotund woman. 'Oh, aren't they lovely? Such wonderful figures and shades.' 'Yes, I like them.' Tim confessed. 'I'm sure you do, I'm sure you do.' Crystal agreed. Then she said something odd, 'It'll be hard to pick a couple out.' 'What do you mean?' he asked the nice lady. 'Didn't Mark mention, he said you all agreed. I asked while you boys were over that I could borrow a couple of your girls to play with tonight.' she explained. 'He didn't.' Tim was a little put off. Then he notes that this woman likely bought a boat load of snacks and treats and would likely buy them all some pizzas. Lending her a critter or two from the group's collection seemed just fair. 'Is that a problem?' she sounded concerned. Ms. Tanner was too nice to cancel the sleepover over a miscommunication. Likely, like Mark, she would just accept she wouldn't get what she wanted. 'No problem Ms. Tanner. It'll be fine.' Tim reassured her. 'I'm sure the others would be glad to let you borrow a few for letting us stay over tonight.' 'Oh good. Mark is setting up in the basement as usual. Hope you have fun. Pizza later.' the chubby woman brightened up. 'OK, thanks Ms. Tanner.' Tim replied, heading to the basement door. He slipped onto the stairs and quickly texted Bill and Peter, 'Mark forgot, his mom will want to borrow a couple of Critters tonight. Please don't make a scene. She had bought us snacks and pizza as usual.' Peter's reply was expected, 'Yeah, that makes sense.' So was Bill's, 'Ahh man really. She's going to get fatty juices on my pets.' 'Are we calling them Pets or Critters?' Peter added. 'Thinking about it, I like Critters. Makes them sound lower then Pets.' Bill sent his opinion. 'We can discuss it once your here.' Tim sent as he descended the stairs. Tim stepped down into the furnished basement. Mark's father paid quite the amount to turn the under house chamber into a bar and seating area. Planning it for having friends over to watch sports and gamble on cards and the likes. Two matching L-shaped couches are arranged in a bid U before where an entertainment stand holds a huge TV. A large round coffee table is bare. Odd since that's a usual location for bags of chips and the like. Past that is the poker table. A fair sized hexagon shaped table, the platform they use for their D&D adventures. The large flat center easily held any of their battle maps. Their sides had a nice picket for dice, pencils, and the like. The two unused spots are great for books and the like. A small folding table is set by Mark's spot for the extras needed by the Dungeon Master. Just past that is the bar. Mark is standing there organizing the supply of way too many snacks across the serving surface. Behind would be the mini fridge, likely stuffed full of sodas and juices for them to enjoy. Beside Mark are two polished wooden stools pressed together with a board of some kind laid across them. On that was a cage, inside he could see several tiny forms looking out from between the bars. 'Hey Tim.' Mark says upon seeing him. 'Hey Mark, need a hand?' he offered as he placed his bag down by his usual place on one of the massive couches. 'Naa, it's all set. Oh, you can put your pets in the cage here.' Mark replied. 'Speaking of.' Tim started lifting the small cage his critter was currently in out of his backpack. 'You didn't mention your mother would be borrowing a few from us tonight.' Mark's eyes told that he thought he had. He clearly thought about it. 'I think we got talking about how parents see the pets when I started to bring that up. Sorry.' 'Oh yeah, I remember that.' Tim nodded at that lunchtime conversation. 'Remember about what?' Bill asked as he came down the stairs. 'My mom wants to borrow a couple of your pets for the night.' Mark explained in a nervous tone. 'Eww, she's not going to eat them is she?' Bill teased, clearly making a shot at Ms. Tanner's weight. 'Of course she's not going to eat them. What type of stupid question is that? She enjoys them like we do.' Mark growled in response. Bill clearly couldn't not be an asshole, 'Your mother has a penis?' Tim knew this was going to lead into a fight between the two friends if he didn't say something, 'Bill, screw off. You know what he means.' 'Fine, yeah OK. My dad borrows mine all the time. How many?' Bill relented. 'She, well, she didn't say.' Mark confessed. 'It better not be a lot. We need these for our own fun.' He said pulling out a cheap plastic container with holes drilled into the top. He placed it down and popped the lid to reveal his Critters. They cowered together, naked. 'Dad gave them a bath so they would be all clean for tonight.' 'May I?' Tim asked. 'Sure, can I look at yours?' Bill replied. 'Sure.' Tim heard himself sigh in response as he reached into the container. Wrapping his hand around Donna Melborne's curvy figure. Sure she was only about a year older then he was. But that year over girls Tim's age gave her a woman's figure. A big boobed woman's figure. 'Man, Jenna Murphy. Tim, you're so lucky.' Bill praised pulling the top off of their now college aged high school dream. 'Oh, Helen Shipwright.' Mark purred, grabbing the Strawberry blonde. Another of Amy's friends that was blessed with big round boobs. While peeling Jenna's skirt off her little sexy body Bill asked, 'What should we make them do first?' Mark smiled ear to ear as he suggested, 'We could make them all make out naked in a big pile.' 'Oh, then we could each take one and rub one out over the others.' Bill suggested. The idea of wanking off in a circle with his friends didn't appeal to him. But then Tim thought of the sight of their naked hot Critters all writhing and grinding their naked little bodies into each other while tongue kissing. Then the idea of them getting showered in giant streams of cum. Over pretty faces and firm round tits. Smearing it over each other. Normally he would be against a circle jerk, but under the circumstances. 'Hey guys.' Peter announced his arrival. 'Hey Peter.' they replied back. 'Great, let's get to it.' Bill practically cheered, starting to undo his pants. 'Get to what?' Peter asked. 'First thing we are going to do. Make the Critters make out together naked while we stroke off on the pile of them.' Bill enthusiastically explained. Tim could see the thought process happening in Peter's brain. Not wanting to circle jerk, but naked sexy little women touching and kissing each other in a big group. Seeing them sprayed with jizz as they are forced to keep grinding and kissing each other. 'Yeah, OK.' he replied. 'Well let's get this table on the linoleum then.' Mark advised moving a rounded topped little table to that easily mopped part of the floor before the stairs. Bill grabbed his container and poured Marie Rose and that unknown hot Asian onto the top of the table. Tim rushed to his little cage of beauties, 'Strip or else.' he commanded. He liked how they all cowered before him before surrendering their clothes. Mark's pets seem well aware of their situation as they were already reluctantly stripping as he approached their cage. Peter was reaching into his container and pulling clothes off of his. Tim brought his over and placed them one and two at a time on the table. 'Hey, why do you guys have an extra one?' Bill asked in annoyance. 'We helped Mr. Foreman on Tuesday.' Mark explained. 'Remember, we decided they couldn't help him on Tuesdays and Thursdays because we couldn't go because of taekwondo.' Peter reminded him as he started placing his on the table. 'Aren't you missing one?' Mark asked, counting Peter's additions. 'Dad knew my new pet and wanted to borrow her. It's the first time in a while I saw him take an interest in anything.' Peter said in his, I'm worried about my dad, voice. 'That's alright. Maybe a little Critter action will get him off the sauce.' Bill suggested starting to undo his pants. 'Yeah, that is what I'm actually hoping.' Peter advised. Then his expression perked up. Reaching into the pile of naked bodies he announced, 'Oh, I'm going to use Mrs. Bell.' 'Ah man.' Bill whined now remembering the very sexy former teacher. 'What you got Jenna Murphy.' Mark reminded him. 'Yeah, but, Mrs. Bell.' he sighed, wrapping the former head cheerleader around his stiffy. Peter grabbed the busty blonde woman by her ankles and dragged her across the table by those incredible looking long legs. Hearing that former authority figure plead helplessly, 'No Mr. South, please don't do this.' He dragged her to the edge then lifted her amazing body up to face level. As his eyes danced along her exposed naked form his free hand opened up his pants. There was no question Peter was the largest of them down there. It flopped out like a falling tree and the table of contained Critters screamed at its appearance. He then turned Mrs. Bell and lowered her towards it. Her too sexy for high school voice begging helplessly, 'No please Mr. South, no.' was just so hot. Tim wouldn't say out loud, but he liked watching that smoking hot little blonde getting wrapped about Peter's thick base then slowly along his length. Mrs. Bell's whimpered grunts just made the scene. Tim broke his fascination with Peter stroking with Mrs. Bell and added his remaining Critters. As he placed the last one Bill reached down and started pairing them off. 'There, now huddle close together and start making out or we'll hurt some of you.' They were all scare. Scared of the four giant boys surrounding the table. They reached for their partner chosen by Bill and hugged tightly and started kissing. Not kisses of love or passion, but of terror at what we'll hurt you might mean. It was arousing to see, but Tim found he wanted more. A touch more interaction between the partners. 'Really go at it!' Bill snapped making Tim jump. The trapped tiny women and girls jumped too. Then pressed tight to protect from the scary looming boy giants. Women's hands squeezed other women's butt cheeks. Girl's stroked hands across toned legs now coiled about their bodies. One of Mark's blonde women latched onto Marie Rose's little breast and just started sucking on it. Now this display of fear was what Tim was hoping for. 'No please Tim, don't do this.' Was so delightful to hear Donna beg as he lowered her towards his hard dick. Tim could hear the helplessness in her voice. He could tell she knew she couldn't stop him. Her calling him by his name was the cherry on top. She pleaded more, 'Please no Tim, don't make me do that too.' It was like verbal honey. It was so sweet. Oh the whimper she gave as he wrapped that desired figure around the underside of his hard cock. Then he sighed happily as he dragged those big boobs up his shaft. Up and down Tim dragged Donna. He, like the other guys, found Bill's sister Amy and her friends to be beautiful older teens. Often the subject of discussed fantasies and also private personal care sessions. Now, Donna wrapped his dick, an area he wanted her to wrap in one way or another for years now. Her voice whimpered out a helpless whimpered grunt with each down stroke. Those chest pillows rolling along his sensitive skin. Her dance legs wrapped tightly to his girth like he often dreamed they would his hips. Her skin was so smooth and silky. Donna was as spectacular to pleasure himself with as he always dreamed she would be. He couldn't contain himself. He was the first to release. Streams of thick gooey fluid spattered on the near orgy on display before him. Spattering on faces and over chests. Oozing between tightly pressed bodies. Running along curves and sexy shaped bodies. They all cringed and made disgusted sounds till Bill snapped harshly, 'Don't stop till we say or else.' This made them flinch and return to orally wrestling despite Tim's leavings. 'Oh God YEAH!' Peter billowed as his pants snake spit a thick stream over those little naked women. Honestly Tim was surprised Peter hadn't finished sooner with that sex goddess Mrs. Bell wrapped to his bid dick. 'Now NOW!' Mark screamed vigorously stroking Helen along his chubby. His geyser spattering Ms. Vale's gorgeous black face with his first volley. Each of his following bursts he gave out an 'Er-ah!' cheer as he stroked Helen's big chest hard up his shaft. This seemed to fountain his jizz higher up to rain in big spatters upon their pretty Critters. 'I'm fucking you Jenna Murphy, I fucked ya!' Bill groined before he started spattering the trapped naked women and girls. He seemed determined to get his spray on Cyder Humpfree, couldn't seem to stay on target due to his hard body pumps and was mostly drenching the pretty Latina girl he had paired the beautiful blonde girl with. Tim found he had to sit. Collapsing in a nearby chair. Since Donna was still in his hand with his dick he began using those massive tits of hers to massage his tired penis. He looked over and was amused. Peter had Mrs. Bell at his tip stroking her bright blonde hair firmly. This made her head bob almost like she was licking at the cum residue there, splattering the remaining white goop over her sexy face. Mark was sitting widely, Helen lowered over his hairy balls. He was massaging his emptied sack with that Strawberry blonde's own big chest mounds. Bill sat, dangling a whimpering Jenna by her calves at his slowly wilting tip. Almost twirling her there around his tip, his wet end leaving slick trails on the gorgeous tanned skin. Yeah Tim never wanted to circle jerk with his friends before. But they also never had action figure sized sexy women and girls before either. 'You boys decent?' Ms. Tanner called down the stairs. 'Crap.' Bill gasped. And Tim had to agree. Placing Donna on the semen soaked table he quickly did up his pants. Once they were all put away Mark sighed and called back, 'Yes mom.' Peter quickly pointing out, 'What about the cum covered table and pets.' Bill correcting, 'We're calling them Critters.' 'Not now.' Tim harshly advised. 'Oh my, you boys have been busy.' Ms. Tanner said. But it was strange, her tone was just off somehow. Maybe she was sick, her cheeks were a bit pink after all. 'Sorry mom, we'll clean it up.' Mark advised and they all nodded. 'Oh Marky, I know you will. As I knew this was the type of thing you boys would be doing with your little pets.' She cheerfully responded like this was normal. Bill couldn't help himself, 'Critters Ms. Tanner. We have decided to call them Critters.' She snicker a strange amused snicker and noted in what sounded like a cruel tone, 'Hmm, Critters are a good name for their types.' She then leaned close to the semen soaked naked women and girls as she noted, 'I was going to order pizzas in about an hour. Your usual boys?' She must have been looking forward to pizza herself as she hungrily licked her lips after mentioning it. 'Yes please.' they responded. She was too nice to them. Almost like a second mom to each of them. 'OK, well I think I'll pick out the Critters I'm borrowing for the night so you boys can get back to your fun.' She warmly advised. 'Oh Mom, let us wash them off first.' Mark rightfully offered. 'Nonsense, I've cleaned up other messes left by each of you boys. This is nothing a quick rinse won't fix. Now, oh, who owns this lovely creatures.' She asked, grabbing the wrists of Tim's own tan skinned Halloween treat. 'That one is mine.' Tim advised watching the chubby woman lift the tan skinned pretty by her arms. Then in a tone that didn’t make sense from the warm kind woman she asked as she lifted the one with reddish brown hair up by her forearms, 'Oh lucky boy. And is this busty glazed Latina yours as well?' 'Yes, did you want to borrow them?' he asked. Man she must have been hungry as she licked her lips again even while holding jizz soaked Critters then noted, 'Yes. Yes I'd like to borrow these two.' 'OK.' Tim had agreed to lend her a couple. Besides this meant he'd get more chances to play with the other's hot critters. He could play with those two at home any other night. 'OK, pizza in about an hour. I'll be upstairs if you need me.' she said in her chipper voice. Thanks Ms. Tanner.' they said, well except Mark, 'Thanks Mom.' was what he said, but it meant the same. She turned holding both shapely little Latina's by their arms in one pudgy hand. Then she must have thought of something as she sort of hummed and giggled as she climbed the stairs out of sight. 'Man that was close.' Bill sighed. 'We should set a timer so we can be pants up next time.' Tim suggested. 'Wait, where is Mrs. Bell?' Mark gasped. 'Sorry I panicked.' Peter shyly noted. Why was Peter looking down? Tim wondered. Then he realized. 'You zipped her in with your dick?' 'Yeah, I said I panicked. I didn't think of the table till after I did up my pants.” he confessed. 'Dang I wish I hadn't thought of the table.' Bill noted what they all were thinking. Peter laughed a little then advised, 'You should try it, Mrs. Bell feels great trapped in my underwear.' 'We can tell.' Mark said with a little laugh of his own. Sure enough, a mass was forming in the front of Peter's pants. 'Well, we should clean up the Critters.' Bill stated before shouting, 'Not it!' 'I'll do it.' Mark advised heading towards his dad's old bar. 'I'll help.' Tim offered. 'What are we playing first, I'll set that up on the table.' Peter volunteered 'You pick.' Mark said, grabbing a gray wash bin from the bar and bringing it to the short table. 'I brought Zombicide.' Peter suggested. 'Oh, let's make our Critters dress then if we take damage they lose a piece of clothing. That way it's like the zombie's are trying to rape them.' Bill added the Critter angle to the survival game. 'Cool.' Mark said as he placed the tub slightly under the edge of the short table and ordered the sticky naked little ladies firmly to, 'Climb in.' 'Great, this'll be fun.' Bill cheered. Mark stopped with the tub before Peter. As their friend reached in and pulled out their former math teacher Mark agreed with a twist, 'Sure will be, Since we are all busy Bill, you need to wipe that table and the floor of our jizz. There are rages over in the unfinished part of the basement by the work sink.' Bill looked about to refuse, then sighed in an annoyed tone and announced, 'Dang it.' Before going to the door to the storage area of the Tanner's basement. As they cleaned up from their first bit of fun Bill asked, 'So, how do we determine who gets to pick which critter?' 'We could roll for it?' Peter suggested. 'That's a bit simplistic.' Bill pointed out. 'Well, we could use the poker table for poker.' Mark suggested. 'Yeah, Peter split the poker tokens and we'll play hands.' Tim agreed. Peter pointed out a flaw in their plan, 'Yeah, sure. Do any of us know how to actually play poker?' 'I know a little from watching my dad. And we still have a sign with the hand breakdowns behind the bar.' Mark answered. Then he noted to Tim, 'They're called poker chips not poker tokens.' 'Oh.' Tim was embarrassed. 'Oh, we could play for each Critter.' Bill was very excited about that idea. 'That'll take too long. Besides, what if you don't win any hands. It could end up just a couple of us with all the Critters for the night. Let's play to see who picks first.' Tim countered. 'So like, the winner of the first game picks first and sits out the other games?' Peter asked. 'That doesn't seem far.' Mark noted. They all looked at each other hoping for a solution. Then Mark suggested a very un-grown up suggestion, 'Trouble, we could play Trouble.' 'What, a kids game?' Bill scoffed. 'No, that's perfect.' Tim started, 'There are four players. Who gets their team into home first picks first. The next player that gets in second picks second.' 'Kids stuff.' Bill huffed. 'We could make Mrs. Bell to bend over in front of us on our turn and pop the bubble.' Mark suggested. 'Well, OK. That will make it better.' Bill reluctantly agreed. 'So, I'll now set up Trouble instead.' Peter sighed as he started picking up the poker chips. 'Red!' Mark shouted. 'Blue.' Tim added. 'Green!' Peter answered. 'Fine, I'll be yellow.' Bill whined. They finished and sat at the table. Mark placed a still damp Mrs. Bell on the game board. The water gave her skin an appealing glow. Her bright blonde hair hanging all wet like that was thrilling. Tim liked how she kept trying to cover herself from one boy's view only to be semi-exposing herself to another one of them. The leggy former teacher clearly didn't like being on naked display before her former students. But from the surrounding smiles they didn't mind. 'OK Mrs. Bell. Pop the bubble for me to see when I go.' Mark purred at the teacher. Reluctantly she walked those shapely math distracting legs to his side of the bubble. Clearly uncomfortably she bent over at the waist before a brightly smiling Mark. Tim was a bit jealous till he noticed her arms were pushing her big beautiful tits up and together before him. That hot womanly muscle structure flexed hard to push that simple plastic bubble. It popped under her weight jiggling her firm boobs in a suggestive way that made Tim sigh. 'Me next! Me next!' Bill chanted. And the side view of her popping that bubble was as erotic as the front view. Muscles rippled, ass flexed up on the down push, the click pop made those big round boobs dance slightly. 'Now me Mrs. Bell.' Tim commanded. She looked over her shoulder as if he was about to save her. Then that ass he had watched in tight skirts bent over before him. Her bare smooth looking pussy slightly visible between those shapely thighs. That round smooth ass flexed as she pressed down, It rose up like she was presenting to him. Then she gasped as the bubble popped and made her roll that wanted body. 'OK, now me.' Peter growled and their top sexual dream woman shifted over and curved that body to press her weight enough on the plastic. Tim noticed she had to push those mouth watering tits out before herself in this position. She snapped in that wanted way and they waved hello in his view. 'Great, ahh, who goes first?' Bill asked still transfixed on Mrs. Bell's ample chest. 'Shit, I didn't look at the dice.' Mark confessed what they all did. Tim had an idea the others all agreed with. 'Start again Mrs. Bell, and tell us what the number is on our roll.' 'Yeah, pop them again.' Peter growled excitedly. Again she started. Again she arched to have the leverage to press that hard plastic dome. Again her form rippled appealingly as she lifted that hard round ass. And again her chest pillows danced slightly for the other three boys to watch. Only now she sang in a scared timid erotic voice, 'Two.' Trouble used to be a kids game. But now, with an action figure sized Mrs. Bell leaning over at that shapely waist and popping the Pop-o-Matic Bubble then whimpering out the number, it became more advanced. None of them minded this time that it took a few rounds to get a six. They had trouble alright. Remembering who's turn it was. What the called number was. Even what color they were playing. But after the most intense game of Trouble they ever played Peter was the first to get all his men in home. Tim was happy to get second, followed by Bill. They placed Mrs. Bell into the tub and Peter leaned over for his first pick. They all expected him to pick the teacher that had just been trilling them. But he instead pointed out an issue. 'There's fifteen.' 'And?' Mark wondered. 'Well that means we each get three with three extras.' Peter explained. 'So, the first three get four?' Bill suggested. 'I was thinking we put aside Mrs. Bell, Ms. Vale, and Jenna Murphy and use them like prizes or shared targets or the like.' Peter suggested. Tim thought this was a good idea. 'Yeah, that sounds fair.' 'But how will we have a winner at Zombicide, it's a co-op game?' Bill questioned. 'That'll be one of those times they are targets for us.' Peter said. 'Should we, you know, give that a shot now?' Bill clearly liked the idea of creaming on the two sexy teachers. 'No, mom will be bringing our pizza to us any time now.' Mark reminded them. 'Then we just need to sort which ones are our game pieces for the night.' Bill purred while ringing his hands over the scared tiny women and girls. They all now leaned over and started the sorting process. |
1693011190 | IAM10 | The next day, sure enough, a shady-looking gang of figures, all dressed in black cloaks arrived at the storefront. What I didn’t expect was for them to knock and when I answered it, for them to kindly escort me to the forest. Though I’m pretty sure they simply did it to avoid getting confronted in the village itself. When we were a good distance from the village, they flipped back their hoods and drew their knives. Then, a woman who I assumed to be the leader came forward and held her knife at my throat. I sighed, all hopes of a peaceful negotiation gone. “Hey punk,” the woman growled. “I heard what you did to our sister. You’re going to pay for that!” I wanted to pretend that this was going to be a challenge, but it wasn’t… I pumped my SP to raise all stats by 50, and decided to taunt them a bit… “Wait, since she’s your sister, doesn’t that mean you’d be equally as curvy?” I saw the leader’s face blush before she yelled. “Why you-“ But I cut her off by grabbing hold of her arm and uppercutting the pressure point in her hand as hard as I could, causing the knife to fly up and away from my neck. I finished up the combo by slamming her in the chest with a mound of dirt I gathered with my skill. With the leader down for the count, the rest of the siblings rushed me, so I activated “uncanny instincts” “Geez,” I said between dodges. “How many children did your parents have? And why are they all female?” I backflipped over a knife swing, launching myself into the air with my air skill. I stretched out my hand and fired a skill-infused mana bullet at one of them. I landed as their clothes crumpled to the ground. “B-big sis! We weren’t told he could do this!” One of the sisters yelled. The leader got up and dusted herself off. “Then I’ll finish him!” She drew a sword as the other sisters backed off. “Oh no! She’s got a big sword!” I said before promptly shooting it with my shrinking mana bullet, turning it into a shiny toothpick. The leader looked shocked before I simply shot her with the same bullet. “Well then, now that she’s dealt with…” I held out my arm and charged the “barrage” part of the skill. *** I walked out of the police station with a full bag of gold coins. Turns out, those sisters had a massive bounty placed on them, so that was a nice bonus. Also, as it turns out, all the sisters were quite voluptuous, and I had gained quite a few thousand SP while bundling them up in discarded clothing… So now, with our money issue solved for basically the rest of our lives, I decided to talk to the girls about our next decisions. “I want to go on more adventures!” Ellania said, and the rest of the party seemed to agree. I shrugged and we left for the adventure’s guild to pick up some more quests. Then, Ellania dropped into her clothing, about a foot tall. I don’t regret making that skill random. *About a week later* I walked out of the tavern, sipping a mana restoration elixir. Our party had returned from our last F quest before we were promoted to rank E adventurers, murdering a horde of rabbits. Niki was probably the most willing to do it, and I helped by showering them with a flurry of mana bullets. Ellania was quite upset by this, and she just sat in my pocket for the duration of the quest. We arrived back at our shop and I collapsed into my bed. Since we wanted to pursue adventuring, but couldn’t abandon the shop, we had to take turns looking after it. I stared at the ceiling and opened my stats page. HP: 2000 MP: 5000 (+20/m) STR: 250 END: 250 AGL: 250 INT: 550 WIS: 250 CHA: 250 SP: 3025500(300/m) Skills: Skillset alteration - The user can spend SP (skill points) to create, remove, or edit skills of either themselves or others. The more powerful the skill, the more SP it requires. SP gain increase Lv 4: Multiplies SP gain by 400 Shrinkage Lv 12 (Not concealed) - Allows the user to expend MP to shrink a target temporarily. The longer the duration or the smaller the target, the more MP this will use. 1 MP per magnitude, 1 MP per 10 minutes. When a target is shrunk by this skill, all their stats will be divided by the magnitude they are shrunk. SP to stats Lv 3- Allows the user to expend 50 SP for a permanent increase of 1 in one stat Magic bullet Lv 25(Not concealed) - Allows the user to fire magic bullets at the cost of MP. The more MP used, the stronger the bullet. The bullet’s strength is X20 when fired. The user can combine this with other skills to have them activated at a distance. The user can spend double MP to fire a barrage of bullets or make the bullet explosive, also allowing the effects of any spells to have an area of effect. Life fabrication Lv 17 - Allows the user to expend MP to create an organism of their choosing. The MP cost depends on its stats, skills, size, lifetime, etc. For every year, the organism costs an extra 20 MP. The user can add skills to their life form for extra MP Fetish to SP Lv14: Whenever a user's fetish is fulfilled, 1400 SP is granted to the user. Cooldown 1 minute Level up: Whenever a skill is used, there is a chance that it levels up, greatly strengthening without the usage of SP. Passive skills will automatically level up over time whenever activated. Whenever skills reach increments of 5, they will evolve, being changed fundamentally. Appraisal: Allows the user to view whatever entities statistics they desire Conceal: Allows the user to conceal certain skills so that others can’t view them through appraisal. Default set: concealed Uncanny instincts Lv 2: Allows the user to subconsciously dodge every dodgeable attack for a minute. Costs 900 MP Fire control Lv 9: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control the element “Fire” Earth control Lv 10: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control large amounts of the element “Earth” Water control Lv 8: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control the element “Water” Air control Lv 9: At the cost of MP, the user can create and control the element “Air” I forgot to put these in the last chapter Portal Lv 5: Allows the user to create pairs of portals that cost 2 MP/m to maintain per pair. Portals can be of different sizes. It also allows users to create portals to “pocket dimensions” for an additional 8 MP/m Clone: Allows the user to create a direct duplicate of themselves, connected to them. It will share the user’s stats. It is not sentient and must receive orders from the user. It cannot use active skills. When created, each clone will use up to 20 MP I continued staring at my statistics, and I decided what to do. I loved the feeling of power, of getting stronger, and dominating others in fights. I created a new skill, using my precious 3 million SP… Time dilation plane: Allows the user to freely enter and exit another dimension with an infinite empty expanse where time is significantly sped up This should allow me to get stronger without worrying about the shop and my companions. So, with one final glance at my companions in bed, I disappeared to my new plane of existence. *1 hour later?* I reappeared in my bed a month later, or so it seemed. I had gotten much stronger, but it was the loneliest month of my life. I sighed and settled back into the bed, relieved that I was next to my companions once more. I did not want to use that dimension anymore unless necessary. “Master?” I hear from Luna, “Are you alright?” I look over and see the three girls staring at me from the opposite end of the room. “You disappeared for an hour and reappeared suddenly, what happened?” Ellania asked. I smiled at them, unsure if they could see me in the dark. “Well, I’m fine. I just wanted to try something new.” I heard mumbling and then, “goodnight master,” “Aw, you guys are going to bed?” I created a portal underneath their bed and a smaller-scale one above my hand, causing the bed and the three girls to tumble out onto my hand. A month away from them was lonely, but now… “This night’s just getting started” And plenty of SP ensues. |
1693115043 | melanie1 | One weekend I was just hanging out, one of those rare weekends where I didn’t have a long list of chores. Somehow everything was caught up and I had two days to just vegetate, which is exactly what I intended to do, in a lawn chair in the back yard, with a beer and a good book. And a hat of course, owing to the rare hot and sunny spring day. That’s when I got the phone call that changed everything. Melanie was a woman who used to work for me. She was very attractive, fit, even ran a marathon or two, so I’d been told. Long brown hair, big brown eyes and the most gorgeous smile. She’d flirt with me at work, as she knew she could get whatever she wanted just smiling and fluttering her eyes at me. I was disappointed to see her leave, but it had been almost a year since she left for her new job. I sure couldn’t have predicted that she’d be frantically calling me on the phone, I didn’t even realize she still had my number. At least she sounded frantic. She sounded distant too, I had to ask her to speak up more than once, but she said she couldn’t. I thought that was a little odd. I cranked up the volume on my handset and she proceeded to give me a crazy story. She claimed that in her new job she’d been accidentally shrunk in a laboratory mishap. I said “Is that even possible?” She said “Well, I’m living proof. But that’s not the worst. I couldn’t work any more, so I’m trapped at home. You don’t want to know the horrors my family has put me through. They treat me like I’m less than human, it’s all a game to them. I have to get out of here, I can’t stay, I’m not safe here anymore! Will you help me pleeeeasssee??” I thought to myself, this is crazy all right, but geez she was putting it on thick. I said, “Well what can I do?” She gave me directions to her house and asked how quickly I could be there. It was maybe an hour’s drive, maybe less if I gunned it. She said “They’re going to be back in a couple hours, please hurry!!” So against my better judgment, I got in the car and looked up the directions on my phone. The whole way there, I kept thinking how crazy this was and that I’d get there and her boyfriend would come out and pummel me or something. But I got there and saw no cars in the driveway. I was hesitant to pull in the drive, so I parked a block away and walked up. I rang the bell and waited on the porch. Nothing. I went to peek in the window and my phone rang. It was Melanie. She said “Come around the back, there is a doggie door.” As I was walking around the house, I’m thinking what do I need a doggie door for, but then it dawned on me. If she was telling the truth and this wasn’t just a prank. I wasn’t sure. When I got to the back door, sure enough there was a doggie door flap. At the risk of looking like I was breaking in or something, I knelt down and tapped on the flap. Then I heard her. Faint but I heard her. She said “Open the flap!” I did and holy crap, there she was, standing on the other side, about the size of a Barbie doll. Damn, she was telling the truth! She said “We don’t have much time, here can you take this?” She nudged her phone to the flap for me to pick up. I had no idea how she’d gotten it there. Then she said “Okay, now can you get me?” I gazed at her dumbfounded for a minute. She said “You’re going to have to pick me up. It’s okay, I trust you, just don’t squeeze me.” So getting over my initial brain lapse, I reached my hand through the flap. She stepped up to my hand, waiting for me to pick her up. I just touched her on the arm first, to see if she was real, and sure enough. So I thought to myself, here goes, as I gently wrapped my fingers around her waist. I slowly lifted her up. Getting a good look at her for the first time, wow she looked ragged. Dirt smudges everywhere, tattered clothes, hair all over the place. I had no idea what she’d gone through, but it didn’t look too good. I held her gently and said “Okay, now what?” She said “You’re going to sneak me out of here. Let me think a minute. You can’t go walking outside holding me, it’s going to look really odd and someone’s going to call the cops.” I said “I’m worried a neighbor will call the cops just because I’m hanging out in your back yard!” She said “Ok, I’ve got it. This is going to sound kinda odd, but can you hide me under your shirt? It’ll only be for a minute. Then put my phone in your pocket. I’ll do my best to stay still until we can get to your car. Okay, are you with me on this?” I said “Okay, if you’re sure about this.” It sounded kinda weird but I did as she asked. I lifted my shirt up and held her to my chest. She said “Okay, tuck your shirt in so I don’t fall out.” I did, but said “Are you sure this will work?” She said “This is all I can come up with, just run with it. All we have to do is get to your car.” Now I was wishing I hadn’t parked a block away. I tried to casually stroll back to the sidewalk, trying to look normal, as normal as I could with a lump in my shirt. It boggled my mind that the lump was actually a beautiful woman, laying against my stomach. I saw a couple kids heading towards us on the sidewalk, so I quickly thought to pull out my phone, hold it right in front of me and look like I was browsing, trying not to look suspicious. Luckily they ran by hardly giving me a glance. I made it to the car, got in and fired up the engine. Then I untucked my shirt and watched as Melanie crawled out and onto my leg, then over the center console, plopping down in the passenger seat. Damn that was sexy to watch. I resisted the urge to touch her bottom as she crawled on all fours, but it was hard. Then she said “Okay, drive!” ------------- Once I got back on the highway, she thanked me for coming. She said she couldn’t think of anyone else who would treat her decently. I said “You know I will, right?” She said “Well dammit, look at me! They do whatever they want and they know I’m powerless to resist!” I said “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, but I’m not going to push, you can tell me when you’re ready. Right now let’s just get home. Are you hungry?” Duh, of course she must be hungry. “How about I run through a drive through before we get to the house. What do you like?” She said “Well at this point I’ll eat about anything.” I asked her if she could handle a chicken nugget, she said “That might work, I probably need both hands but I can hold it. I used to avoid all that greasy stuff but at this point I don’t even care anymore.” I said “Okay, a chicken nugget it is.” ------------- At the house, I was glad to have a garage to pull into, so the neighbors wouldn’t see me carrying a miniature woman. Can’t imagine the stories that would bring. Then I thought ok crap, what if they think I kidnapped her? Damn, better just get inside for now. Maybe it is better that I’d parked a block away. Okay, deep breaths, deep breaths. Once I pulled into the garage and shut off the motor, I turned to her and asked if she was ready to do in. She nodded yes and stood up in the seat, waiting for me to pick her up again. I gently wrapped my fingers around her waist again and lifted her up, then carried her into the house. It was at that point, just looking down at her in my hand, that the reality of the moment started to sink in. Her slim figure, her sexy long legs, her little breasts protruding through her tattered shirt just an inch from my finger, her … I stopped myself as she was just looking back at me, almost as if she could read my thoughts. I said, “I’m sorry, just that you look so … “ I couldn’t even finish my sentence. She was giving me those puppy dog eyes again. I said “Uh, well, let’s get you settled in, I know you’re hungry.” I set her down gently onto the kitchen table and searched around for something she could sit on. I found a little box in the pantry and set it on the table. I pulled out a napkin and set a chicken nugget on it. Then I went looking for something I could put some water in. I said “I’m sorry I don’t have any cups that are the right size yet, but can you manage a bottle cap for now until I can get something better?” She nodded her head. I sat at the table and just watched her devour that nugget like she hadn’t eaten in days. I wondered what she had been through. Once she’d finished as much as she could eat, she set the rest down and said “Thank you.” I said “For what?” She said “For rescuing me.” I brought over some more napkins and she curled up in them and took a nap, right there on the kitchen table. I turned off the lights and tiptoed away, but not before stopping to admire her beauty, despite all she’d been through she was still beautiful. I watched her little chest move with her breaths as she slept. A couple hours later I went to check up on her and she was sitting up, rubbing her eyes. She saw me and smiled. She said “I’m not ready to talk about all the horrible things my family has done with me, but I need to know, will you let me stay here? With you?” I said “Sure, as long as you need.” At that I could see her relax a little bit. She said “I don’t know who I can trust anymore, but you’ve always been good to me. I can’t do much for myself now, not like this.” She continued on, telling me about her new job, the one she left me for. The lab accident that left her like this. It had been almost a month. The company had offered her a large settlement if she wouldn’t sue them, but once she had that her family took the money for themselves. Things got worse and worse. She would have to beg for food, she had to eat out of the dog bowl sometimes just to survive. To them it was all a game. I said “You know I care about you, I always have.” She said “I know. That’s why I trust you. Why you’re the man I had to call when I planned my escape.” “Hey, do you want to clean up? I can run some warm water in the sink if you want.” She said “That would be nice, thank you.” So I held my hand out and she sat down in the palm of my hand. I carried her to the bathroom and set her down on a towel on the counter. Then I began to run water until it turned warm and filled it up. I grabbed a couple of wash cloths and lay them along the rim. Then I said “Wait right there” and ran to go find my suitcase in the closet, where I had some travel soaps and shampoos and lotions from my last trip. I brought them in and lay them sideways with the caps loose, where she could get to them. Then I said “Okay, I’ll give you some privacy, but just shout if you need me.” She said “Thank you” and waited for me to step out and close the door behind me. I waited outside the door for a few minutes, I could hear the splash when she climbed in. Then I left for a little while. I didn’t want to go too far, lest I not hear her. Sure enough, in about half an hour I heard her calling. I tapped on the door and said “Is it okay to come in?” She said “Yes!” I slowly opened the door and saw her sitting there, wrapped in a hand towel. Her tattered clothes were laying in a pile. I said “I can try to wash these for you, I don’t think I have anything else for you to wear but maybe I can make something.” She said “Geez, you realize I’m sitting here wearing nothing under this towel and you’re talking about washing clothes for me?” “Well, yeah I’ve always imagined what you must look like, but I won’t push you to do anything you don’t want to do.” “Well, that tells me you really do care. Now I need to talk to you about something serious. This condition I have, they have no way to reverse it, they aren’t even sure yet what caused it. So I’m stuck like this. I’ve had a month to come to terms with that, a horrible month. You’re the first person who’s treated me decently and I can’t tell you how grateful I am. I do have a huge favor to ask. I know this is a lot. If I stay here, it could be a very very long time. I can’t take care of myself anymore, I’ve learned that the hard way. So I’m asking if you will let me stay.” It took a moment for me to digest her words. A very long time. Like maybe forever. But then I really didn’t need much time to think about it. “So you’re saying I can have a beautiful, sexy, amazing woman who wants to move in with me?” She said “You really think I’m beautiful and sexy?” “I always have, that hasn’t changed. You’re just not as tall now.” She said “Come over here” and she stood up and planted a big kiss on my nose. I responded by planting a kiss on her shoulder. She said “Promise that you won’t hurt me?” I said “I promise.” At that, she began to loosen her towel, letting it fall off her shoulder. I kissed her bare shoulder and she grinned up at me. Then she lowered it a little more. I was filled with anticipation at what I knew was coming. She brought it down to her waist, leaving a perfect pair of little breasts exposed. I just gazed at them for a moment. She said “What are you waiting for?” I said “You are so beautiful.” She said “And now I’m all yours if you’ll have me.” I reached out my hand to her, surrounding her. My fingers cupped her bare back, while my thumb came to rest on her toned little stomach. I could feel the warmth of her skin, see her chest rise and fall with her breaths. I lifted my thumb and stroked the underside of her breast. She made no effort to stop me, instead she seemed to be encouraging me. I covered one breast with my thumb, feeling her nipple as I pressed gently. I rubbed both of her breasts with my thumb and she closed her eyes and let out a little moan. I spent a couple of minutes caressing her breasts, enjoying the feel of them. This was definitely turning me on. Then she dropped the towel to the counter. I took a moment to marvel at the sight, and at the realization that she was offering herself to me, trusting me completely not to hurt her. I lowered two of my fingers down to cup her naked bottom, and then I scooped her up in my hand, lifting her up to my face. I took a long look at her, as she lay back in my hand. She parted her legs, straddling them over my wrist. For the first time, I had a look at her bare womanhood. I had complete control over her and she knew it and wanted me to have it. I held her up and kissed her chest, wrapping my lips over both of her breasts, tickling her nipples with the tip of my tongue and feeling them start to stiffen, adding to my excitement. I kissed her stomach. Then I lifted up one of her legs and kissed the bottom of her foot. Her legs were still well toned despite her ordeal. I lifted both of her legs up and held them to her chest. What I saw made me want her badly. I wrapped my lips around her there, my tongue stroking her ass and brushing her pussy lips. She moaned again. I touched it with my finger, feeling a hint of wetness. In a husky rasp she said “Take me. Please!” She parted her legs wide and her pussy gaped open just slightly. I ran my pinky finger along her pussy lips and massaged her there. I wondered if it would be too large for her. I wet my finger with my tongue and then placed it at her opening. I wiggled it a bit until her lips parted around the tip of my finger. She gasped. I said “Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?” She nodded yes, encouraging me to continue. I worked my finger into her a little more, and then a little more. I could feel the warmth and the wetness around my finger. I could feel her tiny muscles contracting around my finger. I was in past my first knuckle and partway to the second. I began to pump my finger gently, scared I was going to hurt her if I went too far. She let out more moans and bucked her hips against my finger. As she climaxed I could feel her whole body trembling in my hand. I gave her a moment of rest, then began pumping again, as I fondled her breasts with my thumb, enjoying the feel of her now rock-hard nipples. In a couple of minutes she climaxed again, this time not as hard, but I enjoyed it just the same. She collapsed in my hand, a glimmer of sweat across her chest and a smile on her lips. I left my finger inside her for a couple minutes, just marveling at the sight and at what we had just done. I slowly slid my finger out and tasted it, then licked her between the legs, the taste sweet on my tongue. I lay her down gently on a hand towel and draped a second one over her like a blanket. She let out a little moan of contentment, and then rolled onto her side and looked up at me adoringly. She said “I think I love you.” She smiled and sighed. I could tell that going forward my life was never going to be the same. |
1693115051 | melanie2 | It’s been a couple of weeks since that crazy day when Melanie came into my life. We’ve grown closer over that time. I was glad for a job that let me work from home much of the time, as there wasn’t a lot she could do on her own. At least starting out. She stretched out on the table on her belly, her feet swinging in the air, as we talked and I sketched out plans for what I was going to build for her. Little ramps and catwalks, so that she could get where she needed to go. To the kitchen table, the bathroom sink, my nightstand (which I suppose was hers now). She still flirted with me just like she used to back when we worked together, except now it was more than flirting. A lot more. As she swung her feet, I reached over and gave her a back rub with two fingers. She gave a contented purr. Then I saw that mischievous look in her eyes, right before she rolled over onto her back. My fingers brushed over her breasts and stomach, through the thin fabric of her little dress. With my limited sewing skills I’d made her a few tiny dresses, though they were more like smocks that went over her head. She didn’t mind. She liked that the fabric was thin enough that both of us could feel everything through it. I took the hint and stroked her breasts, massaging and kneading them while she lay there, her arms stretched out. After a couple minutes of this, I let one finger drift south, hiking up the bottom of her dress and brushing between her legs. She parted them, encouraging me to explore as much as I liked. And I definitely liked. It still amazed me, this new relationship we’d fallen into. I gently caressed her vagina with one finger while two others continued to rub her breasts. With my other hand I lifted her dress up so that I could get to her breasts unopposed. She gave me an inviting “mmmmm” so I kept going. She had her eyes closed, enjoying the moment, when I promptly scooped her up and held her up to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around her, parting her vaginal lips with the tip of my tongue. I knew I could get her off quickly like this, and today was no exception. In a couple of minutes she was bucking her hips against my lips, and soon after, I felt the telltale shiver through her body that always signaled her climax. As she came down from her high, I gazed at her flushed little body in my hand. I kissed her all over, enjoying the feel of her warm skin against my lips. Then laying her back down gently onto the table, I said “I see you’re frisky today.” She said “Around you I’m always frisky. You know I want you badly. I’ll return the favor later. I have to keep my man happy, you know.” She smiled and fluttered her eyes at me. Geez, sometimes I had to wonder who was really in control of this relationship. ----------- After a short rest, she sat up and looked me in the eyes (or as best she could from down on the table.) She looked serious for a change. These last couple weeks she’d been smiling a lot and downright perky more times than not, but I suspected she was hiding something because she had never talked much about her ordeal, almost like she was denying it. She said “Can we talk?” Now when a woman says something like that to me, the first thought in my head is that I’m going to hear something like hey, let’s see other people, or hey, it’s not you it’s me. But with Melanie I figured it had to be something else. So before I got my feathers ruffled, I decided to hear her out. She began to talk about the weeks before I “rescued” her. About the terrible things her family and her (ex) boyfriend did to her – and with her. Some of it was cringe-worthy. She began to choke up on tears as she talked about her (ex) boyfriend pounding her on his dick until she was sore and covered in cum, then tossing her hard into the sink to wash herself off. About her brother (her brother!) holding her roughly, fingering her and laughing when she couldn’t control her response. About her sister using her as a dildo. About all of them laughing and making her do tricks to get a scrap of food off their plates, then tossing it on the floor like she was a dog. Then forgetting about her for days at a time, she would go hide under furniture and scrounge for crumbs when they left the room. I could feel her pain and her humiliation and why she plotted for days to be able to call me to rescue her. I was glad she trusted me enough to open up to me about all this. She felt safe around me and I didn’t want that to change, though a part of me seriously felt like driving over there and beating someone up for her sake. I let her go on and on, getting it all out. With my finger I wiped tears off her cheek. She leaned into my touch. “You know, there’s another part of all this too” she said next. “The lab.” She proceeded to explain the settlement, in detail. They made her family sign non-disclosures as a condition of the settlement, stating that they did not want any information about the lab incident to leak to the press. The settlement was intended to cover taking care of her for the rest of her life. At the risk of interrupting her, I asked “The rest of your life? That doesn’t sound like a small settlement.” She said “No, it was huge. Over 5 million dollars.” I said “Holy crap. And your family got all that?” “Yeah. But instead of using it to take care of me, they started spending it for themselves. New cars, gambling, even a boat. I tried to stop them, but dammit, look at me, I couldn’t stop a cat! Dammit!!” She started crying again. On instinct I lifted her up and held her to my shoulder. She grabbed hold and cried on my sleeve. I just held her there for a while. Once she calmed down, I said “Hey, I have a question for you.” She looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy, but hopeful. “So isn’t that settlement meant for taking care of you, right?” She nodded. “So what if I’m the one taking care of you? Notwithstanding the fact that you’re kinda the woman of the house now.” That elicited a fleeting smile from her at least. “If they’re not taking care of you any more, doesn’t that mean the money isn’t theirs any more?” She gave me a look and I could just tell there were tiny gears turning in that little head of hers. She said “Maybe.” “Well, here’s another question for you. If you’re meant to be taken care of, was anyone ever named – like legally named – as your caregiver?” By now both of us had gears turning in our heads. Of course this line of thinking would certainly tip over our nice little apple cart. We seemed to have a good thing going here, but she was so angry with her family that she sounded like she wanted to get back at them somehow. To show them that she was still a human being and not a toy for them to play with and toss. I tried to remind her, that “Right now I doubt they have any idea where you are. You said they’d forget about you for days at a time, so for all they know you’re hiding somewhere in the house, or you might have run away. But if we go down this road, they’ll know – they could harass us, try to steal you away, or worse, the courts could determine that you need to go back to them – and they could charge me with kidnapping you. There’s a lot of risks. We don’t need the money, we’re doing okay without it. So just give it some thought, sleep on it, and if you decide tomorrow that you still want to do this, then I’ll support you. Though maybe we can do a little research first. Okay?” She nodded her head and then reached her arms up, her sign for me to bend my head down. She planted a kiss on my cheek and said “Thank you. I really do love you.” ---------------- That evening we had our regular routine. I would carry her to the sink and fill it with warm water. She would strip for me, which didn’t take long with one piece of clothing, but she liked to dance like a stripper, she enjoyed having my full attention. Then she’d sit on the edge of the sink and slide in like she was at a water park, making a little splash as she hit the water. Then she’d turn to me with an expectant look on her face, waiting for my turn to strip. I was never as elegant at it, being well, a guy. But she didn’t seem to care, she just wanted the end result. She’d twirl her hand, signaling that I should turn around slowly while she admired the goods. I stopped, facing her, with my penis semi-erect. I draped it over the edge of the sink, so that she could swim over to it. She put her hands on both sides of the head and planted a long kiss on the tip. A promise of things to come later. Then she swam back and said “Okay, wash up and then you can do my back.” I jumped in the shower to wash up and shave, the hot water steaming up the glass. I liked to be thorough, knowing she may be climbing all over me later. Belly button lint is kind of a turnoff when having sex with someone so small she can fit her whole fist in my belly button. Such is our new life. So I finished up and grabbed a towel. She was waiting for me. She swam up to the edge of the sink with her elbows up on the rim, her breasts pressed against the side. She smiled up at me as I soaped up my fingers and brought them down to her back. I massaged her back with two fingers, bringing them up to rub her shoulders, then down to her bottom, caressing her cheeks. I worked one finger in between her cheeks, stroking her ass and brushing her vagina. This was all foreplay of course, I wasn’t going to wear her out this early, but knowing I could make her come whenever I wanted to, is something I figured would never get old. That anticipation for her that she knew I could, was exciting for her as well, as she’d admitted to me more than once. I let her rinse off and then I plucked her up and rolled her in a corner of my towel, blotting her dry from head to toe. Then I carried her to the bedroom, where I lay her gently onto a pillow. She rolled over to watch while I pulled down the sheets and climbed in, laying my head on the other pillow next to her. I took the towel and left it next to me in the bed, knowing I would need it soon. She scooted over to me, kneeling next to my face, and planted a kiss on the corner of my lip. I could feel her trying to dart her tiny tongue into my mouth as she rubbed her little breasts against my cheek. Then she stood up and pressed one of her breasts to my lip. I parted my lips slightly, just enough for her breast to slip in between, so I could tickle it with the tip of my tongue. Her nipple was already hard, I suspected her pussy was getting wet too, but I kept my hands to myself. This was part of our routine, she liked to feel in control and she would let me know when she wanted me to take over. She climbed up on my shoulder and then crawled on all fours over my chest. I watched her shake her little ass in the air, resisting the temptation to reach up and pinch it. She left little kisses as she worked her way down my chest and abdomen, until she came up to my penis. It was starting to stiffen, a reaction to her sexy crawl. She sat down in front of it, her legs straddling, and wrapped her arms around the base. She kissed it and began to rub with her hands, until she was rewarded as my penis rose to attention, now up over her head. At this point, she held on for support as she stood up, the head of my penis rising to her neck. She wrapped her arms around it tightly and pressed her face to the tip, kissing it vigorously and trying to push her tongue inside as it pulsed against her body. She got her whole body into it, rubbing one leg, both arms and her chest against it while she used my penis and her other leg for support. She worked hard at it, determined to receive her reward. I said “I’m close” and that was enough for her to kick in another gear, rubbing vigorously with her whole body, until the tremor and eruption came. I looked down to see her covered in goo, licking her lips and wiping it out of her eyes as she turned and grinned back at me. She said “How’d I do?” I said “That was awesome babe” and satisfied with that response, she climbed over my leg and slid down onto the towel to clean herself off. I reached down and pulled on one corner of the towel to dry myself. Boy that girl made a mess. When she was done, she climbed back up my abdomen, over my chest and stood up, with her hands on the sides of my face. She planted another kiss on my lips, then climbed up onto my face, almost slipping a couple times before she finally worked her way to her destination, her bottom sitting over my mouth and her legs straddling my cheeks. I parted my lips and she sunk down into my mouth, flailing and grabbing my nose to hold herself steady. I began to probe her with my tongue, exploring her. I parted her ass cheeks and found her rectum, giving it a little attention before I focused on her pussy lips, gently at first and then harder, pressing the tip of my tongue between them as she gripped my nose and leaned forward. I could see her face barely an inch from my eye, her expressions telling me I was making all the right moves. She started to buck her hips against my tongue, riding it like a bucking bronco, before coming hard and collapsing, her face flopping down between my eyes. I reached up and rubbed her back as she caught her breath. She needed a little help climbing back up after she’d sunk down in my mouth. I gently lifted her up and lay her down on the pillow beside me. She smiled and said “You were awesome too.” I tossed the towel in the hamper and turned out the light, climbing into bed beside her and pulling up the covers. I draped a hand towel over her, this seemed to work well as a blanket for her when we slept together, which was every night now. Then I leaned over and kissed her face. She reached up and stroked my cheek as I pulled away. Soon she was out like a light, snoring softly on the pillow. I loved watching her sleep. Sometimes if I was still feeling horny I’d work my hand under the blanket (towel) and wrap it around her, massage her breast or work a finger down between her legs. She’d give me a contented purr in her sleep. Tonight, part of me wondered whether I should hope she decided not to pursue this settlement money, we seemed like we had a good thing going here and I didn’t want to mess this up. |
1693115053 | melanie3 | The next morning, I awoke to the sound of a beautiful naked tiny woman whispering in my ear. After a few mornings like this, I was used to her doing that. “G’morning babe” I said. I didn’t turn my head, afraid of squishing her into the pillow. This girl was fearless. She leaned into my cheek and kissed me and said “Hey honey, I’m feeling like pancakes today.” “I turned my head carefully, backing up as I did so, and looked her in the eyes. “Funny, you don’t look like a pancake. Maybe that’s because I love you too much to roll over and squish you.” She giggled. I stroked her back, then lifted her up above me, lowered her to my lips and gave her a big kiss right on the chest, lingering on her bare breasts for a moment. She said “I have to go pee.” Since I hadn’t put up those ramps we talked about yesterday, that meant carrying her to the bathroom. I rolled out of bed and set her down in the sink. Ah, that’s something else I hadn’t built for her yet. We talked about it, but she wasn’t in a huge hurry, she liked having me carry her around. I usually would offer her privacy, turn around until she was done and then run water down the sink. Though she’d told me more than once that she didn’t mind me watching. We’d become so intimate in such a short time, she would do anything and everything in front of me. She had no shame. So today I knelt down with my chin on the edge of the sink. She looked at me for a moment and then said “Hey, if you’re going to watch anyway, you know it’s been weeks since I actually got to sit down at a toilet. So why don’t you oblige me this time. It would be a lot more comfortable.” I said “What do you want me to do?” She said “Okay, make a seat ring with your hand that I can sit in.” She held her tiny fingers to show me what she meant. So I tried holding my hand like she described. She moved my fingers a bit to just how she liked, and then she sat her bare bottom down in my hand, wiggled her ass to get comfortable and proceeded to pee. She said “I like this, you may have to do this for me more often!” I waited for her to finish and then grabbed a tissue and used the corner to blot her dry. She climbed out of the sink and turned on the water while I finished my own business. I enjoyed watching her throw her body into turning that handle on and off. When we were done in the bathroom I carried her into the kitchen and set her up on the counter while I fished out the pancake mix and a skillet. Online I’d found some Barbie furniture that seemed to work well, the shipment came just this week. So we had plastic chairs in various places around the house, a little dining table for her on top of the big table, and even a little loveseat with a cushion. I still had a lot of things to track down for her, but this was pretty easy to locate. She spent a lot of time on that counter, so I had the loveseat there in between the stove and refrigerator. She made herself comfortable as I proceeded to make pancakes, a couple big ones for myself and a couple tiny ones for her. The tiny ones took a little practice to figure out without burning them, but I was starting to get it down. She seemed to appreciate my efforts. I put her two tiny pancakes on a milk cap (those seemed the perfect size for plates) and I put some syrup in a bottle cap for her to dip into. I hadn’t found utensils yet that actually worked, but I was determined to – and I’d have had more time to search if this very needy woman didn’t monopolize most of the time that I wasn’t working. Not that I was complaining, not at all. I was having the time of my life. I said “Ready to eat?” She stood so I could scoop her up and carry her to the table. I sat down next to her with my larger plate. As we ate, she looked at me like she wanted to say something, but that the cat had gotten her tongue, so to speak. I looked back at her and said “Out with it! Tell me what you’re thinking.” She said “Okay. This is hard. I totally agree with you, we have a great thing here. You have been amazing, more than I ever could hope for. I’ve totally fallen for you and I don’t anything to mess this up.” I said “I love you too. But?” “Yeah, but. I am just so angry at my family, and at that asshole that I can’t believe I was ever serious about.” “I can’t imagine what you had go go through. We’re lucky you don’t have PTSD or something.” She frowned. “That might still come later. Right now I’m just having a real hard time letting it go. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since the accident. I don’t want to hurt you just to get back at them. So I’m really struggling.” “I know, I can see it in your face. We don’t need the money, and you don’t ever have to see them again, but I did say I’d support you if you decide you want to do something about it.” “You did, and I really appreciate that. More than you know.” “So,” I said, “how about we do a little research first. Find out what we can about this agreement, about your legal status, stuff like that. How much do you remember?” “It was all so quick, like the company wanted to sweep it under the rug as fast as they could and hide the evidence.” “So did you ever sign anything yourself?” “No, I don’t know how I could, I can’t even pick up a pen.” “So I wonder if they had you declared incompetent or something. Not that you’re incompetent, not in the least – you’re more competent than a lot of normal sized people, I’m being serious – but that might be a way to get around you having to sign something.” “You may be right, but I have no idea what was signed or what they agreed to.” “Sounds like we need to get ahold of that agreement somehow. Tell you what, I’m going to get dressed, I have a couple of client calls this morning over WebEx and I don’t think they’ll appreciate this” as I gestured to my nakedness “like you do.” “You know I appreciate it lots” she said and winked at me. I replied “But in the meantime, I have a little surprise for you. Something you can do a little digging with.” She put her hands on her hips and made a face and said “It better not be a shovel!” I said “It’s SO much better. C’mon.” She stood for me to pick her up. I carried her to the other bedroom, which I used as my home office. I held her facing me so she wouldn’t see her surprise until I was ready for her to. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of the sight of her sexy naked body in my hands. I stopped and ogled for a minute and planted a kiss on her chest, and then another below her stomach, lingering for a moment. She said “Okay, okay, now what’s my surprise?” In the office I had my desk and computer set up on one wall. Along another wall, on what used to be my printer stand, I’d set up another desk, complete with a little rolling office chair. Something I’d ordered along with the Barbie furniture and hadn’t told her. It took me a couple hours to put this all together last night while she slept, which is why she was up way before me this morning. I set her down at the little desk. I said “It took me a while to figure out how to do this, but you’ve got your own computer now. I’ve got your phone hooked up here, so you can use the phone keyboard to control the computer, and a trackpad you can run your hand over to move the cursor, and … “ I stopped because she was just looking at me, slack-jawed. I said “Is it okay? What’s wrong?” She said “Nothing is wrong, I can’t believe you did this! For me! You just amaze me.” I said “It’s not perfect, but I think it’ll work, and when I’m busy with work stuff you can browse the internet, stream a movie, whatever you want.” She said “Come over here” and when I bent down she planted a kiss on my cheek and said “Thank you.” ------------------- After I got dressed I came back in carrying a fresh coffee for myself and a thimble of coffee for Melanie, which I set down next to her desk. I brought one of her little smock dresses too, as she was still in the buff. I watched for a moment as her hands flittered around the keyboard, she was adapting to this new system quickly and engrossed in what she was doing. I sat down and logged in to work and prepared for my client calls. A couple minutes later she turned around and saw me and said “Oh! Thank you!” “Anytime babe. How’s it going?” “Ooh, yeah, I’ve got some stuff here, I wish I could use a notepad and take notes.” “I’ll have to give that some thought. The paper wouldn’t be too hard but a pen or pencil might be tricky to figure out.” She smiled at me. “Alright. Anyway here’s what I found so far. Or what I haven’t found. As I figured, no mention of this in the papers, blogs, discussion boards, anything. So maybe they did a good job hiding this from the public.” “So we kinda figured that, didn’t we?” “Well yeah, but I did wonder if someone would post something – maybe someone else from the lab, or maybe my idiot ex boyfriend. I’m actually surprised he didn’t at least boast about it at the bar, he’s such a pompous ass, he brags about everything.” “So do you think that means they made him sign something too?” “And if he did, then I wonder if he got some of the hush money. It had to be something to shut his ass up about this.” “We’re calling it hush money now, huh?” “Okay, working title. Still in development. Just work with me.” She gave me a smirk. “So that’s at least three people that probably got money – him and my two siblings. Who I wasn’t even that close to, but I guess the company needed them so they could wrap things up quickly.” “How quickly? You said you were with them for about a month.” “Okay. Let’s go back to the beginning. When the accident happened, I honestly don’t remember anyone else in the lab right before, but with the explosion I can’t imagine people wouldn’t have come running.” “How much of the accident do you remember?” “I must have been out cold. One minute I heard some crackling, I thought it was a bad wire or something, and then a big pop and smoke. Next thing I remember, I was in a frigging box. A box!! I thought I was in some room with no walls or doors, but when I banged on the wall it sounded like a box. I had no idea I was like this …” She stuck her arms out . “Then I noticed ragged holes in the ceiling. The whole room started to move. I could hear voices through the walls but I couldn’t make out the words. Everything felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. I remember my room moving and swaying and then feeling like it was loaded on a truck. It made no sense to me until the ceiling lifted off. There was a blinding light. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I realized my whole ‘room’ was in a car seat. I saw two huge faces looking at me from above.” She stopped for a moment to gather her thoughts. “That’s when I started screaming. I didn’t understand any of what was going on, only that I was trapped in a box on a car seat. It was my brother and sister, who I hardly even know, both giants, looking at me. When I screamed my brother started poking me, dammit he thought it was funny.” She took some deep breaths and continued. “You know I was the oldest, by far, those two were still in grade school when I moved out. That was years ago, before I even came to work for you. I’ve been on my own, in my own apartment … Oh crap, how could I not even think of that, what about my apartment? I haven’t set foot in there since that morning of the accident, when I left for work.” “Damn, so that’s been weeks. We should try to get over there. Maybe soon as I finish with work this afternoon we can run over there.” She looked at me, I couldn’t read what she was thinking, she looked so conflicted. Then it dawned on me. “Oh. I guess it would be hard to just walk right in. Well let’s think this through. I can get you there, I have a hoodie with a big inside pocket you could stand in and lean against my chest. I was actually going to see if you wanted to try it to get out of the house, maybe I could take you to a movie …” She smiled. “I would love that! It would be like our first date!” “Well then a date it is. Will I get a kiss on our first date?” “Honey, you can kiss me wherever and whenever you like.” At that I scooped her up, eliciting a yelp. I said “Like this?” and proceeded to kiss her on each side of the face, then her shoulders, then her chest, taking a moment to enjoy her breasts. “Hey don’t you have a work call?” “Not for twenty minutes. There’s a lot we can do in twenty minutes.” She cocked her eyebrows, as if daring me to show her what I could do before my call. Accepting the challenge, I gave her breasts a little more attention, and then worked my way down her body, never taking my lips away, as I pushed my tongue between her legs. She gave me a satisfied “Mmmmmmm” and stretched in my hand, spreading her legs for me as I wrapped my tongue around her ass and pussy, massaging them, then nudging her pussy lips apart with the tip of my tongue so that I could attack her clit. I was rewarded with little moans of joy. In our time together I’d figured out what she liked best and what stimulated her the most, so it was becoming easier to elicit the response I wanted. Her hips started rocking in rhythm with my tongue and soon the telltale shudder of her body in my hand told me she was coming, even before I could taste her. I lingered there for a minute, massaging gently with my tongue as she came down from her high. Then I pulled her back and admired her flushed body in my hand. I kissed her. I whispered “See, I still have time to get ready for my call.” She sighed and said “Yeah, you can bring me to the edge and not even break a sweat.” “Do you need to lay down for a little while?” She said “Just hold me for a few minutes.” I kissed her again and then absently stroked her with my thumb while I started to set up for my call. She was relaxed, completely trusting me and oblivious as I worked one-handed at my desk. Then finally I said “Hey babe, are you ready for me to put you down? Otherwise you’re going to be on camera in a minute.” “Ooh, yeah, sorry, this just feels so good. But yeah, put me down at my desk.” So I sat her down gently into her little Barbie office chair. She hefted her thimble of coffee with both hands and took a couple swigs. Then she said “Okay honey, you get to work and I’ll figure out how to get us into my apartment tonight.” |
1693115057 | melanie4 | By mid-afternoon I had just wrapped up my last client call and snagged another contract for my company. As I was finishing up with the paperwork, I asked Melanie how she was doing. I reached over to where she was hunkered down at her little desk and I rubbed her back with two fingers. She leaned back into my touch and closed her eyes for a minute. Then she turned and smiled up at me and said “Mmm, don’t stop.” So I gave her a light two-fingered massage as she began to relay her thoughts on how to get into her old apartment. “Here’s my dilemma” she said. “There are three keys. One was in my purse, who knows what those idiots did with it. I obviously got my phone back, but the rest could be anywhere in that house. So the keys could still be there. I never told them the address. The second is with my idiot ex boyfriend.” She shivered. “Ooohh he makes me so mad. Yeah don’t say it. I gave him a key months ago, he could have thrown it away or he could have gone back and trashed the place, knowing him it could be either.” Then she took a couple deep breaths to calm herself. “The third is with my next door neighbor, she and I had exchanged keys a long time ago when she got herself locked out. That way we could let each other in if we had to.” She stopped and looked like she was hard in thought. I said “But?” “Well,” as she scrunched up her face, “how am I supposed to go ask her for a key if I look like THIS? She’s going to freak out.” I said “So it sounds like we have four options.” She said “Where do you get four?” “Okay, option one, we sneak into your siblings’ house and see if your purse is there and if the keys are there. Problem with that is we aren’t certain the purse is still there, or whether the key is in there. But I suspect we may have to go there at some point if we need to find that agreement.” She leaned her head back to look at me and grimaced. Then noticing that I’d paused my back rubbing, she glanced back at my fingers, cleared her throat and pointed at her back. “Oops, sorry. So demanding!' She grinned. 'Now where were we? Okay. Option two is we break into your ex boyfriend’s apartment and see if he still has his key. Again, risky, I have no idea where to look, though you might?” I raised my eyebrows. She said “I really really don’t want to go anywhere near that place unless we have to. Option three?” “Okay. Option three. We get the key from your neighbor.” “What am I supposed to do, have you just go up and knock on her door?” “I suppose that is one way to ask her, but I have to figure out how to talk her into giving me the key. Maybe if I can make up a story … let’s see … your job sent you out of town on assignment and I’m your new boyfriend …” At least that earned me a smile. “and I’m going out to see you but you asked me to pick up a few of your things.” She looked at me thoughtfully for a minute. “You know that might even work? Though I have no idea what the place looks like.” “I’ve got an idea. What if you gave her a call? Tell her you just have a few minutes but give her the same story I’ll give her. That way she’s more likely to believe me.” “Damn you’re full of ideas aren’t you?” She grinned and said “I like this idea! Ok I’ll call her in a little bit before we head over. By the way what was option four?” “I figured the landlord has a key. By the way, are you officially moving in with me?” She laughed. “Silly, what do you think? Didn’t I already move in with you?” “Yeah, but you’ve still got your apartment. So unless you’re keeping it, here’s what I’m thinking. We may have to pack up your stuff and bring it here, whatever you want to keep, then not renew the lease. We’ll have to communicate with the landlord at some point.” “Okay, this could get a little complicated, I didn’t even think that far ahead. The apartment includes all utilities and cable and wi-fi, so I just have the rent that they take out every month.” “We can look into that later, but give it some thought. For now let’s just get in there, see what your place looks like. Then afterwards are you still up for a movie?” “Okay honey. It’s a date!” At that I leaned forward and kissed her on the back and then scooped her up and kissed her front, feeling her breasts against my lips through the thin fabric of her little dress. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and hiked it up and said “You are so naughty! Okay, just a quickie, I’ve got a phone call to make!” As I tilted her back in my hand, she spread her legs for me as I wrapped my lips around her thighs and began to explore her with my tongue. I parted her cheeks and tickled her there first, then worked my way to the front, where the tip of my tongue massaged her pussy lips. I placed my thumb over her breasts and rubbed them as I attacked her pussy with my tongue. She said “Mmm yeah, yeah, ooooh, oh yeah, right there, yes!” She arched her back as I pressed my tongue against her clit and soon her hips fell into a rhythm. As soon as I could feel a little wetness there, I pulled back. She looked up at me and said “Hey!” before she realized what was coming next. I held my little finger up to her lips and rubbed them in her juices, then slowly inserted it into her. I was rewarded with a gasp and then an “Ooooohhhhhh” and heavy breaths and “Yes yes yes!!” as I drove my finger further into her, up to the second knuckle. “Oooooooohhh” she wailed as I drove her to orgasm, shuddering in my hand. With a few twists of my finger I brought her to another climax. I knew I could do this all day, until she passed out, while I (literally) barely lifted a finger, but after a couple I paused to let her catch her breath. I slowly withdrew my finger and licked her juices off, then gently licked her clean between the legs. She looked up at me, still flushed and still coming down from her climax. She said “I ... thought … I said just a quickie!” I smiled back and said “I know, but you were just too sexy.” She grinned and said “Okay, I forgive you” “Besides, you’re the one who decided to strip for me” She sighed. “Yeah, you just get me so hot sometimes. I can’t help it. And I get excited when you just take over like that. Like you can do anything you want with me, but I’m not afraid because I know you won’t hurt me. I’ve never had that with anyone before, even when I was big like you.” “Yeah, I remember you used to flirt with me when we worked together.” “I did, nice of you to notice,” she deadpanned. “So why did you never take me up on it and ask me out? I would have said yes.” “You made it so hard, you know! I really wanted to, but that whole boss and employee thing gets real complicated. Just know I would have if I thought I could. I always thought you were sexy and smart all in one package. And you’re still sexy and smart, just in a smaller package now.” “Aww, yeah I wish we could have hooked up back then. But I’m glad we’re together now and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else but you.” I brought her back to my lips and kissed her once more on the stomach. I said “Okay. You’ve got a phone call to make, do you need to freshen up first?” “Yeah, can you bring me to the bathroom?” Without a word I brought her there and set her down next to the sink. She stood up and pulled her dress over her head, and then sat on the edge of the sink bowl and slid down. I watched her as she went to squat and then stopped, looked up at me watching her and put her hands on her hips and said “Seat please?” I obliged, lowering my hand and forming a ring like she showed me this morning. She said “Thank you.” and hopped up into my hand. She wiggled herself into position and then began to relieve herself. “This is so much more comfortable. Now when are you going to make me a seat?” I said “Soon, though I am kinda enjoying this.” She gave me a face reminiscent of mock horror. It took her a couple of minutes to finish her business and then she asked for a tissue. I handed her a couple little strips, from the stack I’d cut up and laid on the corner of the counter for her. I asked if I could run the water for her and she stepped back a bit from the drain and said “Okay.” As the tissues washed down the drain, I asked if she was going to take a bath. She said yes, so I closed the drain and ran warm water until it came up just above her knees. She plopped down and I nudged her little travel soaps and shampoos to the lip of the sink for her. Then I stripped and jumped in the shower. ---------------------- After I got dressed and Melanie had donned a clean dress, I put on my hoodie with the large inside pocket and showed her. She gave it an appraising look and then said “Ok, I think that will work!” She stood up and lifted her arms for me to scoop her up and lower her into my pocket. She said “I talked to Shelly and she knows you’re coming by. I gave her the whole story about being out of town on assignment indefinitely and that you’re flying out to see me this weekend.” I asked “Do we need to bring your phone along, in case she calls you again?” “Ooh, actually that’s not a bad idea. I just hope she doesn’t try to call me while you’re standing there in her doorway!” “Uh, yeah that could be interesting to say the least. Let’s put it on vibrate at least.” So once we got in my car, I unzipped the hoodie and she crawled out, over my leg, over the center console and into the passenger seat. I had a flashback to a similar scene two weeks ago, the day I rescued her. Back then I was a little more restrained, but this time I gave in to the urge to pinch her butt as she crawled on all fours. She yelped and then looked back at me with a sly grin. I said “You know I wanted to do that the first time you crawled over my leg.” “I don’t know HOW you resisted!” “Seriously though, I thought you might be a little traumatized, and the last thing you needed was me hitting on you.” She just looked at me for a moment and then said “Wow, you really are a great guy. That’s what I love about you.” She gave me the address for the apartment building, a midrise in a nice part of town. I plugged the address into my phone and figured it was going to be a good half hour drive. We made small talk along the way and she’d occasionally climb onto the center console to change the radio station or reprogram my pre-sets to her liking. Well, I guess we were a couple at that point, just a very unique couple. So I didn’t mind if it made her happy. As we got closer to the apartment, I realized it really was walking distance to a lot of shops and offices, I could see why she never bothered with a car. As I drove around looking for a space, I grumbled about everything being meter parking. I asked Melanie to look in my cup holder for some quarters as I shot into an open space before someone else could grab it. I maneuvered into the space and parked the car. I looked down to see her pulling out quarters, one at a time. They were the size of small plates to her. She had several stacked on the console for me. I scooped them up and then said “Okay, are you ready?” She looked around, set her shoulders and said “Okay, let’s do this.” I held my hoodie open as she crawled back over the console, over my leg, stood up on my crotch and climbed into the pocket. I gave her a moment to settle in, then zipped it up and said “Here we go.” She said “Good luck, you can do this!” I got out of the car, fed the meter, and walked down the street. We were a block from her apartment building. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the double doors to the lobby, I took a deep breath and then walked in and headed for the elevators. I could feel her pressed against my stomach, trying to stay as flat and unmoving as she could. It warmed me inside that she put that much trust in me. I was determined to show her I was worthy of that trust. I wasn’t going to let her down. The woman at the lobby desk stood up as if she was going to stop me. I smiled and tried to put on my charm (what charm, who am I kidding?) “Hi! I’m here to see Shelly Culpepper in 8C.” She said “Just a moment, I’ll buzz her.” I could hear her speaking quietly into the phone for a few moments, then she nodded her head and set down the receiver. “Okay Mr. Smith, she is expecting you. Take the first bank of elevators on the left.” I smiled and nodded “Thank you” and strolled to the elevator, trying not to look suspicious. Once the elevator doors closed I exhaled. I patted my stomach gently, feeling Melanie’s back and the curve of her bottom. I took a couple more deep breaths before I left the elevator, looking at the room numbers until I located 8C. |
1693115059 | melanie5 | I knocked on the door to apartment 8C politely. In barely two seconds the door swung open. I was greeted by a middle aged woman, blonde with a little gray mixed in, a bit heavyset but with cheeks that suggested she smiled often. Definitely the motherly type. She was obviously waiting on me. I offered my hand and introduced myself as Melanie’s boyfriend. She furrowed her brow and said “I know, Mel told me, but I thought she was still seeing that other guy, the one with the bushy beard.” I said “She broke up with him a few weeks ago. Melanie and I used to work closely together a while back, we’ve known each other for years. We got together recently and it’s just clicked. It’s like we were always meant to be together.” I don’t know why I was babbling like this, but she seemed the motherly type, so it just spilled out. “So then why is the other guy still coming here?” I heard a faint gasp coming from inside my hoodie. I tried to keep a straight face, hoping Shelly didn’t hear that. I said “Are you sure? Oh crap, she’s not going to be happy. She said she was afraid he still had a key, but she tells me they had an ugly fight when they broke up.” “Oh dear, that sounds terrible. She is such a sweet girl. I haven’t seen her around in weeks, but he’s been over here several times. He’s quite noisy.” I cringed at the thought. “I really don’t know what he’d be doing here, he has no business here. We’ll have to get the locks changed. Melanie was sent off on a project out of town …” “Yes that’s what she told me.” She didn’t sound convinced, but at least she wasn’t pushing it. “I’m going out to see her this weekend. She wanted me to come get some of her things and check on the place. She’s going to be so pissed, er, excuse my language, if her ex has been here while she’s gone.” “I can just imagine. Anyway, I have her other key. Why don’t we go take a look.” It sounded like she was going to go in there with me. Just lovely. My mind started racing, thinking how I was going to shake her so we could check out the apartment alone. I smiled and said “Yes, that would be great. Thank you, Melanie tells me she appreciates having a neighbor around that she can trust.” There, hopefully she’ll drop her guard a little around me. “She tells me that you were locked out once and that’s why the two of you shared keys, in case something like that ever happened again.” I looked for her reaction, hoping I wasn’t laying it on too thick. She nodded “Yes, that’s right. We try to look out for each other. Well, I will say that you seem much nicer than the last guy she was dating.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Maybe I could make this work. We stepped across the hall to 8D and she unlocked the door for me. I looked around and found the light switch and took a moment to look around from the doorway. It was a small apartment, maybe one bedroom in the back and a small kitchen with a breakfast bar open to the living room. There were empty and partial pizza boxes and beer cans strewn about and stains all over the carpet. Holy crap this place was a mess. “I can’t imagine she left it like this. She is going to be so mad. I imagine she’s going to want me to take inventory and then I’ll give her a call once I figure out what’s what. I’ll try to clean up what I can while I’m here. It sounds like I might be here a while.” Shelly accepted that and said “Okay. Well she did vouch for you this afternoon. So I assume I can trust you with this key.” She gave me a scrutinizing look. “Just do what you need to do and I’ll be across the hall if you need me.” I shook her hand. “Thank you so much! It was nice to finally meet you in person.” Ugh, I hope I wasn’t laying it on too thick again. But she seemed to accept the greeting, nodding and heading back to her apartment. Key in hand, I waited for her to shut her door, then stepped inside and closed Melanie’s door. I walked over to the kitchen bar, pushed aside some of the boxes and cans and unzipped my hoodie so that she could climb out onto the bar. She had heard the whole conversation of course, but I suppose that didn’t prepare her for the mess she saw. She gasped as she took it all in. “That animal! That F*CKING ANIMAL!” She was pissed. Stomping her little feet on the counter and pacing back and forth. I already knew she was not the messy type to begin with, just from living with her for two weeks. Hoping to distract her a bit I asked “Do you have some trash bags? I’ll start picking up some of this stuff so we can see if anything is actually missing.” “Uh, um, yeah. Bottom drawer over there.” I followed where she pointed and found a box of kitchen bags. Gonna need a lot of those. I started folding and flattening boxes and cans and bagging them. I was able to clear off the bar and counter, then I made my way over to the sofa. Food crunched under my feet as I walked. “I may need a vacuum too.” “In the closet” “Closet. Right.” Then I stopped for a moment to look back at her. I’d been running around for 15 minutes just bagging up trash and starting to make a dent. “Hey, do you need anything? Something to drink?” I went to the pantry and found a small box for her to sit down on. “Honestly I feel like having a glass of wine. Or make that several.” I looked around and then in the refrigerator I found a half bottle of chilled zinfindel. “I’m guessing the animal doesn’t drink wine, only beer?” She nodded. I said “I guess there’s not a thimble here, how about … Ooh, will this work? If I wash it out first?” I found a cap from a tube of … something. Maybe a pen cap, but it looked about the size of a tall wine glass for her. So without even waiting for a response, I diligently washed it in the sink and dried it, then poured a tiny amount of wine into it, trying (and failing) not to spill any. Well, at least I tried. I handed her the ‘wine glass’ and she took it in both hands and began sipping from it. “Thank you. I really needed that. I feel bad that you’re doing all the work here.” “No, I need you to rest, I will get this done and then we can try to look around. We do seriously need to figure out how to get the locks changed though.” “Yeah” she sighed. I continued bagging up trash, I probably had 8 bags so far and I wasn’t finished in the living room yet. She sat sipping her wine and watching me, pointing out cans stuffed in the windowsill and wrappers sticking out from under the sofa and gum stuck to the TV table. That girl has eagle eyes. I lined up bags by the door and she described where to find the trash chute, in the little room next to the laundry for this floor. I hefted two bags at a time and began making trips back and forth to get rid of the trash bags. Then I found the vacuum and began vacuuming up the suspicious snack foods that I kept stepping on and grinding into the carpet. Finally after almost an hour, the place was actually starting to look livable. I was not about to sit on that sofa though, the cushions were full of some questionable stains that I would require more time than we had today. I turned to her and said “Okay, are you ready to check out the other rooms?” She nodded and lifted up her arms, still holding her little ‘wine glass’ as I gently scooped her up and we walked into the bedroom. Before I could even take it all in, she shrieked. The bed and nightstand were covered in a jumble of beer cans, chips and used condoms. There was at least one hole kicked in the wall. There goes the security deposit. Pictures were on the floor, the glass cracked. The lamp was missing its shade. Oh, there it was, flattened and sitting in the corner. With one hand I brushed the edge of the dresser clear for her, again found something for her to sit in, then offered to refill her wine glass. She took a last gulp and handed me the glass to refill. I refilled her tiny ‘glass’ while trying to at least spill less than last time. I managed to get more than half of it into the glass this time. I wiped off the edges and then brought her the full glass. She took it in both hands and took another big sip, then said “Thank you.” I went back for more trash bags and got to work, from one corner of the room to the other. Halfway in, I asked her if she wanted to bring the blanket and comforter back to wash. Part of me hoped she’d just say chuck it. They were covered in stains, some of them food, some dried semen and some I really didn’t want to know. She grimaced and I could tell she was torn. “If it has some sentimental value, that’s fine, we can bring it and I’ll do my best to wash it.” She said “You know what, I have a new life now. Seriously. I’m coming to terms with that and I’m happy being with you. I’m not sure if I will ever need most of this stuff again.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you, if you want to save some things we can.” She gave me a determined look and said “Okay, but not that comforter. I don’t want to be reminded of that idiot every time I look at it. It’s totally ruined for me now.” “Okay. I’ll take it out with these bags. Be back in a minute.” I bundled up the comforter, blanket and sheets together, wishing I’d brought work gloves or something so I wouldn’t feel filthy touching this stuff. I knotted the ends to make a big ball and hefted it over my shoulder, grabbed a couple trash bags and took off down the hall to the trash chute. We continued through the bedroom, the closet – which surprisingly wasn’t in too bad a shape – and then made our way to the bathroom. I cleaned off a corner of the sink first and then set her down. I said “Let me know what you want to keep. I found a couple canvas totes that survived the kitchen.” She snorted. Then she looked around and started pointing out several jars of makeup and a little mirror and some sponges and miscellaneous items, none of which really took up much space in the tote, which I was glad for. She directed me to a shoebox in the top corner of the closet, full of important papers. Somehow it was untouched. I placed the entire box in one of the tote bags. “Hey, I haven’t seen a computer.” She signed. “Yeah. My work laptop went to work with me that last day, so I have no idea what they did with it. I had a lot of stuff on there. I do have another laptop though … check the bottom dresser drawer.” I took a look and didn’t see it. I looked through the other drawers. Then on a hunch I got down on my knees and looked around. “Aha!” I reached under the bed and pulled out the laptop. Or most of it. “Ugh.” “What?” She couldn’t see from her perch on the sink. “It’s kindof a mess. The screen is cracked and the keyboard is covered in … something. It looks like somebody barfed on it.” She growled. “That animal, I’ll strangle him if I ever see him again!” Then a pause as she took in her reflection in the mirror. “Dammit!” “I guess that’s my job now, strangling your enemies and defending your honor.” I took a bow. She snorted. “My hero.” “Let’s take it anyway, despite the, um, questionable patina. Maybe I can pull out the files and transfer them to your new computer.” She smiled this time. “If you can that would be great. Mostly I have pictures and contacts and stuff. And oh, yeah, my lease is on there. If you can get to that, I want you to take a look at it with me, see what we need to do.” “Okay.” I placed the laptop in a plastic trash bag and then squeezed it into the canvas tote. We made plans to come back another time to arrange for Goodwill to come take the furniture and most of what’s in her closet. We’d retrieved some books, some pictures (without the frames) and some panties, which she was a little embarrassed to watch me handle but that she thought maybe she could use the material and make some to fit her new figure. Once I’d finally taken all the trash out – and Melanie had downed a third ‘glass’ of wine – I said “I should probably take a quick shower before the movie. Are you fine hanging out here? Do you need to wash up too?” She bit her lip for a moment, looked up at me and said “Hmm, tell you what. Why don’t I join you in the shower?” “For real? What do you want to do, stand on the floor?” “No, silly! You have been awesome, the way you figured out how to get into my apartment, you even cleaned the place while I sat here getting buzzed.” She gave me a silly grin. “So before we go out on our ‘date’ I want you to do whatever you want to do with me. I’m serious. I totally trust you. Anything is fair game, as long as I don’t get hurt. This is my gift to you.” As she spoke she lifted her dress up over her head and lay it on the edge of the sink. I was speechless for a moment. She noticed and giggled. “Anything?” “Yeah. I want you to enjoy yourself. You give me pleasure every day, usually several times per day. You always keep me happy. You’re by far the best boyfriend I’ve ever been with. But I, um, have a little trouble reciprocating. I want to be a good girlfriend. I want to make you happy too.” “You already make me happy. I love being around you. I want to be around you all the time. I’m serious.” She blushed. “I love you so much. I do. I’m serious too though, I want you to take me in the shower with you and do whatever you want. I can be your sex toy. Your loofah. Explore me. Use me. Do it before I change my mind, okay?” “Alright.’ I started to undress in front of her, laying my clothes out so I could put them back on later. I started up the water and let it warm up for a minute. I said “I’ll be gentle. Are you ready?” She lifted her arms up and let me scoop her up as I stepped into the shower. With the water running down my back, I looked at Melanie in my hand. She was more than just a girlfriend. In such a short time, our lives had become intertwined and there was no going back. My eyes explored her features as she lay back in my hand, arms and legs draped over, eyes closed but smiling, trusting me. I stroked her cheek and ran my finger down, between her breasts, then down her stomach, between her legs. I felt her toned little calf muscles between my finger and thumb, then one of her tiny feet. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking gently up to her knee, before I slid her out and gently turned her over in my hand. I felt her breasts press against my palm. With a little soap on my two fingers, I caressed her back for a moment, then caressed her ass, one finger on each cheek. I spread them, then I glided a third finger over her pussy and ass in one slow stroke. She let out a little moan of pleasure. Then I squirted a dollop of soap onto her back. I brought her up to my chest and gently began to rub her soapy back against my chest. I said “If this is too much, say so and I’ll stop, okay” She nodded yes, so I kept going. I took my time, lathering her back and rubbing her over my chest, my arms, and rubbing her bottom against my armpits. I continued on, with more soap, rubbing her body against my upper legs and then my crotch. I slipped her in between my ass cheeks and then back up and over my balls. I knew what I wanted to do next, badly, but I resisted the urge until I could finish washing. I was worried I was going to hurt her, but she never stopped me. I switched to the other foot, doing the same thing. I rinsed her off gently, then turned her over put more soap on her chest. I squatted and rubbed her again between my legs, feeling her tiny breasts between my cheeks again and back over my balls. Then I held her against my stiff member and began to slide her up and down it, feeling the now stiff nipples of her breasts and her tiny bush of hair against the sensitive shaft. She wrapped her legs and arms loosely around it as I continued rubbing her until I was close to exploding. I could tell she sensed the imminent eruption, as she gripped tighter. But that’s not what I wanted. I nudged her arms back. She understood what I wanted and let go. I held her in my hand, right in the line of fire, her pussy barely an inch away. She was on the verge of coming herself and dropped a hand down to finish herself off, right before I shot my load all over her, covering her from her crotch up to her face in hot goo. As she caught her breath, she rubbed it all over herself and licked her lips, even slurping up a little as she rubbed it off her cheeks. She wiped it off her eyes and looked up at me. She smiled and said “So, how was I?” I said “You were amazing. That was incredible. Intense.” She gave me a scrutinizing look. “I could tell you were being gentle. I told you that you could use me. Manhandle me. I'm your toy!” “But you mean so much more to me than that.” She gave a happy sigh and said “I know.” I proceeded to gently clean her from head to toe, washing her face, her arms and legs, and of course giving her breasts and pussy and ass the attention they deserved. Then I turned off the water and stepped out, laying her first on the only clean towel left in the place. I gently blotted her dry, let her climb off and onto the sink, and then I dried myself off and got dressed. When we were dressed and ready to head out, with our two canvas bags packed up and ready, I asked her if she wanted to ride back in my hoodie or in the tote bag. She said “I love being that close to you, laying against you.” “Okay, hoodie it is. Let’s pick out a movie first.” I pulled out my phone and opened the movie app. “I’m thinking one of those theatres with the big recliner seats, those are pretty private. Maybe in the back row. A theatre that isn’t crowded.” “Yeah that sounds good.” She picked out a movie and we found a single seat in the back with nobody around us. I placed the order and then scooped her up and lay her in the inside pocket. I put the key safely in my pocket and hefted the two canvas bags, shut the door behind me and we headed back to the car. |
1693115062 | melanie6 | I pulled up at the theatre and found a parking space. I said “Hey, what do you want me to get you to eat? It might be hard to ask you once we’re in line.” She giggled. “So true! Okay, maybe a little popcorn and some water. Wish I could bring my glass of wine in with me.” “Okay. Are you ready?” I held my hoodie open and she proceeded to climb over the console and into my lap. She stood on my crotch for a moment and looked up at me. She said “Actually, I’m afraid they’re going to think you’re smuggling snacks into the theatre. So I have another idea, but work with me here.” I raised my brows. “Oh?” “I’m going to need you to unzip your fly.” I think my brows about hit the roof of the car. “Huh?” “Trust me, I think I can make this work. Fly please?” She stepped back onto my leg and put one hand on the steering wheel to steady herself, as I unzipped myself, glancing around to make sure nobody was watching from the parking lot. Luckily the sun had gone down and we were parked towards the edge of the lot. She knelt down on her knees and pulled the fly open, then reached in to find the fly of my underwear and pull that open as well. Then she scooted up on her butt and placed both feet into my fly. “Are you sure this is going to work?” “Yep. Just don’t squish me. Walk straight and don’t sit back down without warning me first.” “How am I supposed to warn you?” “Ah. Okay, how about you jingle your keys in your pocket so I know you’re going to sit. I don’t want you to sit on my legs, so give me a minute to move them out of the way.” She proceeded to wiggle her legs into my pants. “Um, uh yeah. I um, imagine, ooh, I hope I can walk while you’re doing that. I … yeah, I imagine I’ll feel you move before I sit.” “Honey, just roll with it.” At that she worked herself the rest of the way in and stuck one arm back out, giving me the thumbs up. I slowly got out of the car and shut the door. I could feel her getting comfortable down there, snuggling up to me. I felt one of her legs work its way between my ass cheeks and something else wrapping around my dick, I was lucky nobody was right there to see the look on my face. After my initial reaction, I took a couple deep breaths and started walking, understanding completely now why she wanted a warning before I sat down. I called up the ticket on my phone, the attendant scanned it and didn’t seem to suspect anything odd. I got in line for popcorn and water, with lots of napkins, then made my way to the theatre. Once I found our seat, in the back row, I was glad for the large recliner seats and the sparse audience. I stood in the aisle, set down the food and drink and jingled my keys. I could feel her moving around down there. Once I could feel her legs were out of the way I slowly, carefully slid down into the seat. Then glancing around to make sure nobody else was looking, I brought my hand down and rubbed her through the fabric of my pants, then quietly unzipped myself. After another minute of wiggling, I felt her plant a kiss on my shaft and then a few moments later a head popped out of my fly. She looked up at me and smirked, then climbed the rest of the way out of my fly and sat down on my leg. I quickly zipped myself back up and whispered “I can’t believe you did that!” She gave me a wicked grin. “That was fun! Oh and by the way, you’re a little wet down there. I think you had fun too.” I quickly gave her the “Shhh” sign and looked around, hoping the couple 3 rows down didn’t hear that. Did she forget we were in public? She just giggled. Then she climbed over my lap and onto the armrest. I draped my arm over the edge and she snuggled up to it. One-handed, I laid out a napkin at her feet, placed a few popcorn puffs and then carefully filled the bottle cap with water, thinking how much easier this would have been before she sat down. Then I leaned over and gave her a kiss, my lips covering her whole face. I could feel her tiny tongue trying to work its way between mine. The movie was a suspense thriller that she had picked out. At one point in the movie, the hero was sneaking into the villain’s house to recover some piece to a crime puzzle. I leaned over and whispered, “Maybe we should borrow some clues from this. You know we’re going to have to do a little breaking and entering soon ourselves.” She looked up at me and groaned, “More than a little. Don’t remind me.” Realizing I shouldn’t have brought it up while she was enjoying the moment, I began to stroke her leg. After a minute she said, “Well if you’re going to do that …” and she sat up, scooted the popcorn out of the way and lay down on her stomach on the armrest, her lower legs and feet up against my arm where her back had been. I knew this meant she wanted a back massage. Who was I to say no? So I began to stroke her back with two fingers. As I often did when I was rubbing her back, I included her bottom in the massage, kneading it with my thumb. That earned me a subtle moan of pleasure. After a few minutes I slid her dress up and massaged her on the skin, two fingers on her back and my thumb on her bottom, kneading her cheeks and occasionally brushing between her legs. I was very tempted to make her come right here, but started to panic at the thought of having an audience, with people only 3 rows away. She changed my mind though, when she nudged her legs apart and the tip of my thumb brushed her already damp pussy. My girlfriend was tiny, but she was a horny little vixen. I couldn’t resist at that point, but I leaned forward and gave her the “Shhhh” sign with my finger to my lips, before I massaged her bottom again and slipped my little finger between her legs. I heard a little gasp from her lips as my finger found the gap between her pussy lips. I worked it into her a bit and felt her warmth surround my finger. I gently pumped her, all it took was a slight movement. She began to move her hips in time with my finger. I could feel her heart racing and her uneven breathing, soon followed by the telltale tremor through her body as she climaxed for me. ----------------- After the movie we were both pretty exhausted and just crashed. I set Melanie on the bathroom counter to freshen up while I hauled her bags in from the car, got undressed and loaded the washing machine to run overnight. I swung by the bathroom myself, then when I was done I scooped her up and brought her to bed, laying her on the pillow next to me and tucking her in with a hand towel. Then I climbed in beside her and we both conked out, for the first time in a while. ------------------ The next morning I awoke to an unusual sensation. I lifted my head up and noticed a lump between my legs. I gently lifted the covers, suspecting what I might find. Sure enough, at some point in the night Melanie had crawled down there and snuggled up between my legs. She was still asleep herself, which was also unusual. Most times she was up before me. I just lay there for a while, not wanting to disturb her. Eventually she stirred and turned her head up, looking up at me watching her under the sheets, and gave me a lazy smile. I said “Good morning, sunshine.” She snorted. Then she stretched on her back for a minute, rolled over and climbed on all fours up my chest. Just below my neck, she stood up, leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the corner of my mouth. “G’morning honey. Gotta pee.” I looked at her for a moment. What a strange greeting. Then common sense hit me like an anvil. I mouthed “Oh” and wrapped my fingers around her, lifting her up as I swung my feet to the floor and shuffled over to the bathroom. I set her down in the sink. She cleared her throat and said “Seat please?” Once again I mouthed “Oh” but didn’t complain as I formed a seat with my hand. As she proceeded to do her business, I said “Okay, this week I’m working on getting you a proper seat.” She said “Okay, but no rush, your hand is pretty comfy. You do need to work on those ramps though.” Ah, it seemed like at least a week ago, not two days, that I’d been sketching my plans for those. The plans that were still sitting on the kitchen table. ------------------- As we downed our usual pancakes for breakfast, I told her I had a light schedule for work. She proceeded to rattle off our task list, which seemed to be growing. I stopped her and said “Hold that thought” and began fishing through a drawer until I found a little white board and marker. “Okay, now I’m ready.” “One, you need to help me get into my laptop so I can find my apartment lease, so I can figure out when and how I can give notice and what else we need to do.” “Okay, I’m hoping I have a charger that will work,” I said as I began jotting down her tasks, “if the computer inside isn’t damaged maybe we can just hook it up to a monitor and keyboard.” “Two, we need to find the agreement that my siblings signed. I need to see what’s in that.” “Yeah, I’m thinking the only way to do that is to get into the house when they’re not there. Do you know their schedules, when they’re not around? Do you know where they’d have stashed it?” “I really don’t know them very well at all. I had little contact with them for years until THIS happened. Since our parents passed away and they inherited the house, I didn’t really have anyone else to list on the emergency form, but I never expected the company to ever have to contact them.” She sighed. “I wish I could have just left that blank on the form, or put someone else.” She paused. “Like you.” “I wish you had, but when you left I didn’t even know if you still had my number. I was surprised to hear from you. I’m so glad you did though. I was really disappointed when you told me you’d found another job.” “Really?” She grinned ear to ear. A drop of syrup ran down her cheek and I reached out to catch it with the tip of my finger. I looked at her intently. “Seriously.” “Okay. Well we’re here now, which is what counts. But boy have we got a mess to clean up.” “So anything you can find out about them will help. I’m picturing us having to stake out the place and figure out when they’re gone. The more you can figure out now the better!” “Yeah. Ok now back to the list. Three. Gotta get the ex out of my apartment. Either steal my key back or change the locks or something. Before he trashes the place again. He’s going to know someone else was in there. It’s kinda obvious, the place isn’t a trash heap anymore. Thank you again by the way.” She fluttered her eyes at me, in that flirtatious way that seemed to make me want to do anything to make her happy. She noticed me gazing at her and pointed to the board. “Keep writing. Four. Get the money back.” “Uh, I think we need to see what’s in that agreement first.” “Yep, that’s why it’s number four.” My shoulders slumped, thinking how much work was ahead of us. Breaking in and stealing was way out of my comfort zone. As if she could tell what I was thinking, she piped up, “By the way, I know you can do this. We can do this. And it’s not stealing if it wasn’t theirs to begin with. The way I see it, they stole from me and I’m taking it back. With your help of course.” She smiled and fluttered her eyes AGAIN. I was on the hook and she knew it. |
1693115074 | melanie7 | In between work calls, I was able to break away to take a look at Melanie’s old laptop computer. I donned gloves, unsure what it was that was covering most of the keyboard. I dug around in the closet and found an old replacement charger, the universal kind that comes with multiple plugs. Hoping this would do the trick, I tried a few plugs until I found one that looked like it would work. I attached it and plugged the cord into the wall socket, hoping for some luck. Sure enough, the little charging light came on. So now I fished around for a spare monitor and a keyboard and mouse. Luckily I had an assortment of items in the closet. A little while tinkering and before too long I was able to get the laptop fired up. I called over, “Honey, are you okay giving me your password?” She looked up. She was so engrossed in her own research she was basically ignoring me, which was fine. Not like this was anything glamorous, the laptop was still covered in something suggestive of puke, but at least now I didn’t have to touch it except to turn it on. With gloves. Eew. “Sure, hey did you get in?” “Kinda, I just can’t go any further without a password. Unless you want to try typing it in yourself?” She snorted. “Yeah, what am I going to do, stand on each key? No silly, try this.” She proceeded to spell out the letters and numbers and a couple hash signs. “I think that’s it, obviously I haven’t tried it lately.” I carefully keyed in the password and voila, I was in. “Okay, it’s working. Do you want me to try to copy everything onto a thumb drive, or do you want me to do anything here while I’m logged in?” “If you can just copy everything, just make sure you have all my contacts and pictures and files.” She smiled. “If there’s something I can’t find, then you can always go back in and look for it.” “Of course. Okay, let me see what I can do here.” I proceeded to work on backing up her files onto a thumb drive. I went back to do some work for my paying job while the files continued to copy over. Once it was complete, I pulled out the thumb drive, walked it over, reached around her and plugged it into the computer I’d set up for her, the one she could control from her little Barbie desk. She leaned back in her chair and gave me a peck on the cheek as I was pressing the thumb drive into the slot. I turned and planted a big kiss over her face. Then I grabbed her thimble coffee mug, along with my own mug, and said “I’ll be back in a minute.” I came back with fresh coffee for both of us. She took the thimble in both hands and took a few sips before setting it down next to her chair. -------------- After a while, she piped up. “Okay, I’ve got a lot of stuff here. Where’s your marker board?” Damn, that girl was bossy when she wanted something. But who was I to argue, she did depend on me for a lot still. And the fringe benefits were amazing. So off I went to retrieve the board and marker from the kitchen. She gave it a skeptical look. “On second thought, I think you’re going to run out of room.” I pulled out a legal pad and a pen. “Better. Okay, now first off is the house. You know our parents willed it to both of them? They figured I was better off and didn’t need it. I wonder if they’d have changed their minds after seeing how they treated me.” She grimaced. “I’m just glad you’re safe, I’m not going to ever let them do anything to you again.” She smiled. “My knight in shining armor. Or flannel maybe.” She snorted at her own joke. “I do appreciate that, and I appreciate you, but if we want to see what they signed, I think we’re going back to visit the belly of the beast. So here’s the deal.” She looked at me and then pointed at the note pad. “Get ready to write this down. Okay, Tim’s schedule, best I can figure out, is he’s taking a couple classes at the community college and flipping burgers in the afternoons. So his classes are just Tuesdays and Thursdays and he’s got classes from 9 to 1030 and then 1230 until 2. I doubt he goes back home for lunch, but that’s something we need to figure out. It looks like he works at a fast food joint straight evening shift, which makes it a little easier to plan. We’ll need to verify when he leaves for that, or if he goes straight there from school. My guess is he probably has to go home to change.” I kept scribbling. “So we need to figure out where he’s at 1030-1230 and from 2 until his shift starts.” “You got it honey. Plus I think he works Saturdays so he must have one day off during the week. Now Cherie is 18 but she’s still finishing high school. That means weekdays from what, 730ish until 230 and then however long to get home. I don’t know if she takes the bus or gets a ride or drives … add that to the ‘figure out’ list. She’s working at the donut shop after school from like 3 to 6 most days and then after that I don’t know yet. Either way it shouldn’t matter, we’ll need to get in there during the day when they’re both gone.” “Sounds like a stakeout.” She gave me an innocent smile. “Yep, we might be hanging out a few hours, so bring some popcorn.” “How on earth did you figure out all this stuff anyway?” “They post everything on social media. So it’s out there for everyone to see. Apparently they have time to update their status several times per day. Plus once I know what they’re doing I can look up other resources and eventually the puzzle pieces start to fit.” “Okay. So tomorrow is Tuesday, are you thinking what I’m thinking? They shouldn’t recognize my car, right?” “You’re catching on. But I think you should get sunglasses and a cap anyway, and I wonder if we should rent a car or something … anything to keep people from tracing us if we’re spotted. Oh, and I need you to gather a few supplies.” ----------------- So here we were the next morning, with our bag of supplies, sitting in the cab of an old red pickup truck I borrowed from my buddy down the street last night. I told him I had to pick up something in the morning that wouldn’t fit in my car, so he was fine with it and just told me to fill up the tank when I brought it back, no rush. I had on my sunglasses and a generic baseball cap. Melanie sat in the passenger seat, with a stack of those tiny post-it-notes, the 1” ones that I used to use to mark book pages back in college. They were a good size for her to take notes on, now that I found her something to write with. Basically pencil lead wrapped in tape. Nothing fancy but it was just her size and she was making good use of it. We’d parked about 2 doors down, between a couple other cars, enough to make it not so apparent we were there to spy, but close enough to see the goings-on. Earlier we’d seen her sister Cherie leave for school, she had it timed at 705 that she walked to the corner and hopped on when the school bus stopped there. Now we were waiting for her brother Tim. “Okay, I think this may be him leaving now.” “Got it, time 850.” She scribbled on her post-it-note. “He’s getting in the car and pulling out.” “So he should be gone until at least 1130, even if he does come back for lunch. Though we’re hoping he usually stays near the campus to eat.” “Are you thinking we try to go in now? That gives us 2 and a half hours.” “True, but we don’t know where this will be – it might take some time to search.” She rubbed her chin for a minute. “But, I’m thinking maybe we start our search anyway. If we have to come back another time, at least we’ve got confirmation that they’re both gone at this time on Tuesdays.” “Alright. So how are we doing this?” I raised my eyebrows at her. She said “Okay. First, you’ve got everything on my list, right?” I opened the bag. “Spool of twine, check. Command hooks, check. Chocolate bar, check. Though I have no idea what the chocolate is for.” “It’s for me, silly! I need energy.” “Ah, what was I thinking?” “One tends to wonder. Anyway, take the end of that spool and knot it on the Command hook.” I proceeded to knot the end as instructed. “Next, roll up the twine around the hook for me. I need about 5 feet of it.” So I proceeded to roll it up. “Okay, give me that and let me climb into the hoodie.” I held the hoodie pocket out for her to climb into, then I zipped it up. “I hope this works” I said as I began to step out of the truck. At the moment I didn’t see anyone on the street and hoped it would stay that way for a few minutes. I walked towards the house. “Head to the back. Do you remember that doggie door?” How could I forget, that’s where I rescued her the first time. But I continued on, trying to watch my surroundings and afraid to speak out loud in-case someone was within earshot. We got to the doggie door and I unzipped the hoodie. She climbed out and stepped up to the flap. I held it open for her. She said “Such a gentleman” and flashed me a grin before she stepped inside. She turned and said “Okay, I’m going to try to unlock the door, if I can’t do that then I’ll go to the closest window.” I whispered “Be careful!” as she disappeared inside. Now all I could do was wait. I knelt down, hoping that the patio furniture would at least partially hide me from the neighbors if anyone looked this way. It wasn’t long before I could hear some clanks around the door handle. I jiggled it and it was definitely still locked. Soon though, I could hear something inside brushing against the door. It was several agonizing minutes before I heard a different sound, like a latch. Then I heard “Okay, try it now, carefully!” I gently turned the handle and it moved. I pushed on the door just a little bit and it moved. I heard a yelp and stopped. She said “Give me a minute!” and then “Okay, but slowly!” I pushed the door open gradually. As soon as it was open enough to stick my head inside, I realized she was holding tightly to the door handle on the other side. I reached around and wrapped my fingers around her before opening the door the rest of the way and stepping inside. I closed and locked the door behind me. Looking at her in my hand, I said “That is quite a climb!” “You’re telling me? Hey, set me down and gather up my rope, I don’t want them knowing we’re here.” “Good idea.” I gave her a kiss and then set her down on the floor so I could roll up her twine and hook. Just then, I heard a car squealing outside, a car door slam and heavy steps on the front walk. “Oh crap.” I grabbed her quickly, eliciting another yelp, but held my finger to my lips to tell her to be quiet. I dove behind the sofa just as the front door swung open. I could hear “Dammit where did I put that paper” and I could hear stomping around in the next room. Then the footsteps were in the same room with us and coming closer. I held my breath, trying not to make a sound. |
1693115077 | melanie8 | I was crouched behind the sofa, holding my breath, trying not to move or make a sound. Melanie was standing, her hands against my knee, but I was afraid to move, I couldn’t see her well from my position. I’m sure she could hear the stomps coming closer as well. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold my breath. Then I heard “Aha!” and the sound of papers rattling on the same sofa we were hiding behind. He was sitting on the sofa ruffling through folders or books or something. Then he got up. I heard paper being flattened against the table, then the click of a stapler. Then grumbling as the clomping steps moved to the door. As soon as I heard the door slam shut I exhaled. I looked down, Melanie’s eyes were wide and she was trembling. Soon as I heard the tires peeling off I gently wrapped my fingers around her. She looked up at me and started sobbing. I scooped her up and held her to my chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay. He’s gone.” I just held her there for a few minutes and let her calm down. “I’m here, it’s okay.” She held tightly to my shirt and I could feel her shaking as she cried. I could only imagine what she’d been through. Remembering her stories about both her brother and sister – and her ex boyfriend – physically, grossly abusing her was one thing, but being here and seeing how traumatized she was, it really sank in. These people were scum and I swore to myself I would never let them touch her again. Once she calmed down, I stroked her back with my thumb. She looked up at me with her puffy red eyes and just gazed for a minute. She raised her arms, her sign for me to lift her up. I did, gently, and she planted a kiss on my chin. I kissed the top of her head. A part of me, feeling her soft bottom in the palm of my hand, wanted to kiss her all over and ravage her, but I restrained myself. This wasn’t the time, not after we just yanked the scab off one of her old wounds. This was traumatic for her, maybe the last almost 3 weeks she was able to detach from it, but coming here showed me she was still traumatized. “Hey, no rush, okay? How about if I look around and you sit and rest for a bit.” She cleared her throat and wiped a tear from her eye. “How about we stay together?” “Okay. I’m hoping we have a couple of hours. Where do you think we should start?” “My dad had turned my old room into an office I think. I bet it’s still an office. We can look there. I don’t know what this is going to look like, so I don’t know how much help I’ll be.” “You’re going to be a lot of help. You lived here at one time. I’m hoping you know your way around, maybe any hiding places?” She groaned. I carried her down the hall. There were four bedrooms, two clearly in use, one that looked like it hadn’t been used in a while, and then finally one with a big desk and a bookcase. I set her down gently onto the desk, and then I sat down in the chair and took a look around me. I began to open the desk drawers, one at a time. There were miscellaneous papers, correspondence, bills, etc, but so far nothing that looked like a legal agreement. The top drawer was locked. I made note of it to come back to later, and began looking around the bookshelf and the piles of junk in the corner. I saw a black strap poking out from under some old clothes and tugging on it, realized it was a purse. “Hey honey, is this yours?” She walked over to the edge of the desk and peered over. “Holy crap, yes! That’s my purse! The one I took to work that day!” “Okay, we should take it with us then. I’m hoping they won’t notice it’s gone, most of it was buried in this pile.” I lifted it the rest of the way out and then tried to place the old clothes back the way they were. I set the purse on the desk and tilted it sideways, suspecting she might want to have a look. Sure enough, a minute later I looked and she was on her hands and knees, her little butt sticking up out of the flap of the purse. Feeling mischievous, I lifted the back of her dress and planted a quick kiss on her naked bum. She jolted and smacked her head on the inside of the purse. “Hey!” “Sorry, you’re too sexy, I couldn’t resist.” I made an innocent face as she turned back to glare at me. The glare didn’t last long and I was rewarded with a grin. “You’re a good man. You’re lucky though that I hit the purse and not a wall or something, or you’d be in big trouble!” As soon as my look changed from innocent to concerned, she snickered. “At least I have my apartment key – and I think my work key too, I’m surprised they didn’t confiscate that. And my pocketbook. My credit cards. Shit, hopefully these idiots didn’t charge them up. I suppose I should check on that when we get back …” “Did you have much of a balance on there? Do I need to try and pay them off? I guess think about if you want to close them or keep any. Or I could put you on one of my cards too.” “I didn’t even think about that, good idea.” She smiled. “I shouldn’t have much on there, but whatever there was I’m sure is overdue now.” Her smile turned into a grimace. “So you might not want to put me on one of your cards until we get these taken care of first. Damn, I have a good credit score too. HAD.” Sigh. “We’ll figure it out. Right now let me keep digging around. What do you think is in this locked drawer?” I rattled it to show her what I meant. “Who knows. It could have been locked for years. Or on second thought … tell you what, while you’re looking over everything else, let me see if the key is here somewhere.” She proceeded to start walking around the desk, peeking in the pencil cup, tipping it to see if anything was underneath, moving to the calendar pad. Following her with my eyes, I noticed the date for the first time. “Hey, did you notice? This is current. Maybe they are using this room as an office now. Or one of them is.” “Damn, you’re right! How did I miss that? So they might be using that drawer too. Let me keep looking.” She stepped off the calendar pad and bent down to lift one corner. Seeing nothing, she let it drop back down and moved to the next corner. Bending down again, she grabbed the corner with both hands and hefted it up. “Bingo!” I came over and held the corner up with my finger, so that she could let go and bend down to pick up the key. She held it in both hands, stepped back and then held it out for me. I grasped it between my finger and thumb, stepped back, and inserted it into the drawer lock. Melanie got on her knees near the edge of the desk, watching with anticipation as I pulled the drawer open. “This could be something” I said as I pulled it open as far as it would go. There were definitely legal papers in here, folders too. I began to peruse them, careful not to get them out of order. “Looks like one of these is a copy of your parents’ will. Did they ever give you anything or did it all go to them?” “Well, I know they didn’t have a lot, but they did own the house free and clear. I was told my siblings got the house, I figured it was because they were younger and I was already somewhat successful in my career. Umm, at the time I was.” “Just skimming through here, it looks like they were supposed to split the house three ways, but the two of them could remain until they both finished college.” She jerked her head up and gave me an incredulous look. “Seriously? It says that?” “Yep, it says after the house is sold the proceeds are to be split three ways.” “Damn, I should have gotten a copy of that will. I let them tell me that ‘per the will’ they both get to stay in the house. They didn’t give me the whole story. I should have asked more questions. Hey, can you snap pictures with your phone? Then maybe I can look at it later.” “Sure thing.” I proceeded to position the paper to try to get a clear shot of the first page, then the second, and so on. Once I was done, I slid the document carefully back on top of the stack and began to peruse the other items in the drawer. There was a folder at the bottom. I slid the folder out and said “Hmmm” which was enough for her to look up at me expectantly. “Well? C’mon here, you’re getting my hopes up.” “This might be what we’re looking for. It’s dated about 7 weeks ago.” I skimmed quickly through it. “Yeah, I see both their signatures on the last page, and someone whose title is legal counsel for Advanced Future Technology LLC.” I looked at her for some acknowledgment that this was familiar. She jumped to her feet. “That’s it!” “I can’t believe, the first room we look in and here it is.” I thought for a moment. “We should get going soon, but I need to find something to carry this stuff in, I’m gonna look pretty suspicious leaving the house with a purse and a folder.” “Maybe in the kitchen?” “Kitchen it is.” I set my hand down, palm up, and she climbed on board for me to carry her to the kitchen. I set her down on the countertop and rummaged through the lower cabinets until I found some paper shopping bags. “I think this will do” I said as I pulled out a smaller bag and opened it up. “Okay, anything else you need before we get going?” I glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Crap, it’s almost 11. I didn’t realize we were in there that long. We’ve gotta get going.” I carried her back to the office, where I stuffed her purse and the folder into the bag, and then slid the drawer shut and locked it, sliding the key back under the calendar mat. Just then, I heard a car pulling in. I looked at my phone. “Shit! It’s like 1120 already! The kitchen clock must be slow.” We were too far from the back door to get there without being seen, so I grabbed Melanie, eliciting yet another yelp, and ran for the back bedroom. I shut the door, hoping to buy us enough time to sneak out through the window. Setting her down on the bed, I heard the front door swing open and bang against the wall. I tiptoed to the back window and tried to open it, but it was actually nailed shut. Who the hell nails windows shut? Isn’t that like a code violation or something? Geez. I tried harder and couldn’t get it to budge without pulling out that nail, which wasn’t happening right now. At that point I heard footsteps in the hallway and a voice grumbling “I don’t remember closing this door.” Before we could do anything, the door swung open. I jumped behind the bed, but Melanie was still sitting in the middle of the bed. She shrieked. At that her brother’s eyes got wide. “Look what we have here!” He laughed. “Seems you’ve been hiding from me, you naughty little thing. Your master is going to teach you a lesson, and then we’re going to make up for lost time. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.” At that he reached for her. She jumped back and ran for the edge of the bed. “Stand still!” I couldn’t let this happen. I got up off the floor and before he knew what happened, I drew back my fist and decked him. I had so much pent up anger in me over how they treated her, and I took it out on her brother. He fell back and slammed against the wall. He growled like a tiger and came at me with his own fist. I ducked and then socked him in the gut, then followed up with a fist to the jaw so hard his head flung back. He crumpled to the floor. I waited a minute to see if he was getting back up, but he wasn’t. He was still breathing though. “I think I knocked him out.” My hand stung. “Damn that hurts. I may need ice on that later. Let’s get out of here before he wakes up.” I reached for Melanie and she nearly jumped into my waiting hand. I gently set her into the shopping bag with the purse and folder, then headed for the back door. Checking to make sure my sunglasses were still on and my cap was pulled low, I quietly went out the back door and pulled it shut, then tried to look nonchalant as I walked around, to the sidewalk and then back to the truck, thinking to myself how close we came to Melanie getting hurt. I was glad for her suggestions to hide my appearance and not drive my own car. Also glad we lived an hour’s drive away. As soon as I got to the truck, I set the bag down gently on the floorboard, reached down to retrieve Melanie and set her in the passenger seat, and then we took off, in the opposite direction from the house. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “For even putting you in that position. It makes me sick. I should have grabbed you and hidden you first, but he came in so quickly …” “Honey, you were my hero. When I saw you up there fighting for me, I wasn’t as scared anymore.” “I just can’t believe I had that in me. I’m not a violent person. Well, you already know that.” She smiled. “I just got so angry, when I saw how you reacted the first time he came in, I swore to myself I would never ever let them touch you again. I got angry for you and took it out on him.” We both sat silently for a few moments, as I steered the truck onto the highway. Then I felt something on my leg. I glanced down and saw Melanie climbing up to stand in my lap. She reached her arms wide and hugged my stomach and kissed me. I reached a hand down and stroked her back. Then she lifted her leg up and I felt her running her foot over my crotch, giving extra attention to the bulge starting to form in my jeans. Eyes on the road, eyes on the road. |
1693115079 | melanie9 | We made it home. I let Melanie climb down off the seat and into the tote bag, which was fine as it gave me a minute to clear my head after she spent half the ride back in my lap trying to give me a hard-on. That girl is incorrigible! I checked to make sure she was secure, and then lifted the bag up off the floorboard and carried it into the house. Once I set the bag down, scooped up my girlfriend and carried her to the bathroom to freshen up, I said “I’m going to go return the truck, will you be alright for a few minutes?” “Yeah. Now hurry back so I can properly thank you.” “What for?” “For everything. Coming to my rescue. Staking out the house. Finding not only that legal agreement but my dad’s will, and even my purse! And of course rescuing me again.” “Was there any question?” “I suppose not, but I appreciate you more than you know. Now hurry back so I can make my man happy!” “I’m already happy being with you.” “Okay, I’ll make certain parts happier.” She smirked. “I’d better hurry back then.” “You better!” At that I stepped out, confident she could handle the sink on her own. I remembered I’d forgotten to fill the gas tank, so I drove to the station first and filled up, then drove back to return the truck and the keys. After a few minutes of chit chat, I checked around to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind, and then walked back to the house, with my cap and sunglasses in my hand. Holding those reminded me again that we had just broken into a house and I’d just assaulted someone. Granted, it was Melanie’s parents’ house and she was 1/3 owner according to the will, and her brother was about to assault her when I punched him, but how would I explain all those things if they put out an APB for a guy with my description driving a red truck. Hopefully we didn’t raise suspicion, a stranger leaving the house with a tote bag. Thankful again for driving a borrowed truck and not my own car. I got back in, set my cap and glasses down by the entry and made a beeline to the bathroom, where my girl was waiting. She’d filled up the sink and stripped and was soaking in the warm water. She looked up and smiled at me as I walked in, her arms up on the side of the sink like it was a hot tub, her breasts floating at the water line. The first words out of my mouth, after I caught myself gawking, were “Damn you’re sexy.” She grinned ear to ear. I forgot all about the pain and cuts on my hand. I knelt down in front of the sink, with my chin about level with the countertop, and placed one hand in the water. She giggled as I moved my hand like a fish swimming across the water towards her. When I got to her I ran my index finger between her breasts and then traced each one with the tip of my finger, brushing her nipples along the way. She let out a contented “Mmmmm” but otherwise didn’t move, happy to let me explore. I lowered my finger down her stomach and over her tiny tuft of pubic hair, settling in between her thighs. She said “Hey big boy, how about we take this into the tub?” She cocked her eyebrows and managed to keep a straight face with my finger sitting between her legs. I slowly slid my finger out from between her legs, brushing her pussy lips and feeling just a hint of slickness there. I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it and smiled. “Okay.” I stepped away and began running hot water in the tub. She stretched out, with her arms still over the lip of the sink, and said in her most sensuous voice, “Strip for me!” I can never resist when she talks like that. I began to unbutton my shirt and slide it off. She whistled, encouraging more. I kicked my shoes off into the hallway and then slowly unfastened my belt and slid my jeans down. I kicked those off and onto the pile. Then standing there in just my underwear and socks, I watched her swim to the edge of the sink to get a closer look. I slid my thumbs into the waistband and slowly slid my underwear down to my knees, then letting them fall to the floor, where I kicked them off as well. Lastly I took my socks off and tossed them into the hallway with the rest. I stepped up to the sink and let my penis flop onto the counter, knowing she would come to greet it. Never one to disappoint, she put her hands on either side of the head and planted a long, deep kiss onto it, her tiny tongue penetrating the tip as she tried to drive it as deep as she could. I began to stiffen from the sensation, pushing her back. She brought her head back and looked up at me with her bedroom eyes, and seductively said “Are you ready for me?” “Hell yeah.” “Okay, then let’s get me to the tub!” I stepped away to check the water, it was pretty warm and the tub was more than half full, so I shut off the water, hoping this wouldn’t be too deep for her. I suppose I could always drain some if needed. Then I went back to the sink and held out my palm. “Your ride awaits” I said as I gave her a mock bow. She climbed up and sat her wet bottom in my palm and held onto my thumb for support. I hoisted her up and gave her a kiss on the stomach, and then stepped into the tub and got myself comfortable, with my back against one side and my feet against the other. I lowered her down onto my chest. She crawled up and using her hands on my chin to brace herself, stood up and then planted a kiss on my lips, most of her face pressed against my lips as I felt her tiny tongue trying to work its way between them. I reached my hand around to cup her bottom, but she saw it coming. She gave me a coy smirk and then jogged down my chest and abdomen and dove into the water between my legs. I watched her swim to the other end and then dive under where I couldn’t see her. A moment later I felt her grabbing my balls, before her head popped up just to the right of my penis, which was at about half mast. She wrapped her arms around it, and then swung one leg up and then the other. I saw her bend her head around just long enough to give me a devilish grin, and then she wrapped herself tightly around it and began to rock her hips, rubbing her whole body against it in a rhythm. It didn’t take long for me to stiffen up, lifting her up above the water with it. Encouraged by that, she kept at it, using her arms and legs and chest and other parts to bring me pleasure. As I began to erupt, she held on tightly, leaning her face into the mouth of the volcano, trying to catch some of the warm magma. Her head was covered as she swallowed as much as she could and licked her lips. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around her, lifting her up and depositing her slick body onto my stomach, chest down. I stroked her back with two fingers. She glanced up at me and smiled, then lifted herself up on her elbows, resting her hands on her chin, so she could gaze up at me. She bent her knees, swinging her feet, while I gave her a little massage. I worked one finger lower, massaging her bottom. She gave me a happy little moan and parted her legs, encouraging me. I pinned her down gently with my thumb against her lower back, as I slid my pinky finger between her cheeks. Being that she was still covered in slick goo, it was easy to glide my finger to its destination, brushing the tip against her pussy lips. I massaged them for a minute, and I could see the anticipation in her face just before I slid my soaked finger between her lips, penetrating her. I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. She looked up at me and I could see the reactions in her face as I slowly pumped my finger in and out of her. I could feel her bucking under my thumb just as I could feel her own wetness intermingling with the goo that had run down covering her. For a moment I stopped and just held my finger still inside her. She tried to pump her hips to keep going, but my thumb held her. She looked me right in the eyes, and between heavy panting she shouted “Don’t ... stop ... now!” I played coy. “Well … “ “Please!!!!!!” “Please what?” Yeah I was enjoying this a little. “Please finish fucking me, dammit!!” “Well, okay.” At that I started pumping her again with my little finger, gently for a moment and then I picked up speed, soon I was banging her pretty hard, at least based on the grunts and groans that rewarded the tiny thrusts my finger made in her little hole. The telltale tremors came quickly and hard, signaling her first orgasm. I paused only a few seconds before a second round, and then a third, before I felt I’d pushed her to the limit. I slowed to a stop and then slowly slid my finger out, dragging the soaking tip over her. I rolled her over onto her back and caressed her stomach and breasts gently for a couple minutes while she caught her breath. Once she had the strength again, she rolled back over and climbed up onto her knees so she could better glare at me. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you!” I smiled. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist. You’re so sexy, but it is a bit of a rush knowing I can control when you have your climax.” She contemplated that for a moment. “Yeah, I bet it is. I suppose it’s a turn-on for me, knowing you have that much control. You’re the only guy in the world I trust having that kind of control over me. So what I’m saying, is … it’s okay if you want to do that. Just not all the time. You get what I’m saying?” “Yeah, I do. I do like letting you have control sometimes too. You’re not mad at me?” “How could I ever be mad at you?” She grinned. “I love you! I want my man to be as happy as he makes me!” “I love you too.” At that I lifted her up so I could plant another kiss on her. She kissed me back just as passionately as she ever had. ----------------- After we finished washing up and got dressed, she told me to grab an ice cube and come sit down for a while. She took the ice cube in both hands and sat on the arm of my easy chair, gently rolling the ice cube over my bruised knuckles. “I still can’t believe I knocked somebody out. Didn’t know I had it in me. Just when I saw what he was going to do to you, I can’t ever let that happen.” “You were my hero.” She bent down and kissed one of my bruises. “I really hope he doesn’t recognize me. I worry they’re going to put out an APB for me or something and the next time I’m out I’ll get arrested. How am I supposed to tell them he was going to rape my girlfriend if I didn’t stop him? It’s not like I can bring you to the police station to give a statement.” “Why not?” I shot her a look. “Seriously? How do we even tell anyone about you without risking that someone's going to break in here and try to take you?” “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that. I don’t think we can just go public. Maybe someday. For now though, I may have to communicate with the outside world, whether I want to or not.” I sighed. “Alright. But let’s take it slow.” “Agreed. For now, don’t worry about my idiot brother. If he ever tries to go after you, I’m willing to go public and rat out all three of them, and the company too. I know I didn’t sign anything. I know you didn’t. I’m going to find out what’s in that paperwork they signed, but I can’t see how they can bind us to it. You’ve got your own work to do, but let’s regroup after I read through everything and make notes.” “Okay.” |
1693115082 | melanie10 | As I played catch-up with my real job (the one that actually pays the bills), I occasionally glanced over at Melanie. That agreement was too big for her to handle at her desk, so I laid it on the floor for her. She had her note pad (the 1” post-it notes) and makeshift pencils (pencil lead that I wrapped in tape) and was on her knees poring over the document, working her way down, making notes and leaving flags in the margins. To turn the page she would get up, lift a corner, and walk with it along the length of the paper until she could drop it back down. Then she’d start over at the top of the next page. She was working intensely, oblivious to her surroundings. I resisted the temptations that came to mind, especially the temptation to sneak up behind her and pinch that cute little butt. It was better to let her work through the material on her own. This was important to her. Finally as it got closer to evening, she stood up and stretched her arms and legs and walked over until she was standing next to my desk. She lifted her arms up, a signal for me to come lift her. So I scooped her up and deposited her on my desk. “Hey babe, what’d you find?” She scrunched her nose. “A hell of a lot of crap and legal mumbo-jumbo, that’s what.” “Anything I can help with?” “I do appreciate that. But let’s talk.” She held her notes in her hand and looked around my desk for a moment, deciding my block of sticky pads was her best choice for a seat. She got herself comfortable and then looked up at me. “First off. I don’t see anything in here about me being legally declared incompetent, so if such a thing was ever done, it’s not here. Second,” she paused and gave me a pointed look, “they refer to them as my caretakers. Whatever that means. I question if that’s a legal standing or if this was their way around going to a lawyer.” She stopped and took a couple deep breaths to calm herself. “My guess? It was more important to them to just keep this a secret. Going to a judge would make it a lot harder to do that.” “So maybe you have more leverage than we feared?” “I .. suppose that’s one way to look at it. Maybe.” “Well think about this. If what you’re saying is true, and I don’t know what’s in the rest of that” as I waved my hand towards the papers on the floor, “but it sounds like they just made them agree to hide you away and not say anything.” “So?” “Well, you had no say in it. Obviously. But if your legal standing never changed, technically you have the same legal rights as you had before the accident. The same rights as me.” I placed an emphasis on ‘me’ as I said it. Her eyes got as wide as saucers. “Damn, you could be right!” She jumped to her feet. “So if I wanted to sue those bastards, I could do it. Or if I wanted to march into the police station and report them for rape, I could do it.” She was getting louder and pacing at this point, pounding her hand into her fist with every ‘do it’. I patted the air. “Okay, okay. one step at a time. Let’s think this through. What else did you find?” “Looks like they got a chunk of money up front. I don’t know if the animal got anything or if he just took the opportunity to abuse me,” she shuddered at the thought, “I can’t tell from this.” I thought for a moment. “Well I assume this is all about keeping quiet about you. So, if he didn’t get his own agreement and he’s not on that one, then your siblings violated the terms by blabbing to him. And if he did have his own agreement, then he could lose everything if he goes public. Which means …” I paused for emphasis. “As long as they can’t touch you, there’s nothing they can do to you.” I could tell her gears were turning. I continued. “So that was a long document. What else is there? I’m sure there’s something in there about what happens if they violate the agreement.” She sat back down. “Okay. It’s a little complicated, but in a nutshell, remember I said they got that lump of money up front.” I nodded. “Apparently as part of the agreement, the company will check in with them. It says periodically, that’s all. They get additional money each year as long as they’re keeping the agreement. Which seems to mean keeping me hidden away and keeping my existence a secret.” “Speaking of which, I’m surprised nobody’s filed a missing person’s report or something. You suddenly disappeared. I know I’d be suspicious.” “Well, my parents both passed away, my only two siblings were paid off to keep me a secret. So who’s going to be suspicious?” “Have you ever checked your email?” She almost fell over, she would have if she weren’t sitting already. I reached out a hand to catch her. “Holy shit.” “What?” “I haven’t checked my email in like 2 months! Geez, what if someone actually was trying to find me? I got so used to fighting to survive I totally totally lost track.” “Well, you need to start logging onto your accounts anyway, we’ve got those credit cards to look at, your bank account, your apartment lease … and by the way, if you want me to just put your name on one of my cards, or you can keep your own, I won’t push you either way.” She smiled. “Have I said lately how awesome my boyfriend is?” “Not for a couple hours at least.” I grinned back. She stood up and waved for me to bend down so she could plant a kiss on my nose. I reached my hand behind her and scooped her up and planted a big kiss on her chest, encompassing her breasts between my lips. I pulled back, holding her in my hand, enjoying the feel of her warm little bottom in my palm. She wiggled her butt to get comfortable. “I love it when you do that.” “Do what?” “Sit in my hand and wiggle your butt.” She cocked her eyebrow. “Or just sit in my hand. You just feel sexy.” “I suppose you like it even better when I’m naked.” “Well, yeah. But even when you’re not, it’s still sexy.” I began to brush her back with my thumb. She leaned into it a little, so comfortable with me that she had no fear of falling. For a couple minutes she just enjoyed my impromptu back massage, while I enjoyed the feel of her against my skin. Then she sat up. “Okay, big guy. We’d better pause before you get me too excited.” “But I like it when you’re too excited.” I smiled innocently as I reached with my finger to lift up her dress and peek underneath. “I bet you do!” She swatted my finger. “We can pick this up later, but apparently I still have a lot of work to do.” She then put on a haughty accent and exclaimed, “Chauffeur, desk please!” “Your wish is my command.” I grinned and gave her a mock bow, then stood up and glided her gently onto the table that held her desk, depositing her gently in front of her telephone-turned-keyboard. I kissed her on the top of the head and said “I’ll start fixing us dinner. Call if you need me?” “You got it, honey.” She grinned. --------------- After I brought Melanie to the dinner table, I surprised her by producing a tiny set of metal utensils. “No more eating with your fingers!” I exclaimed as I handed them to her. She looked at them adoringly. “Where on earth did you find these?!” “I ordered them online, they just arrived this afternoon. I wanted to surprise you! I did get a few sets, but I may have to wash them by hand. I’m worried they’ll get lost in the dishwasher!” “You are so sweet!” “Are you alright with pulled pork? You can try out your new knife, I hope it works!” I slid a little platter of pulled pork and a piece of cornbread onto her little table. As she dug in she mumbled between bites, “I didn’t know how much I missed this!” As we ate, she began to tell me what she’d found in her first foray back into the outside world. “Okay, I paid on all three credit cards. At least nobody tried to use them, but obviously they were way overdue. There’s not much of a balance, but now I have late fees and they jacked up my interest rate.” She grimaced. “I’d consolidate them, but I don’t think they will let me balance transfer now. I’m thinking of getting rid of two of them and just keep one for now.” “Okay. Maybe we can just pay off those two so you can close them. I don’t know how much you have in your bank account, if you want to use mine to pay it off that’s fine.” She beamed. “I am a lucky girl. But I do have enough in my bank still. Here’s what I’m thinking, if I pay off those two, I’ll keep one, eventually I’m open to merging bank accounts if you want, but I have some savings still so there’s no hurry.” “Alright, whatever you want to do.” “Also I looked at my lease and I can move with 60 days’ notice. So I officially gave notice. We’ve got till the end of next month to move everything out and turn in the keys. I don’t know how we’ll do that, maybe you can drop them off. I think we’ll need to make another trip back to the apartment and see if there’s anything we want to bring here. I’m fine donating the rest.” “Damn, you’ve been busy! I didn’t think I was in here that long, was I?” She snorted. “About an hour, honey.” “Well you’ve done a lot in an hour.” “I’m not done yet. I got into my email too. About a thousand spams, but apparently – and you were right – at least someone missed me and wondered what happened.” I sat up straight and leaned in. She continued, “My friend Maria, who used to work with me in the lab, has emailed several times asking questions. I’m wondering if I should respond to her.” “Well what did she say?” She cleared her throat. “Apparently, a few people were asking what happened to me, they’re giving the story that I up and quit and walked out. Not everyone believes that, they say I was happy at work, and I was. Not that I wasn’t happy working for you back then,” she winked, “but this is what I went to college for.” “You know I was heartbroken when you left.” I put my hand on my chest in mock agony. “I loved working with you too. And you were so easy to flirt with. Why do you think I couldn’t bring myself to take your number out of my phone a year after I left?” “Maybe we were destined to be together.” “Maybe so. Stranger things have happened.” “Stranger than this?” I said as I motioned towards her sexy 12 inch body, sitting and eating at a Barbie table inches away from my own plate of food. “Point taken. But you know what I mean.” She paused for a moment. “Anyway, Maria is convinced something happened, that I wouldn’t have just up and left without talking to her, and I got along with everyone. So she knows something’s up, she just doesn’t know what. Should I respond to her?” “I think it would be good to get to the bottom of what happened. Can you trust her to keep this a secret though?” “I’m not going to tell her where I am … but ooh yeah, if we start talking about the accident, it’s gonna be kinda hard to avoid any of the details.” “So shoot her an email. Keep it simple. Up to you, but if you want to talk to her on the phone – so it’s not in writing – you think about it. Oh, and hey didn’t you say you still had your work key in your purse?” “Hey, you’re right. I’m starting to think maybe some snooping is in order.” |
1693115106 | melanie11 | It had been a busy day. Starting out way before dawn to stake out a house an hour away, since then we’d gotten a lot accomplished together. After dinner we were pretty exhausted. Melanie did have me bring her back to her desk while I cleaned the dishes and turned down the bed. Soon as I went in to check on her she piped up, “I did it. I emailed Maria.” “You’re sure we can trust her.” “I think so. She emailed me back in like 5 minutes. Where have you been. What’s going on. They said you quit. Why haven’t you called. We’ve been emailing back and forth a few times already. I know I’m gonna have a hard time keeping everything a secret.” She paused and looked expectantly at me. “And?” I asked. “Well, I was wondering … “ She fluttered her eyes at me, that look that always means she’s got me and I’m about to give in, whether I know it or not. “What if I invite her over here? Talk in person?” I shot her a look. “You can’t be serious?” “Yeah, I am. Now hear me out. If I talk to her in person, she’s more apt to believe the whole story. You’re here so she doesn’t get out of hand. I want to know what’s going on at the company, she’s my inside source. If I want to sneak in and investigate I might need her help too.” I was speechless for a minute. “Uh, are you sure about this? Right now nobody knows about your situation except a few people, all of whom are sworn to secrecy aside from me.” “And somebody, or maybe a few somebodies, at the company. Who know a lot more than that.” “Fair point. Okay, I trust you. Let’s just be really careful about this okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She said softly, “I know.” -------------------------- I carried Melanie to the bathroom and set her down on the counter, so she could get ready for bed. As I got ready myself, washing up and brushing in the other sink, I was treated to my nightly show. She would slink out of her little dress and lay it over the side of the little storage cabinet I’d found, where she had her other dresses folded up in the cubby. I kept some hand towels stacked in the corner. It worked out well having a decent size bathroom, I had no idea how we’d function with a pedestal sink or even a single bowl. I watched her saunter over and slide down into the sink, squat to do her business, then climb back out, and stand behind the faucet handle and push with both hands until the water began to trickle out. Then she grabbed the corner of a hand towel and pulled it over to the edge of the sink. She grabbed her tiny toothbrush off the storage cabinet and slid back down into the sink, where she could brush and wash her face. She climbed back out again, rolled in the hand towel and then threw her body into turning off the handle. She knelt next to her tiny compact mirror, doing whatever it is women do. I suppose as long as she had her cosmetics and stuff – which we’d packed and brought from her apartment last weekend – she was determined to keep her same routine as much as her new size would let her. She caught me watching her as she was looking in the mirror. Without turning her head, she said “You like what you see?” “You know I do, babe.” “Well come over here then and take me to bed.” She stood up and I scooped her into my hand. The feel of her naked body in my palm, is something I couldn’t imagine ever getting old. I lifted her up to my face, sniffed her and said “You smell great!” which won me a grin. I planted a long slow kiss on her bare chest as I carried her into the bedroom. I lay her down on her pillow and she rolled over to watch me strip for bed. I climbed in and gently lay her blanket (a hand towel) over her. We were both pretty wiped out, it had been a long day, but it was hard to resist sneaking my hand under the towel and wrapping my palm around her, intentionally brushing her private parts and feeling her up. She didn’t mind at all, in fact I think she enjoys the constant attention I give her. She lay her arms over my hand like it was a blanket and soon drifted off to sleep. -------------------- The next morning, as soon as we finished in the bathroom, she asked me to bring her back to her desk while I fixed breakfast. Once I had breakfast ready, I came back to scoop her up and carry her to the kitchen, depositing her gently next to her little table, with her favorite tiny pancakes already on a plate. I was starting to get a lot better at making the tiny ones for her without burning them, but it took some practice. As soon as we started to eat, she blurted out “Ooh, Maria’s coming over today.” “What?!” She started to get a little defensive. “Honey, we talked about this.” “No, no. It’s okay. It just caught me by surprise. I didn’t think she’d be coming so quickly. I probably need to clean up around here.” “Um, yeah. She’s off today and suggested coming for lunch.” I glared at her. “And you were going to wait and tell me that when?” “Like now. Chill. She’s fine. The place doesn’t have to be perfect. But I do want to pretty myself up. And what do we have around here for lunch?” I got up and scanned the refrigerator and the pantry. “Think she’s fine with sandwiches, or do we need something fancy?” “Sandwiches are fine. She’s real easy going.” “I hope so. I really hope this doesn’t backfire on us.” She gave me an innocent smile and said “Just trust me on this.” “Okay.” ---------------------- After an hour of doing all the work, straightening, making the bed and vacuuming, while Melanie browsed on her computer, the doorbell rang. Melanie jumped up from her seat as I plunked the vacuum into the closet and shut the door. I gave her a look and then said “Just a minute” and walked to the front door. As I opened the door, a short young woman with long black hair, smiled at me. She was probably 30 or late 20s and wore a form-fitting dress with heels. After taking her in for a moment, I said “Hi, are you Maria?” “Yes, is this Melanie’s house?” She spoke with a very slight accent, I was thinking maybe Central or South American but couldn’t say for sure. “It sure is. She moved in with me about three weeks ago. She can tell you the whole story. I know she’s excited to see you.” I stepped aside. “Why don’t you come in, can I get you a drink?” “Iced tea would be nice if you have it.” I motioned for her to have a seat on the sofa while I fetched her a drink. When I came back, I could tell she was gathering her thoughts. She accepted the glass and said “So. Where is Melanie? Nobody’s seen her in two months. It’s all been a big mystery.” She looked at me with a little suspicion as she spoke, as if I was responsible for hiding all these details. “How much did she explain to you about what happened to her?” Her eyes narrowed. “Not much. She said she was different now, but she was ambiguous. Like different how, different like she started a new diet, or different like she grew fur and a tail?” I could sense sarcasm in her voice. “Well, she’s still the same Melanie inside, but the rest has changed a lot.” Maria jumped up. “Was she injured?” “I suppose that’s one way to describe it, but let me go get her first. Try to stay calm, it may be a bit of a shock when you see her.” “You’re not making me calm.” “Sorry. Just sit and take a deep breath, I’ll be right back.” I left her to go back to the office and find Melanie. She was standing up with her hands on her hips, looking impatient. “Okay.” I took a couple deep breaths myself. “Are you ready?” “I’ve been ready. I’m not sure if she’s ready. But we’ve gotta do this.” She lifted her arms and I gently scooped her up in my hand. I slowly walked back into the front room. As soon as Maria saw me, she said “Is this a joke?” Melanie turned around and said “No joke!” Maria fell back on the sofa, I thought she was going to faint for a moment, but to her credit, she held herself together and sat up, wide eyed, watching me carry Melanie to the coffee table and set her down. “What ... what is this?” I spoke up first. “The lab accident. This is what it did to her. It made her 12 inches tall.” Melanie chimed in, “It’s true.” She proceeded to tell Maria the story of her passing out, her cardboard prison, the horrors her siblings and her ex put her through. Damn, that girl wasn’t leaving anything out. We could feel the loathing as she talked about them. Then she got to the rescue and she got quite animated, describing me as her hero, and even the return trip where I saved her from her brother and knocked him out. As she spoke, I held up my hand to show off my bruised knuckles. Maria was leaning forward, taking it all in. I wasn’t sure if she believed it all, but she looked pretty incredulous when Melanie talked about waking up in a cardboard box after the accident. She was living proof of the accident at least. I chimed in, “Hey guys, do you want to eat in here or move to the kitchen?” Melanie spouted, “Kitchen. She can see the table you got me!” She actually sounded excited at the prospect of showing off to her friend. As we started to get up, she added, “Hey Maria, do you want to carry me?” Maria stopped dead in her tracks. “Uh …” “It’s okay, my man has been so nice taking me everywhere for the last three weeks, I haven’t been held by anyone else. I just thought you might want to see what it’s like.” She looked back at me and winked. “I’m still all yours, honey. Can she borrow me for a minute?” Maria was totally flustered. I spoke up. It’s all right, you just have to be gentle. Hold your hand like this.” I moved my hand as if I were going to scoop her up. “Cupp her bottom with these two fingers. Let her lean back and she’ll hold on to your thumb or index finger if she needs support.” She held out a tentative hand towards Melanie, who to her credit stood there bravely and calmly. She directed Maria where to place her fingers, and then she backed into her hand and leaned back. Maria almost pulled her hand away reflexively, but Melanie grabbed hold quickly, almost expecting that. She said “Okay. Now keep steady and lift me up. Not too fast.” Maria moved her hand up very slowly. I said “You can go a little faster than that. She’s pretty resilient. She just means she doesn’t want to ride a big roller coaster right before lunch.” “Uh, okay.” Maria brought Melanie up slowly and held her in front of her face. “Wow. This is just so strange.” Melanie smirked. “It is for me too. But that’s okay. I’ve had some time to get used to it. As long as I’m with someone I trust.” “You trust this guy?” She tilted her head towards me. “He’s been amazing. I don’t know what I would do without him. Did I tell you we used to work together? Before I left for Advanced. I used to flirt at him like crazy, and being my boss he’d get SO flustered. He was afraid I’d like sue him or something if he made a pass back at me. But he was sooo cute when he was flustered. Why do you think he’s the one I called? I couldn’t bring myself to take his number out of my phone, I just knew I’d see him again someday. Just not like this.” She wrinkled her little nose. Maria looked at me for a minute, scrutinizing me. “You’re watching out for my girl here?” I nodded. “Absolutely. I care about her a lot. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.” Melanie piped up. “You should have seen him stand up to my brother, he ran in before he could even touch me!” She looked back at me. “My hero.” I think I might have blushed, which is kind hard for a guy, but damn she was laying it on thick for Maria. “Umm, how about we go to the kitchen, we can talk in there.” As I walked that way, encouraging them to follow, I said “Maria, are you okay with sandwiches? We have a lot of choices. You can build your own if you want to.” “Sure, no problem. But, how do you make a sandwich SHE can eat?” Melanie said “He makes me wraps with tortillas. He even cuts them so they’re just the right size. I told you, he’s a catch!” Maria said “She’s really buttering you up here, I can see she likes you a lot.” “Yeah. I like her a lot too.” Melanie said “He’s my boyfriend!” Maria halted and almost dropped her. “What? How … how do you … uh, never mind.” “It’s okay! Here, set me down on the table. See, that’s my own table on top of the big one.” Maria set her down carefully and opened up her fingers. Melanie slid out onto the table and then hopped into her seat at her little table. Maria made herself a sandwich while I showed her how I make tiny tortilla wraps for Melanie. I think I actually impressed her. As we sat and ate, I turned to Maria and said “I just want to let you know, my intentions with Melanie are honorable. I meant what I said, I won’t let anything happen to her.” She looked at me. “So, how are you two now boyfriend and girlfriend?” I gave her a bit of a puzzled look. Melanie figured it out first. “Ah, she’s wondering how we, ah, have sex.” Maria almost choked on her sandwich. She set it down and grabbed a drink. As soon as she recovered, she croaked, “If you’re going to talk about that, I think I need something stronger than iced tea.” I got up and pulled out a bottle of chilled white zinfandel. I said “This is her favorite.” I poured us a couple glasses and carefully poured some into a little modified pen cap, ever since our discovery at the apartment that we could make these work like long-stemmed glasses, I always kept a couple clean and ready. Maria readily accepted the glass from me and took several sips. Melanie said “Maria, there’s nothing to worry about. He’s gentle. Plus, a girl has needs, if you know what I mean.” She looked up at me. “Honey, kiss me.” As Maria watched, I bent down and kissed her face. She kissed me right back, her tongue brushing my lips. Maria snorted. “Looks to me like she wears the pants in this relationship.” Melanie put her hands on her hips. “He always did fall for my charms. But I work hard to keep my man happy too.” Maria had a confused look on her face as she looked back from me to Melanie and back. “But … how …” “Oh you’d be amazed at what we come up with. He’s gotten SO good at making ME feel good, I let him have me whenever he wants me. And he wants me a lot. Frankly, my sex life has never been as good as it is now. Not even close.” Maria still looked confused. She turned to me and said “But what … don’t you miss … “as she waved her hand towards my manhood.” “Oh, she makes up for it in other ways, I’ll give her that. She’s something special.” “I bet she is.” She looked back and forth between us, as if trying to figure out how this all worked. Melanie piped in, “I’m sure he misses that aspect, that’s one thing I can’t give him, but I sure try to give him everything else. I wonder if at some point I might have to work someone else into our relationship. Once in a while. I really do want to keep my man happy.” Now it was my turn to look confused. “Babe, I wouldn’t ask you to do that.” “No, but I know you need it. Whether you want to admit it or not. All men do.” She winked at me. “Maybe Maria wants to join us.” Maria about choked on her wine this time. I turned to Maria. “Not what you were expecting for lunch, eh?” She said “I … uh … “ Her eyes took me in again, head to toe. “Let me think about it. I hardly know you. I’ve known Melanie for almost a year but I’ve never seen this side of her. Neither of you are what I expected. But you are … a good looking man.” After a minute of painful silence Melanie spoke up. “Maria, no pressure. If you want to, we’re here, if not then it’s okay. Besides, we have a lot more to talk about.” Thankful for the change in topic, Maria said “Yes. First off we need to find you some new clothes.” Melanie added quickly, “No Barbie clothes. Those things are rough and they have velcro. Yuk.“ She shuddered. “I need real clothes. That’s why we made these.” She spun around, showing off the ‘dress’ I made her. “It’s not fancy but it feels like normal clothes.” I added “My sewing skills are a little limited.” Maria looked at me and said “You made that? Not bad for a man.” Then she turned to Melanie and said “Still, you need something better than that. I have some ideas.” She thought for a moment. “I suppose taking you shopping isn’t an option. But can I get your measurements?” As Melanie smiled and said “Sure,” I was already spinning towards the kitchen drawers to hunt for a measuring tape. I found a thin pocket version and handed it to Maria. Melanie stood up straight with her arms out and let Maria carefully take her measurements. Maria got flustered when she accidentally brushed Melanie’s breasts through the tissue-thin fabric. She also measured her height and proclaimed “Wow, 12 and 1/8th inches.” I wrote down the numbers on an index card and handed it to Maria when she finished. Melanie said “Gotta have that 1/8 inch!” Maria and I both snorted. We looked at each other and shared a look akin to ‘what have we gotten ourselves into here’ before we all burst out laughing. ------------------------ Later, back in the living room, the two of them talked about work. Melanie explained that she’d been working that week on Level 7, a higher-security lab where the company worked on government contracts. Maria said she’d only been up there once and hardly saw anyone up there. The company was secretive about what work was being done up there. Melanie said she was just there to process blood and tissue samples from some animal experiments. Some of the samples were hard to work with because they were so minute – just a few drops. They had her spinning them down and staining slides. She was supposed to have the slides lined up for someone else to come examine later. Then on her 3rd day up there, she remembered one of the scientists calling her into another room to retrieve more samples, then there was a boom and a blinding light. She didn’t remember anything after that, until the cardboard box. It could have been hours later or days later, she had no idea. Maria was on the edge of her seat listening to all this. “Whatever it was, they are covering up something. They said nothing about an accident. Anytime someone asked about you, they just said you up and quit and walked out.” Melanie said “The more I think about it, the more I’m determined to get to the bottom of this. The answers are up there on Level 7. I just need to get in there.” “Well how are you going to get in there?” Melanie said “I have an idea.” |
1693115112 | melanie12 | That evening, Maria called to say she had some clothes for Melanie to try on. I was surprised she called me – and more surprised that she apparently had spent the afternoon shopping after she’d joined us for lunch that day. I relayed the message to Melanie, who didn’t seem as surprised. “That woman is a fashionista. She knows where to shop.” I gave her a skeptical look. “But I don’t think TJMax has clothes in your size.” “Oh, you’d be surprised where she can find stuff. Here, take me to the bathroom, I want to freshen up if I’m going to be trying on clothes.” I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom, setting her down gently on the counter. As she went to work, stripping off her dress and filling the sink for a quick bath, I freshened up myself, taking my shirt off and brushing and shaving in the other sink. I almost knicked myself trying to watch her instead of the razor, as she splashed and soaped herself up. She swam to the edge and put her elbows up on the rim of the sink, waiting for me to stop and do her back. Happy to oblige, I soaped up two fingers and rubbed her back from top to bottom, massaging her. I worked one finger down to her bottom and massaged her cheeks, and then brushed her between the legs. She parted her legs a little further, inviting me in. I switched to my little finger and massaged her pussy lips, feeling a little wetness there that was definitely not soap or water. I massaged up and down the center until her lips parted, and then worked the tip of my finger in between them. I was rewarded with a little gasp. I drove in just a little further, and then pumped my finger gently in her tiny canal. After three weeks of exploring every millimeter of her body, I knew just where to touch and when to set her off. I knew I could bring her to climax as fast or as slow as I wanted, and part of her excitement came from knowing I had that much control. Right now, I knew Maria was on her way and both of these women probably expected me to make dinner, so I opted to finish her off quickly. Within a couple minutes I had her moaning and panting as I felt the telltale tremor that signaled her orgasm. I slid my finger out and tasted it, then bent down and kissed her on the top of the head. She took a minute to come down from her high, and then swam back, giving me a lazy grin as her little breasts poked through the surface of the water. As she rinsed off, I picked up a hand towel. She let me lift her out of the water and wrap her in the towel, blotting her dry. I left her to finish up and get dressed while I went to find a clean shirt and start fixing dinner. ------------------------- When Maria arrived, she had a couple shopping bags over her arm. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which was just as unexpected as her finding clothes in Melanie’s size. Apparently I’d made an impression on her pretty quickly. Melanie trusted her, I suppose she was now part of our little circle. I’d already brought Melanie in and set her on the coffee table, so she was there to greet Maria when she came in and set her bags down. She realized Melanie saw how she greeted me and said “Don’t worry girl, I’m not stealing him from you, but I think he’s a keeper.” Melanie grinned and might have even blushed, though the lighting made it hard to tell. Melanie blurted out, “I know he’s mine, I love him, but I’m not above sharing him. I know my man has needs too.” Now it was my turn to blush, as we both looked at her like she just sprouted wings or something. Maria said “Share him?” Melanie said “Yeah. He’s such an amazing guy. There are just, well, certain things I can’t do. I realize that. And as great as he makes me feel, I wish I could make him feel that way too.” “But babe, you do already. Sometimes it’s enough for me just to see you so happy.” “And I am happy. More than happy. Ecstatic. Several times per day.” Now I thought I saw Maria blush. “Several times per day?” She gushed. “Girl, he gave me the most amazing orgasm just while we were freshening up after you said you were coming over.” Maria wasn’t too shocked by this talk from Melanie, not after spending two hours with us earlier in the day. She did give me a lingering, appraising look though, before responding. “You are intriguing me. I still don’t understand how all that works though.” “Well, there’s one way to find out. Join us. I’m serious. I want my man to be as happy as he makes me, and I trust you not to try to steal him away.” I was glad at that point that the two of them were busy talking to each other, I needed a minute to put those thoughts out of my head or I was going to injure myself trying to walk with a massive hard-on. Here was my girlfriend trying to – and maybe succeeding in – talking her friend into joining us for a threesome. I figured I’d better change the subject before I got too hot and bothered. “Hey, what’s in the bags?” They both turned and looked at me and giggled. Maria put her hand on my knee and said “Are we making you nervous?” I blurted, “Oh, no. Not at all. I just … it’s just a little unexpected, even from Melanie. Babe, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Melanie looked me in the eye. “Damn straight I am. She’s spending the night with us. We’re getting you laid. You deserve it.” She could sense I was still a little uneasy about it. “Honey, it’s not cheating if I’m the one who set you up. I want you to enjoy yourself. Besides, Maria is a vixen. I’m not even a guy and I can see it myself.” I looked at both of them and said “Wow. Okay. Well then I guess I’ve got two hot, sexy women tonight.” Maria said “So. You think I’m hot and sexy?” “Absolutely. I just, like I said before, my intentions with Melanie are honorable. I just don’t want to do something that hurts her. I suppose she’ll be there too, it’ll be the three of us. I’m okay with that as long as she is.” Maria said “You are a good man. Don’t worry, I’m not stealing you away from her and she knows it. We’re” as she winked and motioned to Melanie “going to show you a good time. I agree with her, you deserve it.” Then after a pause she said “Besides, I haven’t been laid in over a month. I’m due.” --------------------- Over dinner, Melanie and Maria talked and made plans for how they were going to infiltrate Level 7 at the company and find out what they were doing that led to Melanie’s shrinking. I mostly listened in, but several times tried to express my concerns that something was going to happen, how I’d promised Melanie I’d protect her, etc, etc. Melanie pointed out that I’d be in the car outside and she’d give me her key, in case I needed to come to the rescue. I said “At least let me put some kind of microphone on you so I can hear you. How am I supposed to know if you’re alright or if you run into trouble?” “I can’t exactly carry a walkie-talkie around, can I?” She stood with her hands on her hips. “Well, I know I can come up with something. Give me a day. Look at how much stuff they squeeze into a cell phone. Or an air pod. Maybe I can come up with something tiny that you can wear on your back.” She relented. “Okay. If you think you can come up with something, we’ll wait until Friday.” Maria chimed in, “A lot of people are off Friday. So it might be easier to sneak up there. Plus it’ll give me time if I need to alter your cat suit.” I blurted, “Cat suit?” She said “You can’t expect her to climb around that place wearing THAT, can you?” She raised her eyebrows at me as she waved towards Melanie’s rudimentary smock/dress that I’d made. Yeah, she had a point. I was definitely looking forward to seeing this cat suit though. --------------------- After dinner we went back to the living room so that Melanie could try on these clothes that Maria found. We were both very curious. I found a large book and stood it up partly open, for Melanie to use as a changing screen, and I sat on the sofa next to Maria, who began to pull outfits out of her shopping bags, one at a time. Melanie stepped out wearing the first one. “That is amazing” I exclaimed. “You look amazing.” Melanie beamed as she showed off a little sweater and a tennis skirt. I turned to Maria. “How on earth did you find this stuff?” She said “It’s my little secret. Here.” She fished in her bag. “Try these on.” She pulled out a little pair of flip-flops. Melanie tried them on and somehow they were a pretty close fit. Not perfect, but for a girl who’d been barefoot for two months, having footwear was a big deal. We continued through several more outfits, and then finally at the end, she pulled out the cat suit. “This was originally from an actual Barbie doll, it was supposed to be Catwoman, so it might not be a perfect fit, but you’re pretty slim and toned, I think it might work.” Melanie took it and walked back behind the screen. I could hear a couple grunts as she worked her way into the outfit. Then she came out, wearing a full-body suit, black and shiny, with feet and everything, and even little cat ears sticking up from the hood when she pulled it up. She spun around for us. “I’m not sure about the tail, but the rest is pretty cool!” Maria said “I figured you could wear this for your infiltration on Friday.” “I feel like either a cat burglar or a superhero, or maybe both. I love the feet too. I think this will work!” She made several poses, acting the part. I turned to Maria. “You did an amazing job, I can’t believe you found all this. Thank you.” She turned to me and grabbed me by the neck and kissed me. Melanie blurted, “Well if we’re getting started now, someone help me out of this!” I reached over and held one of her sleeves as she pulled back to free up her arm, then worked her other arm out and pulled the top up over her head. She was topless – and shameless. Maria stopped and looked at her. I gently pinched the sides of her bottoms and helped her tug them down her legs. She sat down on the table and held her feet up as I slid the outfit off of her. At this point she was naked on the coffee table. She looked up at both of us and bit her lower lip. “Hey Maria, you can touch me if you want to.” She stretched her arms, flaunting her assets. “So, you both are making me horny, who wants to carry me off to the bedroom?” Maria was a little timid, and looked at me first. I said “Go ahead. It’s alright.” I put my hand on her leg and rubbed her thigh. Maria reached out her hand towards Melanie, who sat patiently, with her legs out and her arms behind propping her up. She touched Melanie’s shoulder with the tip of her finger, and traced down her arm. I saw Maria nibble her own lower lip as she contemplated further touching. I encouraged her. She moved her finger over and brushed the side of Melanie’s breast, and then felt brave enough to slide her finger under one and lift it up. Melanie stayed calm, letting Maria build up the courage to explore. She muttered “I … haven’t been with another woman since college. You are both getting me worked up here.” I said “Then let’s go.” I held one of her hands and began to stand up. “She’s letting you carry her. Do you remember how?” She nodded and Melanie stood up and lifted her arms. Maria reached her hand back behind Melanie and cupped her bottom, like I showed her before. Melanie slid back into her hand and held her thumb for support as Maria lifted her up into the air. She held her in front of her face for a moment and took in all her tiny features. She remarked “Damn you have a sexy body.” Melanie grinned and licked her lips. Then she gasped as she noticed the sheen of wetness around Melanie’s pussy. I led Maria by the hand into the bedroom and then kissed her on the lips. As she held Melanie, I began to unbutton her blouse. She stood and let me undo each button, revealing a little more skin along the way. I kissed her exposed stomach. Then I cupped the hand that held Melanie, lifting it up and planting a big kiss on Melanie’s chest. She cooed for me as I tickled her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Then I turned to Maria and said “why don’t you kiss her too.” Maria lifted Melanie up to her mouth and as I guided her hand, she pressed Melanie’s chest against her lips and teased her breasts and nipples with her tongue. Then as I stood there, with one hand cupping Maria’s hand, my other slid over Maria’s ass, caressing and squeezing it. I said “Kiss her stomach” and guided her hand so that Maria could press her lips there. I said “Now I want you to lick her between the legs.” Maria glanced at me, a little uncertain. “Trust me. Caress her pussy with the tip of your tongue.” Melanie lay back and parted her legs a little further. She said “It’s okay Maria, I WANT you to. I want to feel your tongue down there.” Maria tentatively reached out with the tip of her tongue, touching Melanie’s inner thighs and then her pussy. I said “Caress it gently with your tongue. Glide it along her lips. Massage them. You’ll know when it’s time to go harder. Make love to her with your tongue.” With the first long stroke, Melanie let out a happy little moan. That was enough encouragement and Maria began to get into it, stroking and tasting her and parting the lips with her tongue. Melanie let out more moans and began to move her hips. I reached my thumb around Maria’s hand so I could reach Melanie’s breast and began to caress it. Her hips began to rock in rhythm with Maria’s tongue. With my other hand I fumbled through unclasping Maria’s skirt and then her bra. By the time her skirt hit her ankles, Melanie was panting and trembling in Maria’s hand. Realizing Melanie had orgasmed, I kissed Maria on the cheek. As soon as she pulled away to look at me, I planted a kiss on her mouth, tasting Melanie on her lips. As I broke our kiss, Maria looked at Melanie, flushed and trembling in her hand. I whispered, “You just made her come.” Maria remarked “That is so … wow … I can feel her. What a trip. This is making me so hot. It’s indescribable. Having this much control.” I said softly, “She’s something special. You can make her come again if you want, but let’s not wear her out this early. We have a whole night ahead of us.” At this realization, she asked if I could take Melanie for a moment. I took her and kissed her several times, and then lay her down in the middle of the bed. I turned back to Maria, who’d managed to slide her blouse off and step out of her skirt. I pulled my tee shirt over my head, then took her in my arms and began to kiss her, as she worked on my belt buckle. I ran my hands up and down her bare back, cupped one of her ample breasts and began kneading it in my hand. It had been a while since I’d had a full-sized breast to enjoy. Once I managed to slide her panties down, I reached around and lifted her up by her ass cheeks. She wrapped her legs around me as I kissed her hard and then lowered her onto the bed, careful to avoid Melanie, who lay on her side watching us. Once Maria was on her back, I began to work my way down with my kisses, covering her chest, her breasts and firm nipples and giving them some attention, before I kissed her stomach and then brushed my chin in her little tuft of tightly trimmed pubic hair. She realized at this point where I was going and lay her head back as I placed my first kiss on the top of her pubic mound. Before I went any lower, I reached over and slid my hand under Melanie, eliciting a little yelp. Maria looked up as I was lowering Melanie onto her stomach. I went back to kissing and nibbling on Maria, as Melanie scooted herself up closer to watch the action. With an audience, I was inspired to attack Maria’s clit with abandon, nibbling and licking until she began wiggling her own hips in rhythm to my ministrations. I reached one arm around under Maria’s thigh and over so that I could hold Melanie down, pressing two fingers against her back, so she wouldn’t fall off. As I drove Maria over the edge, I learned that she was quite loud and animated as she climaxed. Not letting either of them have a chance to get up, I rose up onto my knees and positioned myself between Maria’s legs, her still quivering pussy inviting me in. As I mounted her, she let out her own gasp, followed by a moan of pleasure. I started slow, and as I did, reaching one hand to fondle Maria’s breast, I scooped up Melanie with my other hand and brought her up to my mouth, pressing her against my lips so that I could wrap my tongue around her pussy and ass. I held her there against my mouth as I thrust into Maria a few times, and then I lifted her away and lowered her onto Maria’s panting lips. I may have caught Maria by surprise, but she recovered quickly and reached out a hand to hold Melanie there, her hips completely wrapped in Maria’s lips and her legs hanging out the sides. I smiled as I saw Maria began to work her tongue on Melanie and fondle her tiny breasts, while I worked on bringing Maria to her peak. As she came hard, her wails were muffled as the sound tried to work its way around Melanie. All three of us came almost together. After some more kissing and fondling, I climbed off Maria and lay next to her in the bed, our bodies pressed against each other. Melanie clearly recovered more quickly, though I did give Maria at least a couple orgasms in succession. Melanie got up on her hands and knees and crawled over one of Maria’s breasts and sat down. She bounced a little and said “I like this! You have to get me some bean bag chairs.” Maria turned to look at me and we both laughed. It was enough to knock Melanie down off her perch. She lay sprawled between Maria’s breasts. She got herself back up and said “Stay still!” prompting a snort laugh. Undaunted, Melanie worked her way down Maria’s stomach and found the perch she occupied when I was busy licking and nibbling. She got down on her stomach and worked her way a little further south, until she was within reach of Maria’s clit. She grabbed hold of it with both hands and began to massage it. Maria gasped and exclaimed “Holy shit.” I just smiled as I tilted my head up to watch my girl in action. I turned to kiss Maria again on the lips, and then sat up to get a better view. I touched two fingers to Melanie’s back and started to give her a little massage as she worked on Maria’s clit. Maria lay back enjoying it, but I had a feeling it was going to take more effort to get another climax out of her. I brought my hand down between Maria’s legs and brushed her pussy lips with my own finger. Melanie turned to look up at me and said “How about a little help here?” I said “You trust me?” She grinned. “Of course honey!” So I lifted her up and then brought her down between Maria’s legs. I told her to stick one foot out. I rubbed her foot along the slit between Maria’s pussy lips. Melanie was a bright girl, she figured out where I was going with this and put her other foot out too. At first she ran both feet up and down the wet lips like a swimmer doing a backstroke. Then I began to slide her in between, stopping at her knees. She kept up with her slow, rhythmic swimming strokes as I went a little further, up to her waist. Maria wailed and began to move her hips. I pushed Melanie just a little further, up to her breasts, and then whispered to her to rub with her arms too and I’d hold her so she didn’t slip. I held her back in my hand, a couple fingers making it inside Maria along with my slippery girlfriend. I bent down to lick Maria’s clit as Melanie went harder, realizing she was going to bring Maria to yet another orgasm this way. It wasn’t long before Maria came, her hardest of the night, leaving Melanie soaked from her neck down to her toes. She whispered back to me, “Honey, I’m about to come too. Don’t take me out yet. Can you finish me off in here?” I said “Okay I’ll try.” I shifted positions to free up my other hand, so I could slide my fingers over Melanie’s chest and down her stomach until I could feel between her legs. There wasn’t a lot of room to work with, but I worked her with the tip of my finger, massaging her own tiny pussy lips, and sure enough it didn’t take much to drive her over the edge. She had a pretty strong orgasm while much of her body was still inside Maria, who could feel the tremors down there. I gently slid her out and began to lick her all over, enjoying the taste of Maria all over her wet body. Then I lay back down, setting Melanie on my chest as I snuggled up to Maria and held her hand. She said “You two are amazing. That was the hardest I’ve come in I don’t know how long.” I grinned. “Does this mean we can talk you into coming back again? We’d love to have you join us more often.” She tilted her head up and looked at both of us. “I think I’d like that too. Maybe not right now. You wore me out!” We all laughed. ------------------------- Maria stayed the night and I let her have the shower first in the morning, especially after she said she had to go straight to work. I brought Melanie in and let her freshen up in the sink while I started breakfast for all three of us. Over breakfast, we talked about Melanie’s plans to pay a visit to the lab where her shrinking accident happened. Obviously wearing her new cat suit. I had a day to come up with something tiny that would let her communicate with me, and I insisted I would stay nearby in case something happened. As she got up to leave, Maria gave Melanie a big kiss on the head and I walked her to the door, where we shared a passionate kiss and a promise to meet up on Friday to help smuggle Melanie into the building. |
1693115117 | melanie12 | That evening, Maria called to say she had some clothes for Melanie to try on. I was surprised she called me – and more surprised that she apparently had spent the afternoon shopping after she’d joined us for lunch that day. I relayed the message to Melanie, who didn’t seem as surprised. “That woman is a fashionista. She knows where to shop.” I gave her a skeptical look. “But I don’t think TJMax has clothes in your size.” “Oh, you’d be surprised where she can find stuff. Here, take me to the bathroom, I want to freshen up if I’m going to be trying on clothes.” I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom, setting her down gently on the counter. As she went to work, stripping off her dress and filling the sink for a quick bath, I freshened up myself, taking my shirt off and brushing and shaving in the other sink. I almost knicked myself trying to watch her instead of the razor, as she splashed and soaped herself up. She swam to the edge and put her elbows up on the rim of the sink, waiting for me to stop and do her back. Happy to oblige, I soaped up two fingers and rubbed her back from top to bottom, massaging her. I worked one finger down to her bottom and massaged her cheeks, and then brushed her between the legs. She parted her legs a little further, inviting me in. I switched to my little finger and massaged her pussy lips, feeling a little wetness there that was definitely not soap or water. I massaged up and down the center until her lips parted, and then worked the tip of my finger in between them. I was rewarded with a little gasp. I drove in just a little further, and then pumped my finger gently in her tiny canal. After three weeks of exploring every millimeter of her body, I knew just where to touch and when to set her off. I knew I could bring her to climax as fast or as slow as I wanted, and part of her excitement came from knowing I had that much control. Right now, I knew Maria was on her way and both of these women probably expected me to make dinner, so I opted to finish her off quickly. Within a couple minutes I had her moaning and panting as I felt the telltale tremor that signaled her orgasm. I slid my finger out and tasted it, then bent down and kissed her on the top of the head. She took a minute to come down from her high, and then swam back, giving me a lazy grin as her little breasts poked through the surface of the water. As she rinsed off, I picked up a hand towel. She let me lift her out of the water and wrap her in the towel, blotting her dry. I left her to finish up and get dressed while I went to find a clean shirt and start fixing dinner. ------------------------- When Maria arrived, she had a couple shopping bags over her arm. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which was just as unexpected as her finding clothes in Melanie’s size. Apparently I’d made an impression on her pretty quickly. Melanie trusted her, I suppose she was now part of our little circle. I’d already brought Melanie in and set her on the coffee table, so she was there to greet Maria when she came in and set her bags down. She realized Melanie saw how she greeted me and said “Don’t worry girl, I’m not stealing him from you, but I think he’s a keeper.” Melanie grinned and might have even blushed, though the lighting made it hard to tell. Melanie blurted out, “I know he’s mine, I love him, but I’m not above sharing him. I know my man has needs too.” Now it was my turn to blush, as we both looked at her like she just sprouted wings or something. Maria said “Share him?” Melanie said “Yeah. He’s such an amazing guy. There are just, well, certain things I can’t do. I realize that. And as great as he makes me feel, I wish I could make him feel that way too.” “But babe, you do already. Sometimes it’s enough for me just to see you so happy.” “And I am happy. More than happy. Ecstatic. Several times per day.” Now I thought I saw Maria blush. “Several times per day?” She gushed. “Girl, he gave me the most amazing orgasm just while we were freshening up after you said you were coming over.” Maria wasn’t too shocked by this talk from Melanie, not after spending two hours with us earlier in the day. She did give me a lingering, appraising look though, before responding. “You are intriguing me. I still don’t understand how all that works though.” “Well, there’s one way to find out. Join us. I’m serious. I want my man to be as happy as he makes me, and I trust you not to try to steal him away.” I was glad at that point that the two of them were busy talking to each other, I needed a minute to put those thoughts out of my head or I was going to injure myself trying to walk with a massive hard-on. Here was my girlfriend trying to – and maybe succeeding in – talking her friend into joining us for a threesome. I figured I’d better change the subject before I got too hot and bothered. “Hey, what’s in the bags?” They both turned and looked at me and giggled. Maria put her hand on my knee and said “Are we making you nervous?” I blurted, “Oh, no. Not at all. I just … it’s just a little unexpected, even from Melanie. Babe, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Melanie looked me in the eye. “Damn straight I am. She’s spending the night with us. We’re getting you laid. You deserve it.” She could sense I was still a little uneasy about it. “Honey, it’s not cheating if I’m the one who set you up. I want you to enjoy yourself. Besides, Maria is a vixen. I’m not even a guy and I can see it myself.” I looked at both of them and said “Wow. Okay. Well then I guess I’ve got two hot, sexy women tonight.” Maria said “So. You think I’m hot and sexy?” “Absolutely. I just, like I said before, my intentions with Melanie are honorable. I just don’t want to do something that hurts her. I suppose she’ll be there too, it’ll be the three of us. I’m okay with that as long as she is.” Maria said “You are a good man. Don’t worry, I’m not stealing you away from her and she knows it. We’re” as she winked and motioned to Melanie “going to show you a good time. I agree with her, you deserve it.” Then after a pause she said “Besides, I haven’t been laid in over a month. I’m due.” --------------------- Over dinner, Melanie and Maria talked and made plans for how they were going to infiltrate Level 7 at the company and find out what they were doing that led to Melanie’s shrinking. I mostly listened in, but several times tried to express my concerns that something was going to happen, how I’d promised Melanie I’d protect her, etc, etc. Melanie pointed out that I’d be in the car outside and she’d give me her key, in case I needed to come to the rescue. I said “At least let me put some kind of microphone on you so I can hear you. How am I supposed to know if you’re alright or if you run into trouble?” “I can’t exactly carry a walkie-talkie around, can I?” She stood with her hands on her hips. “Well, I know I can come up with something. Give me a day. Look at how much stuff they squeeze into a cell phone. Or an air pod. Maybe I can come up with something tiny that you can wear on your back.” She relented. “Okay. If you think you can come up with something, we’ll wait until Friday.” Maria chimed in, “A lot of people are off Friday. So it might be easier to sneak up there. Plus it’ll give me time if I need to alter your cat suit.” I blurted, “Cat suit?” She said “You can’t expect her to climb around that place wearing THAT, can you?” She raised her eyebrows at me as she waved towards Melanie’s rudimentary smock/dress that I’d made. Yeah, she had a point. I was definitely looking forward to seeing this cat suit though. --------------------- After dinner we went back to the living room so that Melanie could try on these clothes that Maria found. We were both very curious. I found a large book and stood it up partly open, for Melanie to use as a changing screen, and I sat on the sofa next to Maria, who began to pull outfits out of her shopping bags, one at a time. Melanie stepped out wearing the first one. “That is amazing” I exclaimed. “You look amazing.” Melanie beamed as she showed off a little sweater and a tennis skirt. I turned to Maria. “How on earth did you find this stuff?” She said “It’s my little secret. Here.” She fished in her bag. “Try these on.” She pulled out a little pair of flip-flops. Melanie tried them on and somehow they were a pretty close fit. Not perfect, but for a girl who’d been barefoot for two months, having footwear was a big deal. We continued through several more outfits, and then finally at the end, she pulled out the cat suit. “This was originally from an actual Barbie doll, it was supposed to be Catwoman, so it might not be a perfect fit, but you’re pretty slim and toned, I think it might work.” Melanie took it and walked back behind the screen. I could hear a couple grunts as she worked her way into the outfit. Then she came out, wearing a full-body suit, black and shiny, with feet and everything, and even little cat ears sticking up from the hood when she pulled it up. She spun around for us. “I’m not sure about the tail, but the rest is pretty cool!” Maria said “I figured you could wear this for your infiltration on Friday.” “I feel like either a cat burglar or a superhero, or maybe both. I love the feet too. I think this will work!” She made several poses, acting the part. I turned to Maria. “You did an amazing job, I can’t believe you found all this. Thank you.” She turned to me and grabbed me by the neck and kissed me. Melanie blurted, “Well if we’re getting started now, someone help me out of this!” I reached over and held one of her sleeves as she pulled back to free up her arm, then worked her other arm out and pulled the top up over her head. She was topless – and shameless. Maria stopped and looked at her. I gently pinched the sides of her bottoms and helped her tug them down her legs. She sat down on the table and held her feet up as I slid the outfit off of her. At this point she was naked on the coffee table. She looked up at both of us and bit her lower lip. “Hey Maria, you can touch me if you want to.” She stretched her arms, flaunting her assets. “So, you both are making me horny, who wants to carry me off to the bedroom?” Maria was a little timid, and looked at me first. I said “Go ahead. It’s alright.” I put my hand on her leg and rubbed her thigh. Maria reached out her hand towards Melanie, who sat patiently, with her legs out and her arms behind propping her up. She touched Melanie’s shoulder with the tip of her finger, and traced down her arm. I saw Maria nibble her own lower lip as she contemplated further touching. I encouraged her. She moved her finger over and brushed the side of Melanie’s breast, and then felt brave enough to slide her finger under one and lift it up. Melanie stayed calm, letting Maria build up the courage to explore. She muttered “I … haven’t been with another woman since college. You are both getting me worked up here.” I said “Then let’s go.” I held one of her hands and began to stand up. “She’s letting you carry her. Do you remember how?” She nodded and Melanie stood up and lifted her arms. Maria reached her hand back behind Melanie and cupped her bottom, like I showed her before. Melanie slid back into her hand and held her thumb for support as Maria lifted her up into the air. She held her in front of her face for a moment and took in all her tiny features. She remarked “Damn you have a sexy body.” Melanie grinned and licked her lips. Then she gasped as she noticed the sheen of wetness around Melanie’s pussy. I led Maria by the hand into the bedroom and then kissed her on the lips. As she held Melanie, I began to unbutton her blouse. She stood and let me undo each button, revealing a little more skin along the way. I kissed her exposed stomach. Then I cupped the hand that held Melanie, lifting it up and planting a big kiss on Melanie’s chest. She cooed for me as I tickled her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Then I turned to Maria and said “why don’t you kiss her too.” Maria lifted Melanie up to her mouth and as I guided her hand, she pressed Melanie’s chest against her lips and teased her breasts and nipples with her tongue. Then as I stood there, with one hand cupping Maria’s hand, my other slid over Maria’s ass, caressing and squeezing it. I said “Kiss her stomach” and guided her hand so that Maria could press her lips there. I said “Now I want you to lick her between the legs.” Maria glanced at me, a little uncertain. “Trust me. Caress her pussy with the tip of your tongue.” Melanie lay back and parted her legs a little further. She said “It’s okay Maria, I WANT you to. I want to feel your tongue down there.” Maria tentatively reached out with the tip of her tongue, touching Melanie’s inner thighs and then her pussy. I said “Caress it gently with your tongue. Glide it along her lips. Massage them. You’ll know when it’s time to go harder. Make love to her with your tongue.” With the first long stroke, Melanie let out a happy little moan. That was enough encouragement and Maria began to get into it, stroking and tasting her and parting the lips with her tongue. Melanie let out more moans and began to move her hips. I reached my thumb around Maria’s hand so I could reach Melanie’s breast and began to caress it. Her hips began to rock in rhythm with Maria’s tongue. With my other hand I fumbled through unclasping Maria’s skirt and then her bra. By the time her skirt hit her ankles, Melanie was panting and trembling in Maria’s hand. Realizing Melanie had orgasmed, I kissed Maria on the cheek. As soon as she pulled away to look at me, I planted a kiss on her mouth, tasting Melanie on her lips. As I broke our kiss, Maria looked at Melanie, flushed and trembling in her hand. I whispered, “You just made her come.” Maria remarked “That is so … wow … I can feel her. What a trip. This is making me so hot. It’s indescribable. Having this much control.” I said softly, “She’s something special. You can make her come again if you want, but let’s not wear her out this early. We have a whole night ahead of us.” At this realization, she asked if I could take Melanie for a moment. I took her and kissed her several times, and then lay her down in the middle of the bed. I turned back to Maria, who’d managed to slide her blouse off and step out of her skirt. I pulled my tee shirt over my head, then took her in my arms and began to kiss her, as she worked on my belt buckle. I ran my hands up and down her bare back, cupped one of her ample breasts and began kneading it in my hand. It had been a while since I’d had a full-sized breast to enjoy. Once I managed to slide her panties down, I reached around and lifted her up by her ass cheeks. She wrapped her legs around me as I kissed her hard and then lowered her onto the bed, careful to avoid Melanie, who lay on her side watching us. Once Maria was on her back, I began to work my way down with my kisses, covering her chest, her breasts and firm nipples and giving them some attention, before I kissed her stomach and then brushed my chin in her little tuft of tightly trimmed pubic hair. She realized at this point where I was going and lay her head back as I placed my first kiss on the top of her pubic mound. Before I went any lower, I reached over and slid my hand under Melanie, eliciting a little yelp. Maria looked up as I was lowering Melanie onto her stomach. I went back to kissing and nibbling on Maria, as Melanie scooted herself up closer to watch the action. With an audience, I was inspired to attack Maria’s clit with abandon, nibbling and licking until she began wiggling her own hips in rhythm to my ministrations. I reached one arm around under Maria’s thigh and over so that I could hold Melanie down, pressing two fingers against her back, so she wouldn’t fall off. As I drove Maria over the edge, I learned that she was quite loud and animated as she climaxed. Not letting either of them have a chance to get up, I rose up onto my knees and positioned myself between Maria’s legs, her still quivering pussy inviting me in. As I mounted her, she let out her own gasp, followed by a moan of pleasure. I started slow, and as I did, reaching one hand to fondle Maria’s breast, I scooped up Melanie with my other hand and brought her up to my mouth, pressing her against my lips so that I could wrap my tongue around her pussy and ass. I held her there against my mouth as I thrust into Maria a few times, and then I lifted her away and lowered her onto Maria’s panting lips. I may have caught Maria by surprise, but she recovered quickly and reached out a hand to hold Melanie there, her hips completely wrapped in Maria’s lips and her legs hanging out the sides. I smiled as I saw Maria began to work her tongue on Melanie and fondle her tiny breasts, while I worked on bringing Maria to her peak. As she came hard, her wails were muffled as the sound tried to work its way around Melanie. All three of us came almost together. After some more kissing and fondling, I climbed off Maria and lay next to her in the bed, our bodies pressed against each other. Melanie clearly recovered more quickly, though I did give Maria at least a couple orgasms in succession. Melanie got up on her hands and knees and crawled over one of Maria’s breasts and sat down. She bounced a little and said “I like this! You have to get me some bean bag chairs.” Maria turned to look at me and we both laughed. It was enough to knock Melanie down off her perch. She lay sprawled between Maria’s breasts. She got herself back up and said “Stay still!” prompting a snort laugh. Undaunted, Melanie worked her way down Maria’s stomach and found the perch she occupied when I was busy licking and nibbling. She got down on her stomach and worked her way a little further south, until she was within reach of Maria’s clit. She grabbed hold of it with both hands and began to massage it. Maria gasped and exclaimed “Holy shit.” I just smiled as I tilted my head up to watch my girl in action. I turned to kiss Maria again on the lips, and then sat up to get a better view. I touched two fingers to Melanie’s back and started to give her a little massage as she worked on Maria’s clit. Maria lay back enjoying it, but I had a feeling it was going to take more effort to get another climax out of her. I brought my hand down between Maria’s legs and brushed her pussy lips with my own finger. Melanie turned to look up at me and said “How about a little help here?” I said “You trust me?” She grinned. “Of course honey!” So I lifted her up and then brought her down between Maria’s legs. I told her to stick one foot out. I rubbed her foot along the slit between Maria’s pussy lips. Melanie was a bright girl, she figured out where I was going with this and put her other foot out too. At first she ran both feet up and down the wet lips like a swimmer doing a backstroke. Then I began to slide her in between, stopping at her knees. She kept up with her slow, rhythmic swimming strokes as I went a little further, up to her waist. Maria wailed and began to move her hips. I pushed Melanie just a little further, up to her breasts, and then whispered to her to rub with her arms too and I’d hold her so she didn’t slip. I held her back in my hand, a couple fingers making it inside Maria along with my slippery girlfriend. I bent down to lick Maria’s clit as Melanie went harder, realizing she was going to bring Maria to yet another orgasm this way. It wasn’t long before Maria came, her hardest of the night, leaving Melanie soaked from her neck down to her toes. She whispered back to me, “Honey, I’m about to come too. Don’t take me out yet. Can you finish me off in here?” I said “Okay I’ll try.” I shifted positions to free up my other hand, so I could slide my fingers over Melanie’s chest and down her stomach until I could feel between her legs. There wasn’t a lot of room to work with, but I worked her with the tip of my finger, massaging her own tiny pussy lips, and sure enough it didn’t take much to drive her over the edge. She had a pretty strong orgasm while much of her body was still inside Maria, who could feel the tremors down there. I gently slid her out and began to lick her all over, enjoying the taste of Maria all over her wet body. Then I lay back down, setting Melanie on my chest as I snuggled up to Maria and held her hand. She said “You two are amazing. That was the hardest I’ve come in I don’t know how long.” I grinned. “Does this mean we can talk you into coming back again? We’d love to have you join us more often.” She tilted her head up and looked at both of us. “I think I’d like that too. Maybe not right now. You wore me out!” We all laughed. ------------------------- Maria stayed the night and I let her have the shower first in the morning, especially after she said she had to go straight to work. I brought Melanie in and let her freshen up in the sink while I started breakfast for all three of us. Over breakfast, we talked about Melanie’s plans to pay a visit to the lab where her shrinking accident happened. Obviously wearing her new cat suit. I had a day to come up with something tiny that would let her communicate with me, and I insisted I would stay nearby in case something happened. As she got up to leave, Maria gave Melanie a big kiss on the head and I walked her to the door, where we shared a passionate kiss and a promise to meet up on Friday to help smuggle Melanie into the building. |
1693115120 | melanie13 | After we saw Maria out, I came back to the kitchen to collect Melanie. She said “You like her.” It was more matter-of-fact, not accusing, but I couldn’t say for sure there wasn’t a hint of jealousy in there. “Yes, I like her, but I love you.” “I know. I love you too. You know I wish I could do more. There’s a little part of me that worries you’ll get tired of me and run off with someone your own size, and then what will I do?” I sat down and looked her in the eyes. “Babe, I’m not going anywhere. Everything I want is right here.” I nudged her chin with the tip of my finger. She started to tear up a little and put her arms up for me to lift her. I brought her up to my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me several times. “I love you so much.” I stroked her back with my thumb as I held her. After a few moments of silence, she said “I’m okay bringing other women in to join us. I had a lot of fun last night too. Just as long as you’re still here with me at the end of the day.” I hugged her back with my hand. I joked “You’re stuck with me.” She snorted. “That’s not a bad thing.” ---------------- After I brought her back to my office I returned to the kitchen to fetch us some coffee. I brought her usual thimble cup, which she grabbed with both hands and sipped from as she watched me get to work. If she was determined to go snooping around in a secret lab, at the same place where they tried to make her disappear in a cardboard box, there was no way I could let that happen without some way to communicate with her. I wished I were going in with her, but she and Maria were both insistent that I wait outside. I began to root through cabinets and boxes to find the parts I needed. If I could make something two-way that would be even better. I knew I couldn’t make something to run on the cell towers, that would be too complicated. A walkie-talkie would require a decent antenna, probably the size of her arm, to get any sort of range, though I wasn’t ruling it out. If we could tie into the wi-fi signal that would save some weight. “Hey babe, do you remember if there’s like a guest wi-fi there?” “Yeah. Shouldn’t require a password or anything, just a couple clicks to get in.” “Ok. Here’s what I’m thinking. I can make something that will let us communicate over wi-fi.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not bringing a phone or computer. I thought you were going to do something we could talk over.” “I am. We can talk over wi-fi. I’ll just have to log you on from outside before you go in, and then you should be all set. We can talk two-way just like a phone call.” She grinned. “Seriously? That is cool. It’s like I’ll be a real secret agent!” “I’m trying to make this as lightweight as I can, but you’ll need something to hold a little battery. Like a watch battery. Did that catsuit have a pocket or a backpack or something?” She thought for a moment. “No, but … ooh, I just remembered, one of the other outfits had a string purse, one of those things with the string straps over both shoulders. Would that work?” “That would be perfect. This will be about the size of a nickel and I’ll have to run a couple wires to it. And another piece about the size of a penny. The rest I think I can make a headset. It may take a little fancy soldering but I have to make this work. There’s no way you’re going in there without backup.” She looked at me. “You’re the backup? I thought Maria was my backup.” “Then I’m the cavalry.” I smiled back at her. ----------------------- I spent the next couple hours working on a receiver and a tiny headset. I had to scrounge parts from a couple old cell phones, bending wires carefully under a magnifying glass, soldering was crazy difficult, but I managed to assemble something that would work, as long as she stayed on wi-fi. Occasionally Melanie would look on from her desk out of curiosity, but for the most part she stayed out of the way, trusting I was going to make something that would work. Once I had something ready to test, I got up from my pile of scraps and parts on the floor and walked over, reaching out to stroke her on the back. She caught me and swung her head back just before I could, and instead I bumped the top of her head. “Oof!” “Ooh, I’m sorry, I was trying to rub your back! Does it hurt? Do you need anything?” She sat up again. “Nah. You just startled me. I knew you were coming over, I just didn’t know you were going to do THAT.” “What did you think I was going to do, fondle your chest?” She gave me a sly grin. “Good point. Though you can if you want to. You know I won’t stop you.” “You’re really tempting me.” I reached around her and brushed my finger across her chest, mostly just because of what she said. “Okay. Now that you got your feel, what’s up?” I produced the headset I’d been working on. I said “Here, head straight” as I tweaked the shape just a little so it fit better on her head. There was a tiny cup speaker for her ear and a wire that came down in front of her with a teeny tiny microphone. It was like one of those call center headsets, but in miniature. I added, “I still need to add a piece of felt padding for the ear, but I want to make sure this fits and see if you can speak and hear me. Just be careful of these two wires, they’ll go into that bag you’ll wear over your shoulders.” She reached up her hands and shifted it around a little bit. “Definitely need that padding. But this is awesome, you think it’ll work?” “We’re about to find out. It’s on our home wi-fi now. I’m going to go in the other room with this” as I held up my cell phone “and see if we can hear each other. I modified a radio app on here to communicate on the same frequency.” I walked into the front living room, near the front door. I figured this may be far enough that she wouldn’t hear me if it wasn’t through the headset. I spoke softly. “Hey babe, can you hear me?” I got a little static at first, made an adjustment and then heard her saying “Honey, can you hear me?” I responded back, “Yeah babe, can you hear me now?” She squealed. “It works! You’re a genius!” I went back into the office and found her beaming at me as I walked in. “This is awesome! I can’t believe you did this! Well, yeah I can believe it, ‘cause my boyfriend is a fucking genius!” “So you think it’ll work?” “Honey, this is perfect!” She rubbed her ear. “Er, except for the ear thing. Definitely need some padding if I’m going to be wearing this for a while. But the rest is perfect. Wait till Maria sees this, she won’t believe it either!” “Okay. Take that off and I’ll see if I can solve the padding. How was the volume? I wasn’t too loud or quiet?” “No, you were good.” She handed me the headset. I lifted it up along with the battery pack and brought them back to my impromptu workshop in the middle of the floor. I continued making tweaks to the headgear and make sure to add a piece of felt to the earpiece, while I hopped back onto my computer, an idea niggling in the back of my mind of something else that would be even more useful tomorrow, if I could figure out a way to make it work. -------------------- Maria called to say she was going to stop by after work to discuss final plans with Melanie. I told her she should stay for dinner again and asked her what she liked. Then I checked in with Melanie to see if she’d be alright if I ran to the grocery store to pick up a few things. She smirked and said “Yeah, I knew you liked her.” I must have looked horrified, because she made a silly face at me and said “You are SO easy to tease! It’s fine. Get going, I’ll see you when you get back.” -------------------- Maria came by after work, just as I was taking the meatballs out of the oven and boiling water for the pasta. I took the pot off the burner and headed for the door, still wearing my apron. Opening the door, I was greeted to Maria’s smile. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss before making a comment about my chef’s attire and how I appear to have many talents. “You’re too kind. I just hope you like my cooking.” I gave her a sincere smile back. She smirked. “Given your notable talents in the, er, bedroom, I have high expectations.” I led her into the office first, to come fetch Melanie. She was sitting at her desk, strumming her hands over the little keyboard I’d linked to a computer for her. She spun around and smiled at both of us. “Hey Maria!” “Hey chica! Whatcha doing?” “Just psyching myself up for tomorrow, looking up some spy stuff.” Maria looked at the setup. Then she looked back at me. “You came up with this?” Melanie started gushing about the setup. “He did! Isn’t this cool? I even have a trackpad here, I can move my hand around and it works just like a mouse!” Then she paused for a second and her eyes lit up. “Ooh! You have to see what we made for tomorrow, it’s even cooler!” She looked at me. “Can we show her?” “Sure, babe.” I bent down to pluck up the headset and battery pack and walk them over. She reached out with both hands to hold the headset and lower it onto her head, adjusting it just so. As she did, I comment to Maria that the battery pack would fit in that little string backpack she’d gotten yesterday. “So what does this do?” Melanie blurted, “It’s a two-way radio. We can talk to each other while I’m in the building and my honey is outside in the car.” I said to Maria, “Here, come with me, I’ll show you.” I led her across to the other side of the house and opened up the radio app. I spoke into the phone, “Hey babe, can you hear me?” Through the phone speaker we heard “Loud and clear!” Maria regarded me for a moment. “That is amazing. YOU came up with that?” Through the speaker Melanie said “Yeah, he did! He’s a fucking genius!” As we headed back to the office, she asked me, “Where on earth did you learn how to do this stuff?” Melanie heard us and started gushing on me this time. “Didn’t you know? Ooh, I never told you the whole story. He really is a genius. He’s got like a PhD in engineering or something.” She looked at me. “Right?” I felt funny tooting my own horn. “Yeah” “He comes up with amazing stuff all the time. That’s why he started his own business. So he could pick and choose what projects to work on. I worked for him because he was designing equipment that would interface directly with the brain and he needed someone with a science background.” She motioned towards herself. “Damn, so you really are pretty smart. Huh. Smart and sexy.” “Uh...” Melanie chimed in, “And easily embarrassed when we talk about him like that. He’s SO easy to tease.” She winked. “Why do you think I loved flirting with him back when we worked together?” Maria thought for a moment, looking back between Melanie and I. “Huh. So you really do love him, it’s not just because he came and rescued you.” Melanie looked a little affronted for a moment, but shook it off and shook her head no. “I liked him a lot before all this happened. Though … I’ll admit in the last few weeks I’ve fallen for him. Hard. I can’t imagine life without him now.” This was really getting embarrassing now. I tried to resist the urge to run and grab her and kiss her. She was in the middle of girl talk with Maria. No-man’s land. “Uh … I’m going to go finish dinner.” I started to step back into the hallway. Maria grabbed my arm. “You’re not getting away that easy. Here, we’ll join you.” She reached her hand out to Melanie, who was setting her headset down gently on the desk. She stood up and climbed into Maria’s hand for the ride back to the kitchen. ----------------- Melanie and Maria continued their chat, as I finished cooking and began serving the meal. I carefully sliced up some noodles into tiny pieces for Melanie, along with some sauce and a few pieces of meatball. As I handed Melanie her plate, she grinned. “You’re getting better and better at cooking for me!” She turned to Maria and said “My own personal chef!” Maria snorted. “You’re going to make me jealous now. I’ve never had a guy go through that much trouble to cook for me. Most of them expect me to do all the cooking while they loaf around with a beer watching football.” I grunted. “Sorry. I guess I was too much of a nerd in college, but yeah I remember a lot of undergrads spending their weekends doing that.” She asked, “So what did you do on the weekends?” I mused, “Oh, study, laundry, study, work, study. Something like that. Once I figured out I could make money just creating databases or designing apps for people, I would look for requests on the online bulletin boards to start, and then I got a lot of repeat customers who would just go straight to me with what they needed. It was a lot easier for me than say, working a shift at the pizza shop like a lot of other college students, and I could work when I had an hour here or there. So I spent a LOT of time just sitting on the balcony with a laptop or there were a couple coffee shops on campus I hung out at for like HOURS at a time. Maybe that’s why I was so comfortable just starting my own business.” I paused for a moment when I noticed they were both just looking at me. “Sorry again. For blathering on. I’m probably putting you both to sleep.” Maria smiled. “No, no!” She put her hand on my arm. “But now I totally understand why some woman hasn’t scooped you up already. We REALLY need to get you out more.” She looked at Melanie. “We need to get BOTH of you out more.” Over dinner we made plans to meet up with Maria tomorrow during her lunch break, I would bring her a sandwich so she’d have time to join us in the car. I would program Melanie’s headset to work on the company guest wi-fi and Maria would smuggle her into the building inside her handbag. Once in, Melanie would need to figure out how to get up to the 7th floor. Maria would get her as close as she could, but staff didn’t go up to that level unless they were asked to, there was a guard stationed there at the desk and the elevator required a special key. I asked a lot of questions myself, like how tall is the building and is there a stairwell. Melanie said the building is 8 stories, the top level is the executives so we usually don’t go up there either. The stairwell is locked on each level, so once you go in the stairwell you keep going until you reach the ground. I asked some questions about the stairwell layout and the doors, trying to get a better picture of the landscape in case I had to come in myself. Maria was thinking she could get up to level 6 and the two of them spent a while trying to figure out how she would get up to the next floor. By the time they were done planning, it was getting pretty late. I’d written down their list of supplies and was wondering how Melanie was going to carry all this stuff with her catsuit. I blurted that she might need a bigger backpack. As I got up to walk Maria to the door, she said “You take care of my girl, okay? I’ll see you both at lunchtime. I’ll text you.” We kissed in the doorway and I waited to watch her pull off. Back in the kitchen, Melanie looked a little daunted. “Hey babe, you can do this. I’ll be right there if you need me.” She smiled. “I know. I need to get myself psyched up. I have to know what’s going on. I know they’re hiding something up there.” Now I saw the fire in her eyes. “There’s no fucking way that THIS” as she motioned to herself “just happens by accident. Whatever they were doing, they don’t want anyone to know about. I’m more determined than ever to get to the bottom of it.” Now her face was turning red. “Okay, deep breath. I don’t want you barreling in there without a plan. So let’s talk. You two spent the last hour figuring out how to get into the lab. Now what are you going to do AFTER you get in?” ---------------------- After we discussed some additional plans for what to do once she gets into the lab, I told her “Okay now. You are in serious need of some stress relief before your big day tomorrow.” She cocked her eyebrow. “Stress relief? Do you mean …” Before she could finish her sentence, I scooped her up in my hand and began to kiss her all over. She was showing off her new little sweater and skirt, but I knew she had nothing on under the skirt. I tilted her back in my hand, and lifted her legs up enough to expose her bare bottom. I kissed her there and then began to lick her with the tip of my tongue. She gave me a little moan of pleasure and then tried to reach behind her back to undo the clasp. I decided to help her by lifting her up by the waist with my other hand, gently flipping her over so that she was on all fours. I gave her a moment to get her balance before I let her go. I was glad she wore a wrap-around skirt, once she unfastened it I could just pull it away. Then I nudged her knees a little further apart and began to rub her with my little finger from behind. I slid my finger along her pussy lips, which were just starting to moisten. I pulled back and licked my finger to slicken it, then went back to her pussy and began to wiggle it in between her lips. I was rewarded with a gasp. With my little finger in her, in this position I could rub her back and bottom with my thumb. On a whim I pulled her cheeks wider with my thumb and index finger and pressed another finger tight to her rectum. That elicited another gasp and a groan. She began to bob her ass, grinding it against my two fingers. At this point I didn’t have to do much, I just held my fingers in place and enjoyed watching her do the work, until she began to shiver and came on my finger, and then collapsed in my hand. I gave her a moment to recover before I gently slid my finger out and tasted it, then licked her clean. I whispered, “Yes, that kind of stress relief.” She rolled on her side, as much as she could in my hand, and with a sloppy grin muttered “Yeah, that works.” I kissed her again and brought her to the bathroom to freshen up and get to bed. I told her to get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow. |
1693115122 | melanie14 | The next morning, I woke up first and tiptoed away so I wouldn’t wake Melanie. She was adorable snoozing on my pillow. I resisted the temptation to play with her, as I knew she had a big day today and needed her rest. I went to the bathroom and then padded into the kitchen to make coffee. I went back to check on her and didn’t see her on the pillow. Geez, it hadn’t been 15 minutes. I looked around, patting the blankets, then in a panic I began looking around the floor too. Next thing I knew, something landed on my neck and was grabbing hold of the hair on the back of my head like the reigns of a horse. I started to jerk up before realizing it was probably Melanie. Sure enough, she yelped at my sudden movement, clinging tightly to my hair to keep from falling. “Oh shit.” I reached back behind me and felt her leg dangling down my back. I helped her up as she climbed back into place, wrapping her legs around my neck with her little feet sticking out on either side of my chin. “You know you scared me!” She snorted. “You were so cute trying not to get into a panic. How far did you think I was going to go?” “Damn, I was worried you fell and got hurt. Next I was going to look behind the furniture.” That girl had me flustered and she knew it. Damn is right, she was enjoying this. It was NOT funny. “What were you doing anyway?” “I’m calling on my inner cat woman. I need to practice my super secret agent skills.” She didn’t sound scared at all. “So, how’d I do?” “I was worried about you. For real. Don’t scare me like that. I’m already worried something’s going to happen when you go in that lab. Or even before you get there.” She started to swing her legs around, holding tightly to my hair and then my ear. Now she had one leg on the back of my neck and the other under my chin. She whispered in my ear. “I’ll be fine. I need to practice climbing and swinging if I’m going to get into the lab. Plus I have both you and Maria looking out for me. What could possibly happen?” I started to speak and then stopped. She was way overconfident, how was I supposed to convince her? On the other hand I didn’t want to scare her, she did need some confidence going on this ‘mission’ but this was over the top. Now I was really worried about her. Instead of speaking, I did what came naturally nowadays. Our new normal. I reached over and cupped her in my hand and pulled her around to my mouth, where I could wrap my lips around her chest in a huge kiss, and of course kiss other parts as I liked. She purred as I kissed her all over. Then I walked with her to the bathroom and set her by the sink to wash up. I told her I’d be back for her in a few minutes after I started breakfast. --------------- I came back to the bathroom to find her soaking in the sink. She swam over to the edge and put her arms up over the lip of the sink. This usually meant she wanted me to do her back. So I put a few drops of soap on two fingers and began to rub it into her back, massaging from her shoulders down to her cute little bottom. She cooed as I rubbed her tush with my fingers. I patted her bottom and said “You, my dear, have a big day ahead. Finish up and come eat your Wheaties.” She snorted so hard she almost bonked her head on the edge of the sink. Then she looked up at me and narrowed her eyes. “That’s all I get to start my day?” She actually looked a little disappointed. “I didn’t want to sap all your energy.” Then I gave her a look back. “But, far be it from me to deny such a sexy woman her morning orgasm.” I reached down and began fondling her ass again, before I hoisted her in the air and lay her on her back in my hand. I sat down on the toilet seat and held her in front of me, droplets from her wet body falling onto my lap. Luckily I hadn’t finished getting dressed yet. She lay calmly, her eyes closed and her legs parted, awaiting me. Offering herself to me, knowing what was to come. I so enjoyed having this much control, and knowing she wanted it to be me with this control over her. It was hard sometimes not letting it get to my head and taking it too far, remembering she was not just my toy, yet not just my girlfriend, she was both. I let my fingers dance over her body, tracing her features. I blew on her and felt her shiver in my hand. I held my finger right over her pussy, but didn’t touch it, instead moving it around as if I was stroking her, as close as I could get without touching. It was driving her nuts and I could feel her shivers, but this time it wasn’t the cold, it was anticipation of when I was going to finally touch her. I kept up my maddening (to her) lack of touching until I saw the glimmer form along her pussy lips, telling me she was ready for me. Now I lowered my finger there, touching them ever so gently. That little touch drew a gasp from her and a trickle of fluid down her lips, forming a droplet that ran down over her tiny perineum. I stroked her lips with the tip of my little finger, smearing her juices across her opening, before I dove the tip inside. She gasped again and arched her back. Soon she was moving her hips in unison with the slight movements of my finger. This was one of the positions I enjoyed the most, as I could just hold her and watch and feel her whole body as she built to a climax, when I barely lifted a finger. This was the ultimate power trip. I took my time building her up, moving slowly and painstakingly, until I decided I was ready for her to come. I moved my finger more forcefully, and a little deeper, just a few hard pumps, and watched the result as she moaned and wailed and her whole body trembled in my hand. As she caught her breath and her heart was no longer beating out of her chest, she opened her eyes and looked into mine, with a lazy grin. I slowly withdrew my finger and licked it, as she watched me, never breaking eye contact. She finally muttered, “Yeah, you were right.” “About what” I grinned as I tilted my hand to make it easier for her to look at me. “Sapping my energy.” She blushed a little. “Well then you definitely need your Wheaties. How about you finish washing up and I’ll come get you in a few minutes.” I held her up to lap at her sopping wet pussy for a moment before I lowered her into the sink and let her swim out of my hand. ------------------------ When I came back to fetch her for breakfast, she was still naked and sitting on her hand towel. I said “No clothes?” She grinned at me. “I’m going to be wearing the cat suit. This way I don’t have to change after we eat.” I snickered. “I won’t argue with that. I can watch your tits bounce while you eat.” She looked down at her chest. “For real? Do they bounce?” “Just a little. It’s kinda cute. But you tease me enough, and I don’t always get a chance to tease you back.” She huffed at me. “They’re CUTE? I thought before you said they were glorious!” “They are.” I stifled a chuckle. “Being so tiny makes them cute. But proportionally they’re glorious. What were they, they had to be C’s.” She sighed. “Yeah. 38 C.” “Sorry. They’re still perfect though.” I reached out and lifted one up with my finger, as if I was examining it, but more to try to convince her I was being honest. “Yep, perfect.” She looked up at me, a little sad. “Thank you. I know you’re just trying to cheer me up though.” I bent down and looked her right in the eyes. “It’s more than that. Listen to me. Melanie. You are beautiful. You’ve always been one of the sexiest women I know. Geez, now that you know how much of a nerd I was in college, you may be the sexiest woman that’s ever flirted with me. Or that I’ve been with. The only thing that’s changed is you’re not as tall as you used to be. Everything else is the same.” She almost started to tear up. “You really do think I’m sexy. Even like THIS.” Softly I replied “Yeah.” She got up and shook her arms and stood up straight. Then she looked at me again and said “Okay. Let’s do this.” I replied “Your wish is my command, my princess” and put out my hand for her. She snorted. As I lifted her up she said “I thought I was supposed to be cat woman. But if you want to treat me like a princess, by all means, go ahead.” ------------------ After breakfast, we went to work preparing for Melanie’s mission. I began winding up heavy thread and fashioning some little grappling hooks for her. Given she literally weighed less than a pound now, we didn’t need anything too heavy duty. Just compact and light weight. I found an old LED key fob light and disassembled it, fitting the contents into a smaller package and wrapping it with electrical tape to make a tiny flashlight, along with a hook so she could hang it from her belt. I’d hoped to come up with a better backpack, but alas I had no idea where to find that – Maria was clearly the expert in that field – and my rudimentary guy sewing skills were definitely not up to the task. So instead I came up with a sort of tool belt she could wear. I was sitting on the floor in a corner of the office that had somehow become my new workshop. She was anxious to see all that I’d put together, but it was time for this girl to get her suit on so we wouldn’t be rushed. Not that I minded her standing around naked all morning. I think she secretly enjoyed my gawking, and certainly didn’t mind my occasionally copping a feel as I worked. She would even ask me what part I wanted and sashay over to it, bending over just long enough to flash me and then turning to peek and see if I was watching. The one time she didn’t turn right away, I couldn’t resist coming up behind her and stroking my finger there while she had everything exposed. I caught her by surprise and she yelped, almost pitching over on top of the item she was fetching for me. Enough fun though, it was getting late. Time to get down to business. I said “Let’s get you into your outfit, and then we can come back and start loading you up. Sound good?” She stood up and saluted me. And grinned. I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom sink, where she jogged over to her wardrobe and pulled out the cat suit. As she started to get dressed, she noticed I hadn’t left, so she began to slow down, trying to get dressed in a sexy manner, showing off her stuff. It was a little harder to be sexy dressing than it was un-dressing, but she did her best and gave me a show. Once she had the top on, but before she could pick up the bottoms, I scooped her up and lay her back in my hand. I said “Ah, Cat Woman. I have you just where I want you. You are all MINE!” She blurted, “You’ve caught me! Oh no! What are you going to do to me?” She gave me a look of feigned terror. “I’m going to eat you up!” I brought her up to my mouth and wrapped my lips around her middle, tickling her cute little ass with my tongue. She laughed. “No! Don’t eat me!” I gave her a couple of long licks, encompassing her ass and pussy, and then pulled back. I said “You’re too irresistable. But I’d better stop or we’re never going to make it. We’re definitely continuing this later though. You in a cat suit is making me hot.” She grinned. “Definitely. I wish we could finish now.” Sigh. “But you’re right. We need to meet Maria. Oh, and weren’t we bringing lunch?” “Uh, yeah. I need to stop on the way. Let’s get you dressed.” I held out the little legs of the suit for her to step into, and then slid them up and let her finish fastening them. Once she had a minute to check herself in the mirror, I scooped her up again and brought her back to the office, so that we could get her outfitted. I told her the headset goes on soon as I have it programmed from the car. I pulled out the little tool belt, it took her a minute to figure out the clasp, I made it more like a man’s belt because, well, I’m a guy. But she figured it out. Then we started hooking the supplies to her belt. The flashlight, the spools and hooks, a couple little eyeglass tools I thought she might need to get in or out of places, and one little piece she hadn’t seen yet. “What am I supposed to do with that?” I said “This is a tiny USB plug. Didn’t you two say that area is cut off from the rest of the company?” She looked a little confused. “Yeah, but …” “I assume the computers are cut off from everything too?” “I suppose. It always seemed like whatever was up there was off the books. A total secret.” “So, they must have computers up there, whatever happened to you didn’t happen just from lab notes. Though I wouldn’t mind getting ahold of someone’s lab notebooks to study. I think our best bet is to figure out what’s on the computers.” She gave me a thoughtful look. “This” as I held it for her to take “has a computer virus on it. But it has to plug into a computer in that lab. I’m guessing they’re not connected to your main network, but they have to be connected to something somewhere. The key is, plug this in somewhere they won’t see it. Like the back of a desktop computer or server. Or at least the back of a laptop. Not in front where it’s really obvious.” “What is a computer virus going to do? Are you trying to crash the system or something?” “Oh no. Definitely not. We need to know what’s on those computers, I’m hoping that’s the key to what they’re doing up there and what was going on at the time of your ‘accident’ – the virus will create a back door that I can use to log in and snoop around in the system.” Her eyes lit up. “That’s perfect!” She grinned. “I wasn’t lying when I told Maria you’re a genius.” She held the mini USB plug and looked around her outfit trying to figure out where she could stuff it. “Unbuckle your belt.” As she did, she gave me a coy smile. “Are you getting frisky again?” “I’d love to, but actually it’s for this.” I produced a little pouch of fabric, where I’d cut out two holes for the belt to loop through. She held out the end of the belt and let me slide it on. “You can put the USB inside the pouch.” I grinned back at her. I gathered up the headset and battery pack, the wires leading into the little string backpack that came with one the outfits Maria had found. I fished through Melanie’s purse (she already knew I was going to) and found her old work key, hoping it would still at least get me into the building. I stuffed the two pockets of my hoodie with some tools and supplies in case of emergency, though of course hoping I wouldn’t need them. And finally my laptop. Then I scooped up my girl and made my way to the car, making a mental note to pick up sandwiches on the way. --------------------- I found parking on the street that ran along the back of the building. I texted Maria to let her know where we were. While we waited, I pulled out my sandwich and carefully carved off some pieces to make a little sandwich for Melanie. As I handed it to her, Maria showed up and hopped into the back seat. “Hey guys. Are you ready?” Before I could answer, Melanie jumped up in the passenger seat so she could show off her cat suit. She started babbling on about all the accoutrements, showing off her flashlight and tools and such, as I handed Maria a sandwich and a bottle of water. “I think we’re almost there. Soon as she’s done eating I’m going to fit this headset on her.” I explained how I was going to log it onto the building guest wi-fi and then we’d be able to talk to each other. I told her I would stay here in the car, I had a book to read and my laptop, I wasn’t going anywhere until they both came back out safely. But if something did happen, I showed her that I had Melanie’s key, plus mentioned some additional tools I packed myself, so I was prepared to rush in after them if I had to. Maria pointed out that the key wasn’t going to get anyone into Level 7. Just the employee entrance on the side and probably get me as far as the lobby. I told her as long as it could get me inside, I would find a way to either one of them if they were in trouble. I asked Maria to keep her phone handy, to text me if she saw anything suspicious or if she thought either one of them were going to run into trouble. We went over the infiltration plan in detail one more time. I fired up my laptop and began logging her onto wi-fi. Then I fit the headset onto her head. She held her arms out for me to slide the little string backpack over her shoulders. I reminded her the headset wires ran into that, I tried to leave her room so it wouldn’t pull, but I couldn’t make them too long, fearing they’d get caught on something. She then tucked everything under the hood of the catsuit, which was complete with little cat ears. For fun she stuck out her hand and swung it like a paw and meowed for us. We needed one last laugh. At that, Maria held open her handbag and I gently lowered Melanie into it. Maria said she was going to try to get her up to Level 6 and drop her off near some ductwork, which we were thinking would lead to a service shaft. She would need to do some climbing, but that was what we got the climbing gear for. With a deep breath, Maria started to get up. I put my hand on her hand and told her “Be careful.“ I looked down to the bag. “BOTH of you. I’ll be here when you come out.” And with that, I watched them out the side mirror, as Maria made her way back into the office, my girl hiding inside a handbag over her arm. I really hoped they weren’t walking into a trap. |
1693115125 | melanie15 | As I finished my own sandwich, I called up the radio app on my phone and checked for the 5th time that it was working properly. It had been 10 minutes and this was already nervewracking. I had to take some deep breaths and chill. At this point they were probably barely in the building, but I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to check in. “Hey babe, are you there? Talk quietly if there are people around.” I had nothing but static for a minute and then I heard “Honey, yeah it’s me. We’re fine. You need to chill.” Gee wasn’t I just telling myself that? “I’ll check in as soon as there’s something to tell.” “Okay babe. Be careful.” “I will.” ----------------- “No I won’t.” She whispered to herself. No need to worry him, but she knew what she was getting into. There was no choice. Being careful was not going to get her answers. Melanie held her hands out to the sides of Maria’s bag, trying to stand up as the bag swung back and forth like a gondola on a log ride at the amusement park. Thankful for the small meal, she held tight and listened to the sounds around her, trying to gauge where she might be. She heard Maria making idle chit chat with someone. Eew, was that Leonard the geeky guy from Level 2, the one who still wore a pocket protector, tape on his glasses and stored his lunch next to the mold samples in the fridge? He used to ogle her from across the dining hall. What was she doing talking to him? He was like a walking stereotype - and totally NOT her type. Or anyone’s type for that matter. Okay, be nice, there’s supposed to be someone out there for everyone, or so they say. Well, she thought, I suppose MY guy is her type. Go figure. She tried to listen closer, shutting out the other noises around her. She heard “Level 7” and her ears perked up. “No way. Not going anywhere near that place. No way. It’s creepy.” “Well is anyone assigned up there today?” “Why do you want to go up there? I told you it’s creeeeepppppyyy.” Melanie thought to herself, yeah, not as creepy as you staring at me and drooling on yourself for 30 minutes when I try to take my lunch break. She shuddered for a moment at the memory. Then finally she heard “Belinda is supposed to take some supplies up there at the end of her shift. That’s like all I know.” “That’s alright. Thank you dear.” Then a pat. Shit, did she just pat him on the cheek? Damn girl, you’d better not be touching me with that hand. Eeww. The bag started swinging again for a minute and then it stopped. She listened again and heard a chime. Okay, elevator. Got it. After the doors closed, suddenly the bag jerked and Melanie was flooded with light and the sight of Maria’s huge face peering down at her. “Hey, alright in there?” She nodded while holding a hand up to block some of the light. Big people are oblivious sometimes. “We’re going up to 6, I’m going to drop you off there. But I’m going to see if I can offer to make that supply run for Belinda at the end of the shift.” Then almost to herself she mused, “I’ve never been up there before.” Melanie wondered what kind of supplies they would need up there and why they would need them at the end of the day on a Friday. Were they doing experiments after hours? The questions just bolstered her certainty that something suspicions was going on up there. But before Melanie had a chance to reply though, the bag snapped shut, enveloping her in darkness again. She was tempted to pull out her flashlight. It took her a minute for her eyes to adjust to the harsh change in lighting. Then for a while she could sense the bag swinging and she assumed Maria was walking around. Back to holding on tight to the sides of the purse to keep from landing in … was that gum? Spare change? Cookie crumbs? That girl needs to clean out her bag. She stepped in something squishy, that felt like a little blow-up mattress. Now she did pull out her flashlight. Ugh. Catchup packets. And hot sauce from Taco Bell. Had no idea she was into junk food. The thought made her want to scrunch up her nose. She prided herself for so long on eating healthy and working out regularly at the gym. There was a bang that felt like a battering ram, it was probably just the bag bumping into something but it was enough to land her on her ass. As she pulled herself back up and dusted crumbs off, she hoped to get out of this bag soon. She was so done with this up close and personal with the contents of Maria’s messy bag. At long last, she felt the bag set down with a thump reminiscent of a roller coaster coming to a stop for the passengers to depart. Not too far from the truth, she thought to herself. If she were to ask Maria, she’d probably insist she set it down gently. Big people have no concept. As she thought that, the bag unsnapped at the top and light poured in, though not as bright as the elevator. Maybe she was behind a desk or against a wall or something. She could see Maria’s giant fingers near the top of the bag, and then a moment later a giant eye peering down. Maria didn’t say anything, which made sense if she was somewhere public. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust and she tried to take in what she could while standing in a bag that came up several inches past her head, or to her perspective maybe three feet. Not insurmountable to climb out, but she’d have to jump to catch the lip and hope her weight wasn’t enough to pull it down. Or no, she thought again, if it came down that was probably easier to climb out. I can do this. She suspected Maria was leaving the bag somewhere that she could make her way out on her own. But before she could make the jump, she saw Maria’s big red lips hover over the top of the bag and a manicured finger held over them in a ‘shhh’ sign. So she stopped. What the hell? She’s lucky I didn’t jump up at that moment and collide with her chin. C’mon dammit, I need to get out of here. She kept the thought to herself, but she was getting antsy. A moment later she was thrown back on her ass – on those sauce packets no less – as the bag jerked and swung into the air. Now she felt like she was on the parachute ride. I guess I’m getting the whole amusement park experience today. I can tell the difference, I’ve razzed my guy before but he’s never this rough – maybe he does really make an effort for me. Huh. She felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside thinking about him for a moment. Then she shook it off. I have to concentrate on this mission. But first I have to get out of here so I can START my mission, dammit. Where is she taking me? After more swinging and a couple bangs that felt like she was in a bumper car, she sensed a door opening and she felt like she was entering a cave or a tunnel. She heard metal clanking. Then the bag stopped with a thud and the top opened again, the flood of light tempered by the giant cloud that was Maria’s head. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust and then she looked around. She whispered “What the hell, Maria? You took me to the fucking bathroom?” Maria looked like she was stifling a laugh. She bent down and whispered “Shush. It was the only way. People were watching. Besides I think there’s a vent in here I can boost you up to. Didn’t you say you were going to like climb in the vent or something?” Melanie sighed. “I was hoping for a service shaft.” Then she thought for a minute. “Fine. The vent I guess.” Her mind was already spinning, thinking of how this was going to work. A service shaft would be a lot easier to navigate, but if I have to climb a vent, fine. I didn’t expect this to be easy. Besides, I can’t take hanging out in this bag any longer anyway. I’m not accomplishing anything. Let’s just get out of here and see what I can do. So Maria reached her hand into the bag. She grumbled, “I hope that’s not the hand you were just patting Leonard’s cheek with.” As her fingers wrapped around Melanie’s waist like a vice grip, she yelped. Maria said “Shhhh. Let me peek out here and make sure the coast is clear. And by the way ... you do look sexy in that cat suit.” She winked and then held Melanie close to her chest, as if to hide her if someone came looking as she exited the stall. But to Melanie, basically she was squished in some giant cleavage that was almost suffocating. Let’s just get this over with. She sensed Maria stumbling around something and turned her head enough to take in that she was climbing up on the counter that held several sinks. Geez with one hand? For a moment Melanie pictured both of them going down with a splat onto the restroom floor and being discovered by a coworker later. If that were to happen at least she had plenty of cleavage cushion. Shit. Only if she fell on her back. Shaking the thought from her head, she focused on what Maria was doing, she was up on the counter now and fumbling with the vent cover. Shit again. How the hell was she supposed to get a vent cover open herself later, if Maria was fumbling with it now? There’s gotta be something better. She looked up. Drop ceiling. Yes much better. “Hey Maria. Forget the vent. Can you get me up there?” She tried pointing up, but Maria didn’t understand. “The ceiling panels. They push up. Just tilt one up and help me get up there.” Maria looked at her funny for a moment, like she was out of her mind, but then said “Are you sure? I thought you wanted a vent.” “No, a service shaft. Just get me in the ceiling. I’ll take it from there.” “Fine, if you say so.” Maria reached up with her free hand and tried to reach a tile. She started to falter and Melanie had those thoughts of falling with a splat rush through her head again. Maria stretched her arm enough to tilt a panel up, and then without any warning, thrust Melanie up into the air. “There. Can you reach it?” Melanie reached out with her hands and was able to grasp the edge of the aluminum frame. She said “Yeah, just hold that panel for a minute, okay?” She heard Maria grumble under her breath and figured she’d better hurry up here. She swung her legs like a pendulum, trying to get one foot over the edge. It took a few tries but she was able to hook her ankle on the lip and used that to pull up and roll herself onto the adjacent panel. She turned back on all fours and stuck her head in the opening enough to say “Okay, got it!” She moved away from the edge quickly, not sure how soon Maria would let go of that panel. Not long apparently, as seconds later the panel thudded back into place, leaving her in shadows. She took a look around, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Not total darkness at least. Light from the corners of the fluorescent panels situated throughout the ceiling, provided just enough to see without pulling out her flashlight. She didn’t know how much battery it had and figured she should save it for when she really needed it. She patted her hands around her waist, checking to make sure she didn’t lose her climbing tools and other items. Then she tried to gauge where she was and where she needed to go. There were wires strung from the ceiling grid up to the sheet metal above. Conduit ran throughout the space in between, along with water pipes and cast iron drain pipes. She supposed the restrooms were in about the same spot on each floor, but it didn’t make sense to come up there. It would be better to come up inside the lab. Lab benches would require piping for gas, oxygen, vacuum … if she could locate those pipes and if the installers were good enough to label them even better, maybe she could come up in the right place. Or at least close. Melanie had no idea how much of that floor was labs, the space was so secretive that part of her wondered if the people ate and slept up there. They sure didn’t join the rest of the staff in the lunchroom downstairs. She thought through the 3 days she actually spent up there, getting past the elevator and a guard post and spending her time in an outer lab where she simply processed some odd samples. Strange now that she thought about it, that the samples were so miniscule – working with just drops of blood rather than a tube, or a sliver of tissue the size of a hair rather than a normal biopsy sample. She shuddered as she realized what that might represent. Was it possible what she experienced wasn’t truly an accident? Could there be others – plants, animals, even people – being experimented on? The shocking picture in her mind made her dizzy. She got down on all fours and tried to force herself not to start hyperventilating or go into shock or something. Everything was spinning around her. Stop. Focus. She told herself I don’t know anything for sure yet, but I’m here to get answers. So let’s go get answers. Or clues. And take it from there. It took a few minutes for the dizziness to subside. She slowly got back up and then took another look around. She could see the tops of the walls, sheetrock around metal framing, denoting the shape of the room. Thinking through what she remembered of the typical floor layout, She figured which way she likely had to go. She was glad she’d thought about the ceiling, she couldn’t imagine how she’d navigate the vents or how she’d work her way out through a vent cover that was too secure for Maria to pull open at her full size. But there were still plenty of obstacles. She made her way in her chosen direction, leaping over gaps between the ceiling tiles and the grid that were about a foot wide (for her) and ducking down on all fours to go under pipes a couple times. She could sense just being close to them, which one carried hot water. She made a note to avoid climbing on those, she wasn’t sure how much the cat suit would protect her from the heat. When she got to the base of the wall, it was probably 10 feet to climb, but at least it was a pretty straight climb. She pulled out her climbing gear, checking to make sure the little hook was secure to the line, and tossed it up. It took a couple tries to catch it on the top edge of the drywall. She tugged to be sure it was secure, then began climbing. This was just like climbing a rock wall at the gym, but without the footholds. Or without as many. There were dents here and there that were deep enough for the tip of her foot. She had to pull harder than she thought she’d have to, promising herself she’d get back into working out regularly, and chuckling at the thought of her boyfriend setting up a tiny gym with little weights and pull up bars for her. She thought about him for a moment and smiled. At the top of the wall, it sunk in how long of a trip she still had in front of her. She could see for what felt like half a mile. Though for right now she had to get across into the next room. She was glad to see a metal cross stud at the top of the wall. A small part of her worried it would be open and she’d risk falling inside the wall. She shivered again. This was not the time for harrowing thoughts. She lifted her hook and brought it to the other side of the wall. Though now looking around, she wondered if staying atop the wall might be easier than navigating the ceiling tiles and pipes. As long as I’m careful and watch out for gaps or jagged metal. Damn I’m doing it again. She tapped her headset. “Honey?” He responded quickly, like he’d been waiting all afternoon to hear her voice. The thought warmed her inside. “Hey babe, are you okay?” “Yeah. I’m up in the ceiling on level 6 right now. I just wanted to hear your voice.” Keep it together girl, he doesn’t need to get worked up. She added “Everything’s fine.” “Are you sure?” Damn he sounded concerned. “I’m here if you need me, okay?” “Okay. I’ve got a ways to go here. This may take a while. I’ll let you know if I need anything.” “Okay, if you’re sure. I’m ready if you need me. Be careful.” “I will.” No I won’t, she thought yet again, but I’m not telling him that. I don’t need him running up here, or having a heart attack. Not yet, anyways. She began walking along the top of the wall, the metal stud about the size of a sidewalk, as long as one didn’t step on an errant drywall screw. Those look like they could do some damage. After coming close to stepping on one, she vowed to walk carefully. She pulled out her flashlight, to supplement the wan trickle of light coming from the fluorescents in the ceiling grid, afraid she was going to miss one of those screws that looked like daggers under her feet, or some other sharp obstacle threatening to do that or worse. At the end of the wall – she suspected intersecting with the hallway – she followed the turn and kept going, stepping gingerly over a cluster of daggers coming up through the beam. She stopped a couple times to sneeze, wishing for a moment that she had a dust mask, then snorting at herself for thinking she could have just stuffed one in her pocket. No, at my size I could use a dust mask as a hammock. Hey, that’s not a bad idea if I can get out of here. Correction, WHEN I get out of here. There is no if. Suddenly Yoda’s famous quote popped in her head, ‘Do or not do, there is no try,’ and she refocused her attention on the obstacles in her path, determined to get through this and determined to get the answers she so desperately needed. ----------------- She’d been trudging along for what felt like an hour. From her mental estimates she suspected she had passed under that outer lab where she’d been stationed those three days, the one that was outside and secure from the main laboratory. She had to be close now. She looked around, shining her flashlight over the pipes she could see from her spot atop the wall, trying to identify vacuum, gas or oxygen lines that would represent lab benches above. The dust made it harder to see any markings on the pipes – and sometimes hard to keep from sneezing. She suspected she would need to get closer. So she pulled her climbing apparatus off the loop on her belt and clasped the hook on the edge of the wallboard. Here goes. She held tightly to the edge of the wall with her hands as she lowered her legs over the edge, and then let go with one hand to take hold of the rope. She took a moment to get herself situated, wrapping her legs and feet over the rope as well, before releasing her other hand to grasp the rope and beginning her ten foot climb down to the ceiling panels. Feet firmly down on a flat surface again, she whipped the rope a few times with her wrist until the hook wiggled free. She almost missed it on its way down, but reached to catch it with the tips of her fingers, worried it would make a suspicious clang. She’d done pretty well so far not making noise. For once it was an advantage weighing less than a pound. She surveyed the surroundings from her new vantage point and began making her way towards the middle of the room, remembering to watch out for the gaps between the grid and the tiles and to duck under or climb over pipes and conduit the size of a sewer main that ran about waist height for her. As she slid down off a cold water pipe and reached back to dust off her bottom for what seemed like the twentieth time, thankful for a snug-fitting outfit rather than a gown (I can’t even imagine being up here in a gown and bare feet!) she noticed a cluster of pipes running through a large hole about 20 feet above her. She pulled out the flashlight to examine them more closely. Yes, that’s got to be feeding a lab bench or some equipment in the lab. She shined the light on the hole, trying to gauge how much room there might be and if she could fit through. It would be snug but she was pretty sure she could make it. Hoping this would take her where she needed to go, she braced herself for the climb. She held tight to one pipe, wrapping her arms around it, while nestling up to an adjacent pipe for support, and began lifting herself up, inch by inch, taking is slow, using the insoles of her feet to help push her up. The pipe was almost a foot in diameter, to her perspective at least, so she was able to wrap her arms around it for support. Still, it was a long and painful drop if she slipped. Once she made it up to the hole in the sheet metal above, she gripped the pipe tightly, leaning her back against an adjacent pipe for support, and pulled out her flashlight. She examined the hole, the metal sheets and then several inches of concrete. That path looked straightforward, aside from the cringe factor of climbing into a tight, dark and grimy space. She thought a little more and wondered what would be above that. She assumed she would be coming up either in the middle of a bench cabinet, if it were two-sided with the supplies in the middle like the ones she was used to in other labs throughout the building. However she wasn’t sure. Okay, one way to find out. No turning back now. She secured her flashlight to her belt, leaving her in near darkness again, took a couple deep breaths to steady herself and then began inching her way into the hole, past the metal sheets and into the concrete hole. She moved gingerly, feeling her way around with one hand while grasping tightly with the other, until she felt a change in the concrete that suggested she was at the top. Once her head was above that mark, she switched arms around the pipe so that she could reach for her flashlight again. She held tightly to the flashlight, fearing if she lost it she would be screwed. She shined it up first, revealing a gap and then a wooden hole – hopefully the lab bench she was expecting. Then she turned it down and shined it around the enclosed area between the bench and the floor. She saw dust bunnies at first, and then a huge lump with fur. She yelped and almost dropped her flashlight, realizing it was a mouse. A mouse the size of a fucking sheepdog. Hopefully dead. The smell suggested it had been for a little while. Her stomach roiled and she gagged, struggling to try not to lose her lunch. She broke her eyes away and tried to focus on the hole in the wood cabinet above her. She put her flashlight securely back on her belt and began inching up again, as quickly as she could, anxious to get away from the gruesome sight. She climbed through the hole and onto solid ground. She took a moment to catch her breath, and then pulled out the flashlight yet again, thinking to herself if she ever has to do this again, a light mounted on her head would be easier to deal with. Moving on, she began to survey her surroundings. It was a little tight where she stood, the cabinet was mostly filled with glassware, a couple large carboys and some equipment. One carboy was shoved up to the pipes and she had to step out of the hole on the side of it, the smooth glass offering no handhold. As she worked her way around, the next one was up against it, the gap too tight for her to fit. The carboys were too heavy for her to nudge out of the way. They really jammed these in. So she hoisted her climbing hook, trying to catch the top of the carboy. She grimaced as her first toss missed and the hook clanked against the glass before almost hitting her in the head coming down. The top was covered in foil with a tape that changes color when sterilized. Well, too bad, she thought as the hook punctured the foil on her 2nd try, they’ll just have to deal with it. She tugged to make sure the string was taught and then gripped it tightly, wrapping her hand around it for extra support before trying to pull herself up. The smooth surface made it hard to climb, she had to pull herself up by her arms and struggled some, but slowly worked her way up to where she could stick one leg out where the carboys curved in near the top, taking a couple tries to get her leg in the right spot. As soon as she pushed off from there though, she jiggled one of the carboys, causing her foot to slip in between them and also causing a clanking noise. Her heart stopped for a second and she froze, fearing that was loud enough for someone to hear, if anyone was nearby. She couldn’t tell yet, but hoped not. If someone was working at this bench, they’d be looking in the cabinet any second. After waiting as long as she dared, with her arms starting to quiver from the strain, she worked her way up to the top, holding on tightly to the lip of the carboy, tearing away more of the foil to get a better grip. Now given nobody came by to check on the noise, she hoped that meant nobody was close by. She worked her way around and began sliding down the string on the other side, until her feet hit the ground. She stepped over to the cabinet door and tried pushing it open. Shit, it wasn’t moving. She pulled out her flashlight again, hoping to find the culprit. Ah, there – near the top – so she was relieved it didn’t appear to be an outside latch, just a roller catch. But she’d need some kind of leverage to get it open. She sat down with her back to one of the carboys and tried to push on the corner of the door with her feet. She grunted and kicked out with both legs as hard as she could. The door moved a bit but not enough to open all the way. She tried again, still no luck. In frustration, she pushed herself back up on her feet and started looking around for some inspiration. She suspected most of the small items would be in the drawers above, not down here in the cabinet. Then it dawned on her, she had tools too. She looked on her belt loops and found a tiny watch screwdriver. She tried wedging it between the door and frame and pulling, but she wasn’t having any luck. Then she looked around at the equipment and a piece of metal caught her eye. There was a waterbath in here. Could they have left a thermometer? It was a small one, the top was just above her head when she stood. She grabbed hold of the edge and lifted herself up onto it. Yes! There was a thermometer, glass, but also a metal bracket to hold it in place. The bracket was small enough she thought she could lift it. She made her way along the edge of the bath, crawling on all fours, until she could get her hands on the bracket. With some wiggling she unhooked it from the edge of the waterbath and tried to drop it down to the ground as gently as she could, grimacing again as it made a clank against the wooden surface when it hit. Climbing back down herself, she walked over to the bracket and dragged it with her over to the edge of the cabinet door. Placing it in position she kicked it a few times with her feet to wedge it into the gap between the door and frame. Then she grabbed the end with both hands and heaved. Some movement but not enough again. She sat down and tried pushing on the door with her legs and pulling with her wedge at the same time. With a grunt and a strong pull, the door popped open – and swung several inches. She held tightly to the bracket to keep it from falling and making even more noise, and then set it down behind her. Crawling up to the door on her knees, she strained her neck to take a peek out. The light was blinding for a moment after being in relative darkness. She’d lost track of time but it had to be at least an hour. Maybe two. She took a quick peek out, sticking her head out around the cabinet door. Not seeing anyone, she brought her legs over the edge of the cabinet and then thought to herself, ‘here goes’ as she dropped softly onto the tile floor. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she heard a noise, the sound of sneakers squeaking, and then someone’s voice. |
1693115127 | melanie16 | As soon as Melanie’s feet hit the ground, she heard a noise, the sound of sneakers squeaking, and then someone’s voice. She ran as fast as her little legs would take her, in the opposite direction of the sound. “What the hell?” came a booming male voice. “How did this come open?” “What came open?” came another male voice, further away. “The cabinet door is open.” Then a moment later. “Oh shit. Something got out.” She heard footsteps in her direction and her heart leaped up into her throat. She was running and ducking under some equipment that she didn’t recognize, other than that she could fit under the legs. She feared this person saw her before she could make it inside. “What got out? One of the test subjects? Why don’t you check the cages.” “I could have sworn I saw something dart under here.” Now he was getting down on his hands and knees, peering under equipment. “I’d check first and see if anything really got out. It could just be a rat.” “That doesn’t explain the cabinet door.” “Fine. Bob, you look around, I’ll check the cages.” Melanie stood as still as a statue, afraid any movement or any noise would lead to her capture. She fought back a gasp as she heard them mention cages. What could they be keeping in cages? Her mind was racing as she thought back to her three days working in the lab outside this one, how miniscule those blood and tissue samples were. A lump formed in her throat. She fought back the urge to panic and tried to force herself to calm down. She was behind a giant wheel, hoping it was enough to hide her from view. She heard shifting and grunting and a few moments later, the clang of a broom handle hitting the floor and banging against the wheels, including the one she stood behind. Soon after, she heard a second set of footsteps. “I checked the cages. Nothing has escaped. Like I said, it’s probably a rat.” She heard a grumbling “Maybe. Still don’t explain the cabinet.” “Well let’s get back to work. Just keep an eye out in case your rat shows up again. We’ve got new test material coming up today.” An alarm bell went off in Melanie’s head. Was that the delivery Maria was trying to take, as an excuse to get onto Level 7? Shit. I hope she’s not walking into a trap. She waited until it looked like the two men – scientists? - had gone back to work, and then quietly stepped back and surveyed her new surroundings. Everything looked so different from this perspective than she remembered, though she’d only been in this section of the lab once, for a few moments, before the ‘accident’ happened. She was certain she’d blacked out back then, she still had no memories beyond the flash and the boom in her ears, unsure if she was out for minutes, hours, or even days. Sensing that the scientists had moved to another part of the lab, only because she couldn’t hear them, she carefully turned on her headset. “Hey honey? Are you there? Talk quietly.” She whispered, hoping he’d hear but scared one of the scientists would hear if she did more than whisper. A second of static crackled in her ear, and then she heard his familiar voice. “Hey babe. I’ve been worried about you. Are you okay?” “For the moment. I made it into the lab, but there are two men here and one of them might have seen me. The other thinks I was a rat.” She frowned at the comparison and how it sounded coming out of her mouth. “I am trying to stay out of their sight while I look around.” “Shit. Babe, do you need me to come up there?” “Not yet, but can you get a message to Maria? It’s pretty strange up here. I heard them talking about new test samples coming up. Maria found out there’s some supply delivery at the end of the shift and she was trying to finagle her way so she could make it, as an excuse to come up here. I worry she may be walking into a trap.” “Okay. I’ll text her. But tell you what, why don’t you leave your headset on. That way I can hear if something happens. I’ll keep listening in.” “Won’t that run down the battery?” “Not that quickly. I’m thinking it should at least last 5 or 6 hours if you have it on.” She was a little hesitant to leave it on that long, in-case she needed more time, but she said “Alright.” As she thought about it, with these two scientists milling about, she would feel a little safer knowing he could hear right away if there was trouble brewing. Given he was listening in anyway, she started describing what she saw in whispers as she started to move out from her hiding spot. “There’s a big machine here on wheels, I’m not sure what it’s for. I’m walking in the direction opposite those voices, there may be computers back that way.” As she crossed into the open space between the machine and the next lab bench, suddenly a shadow cast over her. She froze. “Jim, get over here! This ain’t a rat!” The shadow drew closer and she took in a man in his 30’s wearing a neatly pressed labcoat, with spectacles. His hair was slicked back and he had a wicked grin as he said “Gotcha!” and shot down on his knees, grabbing for her. She ran as hard as she could, diving around the corner of the lab bench and looking for cover. Ow! She whacked her knee as she dove at full speed. She peeked around the edge of the cabinet. Oh shit, he’s still coming. She started running again, but her knee was throbbing and she limped her way under another piece of equipment. “Babe, what’s going on?” she heard over her headphones. She couldn’t respond, she couldn’t think, she was afraid of being flattened – or worse. She was scared to death. She stood as still as a mouse, trying to hold it together. She didn’t see that someone was coming up behind her with a broom. The giant bristles whacked her from behind and sent her flailing into the aisle. The last thing she remembered was someone saying “I got it!” before she blacked out. ----------------------- “Babe, what’s going on? Talk to me!” I was nearly shouting at Melanie over the app, the volume cranked up, trying to hear her. All I could hear was static. Or was that static? I heard voices. Male voices. Dammit to hell, she’s in trouble. I had to go in. I couldn’t wait. My head was swirling and I was starting to fear the worst. I texted Maria first, I think Melanie’s in trouble. I’m going in. She texted back, I’m heading up there now. It’s end of shift. Big cart. Something squawking under tarp? I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, all I cared about was that at least Maria was on her way up. She may get there faster than me, but I had to try anyway. I was convinced something was wrong. Putting on my cap and glasses – and for good measure, an old surgical face mask I had left over from the last pandemic and still had stuffed in my glove box – I dug in my pocket for Melanie’s work keycard. I was about to find out if it still worked. I stuffed a couple other items in my pockets just in case and hid my laptop under the seat. Looking back and forth along the street, I didn’t see anyone milling about, so I opened the car door and got out, trying to look nonchalant as I could in my getup. I knew I might look a little out of place, but it would be worse if they caught me on camera and I ended up with the feds on my doorstep the next day. All for mounting a rescue. I sighed. Okay, couple deep breaths, I shut the car door and strode towards the employee entrance on the side of the building, tamping down my desire to run. I’d seen several people leave half an hour ago, so my hope was that there weren’t many people around this late in the afternoon. I tried the keycard in the slot next to the door. First time, I got a red light. Shit, I should have suspected as much, they probably deactivated it. But then I heard a clank and the door opened from inside. Someone coming out. He saw me with the keycard in my hand and didn’t think twice about heading out and letting me catch the door before it shut. Thankful for the stroke of luck, I went on in and pulled the door shut behind me. I took a look around in the vestibule, noting a couple of locker rooms, one to either side, and then a service door. I crept towards the service door and found a service elevator behind it. Remembering both Melanie and Maria telling me that the elevators didn’t stop on Level 7 without a special code or something, I figured I would try to get off as close to there as I could. If I could get on. But first … I needed to look a little less suspicious. So I darted into the men’s locker room and looked around to see if there was anything I could borrow. I found a hamper with some scrubs and lab coats inside and figured, what the hell. Fishing through the pile, I found a lab coat close to my size that wasn’t TOO wrinkled and stained. So I shook it out and tried to flatten the wrinkles as I threw it on and headed for that service elevator. ------------------------------------- When Melanie came to, she wished she hadn’t. Her knee was throbbing, her back was sore, her head was pounding, and what was that bright light in her eyes, she could hardly see a thing. She went to lift her arm to shield her eyes – and couldn’t move her arm. Shit! She wiggled it, she could feel her fingers, it wasn’t broken, it was just … shit! No!! She sucked in a breath at the realization that she was restrained. Both arms and both legs were held down by something. She squinted her eyes to try to see. Shit! Is that frigging scotch tape? I’m fucking taped to something? Then her face flushed with further embarrassment as she realized her top was open – and she couldn’t move her arms to cover herself up. A breeze blew across her chest, the unwanted stimulation in conflict with her pain and humiliation. “Hey Jim, your subject is awake.” She felt his hot breath and spittle across her chest. He must be just inches away. How nice. “I forgot what a nice rack she has.” A pudgy, unwanted digit rubbed harshly across her chest, mashing her breasts. She felt sick. Now wouldn’t that be lovely if she threw up all over his ugly finger. Though laying flat, she’d probably just cover herself in it. Picturing that in her head, she fought back the urge to puke, but only barely. His fat finger slid roughly down her chest and over her stomach, pressing enough that she had to tense her stomach muscles against the pressure. Then his finger slid lower, pressing her between the legs through the bottom half of her cat suit. He leaned in and whispered. “Maybe I should just help myself. You’ve been a lot of trouble.” The other one – Bob? - came over. They were both so close she could feel the body heat radiating from them, as if she was standing near a hot bowl of soup – a bowl big enough to swim in. He leaned closer, his big face partially shielding her from the harsh light for a moment, enough for her to take in his unkempt hair and his scowl. “So how in the hell did you get in here?” He was speaking to her now. Should she say anything, or would that just make it worse? He brought his face so close that she could have punched him in the eye if only she could move her arm. “Answer me!” he shouted, foul breath wafting over her as spit flew on her face and other parts. For a moment her ears rang as if she’d been standing too close to a car backfiring. “Uhh … “ Her throat was tight and raspy. How long had she been out, a few minutes, or longer? Apparently long enough for them to tape her down (to a table?) and to cut her top apart right down the middle. Dammit, she liked this outfit. And she most certainly did not like these two. But she swallowed her indignation, realizing they could really hurt her – or kill her – if they wanted to. The realization made her tremble and this time she couldn’t hold back, she puked, turning her head barely in time for it to land on her arm and side of her neck rather than her chest. She gagged, unable to clean herself off or rinse out her mouth. This Bob character turned to his partner – Jim – and scowled. “Damn. I want to know how the hell she got here. They were supposed to keep watch over her. When was the last time you checked in on them?” Now it was Jim’s turn to not have an answer. “Uh …” “Screw it. We’re both going by there to pay them a visit. We were going to bring her back here anyway to continue the experiment. The ONLY reason Subject H2 was released to them was so there would NOT be more questions about her disappearance. CLEARLY they were not capable of keeping their end of the agreement.” At that, there was some noise outside. Jim said “Why don’t I go check on that.” By the sound of his voice, he was looking for an excuse to slink away from Bob. She began to suspect that Bob was in charge of this operation. Off in the distance she could hear someone arguing. Was that Maria? She heard scuffling and something slamming. Or was that a slap. It was all muffled. Then she heard “Bob, I need you out here.” A couple minutes passed as she was alone, she still had that harsh spotlight in her face but she tried to take in as much of her surroundings as she could with squinted eyes. She was definitely held down with some kind of tape. It was a cold surface. It seemed like she was flat or close to flat on her back. Everything ached. She tried pulling up with one leg, the one that wasn’t throbbing, to see if she could work free of the tape. She nudged it a bit, but the tape made a loud snap as part of it pulled away from the surface, making her cringe and hoping the scientists were too far away to hear her. She pulled again and after another couple snaps, the end of the tape pulled away. Her arms were still bound though, she was aggravated with herself for not working on those first. Before she could break an arm free though, she heard more scuffling and some grunts. The lab door swung open. It was hard to see but it sounded like more than two people. As they got closer she could make out voices. “She knows too much.” “How does she know anything? She’s never been up here. Do we have a leak?” “Talk to me!” “What did you do to Melanie?” That was Maria’s voice. Maria was up here in the lab? Shit, what was she doing? “Restrain her.” She heard more scuffling, kicking, slapping and then a few moments later, she heard a scream, a bang and flashing lights. She panicked, memories of the ‘accident’ flashing before her. Were they doing the same thing to Maria? Shit, shit, shit! She struggled to break one of her arms free, the adrenaline coursing through her giving her the strength to break the tape’s seal with a loud snap. A moment later, she felt a finger pressing against her free arm, holding it flat against the cold surface. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. It’s time we got some answers.” |
1693115130 | melanie17 | Melanie’s heart sank into her chest. She was powerless against these hoodlums – yes she was calling them hoodlums now. Not scientists. What kind of scientist would rough up someone like that? Or torture someone? And had they done the same to Maria? This was her fault. She was so intent on getting answers. It had been digging at her for weeks, she couldn’t get it out of her head. Her insistence on coming here not only got her captured and injured – and who knew what they would do to her now – but it was her fault that she dragged Maria into this mess and now her life could be ruined. She fought back tears that were straining to come out. She couldn’t give in. Her boyfriend was still out there. He was so heroic standing up to her brother. But what about these two? Could he take on both of them? Or would they capture him too? She wished she could warn him not to come, or warn him what there was waiting for him, but she no longer had her headset – or the backpack. Or her tool belt for that matter. Just her cat suit, with the top cut open and her breasts exposed for these heathens to paw over. She tried not to feel hopeless. Her attention was snapped back to the here and now quickly, as a fat finger held her arm down while more scotch tape was applied to hold it in place. Same with her legs. Tightly. She winced as the pressure jerked her knee, which felt like it was starting to swell up. She fought back a gasp at the new pain, determined not to give him the satisfaction. The spotlight was still on her, feeling like a hot sun on a beach, but this was no beach. A trickle of sweat ran down her chest. She could make out the outline of a huge face, just out of the path of the spotlight, but close enough that she could make out the snarl on his lips, broken only momentarily by a chuckle as he watched her wince in pain. “So tell me, dolly, how did you get back in here? Did SHE help you?” He motioned off to the side, she couldn’t see anything over there but she knew exactly who he meant. “Uhh … “ She didn’t want to make things worse for Maria (could they get any worse?) She’d come here for answers, not to give these hoodlums answers. He pinched her swollen knee between his finger and thumb. She shrieked in pain. “I can do this all day. If I were you” he snickered “I’d cooperate.” and he paused for effect. “Cooperate and maybe we don’t just kill you right now.” He moved his finger and thumb from her swollen knee up to her neck. “It wouldn’t take much. A little flick and your neck snaps like a twig.” She almost lost it. Her eyes were filling up with tears. She could feel the sweat pooling at her back. He just chuckled again, like it was all a game. “It took some gall to come back here. And all you’ve done is give us another loose end to tie up. If you don’t cooperate we’ll get answers from your girlfriend here.” He turned back to look at his partner for a moment. “Or … maybe we’ll just make her suffer until you answer.” At that the other guy walked over. He had something in his hand. Shit, that was Maria. Reduced to her size. Her body was draped over his palm, her arms falling over one side and her legs over the other. She wasn’t moving. Was she passed out? Her tormentor snatched up Maria’s limp body and then had a look at her in his grubby hand. He pawed her over for a minute, in front of Melanie so that she could get the full effect. He mumbled “Nice tits.” He flipped her over and pinched her ass too. “Nice ass.” Then he looked back at Melanie. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if she never woke up again. Or if she woke up missing a limb or two. All because you wouldn’t cooperate.” For effect he pulled on one of her arms, then wrapped two fingers over it and one finger under. “Maybe I’ll just snap this arm in half right now.” Melanie was scared to death. These people could kill her on a whim. They would torture her – they would probably enjoy torturing her – to get what they wanted. They could kill Maria just as easily. Why oh why couldn’t she just leave well enough alone? Now they both might not live to see tomorrow. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She felt dizzy. Her head was spinning. She heard snickering from her captor just before she passed out. ---------------------- I ran for the service elevator. All I could think about was hearing a man’s voice over Melanie’s headset. I pounded the 7 button on the panel and it just flashed an angry warning in my face, apparently I needed a special card for that floor. Dammit. I kicked the wall in frustration. Fine. I pressed 8. There’s got to be a way to get from 8 to 7. I checked my phone to see if there was any follow-up text from Maria. Nothing. I tried texting Maria. UPDATE?? No response. The elevator stopped at 8. As the doors opened, I peered out both ways before stepping off. This looked like a separate maintenance area, there were cleaning supplies and a work cart parked in the corner. I didn’t see anyone around. There was a large door out of the room, which I suspected would lead me to the main corridor. I put my ear to the door to listen. Not hearing anything, I slowly opened the door and peered around again. I double-checked my mask, glasses and cap. It was a little dim for me wearing sunglasses indoors, but I had no idea if there were cameras about. Whatever I could do to stay off these people’s radar. Walking through the door and closing it silently behind me, I looked around for an exit sign. Ah, there, halfway down the hall. I took a few steps towards it. Now this floor looked like it was mostly offices around the sides and a sea of cubicles in the middle. I ducked low, as I couldn’t tell if someone was in any of those cubicles. I got to the exit sign. It was pointing down another short hallway. I guess that makes sense, I remembered the girls telling me that nobody uses the stairs because they go straight out to the sidewalk. Fine for escaping a fire, but useless if someone just doesn’t want to take the elevator. Okay, enough grumbling to myself. I got to the stairwell, hopefully with no witnesses. I opened the door – wincing at the squeak of the hinges – yeah doesn’t sound like they use these too often. I caught the door so it would close quietly. Looking around, yes there was a Level 8 painted on the door. Like it was a parking garage or something. Whatever. I took a few steps down to a middle landing, then down some more. Now I stood in front of a door with “Level 7” painted on it. I tried the door. Locked, as I suspected. I pulled out my phone to use as a flashlight, and pulled my sunglasses down to see better. There was a plate over the latch. Crap. I thought through how to get it open without alerting the whole building. I’d love to use a crowbar. At least I had the foresight to include a little cat’s claw in the tools stuffed in my hoodie pocket. I pulled it out and tried working it around the latch, fishing it into the jamb. Assuming the latch was even with the handle – and about centered – I had to fish about 6 inches. Not much room to spare, the cat’s claw was only 8 inches long. I tried jimmying the tool into the gap. Almost there. This was hard on my knuckles. Ok, I felt it brush the latch. Now I just have to nudge it to the side and push back to center. I wiggled and nudged and once I thought I had it in the right place, I whacked the curved end with my palm a few times, grimacing at the sound, and then pulled out another tool to help me yank it back towards me. One big heave and I heard the latch click. Carefully I pulled on the door a couple inches and worked my fingers between the plate and the jamb, before it could close on me. I pocketed my tools and then opened the door further. Sticking my head out just a bit, I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I was holding, when I couldn’t see anybody around. It looked like a lobby with a desk where a guard would sit, with display monitors around, but nobody was there. Either it was after hours or maybe I got lucky and the guard was in the bathroom or taking a smoking break or something. I could see the elevators on the other side. Worried the guard could return any minute, I went in the other direction as quickly as I could, trying the handle on the lab door. This must be the lab Melanie said she worked in for 3 days. It was locked. I took a quick glance at the guard desk and saw a buzzer. Hoping it wasn’t very loud, I jogged over to buzz it, and then ran back to the door to grab it before it relocked, grimacing again at the sound and hoping the guard wouldn’t come running any second. I pulled the door shut behind me and looked around. It was semi-dark, just a few of the ceiling lights lit, most of them off. I hoped that would help hide me, as there were some windows between here and the inside lab. In there I could see some lights. I crept closer, keeping my head low. I saw a tall beaker stand sitting on the floor and decided that might make a good weapon if I needed one. Though I was hoping I wouldn’t, my gut told me something was up. And where was Maria, dammit? I checked my phone once more, still no reply. Creeping as close to the glass as I could and keeping my head low, I listened for any words or movement. I could make out bits and pieces, but there was definitely more than one person in there. “… passed out.” “Why do we even need … “ “… just get rid of them both …” Shit. Both? Is Maria in there too? Dammit. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself. I crept to the door and put my hand on the latch. I took my phone and put it into camera mode, checking to make sure there was no flash, and inched the top of the camera up until it was facing the edge of the glass in the door. I watched the display and tilted it back and forth slowly to try to see where people were and how many. I could count two people further back in the lab, but didn’t know if that was everyone. Then in the distance I heard the elevator chime. Crap, that may be the guard coming back. It’s now or never. |
1693115136 | melanie18 | I could count two people further back in the lab, but didn’t know if that was everyone. Then in the distance I heard the elevator chime. Crap, that may be the guard coming back. It’s now or never. Putting my hand on the door handle, I stood in a crouch below the glass, ready to spring. I took a couple of deep breaths. Here goes. I tried to turn the handle slowly, trying not to make a sound. It wouldn’t turn. Fuck! I was running out of time. I thought for a fleeting moment about trying to break the glass, but that would eliminate any chance I had at sneaking up on them – and the guard might catch me before I made it through the door. So, hoping the guard wouldn’t come into the outer lab and that the dim lighting would help hide me, I pulled out my cat’s claw again – thankful I had it with me – and tried to wedge it between the door and the jamb. This one was a little easier than the fire door at the stairwell. I wedged it further by pushing the curved end with the palm of my hand, until the pointed end scraped the latch. With a little finagling – wasting precious moments – I was rewarded with a click. I worked the door open gently, trying not to make noise, hoping the guard wouldn’t hear – and hoping the guard wouldn’t hear a scuffle about to happen two rooms away. I went in, crouching at the height of the closest lab bench, hoping it would hide it from view. Lot of hoping here. I crept over to the bench, lugging the beaker stand and trying not to bang it against something. It was about 3 feet tall with a heavy base and metal loops attached at several places up and down the pole. Not exactly my first choice for a weapon, but options were limited. As I hid behind the bench, I noticed a cabinet door was ajar, facing me and away from the others. Inspiration struck. I slowly opened the cabinet door and saw a couple of large glass carboys, each big enough to hold several gallons and probably weighing 20 pounds empty. Oh yeah, these would make a better weapon if I needed one. Question was how to get one out without waking up the neighborhood. I reached in, grasping the top of one and gently tilting it. Something was on the top of it, poking through the parafilm. I almost yanked my hand back, thinking it was going to bite me, and then realized this was Melanie’s climbing string and hook. Damn, this must have been where she came up from. Okay, maybe that’s a sign. I tilted the carboy further, slowly, and then reached in to grasp the bottom with my other hand. I gently lifted it out and onto the floor, then pulled the hook and string off and pocketed them. Leaving the beaker stand behind in favor of my new weapon, I crept closer, carefully keeping the carboy from banging the floor or bench. Once I got closer, I peeked around to see where they were. Both of them were standing over another bench, in the midst of an argument, neither of them seeing me yet. I figured I could catch one by surprise, but not both, so I sized them up and went after the bigger one first, hoping I could take down the smaller guy in a fight one on one if I had to. I took down Melanie’s brother, didn’t I? Though I did catch him by surprise with my first blow. Taking a couple more deep breaths, I slowly stood up, balanced my carboy, and then ran at the bigger guy, whacking him from behind with the carboy. He staggered but didn’t completely topple over, grunting and reaching behind his head. Damn. His fingers came away with a trickle of blood on them but he was stunned for a moment. The other one saw me and started reaching for something, I didn’t know what but I tried to run over to him and whack him with the carboy, holding it in both hands like a sack of potatoes. I ran at him with it up high, intending to whack him in the head, but he got his arm up. The force was enough for him to tumble backwards, crashing into another lab bench and knocking some glassware over. One flask rolled to the floor and shattered. The first guy was back up on his feet and swirling towards me. He came at me with his arms out like a bear. I backed off, but he got ahold of one of my arms and yanked hard. I almost dropped the carboy. Instead I stuck it in front of me to try to block him and his other hand struck the smooth side of it. I wrestled my arm free and ran back at him with the carboy in front of me like a battering ram. I knocked him to the floor and put my weight on the carboy to hold it in place, while I punched anywhere I could get my arms around. My shoulder whacked the side of the bench as we went down, the pain jarring my neck, but our momentum carried me on top of him with the carboy sandwiched between us. The guy was pushing hard and swinging his arm around it to try to get blows in. He almost knocked me off I was convinced he would have taken me easily if I hadn’t caught him by surprise and stunned him with the first blow. Finally, being the non-athlete that I was and looking for any advantage I could, I kneed him in the groin. Yeah, I know, it’s playing dirty, but the girls’ lives were at stake, I could not take a chance of them getting the upper hand. As he groaned from the kneeing, I whacked the carboy against his chin, knocking him out. Just in time, as the second guy had recovered. His hand was bloody from the glass, and he had fury in his eyes. I held my carboy ‘weapon’ in front of me. He didn’t come running at me immediately. Instead, a smirk came across his face. Shit, something’s up. He held a big shard of glass in his hand. That’s when I noticed the ladies – Melanie taped to a sheet of metal on the lab bench, Maria laying nearby, both looked unconscious. He was stepping towards them. “One step closer and I’ll …” “You’ll what?” He snarled. “No, you listen to ME. You’ll put that down and step aside. That’s what you’ll do. Your girls here are under my control. One flick of my wrist and I kill one. Or maybe I just remove a limb and you can watch her bleed to death.” I stopped. What could I do? I was breathing heavy, my head was pounding, my shoulder throbbing, I had blood on my arm – unsure if it was mine or the other guy’s or both. He stopped too, though he was close enough to Maria to reach her with another step. Was he waiting to see what I would do? He had blood on his shoulder as well as his hand. Did he hit his head maybe? I glanced at the bench he’d tumbled into, yeah there was blood against the edge. Maybe he did. Would his reactions be slowed enough? Could I take a chance? Following my eyes, he glanced back as well. Going on instinct, I hurled the carboy at him. He jumped to avoid it, but tripped as it hit the floor. He tumbled forward, throwing his arms out to stop his fall. The glass shard went flying across the bench top and struck Maria in the thigh. As his arms hit the floor, I ran forward and kicked him hard in the chin, trying to knock him out the way I’d done the first guy. His head flew up and whacked against the cabinet. He slumped to the floor. I hunched over for a minute, catching my breath, half in shock that I’d just knocked out both of them. My head started swirling with thoughts, could we get out of here before they wake up, did the guard hear us – shit, the guard – I looked over towards the glass and didn’t see any lights on in the outer lab, so I hoped we were insulated enough here, but I may have to get past him on the way if there wasn’t another stairwell here. Melanie! Oh shit. She was still unconscious. I ran over to her. I saw her tiny chest moving. She was breathing. I looked to Maria laying just a couple feet away. Also unconscious. The glass shard had dug into her thigh and there was a trickle of blood. I looked around for a gauze, a towel, anything. Fuck it. I ripped her skirt off to expose her thighs and then tore a strip of fabric from it. I put my finger and thumb on her thigh as I eased the glass shard out. Damn, it had to be in half an inch, for her that was deep. I took the strip of fabric and wrapped it tightly over the wound, knotting it to keep it in place. Hoping that would last until I could get them out of here. Out of here. Yeah. Geez. I looked out through the glass. The outer lab was still mostly dark. I was glad there were only a few windows and not a whole wall of them, or I’m sure the guard would have seen everything and he’d be in here pummeling me already. As it was, I didn’t have a direct line of sight to the lobby, but I could tell the door on the other side of the lab was still closed. Did I luck out and the guard didn’t hear the commotion? I heard a faint moan. I jumped, looking around to see if the two scientists were still out. Both were breathing but neither were moving. I debated whether to tie them up, but I didn’t see anything handy. At this point best to just get done what I had to do and get out of here with the girls as fast as I could. I head the moan again and realized it was coming from the counter. I looked up and saw Melanie, eyes still closed but her head moving a little. I reached over and stroked her hair for a moment. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here now.” I began to gently peel off the tape that was pinning her down to this sheet of metal. It looked like they’d taken the lid of a waterbath and taped her to it. Geez. What did they put her through? As I peeled the tape off her legs, she winced and her eyes popped open. She saw me and her eyes went wide. I quickly held my finger to my lips. “Shhhh. I’m getting you out of here.” She mumbled “Maria …” “I’ve got her too. She’s injured but I think I’ve stopped the bleeding.” “Is she …” “Yeah. She’s unconscious, I don’t know if she even knows yet. She’s going to need both of us to help her get through it. But first we need to get out of here. I only need a minute.” “A … minute? What …” “Hey, do you still have that USB plug I gave you?” “Umm …” I looked around. “Nevermind. Got it.” I saw her tool belt tossed aside, on the other end of the benchtop. I fished out the USB plug and put the rest in my pocket. “Just rest for a minute and then we’ll get out of here.” I saw blinking diodes towards the back corner, telling me that may be the server. I suspected they had a separate server here, given both Melanie and Maria told me Level 7 was such a mystery to everyone else in the building. I darted over and found a slot in the back to insert the plug. Then I took a quick look around, scanned the back counter and pulled open a couple drawers. Bingo. Lab notebooks, hand-written and bound, were in a top drawer in the back. These were all full. I didn’t think I could take the one they were currently using without raising more suspicions, though I debated. I flipped through the books, finding the most recent, and began to scan the pages. Yes, this one covered the time of Melanie’s “accident” up through about three weeks ago. So this one should give me more clues about what went on. I hurriedly stuffed it in my waist, having no pockets large enough for a bound book, and pulled my shirt over it to hide it. “Okay ladies, time to run” I ran back over and gently lifted Maria and lowered her into the pocket of the lab coat. Then I turned to Melanie, who was propped up to her elbows and looking around wide-eyed. She winced for a moment when I reached for her, then realized it was me and stopped resisting. I lifted her up and said “Hey, do you know if there’s a back stairwell or something?” She looked a little woozy but gave me a face like she was thinking hard. “Umm .. yeah … I … “ “Okay. If there’s two stairwells in the building I’m hoping I can get to the other one. I got here through the one in the lobby.” “Uh, why not just use that one?” “I think the guard is back at his post.” Her shoulders slumped. “Oh.” Undaunted, I looked around, hoping the other stairwell wasn’t back by the service elevators and I just missed it. That would be way the other side of the lobby. I couldn’t take a chance fighting my way past the guard and still protect the girls. Finally I found something. No it wasn’t a stairwell per-se. It was a friggin’ outside fire escape. With an alarm on the door. Geez. I examined the door closely to see if I could open it without triggering the alarm. Damn we were wasting time here, one of those two could be up any minute. Fuck it, there was a 10 second delay, wasn’t there? How far could I get in 10 seconds … Damn damn damn, I set the alarm and everybody goes outside, it’s a spectacle and I won’t get anywhere. Okay, calm down a second. I held my phone flashlight over the mechanism, examining it for any weakness. Okay, the alarm goes off by pushing the bar to open. But what if I don’t push it, I just get the door open without? “Okay, I need both hands now. Are you going to be okay in my pocket?” She groaned. “I’ll manage. Just worry about getting us out of here.” At that, I lay her gently into the other lab coat pocket, glad these lab coats had nice roomy pockets. I pulled out a small screwdriver and nudged it into the strike, then moved it just enough to break the seal, but not all the way. Very carefully I nudged the door open. Through the door there was a metal grate and an open metal staircase to the next level. I started to close the door and then realized that could trigger the alarm too. So I fumbled for something to keep it from closing ‘all the way’ and settled on ripping a piece of cloth from the bottom of the lab coat. I wrapped it around the outside plate a few times, so that the door stopped about half an inch before closing. I let go of it and then let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Hoping both that it wouldn’t trigger the alarm and that it wouldn’t be immediately obvious that we’d exited that way. I stepped back a moment to take in my surroundings. I could go down, but my guess was I couldn’t go all the way down, not without a bunch of noise – didn’t most of these fire escapes have either a counterbalanced last set of stairs, or a retracted ladder? Either one would be loud. So what about up? I looked up. This was an 8 story building, wasn’t it? The stairs went to the 8th floor. I couldn’t tell if they went up higher. Was there a way to get to the roof? Holding on tight to the rickety handrail, I climbed up to the 8th floor. From there I could see a plain ladder mounted to the bricks leading up to the roof. Checking to be sure everything was secure, I took a deep breath, avoided looking down, and started climbing. I do not like heights. On a roller coaster, the few times I’ve gone, I would be the one with white knuckles holding the bar with a death grip and clenching my teeth the whole ride. So … no looking down. I just took one step at a time, making sure I had my footing before reaching for the next rung. One step. Next step. Finally I reached the lip of the roof. The bricks rose up a couple feet past the roof itself, making a small fence, aside from the cutouts for rain water to drain off. I got a tight grip on the top row of bricks, made sure to shift the labcoat so that the pockets were to the side of me, I’d feel sick if I squished my precious cargo trying to climb over the brick wall. Then I held on tight with my other hand, pushed up until I could lean my chest onto the bricks, and then swung one leg over until I had three limbs upon the bricks. I carefully rolled myself over, reaching out with my arm to touch the gravelly flat roof surface and ease myself over. It was harrowing enough for someone afraid of heights to pull this off, but worrying about landing with one of the girls under me was far worse. At that, as soon as I was down on the roof, on my knees, I reached over and lightly patted both pockets. I took a quick peek in my right pocket, where Maria still lay. She still wasn’t moving, wasn’t awake, but she looked safe otherwise, the makeshift bandage was still in place and I could see her tiny chest moving. I looked in my left pocket and saw Melanie scrunched up, her knees to her chest. She looked up at me with concern. I whispered, “Hey, we’re out of the lab. We’re up on the roof now. I need to look for another way down now, but for the moment we’re safe.” She let out a breath and gave me a weary smile. I turned away and began looking for a way off the roof – hoping we had time to get out before the two scientists either woke up or were discovered by the guard. |
1693115139 | melanie19 | Once on the roof I crouched down, unsure if anyone would be able to see me from the street below, and tried to take in my surroundings. I stopped a moment to catch my breath. Walking with my back bent, I made my way across the flat rooftop. A small brick structure rose up from the middle of the roof, I suspected it was the elevator shaft and didn’t think I was going to safely navigate that, not with two women in my pockets who could be squished if I landed the wrong way. I shuddered at the thought of losing Melanie that easily. I kept looking for other options. Across the roof, I saw the building butted up to another building. This was the city after all. I came to the edge and looked over. The other building wasn’t as tall at this one. The drop to the other roof was maybe 10 feet. Again, the thought of landing sideways and squishing my little charges made me pause. But it was either this or take my chances in that elevator shaft. I looked around for something that could slow my descent. I saw a pipe sticking out from the edge of the roof I was on. Thinking for a minute … I noticed this lab coat I ‘borrowed’ … it was long, thick, had nice big pockets, but it also had blood stains on it. I couldn’t walk out in public without catching everyone’s attention – and probably without someone calling the cops. Last thing I needed was attention anyway. So maybe I could use the labcoat like a rope to climb down. I just had to find another way to carry the girls. I began to take off the lab coat, glad that most of the blood was on it and not the rest of me. I gently set it down and then opened the pocket that Melanie was sitting in. I scooped her up gently, knowing she could be injured under what was left of her catsuit. “Hey babe, have to move you to another pocket.” I cracked a smile, though it didn’t make it up to my eyes. She could see my concern. “I’m going to try and use this labcoat to climb down onto the building next door.” She only nodded her head, trusting that I was doing everything I could to get her safely out of here. I still wore my hoodie with the big pockets, but they were full of tools. I shifted the tools to one side and then gently lay her in my pocket on the other side. “Um, babe?” “Yeah?” “I hate to ask this, but are you okay doubling up with Maria? Just until we can get to the car?” She replied “Okay.” I could tell in her voice, she wasn’t thrilled but was sucking it up in the interest of getting to safety. She probably felt helpless in the situation as well, I know I would have. Just another reminder they were both depending on me. I opened the other labcoat pocket and gently lifted Maria’s limp body, then lowered her down to my pocket and lay her in there with Melanie. I could feel Melanie squirming around in there trying for some semblance of comfort, or maybe just to not have a knee in her stomach. “Sorry. I’ll hurry. Hang tight in there.” I took the collar of the lab coat and draped it over the pipe, as secure as I could, twisted it like a rope, and then grabbed hold of the labcoat right below the pipe with both hands, steadying myself as I lifted one leg, then the other, over the side. I lowered myself closer and closer to the other roof, until my feet dangled a couple feet above it, and then dropped down softly. For me, anyway. I’m sure it was a bit of a jolt for the girls. Best I could do. I reached up and tried to swing the lab coat from one side to unhook it from the pipe. Just as I got it loose, I could hear a door bang against the fire escape on the other side of the building, it was a good distance away and a floor down but it was LOUD. We were running out of time. I bundled up the lab coat and ran across the other roof. There was a structure on this roof, but with a regular door, which I hoped meant it led to a stairwell. I ducked behind the structure and peeked out just to make sure nobody had gone up to the roof looking for us. I didn’t see anything yet. I tried the handle on the door. Amazingly, not locked. Go figure. I opened the door just enough to slip through, closing it behind me and cringing at the slight squeak it made. It was dark up here, but I could make out lights further down. Definitely a stairwell. I looked around for a place to hide the labcoat, and then started making my way down the stairs slowly, trying not to make noise. I had no idea whether this was an office building or an apartment or what. Thinking that might make a difference in how I make our escape, I whipped out my phone and looked up Google maps, navigating to the block we were on. Not much signal in here. Ah, found it. Okay, so this was an apartment building with some shops at ground level. So it’s more likely I could run into tenants or visitors if I trek through the lobby, but who’s to say I wasn’t there visiting someone? I started coming up with a story just in case, as I made my way down the steps. Fifth floor. Fourth floor. Third floor. This stairwell appeared to have a separating door on each level, so I wasn’t walking through the corridors at least. As we hit the second floor landing, a couple of twenty-somethings were just on their way up and passed me on the way. They were too busy kissing and holding hands to pay me more than a passing glance. Fine with me. Let them go off and hump like rabbits, as long as they didn’t remember the guy with the cap, glasses, face mask and bulging pockets … It dawned on me I still had the face mask on, largely in-case anyone over there saw me or if I was caught on camera … but over here could I get away without? I wasn’t sure. Inside the building I was probably safe, I doubted anyone here could associate me with having been in the labs next door, but I wondered outside if there would be cameras. I took off the mask but held onto it just in case. I made it down to ground level and stood for a moment in the small apartment lobby, which had a separate entrance in between the shops. I walked to the door and peered through the glass, trying to gauge where the other building was in relation to here, as well as which direction my car was parked. Then it hit me. This was the building I parked at – on the far side of the block. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out and strolled down the sidewalk, my back to the lab building as I headed towards my car. No longer wearing my face mask, as I didn’t want to draw attention, I avoided turning around or looking back, out of fear that a building camera might catch me at the edge of its range. I kept going until I got to my car, whipped my keys out, plopped in and started the engine. I gently pulled my pocket open and looked down at my two charges, squished together in the space that was large for one but tight for two. “Hey, we made it to the car. Can you climb out?” She looked up at me, a little uncertain, and then at her first step, “Oof.” “It’s okay. Don’t move.” I reached down and lifted her out and over the center console, laying her onto the passenger seat. I was so glad to have tinted windows. Then I reached in my pocket and found Maria. I wrapped my fingers around her limp body and gently lifted her out and over, laying her next to Melanie in the seat. Not bothering to make sure they were secure, or bother with my own seatbelt, I went ahead and started the car, then began looking around immediately for anyone around, then for any cars in the lane. I pulled out, with the lights still off even though it was dusk and the street lights were starting to come on. I drove to the next block before turning them on. I continued driving for a little while, until I was maybe a couple of miles away, before finding a Walgreens parking lot to pull into. I continued on to the furthest corner of the lot and backed in, with the car facing the store and the road. Stopping the engine, I finally stopped and looked down at my two charges. Melanie had scooted her back up to the back of the seat, but seemed to be favoring her right leg. Maria was still passed out. Starting to come down from my adrenaline high, I proceeded to empty the tools from my pockets, as well as fish out the lab notebook that was pressed between my belt and stomach. I’d almost forgotten about that in the midst of everything, glad it was tucked in where it wasn’t going anywhere, even if it was a little uncomfortable to sit with the thing pressing into my ribs. I lowered the book down under the seat, feeling around to make sure my laptop was still there, letting out a relieved breath as the edge of the sleek plastic edges told me it was safely where I’d left it. “How are you holding up?” She turned her head back to look up at me. “Better now that we’re away from that horrible place.” She rubbed her leg. “My knee is throbbing.” She turned to look at Maria. “I’m scared for her. I should have never gotten her involved.” “She wanted to come up there. That doesn’t make it better, but she could have just helped get you in and left it at that. She wanted to do more.” I reached over to Maria and placed two fingers on her chest. “She’s still breathing, but she’s still out cold. I need to treat her wound, it looked like a bad gash. I’m going to go in here and get some medicine and bandages. Can you watch her for a few minutes? I promise I’ll hurry.” Melanie nodded her head. I could tell she was worried for her friend. So was I. ------------------ I returned to the car carrying my bag of supplies. Climbing back into my seat and shutting and locking the car door behind me, I opened the glove box to shine just a little bit of light to see by. Then I reached in the bag and pulled out a frozen push pop. I took Melanie’s right ankle between my finger and thumb and lifted it up gently, just enough to slide the edge of the push pop under. She winced at the movement. “Just keep this on it for a bit, okay? This is just till we get to the house. I can make an ice pack there and we’ll take a closer look. I’m hoping it’s just sprained. Rest.” She nodded but didn’t say a word. She lay back and closed her eyes. Good. I turned my attention to Maria. I’d removed her skirt – I think I still had it in my pocket somewhere – minus the strip I ripped off it to try to stop the bleeding. I gently lifted her up in my hand, holding her up to the tiny glovebox light. The gash was high up her thigh. I’d had to remove her skirt to be able to tie the strip of cloth around it. The light shined over her shapely body, dressed below the waist only in thin frilly panties, which did little to hide her contours … damn, snap out of it! This wasn’t the time to start fantasizing about a sexy woman in my hand, not when she had a serious wound for me to tend to and not when my girlfriend was laying less than a foot away. Even if the three of us had just shared an extremely intimate night of sex less than two days ago. Strange how it seemed like so much more time had passed. So I turned her to examine the cloth bandage. It was soaked in red but I didn’t think it was bleeding heavily anymore. I debated whether to try to remove it here, was it safe or would I just break it open again. It seemed big – and deep. I felt like if I waited longer it would be harder to remove once the blood fully dried and caked. So I gently peeled it back, millimeters at a time, until the wound was exposed. Yes it was still seeping, but it wasn’t gushing. Damn that was big. Not for me, but in relative size. To me it would have been at least four inches long. Enough to require stitches I’m sure. No idea how we’d do stitches here. For now, I vowed to dress it as best I could and try to do more back at the house. As I held her with one hand, I fumbled through the bag for what I needed, thinking I should have gotten my supplies out first. Duh. I grabbed my water bottle first, yeah the one I’d been drinking from while I sat waiting in the car all afternoon. Better than nothing. I dribbled the water over her thigh to try to clean off the wound, getting my hand and her clothes wet in the process, but at least the water did its job. Then I carefully tried to cap it one-handed – a skill I’d mastered from years of driving and drinking (no, not THAT kind of drinking – sheesh – just water, Gatorade, stuff like that.) Next I reached for the Neosporin, ripping the edge of the box with my teeth and uncapping the tube, glad this was the kind with a pointed tip and not something that was going to make me puncture the foil to get to it. I squeezed a line of it over the wound. Lastly, I pulled out the gauze, which yeah I’m glad I had the sense to get the smallest squares of the stuff and not a big roll. I had to tear open the paper – with my teeth again – and then I carefully wrapped it around her leg several times until it ran out. I gently lay her down flat in the seat next to Melanie, and gathered up all of my shrapnel, stuffing it back into the pharmacy bag. Satisfied the girls were safe for the moment, I started up the car and pulled off, heading home. ---------------------------- Back at the house, I pulled into the garage, waited for the garage door to close behind us, and then gently scooped up my two damsels in distress, one in each hand. I carried them into the house and set them down on the sofa to rest while I made a couple more trips to the car, gathering up my laptop, tools, the lab notebook and the bag of pharmacy supplies. I took the now mostly melted push-pop and tossed it into the freezer while I dug around for something more substantial. I threw a handful of crushed ice into a ziploc bag, sealed it shut and wrapped a paper towel around it. I came back out and scooped up my woman and brought her into the kitchen, where I could sit at the table under a decent light and examine her. I lay her down on a small stack of kitchen towels, hoping this would be comfortable. “Okay. Let’s check you out, okay?” She nodded. Then without prompting, she began to shed her top, at least what was left of it. It had been cut or ripped open. Whatever they used, I could see a couple of red marks up her stomach where something scratched her hard. I put two fingers up against her back to support her as I tugged on the sleeves. I looked over her bare skin, holding one arm out and then the other, feeling along it with my finger and thumb. “Let me know if anything hurts more when I touch it. I’m trying to be gentle. I want to make sure nothing’s broken.” She nodded again and quietly let me examine her, inch by inch. I saw a mark on her shoulder that would probably be purple by the morning. “We’ll need to put some ice on this too, okay?” I nudged her forward and examined her back, running my finger along her skin. I didn’t see anything too menacing there. “Okay, lie back.” I placed my finger and thumb aside her stomach and worked my way up her chest, feeling her ribs. They didn’t seem to be bothering her too much. “Okay. So no broken ribs.” I smiled, hoping it would rub off on her. NO luck. I did take some Neosporin and dab it over the long red mark going up her stomach and ending just short of her breast, unsure if it had broken the skin or not but not wanting to take a chance. Next I touched my finger to the waist of her pants. “I need to take a look at that knee.” She nodded again and reached down to unfasten the clip. Now aside from the clip, this was a stretchy fabric that at least partially molded to her body. It was form fitting. That also meant it would be hard to get off without a little pain. I figured the best route was to try to roll them down inside-out. I slid two fingers under her lower back to lift her up just a bit, as I pulled the waistband down in the front, the sides and the back, inching them off her hips. I tried not to give into my natural desires as I uncovered more of her with each little tug. She was in pain and it was doubtful she’d appreciate me giving in to my libido right now. Though as I well knew after three wild weeks together, this tiny creature had a way of getting my heart racing without even trying. I indulged myself for a fleeting moment, stopping to gaze at her bare womanhood, but stopped myself before doing anything I’d regret. There’ll be plenty of times for that later. Right now she was acting a little shellshocked, like the adrenaline was wearing off and the reality of what happened this afternoon and evening was sinking in. She didn’t need me taking advantage right now, she needed me to be there to help her through this. I plodded on, working the fabric down her thighs and then finally, reaching her knees. I debated whether to go slowly, or just get it over with like ripping off a bandage. I knew it was going to hurt either way. Opting for the latter, I told her to take a deep breath, gave her a second to do so, and then tugged on both sides and pulled her pants down the rest of the way, down to her feet. “Fuuuuckkk!!” It was the first words she’d said since we got home. I felt so bad. She was gritting her teeth at me. “It’s done. Just let me check your knee. Let’s make sure nothing’s broken.” “Fine” she hissed. I knew she wasn’t mad at me, it was the situation. The pain. Don’t take it personal, I told myself. I took her leg between my finger and thumb and worked my way down from her thigh to her ankle. At her knee I felt gingerly around to see if anything felt odd. I held her leg up and bent it slowly at the knee. She grimaced, but everything seemed to move properly. That was a relief. Sprained maybe, but not broken. I wrapped her in the top towel from the stack and then placed my simple cold pack over and to the side of her left knee, and then a separate ice cube I butted up to her shoulder. “Just lay here and rest for a few minutes. I need to bring Maria in here and take a look at her wound. It’s deep and it might need stitches.” Melanie’s eyes went round at the mention of stitches. She needed to rest though. I scooted her and her mattress of hand towels over to where she was out of the spotlight. I gathered up some more towels and lay them out for Maria, and then left to go retrieve her. I found her just where I’d left her, sprawled across the sofa, still unconscious but breathing, her little breasts moving slightly as her tiny lungs took in air. I lifted her up with both hands, trying not to put any pressure on her wound. I carried her into the kitchen and set her down on the towels, in the light where I could examine her. At least unconscious the light shouldn’t bother her – and I suppose the pain either – but it was concerning that she’d been out for so long. I had no idea if this was just an effect of the shrinking, or if they’d done something to hurt her, something I hadn’t seen with my eyes yet. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to tell me where she felt pain, I just went to feeling around her ribs, her arms and legs, bending the joints, checking to see if anything felt out of place. I lifted up her shirt (no, not for that, I was looking for bruises; though it was hard for me not to admire her exposed flesh) and I turned her over gently to check her back as well. There were some small bruises, but nothing that looked like it was going to really hurt, aside from her one gaping wound. Speaking of which, I began to gently unwrap the gauze square that I’d used to wrap her with. As I peeled it back, I got my first really good look at the gash. It was oozing some, but nothing like the puddle of blood she sat in on that dirty lab bench. It was stuffed with Neosporin, about how much I’d put on a scrape on my own skin, but it filled her wound like putty. It was probably helping keep her from bleeding more, but I couldn’t leave it like this. The wound needed to heal closed, not forced open like this, or she’d have trouble with it the rest of her life. As it was, even if it healed closed, she’d have a scar. There was no way I could take her to the E.R. like this, I had to treat her here. I needed at least a couple of stitches, something to hold the ends together until her body started to mend it. I got up and began fishing through the pantry to find my sewing kit. Yes, I’m a guy with a sewing kit. If you’ve ever lived by yourself for a while, you’d probably need to learn how to sew too, if only to mend loose buttons or hem a pair of pants. I was halfway decent at the basics at least. I found my needles and looked for the tiniest one I could find. It was just over an inch long. Really too long for this, but it was all I had. It was too small for about anything else, which is why I’d never used it before. It came with an assorted needles package. Same with the string, all I had, though at least the string was thinner than a suture, as I well knew from the time I cut my hand and got five stitches last year. But I digress. Pulling out the needle and thread, next I looked around for a candle and matches and brought those to the table. I dug through the Walgreens bag and found tweezers (somehow I had the sense to grab a pair when I was in the store) and pulled out the Neosporin and the rest of my gauze, along with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. Then thinking for a moment, I realized I needed a magnifying glass. This was delicate surgery with a blunt instrument, so to speak. I got up and ran to my office / second bedroom and found a microphone stand with a clamp, and then fished around in the closet for a magnifying glass. I fastened one to the other en-route as I carried the contraption back to the kitchen table, then played around with it until I had it positioned just right. Next I lit the candle. I washed my hands and then doused them in isopropyl. I took some isopropyl and gently cleaned around the edges of Maria’s wound, trying hard not to touch the inside at all. Even with that, I couldn’t believe she wasn’t jumping up screaming in pain. At least one advantage to being unconscious for all this is I could work on her wound and hopefully she wouldn’t have traumatic memories from my crude surgery. She was going to be traumatized enough once she did wake up. I picked up the needle with the tweezers and held it in the open flame of the candle. Something I learned back in Boy Scouts to sterilize the needle. Back then it was for pulling out splinters from the old wood camp tables or the scraps we dug up for the campfire, but the principle is the same. I held the needle up out of the flame for a minute to cool down, and then set it on a piece of gauze before I put out the flame. Next I took a few inches of thread and cleaned it by wiping isopropyl along it. Not ideal but it should be enough to kill or remove most of the bacteria, if there was any that liked to hang out on a spool of thread. Who knows what bacteria like to do. I then took the end of the thread and spent the next couple minutes fumbling to thread it into the tiny needle. I couldn’t have done it without the magnifying glass. Then I steadied myself, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm my nerves, of course trying to exhale to the side and not contaminate the wound. Through the magnifying lens I could see the wound and the edges of skin on either side, already showing some inflammation. I had to do this but I was nervous I was going to stitch through muscle or something worse, trying such a microscopic mend. The needle had to go through skin but not deeper. Bracing myself, with a spotlight shining down and the magnifying glass maybe 6 inches above her leg, I nudged the tip of the needle against the inside edge of the wound. Very gently I pushed until the needle pierced the skin. I slowly slid the needle through the skin and out the other end. I heard a gasp, not from Maria, who was still unconscious, but from across the table. Melanie was sitting up and watching me, the look on her face a mix of fear and curiosity. I tried to shut it out of my head so I could focus on Maria. I brought the needle around and brought the tip to the outer edge of skin on the other side of her wound. I slowly pierced it, eliciting another gasp from the peanut gallery, and then pierced the inside skin on the opposite side, pulling it through the outer. I looped the needle around and brought it through once more on the outer side, through the inner, through the inner skin on the other side and back out the outer skin. Hoping that would be enough, as my nerves were a little wracked right now, I tugged the needle through, slid it off the thread, and then very gently pulled the threads together to close the wound, fully aware that pulling too hard I could easily rip her skin. I nudged the two sides together with my finger and thumb and then tugged once more lightly on the thread. Satisfied I’d gotten it mostly closed, I knotted the threads a couple times to secure them, and then took a scissor and cut off the loose thread. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding (seems I’ve been holding my breath a lot this evening … ) and I heard a similar tiny exhale from my audience across the table. I went ahead and dressed the wound, applying plenty more Neosporin, though I was careful not to force any into the wound itself – out of fear that I’d force it back open, rip her stitches out, or create a permanent abscess if it all got stuck in there. I had to remember how much stronger I was compared to these tiny beings, and how much damage I could do without even trying. I fished a package of tiny bandages out of the bag – the smallest I could find, barely an inch and a half long. I cleaned off the far edges of her skin with the isopropyl-dabbed gauze and gave it a moment to dry, and then placed the sticky part of the bandage on her hip just above her thigh, and then tugged a little to help ensure the wound was held closed, and stuck the other end against the skin of her leg below the wound. Lastly, I wrapped her leg in gauze, multiple times around, and then affixed another of those skinny bandages to fasten it in place. I feared for a moment that she’d get up and go into a panic and rip her stitches out of her leg, so I felt justified in making that a lot harder to do. I gently scooped her up, towels and all, and carried her into the bedroom, where I lay her on a pillow in the middle of the bed. Then I came back and got Melanie. I scooped her up as well, towels and ice packs and all, and began to carry her to the bed. She looked up at me and whispered “Thank you.” I bent down and kissed her forehead as I carried her to the bedroom and lay her on another pillow next to Maria’s in the middle of the bed. I draped hand towels over each of them (I think I’d used every hand towel in the house this evening). I whispered back “Get some sleep. We’ll talk later.” I turned out the lights and let them both rest, while I went back to the kitchen to clean up and start going through the new information I now had access to. I wasn’t going to get anyone’s hopes up unless I felt I had a chance to reverse the effects of the machine in that lab, but I was committed to figuring out how they did it - and perhaps what else has been going on in the secret lab on Level 7. |
1693115141 | melanie20 | As the girls slept off their ordeal, I tried to wind down myself. I made an icepack for my own shoulder and plunked it on there, balancing it with limited success as I sat down at my computer first. The lab notebook was going to be helpful, I could tell just glancing at it, but the key to solving these burning mysteries would lie in accessing their computer mainframe. That’s what that little USB clip was for, it contained a small virus meant to grant me backdoor access. It would be hard to trace, but not impossible, especially if they knew what to look for. So I had to act quickly – and perhaps download as much as I could and review it later. If my access were discovered and turned off, I had no idea how I’d reestablish a connection. I could imagine them taking over-the-top measures to block me, as well as probably stationing multiple guards around the clock. So I had to get in while I could. As soon as the application came up, I ran a targeted search for the tracer I’d built into the clip. It took agonizing minutes – and then more agonizing minutes - and hacking through a firewall, which I had expected (duh) – but after almost an hour, I’d located the hidden IP address for the server. I used my backdoor codes to tap into the root directories and grant myself superuser access, and then began to scan the main files and the user files. Running a search for key words was slower than I hoped, despite my 1000mB connection rate. It was well after midnight when I finally got some hits. The files I was looking for were deep in some sub-sub-subdirectories with separate password protection, but I was able to get into them now. An initial skim of the material told me this was exactly what I was looking for. File logs for the machinery, test runs, the base code used in programming, the frequencies they tested for lasers (lasers?) and crystals (crystals?) and some build notes. Nothing like a set of clean schematics, but I hoped there was enough here to get a read on what they were trying to accomplish and how on earth they created a machine that could shrink matter. It wasn’t lost on me that the shrinking was rapid – it had to be as I know I was only out of touch with Maria for minutes, not hours – and that everything the person was wearing also shrunk proportionately. In addition, at least in my experience with Melanie, outside the obvious dynamics of our highly unorthodox and sex-laden relationship, she was still the same Melanie. I had to smile at the thought, though I knew she was next door trying to sleep and recover from her ordeal. Despite our dramatic size difference, we'd made out like rabbits in heat for the last three weeks. I still wasn’t sure if she was just more horny because of her size, because of something in the shrinking process itself, or maybe, was it that my size compared to hers and I was naturally over-stimulating her? Not that any of that explained why she got me so randy. Maybe something to discuss with a couples therapist one of these days. I could just picture that, we’d end up with our own show on Discovery channel or something. Shaking my head to try to get my thoughts back in order, I finished selecting everything that I thought could be useful – and anything that even looked like it could be – and set up to download copies onto a secure drive. I had to take precautions, for all I knew there could be other viruses hidden in what I was downloading. Once the download process was in motion, I turned my attention to the lab notebook. I’d seen the notes about Melanie about a third of the way in, and jumped to those first, making a mental note to go back to the beginning later. As I read through the notes, it became clear to me that this was all planned, they’d identified her on that first day she worked in the outer lab, and planned an experiment during that time, working out the parameters and even what tests they would perform. I shuddered as I read some of their plans. She was literally a human guinea pig. They referred to her as subject H2. I had a suspicion that H meant human, but did the 2 mean she wasn’t the first human they shrunk? So was there at least someone else out there besides Melanie (and now Maria)? I read further along. Like I suspected, the actual shrinking happened quickly. They lured her to a specific spot marked on the floor and then the whole process took seconds. Just the thought of such a precise conversion of kinetic energy had me itching to dig into the files I was downloading to try to figure it out – as well as where that energy went to. It had to be stored somewhere. After that initial shrinking, I was horrified as I read the next several pages, describing experiments that they performed on her. Snipping tissue, drawing blood and urine samples, measuring her brain activity, calculating her body mass and measurements for every body part, all in neat columns with ratios calculated, then more tissue and more blood. By the descriptions, she wasn’t conscious for any of it. I started wracking my brain to think if I remembered scars on her body. At that I got up and tiptoed into the bedroom. I didn’t want to wake her, but if she was up, I had to know. As I entered the room, she groaned and stretched her arms. The ice packs were long since turned to water. For a fleeting moment I told myself I wasn’t being a very good boyfriend for not replenishing her ice packs. Then I realized the groan wasn’t for me, it was her aching knee and shoulder. And maybe other parts that we didn’t find yet, parts that would show themselves when the bruises start to form. In a soft voice I said “Babe, are you awake?” “Mmm. Yeah.” Then she opened her eyes and gave me a half smile. “Thank you for letting me take a nap. I appreciate it. I do feel a little better.” “I have some ibuprofen liquid if you need something for pain. I just need to calculate the dose.” “Umm …” She tested her knee. “Oh yeah. Definitely.” She slowly sat up. “How are you going to figure out what dose I can take? Do you need to weigh me or something?” I gave her a sad smile. “Actually, apparently that’s all been done already.” I held up the lab notebook that I’d been reading, holding it open to the page that had an extensive chart of her measurements. She gasped. “They did all that??” “Actually a lot more than that. Can I take a closer look at you? I want to see if there are any scars. Seems they took tissue and blood samples several times. I can’t even imagine how.” She looked at me apprehensively. “Okay. Just be gentle with my knee. It really HURTS!” As I started to scoop her up, still wrapped in the hand towel, she glanced over at Maria. “She’s still asleep? Has she woken up at all yet?” “Umm. About that…” She could see I was hesitant to say something. “Out with it!” “Okay. She could be out for a while. It seems YOU were out for a while too.” “How long is a while?” “Like three days.” She shrieked. “WHAT?!” “That’s why I want to look at you closely – as much as I’ve admired every inch of you, I really wasn’t looking for scars or cuts or other marks. Now I know what to look for.” “Oh.” I carried her into the bathroom and gently lifted the hand towel away, exposing her bare flesh. I could see her knee was swollen so I tried to avoid it. I turned her sideways gently and examined her legs. “Ahh – I see a mark here on your calf, it looks like a tiny slice with a scalpel. And another on your hip. They’re small but they’re definitely there. Scars from where they took samples apparently.” I could feel her body shudder at the thought. I lifted up her feet and found tiny puncture marks on both soles. “Yep, this is where they took the blood samples from.” She was still shaking her head over the three days. “If I hadn’t seen Maria still passed out, I would never believe it. It felt like I was out for an hour or two.” “No, they planned all of this in advance – the whole experiment. Then they placed you in a new environment to observe you.” “Observe me??” “Seems the arrangement for your siblings to watch you, was all part of the experiment. It’s so clear now that I have it in writing. The story about an accident and you needing their care, it was all made up. They didn’t want you to know about the experiments and figured they could study you from afar over time. Maybe to see if there were any side effects from the shrinking, who knows.” She was speechless. “But … but … “ I shut up and gave he a minute. “But … how on earth would they be observing me?” “Seems they were visiting the house periodically to ‘see how you were doing’ – in reality it was a formal interview with both your brother and sister every time they came by – all part of the experiment.” “Umm … when was the last time they came by?” I double-checked in the book. “I don’t know. They were coming by every week or two. They were there a couple days before your escape, if I’m reading this correctly. Now if you didn’t know they were coming that frequently …” I watched her shake her head no “… then I’m guessing they purposely didn’t want to make contact with you. Maybe they thought you’d recognize them?” She shrugged her shoulders. “But you’ve been here with me for what, three weeks? So they had to have come by since you left. I’m thinking the last time they were there, your siblings didn’t realize you’d escaped yet. Remember it’s been barely a week since we were over there – so what, a week at the most since I had that run-in with your little brother?” Her face flushed. “Shit. They could be going there right now, to find out how I got back in the lab. Dammit, I wonder if they even suspect they had something to do with it. Not that I care too much if they get in a fight, they deserve that for what they did to me, but … shit, my brother knows I had some help now, he’ll probably blab everything he can remember to save his own skin. Do you think he’ll remember what you look like?” “Well, I’m not sure, I had a cap and dark glasses on when he came in, and it happened quick, so I’m hoping he couldn’t pick me out of a lineup. But I’m thinking maybe I need to stake out the place again.” “Why?” “I have a feeling you’re right, they’re going to go check on the house and try to get answers. What I want is to see them out of the lab – what car they drive, where they go. I highly suspect … that you are not the first person they shrunk. I also suspect that whoever else was shrunk, they are still keeping tabs on.” -------------------------------- After I’d gathered up the supplies and food I needed for this stakeout, along with giving Melanie a chance to bathe and change and giving her a dose of ibuprofen (measured from the infant drops I’m glad I thought to pick up when I bought bandages), I scooped up both of my charges and brought them out to the garage with me. I let Melanie get settled in and comfortable. We still weren’t sure what to do with Maria, but we sure couldn’t take a chance of her waking up alone. We agreed we both had to be here for her when she came to. I was clueless about how to care for her in the meantime – did we need to feed her yet? How could I let her go three days without eating, drinking, going to the bathroom? Yeah, that part I hadn’t had the nerve to describe to Melanie yet, but from the notes – in graphic detail – they used a dropper to force-feed her and inserted a tiny catheter to drain her bladder. I suppose I couldn’t hide that from her forever, especially if I was going to have to do these things for Maria at some point. Meantime, I’d been able to download almost a quarter terabyte of data onto a large external drive. I brought that with me, along with the laptop, figuring I could start going through it while we waited. Unlike the last stakeout, where we had an idea when her siblings would leave the house, so we knew we weren’t going to be sitting there all day, this was different. We were waiting for two madmen to show up and we didn’t know when, we didn’t know what car they’d be driving, but I knew in my gut that they were going to come and investigate what was going on with Melanie. I also had a few tricks up my sleeve, so to speak. Like out of the secret agent handbook. I had my bag of gizmos at the ready, in hopes of being able to use them. We drove off, the hour drive across town to the neighborhood where her brother and sister lived. ------------------------------ Once I had the house in my sights, I found a space across the street and a couple doors down. Far enough not to be obvious, but close enough to see if two guys with bruises on their faces showed up. Now we just had to sit and wait. It was around 4am and I was exhausted. Melanie had at least gotten a few hours’ sleep while I continued my research. At this point I was struggling to stay awake, but hesitant to guzzle another canned coffee drink out of fear I’d have to drive off and find a bathroom in the middle of the night and miss our target. Instead, I asked Melanie for a big favor. “Hey babe, any chance you could watch the house just for an hour and I’ll try to take a quick nap?” “Um, sure, but I can’t see much from down here.” “I was thinking you could sit on the dashboard. It’s dark out, nobody should see you.” She thought about it for a moment. “Okay.” I gently lifted her up and rolled her in a hand towel before placing her onto the dashboard. I’d brought a few of them so Melanie could get comfortable and just-in-case. I grinned at her, looking like a human hot tamale, her head and shoulders sticking out the end and the rest of her rolled up inside. She caught me grinning and said “What’s so funny?” “Sorry. For a moment I was picturing a hot tamale. You just look so delicious wrapped up in there.” She giggled. It was the first time I’d gotten a laugh out of her in a couple of days. It was good to hear. She needed to keep her spirits up to get through this. “Okay, you let me know if you see anything. I just need a quick nap.” ------------------------ At some point I must have dozed off for real, I remember Melanie shouting at me. “Wake up!” My eyes shot open and I looked around frantically for a second, catching Melanie still up on the dashboard. The sun hadn’t come out yet, but it was getting lighter. I realized I’d slept longer than I planned. I went to try to collect Melanie and place her back down in the safety of the passenger seat, when I followed her gaze down the block, where a car had pulled up at her siblings’ house, blocking the driveway. Two burly guys were getting out of the car, both looking pretty disheveled. One definitely looked like one of the ‘scientists’ I’d fought with last night, complete with a bruise on his chin so big I could see it from a distance, and a scowl to match. “Let’s get you down here, we can’t let them see you.” I lowered her to the passenger seat and then turned my attention back to the two men. They were standing on the porch now, one of them was pounding on the door. Melanie whispered “What’s the plan?” “Well … I need to figure out where they’re going, but I also have something I want to plant on their car, if I can do it without them seeing me.” “Um, why?” “Okay. We already know now that you weren’t the first person they shrunk.” She nodded. “So unless they’ve been hiding people in cages on Level 7 all this time, there’s at least one more victim, maybe others, that only they know the location of.” “Others?” “Yeah. I figure you’re test subject #2 based on their nomenclature. The whole thing with Maria happened so quick that I doubt they had time to write up any notes involving her, but here’s the thing – if they did this to Maria so quickly, with so little prep time, that tells me they’ve been using this machine for a while. Maybe on plants and animals, who knows, Maria texted me about something squawking when she was on the elevator, so she could have been bringing stuff up for experiments. But there could well be more than just three people as well. Only they know where everyone is, and they’re either holding victims themselves or they’re checking up on them like they were for you.” Her eyes were round as saucers. She was speechless for a moment as my theory sunk in. “Shit. You’re right. Those animals. If there’s anyone else out there we have to help them.” “Exactly. So we either tail them everywhere they go, OR …” and I pulled a device out of my bag. “We place a tracker and I monitor where they go.” She looked at the device curiously. “How did you make something so quickly?” “I cheated.” I gave her a quick smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “I scavenged an Apple watch for parts. You know those things have trackers built into them. I have it linked to the app on my phone. There’s a strong adhesive strip on the back. I was thinking under the back bumper if I can get there.” As I put my hand on the door handle, prepared to open it, she blurted “You’re not going out there NOW, are you?” “I have to try while they’re inside. As soon as they go in I may only have a minute.” “Be careful!!” I bent down and kissed her on the top of the head, and then watched as the two guys barged in the front door. It slammed shut behind them so loud I could hear it from the street 2 doors down. Hopefully it didn’t wake any neighbors. I opened the door and crept out, closing it silently behind me, and then walked with a hunch, trying to stay behind the parked cars along the street as much as I could. Their car in sight, I poked my head up one last time to make sure the front door was still shut and nobody was coming out yet. Then I darted over behind their car and reached underneath the back bumper, trying to find a smooth spot to adhere the ‘tracker’ and press it into place firmly. As soon as I did, I heard a noise and glanced up, in time to see the door swinging open and the two guys barreling out of the house in a huff. I darted for the shrubs separating their house from the neighbor’s and ducked down, trying to stay out of sight. If they caught me the gig could be up before it even started. |
1693115144 | melanie21 | I heard a noise and glanced up, in time to see the door swinging open and the two guys barreling out of the house in a huff. I darted for the shrubs separating their house from the neighbor’s and ducked down, trying to stay out of sight. If they caught me the gig could be up before it even started. Laying flat on the ground behind the bushes, I watched as they got back in their car, slammed the doors, roared the engine and sped off. I gave them a few moments to be sure they were out of sight – down the block and turning the corner – before I started to get up. I hoped the commotion didn’t draw neighbors out to see. It was still pretty early, but some people could be up already. I glanced both ways to see if anyone was nearby, and then crawled out and onto the sidewalk. I walked down the opposite direction and across the street, out of concern that the siblings would come to the door and see my face. I wasn’t sure how much her brother had been able to see or remember from our previous visit, when I had to surprise him and knock him out to rescue Melanie and escape, but seeing me a second time was just asking for trouble. I walked a little ways down the block, and then rounded a parked car and crossed the street there, before heading back up towards my car. Coming around the back of the car, I unlocked the door and quickly jumped into the seat and shut the door behind me. Melanie was still sitting in the passenger seat, her back propped up. She looked up at me expectantly. “How are you doing?” I asked first. “Alright. I may need some more pain medicine soon. But how did it go?” “I got the tracker in place. I don’t think they saw me. I didn’t want to take a chance of your brother seeing me a second time and connecting the dots, so I went a long way around to come back here.” As I spoke, I was pulling out my phone and waiting for the tracking app to load. “How’s Maria?” She gave me a concerned look. “No change. She hasn’t budged.” I sighed. “I’ve been worried ever since I saw in the notes that you were out for three days. We’re going to have to feed her at some point. She’ll need to get her strength up.” She looked over to Maria and then back to me. “Umm, how do you propose we do that?” I hesitated. “Apparently … they fed you with a dropper and umm … “ her eyebrows rose at my hesitation “… inserted a catheter. Down there.” She got a sick look on her face. “If I have to do that, I promise I’ll be gentle. I don’t know if THEY were.” She looked at Maria again for a moment and then nodded. “Okay. I trust you.” I gave her a fleeting half smile, which didn’t reach my eyes. Turning my attention to the tracking app, I tapped a few buttons and soon the tracker was detected. I overlayed it onto a Google map and watched the blinking dot as it traveled. “Tell you what. I’m going to start heading back to the house. You need some rest, some medicine and I need to figure out how to take care of Maria for a couple days until she comes to. How about I set the phone here …” as I lay it on the seat between Melanie and Maria “… and can you watch that blinking dot? If it stops somewhere for any length of time, make note of the address so we can check it out later.” “Okay. But tell me again why we’re tracking their movements?” I paused to check for oncoming cars and then pulled out into the street and began heading home. “Okay. I’ve been doing some thinking about this. First off, based on the notes I’ve read so far, I’m suspecting there was AT LEAST one person before you. There could be others after you too. I haven’t gone through all those secure files yet, but I’ve downloaded a LOT so it’s going to take some time. However, these goons may be the only ones who know where these other people are – if they’re being held somewhere, placed with someone like you were, whatever. They could be in danger just like you were. And there could be more if we don’t stop these people.” She nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’m on board with you as long as you don’t do something foolish.” “Any more than sneaking into a secret laboratory yesterday?” She gave me a sheepish look. “Touché.” As we drove I continued. “Here’s another thought. HOW were they able to pull off experiments like this, right in your building?” Her eyebrows narrowed. “I never thought about that. They were just good at keeping it a secret?” “No way. Think about it, Mel. You’ve got hundreds of people working there. You’ve got millions of dollars being spent, corporate types drawing up nondisclosure agreements and doling out money to people who aren’t on the payroll. This goes higher than just those scientists. Someone higher up – maybe all the way up - knows about this – and they’re either involved in covering it up, or they’re being forced to look the other way.” She gasped at this realization. “HOLY SHIT.” -------------------------------------------- We had a long drive home. Her siblings were on the opposite end of town, roughly an hour’s drive. About 15 minutes from home, Melanie told me the blinking dot had stopped moving for several minutes. I pulled over for a moment to jot down the address she read to me. As I pulled out into traffic again, I said “We’ll investigate that one soon as we get home. It’s the first place they stopped, right?” She nodded, but kept watching the dot. “It hasn’t moved in 10 minutes.” “Okay. Good work. Keep watching, we’ll be home soon.” -------------------------------------------- As we pulled into the driveway and then the garage, I took a look for myself as we waited for the garage door to shut behind us. “They still haven’t moved?” “Nope.” “They’ve been there a while then. Assuming you’re the only one who’s ever escaped, I wonder … “ She looked up at me expecting an answer, but I really didn’t have one yet. Ideas were still forming in my head. Barely a hypothesis. I needed confirmation first. So I proceeded to gather up everything I’d brought along for what I figured would be a much longer stakeout. I filled up my backpack, slung it over my shoulder, and then gathered my phone, followed by my two charges. I carried them gently through the door and straight to the bedroom, where I lay them both down on the pillows again while I unpacked. Pulling my phone back out, I noticed the dot still hadn’t moved. I examined the map more closely. “This is a residential street.” I zoomed in close and confirmed these were huge single houses – possibly McMansions - in an enclave north of the city. Pretty much straight north of the laboratory building and maybe 20 minutes from our house. A little closer than I was comfortable with, having glimpsed what these people were capable of. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Before she could say a word, I ran to my computer, fired up my secure browser and went straight to the county public records. Within a few minutes I’d tracked down details on the address and the owners. Or owner. It was an LLC using the street address for the name. Very odd for that neighborhood. Not uncommon for cheaper neighborhoods frequented by real estate investors, but odd for a ritzy neighborhood like that. Why would someone buy a house in an LLC? To hide their identity maybe? Well, for that I had to go to the state websites. I started digging through state public records, looking for any filing related to this LLC. I must have been gone an hour poring over records, determined to find out who owned that house, when I heard Melanie calling me. I stopped and turned around. She was on the corner of the bed trying to get my attention. I ran back to her. “About time!” she snapped. “Sorry. I thought I was on to something and I lost track of time.” “Well. I’ll accept your apology if you’ll just take me to the bathroom. I haven’t gone since before we left.” “Absolutely.” I scooped her up gently, trying to avoid her sore knee, and carried her to the bathroom sink. “Sorry. I’ll be right back, okay?” “Stop!” I froze. “What is SO important that you had to drop everything for?” “Okay. It looks like the first stop they made was to a pretty ritzy neighborhood north of town. That’s where they’ve been for over an hour. But the house is owned by an LLC. I’m trying to track down the owners. I figure it could be one of them, if that’s where one of the scientists lives, though I didn’t think they’d be making THAT kind of money. Not just on company salary. OR it could be owned by backers of their research. Which means this is even bigger than I suspected an hour ago.” Meantime Melanie really did have to go to the bathroom, so she’d slid down into the sink bowl and was about to hike up her skirt when she stopped, just staring at me, slack-jawed. She took a moment to snap out of it and just stood there, as the reality of what I was suggesting sunk in. “HO-LY SHIT.” “I think you said that already.” “I don’t think I’ve said it enough yet. Just how big is this?” “That’s what I’m trying to get to the bottom of. And why I got so distracted. Sorry again by the way. I really didn’t mean to leave you stranded, but this is getting bigger by the hour. The more I dig the deeper it gets.” “Well wait for me then. Give me a minute. I’ll go in there with you.” “Okay.” I stood there, feeling a little impatience, as she did her business and I handed her a tiny piece of tissue to clean up with. As soon as she was done, she raised her arms, her signal for me to lift her up. I scooped her up and carried her gently to the office, setting her down next to my keyboard. She found a position where she could kinda see the screen, though for her I’m sure it was like sitting in the front row at the movie theatre. She tried to get comfortable as I continued my search through the state records for any reference to the filing of this LLC. Finally another half hour later, I finally had a hit. The LLC was registered recently – just a few months ago – by another LLC. My head was spinning at all of this. The LLC’s owner was S.E. LLC. Geez this was like a frigging shell game. I dug further and located the actual filing documents. S.E. stood for Shrinking Enterprises, d/b/a S.E. LLC, a filing that also was only a few months old. So by the name alone, it was clear someone – likely beyond Advanced Future labs – had a stake in this research. Was this a group of investors? Or one deep-pocketed investor trying to hide behind a corporate shroud? Someone looking to make a fortune on the black market? I shuddered at the thought. Either way, they had to be stopped. “We’re going to need to pay a visit to that house and have a look around. I’m getting more questions than answers. I have a feeling there are answers in that house.” “Fine. But right now you need to get some sleep. You’ve been up ALL NIGHT. There’s nothing you can do if you wear yourself out. I appreciate everything. You’ve gone above and beyond. For both of us. But you’ve got to get some sleep now, okay?” I paused. “Shit. Maria. Okay, I’ll get some rest, but I’ve got to take care of both of you first.” I scooped her up and carried her back to the bathroom, where I pulled the ibuprofen dropper out of the cabinet and measured another tiny dose for her. She opened her mouth for me to drop the dose into. The right dose for her body size, I’d calculated, was so tiny I had to use the infant drops to be able to measure with any accuracy. I held the tip of the dropper over her mouth and she let the big droplet roll down her tongue and down her throat. After that I said “Stay here for a minute.” I ran back to the bedroom to gather up Maria and carry her into the bathroom. “Okay. I need to feed her and I need to help her go to the bathroom. There’s no way she can go 3 days without either. It’s already been 15 hours. So which first?” Melanie just looked up at me, unsure what to say. “Broth.” “Broth?” “Broth. Like beef broth. I have those cubes for cooking with. I need something I can drip down her throat that will give her at least some nutrition for now. Watch her for a minute?” I heard “Uh, okay” as I jogged into the kitchen, found the beef bullion cubes, dissolved a couple in a small cup and then came back with another dropper. “She needs to sit up” I said as I gently scooted her up against the backsplash and tilted her head back. “I just hope I’m doing this right.” I gently tilted her head back and tried to nudge her mouth open with the tip of my finger. “I’m afraid of hurting her.” “Why don’t you just try with the tip of the dropper?” I hadn’t thought of that. “Okay. Here goes.” I filled the dropper with broth and positioned the tip against her lips, wiggling it a bit. To my surprise, she wrapped her lips around it like it was a straw. Or a nipple. Maybe this was an inate reflex, as she was still unconscious. I gently nudged a drop into her mouth. She swallowed. Huh. Maybe another inate reflex. So maybe this would work. I continued slowly until she took down much of what I had in the dropper. I paused and slid the dropper out of her mouth and set it aside. “Now the hard part.” She looked at me for a moment. “In their notes they used a catheter. I can try to come up with something based on their notes. But you know what my big concern is.” She arched her eyebrows. “I’m going to have to, um, work down there. Open it up so she can pee.” She said flatly, “You’ve seen her naked before.” “Yeah, but she was conscious. And it’s not like we were forcing her to do anything. Not like this. I’m afraid she’ll think I took advantage of her in her sleep or something. I really worry about that. Wouldn’t you?” She thought for a moment. “But … this is like a medical procedure. It’s not like you’re forcing her to have sex. I’ll be here as a witness.” “Are you sure?” She looked me in the eyes. “Yes. I trust you. You have her best interests at heart. Just like you do for me.” She came over and put her hand on my wrist. “Okay.” I nodded. Then I looked at Maria for a moment, thinking how this was going to work. I probably needed to remove her panties. It would be tricky getting them around the huge bandage on her thigh, but she’d hopefully appreciate that I tried to save them and not just cut them off. I’d already damaged her skirt, but that was a dire situation, needing a piece of cloth to hold her wound closed before she lost too much blood. Moving on, I gently lifted her up and positioned her in my hand so that her legs dangled off the side. Then I began to nudge her panties off, carefully, a tiny bit at a time, working them around the wrapped gauze, trying not to stretch them beyond repair. Once I had them down to her knees, it was easy to slide them the rest of the way and set them aside. What now? Yeah, this was awkward. I lay her back in my palm and spread her legs wide. “After all this I really hope you’re still willing to tell her I wasn’t taking advantage.” “I will. You do what you need to do. It’s for her own good. She’ll understand. I’ll make sure of it.” “Okay.” I proceeded, using my thumb and middle finger to part her labium. I spread her folds wide until I could make out the details. I was searching for her urethra. Ah, there it was, near the top, the tiny bud poking out at me. Having found it, I lowered her until she was just over the sink, and then massaged her urethra with my index finger. I wasn’t quite sure how this was supposed to work, but I understood that pressure in just the right spot would help relax the muscle that held her bladder closed. It took a couple minutes of maneuvering with my finger until I finally found a spot that worked. I moved my thumb and pressed her urethra between my thumb and index finger and massaged it until a dribble started, followed by a steady flow. It flowed over my finger, but not much I could do about that. It had to be done. I waited patiently, applying pressure, until the flow stopped. Then I let go and grabbed a tissue, using the corner to blot her dry. Laying her back down gently on the counter, I washed my hands and then said “Watch her, I’ll be right back.” I came back a minute later with what was left of Maria’s skirt, which I’d taken off to do her stitches and bandages earlier. Melanie looked at me with curiosity. “I’d feel bad if she suddenly woke up and realized she’s naked from the waist down. Maybe with her skirt on – or what’s left of it – she won’t be AS mad at me.” She snorted. “How could she be mad at you? Geez, you saved her life.” I shrugged. “I don’t know what she’ll be thinking.” “You’re a good man. I suppose she’ll get used to going commando, I know I have.” She winked. “Do you think I need to try and get her panties back on too?” She snorted again. “You’re funny. No. You’re doing more than enough. You need to get some rest. You’ve been up all night.” “Alright. Can you help me with this clasp in the back? I don’t want to break it.” I lifted Maria, propped up in my hands, and held her so Melanie could get to the clasp without getting up. That done, I carried them both with me back to the bed. I set them back on the pillows, but scooted them over so I’d have room to lay down myself. I went to the other room to grab my phone and charge it, as well as set the tracker to record, in case we missed any more movement while we napped. I tried to get some sleep, but for a while my head kept racing, trying to take in the ramifications of what we may have just started to uncover. |
1693115148 | melanie22 | I woke up around lunchtime, to the sound of screaming. I was disoriented for a moment, still in my drowsy stupor, before I realized what was happening. Maria must have woken up. Spinning around in the bed, as my eyes adjusted to the mid-day light pouring in from the window, I saw Maria trying to stand up on the pillow, obviously disoriented herself but realizing the whole world looked different. I could only imagine. “Help me here!” Melanie shouted without even looking at me. She was trying to hold Maria back down. With one hand I reached over and pinned Maria down, her arms to her sides. I really hoped I wasn’t making things worse by doing this, but it looked like Maria was fumbling with her bandages. That would be bad. Really bad. “Okay. Everybody take a deep breath.” Maria looked at me, or rather stared daggers at me, like she wanted to jump my throat. I took my own advise for a sec, gathering my thoughts. “Okay. Maria. I know this has got to be disorienting. To say the least. But PLEASE. Do NOT try to take off that bandage. You have a deep wound, you needed stitches. PLEASE!” She growled at me. Did she blame me for this? Or was she angry because I was holding her down? Melanie piped in, “Maria. He SAVED YOUR LIFE. They were going to KILL YOU.” At that Maria switched her gaze to Melanie. Her anger started to change to confusion. “What the FUCK?” “Now listen to me.” Melanie got right in front of her. It had to hurt, she was on that swollen knee. “Those bastards did this to you. They were threatening to kill BOTH OF US. I was strapped down on the table being TORTURED and QUESTIONED when you came in to try to rescue me. HE” she pointed to me as she spoke “… beat them up and rescued BOTH of us.” “But … “ Melanie proceeded to fill her in on what happened, from the time I fought the two scientists, to the escape off the roof, even my ‘heroic’ attempt to stitch up her wound. I wouldn’t call it heroic by any means, it was something that had to be done, but it was interesting hearing her perspective on last night’s events. I chimed in. “Maria. I’ll let you go, just promise me not to go ripping that bandage off. That’s a big gash under there. Let me take care of it. Okay?” She nodded and I slowly released my grip on her arms, but continued to prop her up on the pillow. I said “Maria, I’m trying to find a way to fix this.” She shot me an incredulous look. “Seriously.” I told her about the notes I’d absconded from the lab and the massive block of server files I’d downloaded. “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. For both of your sakes.” Melanie continued, telling her about the early morning stakeout, the tracer I placed on their car, and then some of the suspicions I’d shared with her this morning. Maria gasped. I said “Yeah, that was her reaction too.” Melanie reached out to slap me on the arm and almost tipped off the pillow they were both on. “I believe my reaction was more like ‘Holy Shit’” “I’ll second that” added Maria. After a moment of silence, Melanie looked up at me. “Any theories as to why I was out for 3 days and Maria was out less than 24 hours?” Maria stopped for a moment and stared at Melanie. “You were out for THREE DAYS?” “Yeah. Apparently it’s all in those lab notes. They experimented on me.” She shuddered. “And … I was out for almost a day? Damn. I should have suspected something when you were telling me all these tales – I suppose it would take more than a few hours to do all that.” “And sleep” I chimed in. They both looked up at me, expecting me to spit up answers. “O-kay. It can’t be that gash that woke you up sooner, given you” as I motioned to Melanie “were stuck with needles and scalpels. And Maria, you were totally out. Like in a coma. I stitched your wound and you didn’t even budge.” Her eyes got as wide as saucers. “YOU stitched me up?” Melanie quickly blurted “Who else did you think was going to do it? I told you girl, he saved your life last night.” “Anyways, the only explanation I can come up with, is that they may have drugged you, so you’d stay out of it until they were ready. Remember, you said you didn’t wake up until you’d already left the facility. They may have planned it that way. They didn’t want you to see or remember anything.” “But now, we know. And they know that we know.” “They’re going to come after us, aren’t they.” Maria looked pretty worried. They both did. “Take a deep breath, both of you. First off, we escaped. Second, I hid my identity – I had a cap, glasses, and a MASK on – and I put on a lab coat in the building and discarded it under the top of the stairwell in a DIFFERENT building. I watched for cameras. PLUS, they did just as we suspected afterwards, right? They went to your brother and sister and questioned THEM. I’m pretty sure your brother couldn’t even pick me out of a lineup.” “Well …” “On top of that, now we know where THEY are, and we have a way to track them. If they come this way, we’ll know.” “Umm, unless they take a different car?” I made a mock groan. “I was on a roll there, you know. But being serious, that’s another reason to go visit that mansion. I have a feeling we’re going to find more answers there. I noticed that car hasn’t moved since before I dozed off. Right now we know more – a LOT more - than they think we do, and I’m hoping they don’t have a clue where to look for us yet.” “Plus” I continued, “we think there’s at LEAST one more victim – and that person could be there. I figured after they checked out where they had you stashed, they’d check on any others, but they haven’t left. So … I wonder if someone’s being kept there, and that’s why they didn’t have to go anywhere.” Maria’s mouth dropped open. “You think there are more like us?” “I’m almost certain there’s at least one that preceded Melanie, based on the notes. What I don’t know is if more came after. Given it’s been a while since Melanie’s incident – 3 days as their captive, a month at her siblings’ house, about 3 weeks here – we’re talking close to two months. I’d be pretty surprised if they didn’t test this on anyone else in two months’ time.” “So why did they leave Melanie with them to begin with?” “Based on the notes, it looks like they wanted to see how she would adapt, if there were any major side effects that would show up days or weeks later. Though there could be more to it than that even. Just based on the few clues I uncovered this morning, I suspect these scientists are working with one or maybe several deep-pocketed investors.” I could tell from Maria’s eyes that the ramifications of that last piece hadn’t sunk in yet. “Think about this. If you were going to start a high priced black market for miniature slaves, human sex toys, whatever, wouldn’t you want to make sure the victims don’t suddenly die off a few weeks after they’re sold off to wealthy buyers? They’d be demanding their money back. I’m guessing the kind of people with that kind of money, the ones who would buy miniature people for their own pleasure, are not the kind of people you trick out of their money and live to tell about it..” At this, both Maria and Melanie were staring at me, speechless, jaws about hitting the floor. Both of them looked like they were going to start crying any minute. It was Melanie who finally spoke. “Die?” I looked at her for a moment, tears welling up. I had to stay calm for both of them. “Nothing has happened, has it? In the notes they were looking at days or maybe a few weeks. Not months. You’re as healthy as you were before, just smaller. Believe me, I’ve examined every part of you. Plus,” I spoke as she looked up at me, “I won’t LET anything happen.” Melanie crawled over to me and put her arms up, her signal for me to lift her. I brought her up to my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I wrapped my hand around her in a hug and just held her there for a couple minutes, letting her calm down. Maria blurted “Oh my god. We … you … you can’t let them do this!” I tried to remain calm as I spoke to both of them. “No, we’re not going to let them do this. They have to be stopped. They are looking to destroy people’s lives, get filthy rich by destroying people, turning regular people into tiny slaves for the wealthy. Or worse. Ultimate revenge. Or making people disappear permanently. Nobody should have this kind of power. So yeah, they have to be stopped.” “But … what can we even do?” “Oh, we can do plenty. Right now we have the upper hand.” They both looked at me in confusion. “Okay. First off, we have both of you.” They looked at each other, looking even more confused. “That means they DON’T have you. Two fewer test subjects.” They still looked at me oddly, like I had a screw loose. “Fine. I still think that’s an advantage. But moving on. Second, I have the lab notes on Melanie’s shrinkage, what experiments they ran and the results, plus more that I haven’t even gone through yet. Third, I’ve downloaded a copy of what appears to be most of their research files, algorithms, machine schematics and more, possibly even communications, off their own computer server. Fourth, right now they don’t know we have these things. Fifth, we know where they are – and they don’t know where we are. Sixth, we now know they have financial backers, who are paying for that house they’re in, and who set up their businesses pretty recently. This is pretty new for them too. Which means … “ and they looked up at me again, this time more expectantly than confused, “that we’ve caught on to them early enough that they’re still getting their shit together.” “Well … how do we know they aren’t already busy shrinking people and selling them?” “Ahh.” I put on my best Sherlock Holmes impression, trying to get them to relax a little. They were both strung as tight as a guitar string. “Well, my dear ladies, if they were already in business, they wouldn’t still be doing all their work out of Level 7, would they?” They looked at each other for a moment, then back at me. “Shit.” ---------------------------- I brought both of them into the bathroom to freshen up. I needed to shower and get dressed myself, but I didn’t want to assume Maria was comfortable with me seeing her naked, or vice versa. I went to step out of the room and told them “shout if you need me, I’ll stay close.” Melanie piped up, “Wait a minute, where are you going?” “Uhh … I figured Maria would want some privacy.” I tried to give her a look to convey that I didn’t want her saying anything about what I did – had to do – while she was out, but she started to blab anyway, telling Maria how I was SO worried she’d think I was taking advantage of her, when I fed her and dressed her wound and um, helped empty her bladder. Maria’s eyes bulged for a moment, and she reached down between her legs, and then she glanced up at me, in time to see my cheeks turning red as I fumbled in the doorway, unsure if I should run or stay. Maria watched me for a minute, probably enjoying how uncomfortable I looked. Then she let out a breath and said “Well. Umm. You really … “ she motioned down between her legs. I nodded. “And you still didn’t try to take advantage of me?” Melanie said “He insisted I stay here the whole time. I think he was afraid to do anything without a witness. He even kept me in the kitchen when he worked on your wound. I will say, it was kinda cute when he removed your panties, he was SO careful trying not to rip them.” She grinned. Maria just looked at me again, like she was reassessing me. Then she snorted. “Yeah, I can see him doing that.” She paused for a minute. “Okay. I do appreciate everything you’ve done. Even if I can’t remember it all.” She grimaced at the memory – or lack of memory. “I suppose you’ve already seen, um, everything. So while I appreciate the sentiment in trying to give us privacy, you don’t need to go.” Then she looked down at her bandage. “I may need your help anyway. Do you think I can get this wet, or is it safe to take it off for a few minutes to wash up?” I thought for a moment. “I’m not sure just yet – that was a big gash. I figure on me it would be like 4 or 5 inches long. You were basically stabbed with a piece of glass. There was a lot of blood. I’m really worried about you getting anything in it this soon, or it opening back up. It took a while to stop the bleeding. But … maybe I can wrap something over it so it doesn’t get wet? … and when I change the gauze maybe it doesn’t have to be so thick? Honestly I was worried you’d wake up and freak out and start ripping on it. I’m already worried you’re going to have a scar there. But …” She held up a hand to stop me. “Okay, tell you what. How about I just try not to get this too wet, and you can change the gauze afterwards?” “Sounds like a plan. But how are you going to keep that from getting too wet?” She looked at me and then to Melanie and then back to me. And then snorted. “What’s so funny?” “I was just thinking,” she smirked, “since I’m now your ‘patient’ … would you be willing to give me a sponge bath?” “Umm … you’re okay with that?” She laughed out loud. “Okay with that? I just invited you to.” I looked to Melanie. “Are YOU okay with that?” She grinned. “Only if I get one too!” “Damn, you two are supposed to be resting, not getting me all hot and bothered. Alright, let me get cleaned up, then you two choose who goes first.” At that I went ahead and took my shirt off and tossed it into the hamper. All three of us had been too tired last night and crashed in our clothes – or at least I had been, Melanie hadn’t bothered since I lay her in bed like that, and Maria, well Maria didn’t have much say in the matter. Instead of thinking about clothes, I should have been paying more attention, as the moment I turned back towards Melanie, she hurled her top at me, all rolled up in a ball. It bounced off my nose. She smirked. I let them finish undressing and doing what they needed to do, as I jumped in for a quick shower. When I came out and started drying off, I found both of them stripped and lounging on a hand towel, waiting on me. “That is damn sexy” I growled. “Even with all these bruises?” Melanie replied, holding up her arms to show off several dark spots, some that were still forming, a reminder that it had still been less than a day since she first broke into the lab. I grinned. “Absolutely. So … who’s first? I promise to be careful with the bruises.” I lowered the toilet lid and lay my bath towel on it, and grabbed a small washcloth to use. Maria turned to Melanie and said “You can go first. I’m … a little nervous about being held and naked. I imagine you’re used to it by now.” She snorted. “Used to it? I love it!” She sat up and looked up at me. “Okay big boy, are you ready for me?” “I’m always ready for you” I said as I gently scooped her up in my left hand, her legs hanging over the side of my palm. I took a moment to admire her beauty. She’d been through so much in the last day, not to mention the last two months, and she was still as beautiful as the day we first met. I got myself comfortable, sitting down on the towel, my girlfriend stretched across my palm and grinning at me. I reached over with my right hand and got a pump of soap and some water, rubbed it between my fingers to create suds, and then began to gently run my fingers over her bare skin. I started on her stomach, which must have tickled her as she tensed for a moment and let out a giggle. I moved up to her chest, soaping her tiny breasts and probably spending an inordinate amount of time massaging her glorious little mounds. I moved up to her shoulders and neck and then gently soaped her face with the tip of my finger. She closed her eyes, a sign of trust in me as I held her in my hand and cleaned her from head to toe. I washed her arm, gently working my way down from shoulder to hand, between my thumb and two fingers, and then the same with the other arm. As she felt my fingers moving lower, she parted her legs slightly. Her eyes were closed, but a slight grin broke across her lips. I got more soap and water and then started with her legs, working from her thighs to her feet, enjoying the feel of her toned leg muscles between my fingers, being extra careful around her swollen knee, and rubbing her toes between my finger and thumb. Then I gently turned her over in my hand, her face down, her little breasts pressing into my hand and her cute little ass facing me. I soaped up my fingers again and began to massage the soap into her back and shoulders. She purred as I rubbed her. Then I moved down to her ass. I kneaded her ass cheeks with my soapy fingers, and then ran my thumb along her crack, soaping her up, and down between her legs, where I let my thumb linger. She let out a little gasp as I stroked her there. I began to rub my thumb up and down along her pussy lips, parting them. My thumb was way to big for her, but I could give her all the stimulation she could handle just with the edge of my thumb. So I got into a rhythm with my thumb strokes and before long, she was squirming and moving her little ass in tandem with my caress. I began to rub a little harder and it didn’t take long for her to come, trembling in my hand. I gave her a minute to come down from her high, before I took a warm wet washcloth and began to rub her down, wiping her clean and removing any trace of soap from her back, shoulders and ass. Then, wrapped in the washcloth, I flipped her over and wiped down her legs, her arms, her chest – stopping to enjoy the feel of her hard tiny nipples against the pad of my thumb – and then washing her face with the corner of the cloth. I lifted her up and kissed her on the stomach and then on the top of her head. She had a smile on her face as I rolled her onto a dry hand towel, wrapped it around her and lay her back down on the sink top. Melanie couldn’t stop smiling. She sighed and then turned to Maria and said “Your turn!” Maria still looked pretty nervous. She looked up at me. “Umm … go easy on me. I’m … ” I whispered “It’s okay. I’ll go slow. If you’re not comfortable, just say so. Okay?” She nodded. So I reached down and gently scooped her up in my hand. For a moment I just gazed at her in my hand. The first time she’d ever been naked and held. I drank in the sight of her feminine curves, her ample busom. All there in my hand. All awaiting my touch. Damn, she was hot. Ugh. I shook myself out of it and back to the present. She was just looking at me, waiting for me to do something, probably wondering why I was just staring. “Sorry. You’re … very sexy.” She blushed. I reached over to get soap and water and then began to rub suds over her stomach. She sucked in a breath at my touch. “Are you okay?” She nodded. “Yeah, I just … didn’t realize I’d be so sensitive … it feels SO different at this size.” Softly I replied, “Okay. Do you want me to go slower?” She gazed at me for a moment. “No. It … just takes some getting used to. But I can understand why Mel likes this so much. It’s … so stimulating.” I grinned. “Alright. Just tell me if it’s too much.” At that I moved my fingers up her chest and began soaping and massaging her breasts. She gasped the first time I brushed her nipples. The tiny buds perked up at my touch, stiffening as I continued my caresses. It added to my enjoyment, feeling her body respond favorably to my touch. I made my way up to her neck and shoulders, then her face, where she giggled as I brushed her nose and rubbed her cheeks with my finger and thumb. I washed her arms the same way I had with Melanie, and then worked my way down to her legs, carefully avoiding the bandage that took up half her upper leg. At the end of each leg, I held her little feet and she squirmed in my hand as I tickled her little toes. Then I gently turned her over in my hand, her soapy chest sliding against my palm, her breasts pressing against my fingers. I began to soap up her back, giving her a two-fingered massage. Maria blurted, “Whoa. Look at that bad boy.” “Huh?” “That thing is huge! I ... it was sure ample the other night, but I didn’t realize … “ Melanie chimed in “Girl, for us now everything is huge.” “Yeah, I’m starting to get that. But … wow. I … wish I was …” “Hey, when we’re feeling better we can both have a go at that thing.” Melanie looked up at me, a smirk on her face. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind.” I almost laughed. “You think I would mind two gorgeous women climbing all over me? I don’t think there’s a guy on the planet that would mind that.” Maria said “Bring me down there now, just for a minute?” I was already at more than half mast, the head sticking up as if it were trying to reach her. I lowered her down, holding her above my lap. She reached her arms out to grab ahold of the head of my penis, pulled it closer and planted a big wet kiss on it. As she did that, I slid my finger between her legs and brushed her there. She was a little wet there and it had nothing to do with the soap. She shuddered at my touch. I continued soaping her ass and between her legs, as she hadn’t let go of my penis yet. She was giving it soft kisses as I caressed her bottom. If we kept this up, I wasn’t going to get anything done today. So I grabbed the warm wet hand towel and began to clean her off, her shoulders and back, arms – which I had to pull away first, eliciting an ‘Aww’ – and bottom and legs. I wrapped her in the damp cloth as I turned her over, cleaning her face gently with the corner of the cloth, then her chest and abdomen. As I looked her over again to make sure I’d gotten up all the suds, she pouted at me. I raised my eyebrows at her. I think she thought more to happen, after watching me with Melanie just a few minutes ago. Happy to oblige, I brought her clean, warm, damp body up to my lips and kissed her stomach, and then kissed her chest, brushing her semi-hard nipples against my upper lip. Then I went lower, gently parting her legs and carefully trying to avoid pulling on the leg that was bandaged. I slid my tongue between her legs, wrapping her ass and pussy in its warmth, and then began to tease her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. They parted eagerly and I continued my ministrations along its length. Her purrs turned to groans and one of her hands moved up to start kneading her own breast as I brought her to the edge and then over it, her hips bucking against my tongue as she came hard. I lowered her from my mouth and held her as she came down from her high. Without all the hormones raging through her, she suddenly noticed the pain in her leg and reached for it. The groan she gave was one of discomfort this time, rather than animalistic desire. I finished drying her off and lay her gently down next to Melanie, so that I could offer them both some pain medicine. I carefully measured it out from the bottle of infant drops and gave them each a dose, placing the tip of the dropper in their mouths and letting them swallow it down. Now that we were all clean and dry, it was time to move on to lunch – my duty to feed all three of us – and then some serious business. We didn’t have much time to waste, and my oversleeping followed by the girls’ lusty interlude, had already put us further behind. We had a conspiracy to unravel and not much time to do it. |
1693115151 | melanie23 | Lunch was a little different now, feeding two small women instead of one. We had to find a second chair for the little table we’d set up in the middle of the kitchen table. Maria had nothing to wear besides what she’d worn into the office yesterday (was that just yesterday?) and so the two of them ended up lounging around in the smocks I’d stitched together myself three weeks ago for Melanie – they were like a thin fabric poncho, with holes for the arms and neck. Since Maria was wearing one, Melanie went for one to help make her feel more comfortable, despite the small wardrobe of ‘real’ clothes Maria had somehow brought back from her shopping trip a few days ago. I kept it simple, making a small pot of angel hair pasta with some red sauce. It was easy to put some on a plate, cut it up into tiny pieces and dish it out into little bowls. In the last week browsing Etsy, I’d been able to track down some functional miniature plates, bowls, cups and even utensils – something I’d surprised Melanie with just a few days ago. I served up their meals and then sat down myself, with the lab notebook so that I could start reading some of the parts I’d skipped over, while we ate. Much of the conversation focused on Melanie telling Maria what to expect, what would be different, and some of our daily routines. I was surprised Maria wasn’t freaking out – part of me wondered if I would be if I were in her shoes (or lack of shoes … Melanie went barefoot most of the time around the house.) Her freak-out lasted a few minutes when she first woke up, but since then she’d been surprisingly calm and mature about it. Did that mean she was accepting fate, or did she really have that much faith in me that I’d be able to fix this and restore her to normal? The thought made me want to redouble my efforts, not that I wasn’t trying hard already, but ... I blinked as a tiny piece of pasta whacked me on the cheek. I looked up. Melanie was standing with her hands on her hips. “Honey, are you paying attention?” “Umm … “ “That’s what we thought. We were trying to discuss next steps. What do we need to do today.” “Umm … OH. Okay. Sorry.” I said sheepishly, knowing they’d caught me lost in thought. “Okay.” I took a moment to compose myself. “Here’s the plan. Right now I want to get through the rest of this lab notebook. I can skim through for important items in probably less than an hour. Then we have a couple options. We can either start sifting through the data files I downloaded, looking for details on the science behind what they built and how it works, I need to understand that before I can figure out how to reverse it. We can look for communications, anything that gives us a better idea who we’re dealing with and who these backers might be. We also need to go visit that mansion. I’m thinking we need to see what’s going on there, are there other people coming and going, are there other cars we need to tag, what security is in place. From Google maps at least, it looks like the place has a wall around it and an iron gate at the drive. I’m sure they chose the location for privacy and security. Which makes it a LOT harder to spy on and to get inside, than your brother’s house, or even that lab on Level 7. It’s going to take planning and probably more than one trip out there.” “So …” I continued, “you guys decide, do you want to go out there first and do some reconnaisance, or start going through the files with me? OR stay here where you’re safe and I’ll go?” They both looked at each other, taking it all in. Maria asked “How would we help with any of this? Right now … “ she hopped out of her seat to emphasize her point, “Look at me, I can’t do a damn thing!” Then she noticed Melanie was still sitting and hadn’t said anything yet. “What?” Melanie started to smirk but hid it for the moment. “Girl, we’re not helpless.” “I sure feel helpless!” “Yeah, I felt that way too at first. But … you know what? There’s a lot we can do, even like this. Plus … “ Maria looked at her, eyebrows raised. “I have my own computer, and it’s pretty cool! When we’re done here we can check it out.” I chimed in. “It WOULD be a big help if you both could look over the correspondence, see if you can figure out who they’ve been talking to – who else is involved, or if there’s any information about other victims – while I pore over the technical stuff.” Maria thought for a moment and then sat back down. “Huh.” She had a thoughtful look on her face. I looked at them both. “Tell you what. Let’s finish lunch first, let me get through the rest of this notebook, and we’ll head to the office. See how far we can get this afternoon. This evening if you two are up for it, we’ll head out and drive by that mansion, see what we can see from the outside, and I’ve got a couple other ideas. I’m guessing there’s a lot of security around that place, we can’t just sneak up and climb the walls. We’ll gather what info we can, so I can start planning this out. Then maybe we can go out.” Maria looked up at me incredulously. “Go … out? Like THIS?” I smirked, remembering the time (was it just a week ago?) when I’d smuggled Melanie into the movie theatre. Though I wasn’t quite sure how I could get both of them in, if that’s what they wanted to do. Or maybe we’d just do something else. I’m sure we could come up with something, as long as it took their mind off all this for a while. I just said “Yep. You both need to get out and do something that’s relaxing, not death-defying. Don’t ‘ya think?” ------------------------------------- The girls hung out with me at the kitchen table as I cleaned the plates and then tried to finish reading through the lab notebook. I’d skipped ahead to the experiments they performed on Melanie, the three days she was under and treated like a lab mouse, but there was more – and I hoped some clues – in the remaining pages. I jumped to the beginning and began scanning the pages. After a minute I blurted “Holy shit.” My audience perked up. When I didn’t say more, Melanie stood up, hands on her hips, and said “Out with it!” “Okay. Much of the notes cover planning your shrinking – not just a couple days prior, but even the week before, requesting someone be assigned to that outer lab, someone with specific qualifications. Age range, looks, healthy, unmarried, living alone. It looks like they were going through the company directory identifying candidates to request. Obviously they requested you, but … Maria, you were also on the list.” “Shit!” She jumped up and trotted over so she could see the page. Both of them came over. Seeing her name written in the book, Maria’s face went ashen. There were several names on the page, apparently others that they recognized as co-workers. All potential targets. Clearly they were targeting young healthy women. Identifying people whose disappearance wouldn’t immediately stir up husbands or relatives asking lots of questions. They mumbled amongst themselves for a couple minutes, gesturing at names, but then Melanie looked over at me and just stared for a moment. I knew that look, like she was deep in thought. Sure enough, she soon blurted what was on her mind. “HOW were they even able to pull off something like this?” Maria added, “How could the company even LET them?” “I’ve suspected someone at the top – or near the top – is involved. I just wasn’t sure if it was willfully or if they were coerced.” I looked Melanie in the eyes. “I’m starting to suspect the latter.” “Why do you think that?” “Some of the other notes I’ve read in here – you remember I was pretty sure you weren’t the first, um, victim?” She nodded. “Well it’s definite. There are notes in here about experiments on someone else – from a time BEFORE you were shrunk. PLUS, this notebook doesn’t cover the actual shrinking – that must be in an older notebook. Remember I flipped through them to find the one you were in, I couldn’t take all of them without them knowing right away that they were taken. This book was in the middle of the stack. I’m not certain even who they’re talking about, as they only list a subject number and not a name, but it’s definitely not you.” “Also” I continued, “given there were what, at least 5 notebooks in that drawer - and everything that happened with you during the three days and for a while after is in this one - that tells me a LOT was going on before. So not having the other notebooks, I’m hoping we can uncover some clues in all those files.” I looked at them both for emphasis as I said “Alright, so are you ready to do some research?” --------------------------------- After I got them both settled on Melanie’s desk and brought an extra chair in for Maria, I began skimming through the files and moving what looked like a couple of large email .pst files over to a thumb drive. I plugged the thumb drive into Melanie’s computer and then spent a few minutes talking her through how to access them. I let them get started while I went back to the kitchen to make some coffee. Returning about 15 minutes later with one mug and a couple thimbles full of hot coffee, I noticed them both already at work, leaning over the keyboard and starting to take notes, so I set the little coffees down next to them and then sat down myself to dig into my own sets of files. They hardly looked up. Taking a few bracing gulps of caffeine, I set about searching for any files I could find related to the science behind the shrinking. Obviously it was more than theory at this point, but until I could locate their notes, I could only speculate on the physics. So I kept digging for a while – probably an hour, though I lost track of time – I just know my coffee was ice cold by the time I hit possible pay dirt. At least it seemed I wasn’t too wildly off base thinking that some sort of light diffraction was involved. It appeared their original research was focused on how to bend light to transfer an image from one physical location to another. I recalled for a moment the equation for bending light in a gravitational field. I found mention of a diffraction grating using heavy magnets encased in lead shielding with a copper collimator. I also recalled Newton’s Spectrum, describing the splitting of white light through a prism into multiple individual wavelengths of different colors. Einstein had revisited that back in the 1920’s and posited his own theorems regarding the prediction of light bending in relation to gravity – or in this case artificial gravity created through heavy magnets. It’s also known that the bending of wave paths in an inhomogenous medium, or wave refraction, relates to the spacial dependence of the wave constant. So I could at least piece together some of where they were going with this. As I dug further, the research sought to bridge light refraction to matter wave refraction, starting with some of the foundations of quantum mechanics. Schrodinger had an equation for calculating the dispersion of matter waves, similar to the way EM waves were calculated for light. So, I could follow their logic along the way. All of this was within the realm of formulas, which I could wrap my head around. What I didn’t understand is how they made the leap from the theoretical mechanics of matter wave refraction, to real-world applications using physical matter? A leap was an understatement – this was a chasm. Had they just stumbled upon this by accident? Clearly they weren’t just a couple of brutes if they understood the mechanics behind this, but they also sure didn’t seem or act like future Nobel prize winners either. So unless there was someone else helping guide them, there had to be some serious serendipity involved. Before I could take the next step in my research, Melanie called me over. “I think … we’ve found something.” Maria corrected, “I think this is more than something.” “Yeah.” I rolled my chair over so that I could sit facing them. “Okay. So whatcha got?” Melanie said “A lot. Okay … where to start?” She scanned her notes, I smiled as I saw how she had adapted to the Post-It miniature sticky pads and the pencil lead wrapped in tape as her writing instrument and it had become second nature to her to use them like she would have used a pen and legal pad in her past life. The writing was too tiny for me to read without a magnifying glass though, even if she did have nice handwriting. Maria said “Start with the contacts?” “Oh. Yeah. So I found several emails back and forth, starting maybe 6 months ago. They bragged about a breakthrough and immediately started looking for a way to, um, monetize their discovery. All while they were supposed to be working for the company. I don’t know any of these names, but I wrote them down … “ as she glanced at her notes … “ah, tell you what, I’ll email them to you. My guess is someone on this list is involved in funding this whole operation.” “So you think …” Maria blurted, “It’s more than think. They were talking about moving the operation out of the company, keeping a low profile, big money, black market, hush hush.” I thought for a moment. “Any clues how far along they are? With setting up a lab outside the company … I’m guessing at that mansion maybe?” Melanie said “Well, like you said, if they’re still doing experiments on Level 7 then they must not be ready in a new location yet, but … “ she looked at Maria in acknowledgment, “we did find some requests for parts, some shipments coming in as recently as this week. So … hopefully that means it’s still under construction? Maybe you can figure out more if you see what they were ordering?” I nodded. “But ...” Maria interjected, “you need to tell him the other part.” She had a grim look on her face. “Yeah” Melanie sighed. “We think we’ve figured out … who their first victim was.” After a moment of silence, both of them looking at each other but neither speaking, I said “Well?” Maria finally spoke. “Becky Caulfield.” I scrunched up my face in confusion. The way they were talking, it was a huge revelation. I didn’t recognize the name at all. I said “Who is that?” Maria put her hands on her hips. “Daughter of Andrew Caulfield.” It still wasn’t ringing a bell. They both glared at me as if I was supposed to know the name. Then Melanie almost shouted, “The CEO of Advanced Future Technologies!” Suddenly the pieces came together. “SO … our suspicion were right and he’s … the one being blackmailed?” Melanie said “Yeah. And we think she might be held in that mansion, but we’re not sure.” “What makes you say that?” “Here, you take a look.” She’d found several video clips. The first one she played, looked like it was heavily edited, but showed a young woman in room that almost looked like a – was that a dollhouse? - and a muffled voice telling her to say something. She looked like she’d been crying and a giant hand came from the side to yank her up by her arm. Then she looked in the camera and said “Daddy it’s me” and the clip cut off, then someone in the background spoke. It sounded like the person’s voice was altered. The voice said “If you ever want to see her alive again, you will do as we say” and then said to look for an envelope that would be on his desk in the morning and follow the instructions in the envelope. It was a chilling video, as well as a choppy one. “Was this emailed?” “Not from this email. I’m not sure how it was sent.” “If I were to guess, a generic free email account or something that can’t be traced.” “So why doesn’t he just call the police and have those scientists arrested or something?” I sighed. “I’m guessing there are more people directly involved than just those two scientists. I’m also guessing he may not know where to look for his daughter. So he’s probably biding his time until they make a mistake and give up enough information to track her down. Though … “ I considered, “he may think they’re the only ones who can restore her, if she’s been shrunk. They may be holding that out too – leave them alone, do what they say, and you’ll get your daughter back safe and sound … cross them and she dies and you’ll never find the body.” I shuddered myself at hearing the words come out of my mouth. But after last night, I didn’t doubt they were capable of it. |
1693115154 | melanie24 | I was giving more thought to the whole idea of how to reverse the shrinking process. I didn’t doubt that they would hold out that carrot to get the company CEO to keep looking the other way. I just doubted they actually had bothered studying how to reverse it. Nothing in the notes suggested they’d done any experiments on that yet. I suspected that once they made this discovery and realized what they had on their hands, they jumped straight to thoughts of getting rich – ethics be damned. Hence the deep pockets that appeared to be lurking in the shadows – the mansion held under a nondescript LLC, which was owned by another LLC with the moniker S.E. LLC, which after some additional digging, we’d discovered was short for Shrinking Enterprises LLC. Though the average person wouldn’t know to look far enough to find the S.E. much less what it meant. The whole operation appeared to be in the early stages, at least. If we’d stumbled on this a few months later, it’s very possible they’d already be in business, either abducting women, or luring women off the streets, or perhaps even taking requests for specific people, shrinking them and selling them off to customers all over. At that point it would be nearly impossible to locate all the victims, much less shut down the entire operation. No, it had to be stopped now. At the moment, I felt like we still had the advantage, and we believed they hadn’t successfully built their ‘shrinking machine’ at the mansion yet. As I continued poring over formulas and early schematics that were in the downloaded files, the girls continued perusing emails and related files that I’d copied to the thumb drive. Melanie went ahead and typed up the list of names – or at least email addresses – that they’d identified. Any that were recipients or senders in communications that looked like they could be related to funding or backers or attempts to monetize their discovery. It would take me a while to dig through that, but I appreciated her taking the time, knowing I’d need a magnifying glass to read her tiny notes, even if she did have nice handwriting. Setting that aside for the moment, I got up and dug through the closet, finding my giant pad of dry-erase sheets. I looked around the room and chose the middle wall to turn into a giant marker board, removing the one picture from the wall first. Then I went about taping up the dry-erase sheets, fitting them edge to edge, several sheets across and then several sheets down, a giant rectangle. This would probably damage the wall, but as I hung the sheets I mused why I hadn’t ever gotten a big board to hang here anyway, or just repainted a whole wall in chalkboard paint. Maybe I ought to just do that when it’s time to take these down. If I have to repaint anyway, why not? So with a makeshift dry-erase ‘wall’ and markers in hand, I began sketching out the formulas behind the shrinking process, to see if I could capture the process sufficiently to deduce a way to reverse the process. I doubted it would be as simple as reversing the polarity of the magnets, or adjusting the frequency of the lasers, but my rational brain was convinced there would be a way. The girls just watched me as I sketched out formulas, erased and rewrote denominators and coefficients, and calculated wavelengths and refraction angles and drew a representation of the mechanics behind the shrinking machine. There was just one piece missing that I couldn’t put my finger on. I dug further into the files, searching … searching … turning bleary-eyed searching … until … “Aha!” Melanie, who’d been watching me go back and forth like she was sitting in the stands at Wimbledon, blurted “What?” “Huh?” “You’ve been dancing around and humming for almost two hours. The first words you finally say are ‘aha’?” “OH. I didn’t realize I’d drawn an audience. So … okay.” I gathered my thoughts. “In a nutshell … I’ve figured out the mathematical functions that make this” as I waved to their short stature “happen.” Maria piped in, “We kinda gathered that much. So you really are a genius, huh?” “Umm … uhh … well anyway, here’s the problem I ran into. This process only works in the physical world with the right elements to bend the matter stream.” “So you need elements … like lead or zinc?” asked Melanie “Or like those expensive rare ones like they use in electric car batteries?” added Maria “Well, kinda like that, but the element needed precisely in this equation doesn’t precisely match the common elements. So at first, I figured maybe they developed an isotope.” Melanie babbled, “Like radioactive? Like plutonium?” Maria elbowed Melanie and snickered, “Look out, soon we’ll start glowing.” I cleared my throat. “NO. Not radioactive per-se, an isotope can just be an element that carries an additional component – an extra electron in the outer ring, for example – so its atomic weight is slightly off as well. However, I couldn’t identify one that fit this equation. Until … well, I should explain first, I suspected that these scientists – they’re smart, but I didn’t think them capable of coming up with this entirely on their own. It’s like something fell in their laps. So … apparently it did. LITERALLY.” I looked at them both, just staring at me, I didn’t know if I lost them along the way or they were just waiting for the cliffhanger, but neither was saying another word. “Okay, long story short, the missing element is from outer space.” Both of them nearly fell over. I raced to the edge of Melanie’s desk, afraid one of them was going to topple off the side, but they managed to avoid a tumble. “A meteorite. Do you remember this was on the news last winter, a meteorite about the size of a basketball, it lit up the sky and came down in a field a few miles outside of the city? Guess where the meteorite was taken for study?” Both of them caught on really quick. “Advanced Future Technologies.” “Bingo. I’m guessing at least a chunk of that meteorite was taken up to Level 7. I suspect that’s where our mystery element was extracted from.” “A meteorite?” “Yep. Now they don’t need a huge amount of this mystery element – a tiny amount would be enough to calibrate the machine for indefinite runs, as it’s used to bend the matter stream, like a prism, so it’s not actually being used like fuel – but we don’t know how much they actually have. What we do know is that without it, they can’t set up a second machine. Which brings me to an obvious question for both of you. Where would they be storing the REST of that meteorite?” Maria responded first. “The vault.” Melanie looked at her. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I’ve been in there myself, I’ve seen it. Several pieces were carved off to send to labs for study, but the bulk of it is still in the vault, in a lead-shielded box.” “How do you know all that?” Maria smirked. “Girl, I was there when we cut that thing. And it took a while too. The outer shell was like melted iron. You don’t even want to know all the protective gear they made us wear.” “So … anyway … I have some theories regarding how to reverse the process, but I could never try them out without testing first. I suspect they did testing on the shrinking process first before their first human victim, though I’m sure the thought of what they could do with this technology was spinning in their heads well before they caught and shrunk … what was her name?” Melanie gave me an annoyed look. “Becky. So how can you figure all this stuff out and you can’t remember someone’s name?” I sighed. “I’m better at abstract concepts. For names, sometimes I’ve gotta use that old rule of thumb, say it out loud three times in the first minute, or something like that.” I shrugged. “Anyway. Our task list is growing. Here’s what I’ve got.” Now that I had a ‘marker board’ I found a corner that wasn’t covered in formulas and diagrams yet and began writing a list. “First, the mansion. We need to observe, identify what kind of security they have, how to get in, probably tag any other vehicles they have – we need some way to know who is going in and out of there, and who else they’re dealing with. Second, we need to figure out where … Becky “ I looked to Melanie for confirmation, she nodded “is being held, if it’s in the mansion or somewhere else. Given the size of that place and how small she is, it could be any room, basement, hidden room, attic, anywhere. Third, we’ll need to start researching these other names you found, my guess is one or more of them are tied up in this. Fourth, I’m wondering about sabotaging the new equipment they’re building. The longer we can delay that, the better chance we have of stopping them before it’s up and running. And I have an idea about that, if we can hurry. Fifth, getting ahold of some of that exotic element, either some they extracted from the meteor already, or some that’s still in the vault. Unless … “ they both looked at me, eyebrows raised, “unless we can convince your CEO to work with us and give us access.” Maria looked really skeptical. “Why would he work with you, he doesn’t even know you … and isn’t his daughter, we think, the reason he’s cooperating with them?” “True, but if we can convince him we’re trying to solve the problem … “ and then another thought came to mind … “or if we rescued his daughter, they wouldn’t have leverage over him, right? … BUT … then they’d all know that we’re on to them, that the incident yesterday was more than just me coming in to rescue you guys. Right now we have a stealth advantage – they don’t know yet that we have access to their records, their research, and we have an idea what they’re trying to do and where they’re setting up shop. As soon as we break Becky loose, they’ll know everything or they’ll figure it out … and at that point they could be coming after us. We have to be ready, cover our tracks, make sure we have everything we need from them before that happens. So … unfortunately … we need to do some spying first, and narrow down where Becky is – if she’s in the mansion, where in the mansion – before we try to rescue her.” Silence took over as the girls contemplated everything I just laid out on the table in front of them. After a minute of them both looking at each other, back at me, back at each other … each waiting for the other to speak first … Melanie broke the silence. “SO. What’s first?” “Alright. The most time-sensitive is sabotaging the equipment.” “How do you propose we do that? And why is that more time-sensitive than a rescue?” “Okay. You said in those emails you found parts orders, right?” She nodded. “I assume there are tracking numbers?” She nodded again. “Okay then. Let’s start checking those out. See what has NOT been delivered yet, and let’s figure out where it is. What I’m hoping is that we can find the package before it’s delivered.” “Then what?” “Then … I’ll figure that out as soon as I know what’s in the package, but I will figure it out.” At that I set them loose to go find those parts orders they mentioned and see if any of them, with tracking numbers, weren’t delivered yet. In the meantime, I began working on my initial plans to do surveillance on the mansion this evening. ---------------------- When I came back in from the garage where I’d found a little remote-controlled drone I’d played around with last year, the girls waved me down. They’d located the orders and tracking information for two packages that were still in transit. I asked them to call up the details. One was a small FedEx package already on the truck for delivery today. That wouldn’t do. The other was a freight delivery, it had just arrived at a depot outside of town, apparently it required a liftgate so it would be switching trucks and they’d scheduled the delivery for Monday. So that would give us time to work with. I jotted down the details and the shipping company, hoping we’d be able to locate this pallet on Sunday. I tried to gauge what it might look like from the description, though there was no way to tell if it would be in a wooden crate, or just strapped down and covered in wrap, or whatever. Either way, I had a day to devise a plan for how to track it as well as how to make it malfunction, and it had to be something that we could sneak into the warehouse, pull off quickly without fully un-crating the equipment, and then get out without being spotted. In the meantime, I asked the girls if they wanted to change before we went out. We would be going by that mansion first, but not inside yet – just observing what we could from outside. Then we could go out and take a break and do something fun. Maria asked “Are you going to try to change my bandage first? It might be easier to get around if this wasn’t so … BIG.” She waved her hands at her bandage to emphasize its size. I agreed with her, I’d made the bandage huge, wrapping lots of gauze around her, out of fear she’d wake up from her ‘coma’ confused and try ripping on it. But I felt it was safe now. So I nodded and put my hand out for her, scooping her up gently. I asked Melanie if she wanted to change while I was doing the bandage, she stood up and let me scoop her in my other hand. I carried them both to the bathroom, setting Melanie down next to her ‘wardrobe’ set up along the corner of the counter, then grabbed a hand towel to set Maria down onto. Gathering my supplies, I took a look at the bandage, examining it for any problems, any bleeding especially. I didn’t see any yet, but I’d wrapped it pretty heavily as well as coated it in a thick layer of Neosporin®, so there could be some in the layers below. “I’ll try to remove this bandage very gently, okay?” She nodded. I very carefully began working the edge of the bandage up with my fingernail. I’d put one on up/down to hold the gauze in place and also keep the wound from flexing too much. It was the tiniest one I could find in the store, but it was still big for her. She scrunched her nose, which was kinda cute, as I successfully peeled back the part below the gauze. The part above it actually ran up to her waist on the side, so I asked, “Is it okay if I pull your gown up for a moment?” To my surprise, she went ahead and just hiked up the gown up herself up to her stomach, exposing more skin than I needed. She caught me looking at her bare parts and said “It’s okay, it’s not like you haven’t seen me. Besides … you’re my doctor.” She winked. “Umm .. “ I tried to focus on the bandage, gently working the upper half off her skin. She scrunched her whole face for a moment as I pulled the last of it off, I could tell she was trying not to whine and I appreciated that. Now though, I had this huge spool of gauze to unwind. I found the end, no longer held in place by the bandage, and began to unravel it. I needed her leg free all around though. I said “Hey, can you lay on your back for a minute?” She complied, laying back so that I could move her leg. I lifted it, propping her ankle on my left hand as I unraveled the gauze with my right. Over, under, back up, several times. As I got closer to the wound, I could see the ointment coating the gauze and also just a trace of blood. I hoped there was no new bleeding – and hoped she wouldn’t freak out once she saw the wound. It was more on the side than on top, at least. I kept going, until I was down to the last pass. I said “Okay, here goes. You can look away if you want to.” As I peeled the last of the gauze away, of course she couldn’t resist looking – for a moment. She shuddered and quickly looked back up at the ceiling. I examined the wound, it wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. If she were normal sized and we went to an E.R. they’d probably have put more stitches in, but it was all I could do to get two or three in, using regular thread and the tiniest sewing needle I could find, stitching with tweezers under a magnifying glass. I’d brought all those same supplies in to the bathroom when I set up, so I examined her gash with the magnifying glass, very gently touching the skin around it. There was some inflammation but not much – I hoped dousing the area with Neosporin® and having packed a little inside the wound back at the beginning would substitute for not having antibiotics. Pulling a cotton swab from the medicine cabinet, I gently cleaned around the edges and then applied a little more Neosporin® and got out the gauze. “I promise this will be easier to walk with.” I tried to be clinical and focus on the wound, but right out of the gate with the gauze, my knuckle inadvertently brushed her between the legs. She spoke up. “Are you trying to get me excited? I thought you were just dressing my wound!” She laughed. I gave her a look. “I think you’re trying to distract me.” “Is it working?” “Umm … “ She laughed again. “Yeah. But if I get TOO distracted, we’re not going to get anything else done today. We have limited time you know.” She smirked. “Okay. But I’m glad I can distract you that much even at this size.” “Oh, you sure can.” I glanced at Melanie, who cocked an eyebrow at me. “Both of you can. Just give me a couple minutes here so I can finish up” She stopped teasing, though she was still smirking at me each time she thought my eyes were drifting away from her wound. I tried to finish up, carefully trim the gauze and then place another bandage to hold the end in place. “Done.” I lowered her leg back down. She pushed herself up, glanced down at her thigh and nodded approval, trying to move her leg a little to test it. She said “Thank you doctor.” She grinned. “Though you know … you are so much bigger and stronger than we are … if you like on a whim, just decided you wanted to do something to us, or play around with us, it’s not like we can fight back. So … “ She glanced at Melanie and then back at me. “why don’t you?” I just looked at her for a minute. “True.” Now Melanie was looking right at me too, probably wondering if Maria had just blown the lid off Pandora’s box. “But then … I’d be no better than those rich customers they are hoping to sell victims to … plus … would either of you ever trust me again?” I looked at Melanie. “Hey babe, have I ever just grabbed you on a whim and forced myself on you? Anytime in the three weeks we’ve been dating?” She looked away for just a moment and then back at me. “No. Usually I’m the instigator, I’ll admit. I don’t mind you going off script … actually it’s kinda fun … but usually I’m the one getting you started, not the other way around. So … no, I can’t think of any time you’ve just grabbed me and forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do.” Relieved, I said “Thank you.” I turned to Maria. “So Maria, does that answer your question?” She nodded. “You’re a good man.” “Okay, why don’t you two get dressed. Melanie, do you think any of those outfits will fit Maria? If not, I may need to find out where these came from and get some more.” I looked at Maria. “I’m going to fix this, but it’s going to take a little time. Are you alright staying with us until I can figure out a way to reverse this?” She nodded. “I trust you.” “Thank you. Now get settled and figure out what you’re going to wear. And both of you, think about what you want to do afterwards. We can take a break and have some fun this evening, but first we need to do some spying and get some intel.” |
1693115157 | melanie25 | While the girls got changed, I went through my supplies, making sure I’d gathered what I needed. I had no intention of trying to break into the mansion this first time around. I needed to figure out what I couldn’t see just from Google Street View or a satellite image that could be a year old or more. How many cameras on the outside? Were there guards? Guard dogs? Any other obvious security measures, like an electric fence? What would be the safest means of entry? I also wanted to see if I could see anything going on inside through the windows, gauge how many people were there if possible, if there were other cars beyond the one we’d already tagged early this morning, and anything else we could discover. I had a bag of tricks gathered, so to speak. Binoculars, the aforementioned drone (which conveniently came with a little camera attached) and some devices I had ready to deploy if the opportunity arose. Though it wasn’t like I was Agent 007 and I had people inventing gadgets in a secret lab. Nope, this was more like the Dick Tracy Secret Agent Starter Kit buried in the closet under a few years’ worth of dust, now with some little upgrades. I suppose we’ll see soon enough how useful it is, but I wanted to be prepared once we got out there. Back seat packed, I went to get the girls, along with snacks and water. I still hadn’t figured out how to fashion a usable water bottle or canteen for Melanie to use on trips or in the car, so I’d have to wait until we parked somewhere to pour them drinks, lest the bottle caps spill everywhere. Once I had them settled into the passenger seat, I opened the garage door, started the car and away we went. It was still light out, but wouldn’t be for very long. I figured it would be easier to do our snooping in the shadows of dusk anyway. ----------------------- Once we made it to the poshest neighborhood in town, the sun was starting to go down. I found the right street and began to make the turn, noting that this whole block included some huge complexes, each with privacy walls out to the sidewalk and many with trees sticking up above them, branches draping over the tops of the walls. I made note of that, as big branches would provide cover for scaling the wall if needed. I cruised slowly down the block, probably looking more like a tourist, but as long as I wasn’t stirring suspicion. There were very few cars on the street, probably owing to the large drives and iron gates on most of these properties. Parking on the street would just mean a long hike. So leaving the car on the street, it wouldn’t be a problem to find a spot, but it might look out of place. I looked for houses that didn’t have a gate or a long drive, thinking that parking near those would be safe enough. I was concerned especially in case I had to leave the girls in the car by themselves. I drove past the mansion – not much different from the street view image aside from fewer growth around the wall – I wondered if they purposely cut back some of those trees for the very reason I was thinking. I noticed a keypad at the entrance and a camera on the wall right above it. So that probably ruled out going right in the front. Not that I’d planned to anyway. But this was about all I was going to be able to make out from here. The road did have some slopes to it – unfortunately nothing steep enough that I could get a look over the wall. However … I took another look at my GPS and toggled over to satellite view … I wonder … I looked out and saw it, a couple blocks away there was a hill and lots of greenery, enough to hide and enough where I may be able to see over if I climbed up a tree. If I could remember how to climb a tree. Oh, I’ll figure out something. I turned that way and drove for a couple minutes, cruising along until I found the spot and parked. We weren’t far from the mansion, but we were behind it now – with just one other property in between. Granted, these were huge properties. I reached into the back seat and grabbed the drone. I was glad this was a pretty small one – maybe a couple feet around. I’d charged it up and checked the camera before we left. The transmitter only had a range of a few hundred yards, so I hoped we were within range. The girls had been pretty quiet up until now. I pulled out the snacks and poured a cap of water for each of them. “Can one of you take notes for me?” Melanie looked up. “Notes?” I fished through my supplies and pulled out a 3 x 3 Post-It® pad and a couple of pencils (or pencil leads wrapped in tape, which seemed to work pretty well for her.) “Yeah. Here’s the deal. As soon as it’s a little darker, I’m going to try to fly this drone over the property. I’ll rattle off what I see. Where cameras are, how many cars, people, whatever. I just need one of you to write stuff down.” As I glanced outside to see the last traces of sunlight dropping below the horizon, the sky lit up in pink and purple in that direction, I added, “Oh, I almost forgot … “ I dug into my supplies again and pulled out an aerial view of the property, unfolding the letter-size sheet and laying it in front of them on the seat. “This is the layout of the property. It might be useful to mark where things are on this too, if one of you wants to do that and the other writes notes?” They looked at each other for a moment. Then Maria said “How about I take notes, you may have to crawl on your knees to write on … that.” Melanie shrugged and handed her one of the pencils. I reached down to position the 3 x 3 pad in her lap, like a big canvas. Then I pointed out on the aerial printout, “front gate, east wall, west wall, back wall.” She nodded and got on all fours, climbing over the paper to write in the margins. I was glad I’d left wide margins, as the full-color printout was hard to write on. At least, as I noticed, her touch was light enough that she wasn’t in danger of punching her pencil through the paper, like I would have done instantly. However, the paper did crinkle a little bit under her knees. I had to admit though, it was sexy watching her travel around the paper on hands and knees, her little tush in the air as she bent down to write. Especially given she wore a skirt – velcro fastener in the back – and nothing underneath. Maria caught me straining my neck to get a peek, she gave me a knowing smirk as I looked away. After looking both ways to make sure nobody was nearby, I hopped out of the car with the drone in hand, set it in the grass next to the car, and turned it on. The little diodes lit up. Oof, I’d forgotten about that. I went back to my stash in the car to find some tape and started tearing off little pieces of cardboard to cover up the diodes. Last thing I needed was for someone in the mansion – or even the neighbor whose house it would fly over first – to see it, report it to the police, or worse, shoot it down. We needed stealth mode, get in and get out. Task complete, I got back in the car and got comfortable, the controller in my hands, a little camera display above it. I pulled the antenna out as far as it would go – whacking the windshield – and then slowly maneuvered the controls to lift the drone up into the air. It was getting dark, but not pitch black yet. We needed enough light to see by, but not enough to make it easy to spot the drone from the ground. So the timing was good, but we had a limited window before it became too dark to see. There were very few street lamps. I figured the people in this neighborhood liked their privacy. As the drone rose into the air, I took a minute to rotate it and get my bearings, looking for our target in relation to where we parked. I had it probably 60 or 70 feet in the air. Once I figured out the directions, I worked the controls to move it towards the mansion, letting it hover up high above the main building. I began rattling off what I saw, the couple of out-buildings in the back, the large multi-car garage that wrapped around a circle to the side of the main house, and geez, was that a stone turret? This place was like a little castle. I carefully lowered the drone until it hovered maybe 10 feet above the wall. Close enough to look for cameras – which I assumed would be pointed down – and hopefully too high for someone on the ground to see it wasn’t just a bird without looking right at it. I hovered over the back wall first, noting three cameras, and Melanie crawled over to make notations on the page. Then along the side wall, which adjoined another property, I saw one more. They’d cleared much of the vegetation from around the walls, so there weren’t obvious places to climb over and avoid the cameras, as well as no heavily wooded spots along the walls to hide in once I made it over. Then I went to the front wall, the only one that bordered the street. I counted four cameras, two on either side of the iron gate … plus from the street we’d seen one on the outside of the wall above the keypad. I didn’t see anyone walking around, though they could just be sitting somewhere watching monitors … or sitting in that turret, which seemed like it would have a 360 view of the property. Then finally the last wall, which bordered the other neighbor – the one that didn’t have a security gate, go figure. So that wall might be the easiest to get to. I did identify what looked like two cameras along that wall. Surprisingly, some of these were traditional box cameras, not the domes that are more common nowadays … I wondered if the older ones came with the property and they just added more. Above the circle I only saw the one car – the same one we’d already tagged – however there were four garage doors, so who knew what was behind those. I flew the drone up high into the air and then back towards our position. So far I hoped, nobody had caught it. I had an idea though, but it would require a second flight. “Okay ladies, I am going to try to place a camera on the building so we can monitor what’s going on. I just need to figure out how to get it from the drone onto the building.” I was already rooting through my supplies as I spoke, locating the little camera. It wasn’t truly little, as it needed a power supply sufficient to last a while, plus it needed to be able to transmit back to me, but the size of a baseball I thought was pretty small given the requirements. It had a flat end with heavy adhesive. The girls watched me for a minute as I looked it over and tried to figure out how this was going to work. Melanie chimed in, “How much can that drone carry?” I thought for a moment. “Supposedly about 3 pounds. Why? The camera is only about 4 ounces.” “How much do you think I weigh?” I just looked at her for a minute. “Seriously? You’re not thinking … “ She nodded. “This could be dangerous. If something happened to you … I’d never forgive myself.” “Then just make sure nothing happens. Talk to me. Tell me what to do.” I contemplated the situation for a minute. She had a point. “Alright. Are you sure about this?” “Yep.” “Okay. Here, hold on a sec.” I reached for her and gently scooped her up in my hand. I had the camera in my other hand. “Huh. I’m thinking … no more than a pound, maybe a little less.” “So I could take the camera, place it and you can fly me back.” “Uh .. yeah.” My brain started running through the numbers. She was right of course. “Let me just think how to make this work. I can NOT let anything happen to you.” I carried her out to the drone, along with two cameras and some twine. I flipped over the drone and lay her down onto the bottom. “Okay. I need to strap you to the bottom, otherwise you’d be reaching over the propellers. This is safer even if it feels weird. Are you okay with me strapping you in?” “Yeah. I … guess.” I held the twine and then realized “Oh crap. Hold on just a sec.” I opened the passenger door of the car and pulled out a mitten from the glove box. “Okay. Here. This will be more comfortable.” I re-positioned her just right, then lay the glove gently over her, making sure her head and arms were free, and wound the rest of her to the bottom of the drone with twine. “How’s that, not too tight?” “It’s fine. Better. I think I can manage.” “Okay. I’m going to turn this over real slowly. I’ll set it down real gently. Okay?” “Ready.” I gently turned the drone over, flipping her 180 degrees, and then set it down carefully in between two decorative bushes, so that she wouldn’t be pinned underneath. It wasn’t heavy, but I didn’t want to take any chance of squishing her. I grabbed the first camera and held it out in front of her. “Here’s the first camera. I’m going to peel off the backing, so all you need to do is set it against the stone and press a little and it should stay in place. I’ll maneuver you into position as carefully as I can. I’m thinking we put one at the top of that turret, then if there’s time, I’ll give you the second one and we can put it on one of those out buildings in the back. Sound good?” “Got it.” “Oh!” I just realized. “One more thing. I can’t hear you, there’s no speaker, but I have the camera positioned so I’ll see your hands. You can give me a thumbs up or a thumbs down. Or ... you'll probably give me the finger if I can’t manage a smooth flight.” She snorted. “I wish I’d thought to repair your headset and bring it along, but we’re going a little off script here. Be careful, okay? Let’s get you back here safe and sound.” “Okay. Ready.” I removed the strip from the adhesive backer and handed her the first camera, in position so all she’d have to do is press it against a flat surface. Then I grabbed the controller and started it up. I watched it hover a few feet off the ground in front of me. I looked at her again, mouthed “Love you” and sent the drone off into the air. I went slower this time, owing to the precious cargo, but also because the lens was partially blocked by her arms and the camera she was holding. Plus, I worried a fast flight would make her sick or make her drop the camera or both. I only brought it up about 20 feet, hoping she’d still be out of sight given how dark it was. I got the directions figured out and gently flew her across the neighboring yard, then up a little higher when we got to the back wall. I could see the turret clearly, but couldn’t tell if someone was out there watching or not. For Melanie’s sake I hoped not. I went higher, about 40 feet, and brought her directly over the turret, then slowly down, just a little at a time, until I could see the stone front of the turret right in front of her. Just a foot. A few inches. There. I steadied my hand, trying not to make any movements, as she pressed it into place, pushed with her tiny arms, and then gave me the thumbs up sign. Then just as I was pulling away, I saw her arms waving frantically. I shot up into the air, faster than I wanted to, and rushed her back to me. As the drone came back in sight, I slowed down, gently lowering it until I could catch the sides myself, flip it off and set it gently between the two bushes again. I bent down to look at Melanie. She was still safe and snug in the mitten but she was flailing her arms and her cheeks were flush. “What happened? Are you all right?” “I’m a little queazy, just give me a minute.' I waited, unsure what to do as she caught her breath. 'I heard someone up there. Some gruff voice said ‘Do you hear that?’ and I was afraid they were going to catch me. I think you pulled up just in time, it sounded like somebody was about to stick their head out and look up.” “Okay. I’m glad you’re safe. I can’t let anything happen to you.” “I need to take the other camera” “Uh … are you sure that’s wise? I just rushed you back here.” “Yeah, but if they find that camera we need a second one somewhere.” “If they find that camera, we’re screwed. They’ll know someone is on to them.” “I’m hoping they won’t find it. They’d have to climb up to the top to get to it. It’s at the very edge.” She exhaled. “I’ll be fine. Just give me the other camera and let’s get this done.” “Okay. But please please please be careful!” “I will, you just get me over there.” So I removed the strip from the adhesive and then handed her the second camera. She held it tightly as I hoisted her up in the air. This time, to the roof of the little building in the far back of the property, which I hoped would have a little bit of tree cover and not be in direct sight of the turret. They’d cut back anything close to the walls, but there were still a few trees inside the property. I carefully flew the drone across to the back wall, then behind the tree, and carefully lowered it down to the out building, positioning it so she could adhere the camera next to the ridge vent in the front of the building, near the peak of the roof. I waited for the thumbs-up signal and then carefully flew her back to me, slower this time. Once the drone hovered down in front of me, I caught it on the sides, switched off the power, and gently turned it over. There was my Melanie, still snug against the bottom of the drone, but with a grin on her face like she’d just been on the thrill ride a the amusement park. I snipped the twine and gently unwrapped her, plucked her up in my hand and then opened the passenger side door and set her back down next to Maria, flinging the mitten back into the glove box. I went back out to gather up my drone and supplies, loaded them into the back seat, and then climbed into the driver’s seat and just crashed for a few minutes. ------------------------ Afterwards, the girls were determined to go to a movie. I told them there was no way I could get away with what Melanie had done to stow away into the theatre, not with two of them along. But they weren’t taking no for an answer, and between the two of them, they came up with a plan for them both to hide inside my shirt, one on my left side and one on my right, under my arms. I just would have to be careful to walk straight and not bump into anything. I thought they were crazy but they both just stared me down until I caved. Women! I made it into the theatre, complied with their request for popcorn and a soda (and a few of those little condiment cups) and found our single seat way in the back row, by ourselves. It was a movie that had been out for weeks, plus the big reclining seats with the big arm rests, so I felt safe bringing them in and hoped by the time the lights dimmed, nobody would see them lounging on the armrest. Soon as I settled in and set down the concessions, I untucked my shirt gently on one side, reached inside for Melanie, carefully slid her out and set her down on the armrest. Then I did the same with Maria on the other side. As they got settled, I doled out some popcorn puffs into condiment cups and then poured little sodas into two more cups. I surprised them with a coffee stir, which I used my pocketknife to cut into smaller pieces, thinking they could use it like a big straw. Maria accepted hers and said “Hey, that’s a good idea.” She smiled. I handed the other one to Melanie. She looked up at me and the first words out of her mouth were, “Dumb question, but how do we go to the bathroom around here? I’ve gotta pee.” “I … “ I tried to think quickly. “I don’t know if I can take you in the bathroom with me. But … “ I saw the extra condiment cups stacked on the other armrest and grabbed one, holding it up, “how about you use one of these? I can put it in the next seat over, that way we won’t see anything. There’s nobody else up here.” She gave me a funny look, looked at the cup, back to me, and then said “Oh hell. Fine. Give me a napkin too.” I handed her the cup and napkin and watched her slide down the other side of the armrest, walk across the next set and over the next armrest, then get herself settled. A couple minutes later she climbed back over, the cup and napkin left behind, and got herself settled in next to Maria. I snickered to myself, though part of me wondered what the poor person assigned to cleaning the theatre after the show would think … After the movie started playing, the girls got to talking. I pretended not to listen, keeping my eyes on the movie whenever they turned back towards me, but I could make out some of their discussion during the quiet parts. “ … you know he was trying to sneak a peek at your ass while you were working on that map.” “… think so?” “... Oh I KNOW so. I caught him trying to look. He turned his head away soon as he knew I caught him.” “… I think it’s kinda cute. He did promise he’d never force anything on us .. and to be honest, he never has … though … I suppose I wouldn’t be too offended if he’d tried to flick up my skirt. What does it mean if he didn’t?” “ … My opinion? He cares about you. A lot. It’s plain as day. He’s probably afraid you’ll be pissed at him if he tries something like that.” “ … well … he is hard to stay mad at.” She giggled. “I wouldn’t be upset if he did something like that once in a while. It’s not like he’s forcing stuff on me. It’s just playing around. But .. don’t tell him I said that, he’ll start doing it all the time.” They both started laughing – and then they both looked back at me, too fast for me to turn my head in time. Caught. Melanie grinned at me. “You weren’t eavesdropping on our girl talk, were you?” “Uh … “ She burst out laughing. Then she nudged Maria. “Come over here with me.” She lay down on the armrest, stomach down, legs in the air, and propped her head up with her arms. She turned back to me and said “It’s alright if you want to flick my skirt up. I won’t be mad.” “Umm … are you sure?” She snorted. “I’m actually flattered you like to check out my ass.” I reached over and lifted her skirt. “It is a really sexy ass.” Maria gave a fake grumble. “Should I be upset that he didn’t think my ass was sexy too? I put a lot of work into that ass!” Melanie snickered. “Oh, I’m sure he wants to check out your ass too, he’s just being a gentleman. He doesn’t know you like I do.” Maria turned towards me and said, “you’re welcome to come check out my ass too, you know.” She giggled. Then as I began to reach for her, she flipped up her skirt on her own, showing off her toned little ass. Instead of lifting the cloth I was reaching for, my fingers brushed her bottom. Seeing as she didn’t swat me away, I brushed them again. I said “You do have a very nice ass too.” “Well, are you going to just ogle my ass or do I get a massage out of this?” She smirked. “I … “ At that, Melanie looked back too and smirked, then flipped her own skirt up. Apparently they were both expecting a massage. So I began to rub Melanie’s bottom with my left hand and Maria’s with my right. I got a “Mmm … that’s more like it.” from Melanie. Maria lifted the back of her shirt to give me access to her lower back, and then turned and said “Would you be a dear and undo that clasp for me?” She meant the velcro of course. I tugged on it and her skirt slid to either side, leaving her bare from the middle of her back on down. I took that as a cue and began running my fingers from her back down her ass and back, giving her a gentle massage. She gave me a contented purr as she went back to watching the movie. Melanie, seeing what Maria had done, reached back and unfastened her own skirt, letting it drop to her sides, and tugged her shirt up almost to her shoulders, giving me the signal that she wanted more of a massage as well. So for the next hour and a half, I kept my hands busy gently rubbing their backs and bottoms. Any time I stopped for a moment, I’d get a throat clearing or an “Ahem” or a look back. When did they get so demanding, I wondered. I was only able to half-watch the movie, but the girls were content and relaxed and I suppose that was enough for now. They’d both had a big day as well. And tomorrow we’d be right back at it. Top |
1693115159 | melanie26 | After the movie, my hands were tired from spending an hour and a half giving both girls massages as they relaxed and watched the show. Maria was so relaxed she started to get up and realized her skirt didn’t come with her. We got a laugh as she had to pick it up and wrap it back around her waist. Melanie tried to fasten hers before she rolled over, but ended up asking me to hold one end while she fixed it. Once we made it home, I left them both to wash up and change at the sink while I made a quick (and very simple) dinner. I zapped two hot-dogs in the microwave. By the time they were done – and donning those pullover gowns I’d made way back for Melanie when she had nothing else to wear (seems they were pretty comfortable for lounging around the house – or sleeping in I suppose), I’d cut long skinny pieces from a hot dog and wrapped in thin slices of bun (hot dogs are easy to work with) and some pieces of chips on the side. And yes, I was eating about 1 and 7/8th hot dogs. I was hungry! I came back to the bathroom, scooped them up and carried them both to the kitchen to eat. As we ate, we talked about the next day. I still needed to link to the two cameras and set them up to record, before I could go to bed. In the morning, I needed some time to plan out some possibilities assuming we could get access to this big piece of equipment prior to delivery. Not knowing exactly what it looked like or how it was strapped or crated, I needed to be flexible. Post-dinner, I brought them back to the bathroom one last time to do whatever it is women do, while I cleaned up the dishes (which were minimal – did I mention hot dogs and chips are ridiculously easy to fix?) Then I brought them to the bedroom. “I wasn’t sure how you wanted to do this Maria … Melanie and I usually share a bed but she has her own pillow. Do you want to share, or have your own pillow? Or would you rather be alone and I can set up something on the sofa?” I probably sounded like I was babbling. Though from the looks on their faces, neither of them had given it any thought. Maria looked back and forth between us and then snorted. “He’s cute when he gets flustered.” She looked at me and said “I’m fine here, if you don’t mind sharing your bed with two women for a little while? Besides, didn’t we all just sleep together last week?” She paused for a moment. “Whoa … it feels like it was a month ago. That was really just last week?” I said “Three nights ago. Yeah, it feels like it should be longer, I know what you mean.” “But anyway. Don’t worry about me. Besides …” she looked at Melanie and then back to me “I’d feel safer with someone right now. With either of you I suppose.” Melanie chimed in, “You can have your own pillow if you want, there’s plenty of room on this bed.” “I won’t interrupt your routine or anything?” Now Melanie snorted. “Our routine most nights … since we got together … has involved sex and then we sleep naked. To be honest, I’ve gotten used to not wearing clothes to bed.” She laughed. “But I’m exhausted and I’m sure you are too. We can go back to wild passionate sex after we get through this.” She looked at me with sultry eyes. “Right?” I just looked at her for a moment, then glanced at Maria before speaking. “So … both of us or all three of us?” Melanie gave me a dirty look, but it only lasted a second before she put her hands on her hips and broke out in a grin. “Honey, are you sure you could even handle both of us?” Maria laughed. “For a second there I thought you were going to hurl a pillow at me. Even if it is ten times your size.” Now Melanie laughed. “I was about ready to duck.” Now both of them were just rolling over laughing. “Okay now. Let’s get some sleep.” They both settled in on the same pillow and waited for me to tuck them in with a towel. As I tucked them in, I heard Maria say softly to Melanie, “I might be open to a threesome … like this … once I’m healed up.” I grinned. Damn, these girls were getting me horny again just as they were supposed to be going to sleep. I fought the urge to flirt back, and instead whispered “Good night” as I slid off the bed – and then turned out the light and tiptoed away. I needed to check on those cameras. So I headed back to the office, quietly closing the office door behind me. I turned on the light and fired up the computer, then the program I’d set up to pull in the camera feed. I had to re-purpose the old Dish antenna on the roof, running the cable line from the dish directly into the back of the computer and then modifying the input. The antenna was already turned in the general direction of the mansion, but if it needed adjusting I’d have to climb back up there in the morning. I worked through my subroutines until I detected the signal. Weak, but I was able to pull in a feed. I set it up to display on one of my monitors and then programmed the cameras only to transmit motion or sound, to preserve battery. I hoped we’d have what we needed and be in and out of there in a matter of days, but recording and transmitting was going to suck up battery quickly. Plus I didn’t want to waste time browsing through two days of blank tape. For now, I could see the area was dark right around both cameras, there were some lights around the building but none as high as the turret or as far back as the out building near the back wall of the property. There wasn’t much to see at the moment, but I knew they were working. I tweaked the settings as best I could. Not perfect, but best we were going to get. We had to make this work or all our efforts this evening would be for naught. That done, I padded my way back to bed. Given the cute little faint snores coming from the pillow, I suspected both of them were asleep already. Though as tired as I was, it was hard to take my eyes off the two tiny women sharing a pillow in the middle of my bed. I just watched them for a little while, their chests moving ever so slightly, so tough yet so fragile. Two beautiful women that fate has placed in my care. I reached over and stroked Melanie’s hair with my finger for a minute, brushing some loose strands from her face as she slept. At some point I finally dozed off. -------------------------- The next morning, as we ate breakfast, I mapped out where the equipment was parked, looking at the satellite image of the truck depot and figuring out how best to get in and get out. While still mulling over what I could do once I got access to the thing. I was starting to think that planting something that would feed data back – like a microphone – might make more sense than trying to disable it, given we hoped to break into the mansion in a matter of days … plus sabotage done hastily may tip them off to something going on before we were ready. I had a strategy developing in my head but to make it all come together, I needed several key pieces in place BEFORE these criminals figured out someone was on to them. I asked the girls if they both wanted to come along - noting that I’d have to do some sneaking in and that they may be hanging out in the car for a while if it took me a while. They both argued that they’d rather be along with me, that for all I knew, I’d need their help. Plus they’d be bored around the house. Melanie reminded me that I’d yet to build those catwalks I was sketching for her, so at the moment they were both still dependent on me to hoist them up to the kitchen table, the bathroom sink, the bed, etc … and Maria was in no shape to try climbing what to them were heights of 20 or 30 feet. So no, until I make it easier for them to get around the house, they were sticking with me. Relenting, I gathered some snacks and a water bottle for them and began loading up the car while they got ready, donning more appropriate outfits for a trip – even though they remained barefoot, the catsuit having been the one outfit with feet ‘built in’ for Melanie to use when she broke into Level 7. Most of what I’d packed for last night’s visit to the mansion, was still piled in the back seat, so there wasn’t much else to gather – just what I needed for this trip. I wanted to get over there early Sunday morning, hoping for minimal activity. I was sure the place would be busy by Sunday afternoon, with long haul haulers hitting the road to make their destinations on Monday and workers loading smaller trucks so they’d be ready to roll out Monday morning. Scooping up my two charges, I carried them to the car and set them in the passenger seat, then we hit the road. It was almost an hour’s drive to this depot, off the highway and well outside the city. I pulled out the snacks already, concerned they’d get bored on this drive – especially given they couldn’t even see the scenery along the way. They went straight into girl talk much of the way though, pretty much ignoring me until I told them we were almost there. I drove along the road just outside the facility, gauging whether I could safely drive in. There were plenty of trailers lined up in the lot, so I figured I could park between rows and stay out of sight. The daunting part of this was figuring out where this equipment was. From the description, I expected it would be on a pallet … and I was certain it was here somewhere based on the tracking information. Maybe 100 yards away from where I parked, I could see a long dock with a line of crates and pallets. There had to be dozens of them, all destined for different recipients. Could I even get over there safely to see? It struck me then – I still had the drone in the back seat. All I could think to do was look at each label and see if I could find one with their LLC name or the mansion address on it, and that was going to take a while. The drone did have a decent camera though. Maybe it would work. I looked around again to make sure nobody was around – I didn’t see anyone or anything moving, but I was sure that would change by afternoon. This was our only shot. SO I pulled the drone out of the back seat, set it down next to the car, started it up and then flew it high up, over to the dock and then slowly back down, just in-case there were cameras anywhere around. I dropped the drone down to over over the first pallet and then searched for the bill of lading, glad that large shipments like these often had large addresses and pouches full of paperwork. I found the first one easily, but no luck. Not a big surprise. I came up with a flight pattern to try to cover them all without skipping any. On to the next one, then the next, then the next … down to the end of the first block. Then on to the second block. And then the third. A half hour had gone by and the girls were getting stir crazy, wondering what I was doing. Finally a stroke of luck, in the fourth block of pallets I hit pay dirt. I had to remember, fourth block, third back from the door. Bolted down with lag bolts. Some strapping but only to attach padding on the edges, so there were some gaps. I flew the drone back and then tried to think through how this would work. This little microphone could fit anywhere along the outside, but it had to go somewhere where it wouldn’t be obvious – and ideally somewhere well out of eyesight. The microphone itself was about the size of a tic tac candy, but the battery pack attached to it included 3 watch batteries, as I needed enough signal to transmit. I had it on the same frequency as the cameras, so it could piggyback onto that signal once it was close enough. How to get it there … I mulled on it for a minute. Just as I was thinking about it, Melanie had climbed up on the passenger door handle and popped her head up to the open window. She chirped “Need any help?” My first response was “No, no, it’s fine … “ but then I started thinking for a minute. “Actually … you can say no if you aren’t comfortable with it, but … do you want to take another drone ride?” A grin crept across her face. “I thought you’d never ask!” Now I recalled her reaction last night when I went to unstrap her from the bottom of the drone. She’d acted like it was a thrill ride at the amusement park. Deep down she was a little daredevil. Who knew? She added, “Just tell me what you need me to do.” I said, “Okay. I have this tiny microphone.” I held it up for her to see. It was much smaller and lighter than the cameras. “We need to place it on that equipment, but it needs to be someplace hidden. SO like under one of the feet, or under something that they won’t see. Here’s the tricky part. The equipment has shrink wrap around the outside. Not the whole outside, but much of it. SO … I could land the drone atop it, but you’d need to climb out, enter the gap in the wrapping, fasten the microphone securely, then climb back up to the drone so I can bring you back.” She looked a little daunted for just a moment but shook it off and gave me a fleeting smile. “Okay, got it.” I gave her a serious look. “Now if anything goes wrong … I’ll try to position the drone so I can see with the camera, but if it looks like you’re in trouble … ” She waved me off. “I’ll be fine. What could go wrong?” I took the mitten out of the glove box – the one we’d used yesterday – and began fastening it to the underside of the drone. This time though, I wasn’t going to tie her down – I was using it like a hammock for her to lay in, so she’d be able to climb out and climb back in. Doing it that was a little trickier and I wasted more time with it than I’d planned, looping twine through the stitching on the sides a few times, but finally I had it ready to go. “Ready?” I said as I reached for her. She let me scoop her up and carry her over to the drone. I searched for something to prop it up on and settled on a box and an old tire in the trunk, so that the middle would sit off the ground. She walked over to the drone and climbed up in the ‘hammock’ and got settled. I reached under and handed her the microphone, which she tucked in next to her in the hammock. Once she gave me the tiny thumbs-up, I slowly lifted off, raising the drone up into the air and then over to the warehouse dock. It took me a minute in the air, counting off the sections and rows, making sure I was landing on the right pallet. Then I lowered it gently, a couple feet, a few inches … and realized I couldn’t lay it flat, or the weight of the drone would be on her and she wouldn’t be able to climb out. I really needed to get some legs for that thing, I thought to myself as I bonked my palm to my forehead like the people in the old V8 juice commercials. That wasn’t going to help now though, was it? I sighed and focused on hovering just a couple inches above the top of the equipment, giving her room to crawl out. She figured out my predicament and I saw her start moving, backing out of the hammock and then retrieving the microphone and battery pack, which she slung over her shoulder. Now she was standing atop the equipment, looking for a gap in the plastic wrap that she could slip through. She found one near the top and started working her way to it, on all fours to keep from slipping. At least the wrap was flexible enough that if she had to grab fistfulls of it to climb up or down with, she could and the resulting tiny wrinkles wouldn’t be noticeable to someone looking at it from outside. She found the gap and put both hands on the plastic wrap, weaving her legs through it and then starting her descent. From the camera I could barely make her out, and then in another minute she’d disappeared inside. Anxious to make sure she was okay, while not having a way to communicate with her, I moved the drone and set it atop an adjacent pallet, the camera turned so that I could see the side. I peered into the display, looking closely for any movement. Finally after a tense couple minutes, I saw something. She was inside, behind the plastic, and near the base where the equipment was bolted to the pallet. Through the distorted image, I saw her look at the camera and wave, as if she was saying ‘bye,’ before she all but disappeared behind the fog of layers of plastic wrap. All I could do now was wait. -------------------------------- -------------------------------- Melanie took a moment to catch her breath and look around. It was a little claustrophobic in here, she thought, with the dim lighting filtering through the plastic, leaving lots of shadows. It was stuffy too, and dusty despite the wrapping that seemed to go on for miles. She sneezed after jumping into some of that dust at the end of her climb down, glad there was nobody around to hear her and come investigate. She stood on a splintery wood platform, with a massive piece of equipment hovering above her. She had no idea what it did, just remembering some talk about lasers. There were four steel legs, each attached to the wood with a bolt nearly as wide as her foot. Then above that, maybe even with her chest, there was a cabinet with two hinged doors. The handles were held together with a plastic pull strap. In the back of that cabinet seemed like it would be a good place to hide the microphone, if only she could get inside. Above that were pipes and thick plastic tubes coming out of the cabinet and attaching to something with switches and knobs, some parts with lenses like photographers use, and some other boxes that didn’t have any clear function. Her honey probably knew what they did, he had a propensity for anything scientific, but he wasn’t here for her to ask. For this mission she was on her own. She took a careful step, avoiding a splinter the size of her arm sticking out from the gap between the boards. She had to step lightly, things like that could do some serious damage to someone her size. She peered into the dark space between the boards, judging the distance to the concrete to be about the height of her thigh. She mused for a moment, that it might have been easier if he’d set her down on the ground and she’d just climbed up between the slats. But that was neither here nor there, she was here now, microphone slung over her shoulder like an overnight bag, and she had to figure out how to get into that cabinet. She’d already decided that was the best place. Stuffed in the corner, it would be out of sight and it wouldn’t easily come unlodged. Stepping back for a moment, she studied the doors. Would they pull open just enough for her to squeeze in? She felt around the bottom of the door. The gap between the doors was enough for her tiny hand to fit in between. She reached in, her little fingers finding the other side of the door, and she tugged. Ugh, nothing. She tried both hands. A little movement but there had to be some sort of catch there, she had to get it past that. Letting go for a moment, she thought and looked around. She needed a wedge. Then she wondered if that huge wood splinter would do. If she could figure out how to break it off. She took the microphone down off her shoulder and found a safe place to lay it down on the wood while she tried to solve her problem. Yes the splinter was the size of her arm – and probably the length of her leg – but would it be enough to nudge the cabinet door over the catch? She looked around it, gauging where best to stand, which direction to pull, and hoping she had the might to do it. Sitting with her legs hanging over the edge of the wood, she reached into the gap between the boards to get a solid grip on the splinter with both hands, and then heaved. She heard a snap as the piece broke off, sending her tumbling onto her back. She’d managed to hold on, but wished she had gloves. The wood was rough on her hands. Slowly getting back up, holding her prize, she made her way back to the seam between the cabinet doors. She worked the tip of her wedge into the space between the cabinet door and the base, expecting that was where the catch was that she couldn’t get past. She just needed to raise the door a hair as she pulled on it, and hoped this would do it. Then working both hands into the gap between the doors, and pressing her side against the base, she heaved with all her might. This time she felt the door slip over the catch. It wasn’t enough to make it through, but if she could do the same to the other door, she felt she could get through the gap. Whoever fastened the pull-tie on the door handles up there, at least there was a little slack for her to work with. So she worked her wedge free, placed it under the other door, got her hands in the gap and heaved. The door swung out over an inch, the wedge falling free. She almost tumbled herself, but managed to get her feet under her before falling between the wood slats. That would be a nasty fall – not to mention dangerous due to the aforementioned splinters. She let go and caught her breath for a moment, then took a look at the gap, judging it wide enough to climb in. Going to get the microphone, she brought that over first and lifted it up into the gap. Then she put both hands on the base and lifted herself through. She scraped her shoulder on the edge of one of the doors and cursed, but she made it up, turning herself into a sitting position on the base and then lifting her legs through. It was dark inside, the only wan light coming from the crack in the doors. She slowly stood up, her eyes taking time to adjust so she could see. The cabinet held something that looked like a big transformer, and there were cables running from it through holes in the sides of the cabinet. The rest she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t need to understand it, she just needed to get the microphone stashed someplace safe, where it would stay put and not be seen. She half-saw and half-felt her way around the side of the transformer, taking small steps and testing the surface with her bare foot to make sure she wasn’t stepping in a hole – or on something sharp – while running her hands along the equipment. She got to the back and realized it was so dark, she wasn’t sure where would be best to put the microphone. Bending down on all fours, she felt her way around, looking for a safe place she could wrap the microphone so she could get out of there. She felt some sort of cable along the floor, bracketed down. Thinking this would work, she lifted the microphone off her shoulder and tried to slip it under the cable. She had to tug with both hands to lift the cable, but it moved enough that she could nudge the microphone with her foot, letting go of the cable when it felt like it was in a good spot and wouldn’t move. As she carefully stood up, that’s when something just didn’t feel right. Just as she took a first step, she suddenly felt a jolt that knocked her down, then her stomach flipped as the whole cabinet – the whole pallet – rose up and started moving. Pressing her ear to the metal, she could hear the sound of an engine whirring. Shit, how the hell was she supposed to get out of here – and where was the drone that was supposed to fly her back? --------------------------- From a distance, all I could do is sit and wait. It was excrutiating, watching for any sign that she was safe and on her way back to the pickup point. I had the drone camera running, as it sat on an adjacent pallet, but sight was very limited. I had binoculars as well, which I’d packed last night, but they weren’t much good when there were several other pallets between hers and the edge of the dock, blocking my direct line of sight. It was killing me just waiting, unable to see anything around. I decided to raise up the drone, hover it just over the pallets, to see if there was a better view at a different angle. I turned it around, looking at the pallet from different angles. Then suddenly I caught movement. I turned the camera just in time to see two workers there, one of them boarding a forklift. Shit. I had to get out of sight for a minute, let them pass and hope Melanie was ready for pickup by the time they left. I flew the drone up in the air, hovering near the overhang at the edge of the building, in hopes it would blend in with the eaves. Next thing I knew, they were driving the forklift directly at OUR pallet. Of all the more than a hundred pallets on this dock, this is the ONE they were going to get? Sure enough, they drove right at it and hoisted it off the ground. Shit, shit, shit! I thought I was going to lose it. I was in panic mode. I tried to take some deep breaths and calm myself for a moment. It was just two guys, right? Could I take them out like I did those scientists? I thought about grabbing the crowbar in the trunk, though the ones they use for spare tires are pretty wimpy, I needed something bigger. Before I could think of anything – and having taken my eyes off the camera for just a few moments – they were out of my sight. I spun the drone around frantically – bumping the eaves and almost sending the drone spiraling – before I saw them – they were already loading it onto a truck! They backed the forklift off the truck and shut the door, like they were in a hurry. I thought the tracking said Monday, not Sunday! Sure enough, they parked the forklift and walked back to the truck to get in. I flew the drone back as fast as I could, threw everything in the back seat, ran to the front seat and started the car like a madman. Maria looked up, a worried look on her face as she said “Um, where’s Melanie?” All I could say was “She’s on that truck!” as I pulled out, watching the truck start to move, knowing Melanie’s life was at stake if I lost sight of that truck. |
1693115161 | melanie27 | As the truck turned out of the lot and onto the main road, I pulled out from the rows of trailers I was hiding between and turned onto the road behind them, trying to keep a distance but determined not to lose sight of that truck. I was sick to my stomach already for letting this happen. I had no way to communicate with Melanie and couldn’t imagine what she may be thinking. Was she panicking too? Did she even realize she was on a truck? Duh, of course she’d have figured that out by now. But what were we supposed to do? Wait for the truck to stop and then I’d rush on board and try to free her? Was she able to hold on and not fall? I had a sinking feeling for a moment, an image of her falling out the bottom of the pallet and getting flattened. No, she was smarter than that, she’d have held on somehow. But I was going to keep worrying my head off until I had her back and safe. This was supposed to be a local delivery, requiring a liftgate, that was the whole reason the pallet was taken off a long-haul truck and parked at this dock over the weekend. So unless there were other stops, the truck could be moving until it got to the mansion. Once there I had no idea what we would do. We weren’t ready to break in yet – and once the pallet was inside, would they unpack it right away? We had to get her off that truck before they made the delivery. I just had no idea how. I was also looking so intently at the truck, so worried I’d lose track of it. Maria must have noticed that, as she said “Don’t we already know where they’re going?” That tripped my line of thinking for a moment. Which was probably good as I was stuck in a loop in my head. I thought for a second. “Yeah. You’re right. I just … I’m not sure how we get her out of there once they make the delivery.” “Oh.” “But … you’re right, if we lose them, we do know where they’re going. I’d almost forgotten. I’m just worried sick, you know?” “I am too, but going frantic isn’t going to solve the problem. I thought you were supposed to be some kind of genius. Stop and think for a minute.” Damn she was good. I kept driving, but I started thinking. She chimed in, “By the way, was this whole trip to sabotage the thing they’re building? What was Melanie supposed to be planting on it?” “Ooh … actually it was a microphone.” “Umm … a microphone?” “Yeah. My thought was we could hear what’s going on, get some intel while they’re working, figure out how far along they are, maybe some clues on their plans, who else is there … intel.” So she stated the obvious. “So if she has a microphone, can’t she speak to us?” Shit. “Ahh … okay. I’m not sure if we can get a signal yet, but when she’s closer to the mansion we will. I set the frequency to piggyback on the camera signal. But … soon as we get to a stoplight … “ It was a couple minutes before we hit a stoplight, as we got closer to the city. It did seem like the truck was heading straight to the northern suburbs though. We were still close behind them – just a couple cars in between us. For now. Even though the rational part of me knew we could catch up with them because we knew were they were making the delivery, the emotional part of me didn’t want to let that truck out of my sight just in case I was wrong. At the stoplight I quickly reached down to the floorboards and pulled up my laptop. I opened it up, logged in and set it on the passenger seat next to Maria. “Can I talk you through what to do while I’m driving?” She gave me a dubious look. “Sure.” She got up gently onto her knees so she could get up on the edge of the laptop and reach the keys. I felt bad, she was supposed to be recuperating and shouldn’t be putting much weight on that leg while it was healing. As I drove, trying not to take my eyes off the truck for more than a moment or two, I tried talking her through the steps to securely link the laptop to my desktop at the house and call up the program that was receiving the feed from the cameras. The microphone would tie into those cameras as soon as it was close enough … though that might not be until it was at least in the neighborhood. I hadn’t gone through this scenario with Melanie … not even with myself. I never thought we’d be in this situation. Over the next 30 minutes of driving, trailing the delivery truck but trying not to get too close, Maria watched the screen intently, listening for any signal while watching the feed from the two cameras we placed last night. I could tell she was frustrated, not knowing how Melanie was doing and not hearing anything either. I was just as frustrated – with myself for putting her in a position for this to happen. It was just too risky. ---------------------------- Melanie wished she’d had a flashlight or something, even a match. Inside the cabinet was pitch black. She’d felt her way over to the other side where she’d climbed in via the gap in the cabinet doors, but even that was engulfed in darkness. She suspected from the sounds and vibrations that the machine was on a truck. Knowing this was meant to be the final leg of the journey, she made her way slowly to the back of the cabinet, where she’d placed the microphone. This was as good a hiding place as any. If this machine was on its way to the mansion, then she may as well hunker down for the trip. They already knew it was headed there, and if she tried to escape now, there’s no way they’d find her, not with 50 miles in between and no way for her to call for help. Calling for help. “Shit” she mumbled to herself. It dawned on her just then. The microphone. “He’ll be able to hear me, won’t he?” She knelt down next to the microphone and began whispering, “Can you hear me?” It was a long shot – but she didn’t have anything else to do for the next however long it would take to reach the mansion. Either way, regardless, it looked like she was headed there – and probably headed inside. Wherever they were going to assemble this second machine, that’s where she was headed. The whole idea was to try to figure out where it was and how far along they were, wasn’t it? Well, now she was going to infiltrate the mansion. Whether she was ready or not. She kept trying every couple minutes, unsure if he heard her or not … or how long the range of the microphone was … or if anyone was even listening. Well surely he’d have figured THAT out by now, wouldn’t he? Thinking about infiltrating the mansion itself .. she wished she had the cat suit, but those goons had ruined it – they actually CUT the top off of her. The memory of that made her shudder. What the fuck was she getting herself into? ---------------------------- Finally I recognized the neighborhood where the mansion was. So the truck had no other stops, just this one. Meaning I may not have an opportunity to rescue Melanie before the pallet was delivered. “Fuck!!” Maria just looked at me for a minute. I glanced over and saw the camera feeds, I could see a couple of people walking out to the big drive where the multiple garages were. They must have realized the truck was arriving. It meant we were close. “Sorry.” I looked at Maria with sad eyes. “I’m just frustrated. If that pallet goes through the gates, then she’s inside the compound. I don’t know how to rescue her. I haven’t made a plan that far yet. I figured I’d have a day or two to scope out the facility, the security and stuff and come up with a game plan. How to get in and how to get out.” Maria was shushing me out of my rambling. There was sound. “Can you hear me?” It was Melanie’s voice. Static-y, but enough to make out. My heart wrenched, I had no way to respond. “Honk if you can hear me.” Without hesitating, I laid on the car horn. Before realizing we were trying not to be noticed in this neighborhood, not just by the delivery men who we’d been tailing the whole way from the warehouse. Geez. “I hope that’s you. It looks like I’m going in. I’m here now, I may as well make the most of it. I’ll report back when I can.” Maria and I looked at each other for a long moment. I fought back a curse. Deep down I knew she was going to do this regardless of what I said, if I could even reach her. She wouldn’t pass up this opportunity to see the mansion from the inside. I was worried sick though. I had no idea how we were going to get her back out of there. -------------------------- As the truck stopped, Melanie braced herself, knowing the pallet would be moving soon. Sure enough, she heard the truck moving again, just for a minute, then stopping again. The rumbling stopped. They must have turned off the engine. Then a few minutes later, she heard the rolling door echoing through the back, and then a very faint sliver of light from where the cabinet doors gapped. Before long, the sound of a pneumatic lift and the clanking of a pallet jack before the cabinet began to rise up, in small jolts. Soon she felt everything roll and turn and jostle as she suspected the pallet was being wheeled onto the lift and lowered to the ground. She could hear voices, not as clear as she’d like, but definitely more than one voice. A few minutes later she heard the truck starting up, the grumble sounding a little different now that she was outside. The grumbles grew distant as the truck pulled off. Now she was here. This was it. Butterflies in her stomach. She had no idea what to expect. Suddenly she gasped as the memories of her – thankfully brief – last encounter with the goons, came flooding back. Then, they were trying to question her, find out how she got out of the house they placed her in – and how she got back to Level 7. Now what would they do, knowing she had at least two accomplices? Would they kill her on sight? Would they torture her? Rape her repeatedly? She recalled how helpless she felt once they caught her in the lab – how helpless she felt when her siblings were abusing her – and her head began spinning. She was on the verge of hyperventilating. What did she just get herself into? Her panic attack was interrupted by the sound of ripping plastic. They were unwrapping the machine. There was nothing she could do now but hide. |
1693115165 | melanie28 | It had been at least an hour since the delivery truck pulled off. I sat there in the car, Maria in the passenger seat watching the laptop intently. She’d hardly taken her eyes off the screen for more than a moment or two, afraid she was going to miss something important. I was at a loss at the moment myself. Melanie’s last words repeated themselves in my head. “It looks like I’m going in … I’ll report back when I can.” What were we supposed to do, sit here and wait for her to report back? Obviously. Even if I were to try and break in – and in broad daylight I wouldn’t get far – I wouldn’t know where to look. We’d watched the activity on the drive through the camera we placed atop the turret. It wasn’t a direct view, I wish we’d been able to place it on the side rather than facing the front of the property, but we were lucky at the time to even get the camera there to begin with – and lucky it hadn’t been found yet. We had watched the truck pull off and three people standing around the pallet, when one of them pulled out a tool and began cutting away the plastic wrapping. All I could do was hope Melanie’s hiding spot was sufficient, if they’d caught her then and there, what could I do? After the plastic was off, I held my breath as they walked around the equipment, inspecting it. I waited agonizing minutes as they took their time looking, pointing, opening the cabinet doors, lifting panels. Wherever she was hiding, she’d found a good spot, as they eventually moved on and motioned for someone to come move the machine. One of the security guards came out from one of the garages with a pallet jack, collected the pallet and pulled it through a side double door into the mansion. At that point we lost sight of it on the cameras. ------------------- ------------------- By the rumble of the equipment surrounding her, Melanie could sense that the machine was rolling over uneven ground, and then over a bump, and then over a hard floor. Definitely not concrete, she could feel regular bumps as the wheels rolled over what she suspected was tile. They had to be inside the mansion now. Outside, she held her breath, trying not to panic, as the cabinet doors were opened. She was laying as flat as she could across the back of whatever it was – she suspected some kind of generator – that was inside that cabinet. All it would take was for someone to shine a light inside and catch a bit of skin or cloth, or perhaps a foot not sufficiently hidden, for her to be captured. Luckily it was only a cursory scan, maybe a check for damage or to confirm the equipment was what they’d ordered. Later on, if they actually started working with the machine, she wouldn’t be so lucky. She had to get to a safer place before that happened. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tremor as the machine rolled over another threshold and into what seemed like an enclosed room. She had the sensation of walls tight all around her. Like an echo chamber. Then she felt a rattle and a sinking feeling like she was on a roller coaster going down a hill. It didn’t take long to figure out they were on an elevator. So did they have a basement laboratory? A soft thud told her they’d hit bottom. It wasn’t a long trip, did they go down one floor, or more than one? She couldn’t tell. Not from her hiding spot. But she couldn’t dare move now, she’d be caught in a heartbeat. She kept still and quiet as the elevator doors opened with a clang and the machine rolled over another threshold and onto a gravely surface. That was odd. Wasn’t this the basement of the mansion? Wouldn’t it have been fixed up as living space at some point? Or maybe they did go one level deeper underground. Like a sub-basement. That might make sense, if they were trying to hide all this from the world. Though it would make it harder to escape too. She sighed. No, best to keep her wits about her and her senses perked for any clues. Any information she could get. At some point, if she were to escape, it was on her now. ------------------- ------------------- Maria and I watched the laptop screen intently, with the volume cranked high. Neither of us wanted to take a chance of missing if Melanie tried to reach us again over the microphone. Wherever she’d stashed it on the machine, she may have been hiding in the same spot. Either way, they hadn’t seen her when they took their walk around the machine outside. As we watched, the machine, on a pallet jack, was hauled through a side door into the main building. We lost sight of it on the camera as it got close, but we’d seen the trajectory and we could hear the bumps as it rolled over a threshold and into the building. At that point all we could do was wait, listen and hope for clues. ------------------- ------------------- The machine finally stopped moving. Melanie could feel the pallet drop to the ground, followed by the clanking of the pallet jack as it was backed out and away. She tried to listen closely as it rattled along, being pulled by someone … about 15 seconds later she heard the metal wheels bang against a threshold and then roll onto a hard surface. If that was the elevator, they were taking it back up – and 15 seconds meant it had to be close, maybe 20 steps for a ‘normal’ person? She got a little introspective for a moment. Was she still normal? Her boyfriend had treated her like she was. So did Maria. Though the list kinda stopped there, didn’t it? She sighed. Snapping out of her thoughts, she listened closely to see if the coast was clear. She heard the elevator doors close. Then a moment of silence. But only a moment. She heard footsteps, coming closer. Then a voice called, from further away. “Bob, c’mon. We can work on that this afternoon. I’m hungry.” The hairs on the back of her neck shot up at the mention of Bob. She gasped, trying to clasp her mouth with her hands before any sound got out. Was she fast enough? Did they hear her? That was one of the two scientists that caught her on Level 7. Memories of the traumatic event flooded her like a tidal wave and she almost slipped down. Now that would really seal the deal and she had no idea if anyone could rescue her in time. She fought back the urge to puke and steeled herself. She had to get through this and find a way out. Bob grumbled. “Fine. We can get the grunts to take this thing off while we eat. The sooner we’re operational here, the sooner we can be done with Advanced Future and that pesky Caulfield.” “Have you decided what you’re doing with the other machine?” “Sabotage. After we remove the element it would be unusable anyway, but … “ Bob stopped to snicker for a moment, “just imagine the look on their faces when they try to fire that thing up and it completely melts down. Destroys all the evidence, maybe most of the lab, and they’ll think it was just their own people fucking around. Plus whoever they send in to monkey around with the equipment won’t live to say what they did wrong anyway. It’ll be glorious.” “Any thoughts on our loose ends?” “Oh, not to worry. They’ll be taken care of. Both of them and their accomplice. All in due time.” Melanie tried not to panic. There wasn’t anyone else they could possibly be talking about. Did they know more than we thought they knew? Were they tracking us somehow? Were the others in danger right now and she’d have nowhere to go even if she escaped? “And what about our little slave girls?” “What about them?” “Well … I wouldn’t mind keeping them for myself.” Melanie shuddered. They had no intention of letting Becky go free, did they. Was she here? Who else were they talking about? “You know, they’re the reason Caulfield plays along. He’s scared shitless that we’re going to harm them. And he seems to think we’re going to restore them both and let them walk free.” He cackled. Seriously, he actually cackled. “So … it would be convenient if he were … near the lab when they start playing with the equipment.” “Isn’t his office one floor above the lab?” “True. I can easily take that into account. What’s a small explosion when you can have a big explosion?” Melanie gasped again, her hands so tight against her mouth that she was probably cutting off the circulation, out of fear of making a sound, any sound. These people were animals. Sick animals. They deserved to go to prison for the rest of their lives. Or worse. “Nice.” “So you seriously think they’ll let you keep them both?” “I sure hope so. It’s more fun keeping them together. Besides, it took me weeks to break in the young one.” “Frankly, I don’t mind you taking them. Though you should seriously think about keeping them separated. The worst thing you can do is give them hope. If they never see each other it’ll break them faster.” Then he grimaced. “Though you know … that bitch actually tried to bite me on my dick? She actually drew blood. I almost smashed her then and there, but at the time we still needed her pretty face on camera.” “The mother? Yeah, she took some work too. Feisty, that one. I’ve finally got them both trained like a pair of hounds. They jump for me.” He snickered. “Well, as much as they can with all the bruises, but threatening to snap a leg between my fingers just kinda drains the fight out of them, you know?” “Well if they’re maimed, they’re not worth as much. You might need to just put them down if they don’t heal. Otherwise it’s a lot of trouble. You can always get another one. Single women on the street that nobody’s going to miss? Dime a dozen.” “You have a point there. Be disappointing if I have to put down the mother, but oh you should have seen the look on the daughter’s face when I was about to snap that leg. Ever since, they both hop to attention, they beg me for scraps, they do anything I want them to do. And I mean … anything.” “Alright … but don’t get too attached to them. They’re basically livestock. In a few days we won’t need them anymore. But it’s the boss’s call, not mine.” Melanie was in tears at this point, trying desperately not to make a sound and on the verge of falling apart. She struggled to maintain a hold on herself. Her life was at stake if they found out she was here. Her head was spinning. Not only Becky, who they knew about, but her mother – Mr. Caulfield’s wife – as well? How on earth did they manage that? No wonder he was so afraid to cross them. He was letting them do whatever they wanted on Level 7, giving them whatever resources they asked for, and staying out of their way, out of fear that they’d kill his wife or daughter. With both of them here, they probably figured they could kill one if he steps out of line and still have the other as insurance. Sick bastards. And here, they not only had no plans to free them, they might just kill them both anyway – and kill him just so he doesn’t ask any questions. She snapped out of her latest malaise when she heard them speak again. “Let’s go get some lunch then.” “Alright, I’ll just check on my slave girls, I’ll be up in a minute.” “Don’t you need to feed them?” “Nah, the feeder’s full, it should last them a few days.” “Fine, meet you upstairs.” At that she heard footsteps and then the sound of motors as the elevator came down, the doors clanking open and then shut again. She listened for footsteps after that – this Bob may have gone upstairs but the other one was still here. Did that mean Mr. Caulfield’s family was down here somewhere? She couldn’t hear much – though it sounded as if the floor were gravely and not cement or tile. Did they dig this out? Or was it a hidden underground chamber? A bunker maybe? This was probably one reason they chose this place, not just for the security of gates and high walls. And a turret for cripes sake. The steps got fainter as she strained to hear. She could still hear them, so he hadn’t gone TOO far. But she struggled to make out the words. “… please!” That was a woman’s voice, faint despite being shouted. “Excuse me?” he boomed so loudly they could probably hear him upstairs. “Please, master. Let her rest. She’s still bleeding from last time.” He scowled. “Then I expect a better show next time I return. She should be grateful that I let her live another day. Her sole purpose in life is to serve me. I expect this cage to be clean the next time I visit.” “Yes master.” The footsteps came closer, almost stomping, but only lingered near the machine for a moment before heading past – towards the elevator. After the elevator doors closed, Melanie finally breathed. And cried. But she wasn’t the only one crying down in this hidden cavern. In the distance, in between her own whimpers of grief, she could hear the faint sound of crying from somewhere else down here. How was she ever going to get out of here? |
1693115167 | melanie29 | Maria continued to stare at the laptop screen, just watching and listening for any sign that Melanie was still okay. We’d been sitting for two hours. Knowing there wasn’t much we could do until we knew where she was and that if I had to try to break into the Mansion to rescue her, I had no chance at all until it was dark enough to hide my approach. Not that I had the clothes for stalking … I needed a dark outfit, not a bright tee shirt that would scream ‘intruder’ the minute I got close. But I was still mulling over my options. I was going in regardless, but I was hesitant to go all the way back to the house to change or grab supplies … and Maria would protest vehmently if I even suggested it. She did agree to let me run to the convenience store we’d passed a half mile back. She stayed in the car, where I’d plugged in the laptop to the car adapter to recharge the battery, while I ran in to use the restroom and grab something to eat. I tore off a piece of my turkey sandwich for her to munch on. Knowing Melanie was in the mansion, I’d focused the back camera – the one atop the outbuilding in back – on the back doors of the mansion, in-case she tried to go out that way, though I knew it wasn’t likely. She certainly wouldn’t be pushing a door open by herself. If she got out it would be through a crack somewhere, a small window if she could lever it open a few inches, something like that. No way for us to monitor those areas with the camera – and the one on the turret was more to pick up activity around the drive and front gate, I couldn’t angle it down enough to pick up doors or windows. Also, neither would give us any sound clues unless we heard people shouting that they were looking for a tiny trespasser. Or escapee. I frowned at that thought, it would mean they’d found her. Speaking of cameras got me thinking. The drone! Though it had already gotten use this morning and quite a bit yesterday. I dug around through the jumble of supplies in the back floorboards looking for a charging cable. Last thing we needed was the drone losing power and crashing in the yard. So that settled, I went back to having lunch, offering Maria another capful of water to wash down her snippet of sandwich. She gave me a funny look as she waved off the water. “So … how do I … where do I …” It took me a moment (duh) to figure out what she meant. “OH. Umm … okay … I don’t suppose you want me to bring you in to the convenience store, I can just look away while you do … what you need to do?” It may have worked out well that I hadn’t left the parking lot yet. “What about Melanie?” “I’ll set this to record if any sound comes through – soon as we come back the car we’ll know if she tried to reach us. It’s not like we can reply, right? I mean, right now we’re just waiting for her to give us a clue. I can’t try to sneak in until it’s dark, or they’ll catch me before I make it over the wall.” “Well … alright. Go ahead.” So I set up the laptop to record any sound coming through, then threw on a hoodie so that I could ‘hide’ Maria as I carried her into the shop. She stood up and let me pick her up. I mused for a moment, that this was the first time I’d ever held Maria without Melanie nearby. Not that I was looking to mess around with Maria behind Melanie’s back, mind you. But Maria was a ravishing beauty in her own right. So under other circumstances I might have felt a tug of temptation. A throat clearing snapped me back to the here and now. I’d absentmindedly been holding her for a minute and stroking her arm with my thumb. “Ooh. SORRY. I just … “ She giggled. “It’s fine. Am I that distracting? But I need you to focus for a minute. I really do need to go.” “Okay. I’ll hide you in here, just stay still for a minute. Melanie’s done this several times and it’s worked fine.” I proceeded to slip her into the inside pocket of the hoodie. I felt her feet touch the bottom of the pocket, and then gave her a moment to get herself settled, before opening the car door and stepping out, heading back into the convenience store. And glad they weren’t busy for a Sunday afternoon. In the restroom, I grabbed a paper towel first and laid it down, then gently lay Maria upon it. I said “Wait there for a minute. This sink is filthy.” I proceeded to grab more paper towels and try to clean the sink for her. She gave me an amused look. “You don’t need to go through all that trouble, but I do appreciate it.” She smiled. As I finished, I offered my hand. She stood up and let me bring her over to the edge of the sink. “Okay. Do you need anything?” I turned to face the wall. “I’ll try to give you some privacy, just tell me if you need something.” She snorted. “Seriously? Do you do that for Melanie?” “I used to, yeah.” I turned back to look at her. “Until she told me she doesn’t mind me there. In fact … she kinda implied I was welcome to watch.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Though I always give her privacy if she asks for it. I’m just not comfortable doing something she doesn’t want me to do.” She smiled. “Alright. Then you and I have the same deal. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked. More than once. I’ll tell you if I’m not comfortable. Besides … I want you to hold my clothes so I don’t get them wet. It’s not like I brought extras.” At that she removed her skirt – pulling on the velcro at the waist – and held it out for me. I picked it up between my finger and thumb and lay it on the paper towel as neatly as I could. Then she removed her top and held it out for me. I wasn’t clear why she needed her top off, but who was I to question? She saw me gazing at her and smirked. “What, do you like what you see?” I sighed. “You KNOW I do. You look incredible.” She grinned ear to ear. “I appreciate that. It’s not like I’m going to get any dates right now … not like this.” She laughed. “Well, under any other circumstance I figure you’d be out of my league. Melanie too.” She frowned at me. “You really think that? Really? Trust me here, you’ve got more going for you that most guys I meet. You’re sweet, you’re funny, you’re probably the smartest guy I know, and you’re NOT bad looking either.” “You’re very kind to say that.” “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re pretty good in bed too. I can certainly vouch for that.” She smirked. “Now I’m not trying to steal you away, but she did say she’s open to sharing you, and I’m amenable to that.” I wasn’t quite sure what to say. In the ensuing silence, I’d hardly noticed she’d finished her business while we were talking. “Umm …” Yeah I’m sure I sounded flustered. “We should probably get back to figuring out how to rescue Melanie.” She sighed. “I know. But I REALLY need this distraction. Work with me here. Just a few minutes. Like you said, there’s nothing we can do. The more I sit there staring at the screen, the more I just get my nerves frayed. Five minutes. Trust me, I need this. Maybe you do too.” She winked. “Uh … “ “Alright then. First off, can you turn on the warm water so I can freshen up here?” I proceeded to turn on the water gently, testing it with my finger to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold. When I nodded that it was ready, she strode under the faucet and began to rinse herself down. “A little soap, pretty please?” I took a pump of soap in my hand and held it out for her. She scooped it up and lathered herself up, especially her chest and between her legs, then quickly rinsed off. As she stepped away from the water, I turned it off. “Okay now.” She looked up at me. “Do you remember a couple days ago when you dried me off and then, um, ravished me?” I blinked. “Ravished you? I … I thought I was being gentle!” “You are so funny. Don’t be panicked. I liked it. A lot. So .. here I am. Dry me please?” She looked up at me with the sexiest puppy-dog eyes. There was no way I could resist and she knew it. So I did gently pick her up. For a few moments I just held her in my hand, marveling at her beautiful curves and voluptuous breasts. “I need to be gentle, these paper towels may be rough.” She lay back as I gently blotted her dry, her arms and her chest and then her legs. She parted her legs for me to dry her there too. I brushed the side of her breast with my thumb and she stretched her arms wide, a contented smile on her face. I tried stroking her breast and teasing her tiny nipple, she closed her eyes and purred for me. Yep, this is exactly what she wanted me to do and she just sucked me in with her charms, didn’t she? Ah well, who was I to complain? I had a gorgeous woman in my hand asking me to ravish her. A lot of guys would kill for this. I lifted her up higher and kissed her stomach, then brushed my lip across her nipples, which I could feel were getting harder by the moment. I worked my way down her abdomen with my lips and then dipped my tongue between her legs, wrapping it around her ass and pussy. I stroked and teased her labia with the tip of my tongue, working it in just a tiny bit as her folds separated for me. With my other hand I lifted her legs up and folded them to her chest, so that I could wrap my lips around her entire ass. I continued with my tongue over all of her down there, feeling her contours and finding her more sensitive spots with the tip of my tongue, and soon she began bucking her hips in response to my ministrations. Within moments she was groaning, making enough noise that I cranked up the water faucet to mask the sound. We’d been in here at least 10 minutes, I wouldn’t be shocked if there were people standing outside the restroom waiting on us. At that thought I stepped up my caresses of her nether regions, while rubbing her breasts with my thumb, setting her off into the throes of orgasm. Just in time too, as the inevitable knock on the door came. I slipped her ass out of my mouth in time to blurt, “Out in a minute, sorry!” Maria gasped, suddenly snapping back to reality quickly. I bent down to kiss her a couple more times, as she was still coming down from her high, before grabbing her top and handing it to her. She worked it back on, pulling it over her breasts, her nipples still hard enough to show through the fabric. Then I grabbed her skirt and tried to put it on her myself, eliciting a snort from her as I fumbled with it one-handed while she dangled in my other hand. She adjusted it once I had the velcro fastened. Then I kissed her one more time and slid her back into the inner pocket of my hoodie, tossed the paper towels and left the restroom, making a beeline back to the car. Back in the car, I slid her out of my pocket and lay her back in the passenger seat. “Sorry that was so rushed at the end.” She grinned. “That’s okay. It’s the first time I ever had sex in a public restroom. Though Melanie may not believe it. She thinks I get around more than I do. Just between you and me?” She winked. “Alright. You really are damn sexy. We probably shouldn’t have done that, but someone just flat-out seduced me.” I smirked. Then I checked the laptop, still nothing had come through. “This is odd. We haven’t gotten any sound – NOTHING in over an hour. This was working for a bit from inside the mansion. So either something happened to it, or it’s somewhere that’s shielded. Dammit. I need some idea what I’m doing if I’m going to try to break in there tonight.” Then I thought for a moment. “Oh crap.” My fingers started flying on the keyboard as I went to pull up some of the last sounds we had recorded. I maxed the volume and replayed the sound. “Crap. Why wasn’t I thinking of this before?” Maria looked up at me, concern on her face. “What?” “That last sound. Let me play this again. Listen.” I replayed the last few moments. “Right there. The wheels are on tile and then they roll over a threshold, onto something smooth, and then there’s a chime and the sound of doors closing. What does that remind you of?” Maria scrunched her cute little nose for a moment. Then her eyes got big. “Shit. An elevator?” “Yep. I think that’s an elevator. That may be why we’re not getting a signal. She could be underground.” As the implications sunk in, I continued. “So … that gives me an idea where to go … but that doesn’t exactly make it easier. If there’s an elevator going down, there’d have to be steps too, wouldn’t there? There’s no way they’ve have built something under that mansion with only an elevator to get to it, right? That place is at least a hundred years old I would think. There must be another way down – or back up.” So I spent the next hour combing over the video footage from Saturday, to see if maybe there was a Bilco door or something coming directly from the basement to outside. ----------------------------- ----------------------------- Meanwhile … After the other scientist had left up the elevator, leaving the chamber in silence, Melanie finally let out the tears she’d been holding onto. For a few minutes she cried, before pulling herself together. She had to focus on getting out of here. But what about the others, should she try to rescue them too? Were they even well enough to keep up with her if she escaped, or would they be injured and hold her up long enough to be captured? First off she had to get out of this machine and to a safer hiding spot. She’d heard them saying they could send someone else down to remove the machine off the pallet while they had lunch – so she might not have much time. As she climbed out of her hiding space in the back of the cabinet and began to work her way to the doors, she remembered the microphone. Should she take it with her? It was her only way to communicate back to the others, assuming they were listening. Of course they would be listening, they were probably going nuts right now wanting to know if she was safe and figuring out how to get her out of here. She wished she could communicate two-ways and coordinate efforts somehow. But for now this was all she had. So she climbed back behind the generator and heaved with both arms to pull up the cable she’d slipped the microphone under, so she could slide it out with her foot. She picked it up, slung it over her shoulder, and while heading back around to the cabinet doors, she tried speaking. “Hey guys, it looks like I’m in some kind of sub-basement or bunker down here. I’m still looking for a way out. I think Mr. Caulfield’s wife and daughter are both down here somewhere too. Stay close and I’ll be back in touch soon.” HOPEFULLY they got all that. She kicked one cabinet door open with her feet, then climbed down onto the pallet. She walked over to where she could grasp the door again to swing it shut. Best not to give them clues that someone else was here, she learned that lesson back on Level 7! Standing on the pallet – and trying to avoid big splinters – she surveyed her surroundings in the dim light. She could see the elevator to her right – and yeah, this floor did look like it was dug out, there was gravel – or was that sand? - rather than tile. It definitely wasn’t the size of the mansion – though it probably sat underneath it – maybe under the original basement – but it appeared to be one long wide tunnel. She looked up. Was that corrugated metal? Geez, maybe this was a bomb shelter. But there had to be another way out … there had to be. It definitely wasn’t over here on this end though. There were a couple tables, some boxes and parts strewn about, a metal supply cabinet in the corner, but nothing to suggest a stairwell or even a ladder. Pressing on, she climbed down off the pallet and started walking in the direction she’d heard the two women earlier. Along the way she looked closely at the walls for possible hiding places, while listening for any sign of the elevator coming back down. If the elevator started moving, she had to hide quickly. Further down the tunnel was another workbench full of supplies, with boxes and wooden crates stacked nearby. She made note that there was a push-button telephone on the table. Did people still use those? Did it even work? If so, she might be able to reach the others that way, though she couldn’t tell from her vantage point. Damn, sometimes it sucks being this small! The tunnel branched off into a couple of alcoves. Down one of them, she could hear whimpering. Was this where the two women were being kept? She wasn’t sure if she had time to say anything to them, not yet, first she had to come up with a game plan to get out. For all she knew, they might turn her in just to be spared some kind of torture themselves. Best to wait until she had a way to escape, then come get them if she thought there’d be a way. Turning down the other alcove, what she saw was a little more promising. A ladder. Not a stair, that would have been easier to work with, but a ladder at least meant some way out. The rungs were wide and flat also, probably enough to sit and rest along the way. No chance of navigating that quickly, it would probably take an hour – or two if she dared try to rescue the others. She looked up at the top. At least it didn’t look very secure up there, she was afraid at first that there’d be some steel door or something. Instead, a rotted piece of plywood – with a … was that a gap even? Either way it looked promising. She could probably wedge that open wider, but she’d need to bring something up with her – a piece of metal maybe - to do that. So the shopping list was growing … rope for climbing, maybe some hooks if she got lucky, a piece of metal – maybe a tiny screwdriver, a tweezer, a piece of hacksaw blade? Whatever she could find that would work. For now though … As she started to think, she heard the elevator humming. She hurriedly searched for a hiding place, settling on behind the wooden crates she saw earlier, near the table with the telephone. She ran as fast as her tiny legs would take her, diving between the crate and the wall just as the elevator doors swung open. |
1693115169 | melanie30 | Melanie dove behind a wooden crate just as the elevator doors swung open. She froze in place but listened closely, hesitant to make a sound but anxious to know what was happening. The lights brightened, making her glad she was in the shadows. She heard voices – that meant more than one person down here. Great. It just meant a greater chance of someone catching her … though it did mean she had a better chance of getting some intel, if they would just speak clearly enough for her to hear … “Did they ever say where they want this thing?” “Not really. I say just take it down and set it wherever. I’m sure they’ll call us back down if they need it moved.” “Couple of wusses, they couldn’t do this themselves” one of them grumbled. “Yeah, though I thought we were security, not damn movers! And don’t let them hear you say that. They get this thing finished and they’ll start using it on people. I’m telling ya, I don’t want to end up like those two dames in the cage over there.” More grumbling. “You really think they’d do that?” “Those two? They may not be in charge, but they think they are. Sometimes I think it’s a miracle their heads fit through the door.” “Speakin’ of those chicks – ya ever gone and looked in their cage? What’s it like?” “Nah, I stay away from that stuff. Too much trouble.” “C’mon, ya never went over and looked at them? Well I think if we’ve gotta do this crap we at least deserve to go have a look. There’s fuckin’ two naked girls sittin’ over there waitin’ for us to go have a look. What’s the harm?” “Fine, but let’s get this done first. Hand me a socket wrench, will ya?” She heard some footsteps and then some digging around, followed by a metal door clanging. “Here.” This was followed by a couple minutes of metal tapping against metal, and then a scraping and some heaving as she assumed they were trying to maneuver the equipment off of the wooden pallet and onto the ground. There was some huffing and groaning and the sound of something dragging over the rough ground. “Think this is fine here?” “Yeah, leave it here. I guess stick that pallet over in the corner, I don’t know if they need it again or not. Easier than dragging it back upstairs.” “Alright then.” She heard some slapping of hands – or dusting? “I should have brought some towels down. I got grease on my hands.” “Then don’t be touching the girls, they’ll know.” “You think? They’re probably filthy themselves. Probably wouldn’t even notice.” She heard footsteps coming closer to her location, then just past it, turning down that alcove. Where the Caulfields were held in a cage. A few moments later she heard them speaking again. “Well would you looky there. Stand up here so we can see ya.” She heard tapping against the metal of the cage. “Now! You do what I ask, woman! Or I stick my hand in there and make you!” She heard whimpering. “Ah, that’s better. Yeah. More like it. Stick your chest out. Let me see that rack. Yeah! You too, stick your chest out. Come closer so I can see it all. Yeah that’s more like it.” Melanie thought to herself, yeah they sound like slobbering idiots. She almost hoped they’d get caught down here with their pants down, though a bigger part of her just wanted them to go away. “Hey, you should tell them to bend over. Give us a good look.” “Yeah. Oh yeah. Okay girlies, turn around and bend over. Yeah yeah. Bend over. Yeah. You, spread your legs more. Yeah. That’s it. Mmmm. Yeah. Oh yeah. How’s that.” “Yeah, that’s the ticket. Hey, can you get them to do anything else?” “Ooh. Damn. Yeah. Okay, you. Yeah you. Yeah I’m talking to you. Stand up. No, not you. Just that one. Yeah. Okay … uh … yeah, yeah. Okay. Now listen up. Now grope your tit with your hand. Yeah, just like that. Yeah. And … yeah, keep doing that, yeah, but put one hand on her ass. Yeah the other one. Don’t look at me like that, just DO IT.” A little voice piped up, “But … but that’s … my step mother.” “Mmm, even better!” he growled. “Now do it! Hand on her ass, NOW! Yeah, do it! Good. Now squeeze it. Yeah.” Then he barked, “Shit, Harold! What the FUCK are you doing?” “Uh, uh, uh, fuck man, this is hot!” “Dammit man, they could come down here any minute! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You want them to come down here and you’ve got your damn pecker stickin’ out? Put that thing away. You think I wanna see it? Shit man, let’s just get going before they come down here.” “Damn, sorry man, but you gotta admit that’s hot, that’s like goin’ to the strip club for free.” “Shit. Fine, but clean yourself up, dammit. We can’t be caught over here, ya know?” Heavy sigh. “Fine. Fine. Let’s get going.” She heard heavy footsteps and some foot dragging, some kicked pebbles flying against the crates near her, but they didn’t come any closer. A few moments later she heard the elevator and then things went silent. The lights dimmed a moment later. They must be on a sensor or something. Apparently – luckily? - she was too small to set it off, they sure didn’t come on when she was exploring. ---------------------------- ---------------------------- I’d been digging through yesterday’s drone footage, looking for signs of an outside entrance. Nothing that screamed ‘basement’ that I could find. I could identify the doors – four of them around the house – but none that clearly went down, they all looked like they probably went to the main level. Maria could see a hint of frustration on my face. “You’ve been at that for almost an hour. Do you want to take a break?” I started to scowl but recovered quickly. It wasn’t her I was frustrated with. “Sorry. I just can’t find a way directly into the basement. At least nothing that’s obvious.” “Hmm, too bad you don’t have blueprints or something.” I was about to speak but halted at her words. “What?” “I said it’s too bad you don’t have blueprints or something. Why? What’s wrong?” “Ooh, Maria, you’re a genius! Nothing’s wrong, you just gave me a great idea!” She looked at me funny. “I did?” On impulse I reached down and scooped her up and planted a kiss on her head. “You did!” Then I paused for a moment, seeing the look of surprise on her face. “Oh, sorry. I should have asked first. I’m so sorry.” I went to set her back down. She giggled. “It’s okay! It’s fine! Don’t worry!” “You’re sure? I should have asked first. I just got excited.” “Yeah, it’s fine! This from the guy I just had sex with in a public restroom an hour ago?” She threw her head back in laughter. “But ok, now you’ve gotta tell me, why are you so excited?” “Blueprints!” “Umm … “ she scrunched her cute little nose. “Like where are you going to get those? I doubt they keep that kinda stuff sitting around.” “Yeah, but … this place is old … maybe even historic register. So if they did any digging, expanded the basement, even renovated, they’d have to submit plans. So … “ “So how do we get those?” “Hmm … well that, my dear, we can search online. Even the old stuff they used to have in microfiche they are in the process of scanning in. So no guarantee, but let’s give it a try.” I jumped back onto the laptop and began navigating … first back to the recorder of deeds office to identify the parcel number for the mansion property. I’d written it down before, but it was back at the house. A few minutes later, that in hand, I tracked down the county zoning board’s website and began running a search using that parcel number. The system was agonizingly slow … and our limited internet out here wasn’t helping. I had a 5G adapter on the laptop, but still, it was much slower than the cable wi-fi at home. So we waited. And waited. The car was still running all this time, given we had multiple items plugged in and charging … I wished I’d stopped off for gas when we ran to the convenience store. We were down to a quarter tank so I’d need to go fill up sometime soon. Pulling out, I headed to the nearest gas station, parked, shut off the car and proceeded to fill up. We quite possibly may need the car to run all afternoon/evening and still be able to get away quickly in the middle of the night, if I could figure out a rescue and make it work. I stuck my head in the window to ask Maria if she needed anything else to eat, she was fine so I just filled up and hopped back into the car. I saw a fast food restaurant a couple doors down and pulled in there, hoping to nab a better wi-fi or at least a faster data connection. As luck would have it, I was able to get a decent wi-fi there, parked right near the back of the building, and then went back to my search. There were several hits coming up, hopefully with the faster connection it wouldn’t take forever to pull up the filings. The most recent filing was just a variance for the masonry wall that surrounded most of the property. That didn’t really help. I went back further, found another filing about 10 years ago and pulled that up, it dealt with the elevators and involved some internal renovations to remove one of two staircases in the mansion to make way for the shaft, going up 5 levels. What? Did I read that right? I had a double-take for a moment. The mansion appeared to be 3 stories tall, aside from that presumptuous turret, which I really doubted the elevator would go up to given it was tall, narrow and jutted up from a far corner of the building. So how were they getting 5 levels? I chalked it up as an odd mystery, downloaded a copy of the documents for future reference, and kept digging. Finally half an hour later, I came across a more promising record. This was a major project that apparently required a surveyor and multiple contractors, as well as a formal hearing before the zoning board. But this was from the 1950’s. I was lucky they even had this scanned into the database yet, a few years older and I’d have to go to the county offices and dig through the microfiche files to find it. But what was it? A major addition? The garages? No, I’d come across the garages already and those were built on open ground. This was something else. I kept reading through pages and pages of notes, until … “Holy crap.” Maria perked up and looked at me. “Huh? What?” “Well this explains why we’re not getting a signal.” “You said it may be underground – like a basement?” “Not just a basement. I’d have never thought of this. But being as it was in the 50’s, I suppose it makes more sense now.” “What? Out with it!” “There’s a friggin’ fallout shelter under the mansion. Like deep. Like … if I’m reading this right … at least 25 feet underground and lined in concrete all the way around.” “So … how is Melanie supposed to escape from THAT?” She gave me a worried look. “Well, we think they built that elevator deep enough … that explains the 5 levels … it must go down to that level and they built a connector, or maybe built it to come down adjacent to the shelter. But that was barely 10 years ago. So … there had to be a way in and out of it before that.” I scanned the pages looking for a clue. “Bingo! There’s an access hatch and a tube that comes up to the surface. Now … there’s no way that comes up in the middle of the house, so it’s got to be somewhere on the grounds.” “Umm, what would we be looking for?” “Most likely, some metal or concrete tube – gotta be big enough for someone to walk down, maybe big enough to fit boxes of supplies at least – and it would have to be coming up at least a foot, maybe two feet above ground.” “Why’s that?” “Otherwise every time it rains the water would be running into it. Though … shit … that also means the cover might be watertight. Especially if it was for a fallout shelter, it might be sealed like a vault. So nothing Melanie could get open, I’m hoping I can even get it open myself. So I’ve got to get in there to try and open it tonight. We’ll have to look around the perimeter and see if we can find it. I’m almost picturing a lid like a submarine hatch, but who knows? Also … if it wasn’t real obvious before, then it might be hidden by a tree or bushes or something.” So for the next hour we took turns scanning the back and sides of the property with the two cameras. We couldn’t capture everything but we hoped to at least narrow it down. ----------------------------- ----------------------------- After the two guards left and she heard the elevator doors close, Melanie climbed back out of her hiding spot. She wasn’t sure if she’d have all afternoon, or just a few minutes, so she figured she should make good use of the time she had. A part of her wanted to try out that telephone, but she’d be entirely out in the open if someone came back soon. They talked about having lunch, so they may well come back and work afterwards. She was getting hungry herself, she wasn’t expecting to be trapped here … geez, she only expected she’d be hiding that microphone and then be back in the car and on the way home within the hour. So much for that. If she’d known, she would have had a bigger breakfast ... and packed a snack … or packed anything for that matter. Yep, this was totally unplanned.. And probably more dangerous than going to Level 7. This time she had no supplies, she wasn’t sure if her boyfriend knew where she was, and did she even have a means of communication? She looked longingly again at that telephone atop the table. But … not now, it was took risky. Later, once they’d wrapped up for the night. She assumed they would go back to the lab on Monday, they still had something going on there … they had records there, the server there, whatever that element was it sounded like they didn’t have any of it here yet … but it also sounded like they thought they were close, maybe days away from building a new machine here, after which they’d sabotage the old one. Though she was sure they’d kidnap someone to test this one on first. At least she knew this one wasn’t functional yet. She pulled herself up onto one of the crates first, to take a peek inside. She needed some kind of rope, string, twine, something … and some sort of metal she could use as a wedge, a tweezer wold be perfect but she’d take whatever she could find. Some food would be nice, but she guessed the only place with some food or water at the moment might be the cage around the corner in the alcove … and she wasn’t ready to reveal herself to the two women there, not until she was ready to include them in the rescue. Otherwise she’d risk them coughing up about her presence. Or would they? She had no idea. At some point she’d have to eat. Should she take a chance? She was really torn about whether to go and speak to them or not. The elevator started humming, meaning the car was going up to get someone. She quickly climbed down off her perch and back behind the crates. Talking to the women in the cage would have to wait. A few moments later, the elevator doors opened and the two scientists entered the main chamber. Even if she didn’t have a direct line of sight, she could hear their footsteps and knew in her gut it was them, coming to work on this terrible machine. She was stuck now, she couldn’t take any chance of leaving her hiding spot, or making noise, lest they find her – quickly, given the dearth of places to run – and either throw her in that cage with the others, or torture her to death, or just kill her outright. She had no doubt they were capable. Food would also have to wait. She heard grumbling, and then tinkering and clanging. At least they were staying over near that big machine and not coming near her. Yet. |
1693115172 | melanie31 | Melanie stayed hidden behind the crates for what seemed like hours – maybe it was. Her tiny legs were cramping from trying not to move, trying not to make a sound, while her chest hurt from trying so hard not to sneeze from all the dust. Maybe the crates were new, but this place hadn’t been cleaned in years, maybe decades. She could hear clanging, tinkering, grumbling, but not much else. They weren’t speaking much, but they were plugging away at whatever they were building. In her gut she knew exactly what they were building. A machine that they would use to destroy the lives of innocent people. To shrink helpless victims. To make a fortune selling them off like items – like pets - or what did that Bob say, like livestock? - to billionaires. People whose lives would be reduced to serving as someone’s entertainment, or to fulfill deviant fantasies, or to be tortured just for someone’s cruel fun. Her mind spun. She even thought of these rich bastards kidnapping and shrinking not just victims, but their rivals – their political or business rivals – and not just making them disappear, but then torturing them endlessly for amusement. Yes, she could see evil people paying fortunes for that. She shuddered at the thought of anyone having that kind of power. Yet here they were, plugging away, expecting they’d have this thing completed any day. Which meant they were days away from having that kind of power. Unless they could be stopped. Though she despaired, knowing that stopping them wouldn’t be an easy task, but they couldn’t give up. They may be the only ones with any chance of stopping it. A couple times they had come close to her hiding spot, but they were simply rooting through the boxes looking for an item or two and then they’d trudge back to where they were. She was thankful they didn’t have to move boxes to find something in the back – around her hiding spot. Even so, she stood still as a statue and clung to the edge of the crate, trying her best to stay out of sight. Down here was worse then just being in the mansion. Up there, she suspected at least there would be plenty of hiding places. Down here, if they caught her, there were few places to hide and no easy way out. There was nothing anyone could do. There would be no rescue. Not in time to save her. All that awaited her was torture and probably death. That fear was a strong motivator and kept her alert despite her growing hunger and thirst. She just had to hold out until they left for the evening. ---------------------- ---------------------- An hour of poring over the drone footage from Saturday evening, and we hadn’t clearly identified anything that looked like an access tube that would lead to an underground fallout shelter. We’d spotted a few bushes here and there that looked out of place, but nothing big enough to hide what I expected was either a metal or concrete tube, sticking up at least a foot off the ground, and wide enough for people to climb down a ladder – and bring supplies. Given this may have been the primary access – it wasn’t clear if there was a second access point before the elevator shaft was dug out – it had to be more than 2 feet wide, maybe 3, right? Then it hit me. “Hey Maria, what do you make of this?” as I tapped my finger on an image of a gazebo sitting about 10 feet from the side of the mansion, the side opposite the drive and garages. “Umm, it’s a gazebo.” she said flatly. “No kidding. But … it’s raised up, right? There’s lattice work around the sides and steps up.” “So … you’re thinking our missing tube is under there?” “I’m wondering, yeah. What I don’t know is how we would get to it. Did they just build the gazebo on top of it and seal it off? If it’s sealed off, that’s a big problem” I grumbled. “There’s NO way Melanie could get through to the top … and I couldn’t get down from above without going underneath.” “But …” Maria put her tiny finger up in a ‘hold on a minute’ gesture, then moved both her palms over the track pad to enlarge the image. “I can’t tell for certain, but look at this line here.” She pointed to a line that appeared to go across the boards rather than parallel to them. “Okay?” I wasn’t sure yet what she was getting at. “Any chance that’s a trap door?” I took another look. “Shit. You could be right. Let’s … I wonder if this is in range of the back camera? Do you think?” She looked at me. “One way to find out.” After a few hours of this, she’d proven quite adept with this laptop keyboard, even if she did have to use the palms of her hands to move the mouse and she had to kneel and stretch to punch some of the keys. She pulled up the feed from the back camera and enlarged it to full screen, then worked to rotate the camera until it picked up the gazebo. The image was at an angle, so the roof – such as it was – wasn’t blocking the view at all. She closed in on the platform and zoomed in. “Bingo. See that? There are two lines, making a square. That’s a trap door, or at least a cover. I don’t see a handle though … so I’m thinking maybe it just pulls up and you could just lift it and set it aside. What do you think?” I marveled at her ingenuity for a moment. “Damn. You may be right! Why didn’t I think of that?” She gave me a sideways look. “Because you’re exhausted. You’ve got bags under your eyes. You’ve been running around while we’ve been resting. And I really appreciate it, I know Melanie does too, but you can’t wear yourself down either. We NEED you.” I just looked at her for a moment, and then relented and sighed. “Okay. I guess I still have to wait until dusk to try to get in there. There’s probably a couple hours of daylight left.” “So how about you try and take a nap. I’ll work on how you’re getting in … and back out after you rescue our girl.” I smirked at her. “Taking charge, eh?” “Yep. Now quick nap. Leave me to this. I’ll wake you up when I need you.” ------------------------ ------------------------ After another excruciating hour – or two? - of standing motionless and trying not to sneeze from the dust, Melanie thought she heard them putting their tools down. Or something down. She heard the clank of metal against metal and then what sounded like the doors of that metal cabinet swinging shut. “I think we’re almost there” said a male voice, one of the two scientists from before. “Not yet, but next step is we need the element.” “You think it’s time?” “Yes. We’ve done all we can at the lab. We’ll remove the sample tomorrow, gather records and start purging the servers. What we need should fit in a couple of backpacks. I need maybe 30 minutes here to assemble what I need to trigger an explosion in the machine. I can install that tomorrow after you collect the element. Do NOT lose it.” “Is that all of it?” “I believe that’s all we could extract. We had the entire meteorite, didn’t we?” “Umm, I think so?” “Well … no matter at this point. What we were able to extract will last for decades. Once it’s here, we really don’t need to return to the lab, except maybe to delay the inevitable. I’d rather continue our work down here. We’ll need another test subject.” “Do you have anyone in mind?” “I have some ideas.” He laughed. Melanie’s skin crawled at that laugh. It felt diabolical, like the evil genius in the movies. She wondered who he was talking about as their next ‘victim’ … and the memory of his earlier comments about she and Maria and their ‘accomplice’ being taken care of ‘in due time’ made her shudder again. She had no idea if they were already on to them or had an idea where to find them – and way to warn anyone. If they were truly deep underground, she wasn’t even sure the signal had gotten through from the microphone, which she still had – stashed in a corner of the crate she was hiding against. “Fine. Mind if I check on the bitches while you’re doing that?” “Whatever, just remember it’s not up to you if you get to keep them or not. So don’t be bruising them any more. For all I know, the boss may already have buyers in mind.” “Damn” he grumbled. “So … suppose I’d better make the most of it just in case.” He snickered. “Don’t spend too much time. I want to finish up here and get cleaned up. Big day tomorrow, I want to get there early and finish up. And oh, the boss may be coming tomorrow. If he’s here when we get back, maybe he’ll feel magnanimous when we show him we almost have this operational. You can ask him about your pets while he’s in a good mood.” At that, Melanie heard footsteps – it sounded like both men were walking her way. She grasped tight against the edge of the crate, sucking in her gut, holding her breath, trying to stay invisible until they passed. To her dismay, one set of footsteps came closer and stopped close to her hiding spot, while the other continued into the other alcove. Towards the cage. She heard items shifting position in other boxes and crates near her, then the crate she was clinging to actually jolted as one of the scientists dug through it looking for something. If he lifted it she could be caught, or she could slip and then have her leg flattened underneath. She tried to stop thinking such ominous thoughts, but it was hard when she was a whisper away from being discovered and likely tortured or killed. After some long, excruciating moments, she felt the movement stop and heard parts clunking against the table top. A few minutes later, she caught a whiff of burning metal. A soldering iron? She let go a slow breath, quietly, and did her best to stay quiet while he worked – probably on whatever he was going to use to rig an explosion in the lab tomorrow. Meantime, she heard the other one opening the cage, thanks to a squeaky hinge. She made a note to remember that if she had the opportunity to rescue them when she finally made her escape. She couldn’t see what was going on – and wouldn’t dare leave her hiding place for even a glance – but she could hear enough. After the squeak of the cage door, she heard rustling and some faint yelps and squeaks. The sound of a belt buckle and zippers, the sound of something big landing in a stuffed chair or sofa, the smack of flesh on flesh. “Get to it, I don’t have all day” he growled. “Yes master” came two faint voices, almost in unison, as if they’d rehearsed the line for weeks. She suspected they probably had. The next few minutes she didn’t hear much beyond the tinkering at the desk above her. Eventually though, the inevitable. She heard some grunting and a moan. “Keep it down over there, will ya?” Bob snarled. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have two slaves rubbing themselves on your shaft.” Melanie suspected it was something like that, but still cringed at the image that popped in her head. “No, and I wish you wouldn’t do that when I’m down here. Why don’t you just take them back to your room? I’ve still got work to do.” He snorted. “I think you need this more than I do. You’re uptight.” “Hell yes I’m uptight. We’re on the cusp of greatness here. That is, if you can just think with your brain instead of your dick for a couple more days.” “Yeah, yeah. I’m just taking a break. We’ve been at it all afternoon. Like you said, we’re almost done. Besides, I don’t want to have to come back down here and I don’t have a cage upstairs. They’ll be done in a few minutes.” Then a pause. “Ok slaves, you heard it, double time, five minutes to finish me off or you both get another spanking.” She heard some whimpering and some flesh smacking flesh. “Mmm, better. Now finish it.” More groaning followed, gradually getting louder. Bob slid his chair back and stomped off, grumbling to himself. The table shook. The other guy’s groans got louder and turned to grunts. In moments the grunting stopped. “Now eat it. Both of you. All of it. This is your dinner. No getting up until I’m clean. Yeah. No, no, no. All of it. Keep going. I don’t want to see a drop left on me. Keep going. Missed here. There. Finish it. No, I don’t care if you think you’re full. Keep going. This is all you’re getting tonight unless you’ve still got those dried cheerios in the cage. Now clean each other while I get dressed. No, I didn’t tell you to stop. Clean. You’re not leaving this spot until you’re both clean. Lick each other if you have to.” Bob came trudging back, making heavy footsteps. “Dammit, are you done now? I’m trying to get this finished today. You can’t keep it in your pants for another fucking day or two? And put that away, I’m really not in the mood to see it.” “Aw, lighten up. I’m getting dressed now. Besides, you can watch them clean themselves off. It is kinda sexy, even with the bruises.” He grumbled, “I told you, don’t go bruising them up, not until the boss decides what he’s doing with ‘em. He might want to sell them off for quick money. On the other hand though, he might just squash them thinking they know too much.” “Shit. No reason to do that, they aren’t going anywhere. I’ve got ‘em trained well. They do anything I say.” “Well then tell them to finish up and go back in their cage. And be quiet over there for a few minutes so I can concentrate. I’m almost done. I want to get dinner and go to bed. We have a big day tomorrow.” “Fine.” He huffed. “Keep going. No, I’m not picking you up yet, your ass is still sticky. You, lick her clean. Yeah. Hurry up with it. I’m tired of waiting. You two are taking too long. Now.” A minute later, she heard yelps, thumps, and then the cage door clanging shut. A few minutes later, the sound of tools clanging and some items being shoved into a plastic bag. “Let’s go.” She listened as the footsteps got further away, and then the sound of the elevator humming, the doors opening and then closing again, taking the two scientists back up into the mansion. Finally for the moment, silence, interrupted only by the faint sound of sobbing, coming from the other alcove. She waited a few more minutes, until the overhead lighting dimmed again (she was sure it was tied to motion sensors) before stepping out from behind the crate and – for the first time in hours – stretched her stiff arms and legs. If she was going to make any attempt to escape, now was her chance. |
1693115175 | melanie32 | It had been a few minutes since the two scientists left up the elevator. The lights had dimmed again, giving her some confidence that there was nobody else down here. Nobody of a normal size anyway. Her arms and legs were still stiff and she paced back and forth trying to loosen them up. She’d need all her strength if she was going to attempt an escape. Her stomach rumbled. Ah, and food too, though she suspected the options down here were little to none. She heard the scientist mumble about stale cheerios. Even that was a little tempting, if only to get her through this. Hopefully they were done for the day – giving her the evening and night to make her escape while the people in the mansion slept. She wasn’t sure how many were in the mansion – the two scientists, the two guards. Beyond that, there could be other staff, but she didn’t know. No matter, the key was getting out. She still had the microphone down here, though she wasn’t sure if the signal was getting out or not, given they were underground. If it wasn’t working down here, maybe she should take it along. She wasn’t sure. Meantime, she decided to start digging through the crates that were easiest to get to, in search of supplies. Rope for climbing – or at least string or twine. Maybe hooks if she was lucky. A piece of metal to use as a wedge. Something to carry this all on her back would be useful too. The list was getting long. She sighed and decided to get to work. First, she jumped up and caught the lip of a wooden crate that sat on the floor. It was maybe 18 inches tall. Holding on with both hands, she swung her legs like a pendulum a few times until she caught one leg on the edge. Ouch! Damn bare feet. She wished she had some shoes, but this was a completely unplanned trip. She bit her lip and heaved, pulling herself up to the edge of the box, and then worked herself into a sitting position. Best to figure out whether this crate was worth the dive or not, before jumping in and having to climb back out. There was quite a bit of miscellaneous material in the box. She carefully stood up on the lip of the crate, thankful that the inch wide plank gave her room to walk – albeit carefully - without feeling like she was on a balance beam. She navigated the length of the box and turned the corner, looking for any items that would help in her escape. Despite the dim lighting, her eyes had adjusted enough to make out some detail. Nothing in this crate that would likely help. She walked to the edge where the crate sat up against another, taller crate. This one was only about 6 inches higher, so she could lift herself up onto the lip without a lot of effort. She put both hands on the new crate and heaved, pushing herself up with her arms until her abdomen was above it, then she turned her body until she could work her bottom over into a sitting position atop it. She peered over the edge into the new crate. Bingo, there was some twine. Now if she could just fish it out. She looked around for any other items that would help with the task. Finding none, she thought it through and felt she may be able to reach the edge with her foot. So she held on tight to the lip and lowered her body over the side, her legs extending into the box. She swung her legs, stretching and bending her foot. After a few tries, she finally worked her foot through one of the loops. She lifted her foot, tugging at the bundle until it worked its way loose and up closer to her position. The shift caused something else in the box to move as well, causing a faint clank. Finally she pulled it up enough with her leg that she could reach with her hand, though that would mean letting go with one hand. She braced herself, holding her whole weight with the other arm, and reached for the twine. It took a couple tugs but the whole bundle came loose. It wasn’t as heavy as she feared, but still felt like lifting weights at the gym. She untangled her foot from the bundle so that she held the end loop only with her hand, and then swung it back and forth and then up, heaving it with a grunt. It came up and balanced on the edge of the crate. She carefully let go and then brought herself back up to a sitting position and caught her breath for a moment. Then she carefully stood up and walked to the edge where the twine was. She grabbed hold of the middle of the bundle with both hands and swung it to the ground, grunting from the effort. The twine didn’t make much of a sound, but then there wasn’t anything else here to make noise - and sounds would carry in this space. “Who’s there? Is something there?” she heard. She fought her first instinct, which was to jump into the crate and hide. It would be a pain to dig out of there if she did … and she hadn’t heard the elevator, nor had the lights come back up … so by default, it had to be the two women in the cage. “You think something’s down here with us?” a second voice shrieked. “I … guess it would have to be a thing. An animal maybe. But I thought I heard a grunt. What kind of animal makes a grunt?” “I just hope it can’t get up here.” Melanie debated whether to come on out. She did have her twine now, if she had to climb up there to the cage. And she could probably use some help. Assuming they weren’t so injured they couldn’t climb. She’d risk blowing her cover. But they were going to rescue the women at some point, right? If the scientists were done for the day – and hopefully wouldn’t need to come back down here in the morning before going to the lab – then it could be well into Monday before someone realized they had escaped the cage. Even then, hopefully their first thought would be that they were running around hiding behind boxes or under cabinets, not that they’d actually escaped. So she shouted back, “Just a minute!” and proceeded to start climbing down. First from the larger box down to the smaller one, then to the edge where she slowly lowered herself down, holding her body by her hands before bracing herself and jumping the last 6 inches to the ground, coming down in a crouch. She grabbed her ball of twine and hoisted it over her shoulder, then started walking towards the other alcove. All the while, she kept her eyes out for quick hiding spots in-case the elevators started up. She was hopeful that they had time now, that nobody would be coming back down tonight, but she couldn’t take a chance if she was wrong. “Did you hear that? Did you hear that?” “What was it?” After that, their exchange turned to whispers, too faint for her to make out. She suspected they may be afraid – and after such an ordeal she could understand that. Finally the cage came into view, and despite the dim lighting, she could make out the two figures inside. The whole corner stank of sweat, urine, vomit and something else she couldn’t make out. Until it hit her. Eewww! She tried not to gag as she saw loads of dried and semi-dried semen in several spots near the cage, some spots mixed with little bits of dried blood. Shaking her head and trying to shut out the grossness of the whole situation, she stopped at a point where she could see them pretty clearly and they could see her. “Hi!” she shouted and held up her hand in a wave. They both stood agape at her approach. “Are you Mrs. Caulfield?” They both stood speechless for a moment before one of them spoke. “Umm, how do you know me?” she said, her voice cracking. “I’m Melanie. I used to work for your husband. At least until … two months ago when they … uh … did THIS to me.” She held out her arms as if to demonstrate her current state. “I … uh … where did you COME from?” “Oh!” She paused for a second. “Ah. Actually, I stowed away on the equipment that arrived today. Though … that wasn’t planned.” Becky finally spoke up. “What? Why the hell would anyone WANT to come down here? Though … for that matter, where even IS here?” “You don’t know?” She sheepishly replied, “Um, no. I’ve been down here for what seems like forever. And my step mother suddenly showed up later. I … don’t even know what day it is.” “Well, we can help fill in some of the blanks, but first we have to get out of here.” She hung on the first word. “We? Are there more people down here? We’ve been alone here for … “ she sighed. “I don’t even know.” “It’s okay. I understand. Really. I was a captive for a month before my boyfriend helped me escape. But now we have to get out. I know he’s up there probably plotting a way to sneak down here and get me, but we need to get both of you out of here too. You’re Becky, right?” “Um, yeah. You seem to know more than we do.” She huffed. “We saw one of those videos they were sending to your dad. We suspected they’d captured at least one other, but we didn’t know it was your mother until I … heard those two talking.” She turned beet red at the reminder of those videos. “So … dad DOES know about me, so why hasn’t he gotten us out of here already?” She sounded hurt and distraught. “My boyfriend suspects that they’ve been blackmailing him all this time, to get that they want … and he also thinks they’ve been stringing him along about restoring you after this is over.” “But?” “But … I know they have NO intention of letting you free, and they’re plotting FAR worse.” “Umm … what do you mean far worse? What could be worse than THIS?” Melanie tried not to huff. They were wasting precious time. “Okay, how about a whole black market of kidnapped women shrunk and sold to billionaires for fun … or torture … or deviant sex acts … and how about plotting to blow up the lab, murder your dad and a lot of other people just to cover their tracks? And I could go on.” “Ho-ly shit.” she heard Becky whisper. “We’re trying to put a stop to it – we may be the only ones who CAN stop it in time. But seriously, we NEED to get going. They’re at dinner now. The way it sounds I don’t think they’re coming back down here tonight, but I’d rather not take a chance, alright? They do NOT know I’m here – and if they find me they might well kill me on sight. They captured me once before, just a few daysw ago when I was trying to get answers, and they tried to … torture me for information, but I was rescued before they could get anything out of me. Did either of those two goons sport any bruises? That’s my boyfriend’s handiwork by the way.” She allowed herself a smirk at that thought, but shook it off quickly. Now she was guilty of dawdling. Once again, both women just stood there slack-jawed. They had no response. Melanie continued, “Anyway, first let’s get you out of there.” She looked around, there was a chair, a stool … but the table the cage sat on wasn’t close enough to either of those to climb up. So she may be looking at using her newly acquired bundle of twine. She tried to look at the cage lock. It wasn’t too complicated, but the opening was above them – higher than they could reach, given the cage bars were straight up/down and didn’t have cross bars to use as footholds. She formulated a plan in her mind. “Hold on there, I’ll be back in a minute.” The women watched her jog off. “Is she … leaving us?” Hearing the lament, Melanie called back, “No, I just need a couple tools. I’ll be right back!” She started looking around. She needed something to cut this twine – she wasn’t going to waste all of it on this, she needed some for the escape up that ladder. She also needed some kind of wedge, though she’d planned on finding something to use on the rotted wood at the top of the ladder anyway, so she still had to find something either way. Her eyes started darting around. She didn’t want to go digging in the crates again, that would take a while. She saw a rusty table leg and an idea formed in her mind. Jogging back to grab the twine, she hauled it over to the middle of the floor and began unraveling it. It took agonizingly longer than it should have, given she’d have to walk back with a section and then walk the end back and fish it through another loop and walk it back again. She did this several times, untangling the twine until she could open the length. Then she walked off what she figured was maybe 4 feet, picked up the twine at that point and walked it over to the rusty table leg, where she bent it around the leg and began to rub it up and down, hoping the rough metal edge would cut through the twine. It took her several minutes, lifting up and pulling down as if she were back in the gym working her triceps on the pulley machine. Oh how she missed the gym. She refocused her efforts and was encouraged when a couple of strings snapped. By the time she finally cut through the rest of the twine, her arms were sore, but she chalked it up to being out of shape and vowed to find some way to start working out again after this was over. Taking a moment to rest and catch her breath, she picked up the cut end of the twine and looked around for something to wrap around the end, enough that she could throw it and have it land on the table with the cage. She jogged over to where the big equipment was, and took a moment to look up at it. Not that she remembered a lot of details from when she stowed aboard, but they’d definitely added other elements to it – a bundle of cables going to a laptop computer, that they’d mounted to the side, stood out, but she was sure there were plenty of other changes. It was doubtful anything ordered online – even custom – would simply function ‘plug and play’ to create a mad scientist’s shrink ray, or whatever they were going to call it. She hoped she’d find something laying around – and wasn’t disappointed. She nabbed a fallen washer that was about the size of a dime, that she felt she could hurl like a frisbee if she had to. She knelt down to claim it and knotted one end of her twine through the hole in the center. That done, she walked back to the alcove – the equivalent of walking a long city block – and back in view of the cage. The two women stood there, probably wondering what she’d been doing all this time. “Hi! I’m going to throw this up there. Can one of you catch this and try to knot it to one of the cage bars?” “Um … okay?” Melanie hurled the washer like a frisbee. It wasn’t quite as easy as she’d envisioned. The twine was slowing it and she came up short of the table top. She walked over to grab it, pulled the twine closer so it wouldn’t drag, stepped back, and tried again. This time it did land on the table top. “Can you reach it?” She couldn’t see up there well enough to know how close she’d gotten to the cage. “I … I think so, just a minute.” She heard a grunt and then “Got it! Now what?” “Tie it to one of the bars so I can climb up there.” “What are you going to do up here? We can’t get out!” “I have a plan. Just do this so I can get up there first.” After a few moments where she could see the twine move slightly but from below the table couldn’t see much else, she heard “Okay, got it.” Melanie grabbed hold of the end of the twine and tugged, then pulled hard, testing it, then lifted herself a foot off the ground, trying to make sure it would hold. “Okay, I’m coming up, but PLEASE watch that knot, if it comes loose I need you both to hold it so I don’t fall!” She got a couple of affirmative grunts and then slowly started pulling herself up, inch by inch, her little arm muscles straining. She gripped the twine tightly and used her feet to try to brace herself, occasionally wrapping a foot in the twine to take a breather. After about 3 minutes of climbing she reached the table top, reaching for purchase before sliding her belly up and then her knee and then the rest of her. She rolled onto her back for a moment and caught her breath. As she lay there, she turned her head and saw the two women gawking. “Oh, hi.” “Fuck, she made it.” “Mouth, Becky” “Sorry” she grumbled. “Like it matters” she mumbled under her breath. Melanie rolled onto her knees and then slowly stood up. She took a moment to absorb her surroundings. The cage was rank, with a saucer of – was that kitty litter? - in one corner, a hamster bottle partially filled with water clasped to the bars on one side, and another saucer with – sure enough – some Cheerios. But not much else. Had they been sleeping flat on the ground, naked, all these weeks? She didn’t even see anything to use as a pillow. Up above, she judged the cage as probably twice her height, with the ‘door’ at the top. It looked like a simple latch – not even a lock. They probably figured the women would never be able to reach it, so they didn’t bother with something more substantial. Lucky her. Walking up to the cage, she put her hand out. At first they weren’t sure what to do, but then Mrs. Caulfield reached through the bars and shook hands with her. “Um, hi, I’m Cindy.” “Hi Cindy, nice to meet you. And … that means you’re Becky?” she asked as she extended her hand. Becky looked at it for a moment and then timidly shook it. “Yeah.” “Alright, now let’s figure out how to get you out of here.” Cindy replied, “We … tried. The bars have no footholds.” Becky blurted, “We didn’t try very hard though. You were afraid what would happen if they caught us running around down here.” Cindy snapped back, “It wasn’t like you tried hard either.” Melanie put her hands out in a hushing motion. “Ladies, please. Let’s focus. This is a rescue. Work with me here. Okay … so first, help me undo this knot.” Melanie and Cindy worked together on the knot, slowly loosening it until it came undone. Then Melanie took the washer in her hands, stepped back a few inches, and eyed the trap door on top. The cage bars were straight for probably a foot and a half, and then they curved inward. The door was at the very top, probably a little over two feet up. She steadied herself, held the washer with both hands, and heaved. It landed right on the top of the cage. She lightly tugged on the twine and the washer slipped between the bars, sliding down to the bottom. She grabbed hold of the other end before it got away. “Okay, now can you both hold onto that end and keep it steady for me?” They looked at each other for a moment, but then both grabbed ahold of the washer and stood directly under the cage. Melanie wrapped the other end of the twine around her hand, and then placed one foot on the bars, and then the other, and began slowly climbing. “Keep that steady please!” It was slow going, pulling up with one hand and holding the bars with the other, switching hands to keep rising, as her feet had no cross bar to hold against. Finally she was at the point where the bars curved, which made it a little easier to climb. A few pulls, a few steps, and she reached the door. Examining the latch for a moment, as she balanced there carefully, she held tight with one hand while pulling hard with the other until the latch clicked. She worked the cage door open just an inch, but it took twisting onto her back and kicking with her legs to get the door to swing up and over, out of the way. She gently sat up, her legs swinging through the opening. She wouldn’t dare chance slipping at this point, that would be a nasty fall. She wondered if construction workers on skyscrapers felt like this sometimes. Melanie looked down at the two. “Ladies. Have either of you ever climbed a rope?” Becky looked dubiously at the twine hanging down. “Like in gym class?” “Yeah, something like that.” “I … could try. I was never very good at that.” “Okay. Tell you what, I’ll knot this up here, and you try to climb, I’ll try and grab you when you get closer up here. Okay?” “Umm … okay.” Becky took a few steadying breaths, looked back at her step mother for a moment, and then blurted out, “Here goes nothing.” She grabbed ahold of the twine and tried to pull herself up. One pull and her arm quivered. No, definitely not an athlete. “You can do this. Think about getting out of here. Freedom.” At that thought Becky tried harder, pulled herself up a half an inch at a time. “Use your feet against the twine, it’s not much but it helps a little. Keep going.” After about a minute of pulling herself slowly up, she was close to where Melanie could reach her. She said “Just a little more. There, now try and grab my wrist.” Becky reached out and Melanie grabbed her wrist and wrapped her hand around it. “Okay, wrap your hand around my wrist, and I’m going to pull you the rest of the way. Grab ahold of the metal when you can reach it. Let’s get you up here on top of the cage door, okay?” With a few heaves, Melanie laying on her stomach and leaning over, she was able to pull until Becky could grab the bars with her other hand. Melanie hoisted her up until she could fold her upper body over the cage door and then she helped pull the rest of her up. As Becky caught her breath, Melanie said “Okay, now for climbing down, I have an idea.” She pulled up the half of the twine that was outside the bars. “Let me know when you’re ready.” Becky looked up and nodded. “Okay, first sit up.” Once Becky sat up, Melanie looped the twine around her waist and created a lasso knot. “Okay. I’m going to ease you down. Hold onto the bars to steady yourself, we’ll do this slowly.” Again she nodded. “Start slow, use your hands on the bars to keep from sliding.” Once Becky moved into position with her legs hanging over the side, Melanie began easing the rope down, just a little bit at a time. Despite some yelps and one hand slip, Becky made it down to the tabletop. Melanie talked her through loosening the rope so she could pull it back up. Then she called down to Cindy. “Do you think you can climb?” She gave the twine a dubious look. Melanie wondered how athletic she was, and for a moment the term ‘arm candy’ popped in her head, but that would be rude to say. She had to be in her thirties – definitely quite a bit younger than her husband – and was petite and attractive – but to keep that kind of figure she HAD to do SOME working out, right? She was probably light enough that Melanie could manage pulling her up … with some help at least. After thinking it through for a moment, she untied the knot she’d made at the top of the cage, lowered the lasso end into the cage, and tossed the washer-weighted end to Becky. She talked Cindy through looping the lasso around her waist and pulling it snug, then explained to them both how this would work. She slowly began pulling Cindy up, while Becky helped by holding onto the line from the table top to keep it from sliding back. With two people it went faster this time, and soon Cindy was up high enough to grab ahold of the flat cage door, which Melanie helped her onto. Then she gave Becky a thumbs-up and asked her to let go of the twine, which she pulled back up and looped a couple times through the cage crossbar to provide some leverage. She talked Cindy through what to do and then helped her over the edge. She lowered Cindy slowly down the side of the cage, watching to make sure she was holding the bars for support. Once she made it down to the table, Melanie tied off the twine at that point on the cage. Before climbing down though, she pulled up the other end and untied the washer, tossing it down to the ground. They might need it later, she reasoned. Plus as she thought about it, they could delay things further here after the two were discovered missing, if people thought they’d just climbed out of the cage and were running loose in the bunker. Having gotten ahold of both twine and a washer would make it more suspicious that they had help. She snapped out of her thoughts and back to the moment, bracing herself for the climb down. She held onto the twine, using her feet to steady herself against the bars, and climbed down to the table. Once she was down, Melanie walked over to the other edge of the table and judged the distance from there to the big stuffed chair. It was kinda ratty, but it was close enough to cushion them if they took a jump – and from there it would be a much shorter climb down. They just had to take a running start. She turned back to the women and explained her plan. They both looked at her dubiously – she sensed a pattern here – but she did get them out of the cage, didn’t she? This would be much easier in comparison, at least she thought so. She told them to think of it like jumping into the vat of plastic balls at the trampoline park. Ah, the lightbulb flickered. Maybe this would work. She decided she should go last, in-case one of them chickened out. The convinced Becky to go first, make a running start and just leap into the giant cushion and roll. Becky took a couple of bracing breaths and then ran for it, plopping down onto the cushion, bouncing back up a little bit, and then to Melanie’s surprise she started giggling and jumping like she was on a trampoline. Huh. Maybe that trampoline park analogy really did hit home for them. So she called for Becky to step out of the way for a moment so Cindy could jump. After all the giggling, Cindy’s apprehension fizzled away and she gave it a try, jumping and shrieking as she fell. She didn’t take much of a running start and almost hit the arm instead of the seat, but she made it. Once they both backed off, Melanie leaped and joined them on the chair cushion. From there they easily climbed down the side and down to the ground. The first stage of Melanie’s rescue accomplished, she set out to collect the washer to knot onto the end of her remaining length of twine, while she sent Cindy and Becky off to locate a tweezer and maybe even a rubber band. They had some more ideas where to look, having been down here so long, and soon they all met up and brought their supplies over to the ladder. The next stage wasn’t going to get any easier, but it was high time the three of them got out of here. |
1693115177 | melanie33 | I thought I was dreaming, but what was Maria doing in my dream? I could hear her, like she was calling me from afar but I couldn’t make out the words. In my mind I tried to focus on her voice, what was she saying? Then the words became clear. “Get up!” With a start, I realized I had dozed off. I slowly opened my eyes to the darkness. The sun had gone down. It was … evening already? I turned my head, eliciting a loud yelp. What was that? “Hey, watch out!” I heard from my shoulder. I quickly snapped back to the here and now. Maria had climbed up my arm and she was holding onto the collar of my shirt for dear life as she shouted in my ear to wake me up. I reached up and steadied her so she could regain her footing. “Ooh … umm … sorry. How long was I out?” She snorted. “A while. I’ve been trying to wake you up for like 20 minutes. You must have been tired!” I gently lifted her up off my shoulder and held her in front of me, cupping my hand like a seat. I smiled gently as I stretched with my other arm and stifled a yawn. “Yeah. Thank you. I … any word from Melanie yet?” She groaned. “No … but I have a plan to get you in there. Just … mmm” I suddenly realized I was absentmindedly stroking her arm with my thumb. “Oh. Sorry!” I gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I ... I should put you down now, shouldn’t I.” She held up her hands “It’s okay.” She flashed me a grin. “I .. kinda like it. But yeah, we have a mission first. We have to rescue our girl.” I nodded and set her back down in the passenger seat. As she got herself situated, I asked “So … what IS the plan, besides me trying to climb a wall, sneak in and climb down a hidden shaft in the middle of the yard .. .and not get spotted?” I raised my eyebrows. She gave me a dirty look, but only for a moment. “Such little faith!” “I’m just teasing, that would have been my plan I suppose, just running in headstrong and attempt a rescue.” She snorted. “I think you’d plan a LITTLE better than that. Give yourself some credit. But I’ve got this all worked out. All you have to do is follow my instructions.” “You’re the boss.” I smirked. “You better believe it!” She laughed. “Okay. Now look here.” She ran her palms over the trackpad, closing in on the top of the wall and the ground below. “THIS is the point you need to go in. But … and listen closely … THIS camera here.” She pointed her tiny finger at the image on the screen. “You need to climb up at this point, but do NOT go over right away. WATCH where the camera goes. It rotates from left to right. Wait for it to rotate to the right, then I want you to use a screwdriver … you have a screwdriver here I’m sure?” I nodded. “You should be able to jam it HERE where there’s a gear that turns the camera. Snap that gear out of place and the camera will stay stuck to the right. So YOU can go over the wall to the LEFT of it. I’m hoping they’ll just think it’s a malfunction and flag it to check in the morning. You shouldn’t need a lot of time. Now HERE,” as she slid the image to include more of the ground inside the wall, “is where you need to step. Stay under this tree as long as you can, and just take a quick look for guards before you run across to the gazebo. This will take you within like 30 or 40 feet. The guard tower is on the other side of the building, this path and the gazebo are in a blind spot once you get past this tree.” I marveled at the work she put in to come up with this plan. “Wow, I’m impressed.” And I really was. “Just do me a favor and don’t get caught, okay? I can’t exactly drive this car myself.” At that, I went about digging through the back to gather supplies. Maria suggested I grab a backpack and either a towel or blanket to stuff inside, out of fear that our poor girl would get pancaked when I tried to climb back out over that wall. I found some rope as well, and a hook (who knew I had all this stuff in my trunk?) and soon I was about ready. I walked Maria through how to do text messaging from the laptop, so we’d have some way to communicate (as long as I didn’t lose my phone on this escapade … though I hadn’t so far, had I?) and we messaged back and forth just to make sure it worked. ------------------------------- ------------------------------- Melanie stood at the bottom of a built-in metal ladder, the rungs spaced about 8 inches apart. Enough that she could probably hoist herself up each rung, one at a time. However now she had two companions. How was this going to work? Becky was young, in decent shape but not an athlete. Doubtful she was going to college on an athletic scholarship. She was maybe an inch shorter than Melanie, or probably a few inches shorter if they were regular height. Melanie had been about 5’8 and very athletic, at least before the ‘accident’ – which we all knew now, was no accident. Becky had shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes and freckles. She looked like a bookworm, but still quite attractive. Cindy on the other hand. Yes, Cindy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, thin as a pencil, the first time Melanie saw her the words ‘arm candy’ came to mind. Clearly not Becky’s mother, Melanie had Cindy pegged at maybe 12-15 years older than Becky. Part of her wondered what happened to Becky’s real mother, though this wasn’t the time to ask. She suspected neither one of them could easily climb all these rungs – going up what, maybe 11 or 12 feet, into a tube-like indention in the ceiling, where the rungs ended at a rotted piece of wood. She wasn’t sure what was above that – the outside, or if it put them in the basement of the mansion, or in some other building, or if just more climbing awaited them beyond that sheet of wood. She stepped back and contemplated the situation, not just the number of steps, but what lie at the top. The top rung of the ladder sat just a few inches below the wood – suggesting that the ladder might continue on the other side, but the rungs were flat and deep enough for them to safely sit on, maybe – to her perspective – a foot deep. Did they need a flashlight? Was there even something here they could fashion one from? Doubtful. Once again she glanced over longingly at that phone on the table. It was tempting, but she had no idea if the phone worked, or if it even dialed outside. It could just as well ring to those security guards in the building. She sighed. Can’t take that chance. Picking up the end of the twine with the washer attached, she looked up at the ladder rungs – she didn’t think she could possibly throw it up that high. And getting it up there to start with would be SO much easier than trying to do this in stages. So on to plan B. The rubber band. She talked the two women into each holding one end of the rubber band securely – both hands! She looked back and forth, judging the height and the angle and the arc. She may have been a biology major, but she still remembered some of her trigonometry. So she bunched the twine loosely between them and the ladder, walked back with the washer end, stepped behind the women, centered the washer on the rubber band and pulled it back like a sling shot. “Now hold still and don’t let go of this thing, alright?” she instructed them as she crouched on the ground, eyeing her target. “Ready, set, go!” She let go and watched as the washer, pulling the end of the twine in tow, shot up so high that it clanked against the rotted wood at the top of the hole, and then skittered down, clanking on a couple of rungs before hitting the floor. “Okay. Almost there. One more time ladies.” She walked back with the washer, stepped behind them, pulled the rubber band tight again, crouched on the ground to eye her target, and fired. This time it clanked on the wood, but right above the rung, and then fell down on the top rung and skittered over the back. “Bingo!” “Shit, she did it” mumbled Becky. Melanie began fishing the twine, letting the washer end fall by gravity over the other end of the tread. A couple times she had to shake it as it started to catch on something, but in a couple minutes it had nearly reached the ground. She was glad there was a long length of remaining twine – enough to loop over that top rung of the ladder and come back down. “Alright. Here’s what I’m thinking. Do you remember how I lowered each of you down the side of the cage?” They nodded. “That’s how this is going to work, but in reverse. I’ll loop a lasso around one of you and pull from down here, to help you climb. Just .. don’t look down. We’re going up to the top rung of the ladder. Do you see that wooden board? We’re going to squeeze through that gap and come out above it.” Cindy looked up at the ladder apprehensively. “All this time I had no idea this was here. I don’t think I ever saw someone come over here. So … this doesn’t look like a basement.” “Nope. We’re underground, but I don’t know how far down. My guess is we may be under the basement. I know we’re still under the mansion, that’s where I got on the elevator to come down. I wonder if that may be why they chose this place to begin with. This is like a hidden bunker.” “So … what if we get up there and there’s more climbing after that?” “Well … I have a microphone I can reach my team with.” They both looked at her sharply. “What?” exclaimed Becky. “So why not just call for help?” “I’m … suspecting we’re so deep that the signal may not be getting through. Once we get up there, I should be able to get a signal out.” “SHOULD be?” Cindy said incredulously. Melanie tried to remain unflustered. “It worked earlier when I was hiding inside the equipment – and inside the mansion. We … have two hidden cameras outside and the microphone … piggybacks onto their signal. At least that’s how I understand it.” They digested this for a moment. Becky finally blurted, “Damn. Okay, you’ve GOT to get us up to speed here. What the hell is going on?” Melanie let out a breath. “Alright, but briefly, we can’t be down here if they decide to come down or we’re all screwed. So … my boyfriend has been investigating this for about a week. My best friend Maria is also involved in this. We were trying to gather evidence and figure out how to stop this before they get too far. And … figure out how to ... reverse the shrinking process.” Focused on that last line, Cindy snorted. “Yeah right. Like anyone can do that.” Melanie just looked at her, unflinching. Cindy just looked at her for a minute. “You’re … you're serious?” “Damn right I’m serious. My boyfriend is a friggin’ genius. If anyone can do it, he can. I KNOW he’s smarter than those two goons are.” Cindy just shook her head. Clearly she was doubtful. Though getting away from them was enough of a motivating factor at the moment. At least she was willing to cooperate with the escape. “Anyway,” Melanie continued, “let’s just focus on getting out of here. I’ll bring the microphone with me and I’ll climb once you two are up there. Soon as we squeeze through the gap in the wood, I’ll try to reach them and let them know where we are.” She proceeded to create a lasso knot at the end of the twine, and then asked Becky to go first, thinking that if she had to pull Cindy the whole way she could, as Cindy was very petite. For Becky, she would have Cindy’s help – such as it was – if push came to shove. So she looped the lasso around Becky’s torso and snugged it, then grabbed the other end of the twine and gently pulled it taught. She explained that she’d pull her up, but Becky would need to hold on to the side bar, keep herself steady and grip the treads as she got to each one, she could stop and rest for a moment. Melanie encouraged her to think of it as 16 short climbs rather than one 11-12 foot climb. Becky got into position and took a few steadying breaths, and then said “Ready.” Melanie began to pull her up, inch by inch, while Becky took a little of the weight off by grasping the side bars. At the first step she bent her knees over and climbed up, as Melanie tried to minimize the slack in-case she slipped. A few moments and she called again, ready for the next short climb. This continued for several minutes, Melanie rounding up Cindy to help hold onto the twine just behind her in-case her grip slipped. Though she was determined not to, this would have been a lot easier on her hands with a nice pair of work gloves. Alas, not happening. So they continued. Becky made it up to the 12th step and then sat down. She called down, “I need to rest for a minute. Oohh shit.” “What?!” exclaimed Cindy “I … I shouldn’t look down.” Melanie replied, “No, I wouldn’t advise it. But you’re doing fine. You’re almost there. And we’ve got you here, okay?” She sighed. “Alright. Let’s go.” She slowly stood up, Melanie gently pulling the slack, and then got ready to start climbing again. Melanie pulled as Becky rose slowly, inch by inch, navigating the last few steps. “This is really dusty up here. I don’t think anyone’s used these in years!” Melanie called out, “Just try not to sneeze. You’re almost there! Can you see the gap in the wood?” “Yeah.” “Is it big enough for us to squeeze through? I thought so but it was hard to tell from down here.” Becky squinted at it. “I … I think maybe so. I’m almost there, next step I can try.” She continued, Melanie pulling, and made it up to the last step. She couldn’t stand on the step, as the board stuck out just a few inches above the top rung. Melanie had suspected the ladder might continue on the other side, but it was all a best guess until one of them could see it. Becky crouched on the top step and put her hands on the partially rotted board. “Yeah, I can make it. Should I go through?” Melanie called, “Yeah, go ahead through, it’s safer up there than waiting on the step. You can sit up there above the board and wait for us to come join you. Just be careful, we can’t pull you any higher, but … keep the lasso on, that way you’re secure if you slip.” Becky nodded and slowly rose from her crouch, putting her hands on the edges of the board, and then pulled herself through. Huh, maybe she did have a tiny smidgen of athletic ability. Melanie watched as her legs and then feet disappeared through the gap, along with the end of the twine. After a few moments, Becky’s head appeared in the gap. “Yuk! This is icky up here! It’s all like dark and stuff.” “Can you see if the ladder continues?” “Yeah, but I can’t see how far. It’s DARK in here!” “Alright, we’re going to come join you. Can you remove the lasso and help feed it back down here?” After a faint grunt of acknowledgment, Becky’s face disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared, with her arm holding the lasso. “Should I drop it?” “No, try and pull some more of the rope up with you first, bunch it up, and then throw it all back down here.” After another grunt of acknowledgment, Melanie felt a tug on the twine. She let go and watched as Becky pulled it up with her, keeping an eye on the end to make sure she didn’t take too much. As soon as the washer end came to the bottom rung, she called out “Okay, stop! Now you can throw the whole bundle.” Becky threw the bundle and it unraveled, but it worked, the lasso reaching the ground near the bottom of the ladder. Melanie turned to Cindy. “Okay, your turn. You’re light enough, I should be able to pull you up myself. What Becky did was great, just do the same thing. Whenever you need to rest, just sit or stand on a step and tell us.” Cindy nodded and Melanie worked the lasso over her head and arms and snugged it. She proceeded to pull Cindy up the ladder. As she suspected, Cindy was lighter and she was able to pull her up without help, though Cindy did stop frequently to rest, even though Melanie was doing most of the work. Once she got to the top, Becky reached down and helped pull her up through the gap in the wood. Soon as Cindy was securely up top, Becky poked her head through again and called out. “Do you want me to throw the rope down again?” “No, keep it up there. I can climb without it, but we need to pull it up with us once I get up there. We can’t give them a clue that we escaped that way. I want them thinking that it’s just the two of you running around down here, let them waste time digging through boxes for a while. Longer they don’t realize you really escaped, the better!” So Melanie set to climbing. She had the microphone, but it would be nice not to have to climb with it over her shoulder. So she grabbed the twine and tied it around the microphone. They could pull it up once she made it. She continued on, grabbing one rung with both hands and pulling herself up, rolling onto the surface, then into a crouch, then a stand, grabbing the next rung and repeating. All the while trying to be careful, as this would be a LONG fall and she didn’t have the twine to support her like the others did. She continued on, stopping a couple times to catch her breath, and in about 10 minutes she’d made it to the top rung. She saw Becky’s face through the gap. Becky backed off as Melanie pulled herself through, and then slowly pulled the rest of the twine up behind her, including the microphone. Once she caught her breath, she stood and took in her surroundings. It was dark, the air felt stale. Not damp though, which meant wherever this ended at the top, was still sealed. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the wan trickle of light coming through the gap in the board they were all standing upon … the only thing keeping them from complete and utter darkness. |
1693115180 | melanie34 | Following Maria’s instructions, I gathered my gear, swung on the backpack and looked once more at her diagrams on the screen, indicating exactly where I needed to climb over the wall and where to go once I was over. I held my rope and hook in my hand, prepared to toss those up to scale the wall. If I was just a little more athletic maybe I could take a running jump and reach the top and pull myself over, but taking a look at it … nope. Not happening. Not without a rope. That section of wall at least, was definitely taller than the 8 feet that the front wall was … and the front wall had no camera gaps and was in easy sight of that turret where the guards were standing. Though why they’d have built such a high wall around the sides, where the lot adjoined neighboring properties … maybe a previous owner was extremely into privacy. Who knows. To even get to the wall, I’d have to cut across two other properties – over two other walls. At least those were more reasonable – low enough that I could hoist myself over. I still had to grab hold of the top ledge, which stood just above the top of my head, lift myself up, and then swing my legs until I could hook one over. I lay flat over the wall for a moment, just checking. Maria didn’t think there were any cameras, but it would be good to look and be sure … plus if there were dogs I’d have a problem. It wasn’t like I had a big juicy steak to throw at them. Did that work in real life, or just in the movies? Seeing the coast clear – best I could tell – I slowly dropped down and then began to walk along the wall, sticking to the shadows. These were big properties – probably well over an acre each – and they all backed to one another. It was a few minutes of skulking in the shadows and watching for any sign of dogs, cameras or something else, before I got to the back wall, which abutted the next door neighbor to the mansion lot. I hoisted myself over that, then rested flat again checking for cameras, dogs, etc. before quietly dropping down in the shadows. I hunkered there, hidden from the house by a couple of trees and some bushes, looking for the markers Maria told me would indicate my preferred access point. --------------------------------- --------------------------------- Melanie stood and contemplated their situation for a minute. Or maybe a few. It was so dark in here. She wished she had something – a flashlight, a match, anything to make a spark … though starting a fire here would probably bring the two goons out – or at least the security thugs – to investigate. If the only way out of here was sealed, there was no way they were getting out of here on their own. And if help didn’t come, they could well starve trapped in this gloomy pit and nobody would ever know. So she pulled up the microphone, along with the rest of the twine. She meant to pull it up anyway, to hide their tracks. With the microphone in hand, she hoped maybe they were close enough for a signal to get through. She had to at least take the chance. “Hello?” she spoke tentatively, and then more forcefully, “Hey guys! It’s me! I hope you guys are hearing this. We’re in some kind of access tube, with a ladder that goes up to the surface. We were way underground and we’re trying to climb up. Hope you guys are getting this, we could use some help!” Cindy groaned. “That’s your plan? We come up here in this dark, cold, icky place and then HOPE someone comes and rescues us?” Melanie snapped back, “You have a better plan? Let’s hear it!” Becky tried to mediate. “Mom, chill. She got us out of the cage, alright? I don’t know how long I could have stayed down there. And if she’s right, there’s no way they were letting us out. Would you rather be back in the cage?” Cindy let out a long breath. “I … fine. No. But at least we had food and water. Up here … we could DIE in here and nobody will ever find us!” Melanie took a moment before replying. “So let’s work on getting out of here, alright?” “And how, pray tell?” “We climb.” -------------------------------- -------------------------------- I remained in the shadows, behind the bushes, as far as I could. The target spot was in sight, and from this angle I could just make out the camera at the top. So … this was the spot. Just then, my phone buzzed. Who would be … I was half ready to ignore it and then figured I’d better check it. I pulled the phone out and … shit, Maria? [Hey, just heard from our girl!] I texted back, [That’s great, she’s okay?] [Says climbing some tube with ladder ??] [Tube?] [Maybe the one you’re climbing down?] [Not there yet] [OK but watch for her. And maybe another? She said WE] [Shit. Is she trying to rescue someone?] [I wonder. Just be careful] [You 2] I sent that last text, but hesitated for a moment. I almost ended with ‘love you’ – damn was I falling for two women at once? Shit. Get my head back on straight, there’s no time for this. I stuck my phone back in my pocket. Then walking up to the edge where I was supposed to climb the wall, I carefully tossed the hook attached to my rope. It took a couple tries – the first miss causing a faint clank and making me cringe. If someone was walking nearby I’d be screwed. The second toss took hold a couple feet to the left of the camera. I carefully pulled myself up. It was only a few feet, but times like this I was glad not to be obese. My arms were straining already. I got my head over the top and then stretched my left arm over, gripping the other side of the wall and hoping nobody was there to see fingers suddenly appear at the top of the wall. With my right hand I carefully reached in my back pocket for the screwdriver, and then looked closely at the camera, watching it make a slow sweep to the left and then a slow sweep to the right. I waited for it to turn most of the way to the right, then I fiddled with the screwdriver to find and pop that little plastic gear underneath. I got it, thankfully without much noise, but it took me a few moments and the camera had turned partway back. I waited to make sure it had stopped moving – the little arm underneath kept rotating but the camera didn’t move with it. I gauged where I could go and likely remain outside the image it was likely sending back to the security staff. I carefully pulled myself the rest of the way over, went flat along the top of the wall for a moment, then rotated my hook and rope to point over the other side. I was going to need it to get out – and wanted it ready in case I had to run. Or who was I kidding, I’d be running like mad to get out of there as fast as I could. Working my legs over the other side, I grabbed the rope to steady myself and then lowered myself down gently to the ground. This spot was blocked by a big tree, so anyone in the turret wouldn’t see, which is probably why the camera was there. I could see the gazebo now. No spotlights, just the light of the moon and some light from the building windows. So it was dark enough someone looking out from inside would have a hard time making me out. I still had to move fast once I got there as I’d be out in the open. I quietly made my way under the tree and over to the spot where I’d have to run about 40 feet to the gazebo. Taking a few bracing breaths, I ran it, then ducked under the edge of the raised platform immediately and looked and listened for any sound that would suggest someone nearby. Hearing nothing, I poked my head up so I could see the gazebo surface. Sure enough, that looked like a trap door pretty close to the center. I slowly moved forward, trying not to make noise and hoping the boards didn’t creak. At the trap door, I tried working my fingers along one side, between the planks. It was snug but the panel did move a little. I pulled out the screwdriver and used it as a wedge, lifting up one side. I worked it up and quietly slid it over. Underneath was – sure enough – a concrete cap, about 2 feet round. There was a metal cover with a hinge and a round handle that looked like something from a submarine. I supposed it probably looked that way on the inside too – whoever went in, if this truly was a fallout shelter, would need to be able to close it from the inside. But I could already see there was no way Melanie would EVER get this open. I really, really hoped this is where she was at. We suspected based on the clues – the sound of the elevator going down more than one level below, the lack of any signal from the microphone – until just now – and then now Melanie’s message, which sounded similar to this very tube I was looking at. She could very well be right below me. I really hoped so. I took hold of the handle and tried to turn it. Wow this thing did not want to move – it probably hadn’t been opened in years, maybe decades, who knew. This gazebo wasn’t exactly new, there was peeling paint under the canopy. Did the current owners even realize this access point was under the gazebo? Maybe not. Hopefully not. Based on the records I’d dug up, it was purchased through an LLC just a few months ago. I got the best grip I could with both hands and heaved. It moved just a little. I tried once more, throwing my whole body into it. We didn’t have time to keep messing around here. I strained but the wheel started to budge. I felt like I was going to bust a hernia, but the wheel turned – probably for the first time in many years – and after a couple complete rotations I heard a click. I tried lifting the portal at the hinge. It let a small squeak. I decided to just open it quickly to get it over with and hope nobody was nearby to hear it. Not like I had much choice. So I swung it open quickly, and then peered in to what was almost total darkness. Almost. In the distance I could see a very faint trickle of light near the base of the ladder. Odd. It had to be maybe 15 feet down. So knowing time is short, I stepped carefully onto the first rung of the ladder. It felt sturdy enough. I took one more step down, and then reached up and slid the gazebo trap door back into place, in hopes of buying a little more time if someone heard that squeak and came looking. Once I slid the trap door into place, I held on at that second ladder rung and pulled out my phone, to get some light. I first looked around where I was – it was dingy, dusty, and a little cramped but big enough to serve its purpose, I suppose. Then I shined the flashlight down to get a better look at what was below. As I did, I heard a yelp. Was there an animal down here? Or no, that didn’t sound like an animal. Taking a chance, I called out quietly. “Melanie?” I heard a gasp. “Honey? Is that you?” I turned the flashlight around to the sound of that voice and saw … is that three women? Huddled in the corner. “Holy shit.” “You can say that again.” I slowly took another step down, and then another. I wasn’t sure what that ‘floor’ was but as I got closer I wasn’t sure if it was safe for me to stand on. As if she was reading my mind, Melanie said “Umm, Honey, you might not want to stand on this board. It’s … already rotted. I’m afraid you might fall through … and we’re standing on it.” “Ooh. Okay. Umm … just a sec, I’ll try to get as close as I can. Maria said she got a message and said ‘we’ but … who … “ “Oh. Okay. These are the Caulfields. Becky and Cindy.” “Uh … oh wow. So … I figured there had to be another victim after you. Was … there anyone else down there?” “Just these two. I suspect … they were doubling down to keep Andrew under control.” “Wow. Umm … so let’s get you out of here, okay? Before they come looking. I … brought a backpack, Maria had me put something soft in there. I have to climb a couple … actually three walls to get out of here and she thought the backpack would be safer … but … “ “There’s room for three in there, I’m sure. We can manage.” “Alright.” I got down as far as the last ladder rung above the board, afraid to step any lower. I planted both feet and held on tight with one hand, while I maneuvered the backpack off my shoulders, lay it down and worked the zipper open. I’m sure it would be comical in a different situation, but I had to make do. “Can … you ladies climb in and get comfortable? I promise I’ll try not to make it too bumpy of a trip, but the main thing is we’ve got to get you all out of here.” Melanie started first, lifting the flap and peering inside. I still hadn’t heard a peep from either of the two. In fact as they crept closer, I first noticed that they were both naked. And filthy. It reminded me of when I first rescued Melanie, though she did at least still have some of her clothes – tattered as they were. These ladies had probably been down here for a while and who knows what they had to endure. They were clearly uncomfortable. I tried to address them directly. “Ladies, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize this isn’t a nicer mode of transportation, but we came up with this on the fly. Please climb in, I won’t look if you don’t want me to, and I promise I’ll be careful. Once we get somewhere safe I can get you food and drink … and maybe a hot bath and some clothes?” At that I heard a snort. Not from Melanie. I heard one of them whisper “Is he for real?” Melanie started so sound a little impatient, I could tell she was holding back. These two didn’t know me at all, they probably just met Melanie as well. She said “Come on you two, do you want them to find out you’re gone and come looking before we escape? You can trust him. Come on.” At that they slowly made their way to the backpack. Melanie held the flap up for them to climb in, and then she climbed in after. I gently turned the bag upright. “Get settled in, there should be plenty of soft stuff in there. Maria made sure I used all the cushioning we could find.” Melanie called, “We’re good here, let’s get going!” At that confirmation I gently pulled on the zipper to close it and then gently worked it over my shoulders. Once it was secure, I climbed back up the ladder swiftly. At the top I stopped to listen for any sounds and look for any lights sweeping nearby. I stopped and pulled my phone out and texted Maria. [Got them. Is coast clear?] A moment’s pause. [All clear. GO] I pocketed the phone, carefully pushed up on the panel and slid it to the side, climbed out and then slid the panel back into place. I didn’t bother with the access hatch – thinking it may squeak if I try lowering it – as the gazebo trap door panel would hide it anyway … and I suspected things were going to happen quickly now that we’d apparently found not one but two missing hostages. That done, I retraced my steps back to the tree and then back to the wall. My rope was still in place. I tugged on it to make sure it was secure, and then pulled myself up to the top. I packed up the hook and rope, not wanting to take a chance of someone seeing it in the morning, but knowing I’d have to jump a few feet down. I looked around to make sure there wasn’t someone – or something – in the yard below, and then I worked my way over, holding on with both hands as lowered the rest of me until my feet dangled maybe 4-5 feet off the ground. I whispered back, “Ladies, brace yourselves” and then dropped down as quietly as I could, bending my knees as I came down, trying to remember how they did it in the movies. I snorted to myself. Like that was a legit source of information. Either way, I made it. I continued along my previous path, behind the bushes, over to the property’s back wall – thankfully only 6 feet high – and hosted myself up and over that, then across the next property and up and over that wall, and then back to the car. Pulling out the car keys, I opened the door and climbed in, quickly starting up the engine. I set the backpack down on the floorboard (Maria and the laptop were taking up most of the seat) and gently unzipped the pack to give them some light, then peeled off down the street. The faster we got away from this neighborhood the better. As I pulled out, Maria said “You made it!” “I did! The timing was impeccable. But … Melanie found two women in there. Oh, yes – ladies, I apologize, I just want to get out of this neighborhood and get somewhere safe. Be patient just a few minutes and I’ll help get you out of there. Think about what you want to eat.” I heard a snort. Melanie blurted, “You just reminded me of the first meal you got me … after my first rescue … you went through the drive-thru and then handed me this huge chicken nugget.” Now Maria laughed. “Yeah, I can just picture that!” I drove for a couple more minutes, checked in the rear-view to make sure nobody was following us, and then pulled into a McDonald’s parking lot, finding a space way in the back. The parking lot backed to trees and there were a couple overhead spotlights on poles to provide some light. I backed the car into a corner, so I could easily see if someone came near, and then parked and shut off the headlights. Then I turned to Maria and asked, “Any activity on the cameras yet? Any sign they might be looking for us?” She replied, “Nope, nothing. You didn’t leave that rope out I hope?” “No, I packed it after I climbed back up. And I replaced that trap door on the gazebo floor.” Melanie chimed in, “We stashed our rope too.” I looked at her – or at the bag she was poking her head up from. “Rope?” She replied, “How do you think we got up above that rotted board?” “Uh … hmm. I wondered what was under there.” I raised my eyebrows, suggesting my comment was a question begging a response. “You wouldn’t believe.” “Well … we did figure out a fallout shelter was built down there back in the 50’s. It took a while but we put our heads together and followed the clues and figured out that’s where you had to be. But I figured it was a lot deeper than the 15 feet I climbed down to find you?” “OH yeah. We actually climbed another 12 by ourselves.” My mouth about dropped open. Maria blurted, “You what? Spill the beans, girlfriend! I’ve got to hear this one!” Melanie said “Well help me out of here honey!” I reached down to the bag and she lifted her arms as I reached in carefully and took hold of her. At first I just gazed and smiled at her, relieved that she was back safe with me. Then despite how dirty she’d gotten on this ordeal, I couldn’t resist bringing her up to my face and planting a kiss on her, encompassing her face with my lips. I whispered, “I’m just glad you’re safe now.” She grinned back at me. After I set her down, she proceeded to describe the rescue, from her climb up the table and onto the cage, helping the two women out of the cage, onto the chair and then the floor, then the climb up the ladder. She got quite animated as she described the conditions and what she saw along the way. When she got to a pause, I said, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but do the ladies want to come out too? I imagine they don’t want to make the whole trip sitting in the bag?” All this time, not a peep from either of them. Melanie crawled across the passenger seat to where the bag was leaning up from the floorboard, and tugged on an open corner to peer inside. “Ladies, you’re welcome to come out and join us.” then she added, “It’s safe. Nobody’s going to hurt you here. I promise.” There was a faint stirring, some rustling inside the bag. Then it just dawned on me, they were naked. Who knows how long they’d been naked, but they didn’t know me from Adam … and who knew what sort of trauma those two goons had put them through. I remembered Melanie’s descriptions of what she went through and shuddered. I thought quickly, there weren’t exactly any clothes for them, but … maybe … “Hey Melanie. Umm … would this work for now until we can get them something to wear?” I pulled out some tissues. It wasn’t much, but they could wrap it around themselves like a bath towel maybe. “Ooh, yeah. Good idea. Give me those.” She scooped them up and then dropped them into the bag. “Ladies, try this for now. We can find you something to wear when we get … home … but see if this works for now.” I heard more rustling and a grunt. After a couple minutes, with the three of us just sitting and waiting to see what happened next, finally a tiny hand appeared near the bag zipper, and then the top of a head of black hair. I sensed her stretching to see over the top of the bag, and suspected she was using one hand to hold the tissue in place. She just took a moment and looked around – at Melanie, and then at Maria and the laptop, and then … at me. Her eyes got as big as saucers and her head popped back down into the bag. Melanie said, “Hey Becky, it’s okay. Like I said, nobody is going to hurt you here. This is my boyfriend. He’s the sweetest guy I know. He’s not going to hurt you either. Now … is it okay if he just helps you up onto the seat? You can sit here with me. Alright?” The top of her little head appeared again. She looked at me again, then at Melanie, and then nodded. “Okay. I’ll be very gentle, okay? I’m just going to lift you up and set you back down. That’s all. Okay?” I slowly reached my hand towards her. She flinched at first, and I stopped. I saw her take a couple of calming breaths and then nod again. I continued, gently wrapping my hand around her waist. I slowly lifted her up from the bag. I could feel her soft body through the thin tissue, though I wasn’t about to dwell on that or try to touch her, I could sense this was a tenuous situation. I lifted her over Melanie and then set her down gently against the back of the passenger seat, next to Maria. As I took my hand away, I asked softly, “How was that?” She looked up at me for a moment. Her eyes weren’t bulging this time, she was just looking at me. Perhaps contemplating. She nodded and said “Thank you.” I said “You’re welcome. Do you think your … “ Becky blurted, “Step mom.” “Alright. Do you think your step mom will let me … “ At that I saw out of the corner of my eye, another tiny hand appear, this time followed by a tiny mop of blonde hair. She looked up at me, wide eyed just like her step daughter, but then turned and looked at Becky. Maybe she could sense that Becky was … if not comfortable, at least not scared to death of me like it seemed she was a minute ago. She looked back at me and then said “Okay.” I carefully, slowly reached into the bag. I felt her flinch at my first touch, but then she didn’t resist as I wrapped my hand around her waist and slowly lifted her up. She was smaller and lighter than the others. As she rose up in my hand, my thumb and index finger around her waist and her bottom against my palm, I again resisted the urge to touch anything else or even enjoy the sensation of her in my hand. They weren’t ready for that and might never be, we were rescuing them from a bad situation and it wasn’t my place to remind them of where they’d just been. I gently set her down next to Becky. As I slid my hand away, Melanie crawled back over and sat down on the other side. All four of them sat together in the passenger seat. For a moment, I just looked at the four of them, all lined up, all four fitting in the passenger seat with room to spare. I wondered to myself how it happened that I somehow became chauffeur to four beautiful women. I smirked. It was time for me to get them all home. |
1693115183 | melanie35 | As we drove, I asked again, “Are you all hungry? Melanie, I KNOW you must be, you haven’t eaten since breakfast. It’s … kinda late though, I’m … not sure what’s all open.” As I spoke I could see ahead, the lights of the McDonald’s going off and the last workers heading to their cars. “Do you ladies want me to stop on the way, or just head home and make something?” Becky turned to Melanie and asked, “Home?” She replied, “Well, where we live anyway.” Hearing them speak, I said “If it’s all right ladies, I think it’s best we go there first. I can try to get ahold of Mr. Caulfield and let him know you’re alright, but I don’t think it’s safe to just take you to him right now.” Cindy spoke for the first time, curtly snapping, “And why is that?” “Because,” I tried to explain calmly, “he’s been blackmailed all this time – the two of you were, I figure, meant to ensure his compliance. To keep him in line. Those goons – and their operatives – are still out there. He could well be under surveillance right now. Taking you to him right now could put all of us in danger. I have some ideas, but let’s get back to the house first. It’ll be easier to explain and finalize a plan after we get something to eat … and get you both something clean to wear.” Becky looked up, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “And … maybe a bath?” I said, “We can definitely arrange that. Just think about food, I’ll start cooking the moment we get back, which should be in like … 15 minutes? It’s almost 11pm on a Sunday night, so there shouldn’t be much traffic right now … “ Once the last McDonald’s employee pulled away and the lot was empty – save for us sitting in the far back corner against the backdrop of a copse of trees – I started the car and pulled out, heading for home. -------------------------- We pulled into the garage well past 11. Clearly everyone was tired and hungry. I carefully closed up my laptop. Maria had continued to watch for any movement on the two cameras and hadn’t seen anything, though I probably asked her every five minutes anyway, so I hoped that meant nobody realized they’d escaped nor that I’d snuck onto the property. Thinking about it, I was glad I remembered to take the rope with me, even if it meant jumping several feet down. One of those guards may come over in the morning and look at the camera, wondering why it stopped moving, and having a hook and rope there would make it really obvious. I was really hoping we might get through the night- maybe even the morning – before they realized these two women had escaped. Would it have been better if it was just Melanie, who they didn’t know was even there to begin with? No, we needed to rescue these two – it wouldn’t sit right with me to leave them once we knew they were there. Still it worried me, if their escape was discovered it meant we had a lot less time to work with. As if Melanie was reading my mind, she said, “I’m thinking even once they see the cage is empty, they won’t realize they escaped the mansion entirely.” I glanced at her. “What do you mean?” “We left a piece of twine on the cage … and made sure to cover our tracks after that. It’ll appear like they managed to climb out by themselves. My hope is they’ll be digging under boxes and behind cabinets for a while thinking they’re just hiding and not suspect anything more. Who knows, maybe they’ll blame those two goofs from security for leaving a piece of twine nearby.” “I … huh. That could work.” Then I snorted. She looked up at me again. “What’s so funny?” “You. Both of you. You seem to think I’m a genius but I’m surrounded by two very smart women. Between the two of you … those goons messed with the wrong women, didn’t they?” She replied, “The THREE of us. You’re supposed to be the brains of this operation.” I snorted again. “Not just the brawn?” I flexed my tricep. She laughed. “You know before I shrunk I could probably best you at the gym.” “That assumes I ever made it to the gym.” I smirked. “I suppose I’m only the brawn now by default, eh?” She laughed again. The two new women just sat there. Clearly we weren’t exactly what they expected from a rescue team. Maria chimed in, “Alright guys, let’s get inside and get some food.” “Okay. You’re right. I can empty the car later, but … how do we want to do this. Ladies, are you okay with me carrying you inside?” Becky said, “I … “ Melanie stepped in, “It’ll be fine. Don’t worry. Tell you what, you can only take two of us at a time anyway. Take me and Becky first, then come back and get Maria and Cindy.” Maria and Cindy looked at each other but didn’t say anything. Cindy was uncomfortable but was resigning herself to the situation. “Okay. Ladies?” I had the car door open and turned with one knee on the driver’s seat. Melanie stood up, and then took Becky’s hand and helped her stand up. Becky kept one hand on the tissue, trying with limited success to keep it in place. I reached for them, trying not to move too fast, and then wrapped one hand around Melanie and the other around Becky. I slowly lifted them up, and then stood up myself and took them inside, making my way straight to the kitchen. Through the thin tissue, once again I could feel Becky’s soft body against my palm and fingers, but resisted the temptation to do more. I did ask, “Oh, I should have asked, do you need the bathroom first or do you want to eat right away?” “Actually .. yeah, let’s clean up first. I’m starving but I’m filthy too, I feel kinda icky. Are you alright with that Becky?” I held both of them in front of me, a few inches apart. Becky looked at me for a moment, then turned to Melanie. “Uh … yeah. Okay. Can you … show me … “ then she lowered her voice to a whisper, “umm, all they ever gave us to use was … a litter box.” She whispered back, “Definitely, it’s alright. Come on.” Then back to me she spoke, “Okay, bathroom first then.” So I proceeded to the bathroom and gently set them both down next to the sink. “Okay. I can step out and close the door. Do you need anything?” Melanie looked at Becky for a moment. “Uh … Becky, do you want to take a bath by yourself, or … “ She snorted. Maybe she was loosening up a little. “Like it matters. I’ve been naked for … weeks? Months? I can’t remember the last time I wore clothes. Even … this.” She motioned to the tissue she’d wrapped around herself. “Okay. Tell you what. I’ll run some warm water in the other sink, and then I’ll step out. Oh … but Becky, what about your mom?” She looked a little annoyed. “What about her? Oh … ok. Yeah. Bring her in here too. As … much as we’ve seen and dealt with all this time, she lost any prudishness she used to have … and I think to get a hot bath, she’d probably offer to get you off in appreciation.” My mouth about hit the counter. I think Melanie’s did too. “I … uh, um, how about I just go get your mom.” I started to back out of the room, a little dumbfounded. Becky laughed and looked at Melanie. “Did I really just embarrass him?” Melanie said, “Probably. I can only guess what you two went through. I have … some of my own stories, but … “ I missed the rest as I stepped out and closed the door, heading back to the garage. Once there, Maria stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Took you long enough!” “Sorry, they decided they wanted to wash up first before we eat. So … um … is it Cindy?” She looked up at me and nodded. “I can take you over to the bathroom, your daughter’s there now. I can run a hot bath and then leave you alone while I make dinner. Would that be okay?” She looked a little apprehensive. “You … would leave us alone to get a bath? For real?” Maria snorted. “He really IS a nice guy.” She asked Maria, “Does he let YOU have a private bath?” She laughed this time. “Sure, if that’s what we want. But to be honest? Melanie likes the company, and … I guess I do too. So we … usually invite him to stay. But he’ll leave if we ask him to.” Cindy just looked back and forth between Maria and I for a minute, clearly not sure how to respond to that one. “I … “ and she turned to Maria, “You’re very lucky if that’s true. Every man I’ve met since um, this happened, um, expects me to do his bidding, or hurts me if I don’t comply.” She shuddered. Maria said softly, “I can’t even imagine what you went through. Yes I was very lucky, they did this to me but … I was rescued before they really had a chance to do anything. That I can remember anyway.” “That you can remember?” she looked shocked. “Long story. Right now let’s just get inside.” Maria reached out her hand to help Cindy up. They both stood there and waited for me. I moved my hands slowly, so Cindy could see what I was doing. I wrapped my thumb and index finger around her, and then scooped my palm under her so she could sit. I did the same for Maria, and then lifted them both up. As we went in, I asked Maria if she needed a bath too, or did she want to come help me with dinner. She grinned, probably recalling our encounter earlier this evening in the convenience store restroom, and said she’d love to come help me set up for dinner. So I proceeded to the kitchen first, setting Maria down on the table and giving her a quick kiss on the head. She gave me a wink back as I carried Cindy and strolled towards the bathroom. As I held Cindy, she just looked at me, but it wasn’t a glare or a scowl this time. It was more thoughtful, like she was trying to figure me out. Finally she spoke softly, “Um … thank you.” I looked at her, a little surprised. “For what?” “For … helping us get out of that … away from there … “ “You don’t have to thank me. I know you’ve been through hell. Melanie has too. These people … they’re destroying lives and … they have to be stopped. I’m just glad we were able to get you somewhere safe.” She sighed. “I know. Thank you.” At that I’d gotten to the bathroom door. I tapped on the door. “Ladies, is it okay to open the door?” I heard, “Honey, come on in, it’s fine.” Followed by some giggling. Holding Cindy in my left hand, I turned the knob with my right and then slowly opened the door. What I saw caught me off guard. Melanie had already stripped down and was standing at the faucet, she’d turned on the hot water faucet and it was running. What surprised me even more, was that Becky had set aside her tissue and was sitting on the rim of the sink, sticking her leg out and testing the water with her toe. “I … OH … Oh, I’m sorry!” I turned my eyes away once I realized Becky was naked and not rushing to cover up. Becky snorted. “You were right about him.” Melanie said, “Honey, it’s okay. I said you could come in.” “Umm … are you sure?“ “Honey, turn around and open your eyes. It’s fine. We’re all adults here.” I turned and opened my eyes. “Oh.” I stumbled a bit as Becky just sat there, breasts hanging out, and looked at me with a hint of amusement as I took in the sight. I realized I was still holding Cindy, and gently set her down next to the sink. Becky smirked. “It’s alright. Geez, you’re like the first guy that’s actually treated us like human beings in … I can’t even remember. We literally spent most of that time naked and performing tricks for … I don’t even know what to call those jerks. From what I understand,” she glanced at Melanie and back to me, “you see Melanie naked all the time and you still treat her well. And to be honest … any modesty I had at one time, that’s been trashed for weeks. It doesn’t bother me, not one bit anymore.” “Uh … okay. I should still give you guys some privacy though.” I started to turn back towards the door. Melanie blurted, “Not so fast. I could use a little help here.” I looked for a moment, nodded and reached over to fiddle with the handle, testing the water. Becky stuck her foot out and brushed my finger with her toes and giggled. I smirked and then the next time she did that I caught her foot between my finger and thumb. She yelped, but a big grin spread across her face. I tickled the bottom of her foot and she fell on her back laughing and kicking. It was then that I got a first glimpse of her as she parted her legs for a moment. I stopped myself and let go of her foot, worried this was going to get out of hand pretty quickly if I didn’t. Going back to the water, I felt it was hot but not scalding, and proceeded to close the stopper, letting the sink start to fill up. I reached over for the travel soap and placed it on the rim of the sink, within easy reach. Melanie put on a little show of slowly walking around to the rim of the sink, swaying her hips and enjoying the look I gave her as I drank in her gorgeous curves. She squatted down and then swung her legs over the edge, testing the water with her toes as she waited for the sink to fill some more. She called over, “Cindy. Come join us!” and then looked around and asked me, “By the way, where’s Maria?” “She was going to help me get dinner ready while you guys wash up.” “She doesn’t want to join us?” “Umm .. I can ask her. She wasn’t crawling around in a dirty bunker or climbing over walls though.” She looked at me for a moment. “Speaking of which. Don’t you want to wash up?” “Yeah, but let’s take care of you guys first. I can worry about me later.” “No, I insist. You should NOT have to wait on us. Go get Maria. And …” she bit her lower lip, always a sign she was scheming something, “how about getting us something to drink?” “I figured you’d be starving.” “I’m hungry, but … hey, I got an idea. Get something to drink and some snacks. A few chips or something. That will hold us over. I feel icky anyway, I’d rather have a bath first. And go get Maria, she should join us. We girls are going to have some bonding time. Girls’ hot tub night.” “You’re sure?” She looked me right in the eyes. “I’m positive. Hurry and get back here.” ---------------------- So a couple minutes later, I returned with Maria, some thimble cups and some potato chips on a napkin. I set Maria down and then realized I’d left the water running. The sink was nearly full. As I turned off the water I noticed somehow Cindy had tossed her tissue aside and climbed in with the others. She just looked at me and raised her eyebrows, as if expecting me to say something. I hesitated, unsure if I should be looking, though she was very attractive. I asked, “So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted water or … something stronger.” I placed three thimble cups around the edge of the sink, one in reach of each woman. As I did, Maria had quickly stripped down and picked up the fourth one, climbing in next to Melanie and setting her cup down as she propped her elbows on the sink rim behind her, floating her legs in the warm water. Melanie looked up. “I know I shouldn’t … but how about some wine. Ladies, you okay with that?” Cindy snorted. “Damn, after all I’ve been through, I deserve a drink.” The others nodded. Becky looked at her, eyebrows raised, as if waiting for something. “Okay, fine. You too.” She looked back up at me to explain. “She’s not 21 until next winter. But after this experience, I suppose that doesn’t really matter, does it.” I nodded in understanding. I went back to the kitchen to grab the chilled zinfandel from the refrigerator. Upon my return, I took each cup and carefully poured a tiny amount, trying not to spill TOO much. I had to figure out a better way to do this and not waste so much. But that could wait. I served up all four ladies, and then pointed out the chips, offering to bring some mini pretzels as well. Melanie I knew had to be starving, she grabbed a piece of potato chip small enough to hold with one hand, and began munching on it. Cindy and Becky each raised their hand and I picked up a small piece to hand to them. They devoured those pretty quickly and asked for more. “This is amazing. I know … it’s just potato chips, but … we’ve been living off … um, you don’t want to know. This is like heaven.” Maria just looked up at me for a moment, and then a big smirk spread across on her face. I asked, “What’s so funny?” She said, “You. Most guys would kill for this, sharing a hot tub with four naked women. YOU are too busy trying to make sure we’re comfortable, instead of just enjoying yourself.” “I … yeah. I’m … though I can’t exactly fit in the hot tub though.” She snorted. “No, but while we’re relaxing in here, you go wash up yourself. Then you can come do my back.” She winked. “You don’t want some privacy?” “NO. In fact, I think you should strip for us before you get in the shower. I don’t think it’s fair we’re all naked and you’re not. Besides .. these two ladies haven’t seen you yet, and I already caught you gawking at them.” She smirked. “You can’t deny it. So … help me out here ladies. Strip.” The others chimed in. This was four on one. Yeah I was way bigger than all four of them together, but it was still four on one. So … I kicked off my shoes, then started to pull my tee shirt off. Cindy of all people started whistling. Oh geez. I unfastened my belt and jeans and let them drop, and then my underwear. I’m sure this wasn’t much of a show, but still I was getting whistles and cat calls as I finished and then stood up. Cindy actually stuck her hand in the air and swirled it, calling for me to turn around for them. This was a little embarrassing, I didn’t think I had that much to show off. However, though I hadn’t admitted it to them, having four naked women in a hot tub was a definite turn-on, even if I wasn’t doing anything but looking. That was enough to get the juices flowing, so to speak. As I turned facing them, my groin right about even with the sink, I saw all four sets of eyes just staring at it. Maria was closest and waived for me to come a little closer, and then she pulled herself partway out of the sink, reached out and gave me a kiss right on the head of my penis. She looked up and winked at me and then said “Okay tiger, get in there and wash up.” I almost needed a cold shower. Glad for the frosted shower doors and the towel draped over, I had a little bit of privacy as I had to go finish myself off in the shower under the running water. Better that than remain all worked up and do something I’d regret. I didn’t know these two ladies at all – I’d literally just met them within the last hour – and this could well be the effects of the trauma influencing their actions, plus now they were drinking. I had to be careful. I washed up and then dried, wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out. Maria saw me and swam to the edge, her head and elbows up on the rim. “About time. Do my back?” I got some soap on two fingers and began to soap up her back. As I caressed her skin, I said “You’re awfully flirtatious this evening.” She snickered. “More than usual?” Thinking about it for a moment, I replied, “You have a point.” She snorted. Melanie swam over next to Maria and looked up at me with puppydog eyes. “Me too?” I grinned. “Of course, my lady.” She snorted too. So now I had both hands going … part of me was worried the towel would drop and I’d get a bunch of cat calls again. But I did enjoy rubbing their backs, touching their soft skin, using two fingers to rub their shoulders and occasionally slipping a finger down to caress their bottoms. This was like a normal day, if not for the audience. I caught both Cindy and Becky watching me give my girls a backrub, they didn’t look aghast, rather they both almost looked like they were going to ask for one. But they didn’t to my relief. I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable touching them like this. Maybe in the future … but no, there are more important matters right now. After a couple more minutes of this, I said, “Okay, why don’t you all finish up and get dressed, I’ll work on dinner and come get you in say .. 10 minutes? Or longer. No rush. Oh .. and ladies” as I turned to Cindy and Becky, “we should have something for you to wear. I need to get some more clothes, once Maria” I looked back at her “tells me the secret to where she found this stuff. And ... there are towels right behind you.” As I started to walk away, I heard Becky motioning to the clothes stacked up in the corner, asking, “How did you … “ Maria said, “I .. was only shrunk a couple days ago. Before that I’d gone shopping to get clothes for Melanie.” Cindy looked alarmed. “How … two days ago?” Maria replied, “Melanie went back to Advanced Future Technologies. The lab on Level 7 where they did … THIS. She tried to sneak in and figure out what was going on, then she got caught, I ran up there and they tackled me and tied me up and used the machine on me. Then he came in and rescued BOTH of us.” Cindy scowled at Melanie. “He LET you go back in there?” Melanie scowled back at her. “I didn’t really give him a choice.” She sighed. “I needed ANSWERS. It was killing me not knowing what happened. He went out of his way to help me. Both of these guys did. He even made a two-way radio for me to wear. And when he did get up there, you should have seen him, he clobbered both of them. Where do you think they got those bruises from?” she smirked. “And we were able to access some of their records and files. How do you think we figured out where they were located, figured out they’d kidnapped Becky, and … figured out HOW this all works. I told you, he’s smarter than they are. He’s already working on how to … fix this.” I smiled, listening to Melanie stick up for me like that. I continued on down the hall to get dressed and make dinner. |
1693115186 | melanie36 | threw on boxers and a tee shirt and then went to the kitchen to start making food. Something quick and easy. I began boiling some water and then tossed in a handful of angel hair pasta. While that simmered I dug through the cabinets looking for some pasta sauce. As I did, I came across a wicker basket. No idea where it came from, probably some gift basket someone gave me one year. But I thought of another use for it. So I pulled it out, dusted it off (away from the food obviously!) and quickly looked around for a kitchen towel to throw across the bottom and drape over the edges. As I did, I thought about having four women in the house. As tiny as they were, we were going through towels like crazy, I was going to have to run more laundry. Heading back to the bathroom, even though the door wasn’t closed, I tapped on the door frame and asked if it was okay to come in. I was greeted with some giggling. I peeked in and saw they were all up out of the water. Maria had donned one of the gown/smocks I’d stitched together for Melanie weeks ago, I knew she liked to sleep in those. Melanie was bundled in a hand towel, wearing it like a bathrobe. The others had hand towels over their shoulders and were apparently considering whether to do the same. Melanie saw me and said, “If only these came with a belt.” She raised her eyebrows as if to suggest I figure out this latest problem, then motioned her head to the side. Ah. Our two new ladies needed something. “Ah. Let me think on that for a sec.” I set my basket down. “I’ll be right back.” I jogged to the office / spare bedroom and dug through the closet until I found a ball of yarn, then found scissors and proceeded to cut a few lengths, each a little longer than my hand, figuring that would be enough to wrap around. Returning to the bathroom, I presented my idea. “Will these work?” Melanie looked at me, I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye. She said, “Perfect. Can you tie one on me?” She walked to the end of the counter, stood up straight and held he arms up, the towel gaping open. Unable to resist, I bent down and kissed her on the stomach, before tucking the hand towel back into place, wrapping the piece of yarn around her and then tying a little shoelace knot just off to the side where she could easily reach it. She looked up and grinned at me. I offered the other pieces of yarn to Becky and Cindy, who each took one and then tried to tie it like a belt. They both struggled for a moment. These were just cheap hand towels – not the super thick kind – but to them these probably felt like wearing a blanket. Well, as long as they were comfortable. They managed to tie their knots. While this was going on, Maria was eyeing the basket. “So, what’s with the basket?” “Oh!” I picked it up and held it steady at the edge of the counter. “Ladies, your chariot awaits.” She snorted. Then looking first at the basket, then at me, she grinned and said, “A little help?” and lifted her arms, her sign that she wanted me to pick her up. So I gently scooped her up in my other hand and then lay her softly into the basket. Melanie smirked and walked to the edge and waited for her ride, which I promptly obliged, wrapping my hand around her and whisking her into the basket. I looked at Becky and Cindy and asked if they wanted to climb in or needed help. Becky walked over, took a long look inside the basket, and then sat down on the sink edge and swung her legs into the basket and climbed in. Cindy came closer, and then decided she’d rather take the easy route. So she let me bring my hand to her and wrap it around her, lift her up and lay her down into the basket with the others. All four of my charges in tow, I turned and made my way back to the kitchen, setting the basket down in the middle of the table. I started to walk away and stopped at the sound of someone clearing their throat. I turned around. Melanie had her hands on her hips. “Honey, I appreciate the thought, but this isn’t going to work without a step.” I just looked for a moment, sized up the height of the basket edge … “Umm … yeah, sorry about that. I’ll find something. Do you mind if I just lift you out for now?” She snorted. “Since when do I ever mind? … Actually I think you need to lift all four of us.” So I proceeded to gently lift each of them up over the edge of the basket and onto the table. Then I went to go look for two more chairs. Of course the table was a little small for four, but I jogged to the other room and grabbed two chairs. I think this is all four that I’d bought. Damn, I was going to need more in a hurry. I could never have imagined we’d grow from one to four in a matter of … three days? Wow. As they got settled I got one plate and scooped out the pasta. Angel hair was smaller and easier for Melanie to work with, so that had become our default pasta around the house. Regular spaghetti for her was like the size of a drinking straw, and a lot of trouble to eat. I cut up a portion of the pasta into smaller pieces and then began scooping it into little bowls. I asked each of them if they wanted pasta sauce or butter, and then began serving up dinner. I had four tiny forks and four tiny knives and I was about to use all of them for one meal. So I’d be washing a lot of tiny dishes around here for a while. I brought my own plate to the table and sat down, the four women already digging in to their servings around the little table – which worked well for one or two, but was clearly a little tight for four. Once Melanie got a few bites down, she began debriefing us on what she’d learned during her unplanned trip inside and under the mansion. Including more information on their timeline to complete the machine (days at the most), the possibility that their ‘boss’ could be visiting the mansion Monday or Tuesday, and their plans to wrap up work on Level 7, possibly tomorrow. When she described Bob’s plan to extract the element and then sabotage the current machine, the mention of an explosion drew a gasp from both Becky and Cindy. When she talked about the explosion being enough to take out part of the building, destroy the remaining evidence and that they wanted it to take out Mr. Caulfield at the same time, Becky shrieked. Becky turned and looked right at me, her eyes turning red. “Please, you have to stop them!” I said, “That’s the plan. And thanks to our crack intelligence operative,” I nodded at Melanie, who snorted and rolled her eyes at me, “I think we have enough information to put our plans into motion. But first, let’s fill you guys in on the rest of this.” I proceeded to explain the connections we’d discovered between the scientist goons and the mansion and the LLC that was set up as a holding company for the mansion and the separate LLC that apparently controlled that LLC. When I told them S.E. LLC, it didn’t mean anything to them, as I suspected it wouldn’t to most people, until I told them it stood for Shrinking Enterprises LLC. Cindy almost choked on her food when I let that piece of information slip. Melanie and Maria helped fill in more of the details about what we were pretty certain was their end game – a highly lucrative black market where they could not only sell miniature women for a small fortune to billionaires to use for entertainment, torture, deviant sex acts or who knows what else – as well as the possibility that they could even use this for rich people to permanently eliminate their enemies or rivals, reducing them to toys and the outside world would never find them. Now that we had all that out of the way and they understood what was at stake, we had to discuss next steps. “Here’s what I’m thinking. The way you’re describing,” I nodded to Melanie, “the two goons will be in the office tomorrow, at least part of the day. Even if they realize the ladies are missing, I doubt they’re going to spend all day looking for them, they’ll figure they couldn’t have gone far and they can resume the search later. Though if they don’t go down there in the morning, all the better. We’ll keep an eye on the cameras for unusual activity.” I saw some nods but no comments yet so I continued, “If one of you can provide a good number to reach him at, I’ll try to contact Mr. Caulfield in the morning. Here’s the rub though. He’s likely being observed. It’s possible his phone is bugged. They’ve had the two of you as hostages to ensure his compliance, but with so much at stake I can’t imagine they wouldn’t have other measures in place – such as to ensure he doesn’t hire a detective. SO, I have to be careful how I contact him, I don’t want these people getting overly suspicious AND I can’t take a chance of leading them back here. So when I meet with him … you guys need to stay here.” I could see Becky and Cindy both about to protest. “I’ll set up a web cam both so I can make sure you’re safe AND so you can speak with him, over MY phone, once he and I are in a safe place. I don’t want these people tracing a number back to us here, and I don’t want them realizing the two of you escaped yet. The longer they don’t realize that, the more time we have to enact the rest of our plan.” It seemed like all four were listening intently to my description. I suppose they all had a very vested interest in this. Becky blurted, “But when do I get to see dad in person?” “As soon as it’s SAFE to. We could well have this wrapped up in a matter of days, but until then we don’t know how many others are involved in this – we’ve got the two scientists-goons, the security staff there at the mansion, someone they call ‘the boss’ who could be one person or he could represent a group of investors. There may be others watching your dad, either hired help or people who are part of the organization. We’ll need to draw them out to catch them, and if we don’t do this right, they’re going to go into hiding. We don’t know how many people are aware of this technology and we don’t know how many people have the knowledge to make it work, beyond … those two … and myself.” Cindy started glaring at me. “YOU know how to make this work? What’s to stop YOU from doing the same thing they plan to do?” Melanie snapped back at her. “Who would you rather have this – them or us?” I jumped in quickly, “I have absolutely no interest in doing what they’re trying to do. Nobody like that should have that kind of power. The only reason I know it is because I studied their notes and schematics, and I only got those thanks to these two brave young women here.” I nodded to Maria and Melanie. “I need to understand how it works in order to figure out how to REVERSE it. And I can tell you what, there is NOTHING in their notes to suggest they’ve even given reversal a thought.” Cindy calmed down a bit, but said, “You figured this out in … “ she looked at Melanie “didn’t you say that was just last week?” Maria piped up, “Friday night. Two days ago.” Cindy looked skeptical. Melanie blurted, “I TOLD you my man is a genius.” She beamed at me. I said to Cindy, “Tell you what, we can go in the office and I’ll walk you through the equations if that’s what you want. But right now we need to get this moving. We have limited time. So where were we … okay. Yes. I'll talk to your husband and you can speak to him over webcam through my phone, let him know you’re safe. But I can’t take a chance bringing you there to see him in person, if he’s being tailed then you both could be in danger. I know you hardly know me, but I’m hoping you’ll be able to trust me with this at least, okay?” She nodded. “Alright. Now I’m assuming the goons will finish their work on Level 7, take the element and set up the machine to explode when someone tries to test it. We need to let them do that, we can’t let them know we’re on to them yet.” Both Becky and Cindy looked alarmed. Becky shrieked, “Why would you ever let them do that?” I calmly replied, “As long as we KNOW what they’re doing – and I ask your dad not to let anyone onto Level 7 yet – I can dismantle it. Their plan, I’m sure, assumes nobody knows about the explosive. Right now we’re a step ahead of them and we have to use that to our advantage. Tomorrow evening, once they’re back at the mansion – we can confirm over the cameras – and hopefully this ‘boss’ shows up to check on them – that’s when we call in the swat team. They won’t have hostages to bargain with anymore. Now … to get the police involved, might be a little uncomfortable for you.” Cindy squirmed in her seat. “Uncomfortable … how?” “Umm … one of you – or both – might need to give a statement. About your kidnapping and … other things. I’m sorry. I doubt the police are going to go get a search warrant and bring a team to the mansion without any evidence of a crime. You’re … the evidence.” -------------------------------------- After we ate and I brought each of them back to the bathroom to freshen up, I asked Becky and Cindy about sleeping arrangements. Melanie of course, had been sleeping on a pillow on the bed for weeks, while Maria – despite the newness of her situation – was also totally comfortable with that arrangement. The other two, though, I had no idea and I wasn’t going to push them one way or the other. I offered them the option to sleep in the living room, I’d get them a hand towel ‘blanket’ and they could lay on throw pillows – two separate ones if that’s what they preferred. Or they could stay in the bedroom with us, and there were other options – such as the floor (I could take a larger towel and make a big sleeping bag) or the dresser, if they weren’t comfortable on the bed. They seemed to like the sleeping bag idea – and Becky for one seemed a little uncomfortable sharing a bed with three people she’d just met today – so I proceeded to fold up a bath towel into the form of a big sleeping bag with an extra layer to create a pillow. I asked them both if they wanted to change, as they were still wearing their ‘bath robes’ (essentially a wash cloth wrapped around their shoulders and tied with a piece of yarn) … Melanie was still wearing her ‘bath robe’ as well, but I suspected she’d shimmy out of that at some point in the night. She was used to sleeping in the buff before Maria joined us. However, they both stuck with the bath towels. I shrugged and didn’t push. It was more important that they got some sleep. They were both getting a little more comfortable with my carrying them around, which I suppose meant they were more comfortable around me. I’d worried after their ordeals, they might be a little shell shocked and not trust anyone. That might still surface at some point. But for now, we were making progress. I scooped up Cindy, knelt down at the ‘sleeping bag,’ pulled back the ‘covers’ and gently lay her down, pulling the ‘covers’ back over her. She actually smiled at me. Then I stood up and collected Becky, carrying her over, kneeling down, laying her down and tucking her in. Becky snorted. “What’s so funny?” I asked softly. “You. I haven’t been tucked in since I was a kid. Now I have this cute giant man tucking me in.” I smirked. “You really think I’m cute?” She hesitated for a moment. “Yeah. You’re a lot nicer to look at than those … “ Now it was my turn to snort. “So that’s my competition, huh?” She grinned. “You’re also a lot nicer. But yes, you’re a cute guy. Er, handsome guy. Is that better?” “Better.” Then on a whim I bent down and kissed her on the top of the head. She whispered, “Good night” and I caught her grinning as I pulled away. Huh. I was half afraid I’d get slapped. I saw Cindy out of the corner of my eye glancing at me and I asked, “Do you want a good night kiss too?” She might have blushed, it was hard to tell in the dim lighting, but she didn’t say no, so I took that as an invitation. I bent down and kissed her on the top of the head. Then I pulled back, looked at both of them and softly said “Good night ladies, get some rest.” I went back to the bed, where Melanie and Maria were getting comfortable on the pillow next to mine. I draped a hand towel over each of them. I bent down to kiss Melanie good night and she grinned at me and then puckered her lips. I pressed my own lip to hers. Then she whispered, “Help me out of this.” and pushed the towel down, motioning to the yarn bow at her waist. Taking the ends of the yarn, I pulled on them to undo the bow knot I’d made for her earlier. As the hand towel fell to her sides, uncovering a sliver of bare flesh, she first grinned at me, and then bit her lower lip. I knew her too well at this point, it meant she was anxious and anticipating my next move. I bent down and kissed that sliver of exposed flesh, brushing my lips against her little stomach. She worked her arms free, exposing much more. I pushed my upper lip against her breasts, brushing her nipples. She whispered, “I missed you so much.” I whispered back, “I missed you too,” my breath against her skin causing her to tremble. I gently slid my hand under her and scooped her up, then rolled over onto my back, holding her above my face. I kissed her all over, slowly making my way across her entire body, her face, her shoulders and arms, her breasts and stomach, her thighs, her legs, and then I gently turned her and kissed her neck and back and bottom, before I set her slowly down onto my lips, her legs dangling past my chin. I slowly sucked on her bottom for a moment, and then slid my tongue out to caress her ass and her pussy. I explored her with the tip of my tongue, taking long stokes over her mound and then wiggling my tongue until her lips began to part for me. I stroked her there, slow but forceful strokes, while one finger from the hand that held her began to massage her breasts and tickle her hardening nipples. She began to pant and groan. One part of me worried she’d wake up the others, though they probably hadn’t fallen asleep yet … no, I could just picture Cindy and Becky laying there in their sleeping bag. I doubted they could see what was going on, though the sound coming from Melanie’s lips surely gave it away. It wasn’t long after that when I could feel Melanie shuddering as she sat upon my lips, the tremor through her body announcing her climax as surely as a beacon. I slowed my ministrations as she came down from her high, enjoying her taste upon my tongue. Once her breathing started to return to normal, I gently turned her in my hand and kissed her several times on the chest and thighs, before laying her down on my stomach and idly caressing her back with my thumb, the rest of my hand covering her lower half like a blanket. Elsewhere in the room, I wasn’t sure, but thought I heard very faint moaning and grunting. For a fleeting moment I’d forgotten there were five of us here in this bedroom. I continued to caress Melanie’s back for several minutes with my thumb until she dozed off, then I carefully slid her off my stomach and back onto the pillow, where I tucked her in and let her sleep. As I lay her down, I saw Maria looking at me from across the pillow, a knowing grin on her face. I put my finger to my lips to shush her, though it was hard to hide my own grin. As I lay back my mind drifted to just a few weeks ago, how my life was so quiet and mostly uneventful back then. I remembered they day I got that frantic call from Melanie, how I was just lounging in the sun with a beer and a good book. I could never have foreseen that in a matter of weeks, how quickly my life had been turned upside down. Right now there are four beautiful women in my room, and all of them are depending on me for everything – not just meals, shelter, clothes, but in a bigger sense, their own survival. They were depending on me to stop a well-funded criminal organization, sparing the lives of who knows how many future victims, stop an explosion and potential mass murder, reunite two of them with their father/husband while saving his life from said explosion, and all the while, make a scientific discovery, achieve something that had never been done before in human history, in order to restore them to normal. Just thinking of the work ahead was exhausting, and soon I drifted off to sleep. |
1693115189 | melanie37 | In the morning, I managed to wake up before the women did, I supposed they’d had a harrowing day as well – and Cindy and Becky probably hadn’t slept in a real bed for some time. So I quietly got moving, starting the coffee and enjoying a few minutes by myself to wash and brush and shave. I made it back to the kitchen and sat to check my phone and wait for the coffee, when I looked over and saw Cindy padding down the hallway in my direction. I met her partway, getting down on my knees so she wouldn’t have to strain her neck so much. I said, “Good morning. I’ll have coffee ready soon if you want some.” Her eyes got wide. “Coffee? Umm … I’d love that. But … can you help me with … umm … “ I figured out what she meant pretty quickly. I held my hand out next to her. “May I?” She nodded and let me pick her up. I held her in my hand as I slowly got up – trying not to spook her, I always wondered what it felt like going up that quickly but my mind kinda likened it to a roller coaster, and I’m not sure I’d be into that first thing in the morning. Standing, I gazed at her in my hand. She was a little disheveled, not surprising as she just woke. She’d slept in the wash cloth that she wrapped around her shoulders like a bath robe, though the string of yarn had fallen away at some point, and she’d just used her hands to wrap herself tightly in it like a little package. It was cute, at least I thought so. I carried her to the bathroom and set her down gently next to the sink. “Do you need anything? If not, I’ll close the door and give you some privacy, I can check back in a few minutes.” She looked around, a little unsure. I decided to give her a quick orientation. I pointed out the travel soap, the stack of TP squares, additional hand towels, the clothes – there were a couple more pullover smocks (I was lucky I’d made several – I had no idea we’d go through them this fast!) and the regular outfits (several wrap-around skirts with velcro closures, some pull-over shirts and some blouses with little snaps … or big snaps for her, I supposed – to her the snaps were about the size of half dollars) - at least some choices for her. Maria had done well. Though I was definitely doing some laundry today. And maybe stopping to get more doll-sized clothes if Maria coughed up where she shopped at. I waited for her to get herself situated. She nodded to me and then I stepped out, closing the door behind me. I went to wash out the cups and plates and utensils by hand – I had barely enough now with four tiny mouths to feed – and then poured myself a coffee. Once I had a few sips, I headed back to the bathroom and tapped on the door, to see if Cindy needed any help. She called “Okay” and I slowly opened the door. Huh. She’d managed to get cleaned up and dressed. She’d picked out one of the velcro skirts and a pull-over. She looked up at me, a little grin on her face. “How do I look?” I said, “You look great. So you found some clothes? I … know they’re not a perfect fit, and we don’t have shoes, but … “ “Oh, no, these are great! I haven’t worn clothes in … wow, a month or two? I almost forgot what it felt like. This is great.” I smiled. It was nice to see her in a good mood, less than a day after her rescue. “Tell you what, do you want to come to the kitchen, I’ll get you some coffee? I was just about to go check on the others.” She gave me a bigger grin. “That would be SO awesome. Thank you.” Reaching out my hand again, I asked, “May I?” She snorted. “You can probably stop asking at this point. I need you to take me everywhere, I suppose.” I said, “I usually ask. Or Melanie gives me a signal. Though I’ve kinda figured out what she wants just from her body language. Usually.” At that I scooped up Cindy and carried her to the kitchen, setting her down on the counter, where we still had a little sofa she could lounge on, and I filled a little thimble cup with coffee for her. She took it eagerly with two hands and took a small sip, then sat back and inhaled the aroma. “I’ll be back, let me go check on the others, then I’ll start making breakfast. We have a big day ahead.” -------------------------------- My other three charges were all stirring by the time I got back to the bedroom. I gathered them up and brought them to the bathroom, gave them time to clean up and change while I started breakfast, then returned to collect them. I surprised them by bringing the basket back, but this time with a notch cut out of one side. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, it only took a minute but gave them a doorway to step into and out of the basket without climbing over a side that was nearly chest height for them. The edges were a little rough still, I’d have to fix that later. I brought them back to the kitchen and set the basket on the table. As they piled out, I doled out coffees for each of them. Turning to Cindy, still lounging in the little sofa on the counter, I asked, “Would the lady like to join the others for breakfast?” She snorted. “Why, I would love to.” “Your chariot awaits.” I held out my hand. She stood up and I carried her carefully, set her down next to the others, and then refilled her coffee cup. The others were looking at our little show, perhaps surprised that Cindy and I were getting along so well. Becky put her hands on her hips. “How long have you been up?” “Oh, a little while.” She grinned. “And the coffee isn’t half bad.” “Are you ladies ready for breakfast? I’ve got scrambled eggs. Anyone want cheese on theirs?” I took orders, doling out one tiny plate without cheese and then mixing cheese in the rest to melt it in the skillet before divvying up the rest. As they ate, I asked, “So Cindy, what are some ways I can reach Andrew? I plan to contact him this morning. I just have to be careful, it’s likely he’s being tailed, and it’s possible they’ve tapped his phone or phones. I imagine even though they’ve had the two of you as hostages to ensure his compliance, they’re probably trying to make sure he’s not in contact with someone – a detective, or someone at the FBI for example – to try to find you. I’m pretty sure there’s a reason you’ve been held captive for so long without a rescue.” Becky looked at me and frowned, but didn’t interject. “Remember, we’ve been outside of that loop. They don’t know about me and they don’t know where Melanie or Maria are. At the moment we’re a step ahead of them. But we have limited time before they discover you two actually escaped. Now … I do think it’s better we found you and got you out of there when we did, but it does mean our timeline is moved up. Sometime soon, if not today than tomorrow, they’re going to figure out you’re not just hiding somewhere in the bunker. Then they’ll all be on high alert. We need to take action before that happens. We need to catch them by surprise.” “So here’s the deal. This morning I’ll reach out to Andrew and set up a meeting. You guys need to stay here for your own safety. Cindy, think about, is there some code or some secret that he would know. I can’t just say, call him from here and say let’s meet in the parking lot. Whoever’s tracking him would probably be onto us quickly – and might be able to trace the phone back to me, which puts all of you in danger.” --------------------------- I was going to be gone a little while, leaving the four of them here at the house by themselves. I’d left Melanie alone a few times – usually just a quick trip to the store – and even then I’d taken precautions, making sure she didn’t need food, drink, bathroom, etc before I left and then taking her wherever she wanted to be for a little while – often her desk unless she wanted to take a nap. What was I to do with four of them? Though, if I got ahold of this guy, he’d want to – need to – talk to his wife and daughter. And without that, he’d be too suspicious of me to do what I needed him to. I figured the safest way for him to talk to them would be video chat over my phone. I couldn’t take a chance that someone would trace his phone back to here … or for that matter, that they could trace a call from his phone back to me and then put me on their radar. Either way would put the girls in danger. So as I mapped out the plan in my head, at the same time I kept my hands busy with an accommodation that I’d been planning for a while and just put off. For almost two weeks I’d been promising Melanie I’d build her an elevator. I already had the parts. Nothing fancy, mind you, basically a little gondola made from a wire mesh pencil cup, eyehooks looped through the mesh to glide it along a piece of metal shower rod, and some simple counterweights, enough to allow Melanie to pull the cup up or down the rod without too much effort. It took me a couple hours that morning, but I set one up – probably the most important one - fastened to the bathroom wall next to the sink, giving them a way to reach the sink on their own when I’m away. After I completed my install, I called all four of them over to show them how to use the new ‘elevator.’ Watching them try it out was a little entertaining all in itself. I watched as Melanie walked past my foot and climbed in, then slowly pulled herself up, past my knee, and then up even with the sink – and my waist. She climbed out of the ‘gondola’ and then urged the others to try it. Once I was sure they all had the hang of using the little ‘elevator’ and could access the bathroom sink, I went back to my computer and worked on a text message to Andrew. I couldn’t chance it coming directly from my phone – if his lines were tapped, it wouldn’t be hard to Google my phone number and get a name and possibly an address. Instantly putting us on their radar and putting the girls in danger. No, I wasn’t taking a chance. I went off the laptop, using a secure routine to mask the caller ID, making it look like the text came from somewhere in his own building. At least that was my best guess. I made up a number from the same exchange as the one on their company website. I texted cryptically. I certainly couldn’t say who I was or that I had his wife and daughter with me. But based on Cindy’s advice, I texted asking him to meet me for lunch at the place and time he and his wife met for their third date. Apparently it was a lunch date at a food truck two blocks from the office. Huh. I wonder if Cindy used to work at the lab, or maybe some business nearby. She said she was sure he’d remember it. Either way it would work well for what we needed. Of course as expected, the instant response was [Who the hell is this?] I texted back, [Just come meet me alone please, you’ll want to hear what I have to say] and I left if at that, hoping it was enough to pique his interest. I’d have preferred to be even more generic than that, but I needed him to come and talk to me and time was short. I checked the clock. It was already just past 11. They’d met at 1230, if Cindy was correct, and I had no reason to believe she wasn’t. I had a stop to make on the way, so I had to get going. I apologized for the rush and asked the girls to come on to the office for a minute. I set up my laptop on the floor, tilted down a bit so that all four could get in the picture easily. I explained that I’d be meeting with Andrew, and wanted them all near the web cam between 1230 and 1. And not to worry if I didn’t call them right that minute; I WAS going to call and give them – possibly all of them - a chance to talk to him. After all, Melanie and Maria both worked there – Maria literally as recently as Friday, technically today was her first day not showing up for work. Their input would be valuable as well. I didn’t know how much Becky or Cindy knew of the company, but they were his family and needed to talk to him for that reason alone. To let him know they were alive and safe – for the moment. I heated up some nuggets and fries, cutting them up into smaller pieces and apologizing for the haphazard lunch, as I placed everything on a single small plate on the floor just out of the aim of the web cam. I poured extra thimble cups of water and coffee and then gave both Melanie and Maria a quick kiss on the top of the head before I buzzed out. On the way I ran by a convenience store, picking up a pay-as-you-go phone and paying in cash, registering the number with the name and address of Melanie’s brother as it was the first thing that came to mind. If nothing else, on the off chance that the people tailing him traced that phone it would lead them to a dead-end. New cheap phone in hand, I saved the number on my own phone, then called it to make sure it worked and to save my number in this phone. I used Becky’s birthday as the lock pin, figuring he’d know that easily enough. Okay, now to meet Andrew and try to get him on board with this plan without him screaming and calling the cops, or worse, giving us away to the very criminals we were trying to take down. I drove to the corner, saw the food truck, drove past it, and parked a couple blocks away. I took a couple deep breaths and got out and walked over. I went ahead and ordered a hot dog and coffee, stood nearby to eat and collect the thoughts in my head, and waited. I knew what Andrew looked like, there was a picture on the company website. I guessed around fifty. Tall and just a little heavy set, dark brown hair – same color as Becky’s, just less of it, with a hint of gray - and I could see a little of Becky in his facial features. So as I ate I watched for someone meeting his description. I didn’t have to wait too long. He came up and walked right past me, stood in line at the cart, but kept looking around nervously, as if someone was going to walk up and shove him into a black van and peel off. Having finished my hot dog, I pretended to be on my phone, using the screen as a mirror to see if anyone behind or to the side looked suspicious. Given he came from that direction behind me, I suspected any ‘tail’ he had would also be coming that way. I didn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean much, if they had a professional tailing him they probably knew how to stay hidden – and I wasn’t exactly a secret agent myself. Everything I knew is what I picked up watching action movies. So … not much. Which made my next move tricky. I’d seen it done in the movies but those people always make it look easy. I walked past him, pretended to bump him accidentally, and then dropped the new phone in his pocket as I passed. I stepped around the corner first, gave it a minute, and then dialed the number. Peeking around the corner, I could see his eyes lit up as he realized something in his pocket was buzzing. He picked it up with a scowl on his face, glanced both ways, and then pressed the green button on the display. “Who is this?” he growled. “Mr. Caulfield. Listen. I have to speak with you, but there may be someone following you. Once you order, head to the park one block over to the left and find a bench, I’ll meet you there. Please.” “And just why should I listen to you?” “I am trying to help save your wife and daughter. And my own girlfriend also. I know what’s going on at Level 7. Please just come to the park, find a bench, I’ll meet you there.” At that I hung up. And hoped he would cooperate. I started heading to the park myself, purposely not looking that direction. It was a small area, being that the lab was on the outskirts of downtown. Just a portion of a city block – trees, paths and benches surrounded by buildings on two sides – but hopefully it would be enough privacy. I didn’t want whoever was tailing Andrew to catch my face. That in itself wouldn’t be much for them go go on, but if they took a picture and showed it to those goons I’d rescued the girls from on Level 7, they may recognize me. And that again would put me on their radar. No, we needed to be off the radar for another day or so … and maybe a few more days in order to weed out the rest of the organization. I found a tree and leaned against the trunk, looking like I was just hanging out browsing my phone. Out of the corner of my eye a few minutes later, I saw Andrew strolling along, half a sandwich in one hand. He came to the edge of the park, looked around for a minute and then walked over to an empty bench. I looked around myself, to see if someone was trailing him … and … was that … possibly … yeah. I saw someone stroll over and stand on the sidewalk just beyond the bushes, acting as if he was waiting for someone, but occasionally taking a peek around a line of bushes that marked an intermittent perimeter around of the park. I gauged that the park bench, luckily, was turned so that Andrew was facing into the park, rather than towards the sidewalk. If I sat there I had an idea which direction to avoid giving the tail a good view of me. Taking a calming breath, I strolled over and sat down on the opposite end of the bench. The moment I sat down, Andrew looked at me and growled, “What do you want?” I said, calmly and quietly, “Look away for now, I’ll fill you in. I’m sure you know some of this already, but bear with me. The research going on at Level 7 is key to a criminal enterprise. These are bad people, as you know. My girlfriend Melanie worked on Level 7 and then … got caught up in the scheme. I helped her escape. She and I have been investigating the whole enterprise.” He looked at me out of the corner of my eye, his face incredulous. I had to remember, he didn’t know me from Adam and had no reason to trust me. Yet. And what I was going to spring on him next, might set him off. “Yesterday we were investigating an estate north of here, where they appear to be building a second machine. In escaping that place we found your wife and daughter.” He growled and glared at me. “Who the fuck … “ “Please just hear me out. We rescued them last night. At the moment these criminals don’t know they’re gone, but they’ll probably figure it out soon. That’s why we don’t have much time.” He barked at me, “Where are they?” I cringed for a moment, he was getting loud and this was going to attract attention. “Give me a second and you can speak to them.” I pulled out my phone and started a video call. Hopefully seeing and talking to them would calm him down, I was already worried whoever was tailing him heard that and would be coming closer and get a look at me. The girls picked up pretty quickly, given they were all standing on the floor in front of the laptop and had to use their palms to push the keys or move the mouse. Though Maria had gotten pretty adept at that with all the practice she had yesterday. I saw Melanie’s face close to the camera first, and then she stepped back and the others came into view. All four stood within the camera field. “About time!” she said. “Sorry. I’m going to put Andrew on in a sec. Are you guys ready?” I turned to Andrew and said, “Here, I have them on video right now. They’re anxious to speak with you. Just keep your voice down, please.” I slid the phone across the bench. He glanced at it for a moment, huffed and then picked it up. “Who is this?” he grumbled. Geez, could the guy not see his own wife and daughter on the screen? “Dad! It’s me, Becky!” He gasped, but then looked at me with narrowed eyes for a second before looking back to the phone. “What the … “ Cindy chimed in, “Honey, it’s me. He’s telling the truth. Just take a breath and calm down. You’ll get your blood pressure up.” That did it, I could see the realization in his face. Was he thinking this was a trick? “What’s going on? Are you okay? What … did they do to you? Did this guy do anything to you?” “Honey, no. He and Melanie here came and rescued us last night. It was horrible down there, believe me you do NOT want to know. Those people are sick bastards and they want to do this to a lot more people. They have to be stopped. I’ve … only known Melanie since yesterday, but I do trust her. These people have helped us, gave us food and clothes, and I really think they can help.” Melanie stepped in. “Hi Mr. Caulfield, I don’t know if you remember me, but I used to work on Level 3. About two months ago I was assigned to Level 7 for a week and that’s when they did … THIS to me. Then they apparently EXPERIMENTED on me … for several days … and then put me ... somewhere bad where I was abused for a MONTH, before … my boyfriend rescued me. Now .. THIS” she grabbed Maria’s hand and pulled her closer, “is my best friend Maria. She worked on Level 2 until just last week, when they subdued her and shrunk her. Which … is why she … couldn’t show up for work today. Then my boyfriend rescued BOTH of us. Now the 3 of us are trying to get to the bottom of this and put a stop to it, before they victimize anyone else.” Andrew’s jaw about hit the seat for a moment as he listened to the whole story. “But … but … “ and he heaved a big sigh. “Bob promised he’d release them and … FIX this … once he was done with his work. I only played along because he promised nothing would happen if I cooperated … “ Becky jumped in, “DAD! Get real! A LOT happened to me .. to both of us .. I guess to ALL of us … I … can’t even talk about it. It was horrible. But you really think they were just going to let us go after all that, much less return us to normal?” Melanie jumped back in, “They don’t even know HOW. They never worked on that. WORSE, that Bob is just a pawn in this, he’s not in charge. He’s a criminal just like the rest, but there are people more powerful than him running all this. They have to be stopped.” I could see Andrew just shaking his head. Melanie continued, “And, my boyfriend IS working on how to reverse this.” At that, Andrew turned and looked at me again, eyes narrowed and scrutinizing. Becky stepped into the camera again. “Dad, listen to them. Okay? All of them. They’re really nice. And I believe them. Some of the things Melanie’s saying, I’ve heard that Bob and the other goon say too. They never planned to let us go. If not for them we’d still be in a CAGE.” She huffed. “Can you just trust someone for once?” He looked at me again and raised his eyebrows this time. I said, “Look. We’re trying to get to the bottom of this. I’m a scientist myself. I understand what they stumbled onto. There was a meteorite.” At that his eyebrows shot up higher. “There was an extremely rare element they extracted, that’s the critical component they’re using to diffract the laser. It basically fell into their lap. I’m already working on a way to reverse this, but I will need access to what’s on Level 7 to finish this. Just not yet. Listen to me, Melanie overheard last night that they’re almost ready with their second machine. From what she gathered, RIGHT NOW they’re packing up their notes, wiping the servers and taking the element with them. They also may be setting a trap. Rigging the machine to explode if someone turns it on. So for right now – soon as you know they’ve left – please – lock down Level 7 and don’t let anyone in that lab. I have an idea what they’re doing and I can figure out how to dismantle it, but not until they’re in custody.” His eyes got wide at that. I continued, “Now that your wife and daughter are safe – and I’m trying my best to keep them safe – I need to talk to the police. Do you have someone you trust that I can talk to? As much as these people have invested in this, I can’t imagine they don’t have someone on the payroll. I can’t take a chance meeting with just anyone and put the ladies in danger. They acquired an estate north of the city, with armed guards, cameras and 10 foot walls around the perimeter. So we’ll need like a swat team or something and we need to time it when the key people are in one place.” This time he grumbled, but pulled out his own phone and started looking up numbers. I added, “Be careful, they might be tracing your calls. If you have to reach me, use this other phone. The pass code is Becky’s birthdate and my number is already on there.” He grunted but pulled up a name and number from his address book and showed me, so I could quickly add them to my phone. “You trust this guy?” He grunted again. “Yeah. He’s my first wife’s brother. He’s a sergeant in the 7th precinct. You can trust him.” I said, “Thank you. I’ve got to get going.” I took my phone back and said “Thank you guys, I’ll head back soon” and closed out the call. “Now be careful, I know you’ve got a tail, he’s hiding behind the bushes over there. That’s why I went through all this to meet with you. Try to act normal once you go.” He nodded and got up to go. I waited a moment and then got up myself. As I did, I could see a shadow out of the corner of my eye. Shit. The guy must have seen us talking. I paused a moment and then started walking the other direction, towards the other cross street. I walked casually, as if I hadn’t seen him, but purposely walked towards where the park ended at the side of a building. As I walked, I watched my reflection in the glass. Sure enough, someone was walking in my direction, the same guy I thought I saw behind the bushes. At least the same clothes. The guy was probably good at stealth, but a wall of glass would make it hard to conceal someone. He was probably 8 or 9 paces back, trying to look casual. He had a jacket partially zipped, which was odd for as warm as it was on this a late spring day. I wondered if the guy carried a gun under there. I shouldn’t be surprised. Those guards at the mansion were armed. As soon as I got to the edge of the park and turned onto the sidewalk, I ran. I could hear footsteps behind me on the pavement as I bolted to the end of the block and then darted left around the far corner of the building. I ducked into the first alcove I could find and clung to the wall as tight as I could. I heard the footsteps going past, to the corner, and then stop. Damn, he was suspicious. I held my breath for a moment and listened. No footsteps, but that didn’t mean much, the guy was probably good at sneaking around. I sucked in my gut and remained glued to the wall in this little inset along the side of the building. As soon as I saw a foot that looked like his, I jumped out and bolted past him, running back into the park, and towards the other cross street. The guy took off after me, remaining close behind as I ran as hard as I could, down the block and around the next corner and down an alley. Once in the alley – what was I thinking? - I quickly looked around for someplace to go. There wasn’t time to stop and consider my options, nor to double back. I ran for a fire escape, jumping on top of a dumpster (damn, I could make a decent leap when I was running full steam, who knew) and reaching for the bottom rung of the ladder. I swung on that for a second and it began to slide down. I scrambled up it as fast as I could and flew up the stairs, my pursuer right on my tail. I could hear him on the ladder, the metal rungs clanging under his boots as he gave up any stealth. This was an apartment building, but I wasn’t sure the doors on any levels would open and I didn’t have time to stop and fiddle with one of the doors, a few seconds was all it would take for this guy to catch up to me. I continued up to the top, where there was a short ladder to the roof. Climbing that two rungs at a time, I hoisted myself up and over the bricks and onto the roof, rolling in the gravel as I got to my knees and then pushed myself back up. I ran for the far end, where there was a small structure with a door. I yanked on the door, just as I caught him jumping over the brick wall. At first it didn’t move, but then a second heave and it popped open. I ran inside and flew down the stairs, as quickly as I could, sailing down three flights and then flinging a door open. I listened as my pursuer came through the roof door into the stairwell and pushed the door again, banging it against the wall. I wanted to make sure he heard it. Then I went down to the next landing as quietly as I could, hoping he would think I exited there. I stood up against the landing wall, silently, as I heard the footsteps heading down from above. This was a gamble, I knew. If he didn’t fall for the ruse, I was giving up my lead. But I knew I couldn’t keep this up forever – and for all I knew, this guy was probably in better shape than me, and he could be armed. The footsteps stopped at the landing just above me and I heard the squeak of the door. As it closed, I debated where to go. I quietly but quickly crept back up, thinking if he didn’t see me there he’d continue down. I went up to that landing, my back hunched so he wouldn’t see me through the small window, and continued up to the next landing up. A few moments later the door opened again, and he came back out, huffing, and looked down first, then up – and saw me. On impulse I ran at him, grabbed the handrail with both hands, and kicked him with both feet, sending him tumbling down to the next level where he momentarily stopped moving. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily, but I took a chance and crept down to look at the body. He was still breathing, but looked like he was going to have a pretty nasty lump on his head soon. I found a gun under his jacket and dumped the bullets out of the chamber, then reached for his wallet and took a quick look, snapping a picture of his license before putting it back. I could look into that later. As I stepped away, I thought about his phone – doubting I could get into it, but if I took it away it would take him much longer to report back in. So I grabbed it headed back up to the roof. With all the commotion here in the stairwell, I was surprised no tenants had come looking to see what the noise was, but I didn’t want to be seen walking out the front door right after. I walked back up to the roof, calmly this time, trying to minimize the sound. I dropped the phone on the roof and then climbed over the wall to an adjoining building, visions of our escape from Level 7 coming back to me as I climbed across one more wall to a third building, which had a rooftop party deck. I calmly strolled over to the entrance on the other side and rode the building elevator down, exiting through the lobby level, and headed back to my car. All the while, I thought about the guy who was chasing me, whether he’d gotten a good enough look at me to make any connections, as well as how long it might take him to report in. Even if they couldn’t quickly trace anything back to me directly, they could go after Andrew and keep closer tabs on him – meaning I had to keep the girls away from him a little longer, for their own safety. |
1693115192 | melanie38 | Once I made it back home, I found the girls all hanging out in the office around the laptop, lounging on the floor and streaming a movie. I peeked in on them but didn’t disturb them – I wasn’t sure they even noticed I was back yet. That was fine, I could use a few minutes to chill. I pulled a beer out of the refrigerator – I hadn’t had one in a while – and sat and had a few sips before grabbing a napkin, breaking up a few chips into small pieces and carrying the napkin full of chips into the office, setting it down behind the girls to snack on. Melanie saw me first and turned around, then the others followed suit. I reached my arm over to the space bar to pause their movie. “You’re back. But you look a mess. What happened?” “As I suspected, someone was trailing Andrew. We met on a park bench … but didn’t keep it low-key enough, the guy figured out we were having a conversation. So he chased me afterwards.” “And?” “Well, I … left him unconscious in a stairwell 2 blocks from the park … hid his phone, hoping to delay his reporting in … and emptied the bullets from his gun.” I pulled a bullet out of my pocket as if to demonstrate that I wasn’t fibbing. “Shit.” I sighed. “Yeah.” “So what now?” “Now, we go to the police.” “WE?” she gave me a horrified look. I looked at Cindy. “Your husband gave me the name and number of a sergeant he trusts … “ Becky chirped up first, “Is that Uncle Joe?” Turning my attention to Becky, I replied, “I suppose so, yeah. I need to give him a call in a few minutes, but I suspect either he’ll need to come here, or I’ll need to bring you to see him, to give a statement. Time is short if we want to catch these criminals before the machine is operational – and catch many of them in one place. And one squad car isn’t going to do it, that place is like a fortress. I can’t imagine they’ll be able to get a warrant without evidence – and like I said this morning, basically YOU are the evidence.” She nodded in agreement. “Alright. Go ahead and call.” ----------------------- After I quickly washed up and changed, I sat at the kitchen table, all four girls joining me, sitting in their chairs around the little Barbie table. I dialed the number Andrew had given me. A gruff voice picked up. “Sergeant Joe” I replied, “Hello, this is Sergeant Joe Ducey?” “Yes. And who is this?” I set the phone down and placed it on speaker. Before I could reply, Becky jumped over and blurted, “Uncle Joe! It’s me, Becky!” “Becky? What the hell? I haven’t heard from you in months! Are you all right? What’s going on?” I spoke up, “This is what we’re calling about. Becky and Cindy Caulfield both were abducted and just escaped, along with my girlfriend Melanie, who’s also here.” Becky jumped back in, “Uncle Joe, it’s the truth. It was horrible. Cindy was with me, they kept us in a cage. These nice people helped us break out last night.” “Whoa, whoa. What are you saying?” I stepped in, “Sir, I think it would be good if we all met and had a talk.” -------------------- So rather than try to carry the girls downtown and into a police precinct, Joe finally agreed to come to us, but only because it was family. Becky had to help convince him. I could tell he’d rather we walk into the precinct, but there was no way I could go in carrying 4 women in a basket. Talk about a circus. Given Becky was his niece and appeared to trust him, and Cindy seemed like she at least knew him, I gave him the address – as uncomfortable as it made me to bring a stranger here - and worked on cleaning the place, getting the girls a snack and something to drink while we waited. I could tell they were all a little nervous too, bringing someone else into our circle, but we didn’t have much of a choice, did we? We needed the police to detain these criminals at the mansion. That wasn’t going to happen without evidence of a crime. Becky and Cindy WERE the evidence – for the abduction, the abuse, the repeated rapes – even if we didn’t get into the whole idea of shrinking people. Part of me wondered if I should try to talk Joe into leaving that part out of the report. The fewer people who knew this sort of thing was even possible, the better. Right? Right? I used the time we had post-call to clean up the kitchen and give them both a pep talk, more or less. They would need to tell their story. Becky sounded like she wasn’t going to have a problem with that, shoot she blurted it out on the phone already, but if they had to get into the details it might be tough. Though it would be a lot tougher on both of them talking to a stranger. I suppose we were lucky that they had a relative who was a cop. Before long there was a knock at the door. I answered the door and saw a tall middle-aged man, starting to bald on top, in a uniform with sergeant’s stripes. “You must be Sergeant Joe.” I stuck out my hand to shake. He just looked at it for a moment and then mumbled, “Is Becky here?” He didn’t seem too friendly. I pulled my un-shaken hand back and replied “Yes sir. Just, let me warn you, these people who abducted them – and my girlfriend too – they did some terrible things. Just keep an open mind when you see them.” I really wasn’t sure what to say – was I supposed to blurt out that ‘hey, your niece is now the size of a Barbie doll and so is her step mother and I have to carry them around the house’ … uh, no. I figured I should stop talking before I make things worse. I just led him into the kitchen. In the kitchen he looked around and grumbled, “I thought you said she was in here.” Becky jumped up and waved, “Uncle Joe! Uncle Joe! I’m right here!” He looked in her direction and jumped, then scowled and glared at me. “Is this some kind of sick joke? I could have you arrested for pulling this kind of shit.” “NO, absolutely not. Just let them explain. This is not a joke.” Becky said, “For real, Uncle Joe. They were like mad scientists. They did this to me, to step mom, and to these two women here too” as she motioned towards Maria and Melanie standing further back. “Just have a seat and we’ll explain everything.” I said, “This might take a while. You might want to have a seat. I’ll make some fresh coffee.” He grumbled but went ahead and sat down, still scowling and with his arms folded. How could he not see that was his niece right there? Did he still think this was a game we were playing? Geez. I added, “Andrew gave me your number. He knows all about this,” Joe looked at me suspiciously, “but they’ve been blackmailing him” as I motioned to Becky and Cindy, “to keep his mouth shut. You can talk to him and he’ll confirm, just be aware he’s being followed and they may be tracing his calls. I gave him another phone to use to reach us.” I jotted down the number and handed it to him. He just looked at it for a minute and sighed, then looked again at Becky, who was just standing there with her arms folded, waiting. Finally he looked like he was willing to sit and listen to the story. He pulled out his note pad and began writing as Becky told her story, including some parts I’d never heard before. She described the timeline from when she’d been home for the weekend and come to visit her dad at his office on a Monday before heading back to school. Someone whisked her to that lab and there was a bright light, then she didn’t remember anything for a while and woke up naked in a cage, with two giants looking at her from outside the bars. She was brave, though she did choke up a few times, talking about the times they stuck her in a fake room and made her talk to the camera (Melanie said that we’d gotten a hold of a couple of those if he needed them for evidence) and especially when she started talking about the things they did to her, or made her do. I marveled at how she could put on a straight face and describe it without completely falling down and bawling, though I supposed over all that time she’d started to get numb to it. Joe looked flabbergasted at the whole story, disgusted, pissed off, but at least not at her or me anymore. Cindy gave her own description of events, going back to when she’d come by the office to meet Andrew for lunch and was apprehended in the elevator, then the bright light and waking up naked in a cage with Becky. Hearing her speak, I started to understand more why Cindy wasn’t running off to the cops herself after Becky went missing. Apparently Becky was supposed to be off at college for spring semester. In the short time – 3 or 4 weeks – between their abductions, Andrew was covering by claiming she’d called when Cindy was out – and the relationship between Cindy and Becky was still fairly new, as Andrew had only remarried in the last year. Huh. I’d figured out that Melanie’s abduction was somewhere in-between, but didn’t realize it was in such close succession. Regardless, Cindy corroborated Becky’s description – even going so far as to describe how she fought back early on, literally biting off a piece of skin from that Bob’s dick, then getting punished for it until she couldn’t sit, but still gloating afterwards that he was in pain and bleeding. After they each gave their stories – and Joe had filled several pages with notes – Melanie stepped in. She started giving HER story. I don’t think Becky or Cindy had heard the full story, particularly regarding her siblings and how they abused her for a month, driving her to hide and plot for several days, finding her phone, charging it behind the sofa, and finally calling me to rescue her once she knew they’d both be out for a few hours. Then Melanie and I – with Maria chiming in – began to lay out the big picture. What we’d discovered regarding the mansion, the LLC it was purchased under, the LLC that controlled that LLC, the suspicions we had regarding one or probably multiple investors. We had evidence that I’d pulled up regarding the LLC’s and ownership of the mansion, as well as the emails we’d found that led us down that trail. I wasn’t too worried about mentioning our ‘break in’ at Level 7, given the wife and daughter of the guy who ran the company were here with us and involved in the whole affair, though I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to get into things like the cameras we placed at the mansion or trespassing on a loading dock to bug the equipment before it was delivered, at least not to a cop. For all I knew he’d give me a citation. So yes I danced around some of those details, and Melanie seemed to get where I was going with that and didn’t try to fill in the rest. Melanie, Becky and Cindy could all corroborate pieces they’d heard from Bob and the other scientist about their “plans” – so while it wasn’t exactly a shock for us to learn, it was no longer just speculation. We were all able to give some description of this “Bob” character and the other scientist, I’d never seen the two guards who were down in the fallout shelter yesterday. Becky and Cindy both gave some description, but also noted they weren’t the only ones, that they’d only seen the two scientists, but could count at least five guards that had come down at one time or another. None of them had done more than stick a hand in the cage and grab a feel or pinch an ass, but all of them had at least ogled then and none had offered any help to escape. None of them had ever seen this “boss” that they heard the scientists mention. For my part, I was able to add a description – and more - of the guy who was tailing Andrew and went chasing after me when I went to meet him just a couple hours ago. I had a picture of the guy’s license on my phone. I left out the part about kicking him down the stairs and claimed he slipped on his own – I still wasn’t comfortable admitting to a cop some of the things I’d done, even it it was literally to stop a criminal organization and rescue my girlfriend from harm. It’s not like I was a deputy or anything. Do they still even do that, or does it only happen in the movies? I did point out that Andrew probably had the scientists’ full names, since they were technically still employed by Advanced Future Tech, but reminded him to use the new phone I’d given Andrew, not his own cell or office line as those might be bugged. Bottom line, I explained that we hoped they’d be able to catch and detain everyone at the mansion – including the scientists since they were apparently staying there – and hopefully this ‘boss’ character, though that might require some surveillance to confirm he’s there before someone moves in. I pointed out the armed guards and cameras and suggested a swat team, though Joe was starting to look pretty annoyed with me, like I was trying to tell him what to do. I had enough sense to shut up at that point. For his part at least, he believed he had enough evidence to ask a judge for a search warrant. Now did that just mean they’d send two officers there or was it more, I didn’t know and didn’t want to push it by asking, though part of me wanted to scream that they needed to march in and arrest everyone on the spot. I did ask him if he thought the whole ‘shrinking’ piece should remain in the report or if the kidnapping alone was enough … he sounded like he was leaving it in. I really hoped that wasn’t a bad idea. A part of me did worry that once the cat was out of the bag – people realized this was actually possible and not just science fiction – there was danger that someone else would piece it together and figure out how to make it work. That element from the meteorite was key, and at least as far as I knew, it had never been found on Earth … so maybe others wouldn’t be able to solve it even if they did know. ------------------- After Sergeant Joe left, all we could do was wait. He was going to work on getting a warrant and hopefully more, while Andrew hopefully would be securing Level 7 once the two criminal scientists left – and they probably had already. I would need to get up there myself; while I understood the physics and the mechanics, I needed that machine and especially the element. Though as Maria had mentioned, as of last week there was still a chunk of that meteorite in a downstairs vault, which meant potentially a source for more of the element. Without that I wouldn’t be able to get the machine working – and wouldn’t be able to test my working theory on how to reverse the effects. All that would have to wait until the criminals were securely detained – at least in some holding cell. Otherwise any of them could come after us – threatening the girls, threatening me, threatening Andrew, creating mischief or mayhem at the lab. I would need time on Level 7, to first diffuse what I suspected was a bomb planted somewhere in the machine, then reconstruct whatever damage they did, then run some tests on the shrinking process as well as test my theory on the reversal process. I had no intention of shrinking anyone myself – inanimate objects were fine – but I’d need to test the reversal process on something living, animals probably, and examine them for any signs of degradation, before I ever dare test it on any of the girls. If I did this too soon and something happened to one of them, I couldn’t forgive myself. The guilt would kill me. I had to do this right. So it was going to take time. Something wet splashed on my cheek. I looked up and saw all four girls looking at me, concern on their faces. “About time!” blurted Maria. “You zoned out on us!” Damn. “Sorry” I half-mumbled. “Just a lot on my mind.” “This isn’t your fault, you know.” “What?” “This. Our situation. Yeah, don’t deny it. You feel guilty. There’s no reason for that. We need you, okay?” Maria walked up close and rubbed her tiny hand against my cheek. I’d been laying my chin on the table, lost in thought for a while. Snapping back to the present, I had four girls to take care of. I had no idea when the police would visit the mansion, nor whether Sergeant Joe would bother letting me know first. Maybe not if he saw me as extraneous to the investigation. The girls felt differently, I was sure of that, but if I really looked at this from the outside, not knowing all the work I’d put in to get to this point, I could see someone thinking that I was just taking advantage of four helpless ladies. Would a lot of people see it like that? My mind started running again, this time on ways to protect them here, especially if I had to go work in that lab on Level 7 and leave them here. I wouldn’t be around to stop a break-in – and if these criminals sent a crew out to respond to our calling the police, I wasn’t sure that I could stop them by myself anyways. So I started thinking of ways to keep them safe. Alarms, for sure, but also how to keep them out of reach if someone did break in. I brought the ladies down to the floor where they could run about the house as they liked, and then trudged off to the office to start jotting down my ideas and figuring out what materials I would need. In the meantime I did periodically peek over at the cameras we’d placed at the mansion, to see if there was any unusual activity or sign that the police were there. All appeared quiet, unfortunately. ------------------------------- After a couple of hours plugging away at my plans and making a shopping list of parts, Cindy came padding into the office to find me. “Umm … can you bring me to the bathroom?” I looked at her for a moment. “Are you having trouble with the elevator? Do you need me to fix it?” I started to get up. She put her hands out to slow me down. “No, no. Not that. J just wanted to talk.” I shrugged. Not sure why we couldn’t talk here, at the moment we had the office to ourselves, but what did I know. I bent down to pick her up and then carried her gently to the bathroom and set her down onto the counter. “So. What’s up?” I asked. “Close the door and have a seat.” I turned down the toilet seat and sat on the lid. It was really the only seat here aside from the rim of the tub. “Are you feeling okay? What do you need?” “I just want to talk.” She shook her head for a minute and let out a little laugh. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even be bothering you. Maybe it’s the effect of being this small, or maybe it’s all the stuff they did to us, but … I feel like I’m just … I don’t know how to describe it. Like I’m going to explode inside sometimes. But you and Melanie and Maria … the three of you probably understand some of this better than anyone else, what we’re going through. I … do think being this size makes us – or at least me – more sensitive, but maybe that’s just because everything is so big, it’s like over-stimulating. Does that make any sense?” She shrugged. “And you … I’m … a little embarrassed to say this. Now those people at … you called it the mansion? … they were bullies, they were frightening, they were rough with us, they hurt us if we didn’t do as they told us to. And sometimes they hurt us just for fun and they didn’t care. It was really scary. But you … you’re SO nice. You get what I’m saying? Around you it’s … I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing …” I held out my hand and touched her arm. “It’s okay.” She nodded. “Umm … anyway … being around someone who is so big like you but so gentle … it’s … exciting. It’s … a turn on. I know I shouldn’t say that. You’re so big you could make me do whatever you want, do whatever you want to me, but you’re so nice … part of me even fantasizes about what you would do, what would happen if you just had your way with me. But … I can’t. I’m still married. I know I was basically raped and abused over and over, but I had no control over it. I can’t willingly ask you to do anything because it would feel like cheating. Does that make sense?” “Yeah. It does. Don’t worry though. Yes I think you’re very attractive. But I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.” “I … appreciate that. Though it doesn’t help with my problem. I … feel like I’m going to explode. Being around you is actually making me horny. Oh that’s so embarrassing when I say it.” She turned her head away. I lifted a finger to her chin and turned her head back towards me. “It’s okay. Out with it.” She took a calming breath and looked at me. “So … I have a favor to ask. I … can’t have sex like you do with Melanie … yes I could hear, it wasn’t hard to figure out.” She smirked. “But can you do me a favor? Can I … look at you while I get myself off? Ooh, that’s so embarrassing, I can’t believe I said that.” She covered her face in shame for a moment. “Hey. It’s fine. I’d be happy to. Just tell me what you want me to do. It’s just you and me here, okay? Our secret?” She looked up at me, her cheeks a little red. After a moment she spoke, “Really?” “Yeah. What do you want … to see this?” I stood up and pulled my boxers down. She looked at me there for a minute, licking her lips as it hung in front of her. “Okay. Tell you what. Make you a deal. This is just between you and me, okay? You get undressed and you get yourself off. I won’t butt in, it’s all you. Besides, I already did see you yesterday, even if I tried not to.” She bit her lower lip, then whispered, “Okay” and began to undress. Then she stood there for a moment and said, “Can you … umm … stand where I can see it close up? It’s SO huge … I’m sure that sounds great for a guy when a women says his member is huge, but … I guess at my size everything’s out of proportion, isn’t it?” As I stood closer, she leaned in, looking at it, then reached out a hand to touch it. “It’s … so different than before.” She didn’t elaborate but I could guess she was thinking of her ordeal, the horrible things they did to her or made her do. She hadn’t talked about it, at least to me, but knowing what Melanie went through I could start to guess. Then I saw her take one hand and touch her own breast, slowly massaging it and then pinching her own nipple. She took her other hand away and started lowering it. As I watched her, it looked a little uncomfortable, doing this standing up. I thought about it for a moment and then softly said, “Cindy, would it be okay if I held you while you do it? I won’t interfere, you can just lay back in my hand while you … do your thing. I can hold you right next to my shaft while you’re at it. Standing up like that looks kinda uncomfortable.” She hesitated for a moment, took a long look at my semi-hard shaft and then nodded her head and said “okay.” I held out my hand and she sat down and lay back, using the tips of my fingers like a pillow, her legs straddling my wrist. At first I held her up to my face for a moment, taking in her features and inhaling her scent. “Uhh … “ she muttered. I smirked. “Sorry, I just … you do have a beautiful body. Okay, just looking, no touching. Got it. So … “ as I lowered her back down to my crotch, “Cindy, meet penis.” She giggled, but it didn’t take but a few moments for her mind to redirect itself to the ‘task’ at hand. Her eyes were trained on it, semi-rigid and hovering an inch from her face. That was about all it took and I watched as she lowered her hand back down and began to touch herself, strumming her fingers over her mound and running two fingers up and down the length of her lips, which – owing to her straddling my wrist – were gaping slightly, giving me a nice view. I just watched for a while as she continued to stroke herself, one hand coming up to knead her own breast while the other continued below, with gradually increasing intensity. I admit I was tempted to touch, to help her along. I knew if I did there was nothing she could do to stop me, but I resisted the urge. Instead, with my other hand I tipped the head of my shaft to brush it against her cheek. She gasped, the proximity enough to push her onward as she dipped two fingers into herself for the first time. Soon she was pumping herself vigorously, and I could sense she was on the verge of exploding. In the heat of the moment her eyes turned back to me and in a whisper so faint I barely heard it, she half-spoke, half-pleaded, “You can touch me. If … you want to.” Knowing she didn’t want me to help her along, I wasn’t sure where the dividing line was. I touched her leg, stroking it with my finger. She shuddered at the touch. I ran my finger to the knee, then used my thumb and forefinger to spread her legs even farther apart. I ran my finger along her side, careful not to intrude on her ministrations, and then up to her arms. I placed my finger on the arm that was doing all the work, feeling her tiny arm muscles as she worked her own cunt, and then I touched the other arm, the one holding a breast. I traced it all the way to the hand, inadvertently brushing the nipple of the breast she was kneading. She gasped and blurted “yes, yes, again!” I hovered my finger over her breast, just barely touching the nipple. That was the last straw and she climaxed, her hand pumping furiously and her back arching. I lifted her up closer to my face to watch her climax. She wailed and I could see her hand was damp and her fluids trickled from her lips and onto my wrist. As she slowed her hand, coming down from her high, I lifted her arm with my finger and thumb and wrapped my lips around that hand, gently licking it clean, tasting her for the first time. She opened her eyes again and looked at me, her face flushed, her body like jelly in my hand. In her tiny eyes I saw … contentment, maybe even happiness. As her breathing returned to normal, she spoke. “I … wow, that was … amazing. I had no idea. Nobody’s … “ I stopped her. “This was all you. I was just along for the ride.” It was true, I’m sure the circumstances were a big factor, but she needed to focus on herself. I only touched her at the end and I never touched her ‘there’ … just as I’d promised. She looked away for a moment. “Thank you. I … “ I said gently. “It’s our secret, okay? I’m here whenever you need me. Just ask.” “You … mean it? I … feel like I asked a lot. I’m … a little embarrassed.” “Hey, I said it’s okay. It’s just you and me here. Our little secret. Okay?” She nodded. “Okay. Just … please don’t tell anyone. Especially Andrew. Or Becky. I … think she likes you. She’d be mortified if she found out.” “I … understand. It’s just between us.” I was a little surprised by what she said about Becky. The girl was still in college. “Tell you what, let me set you down for a minute, you can freshen up.” “Wait” she blurted. I held her for a moment, just looking at her. “I … I’ve been a little selfish here. I … “ she bit her lip again and looked away for a moment, then back to me. “you need to finish off that bad boy. Tell you what. If I need to freshen up anyway … you can come on me … if you want to.” I just looked at her, momentarily at a loss for words. “Come on. I owe you that much at least. You can look at me while you do. People tell me I’m … nice to look at. Hopefully I still am, even if I’m tiny. I want you to go ahead and do it. Like you said, our secret, right? It works both ways. You finish him off and douse me with your seed. That’s an order.” She smirked. I was already close from watching her um, performance, and feeling her whole body tremble and buck as she climaxed, so it wasn’t going to take much. I nodded. “Alright, if you’re okay with this.” I lifted her close to my face again, taking in her features, her body still a bit flushed, the warm trickle of her fluids pooled on my wrist. Then I lowered her down between my thighs and pointed my shaft and got to work. Soon I could sense I was close and I whispered her a warning. She grinned, probably enjoying that despite her new size she could still get me excited, and closed her eyes and thrust out her chest. A few moments later the first shots splattered across her stomach and up around her breasts, followed by a couple more, one splashing against her chin. She was soon covered from waist to neck, and I took the liberty to smear some around her belly with the tip of my finger. She grabbed my finger and pulled it up to her breasts, pulling my finger between them and around them. She was enjoying herself. Once she was finished, I gently lay her down in the sink and ran warm water, washing my own hands as she soaped and rinsed her body off. I let her finish and then turned off the water and handed her a hand towel, scooping her up in it and depositing her on the countertop so she could dry off and get dressed. We’d been in here for a little while with the door shut, the others would start to get suspicious of something if they weren’t already. |
1693115195 | melanie39 | After I’d opened the bathroom door to leave, holding Cindy, I faced Maria standing in the hallway, arms folded and tapping her foot like she’d been waiting. Before I could say anything, Cindy blurted out, “Oh! I … just needed a little help with something. That’s all.” Maria smirked. I could tell she suspected more than that was going on. But to her credit, she didn’t razz me about it right then and there. No, she was going to get me back later, I could just feel it. Messing around with Cindy. What story would I come up with to explain that away … and would she even buy it? Would she figure it out anyway and go blabbing to everyone? Well, at least the latter, I suspected she might hold her tongue, given she wasn’t giving us both trouble right now. So later, I’ll happily put up with her razzing. Though I did promise Cindy I would keep her secret. I set Cindy down gently on the ground and asked Maria if she’d like an express ride. She snorted but said “Sure” and put her arms up, in what had become the universal sign for ‘Okay you can pick me up’ around here. I gently scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom and down onto the counter. As I went to turn away, she spoke up. “So.” I turned and looked at her, hands on her hips, eyebrows raised. She was waiting to hear the story. So I stepped back in and closed the door. “Alright. NO, I didn’t have sex with her. Not exactly. But … I’m sworn to secrecy. I promised her I wouldn’t tell what we … talked about. Just believe me, we didn’t … “ She threw her head back in a laugh. “You are so funny. Just chill. This isn’t the inquisition. But … you do have guilty written all over you, like I caught you with your paws in the cookie jar.” “Umm … “ shit, so I just spilled all that and I didn’t have to? “So … what DID you want?” “Just to talk a minute. You’ve been under some crazy stress the last few days. And you were zoning out in there after that Sergeant left. So talk to me.” I sighed. “Okay. I just … this isn’t a quick fix. It’s going to take some work. Experiments. It’s not like I can magically have everyone back to normal by the end of the week. I can’t risk anything happening to you … or the others. I can’t take that chance. I … “ “Hey. Look at me.” I sat down so that we were closer to eye level. “You’re being too hard on yourself. You’ve done so much already.” “You guys did a lot too.” She snorted. “Not much. If not for you, some of us might be dead right now. Or worse … a lifetime of serving as someone’s … entertainment. No. Seriously. We all owe you a lot. If this is going to take a while … I can live with that. And the others … if they want to grow back to normal, you’re the only one who even has a CHANCE of doing that. They all realize that now. And what’s a few more days, or even a few weeks? Hell, all three of them spent weeks being tortured and manipulated. You saved them all from that and you’re bending over backwards to make them comfortable. They can live with that until you have this solved … and until you believe it’s safe. Shoot, I haven’t even known you but … has it even been a week? And you’ve already done more for me in that short time than any man I’ve ever dated.” She snorted again. “So what I’m saying is this. Don’t get down if you can’t do everything at once. Nobody can. You’re doing everything you can and you’re taking care of all of us at the same time. If something happens to you we’re screwed. You need to take care of yourself – and de-stress. We need you. Alright?” Damn that girl was good. I looked her in the eyes. “How did you get to be so smart?” She threw her head back and laughed. “Well somebody has to look out for you too, right?” I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, though in reality it was half her face. I felt her turn and kiss me back, her lips brushing my bottom lip. It was several moments before she pulled away. As she did, I softly said “Thank you.” Then she replied, “Okay. You go rest for a bit. I just need a minute in here.” “Alright.” I got up and left, giving her some privacy. At least from the other girls. From the ground they couldn’t see up in the sink, but now that they could go in and out without my help, I had to leave the bathroom door open when I wasn’t in there myself. So yeah, since I’d installed that little elevator this morning, I’d already had one inadvertent glimpse of Becky doing her business. It wasn’t intentional, but it was hard to miss and I’d caught myself looking for a second before recovering and tiptoeing past before she saw me. Now they had a little more independence, but being six times the height of anyone else in the house did give me a view none of the others had, and as I was learning, they sometimes forgot about that when I wasn’t in the room with them. So I walked back to the office for a moment to check the cameras – they were still working, but there was no sign of unusual activity yet. Nothing to suggest the police had shown up. It was probably way too soon. Would they even go today, or not until tomorrow? At least the cameras – which I um, failed to mention when we gave our statements – should last a few days before the batteries ran out. I got back up thinking to take Maria’s advice and grab a quick nap … and then reality kicked in. My notes and plans for how to secure the house and keep the girls safe if these criminals found their way here, were still sitting out, as if they were calling me, from before Cindy interrupted me with her … diversion. I sighed to myself and got back to work. I could rest better once I knew they were safe anyway … and there wasn’t much else I could do until I heard something from Andrew or the police. So I dug in, finished mapping out what I needed and made a shopping list. Half an hour later, I got up, list in hand. Most of the items I needed would be at the hardware store, the rest at the electronics store – or maybe the computer superstore would be better for some of this. So I had at least two stops. This would be a big bill too. If I had a few days I could probably build some of these things cheaper than I could buy them, but time was short. I was afraid of someone showing up here even tonight or tomorrow. That was plenty motivation to bite the bullet and get this done. I walked around the house, looking for my charges. Easily enough I found all four of them in the living room, sitting on the carpet and talking. About who knew what. I cleared my throat and they all turned up to look at me. “Umm … ladies, I need to go out and pick up some supplies. I’m wondering, would you all feel safer coming with me and just waiting in the car, rather than stay here? I’m worried about someone coming here and I’m not here to protect you. But … I won’t push.” Maria spoke up first. “I thought I told you to go take a nap!” I scratched my jaw. “Yeah. But to be honest? I’m worried about all of you. The next few days especially. I’d rest a lot better once I know this place is secure.” Melanie chirped up, “So what do you have in mind?” “Oh … “ I glanced at my notes. “First off, alarms on the doors and windows, security cameras outside. Second … and this is what’s taken me a little time to design … you guys have heard of a panic room, like in the movies? Well, I was thinking of one, or maybe two, secure places that you guys could run to and an intruder couldn’t get to you.” Melanie thought for a moment. “Umm … where would we hide? An intruder could just break down a door or punch a hole in the wall, right?” “Yeah. That’s why I had to plan all this out. I’m thinking of this … two rooms under the floor, so you can run to one or the other, drop down into the secure room, cover the hatch.” “Rooms?” “Well, for you guys about the size of a camper. But secure, nobody would even see it from the outside. I know this sounds a little odd, but I was thinking of large animal traps, since they’re metal and secure, but reworking them, bolting them between the joists, outfitting them with some carpet, battery-operated light and if I can make it work, maybe even wired to the outside so you can communicate with me or the other box … or see if the intruders are still around.” All four of them just looked at me for a minute. Finally Cindy spoke up. “You came up with all that just this afternoon?” “Yeah, though I’m cutting some corners by buying some of the parts off the shelf. I want this up and working tonight. I’m worried between these people trailing Andrew having seen me talking to him, plus we don’t know when the police are going to the mansion or whether all the key people will be there when they show … if someone figures out where we are they’re going to come here. I want to be prepared and I want to keep you guys safe.” “Well then I think I’d feel safer riding along” Cindy replied, and the others nodded. “Alright. So if anyone needs a drink, a bathroom trip, whatever, go now. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.” As they scurried about, I took the wicker basket ‘carrier’ and lay it down on the living room floor. I grabbed my own jacket and keys and made a little dixie cup of mini pretzel pieces for them to munch on, setting it in the basket along with a couple of clean wash towels, doubled up and draped over the sides for them to sit on. A few minutes later, they’d started filing over to the basket, one by one, settling in and waiting. Eventually I had all four of them. “Ready?” I asked before reaching down to pick up the basket. Hearing a round of affirmatives, I picked up the basket with my left hand, my thumb over the side. I held the basket at eye level, marveling at the four young women sitting and looking at me. My eyes drifted for a moment … damn, those Barbie velcro skirts showed a lot of leg … and as I followed that leg up, Melanie lifted one knee up and to the side, giving me a fleeting view of … damn. I looked away quickly. Out of the corner of my eye, Melanie had a huge smirk on her face. I looked back, a little sheepish this time. She laughed. “Honey, it’s not like you haven’t seen me before. And we’re all going commando for the time being, so if you get a glimpse it’s kinda unavoidable.” Maria chimed in, “Actually we should be flattered that you still WANT to look.” “I … umm … I do … “ Oh boy that sounded awful! I gathered my thoughts for a second. “Honestly, I think all four of you are beautiful, amazing women. Just how you’ve all held up with what you’ve been through. I’m … “ As I was talking, the girls started whispering amongst themselves. Then all four of them turned over, asses in the air, and mooned me, flipping their skirts up and sticking their bare asses out. I was speechless for a moment, but soon found myself just gazing at four beautiful bottoms, admiring the view. Before I thought better of it, I lifted the basket a little higher and bent down, planting a kiss on each ass, my lips wrapping over the whole ass. This elicited a yelp from Cindy, while Becky looked back as I brought my lips down to her and I felt her push back with her hips against my lips. Once I got to Melanie and Maria, they knew what I was doing and I felt safe slipping the tip of my tongue out between my lips as I kissed each of them, sliding it briefly between their legs as my lips lingered for a brief moment. I pulled my head back, noticing all four of them looking at me, a mixture of smirks and amusement on their faces. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist … “ To my surprise, Cindy spoke up first, giggling as she said “No need to apologize. Frankly, I liked the attention.” They lowered their skirts and sat back down, but not before I got a couple more flashes of skin and some more giggles. Seems they were all having fun with this. --------------------------- Once we were on our way, the girls continuing to lounge in the basket rather than climb out onto the passenger seat, they got into their own chatty conversations. I let them be, focused on finding the hardware store and then a parking spot off to the side. I had tinted windows, but that didn’t mean someone in the parking lot wouldn’t see four tiny girls in the seat and get overly curious. I made sure they were settled in and assured them I wouldn’t be in there too long, then made double-sure the car was locked up before heading in, grabbing a cart on the way. I was able to pick up several of the items on my list. It did seem odd I suppose, buying to large animal traps and knowing these would be refashioned as safe houses for the girls. Measuring the sides I calculated out the wood blocking I’d need to secure them and picked up that too, along with the screws I’d need, and a new blade for my jigsaw. A few additional pieces later – including cabinet hinges – and I was pretty set with what I needed at the first stop. After I checked out and loaded the trunk, I drove us to the electronics superstore. The place was a little more crowded than I’d hoped, and I had to park way back near the edge of the lot to find a spot away from prying eyes. I debated putting the basket down on the floorboard, further out of reach if anyone were to look through the window, but the girls were comfortable where they were. I just warned them not to get too loud, and to keep quiet if they heard a car park close or voices nearby. I pulled out a plastic bag and asked them to pull that over top of the basket if they heard voices. Then I went into the computer superstore, with quite a list. I definitely needed a cart and I just hoped they were going to have all the items I needed, otherwise I’d be making more stops – and I wanted to get at least some of this installed tonight. An hour later, with a full cart and after a whole discussion with one of the tech guys, some extra wires and circuit boards (this was a little more complicated than I hoped when I planned it) I made it back to the car and loaded up what little space remained in the trunk. We probably had an hour of daylight left and I wanted to at least get some of the home security set up while I could still see what I was doing. So we headed home, the girls amenable to picking up drive-thru chicken nuggets and fries on the way. As soon as we pulled into the garage and parked, I asked the girls if they were ready – all were still lounging in the basket, probably getting bored at this point though they’d been chatting and bonding for the last two hours. They continued to lounge as I lifted the basket gently with one hand and carried the food with the other, entering the house. I set the food on the kitchen counter and then went straight for the bathroom, holding the basket at the edge of the vanity so that they could climb out. The basket was a little too big to just set on the counter by itself. I gave them time to freshen up while I ran back to the kitchen and got their dinner ready. ----------------- While the girls ate, I started setting up at least the basic security. I’d rest easier once that was done and maybe I could finish the rest tomorrow. I went around affixing sensors on each window and pairing them to the receiver. I had several cameras, it was a deal trying to find outdoor security cameras with a solar battery, but I figured it would be a lot easier than running power to the outside. I grabbed my ladder and tools and mounted four of them, one on each corner of the house. That took longer than I hoped and the sun was already going down. So I finished that up and went back inside, pairing the outside cameras to the receiver – and glad they came with an initial charge, as the solar would be useless until the next morning. I hooked up the receiver to my computer and was able to pull up all the feeds, all four cameras and the status of all those window alarms. It was times like this when I was glad for a small house. Otherwise I’d still be securing the windows an hour later. I was about exhausted at this point, but at least I had this much done. I hadn’t secured the front door, back door or garage door … but having extra window alarms, I used those for now, noting that I’d have to disarm and remove them in the morning before I finished the rest. Returning to the kitchen, I found the girls all still hanging out at the kitchen table, talking. They’d long finished their meal but couldn’t exactly leave the table without assistance, so there wasn’t much else for them to do. I filled them in briefly on what I’d gotten done this evening. Maria just frowned at me. “You haven’t even eaten dinner yet, have you.” “Umm … not yet.” “Alright. So wash your hands and sit and eat. If we could we’d sit you down ourselves and shove food in front of you, but … you know the story. Just stop and eat. We need you to take care of yourself too, not just us.” I gave her a sheepish grin. “Okay. I guess I got caught up in securing the house … but I know I’ll sleep a little better now. Otherwise I’d be up worrying that one of those goons was going to break in here and hurt one of you … or worse. Soon as the police go to the mansion and start arresting people – or even asking questions – they’re going to know someone is on to them. Maybe sooner if they figure out their captives actually escaped and aren’t just hiding under a cabinet. Then they could be looking for us. That’s … why I’m doing all this.” Cindy piped up. “We appreciate it. We really do. But I agree with Maria. You can’t help us if something happens to you. So tell you what … you eat while we freshen up and get ready for bed, and then you come find us when you’re done. Alright? You need to get some sleep.” I nodded. “Okay.” The girls got up and climbed into the basket and waited for me. With one hand I grabbed hold of the basket and lifted it up, momentarily enjoying the sight of four beautiful women sitting in the basket and gazing at me, trusting me with their safety and care. I proceeded to the bathroom and held the basket on the edge of the counter as they climbed out. Setting the basket aside, I made my way back to the kitchen to find something for myself, my stomach reminding me that it was well past dinner time. --------------------------- After I ate, I checked in the bathroom looking for the girls. They’d all made their way out, making use of the new elevator with its pencil-cup gondola. I continued on to the bedroom and found all four of them standing around on the carpet, waiting for me. As I strode in, Melanie spoke first. “Can you help us up?” “All of you? Should I make up a … “ “Yes, all of us!” “Alright.” I turned down the bedspread and then bent down to scoop up Melanie, lifting her to my mouth to plant a kiss on her stomach before I set her down on the bed. Then I did the same with Maria, planting a kiss on her tummy before I set her down. I caught her smirking before I turned away. I reached for Becky next and then gently lifted her to the bed, but before I let go of her, she blurted out, “Aww, no kiss for me?” “I … “ I looked down at Cindy. “Is it okay?” Cindy snorted. “She’s an adult now.” “Umm … okay.” I turned my attention back to Becky. “Are you sure?” She nodded emphatically. As I lifted her closer to my mouth, I caught her biting her lower lip, not dissimilar to the look Melanie would give me sometimes, that look that expressed both knowledge that I was in control and excitement over what was coming next. It was unexpected coming from Becky, though Cindy had told me privately that she thought Becky liked me. Huh. So I brought her up to my lips to kiss her stomach. At the last second, her hands reached down and pulled her smock up, and I found myself kissing bare skin, not just kissing her through the thin material of the smock. I let my lips linger there for a moment, feeling her stomach, my upper lip just brushing her breasts. On a whim I moved my upper lip further up, encompassing both her breasts in the space between my lips, and ran the tip of my tongue across them. I pulled back, and for a moment there was brief look of disappointment on her face as I broke off the kiss. Huh, I didn’t realize she was interested like that. I held her there for a moment, she hadn’t lowered her smock yet, leaving herself mostly naked as my eyes explored her up close for the first time. She caught me looking her over and her look changed to a smirk. In just moments I saw her nibbling her lower lip again, just before she surprised me by spreading her legs. Leaning back in my hand, she lay there, waiting to see if I would make a move. I glanced down at Cindy and she just gave me a knowing smirk. Sheesh, she didn’t seem surprised at this – nor concerned for that matter. I glanced over at Melanie and Maria, both standing on the bed and also smirking at me. Melanie gave me a nod and said “It’s okay.” I looked back down at Becky, she was giving me puppy dog eyes. Damn, was she trying to seduce me now? Then she said, “Please?” I asked, “Are you sure?” She nodded again, blurted, “Yes!” and parted her legs even further. I looked around at the others, surprised they were encouraging this. “Alright. How about a little privacy though?” I reached down to Cindy, scooping her up and laying her on the bed with the crew, and then to all three of them I said, “I can’t believe you guys! Okay, get comfortable, we’ll be back in a little while.” Then I got up and carried Becky with me into the hallway. Thinking on it for a moment, I decided the sofa would be a good place to be comfortable. So I proceeded on and sat on the sofa, put my feet up, and then looked down at Becky in my hand. “If we’re going to do this, it might be more comfortable if we get that gown off of you” I said gently. She lifted her arms and let me work it up off her shoulders and over her head, setting it down on the coffee table. “Umm … you can … get more comfortable too. If you want.” I just looked at her for a moment and then snorted. “Are you trying to get me naked too?” She smirked. “Yeah … is it working?” I laughed. “Alright. How is it I ended up with a houseful of little women who tell me what to do all day?” Now she laughed. But then she looked a little more serious for a moment. “This is SO much different from … you know.” “Yeah.” I set her down gently on the sofa cushion as I stood up and undressed. Unceremoniously, but hey, I’m just a guy. As I did, she continued. “The whole time … it was always about them. Telling me what to do, hurting me if I didn’t. They didn’t care about me, didn’t even talk to me except to bark instructions. I used to be shy if you can believe it. They just kinda … desensitized me to … stuff. You know? Nobody’s ever even asked what I want. Or even faked caring about what I liked or what I felt. It was all about them. Not just my … kidnappers either. Even … guys that hit on me in college. I guess … maybe that’s why I like you … you’re so different from all of them. Even … that first night when we were rescued, you didn’t make us do anything. Shit, you were even trying to give us privacy. You still haven’t made us do anything. So … I guess a part of me just KNOWS with you it would be … different. You know?” I just smiled for a moment. Here she was laying naked on the sofa, here I just stripped for her, and she was going on talking. I bent down and asked, “Can I pick you up now?” She said “See? See? Just like that. You didn’t just go grab me and yank me off the couch. You asked! Yes, you can pick me up. Yes, I want you to ravage me. Yes, I want you to have your way with me. I just know it’ll be different with you. I know it. So come and take me.” At that I slid my hand under her and lifted her up, turning and sitting back down on the sofa. I just held her and looked her over, her curves, her perky breasts. I brushed the hair from her face with the tip of my finger. Then slowly I let my finger explore, tracing around and between her breasts and then down her stomach. She parted her legs, though I wasn’t ready to touch her there yet. I’d be there soon enough. I lifted her higher, up to my lips, and wrapped them over her breasts, gently sucking on both of them as I brushed the tip of my tongue across both nipples, feeling them stiffen a little with each pass. After a couple minutes of that, I kissed her stomach, and then brought my lower lip down until it brushed against her little tuft of hair. I felt her body shiver in my hand. Then I went a little lower, dragging my lower lip along her thighs. She parted her legs wide as I continued down. I opened my mouth wide at that point and smothered her womanhood between my lips, letting my tongue explore. I ran the tip of my tongue between her ass cheeks, brushed her perineum, and then touched her vaginal lips. They were slightly parted, and I felt her clitoris with my tongue for the first time, driving the tip between her lips as they parted further, as if inviting me in. Of course my tongue couldn’t enter her, it would be like fitting a gallon of wine into a shot glass, though her hips and her clit responded as if it were possible. She moaned and purred like a kitten, her hips jerking at first and then moving in sync with the tip of my tongue, pushing herself against it. I enjoyed the feel of her on my tongue and took my time working her up to her climax. After hearing her story and why she just ‘knew’ it would be better with me, I was determined to make sure she enjoyed the experience. After several minutes of giving her clit slow ministrations with my tongue, her purrs turned to loud moans. I wondered if the girls in the other room could hear. Either way, I suspected she was close. As I continued with my tongue, I reached up with one finger and began to caress her breast. Her nipple stiffened instantly at my touch and she arched her back in response. I pressed the tip of my tongue between her tiny folds until I could feel her tiny passage, and my tongue attacked it with abandon, driving her over the edge, and she exploded in a wave of bucking and shuddering and moaning, not stopping until I slowed my tongue and savored her taste in my mouth. I gave it another minute before I slowly pulled her away from my mouth and held her in front of me, her whole body flushed, a slight sheen of sweat between her breasts. She was still breathing hard, but as she looked up at me, she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She looked at me almost in awe, her eyes wet as if she was about to cry. All I’d done was make love to her with my tongue, just as I’d done to Melanie countless times, and Maria several times of late as well. Finally she spoke. “I … I think I love you.” I looked at her with a bit of concern. “Thank you, but … you’re in the heat of the moment.” She suddenly realized what she’d said. “Oh … OH. I … “ I whispered, “It’s okay. I’m flattered. I really am. I’m just glad I could … “ “Omigosh. I … never knew it could feel that good. I just knew it would be different with a guy who actually … cared about what I felt and wasn’t so selfish … but … but … “ I looked at her for a moment. “You deserve someone who cares about you, someone who isn’t selfish. There are guys like that out there. For real. And when you find one, he’ll be very lucky to have you.” She almost burst into tears. “You … really think so?” “Hey. Look at me. I know so. You just have to be patient. Maybe you’re just looking for guys in the wrong place.” “Yeah … maybe so. But for now … I get you for a little while, right?” She gave me those puppy dog eyes again. “I suppose so.” She grinned. “Good. Now can I return the favor?” “What do you have in mind?” She lifted herself up on her elbow and carefully looked over the side of my hand. “Umm .. take me down there, please?” I lowered her down between my legs. “Here?” She snorted. “Yep. Right here is perfect.” She climbed out of my hand and into my lap, then first just took a look at my merchandise, before stepping closer and putting her hands on it, stroking the underside with one hand and then reaching down and stroking my balls. She did this for a minute and then tried to pull herself up onto my leg. She struggled for a few moments and then looked up at me and said, “A little help, please?” I reached down and scooped up her naked little tush, lifting her a few inches and up onto my leg. She flashed me that grin again, before climbing on all fours over to my abdomen and kneeling at the base of my shaft. She held it with both hands, running them up and down it for a moment, before leaning forward to press her little breasts against it and wrap her arms around it as tightly as she could. Then she used her legs to push off and began to rub herself, her breasts and stomach and her still slightly wet crotch, up and down my length, her face coming close to the head on her up strokes. She kept this up for a couple minutes. I was already partly stiff from bringing Becky to orgasm, and she was intent on trying to finish me off all by herself. As I became fully erect, her body trembling slightly as I pulsed under her, she turned her head up to see me and looking back at her, enjoying her show. Satisfied that she was having the desired effect on me, she turned her attentions back to trying to bring me to climax. I watched as she began working herself harder and harder, putting a lot of effort into her strokes. At one point she stretched all the way up, almost standing, enough to reach the head, so that she could plant a wet kiss on it, her tongue licking the hole at the tip. Then she went into high gear, determined to finish. In just a few moments, I could tell I was about to explode. I whispered, “Get ready, Becky.” She looked back at me with a huge grin and then with a few more strokes of her body against me, the volcano erupted, hot sperm hitting the edge of the sofa but also running down her hands and arms. She slowed her movements, then crawled back down until she was sitting on my abdomen in front of it, licking her fingers and catching her own breath as I came down from my high. She rolled over onto her stomach, and looked up at me with a grin. “How was I?” I just looked at her for a moment, as my breathing slowed to normal. “That was amazing.” “You know … I had to do that for … them … a lot of times, but I always hated it. Doing it for you … I kinda enjoyed it. It … really is different when it’s someone you care about.” I smiled. “It really is. Now … do you trust me to try one more thing for you before we have to go to bed?” She looked at me curiously. “More? … umm, yeah, of course I trust you. You don’t even have to ask!” “Alright.” I reached down and first just stroked her back with a couple of fingers, rubbing her shoulders and listening to her contented cooing. Then I scooped her up, eliciting a surprised yelp, and I turned her over in my hand, positioning her like she’d been at the start. I rubbed her breasts with two fingers, caressing them and feeling her nipples start to harden again, before working my way down, strumming my fingers over her stomach, and then further down. She parted her legs for me, but I went further than that and lifted her legs, her feet up in the air. I kissed the bottoms of her feet, and then positioned them to give me the easiest access to her pussy, which was still slightly wet. She reached up to help, holding her legs up to herself, as she watched to see what I had planned. At first I gave her a lick with my tongue, and then I slit the tip of my little finger along the inside of her thigh, then stroked the edge of one of her vaginal lips. She shuddered. I whispered, “I’ll go slow, if you want me to stop just say so, okay?” Her eyes got as round as saucers as she realized what I had planned, but then she collected herself and nodded. I rubbed my fingertip up and down her vagina, letting the lips naturally part as I applied just the slightest pressure. As they parted, I could see the opening to her tiny love canal, just gaping slightly, inviting me. I pressed the tip of my wet little finger against it, wiggling it until it entered her. She gasped. I whispered, “Do you want me to stop?” She shook her head no. “Do it. Please. Don’t stop.” “Okay.” I slid my fingertip further into Becky, just a tiny bit at a time. I could feel her muscles pressing against my finger. She was tight, but she showed no sign that it hurt too much. Instead, the look on her face told me all I needed to know. Her eyes were begging me to continue, her lips were mouthing ‘I love you’ over and over. I twitched my finger ever so slightly and she moaned in response, then thrust her hips as if trying to push herself further onto me. I continued, carefully, gradually, until more of my little finger was inside her than out. At that point I began to gently pump, the movements were slight but enough to start to push her to the edge. She wailed as she came hard on my finger, her whole body trembling in ecstasy at her release. I slowed my movements gradually to a stop, but didn’t remove my finger just yet. As she slowly came down from her peak and her breathing began to steady, she opened her eyes and looked at me. “Wow. Just … wow. That was … SO … that was better than the first time. I didn’t even know that was possible. Wow. You are so amazing.” “I’m glad you trusted me.” “I …“ She was speechless for a moment. Then she snorted. “Right now I feel like a stuffed turkey.” Then she quickly added, “But in a good way.” She grinned at me. I bent down and kissed her on the stomach, above where my finger still penetrated her. I slowly worked it out, eliciting a couple more moans of pleasure before it was fully out. A dribble of her juices were trapped inside her and followed my finger, trickling onto my wrist. “How about we get cleaned up before bed, alright?” She softly replied, “okay” and let me carry her to the bathroom, where I used a hand towel to gently clean her off, and let her dry herself while I cleaned up my own mess. I carried her back to the living room sofa, a towel in hand to clean up the rest of our juices – mostly mine I suppose – and I set her down on the coffee table so she could put her smock/gown back on, while I put my tee shirt and boxers back on. The rest I carried to the hamper, then I carried Becky in one hand and my shoes in the other, and headed back to the bedroom. The others were all lounging on the bed, and as one they all turned to look at us as we came in, knowing smirks on all their faces. At least to their credit, they didn’t start asking for all the details. They’d probably razz Becky later I supposed. Maria stood up and spoke first, as I set Becky down on the bed. “You know you were supposed to rest earlier.” She put her hands on her hips, as if to scold me for not resting, but after a couple seconds a grin broke through. “Okay, we’re going to make up for that now. Take your shirt off.” I looked at her quizically. “Take my shirt off?” “Just do it for me babe.” I snorted. “Alright, if you say so.” I lifted the shirt up over my head and lay it on the dresser. “Now I want you to lay down on your stomach. Get comfortable. Trust me, just do it.” “Yes ma’am.” I grinned at her. I had no idea what she was planning, but I went ahead and lay down on my stomach on my side of the bed. I heard her say, “Alright ladies. Becky, you too.” Then I felt them all climbing up onto my back, helping each other up. Then they all got down on their hands and knees and began rubbing my back, each one taking a quadrant, working their hands and sometimes their knees. They were too tiny for it to hurt when they dug their knees in; instead it actually felt pretty good. I heard her softly whispering instructions to the others, as all four of them worked to give me a back massage, and that was about all I remembered before I dozed off to sleep. |
1693115198 | melanie40 | I must have been pretty tired. Apparently I fell asleep after the girls had surprised me with a back massage, and I don’t remember a thing after that until I woke to the first glint of sunlight making its way through the gap in the curtains, shining right in my eyes. Once I awoke, the next thing noticed was an odd sensation between my legs. I moved one leg a bit as I reached an arm back there, eliciting a yelp. A yelp? I froze for a moment and then slowly tried to raise my head so I could see. Damn I had a kink in my neck from laying funny all night. “Hold up, hold up, give me a minute!” I heard, but couldn’t see. A few moments later, I saw Becky climbing over the back of my left leg, making her way back to join the others on the safe side of the bed (the side where they weren’t in danger of being flattened if I rolled over). I snorted. Once she got back on her feet she looked at me sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were … awake yet. I was just, umm … “ “Inspecting the merchandise” deadpanned Maria, though she had a smirk on her face after she said it. Looking to make sure all four of them were within my sights, I slowly rolled over onto my side, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my fist, and took a look at my four charges. Becky was blushing a little, the others looked like they’d been razzing her since before I woke. Just looking at them all standing there on the bed next to me started the blood pumping down below, but I soon realized I had a lot more to do. I had to keep the girls safe whether I was here with them or not, as I’d never solve this problem (beyond the theoretical formulas scribbled all over the office wall) until I could get working on the equipment on Level 7 – and it would be impossible without getting ahold of the rare element extracted from the meteor. I really hoped the remaining chunks of meteor were still in that vault. Maria said they were there last week, before she was subdued and shrunk trying to find Melanie, so it was unlikely something happened to it that quickly, though there was no guarantee the remaining parts of the meteorite held traces of the same element. Likely but not guaranteed. I hid my concerns from the girls, they’d already experienced enough trauma – shoot, 3 of them had been sexually abused for weeks, which I still suspected was a factor in their blatant promiscuity around me. I doubted they had this kind of sexual appetite prior to their ordeals. Aside from Maria. She was game to hook up with us after knowing me for less than a day. I could certainly imagine her going to clubs every weekend and having her choice of guys. There I was, getting myself worked up again after I just said I shouldn’t. Pushing all those thoughts aside, I started getting up. I told the girls I’d be back in a moment, then made a quick bathroom trip, returned with the basket, waited for them to climb in, and then deposited them on the bathroom counter to clean up while I made breakfast. I ate for myself while I got their food ready. I had a busy morning if I was going to make this place safe for them. And it was no use showering or shaving yet, I was about to get really dirty anyway. ----------------------- As the girls ate a casual breakfast, I got back to work, continuing where I left off last night. I tested the four outside security cameras, confirmed they were all working and recording. I confirmed the window alarms triggered an alarm. Carefully removing the adhesive catch alarms that I’d hastily installed on all the outside doors last night, I went about installing a more permanent alarm on each door, which involved running low voltage power to all three doors and to an alarm panel I was installing just inside the door from the garage, which is where we typically came in and out anyway. Yes, all those years of college included some training in electrical engineering, and I suppose I was putting that aspect to use today. Once I’d brought the girls back down off the kitchen table – giving them the run of the house while I worked - I got my cordless drill out, climbing into the crawl space under the house to drill small holes and fish wires in several directions from a 24v transformer, shutting off power to part of the house so that I could add a junction box, splice an existing 15v line and connect the transformer. As I did that, I also spliced another line, which I would use to power the girls’ panic room. Seriously, if I had to dive through a hidden trap door into a room under the house the size of a long camper trailer, I couldn’t handle it without electricity. After a half dozen trips crawling under the house, I probably looked horrid, but the sooner this was done the better. Finally I was ready to set up the panic room. I had a cage lined with sheet metal, then wrapped to make it air tight on the sides and bottom aside from a mesh filter covering one entire wall. I needed to ensure there was air, but damn I was trying my best to keep bugs out of this little room! I hauled it into the crawl space and lifted it into position between two floor joists – no small feat considering the clearance was under 2 feet and the floor was a mix of mud, rocks and some strange green stuff that looked like either moss or mold. Ugh. Yeah, all the more reason for the air filter. Figuring the location, I then hammered a long nail through the floor from underneath, to mark where I had to cut my access hole. Then I went back into the house – dusting myself off as best I could first – and found the nail. Directly underneath the bed. After moving the bed out of the way, I carefully cut away a square of the carpet and pad, then used a door knob hole cutter to make a hole – through the plywood and then the thicker subfloor. I caught the plywood piece before it fell down, as I was going to need that shortly. I found the little hinge and screws that I’d bought at the hardware store, fastening one end to the plywood circle and then the other to the floorboard after I’d smoothed the edges with sandpaper. I’d spent extra on a hinge with a spring, hoping it would be easy for the girls to lift up when needed. Then I glued the carpet square back over it. I tried lifting it up and lowering it back down a few times, making small adjustments, until it looked like it would be hard to find when closed. Which was the whole idea anyway. Though even if someone did find the hole, it would be pretty small to reach them with. I went back down to finish up the install. Including running power. This cage was huge, big enough to catch a possum or a large cat, so there was room for electronics. I installed a shallow surface mount outlet underneath the floorboards, it would be on the ‘ceiling’ of the room one I mounted it – I’d cut away a rectangle for that to fit over. I plugged in two items and placed them – one was an LED nightlight, thinking we could leave it on all the time if needed and it would last for years – the other was an old cell phone, it couldn’t connect to data anymore but for wi-fi it was fine, and the girls would be able to use the keyboard as well. I programmed it first, connecting it to the house wi-fi and to the security system feed, and downloading an app that would let them communicate with me if needed. I plugged in the phone charger and set the phone down in the ‘room’ before I lifted it up into place, attaching it with multiple brackets that spanned the joists on both sides. Then I taped the seams to – again- keep the bugs out. All finished, I went back inside, ready for the final items in my bag of tricks. I installed one tiny camera in the hallway and one in the bedroom. No, not for any voyeuristic purpose. This was for the girls’ sake. If someone broke in and they had to hide, they’d have a way to see if the intruders were still out there before they risked coming back up. Now these did need power, unlike the solar ones outside, and running the power from underneath would be hard enough. But the house had an attic space too, so here I was climbing in the attic to splice another wire, add another junction box, and then poke wires into the ceiling in two places. I was very lucky to find tiny white cameras, so they kinda-sorta blended in with the ceiling. After positioning those, turning power back on and pairing them to the security system, I put everything through a test cycle. I had a UPS backup for the wi-fi also. I was beyond ready to wash up, shave and change, but first I called the girls over and asked them to check out the panic room. Of course, I was soon flooded with questions. How does this work. Will the cameras work. What can we see down there. Is there food (duh, forgot … how about a bag of potato chips?) and water (still figuring that one out). What if we have to use the bathroom (uh, haven’t figured that one out yet either, but I’m open to suggestions). Then I asked them to try opening the trap door and climbing down. I was quickly told they needed a ladder. Duh, forgot that one too. So I came up with something quickly, and then one by one they went down to explore the panic room. It was kinda funny when I realized for a moment that for the first time in weeks, I was here in the house without at least one 11 or 12 inch tall woman scurrying about. Even if it was just for a few moments, it struck me as odd. I’d gotten so used to Melanie being around. Before long though, the girls started climbing up and out, followed by a ton of suggestions. A handle for the underside of the trap door. A carpet (or at least something soft to walk on). Chairs (or at least benches). Definitely some kind of bathroom if they have to be down there for very long (still working on it …) Again the water and snacks request. Once they were done spouting requests, I asked, “Did anyone check out the surveillance system? How was that?” “Huh?” “Surveillance. On the phone down there, open up the security system app. You can toggle all six cameras, there are four outside and two inside.” Maria raised her eyebrows. “Inside? This isn’t something kinky, is it?” I snorted. “Somehow I just knew you were going to say something like that. NO. Absolutely not. Seriously, I figured if there’s an intruder, you guys would be hiding out down there. This way you can see if someone’s still in the house before you try to come back out.” I got a collective “Oh” from the group, and then they funneled back down the hole to go check it out. Once they were all down there, I realized I never told them how to contact me, so I lifted the cover and spoke down into the hole. “Hey guys, you can also text me over that phone.” Melanie walked back to the base of the ladder, under the hole, and looked straight up at me. “Be careful when you do that. It echoes down here! You made Becky jump!” “Did not!” “Did so!” called Melanie, as she stuck her tongue out. I snorted at the exchange. “Alright.” I spoke more softly, relaying the directions. Since the phone wasn’t on a network, regular texting wouldn’t work, but I’d installed an app to push short messages over wi-fi to a cell number. I’d programmed three numbers in there – my own, and in an emergency both Sergeant Joe and the phone I’d given to Andrew Caulfield. I told them to use those only if something happened to me. They tried texting and I’d replied, and after a few back-and-forths the exchange went downhill, degrading into crude humor. It was hard to tell who was the instigator or if all four of them were involved. I texted back that I was going to go wash up now, it was already past lunchtime. I’d spent the entire morning digging around the bowels of the house and climbing in the attic, and I felt as icky as I probably looked. So without waiting for them to come back out, I moved the bed back into place so that the hole was hidden, then went ahead and stripped off my filthy clothes and went to brush first while the water warmed up. I left the door open a crack in-case they needed to use the restroom while I was in there washing and shaving. ----------------------------------- As I stepped out of the shower and started to dry off, it took me a minute to realize I had an audience. “Geez, guys, I’m wet and naked.” Melanie snorted and said “We know” just as Maria blurted “No shit.” I took me a minute to figure out what was going on. “Ah. Okay.” So at that, I took my time drying off, as the girls just stood back and looked up at me … or at my half swollen member. Now why was I getting worked up, I was the one naked here. I sighed and then squatted down in front of them. “So you all came to see this? Really?” I looked at each of them in turn. Becky was just staring at my groin, the others looked back and forth between that and straining their necks to look up at me. Melanie broke her eyes away to look up at me and ask, “So … whatcha doing next?” “Umm … I guess taking a break?” She snorted. “Yeah, we are too. So … “ and she glanced back at the others and then back to me, “let’s take a break together, shall we?” “What … did you have in mind?” At that, Melanie lifted her shirt up over her head and then looked up at me, with an innocent grin on her face. “OH.” It didn’t take long for my shaft to start to um, rise to the occasion. I said softly, “Okay.” She lifted her arms in the air, the universal signal for me to pick her up. So I lowered my hand and wrapped it around her soft body, gently lifting her up as I stood. I looked at her for a moment, then brought her to my lips and kissed her on the chest, my upper lip brushing both her nipples. I stepped out into the hall and turned towards the bedroom, along the way asking her if she would let me take her skirt off. She nodded and leaned back in my palm, so that I could lift her bottom and peel back the velcro, sliding it off her and revealing the rest of her sexy little body. I lifted her up again to my lips, kissing her thighs and slipping the tip of my tongue between her legs. “Slow down, big guy” she exclaimed. “Don’t forget the others!” I stopped for a moment and looked at her. “The others are joining us?” “Yep.” She smirked. “Umm … do they know this?” “Yep. Honey, you’ve been working your tail off for us since the moment you got up this morning. Plus you fell asleep last night. Let us do something for you now, okay?” I looked at her for a moment longer, a little taken aback. I collected myself and replied softly, “okay.” Then I set her down gently on the bed and went back to get the others. Soon as I turned around, the others were already in the hallway, they’d started following us and they probably heard at least part of our exchange. I just looked at them for a moment, a little slack-jawed. Maria lifted her arms up, and when I didn’t immediately bend down to pick her up, she said “We don’t have all day!” So I bent down and gently wrapped my hand around her, lifting her up. I looked at her in my hand for a moment. She said “Well are you going to undress me too, or do I have to do it all myself?” She smirked at the look on my face. She lifted her arms again so that I could lift her shirt up over her head, though it took a little doing. She could have probably done it more easily and faster. I let my finger brush her chest. Then she lay back so I could lift up her bottom and pull on the velcro, tugging her skirt away. That part was much simpler. As she lay back in my hand, as if showing off her body, I lifted her up and kissed her on the chest. I found my lips lingering there for a few moments. Maria cleared her throat, so I pulled back and looked at her. “I think Becky is waiting patiently.” She winked. “OH.” I glanced at Becky, who was holding her own arms up in the air, she’s figured out that was the signal. So I set Maria back down onto the bed next to Melanie, and then turned and bent down in front of Becky, reaching my hand out to her. She stood still as I wrapped my fingers around her and gently lifted her up into the air. As I brought her closer to my face, she looked back at me and said, “Umm … you can … take mine off too, if … you want.” She nibbled on her lower lip, waiting for my reaction. I reached for her with my finger and thumb. She was wearing a shirt with a velcro catch on the back, so with a gentle nudge she sat up so I could unfasten it and then pull it forward, revealing her bare chest, with those perky little breasts that I’d enjoyed just last night inviting me to play another round. I nudged her with a finger between her breasts, and she lay back in my hand again. I lifted her legs into the air just a little, enough for me to reach the velcro behind her skirt. I peeled the little Barbie skirt off her hips, set it aside, and then brought her up to my lips to plant a few slow, soft kisses on her chest and stomach. Then I turned towards Melanie and Maria and began to lower Becky to the bed next to them. She let out a little “Aww” as I let go of her. I turned to find Cindy, unsure if she was participating in this party or not, but all the same I was uncomfortable just ignoring her entirely before climbing into the bed to see what these three had planned. I bent down onto my knees in front of her and asked, “So, what do you have planned?” I raised my eyebrows. I knew she was unlikely to just jump into having sex, especially after all the talk we’d had yesterday, and I certainly wasn’t going to push her to do anything she didn’t, but I also – based on said talk yesterday – doubted she wanted me to ask her outright. She motioned for me to bend down closer, presumedly so she could talk softly. Before she could speak, I said preemptively, “We can go in the hall for a minute if you want to talk.” She actually looked a little relieved. “Okay.” She lifted her hands up in the air. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around her, lifting her up into the air with me as I stood. I turned to the others and said “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” As I stepped out, I could hear Maria shout, “Ha! Like we could!” I knew it was good-natured at least, and smiled to myself for a moment. In the hallway, I held Cindy in front of me, as she sat up in my palm. She said, “You can bring me up there … on the bed. Now, I just don’t want you like, grabbing me in the heat of the moment and going down on me or something. However that works.” I snorted. “Actually … we’ve come up with a few ways that works. But yes, I do understand.” “Okay. Beyond that though … I don’t know what all they have planned, to be honest, this was kinda spur of the moment, but beyond that, I’m game. No … intercourse. That’s off limits. But I’m fine if you want to look at me, or touch, or do something else – as long as it’s not that. I actually … don’t mind if you want to give me instructions. I’ve never been into um, other women, but I’ve, well, done that stuff with Becky more times than I can count. Because they told me to. And told me what to do. And … you know the rest. So I’m kinda numb to it at this point. And if it’s something that turns you on, I … don’t mind doing that for you. Not … all the time, mind you. But … what I’m saying is, I’m giving you permission. If you want me to do something with the others, you just need to tell me. And … yes, you can touch me, just don’t fuck me. Everything else I’m okay with.” She saw me going slack-jawed again and giggled. “Really? I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with. Seriously. You don’t have to.” She sighed. “Hey. I just gave you the green light here. Just go with it. As long as you don’t try to fuck me, I’m putting everything else on the table.” She winked. I whispered “okay.” Then just to test whether she was sincere or not, I brought my finger down and lifted up her skirt to take a peek. Snorting, she said “It’s easier if you just take them off.” So I gently removed her clothes as she sat in my hand, and then I lifted her up to my lips and kissed her on the chest, and then walked with her back into the bedroom, setting her down gently next to the others. All three of them looked at her, a mix of surprise and curiosity. Huh, I wonder if they weren’t sure whether she was joining in their game or not. So I suspected they didn’t know what Cindy had told me either. I couldn’t believe she was going to let me give her instructions. Just that thought alone would have gotten me horny, if the others hadn’t already started me down that path. I climbed up onto the bed and sat up. I almost sat crosslegged, that would have been more comfortable, but I had a feeling they wanted to see my … equipment, as Maria had said. I snorted to myself at that. Once I stopped moving, all four of them walked around my foot and up, stopping and leaning two on each side against my upper legs, their bare tushes rubbing softly against my skin. Melanie broke her eyes from my semi-rigid shaft and looked up at me. “So?” Ah, she was waiting to see what I would do first. I reached down with my index finger and ran it up her stomach, stroking the underside of her breasts. I had no idea how I was supposed to entertain all four of them at once, but I didn’t want someone to feel left out. I lowered my other hand and ran a finger up Maria’s stomach and breasts, then began to fondle one of her breasts between my finger and thumb. Then I moved my left hand away from Melanie, eliciting an aww, and reached over to Cindy. I ran my finger along her arm, and then wrapped my fingers around her and lifted her up. She looked at me, a mix of surprise and fear and excitement, unsure what I was going to do, and maybe a little part of her concerned I’d break our agreement. But no, I had other plans. I held her up to my face and whispered, “Did you really mean you’d let me give you instructions?” She grinned and whispered back, “As long as you don’t cross our line, I’ll do whatever you tell me.” “Alright. No worries, I’m not going to go down on you, but I just want you to spread your legs. I’m just looking, NOT touching.” She smirked. “Your wish is my command.” Then she giggled, then proceeded to spread her legs wide, perfectly content to let me hold her up and have a look. “You know … “ she continued, “I used to keep myself shaven smooth down there, but I haven’t had access to a razor in a while.” I replied, “It’s still very sexy. I won’t touch it, I promised, even though part of me is dying to.” She whispered, “Alright. I appreciate that.” She patiently kept her legs spread and let me ogle her for a minute. Then I whispered, “Thank you. Can you do something else for me after I set you down?” “Sure thing.” She grinned. “Go up to Melanie and plant a kiss on her.” She looked at me for a moment and smirked. “That’s all?” “Well … “ “Look. You’re getting the opportunity of a lifetime here. If you want me to go down on her, now’s your chance.” I had trouble hiding the surprise on my face. “You would do that?” “Normally, no, but for you I would if you tell me to.” “Wow. That would be so cool.” I collected my thoughts for a second. “Yes. I want to see you climb all over Melanie and fuck her brains out.” She smirked. “I thought so. Guys are so predictable.” “Okay. Let me do one thing first.” I reached down with my other hand and stroked Melanie’s arm with my finger. She looked up at me and smiled. I wrapped my fingers around her and lifted her up, bringing her to my lips and kissing her on the chest. Then I lowered her down and draped her over my left thigh, and let my finger linger for a moment, stroking her breasts. Then I whispered to Cindy, “Are you ready?” She grinned at me. So I lowered her and set her down in a kneeling position next to Melanie. As soon as I took my hand away, she turned and looked back up at me, grinned, and then climbed on top of Melanie, pinning her down, and locked lips with her. I could tell it took Melanie by surprise, but to her credit she didn’t fight it. I suspected Melanie may have been the one to talk the others into this, and I loved her for that, but I think she figured out quickly that I’d put Cindy up to this and decided to go with it. Both Maria and Becky looked speechless for a moment. Though granted, I was also captivated by the display going on atop my thigh, Cindy on top of Melanie, the two lip-locked as she groped one of Melanie’s breasts and pinched the nipple, Melanie arching her back in response. As I broke from my momentary trance, I brought my hand down and traced my finger down Cindy’s back, then lightly squeezed her ass between my finger and thumb. Cindy broke her lips away from Melanie’s and moved to her breast, sucking the flesh and nibbling on the areola, as her hand made its way south. I let my finger explore once more, reaching around Cindy to rub one of her breasts. I kneaded it with my finger for a few moments, and she broke off her kiss to turn and look back at me, eyebrows raised. I smirked as I pulled my finger away, and she laughed and then turned her attentions back to Melanie’s breast. As they continued their lovemaking upon my thigh, so close that Cindy’s feet brushed my crotch, I turned my attention to Maria and Becky, who were both looking a little left out at the moment. They both had been looking back and forth between my semi-rigid shaft and the show taking place on my left thigh, but broke away to look up at me as I lowered my hand to them. I ran a finger down Maria’s arm. She leaned into my touch, and then lifted her arms, hoping I’d pick her up. I wrapped my fingers around her and lifted her up, then positioned her in my left hand, laying back. I kissed her on the stomach and then wrapped my lips over her breasts and teased them for a few moments. Then I reached for Becky, who’d been all but ignored so far. I wrapped my fingers around her and lifted her up with my other hand, bringing her to my lips and kissing her chest, my lips lingering over her perky breasts for a moment. I was interrupted by a grunt, and looked down at my thigh to see Cindy massaging Melanie between the legs; it appeared Melanie decided to just close her eyes and lay back, enjoying the experience. I so wished I had a free hand at the moment. However, I was holding two beautiful women, one in each hand. A part of me, reminded of the show of lovemaking already taking place, was really tempted to try to convince these two to try something similar, though I didn’t think they’d go for it. I did spend a couple minutes just enjoying holding both of them in front of me, going back and forth with my kisses from one to the other. Maria turned to Becky and mumbled, “I think he’s just teasing us.” So I replied, “Well, which of you would like to go first?” Maria snorted. “We’ll let you choose. If you can.” She smirked. I saw Becky looking at Maria and then back to me, nibbling on her lower lip in nervous anticipation. “Okay. I wish I could give you both a climax at once, but alas, I only have one tongue.” Maria laughed. Then I brought the two closer together, almost touching, and then began to kiss Becky on the chest, and then the stomach, and then her thigh. I slipped my tongue between her legs and she responded by spreading them, inviting my tongue to explore. I darted over to Maria for a moment and kissed her again on the stomach, and noticed that Maria had reached over and was holding Becky’s hand. That was so cute. I then went back to letting my tongue explore Becky. The tip of my tongue found her lips, and I teased their length until they parted enough for my tongue to drive further. I attacked her tiny hole and her little clit, eliciting moans from her as I felt her body squirm in my hand. A couple minutes of that was enough to push her over the edge, and as she wailed and thrashed in my hand, I was rewarded with a tiny taste of her juices. I slowed my tongue and made the strokes longer, wrapping a warm tongue from her ass to her abdomen, as she slowly started to come down from her high. Then I pulled her back just a little, enough to kiss her chest again and then enjoy the look of her flushed body as she gave me a dreamy gaze. I noticed the two of them were still holding hands, so I kept my own hands close together as I lifted Maria up to my mouth and began working on her, kissing her up and down. I had to remember to be gentle around her leg, where her gash was still healing. So much had happened it was easy to forget it was only a few days ago when I brought her home and gently stitched her wound closed and had to nurse her while she was unconscious for half a day. Despite all that, she was more than eager for me, and as soon as I began kissing her, she spread her legs for me. I wrapped my tongue around her there, caressing her mound with slow strokes, and then as her lips parted for me, I worked the tip of my tongue inside as far as they would go. I could feel her tiny hole and began teasing it with my tongue, until she began to moan and shiver in my hand. As I was starting to work her a little harder with my tongue, Becky whispered, “Can you move us a little closer together? Please?” Without breaking away from Maria, I went ahead and moved my hands together until their bodies were touching. Becky leaned over to Maria and gave her a tentative kiss. Huh, I wonder what prompted that? Maria then turned and kissed her back, a little more forcefully. I slowed my ministrations, in part because it was so damn distracting. Once they broke off the kiss, Becky whispered to her, so faint I could barely hear it. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like that or not. But I figured if my own stepmother was brave enough to get it on with Melanie … what do I have to be afraid of?” Maria looked like she was going to respond, but the stimulation from my tongue was hampering her efforts to say anything coherent. Instead, she just nodded her head. In response, Becky leaned in and kissed her again, and then to my surprise, reached for one of Maria’s breasts. I almost stopped at that point, half tempted to pull them away from my lips and just watch to see if they did anything else. I’d nearly forgotten the scene playing out on my thigh as well, despite the occasional kick of Cindy’s foot against my abdomen. Chastising myself for getting distracted, I turned my attention back to pleasuring Maria. Her body responded with moans and she thrust her hips, pushing herself against my tongue. With Becky’s added stimulation, it wasn’t long before Maria was on the cusp. She was definitely the loudest of the four of them, though I remembered from our time in the convenience store restroom that she could muffle that when she tried. She wasn’t trying very hard now. A few strong strokes with the tip of my tongue against her clit drove her over the edge, and I felt her tremble in my hand. After another minute in which I just slowed my tongue until it was just lightly caressing her between the thighs, I slowly pulled back both my hands and observed these two beautiful women. Maria was flushed and still a little uneven with her breathing, while Becky was calm and content, her hand still resting on Maria’s chest. They both looked up at me as I said, “That was … very distracting. But in a good way.” I grinned. Becky snorted. “I just felt like it. But you liked it?” I almost laughed. “Liked it? It was so sexy I almost pulled back so I could watch.” Now Maria snorted. “I bet. Typical male. I bet you probably wish we would just start making out.” “Well … yeah.” Maria just grinned at me for a moment. “Maybe another time. But tell you what … “ she turned to Becky, “How about we just give him a little prequel. I bet he’ll be fantasizing about us all afternoon.” At that, she leaned over and began kissing Becky on the lips, while her hand grasped one of Becky’s perky little breasts. She rolled over and draped one leg over Becky, which – and I wasn’t sure if it was inadvertent or intentional, probably the latter – gave me a nice view of her ass and pussy as she continued to kiss Becky. Having a free left thumb now that both of them were mostly piled on my right hand, I reached over and stroked her ass. This went on for a couple minutes before they broke off and Maria rolled over onto her back, sprawled across my left palm. She smirked as she looked me right in the eyes. “Well?” It took me a minute to get the words out. “That was … “ Maria turned to Becky and muttered, “I told you. Typical guy.” Then looking back at me she continued, “We’ll save the rest for another time. So you’ve got something to look forward to. But right now … how about you put us down so we can go finish off that bad boy down there?” I nodded and reluctantly lowered them both down, setting them on my right thigh, opposite Melanie and Cindy, who were still going at it. I’d missed a few minutes of that, but it looked like Cindy was still lapping at Melanie’s cunt, while Melanie lay back, enjoying it, her eyes closed, while one hand had made its way to her own breast. I left Maria and Becky on their own as I took in the sight, and it was less than a minute before I couldn’t stay out of it any longer. I lowered my left hand and stroked a finger down Cindy’s back and her ass, and then came around and fondled her breast. I kneaded it with my fingertip for a few moments, and then came around and touched Melanie’s free breast, circling it and then holding it between my finger and thumb. She opened her eyes and looked up at me once she realized I’d joined in. She smiled shyly at me. I rubbed Cindy on the shoulder and said, “Hey, Cindy, can I interrupt?” She turned her head and looked up at me. “Sure thing. What do you want?” “Can I pick you both up? I want to finish off Melanie myself.” She smirked at me. “Sure. But why both of us?” I wrapped my fingers around Cindy and gently lifted her up in my left hand and brought her up close to my face. “I thought … maybe … “ She grinned. “Out with it. I said I’d do whatever you want, with one exception like we talked about.” “True. Would you finish yourself off while I finish off Melanie?” She chuckled. “You like watching that, don’t you?” I smirked. “Yeah.” “Alright. I can even put on a show for you if you want.” “I’d love that.” At that, she proceeded to get herself comfortable in my left hand, while I reached down with my right to pick up Melanie, who looked me in the eyes and started nibbling her lower lip in anticipation, knowing she was about to be fucked by my tongue. As many times as we’d done that, it could never get old for either of us. I looked back to Cindy in my other hand, and brought her to my lips to kiss her chest and stomach, and then brought her back a few inches to give her space, while I brought Melanie up in her place. I started to kiss Melanie all over, her shoulders, her chest, her stomach, her thighs, and then her pussy mound. She relaxed and parted her legs, lifting them up to give me access to everything there. I wrapped my lips around her, encompassing her entire bottom in my mouth, and began to tease her ass and pussy with the tip of my tongue, gently at first and then a little more forcefully. Occasionally I would glance over at Cindy, who had begun touching herself, and observe her fingers as she softly massaged her own folds. While all this was going on, I could feel Maria and Becky moving into position around my shaft. It felt like one was up top, sitting on the base, her legs straddling it, while the other must be on the bed standing in front of it, reaching up to grab the head, which had already started to leak a dribble of semen as a result of all this stimulating activity going on around me. Having Melanie right up on my face and Cindy just inches to the side, I couldn’t even see who was in what position, but I sure could feel them down there. Returning my attention to Melanie, I began stroking her more forcefully with the tip of my tongue, and her pussy lips parted in response. I figure Cindy had been slowly working her for a while already, so she wasn’t going to need much buildup at this point. I drove the tip of my tongue against her tiny hole, and she arched her back and trembled in response, pushing her hips in rhythm to the movements of my tongue. I kept going, and she kept writhing in my hand, and soon she was in the throes of orgasm, and I could taste her release on my tongue. Slowing down to gentle caresses of her ass and her pussy lips, I started to pull away, kissing her on the stomach and chest as she lowered her legs and sprawled out across my palm and wrist, flush with the afterglow of her climax, a silly grin on her face as she looked at me. I turned my attention to Cindy, who was fingering herself in my other hand and trying to work herself to her own climax. I turned back to Melanie, kissed her a few more times, and whispered, “Do you think you should help Cindy along?” Melanie looked over at Cindy and first took in the sight herself, just realizing that she was right there and busy masturbating herself. She looked back at me and whispered back, “Okay.” I brought my hands together so that Melanie could reach. She turned on her side, and put one arm up on Cindy’s chest, reaching for a breast, and then as Cindy turned her head in realization, Melanie pressed her lips to Cindy’s. Melanie whispered, “Thought you might want some help.” She smirked. To my surprise, Cindy grabbed Melanie’s hand and pushed it down between her legs. The two of them both went about caressing there, Melanie stroking the lips as Cindy’s own fingers dove inside herself. Cindy groaned and let out a moan. Melanie took it upon herself to dip a finger inside, competing with Cindy’s fingers in the little space, and it was enough to drive Cindy over the edge, her whole body shivering in my hand as she reached her climax. As they wound down from that, I kissed them both on their chests and then looked down between my legs, where Maria and Becky were working hard (pun intended) at trying to finish me off. I was close, my member was rock hard and standing straight and tall. Maria was leaning up against the top, her arms wrapped around it, as Becky gave her tips. I supposed Becky had a lot of experience, being captive for months, though she didn’t have any choice back then. Now she was in control and directing the activity, all the while trying to rub the underside with her own hands, though the tip was up above her head and nearly out of her reach now. Maria was getting good at this, pushing off with her knees as she rubbed her chest up and down the top and her hands along the underside, the shaft pulsing under her, until finally the eruption came, hot sperm shooting up and landing on Becky and on the bed around her, some running down and covering Maria’s hands and arms. Maria had the sense to start working her way back to a safe place before the shaft started to deflate. I just looked down at both of them. Melanie and Cindy at this point were both looking down at the sight as well, stretching their necks to see what they could. -------------------- After I brought all four of them back to the sink to clean up, and gathered up all of their clothes and brought those to the bathroom as well, momentarily taking a moment to ogle the girls as they took a quick shower in the sink, I cleaned up the bed and started some laundry, then got myself dressed. Once I’d brought everyone back to the kitchen and started preparing a late lunch, I suggested we should check on things. There was a lot going on beyond our little bubble here, a lot that was going to affect us sooner rather than later. As the girls ate, I texted Andrew, using the new phone I’d given him back at the park. I asked if he could get to a safe place – thinking his office was probably bugged just as his personal phone would be. He said he’d call in about 20 minutes. So I went ahead and ate a sandwich. Soon as he called, I put the phone on speaker so that Becky could talk to her dad and Cindy her husband. While it was important for him to know they were safe, I needed to know not only that he was alright given I’d knocked out the guy that was tailing him yesterday, and I needed to know the status of Level 7. He sounded a little harried, but did state that the two scientists had not been back today and that he’d locked off Level 7, informing security that nobody was to be allowed in that lab without his permission. Becky jumped in, “Hi dad!” “Becky? How are you doing? Are you all right? Are they treating you okay?” “Yeah dad, it’s great here, I’m fine! Everyone is really nice. You don’t have to worry about us!” Cindy added, “We’re fine, honey. We miss you, but we’re doing fine. We just had a late lunch after our very nice host finished installing a new security system. He really is looking after us.” I stepped away for a minute to let them talk, as I heard Andrew grumbling something incoherent. He probably didn’t like the idea of some other man looking after his wife and daughter. If only he knew the whole story. I hoped those two had the sense not to talk about that, especially as I would have to work in his company’s lab in order to resolve a way to restore them to normal size. When I came back, Maria was in the middle of asking him about the office. Which reminded me of something. When it sounded like they’d finished whatever they were talking about, I chimed in. “Mr. Caulfield. Hi. I just have a question for you. There is a meteorite I believe still stored in the vault.” He sounded alarmed. “How the hell do you know that?” “Umm … there is a substance those scientists on Level 7 extracted from the meteorite. That was the missing piece they needed to make this whole shrinking process work. It would never work without that. And I don’t believe the substance has ever been reported here on Earth.” There was a long pause as he digested that. “Oh.” “I asked Maria about it, yes, but I already figured out on my own that it had to be where the substance came from. Now what I’m trying to ask, is that the rest of the meteorite be secured. If we can’t recover the small amount we’re certain they took with them when they left the lab yesterday, then that meteorite is the only known source of the element on the planet. Just trust me on this. We may need it in order to extract more material, to have any hope of reversing the process.” Another long pause. “Alright. Yes, the meteorite is in the vault. I’ll give orders not to touch it. Fine. But I really hope this works.” “It has to.” ---------------------------------------- Afterwards I brought the girls down to the floor so they could run about the house and do whatever it is they do. I’d been leaving a laptop on the floor of the office so they could browse, stream a show, or I suppose use email, if they wanted to. Melanie still had her separate ‘office’ with her own keyboard and trackball and screen, though she couldn’t get up there or back down without assistance yet. Was it even two weeks ago I was sitting at the table sketching out how I’d build her ramps and catwalks so she could get around easily? Seems like it was months ago. While they were occupied I went to check on the two cameras at the mansion. The batteries hadn’t died yet. We were in a holding pattern, more or less, after I’d brought the police on board (via Becky’s uncle, Sergeant Joe) – I assumed they’d have at least checked out the place by now, given we had clear evidence of two women having been held captive there and abused – plus the video evidence in the form of blackmail videos sent to Andrew – plus the testimony of both Becky and Cindy – plus Melanie’s direct observations on-site and both of our roles in the rescue. How much more evidence could there be, aside from the two still being held captive – which would put them at greater risk if the police showed up. No, better that we rescued them when we did. Though when I called up the camera feeds, I sure didn’t expect to see multiple police cars staked out on the property. Holy shit. It was right about then when my phone rang. It was Sergeant Joe, I recognized the number from yesterday. I picked up immediately of course and answered, “Sergeant Joe.” Going straight to business, he asked, “You said you’d gotten in and out of that underground bunker through a back entrance. Where exactly?” “Oh! Yes, there’s a concrete tube to the surface. The entrance is underneath the gazebo. There’s a trap door built into the planks.” “Trap door.” he said flatly. “Alright. Carry on.” “Wait, is there any news?” He sighed. “Fine. I shouldn’t even be telling you this, but we’re in the middle of a hostage situation. Your scientists, or whoever they are, someone is holed up in that bunker with two of my officers. Just stand by, if I need you for something I’ll call.” I hesitated for a moment. Hostages? In the bunker? A full day after they said they were almost finished with the new machine and they had the only known supply of the element with them? “Okay, but if they have your two officers down there … that’s where they were finishing a second shrinking machine.” “Shit.” |
1693115200 | melanie41 | After Sergeant Joe hung up, my head was spinning. I felt like I needed to be there, but what would I do? I’d just be in the way, that’s what. So I was left spinning my wheels and waiting anxiously for a call back from Sergeant Joe or someone else, with news or questions or whatever. I felt like punching something in frustration, but that wasn’t going to solve anything. Instead I decided to throw on shorts and my running shoes and just go out for a jog and clear my head, telling the girls I’d be back in half an hour and not even waiting for a reply. I hadn’t been out jogging for weeks and I felt it. Despite stretching first, my leg muscles were protesting loudly and after a few blocks I could feel it in my chest as well. Damn I was getting out of shape. And to think, Melanie had been a gym rat before her ordeal started, she’d been bugging me to come up with some simple exercise equipment to use. Maybe I needed some equipment for myself as well and we could work out together? I wasn’t quite sure how that would work. Regardless, I needed to get back into working out, the longer I put it off the harder it would be getting back into it. I did slow my pace, more out of fear that I’d pull something as I had some serious responsibility in front of me, looking after and taking care of my four charges as well as solving how to restore them. Yeah, despite the work, I couldn't deny that a small part of me enjoyed lording over four tiny women. Having that kind of control was intoxicating – and the episode coming out of the shower a couple hours ago was mind-blowing. I started thinking of Cindy going down on Melanie. Then my mind darted to Maria and Becky together in my hands, teasing me with kisses and fondling and suggesting that they might do more next time. Yeah, Maria was right, they were going to have me fantasizing about that all afternoon. And this was definitely not the place for it. Ever tried jogging with a boner? I tried to brush the thoughts aside, though it had already perked up down there enough that I’d be drawing attention if the park trail were more crowded. Lucky for me a lot of people were still at work right now. Another part of me kept pointing out that they all had their own lives put on hold for all this – Cindy had a husband waiting, Becky had her college put on hold, Maria even today was only missing her second day of work. And then Melanie. My mind started to spin again thinking all that through. It felt like weeks, not days. At least for the moment, it was just me and the pavement, late spring, the mid-afternoon sun warming my skin as those muscle pains subsided and the endorphins kicked in. This was my old jogging route, through the neighborhood, out to the main road, up and through the park trail that snaked through the trees and brush parallel to the train tracks to the west, and then back into the neighborhood from the other side and back. It was over a two mile circuit. I used to make it in 15 or 20 minutes and then go a second time, but after a month of idleness I decided not to push it. As I was near the end of the park trail, my phone rang. I stopped at a bench to sit, whipped out the phone and saw it was Sergeant Joe. I hoped to hear from him but didn’t expect it would be this soon. I quickly answered, anxious for more news. “How soon can you get up here to the mansion?” he asked in his gravelly voice. By the tone it sounded like he wasn’t thrilled to be asking the question either. “Umm … we’re about 20 minutes away, I just need wash up and change.” Then realizing that sounded awkward, I quickly added, “I was just out for a jog.” I heard a pronounced sigh. “Fine. Just get up here. And you might want to bring one of your … women. Just not Becky, don’t let her anywhere near this place, anything happens to her and I’ll wring your neck myself.” he grumbled. “O … kay. Is there anything I should know?” This was sounding really odd. What the hell was going on over there? “There’s been … an incident. I can’t say any more right now. Just get your ass down here soon as you can.” He hung up. Shit. I jumped up, tossed the phone back in my pocket and started jogging back home, fast as I felt I could push myself without cramping a muscle. ------------------------ Back at the house, I stripped, showered and got dressed quickly. I didn’t bother with formalities or even closing the door. As I was getting dressed, all four girls migrated into the bedroom to find out what was going on. “Sergeant Joe called me back while I was out. There’s something going on at the mansion, but he won’t say what. I know from the cameras that the place is crawling with police. Beyond that I don’t know much, but he says I need to get down there, and he said I should take one of you with me.” All four of them started talking at once. “Okay. Here’s what I’m suspecting. He said there were hostages being held in that underground bunker. Two officers I believe. Now if he’s saying I should bring one of you, the only thing I can think of is that they used the shrinking machine again.” I was greeted with silence as they all seemed to realize the ramifications. Becky, to my surprise, spoke first. “Should I go? I … lived down there for a long time … and I’d recognize those people if they need me to … and … “ “No. Actually, your uncle said if I dared put you in danger he’d wring my neck.” Her shoulders slumped. “I was thinking Melanie” she perked up and I looked back at her “… if you’re willing to go. You know your way around down there too, you helped stage a rescue down there, you were there for Maria when all this happened, I figured … “ “Umm … what would I do?” “Well … if he’s saying I should bring one of you with me, I’m wondering if someone was shrunk by the machine … and I figure when they wake up, it’ll be enough of a shock seeing a bunch of giants hovering over … it would be better having someone their own size to talk them down off the cliff.” “OH. Actually … that makes sense. Though we’re forgetting one thing.” “What’s that?” “If someone was shrunk, they might be unconscious for a while.” She glanced at Maria, started to say more and stopped herself. “I was out … well I guess that doesn’t count … but you know what I mean. It could be a while.” “True.” I knew she was thinking of Maria, who was out for almost a day, but she had the sense not to put her on the spot. “I’m guessing they don’t know that. Now … babe, if you come with me … are the rest of you going to be okay here for a while? I’ll get some snacks and water out now, and if you need to reach me you remember how, right?” I looked across the three of them and saw heads nodding. “And … remember the panic room. If you hear anything, alarms, anyone trying to break in, you run down there as fast as you can, and stay there and stay quiet ‘till I’m back. You can reach me from down there too.” The others looked concerned. Probably because I was talking as if someone was going to come and break in. Well, better to be alert than complacent. If I had to leave them here, I wouldn’t be here to protect them. I added, “I’ll try to watch the outside cameras myself, if it looks like something going on I’ll head back here as fast as I can. But just be careful and stay alert until I get back. Okay?” They all gave me reluctant okays. I gathered up snacks and some food, got a small package of skinny pretzels to put down in the room for emergencies (I couldn’t get it down there myself, but it was light enough that one of them could drag it over and drop it down the hole) and I knew if worse came to worse, they could get to the bathroom sink to get fresh water. So hopefully they could last a little while. I honestly didn’t know if we’d be gone for a couple hours or all night. Before I left I bent down and kissed each of them on the top of the head, said Maria’s in charge and whispered a little thank you to her when I kissed her, and then turned to Melanie and said, “Ready babe?” She gave me a little smile and said “Ready. Let’s go.” I put on my hoodie jacket with the big inside pocket, then lifted Melanie up and lowered her into the pocket. She was used to traveling like this when we went out in public, it was much safer. She could snuggle up to my stomach and she wouldn’t be visible to passers-by, plus I could feel her there and would know quickly if something was amiss. We headed to the garage, I opened the garage door and started the car, gave her a minute to climb out and get comfortable in the passenger seat, and then we backed the car out, waiting for the garage door to close and the security system to re-arm before I pulled into the street. --------------------------- As we turned down the street where the mansion was, I could see the reflection of red and blue lights, glinting off the turret atop the building, visible from the street despite the high stone walls around the property. Finding a space to park along the street, I turned to Melanie and after taking a bracing breath, asked, “Ready?” She looked up at me with a little apprehension. I knew it wasn’t directed at me, she could see the commotion even from her vantage point in the passenger seat. She sighed herself and then said, “Okay. Let’s do this.” At that I gently lifted her up and lowered her into my hoodie, giving her a moment to situate herself in the big inside pocket, and then I opened the door and got out, walking down the sidewalk and up to the opened gates leading to the inside drive. An officer stood there, arms folded, watching as we approached. A few steps away he put a hand up and said, “I’m going to need you to cross the street and go around.” He pointed back where we’d come, trying to direct us away. I stopped and said, “I need to see Sergeant Joe Ducey. He asked me to come by.” The officer’s eyes narrowed and he apprised me suspiciously for a moment. Then he huffed and said “Stay there.” He made a call over his radio, though it was hard to make out the words. A couple minutes later, I saw Sergeant Joe walking over to meet me. His first words were, “Took you long enough.” “Sorry” I mumbled. “I had to make sure the others were safe and had something to eat and drink and all. Makes me nervous leaving them all there by themselves. I installed a whole security system last night and this morning, I don’t want to take any chances.” He squinted at me for a moment. “Good.” He didn’t say anything more as he led me into the mansion. It seemed strange to actually be walking into this place after seeing it on camera – after having an inkling of what had been going on in here for months - and just a couple days after helping Melanie help Cindy and Becky escape under the cover of darkness. As we walked, I glanced at the gazebo off to the side, from a distance I could see some sort of equipment sitting near the trap door and a couple of men in body suits holding gas masks and standing and talking nearby. I was itching to know what happened in that short time after Sergeant Joe called me the first time. As we entered the side door of the mansion – the very door I remembered watching on camera as they rolled equipment through, not knowing Melanie had inadvertently stowed aboard the equipment before it arrived. It was surreal in a way. I couldn’t imagine what Melanie was thinking, though she couldn’t see much of anything at the moment I’m sure she could hear and sense what was going on around us. We stopped at a table in what looked like a formal dining room, and he told me to pull up a chair. There were a couple other officers already sitting there, and they looked at me with a little suspicion as well, probably wondering why on earth this nerdy looking guy would be invited into the middle of a crime scene, though I was lucky enough that Sergeant Joe was vouching for me and he seemed to carry some weight with the group. “Okay. First off, introductions.” We exchanged names and Sergeant Joe introduced me as the guy who accidentally stumbled upon this and tipped them off to criminal activity on the property. I wouldn’t say it was accidental, there was a lot of work involved, but I had the sense to keep my mouth shut while he spoke. Then he asked if I’d brought one of ‘my women’ with me. The other officers’ eyebrows shot up their foreheads at that remark. I said, “Yes. I brought Melanie, she’s the one who broke Cindy and Becky out of the cage they were in and helped them escape over the weekend.” They looked at each other for a moment, and then one of them spoke. “I didn’t see him come in with anyone else. Is this a joke?” At that, Melanie piped up, “No, I’m right here, just give me a minute!” I unzipped my hoodie and let her climb up onto the table. They both almost fell over at that. Which was just as well, she sure had their attention. She spent the next several minutes filling them in, some on her ordeal and how I (her boyfriend) rescued her, how the two of us spent a week investigating all this, tracking down leads as well as how her genius boyfriend was working on solving the puzzle of how to reverse the process and how she knows I’m smarter than those two goons that shrunk everyone. By the time she was done, standing there with her arms folded, waiting for a response, they were all speechless for a minute. Then Sergeant Joe began to fill us in on recent events. “There were two security guys, they came down the elevator with our two officers to show them the bunker. Someone else was down there already and whacked one of our people with a crowbar the minute the doors opened. There was a struggle. One officer was subdued and tied to a chair and then they … did THIS to her” - as he spoke he waved his hand at Melanie – “before the other officer came to and got back on his feet. By that time they had her and threatened to kill – squash – her if we didn’t let them go.” He looked visibly upset. “We gassed them and tied them up. We haven’t brought anyone up yet.” It took a minute for me to absorb all of that. Melanie looked a little shaken herself. I replied, “Is there anyone else on the property? I know there were at least four that we know of the night of the rescue … “ I glanced at Melanie and she nodded “and we suspected another guy they seemed to refer to as ‘the boss’ was coming here either yesterday or today.” One of the other officers interjected “We’ve got three accounted for downstairs and one in the study.” “Any chance we could see them? Melanie can ID the two scientists and … do you think you’d recognize the two guards that came down while you were down there?” “I … maybe. I was trying to hide, I heard more than I saw, but … maybe. Cindy or Becky could ID them easily.” Sergeant Joe flinched a little at the mention of his niece and sister-in-law. “But the two … scientists” (I could tell she was trying to be diplomatic with that one) “I would recognize in a heartbeat.” “Alright.” Sergeant Joe looked at his two officers. “Why don’t you escort them to see the prisoners and maybe they can save us some time by ID’ing these fools.” Then he looked at me. “Umm .. how is she going to get around?” Melanie chirped up, “He can carry me. He is my boyfriend after all.” All three of them gave us an odd look, like they couldn’t even imagine. She was undaunted. After all she’d been through, she wouldn’t let that ruffle her feathers. So I gently picked up my girl. She sat in my hand, holding onto my thumb for support, and we proceeded to go check out the prisoners. First the guy they had handcuffed to a chair in the study. I certainly didn’t recognize him – and Melanie didn’t either. So we knew he wasn’t one of the scientists, nor one of the security guards. We relayed this information to the officers, along with what Melanie had overheard a few days ago that they expected ‘the boss’ to come by. Maybe that was this guy, who knows. He had some bruises so maybe he put up a fight, but for now he was just brooding, and didn’t even look at us or react when we were talking. After that, they radio’d down to someone else to see if it was safe to come down to the bunker, then escorted us down on the elevator. When we got off the elevator, there were a couple of fans set up, blowing towards the access tube. We saw a male police officer sitting in a chair in the corner, holding gauze over gash on his forehead. That must have been the crowbar they spoke of. Then we saw three men along the wall, handcuffed. They all looked pretty woozy still, glassy-eyed. Probably the effects of the gas still wearing off. I could recognize one of the scientists, but not the other two. “Babe, do you recognize those two?” “I think so. Like I said, Cindy or Becky could easily spot them in a lineup, I only got glimpses, but they look like the two guards that came down to take the equipment off the pallet and then walked over and started harassing them in the cage. I remember one of them was even jerking off at the time.” One of the officers looked at her when she said that, eyes narrowed. She looked up at him and said, “I bet Becky could easily tell you which one. From what they tell me, this was a regular occurrence. And ... I do know … this scientist over here … he’s the one who sat in that chair over there” she pointed towards the alcove where the cage and chair still sat undisturbed “and forced both of them to … umm … “ she looked at me as if I was going to give her the words, and then back to the officer, “stand between his legs and jerk him off.” The officer’s eyes got wide at that. “Shit.” He looked back and forth between Melanie, the handcuffed men and the alcove. Melanie continued, “According to what Becky tells me, there should be plenty of evidence over there … all over the chair and the wall next to that cage. And by the way, that’s the cage they were kept in for months.” I wondered how much of the story Sergeant Joe had relayed to them … probably not enough. Though my eyes darted over to the table, where a tiny woman lay, still unconscious. Yeah, that should make the ramifications of all this sink in … and why they had to be stopped. This was their other officer, I could tell by the tiny uniform. Even the gun in its holster had shrunk with her. She was a young black woman, tall and slender, athletic build. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun. I looked at her from a distance and thought she was quite attractive. I walked closer to the table and set Melanie down. She stood up and stretched her legs, walked over to the woman and put her hand on her shoulder. We waited while Melanie took a look at her. She was breathing but completely out cold. If we assume Maria’s experience was typical, it could be sometime tomorrow before she woke up. “She has several ugly bruises, but I don’t think any bones are broken.” Melanie stood back up and turned to us. I stood near the edge of the table, but so did the two officers that escorted us down. “They punched her several times to subdue her. How the fuck was she supposed to take on three men at once? She never even had a chance to pull her pistol.” The officer that had been ambushed with the crowbar spoke up from his chair across the room. He looked a little shaken. “After … THAT … they just picked her up and waved her around like she was a damn toy. They threatened to slam her to the ground and squash her. Dammit! We should have … “ his voice trailed off. One of the others spoke up, “You couldn’t have arrested them yet, all you had was a search warrant and … you didn’t have anything on those two … YET. Now we have enough to lock them up for a long time. But … don’t beat yourself up. You did all you could, man.” “But what about Keisha? She doesn’t deserve this.” I felt I had to speak up myself, but Melanie jumped in first. “The main thing is they can’t do this to anyone again. Right? My boyfriend” she pointed to me and everyone turned to look at me – sheesh – “is probably the only one who can FIX this, and he’s already working on it. Now … there are five of us now. Me, Maria, Cindy, Becky, and now … Keisha.” They were all looking at me now. One of them said, “You’re trying to fix this? For real?” I nodded. “Yeah. Melanie is my girlfriend. I owe it to her. These scumbags used her as a damn lab rat and then left her with two people who abused her for weeks.” Melanie flinched herself a little at hearing that out loud. “Maria is her best friend and a close friend of mine and they did to her the same as your Keisha here, all because she tried to help Melanie. Then my little hero came down here and rescued Cindy and Becky – Sergeant Joe’s niece by the way – after they’d been rotting away down here for months. So YEAH. Damn right I’m putting this right. These ‘scientists’ - “ I made air quotes with my hands – yeah I was on a roll here – “haven’t a fucking clue how to fix this, they were too focused on money and power to give a damn what this would do to their innocent victims. They stumbled into how to make this work out of sheer dumb luck. I know exactly how they did it and yeah, I’m already working on a way to reverse it. Now … “ I took a moment to calm down, damn I didn’t know I had all that aggression in me … “it’s not an overnight fix. But I’ve already been talking to Andrew Caulfield, they worked in his lab and blackmailed him by threatening to kill his wife and daughter, holding them in that cage over there.” I saw the scientist was coming out of his stupor and glanced up at me, but didn’t say anything. “I’ll need to do some experiments, but he’s secured the same lab and equipment.” The scientist snickered and looked like he was going to make some snide remarks. I turned and looked right at him. “Hey YOU. Yeah you. I know about the bomb that you and Bob planted.” His eyes went wide at that and he shut up quick. Turning back to the officers, I continued, “I can’t promise it’ll be fixed in a day. It may take some time. This is new territory, nobody’s ever shrunk people before this, and nobody’s ever attempted to reverse it. But I fully understand the science behind it and I’m confident I can do it.” I stopped and caught my breath after that long heated monologue. Melanie just looked at me, a proud grin on her face. Damn, was she proud of me? What a girl. Then as I stopped and thought for a moment … oh shit. “Uh … speaking of … where is Bob?” “Bob?” “The other scientist. There were two of them. This one here … ” I waved my hand in his direction “was basically his assistant.” I looked around and got puzzled looks from everyone. “Uh … you didn’t find anyone else here, just … these three and the guy upstairs?” A sinking feeling hit me in the stomach. Melanie started to look sick too as the realization hit her. “No, just these four.” “So Bob is still loose out there, and he probably knows the mansion has been raided.” Melanie looked at me, wide eyed. “The house!” |
1693115203 | melanie42 | I could see the panic in Melanie’s eyes. She feared this Bob could be coming after us for revenge. For that matter, she’d mentioned overhearing him Sunday brag that we would ‘be taken care of soon enough’ – so ever since, we’d both wondered if they actually had a suspicion about who was on their trail. And how he could have figured anything out, as we sure didn’t give them much to go on. Or did they suspect Melanie’s siblings, the ones they’d gone to rough up for answers after I’d rescued Melanie and Maria from Level 7? Or did they suspect Andrew Caulfield was plotting behind their back, despite the risk to his wife and daughter? We just talked to him a couple of hours ago, before I got a call from Sergeant Joe to come up here the mansion. My thoughts shot to the guy who was trailing him Monday when we talked in the park, the guy who then chased after me for several blocks and through an apartment building before I doubled back, somehow knocked him out in the stairwell and hid his phone up on the roof. Had that guy gotten a good enough look at me? Undoubtedly he’d remember me, but was a face from memory enough to find someone in a city of almost a million? First thing I did was pull out my phone, to go check the cameras and see if there was any activity at the house, but – dammit – no signal down here. We were underground. Turning to the officers that brought us down, I said, “Is there any chance I can go back up just for a minute? I can’t get a signal down here.” They looked at me suspiciously for a moment. I added, “I just need to check the security at the house. If this Bob is still out there, I can’t take a chance of something happening to the others. There are three women back at the house who are in the same situation as your Keisha here. I’m responsible for them until I can figure out how to reverse this. He’s out there and he could be looking for revenge.” I got another look and then one of them mumbled, “Sure” and started heading towards the elevator. Turning to Melanie, I said, “Babe, will you be okay? I’ll be back in a minute.” She looked at me, back at the other officer, back at Keisha, and said “Just hurry.” I nodded and trotted off to the elevator. -------------------------------- Melanie stood there, watching the elevator doors close. Now all she could do was wait. She wasn’t comfortable around these strangers. Even if two of them were police officers, the other three were criminals – and one of them … she glanced in his direction and he snarled back at her … this was the guy who captured her on Level 7, whacking her with a broom and then strapping her to a table, he and Bob both threatening to hurt her and threatening to hurt Maria while she was unconscious. The memories of that day flooded back for a moment and she had to stop and settle herself, her hands on her knees, and take some calming breaths. This wasn’t the time or place to panic. She was brought here because one of their officers was shrunk, pretty much the same way Maria was, and just like with Maria, they threatened to hurt or kill her while she was unconscious. “Is everything alright, miss?” She turned and saw the other officer looking at her. She took another couple breaths and then nodded and stood straight. “Yeah. Sorry. Just a lot of bad memories. What these assholes did to your … Keisha … they did the exact same thing to my friend Maria just last week. They … captured me in the lab and strapped me to the table, and when she came up to try to … rescue me … they beat her up and shrunk her … and then while she was … unconscious … they … waved her in front of me and threatened to …” her voice cracked and she stopped and took some more calming breaths “ ... snap her arms and legs if I didn’t cooperate … and then my boyfriend broke in and rescued both of us. He’s the one who gave that jerk over there a bruise on his face. And he’s … been looking out for all us ever since.” He looked over to Keisha for a moment and just shook his head, unsure what to say to all that. Finally he said, “I’m worried she hasn’t … woken up yet.” Melanie looked at her and back to him, gathering her thoughts. “Yeah. It … may be a while.” “What do you mean?” “Umm … Maria was out of it for the rest of the day. She didn’t come to until the next morning. We actually … fed her with a dropper, we didn’t know how long it would be. It was … a few days for me, but we’re suspecting they drugged me so they could do experiments. I’ve got … scars where they cut me.” “Shit.” “I … really think he’s our best chance … maybe only chance … of figuring out how to reverse this.” “How so?” He actually looked curious, maybe a little hopeful. “He’s been studying this, their notes, he already understands how the process works. All the science behind it. How they made it work. And he’s the one who traced this back to the mansion and the LLC’s and brought you guys in on this. If he hadn’t, we figured any day they’d have this worked out and they could have escaped anywhere … and set up an underground trafficking ring … kidnapping women off the street and selling them off.” “Shit” he said again, shaking his head. “I … I know I was brought here to talk to Keisha. She may not come to for hours, maybe not until morning, at least if Maria was typical. It’s supposedly something about the shock to the body that it takes a while to recover. So … my advice? She should come stay with us. It’s the safest place for her right now, even if that Bob is on the loose. When she wakes up she’ll have the rest of us there, we’re kinda our own support group … and she’ll be with the one person who may be capable of finding a solution.” He took that in for a minute. Finally he nodded. “Okay. You may be right. I don’t know what we’d do with her back at the station, it would just be a media circus. I’ll talk to Sarge.” “Umm … thanks.” “For what?” “For talking to me like a human. I’m suspecting Cindy and Becky’s experience is more typical. My boyfriend was the first one to treat me like a person, and I’d been like this for a month by the time I was able to reach him to rescue me.” She sat down near Keisha and just rested in silence. Her head was still spinning at all that had happened, not just today, but throughout the last couple weeks. She was still … not just in a strange place, but in the same place she was trapped in and escaped from just a couple days ago, the same place where two of her friends (were they her friends now? Huh.) were caged and continuously abused. She felt like she should have been frightened, maybe even had PTSD at coming down here again, but instead she felt … empowered. Wow. Despite her size, and sitting on a table with what to her size would be a 20 foot drop to a concrete floor if she fell, and being dependent on others to get around, she felt empowered. The people here listened to her, actually listened, and they wanted her help. And there was a sense of hope. That maybe we’d stopped this operation before the worst could happen. And hope that maybe this could be reversed. Though for the first time, she just sat and pondered that. Returning to normal. While she hated the first month of her ordeal, the sexual torture, the games, the helplessness … the last three weeks had been … in a way, amazing. She had a doting boyfriend, a circle of friends, few responsibilities, and all the mind-blowing sex she could ever want … she caught herself grinning at that thought … shoot, what would it be like if she had to stay this way? Would it really be all bad? ------------------------------ As soon as the elevator doors opened, I had my phone out searching for more than one bar … I got close to the window and got a decent signal, calling up the security app as quickly as I could, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for the feed to load. Finally. I scrolled across the four outside cameras … all appeared to be clear, no cars on the street or driveway, no alarms had gone off … and switched to the two inside cameras just to be sure. I saw Becky walking in the hallway – probably just going to use the bathroom or returning from it. She didn’t appear to be in any hurry or stress. Seeing that put my mind at ease. Though that didn’t mean this Bob didn’t know how to find us, only that he wasn’t there yet. I asked if I could talk to the Sergeant for a minute. The officer radio’d and a couple minutes later Sergeant Joe came in from outside. From what I gathered, they were waiting for something – perhaps a wagon to take these four to the county jail maybe? I didn’t ask, but that would have been my guess. “Sergeant Joe?” He grunted. I got the impression he was annoyed and would rather be outside coordinating whatever it was that was happening or about to happen. “Couple things. First, I was wondering … that guy who was tailing Andrew Caulfield and then chased me after I met with him?” He nodded. “Yeah?” “Well … I was wondering if he’s still out there?” “Have we brought him in for questioning, you mean? No.” “Did you find out anything about him?” “Nothing I’m at liberty to say. But we have people looking into it.” “Oh.” Shit, that means at least two people on the loose … “What was the other thing? I don’t have all day.” “Umm … yeah. There’s … only one scientist down there.” “So?” “There were two scientists who built this machine. The one down there is the … like an assistant. The main guy – Bob – is not here. I’m … worried he could be going after Mr. Caulfield, or he could be trying to find me … and the house. Where Becky and Cindy are.” I felt like I had to add that in, he was starting to blow me off. At that last piece, he actually paid attention. “Bob was the mastermind and he’s not here. Melanie confirmed he was definitely there in the bunker on Sunday working on this machine and Andrew confirmed he was definitely at the lab downtown yesterday. But he’s not up here and he’s not down there.” I pointed out the window. “He’s out there somewhere.” “Fine. What do you have for us. Even a last name?” He replied sarcastically. “I’m sure Andrew has a file on the guy, he worked at Advanced Future Tech. Just … if this Bob is out there, and the guy who was tailing Andrew is still out there … “ “Shit.” The urgency was starting to set in. “I … gave Andrew a cell phone the other day, I figured his other lines may be monitored, but he still has to get somewhere private to call back. We talked to him a couple hours ago.” I pulled out my phone, looked up the number and read it off to him as he jotted it down in his notepad. “I’m going to send someone out to go check on him.” “Thank you. I should collect Melanie and get back to the house. I don’t like leaving them alone with all this going on.” “Alright.” He checked his watch. “I’ll run down with you for a minute and see what’s going on down there.” -------------------------------- We got off the elevator and my eyes went searching for Melanie right away. Her eyes perked up and she smiled as I walked over. “Hey. It looks all clear at the house right now, but I think we should get back soon.” She nodded. “Yeah. And I think we should take Keisha with us.” I looked at Keisha, still asleep. “Umm … will they be okay with that? Did you tell them … “ “Yeah. She might not wake up until morning. We were talking while you were gone.” She looked over to where the officers were talking to Sergeant Joe. “I think they’re discussing that right now. Better for her to wake up and we’re there for support, than be under a microscope.” I nodded. “Ok. Also … “ I leaned in so I could talk quietly “Apparently not only is Bob on the loose, remember that guy who was tailing Andrew and then chased me after I met him in the park?” She frowned as she nodded. “He’s still out there too. They’re sending someone to go check on Andrew and make sure he’s safe. Plus they apparently don’t have enough information on Bob to track him down. Andrew’s going to have to give them some details.” I shook my own head in disgust. “Would have been SO much better to just catch him here.” Just as I said that, Melanie looked past me. I turned and saw the Sergeant and the two officers walking over to us. Sergeant Joe said, “We’re going to let you take Keisha back with you. Just promise me you’re going to look after her and no funny business. I … “ He looked back at his officers “… agree it will be a media circus if we take her back to the precinct.” Melanie spoke first, “I think that’s for the best. There are five of us now … that we know of … and we look out for each other. We’ve … dealt with this before.” He sighed. “Fine. But the minute she wakes up, I want to send one of these guys over. Or her partner if he’s … actually he may not be up for it. The paramedics are waiting up top to take him to the hospital.” I nodded. “Okay. I can call you as soon as she stirs. It would be good for her to see one of you anyway. She may panic when she first wakes up … and she won’t recognize any of us. She needs to see someone she knows and who can tell her she’s not in any more danger.” Then bending down to speak quietly to Melanie, I said, “There … is one more thing I have to do before we leave, though.” She looked up at me and then I saw comprehension. “Yeah. What do you need me to do?” “How about distract them for just a minute?” I whispered back. She snorted. “Yeah right.” But then she motioned for the officers to come over and she talked to them, asking questions about Keisha, while I backed off and made my way to the machine. I took a look at the machine, trying not to make it obvious that I was studying it. It took me a couple minutes to figure out where the element was – they had injected it into a polycarbonate cartridge in the laser compartment, where the beam would pass through it. I reached over with my left hand, trying to hide my movements, and slipped it out of the machine and into my pocket. Then I stepped closer and turned to Melanie and said, “Ready, babe? We should get going.” “Yeah, but how are we … “ she thought for a second. “Oh. Umm, you’re going to need to carry Keisha too. Get her first.” So I looked at Keisha for a moment, then back at the officers watching me. Last thing I needed was for them to think I was going to grab a feel or something, but there really wasn’t any way around it, I had to pick her up. So I reached down gently with my finger and thumb and turned her flat onto her back. Then I lifted her head and shoulders with my right hand while I slid my left hand underneath her, then pulled at her shoulders to slide her fully onto my left palm. I took a moment to position her more securely so she wouldn’t slip, and then lifted her up. She was kinda cute in her uniform, though she had a real radio, a real gun – tiny but real – and a real badge. With the audience around me, I dare not stand there and admire her. Sure enough, one of the officers blurted, “You’re just going to carry her like that?” Without even turning my head, I replied, “Not much choice. At least to get her out of here and back upstairs. Either I carry her or one of you do.” At that they backed off and let me carry her. I put my right hand down for Melanie and she climbed in, sat her little tush in my palm and used my thumb to hold on. I lifted my hand back up and then turned towards the elevator. Sergeant Joe followed us. Before I got on the elevator, I turned to the officers. “As soon as she starts to stir, I’ll call Sergeant Joe so he can send someone out to the house. It would be good for her to see someone she knows. She doesn’t know me at all. She’ll have the other four there for support, but she doesn’t know them yet either.” Then we got on the elevator and back upstairs. Before we went outside, it just dawned on me, I couldn’t just walk down the street to my car like this, carrying two women in my hands. Some of these other police officers may know what happened to Keisha, but given the paramedics were waiting for the other guy to be brought up, I suspected they were trying to keep this aspect of the case quiet for now. No doubt the whole neighborhood would be swarming with reporters if the word leaked out. So I turned to Melanie and said, “Babe, umm … I might need to hide both of you before we go outside.” She snorted. “Ya think? It’s all right. It’ll be a little cramped in there but we’ll manage. Go ahead.” “Okay.” So I lowered my right hand down to the big inside pocket of my hoodie and let Melanie slide down into it. Then I carefully moved Keisha from my left hand to my right and then lowered her into the big pocket, Melanie grabbing her legs and easing her down. I was standing right at the door, my back to the others. I wonder what they’d think if they saw me sticking both women in the inside pocket of my hoodie. They’d stop me for sure. So no need to make a spectacle of it. I got that done, zipped the hoodie part way and then proceeded out the door. Yes I had a bulge on one side, but this was better than walking with them out in the open. I put my hands in my pockets and tried to look nonchalant as I walked down the drive and then out the gated entrance, though it was hard as I could feel them with my hand through the layer of fabric between the two pockets. I could tell which one was Melanie as I felt her squirming, though I knew that was her getting comfortable in the cramped space and not a reaction to my brushing her with my hand. She was used to the latter and insisted in the past that it didn’t bother her in the least. Though I could also feel Keisha’s body through the thin fabric. Melanie I could probably feel up through the fabric and the most she’d do is tease me about it. Keisha I didn’t know at all and I’d feel guilty like I was taking advantage of her, even if it was inadvertent. So I purposely tried to keep my hand still. Though admittedly it wasn’t easy. Once we made it to the car and I climbed in, I unzipped the hoodie and helped Melanie out. I always enjoyed watching her climb over my lap on all fours, her tush in the air, then over the center console and into the passenger seat. As she got herself comfortable, I reached in and gently lifted Keisha out, laying her on the seat next to Melanie so she could keep an eye on her. She looked up at me and smirked as I pulled my hand away. “I could tell you were trying to be a gentleman.” “It was that obvious?” She snorted. “Yeah. I think it’s cute.” I glared at her. “I’m cute? Honey, I’m a guy. Guys aren’t supposed to be cute.” She laughed. “Okay. But you know what I mean. You’re going to have to touch her at some point, it’s kinda unavoidable. But I’m sure she’ll appreciate knowing you didn’t intentionally feel her up.” I groaned. “She doesn’t know me at all. I’m worried she’s going to wake up and think we kidnapped her, or that I’m in on this whole scheme. That’s why I told Sergeant Joe I’d call him right away, maybe he can send someone to the house to help talk to her. Maria … already knew us, she knew we weren’t … you know. She knew us. Keisha has never seen me in her life.” Melanie thought on that for a moment. “True. But you have us. We’ll work on her. She should listen to us, we’re in the same boat. If anyone can understand what she’s going through, it’s the four of us.” ------------------------------ Back at the house, I shut off the engine and waited for the garage door to come down, then gently scooped up my charges, one in each hand, and went back into the house. Everything looked quiet for now, though that could change at any time and we had to be ready. Once they heard us coming in, they started pouring into the kitchen, the soft sound of tiny feet on the tile as they came closer and then looked up in surprise. “OH. Yeah. Ladies, umm … this is Keisha. She’s a police officer. They subdued her and shrunk her at the mansion. The second machine is working. Or … was working.” Melanie looked at me. “I forgot to ask. You disabled it?” I smirked. “You could say that. I removed the element that came from the meteorite. Without that they can’t bend the light properly. So the machine’s useless without it.” She snorted. “I guess that’ll work.” Cindy looked up at us, straining her neck. She was standing right in front of me. “So … if the machine won’t work … “ I replied, “I’m going to work on the other machine, in the lab. As soon as your husband is safe and we know the lab is safe.” She breathed a sigh of relief. Now we had to figure out what to do with Keisha. I didn’t think dressing her in a smock and tucking her in on the bed would be the best idea. Maybe in the future if she was comfortable with that, but not when she first wakes up. She’ll be in enough of a panic. I wasn’t even sure if we should take her out of her police uniform or not. Though I figured I should at least take the gun and put it someplace out of reach. It may be tiny but it probably still worked – and that thing could probably take out an eye - or worse. A woman in a panic with a gun, not a good combination. So after setting Melanie down on the floor and letting her start to fill in the others on what happened, I turned Keisha on her side in my hand and very gently opened up her holster and removed the tiny gun, setting it up on the counter where none of them could reach it. I turned her over in my hand, checking for any other weapons that she might reach for in her panicked state. Though it was hard to ignore her breasts pressing against the fingers of my left hand, while I held her tush between my right finger and thumb. Yes, part of me was curious what she looked like under that uniform. Though another part of me pointed out how bad that would look, standing here and fondling an unconscious woman with four other women standing at my feet. Common sense prevailed and I turned her back over and then turned to look at the others so we could figure out what to do with her – could she make it until morning or did we need force feed her water or something. A memory of what I had to do with Maria came to mind, though with Maria at the time, we only knew that Melanie had been out for 3 days and we were afraid Maria would be out for several days. Maybe she could make it overnight? Maybe? And then where was she was going to sleep tonight? Again, laying in my bed would not be a good idea. And leaving her alone in another room might not be a good idea. But I left it to the women to decide and they stood and discussed it amongst themselves. She needed to be in a safe place, with someone else around – and not me. Someone her own size would be less of a shock. If she was anything like Maria, she’d be panicked – probably more-so, given she would be waking in a strange place with a house full of strangers. They finally voted to keep her in the office and asked me to set up a large towel as a blanket for her to rest and set up bedding for the others, they decided they should all be close by if she woke up. They could call me in but figured it might be safer with just people her own size around. I wasn’t so sure about that, I remembered with Maria that it took me pinning her down with my hand until she regained control and we could talk to her. I convinced them to compromise and move to the bedroom instead, even if they set up in the far corner, at least I’d be closer if something happened. Yes she might freak seeing a giant, but she also might freak and start fighting everyone else. I could easily subdue her – gently – long enough for us to talk her down off the cliff, and I didn’t want the others getting hurt. I had no doubt this woman knew how to fight. So I went about setting that up, and then making dinner for everyone. Geez, I was running out of chairs. While the oven was heating up I dug around in the garage and found some spare wood, sawed off and smoothed the edges, and used a couple smaller blocks as legs, gluing them on. Overly simple, but at least a bench would accommodate more than one person if necessary. I really hoped five was it and that there weren’t others somewhere … it seemed like we’d hopefully caught them just in time, if they got the machine running last night or earlier today, but I didn’t know for sure. At least with the machine on Level 7, anyone they shrunk they’d have to have gotten into the building and up to that floor first, so with that visibility you’d think that would limit how many victims … and we knew the machine at the mansion wasn’t operational before yesterday. But still, that didn’t rule out the possibility more victims were out there. |
1693115206 | melanie43 | I had a nagging concern that we didn’t know for sure there were only five victims. As the others ate dinner – everyone except Keisha of course, who was still unconscious and tucked into ‘bed’ (basically a folded towel on the floor in the corner of the bedroom, with one end folded over a couple times to make a pillow), I dialed Sergeant Joe. I asked him first if he could hold onto any lab notebooks that they located either in the bunker or elsewhere in the mansion. I had the one notebook I’d taken from Level 7, the one that included information about Melanie’s initial shrinking and the tests they performed on her while she was out (I still shuddered at the thought, that these jerks had her naked and unconscious for three days … the same jerks that abused Cindy and Becky for months). I explained that those notebooks could help me with the reversal (I doubted it, but given his niece was a victim I thought it would help to mention) and also help us discover whether there were any more victims we didn’t know about yet. We’d suspected Becky was first and Melanie second, but only because of the way they were identified in the notebook I had with me. While I doubted Maria was mentioned in the notebooks at all – and Keisha of course wouldn’t be – as both were unplanned – I’d be surprised if Cindy was the only other victim in almost two months’ time. While these ‘scientists’ may have had the obstacle of getting their victims to Level 7 (at least prior to last night or today), they didn’t seem the type to just sit around for two months. Another thought came to me while we were talking. “Also while they’re searching the place, have them look for not just shrunken people, but shrunken items or animals. They could be anywhere – in a drawer, a cage, a box in a closet or cabinet.” “What makes you think there’s going to be something?” “I’m … not certain, it’s likely they would have tested the machine on something else before shrinking someone, though they might have been rushed today. And for all we know, they could have had a hostage waiting to test it on as soon as they got it up and running, before your team even got there.” He groaned. “Fine. Will be in touch.” He hung up without a goodbye. Probably annoyed that I was putting more work in his lap, but what if my suspicions were right? What if there were animals – or even a person – somewhere in the mansion or the bunker, too small for them to have noticed? I doubted they were looking for anyone that wasn’t normal size. This would take some searching, room by room and drawer by drawer. Yeah, it was a lot of work, but it was necessary. After that call, I went back to gather up the ladies and get them ready for bed … and myself as well. It was another crazy day. Not as stressful as the last few, and I’d spent the whole morning doing manual labor and wiring circuits rather than running and chasing and rescuing people, but the idea that this Bob – and the guy who chased me Monday – and maybe others were still out there, was stressful in itself. We were out in the open, as it were, no longer hiding in the shadows trying to stay off their radar. Now we had a bullseye on our back. It was tempting despite all that, to fool around with the girls – for whatever reason, they seemed very open to getting into sexual mischief at every opportunity – though the episode a few hours ago had been pretty intense. So for now I just worked on getting them settled. Melanie felt she should sleep on the floor so she’d be close by if Keisha woke up, and Cindy volunteered herself and Becky to stay with her. Leaving Maria to join me in bed, if she wanted to. I laid out hand towels, folding them to make three more sleeping bags, with the excess towel folded up to make a pillow, and let them climb in. I was getting pretty adept at making beds out of hand towels, I’d gotten a lot of practice the last few days. I bent down and gave Melanie a good night kiss on the head, and then turned to Maria. “Ready?” She smirked and lifted her arms. “Ready.” I reached down and wrapped my fingers around her, lifting her up as I stood, and then I gave her a kiss and set her down on the bed, while I finished getting undressed and climbed in next to her. I kinda figured she’d be tired enough to want to wind down and get some sleep like the others, but … nope. After I climbed into bed and lay back on the pillow and turned off the bedside light, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Maria stood up, a trickle of light from the hallway reflecting off her little gown. She lifted the gown up over her head, tossed it down on her pillow, and then climbed under the sheet. I continued watching with amusement at the lump that moved towards the foot of the bed, curious what on earth she was up to. The lump disappeared, and then a minute later I felt something brush against my inner thigh. Suppressing my urge to reach my hand down there or lift up the sheet, I just lay back and closed my eyes, though I knew she was up to something mischievous. A few moments later, I felt her crawling up the leg of my boxers and then pulling herself up, her hands and then her feet brushing against my manhood. It started to perk up from the attention, though instead of doing something to satisfy it, I felt her stretch out and then curl herself up and get comfortable. Sheesh, was she planning to sleep down there? With a soft snort I realized that’s exactly what she was doing. She was going to sleep snuggled up inside my boxers. I gave her a few minutes to see if she did anything else, but no, she wasn’t moving. I did pull back the sheets, worried the poor girl was going to suffocate down there. It did look like she’d kicked open the fly to get some air, but she at least appeared to be sound asleep now. I reached my hand down there and gently felt her through the thin fabric of my boxers, and left my hand there for a few moments,, lazily stroking her little bottom as she slept. Then I slipped my thumb under the waistband and lifted it up. It was adorable (can a guy say that?) seeing her sleeping peacefully, snuggled up against the base of my cock, her knees brushing against it and her feet touching my groin. I reached inside and draped my hand over her like a blanket, and to my surprise she purred softly, pulled on my index finger to her chest and wrapped an arm around it, and then settled back into her sleep. Well, I suppose I could leave my hand there, it’s not like the others could see what I was doing from down there on the floor – and they were dozing off anyway. My index finger nestled against her breast and I could just barely feel her tiny nipple against it. My thumb rested on her shoulder, while I let my other fingers drape over her, my pinky resting on her ass. It was just a little tempting to try wiggling that finger between her legs, but I didn’t want to wake her, so I settled for just stroking her tush for a few minutes and then trying to get some sleep, though careful not to roll over. It was at some point later, probably after midnight, when my phone started buzzing. I was half asleep and half awake, just alert enough to catch it. I started to get up quickly, then suddenly realized why I was laying with my hand in my pants. Sheesh. I kept my hand there, holding Maria in place so she wouldn’t fall, as I quickly and quietly swung my legs to the floor, grabbed the phone and hurried out the door, pressing the answer button with my left hand as I stepped into the office, nudging the door closed with my shoulder. It was Sergeant Joe. “Yeah?” “Andrew is missing.” That was like a jolt of caffeine. “Missing?” “No sign of him at work or at his house. His car is still at the office but he’s not there. I want you to confirm that number you gave me.” I mumbled, “Okay, just a sec.” I thumbed through the contacts list and then read it back to him slowly. “That’s the number I’ve got. You’re certain that’s the right one?” “Definitely. I talked to him at that number … umm, I guess yesterday afternoon.” “It’s reading out of service now.” “Shit.” “Any ideas?” “Umm … “ At that moment Maria started to wake up and stretch her arms, at first cuddling with my hand and then seeming to realize we weren’t in bed anymore. She started squirming her way up, sticking her head and shoulders above my waistband, and looked up at me. “Who’s that?” I looked down at her. “It’s Sergeant Joe. He says Andrew is missing.” “Missing?” “Yeah. The phone isn’t working. I’m worried that Bob went after him.” She just looked at me for a moment. “Bob?” “Yeah.” “Hmm … have you tried that tracker on his car?” I looked back at her, dumbfounded for a moment. “Maria, you’re a genius.” Then I spoke back into the phone. “I … think we may have an idea. Just a sec.” I moved carefully, with Maria basically clinging to my stomach, the waistband of my boxes holding her in place, her feet still dangling against my crotch. I set the phone down, putting it on speaker, and started calling up the tracker app on my desktop computer. “What’s going on?” he grumbled. “Umm … okay. How we traced this Bob back to the mansion to begin with? I managed to stick a GPS tracker on his bumper.” “You WHAT?” he growled. “I … the day after I broke Maria and Melanie out of Level 7 … where Bob and his assistant were holding them captive by the way … we had a suspicion that they might show up at Melanie’s brother and sister’s house. That’s … who they placed her with after their experiments … and where I rescued her from after they both abused her for a month. But … anyway … we had a suspicion they might show up there first, and they did … so I stuck a tracker on his bumper while he was there, and it led us to the mansion.” I was still fumbling with the app while I talked. “I’m checking now to see if I can locate him.” “Geez. You realize you’re confessing to a misdemeanor?” I sighed. “I had to do SOMETHING. If I hadn’t, we would never have found the mansion, and Cindy and Becky would still be captives, in danger of being killed or sold off once they didn’t need Andrew anymore.” He grumbled, “Fine. Just don’t be doing anything like that again without talking to me first. Now … do you have anything for me?” “Umm … yeah. I … have a signal … just tracing it on the map now … okay. OH … “ “WHAT?” “Uh, this may sound a little cliché’ … but Bob’s car is in the warehouse district.” I gave him the address slowly so he could write it down. “Alright. I’ll have someone check it out. And … if there are any other surprises I should know about … “ “Yeah. Only one that I can think of.” “Of course. What’s that?” he sighed. “We believe the machine over at Advanced Future Tech has been sabotaged. Melanie overheard them talk about a bomb that would take out Andrew and the rest of the evidence. So I’d asked Andrew to keep the place secure and not let anyone in that lab … but if he’s gone missing … “ “Yeah. Stay by the phone in case I need you again” he said in his gravelly voice. “Okay” I replied. And just like that he hung up. I looked down at Maria. “You’re one smart cookie, you know? Even if you did take up residence in my shorts.” She snorted. “Been wanting to try that for a while.” I smirked at her. She was looking up at me with her arms folded, her chin on her arms, her breasts pressing against my abdomen and the waistband running across her back. “You know you can do that whenever, I just worry about rolling over and squishing you.” She laughed. “You won’t squish me. But I feel funny doing it with Melanie right there, like I’m leaving her out of it. So since the opportunity, um, presented itself … “ “And speaking of opportunities … “ I said as I brought my hand down, wrapping my fingers around her, and lifted her up out of my shorts. She nibbled on her lower lip. “Well, seeing as I was, um, trespassing, I suppose you should punish me.” She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, she must have learned that trick from Melanie. I grinned. “Oh, you naughty girl. Yes, I think you deserve a spanking.” At that I rolled her over onto my other hand, chest down, ass up, and then raised two fingers and gently swatted her on the bottom. Not enough to hurt, of course. She smirked. “I’ve been naughtier than that, don’t I deserve more?” Geez, she was actually getting into this. So I whispered, “Are you sure?” “Spank me, big boy!” At that, I tried a little harder, it was hard to judge, but I brought my two fingers down onto her ass hard enough to make a sound. She glanced up at me and said “I know you’re trying to be gentle, but c’mon!” So against my better judgement, I snapped my finger against her ass like I was kicking a field goal in tabletop football. I heard the smack against her cheeks that time. “Ooh!” I did it again and she grunted. Then a couple more times. Her ass cheeks were starting to turn a little pink, so I stopped and gently rubbed them, and then brought them up to my lips and kissed them. She parted her legs a little, and at the invitation I slid the tip of my tongue over her ass and then down between her legs. She was already a little wet down there. Huh, I had no idea she was into this stuff. Or maybe it was something she’d just always wanted to try, like curling up to sleep in my shorts. Either way, she was horny tonight. I gently massaged her from behind with the tip of my tongue, tasting her juices as I caressed her lips. They parted for me and I worked the tip in further, teasing her tiny hole with my tongue. It didn’t take much to bring her the rest of the way, and soon she was pressing her ass against my lips, grinding her pussy against the tip of my tongue, and groaning in my hand, just before I felt her shudder and climax for me. I could tell she was trying not to scream and wake up the others, though it was hard. I gave her a few moments to come down from her first high before I gave her a second, my tongue attacking her clit as I quickly drove her over the edge again. I slowly slid my tongue away and then softly kissed her bottom cheeks before I gently turned her over onto her back in my other hand. I enjoyed seeing the sheen of sweat on her flushed little body as she lay back and relaxed, a contented silly grin on her face. I lifted her up again and kissed her on the stomach, and she leaned up and kissed me back on the nose. “You know we should still be careful with your leg.” I turned my hand to the side a bit to take a look at where the gash was on the outside of her upper left leg. The bandage was still in place, and to my relief I didn’t see any active bleeding from the wound seeping through. Nevertheless, the last thing we needed was for her to pull those stitches open. There would already be a scar there once it fully healed, but it hadn’t even been a week. It needed more time to heal. “Yeah, I know” she sighed, “but a girl has needs.” She just lay back and gazed at me. After that I turned my phone back to vibrate and stood up, planning to head back to bed and get a little sleep. I nudged the office door open and padded silently down the hall and back to the bedroom, climbing back into bed as quietly as I could, still holding Maria in my right hand. I got myself settled, which took a little longer using just my left hand for balance, and then before I lay my head back on the pillow, I brought Maria up to my lips again and kissed her, whispering, “Let’s get some sleep” and then I lowered her back down, lifting the waistband of my shorts with my left hand as I lay Maria gently inside my boxers. I heard her snort softly, and then she squirmed and stretched and got herself comfortable in a similar position to before my phone buzzed. I waited for her to get settled and then I lay my hand over her like a blanket as she drifted back off to sleep. I tried myself but with so much running through my head, it took a while before I finally dozed off. -------------------------------------- It was a few hours later when my buzzing phone jarred me awake. I glanced at the clock. Shit, barely 5am. Well, somebody was getting less sleep than me, I supposed. I started to get up again and realized Maria was still dozing in my shorts. I snorted, held her in place with one hand while I picked up the phone and as quickly and quietly as I could, swung my legs to the floor and padded out into the hallway. The sense of deja-vu struck me even before I realized it was Sergeant Joe calling again. Damn. I answered the call with my thumb as I darted into the office again, nudging the door shut. “Umm … yeah?” “Don’t sound so excited to hear from me” he grumbled. “Sorry. I dozed off.” “Well are you awake now?” “Yeah.” “Alright. Anyway, we followed your tip. And don’t be telling anyone else that you put a tracker on someone’s car, alright? I’m treating this as an anonymous tip. Anyways, we found Andrew. He’s barely conscious. We found him tied to a chair, it looks like he was being interrogated. We’re trying to talk to him now, the paramedics are on the way.” “Holy shit.” “Reason I’m calling. I assume this Bob person that’s on the loose was here, since it was his car that you … anyway, Andrew did tell us there were at least four guys here, before he passed out again. They all split. We found a car around the corner and we’re checking the registration now, but no sign of the four. So they’re on the loose. We don’t know what they found out from Andrew, but you need to make sure the women are safe. If something happens to Becky, it’s on you. You keep her safe.” “I … I will.” “Good. If you see or hear anything you call me.” “Okay.” At that he hung up again. Geez. Barely past 5am, not much sleep. The girls would be waking up in 2 or 3 hours expecting me to make them breakfast. Then before I could get up, I realized Maria was stirring, peeking her head out through my elastic waistband again. “What was that?” she mumbled. “Just Sergeant Joe again. Hey, we should get back to bed. We both need some sleep.” She yawned. “Okay.” She tucked herself back into my shorts, trusting me to hold her in place as I made my way back to bed. I was amazed how she could sleep through all that. As for myself, my head was running again. So there were more than just the two guys there – meaning there were other security guards besides the two they arrested at the mansion, or this was a bigger criminal organization than it looked like at first glance. It also meant that they were still out there – and clearly looking for revenge, given how they’d kidnapped Andrew and beat him up for information. Andrew didn’t know our address, but he had my phone number – and a description – and maybe more. How long would it take for them to connect the pieces and come after us here at the house? I never got back to sleep. |
1693115209 | melanie44 | Maybe an hour after I’d laid back down – still unable to get to sleep – I heard a shriek. The others must have heard it too, given they all seemed to jump up. Even Maria sat up and peeked her head through the fly of my boxers to see what the commotion was. But I already knew. Keisha was waking up from her shrinking-induced coma. I looked down at my shorts as Maria turned to look at me. She seemed to figure it out as well, and proceeded to climb her way out through the fly. I reached down to help her up, kissed her good morning on the stomach, and set her down on the bed so she could find her gown. As she did that, I sat up and looked down at the floor, where Keisha was getting up – or trying to, as it looked like she tried to stand up and fell over, her legs were probably still waking up despite her brain being on full alert. I saw Melanie standing up and motioning to her, both hands out as she tried to calm her down. Then Keisha looked up and saw me and screamed, reaching for her gun that wasn’t there. I was glad I’d taken it out of the holster and put it up on the counter, or someone could have been seriously hurt just now. “Please just calm down and let us explain!” Melanie said emphatically. “What the fuck is going on? Who the hell are you people? Where am I?” I butted in, “I’ll call Sergeant Joe in just a minute. He knows you’re here. You’re SAFE here. Just let them explain. Please.” Her eyes looked wild, and she was backed into a corner – or at least the bedroom wall - but at least she didn’t start punching her way out. “We did NOT do this to you” I said. She looked up at me, her eyes wide. “We’re trying to help. Think of this as a safe house.” She didn’t say anything, but at least she didn’t look like she was going to jump. “Where am I?” “This … is our house … they thought it would be safer here than at the precinct. With the … reporters and all.” I motioned with my hand and she looked down at herself with disgust, back up at me and then let out a breath. “Let me explain. This is Melanie,” I motioned to her and she nodded, “my girlfriend. They did this to her two months ago. And Cindy and Becky here, we just rescued from that bunker over the weekend. Becky was shrunk … what, maybe three months ago?” She turned to me and nodded. “And Cindy is the wife of Andrew Caulfield. They were held down there in order to blackmail him, until they could finish their experiments over at Advanced Future Technologies, and apparently while they built a second machine in that bunker.” She just looked at me for a minute, looked at the three women in turn, and then uttered, “Shit. Well … where’s my partner?” “He … was knocked out, probably has a concussion. The paramedics were there when the Sergeant called us to come over. It sounds like he’ll be okay. They called us in so that Melanie could be there to help you when you woke up, but they didn’t realize, this shrinking process, apparently it takes a while for the body to recover from it. Maria … OH, sorry, this is Maria, Melanie’s best friend and one of my closest friends.” Maria came out to the edge of the bed and into sight of the others, to my relief she’d donned her gown, though I’m sure as I thought about it, Keisha seeing her up here ‘in bed with me’ was bound to lead to some uncomfortable questions. Keisha was still an outsider to our little group. “Anyway, Maria was out cold until the next morning too. They probably thought you’d come-to shortly after the others.” “Others?” she asked, her eyes darting back and forth between Maria and I and the others. “Umm … you’re the only one they shrunk yesterday, that we know of … and they were trying to use you as a hostage. Apparently your team used some kind of gas to knock everyone out and then storm the place. So they have 4 people in custody, but there are others still on the loose. They thought it would be safer bringing you back here while we work on how to fix this.” She looked at me incredulously. “FIX this?” Melanie piped up at that point. “Yeah, fix this. My boyfriend is a fucking genius, he’s the one who figured out what was going on, the one who traced them to the mansion, the one who rescued all of us here, and he knows all this science stuff, how it works, and he’s working on figuring out how to reverse it.” Now she looked at me with a little suspicion, but at least she wasn’t shouting. And to be honest, it felt good having my girl stand up for me, even if standing up was halfway to my knee. “I can explain more later. I told the Sergeant I’d let him know when you came to. There’s a lot going on, he’s been up all night.” Becky and Cindy looked like they both wanted to ask me something. “Yeah, there’s more to tell, a lot has happened overnight. But first … do one of you want to take our guest to get cleaned up and then maybe I can make us some breakfast?” Then as I thought for a second, I added, “Actually, how about Melanie and Maria, can you two show her around and all, I need to talk to Cindy and Becky just for a minute.” Melanie looked at me, a little quizzically, but then nodded. I turned to Maria and she said, “A little help?” “Sure thing” I replied, as I reached for her, scooped her up and gently set her down on the floor. Keisha just watched, wide eyed, as Maria sat happily in my palm, smiling at me as my giant hand deposited her right in front of Keisha. Maria saw Keisha’s expression and said, “At our size we … need a little help sometimes. But we’re all friends here. He’s never going to hurt you.” At that, Melanie and Maria ushered Keisha out the door and towards the bathroom. They had the gondola there, so they could get up to the sink without my help. Cindy and Becky waited at the foot of the bed, concern on their faces. I asked if they’d like to come up on the bed for a minute, they both nodded and let me lift them up onto the bed. It was a little more comfortable, for me anyway. Cindy spoke first. “What’s … did something happen?” I nodded. Becky started tearing up. “It’s dad, isn’t it. Something happened to dad?” “He’s going to be okay” I blurted out, trying to keep them from losing control. “I talked to your uncle not even two hours ago. Those goons I guess were trying to get information out of him.” Becky started crying, I put my hand out to try to comfort her and she sniffed, “Hold me?” I nodded and lifted her up, holding her to my chest as she sobbed. Cindy was starting to tear up a little too, so I switched hands, holding Becky to my chest with my left while I reached for Cindy with my right. She lifted her arms, the sign that it was okay for me to pick her up, and I brought her up to my chest too, and held them there for a few moments. They both seemed to calm down a little. Cindy tilted her head up and asked “What all happened?” I explained what Sergeant Joe told me, the first call about how he was missing and how we traced him to a warehouse, and then how they found him, beaten up, but the goons had taken off already. I reassured her that they were taking him to the hospital and I was certain he was going to be okay. “I’ll call the Sergeant soon. I need to tell him Keisha is awake. I’ll see if he can give me an update on Andrew, how he’s doing and where he’s at. I know they were trying to ask him questions. Andrew did say there were four guys there. So … I don’t know who the others are, I know Bob and the guy who was trailing Andrew are both still on the loose.” Cindy thought for a moment. “Uh … just wondering, how many people did you say they found at the mansion?” “Umm … four. The guy who was working with Bob … two security guards … and some guy they found in the building who they think may be one of the people behind the scenes. I’m guessing they’ll be questioning him about the whole operation.” She narrowed her eyes. “Only two guards?” OH. I started to sense where she was going with this. “Yeah. How many should there be?” “I remember at least four, at least the ones that came down to the … bunker. I’d think the ones they let go down there would be in on the scheme, especially if they saw us … and every one of them would come over to ogle us – or more - whenever they thought they could get away with it.” Becky lifted her head back. Her eyes were a little puffy but she was calming down. “Yeah, I can think of four … “ “Okay. So I need to tell the Sergeant when I call. I’m sure he’ll want to know. And … I imagine either of you could identify them, right?” Cindy’s eyes got wide. “From a picture” I blurted, “no, not from a lineup at the police station! No, I don’t think anyone’s going to make you do that! At least not … umm .. like this. Maybe after we get this fixed and you can walk in on your own.” She sighed. “Okay. I really don’t want to ever see them again, but if identifying the picture helps get them locked up, I … think I can do that.” “Alright. Now … do you two want to get cleaned up and I’ll make breakfast?” Becky muttered, “Okay, just give me a minute.” At that she wiggled her arms free and then wrapped them around my chest – as much as she could stretch anyway – as if to give me a big hug. I gave her a moment and then I lifted her up to my face and gave her a kiss on the stomach. She kissed me back on the nose. Then I got up slowly and carried them with me to the bathroom. Before I got too close, knowing we had a new guest, I called out, “Is it safe to come in?” I heard Melanie call back, “Sure, come on in Honey!” So I stepped into the doorway, carrying Cindy and Becky, just in time to see Keisha shriek and grab a tissue to cover up. I quickly turned my head away. “Oh. OH. Sorry! Umm … Babe! You said to come on in!” She and Maria were snickering. I turned my head just enough to set Cindy and Becky down gently onto the counter, and then I started to leave. Before I did though, I spoke again, but with my hand over my eyes. “I’m sorry … Keisha … the ladies tricked me. I promise I didn’t see anything.” Keisha snorted. “Seriously? Girl, you were right about him.” I heard Melanie reply, “Told you. The first time after he rescued me, he gave me the bathroom to myself and even knocked to ask if it was okay to come in. He’s been like that for all of us the first time, but we tease him anyway. He’s too nice.” As I stepped into the hallway, I said, “You guys take your time, I’ll start making breakfast. I need to call Sergeant Joe and let him know Keisha is awake … and I’ll ask him about Andrew.” I could hear them start to talk once I left, probably grilling Cindy and Becky for information about what I had to talk to them about. --------------- In the kitchen I started working on something simple, a cheese omelet (though I suppose no meal is truly simple when it comes to tiny women eating with forks the size of a Q-tip and mouths the size of a pen cap.) At least it’s simple enough to make one omelet, cut it up in one inch squares and melt a tiny piece of cheese on top. As I did I put my phone on speaker and dialed Sergeant Joe. He sounded gripey, though I might be too if I had to work all through the night. “I wanted to let you know Officer Keisha is awake. The others are helping her get cleaned up while I make breakfast.” “Is she going to be fine there for a while?” “Yeah, I suppose so.” “I don’t see getting over there until this afternoon. You can just tell her I’ll talk to her then.” “Okay, I can do that. Oh … and Andrew. Cindy and Becky are going to want to know.” He groaned. “He’s at the hospital now. In ICU. He took a beating, was out cold when the paramedics showed up. They say he’ll recover but he’s going to be in the hospital for a while. Concussion, broken ribs, several knife wounds, a punctured lung. They’re taking him to surgery this afternoon, but he’s stable. Just tell them he’s going to be okay. But I guess they’ll be stuck with you for a while.” “That’s fine. As long as they need. But there’s one more thing.” He huffed. “What’s that?” “There were two security guards at the mansion last night.” “Yeah.” “Cindy says there were at least four, that she could probably identify if she saw them. Four that were coming down to that bunker and messing around while they were in the cage.” “Shit” he spat. “Just keep an eye out and make sure you keep them safe. These jerks are running around and … “ “… and they might be looking for us.” He sighed. “Yeah. Just call if you see any sign of them. Don’t do something stupid. They’re dangerous.” “Alright.” He hung up as soon as the words left my mouth. Probably going to take a nap. I could use one myself, but I had 5 mouths to feed first. -------------------------- Having breakfast ready, I headed towards the bathroom to collect my hungry troupe, but knocked on the door frame first, asking if it was safe to come in. Not necessarily expecting an honest answer, but at least I wanted to show Keisha that I meant well. She could very well be here for a little while herself, and I didn’t want to start things off badly like that. If she decided she was comfortable lounging around and flaunting herself like the others, believe me I had absolutely no problem with that, but just forcing my way in and catching her off guard would start us on the wrong foot. “Come in!” called Melanie. I peeked my head around the corner and saw that all five of them were dressed. My first thought oddly enough was that I was running out of tiny clothes, I’d have to start doing laundry every day, at least until I could get some more clothes. There just hadn’t been time. I was grateful Maria picked up as many outfits as she did. But those clothes were so tiny, I was washing them in the kitchen sink and then drying them with a hair dryer on low. It was a little tedious. Anyway, shaking myself out of the tangent I drifted on, my next thought as I took them all in, was that they were all sexy in those little outfits. Even Keisha, who’d changed into the blouse and velcro skirt that the others seemed to prefer, as they were apparently comfortable, easy to get on – and easy to get off. Though a part of me wondered if any of them warned Keisha how easy it was for me to get a peek at what was under that skirt, given they were all going commando. Ah, there my mind was off on a tangent again. I reached over and grabbed the basket, still sitting on the toilet tank where I’d parked it last time. I held it on the edge of the counter. “Ladies, your chariot.” The girls started to move, climbing in and sitting down, except for Keisha. She just stood there and looked at the thing and then at me, hands on her hips, unsure what to do. I looked back at her. “I know it’s not ideal, but it’s better than me carrying everyone individually. For you guys it’s like a city block to get to the kitchen and then you’ll need help up to the table anyway. I literally just came up with the elevator here in the last day or two. I haven’t had a chance to do something anywhere else in the house.” She huffed. “Fine.” And then proceeded to climb on board, the others scooting over to make room for her. I lifted the basket gently away, just barely resisting the sudden urge to hold it right up to my face and check them all out while they were a captive audience. I snorted to myself. Damn, with everything else going on right now, why was I so horny this morning? In the kitchen, I set the basket down on the table and let the girls file out and grab seats, while I started doling out cheese omelets and then tiny cups of orange juice. I realized there were barely enough forks, I’d have to wash them every time between meals. If the girls were going to be here a little while, I had to get more of pretty much everything, and like asap, or I’d find myself doing laundry and dishes all day long, instead of trying to solve the problem at hand. And the longer it took to solve that problem, the longer I’d have them all here to feed and clothe every day. A vicious cycle. Yeah, right after breakfast I was going to have to order some rush items. As they settled in and I sat down to eat the rest of the food on my own big plate – which at least could go in the dishwasher, thank goodness – we got to talking. I filled everyone in on the latest with Andrew – the others seemed to have gotten the earlier story from either Cindy or Becky already – as well as my concerns about the four that were on the loose. Now they could be trying to locate us … or they could be scoping out the mansion, hoping to get their machine back, unawares that I’d removed the polycarbonate block containing the alien element. Without that they’d never get it to work. The only other source of the material was presumedly in the remainder of the meteorite that was stored in the vault at Advanced Future Tech. I figured either they’d come for us first, or if the mansion was left with minimal security, they might come for the machine first – and then either come for us or try to break into AFT to steal the meteorite, once they figured out the element was missing. Regardless, we had to be on guard. I told the girls that once they were done eating, could they show Keisha around the house – and make sure she knows how to get to the panic room. She looked at me. “Panic room?” “Yeah. If one of these goons comes here looking for you guys, I’m the only one here that can fight them. Now I’ve got alarms on all the windows and doors, cameras on all four corners of the house, and two cameras inside.” She gave me a funny look at that last remark. “You’ll see why when you check out the panic room. I … built it to protect you guys. If someone breaks in, you should be safe there.” Keisha started to look at me a little differently after that. Thoughtful, perhaps. What did she think, that I was just here enjoying lording over tiny women and having crazy sex? Who knows. But she seemed to look at me differently, now that I’d at least tried to give her some privacy (despite the others’ attempts to the contrary), a decent meal, some clothes, and made an effort to keep them safe. “Okay. You guys show her around, I need to go take a shower myself.” I let them climb into the basket and then I lowered it to the floor, let them all climb out and start going about their day, then I picked up the empty basket and carried it with me to the bathroom. I grabbed a bath towel and proceeded to undress while I had the bedroom to myself for a moment, wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the bathroom to shower and shave. ----------------------- After showering and turning off the water, I pulled the curtain back partway and reached for the hook to grab my towel. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone on the edge of the sink. That wasn’t unusual, though. I kept the door cracked open since this was the only bathroom in the house, I didn’t want the girls to have to wait on me. And we were all used to seeing each other naked by now. But then I took a second glance and realized it was Keisha. “Hi.” she said. She was sitting on the edge of the counter, her legs and bare feet hanging down the side. Apparently she wasn’t too concerned about heights. “Umm … hi. Sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.” I went to pull the curtain back while I tried to finish drying off and wrap the towel around myself. She snorted. “You should probably close the door if you don’t want anyone coming in.” “I … leave it open so they don’t have to wait on me. And besides … they’ve all … “ She snorted again. “Seen you naked?” “Umm … “ “It’s all right. I kinda figured that out from the way they talk.” “Oh.” “And it’s not like I haven’t seen a guy before. It doesn’t bother me. So you may as well just come on out here.” “Umm … okay.” I pulled the curtain back and stepped out, the towel wrapped around my waist. I looked at her and … geez, was she checking me out? Well I’m not exactly buff … I suppose I lean more geek than buff, though I do work out. “Have a seat.” Now I felt like I was about to be interrogated. She must have seen that look on my face. “Just relax. This isn’t an interrogation. I just want to talk.” “Okay.” I folded down the toilet seat so I’d have a place to sit, and then I nudged the bathroom door shut. I had a gut feeling she wanted to talk to me privately. “So. First question. What’s the deal with you and all these women?” “The … deal?” “Yeah. The way they talk, you’re all running around having sex all day. However that works.” She scrunched her nose at the thought. “OH.” I sighed. “It certainly wasn’t in the plans.” She gave me a look. “Seriously. Now Melanie … I’ve known her since long before this happened. In fact she used to work for me as a lab assistant.” Her eyebrows rose. “I … did they explain to you at all what I do for a living?” She shook her head no. “Alright. Maybe three years ago I decided I liked setting my own schedule, working when I want, picking what projects to take, and I found I was really good at figuring out problems that other people couldn’t solve. Engineering, chemistry, computer sciences, whatever. I hired Melanie for her background in biology, when I had clients trying to develop computer brain interfaces. She helped me bridge some gaps I had in my knowledge base and we worked well together. She used to flirt with me all the time, but I was hesitant to get involved with her when I was her boss, even if it was a one person business. So when we solved the world’s problems together and the contract was up, she left to go work for Andrew at Advanced Future Technologies.” She didn’t say anything, but seemed like she was listening, so I continued. “So, Melanie is my girlfriend, they shrunk her two months ago and experimented on her for three days and she basically disappeared. I went to rescue her as soon as she could figure out a way to tell me where she was at. And then Maria … she and Melanie are best friends, they worked together at the lab. In fact it was Maria that found these clothes … “ I motioned to what she was wearing “and Melanie was the one who talked her into … umm … “ Her eyes narrowed. “Let me guess. Sex.” “Umm … yeah. And that was before she was … shrunk. That happened kinda the same way it happened with you. Melanie was adamant that she was going back to that lab – they call it Level 7 – to figure out what happened to her. She convinced both Maria and I to help her. And it ended up with Melanie being captured, Maria subdued and shrunk, and then I had to break in and rescue both of them.” She looked at me for a minute. “You?” “Yeah. You don’t think I could rescue them?” “I can see you running, but weren’t there people guarding them?” “Umm … yeah, I beat up that Bob and his assistant, after I got past the guard outside. Then we had to go out the staircase without setting off the fire alarm, up to the roof and then across a couple more roofs. I was in disguise too, and trying to protect them while climbing and jumping was not …” She stopped me. “Wait. YOU did that?” “There’s a lot our team has done in the last couple weeks.” She snorted. “I figured. So where’s the rest of your team?” “Here. You just had breakfast with them. But they’re two smart cookies, don’t be discounting them just because they’re small.” Her eyes narrowed for a moment, and then went wide. “You’re … serious.” “Yeah. The three of us are a team. We look out for each other. And we’re determined to stop these people and figure out how to reverse what they’ve done.” She looked at me differently after that. Like she suddenly realized I wasn’t just taking advantage of my position to have fun. Duh, I could have told her that, or the others could have. Or we kinda all did and she just didn’t believe it. Frankly I felt a little miffed. I had to remember she’d only been living life as a shrunken woman for a couple hours. But still it rankled. “Alright. But … what about the other two?” “Becky and Cindy?” “Yeah. What’s the deal with them? I can understand now why you and Melanie and Maria are so close, but what about them? And haven’t they only been here for a few days?” “Okay. Yes, Melanie and I just rescued them from the bunker over the weekend. And NO, I haven’t pushed them to do anything. But … they both were in this position for a long while … Becky we think might have been the first human to be shrunk, so it could go back three months or more … and they were both caged and abused for most of that time. My theory is … they were sexualized for so long, they’re desensitized to it. And maybe some of it is they feel grateful for being rescued and this is how they’re comfortable expressing that. But NO, I’ve never asked them to do anything. Frankly, they’ve almost pushed themselves on me.” She snorted. “Yeah, right.” “Seriously. You can ask them both, they’ll admit it. But if a little fooling around is enough to keep them happy … they know I won’t do anything to hurt them. I’m here to watch out for them. And by the way, for the record, I’ve never gone all the way with Cindy. She wasn’t comfortable with it and I wasn’t either. But frankly, between you and me, I do think she gets off on my reaction when she flaunts herself. And that’s okay as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. And by the way, the sooner I can figure out how to solve this, the sooner they can both go back to their lives.” She sat and silently thought about it for a minute, and then replied, “Okay. I believe you. I suppose there are worse things in the world. At least you’re … well, I suspect most guys in your position would turn out to be jerks and have a power trip … and treat them like … pets or something like that. You know? So I guess they’re lucky in that sense that it’s you and not someone else.” “Thank you.” I did appreciate that she seemed to understand the situation a little better, and didn’t think I was some animal in heat stalking his prey. Sheesh. She snorted again. “What?” “I was just thinking … you’ve seen all of them … naked.” I nodded. “And done stuff with all of them.” I nodded. “Except me. I feel like an outsider.” “You don’t have to be. You’re safe here. I’m not going to go make you do anything.” She snorted again and looked away for a moment. “No … but … oh hell. I can’t believe I’m suggesting this.” “What?” “May as well just get it over with. Like ripping off the band-aid.” “What?” “Tell you what.” She scooted back off the edge and stood up. “Stand up and drop the towel.” “Huh?” “Drop it. I’m going to see it eventually, let me check it out.” “O.. kay.” I dropped the towel. “Turn around for me.” I did. Frankly it didn’t bother me, she was right, everyone else had seen me before. As I turned back towards her, I caught her staring at my crotch. “Damn that thing looks huge … from my size anyway.” Now I snorted. “Alright. So let’s just get this over with. I know you want to check me out. So fine.” She proceeded to pull off her blouse and then drop her skirt. I just gazed at her for a moment, almost in shock that she was being this forward. “Okay. So here I am. You want to hold me, go ahead. We don’t got all day.” “I … “ I was stunned for a moment, but then I caught myself. Holding out my hand, I touched her shoulder with my finger, and then slowly wrapped four fingers around her back, my little finger cupping her bottom, and my thumb on her stomach, and I tilted her back as I lifted her up in my hand. Turning, I sat down on the toilet seat and then held her in front of me, gazing at her bare, brown body in my hand. I remarked, “You’re very attractive.” She half snorted, making light of it, but I could feel a part of her was nervous. She closed her eyes and lay back. I looked her over, my eyes drinking her in. She was well proportioned, if I were to guess maybe 5’6 or so, slim but not skinny. Her legs and arms were toned and reminded me a little of Melanie’s. Her breasts were large for her size, like two oversized grapes, With my other hand I traced a finger along her shoulder and arm, feeling that toned muscle between my finger and thumb, and then I brushed one of her breasts. She shivered a little. I traced around it with the tip of my finger, brushing her nipple, eliciting a shiver from her. Then held one between my finger and thumb, giving it a gentle squeeze. I lifted her up to my lips and wrapped my lips around both her breasts, teasing her nipples with the tip of my tongue. I felt them stiffen and she gasped. Then I pulled back a few inches, touched her hard nipples, and then traced my finger between her breasts, down her stomach, and stopped at the little tuft of black hair, the space beyond hidden between her legs. I whispered, “Let me know if you want me to stop.” She moaned and then mumbled, “Hmm?” I took one of her calves between my finger and thumb and began to move it to the side. She uttered, “Mmmmm” and then moved her other leg aside, granting me access. I nudged her legs a little further apart with my finger and she put up no resistance as I gazed on her pouty little lips, gently parting for me. I brought her back up to my lips and kissed her there, eliciting another gasp, and then touched it with the tip of my tongue. I gave it a lick, and she moaned and quivered in my hand. I slid the tip of my tongue gently along her vaginal folds and they parted further, inviting me in. After a few licks, I drove my tongue in, pressing it to her tiny hole. She wailed at that point and I knew there was no turning back. I could taste her for the first time, and knew her climax was close behind. I pinched one of her nipples between my finger and thumb, and she arched her back and gasped again. I continued fondling her nipple as I drove hard with the tip of my tongue until I brought her over the edge, and she wailed and shook in my hand, the fruits of her release pouring onto the tip of my tongue for me to taste. I slowed to just a few gentle licks as she came down from her high, and then I pulled back and just had a look at her, a contented grin on her face and a faint sheen of sweat on her chest. I gave her a few more kisses all over her body as she slowly found her equilibrium and her breathing steadied. She let out a breath. “That was … wow. Intense. So … that’s how it works.” I snorted. “One way, anyway.” “I … can see why they all … umm … look forward to it.” My eyebrows rose a little. “They do?” She laughed a little. “Damn. You know I think all four of them are like in love with you or something. If you’re giving them some of this every day, I … it makes a little more sense now.” “Well, I’m glad I could take your mind off things for a few minutes.” She grinned at me. “I appreciate that. And … I guess now I’m just one of the girls, huh? I have a feeling we’ll be doing this again before it’s all over.” “I’m … sorry it’s not a quick fix. But I’m working on a solution. Really.” “Hey, relax. I know you are. But in the meantime … I can see they trust you. They feel safe here. And you … you seem like a really nice guy. I’m not used to being with a nice guy like you, but I … kinda like it.” She snickered. “I’m not used to letting a nice guy have his way with me.” I kissed her once more and set her gently down on the counter so she could get dressed, while I stood up and went to wrap the towel around myself. I caught her staring at my crotch again. I remarked, “You know, if you want to mess around with it just ask.” She broke her eyes away and looked up at me. “I might just do that.” She licked her lips. I picked up her skirt and said “May I?” and she lifted her arms and let me wrap it around her and fasten it in the back, and then she let me do the same with her blouse. Once she was dressed, she let me pick her up. I opened the bathroom door and gently set her down on the floor in the hallway. As I did, Maria looked at her and then up at me, a knowing smirk on her face. Damn, did she know this was going to happen? I sure didn’t. To think just two hours after she woke up, I figured Keisha would be in a panic, freaking out, in a strange place, surrounded by people she didn’t know. Instead, she seemed … not only accepting of the whole situation, but comfortable enough to be intimate with me already. I just shook my head. It was so unexpected. Well, this was a brief respite, but there was work to be done. |
1693115211 | melanie45 | As soon as I was dressed, I headed back to the kitchen to get some (badly needed) coffee, and then to my office. I really felt like taking a nap though. Shoot, the Sarge had me on the phone at midnight, then on the computer tracing the location of Bob’s car, and then on the phone again at 5am, and then Keisha was up sometime between 6 and 7. Even Maria had gotten more sleep than I had, and I grinned to myself at the memory of her curled up in my shorts and somehow staying asleep even as I had to hold her there while I tiptoed into the office to take the call. The Sarge was probably catching some sleep himself after being up all night, so I should try to take a nap at some point. Who knows what the rest of the day will look like. I jumped on the computer, found the bookmarked site where I’d bought those utensils and chairs and such, and began placing another rush order. I had no idea what we’d need, for all I knew there could be more victims out there and I’d be watching over a dozen by the end of the week. At the very least, even with these five, I knew I wasn’t going to have the reversal solved the minute I walked into that lab. It would take time. And I wasn’t going to dare test it on any of them without some experiments first. So it could be a week or a month. A part of me was going to miss having all these sexy and scantily clad women running around once this was all over. At least I could enjoy it while it lasted. Though the fun came with responsibility. They were all dependent on me for almost everything at the moment. Which brings me back to why I was on the computer trying to rush order more miniature materials for them. Speaking of … I got up and looked around. The office was bare, the girls were all up and about somewhere. I peeked my head out into the hallway looking for Maria and found her milling about in the bedroom with the others, chatting it up. “Hey Maria, can I borrow you for a minute?” She turned and looked up at me. “Just me?” “I need your fashion sense.” I saw eyebrows rising, but nobody had a comment. Except Maria. “Well this should be interesting.” As she stood up I asked, “Would you like a ride?” She snorted. “Of course.” I reached down and lifted her up in my hand, giving her a moment to get herself settled in before I walked back to the office. As I carried her in my hand, I couldn’t resist asking her, “Sleep well?” She laughed. “I actually … kinda enjoyed that. It was more comfortable than you’d think.” Now I snorted. “Yeah, you gave me a semi hard-on all night. And I had to pee but you looked so content down there I didn’t want to disturb you.” She laughed again. “You know, I wouldn’t have minded if you got up and took a piss. Or … if you’d asked me to, I could have helped you along with that, um, hard-on problem.” I just looked at her and smirked. “You’re going to give me another one if you keep that up.” She shivered. “Damn. You know you have a way of making me horny. It’s like I’m in heat lately.” I laughed. “Likewise.” I brought her up to my lips and gave her a kiss. “But first, I really do need your help with something.” She gave me a smirk. “You mean that wasn’t just an excuse to whisk me away?” “Since when do I need an excuse to whisk you away?” She giggled. “Touche’” I set her down on my desk as I began tapping on the keyboard. “Okay. Here’s the deal. We need more clothes. You found some awesome stuff for Melanie, but I don’t think any of us expected we’d be stretching that out for five people. I won’t be able to keep up with the laundry, eventually someone’s going to be stuck running around naked all day.” She snorted. “Like you would mind.” I laughed. “Good point. If you all want to lounge around naked all day long, I have NO problem with that. Believe me. But I’m not sure the others will go for it. Thus … I need to get you all more clothes.” She sighed. “Alright. Though if I can talk the girls into it, we’re going to pick a day and we’ll just spend it lounging around in the buff. As long as you comport, of course. Fair’s fair.” “It’s a deal.” I chuckled. “Now that you’ve got me all worked up here, how about we shop for clothes.” “Okay.” She proceeded to tell me what store she found those at and I searched for it online. They seemed to have a lot of choices. Of course I could only imagine the person packing up this order we were about to place … noticing it was being mailed to a guy. Well, maybe they’d think I had a daughter that was into doll houses or something. Yeah, that sounded plausible at least. So we perused the offerings and she pointed out good ideas. Plenty more skirts, of course, as those seemed to be popular. Once we turned to tops, she got excited at finding simple halter tops. Huh. “Really? You think they’ll like those?” She looked back at me and smirked. “I’m sure they will – no velcro, just stretch it and pull it over. And I know YOU’ll like them.” I played innocent. “Why’s that?” “More skin, silly!” I laughed at that, and then we bought a dozen in different colors. As we continued browsing, we found some oversized shirts that we thought would work well as sleepwear. The few gowns we had were the only items I’d stitched together myself – so they were about as simple as could be. The long shirts would be an upgrade for sure. So I let her pick out several of those. Then as we were wrapping up this huge order, we came across … swimwear? I stopped and just looked at that for a moment. “Holy shit. They actually make swimwear?” She giggled. “Of course!” And at that, she picked out several two-piece sets, they were simple enough with little ties in the back or side, so they were basically one size fits all. We didn’t bother with footwear – way too uncomfortable, doll feet don’t seem to correlate well to real feet. She assured me that everyone was fine going barefoot around the house. So we moved on and I placed this massive order, plus the huge extra charge for rush delivery. Yes, I was really looking forward to seeing the girls in swimwear or halter tops, not just having to do laundry less often. As soon as the order went through, I turned to her and kissed her on the cheek (or more like the whole side of her head) and thanked her for her help. “Now … if you want some help with that bad boy?” She looked at me, a smirk on her face, waiting for my response. Like I was going to turn that down. I replied, “I can’t pass that up. Yeah, just … where? The others all looked like they were hanging out in the bedroom.” “So how about right here?” Damn, that girl was getting me horny again. “Or better yet … “ as she eyed my crotch, “I have an idea, if you don’t mind helping a girl out?” I wasn’t sure what she intended yet, but she proceeded to undress right there on my desk. I ogled her for a moment, of course. Then she raised her arms, the signal for me to pick her up. I reached for her and wrapped my hand around her, gently scooping her up and lifting her to my face, so that I could plant a few kisses on her naked skin. As I kissed her, I mumbled, “So what’s your idea?” She giggled. “Let’s just say, this wouldn’t work if you were wearing tight jeans.” I glanced down. No, I’d just thrown on some loose elastic shorts. It’s mid-spring, nice weather outside. I still wasn’t sure what she was planning though. “Okay. Now … just work with me here. With your other hand, I want you to grab your waistband in the front and lift it – out as high as you can. Boxers too. Like you’re checking to see if your stuff is still in there.” I snorted. “Alright … like this?” I grabbed both waistbands with my thumb and pulled them back. She bent her head over to see. “Yeah, like that. Now hold it for a minute and set me down on your stomach. Umm … if you can … lean back a bit, so it’s not so steep … yeah. Like that.” So I set her down and then watched as she proceeded to stick her feet down into my boxers, and then shimmy the rest of the way down, and soon it was just her head and shoulders peeking up above the waistband. She looked back up at me and said, “Umm … you can move around if you want, just … if you sit back down, umm … be careful. And if you feel me start slipping, catch me. Promise?” I looked down at her and smirked. “Of course. Anything for you. You’re really something, aren’t you?” She laughed. “You wouldn’t be so surprised if you knew me better before … umm, before. I’m not as tame as our girl Melanie. Though you’ve really pulled her out of her shell. You're a good influence on her. Speaking of shells … I’ll be down here. I’m doing this for you, so I want you to enjoy yourself.” I chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure I will.” At that, she disappeared under my waistband. I could feel her getting herself in position down there, shifting around, and then I felt her tiny tongue slide across the tip of my semi-rigid shaft. Holy shit. I carefully stood up, with Maria inside my shorts, and looked around the office. I didn’t see anyone nearby. They were probably all still in the bedroom chatting it up, oblivious to what we were doing in here. That was fine. It was a little awkward walking with this bulge in my shorts that was only partially due to a hard-on. I walked slowly to the kitchen. I could feel her hands and her tiny tongue down there. I could tell she was intentionally drawing it out. I brought one hand down there and I could feel her legs and ass through the fabric. Damn that was hot. As she continued her slow ministrations inside my shorts, I stood at the counter and poured myself another coffee. Before I could pick up my mug, I felt her hit just the right spot, and I groaned and put my hand on the counter to brace myself. Then I straightened up and turned, just in time to see Melanie padding in. She had her thimble of coffee in hand and looked like she was looking for me to help get her a refill. Melanie just stopped and looked at me for a moment. And then she looked down at my crotch. At the bulge in my shorts that was just a little too big to be just a hard-on. And the shape wasn’t quite right. And then she saw the movement inside my shorts. Her eyes went as wide as saucers. I motioned with my hand, pointing at the bulge in my shorts. And then I felt Maria’s tongue again, licking at the tip of my hard penis. Damn, was she lapping up my cum? I groaned again, bracing myself against the counter. Melanie just watched, transfixed on my crotch. I felt like I wasn’t far off from exploding, but Maria was adept at drawing it out as long as she could. I mouthed to Melanie and then very slowly bent down, reaching for her. She let me pick her up, and I held her up to my face so we could talk without disturbing Maria. She whispered, “Is that …” I whispered back, “Yeah. Maria’s umm … “ She gasped. “OMG. Seriously? You didn’t … force her? She … “ “Relax. It was HER idea. She … oh … “ I groaned “… oh that feels good.” Melanie just looked at me for a moment, her mouth slack. I whispered, “This … she feels so good down there … I … yes I’m like really horny right now.” I suddenly stopped myself, realizing I’d absentmindedly slipped my finger under Melanie’s skirt. “Oh. Sorry.” She blushed. “It’s … okay. You are my boyfriend after all. You can do that.” “Okay.” I slipped my finger back under her skirt and slid it along her ass. “Hey, if I ever say, felt like stuffing YOU in my shorts, would you freak out? I … it would be really hot for me, but … “ “Umm …” “I would ask first. I won’t make you. Just … oh, this feels good.” I groaned again. Maria was really taking her time and drawing it out. She’d had me on the edge for several minutes. She thought about it for just a moment. “Alright. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you want to … put me inside your pants, then … okay. I’ll do it for you.” I whispered. “Thank you.” I grinned. “I’ m already looking forward to feeling you down there. Maria’s doing an amazing job.” Then I brought her up to my lips, lifting her skirt up, and slid my tongue between her legs, taking long strokes along the length of her ass and pussy. She parted her legs for me as I wiggled the tip of my tongue up and down her slit, the lips parting slightly as I worked it in and found her tiny hole. I began to work her clit until she began to tremble in my hand. All the while I could feel Maria’s ministrations, feel myself coming closer to a climax myself. Leaning against the counter, I brought one hand down to feel Maria’s ass through the fabric, as I held Melanie to my lips with my other hand and worked to bring her off quickly. More than once, I groaned in response to Maria’s tiny hands or tiny tongue, while my own tongue was wrapped around Melanie. I whispered, “Let’s see if we can both climax at once.” She gasped again and then nodded her head in agreement. “Okay honey. Make me cum.” I attacked her tiny hole with the tip of my tongue, causing her to writhe in my hand. I slid my thumb up her blouse and pressed on one of her tiny breasts. I felt Maria’s tongue sliding all over the tip of my penis, her hands felt slick, and I knew I was almost there. I pushed Melanie just a little harder and she exploded on my tongue, her juices dribbling out for me to taste, just as I exploded all over Maria inside my shorts. I groaned and moaned, with Melanie pressed up against my mouth, and I rubbed Maria’s ass through my shorts with my other hand. Then I pulled Melanie away just for a moment, and turned my attention to my shorts, where I could feel Maria squirming in my cum. I rubbed her back with my thumb for a moment, and then brought my hand up to slip my thumb inside my waistband. I pulled it back for a moment, and saw Maria, sweaty and completely covered in my cum, her arms wrapped around my shaft. She blinked the cum out of her eyes and looked up at me, a grin on her face. She asked, “How was that?” I said, “It was amazing.” She then noticed Melanie in my hand and snorted. “And I see you just … strolled around the house while I was making love to you down here?” Now I snorted. “Yeah. Tell you what though, that was the hottest thing, to feel you down there working your magic while I just walked in here and got some coffee. You got me so horny I couldn’t resist … “ Melanie chimed in. “Yeah, he got me off right before he came. Now he’s talking about seeing how I do down there.” Maria laughed. “Shoot, if he’s that horny, he probably wants all of us to try it. Maybe he’ll make it a competition.” I just looked at her for a moment. “Damn girl, you’re giving me ideas.” “But you were thinking about it, weren’t you.” I grinned. “I am now. Though I wonder. How would they react if I walked in there like this? It would start the conversation at least.” Maria’s eyes went wide at first. But then she looked at me and laughed. “Actually, it probably would.” “Okay. I do love how you feel down there, it’s hot as hell.” Then I closed my waistband and pulled my thumb away. Melanie said, “You’re leaving her in there?” “Just for a few minutes. It’ll be fine. Oh, and you came in here for coffee anyway. Let me refill that.” I took her little thimble cup and refilled it, handing it back to her, and then set her down on the floor. She ended up following me as I went back to the office first to get Maria’s clothes – still laying on my desk – and then I walked down the hallway towards the bedroom. I stepped around the other three girls and went to my dresser to grab a clean pair of boxers. I saw Melanie come in and sit down, her coffee in hand, looking like the cat that ate the canary, just waiting for someone else to comment. She waited a moment, the others were still talking and didn’t pay me much attention – surprising given the lump in my crotch. So Melanie suddenly blurted out, “Hey, has anyone seen Maria?” Cindy looked around, then at me, and said “You borrowed her for something.” And then I followed her eyes as they went down from my face to my crotch. She squinted for a moment and then her eyes went wide. “Is … “ She was speechless. Becky caught on and looked at my crotch and saw the movement between my legs that couldn’t be anything else. She gasped. “Shit. Is that Maria in there?” Cindy gasped. “Shit! That IS Maria, isn’t it. Inside your pants?” Keisha looked completely dumbfounded. Melanie blurted out, “He insists it was her idea. He’s been walking around the house while she was getting him off.” “Holy shit.” I said, “Yep. And yes, it was totally her idea. But she was amazing. It was so good that I … I’m not sure if any of you could top it. Though you’re … umm, more than welcome to try.” Cindy yelped, while Becky stuttered, “You … umm … want ME to … umm … try that?” She was nibbling her lower lip. Was she excited? I looked at her and said, “Becky, honestly? I would absolutely love it. But I’m not going to make you do it. You know I’m teasing you.” Becky sighed in relief, though I wondered if she was actually thinking about it for real. Keisha just looked at me, slack-jawed. Given how forward she was earlier, I suspected she was a little wild when she was off-duty, but I had to remember she wasn’t numbed to all this like some of the others were. Cindy actually started to reach her hand under her skirt for a moment, and then stopped herself. Huh, I wonder if Cindy would actually do it. Not that I was going to push her to or anything. But it was mind-blowing that even one of them were actually open to doing this. I was starting to get hard again just from the thought. “But first … “ I said as I took a swig of coffee, “let me take care of Maria. She’s been busy.” I left the bedroom, while the others talked excitedly – probably about Maria or about climbing in my pants – the thought was getting me excited again. I thought I’d take my time with Maria though, she did feel good down there even if it was starting to get a little sticky. So I strolled back to the kitchen first to drop off my coffee mug, and I put my hand down there to rub Maria through the fabric. I felt around a moment until I found her ass, and stroked it with my finger. Then I thought for a moment. I pulled my waistband back with my other hand and Maria looked up at me. “You know, that really was hot.” She grinned. “I thought I’d pay you back for last night. I knew you’d like it.” “Hey, tell you what, I think you need a bath, but before I wash you off … you know what else would be really hot?” She looked at me curiously. “Well … you may as well just tell me.” “How about … if you get yourself off while you’re down there. So I can feel you do it and feel you shake and hear you moan when you cum.” She smirked at me. “Typical horny guy.” “Typical horny guy with a hot miniature woman wrapped around his shaft?” “Touche’. Alright.” She sighed. “I suppose I started this. I’ve created a monster.” She smirked. “I really hope you’re enjoying yourself.” “Immensely.” At that I closed my waistband and just stood there for a moment. I could feel her changing positions and then I felt her arms moving. Yeah, this was hot as hell. And I was way horny. And to think an hour ago I was thinking of taking a nap. I casually strolled back to the office and carefully sat down on the edge of my seat, and began to browse the internet for a few moments. I could feel Maria moving inside my shorts and I could hear a couple of grunts and groans. I smirked. I suppose this was a turnaround from me doing all the work and giving the girls pleasure. But damn this was an incredible power trip. I pulled back the waistband for a moment and saw Maria with one hand down between her legs. She hardly noticed me looking at her. I closed it back up, stroked her a few times through the fabric, and continued browsing. It didn’t take too long, as I heard more groans and felt her arms bumping against my skin as she beat against her own clit. I held my hand down there, holding her through the fabric, and as she climaxed, I just sat there and enjoyed the feel of her body trembling against the skin of my shaft. I got up and walked to the bathroom, carrying my clean boxers and Maria’s tiny outfit, and set them down. I gently reached in and slid her out, while she was still flushed, and gazed at her in my hand. As her breath steadied and she started to open her eyes, I said, “That was beautiful.” Then I slowly, gently washed her whole body off under the running water of the sink, and lay her on a towel to blot her dry. I bent down and kissed her on the stomach. “You were amazing, my dear. Thank you.” She smirked at me. “I’m glad it was good for you, but I think you started going off on a power trip.” I tilted my head. “True, I did. I’m sorry if I went overboard. You just got me so worked up. I haven’t been that horny in who knows. Though now you’ve got me wondering what that would be like with the others. If I could talk them into it, that is. I’m not sure they can compare to you, but I’d like to find out.” She snorted. “Oh I bet you would.” I lay her clothes next to her as I removed my shorts and then my soaked boxers, tossed them in the hamper and used another washcloth to clean myself off before I got dressed again. I helped her back down to the ground and then strolled into the bedroom. First words out of my mouth were, “Okay, who’s next?” Everyone’s mouths dropped open. I grinned. “Sorry, just kidding! Don’t worry. I couldn’t resist, the looks on your faces was priceless. Not that I would complain in the least if one of you was open to trying it. In the meantime, I did actually need Maria for something besides wild kinky sex. She helped me pick out a lot of stuff – lots of new clothes and a few other things.” Maria snorted. As soon as she sat down, the girls peppered her with questions. It sounded like she had to convince them she really did this herself and I didn’t make her do it. They were skeptical. Though it sounded like she got off on the whole thing too, though I’m pretty sure I got more out of it than she did. Maria saw me walking away and turned and called back. “Hey. Do you have any briefs or is it all boxers?” “Umm … I think I have some briefs in the back of the drawer. Why?” “I think the next time one of us does that, you should wear briefs. It’s … a little more snug, but with the boxers I felt like I was going to slip down your leg a couple times.” “Okay. Yeah I hope there’ll be a next time. But is that just for future, or do I need to put on some briefs right now?” “Damn you’re horny now.” I snorted. “Yeah, you got me all worked up. When I should be taking a nap. You know I was up half the night talking to the police. Well, you were there with me, even if you did go back to sleep right away.” Maria added, “Every time his phone buzzed, he was tiptoeing down the hall so he wouldn’t wake any of you up.” At that I lay down on the bed, intent on trying to catch a quick nap. ----------------------- Melanie looked back, up at the bed. As soon as her boyfriend’s head hit the pillow, she turned to Maria. “I still can’t believe you did that!” Maria said, “Well, he … did some things for me last night. To make up for disturbing me to answer the phone so many times. So … it was impulsive, but he said it was mind-blowing, so … “ Melanie couldn’t imagine what it was like just being curled up in there. And then she remembered that she’d already agreed to try it herself. Part of her was scared shitless at the idea, but part of her got a little tingly at the thought. She was dying to know what she was getting herself into. “Well what was it like for YOU?” Maria snorted. “It was cozy, for one. A little hot. In more ways than one I suppose, but I got a little sweaty down there. And some of that musky man scent. But it wasn’t too strong. He cleans up pretty well.” Becky turned her nose a little. “Sweaty?” “Yeah, kinda like a workout or being in the sauna for a little while.” “Oh. I … guess that’s okay.” “But the best part is it’s so intimate down there. I could feel his blood pumping and his heart racing when I got him excited. And then he said he could feel everything I was doing too. Everything must be really sensitive down there. Honestly? It’s probably the most intimate I’ve ever been with a guy. And that’s saying something.” She looked right at Melanie. “That’s why you should try it. He’s your boyfriend after all. This is like one of the most intimate things you could possibly do with him.” Melanie thought about that for a moment. “When you put it like that … maybe I should just try it once and see how it goes. I know he won’t do anything to hurt me. Or any of us. But one thing is still bugging me. What about him just walking around while you’re umm … in there?” Maria laughed. “Crazy, isn’t it? I suppose that’s part of the intimacy of the whole thing. When I was tucked in there, I went wherever he did and I had no control over it. He could take me wherever he wanted to. It’s … frightening and exciting at the same time. Does that make sense?” Melanie snorted. “You always were a thrill seeker.” Though even as she said it, she started to realize that of late, a lot of Maria had been rubbing off on her. She went on a daring undercover mission not once but twice, one leading to her capture and then rescue, the other where she led a rescue. So maybe deep down she was more of a thrill seeker herself. Huh. She half listened to the conversation after that, her thoughts drifting to Maria’s words, and imagining what it would be like. Did she really want to try that herself? Did she have a choice? Well, even if she said she would, she could always change her mind and she knew he wouldn’t force her. But if she were honest with herself, she was beyond curious – and part of her was just dying to try it – and another part of her, just a little niggling part in the back of her mind, started to worry that maybe he would choose Maria over her. It was silly, Maria was her best friend and she trusted her and she promised she wasn’t trying to steal him away. But still, it bothered her a little. As she thought about it some more, it was settled. She was determined to keep her guy, and she would do anything, regardless of what it took. |
1693115214 | melanie46 | I must have slept for at least three hours. It was hard to tell, I couldn’t remember when I lay down to take a quick nap, but it was past lunchtime already. I’d laid down and listened to the girls talking excitedly about what Maria and I had done, but I’d quickly dozed off, a result of getting very little sleep last night plus a flight of raging hormones and endorphins thanks to Maria. I grinned at the memory. But now, I had five hungry women trying to wake me up. In fact, Keisha and Melanie had climbed up onto the bed somehow and were up here trying to wake me up. I turned and glanced at the clock, it was about 130pm. I didn’t realize it was that late! I sat up a little too quickly, and Keisha – who had climbed up on my chest – went tumbling into my lap. “Oof! Sorry! Are you okay?” I reached down there towards her, but wasn’t sure if she wanted me to just pick her up. To her credit, she was unfazed. “I’m fine. But NO, I was not angling to be next to go down … there.” She waved towards my crotch. “Okay. I’m still sorry for sitting up so fast. Though if you … change your mind about … that, just … “ She snorted. “You wish!” I just grinned at her. She looked serious for a moment and then laughed. “Okay. Yes, wishful thinking. Anyway, I suppose you ladies are hungry, I’m sorry I slept so late! I only meant to take a quick nap.” Melanie came up to my cheek and gave me a kiss. Huh. “When you get a chance, honey. You’ve inherited five mouths to feed, you know.” I waited for Keisha to roll out of my lap and then swung my feet to the floor and stood up. I looked around, saw the other three still lounging around the folded towels I’d set up for sleeping last night, and asked, “Do you ladies want me to grab the basket, or just help you up when you go to the kitchen?” “I’m fine either way” Keisha said, “but your girl and I would appreciate a lift down.” “Of course.” I reached for Melanie and she let me lift her up, I gave her a quick kiss and then set her down on the floor, and then reached for Keisha. She let me pick her up, but I didn’t think she’d appreciate me planting a kiss on her, at least not yet, so I just gently lowered her to the floor. They scurried off with the others. “I’ll get something started, just give me a few minutes.” I made my way into the kitchen and started making hot dogs. Which are easy to cook but a pain to serve with this many girls. I had to take the hot dog and slice it up into little strips, and cut a thin slice of bread into rectangles to make buns. But it works and it’s easy to serve without utensils – which I hadn’t washed yet. We only had exactly enough sets for one meal – thus the dire need to order more this morning. I kept it really simple, just one platter (formerly a can lid) and I stacked a bunch of my tiny hot dogs and buns. Just as I was finishing loading the platter, I saw the girls start to pad in, their bare feet making soft noises on the tile floor. As each came in, they let me reach down and lift them up to the table, where they found seats and got settled in and started eating, even as I was still pouring drinks. I grabbed my own plate and sat down with them at the table. Inevitably the conversation turned to Maria and this morning’s little adventure. It seemed like that was the hot topic of the day. Which didn’t seem to bother Maria much, she almost seemed amused. As much as I hoped one of the others would be bold enough to volunteer to try Maria’s stunt, I did have other things I needed to discuss with them, so as hard as it was, I redirected the topic, filling them in on my suspicions regarding the four goons who were still on the loose. That while I suspected revenge was a factor and they’d come after us for that, or perhaps to capture the five of them to recoup their losses and then flee underground, I knew the only way they’d be able to resurrect their scheme would be to steal back the machine they build in the bunker … “And we still have two cameras over at the mansion, so I’m trying to watch, as long as the batteries still hold out.” Keisha’s eyebrows shot up. “Cameras?” Melanie explained further. “He came up with that idea, to plant two cameras at the mansion so we could figure out what was going on. But getting them there was wild.” I wasn’t sure if Cindy or Becky had heard THAT whole story either, with everything else going on. I snorted. “That’s putting it mildly. We had to do it under cover of darkness. There’s one atop the turret and one atop the outbuilding in the back.” “How on earth?” Maria laughed. “We strapped Melanie to the bottom of a drone and flew her up there, all the way from the park two blocks away.” I added, “Each camera had heavy duty adhesive on the back, so she had to get up there and stick it into place.” Melanie added, “And you had to steer me to the right spot. That was some fancy flying.” Keisha just shook her head. “You people are crazy, y’know?” Melanie looked at her. “We were desperate for answers. If we hadn’t done everything we did over the past two weeks, they’d be long gone with a working machine, abducting women off the street and secretly selling them off, and they could have moved their operation anywhere in the country – or outside the country – by the time anyone was on to them. Frankly, I’m proud of what we accomplished.” “Speaking of the machine.” I interjected. “If they steal it back – and it’s possible, last I checked the cameras there was like no activity over there. The place was taped up but looked deserted. But … the machine won’t work. And they’re going to go ballistic.” Keisha looked at me incredulously. “What do you mean the machine won’t work? It sure as hell worked yesterday!” “True. But it’s not working now.” I settled in to explain. “These buffoons only got this to work through sheer luck. They were originally working on something else – a matter transfer that would say, bounce an object to a location across the room. Like a fax but in 3-D. And I don’t think they they really figured that out yet either, based on the notes I read. But then a meteorite crashed down west of the city and somehow it made it to Advanced Future Tech. There was an extremely rare element – something never before documented on this planet – that they were able to extract, that is able to alter that laser in such a way that instead of moving the matter, it changes the size.” Not just Keisha, but Cindy and Becky were watching and listening, transfixed on what I was describing. I knew Melanie and Maria had heard all this before, though I was getting better at explaining it. I continued, “That element is critical, without it the machine is useless.” Keisha put two and two together and added, “And you … took the element, I presume?” “Yep.” I flashed her a quick smile. She looked annoyed. “You realize that was part of a crime scene?” I sighed. “Yeah, but I could not take a chance of them using that machine again, and I doubted I could convince anyone that it was in everyone’s best interest to let me take it. And without the element I have little or no chance of reversing what they did to you.” She nodded. “Alright. I concede your point.” “Plus three of those goons were right there in the bunker, tied up. What if I’d started asking about it, and any of them got wind of it and passed that on to the ones that are still on the loose? They had it encased in a polycarbonate block. I slipped that out of the machine when we were down in the bunker to get you. So now, if they recover their machine, it still won’t work without the element. And the only source of that element known on earth, is this piece I brought here … or possibly some still locked inside the remaining piece of meteorite, which is secured in a vault at the lab.” Keisha continued the line of thought. “And coming here is easier than breaking into a lab downtown, I guess. Plus revenge at the same time. And … maybe recapturing us.” “IF they can find us. Now, Andrew never had our address, but he did have my phone number – so I presume THEY have that now. I don’t know how long it will take them to trace the phone number to a name and address, but once that happens, they’ll be coming. Which means we need to be ready. This afternoon, I need you guys to check out the panic room, figure out what supplies you might need if you were stuck down there for a day or even two. If something happens to me I need to know you’re all safe. I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that, but … think food, water, if you need more clothes, anything.“ As I brought that up, I thought of something and jumped up, fishing through the kitchen drawers. I found a couple of ziploc bags, pulled them out and brought them to the table. They were sandwich size bags, but still for them they’d be the size of those contractor trash bags they sell at the hardware store. Obviously I couldn’t fill them all the way, but I was hoping they’d work for food. “Ladies, can you see if you’re able to open and close these?” They all looked at the bags for a moment. Melanie stood up and walked over first, gripping the edge of the bag with one hand and the slider with the other, and grunted as she tried to pull them apart. Keisha got up to help her, one taking the edge and one taking the slider in both hands, and with a little effort, they were able to open it and close it back up again. I smiled. “Okay, that’ll work. I was thinking a couple bags. Pretzels, chips, granola, cereal, stuff like that. Think about what you guys want, I’ll just get out the choices so you all can see and whatever you pick, I’ll fill some bags. Now for water … “ I had a couple of those little 8 ounce water bottles left over from something, who knows, but I got up, pulled one out and set it on the table. “What do you guys think of this … “ Maria snorted. “I don’t think that’s going to work. How are we supposed to get the water out?” “Umm ... yeah. Good point. I … OH! I have another idea. What about a pump bottle and I fill it with water?” Becky scrunched her nose. “Eew, it’s not going to taste like lotion or something?” I laughed. “Oh no! I do have some travel containers, there may be something I’ve never even used. But I’ll wash it out anyway. Then I’m thinking if one of you pushes the pump down while someone holds a cup … “ Becky scratched her head. “Ohh … that might work.” “It’s not ideal, but I’m trying to figure out how to stock the room just in case you have to hide out down there without me for a little while. I guess I’d have to help lower it down there, and then you guys can scoot it wherever you need once it’s down there.” So at that we talked more about what was needed to stock the panic room, while we all finished eating. Somehow though, the discussion turned back to the events of this morning. I almost had to laugh. I finally blurted out, mostly being a smart-ass, “Tell you what, if one of you wants to volunteer, you can get out of having to prepare the panic room this afternoon. Since you’d be busy with umm … other duties.” I smirked. Maria laughed out loud. “Okay girls, I DARE one of you to follow in my footsteps.” “You know you’re getting me excited again.” “I’m just looking out for you.” She smirked. I heard mumbling as they talked excitedly amongst themselves. Finally Maria blurted out loud, “I think Becky should do it.” She gasped. “ME?” Her eyes were wide. Melanie blurted, “Well, you WERE the one checking him out down there the other day.” “Oh.” She looked nervous, fidgeting in her seat. I looked at her and said, “Becky, if you’re not comfortable doing it that’s okay. You don’t have to. I’m never going to force you to do anything like that.” She looked up at me, still fidgeting. “But … do you want me to?” “I won’t make you do anything. But yes I’ll admit, I’d love it very much if you did.” “I … well … “ She looked around at the others, and then looked away. “I … know you do so much for us, and you’re like … so nice about it … and … you’ve been SO nice to me … and umm … uhh … Maria’s right, you do like everything for us, you feed us, clothe us, protect us, … rescued us, … and you’re like the only person on the whole planet who’s even trying to fix this for us. We owe you a lot and there’s not much we can do to … reciprocate. So … okay. Yes. I’ll do it. If you want me to.” I reached out and touched her chin, turning her face back up towards me. “You’re sure you’re okay with it? I don’t want to force you.” She finally gave a firm nod. “Yeah. I want to do it. I should do it for you. Because YOU need to enjoy yourself for a change instead of worrying about making us happy all the time.” Cindy chimed in, “Well if you put it that way, I guess we all owe you a lot. And maybe we should look at this as a way to pay you back. To … reciprocate. So … if this is what you like, then I … I can’t believe I’m saying this, but … maybe we should all think about taking a turn down there I guess. If you want us to.” Keisha was speechless through all of this, but she turned to Cindy at that point and said, “Y’all are crazy, but … “ She sighed. “I’ll think about it. That is NOT a yes. Just that I’ll think about it.” “Wow, you’re all getting me excited here. I … do appreciate it. Really.” Maria blurted, “Oh, I bet you do!” Everyone laughed. Becky added, “Besides. After hearing … all that Maria said about it, I … I’m really curious.” “Okay.” I said softly. “Tell you what. After we’re done eating, I’ll go … “ I glanced at Maria, who hadn’t stopped smirking. “put on those briefs. And then come and get you.” I finished my meal quickly at that point, got up and let the others mill about on the kitchen table, while I went back to the bathroom to freshen up, and to the bedroom to change into briefs. I was already getting excited down there and almost splashed cold water on myself before heading back to the kitchen. As I walked back in, they all stopped talking and looked at me. Becky looked up, a shy grin on her face. She was still a little nervous. I said, “Hey. Are you ready?” She nodded and stood up. I started to reach for her. “Do you want to go do this back in the bedroom?” She gave a nervous snort. “Like that matters. You know you could just walk back in here anyway … while I’m … in there, I guess I go wherever you go. You can do it right here if you want.” “In front of everyone?” “Like I said, I’m kinda at your mercy while I’m in there, you might come right back in here anyway. And the others probably all want to see … how it works anyway. In-case they’re next. So you can just take me and put me where you want me.” I glanced around at the others. “You’re sure?” She nodded. “Okay. Do you want me to undress you?” She nodded. “You can if you want to.” So I reached down and gently lifted her up in my hand, above the table. The others all watched intently as I stroked her arm, and then nudged her up so I could unfasten her blouse and pull it away. I kissed her bare chest. Then I lifted up her bottom with my finger and thumb, tugging on the velcro to pull her skirt off. Now Becky was naked in my hand. I slid my finger down her chest and between her legs, brushing her tiny cunt. I brought her up to my lips and kissed her a few times. I said gently, “Are you ready?” She nodded. Then I stood up, and with one hand I brought her to my stomach, and with the other I pulled back the waistbands on both my briefs and shorts. Then I slowly lowered her into my briefs, sideways so that she could stretch out, just below my semi-rigid penis and nestled up to my balls. I positioned her so that her face would be near the head. And then I gently closed the waistband. I could feel her squirming inside my briefs. It was definitely more snug, her naked body was pressed against my flesh down there. I noticed all the others staring at my crotch, transfixed. Even Maria, though she still had a smirk on her face. And then I slowly sat back down at the table for a minute, as nonchalant as I could, and just looked at everyone and said “So, what’s up?” I was greeted with a mix of wide eyes and slack jaws, but it was silent for a few moments until Maria, always the instigator, finally blurted, “I assume you are. Or will be soon. If not, I may need to teach that girl some pointers.” That broke the tension and the others laughed, though there were some nervous laughs. I suppose that was understandable, given they were wondering if they’d be doing this too. I grinned and said, “I’m pretty sure she can figure things out down there. Tell you what, are you all ready to get down?” At that they started to stand up and give me the signal, and I slowly picked them up one by one, lowering them to the floor, careful not to squat too quickly. I could feel Becky wiggling into a more comfortable position, but she hadn’t done much else yet. There was no rush. As I lifted Melanie, I brought her up to my lips and kissed her and whispered, “Love you, babe.” She whispered back, “Love you too. You better be enjoying this.” and kissed me on the nose. Then she added softly, “I’ll … do it for you when you ask me to. Alright?” I whispered back, “Okay, I can hardly wait” and gave her one more kiss before I set her down with the others. Then as they filed out of the kitchen, I proceeded to clean up from lunch and lay out all that and the utensils from breakfast, on a towel to dry. I started to pull out several bags of snacks – mostly little lunch-sized portions, but shoot, one of those was enough to feed all five of them. I’d let them pick out what they wanted. They’d all left the room, and I just stood there for a minute, marveling at the absurdity of the situation, a pretty young woman curled up against my shaft and balls, though the feel of her tiny body against my skin was amazing. I could tell Becky was still figuring out what to do down there, as she had hardly moved yet once I assume she got comfortable. I pulled back my waistband and said “Hey Becky.” She looked up at me. “Umm … hey. So … now that you’ve umm … got me captive down here, what do you want me to do?” “Well, you could just relax in there if you want. To be honest, it feels good just feeling your sexy body against me down there.” She gave me a shy grin. “But at some point I figured you would try to get me off. Just … don’t rush it. It’s not a race. When Maria did it she brought me along slowly, soft strokes and gentle kisses.” “Okay. I’m pretty sure I can do that.” She made a nervous giggle. “I just want you to enjoy it. And I’m kinda at your mercy, so if I do a lousy job you might make me do it again.” She giggled again. “But for real, if you want me to do anything else while I’m in here just tell me.” “Alright. I suppose you could … get yourself off too while you’re in there. If ... you want to. Maria did and I heard her moan and felt her tremble when she came and I really enjoyed that.” Her eyes got wide for a moment. Then without another word, I closed up my waistband and just enjoyed the sensation as she wiggled around down there, snuggled up to my shaft. I walked back to the office and got on the computer, careful so sit down slowly. I’d blown off work projects for the last week and a half, though none of my contracts were due anytime soon, I was lucky to have some down time with everything else going on. I called up the application that would pull in the camera feeds from the mansion, to see if there was any new activity there. The batteries would probably go out any day, but at the moment I was still getting a feed. I paused and smiled to myself, reminded anew of my tiny passenger, as I felt Becky shift positions and then start to moan. I supposed she was taking my suggestion and getting herself off first. Just the thought of that was hot. On the camera feed I saw nothing – the place looked empty. There was yellow caution tape across the entrance, but it didn’t look like anyone was there at the moment. A little concerning, given the machine in the bunker. Maybe those thugs COULD come back with a truck and try to take it. If they did, they’d probably wait until dark. At least they couldn’t get it running without that element. Once they figured that out they’d come looking for us. I got back up, and then strolled to the bedroom, where the girls were all at the foot of the bed talking. They stopped talking as they saw me come in, and I saw eyes darting to the bulge in my pants. For my part, I remained nonchalant, and just sat on the edge of the bed and asked how everyone was doing. At that point a little moan came from my shorts. I saw Maria smirk, Melanie blush, Cindy’s eyes went wide and Keisha just went slack-jawed. For my part I grinned like a cheshire cat and said nothing. Instead of acknowledging the obvious, I just said, “I put out several snack foods, if you guys want to take a look and decide what you want, and then I can fill a couple ziploc bags.” Before anyone of them responded, there was another moan. And then another. Rather than completely embarrass Becky and risk the others having any second thoughts, I just flashed a smile and got up and left the room at that point. Yes, it would have been a power trip to hover right there and let Becky finish her climax in my briefs right in front of the others, a little common sense bubbled to the surface of my horny brain. I could go off anywhere in the house, in the car, in the backyard, wherever I wanted Becky to be when she climaxed. That much was completely up to my whim. But I didn’t need to keep flaunting that in front of the others. Not if I hoped to get them to participate later. So I headed back to the living room and lounged on the sofa. It was quiet and I could just sit and savor Becky’s little moans and feel her moving as she approached her climax. I put my hand down there gently, cupping her body through the fabric, just before she came, her cute little moans of pleasure slightly muffled. I gave her a moment before I pulled up my waistband to have a look. Becky glanced up at me, flushed, sweaty and still breathing heavily. I reached into my pants and stroked her with my finger, sliding it down her chest. She grabbed my finger and directed it down between her legs, where I felt her dampness. She began to push herself on my finger. I took the cue and began rubbing her between the legs, until she began moaning again. It didn’t take her long to have a second climax. She looked up and smiled as I slowly slid my finger away. Her breathing was still heavy and irregular. I gave her a minute to settle down. She flashed me a shy grin and said “Hi.” “Hi. How’s it going in there?” “It’s … a little warm down here, and it’s got that musty man scent, but I … don’t mind it. And I could tell you were walking around, but I had no idea where. It’s hard to tell from in here. The … umm … others aren’t like right here, are they? Not that I suppose I have any control over it.” She scrunched her nose again. “But that would be like way embarrassing.” I snorted. “No, we’re in the living room by ourselves. But there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Shoot, you and Maria both came in front of each other like a day or two ago, didn’t you? The others are in the bedroom still. I did go in there for a minute, they might have heard a couple moans … “ She blushed, but said, “Hmm. Yeah. I suppose by now we kinda do everything in front of each other, don’t we?” “Just about.” She just gazed at me for a minute. “I guess it doesn’t get more intimate than this, huh? Like Maria said. She was like SO right about that.” “In a good way I hope? Like would you ever do this again?” “In a good way. Yeah. I feel so close to you, I can like feel your pulse down here. And you can probably feel everything I do … which I guess is part of the turn-on for you, isn’t it?” I nodded. “I … think I could do this again. But first I still owe you something.” “Oh?” I grinned. “So I should leave you to get on with that, huh?” “You have to tell me afterwards how I stack up to Maria. Be honest. I know she has a lot of experience … “ I snorted. “I don’t think anyone on earth has experience like this.” She grinned. “Very true. I … suppose now that I’m safe here with you, I should try and experience as much stuff as I can while I’m still this size.” “Well, I’m all for that. Believe me.” She giggled again. At that I slowly closed my waistband, sealing her in again. I slowly got up from the sofa and stretched. Once I started walking back to the office, I felt her start to work my shaft with her hands, rubbing it softly, as she kissed it on the side. I had to stop for a moment and put my hand on the door frame, and I let out a groan. Then I glanced back and saw Melanie standing there, looking a little unsure of herself. I turned and knelt down next to her. “Hey babe.” “Hey.” “Do you want to … join me? You look like you have something on your mind.” “Okay.” She put her arms up and I reached out, wrapped my fingers around my girlfriend and lifted her up, standing as I did. I turned back towards the office and went in, stopping just inside the door frame as I felt Becky’s tongue probing the tip of my shaft. “Oh …. oh.” I moaned. Then I changed my mind about the office. It would be easier to talk in the living room, I could sit on the sofa again. I turned and headed there, my girl in my hand, and stopped for one more tremor of pleasure before I made it to the sofa. I managed to sit down, and then leaned back and draped Melanie across my chest, near my shoulder. I started gently stroking her back as I asked, “What’s up? Is something wrong?” “I just … oh, honey. I love you so much.” “I love you too. Are you … worried about … this?” I pointed down toward my crotch. At that point I felt Becky again, yes she was drawing it out just like I asked her to, but right at this second wasn’t the most opportune time for me to suddenly moan and groan. I strained to suppress it, without much luck. “I … “ she glanced down there, and back up at me, “I just … don’t want you to forget about me. You’re … surrounded by all these beautiful girls … and you’re basically in charge of them … and even if you don’t realize it, they’re all getting … very attached to you. They … “ I nudged her chin with my finger. “Hey. You don’t have anything to worry about. Really. They’re only here for a while, and after that they’ll go back to their lives and it’ll be just you and me. Okay?” “I … know ... .but Maria … “ “Yes, Maria will still be around, even after all this is over, I’m sure … and yeah, I care about Maria too, but you’re the one I want to be with. As long as you want me. Alright?” She looked like she was going to shed a little tear. “I love you.” She nudged herself up higher on my shoulder so she could reach my cheek and plant a tiny kiss. I started to say I love you back, but Becky chose that moment to dive her tongue into the tip of my shaft, and instead I got out “I … ohhh …. mmmm … “ She glanced down at my crotch, the slight outline of Becky barely showing through my shorts, and let out a little sigh. “But … I don’t want you to feel like you’re going to lose out. Or get bored with me when the others aren’t here anymore. I’m … willing to try anything you want me to. If you want to stuff me in your pants and get you off, I’ll do it. If you want me to sit in your hand and do whatever you tell me to, I’ll do it. If you want me to go down on the other girls while you watch, I’ll do it. I want to do all those things because they make you happy. So what I’m saying is, anything they do, I can do too. I don’t ever want to stop being your girlfriend. It’s that important to me.” I gently lifted her up off my shoulder and kissed her. I kissed her in multiple places. I lifted her skirt and kissed her. “I love you too. How about we both cum together again? I think Becky is drawing it out, but it’s not going to be too much longer.” She nodded vigorously. “Yes!! Make me cum for you.” “Okay. Let’s take your clothes off this time.” Without a word, she tugged off her blouse and skirt, letting me take them and set them down on the coffee table. I felt Becky hit a sensitive spot again and I groaned. I brought my naked girlfriend up to my lips and planted kisses all over her. She spread her legs for me as wide as she could, and I gave her ass and pussy a few long, slow licks with the tip of my tongue. I groaned again, my lips vibrating against her. I could feel just a little wetness, but not enough yet, but I knew how to solve that. I reached down with my other hand, just enough to pull one corner of my waistband up with two fingers, and I probably surprised Becky as I caught a dollop of precum on my finger. The way it felt though, she got right back to it moments after I closed the waistband again. I brought that finger up to Melanie and rubbed the dollop between her legs. She squirmed and pushed her hips against my finger. I switched to my little finger, and slid it up and down her tiny lips, until they parted to give me access. I found her little hole and slipped the tip of my finger in, causing her to gasp. I whispered, “Play with your breasts while I make you cum.” She flashed me a grin, as she brought her hands up and began to grab her own little breasts. At that moment I moaned for a couple of moments, and then went back to pleasuring my tiny girlfriend. I drove my finger a little further inside her, pumping it gently, and she responded by thrusting her hips up in sync. It was beautiful to watch. She kneaded her breasts, tugged on her own nipples and rolled them between her little fingers, and groaned and moaned to the little movements of my finger. Finally I could feel Becky had me close, and I began to turn my finger like a corkscrew, driving Melanie to the edge. She came, going rigid in my hand and trembling, moments before I exploded and doused Becky in a sea of hot cum. For a few moments I just lay back on the sofa, catching my breath, savoring the feeling of the huge climax I’d just experienced, the feel of little Becky hugging my shaft and doused in cum, my girlfriend in my hand just coming down from her own high. It was quite an experience. As I looked into her eyes, she gazed back at me with a look of sheer devotion. Then I slowly slid my finger out of Melanie, brought her to my lips and kissed her all over her body. I whispered, “Can I dress you?” She whispered back, “Okay.” So I set her down gently on my leg, inches from Becky, and reached for her top. She let me put it on her and fasten the velcro in the back. Then I lifted her back up in the air with one hand, her legs dangling. I kissed her a few more times, turning her around so that I could kiss her bottom, and then held her in front of me as I fumbled with her skirt with my other hand. She remained patient while I took a minute trying to get it straight and fasten it in the back. Then I kissed her again and set her down on my chest, and stroked her back. She gazed up at me and remarked, “How long are you going to leave poor Becky down there?” I smirked. “I don’t know. I suppose I should let her come up for air. She did tell me that if she didn’t do a good job she was afraid I’d make her do it all over again. Though to be honest, I think she gave Maria a run for her money.” “Well don’t leave her in there too long, she might come out looking like a raisin.” We both laughed at that. “Okay. I’ll go get her cleaned up and then I’ll come see how the others are doing with setting up the panic room.” She nodded. “Alright. And honey?” “Yeah?” “Thank you.” “For what?” “For not … just falling for one of the others and dumping me. You’re surrounded by … “ “Hey.” I nudged her chin. “I’m not dumping you for anybody. Okay?” She nodded. “Okay.” “Though … that whole offer to sit in my hand and do whatever I say … that is really hot.” She snorted. “I bet.” “Okay. I should set you down so I can look after Becky. If we keep talking like this I’ll suddenly be tempted to rip your clothes back off and tell you to wrestle with Becky down there.” Her eyes got wide as saucers for a moment. I smirked. “It’s okay, I’m kidding.” I gently lifted her up from my shoulder, planted a few more kisses on her, turned her and lifted her skirt so I could plant another kiss on her ass, letting my tongue slip in between her legs just for a moment, and then I set her down on the ground. “I’ll be in there in a few minutes.” She scurried off, possibly worried I would change my mind and make her wrestle with Becky. Though the thought was getting me excited again. I reached down and lifted up my waistband. Becky looked up at me, her hair was wet and much of her body was covered. If I left her in there too long she’d probably be stuck to me. As it was, she poked her head up from around the head of my shaft and gave me a smirk. “Hi Becky.” “Hi.” She reached up and cleared a glob from her face. “So how’d I do?” “You were spectacular.” Her face glowed. “Really? You’re not just saying that?” I smirked. “I think Maria’s got some stiff competition.” She giggled. “Stiff.” She giggled some more. I cracked a grin myself at the double meaning. “So how about we get you cleaned up? Are you ready?” “Yeah. I did even kinda have fun. I’m sure you had way more though. But that was the point, right? If you … want me to do it again sometime, you … might be able to persuade me.” I grinned. “By pampering you with back rubs?” She giggled again. “I’m really looking forward to that. I’ll … have you out in just a minute if you can hang on.” “Hang on?” “Just for a minute.” I closed up my waistband and then stood up and stretched. I strolled back towards the bedroom. I did need to get a clean pair of boxers. Again. I saw Melanie had made it back, and was sitting talking with Keisha. The girls had taken those towels and rolled them up and moved everything around to look like a sectional sofa, and this had become their hangout place for much of the day. They both stopped and watched me as I went to the dresser, got a clean pair of boxers, and started to leave. “No briefs?” blurted Keisha, a wicked grin on her face. I looked right back at her and deadpanned, “You’re that anxious to be next?” She got wide eyed. I added, “Keisha, as much as I would love to, umm … see what you’re capable of doing for me down there, I’m not in a mad rush. It’s not like I’m trying to do all five of you in the same day.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “Maybe this evening” I added. She got wide eyed all over again. I just smirked and headed out of the room, not saying another word. She could marinate on that a little while. In the bathroom, I gently reached in and wrapped my fingers around the slippery Becky, bringing her out of my pants and into the sink, where I carefully washed her from head to toe under the warm water, and then lay her on a towel, gently blotting her dry. I bent down and kissed her on the stomach. As I removed my shorts and briefs and was cleaning up, she sat up, still naked, her little breasts bouncing slightly as she did, and smiled up at me. “Did you really like it?” I grinned at her. “Becky, I loved it. You were amazing.” She smiled so wide she looked radiant. I added, “You really are a beautiful young woman, you know.” Now she was blushing too, but still couldn’t stop smiling at me. I gazed at her for a few moments. “You know you should get dressed, or I might be too tempted to go another round.” She giggled. “We can do it again if you want. It’s kinda exciting, that as small as I am, I could made you that happy.” As I finished cleaning up and pulled on my clean boxers and shorts, I said “I would like that a lot. Tell you what, let’s go see how the others are doing. I suspect they might need some help.” “Okay.” She was still grinning at me, ear to ear. I helped her put new clothes on, then scooped her up and set her down on the floor. I gave her a head start, padding off to the bedroom, and then I followed her to go check on the rest of the girls. |
1693115218 | melanie47 | After helping Becky clean up and get dressed again, I set her loose to go run back to the others. I didn’t rush in there myself, I figured the girls would start peppering her with questions anyway. Maria would surely be comparing notes in her little head, and the others thought at some point it could be them taking the dive, so to speak. I’d leave them to talk. I strolled to the kitchen first to put up the dishes and utensils now that they had a chance to dry – a quick task given they were so small, but we’d need everything for dinner later. Those new supplies I rush ordered this morning could NOT come soon enough. Then I made my way back towards the bedroom. Just outside the door, I could hear the girls chatting it up excitedly, probably asking poor Becky for every graphic detail. I took a step in, and the conversation slowed as the girls, one by one, turned and looked at me. All five of them were here now, as if getting the latest from Becky took precedence over getting the panic room ready. By the time I made it to the bed to sit, they were all just watching me. Maria (who else?) broke the tension in the room. “SO. How WAS it?” I heard some nervous laughs. I just looked at Maria and said, “Let’s just say you’ve got some stiff competition.” Becky burst out laughing. “Stiff!” Apparently she still found that really funny. That was enough to break the ice and the others seemed less uptight. Melanie already knew eventually I’d be asking her to do it, she just had no idea when. She knew that decision was up to me. Though a part of me felt like saving her for last, not rushing into it, so we would both enjoy it more when it finally happened. Besides, she’d be around after the others all went back to their lives, the lives that were interrupted when they were captured and shrunk, but lives that were waiting for them to return to once I solved the restoration process. I may as well enjoy having the rest of them around while it lasted. Now Keisha was the newbie here, and she hadn’t been sexed up by her previous captors the way Becky, Cindy and even Melanie had been, nor had a sexual relationship with any of us prior to the shrinking, as Melanie and I both had with Maria. So Keisha was more of an unknown, but she seemed to be adapting and falling in line with the others pretty quickly. And Cindy, was also a bit of an unknown. It had surprised me how she responded to Becky’s reasoning that I’d been doing everything for them – feeding, clothing, protecting, rescuing – and there wasn’t a lot they were capable of doing for me in return, therefore if this is what I liked, they owed it to me. Cindy seemed to agree and suggested maybe all five of them should offer to do this for me. Was the argument really that persuasive? Or was she looking for some excuse – a loophole – to do something crazy. Cindy had let me fool around, but she’d drawn the line at having sex with me, despite showing that she was willing to get it on with one of the other girls, or even play with herself while I watched. I’d never touched her down there myself and figured I wasn’t going to. However, if she was now open to diving into my shorts and getting me off … as both Maria and Becky had expressed, it doesn’t get more intimate than that. I was interrupted from my musings as the girls all were looking at me, as if they’d been asking me the same question more than once and I hadn’t answered yet. I shook it off and snapped back to the present. “OH! Sorry. I was just thinking about something else.” Maria snorted. “Yeah, like who’s next to go climb your pole, I bet.” The others laughed. I smirked. “Maybe.” The laughter tapered off. “Two down, three to go?” The room went silent at that. I sighed. “Anyway, moving on. What were you REALLY asking me?” Keisha sighed. “The snacks and the water. Everything else we have set. Aside from … umm … “ Melanie added dryly, “toilet facilities. Or lack of.” “OH. Okay.” I thought for a moment. “Options are kinda limited I know. For here in the bathroom, I’m hoping to come up with something more permanent than just using the sink, I just haven’t had a chance yet but I have some ideas. Down there though … no running water, and we can’t just dump everything into the crawl space. Or … I guess we could technically, but I’d have to put a bucket down there and then go under the house to empty it. So … what about like a porta-potty, like they use at the park?” Melanie tilted her head. “How … would that work?” “Okay, work with me here, this is just off the top of my head. But … maybe an enclosed box with a door for some privacy, a seat and a container underneath, partially filled with disinfectant. That’s how those porta-potties work anyway. And a truck comes and just empties the chamber with a big hose. But in this case, we’d have to take the bucket and bring it back up the ladder for me to dump and wash out, but it would probably last a few days before the bucket filled up, and the disinfectant keeps it from getting too bad. Do you guys … think it would work?” They looked at each other, talking incoherently. I saw a couple scrunched up noses as they talked, but after a couple minutes they seemed to come to a consensus and all turned back to me. Melanie spoke for the group. “We think that’ll work. I guess if someone breaks in, we can’t just come back up here and run to the bathroom.” “No. If someone breaks in, you guys all need to be down there and quiet as you can be, my hope is they never even realize there IS a panic room. That’s why the access is under the bed and I tried to make the cutout flush with the rest of the floor. I can’t take a chance of something happening – to any of you. Even if they found the hole and moved the bed to get to it, they’d have trouble reaching down there. The hole is too small for a grown man’s arm to fit. That’s the whole idea. If you’re making noise they’ll wonder where it’s coming from. Thus … the two inside cameras. So you have a way to see if the coast is clear if you do have to come out for anything.” Keisha just shook her head. “Wow. And you came up with all that … and built that in a day? Honestly I’m impressed.” I flashed her a grin. “Thank you. Now … how about I get those snacks and the water set up, and then I’ll go work on this porta-potty while you all finish stocking. I guess Becky, you don’t have to help unless you want to, I did promise … since you volunteered for umm … other duties.” She giggled. “That’s alright. I can help.” She’d been giggling a lot since lunchtime. I thought it was adorable. So I went about gathering the snacks, Cindy offered to come with me and point out what they wanted, and I partially filled a couple of ziploc bags with a mix of items. Enough to last a few days with five tiny mouths to feed, not so heavy that they’d have any trouble getting them down the hole. I brought Cindy back along with the two ziploc bags and deposited everything at the foot of the bed. Then I dug around in the closet and found not one, but two little pump bottles. I had no idea where I’d gotten them, but I was able to wash them out thoroughly and then fill them with bottled water and bring them back. Each one probably held the equivalent of more than five gallons of water, so I hoped that would be enough for all of them to get through a couple days or maybe more. I stretched my arm under the bed, holding a bottle aloft above the hole, and slowly lowered it, while two of the girls stood underneath and grabbed hold of it to lower it the rest of the way. Once both bottles were down, the girls went about organizing, while I went back to the garage to work on my idea for a porta-potty. I had to figure out something that would fit down the hole – which was the diameter of a door knob cutout. I still had a piece of the core I’d cut out of the subfloor, so I could easily measure with that. I suspected this was going to be too tight for any of the girls to sit down on a seat inside a tube that diameter, so I’d have to make something they could assemble. I made six panels with balsa wood, which was light enough I could cut it with a small craft blade, and I created notches for the panels to fit together, dry-fitting them as I went along to make sure it would work. The finished ‘room’ would be about 2.5 inches wide but 5 inches long, enough for one of the girls to sit down. I cut out a door into an end panel, with a seam of tape on both sides to serve as a simple hinge, and a hole cutout to use for a handle. So now I had the structure itself. Next was the seat and a place for the bucket. I found a large plastic shampoo bottle and cut out the bottom of it, fashioning a twist-tie through two tiny holes to serve as a handle. I’d thought about a medicine cup, but was afraid it would fill up too quickly with five girls down there. I cut more balsa wood into a box to fit over the bucket, gluing the pieces together securely since this section would fit down the hatch in one piece. I cut out a small hole, then smoothed out the top with fine sand paper, knowing the girls would be sitting their cute little bottoms on this, and added some clear spray sealant, in an attempt to make it water-resistant. In retrospect I should have probably built that piece first, but five minutes with a hair dryer seemed to at least make it dry to the touch. Then I brought all the pieces with me back to the bedroom, where I found the girls waiting for me, they’d brought everything down already except for this. I set the pieces down in front of them and showed everyone how they assembled and how the ‘toilet’ would work. Not perfect, but they appreciated that there’d actually be a door – and a seat. That seemed more than enough of a trade-off for the bucket. Keisha just looked at the portable bathroom and shook her head. “You built that whole thing in like … 45 minutes?” I shrugged. “I was lucky, I had all the materials already. It would take a lot longer if I had to go out and get something.” She snorted. “Damn. Maybe you really are a genius.” Melanie smirked. “Told you!” So I lay down on my belly and lay the pieces under the bed next to the hole. The girls were able to take it from there, some below and some up top, lowering the pieces one by one through the hole and into the little room. Though granted, the room seemed tiny for me, but in reality it was to them about the size of a hotel room. So I suppose they could manage down there for a couple days if they had to. I just hoped it would never come to that, but as their only protector and caregiver, I had to have a contingency. It wasn’t like I could just call my neighbor down the street and say ‘hey buddy, quick favor, can you lord over these five miniature women for me for a few days?’ - not gonna happen. For that matter, few people even knew they existed, and minus those goons, the only ones who even knew they were here at my house were Sergeant Joe, who would probably have no idea what to do with them, or Andrew, who was currently in the hospital ICU, or maybe possibly those other three officers that were in the mansion when we were there – one of which was probably also at the hospital given he was bleeding with a concussion when I saw him down in the bunker. I wasn’t even sure if the officers outside were let in on the secret. The police seemed to be making a real effort to keep this whole shrinking thing out of the public eye. As the girls managed to get all the pieces down into the panic room and begin assembling their new bathroom, Keisha walked over to me. I was still laying on the floor, I rolled over on my side but hadn’t gotten up yet. Keisha had been lowering the pieces from above the hatch, while the others waited at the bottom of the ladder to collect them and move them. She stepped in front of me and just looked at me for a minute, as if contemplating something. “How are you doing?” I asked, trying to break the silence. She snorted. “You really are something, aren’t you?” “What do you mean?” “Everything you’ve done for them. Yeah, they all give you sexual favors, but it doesn’t seem to bother them and … it doesn’t seem like you ever force them. They do it … because they want to.” “You seem … surprised by that. Like you expected something else?” I was a little annoyed, but I had to remember she was new to the group. She had no history with us beyond waking up this morning. So I remained patient. She grimaced. “Actually, yeah I did. These pretty young women running around, scantily clad, and you hold all the power around here. Most males – maybe most women too – would abuse that. I … was just waiting to see that side of you come out. But it didn’t. I was wrong. I see now, you really are one of the good guys. I suppose nobody can blame you for indulging a little when they’re practically throwing themselves at you.” I snorted. “It is pretty hard to resist. But I would never intentionally do anything to hurt them. And I try hard to be careful. So you’re not … upset with me for that?” “No. Not really. In fact, I … “ She turned to make sure the others weren’t within earshot yet. “I might just take you up on that … “ she waved at my waist “if you want me to. I suppose every one of us will be doing it at some point. So … “ “Like ripping off the bandaid? Get it over with?” She snorted. “Something like that. Though the more I know you and see what you’ve done for all of them … all of us I suppose … the more I’m okay with it.” “Are you sure?” “Maybe. Okay, yes.” “Okay” I said softly. “You know, Melanie was my first serious girlfriend. Like someone I would consider marrying some day. I started college pretty early, so I was a lot younger than my classmates. Being 15 in a class of 22 year olds wasn’t … conducive to getting dates. So maybe subconsciously I’m making up for lost time, you know?” She laughed. “Maybe so.” Then she paused for a moment. “Though if Melanie is really your girlfriend, how does SHE feel about all this? I know if I were in her shoes, I would NOT be comfortable watching my boyfriend do … all this with other women right in front of me.” “Actually,” I interjected, “it was her idea.” She snorted. “Really. With Maria for example. She’d come to visit one day and Melanie literally asked her to stay over. Insisted it was for my own good because I do more for her than she does for me. Not that I believe that myself mind you, but she does. And when Cindy and Becky joined us, she encouraged them.” She sighed. “Tell you what, sometime this afternoon, when you’re ready you come find me, and I’ll … “ she snorted. “dance around your pole.” I said softly, “Okay.” ---------------------- Later that afternoon, after checking the cameras again for any activity, I needed to use the restroom. As I got to the door I head splashing, so I tapped on the door frame first and asked “Everything okay in there? I just needed to use the bathroom.” I heard some laughing and then “It’s fine, come on in.” I stuck my head in and found the girls were all relaxing in the sink, it was filled with hot water and they were using it as a hot tub. I was ogling them before I could stop myself. Melanie flipped around, her elbows on the sink rim, and said, “Honey, if you’re just going to stand there, then come rub my back, pretty please?” She said it so sweetly I couldn’t resist, not that I was going to anyway. I reached out to her with two fingers and began gently rubbing her shoulders, eliciting a little purr. As I rubbed her back, I glanced around at the others. At the four pairs of breasts floating right around the surface of the water. And how I didn’t mind one bit that nobody thought to ask me for some bath bubbles. I resisted the temptation to just reach out my other hand and start playing with these breasts, it was like they were taunting me. But I knew they were already giving me time with them of their own accord – I’d enjoyed each of them up close and personal. The speaking of which, reminded me of what Keisha had told me maybe an hour ago. After a couple minutes, I asked, “Are you guys going to be okay if I … “ Maria snorted. Melanie gave a happy sigh, but said, “Honey, go ahead. I don’t think it bothers anyone. And we’re hogging the bathroom anyway.” I muttered “Okay” and broke away to step over to the toilet. As I relieved myself I caught a couple sets of eyes glancing over, like they were checking me out. Sheesh, it’s not like they hadn’t seen it before. But still, wasn’t I just ogling them too? Suppose it goes both ways. So I finished up, washed my hands – grateful this little house at least had a double sink in the only bathroom – and stepped away, adding, “I’ll be back in a minute.” Before I got a response, I went back to the bedroom. Checking the clock, we still had an hour or two before dinner, and in late spring it wasn’t getting dark until well into the evening, so I felt like we had some free time, and it was unlikely the goons would try anything before dark. The girls were ready for that, if the goons came to the house the girls would be able to stay in the panic room for days if they had to, monitoring the situation inside and outside the house from the little command center (fashioned from an old cell phone) without having to come up for anything. I felt like they’d be safe. So I fished through my dresser and found another pair of briefs, changing into those and then putting my shorts back on. Then I returned to the bathroom. The girls were all still lounging in their ‘hot tub’ but the conversation trailed off when I walked in. I just looked at Keisha, and she looked back at me, and after a moment I saw comprehension in her expression. “Hey Keisha, are you ready?” She snorted. “Surprised it took you this long.” I smirked. “It was a monumental effort.” She laughed. “Okay.” She climbed up out of the sink and grabbed a wash cloth to dry herself off. The others looked like they hadn’t gotten the memo. But that was alright, they’d see in a minute. I waited patiently while she dried off. Then she put the towel down and simply said, “I’m ready.” “Okay.” I reached for her and gently wrapped my fingers around her, lifting her up in the air. I held her for a minute, admiring her close up, her brown skin, her dark nipples, and then I planted a kiss on her stomach, brushing the bottom of her breasts with my upper lip. Then I brought her lower, hovering near my chest, while I reached down with the thumb of my other hand and pulled back the waistband of both my briefs and shorts. She looked up at me. “I guess you did remember to put briefs on?” I smirked. “Definitely.” She chuckled. “That’s good. If I’m going to be your willing captive for a little while, I don’t want to have to worry about sliding down your leg. Now you relax and let me just worry about making you feel good for a while.” “Okay.” At that, I slowly lowered her into my briefs and set her down against my scrotum. As I slipped my hand away, I traced a finger down her back, down her ass and between her legs, lingering for a moment around that tiny tuft of black hair and brushing her folds below it. She looked up at me and smirked. I slid my finger away, gave her a moment to get herself settled in, and then I closed her in, sliding my thumb out of the waistband. I just stood there for a moment, I could feel her squirming down there. The others all looked at me and there were a couple of surprised looks on their faces. I remarked, “She and I were talking while the rest of you were setting up the new bathroom. She offered and said to come get her when I was ready. So … “ Cindy remarked, “I’m just surprised she’s come around so quickly, she’s jumped in before me … “ I asked her, “Cindy, are you actually thinking you’re open to trying this?” She nodded. “Maybe. I’ve thought about … stuff. And I … the more I think about it, the more I realize there’s no reason for me to put limitations on what you and I can do. It’s not like I’m in my old life and we snuck away to a hotel room and got it on. Yes I’m hoping to go back to that life, but until then that life is on hold and this is a … different life. You know? And why should I deprive you, the one person who’s actually trying to help me, when sure as hell nobody else was deprived of it for the last two months. So I’m saying … we can go all the way if you want. No restrictions. If you want.” I just looked at her, a little surprised at this turn of events. The look on my face must have shown, as she snorted. “Don’t look so surprised. You don’t believe me?” I was about dumbfounded, but I pulled myself together quickly. The others were speechless. Aside from Keisha, I could feel her moving around down there but I’m not sure how clearly she could hear any of this conversation from her position. “You’re sure you’re okay with that?” “I said yes, didn’t I?” she said snarkily. “Just find me when you’re ready and I’ll prove it.” “I might just do that.” I reached down to Melanie and stroked her back, my finger slipping down and caressing her bottom. I bent down and whispered, “I’m going to step out and just enjoy Keisha for a little bit, but after you’re done here you can come find me if you want to. You can wait and get dressed later.” I kissed her on the side of the face and then stood up straight and strolled out to the hallway, Keisha still squirming down there. I wasn’t in any hurry for her to finish. Back in the kitchen, I reached down to see where she was at, and felt her through the fabric. I let my finger linger there on her bottom for a few moments, and she stilled herself, perhaps waiting to see what I would do. I gently pinched her bottom between my finger and thumb. Then I sat down on a chair in the kitchen, and then pulled back the waistband. She looked up at me. “Hi, Keisha. How’s it going down there?” She chuckled. “Just a little exploring.” I reached my other hand down there and stroked her leg. She asked, “Hey, anything in particular you want me to do while I’m down here? Other than get you off? I figure that’s kinda the climax anyway.” She snorted at her own joke. “Since I’ll be all slimy after that.” I snorted myself. “True. Well, Maria and Becky each … got themselves off too, while they were down there. So you could be part of the trend.” “Got … themselves off?” She looked almost mortified. “Yeah. I can literally feel everything down there, so I’ll feel you stroke yourself, feel you tremble, hear you moan. It’s kinda hot.” She thought about it for a moment. “Huh.” “You don’t have to. Just an idea.” “Tell you what” she replied. “How about you help me out with that?” “How do you mean?” She snorted. “I’ll let you figure that out.” At that I closed up my waistband. I grabbed a water and went out to the back yard for a few minutes. It was still warm, the late afternoon sun still up around the tops of the trees in back. I sat down in my lawn chair to relax. My mind drifted back to that first day when all of this adventure started. When I sat back here with a beer and a good book, and got that frantic call from Melanie that would change everything. I mused about that for a few moments and then I heard a groan. Huh, maybe she WAS going to get herself off while she was down there. I could feel her arm moving in a slow rhythmic motion, against my skin down there. I brought my hand down and felt her bottom through the fabric, and cupped it with three fingers, and I could feel her subtle movements as she worked herself. Sure enough. I rubbed one of those fingers up and down her crack and heard her moan a little louder, so encouraged by that I kept rubbing her there. I took a little peek, pulling up the waistband just enough to see and try not to disturb her. I saw her head, her breasts pressed against the base of my shaft, and I could see her arm moving. I suppose I wasn’t discreet enough, as she glanced up and saw me watching her. She continued on though, still working at her little cunt. I pulled it back further, enough that she was no longer pressed against me, and I could see her breasts better, a sheen of sweat on them. I pulled the waistband out as far as I could and said, “Lean back as far as you can.” She just looked up at me for a moment, but was far enough along that she wasn’t stopping for an audience. I reached in with my other hand and stroked her sweaty breast and then pinched a breast between my finger and thumb. She grunted and threw her head back in a moan. I slid my hand further, working two fingers under her ass, lifting her up a little bit and giving me a view of her hand as she rubbed herself down there. I said, “Cum for me Keisha.” She pumped herself harder, and it wasn’t long before I was rewarded with her climax, her breathing heavy and erratic as she finally looked back up at me, her hand sliding away from her wet snatch as she reached for something to brace herself. After giving her a minute to come down from her peak, I took her with my hand and turned her sideways, my thumb upon her breasts and my middle finger between her legs. I began stroking her there, eliciting another moan, and after a few moments she succumbed to the sensation, starting to move her hips in rhythm with my finger, while my thumb slid over and around her large breasts and brushed her hard dark nipples with every pass. This second time didn’t take long before she was moaning and groaning and exploded on my finger. Sliding my finger away, I brushed her cheek with my thumb before I removed my hand, tasting her juice on my finger as I closed her back in. She still hadn’t started pleasuring me down there, I figured she was waiting on that until last, so she wouldn’t be soaked and sticky for too long. Though she had to know that she would be in there until I decided it was time to bring her out. I snorted to myself. She had called herself my willing captive, and I suppose there was some truth to that. I wasn’t figuring on being mean to her, I’d stop before it ever got to that point, but as long as she was willing, I’d enjoy as much as I could. I got up and headed back into the house. As I did, I saw Melanie standing there, naked. She blushed a little as she caught my eye. “Hey honey” she said. “Did you already … umm … “ “OH. No. Not yet. She was just fooling around down there and I thought I’d sit outside for a few minutes and relax. She hasn’t … finished that yet.” “Oh. Good. I was afraid I was … too late. You know, we seem to be making a thing of this …” “Cumming at the same time?” She smirked. “Yeah. I kinda like it. Though, I’m not sure what you’ll do when it’s … my turn down there.” “I … might not do anything, just sit back and enjoy it. But speaking of enjoying … “ I reached down for her and she let me scoop her up in my hand and whisk her away. “You’re looking very sexy.” She snorted. “It’s the same me that you always see.” “But you don’t usually greet me in your birthday suit. It’s kinda funny, Maria was talking about trying to get everyone to just stay naked for a day.” She laughed. “That sounds like her.” “But now that I’ve got you … and Keisha seems to be taking her time getting me off …” “Oh?” She said coyly. “What did you have in mind?” “I … seem to remember this little vixen telling me how she’d like to sit in my hand and do whatever I ask her to.” She smirked. “Yes.” “Okay … so … tell me you love me.” “I love you.” she grinned. “Touch your breasts.” She reached up and cupped her breasts with her hands. “Put your feet in my mouth.” I opened my mouth and held her up so she could fit her feet in my mouth. I closed my lips around them and licked and tickled them for a minute, eliciting some giggles and squirming before I released them. It was right about then when I felt Keisha stroke my shaft for the first time. I whispered to Melanie, “I think she’s getting started. I don’t know if she’ll be fast or slow.” She responded, “So … what should we do in the meantime?” I laughed softly. “Oh, I’m sure we can come up with something.” At that I took a walk back to the living room sofa and kicked my feet up on the coffee table, intending to enjoy Keisha’s ministrations while I took my time pleasuring my girlfriend. “So. What did you have in mind?” she asked coyly. “Well … seeing as I have you under my control and you have to do what I say … “ She giggled. “Your wish is my command.” She had a hard time saying it with a straight face. “I think … “ I flashed her a wicked grin “that you should start warming yourself up. You do you while Keisha does me.” “You want me to … “ her eyebrows shot up as she spoke. I nodded. “Yep. Touch yourself for me. When Keisha has me almost there, then I’ll step in and help you finish.” She smirked. “Okay. But only for you.” Then she leaned back in my hand and stretched her little arms and legs. I watched with anticipation as she lowered her hand, sliding her fingers slowly down her abdomen, until she reached her mound. She spread her fingers and ran them gently up and down either side a few times, and then brought them closer in, brushing her labia. Just then, I felt Keisha take a few licks down below. “Mmm” I murmured, and Melanie looked up into my eyes and smiled. I smiled back at her and continued to take her all in, her fingers lightly dancing around the edges of her little cunt. I whispered, “fondle your breast with your other hand for me.” She looked like she was going to respond, but then instead just nodded and brought her other hand up to touch her breast. She caressed it with one hand while she began sliding her fingers along her vaginal lips. I held her up close, watching her moves. Keisha started to work at my shaft with a little more determination. I could feel her knees wrapped around me closer to the base, her arms wrapped around me closer to the top, and her tiny lips and tongue working on the head. I let out little moans and groans as I watched Melanie finally slide a finger along the space where her lips met, and as her finger came up and brushed her own clit, I felt her shudder just a little in my hand. With my own free hand, I patted gently around the front of my shorts, finding Keisha and stroking my finger down the length of her body, through the fabric. Then I brought my hand up and traced along Melanie’s leg, as it draped over my wrist, and up over her thigh, trying to avoid her own hand, as I watched her flick her own clit a few times, before she finally slid one finger between her folds for the first time, past her first knuckle, and ran it up and down the length. Just as Melanie drove a finger towards her cervix, I felt Keisha’s tiny tongue against the tip of my head, and it was almost simultaneous, Melanie’s finger diving into herself as Keisha’s tiny tongue french kissed me down there. Both of us shuddered and groaned together. I could feel Keisha’s mouth attacking with animalistic fervor, her arms wrapped around the base of the head, and I knew it wouldn’t be too much longer. I held out as long as I could, eager to watch as Melanie’s fingers started to shimmer from her own fluids as she dove into her own canal. Finally I knew I was close, and I took my own finger up between her legs and rubbed her parted labia and the bottom edge of her cervix. She continued working it herself, as if she was in a rhythm and didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t blame her, it was beautiful to watch. I stimulated her labia with two fingers, while she kept her own fingers in the middle, her hips rocking against her own hand. I stepped up my rubbing to bring her along quickly, and in a few moments I felt her stiffen and shudder with her climax, right before I came myself, letting a moan loose as I shook, dousing Keisha in a hot semen bath. For a minute after that, we both just rested, letting our breathing steady. I stroked her arm with my thumb as she lay back and stretched. I kissed her a few times, soft kisses on her bare, flushed skin. She shivered a little. She looked me in the eyes and said “So was it like you thought it would be?” I played dumb. “How do you mean?” She smirked. “Watching me do all the work?” I grinned. “Was it that much work? Yes, I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you.” She let a small laugh escape before she spoke. “So are you going to just hold me? You really shouldn’t leave Keisha down there. She worked hard to make you happy, you should give her a break now.” I snorted. “True. I probably shouldn’t have left Maria down there so long either. Or Becky.” “See the pattern?” She gave me a serious look for just a second as she said it, and then cracked a smile. “You’re going to let this trip get to your head, and a big reason everyone likes you is you don’t walk around with a big ego. You treat them all like people. I’m worried you’re going to slip up and push it too far.” “So,” I said softly, “what do you think I should do?” “I think after you get Keisha cleaned up – and be extra nice to her by the way - lay off and take a break from this. DO NOT be trying to have all five of us get you off in one day. We’ll all be here tomorrow. Shoot, nobody’s going anywhere until you get this solved. And you said yourself you can’t solve it in a day.” I just thought about it for a moment. “You’re right. Of course. I know those goons are out there, and if they try to break in the house I’m sure it’ll be after dark. So how about if we do dinner and a movie, lounge around and then you guys can all turn in and get some rest.” “What about you?” “I need to rest too, but I’ve got to check those cameras at the mansion. It looks like the place is just closed off with caution tape, I didn’t see anyone watching the place. They don’t know I took the element, so they could well be watching the place and plotting to steal back the machine. That will be more important to them than coming after me – or us. But once they figure out the element is missing, they’ll make a beeline here. So we have to be prepared.” She nodded. “Okay. Tell you what … OH.” She laughed. “I was about to ask if you want to dress me like last time, I know you enjoyed that. But I didn’t bring any with me.” I said softly, “That’s okay. We have to go that way anyway, right? How about I bring you to the bathroom. I’ll tell the others about our movie night, you all can pick a movie and I’ll be back in there in a minute once I get some clean clothes.” “Okay.” So at that, I brought her back to the bathroom, where the others were just drying off from their time in the sink ‘hot tub.’ I kissed her again before setting her down, and I let them in on the movie plans, before heading back to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my waistband out. “Hey Keisha” I said as I looked inside and saw her dark skin had a pearly look from the coating of cum that hadn’t dried yet. She turned her neck and looked up at me, wiping some muck from her face with her hand. “Hey there. I was wondering how long you were going to leave me down here. It’s getting kinda sticky.” I snorted. “I can see. Yes, gonna get you out of there in just a minute, and we can get cleaned up. You deserve some pampering after all that work.” Now she snorted. “I hope it was worth it.” I grinned. “Definitely. You were amazing down there.” She smirked. “Alright. Let’s get me out of here then.” “Okay, just give me a sec.” I closed up the waistband and grabbed a towel, then headed back to the bathroom, where I hung up the towel, and then reached in to gently collect Keisha and bring her out into the open. I brought her to the other sink, turned the water on and waited until it was warm, and set her down. “Do you want me to help wash you?” She laughed. “After all that, you’re asking if it’s okay to touch? Go ahead. I’m doing my own hair, though. I have a feeling you’re going to struggle with that.” “True.” I reached for her and gently lathered her chest and back, while she washed her own hair. We continued and she let me lather up other parts. I remarked, “You know, I can tell you work out.” She smirked. “Oh you can, can you?” “Yes, and your toned muscles are sexy.” She laughed at that. We finished washing up, I turned of the water and handed her a small washcloth to dry off with. By this point the others were mostly dressed and just lounging around, watching us. They brought up the movie night and filled Keisha in on what they’d already discussed to see if she had an interest in any of them. In the meantime, I got undressed myself and hopped in for a quick shower. After I stepped in, I stuck my head out and told them to let me know once they pick something out, and I can make dinner and bring it to them. Then I started washing up, and as the hot water hit me, my mind drifted back and forth between the events of the day, as crazy as they were, and my fears for what might happen if those goons show up. We had to be on guard. |
1693115221 | melanie48 | After I washed up and changed, and before I even started dinner, I gathered some of the girls’ dirty clothes and washed them in the sink. They were too small for me to just throw everything in the washing machine or dryer, and I wasn’t sure how well they’d hold up. Though Maria had pointed out that they make mesh bags for washing delicates. Maybe I should find something like that. Though for now, we were about to run out of tiny clothes – with five bodies to clothe it didn’t take long. I rinsed them and brought them to lay out on a towel on top of the dryer for now. Heading to the kitchen, I started whipping something up, and then as the oven heated up I went back to the bedroom to check on the girls. I knew they were used to watching movies on the little laptop screen, but I suggested watching the regular television from up on the bed. So they wouldn’t be straining their necks the whole time. After all, I was trying to pamper them after all they did for me throughout the day, trying to show my appreciation. So I brought them up to the bed and let them get comfortable, even giving them the remote to start picking out the movie, while I went back to the kitchen to finish cooking. I was making tiny pizzas again, because they weren’t TOO hard to make, but mostly because the girls could eat them by hand while watching the movie. I took a tortilla and cut it into smaller circles with a cookie cutter, covering each with a dab of sauce, a whole pepperoni slice and some shredded cheese, then slicing them with a pizza cutter after a few minutes in the oven. I even had some soda, which I don’t drink very often but I pulled out a can and filled a Barbie pitcher with it – first time I’d used that, it came with the table set, but I was starting to realize that would be a lot easier than filling everyone’s glasses individually all evening long. Everything settled, I lay it all out on a tray – in this case a butter tray – and brought it back to the bedroom, laying it right in the middle so everyone could help themselves. I went back to get some food for myself – an actual frozen personal pizza, which I hadn’t offered them as I suspected it was way too big for them to deal with. Then I joined them just as they were starting the movie. Apparently they voted to wait for me so I wouldn’t miss the beginning. Which wasn’t necessary, but I appreciated it nonetheless. ----------------- Partway through the movie – punctuated by the girls eating, drinking and chatting it up – I got up to use the restroom. The others decided this would be a good time to pause the movie and take a potty break, so I offered to grab the basket, which I did, and then returned and lay it on the bed, so everyone who wanted a bathroom trip could climb in. I waited for them to settle in and sit down, then I lifted the basket. Looking down at the basket, which I held at chest height, I muttered, “Everyone needs to go?” I got a couple of snorts in response. I set the basket down gently and let them file out. With all five of them there, they were likely going to use both sinks rather than wait in line. I set the basket over on the back of the toilet and then turned to go. Maria quipped, “I thought you had to go too?” I shrugged. “I can wait a few minutes.” She laughed. “What, you can’t go in front of a group of women? It’s not like we haven’t all seen it – up close and personal. Some of us pretty recently.” I snorted. “Okay. If it doesn’t bother you guys.” “As long as it doesn’t bother you if WE go.” “Touche’. Okay.” I proceeded to whip it out and then noticed everyone who wasn’t already going, was watching. Geez. So I carried on. As I finished up and was about to flush, I glanced at the girls. No, it definitely didn’t bother them, both Maria and Melanie were squatting over the two drains as I finished up. Well, I’d seen them both go often enough, and they’d seen me often enough, but I guess it was a little more of of a novelty for the three newest members of our group. They waited until I finished first. And I noticed Keisha just starting at it. I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. “Did you forget what it looks like that quickly?” She broke her eyes away for a moment and snorted. “Sorry. First time I’ve ever seen a guy … do that. In front of me anyway.” I turned closer and held it up in front of her. “You’re sure you’re not just missing it really badly? You’re welcome to … “ She chuckled. “Very funny. But fine. Bring that bad boy over here.” I swung it up in front of her face. She put her hands out on either side and gave it a kiss. “Damn, you’re going to get me all excited again.” She broke away from it and laughed. “We can’t have that now, can we? I figured between the three of us, we’d have worn you out by now.” “Pretty much” I snorted. “And … seriously though.” I glanced at Melanie and she gave me a gentle smile back. “I’m worried about letting all of that get to my head and going on a power trip or something. It was really exciting, but … I don’t want to be anything like those animals that … some of you had to deal with. I’m supposed to be taking care of you all, not … the other way around.” Keisha gave me a more sobering look. “True, but you can have both. Just in moderation, as they say. You’re doing a good job here, I’ve only been here a day and I can see that myself.” I sighed. “Thank you. I appreciate that. Tell you what, I’m going to go check on something, I’ll be back in a few minutes and I can bring everyone back to finish the movie.” -------------------------- I headed back to the office. It had been a couple hours at least – right after Keisha had finished up – I smiled to myself at that thought – since I’d checked for any activity. Though I knew it was more likely something would happen after dusk – and my gut still told me they’d go after the machine first, the extraterrestrial element being so critical to restarting their underground operation. Certainly more important than trying to go after us for revenge, though they did go after Andrew last night, beating him up and torturing him for answers. What he actually may have told him I didn’t really know. He didn’t know our address, I’d never told him that. But he had my phone number – and I knew the phone I’d given him was no longer working. He knew that Becky and Cindy, as well as Melanie and Maria, were all here with me. Which I’m sure helped connect the dots for them as to how Becky and Cindy escaped their cage and what led the police to the mansion when this Bob probably thought he had everything wrapped up. Though he was there for my rescue of Melanie and Maria – with some bruises or maybe even welts to show for it - and he might have some idea what I look like, despite my attempt at hiding my identity through the cap, mask and the borrowed lab coat. Given all that, it was prudent to keep checking those cameras. As soon as they discovered that the element was missing from the machine, they’d probably piece things together and come here next. Both for revenge and to find the element. They may either figure I had it myself, or if not, I’d know where it was. The police wouldn’t have known to extract the element from the machine to disable it. But they would at least suspect that I would have figured that out. Plus they knew the girls were here – and getting them back would be a bonus – and their value on the black market might cover their losses while they rebuilt their operation somewhere else. I knew the only reason they set up here in town, was because the only known source of the element on the planet was here at Advanced Future Tech. So I logged on to the app that was collecting the camera feed. And then I gasped. It was getting dark – not pitch black but dark enough that there were shadows everywhere. Difficult to make out much detail. But enough that I could tell something changed at the entrance. The caution tape across the drive was down. In this neighborhood, sparsely populated with mansions on several acres each, it wasn’t likely someone would just walk up and pull the tape down. No, it was more likely someone did it intentionally – like to pull a truck in. I didn’t see any other activity, but I went backwards in the recorded feed – and sure enough, a truck was there – not even 30 minutes ago. Shit. That had to have been them. Who else would wait until dusk, pull down the caution tape and back a box truck up the drive? And it looked like the truck was in and out of there pretty quickly. They had this planned and got in and out in a hurry. It had to be them. Now how long until they figured out the element was missing – and how long after that, until they come here looking for answers? I glanced at my phone. I found Sergeant Joe’s number, but stopped myself. What was I going to say, that we put hidden cameras at the mansion? No, instead I put the number on speed dial as a precaution, and then called up the home security app on my phone, so I could keep watch on the outside cameras around the house. Any sign of movement and we’d have to take action. ---------------------- Back at the bathroom, I held the basket while the girls climbed in and sat down. It still was pretty cool, I thought, to hold five women in a basket like this. I lifted the basket slowly up into the air, and turned to walk back towards the bedroom, but just held it there for a moment, five tiny sets of eyes looking back at me. “Damn but you all are sexy.” That elicited more than one snort. Maria said flatly, “Nice of you to notice.” “Oh, I can’t help but notice.” I paused for a moment and then sighed. “I’m really going to miss this when it’s all over and you go back to your lives.” Cindy spoke up. “It’s not like you’ll never see us again. Shit, going through all of this together? Even when we’re … back to normal, you’ll probably have trouble getting rid of us.” “I appreciate that. Really. I know your own lives have been put on hold because of this, and we’re kinda all forced together by circumstances … “ Melanie spoke up. “Honey, why are you so melancholy and sentimental all of a sudden? Did something happen?” “Tell you what. Before the movie starts I need to talk to you guys about something serious for just a minute.” They all looked at each other. Becky asked “Shit. This isn’t about the … shrinking, is it? You can’t reverse it?” Her voice cracked towards the end. “OH. NO. Not about that. I’m certain I can reverse it, it’s just going to take some work. It might take me a while but I WILL solve that. No, this is something else.” Becky gave a sigh of relief, but there was still apprehension in everyone’s faces. I headed back to the bedroom and set the basket on the bed so they could climb out. I sat cross-legged on the bed myself and they all sat around, waiting to hear what I had to say. I took a calming breath first. Five sets of nervous eyes, tiny as they were, were making ME nervous. Geez, get over myself. “Alright. You remember those goons we said were on the loose?” Cindy blurted out, “They didn’t hurt Andrew again, did they?” “NO. Sorry. Not that. He’s in the hospital, but he’s safe there. He may be there for a little while, but he’s stable and they tell me he’s going to be alright. No, but they’re still out there. And I’m worried they could be headed HERE.” “What … what makes you say that?” “They were just at the mansion sometime in the past hour. With a truck. I had a hunch they were going to try to get that machine first, mainly because of the element. Without it the machine is useless, and without it they can’t build another machine.” “But you took the element, right?” “Yeah. And as soon as they figure out it’s missing, this may be the first place they come looking for it. Or for answers.” “Why would they come here first?” “Think about it. Would the police know to take the element out of the machine? Who WOULD know? Just the person who … helped Melanie and Maria escape from Level 7 and beat them up in the process … and then helped the two of you escape from your cage at the lab. Remember, Andrew knew about that. And then they tortured him for information. So now THEY might know.” “But does he even know where you live?” “Not the address, but Andrew had my phone number … and could describe me … and I’m pretty sure the guy who was tailing him and then chased after me, could probably describe me … even if Bob couldn’t, seeing as I had a disguise on when I broke onto Level 7. And they probably have figured out by now, or at least suspect, that I’m involved in tipping off the police as well. So they have several reasons to seek me out. Plus, they probably know all of you are here staying with me. Andrew knew that for sure - and I can’t imagine they wouldn’t have tried to beat that out of him. So even if they can’t get the element right here at this stop, I would be their best lead on where to find it. They can torture me until I cough up where it’s hidden, and in the meantime I’m sure they would want to capture all of you to sell off and recoup their losses. So … yeah, they’re coming here. No doubt.” “So what do we DO?” I took another calming breath. “I’m trying to watch the outside cameras now. Soon as I see something I’ll call Sergeant Joe and then I need all five of you to run down to the panic room as fast as you can.” “What about you?” “Not much I CAN do. Keep them busy until the police arrive is my hope. It’ll be too suspicious if the place is vacant, they’ll rip the place apart searching for you all, for me, and for any information they can get.” Maria asked, “So … where did you hide this element anyway?” “I’ve got it in the glove box of the car.” “Umm … won’t they find it if they search the place?” “I’m hoping it doesn’t get that far … but … “ I sighed. “tell you what. I wonder if you guys could carry it down to the panic room? It’s just a polycarbonate cylinder, it doesn’t weigh much. The panic room they can’t get to, I designed it that way, the hole is too small for an arm to reach inside even if they find it.” “Well then you should go get it now … I guess.” “Okay. You guys can keep watching the movie if you want, I’ll be back in a minute.” At that I got up and walked to the garage, where I fished the cube out of my glove box. Just as I was shutting the car door and heading back inside, I glanced at my phone and thought I saw something. I wasn’t sure, but I slowly walked and watched the camera feed from my phone. Shit, sure enough. There was someone outside. I sprinted back to the bedroom as quickly as I could, knelt down, and told the girls there may be someone outside. They all jumped up to their feet. I gently lifted them one at a time, setting them down at the foot of the bed, where they made a beeline for the trap door under the bed. I lifted Melanie last. “Be careful” I whispered. “You too. I’m worried about you. Don’t take any chances alright? We need you. I need you.” I kissed her. “I won’t. But here.” I handed her the cube, it was about the size of a microwave oven but not nearly as heavy. “Take this and hide it down there. And don’t forget to watch the cameras before you come out. And if you need to reach me … “ She put up her hand to hush me. “I know. I love you honey.” “I love you too.” I set her down and watched her run towards the trap door and down, lowering the door behind her. I speed-dialed Sergeant Joe. He picked up and grumbled, “What?” I said quietly, “There are people outside. I think it might be Bob and his cronies.” “Shit.” Just then I heard glass break and the front door kicked in all at once. I put the phone on mute and tossed it under the mattress and jumped back. I did NOT want them busting MY phone, not after I was sure they busted Andrew’s phone after forcing him to cough up the PIN – how else would they have gotten my number? That was about as far as I could think. Here was some thug climbing through the window. As I jumped up and stepped back, I felt someone’s grimy grip on my shoulder. The thug in front of me socked me in the stomach. DAMN that hurt. I bent over, the wind knocked out of me. I tried elbowing the guy behind me as I started to stand up, and he let go of my shoulder, and then I swung my leg out to kick the thug in front of me. I felt a satisfying thump as my bare foot connected with his leg and he stumbled back. But before I could get any further, another guy came through from behind and pointed a pistol at me. Shit. With three of them in the room, my odds were getting worse by the minute. My shoulders slumped. This wasn’t looking very good. Yeah, I’d taken two of them back in the lab, but I did sneak up on them and I had a heavy glass carboy as a weapon. Two of them gripped me, one on each side, while the thug that came through the window laughed and then pulled his fist back and whacked me in the stomach again. I heaved but those two idiots weren’t letting go of my arms, or I’d have hit the floor at that point. DAMN it that asshole. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Then as I got my breath back and turned to look, a fourth man walked in. It was Bob. Of course. No way I was taking out four of them – and with no weapon. All I could do was try to stall until the police arrived. Hoping they would. Hoping my one sentence conversation with Sergeant Joe was enough for him to send someone. I didn’t think they’d go drag me off to a warehouse like they did Andrew, at least not right away – not if they were looking for the element, or the girls. Those would likely be here with me. Hopefully that was enough to keep them here until help arrived. Bob took one look at me and smirked. “Is this him?” One of the guys grabbing my shoulder spoke. I hadn’t gotten a good look at him, but as I craned my neck to see, shit, that was the guy who’d chased after me, the guy who I’d knocked out on the stairwell and hid his phone. I knew the police had his information – from the license pic I’d snapped on my own phone – but hadn’t tracked him down yet. Then he spoke in a gravelly voice. “Yeah, it’s him.” I felt his claw dig deeper into my shoulder. Damn that was starting to hurt too. Bob’s smirk turned into a cold grin. “Good. It’s time we get some answers.” -------------------------- Melanie started running towards the trap door under the bed. She saw Keisha standing near the top of the ladder, holding the door open for her. She couldn’t run as fast as she wanted to, not with her precious cargo. This block – polycarbonate? - sheesh. It certaintly served to emphasize their difference in size. To her boyfriend it probably felt like a feather. She snorted at the thought. To her it was like a box of dishes packed up to move. Then she looked ahead and saw Keisha waving frantically at her, and she chastised herself for letting her mind wander at a time like this. She picked up speed, and Keisha grabbed the block from her, lowering it to someone below, before jumping down herself to make room for Melanie. Just as she put her foot on the ladder and went to pull the trap door down, she heard a bang so loud her ears rang. It took her a couple seconds to realize it was breaking glass, as shards longer than her leg came crashing down onto the carpet. She stifled a scream as she pulled the trap door tight and flew down the ladder, her feet hitting the floor before she hunched over and shook, almost heaving up her dinner. “What was that?!” she heard someone say. Keisha had the sense about her to motion for everyone to hush. She whispered, “That sounded like the window. Someone broke in.” Of course, thought Melanie, Keisha was an officer. She was probably used to this sort of thing and could keep her wits about her. She wasn’t as sure about herself though. The sounds above were pretty muffled, but not entirely blocked. She could just barely make out the sound of a fight. She was so scared for him that for a few moments she couldn’t get up, she was frozen into inaction. Her mind drifted to the last time her man was in a fight, coming to save her up on Level 7. She shuddered at the memory. Not that she could have done anything to help then either, not at her size, but back then she was taped to the lab bench and couldn’t even move, could barely move her head enough to see any of what was going on, while he somehow knocked out both scientists, whacking one of them with a heavy glass carboy and throwing it at the other as a distraction before taking him down. Back then he had the element of surprise. Not now. And no weapon. And … if one was here, were all four of them here? Or were there more than four? And did he even have time to call the Sergeant before they broke in? If he didn’t … Her dark thoughts were interrupted when she heard Maria announce that she had the cameras pulled up. The cameras! She’d almost forgotten in her dark reverie. She snapped her head up and looked across the room, and then forced herself up and her legs to move. She had to see what was going on. She had to know if he was … she got her first glimpse of the screen and gasped, as she saw her guy, being held by two thugs as a third – with a sneer on his face – swung a fist at him. “No! No!” she uttered, before realizing they were right above her and clamped her mouth shut. She clambered the rest of the way across the room, the other girls making room for her, just in time to see … she gasped again … and heard the others suck in breaths as they all realized the same thing. “Bob” was all Cindy had to whisper. It was all that could be said. Bob was here, and so this had to be the same four that kidnapped Andrew and tortured him in the warehouse just last night, before escaping. He was right, as soon as they realized the element was missing they would come straight here. And they did. And all she and the others could do now, was watch helplessly and stay quiet and hope they weren’t found. |
1693115225 | melanie49 | I had no intention of giving them answers. What I didn’t know, was when the police would arrive. I really hoped soon, but I only had seconds to speak with Sergeant Joe – enough time to get one sentence out and then fling my phone under the mattress. I suppose I could have called 911, but then what would I say? The Sarge already knew the situation, knew where we were, knew the girls wewre here – including his own niece – and knew these thugs were on the loose. So I figured he was the best one to call. I just hoped he would be on the way with help quickly. Now granted, it had only been what – two or three minutes? - it just seemed like longer. I was snapped out of those thoughts quickly as they dragged me out of the room. My gut was sore from those punches and my shoulders from fingers digging into them, and now they were hauling me by the shoulders. To where? “Tie him up so he don’t go nowhere” I heard one of them say, as I was shoved hard into one of the kitchen chairs. I felt my arms stretch as my wrists were tied up with – sheesh, was that one of my extension cords? Did these idiots not even bring their own rope? I glanced up and saw Bob looking around the kitchen, scowling. “Fuckin’ doll furniture. So the pets must be here too.” He glared at me. “Bet you had a lot of fun playing with my pets. Well it ends now.” Then he looked over to the side. “You search the place. Look for the pets and look for the Robertium.” Despite the claws in my shoulder, I looked up incredulously. “Robertium? SERIOUSLY?” “I discovered it. What do YOU know about it? NOTHING.” I snorted. That riled him up. He hauled off and whacked me in the jaw, the impact sending my head back and I whacked the back of the chair. DAMN that hurt. “Ya think you’re funny?” He scowled. Just then I heard someone from off to the side. “Boss, you’ve gotta see this.” He scowled again, said “Make sure he don’t get away” and then stormed off – towards the office. Shit. A few moments later I heard “What the … “ After about a minute of silence I heard, “What’s it mean, boss?” “It’s worse than I thought. It means he knows too much already. Come on.” He must have been looking at the equations I’d scrawled over most of the wall, the scientific principles behind the shrinking and my early thoughts and assumptions around a reversal of the effect. A moment later he was back in the kitchen scowling again at me. Despite my sore jaw – and lip starting to swell – I looked up and raised my eyebrows. Then I chastised myself. I really shouldn’t be cocky in this situation, a few bruises was one thing but I wasn’t going to be much help to the girls with a bunch of broken ribs. Regardless, he was just staring at me. “I … I don’t know where the fuck you got some of that … where you figured that out … but it ends now. You tell me where the Robertium is or you DIE. My pets are coming with me regardless.” I growled a little under my breath. “I figured you’re going to kill me anyway.” “Perhaps.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “I don’t know how you got involved in this … or what your connection is to any of this … but this is the end. You tell us where it is and MAYBE I let you live. If I’m feeling nice. Try anything and we’ll have to do this the hard way.” At that he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a large set of pliers. Where the hell did he get that from? He just stood there holding the pliers, probably waiting to see if I’d crack quickly and just fess up everything. Hell no. I had to protect the girls – and that element was critical if I had any hope of restoring them – plus the element was now down with them in the panic room. Find that and he’d find them. I couldn’t let that happen. I just had to stall long enough for the police to arrive. I shuddered at the sight of the pliers he waved in front of me. Yeah, I could probably think of a number of uses for those, all painful. But I had to delay. “I gave it to the police.” His eyes got big for a moment, and then he regarded me and cackled. Yes, cackled. “I really, really doubt that. Seems to me you might have some inkling of the value of Robertium. No, I suspect you have it here somewhere.” He looked up at his lackeys. “Finish securing him and then tear this place apart. I want my Robertium and I want my pets. We have limited time. GO!” Just then I heard the sound of … duct tape? Sheesh. Yeah, they started taping my ankles to the chair legs and then my arms to one of the chair rungs. What idiots. Yeah, I could probably break that, but it was going to hurt like hell. I was wishing I’d worn jeans or at least thick socks. Ever ripped duck tape off bare skin? I do NOT recommend it. I just hoped the police would be here soon. ------------------- Melanie watched the cameras as they dragged her boyfriend out of the room and down the hall. She was scared for him, but also frustrated that she couldn’t see what was going on. At first she thought it a little weird to have a camera in the bedroom – she likened it to someone hanging a mirror over the bed. But now, she was not only glad for the camera, she wished there were MORE cameras throughout the house. It was frustrating. And upsetting. And dammit, she was getting more pissed than scared. She felt like just marching out there and telling them to leave her man alone. She could feel her ears turning red as she got herself heated under the collar. Maria must have noticed the look on her face. “NO, you are NOT going out there. Just what the hell are you thinking?” The others jerked their heads around and just looked at her. “I’m … “ she stammered. “I have to … “ “Do what?” snapped Maria. “Girl, you can’t do a damn thing. Not up there. I’ll tell you all that’s going to happen. They’re going to find you, grab you, and if you’re LUCKY, just stuff you in a cage for now … you realize what they could do to force you to cough up where the rest of us are hiding? Or they could just kill you on the spot?” Melanie shuddered as the memory of her capture on Level 7 flashed by. She stopped and steadied herself for a moment. “No, you’re right. I wasn’t thinking. AT ALL. It’s … just so frustrating.” Maria gave her a sad look and softly replied, “I know. We’re all upset and frustrated right now.” She crouched down, one knee on the floor, and caught her breath and tried to calm herself. No, getting worked up like this wasn’t going to solve a damn thing. She needed to stay strong and keep her wits about her. Becky broke her eyes away from the phone display, which really wasn’t showing anything now that none of them were in the bedroom or hallway at the moment. “Where do you think they’re taking him?” Maria and Melanie looked at each other for a moment. Melanie got the impression Maria was thinking the same thing. Huh. Her suspicions were confirmed when Maria spoke, “I … don’t think they’re going anywhere just yet.” Becky asked, “Why not? It’s not like they’re safe here, I’m sure someone heard them break in … “ Cindy added, “It … did look like your boyfriend was trying to call someone right before … “ “OH!” Becky blurted. “Maybe the cops? Or … Uncle Joe?” Cindy nodded. “So why wouldn’t they go run and drag him to some hideout like they did with dad?” Maria said, “Because they still need something. They didn’t just come here to beat him up. They came here for that … element.” She pointed to the plastic cube sitting in the middle of the floor. “If they really can’t do anything without it, they’re going to tear this place apart looking for it.” Becky shuddered. “So they’ll find us??” Keisha spoke up. “Maybe not. This room is hidden well enough, if we stay quiet. Until they realize there’s a trap door under the bed … and they’ll probably spend a while looking like everywhere else before they even think of something like this. And that thing’s small enough … “ she snorted at the size comparison as she said it “… or to them anyway … that it could be hidden anywhere in the house for all they know. Hopefully before they get that far, help will arrive.” Melanie looked up, looked around at the others. As her head cleared, she could actually think for a minute. “Hey guys … can’t we text Sergeant Joe from down here?” As one, everyone’s eyes got bigger as they realized what she was saying. Cindy turned around and started looking at the icons on the phone screen. She’d been paying attention at least. She got to work, calling up the texting application, selecting Sergeant Joe – it was one of three numbers pre-programmed in the app – and started hammering out a message, one character at a time. It was a slow process, what with pressing each key on the display with the side of her palm, but she got a message through. A minute later, came the reply. [ARE YOU SAFE?] She slowly keyed back, [YES IN PANIC ROOM. THUGS R IN HOUSE] [I’M ON WAY WITH HELP NOW] Melanie breathed a sigh of relief, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Help was coming, she just hoped it would be soon enough. She looked up at the display again, which Cindy had switched back to the camera feed. She could see people crossing back and forth past the hallway camera. So at least she knew they were still in the house. But where was her boyfriend? Was he unconscious? Or just tied up? Was he hurting? She tried not to tear up again, she had to stay strong and get through this. It felt like an hour, but in reality it had only been a few minutes since they broke in. --------------------------------- As I sat in the kitchen chair, my ankles taped to the legs and my wrists taped to the chair rungs behind my back, I heard drawers opening and boxes being dumped. Yeah, they probably realize the clock is ticking and if they stick around long enough the cops will show up … or someone will. Though I didn’t think they caught me already calling before they broke in, at least they hadn’t gone chasing after my phone under the mattress, where I’d tossed it just as the glass was breaking. It was a little surprising to me that I got away with that, though maybe the drapes were blocking the guy’s view initially. Of course, what was I doing mulling over things like that, when these thugs were tearing up the house. They’d left one lackey to watch me, the others were ripping apart the office and garage … so far at least. Did they really think I’d be dumb enough to leave something like that in an obvious place? I figured any minute Bob would be back with his pliers, trying to force the information out of me. I really hoped the police were on their way. I glanced up at the clock … not even 10 minutes since they broke in? Felt like longer. Though I’d have a better chance if I could break free … I saw the one thug standing there behind me, not doing much. He looked bored already. “Busy day?” I asked, just to see if the guy would respond. “Shut your mouth” he growled back at me. I tried talking about the weather, baseball, anything just to distract him so I could work on freeing my arms – or legs – or something. I was basically babbling to myself, though at least he eventually stepped across the room, probably tired of my babble, and pulled out a cigarette. As he started to light it up, I started tugging on the tape, to see if I could loosen it. Duct tape at least, it’s strong when you pull straight across the length of it, but it’s also designed to tear by hand. I could use that. Obviously I couldn’t get a hand down to my ankles, but the chair leg was rigid. I just needed to tilt and bend my lower leg enough to loosen it and get some pull along where the seam of the tape wrapped around the chair leg. I started to feel it tear partway. I carefully nudged the tear further, not all the way but enough that one hard pull might do it. I wasn’t ready to rip my ankles free and have the guy run over and shout for help. Not yet. I needed to work on my hands too. Though I figured at this point if I had to sacrifice the chair – it was an old wooden chair, nothing fancy – I was willing to. It’s not like I regularly have several people over (that aren’t 11-12 inches tall at least … ) So I worked on my wrists, the extension cord was kinda idiotic on their part – ever pulled hard on one of those cheap cords? I was glad they didn’t go in the garage and grab the heavy duty one, that would be more trouble. But these flimsy cords are mostly plastic, they’ll stretch. I needed to tear the duct tape though, that was holding my wrists against the back of the chair. Same principle, I worked them back and forth until I could feel the tape start to tear. I kept my hands where they were, limited my movements, and kept talking to distract the guy. Seemed like the others were probably tearing up the office right now, I’d probably cringe once I saw the place. Then I looked around, confirmed it was just the one guy – who was paying more attention to his smoke than to me – and the others were down the hall. It wouldn’t take them but moments to run back in, so I had to come up with a plan. I could run and jump out the bedroom window – the glass was busted already – or maybe the front door – and go get help. I was annoyed my phone was hidden under the mattress, but if I’d had it in my pocket they’d have pulled it out already anyway. I could run across the street and ask a neighbor to call 911. Or distract these jokers for a little while, hoping maybe Sergeant Joe actually got enough of the message that help was already on the way. I watched my ‘guard’ out of the corner of my eye and waited for him to turn his back for a moment, then I went for it. I pulled hard on my wrists and ankles, breaking the tape, and then – with my hands still stuck behind my back – I barreled into the guy, knocking him to the ground, and then jumped up and ran for the bedroom window. As I was about to make a leap through the broken pane, I heard a loud bang, followed by a searing stab in my left shoulder. Damn. Did they just shoot me? Holy shit, my shoulder was red and gushing blood. The bullet must have gone straight through. I started getting dizzy, my leap turned into a bend over the sill, and I started puking into the bushes outside the window. I felt a stab of pain in my stomach, I was leaning on a shard of glass that hadn’t come out in the break-in. There was shouting and all of the thugs came running after me. Just at that moment, as I started to fall over, my head spinning, I heard horns wailing and a flash of red and blue lights right before I passed out. |
1693115227 | melanie50 | Melanie screamed. She knew she should have kept her mouth shut, they had to stay quiet so they wouldn’t be found, but she just couldn’t hold back. The scene playing out on the little display – the old cellphone converted to a computer - was like a gut punch. No, it was worse. Her boyfriend was everything to her. She could hardly look. One moment there was nothing on the display, nobody in the bedroom or the hallway right outside. The next moment, her guy was running, his hands bound behind his back. Seconds later, a gunshot so deafening her ears rang even down here in the panic room underneath the floor. The room that he built to keep her safe. And then she saw him slump, his shirt turning red, and he hunched over the window sill – over the broken glass. Then she saw lights flashing into the room. She couldn’t make the camera turn … no, there were other cameras outside … but she couldn’t break away, she had to see if he was still moving. Get up! She screamed in her head. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight. Then someone else – one of the thugs – ran into the picture, holding a gun. He looked out the window and then ducked his head and crouched down. She couldn’t make out what he was saying, but he was clearly shouting to someone behind him. Next thing she knew, there was more gunfire. It was unmistakable, like a firecracker going off in the room. Who were they shooting at? Someone outside? Her heart leaped into her throat. Her man was right there, right in the middle of it, bleeding and not moving. Get up!! she screamed again in her head, as if she could get him to move out of the way just from sheer willpower. Then there was another gunshot. Then another, but it sounded different, fainter. Then she saw the thug with the gun jerk back suddenly, like he’d been ripped back by an invisible hand. There was blood spraying, so much blood. She could hardly look anymore. She just broke down and started crying. She barely noticed Maria run to her side, until she felt her arms wrap around her, and all she could do was bury her head in Maria’s shoulder and sob. ------------------------ I must have been out for … I have no idea. Seconds? Minutes? An hour? I had no idea. All I knew was I was dizzy as hell and my shoulder throbbed. And there were voices everywhere. Shit, did they catch me trying to escape? With a start, my eyes shot open, expecting to see the thugs standing over me, waiting for me to come-to so they could force the information out of me. I knew they were here for the element and were tearing the place apart trying to find it … the Robertium … I almost laughed at that one, but a sharp pain below my ribs stopped me. I … was looking at the ceiling. Was I flat on my back? No … I was on a stretcher. Geez, a stretcher? How long was I out? I started to look around … my neck protested but I had to look … yeah, there was a paramedic there starting fluids in my arm. My shoulder … they must have given me something, it sure wasn’t hurting as much as I thought it would. I started to remember … the gunshot, the searing pain that went straight through and out the other side … the window glass digging in my abdomen … “He’s awake” I heard someone say. Glancing around, I saw several people in uniform, cops and a paramedic and someone in a blazer. I heard a couple of grunts and then strained my neck a little more and saw Sergeant Joe walking over. “About time” he grumbled. Looking at me, he said, “Since you’re the main witness to all of this. Are you up to talk about it? Either here or at the hospital.” “Umm … “ I croaked. “What happened?” “Well, since we arrived, we were able to round up four men. Did you see any more than four?” I nodded my head. “No.” “Alright then. Hopefully these are the same four that attacked Andrew yesterday. We had to shoot one of them, but he’ll probably live. That one shot out my windshield.” He shook his head in disgust. “The other three … let’s just say they all act like they want to talk if it means less jail time. So they’re already on the way to the station. Maybe we’ll see how deep this rabbit hole goes.” I nodded again. “They were looking for something … seems like they tore up one room already. Any idea what they were looking for?” I thought for a moment. Would it make sense to keep the element out of this? Keisha knew I’d taken it … but she’d understood why. Did I want to go through all that explanation again and risk them confiscating it as evidence? Without that I couldn’t start the work of solving the shrinking. So no, as I thought about it, better to not bring it up unless I had to. “I … maybe the girls? Or … in the office I had a wall full of formulas for how to solve … the situation … ” (I hesitated to say too much, unsure how many people in the room knew the whole situation) “and that Bob … he recognized some of that … he went ballistic when he figured out I … knew things.” The Sergeant paused and looked around the room. “Everybody … clear out for just a minute.” Several people stopped and looked at him and then grumbled as they started leaving the room. “Alright” he said. “The whole story this time. Be straight with me, if I find out later you were leaving something out, I … won’t be happy.” I sighed. “Okay. There’s this element … “ I proceeded to explain the element, how extremely rare it is, how it was stolen from Advanced Future Tech and there’s no other known source on the planet and how I had to have it if there was any chance of restoring the others – including his niece – from the shrinking. “So you see, I could not take a chance of it getting locked up somewhere, or someone taking it … or there’d be NO hope of me solving this.” He groaned. “Between you and me … I may not agree with the method, but in this case maybe it was a good call. These bums broke into the mansion earlier this evening and … stole a big piece of equipment out of the bunker. There was supposed to be someone watching that place … “ he just shook his head. “So if you hadn’t taken it, they could be on their way to who knows where, to set up shop again. If it’s really that rare and they can’t do … this … without it, that explains why they came here looking for it. But you know, you could have put my niece in danger.” “I’m sorry. They are safe though.” “Where are they? Where is this … panic room?” He noticed the surprise on my face. “Cindy messaged me.” “OH. Yeah. I … set it up with a way to communicate, and they can see the camera feeds from in here and outside … “ He looked at me incredulously. “You put a friggin’ camera in the bedroom? You’re not one of those wierdos, are you?” He looked around for a moment and then saw the camera up in the corner of the ceiling. It was small and white, meant to blend in with the ceiling. He scowled. “Oh HELL no. Not at all. Geez. It was ONLY so they could see what’s going on from down there … there’s another camera in the hall … the feed goes down to the panic room. It’s … under the floor. I cut a hidden trap door in the floor under the bed, the hole is just big enough for the … women” (I managed to catch myself before saying girls – I doubt he’d appreciate that reference with his niece) “… it’s too narrow for a grown man to squeeze an arm down there. There’s a few days of food and water down there and other stuff in case they can’t come up for a while. Seriously. This was all to keep them safe.” He sighed. “Fine. But they’re going to take you to the hospital, at least overnight. You’re sure they are set up for a couple of days?” I glanced around. “Yeah. But I don’t like having that window wide open. And I don’t know what the front door looks like … “ He grunted. “We have a firm that does board-ups, they can plug up the window until you get back. I’ll have someone check on the property.” I considered for a moment. “Okay. Hopefully I’ll only be gone overnight.” I winced as I tried to sit up and then thought better of it. “I have a … quick favor to ask. My phone … I threw it under the mattress when they broke in, so they couldn’t get to it … “ He grunted again. He seemed to do that a lot around me. Huh. But he did turn and lift a corner of the mattress and pulled it out and handed it to me. “Thank you. Umm … do you think it’s safe for them to come up here just for a minute, before they cart me off? I want to at least let them know what’s going on.” He looked around for a moment, and then stepped over and closed the bedroom door. I unlocked my phone and messaged the girls that it was safe to come out just for a minute. It took a couple minutes to get the message out with one hand; my left shoulder was a mess and they’d immobilized my arm to where I couldn’t move it anyway. I sent the message and then waited a minute, hoping someone was paying attention to see the message. In another minute, the trap door popped up and Keisha walked out just past the edge of the bed, far enough to stand up straight, and looked around. Sergeant Joe saw her. “Hi Sarge” she said, nonchalantly, and then turned back and called out, “It’s clear.” The others started working their way out as well, and soon all five of them were standing near the food of the bed. I looked at them for a minute. Melanie in particular, I could tell had been crying, her eyes were bloodshot. Maria looked a little shaken as well. Becky just looked a little shellshocked, while Cindy had mostly collected herself, enough to look up and mutter, “Hey Joe.” Turning to speak to the girls, I just started, “Ladies.” They all looked up at me. “I’m sorry this is such as mess. But … “ I glanced over at Sergeant Joe “… it sounds like they got all four of them. Now … will you guys be okay for a day or two? I’ll be back as fast as I can, but … it sounds like I need stitches and … maybe a scan … some pain meds … “ I sighed. “Anyway, they need to check me out, but I’m going to hurry back here as soon as they let me, and I’ll have my phone with me if you need to reach me.” Sergeant Joe interjected, “I’m going to have someone keep an eye on this place … and board up this window for now.” “I … I’ll get the window fixed when I get back, and I’ll start working on the machine to fix this … OH!” I just thought. I turned to Sergeant Joe. “Umm … any chance they had a box truck nearby?” He looked at me funny. “How the hell did you know that?” “I … “ I couldn’t really tell him about those cameras at the mansion, could I? Keisha knew, but … nah, I was trying not to get on his bad side right now. “If they came here looking for that element, that means they have the machine and realized the element is missing. Right?” He nodded. “Okay?” “Okay. So … I know this is a big favor … but is there ANY chance of getting that machine? It would save me some steps in trying to reverse this. I might be able to solve it sooner if I had what they were using and I could work with it here … rather than go downtown … OH. And the one downtown, please don’t let anyone touch it right now. Andrew said he was going to keep that floor locked up … but he’s in the hospital … that Bob we think planted an explosive in the other machine, to go off when someone starts messing with it. We … have three witnesses to him saying that.” I turned to the girls and Becky and Cindy both nodded. Melanie looked a little numb still, but she wouldn’t take her eyes off me, as if she was about to lose me or something. It broke my heart. The Sarge grumbled, but then he looked at his niece – who was depending on me solving this – and finally caved. A little. “Dammit. Maybe. Hell, I don’t know if there’s even room for that thing in the evidence room. And we … already have plenty on the lot of them to keep them locked up. But … IF I agreed to this, it would just be signing out a piece of evidence for now. Temporarily. Maybe. I’ll see what I can do.” “Thank you. I … guess I can’t use it for a day or two anyway. I’m … afraid to even look in the office. I may have to reconstruct some things once I get back here. But having that machine would be a huge help. And … “ I turned to the girls “… you all need to make sure nothing happens to that element. It’s critical.” Keisha snorted. “We’ve got it taken care of. Believe me, we’re not letting that thing out of our sight.” “Thank you. All of you.” I muttered, and then looked back at Melanie. “Babe? Come over here for a minute?” She just looked at me for a moment. Maria took her hand and pulled her over to me. The stretcher was thankfully still low enough that I could reach my hand down to the floor. I looked at Maria and whispered, “Thank you” and then cupped Melanie in my hand and gently brought her up to my chest. Damn that hurt to bend – I wondered how deep that cut from the glass was – despite being loaded up on pain meds. I knew they’d loaded me up, I would be in way more pain otherwise and a few times I had to fight off some dizziness. Nonetheless, I brought her up to my chest. She lay on my chest and stretched her arms out as if she were giving me a big hug. I ‘hugged’ her back with my hand, wrapping it around her and gently stroking her back with my thumb. I gave her a minute and then said, “Babe? Are you going to be alright? I’ll only be gone a day or two … I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She craned her neck to look up at me and then her voice cracked a little as she spoke. “I … dammit. I thought you were dead. Honey, I need you.” I stroked her back harder with my thumb. “You can’t get rid of me that easy, babe. You’re stuck with me. I’ll be back real soon, okay? I promise.” She nudged my hand away and got up on all fours, crawling up my chest. When she got close enough she held onto my cheeks for support and stood up and planted a kiss on my nose. “I love you honey.” “I love you too. Now I need you to look out for the others, okay? It won’t be long and I’ll be back, but until then, watch out for them. Can you do that?” She nodded. “Okay.” I reached my hand up and held her and kissed her and then gently lowered her back down. I looked to the others and said, “Okay ladies, you may want to go back down for now, I’m … sure the paramedic is itching to get back in here, and the police have more work to do I’m sure … stay down there for now until you can see it’s safe. Or … if Sergeant Joe says it’s safe. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” At that they all funneled back down through the trap door and out of sight. Sergeant Joe opened the door and the paramedic finished up with me and raised up the stretcher to wheel me out to the ambulance. I could hear the Sarge barking orders and I caught a brief glimpse of the office – everything turned over on the floor – as we passed on the way to the front door and outside. And on the way to the hospital. I really did hope it would only be a day or two, but with a bullet wound and a gash and … I could feel swelling on my face as well, I’m sure that looked lovely … there was no way I was getting out of this trip. ------------------------- So the next morning I awoke in a hospital bed, IV fluids running through a catheter in the back of my right hand. There was a nice big bandage over my left shoulder. I’d half-listened when they explained the stitches and how the bullet went through muscle and tissue but just missed the bone – a hair closer and the bone would have shattered. But it still hurt like hell. The gash in my abdomen needed stitches too, but the glass spike didn’t go in deep enough to pierce any organs. I was on IV antibiotics as a precaution but they were definitely not letting me out today yet. All I could do was wait. I asked a nurse about my belongings – not that there was much. The shirt and shorts I’d had on, my phone, that was about it. She said someone from the police was waiting to see me as soon as I woke up … which I guess was now. The Sarge walked in, along with someone in a suit and tie, who he introduced as a detective. He said the detective had the full story and knew about the ladies at the house as well. And then he pulled out a bag and set it down on the side table. “Your … woman … ” he mumbled, “asked me to bring this stuff.” He gave me a squinty eye for a moment. “She really is your … “ he started, as if waiting for me to fill in the blanks. I sighed. “Yes. What did you think, that I’m taking advantage of her? We’ve known each other for over two years. LONG before this happened. And … Maria didn’t deserve this either, she’s Melanie’s best friend and they did this when she tried to rescue her. Which … is why I had to rescue both of them. But Andrew knows about that. And he knows we rescued Cindy and Becky.” He squinted at me again at the mention of his niece, but I continued on. I was a little ticked that he would even suggest I was just in this for fun. Especially after seeing all the evidence of what I’d been doing to help keep them safe. And it had worked – despite four thugs in the house – and gunfire – they were unharmed. Give me a little credit, dammit. “I’m trying to fix this … not only because I owe that to Maria and Mel, but because I’m probably the only person right now that understands exactly what they did and has any inkling of how to reverse it. And I can’t do a damn thing if I’m stuck in here, so the sooner I can get out and back there the better.” I realized at that point I’d been raising my voice. Shit. This was a hospital, for cripes sake. But the implication that the Sarge wasn’t sure of my intentions, got me riled up. I sighed again. “Sorry. Yesterday was a long day … for that matter the last week has been brutal. But … thank you for bringing … that.” I hadn’t even looked in the bag yet. But I was encouraged that Melanie was with it enough to think of what I might need here. I did wonder how she and the Sarge communicated back and forth without me there, that might have been amusing. Reaching over for the bag, I winced at a sharp pain in my abdomen. The Sarge mumbled, “Not sure you’re getting out of here today just yet.” I half ignored him as I took a peek in the bag. Shirt, shorts, shoes, wallet, phone charger. And a tiny note. It looked like she tried to write big letters on one of those sticky pads, it was still tiny but I smiled at the thought. It read [Hurry home honey, love you!] I would have to try to text her back when I got a chance. After Sarge and the detective were done with me. I noticed the detective hadn’t said a thing yet, he was just watching me. Which was a little creepy. Once the guy finally spoke, he had a few questions for me and jotted notes in his notebook. Then he pulled out a stack of pictures of the people they’d arrested and asked me to identify them. Of course I recognized that Bob character – who wouldn’t at this point – and the guy who’d chased me after I went to meet up with Andrew the first time, and who had been part of the foursome who broke into the house last night. And the other scientist, the one who I remembered knocking out when I rescued Melanie and Maria from Level 7 and who was also in the bunker the night they shrunk Keisha and gave her partner a concussion. The others I didn’t recognize – though I suspected Cindy and Becky would recognize some of them. I knew two of them were in the bunker when I went down with Melanie, and two of them I saw briefly during the house break-in. The last one – the guy that was upstairs at the mansion – I didn’t recognize at all, and I really wasn’t sure if the others would either. Was he the front for the ones funding all this maybe? I couldn’t really do any research while I was here in the hospital, but I would think the police could look into that. I gave the detective some of the clues I’d uncovered regarding the LLC that held the mansion, the LLC that owned that LLC, etc. At least what I could remember. They had plenty of resources, I was sure. Then the Sarge said they were going to talk to Andrew. I asked where he was and they told me two floors up, in the ICU. I made a mental note, if I could get up and about I was going to go have a talk with him. I would need his help if I needed to get to Level 7, where all this started. The original machine would still be there, even if it was rigged to explode – at least I already knew that thanks to Melanie – and there might be more up there if those goons didn’t trash everything. They might have been counting on the explosion to cover the rest of the evidence, who knows. Either way, it would be worth a trip up there. At that they left, though in parting Sarge said he was going to take the detective to talk to the women. A million things flashed through my mind at that moment, the first being that I had to at least give them a warning. Not that I had much control over the situation, but if anything happened to them I was going to have to break out of this hospital bed and find an Uber or something quick. So as soon as they left, I found my phone charger in the bag and went to plug it in – grimacing as my abdomen and left shoulder both put up a protest. Then I went to text the girls. It took a couple minutes, but I finally got a reply. [YOU GOT THE BAG?] [YES THANK YOU! SARGE JUST HERE WITH A DETECTIVE] [OH. HOW R U?] [A FEW PARTS HURT, REST IS FINE, MISS YOU ALL] [WE MISS U TOO] [DO U HAVE ENOUGH FOOD AND WATER] [FOR NOW, HOW LONG?] [REALLY HOPING TOMORROW] [OH] [HEY, SARGE WANTS TO BRING THIS DETECTIVE GUY OVER. ARE YOU OKAY WITH THAT?] A pause and then [I GUESS THEY WANT STATEMENT?] [AND ID THESE PEOPLE. HE HAD MUG SHOTS WITH HIM. HOPING CINDY AND BECKY WILL RECOGNIZE THE GUARDS. DON’T KNOW WHO THE GUY UPSTAIRS WAS.] [OK. AS LONG AS SARGE IS THERE. HE SEEMS OK. LITTLE SKITTISH AROUND US] I snorted. [CAN HARDLY WAIT TO HEAR THAT STORY] Just as I sent that text, a nurse came in. Hopefully with pain meds. I added, [GOTTA GO, BUT IM RIGHT HERE IF U NEED TO REACH ME. BE HOME SOON AS I CAN. LOVE YOU ALL.] [WE LOVE YOU TOO] ----------------------------- About an hour later, the girls were sitting around under the bed. They were sticking close to the panic room, even if they weren’t in there all the time, even though the window had been boarded up quickly while Sarge was still there. None of them had ventured as far as the front door, to see if it actually closed and locked. Or was capable of keeping anyone out. Best to play it safe. At least one of them was down in the panic room all the time, in-case someone tried to reach them. The front door opened and they heard footsteps. Everyone that was up top bolted for the panic room and dove down the chute, the last one pulling the trap door shut behind them. Keisha was the last one down, and she kept her ears peeled. “Ladies? It’s Sergeant Joe!” Keisha lifted the trap door about an inch. “Sarge?” She heard a grunt. “Officer Keisha?” “Yes sir!” “Alright. I’ve got Detective Smithers here with me. Can you all come out and talk for a few minutes?” “Yeah, we figured you were coming here next after the hospital.” Another grunt. “How the … oh, never mind. We’ll wait up here.” Keisha turned back and waived the others to come on up. They all filed in slowly, a little apprehensively, and for the moment weren’t comfortable coming further than the edge of the bed. The Sarge introduced the detective and said he would have some questions and some pictures to look at. The detective had a funny look on his face at the sight. “Damn … I know you told me the story, but … seeing it in person … damn this is strange as hell. Umm… sorry ladies.” He looked about as awkward as he sounded, as he got down on his knees so he could hear better. Keisha thought to herself, at least they wouldn’t be straining their necks so badly, but damn, she was never going to live this down, was she. They’d be talking about it for years. Well, nothing she could do about it now but try to remain professional and look like she wasn’t about to lose it. So Keisha felt like she needed to break the ice here, the tension was thick. She turned to the other girls and said “You know, the detective here is a big teddy bear once you get to know him.” She looked up at him. “Did you ever get that girl in dispatch to go out with you?” He snorted. “I’m … still working on that. She said maybe. I dunno, do you think I should bring her flowers or something?” Keisha laughed. “A little early for that. But … ask her about her new puppy. Let her go gushing over that thing. Let her know you like dogs.” After that, the others started to slowly walk out from under the bed, though they wouldn’t get too close to either of the men. Except for Becky, who inched her way towards her uncle. The detective started asking questions. Getting them to each talk about their experiences – something they’d done more than once already – was almost cathartic, and they started to come out of their shells. Not only that, but Keisha – who’d known them for only days, though with all they’d gone through together in such a short time it sure felt like longer – could see when they were getting hot and angry. Not at the detective, but over the thugs as they retold some of the harrowing things they’d gone through. Cindy and Becky of course, all their time with the thugs, probably down in that cage in the bunker, though they weren’t certain how they got from Level 7 to there. She recalled how Melanie and her guy had discovered victims were knocked out cold by the process, so she had a pretty good idea how they got there. Maria couldn’t remember much, her experience with the thugs was before she was shrunk – how they subdued her when she went to Level 7 to check on Melanie. It was Melanie who filled in what happened afterwards, and Keisha shuddered for a moment at the retelling of how they threatened to break Maria in half if Melanie didn’t talk. Then the fight when her boyfriend came to rescue both of them. And just to prove it all happened, Maria hiked up her skirt on the side to show of her thigh – where she’d been stabbed by a shard of flying glass in the fight and needed stitches. At that, both the Sarge and the detective looked at her with a mix of surprise and suspicion. “Umm … how on earth did you get stitches at … your size?” Melanie chimed in, a hint of a smug look on her face. “That’s my man. He did that while she was still unconscious.” She retold the tale, including the big magnifying glass, sterilizing the tiniest needle he could find, how gentle he was and how he wanted her there as a witness that he didn’t try anything funny … the looks on the others’ faces told Keisha this was the first time they’d heard the full story too. She’d already seen him going over and above to find a way to keep them safe when he suspected the thugs would come here eventually … and he was right, and his idea worked. He was in the hospital for his efforts but all five of them made it through unscathed. She had to give him some credit for that. Then Melanie started telling her own story. How she’d been “placed” with two younger siblings that she was already estranged from, told it was a lab accident … and the whole time, they’d discovered it was all part of an experiment. The thugs were stopping by and getting reports every few days, and in-between, she was abused by both of them – and by her ex-boyfriend as well. Her tales were just as bad as the ones Cindy and Becky told, except that she did manage to escape – once she was able to find her phone, reach her guy and he immediately rushed there to rescue her. Keisha noted the detective was diligently collecting their names and the address as well, she wondered if he was going to go after the three of them too, though it would be up to Melanie if she was going to press charges, as she’d have to give testimony and that might mean facing them again. Then finally the detective pulled out the stack of mug shots – which none of them were surprised to see, given they had advance warning. There were more than Keisha expected – all four from last night’s break-in (some with bruises and all with scowls on their faces), plus the ones that were captured at the mansion the night she herself was shrunk. She’d only heard bits and pieces of what happened after that. Melanie and Maria both recognized the two scientists right away, as did Cindy and Becky. The security guards – four of them in total – both Becky and Cindy recognized, and they were able to fill in some detail about each one and what they’d done. It seemed all of them had been down there by the cage at least a few times, ogling or fingering, or more in rare circumstances when they seemed to think nobody was around. The detective scribbled notes feverishly as they described all this in detail – enough detail that the Sarge was beet red and Keisha thought his head would explode. She could tell he cared about his little niece. They were down to the last two mug shots. Nobody seemed to recognize either one. The detective did point out that one of them was the guy that trailed Andrew wherever he went and who was here during the break-in. Keisha figured that was the guy that chased Melanie’s boyfriend, as she recalled that story. The last one, nobody seemed to know what his connection was. She could tell the detective was hoping someone would have some dirt on him, but maybe something would turn up when they looked into his past or his financial dealings. He had to have SOME involvement in all this, otherwise why would he even be there? It was all a mystery to be solved. At least, so it seemed, the main culprits were in custody. Now all they could do was wait for Melanie’s guy to get back and start figuring this all out. Until then, their lives remained in limbo. |
1693115230 | melanie51 | When I woke up again it was early afternoon. After the Sarge and that detective left, I remembered a nurse coming in with pain meds. Ah, pain meds. I welcomed them at the time, as my shoulder was burning below the bandages – I hadn’t even looked to see if there were stitches there, but suspected there probably were, maybe on both sides – and my abdomen ached when I tried to sit up. The meds helped with that, but also knocked me out long enough to miss lunch. A cold bowl of soup and some room-temperature jello sat on the side table, with some water and a straw. I needed to eat something, frankly I could use a cheeseburger right now and for a moment I thought about ordering delivery, snorting to myself at the thought of a delivery driver with a greasy sack somehow making it past security and strolling through the hospital ward. I remained patient (ha ha) and it wasn’t long before a nurse aide popped her head in and noticed I was awake. She asked if I needed anything, and I politely asked if there was any way she could zap this soup in the microwave. Not long after, as I devoured the soup and someone brought me some additional snacks, a nurse went over what I needed to know – bandages and dressings, follow-up and how long until the stitches could come out, etc. She did tell me I was very lucky that the bullet wound was clean and went through tissue and some muscle only, no bone and no major arteries, while the gash in my abdomen was shallow and didn’t reach any organs. Still, it hurt something fierce and that might last a few days while my body worked to heal. I’d be on antibiotics prophylactically for just a few days, to prevent a serious infection from taking hold. All in all, I lucked out. But I still wasn’t going home just yet, mostly out of fear that I’d pop my stitches or something with sudden movements and knowing I didn’t have caregivers at home. But she was optimistic I could get out of here tomorrow if I followed the plan – which included getting out and about this afternoon. They wanted me walking the halls to get my strength back and show I that I could get around without help. So knowing I had to get moving anyway, I knew where I needed to go. The ICU two floors up. Once I’d eaten and the nurses and aides had finished with me and given me some guidelines on walking with an IV pole and recommended I not push myself too far, I slowly swung my feet to the floor and then slowly stood up. I felt it in my abdomen, but as long as I kept my left arm steady I could manage the dull pain in my shoulder. I hoped this was the worst of it and it would subside as it healed, though I doubted it would be as fast as I would like. Finding some slippers, I worked my way up and around the bed, tugging my IV pole along, and then shuffled over to the doorway. I made note of my room number, fearing I’d get lost coming back, and then headed out into the hallway. One of the nurse aides saw me and smiled as I slowly passed by. I gauged how fast or slow I could walk and how to move with the least pain, and after a couple circuits around the ward, I headed towards the elevators. A couple minutes later, I was following the signs towards the ICU, and then looking at the whiteboard behind the nursing station, I looked for Andrew’s name. It took me a couple more minutes to figure out where his room was, but I made my way over there. Being a patient with a gown and an IV pole, they didn’t stop me, though one person did ask if I was lost. I made it to his room and tapped on the glass. He looked awful still, but he was awake. It took him a moment and then I saw recognition in his eyes. His leg was in a truss and he was covered in bandages. I knew he’d had at least one surgery as well. Those thugs really did a number on him. I suspected he wasn’t going anywhere soon, but he was ‘with it’ enough to acknowledge me when I made my way in. His first raspy words were, “Are they okay?” Of course I knew he was referring to Cindy and Becky. “Yes. I checked on them all before they brought me here last night, and I texted with them this morning. They’re all safe and sound.” He groaned, “Thank you.” After that, we talked about next steps, now that – we hoped – the immediate danger was past. I hoped to be out of here tomorrow and back to the house. I wanted to get back to work as soon as I could manage. He promised he would give me access to Level 7 when I needed it, as well as any notes left behind, if there were any. We discussed some of the logistics of that and who I needed to speak with at the company, that could get that set up for me. He was anxious to get his wife and daughter back and had come to realize I was the only one with a handle on how to do it. --------------------------------- Back at the house, Melanie was in a better mood. Still not great, but it didn’t feel like a gut punch anymore. There was hope. The people responsible for this – for her shrinking and her ordeal, for Maria’s predicament, for shrinking and torturing Becky and Cindy for months, for Keisha’s situation – were behind bars. Her own siblings – and ex-boyfriend – were still out there, but she suspected they were never tied in to the big picture. They probably still thought Melanie’s shrinking was a freak lab accident and that the thugs – scientists – were angry because they let Melanie get out. A part of her still felt like pressing charges, but another part of her just wanted to move on from that painful chapter of her life and look ahead to happier days. Maria nudged her out of her musings and gave her a hug. “He’ll be back soon, right?” Melanie nodded. “Yeah. I know. It was … just a lot. I actually thought I’d lost him.” Maria held her hand and squeezed it. “I know. We all thought so. But he pulled through. And he’s alright. And he’s coming back for us.” Cindy walked over and joined them. “So what do we do now?” They both turned to her. Maria said, “It won’t be too long. He said maybe tomorrow.” Cindy continued, “Yeah, but … how much do you think he can do when he gets back? I … I mean they shot him, he’s got to be in pain. And to think … he did all this to keep us safe while he was here risking his life trying to protect us. I feel like … we already owed him a lot, but … I feel like we need to help him. Right?” So over the next half hour they talked, Becky and Keisha eventually joining them. They thought about the mess in the office – could they clean any of this up? And if there was anything else they could do. Then for the rest of the afternoon, they did try to clean up a little bit in the office – not that there was a lot they could do at their size, but between the five of them they could gather loose papers and sort them – lifting one end and dragging it along, in some cases rolling a thick marker over the paper to straighten it, and then placing it on the right stack. Though most of those tasks required two people working together. The equations written on the wall were pulled down and crumpled, and the special whiteboard paper was too thick for them to do much with, though they at least piled those into one corner. The thugs had rooted through the closet, which had held boxes of junk – and that comprised much of what littered the floor now. Some items could be hoisted with two or three of them working together, others were too bulky and would just have to wait. At least it was a start, though they all wished they could do more. As they continued to work, building up a sweat, they talked about what they’d do when their hero returned. They started brainstorming ideas, as if they were planning a homecoming party, but in this case all the ideas were intended to make him happy or show him how much he meant to them. And yes most of the ideas were related to sex, as that seemed to be the one thing they were happy to offer and that they knew made him happy. They continued that talk after they’d finished everything they thought they were capable of and had migrated to the bathroom for a hot bath, each of them lounging around and soaking as they thought of things to do. Melanie smirked at the thought that they were all calling him their hero. Though she also still had that thought in the back of her mind that they were all – at some level – falling for him. He’d been adamant that he was hers, though she still knew there wasn’t much she could do if he ever tired of her and wanted one of the others. She supposed all of them were available – unattached - except Cindy, and even she seemed smitten by him lately. She recalled their conversation yesterday, the afternoon before the break-in – the absurdity of such a serious conversation about their relationship while he held her naked in his hand at the same time another woman was literally making love to him from inside his shorts. She blushed for a moment at the thought. And she wondered whether he thought it as absurd as she did. But he sounded sincere when they talked, and she remembered the promises she made to him, how she would do anything the others could do, because it was so important to her not to lose him. At that moment she had an idea what SHE wanted to do when he returned. Whether tonight, or tomorrow, or the next day. Though she really just wished he were here right now. ------------------------------ Back at the hospital, I was getting more adept at walking around with an IV pole, and did plenty more walking around after dinner – which was a real meal this time. One of the nurse aides caught up with me while I was strolling around the ward and said she could change my meal order if I liked. I figure she already suspected I was dying for real food, not hospital soup and jello. She said I was still out of it when they sent in the original requests last night to the cafeteria staff, which explains why it was so … barely edible. They didn’t know how I would be when I came-to, if I’d be mobile yet or even coherent yet. But I seemed to be a little ahead of schedule and the attending physician cleared me for regular meals that afternoon. I ordered the cheeseburger and fries; though I wasn’t sure what a hospital burger would taste like, it had to be better than room temperature jello and cold soup. I had a visit from the insurance people, of course, and smiled as I thought of Melanie. I could just picture her standing there telling Sarge what to gather and bring to me. Which included my wallet, with my insurance card. Granted I was self-employed, so I just had basic coverage, but it was sufficient for a situation like this. The next morning, one of the nurses came by to discuss discharge. We went over the details of my dressing care, when to come back to see one of the surgeons in clinic to have the stitches removed, I got a couple more days of antibiotics and a few days’ worth of pain meds – though I already figured I was going to limit those, the pain was intense sometimes but with all this walking around I’d gotten a feel for how minimize movements that would cause pain … and besides, that first dose of pain meds had knocked me out long enough to miss my lunch. I had five women waiting for me to return, five women that depended on me to keep them safe, to feed them, and who had placed all their hopes of ever returning to a normal life, right in my lap. I wasn’t going to flinch from that burden, I was the only one who had an idea how to make that work. And besides, I really did care about them. All five of them. After a real breakfast – the eggs and sausage were actually not half bad – and once the nurse shut off the IV and slid the catheter back out of my hand - I slowly began pulling out the clothes that Melanie picked out for me. I eased over to the chair and got dressed, taking care not to put any weight on my left shoulder. The bones were solid, by some miracle the bullet grazed my clavicle but not enough to break it, so there was that, but the bullet tore a piece out of my left upper deltoid, and that resulted in a sharp pain when I lifted my left arm at the shoulder. They thought it would heal fully, but it would take a little time. I suppose it could have been a LOT worse. Finally dressed, I gathered my remaining belongings – including my phone charger and what was left of the clothes they’d brought me in with – or the shorts at least, the tee was mutilated beyond repair and they guessed rightly that I wasn’t going to ask for it back. Someone from transport was ready in the hallway; they still had that tradition of taking patients out in a wheelchair, even if they could walk. So I obliged. I flipped through my phone and requested an Uber. A couple of the unit staff smiled at me as I made my way to the elevator. They wheeled me to the lobby, then the curb, where they finally let me stand up. I honestly didn’t know if I was supposed to tip the guy, but I didn’t see anyone else doing that. This wasn’t technically a hotel I guess. I caught my ride about 20 minutes later, carefully got in the back seat and gave directions. All the way back to the house I was a little anxious. But why? I hadn’t seen the girls in two days, sure, but it’s not like they were going anywhere – not until I could solve their predicament. And that was going to take time. No, I was eager to see them. To see Melanie for sure, and to see the others. But I was anxious about what the place would look like – broken glass, broken door, my office trashed. I wasn’t in a good state to be rebuilding all that, and more importantly, was any of my work lost? I did hope the Sarge would be able to pull off letting me keep the machine that the thugs stole from the mansion, if it really was in the truck they drove when they broke in the house. It would let me do some of the work at the house, otherwise I’d have to go downtown to the lab every day. Before long, we were pulling down our street, and then into the driveway. The front yard looked a mess, I could see the boarded up window, the door frame had a crack, and there were … tire tracks in the grass? And the plants and grass were pretty well trampled. But I knew there was more work waiting inside. A lot more. I paid the driver over the app, thanked him and then started walking to the door as he pulled off. I put my hand on the front door – someone had hammered something in place in a hasty repair, so I pulled out my keys (thank you Melanie for thinking of that too) and unlocked the door. I nudged it open a little bit, just enough to peer inside, and not seeing anyone yet, I stepped through the doorway and called out. Within moments Becky came running, saw me and ran towards me, shouting back to the others. I was lucky I was standing still at the time, as she ran up and wrapped her arms around my lower leg in a hug. A minute or two later, everyone had joined me in the front room. I shut the door and eased myself over to the sofa, as they all gathered around. I slowly (trying to minimize the strain on my left shoulder) lifted them one at a time with my right hand, up to the coffee table. As I lifted each one, I was greeted with a smile and arms outstretched, inviting me to lift her up to my mouth and plant a kiss. Even Keisha followed suit, coyly lifting up her blouse as I brought her to my lips to kiss her soft brown stomach, brushing her breasts with my upper lip. When I lifted Melanie last, I spent an extra moment with her, as she hugged my face and kissed me on the nose several times while my lips were glued to her bare stomach. Then they all sat there on the coffee table, just taking me in for a moment before starting to litter me with questions. Of course they wanted to see the bandages, so I very slowly took my shirt off to show them. “Yeah, I was very lucky that the bullet didn’t break a bone, it came very close. But it ripped a piece of my deltoid and I’ve got stitches there. I just need to be careful with it, the more I use that shoulder the longer it’ll take to heal. I lost a lot of blood, but no major arteries were severed. They think I’ll have full use of my arm back, it’ll just take some time. My abdomen, I lucked out, it wasn’t very deep. It just hurts when I bend – so I may be bending more with my knees for a while.” I filled them in on Andrew’s condition, which Cindy and Becky were especially anxious about, they wanted all the details. That he was lucid and able to talk to me was a huge relief, even if he was going to be in the hospital for a while. It wasn’t like they could go live with him anyway right now – they knew they had to stay here with me and do everything they could to support me while I worked to solve their shrinking. I let them know about the arrangement for me to work in the Level 7 lab once I was up to it, and in the meantime I’d try to reconstruct my notes. I hadn’t taken a look at the office yet to see how bad it was, but I had backed everything up to a cloud server, so if they trashed my computers I had a way to rebuild. Given the risk that they were going to come here, it made sense. I didn’t tell them yet about the other machine – I didn’t want to get their hopes up in-case Sarge wasn’t able to arrange for it to be left here for me to work on. That would definitely speed up the process if I could do some work – and experimentation – here, but I wasn’t going to spill the beans on that yet in-case it fell through. The girls told me about the last two days and the visit by the detective. None of them seemed to recognize the mysterious guy who was found upstairs in the mansion the day of the raid, though I was pretty sure the police were going to find something on him once they started digging. I wondered if it would help to show them what I’d uncovered so-far about the LLC’s, and decided I’d wait until I could talk to the Sarge again – and hoped he’d have some good news. Then the conversation turned to, um, other matters. Before we got into that too much, I offered to fix lunch, knowing they’d been subsisting on snack foods and water for two days. Even if it was early afternoon already, and they may have already eaten something, I suspected they’d jump at that. I asked them to give me about 20 or 30 minutes in the kitchen and then we could all talk more over lunch. ------------------ Once in the kitchen, I had a little cleanup to do. What was I thinking, 20 or 30 minutes. I snorted to myself. I saw the broken pieces of a kitchen chair, but at least some things were still intact. The tiny utensils by the sink for example. I wiped down the table and found the Barbie table and chairs and the little bench I’d created, they were tossed aside but not broken. Then I started making angel hair pasta and meatballs – or one meatball cut into little pieces at least. It would be enough for all five of them. As the pasta was boiling and I took it off the heat, I headed back to the bedroom, peeking in at the office as I passed. A mess, as I suspected, my computer tossed on the ground, my wall notes all ripped down, but much of the mess was from the closet, which they’d emptied all over the floor. So all in all, surprisingly not as bad as I feared. I suppose they weren’t in there too terribly long, given the police made it here within 10 minutes of the break-in. I popped into the bathroom and found the transport basket – I suppose the thugs never made it that far, as even the gondola was intact. I brought the basket to the bedroom and the girls climbed in, all grinning at me as I slowly lifted the basket up to carry my charges back to the kitchen for lunch. I lay the basket onto the table and they filed out, grabbing seats as I started dishing out meals on the tiny platters and handing out forks to everyone. Then I pulled out the thimble cups and a partial bottle of white wine from the refrigerator, filling the little cups with wine and handing them out. Once I sat down to join the ladies for lunch, they dove right back into the topic they were going to bring up back at the coffee table. Here at the kitchen table was easier for me to follow anyway, and I suspected it was more comfortable for them as well. Cindy spoke up, “You’ve gone way out of your way to help us. I know we talked about this before … how we … owe you a lot.” She glanced back at Becky, who as I recall gave that speech the first time. “But it’s more than that. We … all care about you. A lot. And we know you care about us. And you’re doing everything you can. Shoot, you risked your life to keep us safe. We … owe you like … everything.” Maria chimed in. “So. We’ve talked about it. And … brainstormed about it. And we know we aren’t going to be a lot of help with the work you have to do, but if there’s anything you think we can do, we’ll do it. And in the meantime … “ She glanced around to the others and then looked me in the eyes. “We decided … OUR role is to keep YOU happy.” Cindy continued, “So we … have some surprises planned for you, from now until you have this solved. We support you. A hundred percent. And these surprises … these treats … they’re for you. To enjoy yourself … and enjoy US. Seriously. We’ve all talked about it and we’ve all agreed.” I just looked at them for a moment. “Surprises? Treats?” Cindy snorted. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if we revealed it now, would it? Now we know you need your rest, and I suspect you’re going to be busy doing some clean up, since we’ve … done about all we can and it’s not a lot. Once you’re done, we’re going to give you and Melanie … “ she glanced back at Melanie for a moment “some alone time tonight. Then tomorrow we’ll unveil the first surprise. And the ground rules. But I’m pretty sure you’ll like it. A LOT.” She smirked. I glanced around and the others were grinning like Cheshire cats. They were up to something, I could tell. --------------- After our late lunch, I worked on the office. It wasn’t as bad as it looked. I did notice that there were papers sorted and stacked – I suspected the girls were involved in that and I really appreciated that they made an effort to help. I was really curious what they were planning, but didn’t push them with any questions. I was probably overdoing it already by trying to clean up the office one-handed, but I really wanted to be able to get back to work sometime this week. I managed to box up much of what was strewn about from the closet, though I was hesitant to go lifting boxes up to the upper shelves, so I left some on the floor next to the closet for now. I was surprised they hadn’t tipped over my desk and hutch, though it was all open so it would have been hard to hide something behind it. They did clear off all the shelves though, and I started stacking and gathering items. I hooked up the main computer, which by some miracle wasn’t smashed, and one of my monitors was intact, so I worked on getting all that set up again. At that point it was late afternoon, getting close to dinner time. I decided to call it a day, I did need my rest – and I needed to change my bandages like the nurse had instructed me anyway. So I pulled out the vacuum first, closing the office door as I knew it would be loud for them. I usually didn’t use the vacuum without giving them plenty of warning so they could go take off to another room until I was done. I ran the vacuum over the office carpet and then suspected I should do the hall and bedroom too, so I rolled the vacuum out and gave the girls a warning, in case they wanted to go in the office and I’d shut the door for just a few minutes. And of course they all did. I slowly closed the door behind me and then vacuumed the hall carpet and then the bedroom. There were little clinks and clanks as I got closer to the boarded-up window, and I suspected there were still shards of broken glass or other debris there. Best I get those up quickly, the girls were lucky nobody had cut themselves on that given they were usually barefoot. I finished up and put up the vacuum, vowing to call my neighbor tomorrow about the window. He was a contractor. I figured he would have to come and measure it anyway, it’s not like it would be repaired in a day. That’s what the boarding-up was for. As I put up the vacuum, I heard a knock at the door. I went ahead and answered it then, knowing the girls were all out of sight in the office – and would be until I opened the door myself, it was too heavy for the five of them together to open. It was my package, the huge order of additional clothes, utensils, furniture, etc that Maria had helped me place a couple days ago. I scooted the box inside and then closed and locked the door. I would dig through the box contents later. Then I gently opened the office door – I tended to avoid closing interior doors in this house, especially with so many tiny girls running around, out of fear that I’d injure one of them if she were standing too close. I told them I was done and I was going to get a shower first and then make dinner. They ran off back to whatever they were up to before. Except for Melanie, who padded along behind me as I walked to the bathroom and finished undressing. She looked patient but a little nervous about something. I reached down and gently lifted her up to my face. “I’m glad you’re back. I really missed you.” I kissed her. “I really missed you too. I love you babe.” “I love you too, honey. Hey, can you do me a favor?” “Sure babe, what’s that?” “Umm … “ she took a moment to compose herself. “After the shower. Can you … put briefs on?” I just looked at her for a few seconds and then comprehension exploded through my head. Along with a wave of horniness. “Umm … are you sure?” She nodded, a determined look on her face. “Absolutely. Remember, it’s just you and me tonight. If … you’re okay with that?” “Of course I’m okay with that. Definitely.” “Good.” She smirked. “I’ll make it worth your while. Let me show you how much I missed you.” I lifted her up to my lips and kissed her, long gentle kisses up and down her body. She shivered in my hand. I nudged up her skirt with my nose, and she accommodated me by lifting it all the way and parting her legs. I planted soft kisses on her thighs and between her legs, and then slid the tip of my tongue between her legs, enjoying the feel of her pussy and ass on my tongue for the first time since before the break-in. I missed it more than I thought I would and I knew it would never get old. I caressed her tiny labia with the tip of my tongue, until the folds parted and I found her tiny hole. I worked the hole and her tiny clit with my tongue, while my lips wrapped completely around her thighs and ass, trapping them in my mouth. It didn’t take long until she began bucking her hips, the sensations thrilling against my lips, and soon after, I was rewarded with the sweet taste of her climax on my tongue. I slowed down my ministrations as she came down from her high, devolving into little kisses against her flushed skin. She just lay back and gazed into my eyes, a the look a mix of rapture and lust and devotion. I pulled back just a couple inches and whispered, “That’s how much I missed you.” She let out a happy sigh. I kissed her a few more times before gently setting her down and then climbing into the shower. I spent a little longer in the shower than I planned, but the hot water felt good, my muscles were sore – the left from the injury and the right from over-using it all afternoon – and besides, I had a lot to think about. The thought of whatever surprise the girls had planned for tomorrow – and Cindy’s talk about ‘enjoying us’ – was enough to give me another boner. I would have to wait, but I was still looking forward to some alone time with Melanie too. I got out of the shower, peeled back my bandages – I’d let them get wet in the shower, thinking it would be easier to remove them – and looked at the ugly stitches on my shoulder. I slowly reapplied the dressing to both the front and back stitches and then another bandage over my shoulder. I actually felt like just leaving my shirt off, it was easier than pulling another one on, and I expected we’d be alone the rest of the day – unless Sarge decided to show up unannounced I supposed. So I just left my shirt off. Then I went about fixing dinner and gathering up the girls to eat. Everything took a little longer as I was trying not to use my left arm much. Not that the arm was a problem, but the shoulder still hurt a lot – and stung if I put too much weight on it – and I was trying to avoid taking more of those pain meds after they’d knocked me out yesterday for hours at the hospital. As we ate, I often caught the girls smirking at each other. “Hey guys, that big box in the living room – that should be the clothes and furniture and dishes and silverware and such. How about I open that up after we eat and you all can sort through it?” Maria snorted. “Except for Melanie. She’s ALL yours, ALL evening. Or … until you wear each other out.” There were a few more snorts at that remark. I saw Melanie blushing. Cindy added, “It’ll give us something to do. We can sleep on the floor once you’re … done.” She smirked. “But until then we’ll leave you alone.” I glanced at Melanie, whose cheeks had turned red. “I appreciate that, thank you.” After we finished eating, the girls piled into the basket and I brought them to the front living room, setting the basket down on the coffee table. Becky piped up, “Why are you bringing us here? It’s not like we can jump down!” I snorted. “Chill. It’s just for a minute. I have that big box we just talked about.” “Oh.” They all watched as I found the edge of the tape and pulled, ripping the lid open. I peeled back the flaps. The box was stuffed. “Do you guys want me to just take everything out and lay it out here on the carpet? Or should I take this somewhere else?” “Huh. Ok. Here is fine. Just take it out of the box so we can get to it.” I proceeded to pull things out of the box. Clothing I pulled out in stacks, everything was still in plastic wrap but I figured they could tear it. Maybe. Stacks of regular outfits, a small stack of night gowns and a small stack of bathing suits. The furniture, dishes, utensils, cups, etc, I pulled out and lay to the side for them to fish through and unwrap. “How’s this. Good?” “Yeah.” “Okay.” Then I lifted up the basket, brought it up to my face, gazed at the five faces grinning back at me and sighed. “Wish I could just cover you all in kisses right now.” Cindy blurted, “Oh, that’ll be tomorrow.” Then she put her hand to her mouth like she’d said something she wasn’t supposed to say. I just let it go, I knew they didn’t want to fess up just yet and I’d probably get Cindy in trouble with the others if I forced her to blab. I lay the basket down and let them all pile out. Except for Melanie, who stayed behind and stretched. I lifted the basket back up. Melanie grinned. “Ready for me?” “Of course” I said softly. I walked back to the bathroom to store the basket, and then reached down and wrapped my fingers around Melanie, lifting her up. I planted another kiss on her and then walked back to the bedroom. I whispered, “I might … not be able to do everything I used to do, at least until this shoulder heals some.” She smirked. “That’s alright. You relax, I’ll take care of you for a change.” At that she began to pull off her blouse and skirt, tossing them over her head – and over my hand, as I was still holding her. I took a moment to enjoy the feel of her bare skin against my hand – and to caress first her arm and then her breast with my thumb, as she grinned at me. I just held her and gazed at her for a few moments, seeing what I’d missed being away. It was only a couple days – but it seemed longer. Like this whole ordeal seemed longer. I mused that even Keisha had only been with us for what, not even two whole days before the break-in? And Cindy and Becky only days longer. And even for Maria, it had barely been a week since the incident on Level 7. Yet so much had happened in such a short time, it felt like a month ago. Musings aside, I lifted her up and began to kiss her all over. I recalled the last time I’d held her like this – not long after she’d told me she’d happily sit in my hand and let me give her commands. I smirked at the thought. I whispered, “Stick out your chest for me” and she grinned and did just that, arching her back and thrusting her chest up as I wrapped my lips around her little mounds, teasing her tiny nipples with my tongue. Then I had an idea. As the analytical part of my brain assessed her size for a moment, I had the urge to try something. I whispered, “Stick your legs out straight for me. Now … once your legs are in my mouth … “ Her eyes got wide as saucers. “It’s okay. It won’t hurt, I promise. Now once your feet are near the back of my throat, spread your legs and bend your knees.” She just looked at me for a moment, a little scared, and then she calmed down and said, “Okay. I trust you.” Then she stuck her legs straight out. I lifted her up and inserted her feet and legs into my mouth, like I was eating a candy bar. I went slowly, until I could feel her feet brushing the back of my throat. I knew then that I couldn’t have done this if I had more of a gag reflex. But I was determined to try it. I felt her move her legs, her knees separating. With my tongue right there, I could feel every movement. She parted her legs wide as I nudged her body in a little further. My mouth was stuffed and her knees were pressing against my cheeks, but I managed to fit her entire lower body in my mouth, which meant her waist was entirely between my lips, giving my tongue access to everything below it – including her thighs and pussy and ass. As soon as I began to brush her there with my tongue, she realized my intentions. I was in full control. I slowly lay back on the bed and onto the pillow, and didn’t need to hold her anymore. She was secure between my lips. I stroked her hair and her back with my finger while my tongue explored her ass and her thighs. I could tell she was looking at me, and wished I could see her expression better, but she was so close to my face it was actually hard to focus. The little gasps that finally escaped her lips, though, told me that my ministrations were having their intended effect on her. After teasing her for a couple minutes by licking everything except her pussy, I planted the tip of my tongue right up against her labia, and then went up and down its length in miniscule movements, until they eagerly parted for me. I heard Melanie let out a moan and then whisper “Yes” and with that confirmation, I continued caressing between her vaginal folds, gently pressing against her there. I knew I had to be gentle, that with her pinned in place, my tongue was strong enough to injure her – and I had no intention of hurting her, only to bring her to ecstasy. I continued and felt her hips trying to move, but they had nowhere to go. She put her little hands against the sides of my mouth, as if to brace herself for the oncoming torrent. Just a few more strokes and I was rewarded with an explosion of sweet nectar, squirting from between her legs onto the tip of my tongue. I gave her a couple minutes to come down from her high, and I parted my lips and let her climb out of my mouth. She was out of breath and her body was flushed. “Wow. That was amazing. Did you just think of that?” “Mmmmm” She snorted. “Oh. Just a sec.” She finished climbing out and slid her damp legs down to my neck and then the top of my chest, holding my chin for support to stand. “Yeah. It was a little impulsive, I know.” “But … I liked it. I don’t know about doing that every day, but … I would be open to trying it again sometime.” I grinned. “I’m glad you liked it. I hoped you would.” “Okay, but now I need to take care of you, like we talked about. You’re supposed to be resting and enjoying yourself, not taking care of me!” She had her hands on her hips like she was going to scold me, but her face broke into a grin. She was kidding with me. She turned and got down on all fours and crawled down my chest and abdomen. She stopped at my belly button, looked back and said, “A little help please?” and motioned to my waistband. I obliged, lifting the waistband of my shorts and my briefs – she did tell me to put briefs on so this wasn’t a total surprise that she was going to do this – and she looked back one more time, said “Okay, now you lay back and enjoy yourself. Or go get yourself a glass of wine if you want. You know where I’ll be.” She smirked and then ducked her head and crawled down to my crotch, where she snuggled up against my semi-stiff rod. I slowly closed my waistbands and then just lay there for a moment, relishing the feel of Melanie’s lithe naked body against my skin down there. Then I mused for a moment and thought why not, she did suggest I get a glass of wine. So I slowly sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed and got up. I could feel her squirming between my legs. I went ahead and slid off my shorts; it was getting close to bedtime anyway, but I couldn’t get them off with my hand full of girlfriend. So I kicked them aside and then strolled towards the kitchen, in just my briefs. Shoot, everyone of them had already seen me naked. Up close and personal. Multiple times. And vice versa, I’d held every one of them naked in my hands more than once. So in the kitchen I poured myself just a small glass of wine, and then I strolled by the living room for a moment, sipping my wine and watching the girls sort through the clothes and unwrap them. Apparently it took two of them pulling from opposite ends to tear the plastic. Maria turned and noticed me first, immediately looking down at the squirming lump in my briefs and smirking. “Do you guys need any help?” The rest of them turned and looked at me, and then to my briefs, their knowing smirks telling me none of them were too surprised. Cindy snorted. “No, we’re good. You go enjoy yourself.” At that I nodded and headed back to the bedroom, where I fluffed up the pillow and then slowly climbed in and lay back, sitting up just enough to keep sipping my glass of wine. I felt my girlfriend squirming between my legs and just relaxed and enjoyed it. I felt her wrap her legs around the base of my shaft, one of her knees brushing my balls, her tiny foot against me, and then she rubbed her chest along my length, holding the head with her hands, and I felt tiny kisses for a few moments before the distinct sensation of her tiny tongue licking my tip, pushing against it, and then finally breaking through as her tongue entered the tiny hole and her lips locked around it. She spent several minutes French-kissing my tip, as she massaged the rest of what was now a rock-hard shaft with her hands and thighs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the experience, as she did all the work to bring me finally to a strong climax, the hot sticky goo covering her and the inside of my briefs. As I caught my breath, I felt her licking and nibbling, possibly swallowing as well, but she only slowed, never stopped. I felt her work her way further south, and then her hands wrapped around my balls and she massaged them and kissed them for a couple minutes, and slipped one of her feet even further south, rubbing her cum-slicked heel along my anus and then to my surprise, she actually slipped her foot inside and pushed it up to the knee, as if she was exploring me down there with her foot. Holy shit. Yeah, that was a totally new experience that I never expected from her. I felt her rub her foot against something in there and a tingling sensation shot through my shaft, which started to inflate again. I wondered if that was her intent. Once she realized I was starting to stiffen again, she slid her foot out of my ass and climbed back up, getting into her previous position, her knees and thighs wrapped around my base as she rubbed her chest and tiny breasts against the underside of my shaft. As it grew to full length, she could no longer reach the tip without climbing up, which she did. I suppose it was easier with the briefs pinning her against me down there. She grabbed my head with her hands and pulled herself up it, until her face was up to that height, and then she began kissing and licking me there again, licking away the cum as her tongue made its way to the tip again. She began French kissing me there, hard this time, diving her tongue as deep inside my tip as she could, barely coming up for air. She was determined to get me off a second time, and it was working. She worked me with her tongue, her hands, her chest pressed against me, her knees and thighs wrapping around me, putting her whole body into it, and before long I climaxed again, a second avalanche of hot goo flowing forth and smothering her. At that she finally needed to catch her breath. She slipped back into some gentle caresses and soft kisses, and then just hugged my shaft. I took another couple sips of my wine before setting it down on the nightstand, and then reached down and lifted my waistband. Melanie was sweaty and sticky, covered from head to toe, but she looked up and grinned at me. “How was I?” “Incredible.” She smiled. Even underneath all the goo, she looked sexy. “Do you want me to do anything more? You’ve got me all night. I just need to rest a few minutes.” I snorted. “You’ve done a lot already. You were amazing. Babe, we’re going to be together for a long, long time. We don’t have to do everything in one night. You make me happy just as you are.” She grinned. “Okay. I suppose you’ll need your strength for tomorrow.” I raised my eyebrows. “So what IS tomorrow?” She smirked. “Can’t tell. Not yet. But they’ve been planning a lot of things. Tomorrow’s just the first. You know, I’m worried all of them are falling for you. Or they already have. Just promise me you’ll … “ I cut her off. “Babe, you don’t have anything to worry about. You’re stuck with me.” She grinned ear to ear. “I love you.” “I love you too.” At that I slowly got up and changed out of my briefs and cleaned her up, and then we went back to bed, where she curled back up in my boxers and dozed off. I finished off my wine as the other girls were making their way in, quietly, trying not to disturb us, heading towards the towels that they rolled up and used as a sofa during the day, and at night spread out to use as sleeping bags. Tomorrow would be another day, but we were all together again and that’s what was most important. I dozed off soon after. |
1693115233 | melanie52 | I woke up the next morning. Nothing notable about that except there was no light in the room at all – owing to the boarded up window. A reminder that I was going to call my buddy down the street to come take measurements for a new window. I had to look at the clock to see what time it was. No roosters to crow here in the suburbs, though I did awake to five little sets of eyes. I knew I needed the rest in order to heal my shoulder, but it’s nice to wake with a naked little woman laying on my chest, propped up on her elbows and smiling at me. Glancing to the side, all the others were on the floor to the side of the bed. Seems I was the last one up. “Hey guys.” I mumbled. “Sorry I overslept. I’ll get started on breakfast, just gimme a few minutes.” Maria laughed. I gave her a funny look, as my eyes were still focusing. “What’s so funny?” I mumbled. She grinned. “We had a bet going. On what you’d say first when you woke up.” I gave her a dirty look, but only for a moment. I knew it was all in fun. “So what did everyone else think I was going to say … OH never mind!” I snorted. I was caretaker to a bunch of tiny women with dirty minds. What else would they be thinking? I slowly worked my way to a sitting position, holding Melanie so she wouldn’t fall, and then swung my feet to the floor. I whispered to her, “Do you want to just come straight to the bathroom with me?” She nodded. So I got up, taking care to limit the movement of my left shoulder, though I did notice it didn’t hurt as badly as yesterday. Huh. I made a mental note to keep an eye on that as I made my way to the bathroom. I brought Melanie up to my lips and planted several kisses on her before setting her down next to the sink. “So where did you come up with that, last night?” I figured she knew exactly what I was talking about. She’d never tried – actually none of them had ever tried – going back there. But whatever she did, there must be a nerve back there, as I felt it all through my shaft at the time. She smirked. “Human anatomy class. I am a biologist after all. I suppose I’m the world’s smallest biologist now.” I snorted. “True. Of all people, I should have figured you’d know your way around … stuff like that.” Of course I knew she was a biologist. That’s how we’d first met, when I was working on a contract to help develop neural interface technology and brought her in as an assistant. Being as human biology was a gap in my knowledge base. We worked well together, complimenting each other’s skill set. For a moment I reflected on that, how she used to flirt with me and I was hesitant to give in due to our employer-employee relationship at the time. Yeah, that seemed like such a long time ago. At that I got undressed and did my morning routine, shaving, shower, etc, along with changing my dressings again. Once I was dressed, I made my way to the kitchen and started working on scrambled eggs and cheese. Well, two eggs for me and one for the five of them combined. I had to wash the tiny dishes by hand, which took longer with limiting use of my left arm, and dried them off and started setting up for breakfast. When I went back to grab the basket and then find the girls, all of them were naked. I just looked – gawked – at them for a moment, before raising my eyebrows and waiting for a response. They all just smirked at me. “So … did we run out of clothes? I … I can do laundry … do you need … “ I stopped blathering on as they all looked pretty amused. Apparently I was amusing them. I sighed. “We’ll explain in a minute.” “Umm … okay. Let’s get you all something to eat, okay?” I carried the basket back to the kitchen, trying not to overtly ogle them on the way, and gently set it down on the kitchen table. They piled out and onto seats and benches at the little Barbie table, as I doled out scrambled eggs and cheese and freshly cleaned tiny forks for everyone. Then I grabbed my own food and sat down, trying not to be too obvious as I watched them. Maria finally broke the ice. “You are SO funny. I know you want to look and you’re trying not to. Well, buddy, it’s OKAY to look.” My eyebrows about hit my hairline. Cindy said, “Remember we talked last night about you having some fun?” I nodded. “Okay. We have some different things planned, but here’s the deal for today. No clothes, we’re staying naked all day. You can ogle and you can fondle. Pick us up to fondle if you want to, unless we say no. Just no sex unless we say it’s okay, but otherwise we’re all yours. Fondle away.” I just looked at her for a moment, dumbfounded, as I absorbed what she was saying. I looked at the others and they all had huge smirks on their faces. Maria blurted, “Don’t let your jaw hit the table now.” I snorted. “You’re … serious? You’re … umm … all okay with that?” Keisha laughed. “Geez, our great protector is a boy scout now.” Determined not to look so wishy-washy, I reached out my hand to Keisha. She sat there patiently as I stroked her arm, and then I brought my finger around and held one of her breasts between my finger and thumb, kneading it for a moment. She didn’t flinch at all, but just sat there while I fondled her breast. I pulled my hand back. “Huh.” And then I added, “Oh, and um, thank you Keisha, you have very nice breasts.” That prompted several snorts. Cindy continued. “This is just for TODAY. Our gift to you for being our hero. Tomorrow we’ll have something else planned. But the other part of this comes tonight. There’s a reason we said no sex unless we say it’s okay. Now you remember last night, you got to spend with Melanie” she glanced at her and back to me “and the rest of us left you alone. For tonight – and the next night and the night after that, as long as you don’t turn into an ogre – though I’m sure you won’t … “ she winked at me “… you can choose any one or two of us for the night, and we’ll do whatever you want us to do.” My jaw hit the table. Again. “Umm … you’re serious?” Cindy replied, “We trust you. Shoot, you saved us AGAIN and put your own life at risk for us. Every one of us owes you our lives. At least once. If we didn’t know you would be careful with us, we wouldn’t even think of doing this. But we do.” Maria added, “And we already know you like ogling us.” Cindy continued, “Alright? So enjoy it. When I said enjoy US, I actually did mean that. We can’t help solve all this other stuff, but at least we can do this much for you.” I was speechless for a few moments. “Holy shit. You really are serious about this.” Becky piped up for the first time. “Yep. We had a lot of time to talk about it while you were gone. When we took a vote it was unanimous.” “Wow. Thank you guys. I … don’t know what to say.” There were several snorts. “Just enjoy yourself. That’s what this is all for.” I just contemplated them for a few moments, all of them grinning or smirking. Then I reached for Cindy, she seemed to be the ringleader here, I wondered if she had talked the others into this. I stroked her arm and her back for a few moments, and she grinned and leaned into my stroking finger. Then with my finger and thumb I slid her chair back, and she let out a faint yelp, but quickly realized what I was doing and cooperated as I picked her up by the waist. I slowly lifted her up, over the table where the others were still sitting, and brought her up to my face. I gently draped her over my left hand and then just admired her for a moment. She gave me a shy little grin as I ogled her. I traced her curves with my finger, going around her hips, down her leg, lifting up her tiny foot and touching her tiny toes to my lip, eliciting a little giggle. I slid my finger down her other side and did the same thing, and then slid a finger along the inside of her leg. As I went further up, I nudged her legs apart with my fingers, until her pussy mound was exposed. I traced my finger over it, just barely brushing her labia and running the tip of my finger through the little tuft of hair, and then up her stomach and between her breasts. I circled her breasts and then caressed and kneaded them between my finger and thumb until I started to feel her nipple perk up. Then I traced my finger back down her stomach and over her mound again, lingering there for a moment, before I stroked her cheek, lifted her with my right hand, and gently set her back down in her chair. Cindy gave me another shy grin as I sat back down. I just looked at them all for a few moments. She took a minute to compose herself and then spoke. I noted she’d gotten pretty assertive after her initial days here. “I … think you’ve got the idea. Umm … you know, I really want to make sure you enjoy yourself, that’s what all this is about, but there is a little thrill in it for us too. The anticipation, not knowing if we’ll be next or what you’ll decide to do with us. SO, as long as you play by the rules … today you can fondle any of us wherever and whenever you want. Tomorrow we’ll have something different for you. And at bedtime, you can choose who to take with you to bed … and obey your wishes.” I noticed others smirking again when she said that. I sighed. “This is too much. But you know, if I had two of you together and you had to do what I ask … you KNOW what most guys would probably want.” Maria giggled. “Gee, we don’t know. I think you should tell us.” I snorted. “Alright. Most guys would probably tell you to make out with each other.” Maria laughed out loud this time. “No shit! But what I want to know is whether YOU’RE brave enough to tell us to do that?” “Umm … maybe?” I gave her an innocent grin. “But … now Cindy. Let’s say one of these nights I took you and Becky to bed and asked you to … make out with each other.” Cindy snorted. “I knew that was coming.” She paused. “Well, we’d just have to do it, wouldn’t we?” She smirked. “That’s part of the deal.” “And you’d be okay with that?” She just gave me a look. “Think about it this way. We did that for months for a group of thugs who treated us like meat and kept us in a cage and thought it was really funny to force me to fuck my own stepdaughter. But the way I see it? Why should criminals like them get to have that when you – someone we really CARE about – don’t? Frankly, I don’t have a problem with it. And Becky doesn’t either. We talked about this, all of us did. We decided we’re comfortable doing things like that, but only for YOU. Not anyone else. And … it’s not just telling us to make out, it’s whatever you dream of … or fantasize about … this is our chance to pay you back for what you’ve done, by making YOUR dreams come true. We KNOW you won’t be cruel with us. Shoot, even in the midst of a power trip you could never be cruel. Because you care about us too much for that. It’s obvious. That’s why whatever you want us to do, we’ll do it and we won’t have any problem with it.” I looked at Becky. “You’re okay with that too?” She nodded. “Like mom said, we WANT to do this for YOU. And yeah, if you choose me for the night, I’m supposed to follow your commands.” She nibbled her lower lip. “You get to tell me what you want me to do.” “Wow.” I just took it in for a moment. Seemed like I had to do that a lot in this conversation. I wondered if they even realized how much they were offering up to me, and if it got to be too much would they change their minds and pull it all back. They knew I wasn’t comfortable forcing them to do something. As we finished up breakfast and they gathered together back in the transport basket, I just looked at them for a moment. “You all know this is a little crazy right? But I do love you guys.” Keisha said, “We know. Otherwise we wouldn’t do this. But I’m with Cindy on this. As much as you’ve done, let US do this for you. Okay?” “Okay.” I lifted the basket and headed back to the bedroom, but just gazed at them all for a minute. If I’d had full use of my left shoulder, I’d have fondled all five of them right there, but I was trying not to strain the shoulder. Hopefully it would heal quickly. As I set the basket down on the floor, Melanie spoke. “Honey, I’m surprised you didn’t go ahead and fondle all five of us just now. You know you could have.” “I thought about it. It was really tempting. Y’all have got me really horny, you know.” Maria snorted. “Well isn’t that the idea?” “Well, it sure worked.” Maria added, “Just don’t forget about me. You’ve got free reign to play with me and if you don’t I’m going to be really disappointed.” I looked down at Maria. “Oh, you have nothing to worry about. I’ll be coming to find you pretty soon.” She smirked. “You’d better.” At that I took off back to the kitchen, both to clean up and to cool down. They had me so hot I felt like I was going to explode. And it was still late morning, we had half the day. I marveled over the thought of what they’d done and what they’d offered. It was mind-blowing. I put it out of my mind just for a few minutes, as I washed the dishes (someone has to) and went back to the living room to collect the new plates and cups and tiny silverware and wash those too. At least now there was more than enough – that maybe I could get by a couple meals without constantly washing dishes. Or – as another thought came to my mind – in-case we discovered these five weren’t the only victims. Which reminded me that I should call Sarge today. I’d asked him about that second machine, that I suspected was in the truck they were driving when they came here (I suspected they’d come right here, but I wasn’t certain; if not then that meant they had some other hiding place somewhere) and I’d asked him back at the mansion, about any notes or notebooks they could find, in order to help my research. But first I called my buddy down the street. I needed him to come measure this window. I knew he wouldn’t have that size just sitting around, but the sooner he measured it the sooner he could order it and then install it. So I gave him a call. Of course he’d heard about the break-in and saw the boarded up window, so he wasn’t too surprised that I called but he wanted the scoop on what happened. I told him some – obviously nothing about the women, though at some point he might figure it out. And I knew that Melanie had once mused about staying this way and wasn’t sure whether she’d change back if given the choice. What if she did decide to stay this way? Then we would have to bring other people into our circle, wouldn’t we? And I’d have to be diligent about protecting her from predators. The more people that knew – especially given the novelty of the situation – the more creeps that would be looking to steal her away. I shuddered at that thought. I could never let that happen to her. After finishing up in the kitchen, I went to the office for a little bit, checking on things with a fresh set of eyes. I’d worked in here for half the afternoon yesterday after coming home, and I’d gotten the computer up and the one monitor that wasn’t cracked. I fired it up, hoping for no errors, and I felt lucky when it booted up successfully. I did have a cloud backup, but if the computer were dead I’d have to get another one before I could do anything with all my notes and files. I found my notes that covered what I’d had on my impromptu whiteboard – the wall covered in Post-It whiteboard sheets that the thugs had ripped down – and started recreating my equations. About an hour later I took a break, heading back to the bedroom to check on the girls. They were all sitting around on their makeshift sectional sofa – made up of rolled-up towels – and they all turned and glanced at me as I walked in. I grabbed a pillow, folded it up, and then knelt down next to them and lay sideways on my left side, the pillow bracing my side so I wouldn’t put pressure on my shoulder. I just lay there for a moment before I felt like I needed to say something. “Sorry to interrupt, later today someone might come by to measure the window, so I’ll give you guys time to hide when he comes. He should be in and out pretty quick. Sorry, carry on. Pretend I’m not here.” Cindy smirked. I reached out with my right hand and stroked her back for a few moments. They figured out I wasn’t going anywhere quickly and then went back to their conversation, more or less, but with frequent smirks or grins in my direction or glances to see where my hand was. I moved my hand over to Maria and began stroking her arm, and then slipped my finger around to stroke her breast. She turned back and grinned at me as I fondled her breast, and then slid my finger lower. She parted her legs to give me room for my finger to explore. I lingered there for a couple minutes, going back and forth between her breasts and her lower parts. Then I placed my finger and thumb on Maria’s hips and I slowly lifted her up out of her seat, over the others, and then I lay her down right next to me, stretched out on her stomach. I began to strum my fingers up and down her back and her bottom. As I parted Maria’s ass cheeks with my finger and thumb, stroking her in between with another finger, I mumbled, “I still can’t believe you guys are okay with this. I keep feeling like I should ask you permission each time.” Even as I was doing that, Maria mumbled, “See? You’re just too nice. That’s why we’re comfortable enough around you to let you do this. Besides, I like your fingers on me.” I gently rolled her over and traced my finger around her chest, and whispered, “Hmm, you know I’m tempted to choose you tonight.” She grinned. “You just want me to be your little slave girl for the night, and I’ll have to do whatever you tell me to.” She paused for just a moment. “Damn, you’re going to make me wet.” I snorted and touched her down there. Sure enough. I casually stroked her with my fingers for a while longer, as she just lay back and closed her eyes. I lifted my hand away for a moment, but whispered, “Don’t go anywhere yet.” I reached around and found Melanie, stroking her arm for a moment as she grinned up at me. Then I hoisted her up and lay her down on her back next to Maria, and began stroking both of them with my fingers, up and down their chests, their breasts, and running a finger through their tiny tufts of pubic hair. I softly mused, “Hmm, maybe I should choose the two of you tonight.” Maria snorted. Before I could respond, there was a knock on the front door. “Shit. Of course after you get me so worked up, I’ve got a massive hard-on now!” She smirked at me. “I guess you guys should go hide for a few minutes, I’ll delay a minute before I bring him in here, this shouldn’t take long.” At that they all got up and scurried out of sight. While yes I tried to think of something dull and un-stimulating quickly as I made my way to the door. Bill, the same neighbor who’d loaned me his pickup truck … way back when we still were naive enough to think Melanie was the only victim and we were sneaking into her siblings’ house to find clues and I wanted to cover our trail in-case one of them discovered us. Though at the time her little brother did show back up and almost caught her, leading to my jumping him and knocking him out to get away. So borrowing the pickup truck was prudent, given the risk of someone getting the license plate and tracking us down after. Regardless, I hadn’t talked to him in a couple weeks – there’d been a whole lot going on – and he wanted the inside scoop on this break-in. I was still walking around shirtless, though with my shoulder in bandages and a smaller bandage on my abdomen. “Yeah, this one was from the glass, the shoulder was a bullet wound. I was pretty lucky, I guess.” “Any clue why they broke into your place? Doesn’t sound random.” I could tell he was a little suspicious. I tried to think fast. “Umm … don’t know if you remember there was a cop here a few days ago” (I figured if Sergeant Joe drove a regular cop car the neighbors would have noticed it; he did nod) “I’d witnessed a crime downtown the other day and they were here to get my statement.” (that much was true, technically) “These people might have thought I saw more than I did. They were on the run. Or … they were.” He just shook his head. “Damn. Well, let’s check out this window.” I led him to the bedroom. The girls were all out of sight, thank goodness (no idea how I’d explain that one if they weren’t) but the towels rolled up to use as a sofa, were still there, along with a couple thimbles of coffee. I stood on that side to partially block his view in hopes he wouldn’t start asking questions about that. A few more minutes and he’d written down everything he needed and was going over the options and the timing. It was a big – but old - window and he recommended using two standard vinyl double-pane windows – which in retrospect would have made it harder to break in that way. We worked out the details and he expected it would take a week to order in and then we would pick a day for the install, he thought maybe a couple hours to knock it out including the trim and capping, if I wanted to save money and paint the trim myself afterwards. Once he left, I called out to let the girls know the coast was clear. They started lumbering out, I suspected most or all of them had run down to the panic room. I gave them a minute to get their bearings, telling them it would be at least a week for the new window. Then I bent down and caught Becky as she was coming out from under the bed. I rubbed her arm with my finger for a moment and then whispered, “Hey, do you want to come to the office when you get a chance? I need to call your uncle. You can say hi to him if you want.” She nodded. “Okay.” At that I headed to the office and hopped back on the computer, continuing to reconstruct my previous research. I knew once I was back where I was before those idiots showed up and trashed the room, I would need to actually test the theories, both ensuring that all my understanding of the shrinking process was accurate and to be able to work through the nuances of possible reversal. So I needed that equipment. Sarge promised to look into whether I could be permitted to use the equipment here, rather than store it in an evidence room somewhere, given that they already had plenty on those bozos AND the compelling case that five women were depending on me to solve this and I couldn’t do it without the equipment. Technically I could use the other machine on Level 7 – and I figured at some point I’d need to head there (and first defuse the explosive that we suspected was planted in the machine, then repair any other damage to it), mainly because there should be other resources there that weren’t just sitting around here at the house. On top of that, I needed to know if Sarge’s people ever found the other notebooks. So a few minutes later I saw Becky padding into the office. I smiled and she gave me a shy little grin. I reached down for her and she let me pick her up and hold her in my hand. I planted a kiss on her stomach and then she lay back and relaxed as I stroked her stomach and chest gently with my thumb. “I’m going to go ahead and call your uncle. If he picks up, I thought you might want to say hi to him or something. Though … PLEASE don’t tell him that you’re naked and I’m sitting here fondling your chest.” She giggled. “Absolutely not. This kinda stuff stays in the house. We all agreed. Besides, if you got in trouble – even though it was our idea – you’ll never figure out how to fix us!” I snorted. I guess that was one reason. “Okay.” I dialed up Sergeant Joe and he answered in his usual gruff voice. We spend the next few minutes discussing the machine – and how to get it here to the house; the notebooks – he said they did find something that looked like lab notebooks, in one of the upstairs bedrooms – and for all of these he was working to get the okay to move them here, on the argument that five victims were depending on me finding the solution to their situation. As the Sarge and I talked, with the phone on speaker so Becky could hear, I had laid her in my lap and was casually kneading her little breasts, enjoying the feel between my finger and thumb as she softly moaned. Then I mentioned that I had Becky there with me, and she suddenly perked up at the mention of her name. I tried not to laugh out loud at the absurdity of Becky having a conversation with her uncle, while I was fondling her in my lap. Though I tried to be careful not to do too much to her while she was talking. Once she was done and I said bye to the Sarge, I gently lifted her back up again, kissing her a few times and mumbled, “You know I’m half tempted to just lick and kiss you until you cum.” She grinned at me. “I think I would like that.” “Are you sure I won’t break any rules?” She snorted. “No, silly. The rule was no sex unless we say it’s okay. And I’m saying it’s okay. So just take me, big guy!” “Okay, my little nymph.” She smirked at that. Then I went back to kissing her all over, working my way from her little breasts down to her stomach and then lower, as she spread her legs. She reached up with her arms to hold her legs up, her knees touching her shoulders. I didn’t realize she could bend that far, but I liked it. I gazed at her for a moment, her labia parted slightly and just a faint glimmer of wetness within. I wrapped my lips around her midsection, encompassing her entire ass and pussy and upper thighs and waist between my lips, and began to caress all of those parts with my tongue, sometimes using just the tip to explore a spot and other times using the width of my tongue to stroke everything at once. I could feel her shudder at the torrent of sensations when I did that. It didn’t take long for her to start softly moaning, and by the time the tip of my tongue found the space between her vaginal lips, her breathing was already erratic. From there it didn’t take much more to set her off, and she thrashed in my hand and between my lips, as Becky rewarded me by pouring the fruits of her climax onto my tongue. I slowed my tongue strokes to gentle licks as I slid her out of my mouth. She released her grip and let her legs drop, and she lay sprawled across my hand, a dreamy look on her face as she gazed back up at me, her body still flushed despite her breathing returning to normal. I whispered, “Thank you.” She softly giggled. “I should be thanking you for that. You know I can’t resist your charms.” I snorted. “My charms? You really think I’m charming?” Now she snorted. “Of course.” Then she nibbled her lower lip for a moment before continuing. “You know … you could have any of us if you really wanted. Like … I don’t even mean sex. I mean like … I could be your girlfriend if you asked me. But … I know I’m not the only one who feels like that. You know? I know you’re with Melanie, and I’m … she’s such a good friend, I can’t do that to her. But … I think we all want you … and if we can’t have you after all this is over … “ I lifted her up to my lips and kissed her again, long and soft on her chest and stomach. “I understand. And … I am attracted to all of you … and I know we all have a connection … a bond … from going through all this. Yes I’m committed to Melanie. But that doesn’t mean we all go our separate ways after all this is over. I can’t imagine us NOT all staying close. I’m sure Melanie will have some say in umm … how close. But at least until I get this solved, I suppose you’re stuck with me for a little while.” She smirked. “Okay. I … can live with that. Though if you ever do change your mind … I’m available.” I kissed her again. “I know. But some day you’re going to make some lucky guy very happy. I’m certain of it.” At that we kissed again, my lips on her stomach as she bent up and kissed me on the nose, and then I set her back down and let her pad off to rejoin the others. I smirked to myself for a moment. What a predicament to be in. Though I needed to get back on track and start making some progress on a solution. As much as part of me – or certain parts in particular – would enjoy this sort of arrangement long-term, the rational part of me knew there would eventually be questions and concerns all around if I wasn’t working on this. It was the very thing they were depending on me for – and the very reason people like Andrew and the Sarge were giving me so much latitude. That much goodwill surely had a limit. So with that in mind, I went back to work and put in another hour before noticing it was past noon. I got to a stopping point, marked my place and headed back to the kitchen to figure out lunch, settling on something simple again, hot dogs and chips. Though I suppose it wasn’t as simple as back when I could just knock out a couple tiny hot dogs for Melanie by slicing a piece out of my own dog, now I was making a bunch of those. At least using a soft tortilla shell to make hot dog buns worked well and I sliced one into several small squares easily. One advantage to feeding such tiny mouths was that I didn’t have to get groceries very often, a pack of tortillas and a pack of hotdogs would stretch for 8 or 10 meals. I boiled a hot dog and then let it cool for a few minutes before cutting pieces, and then made a tray of tiny hot dogs, buns, and used a cap to make a bowl, crushing up a couple potato chips into little pieces, and squirted condiments on the edge of the tray. That done, I went to go find the girls. I grabbed the basket on the way, told them I had lunch ready, and they started climbing into the basket. I slowly lifted the basket, transferred it to my left hand to hold it – careful to limit the movement of my shoulder – and took a minute to ogle my little charges, reaching a finger out and moving it slowly from girl to girl, tracing each breast and brushing each nipple. I was still amazed that they were actually okay with me doing this. I made my way back to the kitchen, and instead of just setting the basket down, I held the basket and slowly lifted them out of it one at a time, stroking breasts and bottoms as I lowered them down and placed them onto chairs or the bench. I imagine it was like setting up Barbie dolls for a tea party – not that I’d ever actually done that, mind you – though I doubt the Barbies would be naked and able to talk back. Setting the empty basket down after my few minutes of fun, I sat down and we had lunch. I wasn’t sure if Becky had talked about my conversation with the Sarge, so I filled them in. His team had found the other notebooks that had come from Level 7, as well as had the 2nd machine that was stolen from the bunker, and had filed a petition to allow those to be transferred here to the house, rather than kept in evidence storage, using the argument that I needed these in order to make progress on finding a cure for the five shrinking victims. I didn’t know when that would be resolved, but suspected they’d be coming here with the machine and the notebooks as soon as they got clearance. And in the meantime, I was working to reconstruct the equations that the goons had ripped off the wall. I wanted them to at least know I was actually committed to working on this and was not going to start putting off the work just for sex. As much as I might enjoy it. While we did talk for a few minutes about that – and how I might need to go into the city occasionally to use the lab on Level 7 (both Melanie and Maria offered to go in with me if I thought they could help – they both knew their way around the place after all), the conversation eventually turned to who I would choose to take to bed tonight. There was no rush, I really didn’t have to decide anything until dinnertime, but I thought it was amusing that this was such a hot topic. “You know, even if this only goes on for a few days, at some point I would choose each of you at least once. Right? So why the rush?” Maria said, “I think it’s more the anticipation. It’s your decision of course, but whoever you choose is going to be your sex slave for the night. So … it’s natural that we’re either excited or nervous … or both.” “You know it’s pretty exciting for me too.” They all looked up at me, and I could see some of that nervousness and anticipation on their faces. “But I’m not going to be rough or onerous. What you’re offering me, I know better than to abuse it. After all, we have to look at each other in the morning.” I saw a look of relief on a couple of faces. “But I’m still going to enjoy it. A lot.” Maria snorted. After lunch, I lowered the basket to the floor and let them all scurry off. I started walking back towards the bathroom to return the basket, and noticed Keisha also heading towards the bathroom. “Need a lift?” She snorted. “Sure.” I bent down and lifted her up and set her down next to the sink. She thanked me and then started to slide down into the sink bowl, obviously planning to relieve herself, but before she squatted she noticed I was still there. She arched her eyebrows. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just ogling.” I smirked. She sighed. “You’re going to ogle me while I pee?” “If that’s okay?” She snorted. “Suppose that’s part of the rules, right? Fine. Ogle away then.” She proceeded to squat and as she started to pee, I reached out with my hand and stroked her back and rump with my finger. She looked up at me. I slipped my finger between her legs for a moment and she looked up at me again as the tip of my finger brushed her down there. “Umm … you know, I’m not sure if that counts as fondling.” I looked at her innocently. “It doesn’t?” She snorted again. “Geez. If you want to be doing stuff like that, I think you have to choose me to take to bed for the night.” Then she paused for a moment. “Shit. I just suggested that now, didn’t I.” I smirked. “You know I would like that. I actually thought about whether I should just take you all by yourself for a night. I don’t know you as … intimately as the others. Would you be okay if I did that one night?” She just looked at me for a long moment. “You’d really want to do that?” “Hell yes. You’re incredibly sexy.” She sighed. “Okay. But I’d better not find out you’re dragging out this work just so you can spend more time … umm … “ “Having my way with five gorgeous young women?” She laughed. “Something like that.” “I won’t lie. It’s exciting. It’s like a thrill ride. But no. I plan to get this fixed. Shoot, a big reason you all are even letting me do these things is because I’m working on a solution. And the only reason people like Sarge or Andrew are giving me this much leeway – and helping me get the resources I need – and keeping all of you here with me – is because I’m working on a solution. I really doubt they’re going to let me drag this out for months.” She looked me in the eye again. “Alright.” At that, I let her finish her business, and then I gently lifted her up, placed her in my other hand, and just admired her for a minute. I traced her curves with my finger, traced her breasts, felt her toned muscles between my finger and thumb. “I can tell you’re very athletic. Melanie used to be a gym rat herself, I’d promised her I’d set up some workout equipment but … things got busy the last few days.” She snorted at that. “Yeah. Back in school I was on the gymnastics team.” I raised my eyebrows. “Gymnastics? Wow. Very cool.” She laughed. “Cool because you’re complimenting my athletic ability, or cool because now you want to see me do naked routines and splits for you?” I just smirked. She demonstrated by raising up one leg, almost folding her body in half, her knee against her arm and her foot just touching the side of her head. “That is impressive. How long can you hold that?” She replied, “Probably at least a couple minutes. Why?” At that I traced her leg with my finger, running it down her thigh and ass. “Umm … not sure if I can do two minutes while you’re doing THAT!” I snorted. “Maybe not, but it’s still very sexy. I look forward to seeing more of your moves, maybe one night this week.” She let her leg back down and stretched out in my hand. “Oh I bet you do.” But she smirked. At that I gave her a quick kiss on the stomach and then lowered her back down so she could clean up. I waited a minute for her, offered her the corner of a washcloth to dry herself off, and then I picked her up again and lowered her to the floor, where she padded off to join the others, while I returned to the office to do some more work. Yes it was awesome that the girls were running around naked all day and giving me free reign to ogle and fondle, but I couldn’t sit and fondle for an entire day straight. Besides, it was more enjoyable if I did it when I felt like it. I could walk back in there and find one of them later. And I was REALLY looking forward to tonight. So meantime, I went back to work. I did go ahead and order another large monitor online while I was thinking of it, along with some office supplies, given how much had been trashed when the thugs searched my office. Not that it was going to do any good to get angry over it. They were locked up now. Though I knew every one of us was going to end up having to testify eventually. That would be much easier for the girls if they weren’t standing there at their current size, trying to testify against those thugs. And I would relish the looks on their faces seeing Cindy and Becky especially, back at their normal size when they testified. Though for that matter, I had no idea if it would be in a courtroom, or recorded, or in some remote location. About all I knew was what I saw in the movies. I worked at it for another three hours, digging through notes. I’d turned to just writing on my wall with pencil; the wall surface was damaged from how hard they ripped those sheets off, so it would have to be repaired anyway, and I needed more than a notepad for this. Seeing the full equations – step by step – helped me run my mind through the theoretical principles of the process objectively. Taking a break and coming up for air finally, I grabbed some coffee and heated it (yes I know it was already late afternoon but coffee’s safer than one of those energy shots – and I didn’t have the latter sitting around anyway) and I strolled back to the bedroom to check on the girls. They were all sitting around playing some sort of game. I knelt down and watched the game for a couple minutes, and then set down my coffee and reached out my hand. I knew this whole ogle-and-fondle thing was only for today – and only until I chose two of them to carry off to bed for the night – so I may as well take advantage of it while I could. I slipped a finger around Melanie and began to gently knead one of her tiny breasts, and she turned and smirked at me but did nothing more. I made my way to Cindy and stroked the underside of her breasts, then ran my finger along her thigh. To my surprise, she parted her legs just enough for me to slide my finger down between her legs. Ah, I was going to miss this after today, but maybe they’d have something else exciting planned tomorrow so I really couldn’t complain. Before long it was time for dinner. I finally pulled myself away from the girls long enough to start making something. As I worked at the stove, Becky padded in to see what I was up to. I hoisted her up and set her on the little sofa on the counter – the one I’d finally been able to put back there now that I had enough furniture to accommodate the five of them. She watched me cook and would stretch and pose, enjoying the attention she got from me – and probably amused when I spent more time looking at her then I did the stove, almost burning something more than once. Eventually the other started padding in, one or two at a time. I figured they either smelled the food or wondered where Becky went. By the time I was ready to serve dinner, all of them were in the kitchen. I’d placed Maria on the sofa with Becky and the two of them amused themselves by finding ways to distract me before the others arrived, so I had to move them both to the table at that point. As we ate, the inevitable question of the day came up. “SO,” I said, “you’re thinking this will be a nightly thing, at least for a few nights?” Cindy nodded. “Yep. You can only choose one or two of us for the night, but you can choose each night as long as you don’t break the rules for the day.” I nodded. “Okay. You know,” I paused, “it’s hard to choose because I’d love to spend the night with any one of you. But for this first night,” I paused again and just looked at all of them for a moment, “I’d like to spend it with Melanie and Maria.” The realization set in and suddenly the two of them looked a little anxious. Maybe even nervous. They had to know I cared about them and wouldn’t be rough with them, but they also were giving up control, agreeing to do anything I asked tonight. It was exciting for me, and at some level probably exciting for them, even if they were a little nervous right now. We finished up dinner and I helped each of them down, planting kisses as I lowered each one to the floor. Before they left, Maria said, “I guess we’re all yours for the night. Come get us when you’re ready for us.” She winked at me. I cleaned up the tiny dishes and washed up at the sink, musing over what I wanted to try with them tonight. I had to remind myself that I didn’t have to do everything in one night. |
1693115235 | melanie53 | After the girls had spent most of the day walking around naked and inviting me to ogle them, I had no qualms about them seeing me in the buff. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen me before. And once I’d collected Melanie and Maria, we were all going to be naked together anyway. So, I went ahead and stripped and washed up and checked my bandage and changed the dressing again. The shoulder wound was healing quickly and I was getting to the point where I could move my left arm some without shooting pain, which was encouraging. Then I went back to the bedroom and found the girls, in their usual space – what had become their lounge, with towels rolled up to serve like a cushioned sectional during the day and they could flatten the towels to make sleeping bags at night. I squatted down near them, and they all quickly noticed my state of undress, five sets of eyes drifting to the massive male genitals hanging above them. I took one last long gaze at the five naked women sitting in front of me, and then said, “Maria? Melanie? Are you ready?” -------------------- Once I carried them to the bed, the others padded out of the room, looking back to give me knowing smirks as they did. Then we were alone. More or less. The others I knew, could be right outside the doorway. They could be listening in out of curiosity to see what I would do. Suppose I couldn’t blame them, they all knew it could be their turn tomorrow or the day after. And this was all their crazy idea to begin with. Not that I was going to complain. I glanced at the two naked little women sitting on the bed. Nope, not going to complain. Not one bit. Melanie and Maria both looked up at me. They were sitting together near the foot of the bed. Melanie looked into my eyes and spoke first. “You have been SO amazing. Really. I could never have asked for a better boyfriend. Lover.” She blushed as she said that last word. Tonight, we’re all yours. Whatever you want to do with us.” She added, “Whatever you want US to do for you. Your wish is our command.” Maria took Melanie’s hand and held it tight, and then looked up at me. “Tonight … we both belong to you.” “Alright. But I need to be gentle. Your gash isn’t fully healed yet. And you’ve both been through a lot. Though … I suppose I’d be gentle even if that weren’t the case.” Melanie whispered, “We know.” Then they both looked at me for a moment, turned to each other and kissed on the lips. Holy shit. It’s one thing to think about it and entirely another for it to be happening right in front of you. Already getting myself worked up, I croaked, “Now if I do anything you aren’t comfortable with, say so and I’ll stop, okay?” Maria giggled at that and then said “You can do whatever you want. That’s the rules.” She looked me right in the eye. “Whatever. You. Want. It’s your fantasy. Your wish is our command.” She winked. “We’re NOT going to say no.” Taking a deep breath to settle myself, I reached for them. They broke off their embrace and stood still, like two Barbie dolls on a shelf, awaiting me. I scooped up Maria in my left hand and she lay back in my palm, her legs hanging over the side. I lifted her arms up, and brushed her bare breast with my thumb as I brought her up to my lips and kissed her stomach and then her chest. I reached for Melanie with my right hand and she eagerly climbed in, scooting her little tush into my palm. I held her for a moment, and she looked at me with those big brown eyes. I whispered, “stick your chest out” and she did. I lifted her up and softly kissed her breasts. Then for a moment, I just held them both in front of me, admiring these two beautiful young women in my hands, my thumbs idly brushing their little bodies. Melanie looked up at me and said coyly, “What would you like to do with us?” She bit her lower lip, trembling in anticipation of what I would do next. I brought my hands together, until their bodies touched. With my thumb, I nudged Maria’s arm to drape over Melanie’s side. Taking my cue, Melanie moved one of her legs to drape over Maria’s. She glanced up at me, a smirk on her face, and asked softly, “Do you want us to kiss?” I replied just as softly, “I would like that.” At that approval, she turned her head and met Maria’s lips eagerly. The two kissed passionately as I held them. I lifted them both closer to my face, and then kissed their thighs, as they continued to kiss each other. I whispered, “Make love to each other.” After all the talk earlier in the day, I’m pretty sure they expected me to say that, but this was still really turning me on, watching the two most important women in my life, laying naked in my hands, holding and kissing each other. Without any hesitation, they began to make out, while I held them inches from my face, where I could see everything. Melanie reached for Maria’s breast and began to fondle it, squeezing and kneading it, and then she bent down and began to kiss it and tease her nipple. Maria arched her back at the sensation, pressing her breast into Melanie’s caress. Maria reached up and grabbed hold of one of Melanie’s little breasts and began fondling it, rubbing and tugging at the nipple between her tiny finger and thumb. Melanie groaned and then looked up and locked lips with Maria again, driving her tongue hungrily into Maria’s mouth. As they kissed, I planted my own kiss on Melanie’s little bottom. Maria brought her hand around to Melanie’s side, ran it up and down and then tried to squeeze Melanie’s ass, but she bumped into my lips instead. I pulled back and then grinned at her. Then when I pulled my lips away, I went ahead and nudged Melanie’s leg with my thumb, pushing it up and over Maria’s thigh – giving Maria easier access to touch her there, plus and a nice view of Melanie’s slightly gaping pussy right in front of me. Maria traced the edge of Melanie’s mound. Melanie in turn, began working her hand south, down Maria’s stomach and then between her legs, which Maria parted for her. Once Melanie broke off her long kiss and began turning her body to work her mouth further south, I whispered, “How about a 69?” Melanie stopped just for a moment and looked up at me in acknowledgment, then proceeded to work her way into the position, turning and lifting her leg up over Maria, shifting her knees until they were even with Maria’s shoulders, and then lowered her ass down above Maria’s face, while she positioned her own face in between Maria’s legs. Maria shifted her own position some to accommodate her. I nudged both of them a bit, now atop each other in my left hand as I freed my right. Then I watched as Melanie took her first tentative licks at Maria’s mound. I turned my hand a bit so that I could see Maria’s reaction as she felt Melanie’s tongue probing her. Then she got into the act herself, raising her arms up and around Melanie’s thighs, pulling her ass closer so that she could reach it with her own tongue. She glanced up at me for a fleeting moment, smirked and then began to probe Melanie’s cute little mound as well. They both went gingerly for a couple minutes, probably more trying to put on a show for my enjoyment than really getting into it. I kissed Melanie on the back and then whispered, “I want you to climax for me.” I felt a little shudder go through her as she realized what I was asking. Then she used her fingers to part Maria’s folds and buried her face in her crotch with new determination. I stroked her hair as she bobbed her head and worked her tongue inside. I turned my hand again and caught Maria looking at me, at first a little amused. I told Maria, “I want you to make her cum.” She began nibbling at Melanie’s folds between her teeth and brushing her clit with her tongue. Tempted to get an even better look - and even more tempted just to involve myself in their lovemaking, I used my finger and thumb to spread Melanie’s ass cheeks, right above Maria’s face. Yep, definitely a better view, I could see Maria’s tongue darting, her nose brushing the perineum. She looked up at me from that position, but continued licking. I whispered to Maria, “Use your fingers too. Make her come.” She looked at me, her face contorted a bit, probably from the sensations coming from between her own legs, and then reached her arm around so that her fingers could reach Melanie’s folds. As her fingers brushed the clit, Melanie shuddered. I gently held one of my thumbs against her back to hold them both together in place. Brushing my lips along Melanie’s back as the two continued to make out in my hands, I added further instructions in a whisper. “Melanie, climax for me. I want to see you climax. Maria, make her climax for me.” As if on cue, Maria began attacking Melanie with vigor, rubbing her fingers furiously up and down her slit, then pressing two fingers into her while she nibbled on one of her folds. Melanie arched her back and wailed. The orgasm was imminent. I was torn whether to keep watching Maria at work, or turn my hand to watch Melanie’s face the moment she burst. I went with the latter, turning my hands so that her face was just an inch from mine and I could take in her reaction. I wasn’t disappointed, as she soon burst, moaning and trembling at Maria’s touch. She’d broken away from Maria’s crotch, too moved by her own orgasm to continue, but that was alright as I had another idea in mind. I let them rest for a few moments, Melanie catching her breath in the afterglow of her release. I slowly lifted Melanie up by the waist, tilting her back in my right hand and holding her up to steal a taste of her juices. She looked up at me, a contented smile on her face. I planted a few gentle kisses on her before I set her down, draping her over my right leg. Then turning my attention back to Maria, I positioned her just how I wanted in my left hand, her head resting on my fingertips. I traced my finger over her body as I admired her curves and ample busom. I brought her feet up to my wrist and then parted her legs wide. She lay still and let me move her arms and legs like a doll. I lay her left hand over one of her breasts and her right hand down on her stomach. Then I said, “Maria, I want you to finish what Melanie started. I want you to show me how you like to be touched. Come for me.” Without hesitation, she brought her right hand down between her own legs and began to stroke herself, sliding her own fingers along either side of her slightly gaping love canal, which already glinted with a trace of moisture. I watched the way she moved her fingers, where she touched herself and how she responded. With my free hand I stroked her arm and then briefly held her free breast between my finger and thumb, pinching her nipple. Then I whispered, “Gaze at me while you make love to yourself. Keep your eyes on me as you touch yourself. Tell me how much you love me.” She opened her eyes and looked right at me. It was intoxicating, I held her just inches from my face. She whispered, “I love you. I love you so much.” I alternated between gazing back into her eyes and observing her hands as they probed and caressed her own folds. I stroked her thighs with the tip of my finger. I slid my finger between her legs and brushed the edge of her labium for a moment, eliciting a gasp from her. “Keep looking at me. You’re almost there. Climax for me now.” As if she’d been on the cusp and just waiting for my command, Maria began to explode in my hand. She wailed and shuddered. I could feel the tremors throughout her body. Maria lay back in my hand, still looking at me, panting, fresh in the afterglow and with a faint sheen of sweat covering her chest. She continued to gently stroke herself as she came down from her high. I brought her up to my lips and tasted her with the tip of my tongue. She gazed at me and whispered, “How was I?” I grinned. “That was beautiful.” I ran my finger over her, tracing her curves, between and over her breasts. “Catch your breath for a minute before we go again.” She looked surprised for a moment before composing herself. “Again?” I nodded. “Yeah. I want you to masturbate, but this time while you touch yourself, I’m going to give you some instructions.” I couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind, but they did promise I could do whatever I wanted, and besides, I was horny as hell at this point. By now she’d come down from her high and her breathing was steadier. As a prompt, I lifted one of her hands and lowered it down between her legs. She began to tentatively touch herself, gauging how sensitive she was and whether she was ready for more. She gently traced her finger around the periphery first, steadying herself, before she touched her folds. Once she got back into a rhythm with her strokes, I told Maria, “Okay, Maria, now keep going, but I want you to plead with me to touch you. Beg me to caress you with my finger.” She just looked at me for a minute, unsure how to start, and then she murmured, “Please.” She put a little more strength into her voice and said “Please, touch me! I want to feel your finger against me! My body is all yours, touch me everywhere! I’m begging you, please touch me!” I smiled. “That’s good, keep going. Tell me where you want me to touch you. Beg me to touch you there.” I touched her leg and began to stroke it as I spoke. “Please, I’m begging you!” she continued, “caress my body, my breasts are yours, my ass is yours, please touch me!” I moved my finger up to her chest, circling her little breasts, and then with two fingers I pressed on them both, rubbing them as I partially flattened them, feeling her tiny nipples poking out against the pads of my fingers. As I flattened her chest, I told her, “more.” She pleaded again, with a quaver in her voice, “Please keep fingering me, touch me everywhere, I’m begging you! Please let me feel your finger! I beg you to let me feel your touch!” I slid my fingers back from her chest, letting her little breasts bounce back. I spread my hand so that I could trace both arms, a finger on one and a thumb on the other, sliding down until they met her waist, which I held between my finger and thumb, while she continued to stroke herself. Then I moved my fingers under her legs. I lifted her legs up in the air, exposing her ass. I said, “Maria, keep going.” So she continued, “Please touch me! I beg you! I want to feel your finger touch me!” At that I positioned my thumb and middle finger at her ass cheeks and I spread them wide. Then with my index finger, I began to stroke her between her ass cheeks, brushing her little rose bud and stopping at her perineum. She gasped and trembled as my finger touched it. I kept my finger there, pressed against her bud, and released her cheeks. They closed around my intruding finger. “Maria, keep going.” As my finger still pressed against her, she spoke in a shaky voice, “Please touch me! I love it when your finger touches me there. I beg you to keep touching me!” I wiggled my finger just a little, the sensations causing her to gasp and tense her hips. I kissed her bare chest. I blew on it, then brushed my lip against the hard nipples protruding from her chest. Then I said, “Maria, I want you to beg me to fuck you with my finger. I want you to beg me to drive my little finger deep inside of you.” Again she hesitated just for a moment, her whole body shivering in my hand. Then despite her unsteady voice, she began to plead with me again, “Please put your finger inside me! I beg you! I want to feel your finger deep inside me!” I slipped my index finger away from her ass, and then brushed the edge of her folds with the tip of my little finger. “Keep going. Beg me to let you climax on my finger.” In her quavering voice she begged me, “Please drive your finger into me! Let your finger take me!” At that, I slid the tip of my finger along her gaping little hole, which was red and a little puffy from all the attention, but sopping wet. There was no resistance as my finger easily slipped inside, eliciting a gasp. I kissed her stomach and then whispered, “Play with your nipples while you tell me how badly you want it.” She was breathing erratically but managed to utter words as she brought her hands up to begin fondling her own breasts. “Please fuck me! I’m begging you to go deep inside me! You can go as deep in me as you want to! My body is your plaything! Please take me!” I slid my finger further in. Her canal was slick. I kept going, unsure how far was safe, but feeling my way inside her as I went. Most of the length of my little finger was in her before I began to brush something, perhaps her uterus, that resisted me. She sucked in a breath as I touched it. Her muscles were tight against my finger, I knew she’d never had anything so big inside her before. I wiggled the tip of my finger, buried deep inside her, and she gasped with each little movement. I could see her abdomen move slightly with my finger. Then I felt movement at the tip of my finger, as if the tiny muscle there was relaxing to let me in. I gently drove my finger the rest of the way, her body conforming, moulding itself to my finger, as if it was willing me to go even deeper. The area at the tip of my finger felt different than the rest, as if I’d passed a point that nothing would normally reach. My finger had traveled the equivalent of well over a foot inside her and the diameter was almost that of her forearm. Any slight movement sent her moaning and arching her back. I turned her upright, holding her back for support, the skin between my fingers serving as a ledge to hold her, while her legs dangled in the air astride my right hand and wrist. I said, “That’s it, climax for me now.” At this point she was already in the throes of possibly the biggest orgasm – or string of orgasms - of her life, while impaled on something bigger than anything she’d ever felt in her life. I brought her up to my mouth and licked her like a popsicle, from the point where I entered her, up through her breasts and to her chin. Her eyes were starting to glaze. It was then that I realized I was caught up in the moment, thinking with my hormones alone. This was a massive power trip to be sure, but they’d both trusted me not to hurt them. Afraid I might have crossed the line, I tilted her back down gently into my left hand. I stilled my right hand, though I kept it mostly inside her, and waited for her to catch her breath. She was sky high on multiple orgasms. I gently kissed her stomach. As she calmed down and became aware of her surroundings, she looked up at me. It wasn’t a look of anger, nor pain, so hopefully I’d stopped before I hurt her. Instead, it was ... a look of awe. At me? I didn’t understand until she spoke. “That … wow … so intense … incredible. Your finger … I feel stuffed like a turkey. But … stuffed in a good way. I … I’ve never come like that in my life. Not even close. Wow.” She reached down between her legs and felt where my finger still entered her, stretching her. She looked me right in the eyes. “Okay. How about I let you rest for a little bit.” I grinned. “I’m not done tonight, but I think it’s Melanie’s turn for some attention.” I gently, slowly began to slide my finger out of her. She grimaced as my finger finally left her. “Thank you for not pulling out too quickly. I feel like a deflating balloon. I can’t believe that’s your little finger.” “Thank you for letting me, um, ravish you tonight.” I smiled and kissed her stomach again, and then licked her between the legs, where removing my finger was like unplugging a dam, her juices starting to dribble out and run down my arm. “Now rest for a minute.” I lay her out on the bed between my legs, as I scooped up Melanie. Repositioning Melanie in my left hand, I said “You’ve been patient.” She looked up at me and said, “Yes, Master, how may I please you?” I snickered. “You rehearsed that didn’t you.” She grinned. “Yeah. Did you like it?” “I did. You can keep doing that.” I kissed her on the stomach. “While you fondle your breasts. And … pull on your nipples for me.” Without hesitating, she brought her hands up to her little breasts and began kneading them with her fingers, and pinching and tugging her nipples. I watched her for a minute, strumming my finger over her stomach. Then I said “Okay, now it’s YOUR turn to masturbate for me. Show me how YOU like to be touched.” She said, “Yes master” as she parted her legs and brought one of her hands down there. She traced her fingers around her pussy mound. With my finger and thumb, I re-positioned her legs so that they spread wide and let her pussy gape open just a little. Then I just watched her for a couple minutes, gently stroking herself, tracing her fingers through the folds of her labia. As she continued, I looked down at Maria, sitting there resting between my thighs. I had a massive hard-on at this point, with drops of pre-cum forming. I said “Maria?” She perked up and looked at me. I said “Can you stand up?” She did just as she was told. “Take a step back.” She did. I bent my semi-hard shaft down so that the head hovered near her face. I said, “I want you to swallow that.” She looked up at me for a moment, perhaps to see if I was serious or not, and then she nodded, turned back towards the head of my penis and opened her mouth. She put her arms out to hold it while she licked it clean and swallowed a couple times, taking in a final mouthful before I let go of it and let it bounce back. I said “I might call on you again for that, but you can rest for now.” Turning my attention back to Melanie, I saw that she had stopped masturbating once I took my attention away from her. Thinking of what I’d done with Maria that had gotten me so ridiculously horny, I just could not resist trying the same tack with Melanie. They’d all decided on their own to give me this much control, so I may as well enjoy myself. So I told her “Okay, Melanie, keep looking at me while you touch yourself.” She did as she was told, looking me right in the eye while her hand stroked between her legs. I held one of her breasts between my finger and thumb and rolled it for a minute while she continued, not taking her eyes off me. The control was intoxicating, as much of this evening had been. I removed my hand. Then turning up the heat, I said, “Now while you touch yourself, I want you to plead and beg your Master to touch you.” She had already seen and heard what I’d told Maria to do. She realized I wanted something similar from her. She said, “Please oh Master, touch me. I want to feel my Master’s finger on my body.” I stroked her arm, and then said softly, “That wasn’t very convincing. I want you to beg.” She gulped. “Please!! I’m begging you! I need you to touch me! I am yours to touch oh Master, my body belongs to you! Wherever you like, just please please touch me!!” “Okay” I whispered. I brought two fingers to her chest and began to stroke her tiny breasts, caressing them. I pressed them down, flattening them against her chest. I could feel her tiny nipples hardening, trying and failing to push back against my finger. I released them, then traced my finger down her stomach and along her thighs. I traced down her legs, to her feet, and fondled one between my finger and thumb for a moment. Then I said “Melanie, beg me to touch you, like your life depends on it, like you can’t live without my touch.” She still hadn’t taken her eyes off me. She looked a little daunted. “Please, oh please, I’m begging, touch me all over! Take my body in your hand and touch me! My body is yours to play with, to touch, just please take me!! I’m begging you!!” I held her up, just an inch from my face, as she begged me. I stroked her cheek with the tip of my finger. I traced down her chest and over her breasts, and then over her thighs. Then I lifted her legs up high in the air. With my thumb and middle finger, I parted her ass as wide as it could go, and I ran my index finger along her crack. I whispered, “Keep going, I want you to make yourself wet for me.” I pulled my hand away from her bottom, repositioning her legs so that they spread apart with her feet propped on my wrist. I looked down between my legs. “Maria, stand up.” She stood up. She knew what was coming this time. I said “Maria, swallow my cum.” Having heard my exchange with Melanie, she replied, “Yes master” and smirked, then stepped forward, grabbed hold of it and set about licking it clean, swallowing as much as she could in the process. As she did, I stroked her hair with my finger. Turning my attention back to Melanie, I looked closely at her pussy. It was starting to glisten with her juices. It was finally time. I said “Melanie, now I want you to beg me to take you with my little finger. Beg me to push you onto my finger.” She took a couple of breaths first. Then in a voice that was a little shaky for the first time, she said “Please fuck me with your little finger, I beg you Master! Hold me in your hand and push me onto your finger! Please Master, deem me worthy of feeling your finger inside me! Please! I beg you to drive your finger deep inside of me!” I placed the tip of my finger at her entrance and just stroked her there for a moment. I said “That’s good, keep going.” “Please” her voice cracked, “Please Master, I am yours to enjoy. I beg you Master! Place me onto your finger! My body is yours to do with as you like!” I held her snug with my left hand and tilted her upright, her legs dangling down. I drove my hand between her legs, parting them, and brushed her slick hole with my finger. “Beg me to do it.” Her breaths were erratic. She said “Please I beg you Master, lower me onto your finger!” Holding my right hand steady, I used my left hand to lower her whole body onto my finger. I continued, past the first knuckle, then past the second. I’d finger-fucked Melanie multiple times in the course of our three-week romance, but I’d never driven my finger so deep that she could literally sit on the space between my fingers. But I managed it with Maria, so I felt emboldened to try it with Melanie too. I turned her body back and forth a little bit, like a corkscrew, as I lowered her further onto my finger, until I began to feel a limit. With Maria I suspected I’d actually touched her uterus, and then with some stimulation, her uterus relaxed to let the tip of my finger in. It didn’t seem to hurt Maria, she was just sore. I felt the same inside Melanie. She was slimmer than Maria, and her abdomen actually distended a little. I could see it move as I wiggled my finger. Then I felt the relaxing again, making way for my finger to go in just a tiny bit more, until Melanie’s body wore my finger like a popsicle stick, and she was literally sitting on the space between my fingers. I held her up to my face, just a finger and thumb holding her upright. I whispered, “Come hard for me now” as I licked and nibbled on her body, from her thighs and where my finger violated her sex, up her stomach, and around her breasts which I caressed with my lips. I suppose I didn’t even need to tell her that I wanted her to come. She climaxed multiple times in this position, she’d become so sensitive to my touch that even a small movement of my finger would set her off again. Her breathing was heavy and erratic, her vision was blurry. I stopped moving my finger and watched her for a couple minutes, waiting for her breathing to steady. Once she finally opened her eyes and looked at me, I saw some of the same awe that Maria had expressed. She opened her mouth to speak, but it took a moment to gather her words. “I … I can’t believe we’ve never done this before. That was amazing. Even you’ve never made me come that hard before.” She paused for a moment to compose herself. “I feel like Maria said, stuffed like a turkey.” She smirked. “It feels SO good, but I feel SO stretched too. I can’t believe you pushed me down onto your finger!” “Yeah, did you realize I can make your tummy move just by wiggling my finger?” I wiggled it a bit in demonstration, eliciting a gasp from her as her whole body tensed up again and she started approaching yet another climax. I began to gently slide it out, turning it side to side. The sensations elicited another orgasm from her. I held her up as my finger slowly exited her, so that the flood of her juices – held back by my finger and now finding their way out – caught on my tongue as they fell. She gasped again the moment my finger left her, as her vagina was no longer stretched out of proportion. I held her for a minute, letting her come down from her high, before I said “Okay Melanie, I need you to help eat my cum.” I know she’d heard me speak to Maria, but she couldn’t see what was going on. I lowered her so that her face was flush with the head of my penis. It had been rock hard for a little while, enough that it wouldn’t take much for it to explode, but I’d been trying to hold it. I held her lips up to the tip. She dutifully licked until her cheeks were full. I said “swallow.” She took a gulp and then continued to clean off my tip with her tongue. I set Melanie back down between my legs, next to Maria. I said “Okay, ladies.” They both looked up at me. “First, kiss each other.” They looked at each other and kissed on the lips. Maria giggled. She looked up at me and smirked. “I’m sorry, but Melanie still has your cum on her cheeks.” I said “So how about you lick it off her?” She gave me a dirty look, but then proceeded to lick Melanie’s cheeks. They met in another kiss. “Then after that, come and finish me off here.” They both got up and stepped closer to my penis, which being erect and from the way I was sitting, rose above their heads. Maria reached out for it, running her hand along it as if she were grooming a race horse. Melanie was a little more daring – it surprised me that she had that much energy this soon – and climbed up onto the base, straddling her legs to either side of it. She leaned in, pressing her tiny breasts to the top while she reached around to stroke the underside. I reached around Maria, eliciting a squawk as I scooped her up and pressed her against the underside of my shaft. I nudged her arms around it loosely and then began to rub her body gently up and down the underside. Then to Melanie’s surprise, I lifted her with my other hand and pressed her against the top of it. I used both hands to position them, with their breasts pressed against my penis and their legs dangling down. I slid them both up, until their faces were free and all four breasts pressed gently against the head. “Okay, now go back to kissing each other.” They tilted their heads in until their lips met. They began to kiss each other, just as my penis was building pressure directly under them. “Melanie, kiss the tip of my penis. Slip your tongue inside.” She glanced at me for a moment, breaking her lips away from Maria’s, and then looked down at the pulsating head just below her. She bent her head down, pulling her hair out of the way with one hand, and planted her lips on the wet tip. It continued to ooze a little cum. To her credit, she planted her face in it and worked her tiny tongue into the tip. I could feel it as it darted inside. I let her continue for a few moments, enjoying the sensation, and then I said “Okay, switch. Maria, it’s your turn. I want to feel your tongue in there.” Melanie pulled back, her cheeks covered in cum, so that Maria could dive in. She buried her face in the warm goo, finding the hole with her tiny tongue, and she worked to drive it as deep as she could. Just before I was about to explode, I had another thought. I said “Okay, embrace and go back to kissing each other.” Maria brought her head up. They began to kiss, their faces splotched with cum. I slid them higher up my shaft, so that their pussies sat on the head. I was able to pin both of their legs against my shaft with one hand. They embraced each other tightly as they realized what I was about to do. Just a few strokes and I erupted, spewing hot cum between their legs, up their chests and spraying their necks and cheeks. I took a moment and just held them, as I caught my breath. They were a mess, covered in hot cum. I lifted them up from my spent rod and couldn’t help but smile at the sight. I said “You two need a bath.” Melanie snorted. “Ya think?” I held them both together in my hands, but opened them wider so that they had more room to stretch and lay back. I said “Meanwhile, why don’t you rub it all over your chests? Both of you?” After they’d finished smearing it all over each other, I got up and brought them to the bathroom to wash them up. The others were all hanging out close by, I wondered how much they heard. No matter. They were all smirking at me as I walked past them, turned on the water in the sink and began to slowly wash both women, laying them flat on a towel and blotting them dry afterwards. “One more kiss before we go to bed?” Maria smirked and then rolled over and put her arm around Melanie and the two kissed. They were still kissing when I gently scooped them up and carried them back to the bedroom. I lay them down on the bed next to me and pulled the sheet over all three of us, careful to give them plenty of slack. I bent over and kissed both of them once more and then lay back and closed my eyes. I could just hear the hushed sounds of the others as they came in and settled into their makeshift sleeping bags across the room. |
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