Sbf; naked; gag; cuffs; hogtie; fantasy; caught; FM+/f; tiny; shrunk; gang; robbery; captive; stuck; tease; hum; toys; insert; climax; cons/reluct; X
1: Discovered
Jennifer Monroe craned her neck, wincing as stiff bones popped and feeling the slight ache from the strain on her tortured shoulders. Peering through the dim light of the setting sun streaming through the dusty blinds covering her windows she could just make out the blurry red glow of the numbers on the alarm clock radio situated on the thin shelf above the head of her bed.
7:38 PM. Almost two hours...
Jennifer sighed contentedly into the fat rubber ball jammed between her lips then took another long, deep breath through her nose. Almost two hours of pleasantly erotic torture, struggling and squirming in her self-imposed bondage hog-tie. She moaned lustfully as she tugged against the chain of the handcuffs binding her wrists securely behind her back letting her imagination run wild once more...
She was kidnapped! Her captors, a big, burly man and a curvy, busty woman had invaded her tiny Manhattan studio apartment, bursting through the flimsy security chain on her door, which she had foolishly opened at their knocking, and easily overpowering the more petite Jennifer. Oh, she had struggled, but they had thrown her roughly to the carpeted floor. Then as she had opened her mouth to scream for help the woman had pounced onto her back and Jennifer's air had gushed from her lungs. Gasping and weak her attacker had easily rammed the huge red ballgag into Jennifer's gaping mouth and quickly buckled the thin leather straps tightly behind her head.
Terrified and sobbing Jennifer had grunted into the stifling gag as her assailant had next wrenched her arms painfully behind her back. She squealed in pain then as something cold and hard slammed against her left wrist, making a loud ratcheting sound even as it wrapped tightly and pinched into her soft skin. She whimpered as a moment later her right wrist was snugly cuffed as well and locked together with the left separated by only a couple short inches of steel chain.
Jennifer strained with all her strength against the tight metal handcuffs but knew instantly that they were far too sturdy to break and ratcheted way too tightly to slip her hands free. She snuffled in fear trying to draw oxygen into her starving lungs as she felt the woman raise up off of her to swing a leg over her prostrate body then to kneel at her side. She had turned to see, to plead with the woman who was binding her, but all she saw was the woman's hooded face and a wicked grin creasing her lips as she menacingly held up another pair of handcuffs, dangling them for Jennifer to see.
Jennifer whined as she felt her kidnapper grab her right leg and again felt the cold steel as the woman mercilessly encircled her ankle and squeezed the tight cuff closed. It ratcheted three times before it bit into her flesh, and even as Jennifer moaned the robber repeated the process on her left ankle leaving Jennifer cuffed and hobbled.
"Nnnnggh!" Jennifer yelped into her gag as the cruel woman's hand came slamming down hard onto her right butt cheek. SLAP! Tears welled in her eyes as the invader chuckled, her leather gloved fingers pinching into the soft flesh of Jennifer's ass making her squeal and writhe with the torment.
"How's it coming?" the woman had asked, her voice just above a whisper as she continued to poke, prod and pinch Jennifer's lush tush. Jennifer squeaked in protest as the leather clad fingers drifted down between her thighs and brushed across her vulva, which were sopping wet.
"Bitch ain't got shit," the man had said from somewhere behind her, his voice a bit louder and harsh with annoyance. "Laptop and a Nook. Galaxy Three phone and an old I-Touch. Forty-three bucks in her wallet. Got her Debit and two credit cards though. Lookin' fer her PINs."
"Look for her log on info too," the woman said as her fingers dipped into Jennifer's labia. Jennifer shivered as the fingers slipped deep feeling unwanted excitement thrill through her. "These dumb, Yuppie cunts always write their shit down."
"Yeah..."
Jennifer felt the fingers withdraw and shuddered at the sudden emptiness between her thighs. She was sweating in the heat of the apartment and the woman's intimate touch had gotten her hot despite- or maybe because of the situation.
"Damn, she's wet." Jennifer groaned to hear the woman confirm what she already knew. She blushed deeply in shame as she thrashed about a bit uselessly, trying to show that she was NOT enjoying this violation of her home.
"Got it."
Jennifer heard a paper rattle as the man's booted feet stomped closer. "Everything written down on one piece a' paper. PINs, User Names, Passwords, the works."
"Like always," the woman said, giving Jennifer's ass another sharp pinch. "Dumb slut."
"You done?" the man asked and Jennifer looked up to see him hoisting an over-sized bike messenger's bag over his shoulder. He smirked down as their eyes met. "Maybe we ought'a take her too. Nice piece of ass like that, we could prob'ly make a few bucks rentin' her out." He laughed.
"Naw," the woman said as she grabbed Jennifer's ankles and bent her legs up at the knees until her heels were touching her butt cheeks. "We take her and the Feds get involved. Just let me make her comfy and then we can get the hell outta here."
"I got her keys," the burly man had said as he stalked off towards the door. Jennifer felt the woman holding her ankles down as she fumbled with something, looping it through the chains of her handcuffs and then the ankle cuffs. She heard a sharp metallic click and as the woman removed her hands, Jennifer realized that she had locked a padlock between the chains, locking her hands to her feet in a hog-tie.
The woman swatted the side of her thigh again, causing Jennifer to yelp, then stood. A moment later she felt the evil woman's rubber-soled shoe in the small of her back between her stretched and straining arms.
"Wish I had more time, baby," the woman said giggling.
Jennifer felt the woman's weight increase and then just as suddenly it was gone and the pair was heading for the door.
"We'll call the cops from a phone booth," the woman called back, "maybe tomorrow after we've drained your bank account and maxxed your credit cards. You'll be fine till then. Have fun."
Jennifer screamed into her gag as the door slammed shut. She heard the locks sliding into place and then the faint sound of feet receding on the stairs beyond. She groaned and writhed there on the floor, a prisoner in her own home, helpless and trapped, horny as hell...
Jennifer shrieked, startled from her fantasies as another drop of icy cold water dropped onto her sweaty bare back with a splat. She jerked in her bonds at the sensation letting a moan of pleasure escape into the ballgag. She knew that her fun would soon be over; that the ice cube holding the keys to her freedom dangling above her suspended on a thread would all too soon melt away. The keys would fall onto her back and then it would be a fairly simple matter of maneuvering them into the locks and she would be free once more.
SPLAT!
Jennifer squirmed on the floor, rotating her wrists as far as the cuffs would allow, tugging on her bonds and pleading into her gag for her fantasy kidnappers to release her. She felt the cold droplets falling faster now, pooling on her back and mingling with her perspiration worked up from her struggles in the warm apartment. She felt filthy from grinding against the carpet. Dirty from her lust...
Shadowy movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Jennifer ceased her struggles and slowly turned her head towards the stove on the far side of the apartment. Staring intently and holding her breath she focused on the dark open space at the bottom of the oven. She hoped that she was wrong, but-
There! Jennifer groaned to see something move; a lighter shadow in the dark. And she knew exactly what it must be.
'Mice! Ugh!' she thought.
Jennifer hated mice with a passion, disgusting little creatures that they were. Not that she was afraid of them, but they were startling the way they crept around and got into everything. Unfortunately like cockroaches, they were part of life in the big city. She had had them before and no doubt would again until the damn Super got around to properly plugging the holes for the gas lines behind the stove.
Jennifer was quite literally helpless as she watched the creature crawling cautiously from its shadowy safe haven. She jerked a bit as light glinted in its eyes as it finally moved from under the oven. She groaned again as it crept closer, seeing another shadow moving behind the first.
Enough! Jennifer screamed into her gag as loud as she could and started thrashing about madly trying to scare the creepy things away, hopefully out of her apartment and off to someone else’s. She bucked and yelled, rocking from side to side and rattling the handcuff chains with all the force she could muster. Gagged as she was though and only able to breathe through her nose she soon became winded and weak. Breathing hard and spent she could only watch in astonishment as a third... then a fourth mouse appeared. And incredibly they seemed to be... lining up.
Jennifer's eyes flew wide then and she gasped as the first in the group reared up and impossibly stood. And not on stubby little mouse legs but on long, slender legs that looked all too human.
OMIGOD! Jennifer's mind screamed in shock. They weren't mice at all. They were little people!
Tinies!
2: The Take Over
Jennifer Monroe stared in wide-eyed fascination at the tiny figure slowly approaching the spot where she lay gagged and hog-tied, naked on the floor of her apartment. It was a Tiny! A real Tiny! And not just one, but several; a dozen at least that she could see crawling out from under her stove.
Of course she had heard of the little people. Who hadn't? It had been all over the news and in the papers for months when the first cases of the shrinking virus came to the attention of the world. It had apparently been kept a closely guarded secret for some time as government scientists and doctors studied the phenomenon, trying to find a cure. Back then it had been just a curiosity in the weekly tabloids as laughable as flying saucers and Bigfoot. It was only when a politician- some congressman, Jennifer thought- had dwindled away to four inches on live national television and in front of dozens of eye witnesses, not to mention the media, that people knew it was all too real and deadly serious.
After that it was a media blitz for months. On every channel and everywhere on the internet all the time. People crying on the news over loved one's gone missing, or worse, accidentally killed, usually crushed unawares underfoot. Scientists were trying to explain why it was happening and why only to certain people only, but there seemed no connection between the victims. Young or old, fat or thin, race, creed and sex did not seem to matter; though all of the victims had gone through puberty. That seemed the only constant.
As to the cause, theories ranged from a mutant gene to radiation from a solar flare to some new type of bomb tested by any number of terrorists or foreign countries. The most accepted theory was that it was indeed a new strain of virus, though again no one could as yet determine why only certain people were afflicted. Conspiracy Theorists knew that it was some disease concocted by the Russians in the Cold War of the 50’s. The religious zealots knew that it was the Will of God and preached from almost every corner in the city that the Last Days were coming. Whatever…
The fact was that it was real.
It had been over five years since the Congressman had shrunk, and for the Tinies things had progressively gotten worse and worse. At first they were treated with care and compassion as a cure was desperately sought. Jennifer supposed that the Powers That Be were still seeking a cure, as no one wanted to be a Tiny. But for those already afflicted…
The Tabloids had turned to horror stories of Tinies that were being experimented on to find a cure. There were rumors of shock treatment and vivisection, blurry pictures of Tinies taped to operating tables in secret laboratories being poked and prodded with sharp instruments. Too, there were stories of a growing slave trade in Third World countries. Tinies were being bought and sold by the rich around the world as pets; some pampered and well kept, while others were simply kept in cages like hamsters, or worse. There was one story in particular that Jennifer remembered reading in the check out line in the supermarket. A man in Columbia bought Tinies by the bushel to feed to the exotic snakes that he raised and sold.
Even in the United States, little by little the Tinies were seemingly losing their rights. It was debated and decided that since the little people could no longer fend for themselves that a Guardianship Program should be started. Most families suddenly finding a Tiny in their midst would of course control their diminutive family member. Those without family or abandoned would be assigned a Guardian through the courts from a long list of exuberant and willing applicants. Jennifer imagined that some of the Tinies went to good and loving homes, but she had heard stories…
Jennifer shuddered as another drop of icy water hit her skin, dripping from the melting could that was suspended above her on a thin thread. She focused again, wishing for the keys held within the ice to drop so that she could free herself from her self-bondage and chase these invaders of her home away.
She stared at the small figure approaching her, seemingly bold as she walked across the vast expanse of carpet, strolling through the fading light seeping through the window blinds. It was a woman Jennifer could tell as she drew near, maybe six inches tall. Her long, brown hair was about the same color of Jennifer’s, but hers looked greasy and flecked with dust. Her whole body seemed filthy, including what she wore, which seemed to be a pink Barbie’s dress trimmed down to fall to mid-thigh and belted with a string at the waist. Her feet were wrapped in bits of leather and tied at the ankles with string as well. She seemed covered in dust and dirt, and her skin was pale but she seemed fit and trim, not an ounce of fat on her body. Eating scraps and garbage as Rogue Tinies did, Jennifer imagined she would be skinny.
The woman was carrying a small sword, which Jennifer assumed had been a letter opener at some point. It seemed longer than the woman was tall but she held it easily enough and Jennifer could tell that it looked sharp and probably deadly in the little woman’s hands. The tiny woman stopped about a foot in front of Jennifer’s befuddled face and planted the tip of her sword into the floor, leaning on it as she peered curiously at the larger woman.
“Linda!” a tiny voice shouted from somewhere off to the side and Jennifer’s gaze flicked to the right to see a tiny man running forward.
He was maybe three inches tall and filthy, his hair wild and in disarray and dressed in a piece of cloth that had been fashioned like a toga. He was brandishing a small nail as he charged up in excitement.
“See?” he shouted, breathing hard. Like the woman he was thin and lean but half her height. Jennifer knew that the virus affected everyone differently. Some had only shrank a few inches while others had dwindled until they vanished from sight and everything in between.
“It’s just like I said!” Jennifer saw now that he was closer that what she had thought to be a man was actually just a boy, maybe thirteen years old. “She’s totally stuck! Been like that for a couple hours.”
“I see, Johnny,” the small woman said as she stared at Jennifer’s huge, bound form. “You did good.” The woman glanced up above Jennifer briefly, then turned her gaze onto the boy. “And she did all this to herself?” she asked.
“Yeah!” the boy replied. “I saw the whole thing. She hung that ice up into the ceiling, then gagged herself and put on the cuffs. I watched her for awhile and she seemed, like, really excited over something. When I saw she wasn’t going nowhere I ran back to the holt and got you.”
“Good boy, Johnny.” The woman ruffled a hand through the boy’s greasy hair then turned towards the other Tinies. Jennifer saw that there was fifteen or more of them now standing at the edge of the gap under the stove. They ranged between what Jennifer figured was half an inch to five inches, though none were taller than the woman with the sword that stood before her. They were all filthy and ragged looking, all lean and some appearing half-starved, dressed in rags and bits of cloth. She saw that some held small weapons; a razor blade affixed to a matchstick, nails, toothpicks and tiny plastic swords used to skewer olives and cocktail onions. Johnny seemed to be the youngest as far as she could see, and there was a woman with gray hair and a small sliver of wood that she was leaning on like a cane who had to be at least sixty.
“You all know what to do!” the woman called out to her group. “Let’s get it done!”
Jennifer watched as all the Tinies scattered save for the older woman. She hobbled forward as Johnny dashed away. The taller woman- Linda- turned back to stare at Jennifer again. For some reason Jennifer blushed with embarrassment and squirmed in her bonds as water hit her back again with a splat.
“Well, here’s a sight,” the old woman said with a chuckle. Jennifer could see that her leg had been broken at some point in her life and not set well as it twisted at an odd angle. Her gray hair was pulled back into a tight bun and she was squinting as though she needed glasses. Otherwise she was handsome for her age, though filthy with dirt and dust like the rest.
“I’ll say,” the taller woman said smiling down at the older who was maybe an inch shorter. “Johnny said that she did this to herself. Can you imagine?” The woman shook her head, giggling. “I had a friend back in college that was into bondage, but I don’t think she ever went this far.” The woman shrugged. “Or maybe she did. Doesn’t matter. That was a lifetime ago.”
The older woman nodded in understanding and Jennifer supposed that she did as well. For the Tinies, their old lives were gone, done. When they shrank it was all new.
“This is a hell of an opportunity though.” The older woman smiled up at Jennifer, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“Mmm-Hmmn.” The woman Linda nodded in agreement. “I figure it’s Friday night. Odds are she doesn’t go back to work until Monday, and even then it’ll be a day or two before someone comes round to check on her. We’ve got a good three or four days here, provided she doesn’t get loose.” The older woman laughed out loud at that.
“Look at her. She can’t get away.” Both women laughed.
“Yeah. It’ll be nice to live in a little luxury for awhile.”
Jennifer’s mind was awhirl at what she was hearing. The woman, Linda was right in that she did not have to go back to work until the weekend was over, and Jennifer suspected too that it would be a couple days after that before anyone was concerned enough to come look for her. ‘My God!’ she thought. ‘They’re going to keep me here like this for four days, bound and gagged while they ransack my apartment!’
Jennifer raged into her gag and thrashed about in her bondage as the implications of that hit her fully. She’d need water and food, and what about the bathroom? God, she’d die of dehydration before the Tinies finally left and they probably would not care in the least after what they had probably been through since shrinking. Jennifer’s eyes went wide as she finally calmed; breathing hard again as she realized that her kidnap fantasy had come true.
Jennifer noted that the two little women had backed away a few steps while she had been writhing in her bonds. They didn’t look afraid, just cautious as they watched her. Finally Linda stepped forward again, her eyes boring into Jennifer’s for a quick moment before she turned away.
“Go check the door locks, Claire. I doubt she did this and left her apartment unlocked, but better safe than sorry. I’ll check on the others.”
Jennifer watched as the two women turned away. The older hobbled off and out of sight along the length of her body heading for the hallway and the front door. As slow as she was moving in her tiny steps Jennifer figured it would be awhile before she got back.
Linda trotted much quicker across the carpeting and back towards the small kitchenette where the other Tinies seemed to be working. She saw a man about four inches tall whirling a weighted rope about in a wide arch, finally tossing it high. The huge weight on the end fell short of the sink by a few inches and the Tinies scattered as it came crashing down again.
“Let me try,” Linda said as she approached, gathering the rope as the smaller man in the loincloth stepped back to give her room. Linda took up the thin, knotted rope and whirled it about a few times, finally flinging it skyward. Jennifer watched as it went up and up, arching at its apex and landing in the sink with a heavy thump. The Tinies cheered as Linda tugged on the rope and somehow it held. Jennifer realized that the weight on the end had to be a magnet that was now affixed to her metal sink.
“Here you go,” Linda said as she handed the trailing end of the rope back to the smaller man. “Get the ladder secured and the water running. Then we’ll work on the cupboards.”
“On it, Boss,” the man said with a quick salute before shimmying up the rope like a monkey with a pair of bundles slung over his back and shoulders. Within seconds he was on the countertop and moments later had turned on the taps so that water was running into the sink.
Jennifer’s attention turned to the refrigerator and several Tinies that were gathered there. There were four of them ranging in size between three and five inches all holding pens and pencils and prying at the bottom of the refrigerator door. They were all struggling, sweating and straining but working hard and together, shouting out numbers then heaving as one. After three more tries Jennifer saw the door pop open, light bathing the Tinies and the floor in a thin beam. Another cheer rang out at their little victory.
“Get the pushpin in place!” Linda called out even as one Tiny clambered up onto the back of another, tack in hand. The one piggy-back stretched up and slammed the point of the pushpin into the rubber seal lining the edge of the refrigerator door, thus ensuring that it would stay open a crack. Just enough to keep the contents cool and enough to prevent the effort of having to pry the door open again.
Watching the well-coordinated group of little people, Jennifer was certain they had done this time and again. It seemed they had their various duties down to a science. She watched as the back riding Tiny stretched and then hoisted himself up into the refrigerator.
“Jack pot!” the little man called out. “The veggie bin’s full and there’s plenty of soda, water, juice and even a couple beers. Party tonight!” Jennifer fumed at the little man’s words. Of course the fridge was full. She had gotten paid the day before and went grocery shopping just that morning. “Hamburger too. Maybe we can get the stove going.”
“Maybe, but party tomorrow. There’s still a lot to get done.” Linda said watching as the first Tiny unrolled a long rope ladder made of yarn and sent it uncoiling over the edge of the counter to pile at a heap on the floor. Obviously he had secured it somewhere on the countertop. “Get up there and get the cupboards open,” Linda said to a few Tinies that had gathered awaiting her command. The four surged forward and one by one started climbing the rope ladder heading for the countertop.
“There’s a microwave up here!” the first Tiny shouted down.
“Good!” Linda answered. “Get the utensil drawer open too. Let’s see if we can scrounge some more weapons.”
Jennifer jumped in her bonds as something thumped onto the floor right behind her. She turned her head to look at her small, twin bed- basically just a mattress and box set on the floor. One of her pillows was on the floor and she saw a small group of Tinies heaving on her other pillow, dragging it towards the edge. She saw that there was a knotted thick string that appeared to be attached to a grappling hook made out of paper clips and taped together embedded in the edge of the mattress with another rope ladder dangling beside that.
Craning her neck even farther she saw two more little people scaling her CD Tower. They were a black man that appeared mostly naked save a loincloth at three inches and a skinny white woman with cropped hair and a toga seeming a couple inches taller. Once at the top the pair separated, the man scrambling onto her chest of drawers on the left while the woman crawled up onto the bookcase on the right. Jennifer imagined that they would find plenty on both pieces of furniture that they could use.
“Four steak knives,” one of the Tinies on her counter shouted down even as Jennifer heard a clatter on the floor. She turned back to see the other Tiny up in her kitchen cabinets, shoving plastic containers from past deliveries of food out and onto the floor. There were more Tinies standing back and away as the containers fell, waiting for the signal to charge forward. “A can opener and a carving knife, spoons, forks, butter knives and straws.”
“Drop the steak knives and the straws,” Linda ordered, “Leave the rest. We’ll take the knives back to the Holt tomorrow, and if we can’t cut ‘em down for weapons we’ll add them to the defenses. Canned foods?” Linda called up.
“Plenty!” the Tiny shoving the containers shouted back. “Four cans of tuna, corn, chili, beef stew, tomatoes, baked beans… We’re gonna be set for awhile.” The Tiny beamed and Jennifer saw Linda nod.
“We’ll deal with that tomorrow too. Get the water flowing.”
Linda turned and strode back towards Jennifer’s huge face. Her gaze spanned the bed, dresser and bookcase, then glanced towards the hallway and the front door where Claire had gone. Jennifer heard the other pillow hit the floor and jerked again.
“We can’t all climb that well, so we’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight,” Linda planted her sword point first to the floor and leaned on it again. “And the next few nights.” She smiled then shrugged. “I’m sorry we’re robbing you but it’s how we survive. If we had money I’d give it to you, but what do we need with money anymore.” Jennifer stared at the tiny woman and was surprised to see that she truly seemed sincere.
“Water flowing!”
Jennifer heard the shout and turned her attention to the sink. She saw a long bit of surgical tubing dangling from the sink and down to the floor and the plastic containers that were lined up there. As she watched she saw water flowing through the thin rubber tubing and she realized that they were siphoning water from the sink down into the containers like someone stealing gas from a car’s gas tank. Again she marveled at their ingenuity.
“Door’s locked,” the older woman Claire’s voice sounded. “Deadbolt and a standard. There’s a chain, but it’s not in.”
“And the hall?” Linda asked and Jennifer saw Claire shrug.
“Boxes lining the wall. Shelves way up high. Gonna be a bitch to climb to see what’s on top. Her purse is by the door too.”
“Maybe we won’t need to.” Linda replied referring to the boxes as she looked to Jennifer, then back to the older woman.
“Closet door’s open a crack,” the woman said. “She’s a shoe horse, that’s for sure. There’s a toolbox but it has a lot of shit piled on top of it. Couple file cabinets too.”
“Good, Claire,” Linda said scanning the main room again. The Tiny on the dresser was tossing down safety pins, paper clips, earrings and small paper clamps. The one on the bookcase was throwing pens over the side from Jennifer’s cup where she stored her extras. One of the Tinies on the bed had swung onto the middle shelf of the bookcase and had found her box cutter that she used to open care packages from her parents on her birthday and at Christmas and to cut up pizza boxes more often. He tossed it to the floor to clatter on the carpet.
Jennifer squealed into her gag as something hard, heavy and cold suddenly landed in the middle of her back. She realized at once that the keys to her cuffs and padlock had finally melted from the ice and dropped. Immediately she started rocking her body, trying to topple onto her side and drop the keys to the floor where she could get at them and free herself.
“Oh no you don’t!” she heard Linda shout as the little woman charged forward. She felt the Tiny grab onto her sweaty hair and swing upwards to clamber up onto her shoulders. Jennifer squeaked from the sharp tug and soon felt the tiny feet padding along her slick skin sending strange thrills through her body and making her tingle. She tried to rock and buck but all too soon she felt the tiny woman in the small of her back, the cold weight of the keys suddenly gone.
“Nnnngggh…” Jennifer moaned as she felt the small woman padding across her bare skin again, a moment later dropping to the floor. Jennifer watched helplessly as the Tiny strolled in front of her again, her sword eased on her shoulder, her left hand holding the small ring with the three keys that meant her freedom dangling in her right hand. Linda held up the ring and jangled the keys with a wicked grin on her face.
“I’ll be keeping these for the next few days,” the little woman mocked, then smiled. “I’ll put them where you can get them when we leave, but for now consider yourself kidnapped.” Linda smirked and Jennifer moaned.
Her greatest fantasy had come true in a way she never could have imagined…
3 Linda's Story
Sleep was a long time coming…
The Tinies had worked long into the night making as much of Jennifer’s small studio apartment as accessible as possible. Rope ladders dangled from the kitchen counter, her bed, her desk and she assumed her bathroom as some Tinies had emerged from there shoving a half-full bottle of aspirin, her dental floss, a roll of white surgical tape, a bag of cotton balls and a box of bandages. They had filled sandwich bags with safety pins, paper clips and clamps, sewing needles and small nails from a box on her dresser near the hall. They had taken batteries from her desktop, pushpins and even her old I-Touch and charger. From her purse they had taken nail polish and gum, a pack of cigarettes, matches and her Zippo lighter and fluid, an emery board and finally her cell phone that lay on the floor tantalizingly just out of easy reach.
Or would have been if she was not handcuffed and hog-tied, naked and gagged on the floor.
As dusk turned to night they had found her candles, several that were left over from the blackout after Hurricane Sandy, in the cabinet below the sink. They had scattered them about the floor of the apartment, lighting them and giving the scene a strange, surreal imagery as the Tinies did their assigned tasks, scurrying about the apartment. Most everything they had gathered was piled near the stove to be transported to their ‘Holt’ the next day.
They had filled several of her plastic take-out containers with water and dragged them near the pillows, lining them up in front of the radiator. Jennifer Monroe stared longingly at the water, her throat parched and her body dehydrated in the heat and the humidity of the summer’s night. They had worked hard to push a few of the containers into the bathroom, she assumed to use as bathtubs and a communal latrine.
Throughout, the tallest Tiny, Linda directed everyone in their tasks. She was definitely the leader of the group, and Jennifer suspected that the little woman had been in the military at some point, or at least worked in some managerial position where she commanded respect. All the Tinies jumped at her command and followed her lead without question.
“All right, let’s call it a night. Let’s eat and get some sleep. There’s still a lot to do tomorrow.” Linda turned as she spoke making sure to include everyone. “We did good tonight. A few more hard hours of work tomorrow and then we can relax for a few days.” A cheer went up at that and Linda turned to Jennifer with a smile and a wink. Jennifer thumped her head against the floor and sighed into the ballgag jammed into her mouth.
Jennifer jerked to feel a tiny hand stroking her cheek. Her eyes snapped open and she saw the tiny Linda standing beside her face, a sympathetic smile curling her lips.
“I really am sorry for all this,” the little woman said. “It’s just too good an opportunity to pass up. We need supplies. It’s a hard life living in the walls and eating garbage, fighting off the rats, looking over our shoulders every second. You ‘Norms’ don’t have a clue how hard it is for us.
“IF we get away from the sadistic psychos and perverts, we live like savages in the building walls, under the floors, in the sewers, wherever.” The woman shrugged. “It sucks, but it’s all we got. Very, very few people actually want to help us. Most want to keep us as pets or slaves. The government wants to experiment on us… ‘Cure’ us. Hah! What a crock.” Linda watched a moment as her people lined up for dinner; cold bits of lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, peppers, thimbles brought from their Holt filled with water.
“I was lucky,” Linda said with a sadness in her voice, “for awhile at least. I shrank in the first few months after the virus became public, but I was in my apartment- not so far from here- and my girlfriend found me, six-inches short and terrified as she towered over me. I shrieked like a maniac the first time she picked me up. I’d heard stories even then. She loved me though and set my fears to rest.
“She wanted to take me to the hospital, but I didn’t want to go. I’m a Conspiracy Theorist you see, one of those oddballs that thinks the government is out to control us and that a select few of the super rich call the shots and there are dead aliens being vivified in Area 51.” Linda laughed and plopped down on the floor in front of Jennifer’s face staring up at her.
“You look like Carol,” she said with a sigh as she stretched out her legs and crossed her ankles, leaning back on her arms. “A little bit at least. Hair’s about the same color but longer and your eyes a sparkling brown and dreamy just like hers. God, I miss her so much.” Jennifer felt a pang of sorrow as the tiny woman sighed and wiped at her eyes.
“She died about three years ago,” Linda said sadly, looking up at Jennifer, her eyes shimmering with tears. “Blood clot. Cut off the oxygen to her brain. She almost crushed me when she fell. There… there was nothing I could do. I had to… stand there like a fucking… DOLL and watch her… die! God!”
Tears welled in Jennifer’s eyes as she remembered her own girlfriend, the love of her life that had passed away by the same affliction over six years prior. Erica had been a health nut; running every day, no alcohol, no meat, no dairy except a very rare omelet with cheese. Little salt or suger. Didn’t smoke. She had died one Saturday morning in March in Jennifer’s arms. Jennifer mewled into her gag trying to make the Tiny understand that she understood. Linda shuddered and wiped her eyes again.
“I managed to call 911 on her cell phone. Cops came, paramedics, firemen, but it was too late. Carol was gone. They bundled her up and took her away. One of the paramedics said I needed to come to the hospital for the paperwork. I was numb as I directed him to insurance cards and ID and such. We went to St. Vincent’s and I spent a couple hours answering questions and making sure her insurance was in order. Then they took me to see Carol one last time.
“She was in a small room, naked and laid out on a bed still strapped to the gurney. She had a tube shoved down her throat. God… I started screaming and crying as the nurse set me on the bed to say goodbye.” Linda went silent for several minutes watching her people get their food and settle in to eat.
“The nurse checked on me several times. Let me have an hour with Carol and brought me water and a cracker and a ripped piece of surgical gown to cover up in. I had totally blanked that I was naked, but I couldn’t eat. The last time she came in she looked worried. Said the cops wanted to talk to me. I said I would, but she shook her head.
“They want to take you,” she said and I looked up at her in confusion. I wasn’t thinking straight just then.
“They’re gonna take you and give you to the Feds,” she had said. “Tinies are being rounded up.” Her words sank in and I knew exactly what that meant. Kept in a hamster cage in some lab in the CDC and experimented on until I died.
“I can’t keep you, but I can get you out. If you trust me.”
“I looked at Carol a long final time then turned to the nurse and nodded. She gently picked me up and stuffed me deep into her bra until I was nestled snugly between her breasts and hidden. She snuck me past the police telling them that I needed a bit more time alone and I spent the rest of the day in her locker. At the end of her shift that night she got me and hid me in her panties- they were checking everyone’s bags at the exits looking for me.
“When we were outside and well away from the hospital she dipped her hand into her panties and pulled me free. I was covered in sweat and her juices as she set me on the ground before a sewer grate. I looked up at her, shivering from the cold and fear of what was to come of me.
“I'm sorry I can’t take you home with me. My husband…” she said shaking her head, a look of timidity clouding her face. “I’ve heard there’s others like you in the sewers. Maybe you’ll meet them,” she went on as she stood up. She looked down on me then, a giantess standing tall above me as she smiled sheepishly, then ran off, waving her arm and hailing a cab. I watched as she got in and sped away.
“I don’t know how long I stood there staring into the filthy dark sewer, but I jerked in surprise when I heard a shout: “Hey, look!”
I looked up and saw a group of teenagers hurtling towards me on skateboards; two boys and a girl all grinning widely. I thought for a split second about letting them catch me, then remembered how cruel kids can be. I took a deep breath, screwed up my courage and dropped down into the sewers. I was lucky I didn’t break my neck, but there was a short gutter to channel the rain down into the main line. I managed to stop my slide right at the edge of what looked to me like a drop of a couple hundred feet. It was probably more like six, but at our size…” she said with a shrug gesturing towards her companions.
“The kids had found a skinny tree branch and were trying to get me but they couldn’t get the angle. The girl even managed to squeeze her hand through the grate, but her arm was too fat to get past the wrist. I still had to duck under her long nails as I ran over to the wall and started rock climbing down to my new home and life.” Jennifer and Linda stared at one another for a long, thoughtful moment that broke with the small woman’s mournful sigh.
Jennifer watched as Linda stood and strolled towards where the Tinies had set out the food. She looked and saw that all of the others were seated on her two pillows, chatting away as they enjoyed their cold meal. She noticed that there seemed to be a few more of them than she first thought. She now counted twenty-three in the small group, plus Linda.
She saw Claire sitting high up on the pillow with her back to the massive wall of the bed, nibbling on a piece of tomato. Juice gushed and smeared her face as she bit into the soft vegetable and she wiped it away with a torn piece of paper towel. Jennifer noted Johnny, the one who had apparently discovered her and her helplessness earlier in the day. He was chewing on a tiny bit of lettuce and staring at her intently. Was that lust she saw on his face? He was young and probably shrank before his first chance at sex. She could only imagine what was running through his mind.
What made her eyes widen however was the small woman she saw reclining on the far edge of the pillows near the radiator. She was maybe three inches tall and young and pregnant. Very pregnant! Her stomach was huge for her size and it looked like she had swallowed a golf ball. She was trying to eat but looked miserable, sweating and in pain.
“That’s Anne.”
Jennifer jerked at the sound of the tiny voice beside her head. She shifted to see Linda standing near and crunching on a bit of carrot, sword in hand again and pinned to the floor.
“She shrank just two months ago. She was one of your neighbors actually. Lived on the sixth floor. Recognize her?” Jennifer shook her head indicating ‘No’. In Manhattan though, apartment’s changed hands frequently and it seemed that every month people were moving in and out. There were only a few of her fellow tenants that she recognized, and fewer still whose names she knew.
“Frank found her near frantic and in a bird cage on the coffee table in her apartment while on a scouting mission.” Linda pointed to one of the other new Tinies that Jennifer had not seen before. He was two inches tall, well muscled and black with a gray, unruly Afro.
“She’d been shrunk for a little over a week. Her husband found her the first day when he came home from work and she said that he was caring at first, for a couple days anyway. Then one day he came home with some woman from his office that he had apparently been having an affair with. Anne said, at first the woman was just shocked and curious, watching her. Then she started wanting to touch her and poke her and finally picked her up with an approving nod from her husband.
“The woman pulled off her little piece of scarf that Anne was wearing and started to rub her breasts and then between her legs. Eventually as the woman got more bold she popped Anne into her mouth and sucked on her for awhile. When she finally spit her back out Anne started to beg but that only got her husband and his mistress more excited. They tortured her then had sex right in front of her. Then they had sex with her by stuffing her inside a condom.
“That happened almost every night for the rest of the week. When Frank found her she was numb from shock but started shrieking for help when she saw him. He took her into the walls after he got her out of the cage that her husband had bought her as a ‘gift’. Fucking bastard. Him and his whore broke her arm while they were fucking. Didn’t care.” Linda frowned then took another bite of carrot as Jennifer peered at the tiny girl only then seeing the makeshift toothpick splint taped about her far left arm.
“Worst thing is she’s three months pregnant,” the Tiny said sadly. It took Jennifer a moment to realize just what that implied. She looked at the young woman and the huge bulge of her belly and her eyes went wide in horror.
“Nnnnn…”
Linda nodded glumly. “We think the baby doesn’t have the virus and is growing normally. It’s so sad and sick.” Linda paused and she and Jennifer watched as the woman seated next to Anne wiped her down with a bit of damp paper towel.
“We’re hoping things will change, but not likely. When it gets too much for her, we’ll put her down. Otherwise the fetus will just explode out of her belly. Sucks. She’s such a sweet kid. The hell she’s been through… Going through…” Linda’s voice was choked with tears before she went silent and Jennifer watched as Anne lay back on the pillow and relaxed as best she could, rubbing her huge, bloated stomach.
“Sucks to be us. Sucks to be tiny.” Linda popped the last of the carrot into her mouth and turned back to Jennifer. “It’s hell trying to live like this. Trying to find someplace safe, gathering food, trying not to get caught or stepped on.
“The sewers and subways are a horror I learned quick enough, but better than the streets. It’s fairly cool or warm depending on the season, but the water is rancid more often than not and food is scarce. Rats are rampant under the streets and vicious. And then there’s the Homeless. Most of them are on edge all the time, one step out of Bellevue. They’re cruel…” The woman hugged herself, shivering from some memory.
“I was lucky and hooked up with this group after a few days down in the tunnels. It was run by a guy named Tony at the time. Real Guido, but he knew his shit. Had everyone organized. He got us into your building through the gas lines when they were working on the boiler last summer. We found a place beneath the basement- it used to be a Fall-Out shelter he said, back in the fifties. A storage room now but hardly ever used or opened.
“Him and a few others got crushed a couple weeks later. They were scouting an apartment early one morning and the tenant came back for some reason after she had left for work. She smashed Tony under her shoe and two others, grinding them into the floor like they were bugs, cursing like a sailor and laughing. They were people though. Good people…”
Linda plopped down on the floor again setting her sword aside. She looked at Anne but the girl was asleep now, wrestling with her dreams. “I became leader of the Clan after that. There were others been with the group longer, but I was in the army for six years. Two shifts and left a Captain. I knew how to get things done and organize people.” Linda sighed, leaning back on her arms and stretching out her legs, feet crossed at the ankles.
“I hate it. Hate being in charge but someone has to be. It sucks having to decide the fate of others.” Linda glanced up at Jennifer giving a wan smile. “Anne for one. And you…
“A couple people wanted to kill you outright so we can stay here until the stench gets to be too much and someone comes to investigate. A few others agree but want to starve you instead. Just let you wither away and die for however long that would take.
“Don’t worry. I know someone will come looking for you eventually. My peers don’t always think things through. Most of the time we live moment to moment. It’s rare we get an opportunity like this. After a few days, we’ll leave. Hopefully without having to find a new building to live in, or go back to the sewers.
“I know you’ll probably tell the Super, call the cops. They won’t find us, but we’ll have to move on cuz everyone in the building will be looking out for us and the Feds will probably be called in. Too bad too. I like it here.”
Jennifer stared as the tiny woman stretched and stood again, using the sword to get to her feet. She turned to the other Tinies, most of whom were drowsing on the pillows. “Lights out!” she called out as she moved off and started to walk about the apartment to extinguish the candles. All save one that was set near the doorway to the bathroom. She left that one burning as she strolled back past Jennifer’s face. The tiny woman reached out and patted Jennifer’s cheek.
“Hope you can get some sleep, Hun,” she said then moved on towards the pillows where she laid her sword aside and collapsed. Within moments, Jennifer saw that her little captor was asleep.
Jennifer stared at the Tinies arrayed on her pillows, exhausted and asleep from the day’s efforts. Her gaze lingered on Linda as she thought about all that she had said.
Sleep was a long time coming…
4 Ever-lovin’ Saturday
Jennifer woke with a start, jerking in her chains as loud talking suddenly blared filling her tiny apartment and washing over her. She groaned into her gag as stiff, straining muscles cramped and complained after hours of abuse with her movement. Her shoulders burned from the constant tension caused by her self-imposed hog-tie. Sharp pain stabbed into her calves and thighs as muscles clenched causing tears to well in her eyes and roll down her cheeks.
Struggling to ease the agony she started rocking and kicking as best she was able, bound as she was, handcuffed at wrists and ankles. Finally after agonizing moments she was able to raise her right knee enough and roll her shoulders to force her body to topple onto its side with a thump.
Suddenly the room erupted with laughter and applause, whistles and catcalls. Blinking back her tears and still sobbing in pain Jennifer tried to focus on the noise, trying to see. She knew very well where it was coming from though.
She saw the Tinies that had invaded her apartment the night before arrayed along the front of the bed; some sitting up high on her pillows while the rest lined the edge above. All were laughing or smiling at least. Some pointed and she even saw some of the males ogling her now very visible- and very bare- breasts and shaved pussy. Jennifer felt her tears welling again at the humiliation as her skin started to burn and blush crimson.
“You okay?”
Jennifer heard the now familiar voice of the six-inch tall Linda as the television remote oddly slid into her view along the carpeted floor. A moment later the woman stepped into sight and stood before her face, a slight look of concern causing her to frown, her brows creased. She was dressed as she had been the day before, though barefoot now and her long brown hair was tied back into a tail and held in place by a tiny bit of string. She started to say something, then thought better of it and her frown deepened. Jennifer watched through blurry eyes as the small woman stepped onto one of the buttons on the TV remote and the volume decreased.
“That’s better,” she said returning her attention to the hog-tied giantess before her. “Muscle cramps?” she asked with a slight smirk and Jennifer nodded, moaning into her gag.
“That’s gotta hurt,” the Tiny giggled and glanced up at the alarm clock above Jennifer’s bed. “Gotta figure though, you’ve been tied up for over thirteen hours, so you probably deserve a little pain for abusing your body like that.” Jennifer moaned as the woman strolled away from her face then jumped as she felt Linda’s hand on her right breast.
“That’s quite a rack you have there, sweetie.” Linda giggled. Jennifer shivered as she felt the tiny hand sliding along her skin, Linda continuing her walk down her gigantic body. The tiny fingers seemed to tickle as they drifted sending shocks though Jennifer’s body and making her groan as her pussy quivered and dampened. She shuddered and groaned loudly when the woman wrapped her fingers about Jennifer’s stiff right nipple and gave it a hard squeeze, laughing. She heard the crowd laugh as well, whistling and shouting out words of encouragement.
Jennifer moaned as Linda finally released her nipple with a sharp twist and strolled back to the remote. With a hard shove she kicked it and it slid across the floor to butt up against the base of the pillows. Linda gave Jennifer a quick smile then turned and walked to the pillows herself where she climbed up a bit then flopped down and started watching whatever was on the television. She was facing away from the wide screen, but by the sound of what she heard, Jennifer thought it was the Today Show.
As her sobbing slowly started to subside Jennifer could finally make out the words coming from the television. Darlene Rodriguez was reading the news and most of the Tinies seemed rapt with attention. She noticed too now that she could focus that some of her captors had thimbles and seemed to be drinking, sharing in pairs and trios. It was then that she smelled the brewed aroma of coffee drifting through the air. ‘How did they get my Mr. Coffee going?’ she wondered, not to mention getting the coffee down to the floor. She set the machine everyday after getting home from work, but Jennifer was facing the wrong way, so might never know the answer to the second question she figured.
Jennifer jerked as another Tiny walked by her head, coming into her field of vision. He was not quite five inches tall and appeared to be Asian with a good shape to his body despite his diminutive size. Like many of the others he was wearing a makeshift toga of ripped cloth belted with a string. He was carrying another thimble and strode right up to wear Linda was sitting.
“Here you go, Babe,” he said reaching up to hand the coffee to the taller woman. She accepted it with a smile as he scrambled up the pillow to sit next to her. She took a sip and smiled.
“Mmmmm…” she purred, closing her eyes and grinning happily. “God, it’s been forever. That’s sooo good.” Linda looked back, up and around then raised her thimble high. “Let’s give a cheer and a bit of thanks to our hostess for all that she’s provided. A toast!”
Jennifer watched as all the Tinies holding thimbles raised them high, the others without clapping, as all cheered her. Jennifer simply groaned and closed her eyes, thumping her head to the floor.
“Aww, don’t be sore, Sweetie,” Linda said. “It’s just that it’s been quite awhile since any of us has had a chance to relax like this. Life in the walls is hell like I told you last night. Filthy and disgusting sometimes. And it’s been a couple weeks since we’ve been able to catch up on what’s going on in the world. Our radio’s batteries died and we haven’t gotten replacements till now. So just relax and enjoy your little kink for now.” Linda smirked. “And if you’re a good girl maybe I’ll give you a little treat later.”
Jennifer groaned and snorted into her gag as most of the Tinies giggled or laughed. Like she had a choice.
***
After the Today Show ended, Linda got her group organized and busy working again. She kept the three largest and strongest looking Tinies along with Johnny with her and set all the rest with the task of hauling her pilfered things back to their Holt somewhere within the walls of the apartment building, down in the fallout shelter in the basement.
There were some moans of protest, but Linda quickly cut them off. “You know we can’t stay here forever. This woman has a life and eventually someone will come looking for her if she doesn’t call in to work or family. Whatever, I don’t want to have to rush around at the last minute to get out with our supplies. If we all work hard and quickly, then we can enjoy the rest of our time here while we can.”
Grudgingly the others agreed, and everyone assigned to stealing her things filed by soon, heading towards the stove where everything was piled up and waiting. Jennifer noticed that Claire and Anne remained on the pillows, both apparently exempt from the physical labor; the prior due to her age and gimp leg, the latter because she looked ready to burst from her pregnancy. Jennifer noted that Claire was rubbing the younger woman’s belly as her face twisted with pain.
“What about us, boss?” Jason, the tiny Asian asked.
Linda turned and pointed. “We’re gonna get that dresser open and see what we can use. Gotta be clothes and such at least that we can alter and use for our clothes and bedding. Maybe we’ll get lucky. After that we’ll work on the desk drawers. We’ll run lines through the handles on the bottom drawer and with all of us pulling we should be able to get it open. Once the first is done the rest will be easy. Johnny, Bill, go get the lines set up.”
The two smallest of the five scampered off to do as they were told while Linda, Jason and a five inch tall, forty-ish man remained. Linda looked up at Jennifer’s face and smiled softly.
“I know you’re probably thirsty and hungry,” the tiny woman said. “If you promise not to freak and yell for help we’ll loosen that gag a bit and give you some water. I don’t want you dying of dehydration.” Linda shrugged. “Seriously, I don’t want you dying at all. If you scream though, we’ll shove that ball right back into your mouth and that’ll be the end of it. Will you be good?” she asked. Jennifer hesitated only a moment before nodding.
Linda strolled back by the pillows and picked up her sword/letter opener. “All righty then. Jason… Ed… First drag the water container over here in front of her face… and a straw, then get behind her head and loosen up that gag a couple notches.”
Linda whipped her tiny sword about in a flourish and set the sharp point at Jennifer’s throat. “I’ll have this pressing over your carotid artery. Give us any shit and I swear I’ll cut you. Understood?” Jennifer nodded worriedly feeling the point pressing into her skin. “Good girl,” Linda said with a wide smile.
Jennifer watched as the two little men struggled with the almost full container of water, dragging it over from the radiator and closer to her bound form. Linda meanwhile used her sword with a flourish to slice the paper wrapping off of a straw and withdraw it while the men scampered up Jennifer’s body and onto her back. Grunting and straining with the effort they managed to unbuckle the leather straps of her ball gag and Jennifer moaned in relief as it slid a bit from between her lips.
“That’s enough,” Linda said as she dipped the end of the bendy straw into the water. Jennifer licked her parched lips as best as she was able and breathed heavily even as the small woman slipped the other end of the straw between her lips. Jennifer sipped greedily for several seconds, swiftly draining the Tupperware of every drop of tepid water.
“Wow. You were thirsty.” Linda giggled then motioned for the men to tighten the gag again. Jennifer’s eyes went wide.
“No!” she shouted and as Linda staggered back, raising her sword. Jennifer lowered her frantic voice. “No… Please don’t. I’ll be good, I promise. Please don’t put the gag back.”
The tiny woman stared at her intently for a long time, then finally nodded, planting the tip of her sword to the floor. “Okay,” she said then looked up to Jason and Ed. “Jason… Get comfortable. Ed, get down here and get your weapons and some food, then get back up there. I want you both ready to tug the gag back in place if she gives us any shit.”
“You got it, boss,” Ed said as he clambered down from Jennifer’s back using her hair as a rope. He gathered weapons and food into a baggy and tossed them up to Jason, then handed two thimbles of coffee up as he climbed onto Jennifer’s arm, then onto her back again. Jennifer shivered to feel the two tiny men moving about on her back and had to bite her lip against the tickling sensation.
“What’s your name, Hun?”
Jennifer blinked and focused on the pretty Tiny standing before her, sword resting over her shoulder. “Jennifer,” she replied. The woman smiled.
“Linda. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” The Tiny laughed and Jennifer had to smile at the absurdity of the little joke. It just all seemed so surreal. In the background she could hear the others all busily taking away her food, getting it under or around her stove and somehow up through the wide hole in the wall where the gas lines wormed through.
“Heave!” she heard someone shout and then the dull grate of her dresser drawer opening a fraction. She craned her neck to watch, blushing as she knew what was in the lowest drawer of her dresser.
“Holy shit!” Bill the tiny climber exclaimed, his eyes wide as he peered down into the drawer.
“What?” Linda shouted to him, heading towards the dresser.
“This broad’s a slut! Jesus!”
“Hey!” Linda snapped as she drew closer. “Women aren’t broads, asshole! Watch the language. Now what’ve you got?”
Jennifer closed her eyes, burning with embarrassment as the little man hesitated. Then: “Well, we’ve got a stack of bondage magazines, a huge fucking dildo and some egg shaped things with wires attached. There’s a dog shock collar too with a choke chain leash.”
Jennifer opened her eyes as Linda stopped and turned around, staring in disbelief. “A shock collar?”
“Yeah!” Bill called back. “I had one for my Pitbull… Back when I was normal. Hurts like a bitch. Even on the lower settings.”
Linda smiled widely at Jennifer who blushed a deeper shade of crimson and thumped her head to the floor with a groan. “Well drag ‘em out. I’m sure we can find some use for them before we have to go.”
Linda looked at Jennifer with a wide, wicked grin. “It’s the least we can do, Honey,” she said with an evil chuckle. “Get you off before we go after stealing all your food and your apartment for a few days.”
Jennifer groaned again and closed her eyes, blinking back her tears.
***
“Yippee-kay-ay, mother fucker!”
Jennifer groaned in frustration as the egg vibrated all too briefly within her pussy, driving her to the edge of orgasm, then abruptly shut off again. She moaned as she heard some of the tiny women laughing, knowing just what she was going through.
In the background Bruce Willis was wending his way through the Nakatomi Building trying to stop Hans Gruber and his terrorists from stealing millions in Negotiable Bearer Bonds. The Tinies were scattered about watching the movie like they were at a drive-in; some on the bed, some on the pillows, some on the floor right before the huge television. They had discovered Jennifer’s DVR.
They had popped popcorn in her microwave and had managed to open one of her cans of beer. The promised party after a hard day’s work had ensued and Jennifer noted that a few of the little people were more than a little drunk. They all cheered as John McClane dropped a brick of C4 down the elevator shaft blowing a big chunk out of the building. Jennifer just groaned as the vibrating egg started to churn in her sopping wet pussy once again.
Her eyes were half-closed to lust-filled slits as she saw the tiny Linda leaning on the remote to the vibrator, watching her and grinning evilly. The bitch was settled back against Jennifer’s huge left breast resting on the floor with a thimble full of Old English “800” beside her along with a few pieces of salty, buttery popcorn. Occasionally the Tiny would toss a piece in front of Jennifer’s face, giggling as the normal sized woman had to snag it off of the floor with her tongue and squeeze it past the ball
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