The Coin
-
@giant-me yes. Microsoft autocorrect has this annoying issue with inserting its own words without my say so…
-
I enjoyed this chapter like nothing in a long time, from the thrill of discovering what grandpa did and how he could enjoy that gift too!
The coin idea is great, I’d love to find that coin to, finding the pictures, tape and tiny clothes was amazing too, please keep writing, I will patiently wait.
-
@size_master oh my god I love this so much!! Really really hope this isn’t just a one off and that there’ll be more chapters!
-
@olo you have to adjust your hunting methods. Target places that wouldn’t have cameras. Low income areas, bathrooms, changing rooms, etc.
-
@ghostwriter44 said in The Coin:
@size_master oh my god I love this so much!! Really really hope this isn’t just a one off and that there’ll be more chapters!
I will write additional chapters
-
Chapter Two…First prey
Mike sat in the old love seat his grandfather had spent a lot of his time in. It had been two weeks since he made his shocking discovery and in that time he thought about the power he twirled and flipped with his fingers. The house itself felt more homelike now his things were moved in. He didn’t have to work with that inheritance he received. As for college, being a senior meant most of his assignments were online anyways. Nothing but idle time now. Of course they say idle hands are the devil’s playthings. He stopped twirling the coin for a moment and gazed upon it. Since it drew his blood, things began to creep into his mind. The coin somehow imparted an almost instinctive knowledge to him. It was magic, that much he knew, and the words inscribed on them from a long-forgotten dialect of Thai. Mike surmised that might be how his grandfather came to own it in the first place. His grandfather was stationed in Thailand during the Vietnam War. Nevertheless, it was his now as the blood drawn formed a “contract” of sorts making Mike the new owner. It had the power to shrink anyone he wished. He could even shrink objects within reason. He tested it out on his grandpa’s old 68’ Mustang Fastback and shrunk it down to the size of a model toy. Everything still worked on it after having done so. It made Mike begin to wonder that the cars his grandpa let him play with as a kid were actually real cars…from previous victims. Something he would look into later.
“Fuck it” he said with a grin deciding to use the coin. Now that he decided to use it, he began planning. He couldn’t just go off and shrink a girl. Not these days. Some thought had to go into it. Mike knew his grandfather was onto something using New York as a hunting ground. A girl going missing in a city that large wouldn’t cause a stir. However, he had to be more careful than his grandpa. These days cameras were everywhere…mostly. Cellphones, GPS, ATM cameras, even simple traffic cams and outdoor webcams could expose him. He wasn’t undaunted though. Build a better mousetrap you’ll just make a better mouse. Plenty of blind spots if one knew where to look. Deciding on a plan, a simple one, he got into his car. A 2008 grey Toyota Camry. One in millions on the road and easily blended in with traffic.
New York was a simple hour drive away from home and once he entered the city, he drove to a small club. Saturday evening meant a lot of people. A lot of people meant one going missing wasn’t a big deal and more to choose from. Mike sat down and ordered a club soda. Patiently he eyed the crowd, looked at the corners of the room for cameras, observed where the bathrooms were, and then finally the women. Two hours had passed before settling onto one girl. She sat on a stool 25 feet away all alone. Thin but not skinny, black dress, white with her black hair in a ponytail. Mike had observed that two girls had spoken to her earlier. Her friends possibly but Mike knew the real deal with them. Being an MP for the army meant observing things one usually wouldn’t notice. Mike suspected the other girls brought this girl he chose along for a not so friendly purpose. The other two were prettier and better dressed compared to this low rent goth girl he had his eyes on. “Probably dragged her along to make themselves look better in comparison” he thought. Her dress looked cheap, but her shoes weren’t. Black Prada platform heels that were too big for her feet. The girl looked bored sitting there mindlessly clapping the back of her shoe against her bare heel. Stirring her apparently nonalcoholic drink oblivious to the man watching her. One may wonder why Mike wouldn’t target one or both of the prettier girls. Ah, but those kind of girls attract more eyes. More people that would remember them. The poor little goth girl? Nobody would remember her.
And then she got up and went to the bathroom. Mike had been waiting for that. Following very close behind, they rounded the corner and perfect, nobody was there waiting their turn to go in. He had to act fast. He pulled out the coin, squinted like he was aiming a gun and squeezed it in his hand. “Four inches” he thought as the Magic kicked in. There was no burst of light, no thunderclap, magic words hanging in the air. None of that. One moment she was a normal 5’5" and the next…not. The only evidence of something strange occurring was a faint hiss like someone screwing open a soda bottle as the small vacuum of air rushed in to fill the void. And of course, a now unconscious four-inch girl on the floor. Mike quickly pocketed the girl and slowly walked out.
Mike had suspected that knocking them out was a side effect of the split-second shrinking. The physical shock overwhelming the victim. Apparently he was right as she was out like a light in his cup holder. He drove home not daring to speed and when he arrived home, carried his catch in. Mike took photos with an old DLSR camera not daring to use his own phone. Every millimeter of her clothed body he photographed. A before picture he mused. She had her own pretty charms as he was able to study her in better detail. Finger and toenails painted black. A necklace. Decent tits. Mike pondered why she didn’t try to attract her own men. No matter, she had in the worst way. She began to stir. She opened her eyes, sat up and looked at Mike. “What’s up?” he asked. She let out a scream. “Gotta get used to that” Mike said rubbing his ear. She stood up and took one frantic step before twisting her ankle and falling. “Yeah I doubt you can run in those shoes” he said. The girl yanked them off and stumble ran away from him on the table. Mike patiently sat watching as she stopped and looked down. “Yeah at your size it would be like a 50-foot fall” he said. “It’s a dream. It’s a dream” she muttered. “Nope” he said getting up and dragging the screaming girl back close to him. “That’s swelling pretty bad” Mike said getting up. He returned with scissors, gauze, and ice. She watched terrified as he tore and then cut a strip of gauze very finely and small. “Hold still” he said using his fingers to home her leg. She began to jerk frantically kicking his fingers with her other foot. He grabbed her head. “First thing you’re going to learn here is to obey me. Do you understand?” he asked slightly squeezing her head with his fingers. “YES! JUST PLEASE STOP!” she yelled. Mike let go. She braced herself as he rubbed the ice cube up and down and all around her ankle. After the cube was mostly melted by his fingers, he dried her skin and began to carefully bandage her ankle. “That should do it. Flex and wriggle your toes” he said placing her barefoot on the tip of his finger. She did and he chuckled. “You have pretty toes. Actually, most of you is pretty” he said. She glared at him.
“When I was watching you in the club, I didn’t see how pretty you actually were. Bonus for me” he chuckled. “My friends will report me missing and then they’ll come for you!” she spat. “Oh, that’s unlikely. It’s been only an hour and a half since the club, but I bet your so-called friends don’t even know you’re gone. I’ve met people like you before. Got some girlfriends that are prettier than you, but you feel good being friends with them. They let you borrow their clothes, hang out with them. But when you’re out you don’t feel like you’re in the group. I bet they asked you not to drink tonight right?” he asked. She looked down. “They just brought you along as the designated driver. Sounds like shitty friends to me. They only hang with you because they can use you”’ he said. “You don’t know me! Like I’d take personal advice form a kidnapper” she scoffed. “Shrinking kidnapper. Let’s get it right but you know deep down I’m right though. Anyways, we should clear the air. I’m Mike or as you will get used to calling me…master. And your name is?” he asked. “Kate” she replied. “I’ll call you Katie for now. One moment” he said fishing into his pocket and picking out her shrunken purse. He dumped everything on the table. Kate’s eyes locked onto her phone until he picked it up. “NO!” she yelled as he easily crushed it between his fingers. “Not to get your hopes up but a breadcrumb sized phone wouldn’t be able to make a call anyways. Pretty sure you’ll want these tampons though” he laughed. “We’ll be having dinner and fun later but first a bath is in order” he said grabbing her.
He took her upstairs to the bathroom and began running water in the sink. He tested the water with his finger. “Good, now get out of those clothes” he said. She looked up at him. “Katie you’re going to have to get used to being naked. Sex toys don’t wear clothes. That would just be silly” he said. Katie began to cry softly as she took off her clothes. “Like I thought. Nice tits” he muttered as they popped out of her bra. Then she lowered her panties. “And the carpet matches the drapes. Neatly trimmed too. You could’ve done so much better than those girls” he sighed. She blushed and immediately shook her head not wanting to feel anything for her captor. Gingerly, she stepped into the water and elevated her swollen ankle. Mike collected water and carefully dribbled it onto her body. “Now just relax and let your master take care of you” he said soaping up his hands.
Mike started with her legs using his fingers to rub the suds in. Then came her tummy and breasts which he rolled around between his fingers enjoying watching her stifle a moan. Then her delicate arms and lastly her hair as he pulled out her ponytail. Mike spent some extra time washing her long black hair. Katie had closed her eyes. If she didn’t know better, she’d swore she was at a spa. Mike began to massage her limbs one by one concentrating not to snap her matchstick like bones. Once he figured that was enough, he collected water to rinse her. He had her climb out and stand still as he used toilet tissue to dry her off. She winced as his fingertip slipped between her ass cheeks. Shivered as it passed over her pussy. She closed her eyes as he dried her face. Mike paused looking at it. “Freckles?” he asked. “They’re ugly I know” she said. “Not really. They go with those nice green eyes you have” he said. “What the hell is with you?! You shrink me, kidnap me, watch me bathe, while you slip in these compliments!” she yelled. “Not like I’m lying. Katie, you’re going to have a very hard time adjusting to your new role in life. I’m going to do a lot of naughty things to you but what I won’t do is lie to you” he said with a ominous tone. Mike picked her up off the sink and bright her back to the table downstairs.
The wood felt cold on her bare skin as she watched the giant cook a modest dinner. Her stomach growled smelling the food. She hasn’t eaten in hours and was famished. Mike sat the plate down and pulled off a string of chicken, and small bit of green bean, and a drop of mashed potatoes. He was even polite enough to fill a bottle cap with cold water. Mike was amused watching the naked girl climb onto his plate like offering herself up to be his dinner. The thought of swallowing her alive did intrigue him but she had potential enough to dissuade such thoughts…for now anyways. Katie devoured her food. “More” she said. “Ah ah ah. What do we say?” he asked. “Can I have more please…master?” she asked. Mike nodded and gave her more. Mike finished his dinner and so did she not long after. He brought her to the love seat and placed her on his thigh as he turned on the tv. He queued his favorite show on the smart tv. “Last time on Dragonball Z…”
“You like that?” she asked. “Of course. Only a weirdo wouldn’t like Dragonball Z. What shows do you like?” he asked. Quietly she rattled off some shows and Mike simply nodded. Truthfully he didn’t give a shit. It was just a way to get into her head. He laid back acting like he was listening. A few episodes in, he began to take advantage of her. Gentle kisses of her back and shoulders. “…master…” she said with a slight whine. He shushed her. His fingers playing with her tits one by one. “Please master” she said. His finger slipped down to her pussy. Mike began rubbing it. “Do you rub yourself? Of course you do. When nobody is around you get horny and rub yourself. It feels go doesn’t it?” he whispered to her. “No…” she whispered back. “Liar” he said showing her wetness on the tip of his finger. She watched him suck it off. “Tangy and sweet” he said picking her up and turning her upside down. “Wha…what’re you doing?!” she asked as he spread her legs with his fingers. “Eating your pussy silly” he said. Katie let out a squeal as his tongue parted her ass cheeks. “Stop…stop it please” she begged. Mike didn’t care about her begging and whining. He had waited all night to rape her cunt with his tongue. It was time to make her his. She sobbed as his tongue licked and teased her pussy for every drop of nectar it could give him. Her teeny, little tears falling on his pants leg went unnoticed.
“Goddamn you taste good Katie. Come here” he said flipping her back up and covering her face with his lips. She punched his nose as he roughly kissed her. She coughed as her mouth was flooded with his saliva. “We’re…which means I, will be having so much fun together. So much fun” he said before kissing her little feet. “And we should get to bed. It’s late. As much as I want you to stick that cute little tongue into my piss hole tonight, I’m exhausted” he said before taking her to his bedroom. She looked out of his window once there. “The neighbors” he said pointing to the lights in the far distance. He let her have a good long look form his palm. “I know what you’re thinking. Slipping out of the house someway after I fall asleep. Good luck with that. At your size, the neighbors are over 20 miles away. And this time of year, this area is rife with snakes, possums, and raccoons. You wouldn’t get 200 feet before some critter eats you” he said. Katie whimpered slightly. Mike took off his clothes and got into bed. He placed her nearby and even gave her a giant pillow. He tucked her in nice and neat. “Word of warning. I snore” he chuckled.
Katie, exhausted from the entire ordeal, actually fell asleep. She awoke to the feeling of being picked up. She opened her eyes and was met with the sight of Mike’s cockhead. Unceremoniously, he began jerking her up and down his cock faster and faster. “Easy Mike. Don’t want to fuck and kill her. But damn her tits feel good on my dick” he thought. “Oh god no…” she muttered feeling it twitch before spraying her with his seed. “Ahhh…great way to start the day” he said taking her to the bathroom. He took a piss as she cleaned herself in the sink. She looked at him. “Could be worse. Could’ve had you worship my cock after I pissed” he chuckled. Mike took a shower and helped her pee. Katie found it humiliating to have the giant hold her legs open over the giant bowl and tinkle. He carried downstairs and fixed breakfast. Katie wondered if this would be her life from now own. Servicing a giant’s whims. Her old worries felt so trivial compared to the new ones. “At…at least he’s feeding me actual food” she tried to calm herself with thinking optimistically. Little did she know, she would soon have company.
-
@size_master oh my god, this is easily gonna be one of those stories where I anxiously wait for each and every new episode
can’t wait for him to collect more and more toys to play with and dispose of -
You definitely have great writing skills.
-
He didn’t care about what tv shows she liked 🥺
s’mean -
@smolchlo awe, I would, some giants play fair others don’t, I’d want my tiny beauty/beauties to be happy too, even in a non con situation, Like equal TV time or movie choices.
-
@size_master Nice! I’ve been waiting for the story to continue. Lots of sexy details here and there, like the box full of women’s clothing 🥴, the Stockholm syndrome with the grandpa, he choosing a goth girl, etc.
I’m excited to see what happens to little Katie and to know which kind of girl will this giant will get next.
-
@smolchlo lol I actually liked that part
-
@ghostwriter44 Oh no, I thought it was so sad
I was reading it like “screw you Mike, you’re lame anyways!” 
-
Chapter Three…Pleasure, Pain, and Punishments
“I’m almost done. Hold still” Mike said as the wetted toothpick was again dipped in black nail polish. Katie sat perfectly still as her giant captor painted her tiny toes one by one. There was a time she fantasized about a man painting her toes. Obviously this wasn’t what she imagined. “And done” he said finishing. He blew on her feet drying them before cleaning up the table where they were. It had been a week since he shrunk and kidnapped her. Seven days of one sexual humiliation after another. Rubbing his sweaty aching feet on day three. Soaping her naked body to use as a washcloth on day four. Masturbating with a french fry on day five. Warm chocolate licked off her body on day six. And today, dressed up as a doll. However, as long as she obeyed, he would treat her well after his fun and games. The oven dinged announcing the frozen pizza for dinner was done. Mike pulled it out, sliced it evenly and let it cool. “I hope you’re hungry” he told her. Once he was satisfied, he held the Coin and willed a few slices to shrink. He grinned as he slid them to her. Perfectly shrunk to her scale. Katie devoured them. She didn’t know if it was hunger or stress, but she swore it was the best tasting pizza of her life. She couldn’t pin Mike down. One moment an unrepentant rapist, the next sweet almost to a fault. “You’ve been a very good girl this week so I’m going to give you a reward. How does homemade cookies sound?” he asked. “They sound very good…master” she replied. Yes, she quickly got used to calling him master. Quick to end her sentences with master. She played the role well as she tried to buy time to figure out an escape.
Late at night, when he slept, she would crawl down from the bed onto the floor and explore the house. Not an easy feat in almost total darkness in places. Strange how being shrunk somehow made her sight and hearing better. She didn’t walk into things her size in the dark. She could hear the old house groan on windy days. She learned that Mike was right about wild critters roaming around at night as one night looking out the window spotted a fox darting through the grass. She knew she’d make an easy meal for such a thing. Last night though she saw something that might get her the help she prayed for. An old, corded phone jacked to the wall. It had been years since Katie had even seen one. But then again, most of the things that were in the house looked like Father Time forgot about the place. The immediate problem was while the cord dangled off the table, it was just out of reach. She figured she could use something to help. The question was what. Katie decided tonight she would look around for something she could use as some kind of step ladder. Dinner was done and she sat dutifully in his lap as they watched tv. She looked at the giant as he did something again unusual. He turned to a show she liked. She did not mind his errant petting or rubbing or her thighs. “Who wants cookies?” he asked. “Me! I do master!” she said cheerfully. Mike paused. Katie realized she was selling it too hard. “Please…master” she said humbly. Mike nodded and placed her on a sofa cushion before going to the kitchen. Mike took out the ingredients. “Eggs, butter, mix, sugar…sugar…damn. No sugar” he muttered. Mike put his shoes on and grabbed the keys. “Going out master?” she asked. “I need sugar. Can’t make cookies without sugar” he said before heading out the door. Katie waited for a few minutes making sure he didn’t double back before searching the house for anything she could use to get to the phone. She was not having any luck. Anything she found on the floor was either too small (ironically) or too heavy to move.
Meanwhile…
“Goodnight Elena! See you tomorrow!” her friend yelled as Elena left the store. Elena Montoya, 21 years of age came from Juarez. A Mexican border town with more issues than a city newspaper. Barely a year ago, she was making do with her husband and picking out a name for her unborn child. Then one day her husband was murdered in one of many cartel shootouts in the street. Now alone and pregnant, she knew she couldn’t stay there any longer and snuck into the United States for a better life for her and her child. Eventually, she made her way to a out of the way town sitting on the New York/ Connecticut corridor. Cost of living was cheap, a few ready jobs open to her, folks that didn’t care about where she came from or how she got there. Taking a job at the local grocery store provided for her and her newborn baby. Even her female coworkers pitched in and babysat when they could. And the male coworkers treated her as their sister. It was a good life that would come crashing down that night. She got into her Ford Escort that was older than she was and headed down the road. She paid no mind to the Camry that passed her or the man that would destroy her life driving it. Ten minutes after that, her car began to quickly overheat and then die on the side of the road. While that was occurring, Mike was getting back into his car after stopping at the same grocery store she worked at. “Sorry sir but all we have is sugar cubes. That’s what I get for stopping at a mom-and-pop store” Mike hissed as he started the car and pulled onto the road. Elena was checking her phone over and over. 12:03 am and not one signal bar. Sighing, she began the long walk home as she had to check on her two-month-old son. “Dios” she muttered as her feet and even her tits were sore. “First thing I do after checking on Diego is a foot soak and a breast pump” she thought.
Mike saw the abandoned car and passed it with little to no thought. Then his headlights caught Elena. Long hair going to her back, supple ass, good healthy figure. Mike licked his lips. “Right out in the open. Someone up there or hehe…down there must like me” he said slowing down and stopping next to Elena. “That your car back there?” he asked. “Yeah it died on me. Now I got to walk home” she said through the lowered window. “Fucking hell she’s pretty” he thought tapping his pocket with the Coin in it. “You don’t got to walk. I can just drop you off” he said. Elena wasn’t very keen on riding with a stranger. “It’s dangerous out here all alone at night. It’s up to you” he said. Elena had to admit he had a point, and she was very exhausted. “Thank you” she said opening the door. She got in and buckled up. “I’m Mike” he said. “Elena” she replied. “Pretty name. So where to Elena?” he asked. “Hamilton Apartments off route 55” she replied. Mike nodded. 10 minutes passed as well as the turn off to the road she indicated. “You missed the turn” she said. “Sorry” he said. “No big deal. You can turn around up ahead” she said. “No, I meant I’m sorry I have to add you to my collection” Mike said pulling out the Coin. Not even looking at her he willed her to shrink. She let out a pitiful whimper before passing out. A red glow and a hiss of air later, Elena was passed out shrunk to five inches in his passenger seat.
Mike walked through the door carrying the sugar he needed including a cute shrunken Mexican girl. “Welcome…oh my god! Another one!” Katie yelled from the floor. “Well, I went out for sugar and then one thing led to another” Mike chuckled shrugging. “How does one thing lead to shrinking and kidnapping someone?!” Katie yelled. “Well, I had been planning on getting you a friend and then she comes along. I mean look at her. Her body practically screams shrink me” he said dangling Elena’s limp body from his fingers. Make placed her on the table and for his camera, a few close pictures before he began his work on her. With morbid curiosity, Katie had climbed up onto the table. Out of breath, she sat down and watched him. Mike tried not to stare at her in the car but now nothing held him back. He figured her age to be around 20 to 23 or so. Cute little mole on her cheek. Mike gave a tiny peck on her miniscule cheek. She still wore her grocery store uniform of a red shirt, khaki pants and white shoes. Mike began with her shoes first. A slight tug on one and then the other they came off her feet. He observed the slightly visible prints in her worn socks. “Poor thing must’ve been on her feet all day” he said as he used his fingernails to pull her teeny, little socks off. He grinned slightly feeling the warmth and slight dampness of her shrunken socks in her hand.
Mike studied her feet. The tops salted caramel color like the ripest if her and pale on the soles. Her toes unpainted. Katie cringed watching the giant sniff Elena’s tired feet. Mike observed a slight musty smell form them. “Uhhhgh…” Katie muttered as he licked her tiny feet. “A hint of salt” he mused. Mike then went on to unzip her pants and unhook her belt. Slowly as if pulling off a candy wrapper, he pulled her pants off her surprisingly toned legs. Mike chuckled as her white panties came into view. Now went her shirt which was torn away like a paper towel leaving her just in her bra and panties. With just a bit of effort, those were gone. “She’s a shaver Katie. Smooth as glass down there” Mike muttered. “Nice tits Elena” he said rolling them around between his fingers. Mike got a surprise when one of them shot milk into the air. “Always a hidden treat with your shrunken ladies isn’t it” Mike said. As he lowered his face down and seized her tits between his lips. Mike gently sucked and was rewarded with twin little streams of her milk. Elena moaned in her sleep. Mike was disappointed her breasts were spent in just two minutes. However, his nose caught her musky scent emanating from her pussy. Moving his face, he burned his mouth between her legs. Her little feet resting on his cheeks as he began to eat his shrunken prey’s cunt. “Goddamn she tastes good” he thought as he sucked and slurped every drop of juice. Elena moaned again. Her breathing intensified. She began to stir…
“Wha…what’s…” she said before letting out a panicked scream. She tried to scoot away until his giant finger pressed painfully on her stomach. Elena screamed and yelled in Spanish as the giant intensified his oral rape. The pain of his tongue creeping deeper and deeper and the unwanted pleasure it brought was too much. Elena cried out as she came. His sucking mouth drinking every drop. Mike raised up and wiped his mouth. “Hey sleepyhead” he grinned. Elena ran as fast as she could until she got to the edge of the table. “That’s going to be a thing I see” Mike said scratching his head. Elena ran around the table for a good five minutes before slowing down and stopping. “As you can see, the plan to take you home hit a slight detour. Katie, why don’t you fill her in about what happened to her as I begin making the cookies” he said. Elena finally noticed Katie sitting close by. “Please help. Please…” Elena asked gripping Katie’s shoulders. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I was shrunk just like you” Katie said. Elena looked around at the entire room seeing that she had to have been telling the truth. Katie stood up. “Do everything he tells you. If you do everything he tells you, he said he won’t hurt you” Katie said to the considerably taller woman. “You crazy?! He just raped me, and you said he won’t hurt me?! What the fuck you call that?!” Elena yelled at her. Mike was humming to himself listening in as he mixed the batter.
Eventually, Elena went from hysterical to simply terrified. Mike returned after putting the cookies into the oven. “Why…why do this time me?! WHY?!” Elena shouted. “You’re very pretty and you were simply there. Funny thing is, if you had a decent fucking car, you wouldn’t have been stuck on the road, met me, shrunk, and then ended up as part of my collection” Mike replied flippantly. “FUCK YOU!” she yelled. “Now Elena, that’s not the way to behave to your new master” he said softly. “What part of fuck you you don’t get punta?! Read my lips. FUCK…YOU” she snarled. “Fuck me?! Well, we’re getting ahead of things but if you insist” Mike said unzipping his pants and pulling them off. “No…no please…I’m sorry!” Elena cried as Mike grabbed her. “We’ll be back as soon as we can” Mike told Katie winking.
Mike sat down on the sofa and pinned her right arm and ankle between his fingers and then the left the same way. “I’M SORRY! OH GOD I’M SORRY!” Elena screamed as he pulled her shrunken body against his shaft. “Fuck that feels good. Yeah, keep trembling. Feels good as fuck!” Mike yelled as he jacked her up and down. Katie closed her eyes and pressed her hands over her ears to try to block out her rising and falling screams and sobs. “It’s coming! It’s coming my shrunken senorita!” he yelled suddenly shifting her position and jamming her pussy dead set over is piss slit. With a heavy grunt, Mike came. Elena stared blankly at the ceiling as warm gooey sperm coated her crotch, legs, and even inside her cunt. “Let…let that be a lesson about obeying your new master” he panted as he stood up. By the time he returned, she was shivering soaking wet in his hand. The oven dinged and Mike took out his fresh cookies. After letting them cool, he broke off a chuck and handed them to the girls.
Katie quickly ate hers as Elena just sat there. “Elena, don’t be ungrateful” he said. Elena said nothing and began eating her cookie crumb with the same blank stare. That night, both girls slept in her bed with him. The next morning, Mike had made breakfast and had Elena and Katie join him. After her girls ate, Mike stared at his coffee. “Elena come over here” he said. The shrunken naked woman obeyed and stood before his coffee cup. “My coffee is missing something. Squeeze your breast milk into it” he said grinning. Elena took a few steps forward and began squeezing her pinhead sized nipples. She had a glare in her eyes but didn’t dare give him it. Little streams of milk fell into the caffeine beverage until she was spent. Mike swirled his coffee and was delighted that the color got slightly lighter. Mike took a sip. “Ahhh…tastes good. You can really taste the sweetness. Try some Katie” he said. Katie tip toed to the cup and bent forward. She had to be careful not to scald her own face. Elena cried softly as Katie drank. “It’s good master” she said. “Good enough we need to make this a daily routine” he chuckled.
Over the course of three days, Katie noticed Mike had turned his attention away from her. She felt very relieved about that but also guilty knowing what the cost was. This wasn’t just Mike playing with his new toy though. While Mike did want Katie to have a friend, he thought it more fun to create an air of tension between them. Eventually his goal would be to have them compete for his affections. However, things did not go that way. On the third evening of Elena’s new captivity, Katie was watching silently as Mike was raping Elena with a cotton swab. Eventually he grew bored and let her be. Elena crawled away on the floor to a corner of the room emotionally broken. “Master? May I ask a question?” Katie asked. Mike nodded. “Are you being extra mean to her because she’s Mexican?” she asked. Mike was surprised by the question. “Oh heavens no. I’m an equal opportunity shrinker” he chuckled. Katie wasn’t smiling in the least. “Okay, Elena is a very stubborn little slave and that means more effort to break her” he replied. Elena hearing this was enraged. If her torture was because she was Mexican, she could handle that. Wouldn’t be the first time someone hated her for it. But to do it to break her spirit? Elena resolved to escape by ANY means now. That night, Elena told Katie she was planning to escape using the vent above the kitchen stove. “It will lead right to the outside and then we can get help” Elena said. “And then what? It would take days to reach the nearest house our size, assuming we’re not eaten by a hawk or some shit” Katie said. “You got a better plan?” Elena asked. Katie told her about the phone on the desk in the living room.
Both girls quietly snuck to the living room to the phone. “The cord is too high” Katie said. “Not for me” Elena said jumping and latching onto it. Katie watched as Elena slowly climbed up the cord placing her tiny hands and feet in the curled rungs. Elena actually made her way to the top . She began to pick it up. A new problem. The receiver was too heavy. “Climb up!” Elena yelled thinking both of them could lift it. “I can’t!” Katie yelled after trying. Try as the birth could, Katie couldn’t make it up there. “It’s…it’s okay. Tomorrow night we’ll just look for something to help you up. Maybe some string” Elena chuckled. Katie laughed a little. Their plan would never come to pass…
The next morning, Mike was drinking “Elena special blend” coffee and was looking over some mail he placed on the desk near the phone. As he went to pick it up, he noticed something different. Tiny little footprints in the dust. Mike knew he never put the girls up there and never seen them climb on it. Taking a closer look, all of the footprints faced one direction…the phone. “Cute. Real fucking cute” he hissed. Mike grabbed them both from their breakfast. “So, which one tried to use the landline phone? Hmm? Which one?” he asked. Neither girls said a word. “There’s an easier way to find out” he muttered yanking Katie by the leg. He looked at her bare sole. He let her go and then yanked Elena’s leg up. “Bingo” seeing her tiny sole slightly dirty. “We’ve had the talk about obeying right? The shitty looks. Muttering in Spanish which I can TOTALLY FUCKING UNDERSTAND IDIOTA! I’ve tried to be a gracious master to you but you’re one of those girls that can’t be broken. I have no use for a disobedient slave” Mike spat quickly taking the COIN out of his pocket. “NOOOO!” Elena screamed as Mike concentrated. Mike shrunk her again but this time slower, much, much slower. Elena actually hung onto Katie as she shrank. The slowness of it didn’t case her to pass out this time. Something Mike planned.
Elena watched as Katie grew taller, no it only seemed that way as she grew smaller. Smaller and smaller until Katie looked to be a 30 ft. giantess. In reality, Mike had shrunk her down to barely a half inch tall. Katie was helpless as Mike plucked the bug sized woman clinging to her big toe. Mike opened the cupboard, reached into a bag, and pulled out a single sugar cube. He sat his coffee cup down on the table and dropped the cube into it. “I take no little pleasure from this Elena. Well, some pleasure I guess” Mike said with a slight grin as he dropped Elena on top of the sugar cube. Mike had an old army habit of drinking his coffee almost piping hot so now Elena found herself surrounded by a small pond of deadly hot coffee. She was safe for the moment on that sugar cube but that began to change. The cube began melting. Mike had chosen a cruel slow execution for her. Elena began begging for her life. Pleading not to die. Her voice was barely a whispering chirp at her size. Not that her words would’ve mattered. The cube sank lower and lower. The coffee soaking through as she felt the sugar began to heat up under her bare ass. Elena stood up and jumped frantically screaming for mercy. She almost lost her footing right then and there. The soles of her feet began to hurt as the heat intensified. Then the cube began to crack. It broke in two with her feet in either side. One side floating away she was forced to spread her legs further apart until the inevitable happened. She fell in.
Being much smaller, Katie could hear the screeching of Elena as she was seared alive. Katie’s legs trembled. “Don’t you dare piss on my table!” Mike yelled at her. Mike watched intently as Elena flailed around slashing hot coffee around her until she grew still. She floated face down on the surface. Mike picked up the cup and took a sip. He felt her miniscule body slip between his lips. The irony was Mike could taste her breastmilk in his coffee more than her own body. And with a gulp, sent her to his stomach to join the rest of his breakfast.
“I don’t tolerate disobedience or lack of respect. Do you understand Katie?” Mike asked using his fingertip to raise her chin. She nodded with terror in her eyes. “Tomorrow is Sunday. Should be good picking if I know where to look” he muttered leaving her on the table. Katie curled into a ball wondering if that could’ve been her fate too if she had climbed onto that table. “Katie! One last thing!” Mike shouted as he picked up the landline phone. “The line is dead. It wouldn’t have worked anyway” Mike laughed before sitting down to watch tv.
-
@size_master yessss. The more gruesome deaths, the better in my opinion. Hope to see plenty more to come!
Hello! It looks like you're interested in this conversation, but you don't have an account yet.
Getting fed up of having to scroll through the same posts each visit? When you register for an account, you'll always come back to exactly where you were before, and choose to be notified of new replies (either via email, or push notification). You'll also be able to save bookmarks and upvote posts to show your appreciation to other community members.
With your input, this post could be even better 💗
Register Login