The Coin
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Decided to do some writing. Enjoy
Chapter 1…Legacy
Michael, or Mike as he preferred to be called by his friends slowly made his way to his grandfather’s attic. He couldn’t remember the last time he was up there. 10 years? 15 maybe? In any event, it was the last part of the house he hadn’t checked since he officially moved in two days ago. As it was, his grandfather, who raised him alone since he was a young boy, had recently passed away and left him the house. He hadn’t stepped foot into it since the day he left for the army 8 years ago. He regretted that as his grandfather, a strange old man, was his only family after his parents passed in an auto accident many years before.
The attic floor creaked as he walked. Dust particles sparkled in the sunlight coming through the window. “Jesus!” he yelled as his own reflection in an old mirror startled him. He wiped the dust off the glass and took a moment to admire himself. 26 years old with auburn hair, skin slightly tanned from swimming that summer, hazel eyes, and a slightly toned 6-foot one inch frame. Girls at the college he attended (thanks to the GI Bill) found him attractive, but he didn’t feel any real connection to them. Physical definitely but nothing more. Mike sat down on the floor and began going through random boxes. One box held old stocks and bonds from long dead companies. “Worthless” he muttered. Another old photo albums he chose to keep. Papers, old toys, random knickknacks of little value in others. And then he found one box buried like it was hidden behind and underneath all the others. Mike was curious as this box was different. An antique old strong box made of oak and iron the size of a footlocker from his army days. A padlock kept it shut. Mike got a hammer out of the garage and after a few hits broke off the time worn lock. With bated breath, he opened it. “The hell…” he muttered seeing the contents.
Inside wasn’t money, jewelry, or anything of obvious value. Inside was Polaroids, a VHS tape, a shoebox, and a large silver coin. Mike picked up the old pictures first. “Whoa, grandpa made homemade BDSM pictures?” Mike said half amused half surprised. On one photo was a naked woman tied up visibly crying. “Uhh…she doesn’t look like she agreed to that. Did grandpa…” he thought. He shook his head not believing his grandfather was some kidnapping rapist. However, Mike did remember times when his grandfather would stare at a pretty girl and grin. “Who doesn’t do that?” Mike thought. He went through the pictures, better part of 50, and each one had some young woman bound. When Mike got to the last photo, he noticed something was off. Next to her was a tomato shaped bean bag chair…or so he thought at first. It was no chair; it was a pin cushion. A gigantic pin cushion with equally gigantic needles stuck into it. Mike looked at the other photos. “Holy shit” he muttered noticing similar impossible things in them. A paper clip used as handcuffs. A pencil jammed in one woman’s pussy and not a pole. Looking closer, the rope binding them was too fine. “String” he muttered. Mike put the pictures down. “Get ahold of yourself. Grandpa shrunk these girls and raped them? Sounds just as crazy said out loud Mikey. Grandpa was into weird shit and photoshopped…” he told himself until a glance at one picture had a date on it. March 12, 1987. “Not photoshop” he muttered. Mike didn’t know what to think now and was dubiously curious to what was on the VHS tape. Mike took it and went down to the living room.
He knew for some time grandpa wasn’t about the newest tech. Old bubble tv, VCR player, the cheapest DVD player you could think of. The only reason his grandfather had a cell phone was because his grandson worried he’d fall down the stairs one day trying to answer the landline. Anyways, Mike inserted the VHS tape and pressed play.
“Whoa. Old” Mike muttered seeing the date in the screen. July 12, 1992. Apparently his grandfather had used a camcorder to record this. Mike recognized the table and furniture on the screen. He glanced at the kitchen table to confirm it. “Got a fresh one today. Some stupid Spring Breaker on Coney Island” he heard his grandfather say. The camera moved towards the kitchen table and then zoomed. Mike stared stunned as what he couldn’t see before was now clear as day. A girl around 18…maybe 19 laying on the table. Cut off shorts, a shirt that said NYU, and flip flops. She was attractive to Mike with her long black hair and peanut tanned colored skin. “For a second I thought I would miss the chance as I thought I left the coin at home. Just was under my wallet was all” his grandfather chuckled. He zoomed closer. “Long toned legs leading to some cute tiny feet” he said tracing his finger up and down her right leg. Mike estimated from the size of his finger she couldn’t have been more than four inches. His grandpa snaked his finger underneath her shirt and pulled it up slightly. “Nice, really nice tits” he muttered before letting go of her shirt. Then his grandfather missed the tiny girl on the cheek. “You’ll do so nicely” he chuckled. His breath stirred her from sleep. His grandfather rushed to mount the camcorder on a tripod and focus in. “Wha…what happened?” the girl asked waking. She took one look at his grandpa and screamed.
“It a dream. It’s only a dream” she muttered. "Oh, it’s no dream sweetie. I was cruising around and spotted you and thought “she’d make a nice sex toy” the man snickered. He poked her hard enough she fell on her ass. “Oh god…god please don’t hurt me” she begged crying. “If you do as I say you won’t be harmed…much. How about we start off by taking off your shirt and bra and flashing me those tits” he said. “Please don’t make me…” she was saying before he flicked her in the face causing her to yelp in pain. “Now what did I say about doing what I say?” he asked waving his finger. She took off her shirt and then her bra. “Don’t cover those puppies up” he chuckled. She put her arms to the side. “C cup right? Or now probably negative times ten c cup” he laughed. She glared at him. “Now the pants and panties” he said. She obeyed slipping off her shirts and then panties. “Bikini wax. Smooth as silk” he said placing s fingertip on her bare pussy. He placed his finger right underneath between her legs and rubbed her pussy causing her to sob and moan at the same time. “Not yet” he said with a smile licking his finger. He pushed her on his ass and used his fingers to slip off her flip flops. “Ticklish?” he asked grinning as he takes his fingernail up and down her tiny soles. She held in a laugh. She wouldn’t give him that at least. Reflexively, her tiny toes curled on his fingertip. “Pretty little feet with their painted red toenails. How’d you know red was my favorite color? Were you expecting me?” he laughed. She tensed up as he leaned in to smell her little feet. “Just a hint…a hint of rubber and sweat” he said smiling before kissing her feet. “What’s your name little one?” he asked. “Jennifer…Jennifer Ambers” she replied frightened. Mike paused the tape and pulled out his smartphone. He typed into the browser “Jennifer Ambers Coney Island”.
“Reported missing on July 14, 1992. Last known whereabouts was Coney Island two days before reported by the cab driver who dropped her off. Hasn’t been seen since” Mike read from an archived article from the New York Times. Mike confirmed it was the same girl for sure by her picture in the paper. Mike unpaused the video. The man picked her up and placed her in his palm. “So pretty, so vulnerable” he whispered before planting kisses on her little tummy. Then he licked it. His tongue went up and with his lips sucked her tiny tits into her mouth. “It hurts…please it hurts” she whined as he sucked harder and harder stretching her tits. Eventually he let go and she sobbed and massaged her reddened tits. “Now a gentle kiss” he chuckled sucking her head into his mouth. Her screams rattled his teeth and fillings. He could taste her sweat, tears, and remnants of shampoo. Her little hands beating against his cheeks. Her legs kicking in the air. Then she began to relax. He pulled her out of his mouth, and she gasped for air. “Oops. Almost suffocated ya” he snickered. He gently petted the traumatized girl. “I’m sorry really. When I get a new toy I kinda lose control for the first time with em” he said. “Please don’t hurt me please” she begged wholeheartedly. “Jennifer, I want you to spread your legs because you need to get your cute tiny pussy licked and sucked. Do that for me okay?” he said softly. Jennifer obeyed and even smiled as she did it.
He was gentle. Mike saw that much as his grandpa licked her cunt wetting it up before closing his lips around it. Jennifer hung onto his nose as a finger pressed on her back steadying her. She moaned and groaned as she began to grind her pussy in his mouth. Her tiny feet and toes digging into his cheeks as her giant captor ate her out. And with a cute moan, more like a chirp really, came. She arched her back and scrunched her toes as he slurped up every drop of pussy nectar her shrunken body could provide him. He gave her a few minutes to come down as he pet her. “See? Being a shrunken sex slave isn’t so bad. There are rewards. No more worries about food, clothing, or housing. You’ll get used to your chores in time. Speaking of which, since you got off, it’s time for you to help me out” he said putting her down for a moment to take off his pants and undies. Her eyes went wide seeing the biggest cock of her life. “Since its your first day, we can take it easy. A footjob” he said. His moved his cock so now it loomed over her like a one-eyed behemoth. She got on her back and pressed her tiny feet on his shaft.
The irony was Jennifer was on the college freshman track team and therefore trained for stamina. “That’s it, work those tiny feet” he hissed as she rubbed his cock back and forth. She cringed feeling his tough, leathery like cock skin underneath her minuscule bare soles. The blood pumping through it, the twitching, it gave her goosebumps. But she figured doing what he said was the easiest way to stay alive and maybe…maybe get help. “It’s coming Jenny. Going bust all over ya!” he groaned. She closed her eyes and felt a torrent of warm, metallic smelling semen coat her from eyebrows to toenails. “Whew! Was kinda backed up since I haven’t done this in a while. Go on. Taste it” he said scoping a drop on his finger. Jennifer crammed it into her mouth and swallowed. She nearly puked on the spot swallowing what was to her 20 ounces of cum. " Yaay! You did it. Good girl" the man said smiling. His grandfather picked her up and cut off the video. Mike thought that was the end, but it wasn’t. The video suddenly resumed but the time was now a month later. “Evening master. How was your day?” Jennifer asked naked. “Long day. Some idiot wanted us to convert some of our records to CD-ROM. Like that bullshit format is going to take off” he scoffed. “I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like me to worship your cock to make you feel better?” she asked. “Naw. Just spread your legs” he replied picking her up. She did as told and he ate her pussy out on video. The video ended not longer after she came. Mike was astonished to find out that the tape itself was more akin to a video diary of him keeping her. At one point, he even gave her a cupcake with a candle in it for her birthday. He even gave her new hand sewn clothes as a Christmas present. Even though she called him master, it seemed she grew to love him. “I think grandpa invented shrunken Stockholm syndrome” Mike muttered.
But at the end up the six-hour long tape it took a different turn. Mike looked at the date. April 3, 1993. His grandfather had kept her as a pet for months and by all accounts was well cared for. The clip began like the others, him talking about his day and her listening. But as he talked he drank, and drank, and drank. 20 minute in he was piss drunk and yanking his cock out. He grabbed Jennifer, who squeaked from the sudden movement, pulled her skimpy clothes off, and began furiously jacking her up and down his cock. Then suddenly he stopped. “Wha…what was that sound? It sounded like something snapping” he muttered. He lifted her to his face. “Jen? Jenny?” he asked poking her. “Fuck! I went and broke her goddamn neck” he spat sitting in his seat. His grandfather simply sat there staring at her corpse for a half hour. And then without any ceremony lifted her to his now open mouth, placed her in, and with an audible gulp caught by the camera, swallowed her. The man got up and left the view. When he returned, he slipped her clothes into a shoebox. "She was a good one. A good one. I’ll have to find another he muttered softly reaching into his pocket and pulling out the silver coin Mike had found earlier. The tape ended and auto rewinded.
Mike sat there in shock. His grandfather had shrunk a girl somehow using a coin, raped her, tamed her, and then killed and ate her. The more he thought about it, the more he doubted his own eyes. Mike went back to that strong box as if needing more proof. There was the coin and the shoebox. He picked up the shoebox and opened it. “Fuck me” he muttered. Inside was a pile of shrunken clothing an inch thick. “It must be dozens, no more than that” he muttered trying to count how many he shrunk over the years. Each one never seeing their families again. Mike began going through random items of clothing. Sneakers, teeny, little socks, panties, lots of panties, shirts, jeans, skirts, dresses, heels, sandals, flip flops, one very familiar shirt that said NYU. Mike wondered how long his grandfather had been doing this. Mike might have got his answer when he picked up one shirt between his fingers that said “Reagan Bush '80”. Mike packed the shoebox back the way it was and looked upon the coin. He wondered how could a coin shrink anyone. Carefully, he picked it up and held it between his index finger and thumb. “Oww!” he muttered feeling a sharp prick on his thumb pad. He dropped the coin and he saw a small drop of his blood seemingly be absorbed into the coin. The coin began to glow ominously red with strange writing circling it glowing red hot. And then…nothing. He picked the coin and found it not a bit hot. He picked it up and the moment he held it strangely knew what it was and how to use it. Knew as if it was instinct. He began to grin as he knew he had the power to take any woman he pleased. Take them and subject them to his whims. He couldn’t wait to try it on his own.
The quiet little suburbs of Stamford Connecticut couldn’t have possibly known what was brewing in that house nobody paid much attention to. A new cycle of torment was about to begin, and God help whoever girl caught Mike’s eye…
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@size_master Fuck me! I actually had an idea for something like this. Cheers to you for getting it done before I could, no sarcasm, I mean it, nice story.
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@size_master I love it! I look forward to more chapters.
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I feel I’ve read this before somewhere else, I wasn’t into vore so much but lately I’m beginning to like it, a bit of vore isn’t bad if the tiny is being disposed of as evidence of a crime. I still prefer enjoying a tiny as much as possible though. Great non con story, a few typos though, but not bad, hope you continue it.
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@size_master I can attest it was much easier to collect shrunken pets back then when there weren’t cameras everywhere.
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@giant-me yes. Microsoft autocorrect has this annoying issue with inserting its own words without my say so…
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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.
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@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!
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@olo you have to adjust your hunting methods. Target places that wouldn’t have cameras. Low income areas, bathrooms, changing rooms, etc.
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@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
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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.
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@size_master oh my god, this is easily gonna be one of those stories where I anxiously wait for each and every new episode
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You definitely have great writing skills.
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He didn’t care about what tv shows she liked 🥺
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@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.
