A Little Roleplay (COMPLETE)
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This is a story I started working on a while ago, before 2020 started cranking up its infinite fuckotron machine and killed my work ethic and love of writing prose. It’s a cruel and simple little erotic M/f tale of non-consent and unwilling shrinking, peppered with BDSM-inspired concepts and ideas.
You can go ahead and read the first 4 chapters here
These characters and their misadventures have been eating away at me for far too long now and I just had to go back and finish what was started. Starting tomorrow evening, I’m going to be posting new chapters weekly, both on ao3 and right here in this topic.
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Part 5:
“No.”
Safaa couldn’t seem to be bothered to form a reaction to Kingston’s sudden declaration. Equal parts relief, disappointment, and shock all seemed to wash over her and paralyze her. That finger which had been teasing her slowly and deliberately pulled itself away from in between her legs. That spark of friskiness began to reignite as she sat up and followed that finger with her eyes. As that finger slipped itself underneath the waistband of those briefs. She used her hands to steady herself, anticipating that he would begin to speak again.
“Make me come.” was all Kingston said. He had been running his mouth all night so far. She fought against all of his ramblings through arguments, denial, and hope. And now she was only confronted with just three simple words.Those words both literally and figuratively left Safaa shaken. It was just a singular order. One thing to focus on. A temporary purpose for her hyperactive mind and trembling body to latch onto. She’d willingly offered herself up to be fucked, and that wasn’t good enough. This monster clearly didn’t see her as a partner to enjoy a fun experience with. She was less than that. Shrunken down in more than just physicality. A toy. Existing in that moment to serve him at his pleasure, until he said otherwise.
She even appeared stunned herself as a thirsty little “Yes!” escaped from her mouth.
Kingston wasn’t even waiting for any particular signal. Safaa was barely through saying that word as he slipped off those tight briefs and let them fall to the floor. His cock, no longer confined by fabric, sprang upwards and instantly became taller than her. Even in that soft 40-watt cheap hotel lamplit glow, it glistened and almost shined. Sight wasn’t Safaa’s only sense that was bombarded, as a wave of scent and heat washed over her. With all this action and movement from him, she figured there was no point in trying to keep standing. Guided by nothing more than instinct, Safaa crawled up to it. She stood up on her knees and looked up at it. From here it seemed to loom higher than ever making her task seem more impossible than ever. The question of how someone as small as her could possibly get this giant off was about to be answered as she reached out to touch that wide and veiny shaft.
“Whatever pleasure you feel is incidental. It’s irrelevant. Nothing matters less.” Kingston declared as her hands came into contact with him. As mean and dismissive as those words seemed, Safaa didn’t mind at that moment. They were just words. She had something real in her hands. Something honest and true at her fingertips. Far bigger than her but yet responsive to her touch. The energy it gave off with each surge and throb and pulse radiated into her. After a night of cruelty and fear, the sensation of that hardening cock against her skin was positively warm and inviting. Kingston could lie and gaslight all he wanted - but this part of him was honest. There wasn’t going to be a sudden and swift betrayal from it. Its pure and yet restrained and predictable strength inspired more loyalty than any words ever could. An exploratory touch turned into a sensual rub as she stood up from her knees and got onto her feet. As if climbing up a tree, she shimmied herself up and wrapped her legs around him for stability, bringing herself up to the tip. There were no more words for her to say. Her tongue had better things to do as she leaned forward and began to lick.
Kingston had no more words either. He felt well within his rights to be a sore winner. Those words of his could have kept on hammering home just how hopeless this situation was for Safaa. There was nothing stopping him from taunting her with how complete and total her submission was in this moment. Perhaps motivated by curiosity over whether the sound of that little tongue tickling the tip of his dick would carry all the way over to his ears, he opted to remain silent.
Not only could he hear her, he could feel every lick, nibble, and rub. The free-form improvisation of her arms, body, and mouth wrapped his member up in a loving embrace. There was no plan in Kingston’s mind to prove that he was Mr. Marathon Man. Horny and on edge since he began this little roleplay, his sensitive and needy cock was already feeling the early shudderings of orgasm. The first taste of precum on her tongue was a signal to Safaa that there was hope for an end to this ordeal. Each lick and rub was intensified and drawn out by her. Unintentionally, her rhythm followed the pace set forth by that breathing that dominated the soundscape around her.
It was in those last few moments that Safaa couldn’t help but wonder if this was all a gigantic mistake. That by being so efficient at getting this fucker off, she was dooming herself to more and more of this. Maybe being too good at this job would ensure nothing but repeat business when he would have otherwise gotten rid of her. She pondered if there was a way for her to completely ruin this impending climax of his. Options of a well-timed bite or another attempt at escape all presented themselves as possibilities. This all quickly proved to be academic as his fingers, almost as if they had anticipated such things, painfully grasped her at her thighs and lifted her up and slightly away, placing her straight into the path of what his cock was about to produce.
There was no escaping the firm and unrelenting grip of his. She focused her efforts on kicking and pushing away at the cock before her, but this too was a doomed effort. Those strikes only amounted to sensual little taps that served to strengthen the orgasm about to hit her. All she accomplished was to make that aim all the more erratic as the earthquake within him reached a peak and the eruption began. The waves of hot and thick spunk struck her primarily in the chest, with some droplets striking her in her unprepared face and others dripping down her legs. As his cock deflated and began to obey gravity, he carelessly dropped her off to the side with all the abruptness of someone letting a piece of trash fall away from them.
She fell down onto the blanket beside him. There was no time to process the last 30 seconds in any meaningful way. She was too busy sputtering and catching her breath to adequately appreciate how she had just been marked as this giant’s property. There wasn’t even a chance for her to use her hands to begin squeegeeing the jizz off of her face, as her world was overturned yet again as Kingston sprang up and shuffled off the bed to stand himself up. Like a little tiny piece of debris caught in wake, she rolled around as all this movement from him sent shockwaves through the cheap mattress.
Needing to admire this custom paint job of his, he turned around and looked down at her as she re-oriented herself and began the process of spreading his DNA across the surface beneath her. There was no way for her to really get clean and be free from the humiliation and scent, but she could at least not give him the satisfaction of looking like a total cumslut. With a satisfied whimsy in his voice, he declared “Since I’m dressed for it, I’m going to take a shower.”
For a moment, she wondered if she would be included in those festivities. A lifetime of showers wouldn’t be enough to undo anything that had happened, but at least it would be a start.
“You’re going to be a good little bitch and stay right there until I get back.” He continued as he picked up his jeans off of the floor. As he rummaged through the pockets his voice lowered to a more serious tone and he stated “Before we can learn to trust each other more, I’m gonna need to restrain you.”
Safaa tensed up as she heard those words. Restrain was such an interesting word, with many painful and extreme possibilities. These fears in her mind would be confirmed as he pulled his hand out of one of the pockets accompanied by what appeared to be one of those vintage wired earbud headphones. “What? No! You don’t have to do this!” she yelped out.
“Oh, don’t go telling me you’ve never been leashed before” Kingston quipped back. He leaned over her to pick up the vibrator he had previously tossed onto the bed behind her. He tied and wrapped the earbuds around the toy’s shaft before turning his attention back down to her.
“Be a good sport and choose a limb for me.” He ordered. She felt tempted to flip him off with her shaky left hand but kept it balled into a fist as she surrendered it to him and thrust out with it. She flinched and recoiled as he reached for her, but still held her arm out. There was no tender treatment or care as he tied the other end of the cord around her wrist. While it was constricting and tight, a single knot was all the security she apparently was worthy of to him.
With a giddy smile on his face, he then picked up the vibrator and turned it on to its medium setting before dropping it again beside her. The tremor it gave off was almost overwhelming to her senses as she instantly tried to crawl away from it. It shook her from beneath, and traveled along the cord and reverberated into her leashed arm. There was an uncountable number of things she wanted to say and could have said, but only a slight moan and whimper escaped her mouth. Not even an hour ago, this vibrator had been her personal and secret little toy. Now it was her prison warden. A cruel and loud and constant reminder of those words earlier about the irrelevance of her own experience and status. All this action and drama, and she hadn’t even come yet.
Before he turned around and walked to the bathroom, he pointed to the plug at the end of the cord attached to her and reminded her “And if you’re not here when I come back, I’m going to stick this up your ass.”
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@green The perfect size story doesn’t exi… Ohhhhhh
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Excellent, m8.
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@green This is soooooo good
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Part 6:
The relative silence after Kingston disappeared from view and shut the door was almost overwhelming, and not even the playful sound of that vibrator could overcome it. Without the dominating presence of him around, Safaa could finally take a moment to sit back and examine the room around her. Familiar objects were rendered alien and hyper-detailed. What normally would have been a soft comforter blanket was rough and uneven. Little imperfections dotted the stitchwork that appeared seamless to larger eyes. Even looking over at the vibrator revealed telltale injection molding marks that previously went unnoticed. The visual experience of being shrunken down was reminiscent of the first time she had been prescribed glasses and stepped outside. The world even then seemed to grow as countless details emerged and became apparent.
This memory of hours spent staring up at the tops of trees and into the sky was cut short by the sound of that shower being turned on. The added sound of footsteps on porcelain tub and the sliding of shower curtain rings was further aural confirmation of Kingston actually going through with his plan to take a shower. There was an instant anger that boiled up within her. She noted that after all this manhandling and dirtying up of her little body this motherfucker doesn’t even afford her the opportunity to clean herself off. His hygiene seemed to matter more than here despite the observation that he barely seemed to break a sweat from all the exertion of this misadventure. It added to the humiliation of it all to know that it wasn’t even his plan to bring her into the room with him. Safaa wasn’t even a captive who required supervision and attention at all times. She was just being treated like any other object he would have in his possession.
Even the missed opportunity to watch him shower grated at her. Despite all that he was putting her through, the opportunity to ogle at that gigantic, powerful, and athletic body of his was still something of a reward. He knew how to take care of himself and his voice and hands and cock seemed to know how to take care of her. As Safaa dwelled more on this, there was an undeniable and powerful temptation within her to completely submit. This temptation was fed even more by the sheer stupid confidence of her captor. There seemed to be no sense of urgency or desperation within him as he casually took a shower in the middle of committing a shitload of very serious crimes. His actions seemed to be a blend of cold and cruel calculation and lighthearted improvisation. All of it was geared to turn her into no more than a mere experiment.
Safaa looked down at herself and imagined what a life with this monster would look like. A life of her being kept small. A neverending decadent cycle of getting toyed around with. With absolute and total control, he would have no reason whatsoever to even tell her anything. His motives and actions would remain impossible to truly know and predict in advance. Any sense of privacy and dignity she held onto would keep on eroding as he explored her condensed little body with his eyes and touch. Already she could feel every other problem and aspect of her old life melting away as she devoted herself to servicing the needs and desires of this brute. All she had to do was be a good girl. Sit here and wait for whatever he has planned next. It was the path of least resistance. It would feel so good to just sit here and pleasure herself and keep on daydreaming about what could possibly come next in this chapter of her new life.
She reached down towards her breasts and slid her hand against that warm, sweaty, sticky skin. As good as that touch felt, there wasn’t anything sensual behind her movement. With determination, she used her hand to cup as much of the semen that remained on her chest as she could. After securing a handful of the stuff, she funneled it down onto her trapped wrist. It obviously wasn’t the most ideal lubrication in the world to use, but it was enough. 15 seconds of wiggling, pulling, and straining against that bondage was enough to free her.
That desire to fight back and challenge was just too unquenchable within her. She knew that it could all be a trick. Getting down on the floor would be next to impossible without injury. His pants on the floor could be positioned in such a way that would prevent her from even accessing that particular pocket. The vial she needed could just be fruit juice or the stuff they put in lava lamps. She also wondered if she would even be able to open it. She had no idea if the restorative properties of it were instant or prolonged. The only way to move forward was to have faith that all of these factors were going to tip in her favor. All the odds against her did little to dissuade the prophetic feeling within her that she would be full of constant regret the rest of her life over not making this one final attempt at escape.
Safaa still had to get off this fucking bed before she could imagine herself stunning Kingston in the face with that vibrator, kicking him in the balls, and screaming bloody murder loud enough to have the cops summoned. The horny thought of wondering how it would feel if he actually followed through on his threat to stick the plug at the end of the cord up her butt bubbled up. She turned her attention down to the cord and she almost kicked herself for not noticing its usefulness earlier on. With the other end of the cord securely tied to a vibrator much much heavier than her now, she could try and climb down onto the floor with a much reduced risk of injury.
Working with tiny muscles against uneven footing, it was harder than she anticipated to push that cord off of the edge of the bed. The feeling of relief as gravity took over and lowered it the rest of the way was short-lived. Safaa was still afraid of heights. All she could do was swallow that fear down with a grim acceptance that her life was pretty much over anyways and nothing really matters. She got down on top of the cord and wrapped her legs around it as tight as she could. She slid herself back and began the process of shimmering down the length of the cord.
At this same moment, Kingston decided to start singing as he continued to clean himself in the shower.
“The itsy-bitsy spider went up the waterspout!”
The sudden discord from the harmonious noises of the shower and vibrator’s buzzing almost caused Safaa to lose her grip and fall. She briefly turned her head towards the bathroom, to check and make sure he wasn’t somehow watching her at this very moment before continuing her descent.
“Down came the rain and washed the spider out!”
Some of the vibration from the still active toy managed to travel down the length of the cord and it almost tickled her. Her muscles burned and her thighs and hands threatened to chafe, fulfilling a pattern of it being cruel and rough to her little body. She persisted and kept on lowering herself.
“Out came the sun and dried up all the rain!”
Her inner thighs came into contact with the knot that previously served as her leash. As she carefully slid past it, she could still feel and smell some of his cum on it. In so many ways, he just couldn’t seem to leave her alone.
“And the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.”
As the cold metal of the plug touched her, she knew that she had made a simple mistake. She was in such a hurry, she didn’t even notice that the entire length of the cord wasn’t enough to extend all the way down to the floor. A quick and tense glance down showed a short drop. In defiance of the last line of Kingston’s stupid fucking shower song, she had no plans to climb up anything again and let herself drop down onto the floor.
She landed on her feet and allowed the rest of her body to roll to the side. The carpet was way more firm than the bed, but still proved forgiving to land on as she avoided injury. She stood up and turned her attention to Kingston’s pile of clothes.
The sound of old plumbing seizing up reverberated through the room as Kingston shut off the shower. He began to sing again.
“Just running scared each place we go.”
His voice, no longer interrupted by flowing water, was much louder and full of clarity as it echoed out of the bathroom. Safaa, as if obeying his song, started to run towards his jeans.
“So afraid that he might show.”
She unhesitantly dove into the first pocket that she could find.
“Yeah, running scared, what would I do.”
Her arms flailed as she tried to rummage through the opening. It was dark and heavy with his scent, and seemed to be entirely empty. Even through fabric and this struggle, she could still hear him and feel his footsteps as he stepped out of the shower.
“If he came back and wanted you?”
She yelled and slammed her fists in a fit of disappointment and outrage and fear as she slipped back out of his pocket.
“Just running scared, feeling low.”
She began to desperately crawl further up onto his jeans like a scared little animal.
“Running scared, you love him so.”
She stood up and looked around herself to survey the situation. Other than where she climbed out of, she could see no more pockets. She could hear him moving again. Footsteps coming towards the bathroom door from the other side.
“Just running scared, afraid to lose.”
She looked back at the bed and cursed her situation. The door to the room was miles away. This was a hotel room and thus there was nowhere to hide underneath the bed. Even if she could make it all the way back to the cord in time and even have time to climb back up, it was just too high for her. She was so small. She would look so pathetic trying to leap up and grab the end of that cord.
“If he came back, which one would you choose?”
Being just a small and pathetic little animal in this moment, Safaa cowered and crawled back into the empty pocket. The bathroom door opened up and Kingston walked out with his towel draped over his shoulder. He was dripping with water and still in the nude. He carried on singing, almost with a shout.
“Then all at once, he was standing there.”
Safaa prayed that he didn’t see her and tried to make herself still. From within that dark pocket he could hear his voice and footsteps and very aura get closer.
“So sure of himself, his head in the air.”
He didn’t even stop singing as he turned his attention to the bed and saw evidence at the escape attempt. He smiled at the ingenuity and drive of that bratty little shit.
“My heart was breaking, which one would it be?”
He carefully walked forward and leaned down to pick up his jeans.
“You turned around and walked away with me!.”
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I’m hooked to this story. The descriptions of the world around her and it’s imperfections once she finally got a moment to slow down are so good! And the escape attempt had me on the edge of my seat…Can’t wait for more
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Kingston grabbed his jeans at the waist band and lifted them up off of the floor. It didn’t take a great detective to surmise little Safaa was most likely hiding somewhere inside them. Even for someone as vertically challenged as her the gap under the room’s door would have been too narrow to slide underneath. There was no point in hiding, as the lightly furnished room offered very few clever hiding spaces. She only could have been going for the vial, and most likely would have ducked into a pocket as her last seconds of perceived freedom ticked down. He let his laughter fill the room as he looked down once again at the dangling headphone cord and imagined the struggle that she must have endured as he sang carefree mere seconds ago.
Even as the gravity of the situation and the actual force of gravity made themselves known, that laughter of his seemed to take precedence over it all for Safaa. The pocket fabric became tight and closed in on her, as if she was a little bug caught in a net. This was no source of refuge from the sound and feeling of Kingston’s audible joy. All the darkness and material enveloping her did little to muffle him. He was still at the forefront of her gigantic new world. Even through tense and shuddering breaths, she could still pick up just how much of his scent was imprinted onto this denim cocoon. It made her knees buckle almost as much as the lifting motion and the knowledge that she’d been spotted and was doomed.
Wanting to savor this moment just as much as he was wary of the tendency for cornered little animals to bite, he slowly dipped his fingers down into the first pocket where they immediately touched familiar plastic.
“Hah, wrong pocket!” was his declaration upon only finding the vial inside. “That must be fucking embarrassing!” he continued as he pulled it out. He gave it a friendly little shake, hoping she would be able to hear the little sloshing of liquid within, before tossing it down onto the bed. The vial bounced a few times and came to a stop next to the vibrator, which was still tirelessly doing its job and shaking a small portion of the bed.
She had no frame of reference as these noises continued to bombard her. In that confined darkness, his voice and that cruel reminder of how close she got to salvation, couldn’t even be properly placed. The temptation to yell out something along the lines of ‘no shit, Sherlock!’ was dampened by her not even knowing what would be a good direction to try and yell in. There was no real hope against an adversary who seemed to completely surround her on all sides equally. No ideal defence existed against someone who could apply infinite force from any angle they desired.
Kingston, for whom no game of cat and mouse was too unfair, changed up his pocket breaching tactic and reached down inside his jeans rather than through the pocket. As his fingers wrapped around the pocket and the passenger within, he heard a little yelp. The impact of his hand wrapping around her caused her to yell out in uncontrolled fear, depriving her of even the ability to honorably surrender.
“Gotcha!” he bragged as he consolidated his grip around his pocket and the captive within it. Comfort and subtlety were far from Kingston’s considerations as he held the pocket upside down and repositioned his other hand to an open palm just below the opening. He pinched the bottom of the pocket between his index finger and thumb to keep in place, while simultaneously relinquishing his grip on Safaa herself.
No warning on earth could have prepared her for the sensation of being flipped over and dropped like that. Her cries of “NO! NO! NO! NO! STOP!” went unheard as she slid and tumbled out of the pocket. Her legs and arms, already sore from her last brush with Kingston, painfully scraped against fabric that provided nothing to hold onto to stop her fall. Her upper back collided with the thin layer of flesh covering the head of his third metacarpal bone, and the rest of her body flopped down into his palm. She could only heave and cry as the experience had knocked all of the air and words out of her.
He let go of the jeans, felt them fall down at his feet, and took a moment to just stare down at her in silence. His face, lit from the lamp below, took on a more serious and grim shape as he let his grin disappear.
“I’m very disappointed. Very.” He said as he brought his other hand closer to her.
“I’m sorry! I’m f-fucking sorry! I’m fucking sorry!” she weakly cried out. She paused and made a conscious effort to stop, but the words just kept on pouring out of her. “I just wanted to leave! I want to be big again! I’m sorry! I won’t get you into trouble! Just let me go!”
He brought his index finger up to her face, pausing just short of contact, as if to silence her rant. His grin returned to his face as he tilted it forward, lessening the angle of the shadows across it. “What? No, I’m not mad you tried to escape. I was counting on that. I was hoping to find you struggling to get the vial open.”
Safaa wiped tears from her eyes and looked up at him in annoyance and disgust, letting a weak little “What?” stammer out of her mouth.
“I’m not mad at you. Some just shut down and accept it. Some just mentally break. But you kept your wits about you and challenged me yet again. That’s your nature. They don’t even punish felons anymore for naturally yearning for freedom and trying to escape from prison.”
There was an odd comfort in these words for Safaa, matched by the odd comfort of his finger gently stopping and weightlessly resting on her upper chest, just below her neck.
“The reason I say I’m disappointed was that you’re kind of shitty at being small. You didn’t have to do any of that jewel heist shit to rappel down the side of the bed.”
He applied a little bit of pressure down onto her through his finger, as if to stifle any protest from an increasingly frustrated looking Safaa.
“And I can see the look on your face. I know what you’re going to say up to me. ‘What the fuck, everything’s too fucking high.’ and I kinda get that.”
Safaa could only nod.
“There’s literally no danger though. I’m not a math or physics guy so don’t quote me on this but when you’re that small you have a terminal velocity of like 200 cunt hairs a second. Far from fatal. Allow me to demonstrate.”
Kingston slid his index finger from its position under Safaa’s neck down to the side of her waist. He matched this position on the other side of her waist with his thumb. No amount of kicking and screaming from her could stop him from carrying out his will as he lifted her up off of his palm. Not even the excruciating discomfort of those fingertips pressed into her sides could serve as a distraction from her fear of heights that came to the forefront. Her legs helplessly flailed as she used her arms to hold him for more stability. Unwilling to decide on which swear words to best articulate her feelings at the moment, only pained and frightened mumbles and screams emanated from her.
He paused as he held her aloft above the bed with his arm extended out. She was at the same elevation as his eyes. Their gazes briefly met. She managed to compose herself in this moment just enough to mouth ‘Fuck you’ at him. A few more seconds to tease and keep her squirming in his grip would have been ideal for him, but this gesture from her proved to be a compelling enough signal to release. His fingers snapped back and he pulled his hand away as fast as he could manage. With a prolonged squeak, she sailed down and collided feet-first with the mattress and fell backwards, without even as much as a bounce.
To her it felt more like falling in a dream than falling in real life. The soft surface absorbed most of the impact as she found herself once again looking up at Kingston, and realizing that throughout this entire conversation he remained naked. Tilting her head back, she could make out the upside-down outline of his freshly-cleaned cock.
“Sit up!” he ordered, as if he was annoyed by the sudden ogling of himself.
Not wanting to test his patience any more than necessary after being dropped like that, she tried to oblige. Her abdominal muscles burned with exhaustion and strain as she awkwardly shifted her weight forward and managed to sit. She immediately knew why he’d want her to sit up. Ahead of her, next to a vibrator that was sputtering and slowly losing its charge, was the vial. The vibrant colors of the liquid within tantalized her and for a brief second she had almost forgotten Kingston still loomed above her.
He leaned down a bit, and reduced his voice to more of a playful whisper. “It’s literally right there. Go and get it. You’re so close.”
Despite this obviously being one of Kingston’s fucked up and sadistic games, Safaa was now well aware of the potential costs of non-participation and with a whimper rolled over onto her knees and began to crawl forward.
“Let’s make a game out of this!” Kingston excitedly said as he brought his hand down on her. All she could do when confronted with the weight and power of him was collapse down and let her limbs sprawl out. There wasn’t even five seconds of potential hope and freedom allotted to her. His thumb started to pet and fondle her ass.
“All this is making me horny as fuck again. No way I’m getting to bed this fucking wired. Let’s have a fun little contest. First one of us to reach orgasm wins.”
A declaration of no and a firm head shake from Safaa went unanswered as Kingston continued to talk. “If you win and you come first, you get the antidote. It takes 30 minutes for it to take effect, which is more than enough time for me to disappear completely. You’ll never see me again.”
Safaa had no real reason to trust him, and even less reason to give him the satisfaction of watching her try to get herself off. She rolled her eyes.
“And if I win - I get to keep you forever. Any people who get shrunk, we just give them a good old memory wipe and they’re back to their shit boring lives within a few days. But not you. You’ll never be big again. This will be every single night for the rest of your existence. My little fuck toy. No one will even know about you. Anything that happened tonight is completely off the books and never happened. And I can still wipe some of your memories. Any and all semblance of identity and humanity and dignity will cease to exist. Forever.”
Kingston ended that sentence with a playful little spank to Safaa’s bottom with his thumb.
“Don’t even think of trying to fake an orgasm. And don’t even think of trying to ruin mine.” He said more slowly and loudly.
“Now, I know what you’re thinking down there. Just how the fuck are you going to expect me to possibly keep my word? I’m the lying piece of shit who shrank you and did all this to you, after all.”
Safaa tensed up in fear.
“This is how you know I’m really a man of my word.” He said as he grabbed the headphone cord.
Safaa intensified her efforts to squirm and crawl away, but to no use. Kingston took hold of the plug at the end and teasingly held it in front of her, blocking her view of the vial.
“You thought I was just bluffing with that.” He taunted.
“NO! FUCK OFF!” Safaa yelled.
Kingston relinquished some of the hold on her. He kept one finger in the small of her back to hold her down and in place as she kicked and punched the blanket beneath her.
“Are you FUCKING CRAZY? It’s too fucking big! You’ll f-fucking kill me with that!” Safaa continued, as her yell turned to a cry.
He just smiled and began to drag the rigid metallic tip of the plug across her body. He went up and down her back around his finger, and down to her kicking legs. He swirled it around her ass as she continued to beg and cry and thrash about.
Kingston worked hard to suppress his laughter as he gently tossed the plug to the side, out of Safaa’s view, and instead pulled out the much smaller ballpoint pin that he had been concealing under his ring finger since he left the bathroom. He brought the smooth and round end up to her ass and slowly began to push it in.
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How he plays with her future like it’s nothing but a fun little game to him. Kingston is one of the scariest types of bigs
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“AAAAH! FUUCKING SHIT!” Safaa cried out in shock and pain. The relatively forgiving shape and size of the ballpoint pin did little to alleviate her distress in this moment. Her back arched up and each of her limbs jerked and thrashed outwards. Her hands each grabbed bits of blanket fiber as she braced herself against the discomfort. The sensation was all at once frightening and humiliating and exhilarating as that feeling of immobilizing fullness remained as the initial pain subsided.
Kingston leaned forward to admire his handiwork, while keeping his grip on the pin firm and as still as he could make it. The warm and minty winds of his breath moved all over her body, alerting her to this increased attention and presence. A tinge of instant fear overtook her and she tried to wiggle free, wiggling her new butt toy against her in the process. All she could do was whimper and let out little yelps. Even token attempts to get away would have made no difference, as his finger hadn’t yet moved from its position on her back. Encouraged by these little movements of Safaa, he decided to start moving the pin around.
First he went in the circular motion, gradually increasing the diameter of his movements. Safaa could only manage to squeak out a high-pitch “NO!” as there was nothing she could do to get out of being played with like this. Kingston’s suppressed laughter was felt as little blasts of more of his warm, wet breath hitting all of her. She quickly learned that his whole body shook whenever he laughed, even when the laughs were small and subdued. Each inadvertent and microscopic movement of his was transferred into her ass and intensified. Her back shuddered and arched even more, and her toes curled up towards him. The parts of speech that slowly returned to her consisted of half-spoken and fragmented curses.
Kingston could have savored the sights and sounds and feeling of his new butt slut all damn night, but his attention was pulled downwards. He was rock hard and reminded more of this as the tip of his cock brushed up against the side of the bed. He spoke down and addressed his little captive.
“I think you’re starting to enjoy this a little too much. You might actually win if I keep doing this.”
Safaa grimaced in anger and denial - and then in agony and strain as Kingston slowly started to pull on the ballpoint pin. The release and relief she craved was slow and drawn out as he methodically lifted the pin and applied a sadistic little spinning movement. In one motion, he completely pulled out the pin, released his finger from her back, and stood up. He tossed the pin away onto the floor and reached for his cock with both of his hands. While keeping his gaze down on her glistening, panting, and now unobstructed little body, he caressed his cock and began to sensually stroke himself.
Safaa needed a few seconds to compose herself after being freed from such a constricting and embarrassing bondage setup. She took heavy, long breaths. No longer under assault from Kingston’s breathing, she was still tormented by the scent of his body wash. All this play in the last minute that had nearly broken her hadn’t even been enough for him to break a sweat. The freshness of him permeated everything and was just as inescapable as the rest of him. Brought to curiosity by new and different sounds behind her, she flipped herself over and was greeted by the sight of him rubbing himself off to her and getting a head start on his fucked up game.
“AAh! You fucking disgust me! You know that?” She exclaimed. He remained undeterred and kept up his slow and methodical masturbation. The lack of any sort of meaningful reaction prompted her to speak up even louder.
“YOU’RE A SUCH A BIG FUCKING MAN, HUH? YOU’RE JUST A SICK FUCK WHO NEEDS TO HAVE GIRLS ALL TINY LIKE THIS TO GET YOUR DICK UP, DON’T YOU?”
“No, but it helps.” He replied and laughed.
She huffed and turned herself around and stood up. Unwilling to engage Kingston at this particular game, she started to run away from him across the bed.
As if anticipating such a move, he leapt up into the bed, landing on his knees. The impact immediately tripped Safaa up and knocked her forward onto her face. Kingston used one hand to balance himself as he leaned forward above her, and his other hand to keep his cock nice and hard with a gentle touch.
Safaa got up on her hands and knees and continued to defiantly crawl away. Kingston matched this movement and inched forward behind her, keeping his cock aimed in her general direction. Putting to end any notion of a cat and mouse chase, he took his hand away from his crotch to slap the area in front of her. She instantly obeyed this gesture of stop and froze up with a little scared squeak.
“I think you really want me to win. You want me to make you into a permanent little toy.”
Safaa flipped over and lashed out at Kingston one more time.
“Fuck that! Never! I’ll never give you the satisfaction!”
“If you really wanted out of this, you would have said so. There’s like a 100 different things you could have said and done to kill my boner and ruin my night. But you didn’t use any of them.”
Safaa bit her lip and pouted.
“That’s not true! This isn’t fair!” She whined.
“I’m going to have so much fun using you again and again. Each time, a little bit more of your humanity and dignity and identity will slip away.”
“NO!” Safaa cried out.
With nowhere left to crawl, nothing left for her to say, and with Kingston looming above her in every possible way, Safaa let out a whimper. There was a mournful look in her face as she looked up at him and began to touch herself. Nothing was left to the imagination as she pulled on her left nipple and used her right hand to finger her wet and excited pussy.
“Good girl.” Kingston said as he began to play with himself with more vigor.
Safaa tried her best to ignore that remark and just focus on the task at hand, but was betrayed by a little blush that ran down her face.
Kingston, with a generous head start, felt himself nearing his climax already. He slowed down his pace as if to savor and prolong the moment and began to speak again.
“To be totally honest - this whole contest is a sham. A total moot point.” Kingston said.
Safaa gave a look of confusion, but made no effort to slow down or stop her frantic fingering and pinching.
“Really, we both know it. Right from the moment our hands first touched, I already owned your little ass.” He boasted.
All Safaa managed to squeak out was “Bullshit!”
“Hell, I’ve already marked you as my territory and property once tonight. What more proof do you want? If you really believed that you’re still an independent person, free from my ownership and control, you’d have come already!”
Safaa tried her best to ignore that as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She focused every single free neuron onto every little fantasies of hers, all of her memories of former hookups and crushes, and the summation of every dirty thought that’s ever entered her mind. None of it mattered. She sat on the edge of orgasm, unable to push herself over the edge. It was the final betrayal of a body that seemed destined to remain at that pathetic little 3 inch height. A body that Kingston began to drench in his hot and sticky seed once again.
While it wasn’t as voluminous as the previous time, it still struck with precision and landed square on the tits that Safaa still pulled at and caressed. She opened her eyes to find Kingston smiling down at her in victory. Never before in her life had she been as humiliated, dominated, frustrated, scared, and defeated. The worst part yet, she still hadn’t even come yet. Even as the last drips of Kingston’s spunk dropped down on her and splashed onto her face, she hadn’t stopped rubbing and touching herself.
Kingston’s eyes were full of glee and mischief as all the possibilities in the moment ran through his mind. He could just leave her like this - dirty and spent, on the edge of an orgasm that she’s too discombobulated to navigate her way to. The little bitch almost deserved it for all the things she attempted and yelled up at him. But it just didn’t seem like good storytelling. A night like this didn’t deserve a weak and anticlimactic ending, no matter how much it may be warranted.
The next possibility was to finish her off with his tongue. She wouldn’t have stood a chance against that. It would completely dominate the senses of his newly acquired toy to have his tongue wash over her. The very same tongue that had been shaping the words that bound her to him would now have its chance to overwhelm her with its physicality. All of the warmth and the weight of it pinning her down as each taste bud moved and contoured to every curve and crevice of her body. He briefly licked his lips as he imagined the flavor of her as her little body buckled and shook in the throes of orgasm. But then he figured that he’d also be getting a good taste of his own jizz, which was less than ideal.
He didn’t entertain the other ideas of bringing back the ballpoint pin or making use of the now depleted toy that still sat alone on the bed. The choice to use his fingers was just too appealing and crystallized in his mind as soon as it popped up inside it. The very same fingers that introduced her to the shrinking nanites, that grabbed onto her for the first time, and helped facilitate most of tonight’s fun would have the honor of finishing off the current round of festivities.
He set the index and middle fingers of his right hand down on the blanket in front of Safaa as she still found herself unable to stop pleasuring herself. Slowly and teasingly he walked them over to her. She silently submitted and moved her hands out of their way and waited there, with her legs spread apart, for him to take full ownership of her.
“I know you’re still a huge fucking brat who still wants to fight and challenge. So I’m giving you a choice.”
As he let his right index finger start to play with her overstimulated and soaking wet pussy, he held his left hand above her.
“I’m going to snap my fingers and that’s going to be your signal to cum your brains out and show that I really do own you and own your pussy. But at the same time, I give you full permission to try and resist. Disobey and show me that I’ve made a big mistake and couldn’t possibly own and conquer you.”
The combination of all these words and all the experiences of the past few hours should have been too much for poor little Safaa. Kingston’s fingertip, with its playful wiggles, warm touch, and textured surface brought levels of sublime pleasure and stimulation that she never would have thought possible. If his two contradictory orders had intended to confuse Safaa, then he had already failed. Safaa looked up at him, and for the second time that night, she smiled at him.
Finally, Kingston snapped his fingers.
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Safaa’s entire world imploded. Waves of pleasure outgrew and crashed down on her. This was no time for discretion or holding back. With her back arched, she spasmed and cried out in pure ecstasy. Her orgasm was fueled and prolonged by the knowledge that it had all been on command. This first time would have been her greatest chance of breaking free and resisting his words and touch. With equal amounts resignation and excitement, she knew that any future attempts at undoing this spell would only be even more futile and weak. With a single hit, she was already hooked on the drug that was Kingston. She had no honest idea of how long she laid there riding each titillating swell and surge. With thoughts of her new permanent status still marinating in her mind, she finally opened her eyes and looked up at her owner and Master.
He simply met her with a smile and began to speak, as if he was waiting for this particular cue to do so.
“I don’t even have to say it - but I’m going to say it anyways - I’m always going to own your little ass and I can do that to you any damn time I want.”
There was no more quipping from Safaa. No denial or retort. All she could do was moan and nod her head as she slowly felt herself pull away from that stream of utter delight.
“End scene.” He said as he loudly snapped his fingers.
In an instant she yelled out, even as she still shook and was on the verge of hyperventilating.
“HOLY…FUCK!..I GOD…-” was all she could manage before he brought his hand down towards her in a gesture for her to slow down.
“Just breathe. Focus on nothing else for the time being. Just breathe.” He instructed, and not just to her. A jolt of adrenaline and excitement ran through him as he watched the entire spectacle beneath him unfold. For the first time that night, he let his shoulders completely relax and slump down, and matched the pace of his little pet’s panting. No matter how many times he did it, witnessing his trained little slut coming on command like that would never get old. As her breathing slowed down to a more reasonable and talkable level he let himself roll to the side. A slow and deliberate move that he had practiced in order to ensure she wasn’t smushed into the bed, or jostled about too much. He lied down on his side and continued to admire her resting form.
“So how was that?” He curiously inquired.
She looked back at him with wide open eyes. “Like I said. Hoooly fuck! Amazing!”
“Is that it?” He said, amused with the response.
“Fuck. It’s a lot for me to unpack. I don’t know what else to say right now. Gimme a moment.” She replied as she looked back up at the ceiling.
“Let’s do an easier question. Did you want to get something to drink, or should we get cleaned up first?”
“Holy shit, I thought you’d never ask. Drink. Drink drink drink!” she said as she used her arms to sit herself up. There was a slight wince as the tightness and soreness of her body started to become apparent.
He reached over and grabbed the vial. It was no source of magical unshrinking serum. It merely contained a small amount of flavored water that he himself had poured in a few minutes prior to the start of their scene.
“I do apologize. They were out of that green watermelon stuff you like down at the restaurant, so I hope you don’t mind fruit punch. I saw just a little hint of disappointment on your face when I first showed it to you.” He said as he unscrewed the lid.
“Not your fault.” she comforted him, as she looked up and licked her lips.
“I could cool it down for you, if you…,” He said, as he was interrupted by a head shake of no from his pet.
“Alright, you’re the boss.” He teased as he lowered it down and placed it between her legs. She eagerly grabbed it and tilted it forward into her mouth.
“Whoa, nice and slow.” He chided her.
She just rolled her eyes and drank, caring little about the spilled drops that hit her face and trickled down her body. After chugging a few immodest and healthy gulps, she pushed back the vial for him to grab and seal up again for later. As he sealed up the lid and gave the vial another little toss, he instructed her. “Okay. Good. You’re a little pancake now. Nice and flat.”
She obediently let herself lie back down. She was a good little pancake, as he shuffled and stood himself up off of the bed. Each movement and rocking of the bed was all the more bearable as she remained flat against the surface.
“Alright. Spatula time.” He dictated from above as he stood at the side of the bed over her. He brought his hand down, palm up in the air, next to her. As he started to apply downward pressure and dig into the soft mattress, he slid towards her. Much like how a spatula would actually pick up a pancake, he scooped her up into his palm. He took one look down at the floor, and with a cautious and deliberate pace he began to walk towards the bathroom. The beam of light across the floor reminded him of the fact that he had neglected to turn off the lightswitch after taking his shower, he gave himself a disappointed head shake as he walked through the doorway.
Showing concern at this shake, his little palm pancake spoke up with “Was I good? Did I do a good job?”
“Yes. You did fucking incredible!” He reassured her.
“What was that head shake just now about, then?”
“I forgot to turn off the goddamn light in here when I was singing.”
“Hah! You fucking dork!” She said, with a hint of relief in her voice.
As she teased, he used his free hand to subtly turn on the knob of the bathroom faucet. He just needed a slow, easy flow of warm water to come out of it. This part was always trial and error. It must have been some plumbing union rule that every hotel bathroom had to have its own unique water pressure and range of temperatures. As he continued fiddling and testing the water temperature, he resumed the conversation.
“Was the special agent angle alright?”
“I didn’t mind it. It could use some work, and I think you applied the knee jerk awkward creepiness a little too early, but I still thought it was fun to work with.” She honestly answered. She continued “By the way, how the fuck do you know the national anthem of Costa Rica? Was that actually their national anthem? You told me you’ve never traveled out of the country before.”
He briefly winced at the touch of water that was too hot before readjusting the knob and answering “Oh, that. Yeah, it really is the anthem! When I was 10, we were going to go for a little trip down there. Mom and Dad had it planned out a year in advance and I was so excited. Practically memorized the wikipedia page for it. But then that whole thing happened, and no one was traveling for a while. And we just kind of forgot about it. But the anthem is still stuck in my head.”
“Aww, poor baby.” She jeered.
“I fucking love the name you used, by the way. Safaa. Safaaaa. You’re gonna have to use that one again. It just rolls off the tongue. Just like you.”
She rolled her eyes back and momentarily covered her face.
"Fuck me. What did I do to deserve an owner as cheesy and full of bad jokes as you? Also I’ll have you know I deserve all the Oscars for keeping all my shit together when you told me your name was Kingston. Fucking Kingston. Who the fuck names their child Kingston? I wasn’t sure if you were going to shrink me or try to sell me cocaine. Fuck. That’s not even a real name. That’s the capital of Jamaica.” She let out, as he found a satisfactory temperature and began moving her closer to the faucet.
“Hey, don’t be mean. You know how I feel about using my real name when we do this kind of stuff. I just went off of the first result I got from some online name generator. Tease whoever programmed that why dontcha?” He said with a feigned look of sadness on his face as he brought her under the stream of water.
“Maybe don’t use online name generators like a total hack? At least you’ll have a few more days to actually work and think of a better name while I recover. I still can’t feel my fucking toes by the way." she spoke with a little more volume as warm water washed over her chest.
"Oh my god! Fuck! Sorry about that! Was that when I dropped you like 2 feet onto the mattress?” He momentarily panicked as he brought her out from under the water.
“Oh no! I really liked that part. I mean, it was kinda fucked, but you know me. No. It was those damn shoes. I’m not used to wearing them any more, so they mess up my feet.” She corrected him as he used his other hand to grab a soap dispenser. He lifted it above her and squeezed out a few drops of moisturizing liquid soap, that landed on her tits in a way reminiscent of the cumshot she had just taken minutes before.
As he set the soap dispenser back down, he remarked “Sure yeah. But it’s still kinda my fault for keeping you like this all the time and hardly ever giving you the chance to wear…well, anything.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really fucking sorry.” She sarcastically retorted as he began to rub and lather up the soap on her and return her to the water. Neither of them spoke as he gently washed and massaged her tired little body. She really did miss having clothes, and was sure to brattily remind him all the time of how convenient and ideal things would be if she was allowed any. But as his gaze and his fingers moved across her naked self, she felt a sense of contentment. In being ogled and fondled as his toy and plaything, there was a fulfillment of purpose that she seldom found before all of this. Not even being flipped over for the process to resume on her backside could diminish the little high she experienced in being handled and treated like this. Just another one of his things to be cleaned and taken care of.
He turned off the faucet and moved his newly cleaned little toy above the small hand towel that he had already folded and laid out before all of this. With the fingers of his other hand, he gently slid her off of his palm and onto the soft white fibers. She let out a little squeak as she landed and quickly grabbed a corner of the towel to pull over herself as she immediately felt the absence of his warm hands. She turned to the side and looked at him. With his usual trademark brand of swagger, as if he was some movie star, he reached around her to grab a few sheets of tissue paper. Every action of his, even in something as mundane as cleaning off his cock, still managed to mesmerize her. Maybe one of these days he would eventually tell her how exactly he manages to shrink and regrow her at will, but she honestly preferred the mystery he curated and the sense of theatricality that he always strove for. There was nothing like a little roleplay now and then to keep her on her toes.
“What are you going to do?” She inquired from within her cotton cocoon.
“Finish cleaning up. Pick everything up off of the floor and bed. Then do my best to wipe up the mess on the mattress. And maybe just stay up for a while after that. I think I’ll resew the buttons back onto your shirt again.” He listed off.
“I’d love to stay up and watch you - but you tired me right the fuck out. If I fall asleep here, just carry me to bed.”
“Oh, no worries. I’m used to it. You know I have such a hard time falling asleep in hotel rooms.”
THE END
