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.