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An older story that was supposed to be part of a larger group of stories. I know, needs editing. But I wanted to share something here since I haven’t done that in a while. Hope you enjoy.

Horance Tuttle was bored. It was midnight, but he wasn’t feeling tired just yet. He could work on securing his web site. For the special items he planned on selling through it, he couldn’t let anyone just happen upon it. He was setting up an invite only access. He had to be certain there were no backdoor ways into the site. If he was to guarantee the safety of his clients and himself, no one else could learn he was selling special pets online. Especially since his special pets would be shrunken women slaves.

He thought about playing with one of his pets. But which one. Emma, his old high school crush? Owning her was sweet revenge for how she treated him. He loved how she would glare at him while he fondled her wonderful figure. But she didn’t resist any more. Sanisha, her milk chocolate form would feel great against his tongue for mouth play. He had seen her as he scanned through the city one night. But she just let him play from the start. There was Sheila. She was the reason he was setting up the site in the first place. If she hadn’t fired him, he wouldn’t need a new source of income. He had only shrunk her to show her what a stupid bitch she was. And to test his handheld gun. As fun as toying with her was, he would be glad to sell her on an open market.

No, he knew what he wanted. A new toy. But where to look at midnight. Horace smiled, it’s not midnight everywhere. Checking the web he soon learned it was noon in South Vietnam. Asians had the best toys, time he had one to play with. The satellite took a few moments to navigate to orbit over Ho Chi Minh City. But where to go once there. Taking a quick look he found some tables where people were eating. There had to be a good target there. The computer gave him estimated face images of the patrons. One table caught his eye, it had four girls at it. They all looked to be in their early twenties. He started to scan away. “Horace,” he muttered to himself, “Any of those will make a good new toy.”

He started to type in the capture sequence. Then Horace realized that if he grabbed them all there it would be noticed. Even though they wouldn’t know what had happened. Too many witnesses might cause problems later. He would have to wait until one or more of the girls were in a more deserted area. Focusing on the group he chose one to track. It was an easy choice, the cute one in glasses.

According to her scan, she was 5’3" tall and just over 100 Lbs. with long black hair down to her waist. She would be just over 5" after capture. Which was interesting, but it was her long legs for her height with stretched up to perfectly curved hips which supported her torso and what the scan stated were D-cup breasts. A toy like was truly collectible.

He locked the tracker on her and went for a snack. He thought about putting on a better outfit than his bathrobe and boxers. But why really, he was comfortable. He watched as the girls went shopping through some sort of street market. They were taking their good time with their shopping. He thought about blowing off some tension with one of his other pets. But he wanted to be ready when his new pet, or if real lucky, pets arrived.

Suddenly, they split into two groups of two. his target and friend were walking down a street with heavy traffic. They stopped at a corner and talked. It was nearly 3am at this point. Horace typed in the retrieval and ratio commands. He left the target amounts as open just in case. He waited, hardly breathing. The excitement of the capture still made his heart race.

They parted ways, the target amount was quickly filled in, one. She turned into an area of apartment buildings with little traffic and no one else within 100 feet. Activate.

The girl walked a few paces before realizing her surroundings had changed. She looked around a bit. Dropping her purse, she brought her hands up to her face and started to slowly walk backwards. She looked like she was about to scream. She had not yet noticed Horace. He leaned down, his face hovering just above his new toy and said softly, “So Beautiful, do you speak English?”

The girl turned to look. Screaming immediately. Her arms shot out as if to ward off an attack, then turned and ran a few steps. She stopped and her head started looking back and forth, seemingly looking for a place to hide.

Horace easily grabbed the girl. Her body was warm and firm in his fingers. She was frantically trying to force his index finger open with her right hand. He could barely feel her nails clawing at his skin. He indulged in a little maniacal chuckle at her feeble attempt at freeing herself. He turned his hand so she was now facing him. His finger had pinned her upper left arm against her torso and wrapped across her chest under her right arm. She looked at him in terror. Frantically clawing and pushing at his digit. Her body wiggling and stretching attempting to become free of his grip. The shirt stretched taut across her bosoms, barely flattening them. Revealing either a good bra, or more likely, firm fake breasts. Horace indulged in some rubbing of the right breast. From the feel of it, it was as he had hoped. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Seeing him do this, the girl must have thought he had another idea in mind. She lifted her hand up defensively screaming something. Horace cleared his throat, speaking slowly and firmly he again asked, “Well my new little toy, do you speak English?” She just kept repeating the same sounds over and over again.

Horace lost his patients, “English, do you speak English?” He yelled. Her reply was to cower and whimper in his grasp.

His smile returned. “Oh well, my little pet, I can still play with you. I don’t need you to talk to have my fun with you.”

With that he reached gently for her glasses. She reached up to protect her face. He smacked her hand with his finger. She yelped in plan. Laughing softly, he again reached for her glasses. Her hand started to move up, but she brought it back down to his finger. He slowly slide the glasses off her face and placed them on the receiving table. He then ran his finger along her cheek. She moved her head slightly away from his touch.

He lifted her to his nose and took a deep breath. Her hair tickled his nose and she smelled of lilies. Lowering her again, he chuckled “How fitting.”

He slid his fingers between his other fingers and her legs. Her legs were smooth and firm to the touch. Seeing her stare at him, terror clearly visible he smiled more and teased, “My you are the perfect little koonago. I think it’s time I got you naked.”

Trapping her between his hands, Horace adjusted his left hand to be able to pin her limbs with his fingers. Holding her legs to his palm and pulling her arms back. This position stretched her shirt even tighter across her ample bosom. He couldn’t stop himself from giving her breasts a light squeeze together. He then started to rub them with his index and middle fingers. Just a light shirt, he thought to himself, just rip it open and get a real look. “No,” talking to himself out loud to regain composure, “not yet.” “Besides,” he continued as he stroked the side of her face, “we will get to enjoy those once you’re naked. Isn’t that right pet?”

Her only reply was a scared whimper. “Shh,” he teased, placing his finger just slightly on her lips, “don’t worry pet. I’m enjoying every second of this.” Slowly he slid his fingers down her body. Once to her feet, he flicked her shoes off. Then he hooked her belt with the nail on his pinky. Pulling it out from its loop, he then gave a slight tug to undo the buckle. She gave a slight grunt at that. Once the belt was undone he reached for the top of her little shorts. She tried to wiggle free from his grip repeating something Horace didn’t understand. “Now now,” he teased as he popped the button on her shorts, “if I just tore your clothes off I might break my new toy.” Grabbing the legs of the shorts he pulled them off her adding, “And I’m so looking forward to playing with you.”

She was wearing a pair of high cut white cotton panties with lace trim. Horace couldn’t believe it. Looking her straight in the eyes he gloated, “That’s perfect.” Dropping her shorts on the table he then pressed his pinky against her crotch. Despite her efforts he forced it between her legs. He started repeatedly rubbing the tip of it where her vulva would be. She squirmed and twisted in protest of the obscene message. She started to voice what was most likely were requests to stop the attention. He felt inclined to rub more intently which added a whimpered grunt with her protests. “I know pet,” he teased, “You can’t get a real feel until I removed these pesky panties huh.” Hooking the top of them with his finger he slid along her legs. She started screaming at him. It was obvious she was trying hard to sound angry, but her terror was overshadowing her words.

Horace knew he had to be grinning like a madman but couldn’t help it. This was too much fun. He went back to rubbing her now uncovered womanhood. She wiggled and yelled at him so he pressed a bit harder. The lips parted along the outer end of his pinky. Her struggling worked out of her as he kneaded her. The verbal protests turned down to a whisper short phrase she repeated between strokes. He could feel her body was submitting to his play as the tip of his finger was becoming moistened by her. He thought of sliding his finger into her, but decided against it. That would be fun for another time.

Looking at her face, he could see a slight glisten of sweat on her skin. She was staring off away from his face. The sweat made the already tight shirt stick more to her torso. The material across her breasts now had two slight points where her nipples had now reacted to his play. “What a good girl you are pet,” she looked at him as he spoke with clear confused desperation. “Are you ready to be more fun for me?” he asked, knowing she had no clear idea of what he was saying. She just stared wide eyed and mouth gaping in fear, though her neck seemed to be bobbing with the rhythm of his rubbing. “Yeah I know, you’re just my toy, who cares if you’re ready or not huh?” he teased. She still just stared. He brought her up to his face. With just the tip of his tongue he gave her face a lick. She said something in a begging protest tone. Horace got a taste of make up.

“Hmm, so much for some kisses.” He joked. “Guess it’s time I finish unwrapping you.” Stopping his stroking he reached up for the right collar of her shirt. Her legs pressed together as if she could stop him if he wanted to go back to fingering her. As he got a firm pinch of fabric she verbalized some sort of plea. Looking her in the eye Horace replied in a mock comforting tone, “Don’t worry toy, I’m sure they are beautiful.” The buttons stood no chance against his proportionate strength. Some slipped loose of their hold. But most popped right off. She let out a slight cry of pain. Her shirt now open he could see the tiny white cups of her bra barely containing the ample flesh behind. Her nipples are still poking at the cups. She panted with fear caused them to heave slightly. Rubbing the cotton covers with the tips of his first fingers the contents felt firm still to his touch. She just looked at him with pleading eyes. He placed her into his right hand and tried to pull the shirt from her back. She screamed and arched in pain. Stopping he let the shirt go and released the grip he had on her. She sat on his right palm cross leg turned toward him. Her head down in submission. Before he said anything she started slipping the damaged shirt from her back. She flipped her hair off her shoulders and showed him the red lines where the material had started to dig into her shoulders. He expected her to cover herself back up. But instead she placed her arms behind herself and rested her palms against his. Though she looked away and down. “What a good pet.” he praised.

Turning her face back to look at him. He then stroke his fingertip down her neck across her ample cleavage. He gave her bra a slight tug with his nail. Snapping his fingers to stick out his thumb and then jerking his hand back in the hopes she understood his unspoken command. His new toy was a smart girl, she steadily herself. Leaned forward for balance and reached for the release of her bra. She started to look away from his face again. But stopped and looked right at him. Her face, an intoxicating mixture of pleading, fear and defeat. He knew she could see in his desire and excitement. He could not help but lick his lips in lust for his new toy. Once the bra was undone she pushed the straps off her shoulders and let them fall down her arms. Positioning to her knees and lifting the bra from her lap by the cups she held it up to him in her hands. Like a sacrifice to him, her new god. Looking at him in submissive obedience. Horace jerked his head to one side. She obediently tossed her bra aside as if it had lost all meaning. Leaning back, Balancing herself on her hands and sticking her now bare breasts she awaited her new masters next gestured command. Her breast didn’t seem to sag. They sat firmly on display with big round areola and nipples staring back at him.

Horace laughed with delight. She looked away and down. Obviously shamed by his treatment. But unable to protest. Smiling he pressed her back against his palm. Pinning her arms back with his fingers and thumb to force her chest forward. He lifted her small form to his lips. Running his tongue along her breasts. Licking her torso as if it was some sort of sweet treat. He could hear her mumbling something over and over. What fun he thought. Sucking both mounds into his mouth, he ran his tongue around, between and over them with zeal. Her whimpering became clear words she chanted over and over again. Not that he knew or cared what she was saying. Looking down his nose he could see her head was turned to look as far away from him as possible. He could feel her legs rub his chin. The more he slurped and sucked on her firm tits the more her legs rubbed. He switched focus on the little bumps poking on the tops of his treats. Her hip began to rock back and forth in his palm. Her manta started to waver.

Placing his right hand under his chin. The pinky slid slowly along her shapely leg. And found her vulva again. Rubbing the tip eagerly. She screeched when the finger returned. Her manta shortened to three or four syllables. Before long her hips found rhythm with the digit. Her head tilted back and the chant changed to deep gasping breaths. He could feel her straining against his grip toward his face. Her legs wrapped tightly around his invading finger. Desperately pushing it away and failing. He sucked harder on her tits. Too much at first as she yipped. Suddenly uncurled her legs. Allowing his touch to slide inside. Gently he pumped the tip in her tight canal. Her head flopped onto his lip and she screamed in tortured pleasure. Soon her whole body repeatedly twitched from the orgasm he forced upon her.

Once she stopped he moved her into a better reclined view. Her hair was stuck to her face by sweat and his droll. Her head was turned away from him. But her eyes kept turning to look at him then away again. Releasing her arms, she just bent them at the elbows closer to her torso. Her spit glistening breasts heaved as she started to catch her breath. Her legs, bent at the knees, lay spread on the palm. Giving him a clear view of her womanhood. Looking down at his toy he stated softly to her, “Well, it’s late. So I better have my turn now.”

He placed her upon the table. She laid there on her left side leaning over. He stood up over her small form. Undoing his robe he marveled at her curves. Her perfect womanly shape, his to play with. Horace brought his now stiff penis out of his boxers and dangled it over his toy. She must have seen the giant member hanging over cause she suddenly jumped to life with a scream. She started to crawl backwards away from him speaking her gibberish at him. Placing his scrotum against the table he grabbed her lovely stems and dragged her to his phallic. She scratched and clawed but all her fight couldn’t stop him from forcing her legs around the base. Holding her in place with his left hand, he picked up the lube. Horace was about to coat his penis to enjoy a little Asian rub. But the wonderful sensations of her struggles. The flexing and tightening of her legs. Her hands frantically stroking the underside of his cock. He had a new game to try.

Using the hand he had trapped her legs to also pin her shoulder to the table. She screamed as his penis lumbered over her like a tree about to crush her under. He laughed a little in a combination of lust and power. He squeezed the tube to spread the lube from the doll’s chin to her pussy. Her arms were pulled in tight to her sides. Her eyes wide with fear as if she came to realize what he had in mind.

He leaned over. Using his thumbs he pressed his cock down on her. Not enough to crush her. But enough to feel her squirm and wiggle under his manhood. She started to crawl out to the right. But he used his fingers to cage her under. She had no choice but to scale her way to the tip on his manhood. She started to climb under him. Her hands stroked and slipped along. Her legs rubbing and squeezing the sides of his shaft. Her perfect form slowly running along the underside of his penis. The further she made it, the more she spread the lube along with her. She was muttering over and over again as she worked. Her sweet voice chirping her eastern dialect. As she crested the tip, she used her coated hands to try to push her way out from under him. He let her slip her breast out from under. Only to grab her by the ankles with his fingers and slowly dragged her body down the length of his cock. She frantically squirmed and screamed in feeble protest to his power. Horace trembled at the sensation. She started again in panicked desperation. Climbing, rubbing, stroking, wriggling under his cock. She would almost reach freedom, only to be pulled back down the shaft.

The fourth time she just laid there sprawled out, either out of frustration or exhaustion. He tapped her lube coated ass with his finger. She just shook her head and stated something in her language. Again he tapped and she replied the same. Horace out of lust filled frustration slammed his hand into the table. She started climbing again in terror. He no longer had to cage her; she stayed under him. Climbing again and again. Being slid down the shaft over and over. Horace watched her wiggle under him over and over quickly losing count of her trips to the enjoyment of the sensations her body gave him.

Then he felt it. That pull to release. She was half way up. He fought the urge as she stroked the way up. He held on till she popped her two perfect little mounds from under the tip of his penis. The first spray of his pleasure released flowed between her breasts and over her open mouth and down the right side of her face to coat her lube soaked hair. The next blast enveloped her entire head in white liquid. The third he blasted her breasts. The remaining drizzle he let drip over the lower abdomen.

Spent and exhausted Horace collapsed into his chair. He stared at his new doll soaking in a puddle of his released pleasure as he tried not to fall asleep. She laid there coated from her head to just below her crotch in seamen. Her only movement was the heavy breathing she was doing as she quietly sobbed. This brought great enjoyment to Horace. Her spirit seemed already broken yet he could still see many ways to use her. Horace gained enough composure to stand and pull up his boxers. As much as he wanted to play more with his new toy he was worn out. He lifted the plaything by her ankles. She dangled limply in his grasp dripping on the table as he gathered her belongings. Being extra careful with picking up her glasses.

Horace walked over to his doll room. laid his new pet in his containment table and placed the belongings beside her. Ringing the gong to wake his three other current pets. The groggily walked out of their cages to the gathering spot. Emma and Candace ran over to the new girl to try to console her. They gave Horace a dirty look. But a snir back from him turned their attention back to the girl. Janice on the other hand spouted off, “Horace you piece of shit. What the hell did you do to that poor girl you worthless bastard.”

His finger jabbed her with enough force to send her rolling. She laid there stunned as Horace placed his finger above her face. “Listen here you little bitch, you’re all mine to do with as I wish. You are only here until I find a way to make you worth the space you still take up. You two, clean her up and teach her the ropes. She is going to make one fun toy. Oh, and don’t teach her too much English. I like when she whines in Asian.”

With that Horace left the room. He heard his pets talking as he was leaving. But no matter, they weren’t going anywhere. He would put them in their place in the morning. For now he needed sleep. Chance to rest and dream of new games to play with his dolls.

I work that night. So I guess I’m going as a wage slave.

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I was so imaging handfuls of scantily clad co-eds, but this is nice to. She might be getting graded on a different scale now.

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Our “Big Friend Service” keeps ladies engines humming. That’s right Ladies, come into Texico and he’ll make sure everything under your hood is well lubed and serviced. Because our “Big Friend Service” has great benefits for you.

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@tiny-ivy Well thank you. I am glad I entertained you. I’m not sure if I’ll continue this one. But I really apricate comments. I find they help encourage me to write.

I just had the idea of humans as a happy drug for giant aliens and that’s what came out. Also, the Vore conversation that had been happening must have gotten how could safe vore work stuck in my mind.

Though I had kicked around writing the same story from one of the girl’s perspective. Or more of Murre and Grilyn’s surveying. Or even a secret meeting at Spire Corporation about the find and a way to make harvesting legal.

But, I also have other ongoing stories I haven’t worked on in a bit and a dozen other ideas bouncing in my noggin. Really I just seem to be rambling because I am excited for some attention.

Hope I didn’t babble to much of a reply,

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@Olo Its funny as a kid when I saw that in theaters my brain translated that as the Twi’lek dance was dropped into the pit and somehow changed into that frog thing he eats. I’ve watched in later in life and can’t see how my mind did that but it did. It garnered a strange sensation in my young mind.

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@smolchlo Air pressure change hurts, everyone needs to pop their ears no matter how little.

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Hello,
A while ago I was creative writing with a friend I met online. I would share a part then they would share a part. Then they suddenly seemingly just stopped replying. I’m not sure what happened but I hope their alright.
Anyway, I had this idea and written it out then shared it with them. I will not be sharing their additions or my works off them as I don’t have permission from my missing friend. But I may add new chapters later if there is an interest in the start of this story. Hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think.

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CH 01: A Fearful Return

Lavender awoke to a beautiful morning. Sun shined into her little window of their weaved straw house. A popular newer type of structure since the old Lumberer had stopped attending the lands of Eastyard. Papa had been one of the last men to move up out of an underhouse, and she remembered her first sun shining morning and fell in love with them.

Now they have lived in this house since the years of prosperity had started so many years ago. Papa did so well as a harvester that he now had four wives to produce him many sons. As first daughter of his first wife she was given her own little room. Course Papa also made it no secret that as his first child she held a certain high spot in his heart.

Thistle and Daisy were serving breakfast for the family. Lavender was greeted with two warm hugs and even warmer boiled seeds. Leftovers from the winter stock, used up so nothing goes to waste. Soon Dandelion seeds and nectar would soon be a regular breakfast.

She took her bowl out into the patch of shorter grass that allowed laundry to be dried. It also allowed her to feel the happy sun on her skin. Mama waved from hanging clothes, “Your father is looking for you on the mound.”

“Thanks Mama.” She replied. Rushing over to where a little bump in the ground had formed after the old Lumberer had stopped having the land ravished.

This meant plants would grow strong and tall. Papa’s lands were filled with seeding plants. Better yet a few years ago Raspberry trees grew on this land. Raspberries sold well to the upper families in the city in the shed. Another area of growth since the Lumberer stopped coming out to tend its own garden.

All this good fortune was good for Lavender as well. Dad would often boost after a touch too much honey mead of how prosperous her dowry was. It had to be as he told it as at last fall’s Matching Festival, Roland, the king’s head advisor, had his handsome son Gunther spend time with her. They both had a wonderful time enjoying the stalls and booths of the festival. Hands hooked together as they watched the bonding ceremony of the new wives being bound to their new husbands. She saw Papa and Roland joyfully shake their hands in agreement at their connection. Though Papa would not confirm the agreement to her no matter how she begged.
She hoped it was as it appeared. Gunther was a handsome tall Fae-Rae. Training in the Military gave him a firm form. But as the head advisor’s son he would never face the dangers of raiding or combat. He would be part of the court of the King. And she would be his first wife, head of his household. She would live in a wall shielded home with servants. She would miss the harvesting area, but was looking forward to her first time servicing her husband’s bed needs and producing his first children.

Crow called overhead happily. As tradition she waved to the day cousin. His bride had yesterday nabbed a garter snake that was worried would be a danger to the smaller children. This went well with the news that Cousin Owl had grabbed a large rat that had started raiding harvester’s stores. She remembered when she was small asking her parents why Crow and Owls ate other creatures their size but never ate Fae-Raes. Mother, the daughter of a poor priest, told the faith stories of how Crow and Owl became the Fae-Rae’s day and night cousins. Papa waited for Mama to finish and go to do other work and teased it was because Fae-Raes tasted bad to them.

Papa saw her rush up. “You need to sit and eat your breakfast like a proper lady. Not shove it in your maw as you rush about.” He teased, but he was right. This behavior was wrong for her future life.

“Sorry Papa. Just wanted to see what you wanted me to look after today.” She loved her father. Tall and strong. Still youthful enough that a few of her aged friends noted an interest in becoming his fifth wife.

He smiled looking over the land. “Bees are dancing early this morning. Last winter was kind and Spring’s rains were gentle. Looks like another rich harvesting season this year. Good for your little sister’s Dowries.”

“And how can I help them find good husbands?” She asked.

“With that garter gone and Owl chased off any rats from the area. Why don’t you take them to flat rock to play about. Too rough and no men will want them no matter what I pack into their chests.” her father advised.

“And my dowry?” she asked.

“All ready. A lucky young man will be waiting for it at the Bonding Festival in the fall.” Papa teased.

“And he is?” she pried.

A smile told he wouldn’t break tradition and advised, “Hoping the summer passes fast. Now go gather the little ones. Today, even I won’t have to do much. We are blessed by this land with another easy day.”

She finished her breakfast and gathered many of the children. Her closer siblings came along to help watch them. They arrived at the flat rock. The rains had left a small pond for them to skip pebbles across. An old stick allowed them to climb and scale. Talents they would need in the fall to help harvest late berries and seeds.

Neighboring families must have also found it would be an easy day as more older siblings guiding their young ones arrived and games of chase and ball started. Bronto smiled in a way that made her skin go warm. She found herself hoping if Gunther hadn’t accepted her Dowry that Bronto did. His broad harvest trained body and thick black hair was a welcome addition to this day.

It was shortly after they had gathered that she heard something. Looking up, Lady Crow and her husband flew in circles called out. She called back and waved. Then she noticed they were not the usual calls. These were cautioned, warning yells from their day cousins. “We should gather the children.” she says to Bronto.

He looked up and nodded, “Everyone come close now please.”
As the older siblings herd the younger a sound touches Lavender’s ears. It was familiar somehow. Her foggy memory only hints that is danger. But what? What could it be and why were the Crows so agitated? Then her mind suddenly screamed with realization, it was a mower.

“Run to the standing rock. A mower is coming!” She screamed at the gathered youth.

Many of the younger children had no idea what a mower was. The old Lumberer hadn’t tended theses lands in years. She was tiny still when a mower last made harvests hard. The whole reason that straw houses were now about was because there had been no more mowers.

Bronto suddenly accepted this horrible fact that a mower had returned. Grabbing his smallest brother and hefting him into his grip he pointed and shouts, “Lavender is right. Run that way now!” A man spoke and they listened.

Lavender ran, making sure the small children were before her. The older siblings shepherding the younger towards the one real hill in Eastyard. A craggy boulder that sat to one side of the fields. A place of climbing in early springs and late falls. The mossy top was great for summer picnics. But today it was the internal catacombs that they wanted. The rock walls would protect them from mower blades.

It was getting louder and louder. Soon the ground they ran across would be shredded by the machine’s pass. She had to keep stopping and lift or pull smaller children. Her mind screamed for her to run for her own life, but she couldn’t lose her brothers or sisters. Papa would never forgive her.
Into the under cave the gathering made it. No one else was here. Bronto shouted for one of his brothers when a girl Lavender didn’t know well pointed out towards the coming sound and said trembling, “He fell out there.”

“I’ll be right back, stay with Lavender.” he commanded his younger siblings and dashed back into the towering grass.
The sound was getting closer and closer. Lavender vaguely remembered that mowers had terrible sucking wind that traveled with them. “Everyone, go to the dripping cave now.” she screamed.

“But Bronto.” one of his siblings begged.

“Now.” she screamed. Worried for the towering Fae-Rae man as well.

Soon he came into view carrying a young crying boy. Then her heart froze, she could see the front of the mower. Hungry eating the tall plants and anything else in its path. Moving so much faster than Bronto could ever go.

Bronto looked over his shoulder then moved his brother. His muscles strained and the boy flew towards her. Lavender dashed out and caught the lad. Quickly backing into the cave begging Bronto to make it.

But the machine was too fast. His little brother stretched as the machine’s winds lifted the man off the ground. Lavender turned inside the cave to claw her fingers into the holes in the side of the wall. She watches as Bronto disappears up and under that horrible machine. It’s whirling blades chopping whatever is pulled into their range. If Bronto screamed in fear or pain she couldn’t tell over the roar of that metal beast.
It was pulling at her as it approached. Then it suddenly turned and ravaged away from the rock. She had to see where it was going. Dropping the wailing boy in the dripping cave she took the up cave to the mossy ledged.

There it went. Yards away in as little time as it took a crow to fly the same distance. She knew the family homes along that path and looked to where they would have been to hope for signs of life. Maybe an old mower cellar or seed store would open and those parents would be alive. No stones lifted. Just short shorn plants trembling in the breeze.

The machine was returning. A path where Bronto’s family harvesting area was. Lavender could see panicked parents gathering and directing remaining working children. But they were directing them towards this very hill. They would never make it. She begged them to turn and run east. To where that horrible machine had already eaten the life giving plants. They wouldn’t be able to out do the Lumberer pushing the destroying thing.

Bronto’s father learned that too late. He thought he might slow the beast and hurled a spear at its closest tire. It didn’t land, dashed by the machine’s winds. The barrel chested man was lifted from the ground and taken by the machine. His second wife was next. Being pregnant, she couldn’t run fast. Lavender felt a tear trickle down her cheek as the woman was lifted up and in, holding her unborn child the whole way.
Bronto’s mother was next. In her panic she wrapped limbs around a thick raspberry stock. She managed to hold on till the machine traveled over her. But no sign of her as it passed. Bronto’s sister fell. Next summer would have been her last summer with her family before her bounding if that machine had any caring. It didn’t.

Lavender watched as a straw house was basically pushed over and ravaged by that machine. Families in terror fueled run came dashing towards this hill only to be devoured to a member. Others in their panic try to hide in the tall grass. Their fear made them forget that was what mowers eat most. And as it ate the tall plants it also dined on them.

Her heart froze. It was heading towards where her home hid in the field. Too far to see if Papa or Mama had gotten away. Did Martess and Gangla reach a safe spot. She could see her house and the out buildings. Her ears cruelly noted the change in the blades’ whirring sounds as it rend her home from the Earth. Everything they owned, every happy memory diced like soft shelled seeds. She vomited.

Other crying voices told her she wasn’t the only one witnessing these horrid actions. She tried to look upon anything but the metal machine raping the life from these lands. It’s operator.

The old Lumberer had been carried away by other Lumberers last summer. So this Lumberer was new to her. Tall, well they were all tall to her. He was wearing long pants and a shirt with no sleaves. A hat popular with Lumberers as far as she knew and shaded lens glasses. Round buds with a bracket cover his ears. He had the round belly of the successful merchant types that had come about as prosperity had lasted longer and longer. Up to a flat upper chest that hinted he once was an active man. Arms larger than some neighbor’s houses.
The worst was his face. She wanted him to have evil features or to be as hideous as his actions. But they were not. He looked like a kind man. Like the type to help his neighbors with a bit of food during a hard winter. Handsome even in a way for a man of his age. His smile looked welcoming. His mouth danced like he was singing. If he was she couldn’t hear his tune over that rending mower.

She couldn’t look at the Lumberer any more. Nor watch the death he was unknowingly bringing. She staggered down to the dripping cave and openly started dripping tears as well.
Soon one of her brothers told her, “The Lumberer is gone.”
The group starts out of the cave and into the destroyed field. The plants and grass are barely taller than they are. A strange fine dusting of green bits made following the path difficult. Lavender soon realized the scattering is how small that mower made the bits of plant that it devoured. Forbidding his siblings from picking any up. Worried they would discover a bit that wasn’t plant. Since its victims would likely be diced as small as well.

She staggers into where she had grown up. Frantically she dashed to the house, to find the seed cellar. As if they realized she would need help to clear the area in her search, Crow landed, fluttered about and lifted off. The floor of her home sat empty.

She reached where the kitchen should have been. A bloody smear tore at her hope. She lifted the cellar door. Inside were scattered seeds and more bits of that green debris. Part of the under board had scraps across it. Finger spaced groves like they were pried along the thick wood against their will. She closes the door. She collapsed, suddenly surrounded with her younger siblings clinging to their last protector.

Just as he stomach started to complain a wagon appeared. Word of the disaster had reached the shed and the King had sent his army to collect his surviving citizens. Soon she was eating boiled old seeds for lunch. Learning horribly that the ones from the Standing Rock were the only survivors.
They arrived in the Market area under the bush by the shed. The King asked hopefully to his general, “And the others?”

The General took a deep breath to gather strength and answered, “We found no others, sire.”

The King started to topple before Roland and another caught the rotund man. Panicked voices started, What about harvest? What will we eat? What are we going to do with those children? If the Lumberer mowed there does that mean he’ll whip around here again?

Soon solutions rained back, Lets raid the other kingdoms! Send those leeches back into the wilderness! War on that Lumberer!

Roland held up his hands and the crowd stopped. He was a well respected man. Coming second only to the king in power. He climbed up on an empty wagon, “Everyone, everyone claim please. Your majesty, I have a suggestion. As one of the scouts described the Lumberer didn’t seem to be targeting the homes nor even noticed Fae-Rae presence. It is likely he as a stupid towering human just wasn’t observant enough to see the poor harvesters. I think a simple solution is break from tradition and go into the Lumberer chambers and tell him we live here.”

The crowd gasped at this strange idea. Lumberers were monstrous and cruel according to legends. Fae-Raes went into their soups or crushed beneath their hands and heels. But Roland just let them murmur the raised his hand again and the mob silenced. “But my advisor if we tell him we are here wouldn’t he just destroy faster?”

“I, in my research on this new Lumberer, says otherwise. From his magic library it looks like he has a fascination with Fae-Rae sized people. I am certain that if properly approached he could be made from a danger to an advantage. And the approach I suggest I know he’ll like and solve part of our other problem.” Roland advised. Lavender didn’t like how he pointed towards the full wagons when referring to other problems.

“And what approach is that?” The King asked.

“Well, as you know the younger survivors could be easily found homes as adopted additions or as servants. The problem we have is, from what I can tell, six of them are of Bounding age girls. Bounding age with no more Dowry means they would not be of interest to any men looking to start or expand their families. And no first wives are going to want nubile unattached serving girls their age in their homes. We should offer those six young ladies with no future to that Lumberer to ensure ours.” Roland proudly explained his plan.

Lavender’s heart raced in panic. She looked into the crowd for a supporting face against that mad idea. None, they cheered on her sacrifice. Gunther saw her looking at him and turned away in disgust, without her dowry she wasn’t worth his attention.

“Guards take the young ones to the temple to start finding them new homes. Gather the Bondable aged ladies to fulfill Roland’s brave plan.” the King commanded.

Lavender was torn from her wailing siblings. She was dragged with five others of her age to an empty wagon and bound to the inside. Guards stood around the wagon. People approached and thanked them for their sacrifice. Marina told of the truth and begged to be rescued. But none even suggested they would.

Roland approached and actually gave her a sad look. Then to a guard he commanded, “Take them to my home. My staff is waiting to bathe and dress them for their presentation to our new neighbor.”

“Yes my lord.” the Guard replied.

Lavender was taken to that home. Larger by her home by far. Ladies, servants and wives of Roland forced the six of them to strip. Lavender could only think of one reason she needed to be bathed and seasoned with flower scents. Like when you find a root bulb, you don’t want grit in your teeth. They were given clothes not suited for public sight. Barely clad with sparkling beads. A cloak hid their near nakedness.

They were reloading into the cart. Roland rode in his own fancy wagon. Traveling towards the scariest of locations, the Lumberer’s house. The warriors that traveled with them wore Roland’s colors and not the Kings.

Hethrea asked in a whisper, “Will the Lumberer eat us?”

Marina nodded in defeat, “Likely. What else could we be to that towering beast.” A guard hushed them.

They reached the crack the brave raiders used for years to gather Lumberer items when the old Lumberer lady lived in the towering building. The building’s top was well beyond Lavender’s ability to see. In a dusty strange old dry wood smell path they were carried on soldiers’ backs. Using metal posts sticking out from the wood as a ladder they traveled deeper into the land of her nightmares.

Cooking meat could be smelled. Lights powered by unknown powers made the inside glow. Lavender’s stomach growled, it was supper time she realized. Roland stopped and told his commander, “Wait here.”

The tall Fae-Rae man walked out like he had done at the opening of many festival starting ceremonies. He took a deep breath and bravely said, “Greetings Lumberer.”

The Lumberer stopped and looked around. Then continued leaning over a steaming pan.

“GREETINGS LUMBERER!” Roland bellowed.

Again the terrifying thing turned and looked. But didn’t notice the Advisor.

This time Roland yelled but added waving arms to his request for the giant’s attention. And stepped back in smart nervousness as the thing seemed to zoom over. “What in the world?” the Lumberer gasped softly.

“I am Roland. I represent a Kingdom of Fae-Rae that lives near your home. I would like to request a deal. A kindness from you for a gift from us.” Roland explained.

Lavender was again taken with the kind features on the scary giant. He didn’t look down at Roland with contempt or ridicule. No, he looked intrigued. “What were you thinking I can help you with?” he asked softly. Seemingly aware his size would make his voice a weapon to the small man.

“We live off the land. We would request you leave where we live wild so we can harvest the berries and seeds that grow there. And we will give you gifts that will intrigue your personal interests. We also can let you know how and where to find other gifts in trade for other considerations.” Roland offers.

“What type of gifts?” the Lumberer asks.

Roland snapped his fingers and made a waving action. Lavender’s hands are unbound and her cloak is pulled off her body. Two guards began dragging towards the view of the giant. She struggles but the smooth fabric slipper she was made to wear found no grip. She looks up and that beast’s eyes go wide. It’s not hunger, but there is a want in his deep brown eyes.

A massive hand coils around her as the guards panic away. Lavender feels its powerful muscles press the digits around her. She isn’t crushed, more cradled in his grip. All she can see is his curious face examining her. She can feel his skin warming around her. “Beautiful, like a perfect little Asian beauty.” he praises. It is strangely comforting for Lavender.
“We have more for you if you agree to our terms. And If you like I can help you find other varieties.” Roland pushes his offer again.

“You know I’m sure we can come to an understanding Mister?” The giant says still studying Lavender’s barely covered form.

“Roland, Soon King of Eastyard. Yours?” Roland said.

“Bruce Walker, and if I missed my guess. Likely the reason you’re the new king?” The Lumberer guessed.

“Well, if we can come to agreements.” Roland confirmed.

“I have just finished making supper. I have more than enough to share with you and your guards. We should discuss more over food?” Bruce suggested.

“I would be honored.” Roland accepted.

Lavender was relieved she wasn’t on the menu. No, his giant finger tracing along her leg told he wanted her very alive.

@Kondo
Well if your TV is within view of the cage and you have cable you could just leave the remote in their cage. But I recommend against that if you have one of those internet access capable plans.

Hamster wheel is good for exercise like Olo said. If you have a good secure cage you can get little ladders and structure for them to climb about on. You know, re-prepose those Hamster tunnels.

Depending on how you like to play with your pet and your gender you could if male have a comparably scaled firm rubber dildo. That is an excellent item for them to practice climbing along and other skills on. Or if your female, a wide verity of imitation woman sexual areas are available that they could also practice with. (Sorry, started writing this before I thought to check your listed pronouns. I hope I haven’t offended you.)

Another idea is light novels. Pocket sized paper back books. That way they could open the covers and turn the pages to read them. Making them exercise for both their bodies and their minds.

Last suggestion for now. Depending on their mental state, small elastics make for good resistance training devices. To keep them toned and fit. And small building toys can be assembled and glued to make them into a small weight set. Just because they are light to you doesn’t meant they are light to your pet.

Oops, one more. They make small easels, paints, and canvas. With light enough brushes (Fine tipped or kids brushes) your pet can be a mini-painter. Clearly skill will vary.

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@sloppy_amy I’m sure your just as cute as bear lap lady. Shrunken so needed sometimes. eyeroll

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If it makes you feel better about posting there, I have been for a while now. Posting my size related M/f stories. Even my stories get a fair amount of readers. Though they don’t allow you to self promote. So you can’t advertise your patron or the like.

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@SmolChlo So, you actually need a little umbrella?

Really your owner should have a safe place for you to have little walks. Sidewalks are outside and outside alone you would have to worry about cats and seagulls before spitting assholes.

Do you need a safe place SmolChlo? Are you not looked after little one? scoop

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@smolchlo Clever little one. You would make a wonderful little shoulder devil for some wicked shrink ray owning scientist. Likely have them wrapped around your little finger before their next scheme was thought up.

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Sorry, hadn’t realized how long since I last posted a chapiter. I have several written and was just wanting to space them out. But I hadn’t intended a twenty one day space between two and three.
Well, its here now. Hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think.

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Chapiter 03: First Day Caged

Maria was startled awake when some great beast snorted and shook the world. She movement slipped her off her warm bed to fall into some strange bushes. Maria opened her eyes to look about only for her disorientation to continue. A menagerie of curls of some kind of cords in a variety of shades. A vast bizarre landscape with a large round hill behind her while a massive pink-peach hose was curled around her.

Then she remembered where she was. Panic hit knowing she was not on her Master’s penis like he had left her before falling asleep. She stood to attempt to scale back on. His manhood was deflated of its arousal and only about waist high. But the ground was squishy so she had trouble pushing up to hook a leg over it. Grabbing tight she maneuvered herself to roll on only to find his skin was smoother than expected making her more wiggle about only to slip off again.

As she stood to try again Maria noted how his body’s new position put everything as an angle. She laid against it and pushing with her leg attempted to roll on top of it again. To her disturbance he started making pleased sounds in his sleep. She had failed so badly last night when he was trying to enjoy her. She didn’t want to upset him more by not being on his penis when he awoke.

He shifted again. Maria cringed as his voice sleepily asked, “What the?” A giant hand grabbed her and she awaited punishment. He squinted at her then mumbled, “Not now Maria. I’ll cum on you in the morning.” Maria had judged last night the distance between the bed and the nightstand connected to the table her cage was on was too far for her to traverse. This giant surpassed that gap, the whole nightstand, and was able to open and place her into the cage with a lean. In her room even.

“Night my Lilliputian plaything,” was her only warning before the lights went off.

Soon however soft white lights flickered on in the hall. Not bright but enough light to travel by. She found her bathroom set in her tote and wandered the eerie quiet cage halls to the washroom area. While she cleaned her teeth and used the facilities she longed to have a shower. To wash the human man scent off her skin. But it was incredibly late and she wanted to get some sleep before the waking bell went off. It would likely be the first time in years it would wake her.

Back to her room she placed her bathroom things on her empty dresser. Sighing at the pile of clothes she would have to sort and put away tomorrow. She took the tote off the bed and simply left it on the floor. Ruffles would just have to put up with her sleeping naked, searching for sleepwear was just too much after her graduation day. She lifted the blankets and slipped under.

“Oh,” escaped her. Finally something better than what she had in school. The sheets were not flat and stiff. They were smooth and light in a delightful new way. Her head lowered and instead of the stiff foam pillow this one hugged and welcomed her head. The mattress wasn’t a resistant block, but a body accepting touch giving her relief. She nuzzled Ruffles’ head and sighed. Why couldn’t all things in the human’s world be this tender to Lilliputians.

Maria woke several hours later. Groggily she knew it was well past the waking bell. How did she sleep through that bonging sound? Then she realized she wasn’t alone. She turned to find Anne lying along the edge of her bed staring at her. Her beautiful face glowed into a lovely freckle speckled smile as that slightly confusing accent noted, “Morning sleepyhead.”

Maria had to know, “How late past the waking bell is it.”

The crimson haired beauty chuckled like she was being naughty then advised, “There was no waking alarm. No morning bell. No class bell. We’re free from school.”

Maria questioned, “But how will we know when we should get up or go to bed? How will we know its meal times?”

Anne shrugged with an adorable naughty smile. Then advised, “There is a kitchen with a variety of pellets. So many different flavors. Some so good.”

“Flavors?” Maria asked. Not just the same bland nutrition sticks she had eaten for over a decade.

Anne then asked, “Do you usually smell like that?”

Maria felt self conscious. Smelling her arm she knew the new scent. “That’s from him. That smell is what human man genitals actually smell like.”

As Anne noted, “Striking.” Maria had a realization. The Master was likely going to be mad at her when he awoke. She failed to present properly. She failed to purr out what he wanted to hear. She failed to submit fully to being stripped. And the likely worse offense, she failed to stimulate his penis enough to reach orgasm. Anne’s strange accent made her worried tone seem comforting, “What is it?”

Maria explained, “You should leave. I failed the Master last night. He’ll look to punish me when he awakes. If he sees you with me he may punish you as well.”

Anne advised, “He’s already up and about. And from the tune he was happily humming he wasn’t upset.”

Maria bolted upright gasping, “Already up?” Sure enough the giant’s bed was sitting freshly made. Her head snapped about expecting a giant fondling hand to snatch her at any moment.

Anne seemed not to notice Maria’s panic and simply asked, “I was about to have a workout and was wondering if you’d like to join me?”

Maria pointed out, “I should shower.”

Maria leaned back as the redhead slipped up extremely close. Those plump pillowy lips were hypnotic as she advised, “It’s not that bad. Besides why bother showering just to work out and need to shower again.”

Maria looked away from those lips despite the sudden desperate urge to touch them. But then sparkling green eyes filled her vision. Her heart thudded in her chest strangely. Like last night her throat crackled her words, but for extremely different reasons, “I don’t know if I have workout outfits.”

Anne reached behind herself without looking away. In a triumphant tone she stated, “You do.” While holding up a clothes bag with a breasts restraining top and little shorts. Fitness shoes and several pairs of athletic socks filled a side pocket. The whole set was black with red along the sides. It wasn’t till now that Maria noticed Anne was wearing a similar outfit only green with yellow sides. The way the top strained across those freckled breasts. The display of Anne’s bottom in those shorts. Maria felt something awaking inside her and was excited and frightened by it.

Maria couldn’t understand why she was breathing so heavily. She had been in this state with many girls for pleasure display lesions. Why was Anne’s closeness so powerful? Why did she want to know Anne’s talents in pleasure display? Maria’s voice was little and shy as she said, “Sure I’ll workout with you.”

Anne gave an alluring smile then stated a touch loudly, “Brilliant. Here, get dressed.”

Anne got off the bed and Maria could feel her strength return. Yet longed for the vulnerability to return. As she pulled on that constricting top she noted, “I should only have a short workout. I still have to put my outfits away.”

“It’s done,” Anne chimed in.

“Done?” Maria said looking about. Sure enough the baggies of clothes were empty and neatly folded in a chair. “How?” She requested.

Anne got that exciting naughty smile again as she confessed, “I got bored waiting for you to wake up so I put them away for you.”

Maria was in shock. That was the nicest thing anyone had done for her. She told Anne, “I have to thank you so much.”

Anne leaned in close, making Maria lean back. The redhead then said, “Well, I’m waiting for my thanks?”

Maria was confused, “I don’t understand.”

Anne now looked confused, “You said you had to thank me so much. That means you’ll give me a deep kiss at my school, didn’t you do that at your school?”

Maria answered, “No, we could only practice pleasure display in the main areas the teachers could easily see so we would get used to performing before humans.”

Anne’s voice as hummed out as she advised, “We’re not at your school and I would really like a thank you kiss.”

Maria was nervous, worried about Anne not liking her kiss talents. Then there was the larger fear to deal with, “We shouldn’t without Master’s Permission. He may only want us to kiss and things when he can see.”

Anne had a point, “In this cage he can see everything any time he’s in the room. Besides, shouldn’t you stay in practice for when he requests it?”

Maria whispered, “I, I guess.” Soft pillowy lips pressed hers. Anne’s tongue slipped into Maria’s mouth and her tongue excitedly greeted it. Maria often enjoyed pleasure performance training. The contours of the other student. Their soft mouths. But Anne was different. Many girls back at school were beautiful. But Anne was something else. Her hair was an exciting color. Her smooth skin was so polished white with playful freckles. And those lips, full soft, and exotic sweet.

Anne grabbed Maria’s head and held it tight. Maria’s hand reached up behind Anne’s head and dared enter those thick red locks. Maria allowed herself to fall back and excitingly Anne tumbled on top of her. Maria pulled at Anne’s hip to press that foreign beauty tighter to her plan form. Anne accepted the invitation and rolled her shapely form.

Anne gently lifted her head up. Her hand stroked Maria’s cheek as she said the strangest thing, “Oh you’re so incredibly gorgeous.”

Maria’s shock at such a statement from such a lovely girl and she mumbled, “But you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen?”

Anne looked in disbelief. Pink shaded her sweet white freckled cheeks. Then she smiled and softly suggested, “You should finish getting dressed so we can workout.”

Maria didn’t want her to leave but Anne rolled off her so all she could do was say, “OK.” Maria slipped out of bed and grabbed her shorts. She had dressed in front of dozens of girls and human teachers but doing so in front of Anne made her feel shabby. She worried the strangely accented beauty would reassess her appearance and find her wanting.

Finished, Maria reached to make her bed as was the rules. Anne grabbed her hand and pointed out, “He didn’t say we have to do that.”

It felt so disobedient leaving her bed unmade but that alluring naughty smile just encouraged her to also be naughty, “OK.”

Anne pulled Maria from her room while playfully giggling. Leading her towards the exercise equipment. But all Maria could think about was the fact Anne still held her hand in hers. That maybe meant something, that they were connected. Possibly more than new friends. Maria wanted Anne to be an extra special friend. Maybe she would practice pleasure displaying with her more.

Their Master’s friends bought them all the standard training equipment for staying properly fit and tone for his visual enjoyment. While also a few pieces to practice their penis pleasuring skills on. Those were the ones Maria focused on. She had failed to get her Master off last night and expected punishment to come at any time. Next time she wouldn’t fail. Next time he won’t get so bored with her performance that he’ll doze off.

This inadvertently gave Maria a surprise bonus. The machines that help keep legs and rumps toned were right across from the Shaft Pump and the Penis Climber. Anne stated she was going to focus on her bottom as that was what she called a trouble area for her. But it didn’t look to be a problem to Maria as she watched that rump bend, bob, and wiggle on different devices.

Maria took a long drink from the nearby water nozzle. Her body was soaked in her sweat. She hadn’t trained like that since the last endurance challenge. Anne asked, “You want to workout some more?”

Maria didn’t get to answer. A cage door popped open. Their Master spoke, “Come here Maria, I want to finish what we started last night.” Maria turned just as that giant’s hand grabbed her. As she was lifted up she saw Anne cowering. Clearly that wasn’t just her reaction.

Her Master wasn’t wasting time. A massive finger reached under her tight top and took it off her with ease. His hand adjusted to have her laying again in that gigantic palm. He grabbed a leg and flicked off her fitness shoe. Then switched to the other shoe. Then he hooked into the top of her shorts and in a powerful motion pulled them off her. He did pause at that moment to praise, “Man that’s one hot little Lilliputian body.”

Maria didn’t get to thank him for his compliment as she was suddenly dropping down. She arrived where he wanted her just in time to see that massive penis pop out of his thin shorts. His hand moved to wrap her under that musky shaft. Maria’s instinct was to curl into a protective ball. But training prevailed and she stretched her limb out. That powerful hand buried her into that colossal erection. It was so heavy on her, making it hard to breathe. Him stroking her along it didn’t help that. He growled, “That Lilliputian body feels so good down there. I’m going use you a lot to get off Maria.”

She didn’t want to but she was taught to thank her Master for even the crudest praises, “Thank you Master. Please use me often.”

His breath was heavy as he requested, “I’m going to cum on you. I’m going to cum all over you. Tell me you want that!”

Master commanded so she had to comply, “Yes Master, please cum on me. Cum all over my body.”

He was so excited, snarling, “More, tell me more!”

Maria hoped if she said the right thing with the right words he’d forgive her for last night, “Oh Master I love having my body rubbed against your big human cock. Please let me pleasure your thick massive cock all the time. I am so thirsty for your cum all over my body.”

“OH YES!” being bellowed. She was wrapped over the tip, this told Maria this session pleasing her Master was about done. As she was taught she opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes tight, It was often repeated that human men like to eject semen into their Lilliputian mouths. Maria was ready for something similar to the release from the fake human penises at school. A cold clear nutrition gel that tasted of bland medicine. What flooded her face wasn’t anything like that. This was gooey, not slick like the gel. It was warm, quite warm to her. It wasn’t bland, no it had a strong flavor of bitterness and salt. Worse it made her eyes sting and her nose burn.

Maria felt herself bent back away from that formerly gushing tip. Her Master commanded, “Man you look good soaked in my cum. Tell me you love being soaked in my cum.”

It took a moment. Maria first had to clear her mouth and throat. Her only option was to swallow it. If she spit without permission her Master would likely get upset. But she managed despite her stomach’s want to refuse that goo’s entry, “Thank you Master. Nothing feels better then having your cum sprayed all over me.”

Maria felt like she did her duty when he said, “Hmm you are one well trained little Lilliputian.” She felt him press her stomach and crotch tight to his shaft right before he used them to wipe his tip clean. He placed her down with the advice, “Clean yourself up my Lilliputian Latina. I’m getting a real taste for you.”

She fearfully replied, “Yes Master, I will.”

Maria couldn’t see but she knew he was walking away. With his goo in her ears she could barely hear the cage access being closed. He came in just to use her for pleasure and deposited her back in the cage to deal with his aftermath. She hated the fact she knew that was what was expected of her. That was the life of a Lilliputian girl.

Hands grabbed her arm and Anne’s voice offered, “Here, let me help you to the showers.”

“Thank you,” Maria said. She hated speaking right now, it spread the taste of his semen over her tongue again. Well everything did at that moment including breathing.

They stopped and Maria was guided to lean on a wall. Then a second later she heard Anne exclaim, “Oh that’s awful. Nothing like the training spray.” Maria heard water start up while Anne made a sputtering sound of disgust. Then Anne asked, “Give me your foot so I can take off your socks.”

“OK,” Maria whimpered, lifting a foot. Soft hands sipped her sock off then she switched feet.

Anne guided Maria towards the water spraying sound and advised, “Here, Try this.”

Maria stepped in expecting the room temperature water she had showered in for a decade. Then she exclaimed in pleasant surprise, “The water, its warm.”

Anne’s voice commented, “Yes, we discovered last night we could adjust their temperature. So much nicer than school ones with their just above freezing water.”

Maria sighed, being a human’s pet wasn’t all bad. An amazing bed and wonderful showers at least. She heard the spray curtain get pulled across and she eagerly started raising her Master’s spray from her hair. Then jumped as soft hands cupped her breasts and pulled a curvy form against her back. She spun and asked, “Anne, what are you doing?”

That intriguing naughty smile was so close as she explained, “Well I need to shower after my workout and I thought you could use some help to wash that semen off.”

“But we are to shower alone?” Maria responded as had been the rule before.

Anne purred while rinse Maria’s breasts, “At my school we were encouraged to shower together to conserve water. Don’t you want to save on water?”

Maria’s answer was to kiss this alluring pillowy lips. Arms wrapped bodies and pulled each other tight. One of Anne’s hands found Maria’s bottom and found it liked stroking along her bottom cheek. Maria massaged Anne’s back for she enjoyed the sensation of Anne’s freckled bosom squishing into her breasts. Years of pleasure display training never felt this exciting. It was not the first time she had been in a shower like this with a girl, water training was important after all. But with Anne it felt all new. Maria was nervous as during her first Pleasure Display class. And Anne seemed so knowledgeable. She touched Maria in ways that made enjoying the interaction not an act. Not a lie to entertain a human Master.

Anne’s amazing lips left Maria’s mouth and found Maria’s neck. Suckling kisses made Maria’s heart pound. Then like thunder those pillows grasped her nipple. None of the times she had practiced this had another girl’s mouth made her nipple happy like Anne’s mouth did. Those full lips kiss walked over to Maria’s other breast and treated that nipple just as amazingly. Maria could only arch her body in pleasure while combing those exciting soaked red locks with her fingers.

“AHH!” Slipped from Maria as Anne’s fingers found something to do. They slipped just in along Maria girlhood to awaken her loins. Anne’s fingers were knowledgeable and nimble. As that kind thumb pressed Maria’s button other fingers explored just inside Maria. It awoke Maria’s hips and they rolled with lusting joy. Maria had made herself reach climax with her fingers before, but this experience made them all seem shallow.

Passion and desire raged in Maria once she came down. She lunged for Anne’s mouth only to be stopped by Anne’s finger. The Redhead looked so happy as she advised, “We should finish our shower now,”

Maria whimpered her desire, “But I want to make you climax.”

Anne’s cheeks glowed as she advised, “You will. Just not now. I say we finish showering then I’ll show you around the cage.”

Maria nodded while replying, “OK, we’ll do that.” She wanted Anne to like her, she needed it really. Anne was the most amazing beautiful girl she had ever met and Maria would do anything to make her happy.

It wasn’t so bad. Anne soaped Maria’s body and in return Maria got to wash Anne’s gorgeous form. Then Anne’s nimble fingers cleaned Maria’s hair and Maria got to comb shampoo through passion red hair, Rinsing each other tempted Maria to place another kiss on Anne’s full lips only to be playfully teased by that accented beauty turning away while giggling. Then came the conditioning of each other’s hair and the best way to wait for it to set, making out with Anne’s delicious mouth.

After the conditioner was rinsed free, Anne shut off the water and handed Maria a towel. Maria couldn’t stop peeking at Anne’s naked form and was thrilled to catch Anne peeking at hers. Anne folded her hair into her towel and asked, “Are you dry enough?”

Maria followed the redhead’s example and advised, “Yes.”

Anne pushed Maria into a lotion chamber and closed the spray curtain. Anne tapped the button and wonderfully smelling white cream spattered into Maria’s chest. Anne turned them and tapped the button for her own freckled bosom to get white splattered on them. Maria’s heart pounded as Anne’s soft hands started spreading the lotion all over Maria’s body. Maria guessed she was allowed to work the lotion into Anne’s body and spread it excitedly. Anne’s body was amazing, those plump Lilliputian firm breasts. Well toned legs. Soft skinned stomach. And she might have been subconscious about her bottom but Maria liked how it rounded out from Anne’s lower back. Besides, Anne didn’t have anything to worry about, that rump was tight.

Maria could have rubbed lotion into Anne all day. But her new close friend commanded, “Alright, that’s enough. We should get dressed.”

Maria submitted, “As you want.” She didn’t want to offend the full lipped beauty.

They went to their rooms carrying their fitness material. This seemed normal for Maria. Many times she walked the halls of school with just her hair bundled. It was a demerit to use extra towels. She slipped up to her wardrobe to select her day’s outfit. She finds an outfit that resembled her school’s uniform that included a darling little black vest. She tossed it on her bed to open its package when he walked into the bedroom. Maria literally cowered down as if to avoid being sighted. He walked by in just a towel wrapped about his waist. His large round stomach stuck out over the limited covering. He seemed to have hair on every patch of skin. Frightening, the pointed bulge poking under the towel told of his arousal.

Still he wandered to that towering dresser and started pulling out clothes. Since he was dressing she figured she had permission to dress. Quickly she had the bag open. Shirt that barely reached her hips had a strip to seal it closed decorated like the garment had buttons. No bra of course, couldn’t have anything that slowed the human’s access to your body. Well, unless they wanted it. Maria adjusted the elastic ribbing so it hooked under her hard beasts. It lifted them to make them more appealing to human’s eyes. The outfit did have panties, bright white as smooth to the touch, Something a human could enjoy stroking their finger tip against.

Maria was pulling up the elastic waisted black with white lined pleated skirt when she saw her new Master approaching the cage with his pants undone. It was only then did she realize those thin shorts from last night were actually the human male underwear called boxers. And his were pointing hungerly towards her. The cage opened and Maria cowered expecting to be grabbed and fondled by those uncomfortable fingers. A whimper in a different part of the cage told she wasn’t his entertainment at this time. His words crawled over her skin as he slurped, “Come her my Lilliputian African dream.”

Chloma was likely the most fit of the six of them. Just under acceptable fitness, much more and her body would have been detracted for looking too muscled. But even that powerful Lilliputian body was powerless in a human man’s hands. As he stripped her of tight shorts and loose sporty top he chuckled. Maria in turn pulled on her knee high socks and slipped on the shiny black shoes designed to look like buckle shoes. It wasn’t like she could do anything to keep clothes on Chloma. Any word from her could have her being stripped by those colossal hands as well. She knew Chloma would not hold it against her just as she didn’t hold against them exploring their new cage home while he enjoyed her last night.

He didn’t ask Chloma her name. Didn’t even tauntingly speak to her. And as he stripped her so powerfully she couldn’t muster the courage to introduce herself. He opened the top of his boxers and said to himself and not the trembling beautiful young Lilliputian woman, “This will feel so good.”

Just before Chloma disappeared into that sexual cavern a strange bell went off. The Master looked confused for a second then sighed, “Oh right. I forgot.”

Unceremoniously he placed Chloma back into the cage and closed her in while threatening, “Guess you’ll have to wait to ride in my underwear.” Then he did up his pants as he walked from the room.

Maria arrived where the other girls were handing Chloma her clothes to redress. She heard Ella note as she smiled at the fit dark skinned woman, “At least you didn’t whimper on like someone else did.”

Maria felt offended, “She was scared as I was.”

Ella shook her head then accent made her reply seem extra harsh, “Did your teachers never handle you? If you were better trained then you could just follow your lessons for when you’re held.”

Maria countered, “Teachers were different. Being handled and stripped by them was normal. When he did it it was terrifying. His eyes were so hungry, his touch so wanting. It’s like he’s a different animal.”

“Purf,” barked Ella. Then she bragged, “When it’s my turn Maria you’ll see how a Lilliputian is supposed to react to their Master. I will speak as we know he will enjoy.”

A gold brown hand grabbed the blonde’s shoulder. Chloma was nearly an inch taller than Ella. The look they shared showed Maria wasn’t the only one that found a special friend in this cage already. Chloma explained, “No Ella. It is different. She’s right. The teachers, they just did it because it was their job. He wanted to do it. Seems to more than enjoy it. His touch was impossibly powerful. I was so scared that if I spoke I would have screamed.”

Ella’s expression was softened. She stroked the darker woman’s arm saying, “You did your best. I hope my example during my first session will help you in the future.”

Chloma smiled warmly, noting, “I’m sure it will.”

Bora shyly asked, “What now?”

Katie Marie chirped in, “Lets select and play a board game.”

Anne’s hand slipped into Maria’s as she announced, “I’m going to finish showing Maria around.”

The other four share happy smiles. Katie Marie advised, “OK, you can join us later if you like.” She grabbed Bora hand and Marie got the idea they all found a special friend in their small group. Bora blushing cheeks seemed to confirm that. The four wandered off.

Though the cage was one of the larger models it was nowhere as large as the school had been. This model was set up to house up to twelve Lilliputians. The rooms for such were on the upper level.

The second level had the entertainment rooms. There was a TV room where their Master could approve shows and movies they could watch. Sadly only videos currently available were the training ones focused on how a Lilliputian girl could please their human male Master. The other girls were in the library. There was a collection of approved books and games for them to spend their time with. The third room was Maria’s favorite. It was a sitting area that was along a window that showed a small area of the human world. Seems their Master didn’t rent an apartment but had a house. This gave them a field of grass with a couple trees to observe. Birds fluttered about curiously. Things vaguely remembered from Maria’s childhood. She longed to run barefoot across the grass like she remembered doing before the Reduction happened. But that world was now a vast dimension of danger and terror. The last room was where their food was. Maria took the time to try a couple different pellets. Yet another of the few benefits of being owned. Delicious, so much better than the near flavorless ones from school.

The bottom held the gym, showers, facilities, and a chamber for other waste. There was a mezzanine, but that was for connecting this cage to another or other cage attachments and it seemed for now it was just an empty platform. All through the cage were pull open doors for their Master to get a hold of them through. No matter how hard they tried they wouldn’t be able to muscle them open to escape. And really, why would they try. It would be trading required sexual performance for likely vicious death.

Maria and Anne were joining the others when they all froze at the sound of the Master’s voice, “No, I’m a department manager now and she’s a staffer.”

The cake lady voice replied, “She’s not in your department. Besides, she’s nice.”

Their Master walked up to a far dresser saying, “And nearly half my age and drop dead gorgeous, she’s just going to say no and be uncomfortable around me.”

Cake lady argued, “You don’t know that. Besides, her generation was hit the hardest by the Reduction. Not a lot of guys her age around.”

The Master interrupted, “So you think because her options are so limited she’ll be this desperate.”

They left the room while Cake Lady countered, “Don’t say that. You’re a good guy with a good job.”

Maria looked at the other Lilliputian girls and they just looked about in confusion as well. Since none had answers about what was going on they just went back to board games, Maria and Anne happily joined them.

That was their day, them finding something to entertain themselves with while occasionally the Master and Cake Lady would enter talking about some human topic. From those passing conversations they learned Cake Lady was the Master’s sister and they had a shared friend the Master had a secret romantic interest in. One he slightly dreaded to inform of his feelings despite his sister’s urges. Also, they were cleaning up from the party the night before. That was a less interesting topic, but outside entertainment was a limited experience for Maria and the others.

They were enjoying lunch together when the Master entered the room. With not even a word he opened the cage and grabbed Chloma again. She could be heard whimpering as he peeled her top off. It came fluttering back into the cage as he pulled her tall boots off. He was more careful adding the footwear back in. But her short skirt and the small shorts that fitted under them were flung in mindlessly.

The giant undid his pants and Maria was able to see his blue plaid boxers had his semi stiff penis leaning against them. He slipped Chloma in and fidgeted around. His hand came out empty. He pumped his hips three times. Each thrust his erection seemed to become larger and harder while the shape of Chloma’s fit Lilliputian body was pressed tighter and tighter into the material. As he did up his pants the Master sigh, “Oh, I’ve been thinking about doing that all morning.” Then he simply closed the cage and walked away. All of them knew at any moment they could be under that heavy bulge in the front of his pants. They sat quiet for a few minutes then they all sighed, that was what those last years of schooling were for after all.

It was a couple hours later when he returned. He didn’t speak to them. Simply undid his pants and carefully exposed himself while holding Chloma to his erection. She was shining with sweat and looked exhausted. His hand slid her slowly up to his tip then slowly dragged her down his massive penis while he praised, “Oh yeah!” His hand then started pumping the dark skinned Lilliputian girl while the Master growled with pleasure. They could faintly hear Chloma helpless grunting while he used her. Then as he roared, “Ahhhh!” he wrapped Chloma loosely about his tip. Clearly he wanted to watch as his semen left his penis and sprayed into her face and on her breasts. The growing smile on his middle aged face told them he was enjoying the sight of her spattering burst.

He popped the cage and placed the semen drenched Chloma in by the showers. He did up his pants asking himself, “Now how should I cook that chicken.” He seemed to be considering the question as he left the room.

Ella bloated as soon as the human giant left their sight. They could see her helping Chloma towards the showers. The whole while she encouraged, “Master was very pleased with your body. He was very happy, I could tell. You did perfectly, just perfectly.”

All they heard Chloma say was, “It was so hot and heavy.”