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A soft hand on my shoulder. “Rice paper and or sugar depending on the outfit.” Jenny’s words fluttered my heart. I looked up and the lovely blond smiled at me while holding a platter. She leaned down and placed a mug with a girl with reddish brown hair in pigtails, hooked to its side. I think she had undid one of her buttons since first meeting me. A small cake was then placed, seven little heads bowed down. Trapped in dulips of hard shelled icing. The tops of their breasts sticking out, decorated with multi-colored icing spots. Strawberries between the trapped girls. Little legs from just below their knees stuck out of the cake. Cute little pink candy shoes on their feet. Jenny suggested, “Enjoy, I’ll be back in a bit.” She tapped the mug and then the plate the cake resided on. All eight little heads looked up.

I stared at the gathered treats in the cake. I knew these tiny ladies. Co-workers, neighbors and friends of Nicole. Starting on the right, Karla Perez, Our new college intern. Beside her was the well endowed brunette from the desk at our gym, Gabriel Price. Next in the back was a blonde friend of Nicole’s hot cousin. Turning the cake I saw that cousin was there, Cyder Appleton. Another friend of hers, an obnoxious blonde girl whose name escapes me. After that, a well endowed strawberry blonde hair, my neighbor Helen North and lastly in the cake was her friend Amy. Women I caught myself taking a bit too much notice in. And in my mug, was the glasses wearing sweet co-worker of Nicole named Josie Cash. She wore a cute little pink frilly bikini and trembled in fear.

I looked up and Jim smiled, “I know of your, let’s say secret interest. Did I order you a good batch?”

“But they know me.” I protested.

He held his hand up to stop me, “I saw how you’ve watched them as they have gone by. I know of your attraction. It’s OK, they don’t judge here. Besides, many guests order co-workers and such for the power rush that comes from eating mini versions of people they know.”

The girls rambled and squirmed. Their little feet kicked helplessly. Seems the cake, or the icing, held them firm. Josie cried out for explanation or help. I looked down, he was right. The idea of touching most of these ladies in sexual ways did come to my mind a little too often. I could feel a warm arousal wash over me. I reached for the handle and lifted the mug. The small woman asked what was happening but I just took a slip, Irish moca for me as well. Josie’s chest leaned onto my lip. Her firm chest lay on my lip.

“Well?” Jim asked.

“I, well, I don’t.” I tried to gain my thought, “There is an excitement at this.”

“Dip her in and she’ll sweeten your drink.” Jim advised.

“So, is her suit edible?” I asked again.

“Yeah, have a taste.” Jim again advised.

With a deep breath I let go of my moral objection. Placing the mug down I picked the tiny Josie from the mug. She wiggled and kicked. Lifted the younger woman over my mouth, I slipped her in up to her waist. She screamed in terror while helpless, flailing her feet. My tongue stroked her smooth legs and bowled over her little round ass. Sucking and licking coffee from her lower limbs. I slurped the bottom of her swimsuit off her. Unhindered, I eagerly explored her lower half. She whimpered at my invasion. I slipped her out of my mouth between tight lips. Rolling over her lower curves with glee. I stared at her in my fingers. Chewing the sugary garment left in my mouth. She tried to hide her pussy with her legs. And I smiled.

Jim stated more than asked, “Keeping Josie to play with at home?”

I placed the terrified girl back in the mug. “Yes, I think she will live with me.”

“Have a piece of cake.” He guided me. I lifted the knife and looked at the cake. All the trapped girls ramble at me. He pushed, “Why not try one, fully.”

I wasn’t eager to eat someone alive. But the thought, the power to be able to, made me a bit giddy. I selected Cyder’s annoying friend. I sliced through strawberry and cake beside the terrified blonde. Then on her other side the blade cut through. I lifted the slice and placed it and her on a small plate. She made her thoughts on my manhood clear. I took my fork and broke off a piece of cherry chip cake. Eating it. Slowly removing bits from around the girl.

Jim stopped Holly and ordered what he called an Asian schoolgirl split. As she left he sipped his mocha, tiny Holly now only waist deep in drink. Happily watching me strip pastry from around the blonde.

Quickly, the annoying blonde was only contained in the icing dollop. I pulled the confection apart gently with a knife and fork. It was filled with whipped cream between a hardened candy shell. Freeing the girl. She was decorated, with candy coverings over the tips of her breasts and around her waist and over her virgina. I slowly dissolved the cream filled treat in my mouth and poked and pushed the girl with the end of my fork. Her arrogantly thrown insults quickly switched to frightened pleads for mercy.

Now, she was the only one left on my plate. I grabbed her shoulders and lifted. I asked, “Which way is easier? Head or feet first?”

Jim shrugged. “That is a matter of preference. I like feet first. Gives you more time to savor their form.”

As he finished Holly placed a plate with a narrow bowl gently in front of Jim. There was also a long spoon. In the bowl were two scoops of ice cream. Straddling on either side of each scoops was an Asian woman. A banana, cut in half, dangled over them. Tips pointed at their faces like massive phalluses. Whip cream tipped the fruit and was spattered over their tiny faces. The girl’s were decorated in hard icing shaped like a skirt. A jelly decorated the icing to make it resemble schoolgirl uniforms. Waitress Holly tapped the bowl and they snapped awake gibbering in a language I did not know. Little legs kicking and hands reaching to no avail. Jim took a scoop of the frozen treat and asked, “Well?” Then slipped the spoon in his mouth.

I lifted the blonde over my mouth. She just started making noises. Despite her struggles I placed the woman in waist deep into my mouth. Her covering began dissolving quickly. It was sweet, like candied fruit. I let my tongue explore her slender legs. I took eager enjoyment in splitting her legs and tormenting the girl’s tenderness. She shortly began to moan. I removed my tongue and she whimpered for it’s return. I pressed her shoulders down. She struggled asking what I was doing. The girl realized my grand scheme in a terrorized scream. Offering me anything I could want from her. She was now shoulder deep trapped under my lips. She just started screaming. Fighting hard against my jaw’s power. I popped open my mouth. She leaped at the opening, but I caught her face and head with the end of my tongue. I closed my mouth with her contained. I swallowed and I felt her body compress in my throat. I could feel her wiggling and struggling as the esophagus pulled her to my stomach. I could hear faint screams from within me. Those sounds quickly stopped as her body landed. It was indescribable the sensations of emotions that flooded in me.

I looked at the other girls in the cake and they all reacted in disgust and terror. I calmly lifted the mug and sipped my Josie Irish Mocha. I enjoyed the sensation, but the thought of owning the other tiny women was also exciting.

“Well, how was it?” Jim asked. Scooping more ice cream. The Asian girls shivered in fear and cold.

“I can see why people like it. But, you said I could keep them as well?” I asked. I wanted to give them the thought of hope for life.

He nodded, “Yep. I myself have a few. I think I might even keep the girls in my desert.” He lifted his mug. I hear the tiny Holly scream. His mug down, she dangled from her knees between his lips. I cut another piece of cake. Karla’s Latina curves naked fueled my imagination and appetite. As well as my choice of slice. As I gained another treat, Jim sucked the Tiny Holly down to her hips.

I was again tormented by taking little bits with my fork. Jim tormented his by sucking her in up to just below her breasts. She made sounds to suggest his tongue tormented her in another way. He scooped a spoon full of ice cream and slid the utensil under The red head, smearing the cold treat over her breasts and stomach. He slipped it out the spoon. Savoring what made it in his mouth. Then lapped the residue from her tiny body. As he gained another scoop. Repeating his enjoyment.

I slowly enjoyed the cake. Leaving lovely Karla trapped in her dollop. She whimpered helplessly at me. I licked my lips as I cracked the hard candy shell. She yipped a startled sound, but seeing herself free she crawled away from me to the edge of the plate. Looking behind to see another giant with a squirming redhead trapped in his mouth. She stopped, trapped between monsters. I slipped some more mocha. Savoring one half of her former container. I hummed a happy sound of enjoyment and teased my current target with, “I wonder how much your cage tastes like you. Cause it tastes wonderful.”

Jim laughed at my teasing the poor girl. Holly came over, “How is it going? You seem to have come to accept the idea of the Café.”

“Yes. Can I get a bowl or something for?” I asked.

“We have something just for that.” she smiled. Looking at Jim with a miniature her in his mouth she teased, “You willing to do that to the full size version.” She joked with a wink. Leaving to get my container.

Jim pulled his treat out and purred, “Well, you were wondering about making this up to me. That wink might make us even.” He then dragged the tiny redhead’s chest along the ice cream and popped her back in his mouth. Tasting her breasts and the frozen cream coating them.

I ate the other half of the icing cage, I grabbed Karla’s leg and dragged her closer. I stroked the bare leg between my fingers, her tiny clone’s leg displayed the same tone from years of dance as her real self does. She did not struggle, just whimpered softly as I felt her. Once the whip cream filled icing was swallowed I hooked both her feet and lifted. Karla made whining yips as I brought her over my mouth. I lowered the top half of her fit body in my mouth. Closing lips around her sensual waist. My tongue dragged back and forth her spectacular breasts. Sweet fruit flavor filled my mouth. The firm warm mounds brought delightful sensations. I breathed through my mouth so she could breath. I stroked her dangling legs between fingers. Taking great pleasure in brushing her fit ass. I was greatly aroused by my treat. Tasting her breasts well after the candy covering was dissolved.

Holly came back with a smile. She placed a small box-like container beside my cake. It had a slot clearly designed to drop miniature people in. And keep them in. “That looks like fun sir.” Holly purred.

I slipped the now topless Karla from my mouth. “Thank you. My name is Will.”

“Your welcome Will.” She acknowledged. “Mr. Hathaway, did you want a doggie cage?” Jim nodded. Making a playful lick of the tiny Holly’s breasts. She giggled, “I’ll be right back.” And left us again. She seemed to add a bit of wiggle to her walk.

I turned Karla around and put her legs first in my mouth. My tongue ran the length of those sculpted legs. Wiggled the tip over the candied pussy. Enjoying both the sweet taste and her erotic sounds. Her shoes crumbled in strawberry flavor. My mouth savored the curves of her body more than the favors adorning her. She begged me not to swallow her like the blonde. She offered everything she had to me. Karla should have knowledge of my plans to keep her. But emotion took her over. I drank in my power over her as I sucked her in past her breasts. Rolling her body happily over my tongue. She promise many things, from mundane to the erotic for her life. Karla sang of my great kindness and of my attractiveness. All the while wiggling dangling arms. I reached in and sucked my saliva from Karla’s body as I dragged her from between my lips. She thanked me for her life. “I shall enjoy keeping you sweet heart.”

She rambled on in frightful thanks as I slipped her in the box. As soon as she was in, weeping sounds softly hummed from within. I took another sip of Moca. Playfully I encased Josie head first in my mouth. I hooked my tongue under the front of her top. It was mostly dissolved from the mocha. With a pull I shredded it from her chest. She struggled to keep the garment. But her two arms could not wrestle it away from my tongue. I pulled her out, smacking loudly as I ate the candy top. Josie covered her chest with her arms. Only now I noticed I must have swallowed her glasses. I put her back in her mug.

Holly came back with Jim’s doggie cage. I asked, “Can I get more mocha? And replacement glasses for my current accent.”

She nodded, “Did you want a new girl with the new mocha? Or replacement of the current girl?”

“No, just more mocha thanks.” I replied.

Jim noted, “Holly, could I also have a new Irish Mocha, I will take an additional accent. And.” Then he nodded.

Holly nodded back with a smile and slipped away.

“Dude, You are going to love this gift.” Jim told me. He had just taken me out to dinner and now was leading me to some exclusive coffee shop. Trying to cheer me up since Nicole left me shortly before Christmas. He smiled his I have a surprise smile and explained, “Now this place is very hush hush. You can’t tell anyone. I can not explain till we get there but you are going to love it.”

“This is too much. I’m never going to be able to play you back. And I don’t need it.” I explained.

“Will, you have been moping since she left you. I introduced you two and set you guys up. Now I feel guilty. So you are going to accept my gift of a good time and like it or I’ll never forgive myself.” he pushed.

He led me down a side street and into a rather clean alley. Allowing him his self blame since he has never let me talk him out of such ideas. I accepted my gift and pushed for more information. But just got the, you’ll like it and can’t tell you till we’re there. Down the alley a bit more and into another narrow alley between buildings to a plain grey metal door. Jim pulled out a key card and slipped it in a security box and with a click, the door opened. “Step inside.” he said and pointed his hand toward the now open entrance.

Stepping inside was a small bright alcove with ornate wooden walls and doors. There was another entrance more similar to upscale coffee shops. Large frosted windows and carved door with matching windowing. The door’s window had the one sign I saw, “Little Nibbles Café” was all it read.

Jim turned to me and in a tone of seriousness he did not use often he explained, “Now this is not like any coffee shop you have been to before. They service, ahh, specialized dishes. You will see unique choices. Don’t over react, just know everything is how it’s supposed to be and no one is really getting hurt.”

“Getting hurt? What do you mean?” I asked.

Just as he was going to answer a couple came out and smiled at us. Taking a quick look at me then back to Jim asking, “New member?”

Jim replied happily, “If he behaves, hopefully.”

Just then I noticed that the doggie box they carried was making little sounds. They nodded knowingly to each other and laughing slightly said to me, “Relax and you’ll love it. Be happy to see you around.” And they left.

Jim grabbed the handle to the door and agreed with their advice, “Now like they said, relax and you’ll love it.” Opening the door he led me in. Coats hung in an alcove just inside the door. We turned the corner to a reception pedestal and a small dining area.

A pretty young blond lady in her late teen to early twenties greeted Jim by his last name and asked about me. But I was mesmerized by a ladies plate just inside. Wrapped in what looked like thick noodles and covered in a thick white sauce was two tiny young men. Four to six inches in size. She had tiny legs wiggle out of her mouth. Till she swallowed hard. Smiling down she began peeling noodles from another who clearly was not happy about his being part of the meal.

“Will. Will! Earth to Will.” Jim got my attention. I looked at him and he grabbed my arm. “I’ll explain at our booth. Just follow Jennifer.”

She actually took my other arm and smiled, “You just need to relax and follow me.” She pressed close to me and the scent of sweet vanilla filled my noise. “This way sir. Mr. Hathaway.” Her hold settled my nerves. The feel of her warmth and her lovely smile was encouraging.

As we navigate the small dining area I see other miniature people in or as food for the patrons. Some of the guests seem more interested in playing with the helpless tiny people, others happy to devour them. Some clearly savored their meals in some cruel ways.

In the booth the hostess sat me looking away from the dining room. She stroked my arm and smiled down at me, “I’ll get you some water to settle your nerves.” And disappeared.

Jim spoke cheerfully, but I could hear his concern, “Well well, Jenny doesn’t usually guide new guests so closely. She must like you.”

“What is this place?” I barked out a little loudly.

“Relax, take a breath.” Jim advised.

Ignoring him I gibbered out, “They are eating tiny people alive.”

Jim joked back, “Some are, some are just sucking their meals off them.” Seeing my expression made him laugh. “Look, relax and I’ll explain.”

Jenny returned, startling me with a soft touch on my shoulder. She leaned in and placed a small glass of ice water before me. Smiling right in front of my face, her warm hand on my cheek she advised, “Take a deep breath. I know it took me a moment to take in what happens here. But I promise no one is really being harmed.”

Pretty girl’s presence and soft words encouraged me to listen. I then sipped the water saying to the warm brown eyes, “Thank you, miss.”

She giggled nicely and corrected, “Jennifer, well, you can call me Jenny. Or at home.” Winking she grabbed my hand and slipped a napkin in my hand. She turned and walked back to the pedestal, looking back at me to smile.

Jim’s eyes were wide. I examined the napkin as he praised, “Well well. Many of the regulars have asked her out, but none got that much attention.” I held up the napkin before slipping it in my pocket. “Or her number, this is a better gift then I was planning.”

“What is this place? I’m not calling the hostess of the cannibal Café.” I retorted.

“It’s the exclusive coffee shop called, The Little Nibbles Café. As I said outside they serve unique dishes.” He noted.

“They are eating tiny people. They are not just unique dishes.” I growled.

He shook his head and snickered, “They are not really people.”

Just then another lovely young woman with red hair came up with menus, “Mr. Hathaway, sir. Did you want to hear our specials?”

Jim looked up and purred, “Hello Holly. I have a special order for my friend, but he needs a moment. He’s new. I will have an Irish Mocha with a matching accent once we are ready.”

She winked at him, “I have just the accent for you, it might even help your guest relax. You settle him and I’ll bring your drink.”

She left and he returned to the subject at hand. “Will, this cafe’s dishes do include little people. But no one is really being hurt. They are actually little clones. They gain DNA and the memories of samples from all over the world and use them to flavor their dishes. Guests are encouraged to enjoy them as they wish. As food, or even as pets.”

“But they are alive.” I rebutted.

“Yes, but they are not really people. Just copies, right down to their memories. That way they act authentic to what that person would in that situation. But they are literally created just to be eaten. Or, played with depending on the guest.” he explained.

“So, they let people leave with them?” I asked.

“Yes, I have a room for my pets. That I indulge with from time to time.” Jim admitted. “So you can keep the ones I order for you. I hope I picked good choices for you.”

Confused but accepting I asked, “But, aren’t they hard to, well, swallow.”

Jim smiled and responded, “Actually no. Even at their size they can be gobbled rather easily. Since they are fresh their bones are rather soft. So they constrict and our throats send them down to their new homes.”

Curiosity brought a question, “So, I could break them if I’m not careful?”

“Ahh, the bones are more like cartilage, the white part of chicken wings. Soft and digestible. But rubbery enough for other enjoyment. And they become firmer the longer you keep them alive. So they become even more resistant. Forty eight hours or so and they are just like bones should be. You feed them and bath them, and they will live for years.” He suggested.

Our waitress came back and placed his mug before him. She noted, “Jenn will be bringing out your friend’s gift. And since he got one.” She handed him a napkin. Then tapped the mug with something. Winking as she turned away.

In the mug was a little red-haired person. Looked to be a woman, somewhat familiar. Once the mug was tapped it seemed to bring the tiny girl to life. She looked around and seemed scared of the giants around her. She wore a blue swimsuit that fit her well. Then I realized why I recognized the girl, she was or is the waitress.

He smiled at the napkin and breathed out, “Well, I guess I am also gaining a gift.” Then he lifted his mug, “If I knew you’d bring me this much luck I would have brought you sooner.” He placed the mug to his lips and took a sip. The small version of the waitress screamed and slid against Jim’s mouth. “Holly makes and accents a good Irish mocha.”

The mini girl recognized him and looked around. Seeing something that relaxed her. Soft words came from her, “Oh, right, I made myself Mr. Hathaway’s accent.”

Jim took his spoon over her and pushed her under the chocolate coffee surface. Noting as he did, “See, Holly is over there. But I have a miniature version to flavor my mocha.” He released her and she bobbed out coughing. He scooped her side and stirred her in a circle. He continued, “The clone has all Holly’s memories from when her sample was taken. She is a little Holly, even right down to her cells and knowledge. But not really her, so I can eat her, but no one is really hurt.” He stopped spinning the woman.

The tiny Holly grabbed the side of the mug. She gathered her wits and yelled, “Staff are not usually made into accents. Management feels that it might encourage bad habits. But since I knew it would help you. And it was for Mr. Hathaway, I was given permission to flavor his Irish Mocha.”

Jim barely let the woman finish talking before he slipped the spoon between her and the mug. Hooked in the spoon she was again forced under the liquid. “Are you ready for what I ordered for you?”

Sighing, I responded, “I will take the chance.”

“Good good.” He smiled again releasing the tormented girl. She coughed and pleaded for him to stop as she frantically reached to the side of the mug. He lifted his hand, catching the Waitress Holly’s attention and she nodded. “You know, I’m not sure if I want to keep little Holly or swallow little Holly.”

The miniature Holly begged, “I know I’m not the real Holly. But I want to live. Please Mr. Hathaway.” He hooked the spoon to her ass. Spinning her in the warm drink. I noticed her swimsuit was thinning.

“Are her clothes eatable?” I asked.

“Yeah, the clothes are made out of. Actually I’m not sure. But it is food.” He answered.

Steve O Reno does great work.

@sloppy_amy Thanks. I still have some of the other stories/chapters started and remember most of my head canon for this. It’s just trying to get it into my rotation of writing I doubt I could do.
If I do I will certainly post them here.

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.

@olo She looks confused, like she knows what she is to do, just not how to do it.

@olo I like how she looks more curious then scared.

@ilikehell He does draw VERY well. Bunch more on his account.

Please visit his deviant art at:
[https://www.deviantart.com/steveoreno](link url)
He has a bunch more under scraps.

@olo I love Reno’s SW work.

@olo That’s a classic.

It was supposed to be a thumbs up, but she started to slip. You’ve handled sw you understand. Or are sw, and understand.

@technomage Night, next morning, that afternoon, so on.

@ilikehell Ahh, then I must be boring too. Canada is on the North American continent.

Eastern Canada, currently staying up way to late for no good reason.

@the-big-g What can I say, I like sweet mocha coffee. + =