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Chapter 5 - A Knife In The Dark

Simon mulled over his conversation with the mayor. He seemed very uneasy about opening a lumber mill but wouldn’t go into detail. Just saying that it would cause trouble that Green Dail didn’t need. But he was practically bowing at Simon’s feet when he brought up opening the mine again. He then noticed that Yui was out and about, so he got into casual clothes and walked down to her island to talk.

“Hey, Yui. Any luck finding out how to break the binding?” He asked, getting down onto his belly to be close enough to hear the tiny woman.

“I have…” She said in a much more dower tone than Simon expected. “…But it’s too dangerous for me to ask it of you.”

“As bad as all that?”

“Indeed. Your great uncle was no wizard, so he gained the power of binding spiritual creaturs from a Fairy King. Del-Mog, to be specific.” She then pointed to an illustration in the book she was reading. The creature looked like a man but with hair and beard resembling a lion’s mane and golden deer antlers with all sorts of trinkets dangling from them on strings. Another noticeable feature was that the man was naked and had a member that made Simon feel very inadequate. “From what I understand, Fairy Kings are like the Asura or Yoki Shogun of my homeland. Chaotic, unreasonable tricksters who set you up to fail in the guise of fair trade. Is that correct?”

“I wouldn’t know, only ever heard the bedtime stories about never trusting faires you meet while playing outside, or they’ll take you away. So where does this, Del-Mog, live anyhow?”

“Funny enough, right next door. His kingdom is the very forest of your valley.” His conversation with the mayor made so much more sense just then. Chopping down the trees that fairies see as belonging to them is liable to get you turned into a frog, and that speaks nothing to the ruin a King of their people could muster. “At some point, your great uncle bargained for an artifact that could bind lesser fay… and all-powerful goddesses, apparently. And now that he’s dead, you’re the contract holder.”

“What is the artifact that he gave Balin?” The tiny goddess shrugged.

“I didn’t see him use it on me, trust me, I would have put an end to it if I knew what he was doing. It could be anything, a watch, a branch, his cock, anything could have been enchanted to serve as a binding talisman.” The little woman then became very uncomfortable. “The only way to break the bindings on me and the Brownies would be to destroy the talisman… Or ask the King to nullify the contract. Both present more danger than I would ever feel comfortable having you risk on my behalf.”

“Well… I…” Simon considered his following action very carefully. The pudgy little man was hardly the bravest sort until earlier that day, he was scared of Voe, and a Fairy King was on a whole other threat level than a prankster spirit. “Couldn’t I just use the talisman to unbind you?” Yui just shook her head.

“Only you can use it, and last I checked, your no sorcerer. And you would either need a member of Dol-Mog’s court or a fully-fledged wizard to show you how to use it. And approaching a powerful fairy with what they might perceive as a stupid question will get you killed if you’re lucky. And any sorcerer you higher as a tutor would probably try and steal it, make it answer to them, then we would belong to that jerk instead.” Yui then got onto her knees. Her head bowed in despair. She then flinched as she felt Simon’s hand wrap around her gently, in as close to a hug he could accomplish given the size difference.

“I accept the risks, though admittedly, I will be looking for the option that presents the least risk.” Simon’s words so moved Yui. She had more or less expected the meek little man to give up when he understood that his life would be at risk. She grabbed onto his pointer finger in as tight a hug as she could give. And being a literal goddess, she was strong enough to hurt his finger a bit as she embraced it.

“Oh, thank you, Lord Bell! If there is anything I can do for you, just let me know! I mean it, a blessing, a bath, a happy ending, ANYTHING!”

“I um… I’ll let you know if I need anything,” Simon said with an awkward smile and a blush. Letting the hug go on for a few more moments before wishing her a good day and heading off. He had a feeling that the next person he was heading to see might be able to help with their problem.

…

Simon followed the directions to the letter, and had arrived at Voe’s lair. The cave entrance was littered with the bones of wolves, bears, deer, and any other dangerous animal, and the breeze wafting out of the cave smelt like the last breath of someone dying of some terrible sickness.

“VOE! CAN YOU PLEASE COME OUT!? I WANT TO TALK!” He screamed into the cave, hearing it echo deep into the mountain. Only to get the response of some rabbit bones tossed at him. “Voe, please, I just want to talk.” He said, much quieter. Seeing as she was close enough to throw things at him, he didn’t need to yell.

“Fuck off, fat man!” The unmistakable voice of the invisible she-beast yelled as she pelted him with more bones.

“I want you to come back to the house!” Then pelting stopped, then he felt something crawling up his back. Turning his head slightly, Simon was eye to eye with the 2ft terror. He could feel her chest pressed against his back as she clung to him, making the poor man noticeably blush.

“Say that again?”

“I want you to come back to the house. You can mark whatever you are most emotionally attached to, and I promise not to get rid of whatever you mark.” The scaly little woman thought on it a moment before moving her very sharp claws to his neck.

“What’s the catch!? There’s always a catch with you humans!” Simon trembled meekly, doing his best not to piss himself.

“No catch! Honest… But if you feel inclined-”

“Aha! So there is a catch! I should do weird things to your butt for lying to me!” Simon then yelped as he felt that scaly tale of hers give his ass a poke.

“No, no, not necessary! You can still mark whatever you want to keep even if you say no… But can you give me, or at least tell me where to find, Balin’s talisman or binding?” There was a moment of silence between the two before Voe scurried around his body to look him in the eyes.

“And what do you plan on doing with it? Let me guess, free those poor little cunts trapped in the house?”

“More or less, ya.” She then rolled her eyes at him like he just said something really annoying.

“How pathetic. You really are just a good little boy, aren’t you?” Voe said like it was an insult. “You have the power to bind beings with more power in their pinkies than you do in your whole body to do your bidding, and you’re squandering it!” She practically spat in his face.

“So your not going to help me then?” Voe then began to shake Simon, almost making him fall over.

“AARRRG! See, you are bigger and stronger than me. So you could grab me by the neck and squeeze until I give you what you wanted! But nooo!” She yelled at him. “Hell, I’ve seen the bite-sized bitches practically throw themselves at you, and you’re still holding back.” She then let go of his shoulders and landed right before him.

“I don’t know what you want from me, Voe. I’m willing to give you something that means a lot to you, even if you help me or not, and you spit it back in my face.”

“I want you to fucking earn that talisman!” The Kobalos said as she pointed at him accusingly. “You short, fat, four-eyed, limp dicked, momma’s boy!”

“ENOUGH!” Simon said, swinging his hand down and slapping her so hard that she hit the ground hard. He went wide-eyed, shocked, and horrified at what he had just done. He never had so much as spoken impolitely to a woman, let alone sent one to the ground with a slap to the head. His first instinct was to see if she was ok, help her, apologies, and beg forgiveness. But he realized that this was the only way she would willingly cooperate, so instead, he moved down to one knee and pinned her by the neck face down into the dirt.

“Struck a nerve, did I?” Voe chuckled as she moved her head to look up at Simon with one eye. Wearing a smug grin as she did.

“Shut up, newt! I tried to be polite, reasonable, even kind to you, and all you did in return was insult me. No more, not without reciprocation, you will give me what I want, or I swear I will sell every last piece of junk you and the old man gathered over the years to the lowest bidder! Do I make myself clear?”

“Hmm, let me think?” Voe said in a playful tone, trying her best to get on his nerves and succeeding.

“Let it never be said that I didn’t try to reason with you.” Simon moved his hand from her neck and pinned her with a knee to her back. He was using his now free hand to grab and hold up her tail, smacking her ass with his other hand. “Do I have to keep going, or will you be a good little imp and give me that talisman?”

“Did you feel a breeze bass by just now?” She said with an evil grin on her face. Earning her another hard spank, then another, and another. Simon didn’t keep track of how many times he struck the Kobalos’s little bottom. What he did pay attention to were the faces she made. The vile little creature seemed to enjoy the punishment, so he struck her harder. Time had no meaning as he paddled Voe, only stopping when his hand started hurting. Her ass was a bright red, and she curled up under him, twitching and whimpering. Simon was horrified at what he had done, standing up and stepping back a few steps, tears forming in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Voe…” He half-whispered. She then weakly, painfully, got onto her feet, the pain as evident in her eyes as the smile right under it.

“So you can bite then? Good.” She said in an almost respectful tone. “You will need a little malice to use the thing without hurting yourself.”

“You…” Simon studdered out, it all becoming horrifically clear. “You goated me into… D-doing that… To h-help me!?”

“The talisman of subjugation was made with the worst intentions. You need to be able to show it who’s boss if you don’t want to end up… Well, I actually don’t know what would happen, but it wouldn’t be pleasant for you!” Voe then scurried back into her lair, and after a few moments, she came out with what looked like a dagger made out of some monster’s tooth. “Your talisman, my Lord.” She said, bowing as she presented the cursed thing.

@smolchlo Never fear, or at least fear a reasonable amount, as long as your about as good as you are naughty, I doubt you would progress to the second tier of punishments.

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@size_master Like anyone would believe her about him shrinking and murdering her family and keeping her like a pet.

But if she kept her story realistic, she could get him for kidnapping and rape.

Decisions decisions…

Let’s be honest, depending on the size of the giant, you really can’t help but be seen as a brute. A big man in a tiny fragile world, even the gentlest touch breaking glass, the tenderest courses you can give your little lover feeling like aggressive groping. There is such a thing as to strong my friends, and it would be a very interesting angle to touch on in a giant story.

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@size_master His honor always surprises me. Like, one moment, he will violently ravage some poor woman’s body, and the next, he makes sure they are safe and sound. Very morally complicated, but I am sure that the worst of it comes from the beast in the Coin.

@nyx I would actually very much like to see that. Might write a story about it if I can keep a boner up for it.

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@size_master HOLY FUCK! That was intense!

I’m so happy that you found a way to incorporate Micro stuff into your IRL relationship. It can be genuinely very hard to pull off.

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Jayla Silvers waited at her table, waiting patiently for her date. The African-American woman was dressed to impress. Her gold-trimmed red dress showed off her generously sized breasts and ass. Its patterns, along with her hair done up in a short afro, helped sell the look of an exotic mistress. But she wasn’t there for her date’s money or his personality, for that matter. Instead, she was there to commit corporate espionage. Her target, one Dr. Mikel Row, was the lead scientist on a project that could change the world forever, and her employer wanted to be the one to profit. She locked her eyes on the target, a solid five foot, just four inches shorter than her, skinny as a pencil, and with thick glasses. The white bastard had no idea how pathetic she thought he was, and he never would if things went according to plan.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” He exclaimed as she sat down across from Jayla, huffing and panting as he did. “My work called and, um, well, I’ll tell you after dessert!”

“Are you in trouble with that ass-hole boss of yours?” She said, her mock concern and frustration being indistinguishable from the real thing. The concerned yet strong-willed lover being her act for this job, she internally groaned, remembering all the times she had to baby the dweeb.

“No, no, like I said, after dinner. I just want to enjoy our night together.”

“Whatever you say, suger~.” Jayla already knew why he was late, and every detail of what he would tell her. She just needed to play him just right, and she would be at least a tenth of as rich as her own ass-hole boss would be when she was done. So Jayla went through the motions of her date the same way she spent the last three months, faining concern for how hard he was working, and insisting that he stand up for himself more, even threatening to go down to his workplace and deal with his coworkers herself. It was less a motherly love she faked and more a, sexy protective older step-sister vibe. At least, that was how she mentally constructed it. They were most of the way through their lava cakes when he finally told her what her informants had already briefed her on that morning.

“So um… Fuck, this is hard to say!” He said, slamming his fork on the table in frustration.

“Mike.” Jayla moved her hand to hold his, looking him in the eyes with a well-practiced look of fierce protectiveness. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together.” He then took a deep breath before continuing to speak.

“My company thinks the project I’m working on might be compromised. So everyone working on it will have to move to an off-sight facility to finish the final stage.”

“How off-sight?”

“An uncharted island in the Caribbean, well, not that uncharted, but governments don’t know about it.” The shock and horror on her face masked the sheer glee that truly coursed through her. This was her moment. She couldn’t mess this up!

“The Caribbean!? What about us!? How long do you plan on being there!?”

“Baby, please!” Mike said in a hushed tone looking around, completely clueless that the spy he was worried about was sitting across from him. “It might be for a while… But… Um…” He started sweating profusely.

“But what?”

“They are letting people bring their families, so you might be able to come. If you agree to sing some papers…” He then pulled out a box, flipped it open, and showed a stunning ring with a knuckle-sized ruby in it. “…And if you say yes.”

“Oh, sugar.” Jayla had been proposed to by so many of her targets that she had a collection of wedding rings at her actual address. She cried her well-practiced happy crying and practically climbed over the table to hug him. “Yes, yes, oh a thousand times yes!”

“Thank you!” He cried genuine tears to match her fake ones. “I know we haven’t been together for that long, but I just know you’re the one!” She had heard the same things a thousand times, and with how fabulously she was aging, she might have it in her to listen to it a thousand more. She wondered if he would kill himself like some of the others she used and left in the dust. But quickly tossed those ideas away as her evil plans unfolded.

…

Mike usually worked nights, so early in the morning was the perfect time for her to break into the lab. She had everything she needed for the operation, gadgets designed to remove all obstacles in her path stealthily. With the small arsenal she had in her infiltration suit, this should have been easy. But Jayla was shocked to discover Mike in the living room waiting for her.

“I was wondering when you were going to try something,” Mikel said, not looking nearly as surprised as he should have been seeing his beloved fiance ready to storm a heavily fortified installation.

“Mike? Sugar, why are you up?”

“Don’t sugar me. I’ve been on to you since our third date.” Jayla took a deep frustrated breath. She pulled out her air gun and lined it up perfectly with his angry eyes.

“This isn’t how it should have ended, but at least the broken heart I’m leaving behind won’t be beating for long!”

“You talk too much. Funny how that’s what will get you in the end.” Jayla scoffed before hearing a loud click. How long had that box been on his lap? How long was his finger on the big red button on top of it? These questions were quickly forgotten as every cell in her body felt like it was made of fire. She fell to the floor screaming and crying, almost passing out several times just from the pain alone. What was probably just a few moments of pain felt more like an eternity of agony, a pain so potent that it altered her very perception of reality.

“Sorry about the pain,” Mike said unconvincingly, sounding much louder than before. “This is the prototype you see. All the bugs have been worked out of the final product. It’s actually a very pleasant experience with the finished model.” His footsteps sounded thunderous, and when her head was finally clear enough to make out the world around her, Jayla screamed in horror. At first, she thought Mike had gotten bigger, but looking around, seeing that she was standing in the caller of her now massive empty clothes, it all became clear to her.

“What!? How did you!? The device was supposed to still be in the prototype stage!” Jayla screamed as her new size sank in, and as Mike got closer and closer, she decided to run.

“That was the information we allowed to leak, yes,” Mike said as he slowly walked behind the now tiny woman, keeping pace with her as she ran as fast as she could. “Truth is, we’ve had working shrinking devices for years. Honestly, the boss should have sold them years ago, but no, he decided to pull this infantile bull shit.” The tiny spy looked frantically for any way to escape. Hope swelled in her when she saw the screen door to the balcony was open. You know he’s had us building satellites. In an hour, he’s planning on sending a broadcast demanding the world surrender to him, or he shrinks everyone. I mean, world domination? The fool was already rich enough to buy five or six small countries already, and my invention could have made him wealthy enough to buy ten more!" Jayla ran as fast as she could, her lungs burning and legs aching from how hard she pushed herself. She just needed to get a little farther. But it was all for not, as he just took two steps and picked her up in one hand. “But I have a feeling that Manhatten getting downsized doesn’t matter to you, even if you were not currently four inches tall.”

“Sugar, please, you know I would nev-” Jayla was then cut off, the air being forced from her lungs as her fiance lightly squeezed her tiny body. He didn’t even apply that much force, but it was enough to make her begin fading in and out.

“I really wanted to be wrong about you, and I wanted to believe that someone would love me for me. But all it took was a DNA test and a background check to confirm what I’d known since middle school. No one likes guys like me, so I used you like you tried to use me.” Mike dropped her before she could entirely loos consciousness. Looking around, she saw she was on their bed. He must have walked back into the bedroom while he was crushing her.

“Mike, please, forgive me!” She begged as she got onto her knees before the titanic man loomed over her. “I swear my feelings for you were honest! The money was just too good, and I was weak! Please, Mike, I do love you!” The giant loomed over her in a mock thinking pose, everything she said to try and get him to spare her life was a blatant lie, but she hoped that it would be enough to keep her alive for even a moment longer.

“Prove it.” He said in a mocking tone as he loosened his pants and let them, as well as his underwear, drop to the floor. Jayla went wide-eyed in horror. His average-sized masculinity was now more than a tiny head taller than she was.

“Y-You know, I could do a better job if I were just a bit taller.”

“No. Please me as you are, and if you are a good little whore, I might let you off the hook.” She bristled at that remark. All the fake affection evaporated as she glared up at him. Mike then moved onto the bed, making her fall over from how much it shook. He leaned back on the headboard, half lying down with the tiny woman between his legs. “Now get to work before I change my mind about giving you this chance to save your hide, sugar.” Jayla snarled at the cocky bastard as she did as she was told. She had formulated her plan of attack. She mounted the shaft, facing away from him, and started grinding on him. It was so surreal. Just three days prior, she was milking that pale dick with her mouth, and now she was so small that even the idea of trying seemed ridiculous.

“This doing anything for you~?” The little lady asked in as sensual a tone as possible, looking back and trying not to glare at the smug fuck.

“Oh, I think you could do better. Hell, I know you can. How often did you throw yourself at me to try and sell the supportive girlfriend act?” Jayla scoffed. If that’s how he wanted to play it, that was fine with her. She then laid face down along his cock, licking and kissing at his massive manhood as she rubbed her chest, belly, and crotch against him. Nearly bucked off by how it twitched in pleasure beneath her, that idea that Mike was getting off to forcing a helpless woman to please him was a little surprising. He didn’t seem the type. But then again, she did try to emotionally manipulate him for profit, so it might just be revenge getting him going. “Fuck I need more!”

“Wh-What do you mea-EEEEP!” He then grabbed her up and moved her to his mouth. He then began to slobber all over her, sucking and nibbling it, his heart’s delight. Making sure she had a thick layer of his spit clinging to her body before pressing her to the underside of his dick and using her as a masturbation aide. Being pressed against him so hard that it was hard to breathe and being rubbed up and down so fast it was making her head spin. But then, for about a moment or so, Mike’s grip became so tight that it nearly crushed the life out of her. She could feel his cum shooting out of his cock, and the moment he finished, he went limp and dropped her.

“Fuck, I don’t think you could have made me cum that hard at your normal size!” Mike panted. Jayla ached all over, feeling like she got into a fight with a buffalo and lost. Then, an explosion was heard, and Mike got up and started getting dressed. “And that would be the UN task force I tipped off to the location of this place. Yes, your not the only one who can smell an opportunity to profit from fucking someone over.” He then got his bags together and grabbed Jayla up as well. “Congratulations, you get to survive this. Keep up the good work, and you might even live to see old age.” Mike mocked as he bound the poor tiny up in rubber bands and threw her in his suitcase.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up…” She whimpered as she felt the suitcase lifted and carried off. She woke up less than an hour ago, knowing she was going to become one of the wealthiest women in the world. And now, she lives at the mercy of a man she tried to use and even kill. She didn’t believe in God, but at that moment, she prayed with all her might that this was all just a bad dream.

Baptized in the seed of man, they are reborn. Given new life and purpose, a divine task that shalt be their duty, and a test to see if they are worthy of heaven’s embrace.

That could be how you phrase it? Reading the parts of the bible that instruct men on how to treat their slaves/women would also help the brainwashing.