A girl looks after and cares for her shrunken friend.
I actually made an account here just to comment that this is an incredible story. Your capacity to describe such intense brutality, sadistic pleasure, and the psychology of being helplessly trapped in a position of indefinite torture is so immense that it seems almost effortless, even in situations that stretch reasonable probabilities (she's been shrunken and tortured for long enough to be broken and disheveled, but they just now found her parents? Although I suppose it could be a lie to further twist the knife of submission into her quarry - after all, what can she do? Ask for proof?). Of course, if I was to get hung up on strange coincidences in this fetish's fiction, I'd be hospitalized for the most shameful aneurysm this side of babyfur scat.
I actually have a bit of a personal question however, though I'd understand if you would be unwilling to answer it. Your stories all contain this masterful level of sexualized torture and murder that have a sense of almost "realism" (at least, as far as shrunken people and their sociopathic owners go) beyond that of the usual "giant girl immediately starts calling people bugs and inexplicably getting off to being a goddess" schlockfest. I actually get a little affected by them even long after I've gotten my rocks off, realizing hours later that I found watching a woman be fed her own bodily dirt while being told her parents were gleefully murdered or tortured to death erotic enough to orgasm to (describing it now, it seems so cartoonishly evil!). Is there any sense of post-masturbatory shame that comes to you, or do you just recognize it as part of the fetish for you and as easy to separate from defining yourself as any other personal hobby?
Anyway, I hope I'm not sucking your dick too much. Keep on keeping on, even if I always have to re-evaluate my life while reaching for the tissue paper.
I'm rarely ashamed of who I am and what I think and say and do. For me, writing is a way to make real what I wish was real. While I write, everything I'm describing is really sharp in my imagination and it gets to be real for me, and that's all I want. Probably makes me a sick fuck but it is what it is.
I'm glad you like my work though! I do what I can to make it intense and vivid and I'm glad that's coming through. Thanks so much for the long, thought-out review, and I hope that my further pieces continue to hold up in your eyes.
Katie finds a Little girl at school and takes her home to keep.
There's something stirring about teenagers doing awful things to innocent people. Maybe it's the unsteady balance between a child's natural sadism with an adult's ability to empathize - they can (sometimes, at least) recognize the pain they're inflicting, but simply not care as long as it's pleasurable for them. Maybe it's the perfect example of a person who doesn't deserve any power - an immature, hormonal half-adult - being given absolute reign over human lives. Whatever it is, making her a scene bitch was icing on the cake.
Your story excellently shows the subtle aspects of domination as well. Beyond the obvious condescension and violence, there's also the little things - her giddy casualness toward owning a human being, an Altoids container being an inescapable prison, the overall sense of routine. Usually stories like this pretty quickly become WORSHIP YOUR GODDESS YOU INSECT and other completely ridiculous displays, but this has an at least semi-reasonable sense of progression. There's still some slightly weird lines like ""You can't even start to stand up to my pet, Martha. Do you think you can really do anything I don't want you to?" that make sense, but are a little cheesy, but that pretty much comes with this territory.
The fact that so little is explained - what is a Little, and how did they get that way? who was Martha before she was found? who was Angie? - makes this even better. It gives an overall sense of absurdity that makes the evil even more terrifying and confusing; Martha asks "How? How could anyone..." just like we are. It's a good choice that you're ending it here - anything more and it'd start getting into the usual moral acrobatics that these stories have to do.
Sorry this is really long, but I wanted to express how well done this story is. It's short, satistfying smut that gives the dreaded post-masturbatory "what the hell kind of person am I" feeling that any good sadism story should. Good shit.
Oh goodness, never apologize for the length of a response. I also find adolescents and young adults to be the most exceptional subjects for this kind of work because I can very clearly recall the energy, passion, conviction and confusion of the age myself. There's less inhibition, more determination and greater disregard for consequence. This was my first completed story that I wrote on my own and I'm glad to come back years later and see it still stands up.
Thank you for your analysis and consideration, I really do always appreciate it.
In a world where anyone could shrink at any moment, one woman talks to her therapist about how this is affecting her.
Figured out what my account info was so I could log in just to say that this shit is astounding. Well done.
