In the
darkest recesses of her mind, Kendall could never have imagined the
indignities she had been forced to suffer over the past week and a
half of her captivity.
Her
first twenty-four hours where she had been pummeled, berated, forced
to lick dirt off of shoes, and almost eaten, all on top of having
three Greek letters literally burned into her skin, would be the
worst that the blonde could do to her.
Since
then though she had picked lint from between the girl's toes, painted
her toenails three times in a row because Abigail kept changing her
mind on what color she wanted, and simply been squeezed like a stress
ball while the girl worked on her calculus problem sets.
Then
there were the countless times that she was almost stepped on by both
her captress and her gigantic roommate. Neither of the towering girls
watched where they were going and when she cried out in shock, they
glared down at her like she was the one at fault. If they were
particularly annoyed by her, or more likely bored, they would demand
an apology where Kendall would have to prostrate herself while
begging forgiveness and asking them for guidance on how to be 'less
problematic.'
Every
demeaning task that Abigail could come up with, Kendall was forced to
do. She had scrubbed the insoles of the girl's shoes. She had rubbed
moisturizer on the razor burns between her towering tanned thighs.
She had even been forced to scrape gunk out from the giantess's ears
while Abigail simply lay on her bed and mindlessly scrolled on her
phone
Yet
somehow, even with the fact that she had only eaten whatever castoffs
the giant girls fed her for over a week and her toilet was now an old
tupperware container, Kendall found the greatest humiliation was that
she couldn't get past the door to their bedroom.
In her
free moments, she had prowled around the room searching for some way
out, often to the amusement of Florence, Michelle's prisoner. The
girl had told her that there was no escape but Kendall was not just
going to lie down and become some fawning servant to the giant bimbo
who had captured her.
The
more time she spent in the shadows of the room though, the more
Kendall realized that Florence was right. The only way out was the
giant door and even when the girls had left it open, it was merely a
trap.
While
Abigail was often too absorbed by her homework or her chosen
distraction from her homework to notice when Kendall was skirting
toward the door, her roommate always did.
The
towering Asian girl clearly enjoyed watching Kendall creep toward the
door, only to rise up and cut off her escape with a few quick
strides. The door would either slam shut, sending out a stiff wind
that made her little body shiver or Michelle would stop her herself.
Her long elegant foot would smash down directly into Kendall's path,
bowling her over while Michelle simply smirked down at her from
above. Her toes would then flex and she would bare her sole at
Kendall, as if warning her that one day she might end up beneath it
rather than beside it.
Through
the door, she could also see the other giant sorority sisters.
Their
shoes and bare feet were pristine, just like her captress's,
reminding Kendall that she wasn't the only one in the house who was
effectively enslaved. Worse, she could see that they didn't watch
where they were walking either, which while advantageous for an
escape would also spell certain doom if she ended up directly in
their path.
So she
often found herself sitting in the center of the room, in the vast
space between the two girls' desks, simply staring at the vast door.
It didn't matter if it was open or closed, Kendall just stared at it,
trying to plot out her escape.
A
thunderous giggle boomed across the heavens before Abigail's
practically chicken fried voice rang out, “What are you even
looking at?”
Her
head snapped to where Abigail was seated on the edge of her bed,
tugging on a pair of chunky high heeled boots. She had just spent the
past thirty minutes polishing them, her body shaking the whole time
from the realization that the heel was almost as tall as she was and
the platform at the front rose up to her crotch. Watching the leather
creak and stretch from Abigail's foot entering it sent a fresh shiver
down her spine.
As
always, the girl was just dressed fashionably but in a way that made
Kendall's eyes hurt.
Burnt
orange corduroy pants hugged her shapely hips but then fell loosely
to her ankles. A cropped Nine Inch Nails t-shirt was stretched by her
ample chest and ended just above her glittery belly button piercing.
As her dark green eyes remained locked on Kendall, she tossed on her
boxy motorcycle jacket then grabbed her black bucket hat, which
landed neatly atop her head. Rather than go for her wet look, the
blonde's long wavy hair was dry with a perfect volume that made it
neatly bounce against her shoulders.
“Is
it a bug?” Abigail cooed, her plump lips twitching with a smile as
she walked toward the door, her eyes scanning the ground, “They're
not supposed to be able to get in here but I'm sure these would kill
anything...”
The
heavy boots smashed down on either side of the tiny girl and Kendall
watched as Abigail lifted the ball of her foot up one more time
before letting it crash back down. Bracing herself against the floor,
she stared up wide-eyed at Abigail and shook her head, “N-no,
Mistress. I was just st-staring off into space...”
The
giant girl sighed, “If I had know you'd touch these up so fast, I
should've had you massage my feet. These boots are so hot but they're
killers.”
Kendall
nodded, she knew the girl wanted her to volunteer to take care of her
massive peds but she refused to give the blonde the satisfaction.
Abigail
stood there, her hands resting on her hips for a moment while she
looked at the shrunken girl between her feet. “Well,” she
thundered before rolling her eyes, “Whatever. We need to get going
anyway.”
The
boot that she had just cleaned sailed over Kendall's head as Abigail
crossed to her desk and grabbed her purse. She had swapped out her
cream colored Telfar for a softer black Kate Spade bag the day
before, or more accurately Kendall had spent an hour dragging all of
her stuff from one bag to the other.
To her
surprise though, the bag was lowered to the floor and then Abigail's
hand was descending toward her while her eyes looked toward
Michelle's closet, “C'mere, Florence. Michelle wants you to come
too.”
Kendall
was already being pulled into the air, her body swinging toward the
bag's interior side pocket, but she caught a glimpse of Florence
scampering toward the center of the room, having been deep inside her
mistress's closet doing who knows what.
Abigail's
fingers casually slid Kendall into a pocket that felt half an inch
too short for her frame, leaving her head and shoulders awkwardly
hanging out beyond the zipper. A moment later, Florence's limp form
descended from the heavens and slid in next to her before the purse
was suddenly lifted up into the sky.
The
giantess's smiling face was the last thing that Kendall saw before
the bag was snapped shut and tossed over the girl's shoulder, making
her bump into Florence with a grunt. They weren't trapped in total
darkness thanks to light that filtered in from above and Kendall
found her eyes drawn to her fellow prisoner's calm expression.
“Where
the hell are we going?” Kendall whispered as the world started to
shake, every tremor punctuated by the heavy thud of Abigail's heels
hitting the floor.
Doors
opened and shut as the giantess went but Florence merely shrugged,
“Wherever your Mistress wants to take us. If she's taking me
though, she's probably meeting Mistress Michelle at one of the coffee
shops near campus.”
“Do
you have to talk like that?” Kendall hissed, “They're not our
Mistresses. We're not on Downton fucking Abbey.”
Florence
rolled her eyes, “Do you really need Mistress Michelle to step on
you before you get it?”
“Get
what?”
“That
we're not equal to them,” the other girl growled, “We only
thought we were because we didn't know they could do this to us. I
get it, ok? When I thought sorority girls and frat guys were spoiled
brats or chasing the brass ring or idiot party animals, I kind of
thought that I was better than them. I was doing all this on my own
and I'd get by on my own merits and then one day Mistress Michelle
snapped her fingers, made me this small, and used me to get the crud
out from between her toes. To them, we're literally living toe rags
and the only reason you haven't ended up squashed or worse yet is
because Abigail either hasn't noticed your escape attempts or finds
them funny.”
Kendall
blinked as the girl went on and on, the speech making her shake with
fear.
“So
maybe you're the one who needs to start talking like I do if you want
to survive for much longer because seriously, the way you're going
you could end up as a stain on your owner's Steve Maddens by the time
I go to bed curled up in Mistress Michelle's slippers tonight.”
Even
though there were other enormous people passing Abigail by, all
Kendall could hear was the thump of the giant girl's boots against
the campus walkways. She could feel her heart beating against her
chest in time with each one of the blonde's footfalls. Her breathing
became ragged in her own ears as Abigail's words echoed in her mind.
'I'm
sure these could kill anything.'
Kendall
realized that she was 'anything' not some imaginary bug.
What
she had thought was another ditzy musing from the enormous blonde had
been a barely veiled threat.
More
and more of them played out in Kendall's head as she thought about
what the girl had said since shrinking her down. While scrubbing one
of her insoles clean, Abigail's toes had appeared in the mouth of the
shoe before they pulled away and Abigail had joked about what could
happen if she 'really forgot.' While rubbing her clean in a bathroom
sink, Abigail had plugged the drain and then set her down into the
rising water while she went to the bathroom, musing the whole time
about how long it'd take the water to get above Kendall's head. Then
there were the countless times that she had almost been stepped on,
with the blonde smiling each and every time.
“Oh
fuck,” Kendall whispered.
“Yeah,”
Florence grumbled, “You're on thin ice and you haven't even
noticed.”
A
whoosh of air signaled Abigail had entered a building and the
familiar smell of the campus Starbucks filled Kendall's nostrils. The
sound of wax paper rustling and ice rattling echoed outside before
the purse swayed in a wide circle, making Kendall's little head spin
while the giantess walked right back outside.
Their
prison rose and fell before it suddenly settled onto a surface, the
walls sagging down slightly around them. A fingersnap echoed out,
impossibly loud despite the leather walls that muffled the rest of
the world. Then a strange sensation rushed over Kendall's bare skin,
as if she had just plunged into a pool that had been warmed by the
sun on a summer's day.
“Did
you bring mine?” Michelle's voice boomed as her pink acrylics
suddenly appeared overhead.
The bag
snapped opened while Florence shouted, “I'm here, Mistress!”
Kendall
watched as the girl practically jumped into her captress's waiting
hand before being hauled across the sky while Michelle spoke, “Good,
some fucking GDI bitch spilled her macchiato on my Forces.”
“Should've
taught her a lesson,” Abigail replied while her fingers dug into
the purse and clamped down on Kendall's head and shoulders. For a
moment, her world consisted of nothing more than the girl's well
moisturized fingertips and the pain of being pulled upward by her
neck.
Kendall
knew that her arms and legs were wheeling about through the empty air
but all she could think about was the burning pain in her shoulders
and the throbbing pressure against her skull.
With no
warning, she landed in a heap atop the cool metal surface of an
outdoor table.
Through
the table's mesh-like surface, she could see Florence down on the
brick patio far below. The girl was bent over the toe of Michelle's
white Nikes, lapping up the coffee that threatened to stain the
otherwise pristine leather. Her little eyes went wide as she looked
out at the busy campus Starbucks, wondering how the hell none of the
passersby noticed the shrunken girl that sat between the pair.
“Magic?”
She whispered to herself, thinking of the strange sensation that had
run through her before she had been taken out.
The
idea that the giants could literally conceal their crimes with such
minimal effort made her whole body shudder. She stared out at the
enormous world, the idea that she had walked by similar scenes either
in undergrad or in her time at law school filling her with dread.
Depending
on how it worked, Kendall might go to someone for help and be seen as
a literal bug in the eyes of a potential savior.
The
same fingers that had painfully pulled her from the purse appeared in
front of her face, derailing her thoughts with a moist lump of
pumpkin bread. Kendall's empty stomach sent her scrambling forward
and without thinking, she called out, “Thank you, Mistress!”
She
pulled at the piece and the fingers opened while Michelle's voice
lazily boomed, “I still think you should have kept your acrylics.
She's going to have to learn how to do fill-in work eventually.”
“It
wasn't her,” Abigail replied while stretching out her hand so that
her candy apple colored nails caught in the dwindling sunlight, “It's
Fall so I wanted Fall Nails.”
“I
like my claws,” Michelle's long pink nail came down and poked
against Kendall's backside. She flinched and looked up at the
enormous girl, who was lounging there in a denim jacket and Gamma Phi
Beta t-shirt with her dark eyes locked on her, “Keeps these tiny
things in line.”
“Yeah
but you also can't open a can of soda with them.”
“That's
what they're for,” Michelle smirked and the sharp end of a nail
poked against Kendall's stomach, forcing her to stumble away,
“Anything I can't be bothered with.”
A deep
masculine voice suddenly interrupted their conversation, “Hey
there, Abbie.”
Kendall's
world was suddenly plunged into shadow as two behemoths appeared over
the table. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as she suddenly
realized that she had not seen a man since Abigail shrunk her.
The one
who had spoken, whose blocky blunt features were twisted into a cocky
grin practically loomed over Abigail. He was dressed in a black shirt
with the Greek letters AXP stretched across his chest in an electric
blue. Something in the way that his dark eyes slid over Abigail's
frame made Kendall's skin crawl; it wasn't merely creepy but there
was a familiarity to it, as if he knew what everything he wasn't
seeing looked like.
“Ugh,
what do you want, Aiden?” The blonde practically spat his name out.
“Can't
I just pop over and say hi?” The boy chuckled, dragging a chair
over and plunking himself down, “It's been a minute since you were
over at our house.”
“I
wonder why,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, “It's not like
anyone from Gamma Phi Beta visits the Alpha Chi Rho house anymore
except for Summer and Sadie.”
“That's
that little punk redhead and the pothead, right?” His hand settled
on the table, each of his long fingers drumming against it as if he
was bored. Every tap sent a small tremor through the metal that sent
Kendall crawling away.
“Yes,
and news flash, Aiden, neither of them are ever going to risk getting
into bed with you and getting whatever disease you're spreading
around campus these days.”
“Whatever,”
The giant laughed, though there was something about the noise that
set Kendall on edge, “That little redhead can pick winners at our
Fight Nights and her stoned friend clearly likes to lose money, so
it's all good to me.”
“Fight
Night is so disgusting.”
“That's
not what you were saying last year...”
Kendall's
head snapped toward her captress and she spotted the faintest pink
rising in her cheeks. She knew in that instant that Fight Night was
exactly what it sounded like; gigantic frat brothers forcing tiny
people to fight. Even a few hours earlier, she would never have
jumped to that conclusion but with the way Abigail couldn't meet the
giant boy's gaze, Kendall knew it was true.
“I
got a new one, he's pretty good for a boomer,” Aiden's dark eyes
flickered from Abigail to Kendall and the shrunken girl's heart
skipped a beat, “And I heard you finally popped your shrinking
cherry too...”
His
hand crept forward, slow and menacing, while Kendall remained frozen
in place certain that the titan could snatch her up before she could
even stand. The immense fingers didn't grab her though, they simply
ran over her tiny shivering body, like he was petting a nervous
animal.
“She's
kinda cute in a nerdy loser sort of way,” he boomed, his eyes
drinking in every inch of her naked body, “A real good first tiny.
Reminds me of the one I had my first semester, remember him?”
Abigail
sighed, “Yes, I remember.”
“He
was a lot of fun.” The finger pushed against Kendall's skull,
tousling her hair, while the giant let out a satisfied sigh, “Anyway,
next big fight is between Parent's Weekend and Homecoming, you two
should really come by.”
“We
won't, Aiden,” Abigail growled.
“Well,
if you change your mind,” the giant towered over the world, a smug
expression on his brutish face as he looked down first at Kendall
then Abigail, “See you around, Abbie.”
“Hope
I don't, Aiden.”
The
giant smirked, as if this was far from the first time that Abigail
told him off as he strode away, the world shaking from each of his
strides.
“Bye,
Michelle, and sorry about Aiden, Abigail,” thundered the other
giant.
With
the way his frat brother had loomed over them, Kendall had never even
noticed the other giant. His rich dark skin and towering frame
reminded her of mahogany trees while the easy smile on his handsome
face put her at ease after the several agonizing minutes spent under
Aiden's gaze.
“It's
fine, Isaac,” Abigail huffed, “I'm over him.”
“I
know, doesn't mean he needs to be a dick about it. I'll try to talk
to him...”
She
snorted in disbelief as the giant young man walked off in vaguely the
same direction as Aiden.
“Are
you ok though?” Michelle asked while taking a sip of her coffee.
Fingers
that Kendall now realized were quite dainty wrapped around her and
squeezed, forcing the air from her lungs in a slow wheeze. For a
moment her lungs burned before Abigail's fist unclenched, allowing
her to take a slow deep breath that was pushed out of her a second
later when the fingers tightened once more.
“I'm
fine, that boy's just a walking mistake. I also just, like, don't get
why he's still so obsessed with me. It's not as if he isn't fucking
who knows how many other girls right now.”
“I
heard him and Emma from Tri-Delt have been hooking up a lot.”
A low
biting laugh came from Abigail as she squeezed Kendall once more,
“Well that isn't a surprise. If your girlfriend won't, try delt.”
Both
girls laughed, the sound dark and bitter in Kendall's ears as
Abigail's stress was literally unleashed on her shrunken aching body.