Gifted & Talented Society
Jemma lay in bed, the light from her phone illuminating the room in the early morning gloom. The sun had no right sleeping in longer than her. Lifting her phone once more, she re-read the email that had been spinning in her mind. ‘Dear Jemma, Thank you for your interest in our program.’ Understatement of the century, Jemma thought, scrolling the screen down. ‘We would be delighted to offer you a position in the Gifted & Talented Society.’ Her toes clenched as she read. Hiding her gifts had been causing her anxiety and depression throughout her life. She had finally found others who understood, and they had accepted her. The letter continued, ‘We will send a car to collect you and your belongings this coming Friday. It is imperative that you leave no evidence of your gifts behind.’
The phone slumped down beside her as she sighed—finally, a chance to be herself. She only had two days to pack her things and say her farewells. Fortunately for her, the gifts she possessed made packing simple. Rolling over with a smile on her face and a warm feeling inside, Jemma drifted back to sleep for a few more hours. The most exciting news of her life wasn’t going to stop her beauty sleep.
*BUZZ* - *BUZZ* The irritating noise rang out across her apartment as she finally woke up. Glancing down to her phone, ‘11:00’ displayed cleary on her lock screen. She smiled as she pushed herself up. The bright sunlit room was indicating this was a healthier time to wake. *BUZZ* chimed again as she rubbed her eyes. Someone was at her front door. Crawling out of bed, she dragged herself to the door, wearing only her nighty. She felt slightly exposed as she called towards the door. “Who is it?”
“Kaylee! You gunna let us in babe? We have news!” her friend's voice chirped happily.
“If you must…” Jemma said resigned, Kaylee wouldn’t care about her appearance. As the door swung open, Jemma’s heart stopped. Kaylee, Zoe, Jane and Simon all stood on the other side of the door. There was an awkward silence as they all appraised her single item of clothing. Jemma yelped and ran, shoving the door closed in their faces as they started giggling. Anger quickly replaced shame and embarrassment as she grabbed underwear and a dress from her laundry basket. They were her clothes from yesterday, but she was in a hurry.
The door opened again. Jemma landed a pissed off glare across her friends, smirking faces. Kaylee and Zoe quickly soured their expressions, pretending to be scolded, while Simon just nodded his approval. “Come in then…” Jemma finally offered, still simmering with anger.
“We tried calling. When you didn’t answer, we thought we should come over.” Kaylee started as the four of them spread out across her apartment.
“Turns out you’re leaving us, Jem?” Simon added as he leaned back against the window.
“What do you mean?” Jemma said as she started to brew herself a coffee.
“We all got a visit from a nice pair of ladies. They said they were from GTS. I tried googling it after they left. It’s some kind of car or a graphics card.” Jane explained she sat down next to Kaylee on the sofa. Jemma stared at the wall as she felt her cheeks blush. The Society had been in touch with her friends.
“Never heard of them.” Jemma said, trying to busy herself with the coffee, “Do any of you want a coffee?” she added to change the subject. Zoe sat on the sofa’s arm next to Kaylee as Kaylee took a stack of papers from her bag.
“This is serious, Jem. These ladies asked us to sign documents that forbid us from ever talking about you.” Kaylee said with a serious tone, placing the papers on the table in front of her.
“Oh, and did you?” Jemma inquired as she finished making the coffee, her excuse expiring.
“What kind of friends would we be if we had!” Zoe exclaimed in a raised tone.
“Uh...I signed…” Jane admitted.
“Me too…” Simon followed.
“Yeah, so did I,” Kaylee shrugged as she looked back at Zoe.
“Okay, so maybe I did sign, but you didn’t tell her why!” Zoe finally confessed. Jemma felt the normal reaction would be to scold her friends for turning on her. In reality, though, She was glad they had done what the Society had asked.
“Why? Oh, please do tell me why you all agreed to disown me as a friend?” She said while trying to suppress the butterflies in her stomach. Where was this going?
“The money-” Simon blurted. Kaylee was cutting him off quickly.
“Was very generous. They offered us a good deal of money.” Kaylee added as she took a pen from her bag and placed it on the stack of papers. Jemma sipped her coffee and eyed it suspiciously.
“They just need you to co-sign the agreement. We figured you were aware and wouldn’t mind?” Her friend continued, her voice having a nervous undertone. Jemma rolled her eyes as she felt all four of her friends staring at her.
“Okay, I had no idea they would contact any of you. I kinda get why they did...so let me read through this before I sign, okay?” Jemma sincerely offered as she placed her coffee on the table and picked up the paperwork. The document was wordy legalise, but she found the section that involved her. ‘The investigation around your application considered the ‘Individual’ to have sufficient knowledge to be considered as Evidence.’ ‘Following Intervention, I, The Undersigned, Agree that the Individual will not be considered as Evidence of my existence.’ The wording was strange as she ran through the sentence a second time. Evidence was capitalised. The agreement read more like an instruction. The document continued, ‘Upon signing this, I confirm my desire to join GTS and assure them the Individual is no longer a risk factor.’
“Well, that is a lot of legal jargon, isn’t it…” Jemma softly spoke as she picked up her coffee again. The Society wanted her friends removed from the equation, not paid off.
Simon moved over and sat on the floor near the table, holding the pen up to Jemma, who appeared lost in thought.
“So, You’ll sign? Not to rush you or anything, but I have a car to buy…” he grinned, waggling the pen in his fingers.
“Yeah, I’ll sign...soon. I would like to check with GTS first. It should only take a few minutes for them to get back to me…” Jemma said, buying herself a few more minutes to think.
“Understandable, It’s a crazy situation, giving up your friends for a job,” Jane said as she swiped through some guys on a dating app.
“There, email sent...How about I make us a cake to celebrate new beginnings? I have to use up what’s left in the cupboards anyway.” Jemma carefully said as she locked her phone and stashed it in her pocket. There had been no email. She knew what had to be done.
“Great idea! I have some wine back at my place. We could make a party out of it!” Kaylee chimed as she felt the tension in the room ease.
“I have that Belgian cooking chocolate! I’ll go grab that!” Zoe added as she jumped to her feet.
“S’pose I could get that bottle of vodka I was given last week…” Jane added reluctantly.
“And I...am too cheap to contribute, but I can keep you company while they all abandon you,” Simon said with a skewed gin.
“Perfect, It’s a party then! I’ll sign your forms once they reply to the email!” Jemma said happily as her friends all shuffled around towards the door. As the door closed behind the three girls, Jemma took a long deep breath. ‘Okay girl, this is what you’ve always wanted, to be yourself…’ she thought as she slowly turned.
“So, How does one bake a cake? I normally just buy them, easier you know…” Simon started as he played with a bag of flour. Jemma felt her gift, the gentle flow of energy just below her skin. She felt it come to the surface as her vision tinted purple slightly.
“I’ve only ever done this to a living thing once before...stay still…” she gently whispered as she focused her attention on Simon.
“Jem? Your eyes have gone all pink. Are you okay?” Simon said as he stepped closer to look into her eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine...just...making sure I have all of you…” Jemma continued as she traced his body with her eyes, outlining him carefully.
“All of me? No Offence Jem but I’m all about Kaylee…” Simon said, backing away slightly.
“That should do it, Simon. I am going to show you my true self. You are the first of many, I hope, consider it an honour.” Her statement came as if it was something she had been rehearsing for years because she had been. Simon exclaimed something in confusion as Jem let her gift pulse from her, the light streak of purple energy flowing gently from her eyes and enveloping the man before her.
“Ooooh fuck, that felt so good, like working out a tight knot in a muscle,” Jemma said as she blinked her eyes. A moment of confusion came over her as she glanced around for Simon. ‘Oh, right yeah,’ she thought as she turned her gaze down to the floor. Simon lay on his back, seemingly stunned. He was barely half an inch tall. “Awww, that’s so cute! Are you still alive? Did I get all of you?” she mocked as she squats down over him for a closer look.
The tiny human rolled around in confusion before finally standing and looking up to meet her eyes. Jemma couldn’t help but enjoy the power rush as she reached down with a hand and knocked him over with a fingertip. Simon yelped as she pinned him to the floor under her finger.
“Well, well, it Looks like you survived. I’ve dreamed of this moment. Come here, let’s get a better look at you.” She calmly spoke as her thumb came around to pinch the small man between her fingers. Simon was making squeaks of protest as she dropped him into the baking pan. The tall walls of the cake pan, creating a prison for her former friend. Jemma licked her lips as a wicked idea crossed her mind.
“You wanted to learn how to bake a cake? Well, first we need to grease the pan…” She said with a grin as she cut a slice of butter. Bringing the butter over the pan, she let it slide from the knife. The large chunk slammed down next to Simon in the pan. He backed away from the butter that was twice his height. Jemma couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable act.
“Jemma! What the fuck is going on!” the small yelled up towards her. Jemma squinted, unsure why she was suddenly able to hear him. It had only been inaudible squeaks before.
“What...Say that again?” She said, focusing her attention on him.
“I said what the fuck is going on!” he clarified as she sensed the words rather than hearing them. Another aspect of her gift she realised. She grinned as power tingled across her skin.
“Fuck yeah! This is so much better. What’s going on is that I own your tiny ass. Speak to me again without permission, and I’ll cut your tongue out, understand?” Jem said as she waved the knife across the top of the pan. Finally, able to flex her power. Simon seemed to back down a mixture of horror and confusion as he watched the knife. “Now, take those little hands of yours, and spread this butter across the pan, evenly. You do not want to mess this up, Understood?” She finished, offering the small human a warm smile. He nodded in response before digging his hands into the large chunk of butter.
She watched him work, appreciating his silent complaints as he worked. He obviously didn’t know she could hear him as he cursed her name from the bottom of her pan. Time flew by as she casually started to mix the flour and baking powder. A loud knock at the door distracted her as she wiped her hands to open the door.
“And here comes the Pinot Noir!” Kaylee sang as she pushed into the apartment.
“Great! Crack it open. Let’s get started!” Jemma replied as she grabbed a pair of glasses, placing them on the table.
“KAY KAY Help me!” Simon was screaming from the confines of the baking pan. Kaylee didn’t seem to notice as Jemma casually tossed a tea towel over the pan.
“Where is Simon?” Kaylee suddenly asked as she poured out the first glass.
“He went down the shop,” Jem quickly replied as she reached for the wine Kaylee had offered her.
“Strange, he has no money…I have his wallet”, Kaylee replied as she poured herself a glass.
“Why did I even lie...Simon is mine now...like you.” Jem’s voice was turning dark as she levelled a stare at Kaylee. Her vision tinted as she focused on her target. The woman was just staring at her, confused.
“Yours? Babe, you can have him!” Kaylee laughed as she dismissed the thought of it.
“Thanks...I will...There...I think I got you.” Jemma said while she focused, shrinking the entire woman and not just part of her. Her eyes pulsed once more. Kaylee vanished. Once more, the feeling of relaxation washed over her as she glanced down at the floor. Jemma stepped forward, her flat shoe coming down next to the half-inch woman.
“In some cultures, this would make me God,” she said, looming fully over the now terrified woman below her. “Of course, I would never assume to be such an honorific...What do you think, Kaylee? Would you consider me a god?” Jemma continued as she brought her other foot to the other side of the shrunken woman. She barely cleared the sole of her flat.
“What...I...Jemma? What…” Kaylee muttered as she seemed to lose balance. Jemma stared straight down at her, placing her hands on her hips.
“Would you consider me a god?!” she said again as she tapped her foot once. The shockwave knocked Kaylee back onto her ass. Kaylee’s tiny scream brought a smile to Jem’s face as the tingles of power coursed through her again. She could get used to this feeling. This was who she was, Superior.
“Yes! Yes! I would consider you a god! Please! Make me normal again!” Kaylee screamed as she tried to recover to her feet.
“Mmm, if I am a god, then surely such requests should come in the form of prayer? Maybe if you pray to me…” Jemma said as she fidgeted. The minor movement to her terrified the girl between her shoes. Kaylee seemed to be struggling to comprehend her position. Jemma was having too much fun. Slowly Kaylee fell to her knees and seemed to fall into a silent prayer position. “I can’t hear you!” Jem declared.
“Please, Goddess, return me to normal. I pray to you...amen…” Kaylee said awkwardly,
“Hahaha, No.” Jemma snapped back with a giggle. She was reaching down between her feet and plucking up the small woman. Kaylee screamed non-stop as Jem lifted her before her face, “Shut up.” The command was clipped but effective as Kaylee went silent.
“I am going to mix the butter and sugar into my flour. You can give me a first-hand account of the mixture.” Jemma grinned as she dropped the tiny woman into her dry mix. Uncovering the baking pan, she glared at Simon. The small man quickly went back to work. He was now using his whole body to push the block of butter across the pan. He had learned quickly.
“Jemma, Please-” Kaylee started to plead from the mixing bowl. Jem tapped the bowl on the side, the flour mixture quickly burying the small woman. Jemma reached for the butter once more.
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*BUZZ* The door once again echoed through the apartment. Jemma dragged the tea towel back over the baking tray and over her mixing bowl that was now a crumbly mixture. Zoe and Jane stood together outside as she opened the door.
“Heya Jemi, Sorry we took so long. We got chatting.” Zoe said as she entered, Jane quickly behind her.
“We were thinking. You don’t have to do this, you know, cut us off. We can make it work in the internet age.” Jane said as she put the vodka down next to the wine bottle. Jemma turned to face them quickly.
“Stand here, both of you. Pretend to pose for a picture…” Jemma offered as she gestured to clear space. Today was a day of firsts. She would try shrinking them together.
“Uh, okay, is everything okay?” Zoe said with a concerned tone as she moved to the indicated spot.
“It’s fine. I just want to get a mental picture, memories, you know.” Jem said as she waved Jane over. The two women stood together and made an awkward pose. Jemma felt her power build again as she traced them in her mind.
“Jem? Are you cool? It looks like you’re crying, hun?” Jane said as she resumed her normal posture.
“I’m...fine...just...give me a moment,” Jemma said, feeling her power stretch as she tried to encompass both women. There was a strange pain building in the back of her mind as she forced herself to focus harder.
“Seriously, Jem! Your tears are purple!” Zoe exclaimed as she stepped closer to Jem.
“Stay back, just one more moment!” Jemma pleaded as her friend stopped her advance. She felt it. She had them. “There...done...I hope.” she finally said as her power pulsed and she blacked out.
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Her head pounded as she sat up. Placing her hand on the back of her head, she could feel the bruise from her fall. ‘Ah, that hurts’, she thought as she looked around. Zoe and Jane were nowhere to be seen as she shook the dizzy feeling from her head.
“Down here, Jem! Don’t move!” Zoe’s voice called out as Jem looked around once more. She noticed the two small figures climbing across her dress between her legs.
“Oh, wow, how long was I out?” she asked. Two women trapped in the dress as it sagged between her thighs.
“No idea, our phones don’t work anymore. It must have been at least an hour!” Jane called up to her.
“Fuck...You two little voyeurs, get a good look around while I was out?” she smirked as she appreciated the size difference.
“Jemma! This isnt fucking funny. What the fuck happened! Why are we mice!” Jane retorted as she struggled to stand on the fabric.
“Mice are bigger than you..you’re...well...humans...which is to say, less than me,” Jemma said with a smile as she lowered her hand between her legs to scoop up her latest pair of acquisitions. The screaming of the women made her feel slightly better as she got back to her feet. Shrinking two people together would seem to be her limit. She found herself glad that they split themselves up for her. Working her fingers, she managed to isolate Jane, bringing her out between her finger and thumb.
“JEM WHAT THE FUCK!” Jane cried as she was released from her fingers. Jemma grinned at the small splash as Jane dropped into her wine. Casually she tossed Zoe into the mixing bowl with Kaylee as uncovered her previous victims. Simon was laying on his back, the lump of butter gone as the surface of the pan glistened. Jemma smiled.
“Good work, little dude. You can hang out while I finish up here.” Jemma said as she took an egg in hand, cracking it gracefully with one hand on the side of the mixing bowl. “I’ll be honest, girls, I’ll try and be careful, but I don’t like your chances…” she said with a grin, bringing her whisk into the bowl.
“Wait! Jem! Please!” Kaylee started to complain as the large whisk yanked her from her feet and carried her around the bowl.
“Kay! KAY! Was that you!” Zoe screamed as she watched the whisk circle around her.
“Mmm, I’ll go as slow as I can...but I like my cakes fluffy,” Jemma said as she brought the whisk slowly through the center of the bowl, picking up Zoe as she methodically worked the mixture.
“You psycho bitch! What kind of sick fuck are you!” Jane screamed out from the wine glass as Jem shot her side glance.
“I could go for a sip…” she announced, laying the whisk down for a moment while she raised the glass. Jane began to scream as Jem swirled the liquid in the glass, sniffing it as she brought it to her lips. “Mmmm smells like...fear.”
“YOU CRAZY BITCH!” Jane kept screaming as Jemma tilted the glass. Jane immediately slid down from the glass and slapped onto the waiting tongue.
“Mmm,” Jemma hummed as she swished the small woman around her mouth with the wine. Placing the glass back down, she resumed her slow whisking. The feeling of Jane beating against her tongue turned her on as she watched the two women fighting against the thickening batter in her bowl.
She added the next egg and was happy to see her two prisoners were still alive. She resisted the desire to beat the batter faster as she carefully worked the mixture. Jane’s squirms died down as the woman exhausted herself. Jemma pushed her toy out between her lips and leaned over the baking pan to show Simon.
“Jem! What the fuck? Please don’t hurt them! We’re your friends!” he pleaded. To Jem’s surprise, he was actually on his knees. She opened her mouth as she lowered down closer to Simon. Folding her tongue over, she pinned Jane to the roof of her mouth.
“Urgh! Jem, I’m sor-” Jane started to complain as Jemma pressed into her firm palette. She was crushing her like a grape, blood squirting across her tongue.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Simon screamed as Jemma, licked her lips and swallowed.
“She called me a bitch. Probably best, you all remember your place, don’t you think?” she cooed as she stood back up, resuming the gentle whisking.
“You can’t just kill people! That’s fucked up, Jemma!” Simon defiantly said as he stood.
“Correction, I couldn’t just kill people. Circumstances are changing, or did you not notice?” She remarked with a smirk, “Oh, also, I think this mixture is about done. What do you think, girls?”
“It’s...done…” Kay whimpered from her position, stuck to the side of the huge whisk. Jemma brought the whisk up to her lips and licked the batter from the bar next to Kaylee.
“Mmm, tastes about done, not sure where Zoe went…” Jemma remarked as she licked the whisk on the other side of Kaylee. Placing the whisk back down into the bowl, she scraped Kaylee back into the batter with a finger. “Back you go, little lady.”
Jemma probed around in the batter, looking for Zoe. She found the poor girl struggling to breathe against the glass rim. The girl looked bruised and beaten, but Jemma couldn’t help but feel proud of herself. She had managed to mix the batter without killing either of them. Licking her lips, she lifted the bowl, carefully watching Simon’s reaction as she tilted the bowl towards the baking pan.
“Wait! No! Jem! TAKE ME OUT FIRST!” He yelled as he tried to run, slipping on the greased surface and landing on his face.
“That was never the plan. You must have seen this coming.” She said coldly, pouring the smooth mixture into the pan. The mixture filled the circular pan nicely as Jemma smoothed it down. Zoe and Kaylee appeared on the batter’s surface, Simon a few moments later as they fought to the top.
“Please, Jem, Don’t do this!” Kaylee whined as she tried to climb onto the batter.
“Baking time, I think...Siri, how long can a human survive 325 degrees…” Jem quickly thought to ask as she opened her oven door.
“Human beings cannot survive any amount of time above 250 degrees. Does that answer your question?” the feminine voice answered from her pocket.
“Oh...mm.” Jemma stopped to consider for a moment as she looked down at her three prisoners. “Okay, fine, You don’t get baked…” she finally said as she dug them out with a small spoon. She was placing them back into the mixing bowl before sliding the cake mix into the oven.
“Jemma, please, stop this madness…” Zoe complained as Jemma broke up the chocolate for melting.
“What’s mad is that I’ve gone my whole life suppressing who I was. Now I can finally be myself. You- little bugs should appreciate how hard it has been for me.” Jemma said as she tossed the broken chocolate into a pot to melt.
“I get it. Okay, Fine, It’s been hard but killing us? Really? It won’t help.” Simon added as he tried to clean the batter off his body.
“I’m fed up with your complaining. What did I tell you about knowing your place?” Jemma said with a stern stare. Her finger quickly swiping into the bowl, Simon’s batter covered form sticking to her fingertip.
“Wait, WAIT, GODDESS!” Kaylee screamed as she watched her boyfriend vanish with the huge finger.
“I must make an example,” Jemma coldly said as she licked the batter coated man from her finger. “Mmm yeah...good…” she mumbled around her human snack before swallowing him whole.
The two women in the bowl were silent after that. Jemma took the chance to mix her chocolate and icing, ready for the cake. The only interaction had been when Jemma had poured some water into the bowl. Her single-word instruction “clean”, causing both women to jump to attention. Ignoring her prisoners, Jemma spent the next half an hour packing her stuff into boxes. Her life was about to change for the better, and she wanted to be ready to leave. Once a box was full, she would shrink it down and place it into her purse. GTS was more than a job. It was a new life outside of the human power structure. She didn’t know much about the other members, only that they had gifts, similar to hers although there was a variety.
The timer on her phone chimed, and she quickly ran back to the oven. The time had come to resume her powertrip. The two women in the bowl had been scheming to escape. Jemma had heard it all but was enjoying pretending not to notice as she iced her cake. She was making sure to glance down at them at key moments in their conversation to instil a good amount of fear in them.
“Okay, girls, I’ll level with you. I’m not hungry enough to eat a whole cake. In fact, I’ll probably only have one slice.” Jemma said as she finished spreading the chocolate across the cake. The two women stared up at her, confused for a long moment before Jemma continued. “It means I’ll only be needing one of you to decorate my cake slice. The other can go free,” she said with a warm smile.
“Kaylee thinks you’re Goddess! She would love to be eaten by you!” Zoe said quickly, not letting the other girl get a chance.
“Mmm, That is true, but should I not reward her devotion by setting her free?” Jem countered as she slowly licked the chocolate from the knife she had been using.
“Exactly, Goddess! You should eat her for her defiance!” Kaylee added as she stood, pointing accusingly at Zoe.
“Not true! She was just telling me how she thought you were a bitch before you were massive! And that now you are a massive bitch!” Zoe said as she stood and glared at Kaylee.
“Oh, is that true, Kaylee? Don’t lie to God.” Jemma said as she levelled the knife at the tiny woman. Kaylee had said that, and Jemma had heard it.
“No! I would never utter such blasphemy. Eat Zoe for lying to you!” Kaylee defiantly yelled as she glared at Zoe. Jemma clicked her tongue in disapproval overhead, causing both women to look up at her.
“Congratulations, Zoe, You are free…” Jemma said as she plucked Kaylee from the bowl. Smothering the small woman between her fingertips. “You can’t lie to me.” Roughly with her finger, she pressed the small woman into the top of the chocolate cake.
“Will you return me to normal then?” Zoe asked carefully from the bowl.
“What? No, You’re free, be free.” Jemma replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she picked the knife up again to carve out a slice of cake.
“But I’m trapped in the bowl. Can you at least take me out?” Zoe inquired, starting to worry about her side of this deal. Jemma just took her slice of cake and walked away.
“Mmmm, Warm chocolate cake, Who doesn’t love Chocolate cake, right Kaylee?” Jemma teased as her teeth penetrated the cake next to the tiny woman. Kaylee screamed as Jemma’s lip pressed into her. Kaylee squirmed and cried as she found herself stuck to Jemma’s lip. Jem giggled as she felt what had happened. “Mmmm, I didn’t mean that, but that’s perfect.” She cooed as her tongue slithered out below Kaylee and poked at her. The tiny woman yelped as she was swept inside the huge mouth. “Mmm, you’re like a crumb of food!” Jemma said as she pushed the small prisoner into her cheek.
“Jemma! Please don’t forget me!” Zoe’s small voice called from across the room. Jemma took another bite of her cake as she chewed around Kaylee. The power she held over these women was intoxicating, and she had been fighting the urge to attend to herself for nearly half an hour already.
“Mmm, Kaylee, You taste salty,” Jemma said as she pushed the small woman around with her tongue. The small woman was delightfully squirming as Jemma took another bite of cake. The crunch was audible as her teeth broke through Kaylee.
“AAAA-” Kaylee screamed before being silenced. Jemma felt the taste of salty blood mixed with the cake.
“Ah fuck,” she complained, swallowing the mouthful. “Well, It’s my first day with this whole owning people thing. I’ll need to practice…” she admitted to herself as she walked back over to the bowl.
“Jemma! Please! You promised!” Her last prisoner complained as she loomed over her.
“Give yourself to me, and I’ll take you out of the bowl,” Jemma stated, resting on her elbows and looking down on the tiny girl.
“But...You said I was free?” Zoe countered, confused.
“I did, and you are, So give yourself back to me, and I’ll care about your situation,” Jem said with a victorious smile on her lips.
“That’s fucked up!” Zoe yelled as she glared up.
“Suit yourself,” Jemma said, resigned as she stood back up.
“No, Wait, I am yours, please take me out of here!” Zoe capitulated.
“Good choice,” Jemma smirked as she took the bowl and lowered it to the floor, tipping the small woman out onto the floor. “Ever since I was young, I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve had dreams about what it would feel like…” she added as she stood back to her full height. “It was cruel of me to give you hope. What can I say…”
“Jemma? what are you doing?” Zoe said, teary-eyed as she recovered from her roll across the floor.
“Stepping on you...slowly…” Jemma softly whispered as she slid her foot out of her flat. Bringing her toe down slowly onto the small woman. The tingles were intense as the tiny woman pounded on the toe that now pinned her.
“Jemma NO! PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Zoe cried out as the pressure grew on her chest.
“Then die for me…” She whispered. Her hand had found its way under her dress, and her womanhood was demanding attention as she felt her toe press down. Zoe was reduced to a thin patch of red under her toe.