Victoria smiled that sadistic smile that she always did whenever she was contemplating being cruel and heartless to one of her many victims, and whether they were normal sized, or thanks to modern technological developments these days, shrunken down and deliciously tiny, their cries never ceased to arouse her. Today though she was feeling extra specially cruel, and the fact that she’d just received through the post one of the special shrunken males that she’d recently ordered, spurred her on no end.

Oh, there were rules these days where the Shrunken were concerned, of course, and it was actually illegal to abuse them or harm them in any way, people had even gone to jail for doing so. Victoria though knew how to get around things like that, and where the Shrunken that came to her were always of the opinion that they would not be harmed when they arrived, they were soon to find out that they were very much mistaken.

Indeed, over the last few months, Victoria had done things to them that were illegal to say the very least. She’d sewn them up alive into her panties and bra’s, sealed them very permanently into the hollow block heels of her shoes and boots with epoxy resin, turned them into living jewellery, and sometimes even just crushed them to death underfoot for the sheer hell of it. But the contacts that she enjoyed always protected her from any kind of comeback for the things that she did, and there were always others that would turn a blind eye if the price was right. One such person being the owner of the Lingerie and Hosiery shop not far from where Victoria lived, the proprietress a Woman in her 40’s that, shall we say, did not have a particular liking for Men, whether large or small.

Taking the newly arrived package to her bedroom though, Victoria allowed her mind to wander as to what she was planning to have done to its tiny unsuspecting occupant. This was going to be so much fun, and even though the shrunken male inside the box was likely still thinking that he might be about to enter into the company of someone nice, the truth was, he was now in the hands of an out and out sadist.

Something that he was about to find out to his peril…

Arriving in her bedroom, Victoria simply tossed the package somewhat haphazardly upon the bed, knowing as she did so that this would trouble and shock the tiny man inside. Not that she cared about that of course, indeed she wanted him shaken up and fearful, and what better way to do that than to treat him harshly from the very start of her interaction with him. She needed him to be terrified of her and fearful of her every move, and she had many different ways of ensuring that.

Victoria walked to her ornate antique dressing table to open one of its drawers. Then she sat down and removed a black garter belt which she placed on the table before her. Examining one of the suspender straps, she contemplated her next moves and made plans as to how she might incorporate this new little man into its design. She knew full well of course that he wasn’t going to enjoy this in the slightest, but that didn’t bother her. In fact it excited her even more so, and by the time that she’d finished with him, he’d likely end up just like the rest of the men she’d ‘acquired’ in wishing that he’d never been born.This of course was not going to be the usual bit of illicit and temporary fun that some people enjoyed with a Shrunken though. This was to be another permanent situation in every sense of the word, for this little man was going to become a life-long part of Victoria’s garter belt.

A garter belt which she would then wear often and enjoy in the same way that she did any other garter belt that she owned. The little Man’s inclusion into it though was going to be bizarre in the extreme, and cruel to the nth degree.

Taking the satin covered supporter in her hands, she made careful note of the generous ruched tube through which it passed which allowed the strap to extend in use over the elasticated part inside, and yet still look pretty.

The first thing that she did was to carefully unpick the stitching at the clip end of that ruched silky tube, before sliding it back up the elasticated garter itself to reveal it in its entirety. She had planned to cut a section out of the elastic and then have her ‘friend’ at the lingerie and Hosiery store, sew the Man’s feet to the piece that remained attached to the belt, leaving him essentially as a part of the dangling supporter, which in turn would then be attached to the welt of her stocking by way of the original metal clip that would be very permanently attached to his arms, which of course would also be sewn together for durability.

In her mind’s eye, she wanted to make absolutely certain that his body would bear the entire pull and tension of her nylons whenever she wore them, and that he would suffer every flex and movement of her legs whilst she was wearing him, and all without any chance of it all coming free. After discussing this with her ‘friend’, she had been informed that this would likely require that the bar of the suspender clip itself be stitched to his skin, or driven quite literally through his arm bones, something that she knew would be possible, but also incredibly painful for him to bear. Not that she cared about that at all of course, she wanted him to suffer anyway, and the more that he did suffer, the more aroused she knew she would become when it finally came around to putting her garter belt on and wearing him under her skirts and dresses as she went about her days. After all, this new little plan of hers was to be absolutely permanent in that once he had become a part of that garter belt, the little man would never again be removed from it!

Just like the shrunken men that had come before him that had been permanently sealed within boot heels and such, and into the intimate sections of her expensive silk and satin underwear.

Some of which were STILL alive to this very day…

Victoria sighed at the very thought of it all as it was arousing her again just to think of it, her loins clenching with those delightful little shivers that she always felt upon contemplating such things. Placing the garter belt back onto the table in front of her, she glanced over her shoulder at the package lying upon her bed, a smile forming upon her lips at the thought of finally introducing this new man to his cruel and curious fate…

Inside the package, the unsuspecting little Man struggled against the ties that held him firm and immobile within. It was partly for his own protection of course, and also to prevent his escape. After all, people paid handsomely for these delicate little things, and an empty box upon arrival was not at all good for business. Another jolt of the package as Victoria sat heavily on the bed though distracted him from his futile struggles. And as she picked it up and shook it with a smile, his concern grew even worse. Like many of his kind, he had heard stories of people being cruel to those like him, and whilst the Shrunken had been ascribed certain legal rights and protections for their own safety, there were still those that ignored them nonetheless.

Was this new owner one such person?

The moment that the package was opened the light of the room poured in upon him, blinding him for an instance as his pupils acclimatised to the change in light to reveal the Woman now gazing excitedly in upon him. The look upon her face though, worried him. She looked as though she was pleased at his obvious discomfort, and the sickly smile and apparent eagerness she appeared to be showing only backed that assumption up.

Reaching down, her perfectly manicured fingers quickly released the ties from around him and then drew him out of the box. Then she simply carted him off to the dressing table as though he were nothing. No concern. No care or compassion, and not a single word spoken. She just sat down on the chair and dropped him on the table next to the garter belt, leaving him briefly to survey his new surroundings.

Wh-what are you doing?” he asked, glancing about the table at the make-up, perfume and jewellery laying discarded upon it. Victoria didn’t answer. She just picked up the garter belt again and then positioned it next to the little man with the exposed supporter laid out straight. Then she pulled it taut until all of the extension in it was taken up, before grabbing the surprised little Man roughly and then pinning him down with her fingers upon it.

The doll-like figure squirmed and struggled to her callous and uncaring touch, his worried expression speaking volumes now and filling Victoria with an urgency she could never deny.

“Please lady, wh…what are you doing to me?” he cried. “Please don’t hurt me”

Victoria just smiled smugly like a cat  about to devour the cream, and then she continued on ignoring the Man’s plight entirely. She needed to mark his total length now upon the elastic supporter at its fully extended length, otherwise she’d have no idea how much of the elastic to remove in order to maintain its normal length and elasticity for adjustment and such. Of course, the adjusters themselves would take up most of the tension when she wore the garter belt, but she still needed to have some idea as to what to remove and what to keep, so as to make sure that the man suffered the maximum pull of her stockings in use. With the mark made though, she released the elastic supporter and then gave a casual flick of a finger to the Man as he raised himself up, sending him sprawling into the wood at the back of the table, which was the point that the Man grew some courage.

Standing up, he raised his fist in the air and frowned…

“You can’t treat me like this, Lady. We may be small but we have rights goddamn it.” He cried.

Victoria just laughed, and then took her scissors to make a cutting action in the air, designed purely to unnerve him of course. Then she used them to cut the elastic supporter at the prescribed point, thus separating it into two parts. One half still attached to the garter belt itself, the other to the metal clip that would attach to her stocking welt when in use.

“Rights?” said Victoria. “The only right you have now little man, is to struggle and squirm upon my thigh under my skirts and dresses as you hold up my expensive silk and nylon stockings when I wear you” she countered. At which point the Man fell suddenly silent.

“Wh… what?” he asked, confused. “Wh…what do you mean, w…wear me?”

Victoria said nothing. She just let him stew for a moment in his own contemplation as to what that might mean…

“I’m… I’m still a Human Being” said the Man. “I have rights”

“No!” snapped Victoria. “You are the replacement supporter for my garter belt, which now needs repairing. You are no longer a Human Being and you do not have any rights” she added, poking at him now with the tip of her well-manicured finger.

“Do you understand me?” she said, her face impassive now and stern. “You are about to become nothing more than a part of my intimate underwear. Just a design element of this pretty little garter belt” she added, holding it up before him so as to admire its delicately feminine structure.

“And there isn’t a thing that you can do to stop that”

The little Man fell silent once again, his expression now one of mounting fear. He had to get away from this Woman now and he knew it. But where would he go, and how would he escape?

Glancing to his left and right, he could see that there was no possible escape from the table, and for the moment anyway, he was clearly going nowhere. He could try and jump of course, but the fall would either maim him or kill him, and assuming that he survived, he was not looking forwards to becoming little more than a stain on the bottom of this crazy bitches high-heeled shoe, that was for sure.

The Man slunk to his knees in despair, unsure then of just where to go…

“Please”, he said, hoping now to appeal to her better judgement. “Please don’t do this. Let me go, please. I… I’ll do whatever you want. But please, don’t be cruel to me like this”

Victoria smiled once again. This was what she lived for after all, the pleading, the begging and the hopeless and ridiculous attempts at appealing to her niceties. Where the little guys were concerned though, she had no such niceties, and this little guy… was really quite doomed now.

“Save your breath” said Victoria, her left hand now lowering towards her crotch, the palm of it pressing into her mound of Venus as ‘those’ feelings began to grow within her once again.

“Begging and pleading will get you nowhere. As for myself however? Well, I just get off on that”, she added, words that showed the little man very clearly that his defiance and suffering did little more than simply feed her arousal and drive home the utter hopelessness that he was beginning to feel. He fell silent once again, the nightmarish scenario evolving all around him striking fear and frustration into his increasingly frustrated and tormented mind.

Victoria reached a hand towards him, and then she roughly picked him up, holding him up to her face and applying pressure to his body as he squirmed and tried desperately to break free.

“You really think that you can get away from me little man, eh?” she asked. “Shall I tell you what happens to little Men that try to get away from me? Or rather, shall I ‘Show’ you?”

It was a purely rhetorical question of course for she didn’t actually require an answer. She just reached casually towards the drawer of her dresser and opened it to reveal her neatly arranged underwear within, whereupon she withdrew a pair of black satin panties and brought them confusingly up to her ear, pressing the fabric of them to it as she did so.

“Are you still alive in there little Man?” she enquired, listening intently now and smiling a sideways glance at the struggling man in her tightly closed fist. Suddenly, she drew a sharp intake of breath, almost as though she were surprised at actually hearing something.

“Oh, you are!” she exclaimed. “Still alive and squirming inside my pantie-gusset after three entire days of being sealed up alive in there. My, you’re a fighter, aren’t you” she teased, glancing once again to the terrified little man in her hand in order to gauge his reaction, her juices flowing now as he lost it and then started crying and begging to be released.

“Please, let me go. Please” he cried. “Please don’t do this to me. Pleeeease!”

Victoria ignored him of course, placing him back on the table to return her attention to the slippery, silky panties in her hand, pulling the material taut and then turning them inside out  to expose the gusset and check the flawless and professional stitching around it.

“Well, you haven’t managed to break any stitches yet so it looks like you’ll be ending your days in there then little man. Maybe you’ll even end them tonight as I’m planning on wearing these panties to a nightclub with my boyfriend later. We’ll dance slow and close on occasion as we always do of course, and I’ll grind myself onto his thigh and his crotch. Which, let’s face it now, might just finish you off anyway” she added, winking seductively then to the terrified little Man now cowering under her gaze.

“And if that doesn’t turn you into a stain, I’ll have him make love to me when we get home whilst I’m still wearing them, and he’ll push that gusset, and you, right up inside me with his rock hard cock and cum all over you” she said.

At that point, the little man was once again looking to make a dash for it. He knew now that he just had to get away, and the thought of simply jumping from the table and risking a broken bone, might be the preferable option to just giving in to this obvious sadist.

But would he survive?

Victoria laughed to herself then as she carefully folded up the panties again and then casually returned them into the drawer with the rest of her intimates, sliding it closed with a decided and resolute clunk.

“And so to you again”, she said, returning her gaze back to the little man now pacing about upon her dresser. “I need to go see my friend at the hosiery and lingerie store today to plan your future”, she added. “Won’t that be fun?”