4 Ever-lovin’ Saturday

Jennifer woke with a start, jerking in her chains as loud talking suddenly blared filling her tiny apartment and washing over her. She groaned into her gag as stiff, straining muscles cramped and complained after hours of abuse with her movement. Her shoulders burned from the constant tension caused by her self-imposed hog-tie. Sharp pain stabbed into her calves and thighs as muscles clenched causing tears to well in her eyes and roll down her cheeks.

Struggling to ease the agony she started rocking and kicking as best she was able, bound as she was, handcuffed at wrists and ankles. Finally after agonizing moments she was able to raise her right knee enough and roll her shoulders to force her body to topple onto its side with a thump.

Suddenly the room erupted with laughter and applause, whistles and catcalls. Blinking back her tears and still sobbing in pain Jennifer tried to focus on the noise, trying to see. She knew very well where it was coming from though.

She saw the Tinies that had invaded her apartment the night before arrayed along the front of the bed; some sitting up high on her pillows while the rest lined the edge above. All were laughing or smiling at least. Some pointed and she even saw some of the males ogling her now very visible- and very bare- breasts and shaved pussy. Jennifer felt her tears welling again at the humiliation as her skin started to burn and blush crimson.

“You okay?”

Jennifer heard the now familiar voice of the six-inch tall Linda as the television remote oddly slid into her view along the carpeted floor. A moment later the woman stepped into sight and stood before her face, a slight look of concern causing her to frown, her brows creased. She was dressed as she had been the day before, though barefoot now and her long brown hair was tied back into a tail and held in place by a tiny bit of string. She started to say something, then thought better of it and her frown deepened. Jennifer watched through blurry eyes as the small woman stepped onto one of the buttons on the TV remote and the volume decreased.

“That’s better,” she said returning her attention to the hog-tied giantess before her. “Muscle cramps?” she asked with a slight smirk and Jennifer nodded, moaning into her gag.

“That’s gotta hurt,” the Tiny giggled and glanced up at the alarm clock above Jennifer’s bed. “Gotta figure though, you’ve been tied up for over thirteen hours, so you probably deserve a little pain for abusing your body like that.” Jennifer moaned as the woman strolled away from her face then jumped as she felt Linda’s hand on her right breast.

“That’s quite a rack you have there, sweetie.” Linda giggled. Jennifer shivered as she felt the tiny hand sliding along her skin, Linda continuing her walk down her gigantic body. The tiny fingers seemed to tickle as they drifted sending shocks though Jennifer’s body and making her groan as her pussy quivered and dampened. She shuddered and groaned loudly when the woman wrapped her fingers about Jennifer’s stiff right nipple and gave it a hard squeeze, laughing. She heard the crowd laugh as well, whistling and shouting out words of encouragement.

Jennifer moaned as Linda finally released her nipple with a sharp twist and strolled back to the remote. With a hard shove she kicked it and it slid across the floor to butt up against the base of the pillows. Linda gave Jennifer a quick smile then turned and walked to the pillows herself where she climbed up a bit then flopped down and started watching whatever was on the television. She was facing away from the wide screen, but by the sound of what she heard, Jennifer thought it was the Today Show.

As her sobbing slowly started to subside Jennifer could finally make out the words coming from the television. Darlene Rodriguez was reading the news and most of the Tinies seemed rapt with attention. She noticed too now that she could focus that some of her captors had thimbles and seemed to be drinking, sharing in pairs and trios. It was then that she smelled the brewed aroma of coffee drifting through the air. ‘How did they get my Mr. Coffee going?’ she wondered, not to mention getting the coffee down to the floor. She set the machine everyday after getting home from work, but Jennifer was facing the wrong way, so might never know the answer to the second question she figured.

Jennifer jerked as another Tiny walked by her head, coming into her field of vision. He was not quite five inches tall and appeared to be Asian with a good shape to his body despite his diminutive size. Like many of the others he was wearing a makeshift toga of ripped cloth belted with a string. He was carrying another thimble and strode right up to wear Linda was sitting.

“Here you go, Babe,” he said reaching up to hand the coffee to the taller woman. She accepted it with a smile as he scrambled up the pillow to sit next to her. She took a sip and smiled.

“Mmmmm…” she purred, closing her eyes and grinning happily. “God, it’s been forever. That’s sooo good.” Linda looked back, up and around then raised her thimble high. “Let’s give a cheer and a bit of thanks to our hostess for all that she’s provided. A toast!”

Jennifer watched as all the Tinies holding thimbles raised them high, the others without clapping, as all cheered her. Jennifer simply groaned and closed her eyes, thumping her head to the floor.

“Aww, don’t be sore, Sweetie,” Linda said. “It’s just that it’s been quite awhile since any of us has had a chance to relax like this. Life in the walls is hell like I told you last night. Filthy and disgusting sometimes. And it’s been a couple weeks since we’ve been able to catch up on what’s going on in the world. Our radio’s batteries died and we haven’t gotten replacements till now. So just relax and enjoy your little kink for now.” Linda smirked. “And if you’re a good girl maybe I’ll give you a little treat later.”

Jennifer groaned and snorted into her gag as most of the Tinies giggled or laughed. Like she had a choice.

***

After the Today Show ended, Linda got her group organized and busy working again. She kept the three largest and strongest looking Tinies along with Johnny with her and set all the rest with the task of hauling her pilfered things back to their Holt somewhere within the walls of the apartment building, down in the fallout shelter in the basement.

There were some moans of protest, but Linda quickly cut them off. “You know we can’t stay here forever. This woman has a life and eventually someone will come looking for her if she doesn’t call in to work or family. Whatever, I don’t want to have to rush around at the last minute to get out with our supplies. If we all work hard and quickly, then we can enjoy the rest of our time here while we can.”

Grudgingly the others agreed, and everyone assigned to stealing her things filed by soon, heading towards the stove where everything was piled up and waiting. Jennifer noticed that Claire and Anne remained on the pillows, both apparently exempt from the physical labor; the prior due to her age and gimp leg, the latter because she looked ready to burst from her pregnancy. Jennifer noted that Claire was rubbing the younger woman’s belly as her face twisted with pain.

“What about us, boss?” Jason, the tiny Asian asked.

Linda turned and pointed. “We’re gonna get that dresser open and see what we can use. Gotta be clothes and such at least that we can alter and use for our clothes and bedding. Maybe we’ll get lucky. After that we’ll work on the desk drawers. We’ll run lines through the handles on the bottom drawer and with all of us pulling we should be able to get it open. Once the first is done the rest will be easy. Johnny, Bill, go get the lines set up.”

The two smallest of the five scampered off to do as they were told while Linda, Jason and a five inch tall, forty-ish man remained. Linda looked up at Jennifer’s face and smiled softly.

“I know you’re probably thirsty and hungry,” the tiny woman said. “If you promise not to freak and yell for help we’ll loosen that gag a bit and give you some water. I don’t want you dying of dehydration.” Linda shrugged. “Seriously, I don’t want you dying at all. If you scream though, we’ll shove that ball right back into your mouth and that’ll be the end of it. Will you be good?” she asked. Jennifer hesitated only a moment before nodding.

Linda strolled back by the pillows and picked up her sword/letter opener. “All righty then. Jason… Ed… First drag the water container over here in front of her face… and a straw, then get behind her head and loosen up that gag a couple notches.”

Linda whipped her tiny sword about in a flourish and set the sharp point at Jennifer’s throat. “I’ll have this pressing over your carotid artery. Give us any shit and I swear I’ll cut you. Understood?” Jennifer nodded worriedly feeling the point pressing into her skin. “Good girl,” Linda said with a wide smile.

Jennifer watched as the two little men struggled with the almost full container of water, dragging it over from the radiator and closer to her bound form. Linda meanwhile used her sword with a flourish to slice the paper wrapping off of a straw and withdraw it while the men scampered up Jennifer’s body and onto her back. Grunting and straining with the effort they managed to unbuckle the leather straps of her ball gag and Jennifer moaned in relief as it slid a bit from between her lips.

“That’s enough,” Linda said as she dipped the end of the bendy straw into the water. Jennifer licked her parched lips as best as she was able and breathed heavily even as the small woman slipped the other end of the straw between her lips. Jennifer sipped greedily for several seconds, swiftly draining the Tupperware of every drop of tepid water.

“Wow. You were thirsty.” Linda giggled then motioned for the men to tighten the gag again. Jennifer’s eyes went wide.

“No!” she shouted and as Linda staggered back, raising her sword. Jennifer lowered her frantic voice. “No… Please don’t. I’ll be good, I promise. Please don’t put the gag back.”

The tiny woman stared at her intently for a long time, then finally nodded, planting the tip of her sword to the floor. “Okay,” she said then looked up to Jason and Ed. “Jason… Get comfortable. Ed, get down here and get your weapons and some food, then get back up there. I want you both ready to tug the gag back in place if she gives us any shit.”

“You got it, boss,” Ed said as he clambered down from Jennifer’s back using her hair as a rope. He gathered weapons and food into a baggy and tossed them up to Jason, then handed two thimbles of coffee up as he climbed onto Jennifer’s arm, then onto her back again. Jennifer shivered to feel the two tiny men moving about on her back and had to bite her lip against the tickling sensation.

“What’s your name, Hun?”

Jennifer blinked and focused on the pretty Tiny standing before her, sword resting over her shoulder. “Jennifer,” she replied. The woman smiled.

“Linda. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” The Tiny laughed and Jennifer had to smile at the absurdity of the little joke. It just all seemed so surreal. In the background she could hear the others all busily taking away her food, getting it under or around her stove and somehow up through the wide hole in the wall where the gas lines wormed through.

“Heave!” she heard someone shout and then the dull grate of her dresser drawer opening a fraction. She craned her neck to watch, blushing as she knew what was in the lowest drawer of her dresser.

“Holy shit!” Bill the tiny climber exclaimed, his eyes wide as he peered down into the drawer.

“What?” Linda shouted to him, heading towards the dresser.

“This broad’s a slut! Jesus!”

“Hey!” Linda snapped as she drew closer. “Women aren’t broads, asshole! Watch the language. Now what’ve you got?”

Jennifer closed her eyes, burning with embarrassment as the little man hesitated. Then: “Well, we’ve got a stack of bondage magazines, a huge fucking dildo and some egg shaped things with wires attached. There’s a dog shock collar too with a choke chain leash.”

Jennifer opened her eyes as Linda stopped and turned around, staring in disbelief. “A shock collar?”

“Yeah!” Bill called back. “I had one for my Pitbull… Back when I was normal. Hurts like a bitch. Even on the lower settings.”

Linda smiled widely at Jennifer who blushed a deeper shade of crimson and thumped her head to the floor with a groan. “Well drag ‘em out. I’m sure we can find some use for them before we have to go.”

Linda looked at Jennifer with a wide, wicked grin. “It’s the least we can do, Honey,” she said with an evil chuckle. “Get you off before we go after stealing all your food and your apartment for a few days.”

Jennifer groaned again and closed her eyes, blinking back her tears.

***

“Yippee-kay-ay, mother fucker!”

Jennifer groaned in frustration as the egg vibrated all too briefly within her pussy, driving her to the edge of orgasm, then abruptly shut off again. She moaned as she heard some of the tiny women laughing, knowing just what she was going through.

In the background Bruce Willis was wending his way through the Nakatomi Building trying to stop Hans Gruber and his terrorists from stealing millions in Negotiable Bearer Bonds. The Tinies were scattered about watching the movie like they were at a drive-in; some on the bed, some on the pillows, some on the floor right before the huge television. They had discovered Jennifer’s DVR.

They had popped popcorn in her microwave and had managed to open one of her cans of beer. The promised party after a hard day’s work had ensued and Jennifer noted that a few of the little people were more than a little drunk. They all cheered as John McClane dropped a brick of C4 down the elevator shaft blowing a big chunk out of the building. Jennifer just groaned as the vibrating egg started to churn in her sopping wet pussy once again.

Her eyes were half-closed to lust-filled slits as she saw the tiny Linda leaning on the remote to the vibrator, watching her and grinning evilly. The bitch was settled back against Jennifer’s huge left breast resting on the floor with a thimble full of Old English “800” beside her along with a few pieces of salty, buttery popcorn. Occasionally the Tiny would toss a piece in front of Jennifer’s face, giggling as the normal sized woman had to snag it off of the floor with her tongue and squeeze it past the ball gag, when she was not writhing from the vibrator of course.

“Having fun, baby?” Linda called out as she reached up and squeezed the tiny butterfly paperclip that she had attached to the larger woman’s left nipple. Jennifer whimpered as the vibrator kicked up a notch when the Tiny’s foot clicked the voltage up a level.

“Please…” Jennifer pleaded, her eyes tearing up, starting to thrash with the stimulation until she felt the squeezing pressure on her abused, puffy nipple increase as Linda squeezed harder, both hands gripping the clamp.

“Now, now…” the little woman mocked still pressing on the paperclip, “You promised.”

The vibrator blessedly died again as Jennifer nodded, whimpering and breathing hard. Her skin glistened in the flickering glow of the television drenched in sweat and she knew that the towel beneath her had to be drenched with pussy juice. Jennifer sagged in her bonds, thinking back…

They had all stepped back as Linda had supervised her rolling over so that she too could see the television. It had taken some effort, but she had finally ended up facing the TV. Jennifer had then begged her tiny captors to undo her hog-tie at least, as it was really starting to hurt. Linda acquiesced and it took five of them to undo the C-Clamp holding her wrists to her ankles but at last she was able to stretch out her legs. She had moaned in ecstasy and thanked her captors profusely.

They had given her more water, and food; lettuce and carrots dumped on the carpet before her face. She ate it all thankfully, licking crumbs from the floor. She had been famished, having not eaten since Friday morning and it was now Saturday night. She had chosen to fast before her bondage session. It had seemed a good idea at the time.

“I’m gonna need to use the bathroom,” she had said. Linda laughed.

“That’s not gonna happen,” the tiny woman said but then frowned. A moment later she ordered five of the Tinies to drag a towel from the bathroom and over to Jennifer’s bound body. Linda commanded Jennifer to rock back and then told her companions to spread out the towel under her. When Jennifer adjusted her body again, the soft terrycloth towel was spread and folded up under her pussy.

“That ought’a do it,” Linda said, nodding her approval. Jennifer was not so sure.

“What if I need to do Number Two?”

Linda smirked. “That’s our bad I guess. You just do your duty and we’ll drag it into the bathroom.” Linda laughed. “You’re gonna have some shit to clean up after we leave. No doubt about it. Sucks to be you, hunh?” Linda laughed.

Jennifer sighed, nodding.

Within a couple hours the laboring Tinies announced that all the canned food was finally transported to their Holt hidden somewhere within the buildings basement and walls. They had managed to open the rest of her dresser drawers and had taken most of her panties and socks and scarves, Linda apologizing and explaining that those were the easiest to convert into bedding and clothing.

They had dragged out all of her sex toys except for her dildo and set them within easy reach before moving on to her desk. The smaller drawers were easier to open, but they found little that would help their cause of survival; a few styluses, some old USB cables that they would convert to rope, a few more batteries.

As her labor squad had dragged away those things, Linda and another small Tiny had dragged a small envelope of photographs over before Jennifer’s face. Linda had set the Tiny to a task, then started to pull photos from the envelope, looking thoughtfully at each. Finally she moved one around for Jennifer to see.

Jennifer looked down at the old photo taken at a Squat Club called ABC No Rio down on the Lower East Side years ago in happier times. It showed her with her arm about a pretty Black woman both mugging for the camera. Jennifer’s eyes got misty with tears.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Linda asked softly and Jennifer nodded afraid to use her voice, knowing it would crack. “She’s pretty. What was her name?”

“E-Erica.” Jennifer choked on the name, blinking back tears.

“I’m sorry, Hun,” Linda said as she pulled another photo from the envelope and Jennifer sobbed.

“I know…” Linda whispered…

***

After the last of the supplies had been transferred into the walls everyone was getting ready for the celebration. Jennifer could hear the popcorn popping over the dull hum of the microwave oven. She jumped as she heard the beer can pried open with a crack and a ‘shish’ of escaping carbonation. Everyone seemed excited, save Jennifer of course.

Jennifer watched as Claire and another tiny woman washed Anne down with the now warm water from one of the Tupperware containers, the pregnant woman obviously in pain as maybe the fetus in her extended belly had shifted. Jennifer felt sorry for the girl and the pain she was going through, not to mention what she had gone through before.

“Right there.”

Jennifer’s attention was drawn away by Linda’s voice and she had glanced down her body. She saw the tiny woman along with Ed and Jason, the two men setting one of her vibrating eggs on the floor before Jennifer’s massive pussy. Linda caught her gaze and smiled wickedly.

“No reason you can’t enjoy the party too, Hun,” the woman said with a giggle. Jennifer watched as the small woman hefted the egg and pressed it against her labia, shoving hard to get it past her pussy lips. Jennifer had gasped at the intrusion, shaking her head as the Tiny shoved hard, forcing it inside.

“No…” she gasped, feeling her juices flowing already. “No! Please! Don’t!” Linda ignored her as she drove the egg as deeply as she could, her spindly little arm buried to the shoulder inside Jennifer’s cunt.

“There we go.” Linda had strolled across the towel beneath Jennifer and knelt down at the edge wiping her arm clean. The little woman had then dragged the remote over in front of Jennifer’s breasts before heading off to supervise her Clan…

***

“If this is how they celebrate Christmas, I just gotta be here for New Year’s.”

Jennifer screamed amidst cheers and applause as she was finally allowed to orgasm. Her body bucked and thrashed as the faint strains of ‘Let it Snow’ played in the background. The movie’s credits began to scroll as she shrieked, her pussy gushing cum in ecstasy.

When the DVR finally froze she was sweating bullets and breathing hard. She heard Linda’s voice vaguely in the distance.

“All right, people,” the Tiny said, “that’s a wrap. Get some sleep. Tomorrow we sweep the apartment again and see if there’s anything else we can use. Maybe we’ll tackle the closet and try to get into that tool box.” Linda strolled to Jennifer’s face amidst a chorus of cheers and approval. “Feel better, Hun?”

Jennifer stared at the tiny woman, still breathing hard, but starting to relax at last. Finally she nodded.

“Good,” the Tiny said as she patted Jennifer’s face, her miniscule hand soft on the giantess’ cheek. Jennifer’s eyes went wide as the little woman leaned in and kissed her, her very small lips pressing against Jennifer’s huge lower lip.

“Sleep tight, Sweetie,” Linda said as one of her Clan went about the room snuffing most of the candles. The Tiny gave her a smile, then wandered off out of her line of sight as the room went dark…