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Author's Chapter Notes:

It's a Christmas Miracle! But not for Anthony, it's Summer in the story, and he's not expecting much in the way of snow, or presents, or mercy at this point...

Thank you so much for reading!

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For the second time in the same day, Anthony was encased in darkness, heat, and pungent smells. This time it was the unwashed and coiled sock of his ex-girlfriend, which smelled far worse than having his face wedged into the crotch of his current girlfriend. Anthony had to begrudgingly admit, though, without a relatively giant Emily to tweak his neck like a chiropractor-in-training, the sock was the more comfortable environment to be trapped in. Even though some of the sock was a bit rough, and other parts were stiff with old sweat, on the whole it was a cushioned wool prison. But it was still a prison.

 

“Help me!” Anthony called out. He had gathered from what Grace had told Emily that the sock had been rolled up and crammed into a dirty slipper, which probably only added to the smell, but Emily was huge, again, relative to his own diminished size. Anthony hoped Emily could hear him, and could free him, to plan an escape.

 

“Emily, you’ve gotta get me out of here!” He tried again.

 

“Shut up!” He heard from outside. It was muffled, like it was coming through many, many, layers of fabric, and probably a slipper. “Your fucking stupidity is going to get us killed!” Emily shouted back through the slipper.

 

“Help me out of here and we can make a break for it! You got us down from the bed, you can get us down from the table!” He screamed back.

 

“Weren’t you fucking listening?” Emily countered. “There’s no way out of here! Do you want her to come across us on the floor? Look at all this shit! She’s murdered people on this table, Tony! And I don’t think she’d hesitate to step on us, if we tried to run!”

 

“We can make it out of the apartment. She’s just got a one-bedroom, and then we can find help!” He offered. It was taxing trying to scream out, but he had to keep trying.

 

There was a silence. Anthony hoped the silence was because Emily was considering his plan.

 

“It’s not an apartment.” Came her reply.

 

“What?” Anthony screamed out.

 

“It’s not an apartment. It’s hard to see with all the lights, but we’re not in an apartment. It looks like some kind of basement. The walls and floor look like bare concrete. There’s no windows. It’s a really small room with nothing in it, except some stairs leading up to a door.” Emily’s outline didn’t match anything Anthony was familiar with. Grace lived on the third floor of a cheap apartment complex in the city. As Anthony thought about it, he remembered the drive here, every moment crushed by Emily’s body. Time had ceased to mean much in that bag, but he did recall hearing Grace’s radio on occasion, and far more time passed on the ride than should’ve been needed to get to Grace’s apartment.

 

Anthony’s mind tried to avoid the obvious.

 

“Are you sure?” He pleaded “Are you really sure we’re not in an apartment?”

 

“Unless she got a landlord who’s really into brutalism, I’m pretty goddamned sure that we’re not in an apartment, Tony!”

 

Then Anthony remembered Grace’s words. ‘Half an hour outside of town’. Grace had taken them somewhere else. ‘The only thing that you would find is a hot summer night’. Somewhere likely secluded. ‘A coyote eager for a snack’. Somewhere remote.

 

“B… but we’ve got to try to get out of here!” He tried. “You don’t know what she’s going to do to me!”

 

“Shut up, Tony! Just shut up!” Emily screamed back. “If you hadn’t cheated on her, neither of us would be in this goddamn mess!”

 

“It’s not my fault!” He lied.

 

There was a weird sensation, something was moving his woolen cage. He could feel it shifting. Very little, but it was definitely happening. Then he could hear, almost very clearly Emily’s grunts of exertion.

 

“Yes! Yes! That’s it! Come on, Emily, you can do it! I knew you’d change your mind!” He shouted out.

 

“Tony, I said ‘shut the fuck up’!” Emily screamed back. He could hear her more clearly now, she was nearby, probably right outside the sock-roll.

 

“Thank you so much, Emily!” He continued.

 

“I’m not helping you escape you idiot!” She screamed.

 

“What?”

 

“I’m pushing you further into this goddamned rancid slipper!” She said. Sure enough the feeling of the sock moving was joined by it feeling slightly tighter, slightly more restrictive. Emily couldn’t exert as much force on the thing as Grace had, but she was far more massive than Tony, and could at least manage to budge it a little, wedging it tighter into the slipper.

 

“No! Emily, listen to me! Don’t do this!” He begged.

 

Emily stopped responding. That didn't stop Anthony from continuing to try for many minutes more. There were a few more slight movements Anthony could feel from inside the sock, but after a few more light jolts, the world inside went quiet and still. And smelly.

 

Anthony was unsure of how much time had passed, but he could hear Grace's return to the table.

 

"I have to say, I'm very happy to see you still here. That's going to be another positive mark for you, little one." Grace said. 

 

Very faintly, Anthony heard Emily's response. "Thank you, mistress."

 

Anthony cursed them both, but doubted any of it could be heard outside his footwear restraints.

 

"Let's see if Tony's time out in my sock has improved his attitude at all." Grace said.

 

Again the world rocked and rolled like an earthquake in a storm at sea, but the worser part was the unrolling of the sock. While she had manually rolled him in the sock, to unroll if, Grace simply held the top and let gravity do the work. At the bottom of his fall, Anthony couldn't identify up from down, and still felt like the world was spinning when Grace's hand descended down through the opaque tunnel above him.

 

His head was still spinning as Grace scooped him out of the toe of the sock and lifted him out back into something approximating reality.

 

“Welcome back, Tony. I hope you had a good…” Grace paused, her nose twitching beneath her glasses. “Oh, God! Tony, you absolutely reek!” She exclaimed. Like all people, her curiosity got the better of her judgement and she brought Anthony, still reeling from the sock’s unfurling, up to her nose for a more thorough sniff before thrusting him away from her and turning her head, having confirmed that Anthony did, in fact, reek.

 

“Maybe I should wash those. Good God. Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any to fix that issue, and it’ll give us a chance to talk about a few other important issues.” Grace said.

 

Grace set Anthony back down on the table, and Anthony had a moment to collect his senses. In the brilliant white light he could clearly see the table, spinning slower and slower under him, but he was also starting to get a sense of the world around him. Grace was an imposing presence. The back three quarters of the table had high, white walls, backdrops for whatever went on while the cameras suspended above were rolling, but the only open area was obstructed by Grace, still dripping with water from her shower, her only clothing a towel wrapped around her torso.

 

The sock and slipper were nowhere to be seen, however, there were a couple of hand towels, a couple of bowls that Anthony couldn’t see the contents of, a toothbrush, and a permanent marker.

 

“So, before we talk about how the next few days are going to go.” Grace said, sitting down on a chair in front of the table. While she spoke she reached up toward one of the cameras pointed down at the table. Reaching strained the towel’s ability to stay put, but Grace’s towel-knot tying was skillful enough to keep her chest contained. She turned the screen toward herself. “I want to check something.”

 

Anthony had fully recovered as he heard the audio from the video. It had been recording since they arrived. He heard a summary of everything. Grace’s commands, his screaming outburst, Emily’s obedience, and then, although very, very quietly, he could hear his own pleading with Emily to let him out of the sock.

 

Grace’s laugh was unexpected, especially for how humorous she found the situation, as she spooled through the video, she watched and re-watched the few moments that Emily informed Anthony that she wouldn’t be helping him, in fact, that she was hindering his escape.

 

“Oh my God, little one, I can’t believe you actually managed to kick him deeper into the slipper! That is so amazing. You get another point!” Grace exclaimed.

 

“Thank you, mistress.” Emily said, sounding genuinely enthused at the idea of another mystery point.

 

“‘Thank you, mistress’.” Anthony said, mockingly, earning an angry look from the woman who had given into captivity.

 

Grace apparently hadn’t heard Anthony’s snide remark, but turned to the pair. “Okay, so, that was fun. Let’s cover some basic things. Every day, you’ll have the chance to earn points. While some of the tasks I give you will be competitive, at the end of week, let’s say next Friday night? At the end of the week it won’t matter what the other one of you has, so long as you have enough points to keep you in my good favor.”

 

She picked up the maked and uncapped it. With a quick two scratches on the table top, behind Emily, she started the first two of five tally marks, placing the circle and cross symbol for a woman just above it.

 

“Emily already has two points. One for staying on the table, and one for that absolutely savage effort to keep Tony under wraps.”

 

Grace moved over and drew the circle and arrow for a man, with nothing else beneath it.

 

“Tony, as our class fuck-up, has no points. He didn’t follow instructions on the table, and he actively tried to escape while I showered.”

 

Grace re-capped the marker and set it aside, somewhere off the table.

 

“Now, earning points has both a long term reward; if you have enough at the end of the week, you’ll be in a much better place. If your points aren’t above a certain threshold, let’s say…” Grace thought about it. “A hundred points? Yeah that sounds good. If you fail to achieve at least one hundred points by this time next Friday evening, I’ll have to say ‘goodbye’ to you, and well…” Anthony couldn’t help but follow Grace’s gaze to one of the stains on the tabletop. “Do you both understand?”

 

“Yes, mistress!” Emily shouted. Anthony was a bit taken aback by how quickly and eagerly she responded.

 

"And you, Tony? Did that penetrate your obstinate skull? Or do you need more time in the sock?" Grace asked, dangling the garment in the air.

 

Anthony nodded furiously in agreement. "I get it!"

 

"Good. Now, let's get you two washed up. Points have a long term benefit." Grace brought the bowls over to the center of the table, along with the hand towels and toothbrush. "And short term rewards as well. Because Emily was so good. She gets to wash herself…"

 

Grace handed one of the towels to Emily who took it and walked over to the nearest bowl. Emily began cupping soapy water from the bowl and scrubbing herself down with the hand towel.

 

"But because Anthony decided to be a little shit. He gets the car wash treatment." Grace said.

 

Anthony's mind went to a giant Grace and a slightly less giant Emily, both clad in skimpy bikinis, washing Anthony all over. In his flash of imagination, he lay out in Grace's palm, Emily used her soapy chest to scrub him down, while Grace's pinky got involved, impeccable french manicure and all. All three of them laughed and enjoyed the fantasy.

 

His illusion was quickly dispelled when Grace’s hand closed around him. He was subjected to a brief rocket ride up in a closed hand. When it opened he had no time to prepare before the bristles of the toothbrush, loaded with soapy water, began their assault. Grace showed no regard for Anthony as she scrubbed away. Anthony fought and writhed in Grace’s hand as she brushed away grime and sweat.

 

The toothbrush came away, giving Anthony a brief reprieve. In her soapy, wet palm, Anthony scrambled for purchase, at first to flee, but then just to stand. The soap and water prevented him from making much progress, and it seemed Grace was actively rolling and tilting her palm to keep him in place.

 

Anthony screamed and tried to shield himself from the returning, freshly rinsed and soaped toothbrush, with his arm, much like an extra in a monster film, but the brush didn’t come down immediately. Anthony dropped his arms, only to find Grace smiling down at him.

 

“That is some stubborn dirt, Tony, what were you doing? Rolling around in someone’s shoe?” Grace chuckled at her own humor. “But I know what can really help to dislodge tough dirt.”

 

Grace didn’t give Anthony time to wonder. She had already re-applied her lipstick and before he could raise his arms to shield himself again, pursed those lips to deliver a glob of spit, large enough to cover Anthony, skull to soles, and forceful enough to slap him back into Grace’s palm. There was no time to process being covered in saliva, as the toothbrush came back down, and Anthony’s world became bristles and discomfort for almost a full minute.

 

“Well, that looks clean enough.” Grace stated. “Now let’s get you two rinsed off. Emily, stand here.” Grace set Anthony back down, and while he was too exhausted to get up, from where he’d been set down, he could see Emily step into one of the bowls while Grace gently poured water from the other over her. For a flash, Anthony forgot his life was in danger, he forgot the torments he’d endured, he even forgot the nightmare of being a barely being knee high to the second smallest person in the room. Instead he was wet, slippery, and naked, watching a gorgeous woman clothed only in a towel, pour water over another gorgeous woman, who was completely naked.

 

The fantasy faded as a shadow fell over Anthony and Grace’s meticulously manicured scooped him back up.

 

“I used the last of the warm water rinsing her off, Tony, but don’t worry, I’ve got some ice water I was going to drink.” Anthony barely comprehended what was happening, although her heard the tumbling clatter of ice and water into a bowl. What followed was a plunge into freezing water, still in the loose clutches of Grace’s hand. Anthony was swished, swirled, and rolled in the water, pulled up out of the depths coughing, sputtering and shivering, only to be plunged back in for another bout of being thrashed about in freezing water.

 

The ordeal was freezing and relatively brief, nowhere near as long as the confines of the toiletry bag, or even his sock solitary confinement while Grace showered, but it felt like forever. Before Grace dropped him back to the table she held him loosely in her fingers and gave a him a quick shake to remove some of the excess water. To Grace it was a gentle motion, but to Anthony it was a ride through a tumbler. She checked on him before dropping him back to the table.

 

Anthony was still coughing up cold water when Grace resumed her explanation of the evening's events. A short distance away, Emily was still drying herself off with a comfortable looking towel.

 

"Like I said, points are awarded for successfully completing tasks." Grace pushed away from the table a bit before kicking up her heels on the table. Her bare feet crossed over one another, and the impact of her feet hitting the table rattled the whole surface.

 

"You won't generally lose points for failure, but remember, you'll need a hundred to avoid the worser fate.” Grace stated, flexing her soles and curling her toes. “Now, your first couple of tasks are going to be a bit different, but I want to establish a couple of ground rules. Number one, you do as your told. Obedience will be rewarded, disobedience will be punished. Number two, no killing or maiming another contestant. Number three, no escape attempts. One of the sure ways to lose points is an escape attempt. That’ll set you down to zero points real quick.” Grace leaned forward and idly brushed some dirt and debris from the soles of her feet.

 

“Your first task is a bit complicated, but since you two have fucked before, I don’t think it’ll be too far outside the realm of reasonable.” Grace stated, producing a phone from somewhere beneath the table. She tapped a few times on the phone before turning it to Emily an Anthony who looked between each other with confused glances. The screen in front of them showed a countdow timer, set and ready to thrity minutes.

 

“At the end of this timer, you will get points equal to the number of times the other contestant has cum more than you. So if you both cum once, no points will be awarded. If Emily cums twice, and Anthony cums once, Anthony gets one point.” Grace leaned forward, still comfortably reclined, but set the phone on display on the table, briefly checking that one of the cameras could see the screen. “There’s no limit to the points you can earn, however, there is one very big caveat. If neither of you cums, even once, I will assume you’re both being disobedient, and you will both lose five points.”

 

Grace tapped the screen, and the timer started rolling down, fractions of seconds disappearing into dwindling seconds, with only twenty nine minutes and some fifty nine seconds remaining. “Remember the rules.” Grace stated, leaning back.

 

Anthony wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. He was still shivering and dripping with cold water, but he stood up.

 

“What kind of fucked up game are you playing?” He asked toward Grace. Grace didn’t react, she just watched, her bare legs and feet still propped up on the table, her arms resting on her chair. “You’ve gotta be nuts if you think we’re going to do what you say!” He shouted at her. Grace chuckled. Anthony’s ire raised, he hated being laughed at, and it was humiliating enough to be laughed at, but from a position of impotence it was even more painful.

 

“Can you believe her?” Anthony asked, turning to Emily.

 

The tackle that hit him caught him off guard. Anthony had always considered himself an athletic man, but there was no making up for a difference of a hundred and twelve millimeters in height when Anthony was only forty nine millimeter’s tall. Emily’s tackling lunge was made even more effective by the addition of the hand towel she had been using to dry off.

 

Anthony fought for all he was worth, but Emily was able to very quickly wrap the towel around his fallen form, and even more quickly use her greater mass to pin him to the ground beneath her. Still, the towel only tangled him from the chest up, so his legs were free to kick.

 

“Let me go!” He screamed at Emily. “You’re playing right into her plans!”

 

 

“No shit, sherlock.” Emily responded. Grace had stopped chuckling and was laughing outright.

 

“Holy crap, you really took him out in one shot. This should be a shut out.” Grace said.

 

“Get off of me, Emily! This is fucked up.” Anthony shouted, not content to resign himself to whatever Emily planned.

 

Emily repositioned herself, maneuvering herself over Anthony. She straddled his chest on her knees and sat up, letting her weight settle a bit on Anthony, but careful not to crush him. She reached behind her and pulled the towel away from Anthony’s face, letting him watch her as she worked.

 

“Well, we both know you can’t resist me, Tony. If I were you, I’d just lay back and let this happen. We’ve got half an hour to see if you can break your record of two shots in half an hour.” Emily flung the towel away from where it had obstructed her access to Anthony’s crotch and wasted no time in getting to work on his dick.

 

“No! You can’t make me!” Anthony screamed defiantly.

 

“We both know that’s not true. Remember the movie theater?” Emily asked, her fingers and thumb from her right hand warming Anythony’s junk from the freezing cold. “And besides, it’s not like you’ve got a bad view.” Emily rolled her hips up just a bit and pulled at her thigh with her right hand, showcasing her own sex.

 

“No! No! No!” Anthony prostested, but as he felt Emily’s long fingers lift his flacid penis, he could also feel the blood returning to it. He tried to push Emily off of him, but it was impossible. He tried to slide out from under her, but again, she kept enough of her weight on him to prevent any meaningful movement.

 

Anthony groaned as he felt his junk responding to Emily’s aggressive massage. It didn’t take her long, only two minutes, from the time Grace had set up, to revitalize his dick to full attention.

 

“Small than I remember.” Emily mocked, looking back at Anthony under her.

 

“Hey! It’s cold!” He protested, missing most of the point.

 

“Yeah, that’s the problem.” Emily rolled her eyes and returned to her task. Her fingers and thumb stroked aggressively, quickly, more roughly than was strictly comfortable for Anthony, but it was effective. Anthony couldn’t help but harden in her grip, or in her pinch. It dawned on Anthony that he wasn’t big enough to do many of the things he used to, and his cock filling Emily’s hand was one of those things.

 

Emily worked quickly. She had practice on Anthony, and with him unable to offer any resistance, or any resistance that mattered, it was a matter of only a few minutes before Anthony was close to his limit.

 

“Please, Emily, don’t do this. It’s not fair!” He pleaded. “I’m going to cum! Please don’t make me!”

 

Emily didn’t respond, at least not verbally, she encircled him with her index finger and thumb and applied more pressure, more speed. Her hand now slapping against Anthony’s crotch.

 

“Just give up and let it happen.” Emily prompted. “Maybe this will help you understand your position, and start following her orders.”

 

Anthony couldn’t fight it, his back and buttocks tensed as he felt the merciless stroking of Emily’s hand give way into the merciful release of his orgasm. His cock was hot and wet with his own cum as Emily kept stroking, determined to keep him stiff.

 

Emily switched hands, but kept working turning to Grace. “That’s one, mistress!” She shouted, displaying her hand covered in Anthony’s humiliating defeat.

 

“Very good, I’ll mark one against Anthony. Twenty four minutes and thirty seven seconds remaining.” Grace said.

 

Emily wasted no time in setting up Anthony’s second loss. She again began shifting. Anthony watched her legs pass overhead, then her crotch. Anthony’s hopes sky rocketed, Emily almost always followed a handjob with a blowjob, and while he was in danger of shooting another load, he could at least reciprocate. He’d brought Emily to orgasm multiple times with his tongue, and seeing her pussy above him reminded him that it was a competition, and he had a chance. That chance vanished almost immediately as her body kept moving and her crotch dissappeard from view, followed by her stomach, and then her chest which hung over him for a half second before descending down to keep him pinned. The difference in their height was just too much.

 

He only had a moment to dispair, never before had he been so eager to give cunnilingus, before Emily’s mouth enclosed around his penis, and just as with her hands, she gave no consideration to comfort or pleasure, just mechanical extraction. Her lips pulled at him from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip, her tongue ran along his length roughly keeping it alert, she rolled her head and made sure that when she pulled back, even her soft pallet got in on the act.

 

“Please, Emily. I can’t take it! This isn’t right!” He protested from under her chest.

 

Anthony groaned as Emily pulled completely off him, her lips squeezing him hard all the way up his, now, meager length. “Get over yourself, Tony. You heard the rules. There’s only three real outcomes her.” While she spoke she kept Anthony at attention with her hand. “The first isn’t acceptable. I’m not losing all my points and you can’t afford to start off in the negative. The second doesn’t help either of us with no points. And the third is one of us uses this oppotunity to get ahead.” Emily chuckled. “Get it? Ahead? Because I’m giving you head?” Emily glanced back to see the pained and desperate look on Anthony’s face, without a hint of the humor. “Fuck it, Tony. You’re not getting an option here. You want to be useful here? Think logically about this. Give me all the points you can, and maybe later on, I’ll help you out when you can’t climb over a pencil or some shit.”

 

“Noooo.” Anthony couldn’t muster the energy to shout, instead his objection fading into a pitiful whine as his head fell back. Emily didn’t take notice and resumed her oral ministrations. A few seconds later Anthony felt the familiar tension and release.

 

Emily climbed up off of Anthony, painful in its own as she shifted her weight and occasionally let more than was really needed press down into one of Anthony’s joints. When she reached her feet she placed one foot on Anthony’s head in triumph and called out to Grace.

 

“That’s two, mistress!” It was garbled, because Emily still had some of Anthony’s shame in her mouth, but she quickly showcased the pearlescent fluid on her tongue for Grace and the cameras to see before closing her mouth and gulping audibly.

 

Grace laughed uproriously. “Oh my God, that is amazing! You have a gift for presentation, little one. I cannot wait to see how the next twenty minutes go.”

 

Anthony groaned under Emily’s foot. Twenty minutes left. Emily wasn't done by a wide stretch however, and Anthony knew what was coming next, although their size disparity worried him.

 

"Emily, please you cannot do this! You'll crush me." He pleaded.

 

"Oh, so you do remember what I like to do after the blowjob?" Emily joked. Her foot lifted from Anthony's face, only after a quick, and humiliating press with her toes into his lips. The relief was short lived as the foot came back down, this time on his abused penis.

 

Anthony moaned at the sudden, crushing pressure and tried to wrest her foot away by the ankle. Emily casually kicked his grip off and pressed her foot right back down.

 

The ball of her foot began stroking up and down, requiring barely more than a flick of her ankle. When she realized how easy this was for her, Emily incorporated a twisting motion as she moved, like she was snuffing out a cigarette.

 

"Come on, Tony, give it up." Emily ordered.

 

"Emily, please, I'll do whatever you say. Just stop." Anthony begged.

 

Emily responded with more pressure, dragging her foot, the entire length of her foot, the ball, the arch, the heel, and back up the length to the toes. Over and over again.

 

"All I want from you, Tony, is to cum for my feet." Emily said. "And I think you're going to do that for me anyway."

 

"Besides, I've always kinda suspected you've got a bit of a masochistic side, Tony. Let's really…" Emily positioned the arch of her foot over all of Anthony's junk and shifted more of her comparatively heavy weight to that foot. Anthony cried out. "Lean into it."

 

"Stop! Stop! Please stop!" Anthony cried out.

 

"Beg me to use my toes, Tony." Emily commanded.

 

"Please, Emily, use your toes! Please!" He conceded.

 

“Good job, Tony!” Emily laughed and let up, bringing her toes down to Anthony's abused member, threading the organ through her toes and immediately began stroking again, faster, harder, and far rougher than with her hands. She didn’t keep to just her toes, resuming the process of sliding her entire foot over Anthony’s penis, occasionally stopping to let her toes grip whatever they were dragged over, his shaft, his head, or his scrotum.

 

Anthony grimaced as he felt himself cum under under Emily’s sole, his spunk, even being his third in only a few minutes, unloading into Emily’s sole.

 

“Three, mistress!” Emily lifted her foot, grabbing her ankle, showing the evidence to Grace. 

 

Grace pulled her feet from the table and leaned in, her interest clearly growing. “Very impressive, but you might have some trouble extracting any more from him.” Grace noted. “He looks like he’s losing steam quick, and I think a blue pill might actually kill him.”

 

Emily dropped the sticky, dripping foot back down to Anthony’s head and rolled it a bit under Emily’s foot as she thought. “I have an idea, mistress, but may I ask something?”

 

“Oh how very respectful. Yes, you may ask.” Grace responded.

 

“I know you just let us wash up, but may I be permitted to wash up after this as well?” Emily asked.

 

Grace thought for a moment. “You know what? I’m intrigued. If you can get five points in this task, then yes, I’ll let you wash up again after.” Grace offered.

 

“Thank you, mistress!” Emily shouted and got to work. It was no difficult task to haul Anthony up from where he laid, and almost as easy to toss him over her thighs as she knelt down on the table.

 

Laying across Emily's lap, Anthony fought for some semblance of agency, trying to wiggle free from her. “Emily, what are you doing?” Anthony screamed.

 

“Now, I’m not your mistress.” Emily started. “She is.” Emily pointed to Grace. “But I am much bigger than you, and you’re going to need to learn to respect the size difference.” Emily clutched Anthony’s neck in one hand, easily holding him in place. “Put your hands on your cheeks and spread ‘em. And then keep them spread.” Emily ordered.

 

“What? Are you crazy?” Anthony asked in disbelief.

 

The slap accross his ass came so swift and so hard that Anthony shrieked out loud in shock and pain. Emily’s hand stayed clapped to his ass, across both cheeks adding to the sting as the warmth and pain radiated out from Anthony’s cheeks.

 

“I said ‘spread your cheeks’. Like you’re superhero flying. Do it.” Emily reiterated.

 

Anthony didn’t object, but he did hesistate. Emily’s hand rose and fell twice more in sharp, agonizing slaps. “I only have to hold back enough to not cripple you, Tony. Do you really want to see how far I can push that in spankings?”

 

Tears were beginning to form in Anthony’s eyes. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d received a spanking, and never with such ferocity.

 

“No, please! Stop!” He pleaeded.

 

“Holy shit.” Grace muttered. She had shifted forward and was resting her head on her arms on the table, watching intently. “This is fucking amazing. Emily, you get a point for creativity.”

 

“What?” Anthony cried out in desperation to Grace. “You didn’t… That wasn’t… But…”

 

The slap came back down hard. “Spread.” And again. “Your.” And again. “Cheeks.” Each time Anthony squealed. When the third slap has connected, Emily took a brief pause to knead Anthony’s assflesh. “Spread your cheeks, Tony, I don’t want to tell you again.”

 

Anthony’s mind was too panicked to resist, he clutched at his own stinging ass cheeks and pulled them wide for Emily.

 

“Very good, and I really think this is an activity we need to revisit later. But let's move on to the task at hand.” Emily said. Anthony watched as Emily’s index finger slipped inside her mouth. In and out it went, coating the thing in saliva. “Do you remember when I brought up pegging a couple of months ago, Tony?” Emily asked.

 

Dawing realization spread across Anthony’s face but before he could protest Grace spoke up.

 

“Oh my God, that is hot. Here let me help you.” Grace leaned forward on the table, hovering over the pair of shrunken people, and took careful aim before sitcking her tongue from her mouth and letting a strand of saliva fall. The spit struck Anthony’s back initially bathing him a hot, pungent stickiness, but Grace corrected for her aim, and let the spit trail over him and over his exposed ass. The spit seemed to be everywhere, flowing down Anthony, over Emily’s thighs, making it difficult for Anthony to hold on to his own cheeks, but he didn’t dare let go.

 

“Thank you, mistress!” Emily called out. “Now, Tony, we need to get at least two more out of you, try really hard for me, okay?”

 

“You are very welcome, and you know what? For this kind of inventiveness, you can wash up regardless of how much you manage to squeeze out of him.” Grace stated.

 

“Thank you so much, mistress. I will try to get five more out of him!” Emily stated.

 

“No. No. No. No. This is not happening.” Anthony protested.

 

 

“Eighteen minutes left, that’s a little more than three minutes between, let’s see what you can do.” Grace reminded Emily.

 

“Well, Anthony, let’s get to work.” Emily said. Anthony gave a momentary thought to trying to flee, but before he could work out anything more, Emily’s finger, coated in her own spit and that of Grace, pushed between his still compliantly spread ass, and into his rectum.

 

Anthony didn’t scream. He didn’t feel he had the breath for it. All of his muscles felt locked it place, like he couldn’t move even though he desperately wanted to.

 

“I’m not a hundred percent sure of what I’m looking for, Tony…” Emily mused, all the while her finger, too large by Anthony’s estimate, probed around inside of him. “Help me out here.” She demanded. “Let me know when I find…”

 

Anthony didn’t hear if she finished the sentence, the tip of her finger curled and brushed by something inside of him, sending a body-wracking shudder through his entire being and a low groan of unrestrained pleasure out of his mouth.

 

“Nevermind, found it.” Emily said, happily. “Okay, Anthony, work with me, and lets get this done.” She proceeded to massage Anthony’s prostate, from the inside, aggressively, for the next eighteen minutes, all the while with one hand clamped around his neck, and Grace watching intently from above.

 

Emily called out every time she felt him orgasm, wether through a hot deposit on her thighs, or just Anthony’s body clenching and releasing each time. She had just called out “three!" when the timer, mercifully to Anthony buzzed out at zero.

 

Both of them still coated in Grace’s saliva, Emily pushed Anthony off her lap where he crumpled to the table top completely still except for the rising and falling of his chest. It was clear he hadn’t passed out, but he was almost completely drained. Emily stood and using her foot rolled him on his back, again standing one foot on his face in a victorious pose.

 

“That’s six total, mistress.” Emily stated.

 

“Yes! Yes! Very fucking good. Six to zero, and a bonus point for your creativity.” Grace marked off tally marks under Emily’s column on the table, filling in one five-diagram and almost another. “So the standing is; Emily has nine total points, and Tony has… Oh you know what? I’m feeling generous. Should I give Anthony a point for popping off six times in a half hour?” Grace asked Emily, who still had her foot on Anthony’s head.

 

“I think he deserves something, mistress, even if he hasn’t been obedient, he’s been fun.” Emily noted, twisting her foot over Anthony's skull for effect.

 

Grace laughed. “You are absolutely right, okay, one pity-point for Tony. Did you hear that, Tony, you got your first point!” Grace clapped in celebration for Tony.

 

Emily, not one to miss an opportunity to endear herself to Grace, reached down and sat Tony up, grabbing a wrist in each of her hand, she mimed a celebratory applause from Tony, who still couldn’t muster the energy to keep his head upright.

 

“Come here, you.” Grace said. Reaching down and plucking Emily up from where she crouched next to Anthony. Emily obliged, spreading her arms, and letting Grace gently wrap her fingers around Emily’s waist.

 

“You know, I took you out of the center just because you would’ve been a witness to Tony’s disappearance, but I’m starting to think that the real prize in this little adventure is you, and not getting revenge on his cheating ass.” Grace stated, bringing Emily up to her face.

 

Grace unclutched her fingers and let Emily recline in her hand.

 

“Thank you, mistress.” Emily stated.

 

Anthony watched from the table as Grace brought Emily up to her lips.

 

“It is very fun to play with someone as small as him, but I can see the advantages in having some fun with someone a bit more substantial.” Grace said, her voice growing soft as she began placing equally soft kisses on Emily’s torso, legs, chest, and over her face. Emily giggled and returned the act by showering Grace’s nose with kisses.

 

Grace tipped Emily back, her tongue moving out between the smaller Woman’s legs. Emily found a grip on Grace’s glasses, while Grace's tongue found it's way deeper between Emily's thighs. Grace lapped up the remnants of  Anthony's humiliation and her own saliva. Quick probes of the tip of Grace's tongue into Emily's crotch became long drags from the flat of Grace's tongue starting between Emily's legs and sliding up Emily's abdomen, breasts and even her face.

 

Emily was left clutching Grace's glasses and panting. Grace chuckled while she let her tongue darted out, catching parts of her toy with her tongue and lips.

 

"Well, as fun as this is, we should move on to the next task." Grace said to the woman clinging to her eyewear.

 

"Yes mistress…" Emily managed through her panting. "Thank you, mistress."

 

"So godamn cute." Grace noted while she plucked Emily off her face, replacing her to the table.

 

Emily found her footing easily next to Anthony, and Grace loomed over them.

 

"Okay, time for your next task…" Grace announced. "Are you ready?"

 

"Yes, mistress!" Emily jumped with enthusiasm.

 

"And you, Tony? Are you ready to serve me?" Grace asked.

 

Anthony's butt still hurt, both from the sustained paddling and the repeated, brutal intrusion by Emily's finger. He wasn't sure if he was cold from the rinsing, warm from Emily's lap, or hot from soaking in spit. He was drained. Even on his 'best' day, he'd managed to masturbate six times to completion, and here he'd been given only half an hour, while low on sleep, and not even a carb heavy snack in between. He was exhausted. He'd slept only briefly before Grace had snatched him from a warm bed, and before that he was already tired. Then there was the chaos of what had been his social life. His ex-girlfriend had re-entered his life as a titaness, authoritarian and unchallengeable even before she had abducted him, and his current girlfriend had, literally, trodden over him for her own benefit.

 

"Well, Tony? What will it be?" Grace reiterated.

 

Anthony wasn't sure when he'd moved to his hands and knees, but he was there.

 

"Yes, mistress."

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