by shrinker_s » Fri Sep 25, 2020 2:26 am
Next chapter of the story. Again, mush thanks to ShrinkMaster.
Chapter 3
We walked up to the door and knocked. An eye slit opened almost immediately and a pair of eyes looked out at us.
“How can I help you gentlemen?” came a voice.
“We are looking for our wives, they were shrunk today at the airport.” I replied.
“Sorry ‘bout that buddy, but minis are kept at the Airport till claimed by their loved ones, you know that.”
“Well we rode with a delivery man bringing minis to this location.” I replied.
A double-barreled shotgun came out of the slot and I heard a distinct sound of a hammer being drawn back. “I think you need to go and not come back” came the voice with a certain hiss.
“would suggest that you step away from the door and move on.” The voice behind the door spoke.
All three of us picked up our hands and walked stepped away from the door. We walked a little down the road from the door and sat on the curb our heads and moral low.
The man we were with, stood up and looked at both of us. “I’ve got to do something; I’m going to get to the closest police station and report this.” He started to walk away.
I wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say. My son looked to me, “should be go with him dad?” he asked.
“I don’t know if the cops will help, let’s just think for a moment what we may be able to do.” I replied.
We both watched the man turn the corner and walk out of our site. I never got his name and would probably never see him again.
The gate to the building opened and we saw the truck that had brought us there roll out. The driver saw us sitting on the curb and stopped his truck and leaned out of the window. “No luck getting in?” he asked.
We both must have had a look of desperation and depression because he paused and looked at both of us.
“Guys I don’t know if it will help, but I am about to get coffee with some other drivers who deliver minis like me, maybe they could help you out. No promises, but better than nothing.”
We thanked him and hoped into the truck which drove away. We asked the driver to turn the corner to see if we could catch up with the member of our group whom left us, but we saw nobody as we tried to follow what would have been his path.
“He must have found a cab and took off” offered the driver. “Let’s move on.”
We agreed and headed to the coffee shop as planned.
He introduced himself as Eddie, and he drove part time at night to get a little extra cash. He explained the same was for some of the the drivers we would be talking to. It was a short drive to the diner and as my son and I waked in we took a seat at a booth where another man was already seated having a sandwich and coffee.
The man’s name was Greg, like Eddie he drove part time to make ends meet. No sooner had we finished the introductions and starting conversation when another man walked up to the table and sat down. His name was Giles, and in his hand, he carried a paper bag that upon closer inspection seemed to be moving. The waitress took our orders of sandwiches and coffee.
Eddie explained our plight to the other two and they seemed to be sympathetic to our plight.
“The whole system is corrupt.” Said Gregor, “It’s gotten out of control, but it does let us make a living in both delivery and services.” He winked at Eddie with a little bit of disregard to our plight.
The waitress brought our food and a tall glass of ice water for Giles. When the waitress left the table, Giles brought the paper bag he carried and placed it on the table. He reached in and pulled out a shrunken woman. She was blond and nude. She immediately began to scream up at the giant that held her. Without a word Giles turned the woman upside down and placed her headfirst into the glass of ice water. The women’s entire body was submerged, only her legs were out. Giles held the one leg while the other jerked back and forth with panic.
“Jesus Giles,” said Eddie, “you got to be careful taking those for your own use, government doesn’t want us having them.”
Giles smiled and lifted the woman out of the water, she was coughing and choking from the experience. “My daughter needs a new doll. She let the dog get the other one.” He brought the face of the woman up to his. “Now are you going to be quiet as we enjoy our meal?” The woman began to say something but didn’t finish before she was back into the water. This time she was pushed deeper into the glass. Giles didn’t even look at the struggling woman. “My wife has been nagging me about it for a while, so I need to get some piece at home.”
“Well just watch yourself,” Spoke Gregor, “or you could end up just like her.”
My son and I were looking at the woman struggling in the water. Her movements were beginning to slow down as she was beginning to lose consciousness. Giles lifted her out of the water and spoke to her again. “So, are you going to be quiet?”
This time the woman just nodded. Giles placed her on the table next to the glass of water and handed a napkin to her to dry and wrap herself in. All of us looked at her a bit more, then it dawned on me, she was the wife of the man is was initially traveling
I pointed this out to Giles who protectively placed his hand on the mini before him. “Hmmmmm, that’s too bad mate, do you have a way to contact him?”
I replied that I didn’t but that he went to the police station and that I was sure that he could go there and track him down.
Giles just shrugged and picked the woman up and placed her in the paper bag. “Not going to do that,” he rolled up the top and stood up. “if I showed up at the station with a mini in my possession, they would throw me in the click. So sorry buddy, looks like your unknown friend is going to have to go on without his wife, and my little girl get a new doll, and my wife gets off my back. Win-Win for me.” He stood up and placed a few dollars on the table to cover his part of the meal. “I’ll will mention this, if this one was on the same flight as you your wife may have been with the batch I took to Big Louie’s place.”
Both Eddi and Gregor smiled. “That’s good news.” Said Eddie, “I drive by that place on my way home and can introduce you. He is actually a nice guy and usually will return minis to their rightful owners if they claim them.”
I saw some hope for the first time tonight. Giles wished us good luck, and goodbye and left the diner. Eddie quickly finished his meal and we were on our way.
As we drove through the city Eddie explained to me that Big Louie’s place was one to the most popular speakeasys serving the mini market.
“Is there really that big of a market?” I asked. I had heard of the technology, and even heard a bit of the controversy regarding its use, but till now I really hadn’t been part of the discussion.
“Are you kidding me?” asked Eddie with a smile in his voice. “You saw those college kids, that’s just a bit of what the mini market. There are whole factories where mini labor away at small devices and micro mechanics. And the place where we’re going today….” He shivered a little, “let’s just say the Louie is one of the more civilized places.”
We all stayed silent for the remainder of the drive. My thoughts as to what I would find kept going through my head.
We pulled up to a nondescript building and was met at a gate outside the parking lot. The man at the gate identified Eddie right away and with a few words of grating allowed him in. We soon found ourselves lead into the building by a larger man.
We walked through the double doors and entered into what would be best described as family restaurant. Many of the tables held single of groups of couples, but I did notice that at several tables were children of various age. I we weaved our way through the tables I also noticed that on all the tables were at least one or more mini.
All were women, and all were nude. Some were standing or dancing on the table entertaining the diners. However, several had the woman being abused in various ways from being dunked in sauces and being licked to having pieces of food, or fingers of the patrons at the table, being inserted into the woman’s orifices.
In the back of the restaurant we came to a larger booth, seated at the table was a very large, well-dressed man. At the table were two older Asian men seated and talking to themselves in quiet voices. Louie acknowledged our presence and indicated to us to sit down at the table.
The topic of the current discussion was obvious. Standing at the center of the table were four mini women. They were in string bikinis, barley covering up their body, but most noticeable was their bulging bellies indicating that they were in the final weeks of pregnancy. The woman stood side-by-side, their heads hung low, obviously broken and accepting what fait had done to them.
Louie polity held up his hand causing the gentlemen to halt their conversation and bring their attention back to himself.
“Gentlemen, please understand, the price is not negotiable, and you won’t find a better deal.” Louie tapped the table a few times with his fingers bringing the women out of their stupor and they all looked up at their current giant owner. “Please ladies, the suites.” Without a word the woman took off the bikinis uncovering what little of their flesh had been covered. Louie spun his finger around indicating the woman to follow suite giving the two men a view of their entire bodies. This was when I noticed that each had a tattoo on their left and right ass checks. Probably some form of identification.
“You will also find them very compliant.” Louie snapped his fingers, “Ladies, show these fine men how well you play together.” The woman immediately paired off and began to press their lips together. Squeezing and pressing the breasts and asses of each other. As we all watched the pace of the action increased in tempo.
The men they gave each other a final glance nodded and spoke in their language in what was obviously affirmation to whatever terms presented to them.
“Wonderful,” smiled Louie. “I will have them boxed and waiting for you at the front door.” Assistants suddenly appeared and quickly picked up the woman on the table and carried them off. Leaving the suits on the table, I got the feeling that they wouldn’t be needing them anyway. With nodes the two men stood up and left the table.
Watching the action, I finally noticed that all four of the women could not be over twenty years old. I did wonder how they had gotten in their current condition, but I then saw one of the waitresses walk by with a plastic container in her hands containing three minis covered from head to foot with what was obvious seaman. So, I concluded that if you spent your time covered head to toe in cum you couldn’t help but get pregnant.
Could this be the fate of my wife? To become inseminated by some giant rapist and sold to some old Asian man for god knows what.
Louie brought his full attention to us. “Eddie, what brings you here?”
Eddie quickly explained me and my son’s plight. Louie payed close attention and the look on his face showed concern. When Eddie finished Louie looked concerned.
“Gentlemen, I wish I could help you, but I really don’t have a mechanism to look for a specific mini in my place.”
“Could I look around, maybe she is on one of the tables?”
Louie held up both his hands and his face took on a serious look, “No…no…no”, my clientele value their privacy and would not appreciate the two of you going from table to table looking at what they and their minis were doing.”
My face must have reflected my disappointment.
Louie rubbed his chin in thought, “Well we could have the two of you work in the kitchen, we bring the minis through there to be cleaned up before we send them out to the next table. It would give you a great chance to see if your wife is here since we cycle through the girls two to three times a night.”
That each mini woman had to deal with two to three different tormentors awed my mind. No wonder the previous woman looked so broken.
My son and I agreed.
We said our thanks and good-byes to Eddie and were quickly escorted to the back of the club. I was still fascinated by the sights with the minis and the patrons of the club. The fact that some tables even had full families was something that I found hard to believe.
We passed through the doors into the kitchen and was greeted by a cacophony of noise and organized confusion. Typical of what a successful restaurant. They directed us to an are in the back where we were introduced to a young man by the name of Ramone.
He explained our roles really quite quickly. The minis, once the guests are done with them, are taken directly back to our area. We washed the dirty minis in the sinks provided, we had devices that looked pretty much like eye droppers that we inserted into the minis pussy and ass. This cleaned and disinfected the mini. We would inspect the mini for any injuries that would prevent them from redistribution. Finally, a little bit of hair removal cream to the pussys to make sure that they always remained clean and smooth. After a final rinse we placed them upon a conveyor belt that guided them through a dryer where they were placed in sorting boxes to be picked up by the waitresses to fill the orders of the guests.
Ramone was overjoyed to have our help. He put my son at the sorting section and he had me work with him to was the woman. There were several tubs of woman in various degrees of post use. I got to work right away, keeping an eye for my wife.
The first hour or so was pretty easy. I stumbled a few times, but by the fifth or sixth mini I got a flow going. Also, the minis seemed to be resigned to their plight and didn’t say much as their private areas were rubbed and violated by my fingers and eye dropper. I had even stopped being squeamish about the younger girls coming through. Some seemed to be barely over twelve and with their budding breasts they have been in grade school, not coated with cum and empty eyed like they were.
About a hour in I had one of the minis actually speak to me. She must had heard me mention something to my son because she reached out her hands and said, “Please help me.”
Initially I was stunned speechless, but Ramone must have heard and seen my reaction. “Dude, don’t talk to the mini’s remember they are all drug smugglers and criminals.” I looked at him and reminded him that my wife wasn’t a smuggler. “O.k., maybe not your wife, but it’s because of bitches like this that made the security necessary”
The woman looked up at me and pleaded, “I’m not a smuggler, my name is Sister Alisa from the catholic diocese of New York.”
Ramone grabbed the mini woman from my hand and laughed. “You a nun, no way the church would allow a slut-whore like you into the fold.”
“I was” screamed the woman as she was held upside down in Ramones hand.
“Bullshit, if you were a nun you ass wouldn’t have a tattoo, and your pussy wouldn’t be so clean. Only sluts are like that.”
“I was.” Screamed the woman again. “You did this to me. I was a virgin when I came in.”
Ramone was rubbing the woman with is thumbs when he paused for a second and pressed his fingers against the women’s belly. He then flipped her over and looked at the tattoo on her ass check. Then he started to laugh. “Well sister, you might have been a virgin when you can in, but you also were a fast breeder; because it looks like you’ve only been here for four months and are already knocked up.”
The womans’ face changed to disbelief, but Ramone kept on going “Looks like you took one to many spunk baths sweetie.” He reached for the tattoo gun that was sitting on the counter. He lifted the minis ass up closer so he could see, and he applied a new tattoo to the minis other check. He then spun the woman around and looked her in the eye. “Don’t worry bitch, you’ll still get to work the floor for a good six more months before we look for a buyer for you.”
The woman was in tears as the news of her plight sunk in. Ramone finished the cleaning process, but before placing her on the belt he smiled at me. “There are some benefits of working here.” With that he pulled open the waist of his pants and slid the screaming woman down into the front of his pants. He let the waistline snap back and with no humility he adjusted the miniature woman that was now face to face with his penis. He smiled a little as he found the right spot for the little woman next to his cock. He gave the bump a little tap and spoke down to it. “You better get that tongue working, or you and your baby will get fed to the dogs.” He smiled in response to what must have been the woman following directions, he gave me a wink and went back to work.
I followed suit, keeping my eyes open for my wife.
As I worked, Ramon’s words rang through my mind. These were drug dealers and smugglers, and it’s because of them that my wife was shrunk, and me and my son are in this place cleaning them for further use. To be honest I found myself getting angrier as I worked, more than ounce Ramone reminded me to go easy on the minis. Ramone stepped away to take a break, and when he returned, he had Sister Alisa in his hand. She was covered in cum yet again. Ramone processed the sobbing woman and placed her on the drying belt without a thought.
“You have to get going boys, it’s a busy night.” Came a female voice from behind me. It belonged to Juanita; she was the lead waitress of the six girls that worked the floor. We both looked at the minis waiting to be cleaned and to my surprise there weren’t’ many.
“We are cleaning as fast as we can Juanita, we just are falling short.” Answered Ramone.
“I told Louie a few hours ago.” Answered Juanita, “He said he was going to take care of it.”
Almost as if set up in a script, the door in the back of the kitchen opened and five men walked in. Each carrying two boxes that looked just like the ones that were used at the airport to carry off minis. The very one my wife must have found herself in.
When they were placed on the table and opened inside were minis of all ages and sex. They looked up at our giant faces with fear and confusion. They were all naked, and family units that had been able to stay together were hugging each other in support.
I asked Ramone as to the origin of what had to be easily three hundred minis. He just shrugged and said that when supplies get to low, Louie had contacts in high places. High enough to have a plane get pulled off the tarmac, its passengers shrunk, and then shipped here. The plane will be declared lost with all hands.
I must have had a look of disbelief on my face ‘cause Ramone just laughed and said to not thing about it too much and we had work to do.
He explained to my son and me that the first thing we needed to do was separate the minis that won’t be of use on the floor. “Let me show you.” He said as he gazed down into the crowd of the first bin. “Oh, here we go.” He reached in a pulled out an elderly couple that had been cowering in the corner. He held them both in one and and showed them to us. “Basically, if you don’t think someone would want to fuck them, we toss them.” He then pushed the two headfirst into the garbage disposal at the bottom of the sink. I saw their legs move in panic, but that stopped really quick when he stepped on the button on the floor in front the sink and activated the blades within the disposal. Within a few seconds their remains were gone.
My son and I were shocked at what we saw. Ramone looked into the bin and saw something that caught his eye. “It doesn’t mean we have to be bored as we work.” He reached in and pulled out three minis.
He placed the minis on the counter before us. There was woman in her late thirties, long blond hair, large breasts and a trim hourglass figure. She had her arm wrapped around two younger girls, both also blonde, one looked to be around fifteen the other just a toddler. All three were nude and tracks of dried tears on their faces.
“Stand apart and let’s have a good look at you lovely ladies” said Ramone. The three minis complied and stood shoulder and shoulder hands covering their private parts. “Please lower your hands girls.” Again, all hands went to their sides. Ramone reached and picked up the mother of the two girls. He held the woman in his left hand, and with his right he pointed to a scare on the women’s stomach, right above her cleanly shaved bald pussy.
“See this?” he smiled at us, “That’s a caesarian scare. Looks like this mini wanted to keep her snatch nice and tight instead of pushing these two out the normal way.”
He brought her face to his. “How is that pussy girl, nice and tight?” He brought his pinky to his mouth and wetted it in his mouth. “Let’s take a look.” He placed his pinky against the women’s pussy and slowly inserted it into her body. The woman screamed in response to this violation of her private area. With little twists the finger went nearly up to the knuckle till it hit a stopping point. The woman was sobbing, and a bulge in her belly was clearly visible. Ramone smiled and winked at us, “Yup, she was tight all right, but give a few weeks on the floor and it won’t be any different from the others.”
He pulled his finger out of the woman, eliciting a grunt, and dropped the woman on the counter next to her children. They both ran to her and hugged her yet again, and it looked as if more tears were about to begin.
Ramone grabbed the middle girl, brought her up to his face and gave her body a full tongued lick form crotch the face. She was still spitting out some of his saliva as he pushed her down on the table, belly up, with his palm on her body he used his thumb and forefinger to force her legs apart.
“Hey,” Ramone snapped his fingers bringing attention from the young woman to his face. “Look mom, that pussy isn’t going to lick itself.”
A questioning look came over the women’s’ face. Ramone reached and grabbed the women’s’ blond hair behind her head and squeezed with his thumb and finger bringing the women’s’ hair tight against her scalp. She screamed in pain, but Ramone had an answer to this. “Use that mouth for licking not making noise bitch.” He pressed the women’s face directly into her daughters’ snatch. Ramone pressed so hard that the mothers air supply was blocked by her daughters’ flesh. He kept her pressed into the suffocating position for almost a minute, till panic started to show on the mother’s body. Ramone pulled back the women’s face and spoke again “let’s see some action bitch, or your daughter will feel your last breath in her womb, and I’ll make your other daughter do the work right next to your dead body.”
With the situation clearly explained, the woman began to gently apply licks, and kisses to her daughters vaginal opening. However, with Ramones encouragement, and his application of pressure by his finger, she began to press her tongue deeper into the girls slit. Seeing the action going, Ramone stood up straight and smiled at me and my son, “looks like we got those two sluts walking down the right path.” He winked again, “mother-daughter combos are big on the floor.”
We watched for a few seconds and Ramone grabbed the toddler. He brought her up to his face and gave the girl a good crotch to face lick. He put her down back down on the table in front of us and slid the girl face up between the legs of her mother currently servicing her daughter.
The little girl clearly wasn’t able to process what was being done to her and as a result was hysterical. High pitched screams were coming from between the older women’s legs, Ramone was quickly annoyed and pressed down on the mother’s hips forcing her pussy to encompass her little girls face. Once again on of the trio was brought almost to the edge of passing out when Ramone relented.
“Hey bitch, you better tell you little brat to shut up and get licking.” He hissed down at the woman.
She looked up with pleading eyes, “Please, she’s only eleven years old.”
Ramon stood up and looked into the bin. He saw and mother and father standing with their arms wrapped around their daughter. The girl looked younger than the girl on the table and was perfect for what he had in mind. He reached down and grabbed the little girl, ignoring the attempts by her parents to prevent what was happening. He hung the girl over the three girls and readdress them.
“See this bitch, how old do you think she is?” he smiled and looked at the bin he had gotten her, “Lets find out.” He retrieved the girl’s mom and held her in his other hand. “how is your daughter bitch?” The woman was crying but was able to squeak out “She’s eight years old, don’t hurt her.”
He looked back to the three on the table. “You see here, we have no real use for girls this young on the floor, so we get rid of them.” And with that he tossed the screaming girl into the sink. She was quickly washed away by the running water into the garbage disposal, the sound of the blades changed a little as they dealt with the small piece of meat and bone, then they fell back to the low-level purr.
The now chopped girl’s mother screamed at the sight of her daughter being tossed away like so much waste. I got the feeling I was going to hear a lot of those screams tonight. Ramone looked at the woman, she was attractive and would be needed on the floor, so he put her back into the bins. I couldn’t help but notice that it was a different one than she came from and where her husband was.
Ramone, seeing that his point had been made looked back at the trio. “I’ll make it easy, tell your little bitch daughter to get chewing on her sister’s pussy. You help her out by giving showing her first. I think the two of you should be able to get that little bitch doing things right in no time.”
The tree started to move to their assigned positions when we heard a female’s voice come from behind. “Have you guys got to working on those new minis? We need them on the floor --what the shit is going on?
It was Isabella, she was the lead waitress on the floor and basically ran the restaurant for Louie. She was blond, in her middle thirties, but did look younger. She was wearing the uniform of the waitresses, a tight-fitting blouse with a pushup bra displaying a large set of fake breasts. Accompanied by a miniskirt that barely covered what should be covered by a skirt, and black garters and stockings. A very sexy combo. However, she was not sexy right now, just business.
She surveyed what was going on and looked at all three of us. “Why are you guys fucking around when there is work to be done?” Ramone was about to speak, but she held up her hand stopping him talking, “I don’t want to hear, and I don’t care.”
She looked down at the three woman and the action going on. She picked up the youngest girl and gave her a look top to bottom. She looked at all three of us and smiled, “You really think this little one is going to do a good job eating pussy?”
She looked at the girl with a soft look in her eyes, “Honey, have you ever even kissed a boy?” The girl looked back at the first giant friendly face she had seen yet. She shook her head indicating that she had not. “Well little one; don’t you worry about that.” She continued in a soothing voice. “By the end of this week you’ll have seen more dicks and pussy than most woman see is their whole lifetime, but first, let’s get you started.”
This woman had no shame. She lifted the front of her skirt showing a small black thong. She used her hand to move the front of her panties exposing a clean-shaven pussy to all three of us. She looked up and smiled “like what you see?” she looked down at the girl in her hand, “you’re going to get a way better view.” Isabella took the now screaming girl and inserted her up to her pussy till only the girls thrashing legs were seen. Isabella adjusted the crotch of her panties between the girl’s legs guaranteeing that she wouldn’t fall out.
Isabella lowered the front of her skirt and gave a little shiver to her body. “When they panic it really feels great.” She looked down at the two girls on the table then to us. “You guys get going, or I’ll have Louie put you on the table with your heads between each other legs.”
She turned and walked away. We watched her walk out to the floor, and no sooner did the door of her exit close that Rosa came up to our table. “She can be a bit of a bitch, but you guys really need to get going. It’s crazy busy tonight, and the VIP room is hoping as well.” She scanned the bins. “These little ones are all going to be needed.”
We began to work with the minis as directed. Basically, women between the ages of eleven to mid forties were handed to Ramone to be tattooed and placed in their appropriate distribution bins. Men were pushed down the disposal, and some of the younger boys were saved due to some of the members of the VIP room.
“Oooooo look at this.” Said Rosa with a little giggle. She pulled out a naked man in one hand and in the other was a woman, obviously in the final trimester of her pregnancy. Rosa reached her hand holding the struggling woman towards my son. “Give these titties a suck kid. The milk is something you won’t believe.”
Surprisingly my son didn’t even hesitate. He took the woman from Rosa’s hand and placed both of the women’s breasts into his mouth. I watched as his mouth sucked on the women’s breasts as she screamed, even though her arms were pressed against her side. As this happened Rosa looked at the man in her other hand. “Guess you two were looking for a final vacation before delivery, I bet this is a surprise.” She shook her hand a little as the man pleaded to her in a language I didn’t understand.
Rosa lifted her hand to my son again, “Give me back that little cow kid, I need those titties still plump.”
My son returned the mini woman, wiping some of the milk from his lips. The mini woman was now in tears. He husband in Rosa’s other hand was trying to say something caring to his wife. Rosa hearing this smiled and with out a word shoved the man headfirst into the garbage disposal. His legs spinning as the blades cut into his body. Quickly he was gone, and the woman began screaming again.
Ramon spoke up. “Hey, careful with her, “pregs” bring good money to Louie.”
“Only when it happens on the floor.” She flipped the woman in her hands, so her bottom half was exposed. “But she’s showed us she’s a breeder so let get her ready for a new one.” With that Rosa licked her long-nailed pinky finger and started to insert it into the women’s pussy.
I had to turn my head as the mini woman screamed as she felt Rosa’s nail scrap against her uterine walls. “Congratulations little one.” Rosa laughed “It’s a boy.” I felt the flick of Rosa’s and, and a sickening noise of something hitting the bottom of the sink. Rosa looked at the woman sobbing from pain and loss. “Oh shut up bitch.” She held the girl upside down under the running water forcing the cleaning fluid till it no longer showed red.
She brought the coughing woman up to her face with a smile. “I know a great cure for an empty womb little one. It’s getting it filled again.” She looked up at us, “One of my regulars son brought in his hamster, a few hours in a cage will help her forget.” She laughed and looked down at the mini woman with an evil grin, “A hamster cock will be a good step to getting back on the cock wagon.” With that Rosa turned to walk out of the kitchen. Ramon raised his voice and call out to her back.
“Wait Rosa,” Ramone said, “We need to get her logged in.”
Rosa looked back with a grin, “Don’t worry Ramone,” we smiled, “She’ll be back in no time. Hamsters fuck and come like virgin boys.” And with that she walked through the doors to the floor.
Ramone sighed and looked to us. “Let’s get back to work.”
It took us around forty-five minutes to sort out the minis from all the bins. The pleading, crying, and screams of terror became nothing more than a buzz. I had become numb. I didn’t even notice my son, walk to the bathroom with a mini in his hand and come back with the sobbing woman covered in cum.
When the bins were empty, we had to get back to work on the back log of minis from the floor. Some had been waiting since the bins had arrived. Many had the cum encrusted on them, or the amount of fluid was to much to fully solidify so it was the consistency of glue.
Rosa entered in the kitchen, and as she passed Ramone asked about the mini she had taken. Rosa gave a flip of her hand and stated that the last she saw the woman was on all fours getting some hamster cock shoved into her. Ramone reminded her to make sure she got her back by end of day.
It was close to three hours till Isabella walked back in and reached under her skirt and pulled out the little girl and placed her on the counter. The girl didn’t move. She just laid there motionless, the only thing that indicated she was alive was the movement of her chest. Isabella didn’t look at the girl, she just looked at us. “Clean her up fast, I have a client that wants to bring this on to the VIP room.”
Ramone knew and order when it was spoken. He picked the girl up and applied the standard cleaning we gave all girls. If she was a virgin, she wasn’t anymore.
When she was processed, Isabella passed by and picked her up and went back to the floor. As she passed through the door Rosa entered into the kitchen. When she saw Ramone, she stopped and put her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with sudden thought.
“Oh my gosh.” She said with a little grin, “That family with the hamster cashed our when I was on break.” She huffed, that little brat probably waited till one of the other girls was covering for me. She chuckled, “That girl is not having a good day; shrunken to a mini, husband ground into garbage, forced late term abortion, hamster raped, and now probably spending time as jack-meat for a teen age boy.” Rosa was making jerking motions with her hand as she was finishing her sentence.
“Jesus Rosa,” exclaimed Ramone “We could get in trouble for that.”
“Don’t worry babe.” Rosa placed her hand on his shoulder. “Louie isn’t going to care. Tonight, has been a good night, even with having to pay for the special delivery. He’s keeping the VIP open after hours even.”
“O.k.” Ramone was placated a little. He looked up at the clock. “It’s almost closing time anyway.”
With horror I realized that I’ve been working and hadn’t seen my wife. I mentioned this to Ramone, he shrugged. “Basically dude, if they have her in the VIP room still open, we won’t get a chance to see who’s in there till tomorrow morning.” He waved to what looked to be the few minis being brought into by the bus-staff; “Let’s finish these last few minis and get out of here. You and your son can crash at my place and tomorrow we can see if your woman shows up.”
I didn’t know of any other option. We finished the few minis that were coming in. Many looked to be from the bins, the expressions on the faces I saw told me of that things were done to them that they could only set as a nightmare, hoping the wake up from. I guess within a few days they will realize that they are not in a dream. I could only think what had been done to them by the customers. As we finished up, I pulled the mini out of my pants to wash and have put away. My son did the same.
We walked out of the restaurant into the night air. Ramone lived only a few blocks away and had a fairly well-furnished apartment. Me and my son laid down to sleep. I listened to the noise of the city outside, as I drifted to sleep, I could only be worried about my wife and if I would find her, or worse yet; what she was enduring in the VIP room.
Next chapter of the story. Again, mush thanks to ShrinkMaster.
Chapter 3
We walked up to the door and knocked. An eye slit opened almost immediately and a pair of eyes looked out at us.
“How can I help you gentlemen?” came a voice.
“We are looking for our wives, they were shrunk today at the airport.” I replied.
“Sorry ‘bout that buddy, but minis are kept at the Airport till claimed by their loved ones, you know that.”
“Well we rode with a delivery man bringing minis to this location.” I replied.
A double-barreled shotgun came out of the slot and I heard a distinct sound of a hammer being drawn back. “I think you need to go and not come back” came the voice with a certain hiss.
“would suggest that you step away from the door and move on.” The voice behind the door spoke.
All three of us picked up our hands and walked stepped away from the door. We walked a little down the road from the door and sat on the curb our heads and moral low.
The man we were with, stood up and looked at both of us. “I’ve got to do something; I’m going to get to the closest police station and report this.” He started to walk away.
I wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say. My son looked to me, “should be go with him dad?” he asked.
“I don’t know if the cops will help, let’s just think for a moment what we may be able to do.” I replied.
We both watched the man turn the corner and walk out of our site. I never got his name and would probably never see him again.
The gate to the building opened and we saw the truck that had brought us there roll out. The driver saw us sitting on the curb and stopped his truck and leaned out of the window. “No luck getting in?” he asked.
We both must have had a look of desperation and depression because he paused and looked at both of us.
“Guys I don’t know if it will help, but I am about to get coffee with some other drivers who deliver minis like me, maybe they could help you out. No promises, but better than nothing.”
We thanked him and hoped into the truck which drove away. We asked the driver to turn the corner to see if we could catch up with the member of our group whom left us, but we saw nobody as we tried to follow what would have been his path.
“He must have found a cab and took off” offered the driver. “Let’s move on.”
We agreed and headed to the coffee shop as planned.
He introduced himself as Eddie, and he drove part time at night to get a little extra cash. He explained the same was for some of the the drivers we would be talking to. It was a short drive to the diner and as my son and I waked in we took a seat at a booth where another man was already seated having a sandwich and coffee.
The man’s name was Greg, like Eddie he drove part time to make ends meet. No sooner had we finished the introductions and starting conversation when another man walked up to the table and sat down. His name was Giles, and in his hand, he carried a paper bag that upon closer inspection seemed to be moving. The waitress took our orders of sandwiches and coffee.
Eddie explained our plight to the other two and they seemed to be sympathetic to our plight.
“The whole system is corrupt.” Said Gregor, “It’s gotten out of control, but it does let us make a living in both delivery and services.” He winked at Eddie with a little bit of disregard to our plight.
The waitress brought our food and a tall glass of ice water for Giles. When the waitress left the table, Giles brought the paper bag he carried and placed it on the table. He reached in and pulled out a shrunken woman. She was blond and nude. She immediately began to scream up at the giant that held her. Without a word Giles turned the woman upside down and placed her headfirst into the glass of ice water. The women’s entire body was submerged, only her legs were out. Giles held the one leg while the other jerked back and forth with panic.
“Jesus Giles,” said Eddie, “you got to be careful taking those for your own use, government doesn’t want us having them.”
Giles smiled and lifted the woman out of the water, she was coughing and choking from the experience. “My daughter needs a new doll. She let the dog get the other one.” He brought the face of the woman up to his. “Now are you going to be quiet as we enjoy our meal?” The woman began to say something but didn’t finish before she was back into the water. This time she was pushed deeper into the glass. Giles didn’t even look at the struggling woman. “My wife has been nagging me about it for a while, so I need to get some piece at home.”
“Well just watch yourself,” Spoke Gregor, “or you could end up just like her.”
My son and I were looking at the woman struggling in the water. Her movements were beginning to slow down as she was beginning to lose consciousness. Giles lifted her out of the water and spoke to her again. “So, are you going to be quiet?”
This time the woman just nodded. Giles placed her on the table next to the glass of water and handed a napkin to her to dry and wrap herself in. All of us looked at her a bit more, then it dawned on me, she was the wife of the man is was initially traveling
I pointed this out to Giles who protectively placed his hand on the mini before him. “Hmmmmm, that’s too bad mate, do you have a way to contact him?”
I replied that I didn’t but that he went to the police station and that I was sure that he could go there and track him down.
Giles just shrugged and picked the woman up and placed her in the paper bag. “Not going to do that,” he rolled up the top and stood up. “if I showed up at the station with a mini in my possession, they would throw me in the click. So sorry buddy, looks like your unknown friend is going to have to go on without his wife, and my little girl get a new doll, and my wife gets off my back. Win-Win for me.” He stood up and placed a few dollars on the table to cover his part of the meal. “I’ll will mention this, if this one was on the same flight as you your wife may have been with the batch I took to Big Louie’s place.”
Both Eddi and Gregor smiled. “That’s good news.” Said Eddie, “I drive by that place on my way home and can introduce you. He is actually a nice guy and usually will return minis to their rightful owners if they claim them.”
I saw some hope for the first time tonight. Giles wished us good luck, and goodbye and left the diner. Eddie quickly finished his meal and we were on our way.
As we drove through the city Eddie explained to me that Big Louie’s place was one to the most popular speakeasys serving the mini market.
“Is there really that big of a market?” I asked. I had heard of the technology, and even heard a bit of the controversy regarding its use, but till now I really hadn’t been part of the discussion.
“Are you kidding me?” asked Eddie with a smile in his voice. “You saw those college kids, that’s just a bit of what the mini market. There are whole factories where mini labor away at small devices and micro mechanics. And the place where we’re going today….” He shivered a little, “let’s just say the Louie is one of the more civilized places.”
We all stayed silent for the remainder of the drive. My thoughts as to what I would find kept going through my head.
We pulled up to a nondescript building and was met at a gate outside the parking lot. The man at the gate identified Eddie right away and with a few words of grating allowed him in. We soon found ourselves lead into the building by a larger man.
We walked through the double doors and entered into what would be best described as family restaurant. Many of the tables held single of groups of couples, but I did notice that at several tables were children of various age. I we weaved our way through the tables I also noticed that on all the tables were at least one or more mini.
All were women, and all were nude. Some were standing or dancing on the table entertaining the diners. However, several had the woman being abused in various ways from being dunked in sauces and being licked to having pieces of food, or fingers of the patrons at the table, being inserted into the woman’s orifices.
In the back of the restaurant we came to a larger booth, seated at the table was a very large, well-dressed man. At the table were two older Asian men seated and talking to themselves in quiet voices. Louie acknowledged our presence and indicated to us to sit down at the table.
The topic of the current discussion was obvious. Standing at the center of the table were four mini women. They were in string bikinis, barley covering up their body, but most noticeable was their bulging bellies indicating that they were in the final weeks of pregnancy. The woman stood side-by-side, their heads hung low, obviously broken and accepting what fait had done to them.
Louie polity held up his hand causing the gentlemen to halt their conversation and bring their attention back to himself.
“Gentlemen, please understand, the price is not negotiable, and you won’t find a better deal.” Louie tapped the table a few times with his fingers bringing the women out of their stupor and they all looked up at their current giant owner. “Please ladies, the suites.” Without a word the woman took off the bikinis uncovering what little of their flesh had been covered. Louie spun his finger around indicating the woman to follow suite giving the two men a view of their entire bodies. This was when I noticed that each had a tattoo on their left and right ass checks. Probably some form of identification.
“You will also find them very compliant.” Louie snapped his fingers, “Ladies, show these fine men how well you play together.” The woman immediately paired off and began to press their lips together. Squeezing and pressing the breasts and asses of each other. As we all watched the pace of the action increased in tempo.
The men they gave each other a final glance nodded and spoke in their language in what was obviously affirmation to whatever terms presented to them.
“Wonderful,” smiled Louie. “I will have them boxed and waiting for you at the front door.” Assistants suddenly appeared and quickly picked up the woman on the table and carried them off. Leaving the suits on the table, I got the feeling that they wouldn’t be needing them anyway. With nodes the two men stood up and left the table.
Watching the action, I finally noticed that all four of the women could not be over twenty years old. I did wonder how they had gotten in their current condition, but I then saw one of the waitresses walk by with a plastic container in her hands containing three minis covered from head to foot with what was obvious seaman. So, I concluded that if you spent your time covered head to toe in cum you couldn’t help but get pregnant.
Could this be the fate of my wife? To become inseminated by some giant rapist and sold to some old Asian man for god knows what.
Louie brought his full attention to us. “Eddie, what brings you here?”
Eddie quickly explained me and my son’s plight. Louie payed close attention and the look on his face showed concern. When Eddie finished Louie looked concerned.
“Gentlemen, I wish I could help you, but I really don’t have a mechanism to look for a specific mini in my place.”
“Could I look around, maybe she is on one of the tables?”
Louie held up both his hands and his face took on a serious look, “No…no…no”, my clientele value their privacy and would not appreciate the two of you going from table to table looking at what they and their minis were doing.”
My face must have reflected my disappointment.
Louie rubbed his chin in thought, “Well we could have the two of you work in the kitchen, we bring the minis through there to be cleaned up before we send them out to the next table. It would give you a great chance to see if your wife is here since we cycle through the girls two to three times a night.”
That each mini woman had to deal with two to three different tormentors awed my mind. No wonder the previous woman looked so broken.
My son and I agreed.
We said our thanks and good-byes to Eddie and were quickly escorted to the back of the club. I was still fascinated by the sights with the minis and the patrons of the club. The fact that some tables even had full families was something that I found hard to believe.
We passed through the doors into the kitchen and was greeted by a cacophony of noise and organized confusion. Typical of what a successful restaurant. They directed us to an are in the back where we were introduced to a young man by the name of Ramone.
He explained our roles really quite quickly. The minis, once the guests are done with them, are taken directly back to our area. We washed the dirty minis in the sinks provided, we had devices that looked pretty much like eye droppers that we inserted into the minis pussy and ass. This cleaned and disinfected the mini. We would inspect the mini for any injuries that would prevent them from redistribution. Finally, a little bit of hair removal cream to the pussys to make sure that they always remained clean and smooth. After a final rinse we placed them upon a conveyor belt that guided them through a dryer where they were placed in sorting boxes to be picked up by the waitresses to fill the orders of the guests.
Ramone was overjoyed to have our help. He put my son at the sorting section and he had me work with him to was the woman. There were several tubs of woman in various degrees of post use. I got to work right away, keeping an eye for my wife.
The first hour or so was pretty easy. I stumbled a few times, but by the fifth or sixth mini I got a flow going. Also, the minis seemed to be resigned to their plight and didn’t say much as their private areas were rubbed and violated by my fingers and eye dropper. I had even stopped being squeamish about the younger girls coming through. Some seemed to be barely over twelve and with their budding breasts they have been in grade school, not coated with cum and empty eyed like they were.
About a hour in I had one of the minis actually speak to me. She must had heard me mention something to my son because she reached out her hands and said, “Please help me.”
Initially I was stunned speechless, but Ramone must have heard and seen my reaction. “Dude, don’t talk to the mini’s remember they are all drug smugglers and criminals.” I looked at him and reminded him that my wife wasn’t a smuggler. “O.k., maybe not your wife, but it’s because of bitches like this that made the security necessary”
The woman looked up at me and pleaded, “I’m not a smuggler, my name is Sister Alisa from the catholic diocese of New York.”
Ramone grabbed the mini woman from my hand and laughed. “You a nun, no way the church would allow a slut-whore like you into the fold.”
“I was” screamed the woman as she was held upside down in Ramones hand.
“Bullshit, if you were a nun you ass wouldn’t have a tattoo, and your pussy wouldn’t be so clean. Only sluts are like that.”
“I was.” Screamed the woman again. “You did this to me. I was a virgin when I came in.”
Ramone was rubbing the woman with is thumbs when he paused for a second and pressed his fingers against the women’s belly. He then flipped her over and looked at the tattoo on her ass check. Then he started to laugh. “Well sister, you might have been a virgin when you can in, but you also were a fast breeder; because it looks like you’ve only been here for four months and are already knocked up.”
The womans’ face changed to disbelief, but Ramone kept on going “Looks like you took one to many spunk baths sweetie.” He reached for the tattoo gun that was sitting on the counter. He lifted the minis ass up closer so he could see, and he applied a new tattoo to the minis other check. He then spun the woman around and looked her in the eye. “Don’t worry bitch, you’ll still get to work the floor for a good six more months before we look for a buyer for you.”
The woman was in tears as the news of her plight sunk in. Ramone finished the cleaning process, but before placing her on the belt he smiled at me. “There are some benefits of working here.” With that he pulled open the waist of his pants and slid the screaming woman down into the front of his pants. He let the waistline snap back and with no humility he adjusted the miniature woman that was now face to face with his penis. He smiled a little as he found the right spot for the little woman next to his cock. He gave the bump a little tap and spoke down to it. “You better get that tongue working, or you and your baby will get fed to the dogs.” He smiled in response to what must have been the woman following directions, he gave me a wink and went back to work.
I followed suit, keeping my eyes open for my wife.
As I worked, Ramon’s words rang through my mind. These were drug dealers and smugglers, and it’s because of them that my wife was shrunk, and me and my son are in this place cleaning them for further use. To be honest I found myself getting angrier as I worked, more than ounce Ramone reminded me to go easy on the minis. Ramone stepped away to take a break, and when he returned, he had Sister Alisa in his hand. She was covered in cum yet again. Ramone processed the sobbing woman and placed her on the drying belt without a thought.
“You have to get going boys, it’s a busy night.” Came a female voice from behind me. It belonged to Juanita; she was the lead waitress of the six girls that worked the floor. We both looked at the minis waiting to be cleaned and to my surprise there weren’t’ many.
“We are cleaning as fast as we can Juanita, we just are falling short.” Answered Ramone.
“I told Louie a few hours ago.” Answered Juanita, “He said he was going to take care of it.”
Almost as if set up in a script, the door in the back of the kitchen opened and five men walked in. Each carrying two boxes that looked just like the ones that were used at the airport to carry off minis. The very one my wife must have found herself in.
When they were placed on the table and opened inside were minis of all ages and sex. They looked up at our giant faces with fear and confusion. They were all naked, and family units that had been able to stay together were hugging each other in support.
I asked Ramone as to the origin of what had to be easily three hundred minis. He just shrugged and said that when supplies get to low, Louie had contacts in high places. High enough to have a plane get pulled off the tarmac, its passengers shrunk, and then shipped here. The plane will be declared lost with all hands.
I must have had a look of disbelief on my face ‘cause Ramone just laughed and said to not thing about it too much and we had work to do.
He explained to my son and me that the first thing we needed to do was separate the minis that won’t be of use on the floor. “Let me show you.” He said as he gazed down into the crowd of the first bin. “Oh, here we go.” He reached in a pulled out an elderly couple that had been cowering in the corner. He held them both in one and and showed them to us. “Basically, if you don’t think someone would want to fuck them, we toss them.” He then pushed the two headfirst into the garbage disposal at the bottom of the sink. I saw their legs move in panic, but that stopped really quick when he stepped on the button on the floor in front the sink and activated the blades within the disposal. Within a few seconds their remains were gone.
My son and I were shocked at what we saw. Ramone looked into the bin and saw something that caught his eye. “It doesn’t mean we have to be bored as we work.” He reached in and pulled out three minis.
He placed the minis on the counter before us. There was woman in her late thirties, long blond hair, large breasts and a trim hourglass figure. She had her arm wrapped around two younger girls, both also blonde, one looked to be around fifteen the other just a toddler. All three were nude and tracks of dried tears on their faces.
“Stand apart and let’s have a good look at you lovely ladies” said Ramone. The three minis complied and stood shoulder and shoulder hands covering their private parts. “Please lower your hands girls.” Again, all hands went to their sides. Ramone reached and picked up the mother of the two girls. He held the woman in his left hand, and with his right he pointed to a scare on the women’s stomach, right above her cleanly shaved bald pussy.
“See this?” he smiled at us, “That’s a caesarian scare. Looks like this mini wanted to keep her snatch nice and tight instead of pushing these two out the normal way.”
He brought her face to his. “How is that pussy girl, nice and tight?” He brought his pinky to his mouth and wetted it in his mouth. “Let’s take a look.” He placed his pinky against the women’s pussy and slowly inserted it into her body. The woman screamed in response to this violation of her private area. With little twists the finger went nearly up to the knuckle till it hit a stopping point. The woman was sobbing, and a bulge in her belly was clearly visible. Ramone smiled and winked at us, “Yup, she was tight all right, but give a few weeks on the floor and it won’t be any different from the others.”
He pulled his finger out of the woman, eliciting a grunt, and dropped the woman on the counter next to her children. They both ran to her and hugged her yet again, and it looked as if more tears were about to begin.
Ramone grabbed the middle girl, brought her up to his face and gave her body a full tongued lick form crotch the face. She was still spitting out some of his saliva as he pushed her down on the table, belly up, with his palm on her body he used his thumb and forefinger to force her legs apart.
“Hey,” Ramone snapped his fingers bringing attention from the young woman to his face. “Look mom, that pussy isn’t going to lick itself.”
A questioning look came over the women’s’ face. Ramone reached and grabbed the women’s’ blond hair behind her head and squeezed with his thumb and finger bringing the women’s’ hair tight against her scalp. She screamed in pain, but Ramone had an answer to this. “Use that mouth for licking not making noise bitch.” He pressed the women’s face directly into her daughters’ snatch. Ramone pressed so hard that the mothers air supply was blocked by her daughters’ flesh. He kept her pressed into the suffocating position for almost a minute, till panic started to show on the mother’s body. Ramone pulled back the women’s face and spoke again “let’s see some action bitch, or your daughter will feel your last breath in her womb, and I’ll make your other daughter do the work right next to your dead body.”
With the situation clearly explained, the woman began to gently apply licks, and kisses to her daughters vaginal opening. However, with Ramones encouragement, and his application of pressure by his finger, she began to press her tongue deeper into the girls slit. Seeing the action going, Ramone stood up straight and smiled at me and my son, “looks like we got those two sluts walking down the right path.” He winked again, “mother-daughter combos are big on the floor.”
We watched for a few seconds and Ramone grabbed the toddler. He brought her up to his face and gave the girl a good crotch to face lick. He put her down back down on the table in front of us and slid the girl face up between the legs of her mother currently servicing her daughter.
The little girl clearly wasn’t able to process what was being done to her and as a result was hysterical. High pitched screams were coming from between the older women’s legs, Ramone was quickly annoyed and pressed down on the mother’s hips forcing her pussy to encompass her little girls face. Once again on of the trio was brought almost to the edge of passing out when Ramone relented.
“Hey bitch, you better tell you little brat to shut up and get licking.” He hissed down at the woman.
She looked up with pleading eyes, “Please, she’s only eleven years old.”
Ramon stood up and looked into the bin. He saw and mother and father standing with their arms wrapped around their daughter. The girl looked younger than the girl on the table and was perfect for what he had in mind. He reached down and grabbed the little girl, ignoring the attempts by her parents to prevent what was happening. He hung the girl over the three girls and readdress them.
“See this bitch, how old do you think she is?” he smiled and looked at the bin he had gotten her, “Lets find out.” He retrieved the girl’s mom and held her in his other hand. “how is your daughter bitch?” The woman was crying but was able to squeak out “She’s eight years old, don’t hurt her.”
He looked back to the three on the table. “You see here, we have no real use for girls this young on the floor, so we get rid of them.” And with that he tossed the screaming girl into the sink. She was quickly washed away by the running water into the garbage disposal, the sound of the blades changed a little as they dealt with the small piece of meat and bone, then they fell back to the low-level purr.
The now chopped girl’s mother screamed at the sight of her daughter being tossed away like so much waste. I got the feeling I was going to hear a lot of those screams tonight. Ramone looked at the woman, she was attractive and would be needed on the floor, so he put her back into the bins. I couldn’t help but notice that it was a different one than she came from and where her husband was.
Ramone, seeing that his point had been made looked back at the trio. “I’ll make it easy, tell your little bitch daughter to get chewing on her sister’s pussy. You help her out by giving showing her first. I think the two of you should be able to get that little bitch doing things right in no time.”
The tree started to move to their assigned positions when we heard a female’s voice come from behind. “Have you guys got to working on those new minis? We need them on the floor --what the shit is going on?
It was Isabella, she was the lead waitress on the floor and basically ran the restaurant for Louie. She was blond, in her middle thirties, but did look younger. She was wearing the uniform of the waitresses, a tight-fitting blouse with a pushup bra displaying a large set of fake breasts. Accompanied by a miniskirt that barely covered what should be covered by a skirt, and black garters and stockings. A very sexy combo. However, she was not sexy right now, just business.
She surveyed what was going on and looked at all three of us. “Why are you guys fucking around when there is work to be done?” Ramone was about to speak, but she held up her hand stopping him talking, “I don’t want to hear, and I don’t care.”
She looked down at the three woman and the action going on. She picked up the youngest girl and gave her a look top to bottom. She looked at all three of us and smiled, “You really think this little one is going to do a good job eating pussy?”
She looked at the girl with a soft look in her eyes, “Honey, have you ever even kissed a boy?” The girl looked back at the first giant friendly face she had seen yet. She shook her head indicating that she had not. “Well little one; don’t you worry about that.” She continued in a soothing voice. “By the end of this week you’ll have seen more dicks and pussy than most woman see is their whole lifetime, but first, let’s get you started.”
This woman had no shame. She lifted the front of her skirt showing a small black thong. She used her hand to move the front of her panties exposing a clean-shaven pussy to all three of us. She looked up and smiled “like what you see?” she looked down at the girl in her hand, “you’re going to get a way better view.” Isabella took the now screaming girl and inserted her up to her pussy till only the girls thrashing legs were seen. Isabella adjusted the crotch of her panties between the girl’s legs guaranteeing that she wouldn’t fall out.
Isabella lowered the front of her skirt and gave a little shiver to her body. “When they panic it really feels great.” She looked down at the two girls on the table then to us. “You guys get going, or I’ll have Louie put you on the table with your heads between each other legs.”
She turned and walked away. We watched her walk out to the floor, and no sooner did the door of her exit close that Rosa came up to our table. “She can be a bit of a bitch, but you guys really need to get going. It’s crazy busy tonight, and the VIP room is hoping as well.” She scanned the bins. “These little ones are all going to be needed.”
We began to work with the minis as directed. Basically, women between the ages of eleven to mid forties were handed to Ramone to be tattooed and placed in their appropriate distribution bins. Men were pushed down the disposal, and some of the younger boys were saved due to some of the members of the VIP room.
“Oooooo look at this.” Said Rosa with a little giggle. She pulled out a naked man in one hand and in the other was a woman, obviously in the final trimester of her pregnancy. Rosa reached her hand holding the struggling woman towards my son. “Give these titties a suck kid. The milk is something you won’t believe.”
Surprisingly my son didn’t even hesitate. He took the woman from Rosa’s hand and placed both of the women’s breasts into his mouth. I watched as his mouth sucked on the women’s breasts as she screamed, even though her arms were pressed against her side. As this happened Rosa looked at the man in her other hand. “Guess you two were looking for a final vacation before delivery, I bet this is a surprise.” She shook her hand a little as the man pleaded to her in a language I didn’t understand.
Rosa lifted her hand to my son again, “Give me back that little cow kid, I need those titties still plump.”
My son returned the mini woman, wiping some of the milk from his lips. The mini woman was now in tears. He husband in Rosa’s other hand was trying to say something caring to his wife. Rosa hearing this smiled and with out a word shoved the man headfirst into the garbage disposal. His legs spinning as the blades cut into his body. Quickly he was gone, and the woman began screaming again.
Ramon spoke up. “Hey, careful with her, “pregs” bring good money to Louie.”
“Only when it happens on the floor.” She flipped the woman in her hands, so her bottom half was exposed. “But she’s showed us she’s a breeder so let get her ready for a new one.” With that Rosa licked her long-nailed pinky finger and started to insert it into the women’s pussy.
I had to turn my head as the mini woman screamed as she felt Rosa’s nail scrap against her uterine walls. “Congratulations little one.” Rosa laughed “It’s a boy.” I felt the flick of Rosa’s and, and a sickening noise of something hitting the bottom of the sink. Rosa looked at the woman sobbing from pain and loss. “Oh shut up bitch.” She held the girl upside down under the running water forcing the cleaning fluid till it no longer showed red.
She brought the coughing woman up to her face with a smile. “I know a great cure for an empty womb little one. It’s getting it filled again.” She looked up at us, “One of my regulars son brought in his hamster, a few hours in a cage will help her forget.” She laughed and looked down at the mini woman with an evil grin, “A hamster cock will be a good step to getting back on the cock wagon.” With that Rosa turned to walk out of the kitchen. Ramon raised his voice and call out to her back.
“Wait Rosa,” Ramone said, “We need to get her logged in.”
Rosa looked back with a grin, “Don’t worry Ramone,” we smiled, “She’ll be back in no time. Hamsters fuck and come like virgin boys.” And with that she walked through the doors to the floor.
Ramone sighed and looked to us. “Let’s get back to work.”
It took us around forty-five minutes to sort out the minis from all the bins. The pleading, crying, and screams of terror became nothing more than a buzz. I had become numb. I didn’t even notice my son, walk to the bathroom with a mini in his hand and come back with the sobbing woman covered in cum.
When the bins were empty, we had to get back to work on the back log of minis from the floor. Some had been waiting since the bins had arrived. Many had the cum encrusted on them, or the amount of fluid was to much to fully solidify so it was the consistency of glue.
Rosa entered in the kitchen, and as she passed Ramone asked about the mini she had taken. Rosa gave a flip of her hand and stated that the last she saw the woman was on all fours getting some hamster cock shoved into her. Ramone reminded her to make sure she got her back by end of day.
It was close to three hours till Isabella walked back in and reached under her skirt and pulled out the little girl and placed her on the counter. The girl didn’t move. She just laid there motionless, the only thing that indicated she was alive was the movement of her chest. Isabella didn’t look at the girl, she just looked at us. “Clean her up fast, I have a client that wants to bring this on to the VIP room.”
Ramone knew and order when it was spoken. He picked the girl up and applied the standard cleaning we gave all girls. If she was a virgin, she wasn’t anymore.
When she was processed, Isabella passed by and picked her up and went back to the floor. As she passed through the door Rosa entered into the kitchen. When she saw Ramone, she stopped and put her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with sudden thought.
“Oh my gosh.” She said with a little grin, “That family with the hamster cashed our when I was on break.” She huffed, that little brat probably waited till one of the other girls was covering for me. She chuckled, “That girl is not having a good day; shrunken to a mini, husband ground into garbage, forced late term abortion, hamster raped, and now probably spending time as jack-meat for a teen age boy.” Rosa was making jerking motions with her hand as she was finishing her sentence.
“Jesus Rosa,” exclaimed Ramone “We could get in trouble for that.”
“Don’t worry babe.” Rosa placed her hand on his shoulder. “Louie isn’t going to care. Tonight, has been a good night, even with having to pay for the special delivery. He’s keeping the VIP open after hours even.”
“O.k.” Ramone was placated a little. He looked up at the clock. “It’s almost closing time anyway.”
With horror I realized that I’ve been working and hadn’t seen my wife. I mentioned this to Ramone, he shrugged. “Basically dude, if they have her in the VIP room still open, we won’t get a chance to see who’s in there till tomorrow morning.” He waved to what looked to be the few minis being brought into by the bus-staff; “Let’s finish these last few minis and get out of here. You and your son can crash at my place and tomorrow we can see if your woman shows up.”
I didn’t know of any other option. We finished the few minis that were coming in. Many looked to be from the bins, the expressions on the faces I saw told me of that things were done to them that they could only set as a nightmare, hoping the wake up from. I guess within a few days they will realize that they are not in a dream. I could only think what had been done to them by the customers. As we finished up, I pulled the mini out of my pants to wash and have put away. My son did the same.
We walked out of the restaurant into the night air. Ramone lived only a few blocks away and had a fairly well-furnished apartment. Me and my son laid down to sleep. I listened to the noise of the city outside, as I drifted to sleep, I could only be worried about my wife and if I would find her, or worse yet; what she was enduring in the VIP room.