by Hand-Holder » Sun Jun 04, 2023 3:58 pm
Chapter 22
If something could yet, at this point, be capable of making little sexy Victoria's world come crumbling down, it surely were the janitor's next dictated words. He thundered them, ominous and rude, while carelessly unwinding the many rounds of sewing line around the CEO's little torso, releasing her tiny body into the table, her legs shaking and failing her, as she surrenders into a tired and helpless pose on all fours.
- In half an hour from now you will get yourself completely naked, because we are going to eat a very long and fine meal, very soon, very close together, no fast food today.
And before she even reacts, the previous jar comes to constrain her, once again, in standing position, right at the table.
Victoria found herself confined within the thin, tall transparent jar, unable to sit or lay down comfortably. It was a confining space that restricted her movement and made her feel trapped. She peered out of the crystal clear walls, her gaze fixed on Mark as he meticulously arranged a lavish dinner on the table before her. Mark´s ray gun granted him the freedom to shrink whatever he wanted, easily transport it in tiny convenient size, than later return stuff to it´s normal size, when needed. Nothing was out of his reach, to calmly setup now, at the little CEO´s reclaimed office.
With meticulous precision, Mark placed exquisite china plates, gleaming silverware, and crystal glasses on the table. He adorned the space with delicate flowers, ensuring every detail was perfect. Candles were carefully positioned, their flickering flames casting a warm and inviting glow across the room. The tantalizing aroma of the prepared dishes filled the air, teasing Victoria's senses.
As Victoria observed Mark's careful preparations, she felt a mixture of frustration and bare curiosity. The elegance and effort put into the dinner probably meant they would take their time eating and not many torments would be imposed. She watched as Mark moved with purpose, his every action emphasizing the stark contrast between their sizes and their roles in this peculiar scenario.
While Victoria remained confined within the jar, still dressed in her bikini and sandals, Mark seemed unaffected by her presence. His focus was solely on creating the perfect ambiance for the evening ahead. It was a reminder of the power imbalance between them, where he held control over her destiny. Being naked during a whole long dinner, in front of the giant janitor, was always a bad prospect at all, since sometimes he could loose control over himself, but a dinner is a dinner and one of the best ways for people to put aside other urges.
As the minutes ticked by, Victoria's anticipation grew, unsure of what awaited her once the dinner was ready. She wondered if this elaborate setup was another part of Mark's calculated plan or if there was a glimmer of slight humanity beneath his façade, now the weekend was at mid-way. In her temporary captivity, she could only watch and wait, her emotions a whirlwind of apprehension and curiosity. Could she somehow manage to reach an agreement before Monday brought Hiroshima in ???
She was a harsh tactic negotiator, so surely the would always be a way, no matter how strange or twisted, to settle an agreement, she could give him 100.000$ or even quite more, if he just left her alone, unshrunk her and left for good, with no videos exposed, hell, she could manage to get him a Million Dollars if the deal really was worth it. But simply trying to buy her way out was obviously a no good tactic, because Mark was moved by convictions and not greed at all. He had still time to annoy her to her core, but that also meant she head still time also, to figure him out and turn things around.
A bright light at the end of the tunnel suddenly grew down on her, she was not a relative young CEO of that multinational, by being only a good negotiator and manipulator, she was a genius at both !!!
Mark meticulously set the table, ensuring every detail was in its rightful place. The ambiance was perfect, with soft candlelight casting dancing shadows across the room and a mouthwatering aroma lingering in the air. The dinner was ready, and Mark stood back, surveying his work with satisfaction.
Turning his attention to Victoria, who remained confined within the jar, he fixed her with a menacing gaze. With a hint of a smirk on his face, he asked her in a low, threatening tone if she was ready to take care of her own clothes or if he would have to do it himself once again.
His words hung in the air, filled with a mix of control and dominance. Victoria's heart raced as she contemplated her response. The memory of previous encounters flashed through her mind, reminding her of the consequences of defying his demands. She knew that resistance would only lead to further rages and consequent dangers.
Victoria swallowed hard. With a tinge of fear in her voice, she reluctantly replied that she would take care of her own clothes. It was a feeble attempt to assert some semblance of control over her own fate, even if it was a mere illusion.
Mark's eyes glinted with a combination of amusement and superiority as he observed her response. He held the ultimate authority over her, and his satisfaction was evident. As the dinner awaited them, Victoria couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation. She knew that her every move would be scrutinized, her compliance expected. Once again the more she could help to prolong the event, the less her time would be spent on active abuses and degradations.
Suddenly the giant stirred Victoria´s thoughts with the following words - I will take that jar away now and you have three simple choices, run across the table and jump to your death, run across the table to be grabbed and stripped by force to finally be thrown to the inside of my giant soup plate, or walk really close to me, slowly undress piece by piece and get ready to eat the soup.
As the cold hard glass is flown upwards by the janitor´s giant hand, the little CEO slowly walks towards him, getting boldly close, his half seated body towering over her with a giant spoon on his hand, merely gazing at her whole body and waiting, than with her head down in resignation and sadness, maybe in a twisted way to cause him some empathy, proceeds as he demanded, with the front of her perfect little body facing him.
Reaching for the upper bikini, she slowly and skillfully flexed her arms to reach for the thin strings and gently untied their little bow. Just like before, without rushing to pull it downwards, she leaned slightly to the front to allow the elegant piece to lean down loose, only than she carefully slid it down in a pace that managed to create an enticing show of her perky round tits to be revealed little by little, until it fell dow, leaving her precious nipples to tilt free and get enveloped by the fresh air of their exposure.
Before anything else, she paused, gazing slowly at the janitor and then down in her play of resigned submission. She than turned her backs to Mark, who allowed it patiently, sliding down her lower bikini in slow motion, allowing for the timely successive revelation of her perfectly round buttocks, turning her front slowly back to him, mid way of sliding the strings down along her delicate thighs, since she knew how important it was to let her tiny perfect pubic mount and little tight pussy, to be finally revealed facing his mesmerized obscene gaze.
The act of flexing over her own legs, to reach for the sandal´s little clutches, enhanced her whole figure and opened up, just a little bit, the narrow tight labia around her pussy, sending a hint of her inner slit, so tight and secretly hidden. She took her time with each sandal, feeling some relieve on the sensation of bare feet on the table´s smooth wood. All her well shaped womanhood was again exposed for the janitor, leaving no secrets to be kept, no sacred temples out of his obscene, devious and pervert reach.
Suddenly Mark erupts in a giant careless laugh, vast and loud and profane, all over her previous sacred office, such as spontaneous disdain for her, that his words had some difficulty to be articulated, yet Victoria just heard enough to be instantly hit by a whole running train of adrenaline and degradation. One of the giant´s hand was already over her little figure, enclosing fast and precise as usual, as the words started to turn all her reality upside down.
HA HA HA HA HAAA, You should have chosen the "run, be grabbed and be stripped" option, because it would spare you from putting up all that show, since you are going straight and right into my soup anyway, HA HA HA HA HAAA !!!
In an instant, her small figure was already enveloped by the warm and firm grip of his giant rugged fingers. The contrast between his colossal hand and her size always managed to send renewed shivers down her spine. It was never familiar, but always too much of a primal situation, too much unequal, too much overwhelming. The voluntary and purposed pressure of his grip, the irreducible strength of his hold, how she was effortlessly lifted from her space in forced vertigos. This time bare naked, It was a raw primal mixture of bare skin sensations, her whole body pressed from all sides against his palm, the sensation of the giant´s oversized rugged skin against her smooth own, and the pulsating awareness of her total vulnerability, as if she were a mere object shuffled under his whims.
Fear and anticipation mingled within her as she realized the extent of her physical vulnerability, just before being dropped without mercy into a giant plate of warm liquid soup, it simply left her breathless. The firmness of his grip conveyed his control, but the sudden opening of his grip, for her to fall, equally conveyed his control, she was nothing but a toy.
Chapter 22
If something could yet, at this point, be capable of making little sexy Victoria's world come crumbling down, it surely were the janitor's next dictated words. He thundered them, ominous and rude, while carelessly unwinding the many rounds of sewing line around the CEO's little torso, releasing her tiny body into the table, her legs shaking and failing her, as she surrenders into a tired and helpless pose on all fours.
- In half an hour from now you will get yourself completely naked, because we are going to eat a very long and fine meal, very soon, very close together, no fast food today.
And before she even reacts, the previous jar comes to constrain her, once again, in standing position, right at the table.
Victoria found herself confined within the thin, tall transparent jar, unable to sit or lay down comfortably. It was a confining space that restricted her movement and made her feel trapped. She peered out of the crystal clear walls, her gaze fixed on Mark as he meticulously arranged a lavish dinner on the table before her. Mark´s ray gun granted him the freedom to shrink whatever he wanted, easily transport it in tiny convenient size, than later return stuff to it´s normal size, when needed. Nothing was out of his reach, to calmly setup now, at the little CEO´s reclaimed office.
With meticulous precision, Mark placed exquisite china plates, gleaming silverware, and crystal glasses on the table. He adorned the space with delicate flowers, ensuring every detail was perfect. Candles were carefully positioned, their flickering flames casting a warm and inviting glow across the room. The tantalizing aroma of the prepared dishes filled the air, teasing Victoria's senses.
As Victoria observed Mark's careful preparations, she felt a mixture of frustration and bare curiosity. The elegance and effort put into the dinner probably meant they would take their time eating and not many torments would be imposed. She watched as Mark moved with purpose, his every action emphasizing the stark contrast between their sizes and their roles in this peculiar scenario.
While Victoria remained confined within the jar, still dressed in her bikini and sandals, Mark seemed unaffected by her presence. His focus was solely on creating the perfect ambiance for the evening ahead. It was a reminder of the power imbalance between them, where he held control over her destiny. Being naked during a whole long dinner, in front of the giant janitor, was always a bad prospect at all, since sometimes he could loose control over himself, but a dinner is a dinner and one of the best ways for people to put aside other urges.
As the minutes ticked by, Victoria's anticipation grew, unsure of what awaited her once the dinner was ready. She wondered if this elaborate setup was another part of Mark's calculated plan or if there was a glimmer of slight humanity beneath his façade, now the weekend was at mid-way. In her temporary captivity, she could only watch and wait, her emotions a whirlwind of apprehension and curiosity. Could she somehow manage to reach an agreement before Monday brought Hiroshima in ???
She was a harsh tactic negotiator, so surely the would always be a way, no matter how strange or twisted, to settle an agreement, she could give him 100.000$ or even quite more, if he just left her alone, unshrunk her and left for good, with no videos exposed, hell, she could manage to get him a Million Dollars if the deal really was worth it. But simply trying to buy her way out was obviously a no good tactic, because Mark was moved by convictions and not greed at all. He had still time to annoy her to her core, but that also meant she head still time also, to figure him out and turn things around.
A bright light at the end of the tunnel suddenly grew down on her, she was not a relative young CEO of that multinational, by being only a good negotiator and manipulator, she was a genius at both !!!
Mark meticulously set the table, ensuring every detail was in its rightful place. The ambiance was perfect, with soft candlelight casting dancing shadows across the room and a mouthwatering aroma lingering in the air. The dinner was ready, and Mark stood back, surveying his work with satisfaction.
Turning his attention to Victoria, who remained confined within the jar, he fixed her with a menacing gaze. With a hint of a smirk on his face, he asked her in a low, threatening tone if she was ready to take care of her own clothes or if he would have to do it himself once again.
His words hung in the air, filled with a mix of control and dominance. Victoria's heart raced as she contemplated her response. The memory of previous encounters flashed through her mind, reminding her of the consequences of defying his demands. She knew that resistance would only lead to further rages and consequent dangers.
Victoria swallowed hard. With a tinge of fear in her voice, she reluctantly replied that she would take care of her own clothes. It was a feeble attempt to assert some semblance of control over her own fate, even if it was a mere illusion.
Mark's eyes glinted with a combination of amusement and superiority as he observed her response. He held the ultimate authority over her, and his satisfaction was evident. As the dinner awaited them, Victoria couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation. She knew that her every move would be scrutinized, her compliance expected. Once again the more she could help to prolong the event, the less her time would be spent on active abuses and degradations.
Suddenly the giant stirred Victoria´s thoughts with the following words - I will take that jar away now and you have three simple choices, run across the table and jump to your death, run across the table to be grabbed and stripped by force to finally be thrown to the inside of my giant soup plate, or walk really close to me, slowly undress piece by piece and get ready to eat the soup.
As the cold hard glass is flown upwards by the janitor´s giant hand, the little CEO slowly walks towards him, getting boldly close, his half seated body towering over her with a giant spoon on his hand, merely gazing at her whole body and waiting, than with her head down in resignation and sadness, maybe in a twisted way to cause him some empathy, proceeds as he demanded, with the front of her perfect little body facing him.
Reaching for the upper bikini, she slowly and skillfully flexed her arms to reach for the thin strings and gently untied their little bow. Just like before, without rushing to pull it downwards, she leaned slightly to the front to allow the elegant piece to lean down loose, only than she carefully slid it down in a pace that managed to create an enticing show of her perky round tits to be revealed little by little, until it fell dow, leaving her precious nipples to tilt free and get enveloped by the fresh air of their exposure.
Before anything else, she paused, gazing slowly at the janitor and then down in her play of resigned submission. She than turned her backs to Mark, who allowed it patiently, sliding down her lower bikini in slow motion, allowing for the timely successive revelation of her perfectly round buttocks, turning her front slowly back to him, mid way of sliding the strings down along her delicate thighs, since she knew how important it was to let her tiny perfect pubic mount and little tight pussy, to be finally revealed facing his mesmerized obscene gaze.
The act of flexing over her own legs, to reach for the sandal´s little clutches, enhanced her whole figure and opened up, just a little bit, the narrow tight labia around her pussy, sending a hint of her inner slit, so tight and secretly hidden. She took her time with each sandal, feeling some relieve on the sensation of bare feet on the table´s smooth wood. All her well shaped womanhood was again exposed for the janitor, leaving no secrets to be kept, no sacred temples out of his obscene, devious and pervert reach.
Suddenly Mark erupts in a giant careless laugh, vast and loud and profane, all over her previous sacred office, such as spontaneous disdain for her, that his words had some difficulty to be articulated, yet Victoria just heard enough to be instantly hit by a whole running train of adrenaline and degradation. One of the giant´s hand was already over her little figure, enclosing fast and precise as usual, as the words started to turn all her reality upside down.
HA HA HA HA HAAA, You should have chosen the "run, be grabbed and be stripped" option, because it would spare you from putting up all that show, since you are going straight and right into my soup anyway, HA HA HA HA HAAA !!!
In an instant, her small figure was already enveloped by the warm and firm grip of his giant rugged fingers. The contrast between his colossal hand and her size always managed to send renewed shivers down her spine. It was never familiar, but always too much of a primal situation, too much unequal, too much overwhelming. The voluntary and purposed pressure of his grip, the irreducible strength of his hold, how she was effortlessly lifted from her space in forced vertigos. This time bare naked, It was a raw primal mixture of bare skin sensations, her whole body pressed from all sides against his palm, the sensation of the giant´s oversized rugged skin against her smooth own, and the pulsating awareness of her total vulnerability, as if she were a mere object shuffled under his whims.
Fear and anticipation mingled within her as she realized the extent of her physical vulnerability, just before being dropped without mercy into a giant plate of warm liquid soup, it simply left her breathless. The firmness of his grip conveyed his control, but the sudden opening of his grip, for her to fall, equally conveyed his control, she was nothing but a toy.