by Rocket » Tue Mar 12, 2024 7:10 pm
After lunch was spent cleaning up from the rescue – unloading the car and trunk, organizing all the stuff I bought for this adventure and figuring out what I could return, since I’d put all this on credit cards and the bill was eventually going to come due.
Sergeant Joe showed up by mid-afternoon to talk to the new rescuees. When I’d spoken with him earlier, he wasn’t happy with me – and went so far as to mumble about damn vigilantes at one point in the conversation. But once here, I could tell he’d thought more about it on the way - and at least seemed to concede my point that those two women were in immediate danger. Plus even I didn’t know for certain that they were there – it was the ONLY lead we had. There was no way the police could just raid the place on a ‘chance’ that they might be there. On top of that, the memories of the raid on the mansion – where Officer Keisha was shrunk and used as a hostage – were still fresh. So our method of going in covertly, was probably the best chance of these women being rescued.
I gathered up Kim and Erin and they let me carry them to the kitchen table to talk to Sarge. Becky wanted to come see her uncle of course, and before he’d gotten past his first question, I had all of the girls here wanting to sit in on the session. I helped each of them up to the table as they padded in.
The girls and I listened intently as both Erin and Kim gave their stories. They each described their kidnappers – or at least what they could discern. In both cases they were abducted at night by people in masks. In Kim’s case, one of them was hiding in her car and forced her at gunpoint to drive to a secluded area, where two others were waiting. That seemed to align with the stories of her going missing and her car being left in a parking lot. While neither of them had said hardly anything about their ordeal since the rescue – granted it had been early early this morning – Kim’s disappearance had been a news story.
For Erin, NONE of us knew much of anything – the police hadn’t even had enough to go on to link her to a missing person’s report. But she described her situation for all of us. She had a dream of going to college, had a scholarship lined up, but everything was sidetracked when her father was killed by a stray bullet from a drive-by shooting and she had to help her mother with her cleaning business just to make ends meet. So she’d decided the only way she’d get to college was to make more money.
Which she did at night. As an exotic dancer. HUH?
Despite her initial misgivings and her discomfort at dancing naked in front of a room full of men, she knew the money was good, and she’d been told (too often) that she had the body for it. So once she got over her nervousness and learned to ‘flaunt her assets’ as her coworkers described it, in three months she was pulling in really good tips. Enough that she had money set aside to cover her mother’s bills and had started saving up for college tuition. She hoped to finally start school in the fall. And then one night - er, very early morning after closing time, two men in masks followed her and abducted her during her short walk home.
In both their cases, they described being sedated, remembering only bits and pieces of being taken to some building downtown, a strange sensation and bright light, and then their next memories were of this big ugly guy with fowl breath, and the cage.
When Erin mentioned the container of cat litter in the corner of the cage, Cindy couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. She groaned and then blurted, “OH, if I NEVER see kitty litter again it’ll be too soon.”
Both Erin and Kim looked at her, perhaps realizing on a deeper level that their experience wasn’t entirely unique. That was good in a sense, if it would lead to bonding between the girls – and their shared ordeals.
I kept my mouth shut and let them continue, Kim and Erin each describing how they were treated and what little they were fed. Erin seemed to be used more often for sexual acts – which I could believe given how we found her. For Kim, it seemed clear he had a dual purpose – not only control and sexual conquests to stoke his ego, but torture in response to her looking into some of his shady business practices. I honestly had no idea myself whether the cases just weren’t pursued or if someone else had actually bothered reviewing the files and continuing her investigation where she left off. I didn’t think anyone else knew either. She did describe sexual acts – for her captor, as well as being forced to perform on herself or together with Erin for his amusement. There were some similarities to what Becky and Cindy – and Melanie for that matter - went through.
But the torture Kim described was difficult to hear – talk of being held upside down, wrapped in a string, and dunked in toilet water – regardless of what was already … in there. Or held over a cat or a gerbil so they could sniff or scratch at her or bat her around. Or being squeezed in his hand until she either passed out or gave in to whatever demand or request he made at the time – such as pleading for her life, or apologizing for ever looking into his finances, or worshiping him. That one seemed to amuse him often. What a jerk.
Though it certainly explained having so many bruises.
Sarge looked uncomfortable hearing some of that, though I supposed he was used to it at some level, given his line of work and how many victim statements he’d probably taken in his career. I didn’t know if he typically did that now anymore, or if this was a special situation with our shrunken victims – a situation that the police department was trying to keep out of the public eye, more out of fear that people would find out about them and try to take them, than about the fact that shrinking was even possible. Knowing as I did – and Sarge did now – that the shrinking process required an element so extremely rare that it was unknown on this planet. The tiny amount that was used in the machine, was extracted from the inside of a very unusual meteorite.
As Sarge was wrapping up, he did indicate that he felt he had enough to pursue a search warrant of the compound. I indicated that time may be short, given how hard they worked at hiding the existence of the place, and there was a risk of this NXT fleeing. They certainly knew now that SOMEONE knew the compound was there, and NXT certainly knew that ‘someone’ had discovered he had Kim and Erin – given they would have been missing when he woke up. He surely wouldn’t have missed that. And it had been more than half a day since we escaped with them. Yes it was out of my hands now, but still, I’d rather NXT not get away. He was so secretive that we didn’t even know his full name yet.
And lastly, I mentioned privately to Sarge, “If it’s of any use, I did snap a few pictures during the rescue.” I was torn whether to mention these to Erin or Kim – especially Erin, as she might be pretty embarrassed (or probably mortified) that a picture of her naked, covered in cum and rubber-banded to a flacid dick, even existed. And then angry with me for having taken it. Though this WAS the way I found her – and – hell, I was the one that had to literally cut her naked body loose from that flacid dick. And then wipe some of the wet cum off her (onto the bedsheets) before I tried putting her in my bag. I did feel bad for Melanie and Keisha for having to hold on tight right next to her for at least half an hour after that – she probably reeked of cum at that point – but there wasn’t anything more I could have done at the time. It was just plain nasty. But I knew this was the only time we’d ever be able to get pictures – and I didn’t know whether they’d be important in making the case, either to go after this NXT character, or perhaps the girls might be able to file a civil suit and get some money out of the guy. It was obvious he HAD money.
He stopped with a jolt. “Pictures?”
“Of this guy we think is NXT, the cage, and … umm … what he was doing at the time we found him.”
He squinted at me. “And how did you take pictures in the middle of this … whatever it is you did?”
“Knockout gas.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I made it myself. A formula I developed in college. It’s pretty safe, but I was trying … not to have to fight anyone.”
He grunted and then mumbled under his breath about me being a damn vigilante again. I tried to ignore it and pulled out my phone to show him the three pics I took, in-case they might be important. Kim was already in my bag before I’d pulled the phone out, so the cage was empty, but Erin was still … in bondage. He muttered “Shit” as he saw that. Rather than have me text the pics, he asked if I had any way to print them here. So I transmitted them to the office printer and went back to pick them up before he left. He also said for the next couple days, he’d have a patrol car in the neighborhood in-case these thugs working for NXT figured out where we were, before the police could round them up.
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After Sarge left, I went back to help the girls back down off the table, and asked Kim if she’d like me to wrap her leg in a cast. She was amenable to letting me try, and like last time, Erin stayed around for support. I went back to my first aid box under the bathroom sink and grabbed a roll of adhesive gauze, that I’d almost forgotten I had. For someone like me it couldn’t replace a cast, but in Kim’s case, with her tiny legs and tiny muscles, the thick gauze with glue embedded in it would probably be strong enough to act as a cast.
“Okay, let’s lay your leg flat and take a look at it.” She groaned as I touched it, and I carefully snipped away the tape holding the popsicle sticks against her leg, fearing it would hurt a lot more if I pulled at it. Then I gently coated her leg in petroleum jelly while I examined it, noting she still had a lot of bruises – some purple, some turning bronze already. The lubricant would help keep the skin moist, but also keep it from sticking to the gauze – which would make it easier when it came time to remove the cast. She lay down flat on her back and let me work, seeming to trust me a little more than earlier – at least enough that she didn’t feel she had to watch every move I made. Though Erin was there to watch me as well. Laying in that position, with her other leg bent at the knee, left me with a view of her nether regions under the skirt, though I tried not to make it too obvious as I worked on her leg.
I slid the gauze under the leg and then began to wrap it, very gently lifting her whole leg together with one hand while I slid the tape roll under – which was a little challenging considering the width of the roll was about 8 or 9 inches to her perspective. Kim was surprisingly patient with me as I carefully wrapped her leg, from knee to ankle. A few passes around and the gauze was thick enough to serve its purpose, keeping her from being able to move her leg until the bone could heal. Which given it wasn’t broken through, I hoped would be much faster. For at least a couple weeks though, she’d be hobbling around.
“I can try and come up with something you can use as a crutch, but for the moment are you alright with me carrying you around?”
She snorted. “After how I was umm … handled … ” she scrunched her nose “… the last three weeks, it’s … refreshing for someone to even bother asking. And … we do appreciate your help.”
Erin asked, “How is your … “ she waved towards my side. “Didn’t you get shot last night?”
“Yeah. It hurts, but it could have been a lot worse. And it’s not the first.”
“Oh?” she asked, clearly trying to prompt more out of me. I thought the girls had filled them in on some of this already, but there was a lot going on – and both of them were in a daze for at least part of the trip back, and perhaps for part of the time since. So I indulged them.
“The worst was after we’d rescued Cindy and Becky from the lab these people had set up in an underground bunker north of here. The police raided that property the next day – which is when Keisha was taken hostage – but several of these thugs, including one of the scientists, either weren’t there at the time or made it out, I’m not sure. So they went after Andrew – Cindy’s husband – and beat him half to death trying to find out where WE were. Luckily the car they used still had a tracker on it – LONG story – and I was able to figure out where they went, in time for them to rescue Andrew. He’s still in the hospital, by the way – multiple broken bones, punctured organs, he required multiple surgeries and a week and a half in ICU. But half a day later they came HERE, looking for me, for the girls, and for the element that’s critical to making their machine work. There’s no other known source on the planet.”
“They came HERE?” blurted Kim.
I nodded. “Yeah, but we have a panic room here – tell the others to show you when you get a chance. I built it to be hidden where they can’t easily get to it – or find it – but it’s set up to be livable for a little while if necessary. Water, snacks, light, even a display that ties into the security cameras, and a way to send short text messages.”
Kim raised her eyebrows. “I’d really love to see that.”
“And you should know how to find it, the whole purpose is to keep you all safe if someone breaks in. But getting back to the initial question, they came here and ripped up my office and had me tied up to question. While they were distracted I broke free – somewhat – and tried running for the window to get out and get help, but they shot me in the shoulder. Right before the police showed up.”
“That can’t be that long ago, if … Officer Keisha was the last victim, more recently than either of us?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that was barely two weeks ago. Maybe less. It’s all a blur. I was in the hospital overnight – which oddly enough gave me a chance to talk to Andrew and work out an arrangement to access the lab these goons were using downtown. Which is where I made the knockout gas we used last night.”
Erin groaned. “Is that … why I don’t remember being rescued?”
I nodded. “How much DO you remember?”
Kim said, “I remember laying in the cage … and feeling a little woozy … and then next I was in the car … oh hell. How did I get dressed?”
“We brought clothes along. Based on our last rescue, I figured it was likely you … wouldn’t have any with you.”
Her eyes got wide. “So you … saw me naked while I was passed out.” She scowled.
“There wasn’t much choice. Someone had to get you out of there.” Kim’s cheeks turned a little pink for a moment.
Erin thought for a moment and then gasped. “OMG. So you saw me … on the … I’m so embarrassed.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be. You had nothing to do with that. It was all that creep – who I hope Sarge’s people can round up, now that we’ve found him and have an idea what he looks like.”
“But that means you would have to … eww … and you had to touch that … “
I sighed. “Well SOMEBODY had to. We sure couldn’t leave you there. And … I tried not to look any more than I had to. And Melanie could see me, so she can vouch that I didn’t … do anything inappropriate.” I purposely didn’t mention the wet cum I wiped off her onto the bed once I’d removed her bonds and lifted her off of her … captor’s crotch. She was already embarrassed enough, it seemed.
Despite her red cheeks, she squinted. “How was she there too?”
“She was up in the ceiling ductwork. She and Keisha were using that to go room to room to try and figure out where you both were. At their size they could sneak around. At MY size, I wouldn’t get very far without having to fight people, and I was trying to get out of there without hurting anyone. Or any serious injuries at least.”
They both were just shaking their heads at all that. Kim said, “I’d love to hear THAT story one of these days.”
“You should talk to the girls. They LIKE to talk. And they’re all pretty much in the same boat you are. I’m just trying to keep you all safe until I can solve the restoration process.”
“You think you can figure it out? Is there a chance we can get our lives back?”
“I believe it’s possible, yes. As I was telling everyone just the other day though, it’s not a quick fix. This has never been done before, so I need to do some experiments, make sure the process is safe. I won’t risk any of you before I’ve tested it first. But I’m making progress, and keep in mind I only got ahold of the machine a few days ago – and most of THAT time was spent figuring out where the compound was hidden and then how to break you out of it. The girls were insistent that I rescue you BEFORE I focus on the rest.”
“And we REALLY do appreciate that, by the way. Even if … you did … see us at our worst.” Erin shuddered.
Kim quipped, “Though from what I hear, it sounds like it’s nothing you haven’t seen already.”
I shrugged. “True enough.”
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After we’d finished up, I carried them both back to the bedroom, where some of the girls were hanging out in the ‘living room’ of the doll house. The only furniture it had come with were a couple of sofas and some built-ins, so I just left all that for them. The girls had cleaned them off and just used it as a hangout space the way they used to roll up the towels and use them as a sectional back when … well, last week I suppose. Things seem to change quickly around here.
I left them to go about their business, but given I needed to work on formulas and check my calculations, and a couple of the girls were in the office in the middle of watching a movie, I sat on the bed with my notebook. I’m not sure if the girls knew I was still in here or not, but I could hear them chatting it up, sometimes loudly, while I half-worked and half-listened. When I caught bits and pieces of them asking about how I treated them, I perked up, curious what everyone would say about me when they didn’t think I was listening.
“Honestly, I think we’re pretty lucky. You know in our … situation it could be a LOT worse.”
I heard some groans. “Doesn’t it make you nervous, that he has the power to do ANYTHING he wants to you? That … now that we’re like this, ANYONE could?”
“But he DOESN’T. That’s the thing. He could, and he knows he could, but he won’t. If we say no, he respects that.”
“Do you really trust him?”
“He’s earned our trust. He’s saved each of our lives at least once – some of us several times – and he goes out of his way to look out for us. OH, we have to show you the panic room later. Don’t let me forget. He built that too, even cut a hole in the floor that’s just big enough for us, too small for those thugs to reach down. That’s how we stayed safe when those goons broke in. See, he does stuff like that for us. So yeah, I trust him - about as much as I trust anyone.”
“Hell, I’m comfortable letting him do whatever he wants with me, ‘cause I know he won’t hurt me. He’s never been cruel.”
“You WHAT?”
“Honestly, we had to push him to agree to it. YES, we’ve ALL had sex with him.”
I heard a couple of gasps. That HAD to be the newbies. “And what makes that any different than … “
“Than being in captivity? For one thing, we’re still in control. He listens to us. If I want to let him take me, it’s on MY terms.”
“Plus, with everything he’s done for us – everything he’s still doing – we figure this is our way of paying him back. If he wants to have a little fun, it doesn’t bother me. Those goons had all THEIR fun with me for over two months. For free. If they could have it, why can’t the guy who’s protecting us?”
“I don’t know … it just seems … “
“Girl, you should at least think about it. When you’re ready. He’s not going to make you do anything if you don’t want to. But it’s SO worth it.”
“Worth it?”
“Seriously. Now I’m sure you had to deal with some slime ball who doesn’t give a damn. But with a guy who cares a little – and makes an effort to make you feel good – it’s … “
“Mind-blowing orgasms.”
“Shit. I was trying to be a little tactful. But … you’re right about that. I think he likes seeing us enjoy it.”
“Anyway, tell you what. You can think about it. Nobody’s going to push you. But … back when he got back from the hospital, we’d all had time to do a little … plotting. So we came up with some treats to make him feel special. We set the ground rules and he followed them. SO, here’s what I’m thinking maybe for tomorrow …”
At that, I felt bad for listening in, and it was clear they didn’t know I was here. I debated whether to try to sneak out – and would they see me through the window? - or stay here and pretend I was napping. I went with the latter, even though I really did need to work on those formulas some more.
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Once the girls took off to show Erin and Kim the panic room, I took that as my chance to sneak out. I checked out the office first, where Keisha and Melanie were hanging out. It looked like their movie was over and they were just talking. I grabbed a dry erase marker and went to work on my key equations, checking my constants and variables, and thinking through how I would produce the altered wavelength that I needed from the existing laser – or if it was possible. I needed to examine the element again, probably under a high-power microscope, but for now I’d work with what I had here.
Later I might ask Melanie if she knew whether there was a suitable microscope downtown – and we might need to take another trip.
Then it was dinner time, and of course I spent a while preparing food for seven tiny mouths. I left the little sofa on the kitchen table, thinking with Kim’s cast the sofa may be more comfortable – plus we were short of seats without it. The girls let me carry them to the kitchen table – and Kim was perfectly happy to let me carry her by hand and lower her right onto the little sofa.
While they ate, I asked the girls what they thought they still needed – any furniture for the dollhouse, bath products, clothes, whatever – and I made a list as they spoke. Melanie brought up the exercise equipment again, of course. I needed to find something used, most equipment is big and heavy, even home equipment, isn’t it? - and have it delivered here, since I couldn’t simply bring the machine with me to shrink it. That would be SO convenient if I could. Mental note - once I figure out the reversal – and yes I’m going to figure it out – I should seriously figure out a way to make the machine portable. Right now it was so big it required a truck – but much of that bulk appeared to be extraneous to the actual operation of the machine.
Towards the end of dinner, Cindy asked, “Do you have any plans for tonight?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Me? Nothing yet. What do you have in mind?”
She smirked. “Actually, we shouldn’t wear you out tonight. We … might have some plans for you tomorrow. BUT … “
“But?”
“I was thinking about that whole King Kong playacting the other night. I … wouldn’t mind if a huge hand scooped ME out of bed in the middle of the night … for a quickie. If you want. Just sayin’.”
Now I smirked. “Far be it from me to stand in the way of your happiness. Your wish is my command.”
She snorted. I did notice that neither Kim nor Erin looked shocked by this.
At that, I helped everyone down – and carried Kim where she wanted to go, reminding myself to find her crutches to use (or make her something if I could) – she’d need them for the next week or two. Then I cleaned up the dishes and went back to my computer, placing a couple of orders from the list of requests. I was lucky I had some savings, I certainly wasn’t working on any paying projects right now. I sighed. That done, I skimmed Craigslist – thinking since I’d found the dollhouse there, maybe I could find some used exercise equipment. I knew most donation places didn’t accept that stuff, so I suspected I could find something cheap. And I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I was surprised how much was listed. I found a treadmill, a weight set and bench, and a rowing machine. That ought to be enough to outfit a home gym, right? So I got on the phone and called the numbers with the listings, finagled a little on the price and offered a few bucks for people to drive it by here. Then as almost an afterthought, I looked for some used crutches – and HUH, found that too. So one more phone call and a little negotiating to talk the guy into dropping them off.
That done, I was ready to call it a day. Even though I’d slept in until almost lunch time, I HAD been up until almost 4am last night. My body was a little off kilter. Seemed to make sense to me to go ahead and turn in early. Plus I did offer to play King Kong again for Cindy, so I’d probably go ahead and nap for a while and then get up and grab her once it seemed like the girls were asleep.
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So a couple hours later, I did wake up, made a quick trip to the bathroom, and then knelt in front of the dollhouse, taking a moment to make sure I had the right room. I didn’t think Kim or Erin would appreciate me reaching in and grabbing them in the middle of the night – and it would probably damage any credibility I’d built up so far. No, I’d better make sure I was getting Cindy’s room – she’s the one that hinted for me to do this. So I bent down and peered in the bedroom windows. It was dark – not pitch black, but dark enough that it was hard to see, even with my eyes adjusted to the dark. I double-checked that I had Cindy and Becky’s room, and then, slowly opened the window, reached inside, carefully peeled back the piece of towel she was using as a blanket, and then wrapped my fingers around her and lifted her carefully through the window.
I confirmed it was her that I held, and slowly stood up and tiptoed into the hallway with her, trying not to make a sound. I looked at her in my hand and loosened my grip a little. She looked back at me, nibbling her lower lip.
Without a word from either of us, I slowly peeled back her nightgown and slid it over her head. For a few moments I just caressed her chest with my thumb. Then I lifted her up to my mouth and sucked on her little breasts, flicking her tiny nipples with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a purr of delight as she squirmed in my hand. I continued sucking and toying with them as I went to sit on the sofa in the front room, and with my other hand I traced a couple fingers up and down her legs and ass, which dangled down below my chin.
Once I pulled her back from my lips just a few inches, she looked a little flushed but managed to utter her first words. “Fuck me” she whispered. “Please.”
I kissed her on the stomach, lingering there for a moment as I teased her tiny belly button – it was so tiny the tip of my tongue smothered it, but it seemed I’d discovered another pleasure spot for her. As soon as she sensed I may go lower, she spread her legs eagerly, wordlessly begging me to go there. I slid my tongue down her stomach and between her legs, wrapping it around her there, encompassing everything from her front to her ass. I slid my tongue back, running along her crack and up, and then attacked her pussy. She purred and stretched back in my hand, writhing in response to each lick, and gasped once her little lips parted and I brushed her passage the first time.
For a few moments I continued to massage her there with my tongue, and then I surprised her by slipping the tip of my little finger there the moment I pulled my tongue away. I caressed the tiny space between her quivering lips with my fingertip, and then tilted her up and lowered her onto it. She gasped again and began whispering, ‘Yes, yes, yes’ in between her labored breaths as I gently pumped her, until finally she reached her peak, and collapsed in my hand at her release.
I caressed her chest and stomach with my thumb as she slowly came down from her high, gently withdrawing my fingertip from her and tasting her on my tongue.
She just grinned at me.
So I quietly walked back to the bedroom, to the window that still stood open, and lowered her back onto the towel she was sleeping on, pulled the ‘blanket’ back onto her and lay her little nightshirt over the blanket. She reached up and grabbed my finger, kissing it, before I pulled my hand away and quietly closed the window.
Then I went back to bed. Part of me thought about taking it further with her, perhaps putting her to work between my legs – a certain appendage would certainly appreciate it – however she’d hinted about having a ‘quickie’ and doing that would probably mean giving her a bath in the sink afterwards – and changing my boxers. So I let it go. The appendage was a little disappointed. Though I was curious about what Cindy was hinting for tomorrow.
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The next morning, I got up and, seeing as I’d made it up before most of the girls, went ahead and shaved and washed up right away and got dressed. Keisha was already in there washing up herself, but seeing me take a shower, or shave or brush in the other sink, hadn’t seemed to faze her at all in the past, so I went ahead with my business. By the time I was done, she was out of the bathroom already, and Maria was in her place. She smiled at me as I passed by – naked of course – to go get dressed and start making breakfast.
As I was finishing that up and starting to set up food and plates on the table, the girls started padding in. They didn’t bother waiting for the basket, so I assumed they wanted me to lift them up individually. Except that …
“Umm, Cindy? Did you forget something?”
She snickered. “Nice of you to notice. I’ll explain soon.”
By the time they’d all come in, both Cindy and Maria were naked. I was sure this had to be Cindy’s latest scheme – which I purposely tried not to listen to as they were plotting yesterday.
As they started eating – and I sat down to join them – I asked, “So what’s with the birthday suit? Not that I mind … “
Maria snorted. “I KNOW you don’t mind.”
Cindy interjected, “So here’s the deal. This is a little reward for YOU. I know you put a lot of work into rescuing our new friends here, and you risked yourself again to keep us safe on the way home. So consider this a little payback.”
“Payback?”
“We’re not pushing Erin or Kim to do this if they aren’t comfortable with it, but the rest of us will stay naked for the day. They might join us if they feel like it.” She pointedly looked at them as she said that. “You can ogle all you like.”
Maria added, “First now it’s just ogling. We have a bet going to see if you can make it half the morning and resist touching anyone. And THEN we’ll let you touch – or fondle. Unless someone says no. Our new ladies aren’t used to this, so if they say no, then it’s no.”
Cindy said, “Oh, and this time, no picking us up just to fondle – at least without permission. But yes, touching and fondling will be fine, with anyone who doesn’t say no.”
“Deal?” asked Maria. “Those are the rules.”
I nodded. “Okay. I can certainly live with that. And thank you. I do appreciate you guys … looking out for me. In your own way, I suppose.”
Cindy stopped and looked around at the others. “I think they were just waiting to hear me tell you the ground rules. Before they … partake in the activities.” Maria snorted. At that, I watched as Keisha, Becky and Melanie each stood up and undressed. I just sat there, chin in my palm, and watched the show.
“So, guys, what ARE the rules on touching?” I asked.
Cindy had a huge smirk on her face. “Anything that’s exposed is fair game. So like, if I stand here with my legs parted, I’m giving you a green light to explore me down there. But you can’t be pulling my legs apart. If I’m not exposing it then it’s off limits.”
“Okay. I can live with that.”
Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Erin get up. She muttered, “Hell, why not” as she tugged her own clothes off and set them in the pile. She looked up at me and said, “It’s not like you didn’t see me before. But I’d like to think I look better not … caked in that nasty cumshot.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Actually Erin,” I said as I ogled, “I think you’re very attractive. But during the rescue, I was more worried about getting you both out of there safely. So there really wasn’t any time for ... ogling.”
“Well, I’m USED TO being ogled.” She smirked. Then she twirled around, showing off her … assets. “You know I earned a lot of tips doing this.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. I suppose I should be flattered that I get to see it without a cover charge.”
She snorted.
Then I heard a sigh from Kim. “I can’t believe I’m going along with this” she muttered, as she started to lift her shirt off. “You know I’m not twenty anymore.”
She glanced up and saw me sizing her up with my eyes. I said, “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re attractive, and … clearly well endowed.”
Her cheeks turned pink for a moment.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to embarrass you. But they ARE nice.”
She sighed again. “Ladies, a little help here?” Erin helped her up – the cast on her leg made it awkward – and she removed her skirt.
“Hey Kim.” She glanced up at me again. “I do have some crutches on the way for you.”
“I appreciate that, but … where did you find something like that?”
“They’re just regular crutches. I’ll have to shrink them when they get here. Just like the gym equipment I ordered last night.”
Melanie shrieked. “You found some?” I nodded. “What did you get? Or it is a surprise?”
I snorted. “Nah, you’ll see it soon anyway. I found a treadmill, a rowing machine and a weight set and bench. All used, but they looked like pretty good equipment.”
She grinned ear to ear. “Thank you honey. And for that, I’ll be happy to exercise naked for you if you like. More than happy.”
I smirked. “When do I ever NOT like seeing you naked?”
She laughed. “So true.” At that she got up and strutted around for me. Yes, I’d look forward to some fondling later, though I did promise to abide by their ‘rules’ and wait until they gave me the okay.
Sometimes Cindy could come up with some crazy ideas. Made me start to wonder what sort of influence she’d be on Becky once they returned to their normal lives. Surely with all they’d been through – and all they’d done together – they were more like sisters now, than step-mother and step-daughter. I had the impression that prior to all this, they weren’t nearly as close.
For the rest of breakfast – which dragged out for an hour, not that I could complain at all – I enjoyed the view while we all talked. And aside from Kim, who was still hobbled with the cast, the others took turns strutting right under my nose, showing off and flaunting their assets. With the no-touching rule still in effect, I left to get the basket and let the girls climb on, though I did take my time leaving the kitchen, and held the basket up at almost eye level for a couple minutes, prompting a snarky “Whatcha doing?” comment from Maria.
I just grinned and replied, “Just ogling.”
So I finally set the basket down in the bedroom next to the dollhouse, and the girls piled out.
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While I probably could have hung out for hours just hovering over and ogling the girls – since, well, they did invite me to – I figured I should actually get some work done. And besides, if they were going to happily let me do ‘more’ than ogle later, then why waste my free time now? Though technically, I wasn’t doing any contract work – there was no income coming in until I started taking some new paying projects. Work in this case, was figuring out how to reverse the shrinking process.
So I spent the next hour and a half examining the laser’s specs and the wavelength output, against the constants in the equation in my current hypothesis, to assess whether the existing laser could be inverted or if I would need modifications – or perhaps a different laser. I also suspected the element – encased in a polycarbonate block – might not be 100% pure, though I hesitated to mess with it. It was very possible that either that impurity, or fluctuations in the laser, could be at least part of the reason why each victim was knocked out for so long – an average of half a day – and would probably be knocked out for half to a full day after restoration to normal size as well. I definitely needed to make another trip downtown to the lab, and also see if they had a molecular or atomic microscope. If anyone in the city had one (outside of the university) it would be there.
I did get the occasional curious visitor padding in, either wondering what I was doing – and leaving pleased that I was making progress – or wondering why I wasn’t there ogling. Like I could do that for several hours straight. The temptation to touch, fondle, or better yet, just pick them up one by one and lick them till they climaxed, would eventually be too much to resist.
Finally though, it was Melanie that came padding in about an hour before lunch. With a sly look on her face. As soon as I looked at her, she said, “Honey, they sent me to let you know that it’s now okay to touch us – or fondle us – if you want.” She had trouble saying that with a straight face.
“Oh, is that so?” I smirked. As she came closer, I got down on the carpet. She stopped right in front of me and just stood there, as I reached out and stroked her cheek, then her arm, and then began to trace my fingers over her breasts, down her stomach, down her back, over her bottom and between her legs. She conveniently stood with her legs parted a bit, intentionally inviting me to touch her wherever I liked. “You know, it’s SO tempting to just grab you and ravish you, but I’ll try to follow the rules and resist.”
She smirked back at me. She knew. She’d probably rather I went ahead and ravished her too. Later, I told myself. Definitely later. But then she surprised me and said, “Tell you what. Hold your finger here and try not to move too much.”
I did as she said, more than curious. She didn’t disappoint. First she straddled my index finger. Then she leaned forward and grabbed hold of my finger with both hands, and began rocking her hips, grinding her pussy against the pad of my finger. I felt her tiny hairs, her clit, her slightly moistened lips, and more, as she mashed them back and forth along my fingertip. I let her go on for a minute of this, before bending my thumb upwards in front of her. It took me a moment to find just the right spot where her breasts pushed against the pad of my thumb each time she drove forward. At that point I just watched – with a little amusement – as my girl rubbed her body against my fingertip to get herself off.
It took her a couple more minutes after that, but I could feel my finger getting slicker as she worked herself closer to her eventual release. I just gazed at her as she climaxed, primal sounds escaping her lips before she just held onto my finger as tight as she could and I felt her body shudder. She looked like she wanted to collapse in my hand. Blasted rules! They said not to pick anyone up while I was fondling. Though would it be breaking the rules if she climbed into my hand of her own accord?
As I was mulling that thought – while Melanie slowly came down from her high – I noticed Maria out of the corner of my eye, with a huge smirk on her face. How much had she seen? I brought a finger of my free hand to my lips, motioning for her not to say anything. She winked at me before padding off towards the hallway.
By that point, Melanie was trying to push herself back up onto her feet. I slid my finger away, mostly so I could taste her. Something I always enjoyed. Of course she knew exactly what I was doing, and gave me a silly grin. Then she sighed. “You know it’s so much better when YOU do it. To me.” She scrunched her nose. “But I hope you … at least enjoyed it a little bit.”
I smirked. “Watching you get yourself off on the tip of my finger? I think that’s the first time we ever tried that. But yeah, I did enjoy watching you. Though … I always enjoy watching you.”
She snorted. “I bet. Now do you want me to send anyone else in? Or do you want to take a break and come out?”
“Hmm … that’s an interesting thought. I suppose if someone comes in here on their own, it means they’re inviting me to … fondle. So if nobody comes in, then I should go searching. Do you think anyone’s hiding so I don’t find them?”
She laughed. “I’d never thought of that. I don’t think anyone would think to just hide. Even Erin and Kim seem like they’re at least … well, they can handle it if you start fondling, though this is their first time, so you might want to ask them first before … though knowing you, you’d probably do that anyway.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to be scaring them after one day. If they’re anything like … others in our little group, they’re probably desensitized to all the nudity and touching stuff, but I don’t want them associating me with those goons.”
She grinned. “Trust me, none of us are ever going to put them in the same league with you. They’re all just a bunch of jerks. You’re the total opposite. And everyone sees that. Everyone. You already KNOW they’d never do stuff like this with anyone else. You should be flattered.”
“I am. I just don’t want to cross the line with them … “
“You won’t. Just be yourself – and enjoy yourself. That’s the whole purpose of this. They want you to enjoy yourself once in a while.”
“Okay. You’re right. I’ll go out there in a minute. I was at this for a while anyway.”
“Good.” She started to walk off, but turned back and said, “Don’t wait too long, honey.”
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After a few minutes making sure I had my notes organized from the work I did this morning, I strolled out towards the kitchen. It was still a little early for lunch, but the coffee was still hot. As I went to pour a cup, I noticed Erin and Becky padding in together, with four cups between them.
“Oh good” Becky blurted, “can you help?”
I bent down and said “Sure” and held my hand out. They placed the four cups in my hand. I turned and stood up to get them some coffee. I kept an empty dropper by the sink just for things like this, and rinsed it out and began filling the cups with it.
As I was doing that, Becky said, “We can come up to the table … if you want.”
“Oh?” I thought for just a moment. “OH. Okay. Here.” I grabbed the little sofa off the table and set it down next to them. They both sat down and I lifted them up in it, over to the table, and set it down. I moved their four cups to the little table where they could reach them, and then sat down with my own mug.
“So what’s up, ladies?”
Becky snorted. “We were wondering where you disappeared for half the morning. Melanie was SUPPOSED TO drag you away and make you take a break. And tell you that Cindy said it’s okay to … fondle. You know, if you want to.”
I smirked. “She did. And then she … distracted me.”
Now Erin snorted.
Becky stood up and twirled and said, “Don’t I distract you? With my womanly allure?”
I grinned. “Becky, you’re ALWAYS good at distracting me. And yes you’re alluring.” I reached out a finger and she paused her twirl to let me touch her cheek, then slide my finger down to linger at her chest.
She whispered, “You know I’m still available, if Melanie ever dumps you.” She looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes.
“I know. And I told you, some guy’s going to be very lucky to have you one day. You’re smart, pretty, and you’re fun to be around. And if he forgets it, then you call me and I’ll knock some sense into him.”
She softly snorted. “I know. But YOU have me right now. So you may as well take advantage of it. I was kinda hoping you’d be all over me the minute Cindy said it was okay.”
“Yes, and I suppose I’m lucky to be the guardian of such beautiful ladies.”
She grinned at me, despite my finger lingering between her legs. As she straddled it, I slid it along her ass and intentionally brushed her clit. She shivered a little.
“Don’t forget Erin too” she managed to get out, while I continued to stroke her there, just enough to cause her a sensation.
Without removing my finger, I turned to Erin and asked, “Would you be okay with that? If I touched you?”
She giggled. “Go ahead.”
Just then my phone rang. Hoping for news from the police – had they found the compound? Had they gone in? - I answered quickly. It was Andrew. He’d just been released from the hospital and was on his way home, finally – and wanted to check in. I filled him in briefly, that I’d gotten ahold of the machine about four days ago, got it working, and I was reworking my equations and determining whether the laser that the ‘scientists’ had used, though much of those four days were spent finding and rescuing two more victims that we identified from the notes confiscated in the mansion raid. He grimaced at that, but was at least thankful that I didn’t believe there were any more, that we’d stopped them before they could go into hiding with this technology.
I saw both Erin and Becky had sat back down, listening intently while I talked to Andrew. I said, “Andrew, I have Becky here. Would it be alright to put you on speaker?”
“Absolutely” he responded, as I was setting the phone down on the table and turning up the speaker. “Can you hear me Becky?”
“Dad?”
“It’s me sweetie. Are you doing alright?”
“Yeah, we’re all good here. We’re kinda all bonding. You know, all that shared experience stuff. And my new friend Erin, she wants to go to my school. We might even get to be in one of the same classes next fall, can you believe it?”
“That sounds nice, Becky. Is this guy treating you okay?”
She huffed. “Yeah Dad. He’s great, like I keep telling you. It’s nice here.”
“Well would it be fine if I came by to visit? I haven’t seen either of you in a long time. Now that I’m out of the hospital I can come by.”
I interjected. “That would be great, Andrew. How about tomorrow? Do you want to come over for lunch? Or is a different time better?”
He grunted. “Maybe after lunch is better. I’d rather have time to visit with Cindy and my daughter, I really don’t know all these … other people.”
I gave him directions and then gave him a couple minutes to wrap up with Becky before hanging up.
“So” I said as I put my phone back in my pocket. I looked at Becky, nudging her chin with the tip of my finger. “You’ll need to let Cindy know, when you get a chance. And I’d suggest wearing clothes when he comes by.”
She snorted. “Yeah. He’s a little stodgy. He’s a boomer.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I thought he was only in his 50’s?”
She giggled. “He is. But he ACTS old. I thought Cindy would be a good influence on him. Though she’s … not as restrained as she was before. So he might be in for a surprise.”
Erin smirked.
“Oh, and thanks for not fondling me while I was talking to my dad. I don’t know how I’d explain it if I started moaning and groaning on the phone.”
Erin almost fell off the sofa laughing.
“Like I did when we were talking to your uncle?”
This time Erin did fall off the sofa. Becky stepped over to help her up and said, “See Erin, this place is a lot of fun. Some of us decided we don’t know how long we’ll be … like this, so we just want to experience as much as we can … while we can.”
Erin nodded her head. “Ah. That does explain some things.”
“Speaking of which … “ I raised my eyebrow at Erin.
She snorted again. “Okay. Go ahead. Feel me up if you want to.” She smirked as she said it, and walked a little closer to me. I reached out a finger and touched Erin on the cheek, and then traced her arm, before moving to her stomach and then sliding my finger up under her breasts and lifting them up. I kneaded them between my finger and thumb. As I held them, she asked, “Enjoying yourself I hope?”
“Definitely.” I slid my finger down and brushed the little tuft of hair above her mound.
Becky told her, “You should think about having sex with him sometime. When you’re ready for it. He’s really good.”
She deadpanned, “I’ve heard.”
I looked at Becky and said, “You know, keep that up and you’re going to have me fantasizing about a threesome with you two.”
Becky laughed. “I figured you already were.”
I grinned. “Possibly.”
Becky glanced at Erin and said, “We’ll … talk about it. I know you’re not going to make Erin do it if she doesn’t want. But maybe we’ll … surprise you.” She grinned back at me. “OH! Just to warn you too. Cindy and Maria have been … plotting.”
I snorted. “They’re ALWAYS plotting.”
“Good point. But they’re talking about something … over the top. Only once you figure out how to … fix us. A last night with us all together kind of thing, so all of us can like, thank you. She says she’s not trying to rush you, but … well, I should just let her explain it. You know I’ll fuck it up trying to explain it myself.” She scrunched her nose.
“You know I’m not pushing for you guys to do anything special. Not that I don’t appreciate it.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it when it happens.” She winked.
I spent a few more minutes with my fingers exploring both Erin and Becky as they patiently waited. I asked, “It’s getting close to lunch time. Do either of you have a preference? What do you want me to make?”
We discussed options for lunch for a couple minutes and then I got up and started cooking. They both were fine hanging out with me and talking. Erin continued to get more comfortable around me. In the meantime, Cindy came padding in, and I almost didn’t hear her – she was lucky I’d learned to always look where I was going, especially around here.
“Hey Cindy. I’m just working on lunch.”
“That’s good. I wanted to tell you, we were talking and decided there’s no reason you can’t … pick us up if you want to. It would probably make things … easier. For all of us. If you want.”
“Oh?” I remarked, and then turned and knelt down near her. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
She snort-laughed. “I think I just said that, didn’t I?”
I grinned. “Just making sure.” I reached out and she let me wrap my fingers around her and lift her up to my face. She lay back in my left hand, and my thumb drifted straight to her stomach and chest. “So what are you guys up to?”
“Just hanging out. We figured if you didn’t come by to see us yet, you were either tied up with work or someone was … distracting you. I suspect it’s a little of both.”
“Possibly so. OH, what would you think of Andrew coming to visit tomorrow?”
She was relaxed in my hand but tensed a little. “Umm … here? Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything about … how much I enjoy seeing you naked. If you don’t.”
She looked mortified for a moment, but then regained her composure. “No. He wouldn’t understand at all.”
“Hey, Cindy. Remember how you kept saying your old life is on hold. And how you wanted to experience all that you could while you’re tiny.” I barely brushed her pussy mound with my finger, and she almost without thought, parted her legs.
She closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sensation of my finger before speaking again. “True. You’re right. The way I see it, when I return to my old life I’m committed to him. Though it’s going to take a lot of work to drag him out of his shell. In this temporary life I’m living now, I’m committed to YOU. I totally admit it. Despite this predicament we’re in … the way you make me feel … I’ve never felt that way in my life before, and I probably will never come close to this when I go back to that life. If your job is taking care of us and getting us back what those goons took away, then my job is helping make you happy while you do. And right now I … ooh … I just wish you could fuck me right now. This minute. Please.”
“Umm. Cindy? Are you sure? You realize I’m making lunch, and you’ve got an audience?”
“I … OH?” She stretched and looked around and saw Becky and Erin lounging on the kitchen table. Of course they’d heard the whole thing. She was silent for a moment and I figured she was rethinking this. But then she quietly blurted, “It’s okay. They’re adults.” She nibbled her lip in hopeful anticipation. “Besides, I bet you only need one hand to stir the food.”
I snorted. “Probably. But … you’re sure? Last chance to back out.”
She gave me a sly grin. “No backing out. I’m too horny now. Do it.”
I whispered “Okay” as I held her up to my lips. She shivered. I wrapped my lips around her breasts and toyed with them for a few moments, casually glancing back at Erin and Becky as I did. I was pretty sure they knew exactly what was going on. And Becky wouldn’t be too surprised. I just was not sure what Erin would think about it. She probably thought we were all nuts. And maybe she wouldn’t be wrong to think that.
While I checked on the near-boiling pot with my right hand, I pressed Cindy against my lips with my left, and she bent her legs around my cheeks as she tried to give me as much access as she could, to her most intimate parts. I sucked gently as the tip of my tongue played with her there, tickling her as it traveled around every tiny trace of her skin. I teased her little cunt until her lips parted and I began attacking her tiny canal, eliciting squeals from her as she writhed in my hand, and very soon she climaxed, her pussy dribbling her warm juice upon my tongue.
As she caught her breath, I pulled her back just a little bit, kissed her multiple times – mostly on the chest and stomach – and then whispered, “How about you hang out here in the kitchen, food will be ready soon.”
She gave me a silly grin but didn’t answer me, as I lowered her into a chair on the kitchen table. Both Becky and Erin were sitting on the little sofa, smirking. I reached over and brushed Becky’s cheek. She blurted, “If I’d known that wasn’t against the rules I’d have asked you to do that when we first came in here!”
I smirked. “It probably still is, but you’ll have to ask Cindy. She and Maria seem to be making up the rules as they go along.”
Erin and Becky both laughed. I turned back to the stove and finished making lunch, and then – since three of the girls were already here – went ahead and began serving them.
“I’ll be back in a minute, I need to go round up the rest of the team,” I replied as I left the kitchen. I found Melanie and Maria talking in the hallway and asked, “Would you like a lift? Cindy tells me I’m allowed to pick you up now.”
Maria snorted. “Yeah, I know, don’t say it. The rules keep changing. Just run with it.” She winked. Both of them left me pick them up for the trip back to the kitchen. She added, “You know I was starting to feel neglected over here. Are you spending all your time with everyone else?”
I gave her a silly grin as I stroked her with the pad of my thumb – I was doing the same to Melanie in my other hand. “I do need to give you some more attention, don’t I.”
“Yes you do.” She just lay back and stretched in my hand. I took my time returning to the kitchen, and gave them each a kiss before setting them down on the table and turning to go find my remaining charges.
It didn’t take too long to find them still in the bedroom – Kim’s cast kept her from getting very far. “Ladies, lunch is ready. Would you like me to carry you back to the kitchen?”
Keisha laughed. “I figured once Cindy went in there to announce the latest rule change, you’d either be in here looking for us or … otherwise waylaid.”
I smirked. “More the latter, though I was making lunch too. Kim, are you alright with me picking you up? I can get the basket if you’re not comfortable.”
She sighed. “Go ahead, it’s fine. I’ve gotten so used to being naked the last few weeks, I forget I don’t have clothes on.”
I reached down and picked both of them up. “Kim, is it okay to touch you? Just want to make sure.”
She nodded. “It’s fine.” So while I stroked Keisha in my left hand, I touched Kim for the first time in my right hand. She didn’t flinch as I touched her breast for the first time, nor when I bent my thumb lower to brush the little tuft of hair below further south. Again I took my time heading back to the kitchen. Once there, I lowered Keisha to the table and lowered Kim directly onto the little sofa.
By the time I’d joined them at the table, everyone was chatting it up.
“Ladies, just a few quick announcements.” That seemed to get everyone’s attention. “First off, Andrew is coming to visit tomorrow. It’s mainly to see Becky and Cindy, and we can give them the front room to talk and catch up. He was just released from the hospital today – where he’s been since the thugs beat him up pretty badly right after the mansion raid – and hasn’t seen them since their abductions. He’s supposedly walking now, but still recovering.”
There was some murmuring. Kim asked, “Why didn’t he come see them right after they were rescued?”
I responded, “He was still being trailed by one of these thugs – or their spy I suppose – and we suspected his lines may have been tapped. I met him in the park the next day to let him know they were safe, and gave him a burner phone that they couldn’t trace, but then after that meeting a guy chased me for three blocks and up a stairwell before I knocked him out and got away. And then the next day Andrew was abducted himself, and tortured by those goons trying to find US.”
She grimaced but didn’t say any more.
“Anyway, second, we have a lot of stuff coming – I ordered everything you guys asked for last night, plus found some things on Craigslist. Some should come today and some tomorrow. So just a heads-up, to avoid the front room for now, or be prepared to run if someone comes by with a delivery. I won’t let anyone go anywhere else in the house.”
Becky asked, “What about tomorrow while Dad is visiting?”
I nodded. “If that happens I might need to either move you all to the kitchen, or see if I can take a delivery in the garage. Only trick is with the exercise equipment, a lot of that stuff is heavy. At least until I shrink it. I’ll probably have to come up with some casters to move that stuff anyway. I’ll figure something out. It’s a small house, I never expected to have 8 people living here.”
That prompted a couple of snort-laughs.
“Oh, third item. I’ve been working on the reversal process, but I’m finding two issues to overcome. One is I suspect is when they extracted the element from the meteorite, they were a little sloppy. I won’t know for sure without a high-powered microscope, which means going downtown, but contaminants would explain why the shrinking process results in someone being knocked out for so long. It also could result in side effects with the restoration. Which I’d like to avoid or minimize before I risk using it on any of you.”
“And what’s the other issue?” I saw a few concerned and apprehensive faces looking back at me.
“Just that the laser they used wasn’t ideal. It may have trouble achieving the mirror wavelength in the spectrum. It just means I may need to use a better laser.”
I was a little hesitant to admit to them that it would likely clean out my bank account.
After lunch was spent cleaning up from the rescue – unloading the car and trunk, organizing all the stuff I bought for this adventure and figuring out what I could return, since I’d put all this on credit cards and the bill was eventually going to come due.
Sergeant Joe showed up by mid-afternoon to talk to the new rescuees. When I’d spoken with him earlier, he wasn’t happy with me – and went so far as to mumble about damn vigilantes at one point in the conversation. But once here, I could tell he’d thought more about it on the way - and at least seemed to concede my point that those two women were in immediate danger. Plus even I didn’t know for certain that they were there – it was the ONLY lead we had. There was no way the police could just raid the place on a ‘chance’ that they might be there. On top of that, the memories of the raid on the mansion – where Officer Keisha was shrunk and used as a hostage – were still fresh. So our method of going in covertly, was probably the best chance of these women being rescued.
I gathered up Kim and Erin and they let me carry them to the kitchen table to talk to Sarge. Becky wanted to come see her uncle of course, and before he’d gotten past his first question, I had all of the girls here wanting to sit in on the session. I helped each of them up to the table as they padded in.
The girls and I listened intently as both Erin and Kim gave their stories. They each described their kidnappers – or at least what they could discern. In both cases they were abducted at night by people in masks. In Kim’s case, one of them was hiding in her car and forced her at gunpoint to drive to a secluded area, where two others were waiting. That seemed to align with the stories of her going missing and her car being left in a parking lot. While neither of them had said hardly anything about their ordeal since the rescue – granted it had been early early this morning – Kim’s disappearance had been a news story.
For Erin, NONE of us knew much of anything – the police hadn’t even had enough to go on to link her to a missing person’s report. But she described her situation for all of us. She had a dream of going to college, had a scholarship lined up, but everything was sidetracked when her father was killed by a stray bullet from a drive-by shooting and she had to help her mother with her cleaning business just to make ends meet. So she’d decided the only way she’d get to college was to make more money.
Which she did at night. As an exotic dancer. HUH?
Despite her initial misgivings and her discomfort at dancing naked in front of a room full of men, she knew the money was good, and she’d been told (too often) that she had the body for it. So once she got over her nervousness and learned to ‘flaunt her assets’ as her coworkers described it, in three months she was pulling in really good tips. Enough that she had money set aside to cover her mother’s bills and had started saving up for college tuition. She hoped to finally start school in the fall. And then one night - er, very early morning after closing time, two men in masks followed her and abducted her during her short walk home.
In both their cases, they described being sedated, remembering only bits and pieces of being taken to some building downtown, a strange sensation and bright light, and then their next memories were of this big ugly guy with fowl breath, and the cage.
When Erin mentioned the container of cat litter in the corner of the cage, Cindy couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. She groaned and then blurted, “OH, if I NEVER see kitty litter again it’ll be too soon.”
Both Erin and Kim looked at her, perhaps realizing on a deeper level that their experience wasn’t entirely unique. That was good in a sense, if it would lead to bonding between the girls – and their shared ordeals.
I kept my mouth shut and let them continue, Kim and Erin each describing how they were treated and what little they were fed. Erin seemed to be used more often for sexual acts – which I could believe given how we found her. For Kim, it seemed clear he had a dual purpose – not only control and sexual conquests to stoke his ego, but torture in response to her looking into some of his shady business practices. I honestly had no idea myself whether the cases just weren’t pursued or if someone else had actually bothered reviewing the files and continuing her investigation where she left off. I didn’t think anyone else knew either. She did describe sexual acts – for her captor, as well as being forced to perform on herself or together with Erin for his amusement. There were some similarities to what Becky and Cindy – and Melanie for that matter - went through.
But the torture Kim described was difficult to hear – talk of being held upside down, wrapped in a string, and dunked in toilet water – regardless of what was already … in there. Or held over a cat or a gerbil so they could sniff or scratch at her or bat her around. Or being squeezed in his hand until she either passed out or gave in to whatever demand or request he made at the time – such as pleading for her life, or apologizing for ever looking into his finances, or worshiping him. That one seemed to amuse him often. What a jerk.
Though it certainly explained having so many bruises.
Sarge looked uncomfortable hearing some of that, though I supposed he was used to it at some level, given his line of work and how many victim statements he’d probably taken in his career. I didn’t know if he typically did that now anymore, or if this was a special situation with our shrunken victims – a situation that the police department was trying to keep out of the public eye, more out of fear that people would find out about them and try to take them, than about the fact that shrinking was even possible. Knowing as I did – and Sarge did now – that the shrinking process required an element so extremely rare that it was unknown on this planet. The tiny amount that was used in the machine, was extracted from the inside of a very unusual meteorite.
As Sarge was wrapping up, he did indicate that he felt he had enough to pursue a search warrant of the compound. I indicated that time may be short, given how hard they worked at hiding the existence of the place, and there was a risk of this NXT fleeing. They certainly knew now that SOMEONE knew the compound was there, and NXT certainly knew that ‘someone’ had discovered he had Kim and Erin – given they would have been missing when he woke up. He surely wouldn’t have missed that. And it had been more than half a day since we escaped with them. Yes it was out of my hands now, but still, I’d rather NXT not get away. He was so secretive that we didn’t even know his full name yet.
And lastly, I mentioned privately to Sarge, “If it’s of any use, I did snap a few pictures during the rescue.” I was torn whether to mention these to Erin or Kim – especially Erin, as she might be pretty embarrassed (or probably mortified) that a picture of her naked, covered in cum and rubber-banded to a flacid dick, even existed. And then angry with me for having taken it. Though this WAS the way I found her – and – hell, I was the one that had to literally cut her naked body loose from that flacid dick. And then wipe some of the wet cum off her (onto the bedsheets) before I tried putting her in my bag. I did feel bad for Melanie and Keisha for having to hold on tight right next to her for at least half an hour after that – she probably reeked of cum at that point – but there wasn’t anything more I could have done at the time. It was just plain nasty. But I knew this was the only time we’d ever be able to get pictures – and I didn’t know whether they’d be important in making the case, either to go after this NXT character, or perhaps the girls might be able to file a civil suit and get some money out of the guy. It was obvious he HAD money.
He stopped with a jolt. “Pictures?”
“Of this guy we think is NXT, the cage, and … umm … what he was doing at the time we found him.”
He squinted at me. “And how did you take pictures in the middle of this … whatever it is you did?”
“Knockout gas.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I made it myself. A formula I developed in college. It’s pretty safe, but I was trying … not to have to fight anyone.”
He grunted and then mumbled under his breath about me being a damn vigilante again. I tried to ignore it and pulled out my phone to show him the three pics I took, in-case they might be important. Kim was already in my bag before I’d pulled the phone out, so the cage was empty, but Erin was still … in bondage. He muttered “Shit” as he saw that. Rather than have me text the pics, he asked if I had any way to print them here. So I transmitted them to the office printer and went back to pick them up before he left. He also said for the next couple days, he’d have a patrol car in the neighborhood in-case these thugs working for NXT figured out where we were, before the police could round them up.
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After Sarge left, I went back to help the girls back down off the table, and asked Kim if she’d like me to wrap her leg in a cast. She was amenable to letting me try, and like last time, Erin stayed around for support. I went back to my first aid box under the bathroom sink and grabbed a roll of adhesive gauze, that I’d almost forgotten I had. For someone like me it couldn’t replace a cast, but in Kim’s case, with her tiny legs and tiny muscles, the thick gauze with glue embedded in it would probably be strong enough to act as a cast.
“Okay, let’s lay your leg flat and take a look at it.” She groaned as I touched it, and I carefully snipped away the tape holding the popsicle sticks against her leg, fearing it would hurt a lot more if I pulled at it. Then I gently coated her leg in petroleum jelly while I examined it, noting she still had a lot of bruises – some purple, some turning bronze already. The lubricant would help keep the skin moist, but also keep it from sticking to the gauze – which would make it easier when it came time to remove the cast. She lay down flat on her back and let me work, seeming to trust me a little more than earlier – at least enough that she didn’t feel she had to watch every move I made. Though Erin was there to watch me as well. Laying in that position, with her other leg bent at the knee, left me with a view of her nether regions under the skirt, though I tried not to make it too obvious as I worked on her leg.
I slid the gauze under the leg and then began to wrap it, very gently lifting her whole leg together with one hand while I slid the tape roll under – which was a little challenging considering the width of the roll was about 8 or 9 inches to her perspective. Kim was surprisingly patient with me as I carefully wrapped her leg, from knee to ankle. A few passes around and the gauze was thick enough to serve its purpose, keeping her from being able to move her leg until the bone could heal. Which given it wasn’t broken through, I hoped would be much faster. For at least a couple weeks though, she’d be hobbling around.
“I can try and come up with something you can use as a crutch, but for the moment are you alright with me carrying you around?”
She snorted. “After how I was umm … handled … ” she scrunched her nose “… the last three weeks, it’s … refreshing for someone to even bother asking. And … we do appreciate your help.”
Erin asked, “How is your … “ she waved towards my side. “Didn’t you get shot last night?”
“Yeah. It hurts, but it could have been a lot worse. And it’s not the first.”
“Oh?” she asked, clearly trying to prompt more out of me. I thought the girls had filled them in on some of this already, but there was a lot going on – and both of them were in a daze for at least part of the trip back, and perhaps for part of the time since. So I indulged them.
“The worst was after we’d rescued Cindy and Becky from the lab these people had set up in an underground bunker north of here. The police raided that property the next day – which is when Keisha was taken hostage – but several of these thugs, including one of the scientists, either weren’t there at the time or made it out, I’m not sure. So they went after Andrew – Cindy’s husband – and beat him half to death trying to find out where WE were. Luckily the car they used still had a tracker on it – LONG story – and I was able to figure out where they went, in time for them to rescue Andrew. He’s still in the hospital, by the way – multiple broken bones, punctured organs, he required multiple surgeries and a week and a half in ICU. But half a day later they came HERE, looking for me, for the girls, and for the element that’s critical to making their machine work. There’s no other known source on the planet.”
“They came HERE?” blurted Kim.
I nodded. “Yeah, but we have a panic room here – tell the others to show you when you get a chance. I built it to be hidden where they can’t easily get to it – or find it – but it’s set up to be livable for a little while if necessary. Water, snacks, light, even a display that ties into the security cameras, and a way to send short text messages.”
Kim raised her eyebrows. “I’d really love to see that.”
“And you should know how to find it, the whole purpose is to keep you all safe if someone breaks in. But getting back to the initial question, they came here and ripped up my office and had me tied up to question. While they were distracted I broke free – somewhat – and tried running for the window to get out and get help, but they shot me in the shoulder. Right before the police showed up.”
“That can’t be that long ago, if … Officer Keisha was the last victim, more recently than either of us?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that was barely two weeks ago. Maybe less. It’s all a blur. I was in the hospital overnight – which oddly enough gave me a chance to talk to Andrew and work out an arrangement to access the lab these goons were using downtown. Which is where I made the knockout gas we used last night.”
Erin groaned. “Is that … why I don’t remember being rescued?”
I nodded. “How much DO you remember?”
Kim said, “I remember laying in the cage … and feeling a little woozy … and then next I was in the car … oh hell. How did I get dressed?”
“We brought clothes along. Based on our last rescue, I figured it was likely you … wouldn’t have any with you.”
Her eyes got wide. “So you … saw me naked while I was passed out.” She scowled.
“There wasn’t much choice. Someone had to get you out of there.” Kim’s cheeks turned a little pink for a moment.
Erin thought for a moment and then gasped. “OMG. So you saw me … on the … I’m so embarrassed.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be. You had nothing to do with that. It was all that creep – who I hope Sarge’s people can round up, now that we’ve found him and have an idea what he looks like.”
“But that means you would have to … eww … and you had to touch that … “
I sighed. “Well SOMEBODY had to. We sure couldn’t leave you there. And … I tried not to look any more than I had to. And Melanie could see me, so she can vouch that I didn’t … do anything inappropriate.” I purposely didn’t mention the wet cum I wiped off her onto the bed once I’d removed her bonds and lifted her off of her … captor’s crotch. She was already embarrassed enough, it seemed.
Despite her red cheeks, she squinted. “How was she there too?”
“She was up in the ceiling ductwork. She and Keisha were using that to go room to room to try and figure out where you both were. At their size they could sneak around. At MY size, I wouldn’t get very far without having to fight people, and I was trying to get out of there without hurting anyone. Or any serious injuries at least.”
They both were just shaking their heads at all that. Kim said, “I’d love to hear THAT story one of these days.”
“You should talk to the girls. They LIKE to talk. And they’re all pretty much in the same boat you are. I’m just trying to keep you all safe until I can solve the restoration process.”
“You think you can figure it out? Is there a chance we can get our lives back?”
“I believe it’s possible, yes. As I was telling everyone just the other day though, it’s not a quick fix. This has never been done before, so I need to do some experiments, make sure the process is safe. I won’t risk any of you before I’ve tested it first. But I’m making progress, and keep in mind I only got ahold of the machine a few days ago – and most of THAT time was spent figuring out where the compound was hidden and then how to break you out of it. The girls were insistent that I rescue you BEFORE I focus on the rest.”
“And we REALLY do appreciate that, by the way. Even if … you did … see us at our worst.” Erin shuddered.
Kim quipped, “Though from what I hear, it sounds like it’s nothing you haven’t seen already.”
I shrugged. “True enough.”
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After we’d finished up, I carried them both back to the bedroom, where some of the girls were hanging out in the ‘living room’ of the doll house. The only furniture it had come with were a couple of sofas and some built-ins, so I just left all that for them. The girls had cleaned them off and just used it as a hangout space the way they used to roll up the towels and use them as a sectional back when … well, last week I suppose. Things seem to change quickly around here.
I left them to go about their business, but given I needed to work on formulas and check my calculations, and a couple of the girls were in the office in the middle of watching a movie, I sat on the bed with my notebook. I’m not sure if the girls knew I was still in here or not, but I could hear them chatting it up, sometimes loudly, while I half-worked and half-listened. When I caught bits and pieces of them asking about how I treated them, I perked up, curious what everyone would say about me when they didn’t think I was listening.
“Honestly, I think we’re pretty lucky. You know in our … situation it could be a LOT worse.”
I heard some groans. “Doesn’t it make you nervous, that he has the power to do ANYTHING he wants to you? That … now that we’re like this, ANYONE could?”
“But he DOESN’T. That’s the thing. He could, and he knows he could, but he won’t. If we say no, he respects that.”
“Do you really trust him?”
“He’s earned our trust. He’s saved each of our lives at least once – some of us several times – and he goes out of his way to look out for us. OH, we have to show you the panic room later. Don’t let me forget. He built that too, even cut a hole in the floor that’s just big enough for us, too small for those thugs to reach down. That’s how we stayed safe when those goons broke in. See, he does stuff like that for us. So yeah, I trust him - about as much as I trust anyone.”
“Hell, I’m comfortable letting him do whatever he wants with me, ‘cause I know he won’t hurt me. He’s never been cruel.”
“You WHAT?”
“Honestly, we had to push him to agree to it. YES, we’ve ALL had sex with him.”
I heard a couple of gasps. That HAD to be the newbies. “And what makes that any different than … “
“Than being in captivity? For one thing, we’re still in control. He listens to us. If I want to let him take me, it’s on MY terms.”
“Plus, with everything he’s done for us – everything he’s still doing – we figure this is our way of paying him back. If he wants to have a little fun, it doesn’t bother me. Those goons had all THEIR fun with me for over two months. For free. If they could have it, why can’t the guy who’s protecting us?”
“I don’t know … it just seems … “
“Girl, you should at least think about it. When you’re ready. He’s not going to make you do anything if you don’t want to. But it’s SO worth it.”
“Worth it?”
“Seriously. Now I’m sure you had to deal with some slime ball who doesn’t give a damn. But with a guy who cares a little – and makes an effort to make you feel good – it’s … “
“Mind-blowing orgasms.”
“Shit. I was trying to be a little tactful. But … you’re right about that. I think he likes seeing us enjoy it.”
“Anyway, tell you what. You can think about it. Nobody’s going to push you. But … back when he got back from the hospital, we’d all had time to do a little … plotting. So we came up with some treats to make him feel special. We set the ground rules and he followed them. SO, here’s what I’m thinking maybe for tomorrow …”
At that, I felt bad for listening in, and it was clear they didn’t know I was here. I debated whether to try to sneak out – and would they see me through the window? - or stay here and pretend I was napping. I went with the latter, even though I really did need to work on those formulas some more.
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Once the girls took off to show Erin and Kim the panic room, I took that as my chance to sneak out. I checked out the office first, where Keisha and Melanie were hanging out. It looked like their movie was over and they were just talking. I grabbed a dry erase marker and went to work on my key equations, checking my constants and variables, and thinking through how I would produce the altered wavelength that I needed from the existing laser – or if it was possible. I needed to examine the element again, probably under a high-power microscope, but for now I’d work with what I had here.
Later I might ask Melanie if she knew whether there was a suitable microscope downtown – and we might need to take another trip.
Then it was dinner time, and of course I spent a while preparing food for seven tiny mouths. I left the little sofa on the kitchen table, thinking with Kim’s cast the sofa may be more comfortable – plus we were short of seats without it. The girls let me carry them to the kitchen table – and Kim was perfectly happy to let me carry her by hand and lower her right onto the little sofa.
While they ate, I asked the girls what they thought they still needed – any furniture for the dollhouse, bath products, clothes, whatever – and I made a list as they spoke. Melanie brought up the exercise equipment again, of course. I needed to find something used, most equipment is big and heavy, even home equipment, isn’t it? - and have it delivered here, since I couldn’t simply bring the machine with me to shrink it. That would be SO convenient if I could. Mental note - once I figure out the reversal – and yes I’m going to figure it out – I should seriously figure out a way to make the machine portable. Right now it was so big it required a truck – but much of that bulk appeared to be extraneous to the actual operation of the machine.
Towards the end of dinner, Cindy asked, “Do you have any plans for tonight?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Me? Nothing yet. What do you have in mind?”
She smirked. “Actually, we shouldn’t wear you out tonight. We … might have some plans for you tomorrow. BUT … “
“But?”
“I was thinking about that whole King Kong playacting the other night. I … wouldn’t mind if a huge hand scooped ME out of bed in the middle of the night … for a quickie. If you want. Just sayin’.”
Now I smirked. “Far be it from me to stand in the way of your happiness. Your wish is my command.”
She snorted. I did notice that neither Kim nor Erin looked shocked by this.
At that, I helped everyone down – and carried Kim where she wanted to go, reminding myself to find her crutches to use (or make her something if I could) – she’d need them for the next week or two. Then I cleaned up the dishes and went back to my computer, placing a couple of orders from the list of requests. I was lucky I had some savings, I certainly wasn’t working on any paying projects right now. I sighed. That done, I skimmed Craigslist – thinking since I’d found the dollhouse there, maybe I could find some used exercise equipment. I knew most donation places didn’t accept that stuff, so I suspected I could find something cheap. And I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I was surprised how much was listed. I found a treadmill, a weight set and bench, and a rowing machine. That ought to be enough to outfit a home gym, right? So I got on the phone and called the numbers with the listings, finagled a little on the price and offered a few bucks for people to drive it by here. Then as almost an afterthought, I looked for some used crutches – and HUH, found that too. So one more phone call and a little negotiating to talk the guy into dropping them off.
That done, I was ready to call it a day. Even though I’d slept in until almost lunch time, I HAD been up until almost 4am last night. My body was a little off kilter. Seemed to make sense to me to go ahead and turn in early. Plus I did offer to play King Kong again for Cindy, so I’d probably go ahead and nap for a while and then get up and grab her once it seemed like the girls were asleep.
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So a couple hours later, I did wake up, made a quick trip to the bathroom, and then knelt in front of the dollhouse, taking a moment to make sure I had the right room. I didn’t think Kim or Erin would appreciate me reaching in and grabbing them in the middle of the night – and it would probably damage any credibility I’d built up so far. No, I’d better make sure I was getting Cindy’s room – she’s the one that hinted for me to do this. So I bent down and peered in the bedroom windows. It was dark – not pitch black, but dark enough that it was hard to see, even with my eyes adjusted to the dark. I double-checked that I had Cindy and Becky’s room, and then, slowly opened the window, reached inside, carefully peeled back the piece of towel she was using as a blanket, and then wrapped my fingers around her and lifted her carefully through the window.
I confirmed it was her that I held, and slowly stood up and tiptoed into the hallway with her, trying not to make a sound. I looked at her in my hand and loosened my grip a little. She looked back at me, nibbling her lower lip.
Without a word from either of us, I slowly peeled back her nightgown and slid it over her head. For a few moments I just caressed her chest with my thumb. Then I lifted her up to my mouth and sucked on her little breasts, flicking her tiny nipples with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a purr of delight as she squirmed in my hand. I continued sucking and toying with them as I went to sit on the sofa in the front room, and with my other hand I traced a couple fingers up and down her legs and ass, which dangled down below my chin.
Once I pulled her back from my lips just a few inches, she looked a little flushed but managed to utter her first words. “Fuck me” she whispered. “Please.”
I kissed her on the stomach, lingering there for a moment as I teased her tiny belly button – it was so tiny the tip of my tongue smothered it, but it seemed I’d discovered another pleasure spot for her. As soon as she sensed I may go lower, she spread her legs eagerly, wordlessly begging me to go there. I slid my tongue down her stomach and between her legs, wrapping it around her there, encompassing everything from her front to her ass. I slid my tongue back, running along her crack and up, and then attacked her pussy. She purred and stretched back in my hand, writhing in response to each lick, and gasped once her little lips parted and I brushed her passage the first time.
For a few moments I continued to massage her there with my tongue, and then I surprised her by slipping the tip of my little finger there the moment I pulled my tongue away. I caressed the tiny space between her quivering lips with my fingertip, and then tilted her up and lowered her onto it. She gasped again and began whispering, ‘Yes, yes, yes’ in between her labored breaths as I gently pumped her, until finally she reached her peak, and collapsed in my hand at her release.
I caressed her chest and stomach with my thumb as she slowly came down from her high, gently withdrawing my fingertip from her and tasting her on my tongue.
She just grinned at me.
So I quietly walked back to the bedroom, to the window that still stood open, and lowered her back onto the towel she was sleeping on, pulled the ‘blanket’ back onto her and lay her little nightshirt over the blanket. She reached up and grabbed my finger, kissing it, before I pulled my hand away and quietly closed the window.
Then I went back to bed. Part of me thought about taking it further with her, perhaps putting her to work between my legs – a certain appendage would certainly appreciate it – however she’d hinted about having a ‘quickie’ and doing that would probably mean giving her a bath in the sink afterwards – and changing my boxers. So I let it go. The appendage was a little disappointed. Though I was curious about what Cindy was hinting for tomorrow.
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The next morning, I got up and, seeing as I’d made it up before most of the girls, went ahead and shaved and washed up right away and got dressed. Keisha was already in there washing up herself, but seeing me take a shower, or shave or brush in the other sink, hadn’t seemed to faze her at all in the past, so I went ahead with my business. By the time I was done, she was out of the bathroom already, and Maria was in her place. She smiled at me as I passed by – naked of course – to go get dressed and start making breakfast.
As I was finishing that up and starting to set up food and plates on the table, the girls started padding in. They didn’t bother waiting for the basket, so I assumed they wanted me to lift them up individually. Except that …
“Umm, Cindy? Did you forget something?”
She snickered. “Nice of you to notice. I’ll explain soon.”
By the time they’d all come in, both Cindy and Maria were naked. I was sure this had to be Cindy’s latest scheme – which I purposely tried not to listen to as they were plotting yesterday.
As they started eating – and I sat down to join them – I asked, “So what’s with the birthday suit? Not that I mind … “
Maria snorted. “I KNOW you don’t mind.”
Cindy interjected, “So here’s the deal. This is a little reward for YOU. I know you put a lot of work into rescuing our new friends here, and you risked yourself again to keep us safe on the way home. So consider this a little payback.”
“Payback?”
“We’re not pushing Erin or Kim to do this if they aren’t comfortable with it, but the rest of us will stay naked for the day. They might join us if they feel like it.” She pointedly looked at them as she said that. “You can ogle all you like.”
Maria added, “First now it’s just ogling. We have a bet going to see if you can make it half the morning and resist touching anyone. And THEN we’ll let you touch – or fondle. Unless someone says no. Our new ladies aren’t used to this, so if they say no, then it’s no.”
Cindy said, “Oh, and this time, no picking us up just to fondle – at least without permission. But yes, touching and fondling will be fine, with anyone who doesn’t say no.”
“Deal?” asked Maria. “Those are the rules.”
I nodded. “Okay. I can certainly live with that. And thank you. I do appreciate you guys … looking out for me. In your own way, I suppose.”
Cindy stopped and looked around at the others. “I think they were just waiting to hear me tell you the ground rules. Before they … partake in the activities.” Maria snorted. At that, I watched as Keisha, Becky and Melanie each stood up and undressed. I just sat there, chin in my palm, and watched the show.
“So, guys, what ARE the rules on touching?” I asked.
Cindy had a huge smirk on her face. “Anything that’s exposed is fair game. So like, if I stand here with my legs parted, I’m giving you a green light to explore me down there. But you can’t be pulling my legs apart. If I’m not exposing it then it’s off limits.”
“Okay. I can live with that.”
Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Erin get up. She muttered, “Hell, why not” as she tugged her own clothes off and set them in the pile. She looked up at me and said, “It’s not like you didn’t see me before. But I’d like to think I look better not … caked in that nasty cumshot.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Actually Erin,” I said as I ogled, “I think you’re very attractive. But during the rescue, I was more worried about getting you both out of there safely. So there really wasn’t any time for ... ogling.”
“Well, I’m USED TO being ogled.” She smirked. Then she twirled around, showing off her … assets. “You know I earned a lot of tips doing this.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. I suppose I should be flattered that I get to see it without a cover charge.”
She snorted.
Then I heard a sigh from Kim. “I can’t believe I’m going along with this” she muttered, as she started to lift her shirt off. “You know I’m not twenty anymore.”
She glanced up and saw me sizing her up with my eyes. I said, “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re attractive, and … clearly well endowed.”
Her cheeks turned pink for a moment.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to embarrass you. But they ARE nice.”
She sighed again. “Ladies, a little help here?” Erin helped her up – the cast on her leg made it awkward – and she removed her skirt.
“Hey Kim.” She glanced up at me again. “I do have some crutches on the way for you.”
“I appreciate that, but … where did you find something like that?”
“They’re just regular crutches. I’ll have to shrink them when they get here. Just like the gym equipment I ordered last night.”
Melanie shrieked. “You found some?” I nodded. “What did you get? Or it is a surprise?”
I snorted. “Nah, you’ll see it soon anyway. I found a treadmill, a rowing machine and a weight set and bench. All used, but they looked like pretty good equipment.”
She grinned ear to ear. “Thank you honey. And for that, I’ll be happy to exercise naked for you if you like. More than happy.”
I smirked. “When do I ever NOT like seeing you naked?”
She laughed. “So true.” At that she got up and strutted around for me. Yes, I’d look forward to some fondling later, though I did promise to abide by their ‘rules’ and wait until they gave me the okay.
Sometimes Cindy could come up with some crazy ideas. Made me start to wonder what sort of influence she’d be on Becky once they returned to their normal lives. Surely with all they’d been through – and all they’d done together – they were more like sisters now, than step-mother and step-daughter. I had the impression that prior to all this, they weren’t nearly as close.
For the rest of breakfast – which dragged out for an hour, not that I could complain at all – I enjoyed the view while we all talked. And aside from Kim, who was still hobbled with the cast, the others took turns strutting right under my nose, showing off and flaunting their assets. With the no-touching rule still in effect, I left to get the basket and let the girls climb on, though I did take my time leaving the kitchen, and held the basket up at almost eye level for a couple minutes, prompting a snarky “Whatcha doing?” comment from Maria.
I just grinned and replied, “Just ogling.”
So I finally set the basket down in the bedroom next to the dollhouse, and the girls piled out.
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While I probably could have hung out for hours just hovering over and ogling the girls – since, well, they did invite me to – I figured I should actually get some work done. And besides, if they were going to happily let me do ‘more’ than ogle later, then why waste my free time now? Though technically, I wasn’t doing any contract work – there was no income coming in until I started taking some new paying projects. Work in this case, was figuring out how to reverse the shrinking process.
So I spent the next hour and a half examining the laser’s specs and the wavelength output, against the constants in the equation in my current hypothesis, to assess whether the existing laser could be inverted or if I would need modifications – or perhaps a different laser. I also suspected the element – encased in a polycarbonate block – might not be 100% pure, though I hesitated to mess with it. It was very possible that either that impurity, or fluctuations in the laser, could be at least part of the reason why each victim was knocked out for so long – an average of half a day – and would probably be knocked out for half to a full day after restoration to normal size as well. I definitely needed to make another trip downtown to the lab, and also see if they had a molecular or atomic microscope. If anyone in the city had one (outside of the university) it would be there.
I did get the occasional curious visitor padding in, either wondering what I was doing – and leaving pleased that I was making progress – or wondering why I wasn’t there ogling. Like I could do that for several hours straight. The temptation to touch, fondle, or better yet, just pick them up one by one and lick them till they climaxed, would eventually be too much to resist.
Finally though, it was Melanie that came padding in about an hour before lunch. With a sly look on her face. As soon as I looked at her, she said, “Honey, they sent me to let you know that it’s now okay to touch us – or fondle us – if you want.” She had trouble saying that with a straight face.
“Oh, is that so?” I smirked. As she came closer, I got down on the carpet. She stopped right in front of me and just stood there, as I reached out and stroked her cheek, then her arm, and then began to trace my fingers over her breasts, down her stomach, down her back, over her bottom and between her legs. She conveniently stood with her legs parted a bit, intentionally inviting me to touch her wherever I liked. “You know, it’s SO tempting to just grab you and ravish you, but I’ll try to follow the rules and resist.”
She smirked back at me. She knew. She’d probably rather I went ahead and ravished her too. Later, I told myself. Definitely later. But then she surprised me and said, “Tell you what. Hold your finger here and try not to move too much.”
I did as she said, more than curious. She didn’t disappoint. First she straddled my index finger. Then she leaned forward and grabbed hold of my finger with both hands, and began rocking her hips, grinding her pussy against the pad of my finger. I felt her tiny hairs, her clit, her slightly moistened lips, and more, as she mashed them back and forth along my fingertip. I let her go on for a minute of this, before bending my thumb upwards in front of her. It took me a moment to find just the right spot where her breasts pushed against the pad of my thumb each time she drove forward. At that point I just watched – with a little amusement – as my girl rubbed her body against my fingertip to get herself off.
It took her a couple more minutes after that, but I could feel my finger getting slicker as she worked herself closer to her eventual release. I just gazed at her as she climaxed, primal sounds escaping her lips before she just held onto my finger as tight as she could and I felt her body shudder. She looked like she wanted to collapse in my hand. Blasted rules! They said not to pick anyone up while I was fondling. Though would it be breaking the rules if she climbed into my hand of her own accord?
As I was mulling that thought – while Melanie slowly came down from her high – I noticed Maria out of the corner of my eye, with a huge smirk on her face. How much had she seen? I brought a finger of my free hand to my lips, motioning for her not to say anything. She winked at me before padding off towards the hallway.
By that point, Melanie was trying to push herself back up onto her feet. I slid my finger away, mostly so I could taste her. Something I always enjoyed. Of course she knew exactly what I was doing, and gave me a silly grin. Then she sighed. “You know it’s so much better when YOU do it. To me.” She scrunched her nose. “But I hope you … at least enjoyed it a little bit.”
I smirked. “Watching you get yourself off on the tip of my finger? I think that’s the first time we ever tried that. But yeah, I did enjoy watching you. Though … I always enjoy watching you.”
She snorted. “I bet. Now do you want me to send anyone else in? Or do you want to take a break and come out?”
“Hmm … that’s an interesting thought. I suppose if someone comes in here on their own, it means they’re inviting me to … fondle. So if nobody comes in, then I should go searching. Do you think anyone’s hiding so I don’t find them?”
She laughed. “I’d never thought of that. I don’t think anyone would think to just hide. Even Erin and Kim seem like they’re at least … well, they can handle it if you start fondling, though this is their first time, so you might want to ask them first before … though knowing you, you’d probably do that anyway.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to be scaring them after one day. If they’re anything like … others in our little group, they’re probably desensitized to all the nudity and touching stuff, but I don’t want them associating me with those goons.”
She grinned. “Trust me, none of us are ever going to put them in the same league with you. They’re all just a bunch of jerks. You’re the total opposite. And everyone sees that. Everyone. You already KNOW they’d never do stuff like this with anyone else. You should be flattered.”
“I am. I just don’t want to cross the line with them … “
“You won’t. Just be yourself – and enjoy yourself. That’s the whole purpose of this. They want you to enjoy yourself once in a while.”
“Okay. You’re right. I’ll go out there in a minute. I was at this for a while anyway.”
“Good.” She started to walk off, but turned back and said, “Don’t wait too long, honey.”
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After a few minutes making sure I had my notes organized from the work I did this morning, I strolled out towards the kitchen. It was still a little early for lunch, but the coffee was still hot. As I went to pour a cup, I noticed Erin and Becky padding in together, with four cups between them.
“Oh good” Becky blurted, “can you help?”
I bent down and said “Sure” and held my hand out. They placed the four cups in my hand. I turned and stood up to get them some coffee. I kept an empty dropper by the sink just for things like this, and rinsed it out and began filling the cups with it.
As I was doing that, Becky said, “We can come up to the table … if you want.”
“Oh?” I thought for just a moment. “OH. Okay. Here.” I grabbed the little sofa off the table and set it down next to them. They both sat down and I lifted them up in it, over to the table, and set it down. I moved their four cups to the little table where they could reach them, and then sat down with my own mug.
“So what’s up, ladies?”
Becky snorted. “We were wondering where you disappeared for half the morning. Melanie was SUPPOSED TO drag you away and make you take a break. And tell you that Cindy said it’s okay to … fondle. You know, if you want to.”
I smirked. “She did. And then she … distracted me.”
Now Erin snorted.
Becky stood up and twirled and said, “Don’t I distract you? With my womanly allure?”
I grinned. “Becky, you’re ALWAYS good at distracting me. And yes you’re alluring.” I reached out a finger and she paused her twirl to let me touch her cheek, then slide my finger down to linger at her chest.
She whispered, “You know I’m still available, if Melanie ever dumps you.” She looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes.
“I know. And I told you, some guy’s going to be very lucky to have you one day. You’re smart, pretty, and you’re fun to be around. And if he forgets it, then you call me and I’ll knock some sense into him.”
She softly snorted. “I know. But YOU have me right now. So you may as well take advantage of it. I was kinda hoping you’d be all over me the minute Cindy said it was okay.”
“Yes, and I suppose I’m lucky to be the guardian of such beautiful ladies.”
She grinned at me, despite my finger lingering between her legs. As she straddled it, I slid it along her ass and intentionally brushed her clit. She shivered a little.
“Don’t forget Erin too” she managed to get out, while I continued to stroke her there, just enough to cause her a sensation.
Without removing my finger, I turned to Erin and asked, “Would you be okay with that? If I touched you?”
She giggled. “Go ahead.”
Just then my phone rang. Hoping for news from the police – had they found the compound? Had they gone in? - I answered quickly. It was Andrew. He’d just been released from the hospital and was on his way home, finally – and wanted to check in. I filled him in briefly, that I’d gotten ahold of the machine about four days ago, got it working, and I was reworking my equations and determining whether the laser that the ‘scientists’ had used, though much of those four days were spent finding and rescuing two more victims that we identified from the notes confiscated in the mansion raid. He grimaced at that, but was at least thankful that I didn’t believe there were any more, that we’d stopped them before they could go into hiding with this technology.
I saw both Erin and Becky had sat back down, listening intently while I talked to Andrew. I said, “Andrew, I have Becky here. Would it be alright to put you on speaker?”
“Absolutely” he responded, as I was setting the phone down on the table and turning up the speaker. “Can you hear me Becky?”
“Dad?”
“It’s me sweetie. Are you doing alright?”
“Yeah, we’re all good here. We’re kinda all bonding. You know, all that shared experience stuff. And my new friend Erin, she wants to go to my school. We might even get to be in one of the same classes next fall, can you believe it?”
“That sounds nice, Becky. Is this guy treating you okay?”
She huffed. “Yeah Dad. He’s great, like I keep telling you. It’s nice here.”
“Well would it be fine if I came by to visit? I haven’t seen either of you in a long time. Now that I’m out of the hospital I can come by.”
I interjected. “That would be great, Andrew. How about tomorrow? Do you want to come over for lunch? Or is a different time better?”
He grunted. “Maybe after lunch is better. I’d rather have time to visit with Cindy and my daughter, I really don’t know all these … other people.”
I gave him directions and then gave him a couple minutes to wrap up with Becky before hanging up.
“So” I said as I put my phone back in my pocket. I looked at Becky, nudging her chin with the tip of my finger. “You’ll need to let Cindy know, when you get a chance. And I’d suggest wearing clothes when he comes by.”
She snorted. “Yeah. He’s a little stodgy. He’s a boomer.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I thought he was only in his 50’s?”
She giggled. “He is. But he ACTS old. I thought Cindy would be a good influence on him. Though she’s … not as restrained as she was before. So he might be in for a surprise.”
Erin smirked.
“Oh, and thanks for not fondling me while I was talking to my dad. I don’t know how I’d explain it if I started moaning and groaning on the phone.”
Erin almost fell off the sofa laughing.
“Like I did when we were talking to your uncle?”
This time Erin did fall off the sofa. Becky stepped over to help her up and said, “See Erin, this place is a lot of fun. Some of us decided we don’t know how long we’ll be … like this, so we just want to experience as much as we can … while we can.”
Erin nodded her head. “Ah. That does explain some things.”
“Speaking of which … “ I raised my eyebrow at Erin.
She snorted again. “Okay. Go ahead. Feel me up if you want to.” She smirked as she said it, and walked a little closer to me. I reached out a finger and touched Erin on the cheek, and then traced her arm, before moving to her stomach and then sliding my finger up under her breasts and lifting them up. I kneaded them between my finger and thumb. As I held them, she asked, “Enjoying yourself I hope?”
“Definitely.” I slid my finger down and brushed the little tuft of hair above her mound.
Becky told her, “You should think about having sex with him sometime. When you’re ready for it. He’s really good.”
She deadpanned, “I’ve heard.”
I looked at Becky and said, “You know, keep that up and you’re going to have me fantasizing about a threesome with you two.”
Becky laughed. “I figured you already were.”
I grinned. “Possibly.”
Becky glanced at Erin and said, “We’ll … talk about it. I know you’re not going to make Erin do it if she doesn’t want. But maybe we’ll … surprise you.” She grinned back at me. “OH! Just to warn you too. Cindy and Maria have been … plotting.”
I snorted. “They’re ALWAYS plotting.”
“Good point. But they’re talking about something … over the top. Only once you figure out how to … fix us. A last night with us all together kind of thing, so all of us can like, thank you. She says she’s not trying to rush you, but … well, I should just let her explain it. You know I’ll fuck it up trying to explain it myself.” She scrunched her nose.
“You know I’m not pushing for you guys to do anything special. Not that I don’t appreciate it.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it when it happens.” She winked.
I spent a few more minutes with my fingers exploring both Erin and Becky as they patiently waited. I asked, “It’s getting close to lunch time. Do either of you have a preference? What do you want me to make?”
We discussed options for lunch for a couple minutes and then I got up and started cooking. They both were fine hanging out with me and talking. Erin continued to get more comfortable around me. In the meantime, Cindy came padding in, and I almost didn’t hear her – she was lucky I’d learned to always look where I was going, especially around here.
“Hey Cindy. I’m just working on lunch.”
“That’s good. I wanted to tell you, we were talking and decided there’s no reason you can’t … pick us up if you want to. It would probably make things … easier. For all of us. If you want.”
“Oh?” I remarked, and then turned and knelt down near her. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
She snort-laughed. “I think I just said that, didn’t I?”
I grinned. “Just making sure.” I reached out and she let me wrap my fingers around her and lift her up to my face. She lay back in my left hand, and my thumb drifted straight to her stomach and chest. “So what are you guys up to?”
“Just hanging out. We figured if you didn’t come by to see us yet, you were either tied up with work or someone was … distracting you. I suspect it’s a little of both.”
“Possibly so. OH, what would you think of Andrew coming to visit tomorrow?”
She was relaxed in my hand but tensed a little. “Umm … here? Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything about … how much I enjoy seeing you naked. If you don’t.”
She looked mortified for a moment, but then regained her composure. “No. He wouldn’t understand at all.”
“Hey, Cindy. Remember how you kept saying your old life is on hold. And how you wanted to experience all that you could while you’re tiny.” I barely brushed her pussy mound with my finger, and she almost without thought, parted her legs.
She closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sensation of my finger before speaking again. “True. You’re right. The way I see it, when I return to my old life I’m committed to him. Though it’s going to take a lot of work to drag him out of his shell. In this temporary life I’m living now, I’m committed to YOU. I totally admit it. Despite this predicament we’re in … the way you make me feel … I’ve never felt that way in my life before, and I probably will never come close to this when I go back to that life. If your job is taking care of us and getting us back what those goons took away, then my job is helping make you happy while you do. And right now I … ooh … I just wish you could fuck me right now. This minute. Please.”
“Umm. Cindy? Are you sure? You realize I’m making lunch, and you’ve got an audience?”
“I … OH?” She stretched and looked around and saw Becky and Erin lounging on the kitchen table. Of course they’d heard the whole thing. She was silent for a moment and I figured she was rethinking this. But then she quietly blurted, “It’s okay. They’re adults.” She nibbled her lip in hopeful anticipation. “Besides, I bet you only need one hand to stir the food.”
I snorted. “Probably. But … you’re sure? Last chance to back out.”
She gave me a sly grin. “No backing out. I’m too horny now. Do it.”
I whispered “Okay” as I held her up to my lips. She shivered. I wrapped my lips around her breasts and toyed with them for a few moments, casually glancing back at Erin and Becky as I did. I was pretty sure they knew exactly what was going on. And Becky wouldn’t be too surprised. I just was not sure what Erin would think about it. She probably thought we were all nuts. And maybe she wouldn’t be wrong to think that.
While I checked on the near-boiling pot with my right hand, I pressed Cindy against my lips with my left, and she bent her legs around my cheeks as she tried to give me as much access as she could, to her most intimate parts. I sucked gently as the tip of my tongue played with her there, tickling her as it traveled around every tiny trace of her skin. I teased her little cunt until her lips parted and I began attacking her tiny canal, eliciting squeals from her as she writhed in my hand, and very soon she climaxed, her pussy dribbling her warm juice upon my tongue.
As she caught her breath, I pulled her back just a little bit, kissed her multiple times – mostly on the chest and stomach – and then whispered, “How about you hang out here in the kitchen, food will be ready soon.”
She gave me a silly grin but didn’t answer me, as I lowered her into a chair on the kitchen table. Both Becky and Erin were sitting on the little sofa, smirking. I reached over and brushed Becky’s cheek. She blurted, “If I’d known that wasn’t against the rules I’d have asked you to do that when we first came in here!”
I smirked. “It probably still is, but you’ll have to ask Cindy. She and Maria seem to be making up the rules as they go along.”
Erin and Becky both laughed. I turned back to the stove and finished making lunch, and then – since three of the girls were already here – went ahead and began serving them.
“I’ll be back in a minute, I need to go round up the rest of the team,” I replied as I left the kitchen. I found Melanie and Maria talking in the hallway and asked, “Would you like a lift? Cindy tells me I’m allowed to pick you up now.”
Maria snorted. “Yeah, I know, don’t say it. The rules keep changing. Just run with it.” She winked. Both of them left me pick them up for the trip back to the kitchen. She added, “You know I was starting to feel neglected over here. Are you spending all your time with everyone else?”
I gave her a silly grin as I stroked her with the pad of my thumb – I was doing the same to Melanie in my other hand. “I do need to give you some more attention, don’t I.”
“Yes you do.” She just lay back and stretched in my hand. I took my time returning to the kitchen, and gave them each a kiss before setting them down on the table and turning to go find my remaining charges.
It didn’t take too long to find them still in the bedroom – Kim’s cast kept her from getting very far. “Ladies, lunch is ready. Would you like me to carry you back to the kitchen?”
Keisha laughed. “I figured once Cindy went in there to announce the latest rule change, you’d either be in here looking for us or … otherwise waylaid.”
I smirked. “More the latter, though I was making lunch too. Kim, are you alright with me picking you up? I can get the basket if you’re not comfortable.”
She sighed. “Go ahead, it’s fine. I’ve gotten so used to being naked the last few weeks, I forget I don’t have clothes on.”
I reached down and picked both of them up. “Kim, is it okay to touch you? Just want to make sure.”
She nodded. “It’s fine.” So while I stroked Keisha in my left hand, I touched Kim for the first time in my right hand. She didn’t flinch as I touched her breast for the first time, nor when I bent my thumb lower to brush the little tuft of hair below further south. Again I took my time heading back to the kitchen. Once there, I lowered Keisha to the table and lowered Kim directly onto the little sofa.
By the time I’d joined them at the table, everyone was chatting it up.
“Ladies, just a few quick announcements.” That seemed to get everyone’s attention. “First off, Andrew is coming to visit tomorrow. It’s mainly to see Becky and Cindy, and we can give them the front room to talk and catch up. He was just released from the hospital today – where he’s been since the thugs beat him up pretty badly right after the mansion raid – and hasn’t seen them since their abductions. He’s supposedly walking now, but still recovering.”
There was some murmuring. Kim asked, “Why didn’t he come see them right after they were rescued?”
I responded, “He was still being trailed by one of these thugs – or their spy I suppose – and we suspected his lines may have been tapped. I met him in the park the next day to let him know they were safe, and gave him a burner phone that they couldn’t trace, but then after that meeting a guy chased me for three blocks and up a stairwell before I knocked him out and got away. And then the next day Andrew was abducted himself, and tortured by those goons trying to find US.”
She grimaced but didn’t say any more.
“Anyway, second, we have a lot of stuff coming – I ordered everything you guys asked for last night, plus found some things on Craigslist. Some should come today and some tomorrow. So just a heads-up, to avoid the front room for now, or be prepared to run if someone comes by with a delivery. I won’t let anyone go anywhere else in the house.”
Becky asked, “What about tomorrow while Dad is visiting?”
I nodded. “If that happens I might need to either move you all to the kitchen, or see if I can take a delivery in the garage. Only trick is with the exercise equipment, a lot of that stuff is heavy. At least until I shrink it. I’ll probably have to come up with some casters to move that stuff anyway. I’ll figure something out. It’s a small house, I never expected to have 8 people living here.”
That prompted a couple of snort-laughs.
“Oh, third item. I’ve been working on the reversal process, but I’m finding two issues to overcome. One is I suspect is when they extracted the element from the meteorite, they were a little sloppy. I won’t know for sure without a high-powered microscope, which means going downtown, but contaminants would explain why the shrinking process results in someone being knocked out for so long. It also could result in side effects with the restoration. Which I’d like to avoid or minimize before I risk using it on any of you.”
“And what’s the other issue?” I saw a few concerned and apprehensive faces looking back at me.
“Just that the laser they used wasn’t ideal. It may have trouble achieving the mirror wavelength in the spectrum. It just means I may need to use a better laser.”
I was a little hesitant to admit to them that it would likely clean out my bank account.