The Tourists: Alex's Trip
Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2021 9:19 pm
Hey Everyone, thanks for checking out my first official piece, not only on here but for writing in general. I hope you enjoy and please, leave as much feedback as you like. It all helps.
As you may know, Hentai Hunter 1 has an amazing piece on here under The Tourist and has recently launched his own side piece under The Tourist name. If you haven't read them, I cannot stress enough how good they are. Anyway, we've been working together and he graciously allowed me to pen my own piece into his world and I've finally been able to share its beginning with you all. Again, I hope you enjoy!
Underscore/US.
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Chapter 1
Rose started her day like any other, being roused from her sleep by the yelling of her parent's downstairs. She didn’t have a clue what the argument was about and given how often they’d been happening of late; she didn’t care. Hauling herself out of bed, her long slender legs sweeping out from under the covers and treading her way over to her dress mirror. She stood for a moment taking in her reflection. Her long crimson red hair a shaggy mess, her perfect figure hidden behind a loose-fitting black tank top and thin pink shorts. The only noticeable shape given to her form came from the two pairs of assets she had, a nice set of Fs and a firm round ass. Gifts from her mother's side she scoffed, the only things these had gotten her were weird looks from the guys around town and rather unpleasant advances from friends of her father whenever they came by.
She was snapped from her thoughts by said father barging into her room, no knock of course.
“Geez Dad, a little warning, I could’ve been naked!” she yelled towards the rather dishevelled looking man, a scowling look adorned his face.
“Look, I ain’t got time for this, I need you to open up the shop, and I need it done now!”
“I’m not even dressed yet!” she returned.
“Look, less lip missy, you’re 25, living under my roof rent free. If I say ‘jump’, you jump, none of that ‘how high’ backtalk. Now jump to it! Dressed like that you might be able get some fresh sales in off some rich folk off the fancy boat!” he called back, tossing a set of rusted keys at her and leaving the room, bellowing a sleezy laugh as he did so.
She scowled, taking a look around her room, rotten exposed floorboards, cheap furniture falling apart against stained walls adorned with old video game posters, the likes of The Legend of Zelda, Metroid, Mario.
The fancy boat? Must be another tourist cruise. Guess I better get to it then. She scoffed, looking down at the keys.
“God, I wish someone would just take me away from all this!” she whispered aloud to herself, slipping on a pair of fluffy pink slippers and heading downstairs, passing by her mother who didn’t even shoot her a glance.
- Rose’s father owned an old run-down game store, up the hill on the edge of town. He had opened it back when games were just becoming mainstream, made a fortune. Explained how a man like him managed to land her mother, a popular model at the time. He had failed to change up the business as times changed and before long, he wasn’t even making enough money to run the place, only opening when tourists were in town or on weekends. Nowadays tourists were in town a lot thanks to the borders reopening but those that found their way up to her father's store were few and far between, and the only repeat customer they had was ‘Creepy Steve’ who lived a few doors down, though he only ever bought the cheapest things he could find, trying to get Rose’s number. After she blew up at him once, even he stopped coming by. The town was dying and nothing she did, short of selling herself online, seemed to open a way out. -
Rose made her way through a door in the back into the shopfront, the same rotten floorboards as her room above but with layers of dust, the same dust that covered the shelves, stock and the glass windows and door. Reaching the door, she put the key in, unlocked it and took a step outside. Rose took in a deep breath, the sea breeze so much nicer than the stale air inside. Taking a look down the road she could make out the hustle and bustle in town, a massive cruise ship sitting at the dock. There seemed to be quite a commotion going on but she just shrugged it off as all just rowdy tourists arguing about the ridiculous, jacked up prices on the junk the locals peddled. She returned to the store, flipping the sign to ‘OPEN’ behind her, before making her way to the back of the store and walking behind the counter to the left. She leant over, resting her top half on it, as she pulled out her phone and began flicking through apps.
I doubt anyone will come by so might as well catch up on some shows while I’m here...
A few hours in, she had caught up on the latest episodes of My Hero, Black Clover and started a new show called Fire Force, seemed to be a generic boy’s show but it was entertaining enough. She was now just playing through a gacha game on her phone when an unfamiliar bell ringing snapped her attention away.
Someone had just come in the store? I wonder who it is...bet its Steve again here to get another look in. But to her surprise it wasn’t the sweaty, overweight man struggling to fit between the shelves she expected, no this was a tall yet slim younger man, maybe early twenties, jet black hair with small frame glasses perched near the end of his nose. He wore a classy black shirt with spotless navy jeans, a simple look yet it yelled ‘money’. Under his arm was a strange box, slight shadows could be seen though, they seemed to be moving ever so slightly but Rose waved it off as a trick of the light, probably all the dust.
“Uhm Hi....can I help you there?” She called out somewhat eagerly.
“No, just browsing, thank you” He returned somewhat uninterested, his gaze not even turning her way, instead just perusing up and down the shelves, stepping sideways closer to the counter.
“Oh...ok...if you change your mind, I’m here if you need me” Her mood a little soured from his tone, she returned her attention to her phone.
A few moments later a light array of thumps on the counter roused her back. It was that young man, he’d put some items on the counter, a few SNES cartridges, she recognised a mix of well-known and obscure titles.
“I’ll take these please, and one of the SNES consoles” He motioned, pointing to the wall behind her.
“O-of course, I’ll just get that for you” Rose had barely turned around when she heard a strange whir and a click, the shelf she was looking at now seemed miles above her, but that couldn’t be right, she was sure she hadn't fallen over, it was like everything around her had become massive.
Her thoughts were shaken from her as a series of massive impacts moving behind her stole her attention, looking around the man had made his way behind the counter, he had stopped and she could see through the glasses, his piercing blue gaze was directed purely at her. He wore a smirk that sent shivers down her spine. He bent down and reached his massive hand toward her, the speed of his movements was unbelievable, so much so that she didn’t even have to time to move away before she was gathered up in a fleshy prison, moving at lightning speeds through the air up to his face, he opened his hand mere inches away. She couldn’t help but sit there, awestruck, as he raised his other hand toward her, brushing a finger up her bare leg and pressing into her chest.
After what felt like ages, he finally spoke “Hmm, guess I’ll keep you”, as his invasive digit ran rough circles between her breasts. He retracted the finger, that arm now grabbing a console off the shelves, the hand she sat in now tightened around her and with rocking motion, made its way back round to the front of the counter, with a click, a section of the lid opened on the strange box he came in with, Rose was hovered over the opening when the floor beneath seemed to slide away and she was suddenly dropped in, the roof slid back and the flap clicked shut, looking around she recognised people from all across town, must’ve been around 40 people in here, Male and Female, Young and Old, Beautiful and Hideous, even ‘Creepy Steve’ was in here, all just as small as she was but in varying states. Some were in floods of tears being consoled, others passed out in shock, one girl in particular was standing in the corner cackling away as if she’d lost her mind. Rose could make out the rustling of a large bag outside the box, likely for the items the man was now stealing. The box became rocky and people were shuffled around the place, seems they were now on the move.
What's going on here? What happened? ...What's going to happen to me? These thoughts raced through her mind over and over again, eventually taking over, everything fading to black as she collapsed to the floor unconscious.
Rose was roused from her rough slumber, that chattering from those around seemed to be getting more and more panicked, her interest was stolen by an unfamiliar voice, commanding “Next, ... Up here, ... Lid off”. Those were the only muffled words she could make out, as the world around her seemed to shift upward and land harshly on a hard surface. Suddenly she was forced to shield her eyes with her arm as the box shook, the whole lid lifting off and the sun piercing in. Getting back to her feet, her vision adjusted to the blinding light.
“Ship Pass” the gruff, unfamiliar voice beckoned.
“Oh Course, here you go”, she heard in a familiar voice.
That guy from the store!
“Ahh Dr Laughlin, Welcome back aboard. How was your first time out? Get in a good haul?”
“It’s Alex, please. And the haul was fine, managed more than I expected.” His face appearing over the edge of the box, his eyes scanned around her, pausing a few times, but her stomach sunk as their eyes met, he seemed to linger on her face, then slowly examining her every feature as a second face peered over the other side, lasering in on Rose instantly.
“Well Alex, I’m inclined to agree, Oh and please, call me James”
The two faces retraced from Rose vision, taking a second to herself she looked around, all the others in the box with her pressed together as far away from her as possible, looking at her with the same terror she felt. Outside of the box, the two men continued their conversation;
“Speaking of haul James, I rounded up a few items I’d like to keep personally, namely a games console and games, I also rounded up any vehicles I came across. What’s the process for keeping these any of these items?”
“Vehicles? That’s not something you should be able to...Oh my apologies, I see you’ve been given special permissions. In that case, I’m sure the clean-up crew will be thankful for the help! As for your question; items like the games stuff or material possessions, you can just take those onboard with you, no problem. Items like vehicles or animals are prohibited onboard for fear of any mess they make, you know, the housekeepers have enough on their plate with all the Shrunken. But any of those you round up, you’ll get ship credit for, I’m sure the clean-up crew won’t mind shipping a few things per haul back to your home as thanks, just leave on of your tags on the items you want to keep and you’ll get credits for the rest.” James chuckled
“Ahh, makes sense to me...”
Their conversation was interrupted by a third voice.
“Hey, James, would you mind cutting it short, we’ve still got loads to get through?”
“Sure, sorry about that Frank. Now, Dr Laug,,,Uhh Alex, what sort of range we’re you looking to keep?”
The young mans head reappeared over, scanning everyone again before uttering
“Let's go with females only, between fifteen and forty-five, with personal assessments up to fifty”
“Certainly”
Rose heard another click when suddenly a blue light seemed to scan back and forth under them with a whir, lights started appearing on each of the people within, an array of colours. The few children, younger teens and most male within targeted blue, older female teens, Rose and the majority of women green. Some older ones had purple or blue. The few left were marked with red beams, those seemed to be somewhat random though.
“Sorry Alex, seems you’ve got a number of Unacceptables with you” the man declared as a second click and violent whir seemed to stir outside the box. Rose ducked as low as she could as a gloved hand intruded into the box and soared towards her, she felt the horrible, rubber texture scrape over her head then leaving. Looking back, the hand had snatched up Creepy Steve behind her, his arms flailing and voice screaming at her for help before disappearing over the edge. The blood curdling scream she heard next would haunt her for the rest of her days, the whir sound grinding for a second as the scream faded. The hand came back, someone else marked red disappeared and another scream and grind could be heard, she wasn’t sure how many times it happened as after the fifth she forced her hands over her ears, she couldn’t take any more of the screaming.
After all the reds were gone, the whir stopped but the hand kept coming back, this time for the children, ripping them away from whoever they clung to. A woman tried to fight the hand as it came for her baby but with a flick of a finger; she was forced to the ground, sobbing, crying out as her child went up and over. On its last few trips, the hand gathered up the older adults, the really old just being taken away but the few marked purple were held above the box for a few moments, some returned to the box and others taken away.
Rose heard the snap of the latex glove coming up and looked around, the 40 or so people that had originally been in here had all but gone, barely 12 or so remained.
“We’ll I’d say you’ve certainly earned a fair bit of credit, eh Alex?”
“I’m sure I’ll be able to find some nice things for my little Shrunken”
An uneasy feeling came over Rose with those words, so much that she wanted to throw up.
Shrunken? What does that mean? Is that all we are now? Some kind pets for this sicko?
“Treat em well and you might some real keepers there. In my experience, treats work better than punishments so find out what the good ones like and the rest’ll follow suit soon enough.”
“Appreciate the advice, James”
Those were the last words she heard as the lid closed shut and the box was moving again, a slight sway as if her kidnapper had a chip in his step.
The swaying continued for some time, enough time for the crazy girl to come back round and cackle away to herself huddled in the corner, the crying mother had all but run out tears and wails at this point. Clearly wherever they were going wasn’t close to where they came in. She heard a beep and what sounded like a lock click, they had arrived. A few more steps and sways and the box came to rough landing. The lid ripping fully off and that dark-haired horror coming into view.
“Well little ones, welcome to your new home, for the moment atleast.” a cruel grin stretched over his face.
“Now, save me the trouble and strip, I want to see you all in your glory in the time it takes me to come back, anyone still clothed when I do...well, here’s hoping you're not attached to those clothes cause I won’t be gentle in getting my way...” He paused for a moment, seeming to look each of the others over, a familiar feeling came over Rose as thick appendages grabbed at her, a rough thumb squeezing her against two digits at her back, lifting her with such ferocity she came clean out her slippers. Dropping her, landing on her ass against his open palm, his visage mere inches away.
“Cept you, you’ll be joining me tonight cutie” he declared as he took a few steps away from the box giving her a chance to look around, the room was a massive, luxury suite, the bed twice the size of her only dinky one, a small dollhouse perched on the bedside table infront of a series of bay windows, leading round a curve to a fitted desk with a sharp, sleek computer atop. Swivelling her head to look back, the container she had just been in sat on a set of drawers, above it, a series of interconnected glass cages, there looked to be beds and fully equipped bathrooms in them. She gulped, assuming that was going to be her living arrangements from now on. She’d have broken down in tears if she wasn’t equally as filled with wonder at the rest of the giant room, the luxurious tone beyond her wildest dreams. However, her wonder didn’t last long as her captor moved out of that room into what looked like a shared room, a couple of other doors leading to similar rooms she thought as she was deposited on a desk, next to her a strange machine, with straps and holds, a glass tube encasing them, her heart sank it looked like some kind of torture device. She started crawling back for it when she hit the warm fleshy wall that was his hand. His body coming into view as he sat at the desk, clicking a few buttons, the machine came to life.
“Careful there little Shrunken, wouldn’t want you falling, would be such a waste”
“R-Rose”
His ears perked and eyes narrowed
“You say something?”
“My name’s Rose, not Little Shrunken”
“Rose....nice name, it suits you” His hand scooping her back onto her feet.
“And you are?” She grilled, shrugging off his touch.
“Name’s Alex, Alex Laughlin” He smiled, bringing his face down onto the desk infront of her.
“What do you want with me Alex?” her voice stumbling, body quaking in fear.
“I mean, I have what I want, You. Hate to tell you but you’re mine now, my little Shrunken, basically my pet” his finger stroked at her back.
“I’m not a pet! I’m a person!” fury in her tone, forcing a laugh from him
“Uhhh not anymore, I’m afraid, you’re just a pet, free to do with as I wish. Sooner you get that, sooner your life becomes easier. Now, do me a favour and get those rags off”
“Wha...why? No! I won’t do it” she declared, stomping her foot on the desk, fists clenched. His head drooping in defeat, a sigh escaping him, before his eyes coming back up with a pleading expression.
“Look Rose, I’m trying here. Just cause you’re my Shrunken, same with the rest in there, doesn’t mean we have to be enemies, we can be friends, I want us to be friends, it will make both our lives easier. You can struggle, fight, do whatever you want but I’ll get what I want either way. I’d rather treat you like the beautiful creature you are than some toy to be used and ignored. Please, just so the smart thing and cooperate. Treat me with respect and I’ll treat you with some too.”
Rose paused for a moment, trying to take it all in, coming together as tears began to stream down her face.
“I...I... I just...why?”
“I can't pretend to understand what this is like but the sooner you adjust, the better you’ll feel, but until then, just, please do what I ask.” he pleaded, a finger reaching over her shoulder and gently rubbing her cheek.
“Ok fine...guess I've got no other choice” Rose scowled, shooting daggers at Alex as she pulled her black tank top up over her head and threw it down, her bare breasts bouncing slightly, as she bent over, slipping down her cute little shorts, stepping out of one side and kicking the garment off toward his giant face, bouncing off the tip of his nose.
“Well, it’s a start, I suppose you deserve a reward for your cooperation” A wicked grin came over him as his other hand snatched her up, her breasts cupped by his thumb, arms pinned by her side and legs flailing as he leaned back in the chair. His eyes looked her over as his other hand came up and pinched firmly at her breasts.
“Woah, those are real?” He muttered under his breath, his fingers moving their attention around her body, catching a feel at her ass, stroking up her leg, Rose felt a strange feeling begin to stir in her lower regions.
Am I getting turned on by this?
His finger slowly travelled down, around the back of her leg and under her foot, causing her to burst out giggling, her legs flailing even more, Alex chuckled as well, her smile was gorgeous, her skin like silk. He had hit the jackpot with this one. Bringer her closer to his face, he wedged his finger between her feet and began to slowly stroke up and down, getting progressively further up with each pass. Rose could feel her body begin to betray her, her legs refusing to close and instead starting to open up, she was beginning to sweat, her mind aflurry of thoughts, fighting off her body's desires.
He’s about to rape me. Rape me! And here I am, wanting him to do it, to do me, to treat me like a toy for his sick pleasures.
She could hate him later, she would hate him later, but for now, she just wanted that invasive digit in her womanhood, she wanted to feel his breath wash over her, his fingers all over her body. All feelings of rage disappearing in a sea of pleasures.
Alex finger had reached her upper thigh and spread her legs wide with no effort, a familiar damp on his finger and sweet fragrance in his nose, grinning hungrily, he knew what that meant.
As if reading her mind, the hand holding her opened up and tiled back as she lay there, exposed to his pervasive eyes. His perusive digit doing slow, teasing circles around her burning nethers, his other hand setting to work, stroking over her body, grazing her heaving breasts, tickling at her awoken nipples.
“Enjoying this are we?” he teased.
“Y-yes” she weakly mustered between baited breaths
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes”
“Then I need you to promise to do somethings for me”
A-anything!" She squeaked
“You’ll do anything I ask”
“Yes”
“Then, what are you?”
“I’m me”
“Not who, what are you?”
She said nothing. His finger closing in on her pulsing vulva, stroking lightly at the opening as he repeated.
“What are you?”
“I’m your pet, your toy, whatever you want me to be!” she called out, her feet finding the edge of his hand and pressing her own hips up and down against his finger.
“And what do you want?” He enquired, raising an eyebrow at her actions.
“I want you to use me, play with me, finish me!” She screamed, as he retracted his finger from her, a disappointed sound echoing from her.
“Attagirl” he whispered under a hushed breath as he pursed open his lips and brought them around her lower half. Forcing her legs to straddle against the sides of his face, his tongue replacing where his finger used to be, pressing firmly before beginning to lick ferociously as her most sensitive spot.
He wanted to drag it out more, her squeaks and squeals were like music to his ears, her taste was indescribable, but he had things to do, places to be, so his elative distraction couldn’t go on much longer.
She felt him speed up his lashing, her burning passion ablaze, she couldn’t help but flex her hips in pace with him, her arms grasping at his nearest finger, holding the digit tight to her chest as she smothered it with passionate kisses, her heaving demeanour reaching closer and closer to her apex until at last, her whole body felt ashudder, with a final heave, her back arched clean off his hand before collapsing back down in an awe of glory. She held the finger tighter, struggling to regain her breathing. His face retracting from her, he gave her a cruel cool blow over her sweat soaked body as he licked his satisfied lips.
“Did we enjoy that, my little Rose?” he teased
“Ye....yes....” she weakly muffled between heavy breaths, placing another kiss on his chest pressed digit.
“I’m glad, I hope this will be the beginning of a very rewarding relationship” he cooed with a gentle, almost smile.
As you may know, Hentai Hunter 1 has an amazing piece on here under The Tourist and has recently launched his own side piece under The Tourist name. If you haven't read them, I cannot stress enough how good they are. Anyway, we've been working together and he graciously allowed me to pen my own piece into his world and I've finally been able to share its beginning with you all. Again, I hope you enjoy!
Underscore/US.
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Chapter 1
Rose started her day like any other, being roused from her sleep by the yelling of her parent's downstairs. She didn’t have a clue what the argument was about and given how often they’d been happening of late; she didn’t care. Hauling herself out of bed, her long slender legs sweeping out from under the covers and treading her way over to her dress mirror. She stood for a moment taking in her reflection. Her long crimson red hair a shaggy mess, her perfect figure hidden behind a loose-fitting black tank top and thin pink shorts. The only noticeable shape given to her form came from the two pairs of assets she had, a nice set of Fs and a firm round ass. Gifts from her mother's side she scoffed, the only things these had gotten her were weird looks from the guys around town and rather unpleasant advances from friends of her father whenever they came by.
She was snapped from her thoughts by said father barging into her room, no knock of course.
“Geez Dad, a little warning, I could’ve been naked!” she yelled towards the rather dishevelled looking man, a scowling look adorned his face.
“Look, I ain’t got time for this, I need you to open up the shop, and I need it done now!”
“I’m not even dressed yet!” she returned.
“Look, less lip missy, you’re 25, living under my roof rent free. If I say ‘jump’, you jump, none of that ‘how high’ backtalk. Now jump to it! Dressed like that you might be able get some fresh sales in off some rich folk off the fancy boat!” he called back, tossing a set of rusted keys at her and leaving the room, bellowing a sleezy laugh as he did so.
She scowled, taking a look around her room, rotten exposed floorboards, cheap furniture falling apart against stained walls adorned with old video game posters, the likes of The Legend of Zelda, Metroid, Mario.
The fancy boat? Must be another tourist cruise. Guess I better get to it then. She scoffed, looking down at the keys.
“God, I wish someone would just take me away from all this!” she whispered aloud to herself, slipping on a pair of fluffy pink slippers and heading downstairs, passing by her mother who didn’t even shoot her a glance.
- Rose’s father owned an old run-down game store, up the hill on the edge of town. He had opened it back when games were just becoming mainstream, made a fortune. Explained how a man like him managed to land her mother, a popular model at the time. He had failed to change up the business as times changed and before long, he wasn’t even making enough money to run the place, only opening when tourists were in town or on weekends. Nowadays tourists were in town a lot thanks to the borders reopening but those that found their way up to her father's store were few and far between, and the only repeat customer they had was ‘Creepy Steve’ who lived a few doors down, though he only ever bought the cheapest things he could find, trying to get Rose’s number. After she blew up at him once, even he stopped coming by. The town was dying and nothing she did, short of selling herself online, seemed to open a way out. -
Rose made her way through a door in the back into the shopfront, the same rotten floorboards as her room above but with layers of dust, the same dust that covered the shelves, stock and the glass windows and door. Reaching the door, she put the key in, unlocked it and took a step outside. Rose took in a deep breath, the sea breeze so much nicer than the stale air inside. Taking a look down the road she could make out the hustle and bustle in town, a massive cruise ship sitting at the dock. There seemed to be quite a commotion going on but she just shrugged it off as all just rowdy tourists arguing about the ridiculous, jacked up prices on the junk the locals peddled. She returned to the store, flipping the sign to ‘OPEN’ behind her, before making her way to the back of the store and walking behind the counter to the left. She leant over, resting her top half on it, as she pulled out her phone and began flicking through apps.
I doubt anyone will come by so might as well catch up on some shows while I’m here...
A few hours in, she had caught up on the latest episodes of My Hero, Black Clover and started a new show called Fire Force, seemed to be a generic boy’s show but it was entertaining enough. She was now just playing through a gacha game on her phone when an unfamiliar bell ringing snapped her attention away.
Someone had just come in the store? I wonder who it is...bet its Steve again here to get another look in. But to her surprise it wasn’t the sweaty, overweight man struggling to fit between the shelves she expected, no this was a tall yet slim younger man, maybe early twenties, jet black hair with small frame glasses perched near the end of his nose. He wore a classy black shirt with spotless navy jeans, a simple look yet it yelled ‘money’. Under his arm was a strange box, slight shadows could be seen though, they seemed to be moving ever so slightly but Rose waved it off as a trick of the light, probably all the dust.
“Uhm Hi....can I help you there?” She called out somewhat eagerly.
“No, just browsing, thank you” He returned somewhat uninterested, his gaze not even turning her way, instead just perusing up and down the shelves, stepping sideways closer to the counter.
“Oh...ok...if you change your mind, I’m here if you need me” Her mood a little soured from his tone, she returned her attention to her phone.
A few moments later a light array of thumps on the counter roused her back. It was that young man, he’d put some items on the counter, a few SNES cartridges, she recognised a mix of well-known and obscure titles.
“I’ll take these please, and one of the SNES consoles” He motioned, pointing to the wall behind her.
“O-of course, I’ll just get that for you” Rose had barely turned around when she heard a strange whir and a click, the shelf she was looking at now seemed miles above her, but that couldn’t be right, she was sure she hadn't fallen over, it was like everything around her had become massive.
Her thoughts were shaken from her as a series of massive impacts moving behind her stole her attention, looking around the man had made his way behind the counter, he had stopped and she could see through the glasses, his piercing blue gaze was directed purely at her. He wore a smirk that sent shivers down her spine. He bent down and reached his massive hand toward her, the speed of his movements was unbelievable, so much so that she didn’t even have to time to move away before she was gathered up in a fleshy prison, moving at lightning speeds through the air up to his face, he opened his hand mere inches away. She couldn’t help but sit there, awestruck, as he raised his other hand toward her, brushing a finger up her bare leg and pressing into her chest.
After what felt like ages, he finally spoke “Hmm, guess I’ll keep you”, as his invasive digit ran rough circles between her breasts. He retracted the finger, that arm now grabbing a console off the shelves, the hand she sat in now tightened around her and with rocking motion, made its way back round to the front of the counter, with a click, a section of the lid opened on the strange box he came in with, Rose was hovered over the opening when the floor beneath seemed to slide away and she was suddenly dropped in, the roof slid back and the flap clicked shut, looking around she recognised people from all across town, must’ve been around 40 people in here, Male and Female, Young and Old, Beautiful and Hideous, even ‘Creepy Steve’ was in here, all just as small as she was but in varying states. Some were in floods of tears being consoled, others passed out in shock, one girl in particular was standing in the corner cackling away as if she’d lost her mind. Rose could make out the rustling of a large bag outside the box, likely for the items the man was now stealing. The box became rocky and people were shuffled around the place, seems they were now on the move.
What's going on here? What happened? ...What's going to happen to me? These thoughts raced through her mind over and over again, eventually taking over, everything fading to black as she collapsed to the floor unconscious.
Rose was roused from her rough slumber, that chattering from those around seemed to be getting more and more panicked, her interest was stolen by an unfamiliar voice, commanding “Next, ... Up here, ... Lid off”. Those were the only muffled words she could make out, as the world around her seemed to shift upward and land harshly on a hard surface. Suddenly she was forced to shield her eyes with her arm as the box shook, the whole lid lifting off and the sun piercing in. Getting back to her feet, her vision adjusted to the blinding light.
“Ship Pass” the gruff, unfamiliar voice beckoned.
“Oh Course, here you go”, she heard in a familiar voice.
That guy from the store!
“Ahh Dr Laughlin, Welcome back aboard. How was your first time out? Get in a good haul?”
“It’s Alex, please. And the haul was fine, managed more than I expected.” His face appearing over the edge of the box, his eyes scanned around her, pausing a few times, but her stomach sunk as their eyes met, he seemed to linger on her face, then slowly examining her every feature as a second face peered over the other side, lasering in on Rose instantly.
“Well Alex, I’m inclined to agree, Oh and please, call me James”
The two faces retraced from Rose vision, taking a second to herself she looked around, all the others in the box with her pressed together as far away from her as possible, looking at her with the same terror she felt. Outside of the box, the two men continued their conversation;
“Speaking of haul James, I rounded up a few items I’d like to keep personally, namely a games console and games, I also rounded up any vehicles I came across. What’s the process for keeping these any of these items?”
“Vehicles? That’s not something you should be able to...Oh my apologies, I see you’ve been given special permissions. In that case, I’m sure the clean-up crew will be thankful for the help! As for your question; items like the games stuff or material possessions, you can just take those onboard with you, no problem. Items like vehicles or animals are prohibited onboard for fear of any mess they make, you know, the housekeepers have enough on their plate with all the Shrunken. But any of those you round up, you’ll get ship credit for, I’m sure the clean-up crew won’t mind shipping a few things per haul back to your home as thanks, just leave on of your tags on the items you want to keep and you’ll get credits for the rest.” James chuckled
“Ahh, makes sense to me...”
Their conversation was interrupted by a third voice.
“Hey, James, would you mind cutting it short, we’ve still got loads to get through?”
“Sure, sorry about that Frank. Now, Dr Laug,,,Uhh Alex, what sort of range we’re you looking to keep?”
The young mans head reappeared over, scanning everyone again before uttering
“Let's go with females only, between fifteen and forty-five, with personal assessments up to fifty”
“Certainly”
Rose heard another click when suddenly a blue light seemed to scan back and forth under them with a whir, lights started appearing on each of the people within, an array of colours. The few children, younger teens and most male within targeted blue, older female teens, Rose and the majority of women green. Some older ones had purple or blue. The few left were marked with red beams, those seemed to be somewhat random though.
“Sorry Alex, seems you’ve got a number of Unacceptables with you” the man declared as a second click and violent whir seemed to stir outside the box. Rose ducked as low as she could as a gloved hand intruded into the box and soared towards her, she felt the horrible, rubber texture scrape over her head then leaving. Looking back, the hand had snatched up Creepy Steve behind her, his arms flailing and voice screaming at her for help before disappearing over the edge. The blood curdling scream she heard next would haunt her for the rest of her days, the whir sound grinding for a second as the scream faded. The hand came back, someone else marked red disappeared and another scream and grind could be heard, she wasn’t sure how many times it happened as after the fifth she forced her hands over her ears, she couldn’t take any more of the screaming.
After all the reds were gone, the whir stopped but the hand kept coming back, this time for the children, ripping them away from whoever they clung to. A woman tried to fight the hand as it came for her baby but with a flick of a finger; she was forced to the ground, sobbing, crying out as her child went up and over. On its last few trips, the hand gathered up the older adults, the really old just being taken away but the few marked purple were held above the box for a few moments, some returned to the box and others taken away.
Rose heard the snap of the latex glove coming up and looked around, the 40 or so people that had originally been in here had all but gone, barely 12 or so remained.
“We’ll I’d say you’ve certainly earned a fair bit of credit, eh Alex?”
“I’m sure I’ll be able to find some nice things for my little Shrunken”
An uneasy feeling came over Rose with those words, so much that she wanted to throw up.
Shrunken? What does that mean? Is that all we are now? Some kind pets for this sicko?
“Treat em well and you might some real keepers there. In my experience, treats work better than punishments so find out what the good ones like and the rest’ll follow suit soon enough.”
“Appreciate the advice, James”
Those were the last words she heard as the lid closed shut and the box was moving again, a slight sway as if her kidnapper had a chip in his step.
The swaying continued for some time, enough time for the crazy girl to come back round and cackle away to herself huddled in the corner, the crying mother had all but run out tears and wails at this point. Clearly wherever they were going wasn’t close to where they came in. She heard a beep and what sounded like a lock click, they had arrived. A few more steps and sways and the box came to rough landing. The lid ripping fully off and that dark-haired horror coming into view.
“Well little ones, welcome to your new home, for the moment atleast.” a cruel grin stretched over his face.
“Now, save me the trouble and strip, I want to see you all in your glory in the time it takes me to come back, anyone still clothed when I do...well, here’s hoping you're not attached to those clothes cause I won’t be gentle in getting my way...” He paused for a moment, seeming to look each of the others over, a familiar feeling came over Rose as thick appendages grabbed at her, a rough thumb squeezing her against two digits at her back, lifting her with such ferocity she came clean out her slippers. Dropping her, landing on her ass against his open palm, his visage mere inches away.
“Cept you, you’ll be joining me tonight cutie” he declared as he took a few steps away from the box giving her a chance to look around, the room was a massive, luxury suite, the bed twice the size of her only dinky one, a small dollhouse perched on the bedside table infront of a series of bay windows, leading round a curve to a fitted desk with a sharp, sleek computer atop. Swivelling her head to look back, the container she had just been in sat on a set of drawers, above it, a series of interconnected glass cages, there looked to be beds and fully equipped bathrooms in them. She gulped, assuming that was going to be her living arrangements from now on. She’d have broken down in tears if she wasn’t equally as filled with wonder at the rest of the giant room, the luxurious tone beyond her wildest dreams. However, her wonder didn’t last long as her captor moved out of that room into what looked like a shared room, a couple of other doors leading to similar rooms she thought as she was deposited on a desk, next to her a strange machine, with straps and holds, a glass tube encasing them, her heart sank it looked like some kind of torture device. She started crawling back for it when she hit the warm fleshy wall that was his hand. His body coming into view as he sat at the desk, clicking a few buttons, the machine came to life.
“Careful there little Shrunken, wouldn’t want you falling, would be such a waste”
“R-Rose”
His ears perked and eyes narrowed
“You say something?”
“My name’s Rose, not Little Shrunken”
“Rose....nice name, it suits you” His hand scooping her back onto her feet.
“And you are?” She grilled, shrugging off his touch.
“Name’s Alex, Alex Laughlin” He smiled, bringing his face down onto the desk infront of her.
“What do you want with me Alex?” her voice stumbling, body quaking in fear.
“I mean, I have what I want, You. Hate to tell you but you’re mine now, my little Shrunken, basically my pet” his finger stroked at her back.
“I’m not a pet! I’m a person!” fury in her tone, forcing a laugh from him
“Uhhh not anymore, I’m afraid, you’re just a pet, free to do with as I wish. Sooner you get that, sooner your life becomes easier. Now, do me a favour and get those rags off”
“Wha...why? No! I won’t do it” she declared, stomping her foot on the desk, fists clenched. His head drooping in defeat, a sigh escaping him, before his eyes coming back up with a pleading expression.
“Look Rose, I’m trying here. Just cause you’re my Shrunken, same with the rest in there, doesn’t mean we have to be enemies, we can be friends, I want us to be friends, it will make both our lives easier. You can struggle, fight, do whatever you want but I’ll get what I want either way. I’d rather treat you like the beautiful creature you are than some toy to be used and ignored. Please, just so the smart thing and cooperate. Treat me with respect and I’ll treat you with some too.”
Rose paused for a moment, trying to take it all in, coming together as tears began to stream down her face.
“I...I... I just...why?”
“I can't pretend to understand what this is like but the sooner you adjust, the better you’ll feel, but until then, just, please do what I ask.” he pleaded, a finger reaching over her shoulder and gently rubbing her cheek.
“Ok fine...guess I've got no other choice” Rose scowled, shooting daggers at Alex as she pulled her black tank top up over her head and threw it down, her bare breasts bouncing slightly, as she bent over, slipping down her cute little shorts, stepping out of one side and kicking the garment off toward his giant face, bouncing off the tip of his nose.
“Well, it’s a start, I suppose you deserve a reward for your cooperation” A wicked grin came over him as his other hand snatched her up, her breasts cupped by his thumb, arms pinned by her side and legs flailing as he leaned back in the chair. His eyes looked her over as his other hand came up and pinched firmly at her breasts.
“Woah, those are real?” He muttered under his breath, his fingers moving their attention around her body, catching a feel at her ass, stroking up her leg, Rose felt a strange feeling begin to stir in her lower regions.
Am I getting turned on by this?
His finger slowly travelled down, around the back of her leg and under her foot, causing her to burst out giggling, her legs flailing even more, Alex chuckled as well, her smile was gorgeous, her skin like silk. He had hit the jackpot with this one. Bringer her closer to his face, he wedged his finger between her feet and began to slowly stroke up and down, getting progressively further up with each pass. Rose could feel her body begin to betray her, her legs refusing to close and instead starting to open up, she was beginning to sweat, her mind aflurry of thoughts, fighting off her body's desires.
He’s about to rape me. Rape me! And here I am, wanting him to do it, to do me, to treat me like a toy for his sick pleasures.
She could hate him later, she would hate him later, but for now, she just wanted that invasive digit in her womanhood, she wanted to feel his breath wash over her, his fingers all over her body. All feelings of rage disappearing in a sea of pleasures.
Alex finger had reached her upper thigh and spread her legs wide with no effort, a familiar damp on his finger and sweet fragrance in his nose, grinning hungrily, he knew what that meant.
As if reading her mind, the hand holding her opened up and tiled back as she lay there, exposed to his pervasive eyes. His perusive digit doing slow, teasing circles around her burning nethers, his other hand setting to work, stroking over her body, grazing her heaving breasts, tickling at her awoken nipples.
“Enjoying this are we?” he teased.
“Y-yes” she weakly mustered between baited breaths
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes”
“Then I need you to promise to do somethings for me”
A-anything!" She squeaked
“You’ll do anything I ask”
“Yes”
“Then, what are you?”
“I’m me”
“Not who, what are you?”
She said nothing. His finger closing in on her pulsing vulva, stroking lightly at the opening as he repeated.
“What are you?”
“I’m your pet, your toy, whatever you want me to be!” she called out, her feet finding the edge of his hand and pressing her own hips up and down against his finger.
“And what do you want?” He enquired, raising an eyebrow at her actions.
“I want you to use me, play with me, finish me!” She screamed, as he retracted his finger from her, a disappointed sound echoing from her.
“Attagirl” he whispered under a hushed breath as he pursed open his lips and brought them around her lower half. Forcing her legs to straddle against the sides of his face, his tongue replacing where his finger used to be, pressing firmly before beginning to lick ferociously as her most sensitive spot.
He wanted to drag it out more, her squeaks and squeals were like music to his ears, her taste was indescribable, but he had things to do, places to be, so his elative distraction couldn’t go on much longer.
She felt him speed up his lashing, her burning passion ablaze, she couldn’t help but flex her hips in pace with him, her arms grasping at his nearest finger, holding the digit tight to her chest as she smothered it with passionate kisses, her heaving demeanour reaching closer and closer to her apex until at last, her whole body felt ashudder, with a final heave, her back arched clean off his hand before collapsing back down in an awe of glory. She held the finger tighter, struggling to regain her breathing. His face retracting from her, he gave her a cruel cool blow over her sweat soaked body as he licked his satisfied lips.
“Did we enjoy that, my little Rose?” he teased
“Ye....yes....” she weakly muffled between heavy breaths, placing another kiss on his chest pressed digit.
“I’m glad, I hope this will be the beginning of a very rewarding relationship” he cooed with a gentle, almost smile.