Emily: (11:30PM) Holy shit!
Emily: (11:30PM) She does look like me.
Emily: (11:30PM) You’re so mean to them
Emily: (11:30PM) Fuck, it’s hot
Emily: (11:30PM) I love it when they bow to you
Keeping hold of her tiny lookalike in one hand, Lena scrolled through Emily’s latest messages. Her heart fastened as the praise she received sent shivers of pleasure all over her body. Despite never giving any particular attention to the respect she commanded, Lena had to admit reading the words coming out of her feisty girlfriend never failed to fill her with a warm and addicting feeling of pride. It was amusing to see the usually cunning redhead melt before her with nothing but a few words.
“If it can make you feel any better, little one, you’re making a great impression right now.” Lena teased the tiny lookalike, desperately struggling between her thumb and index. The shrunken woman barely registered the praise coming from above as she focused on digging her fingers in the titaness’ thick skin, hoping to find a way to lift the unmovable digits. As she finally breathed again after a long yet useless effort, another loud chime echoed out of Lena’s phone.
Emily: (11:32PM) You’re still there?
Lena giggled as she read Ems’ latest message, knowing her short absence was driving her wild. The young captain relaxed back in her chair, the mental image of her girlfriend hanging onto her every word settling in her mind. The distant screams coming from her feet barely registered as Lena’s focus on finding a clever comeback suddenly outweighed her helpers’’ comfort and safety. Below, the four women tried their best to survive their owner’s carelessness - torn between their safety and their duty.
Lena: (11:33PM) You know Ems, big people have important things to do…
Happy with her answer, Lena watched with glee the three dots dance at the bottom of her screen again. She imagined Emily trying her best to answer - as fast as she could with only one free hand to type. Lust filled Lena’s mind as her hand holding the unfortunate lookalike mechanically drifted towards her tingling crotch. The desperate screams coming out of the tiny woman barely reached Lena’s ears as she solely focused on her phone’s screen. As the small woman braced for impact against the warm fabric of Lena’s pants, she suddenly came to a halt, saved by a notification bell.
Emily: (11:34PM) You’re right, Miss Oxton. I can be discreet tho ;)
Lena: (11:34PM) Hmm, go on. What do you have in mind, my little stealth agent?
The shrunken lookalike looked up to see the giant brunette smirking as she typed and sent her reply with one agile thumb. Still struggling, the tiny woman felt beads of sweat run down her skin as the temperature rose around her. She looked with disgust at the thin layer of fabric facing her, knowing perfectly what laid behind it. Taking deep breaths out of exhaustion, she could smell the soft scent of Lena’s sex mixing with the heavy air around her.
Unaware of the torments she was inflicting, Lena’s imagination ran wild. She had discussed Emily’s fantasies many times and wondered what her girlfriend would suggest next. Images of a tiny redhead down at her feet, bowed on her desk or disappearing in the shadows of her closing waistband juggled in her head, bringing another wave of pleasure she couldn’t push back. Without warning, her delicate fingers holding her tiny lookalike crashed against her womanhood, silencing the tiny woman’s screams as her mouth filled with gray fabric. Rubbing her in slow circles against her crotch, Lena sighed dreamily as the little arms and legs flailing against her sex sent soft pulses of pleasure across her body. A quiet moan escaped Lena’s lips as she felt her tiny helpers working down at her feet and her makeshift prop struggling. A sudden vibration in her fingers accompanied by the familiar notification sound brought her back to reality.
Emily (11:36PM) You wouldn’t believe how many things I have in mind…
Emily (11:36PM) I want to be in your big boss pants when you lead one of your operations
Emily (11:37PM) I’d love to see the great Tracer in action, giving out orders and stuff
Emily (11:37PM) Well, not see really
Emily (11:37PM) You get it
Lena’s index rose along her tiny lookalike’s back as she read Emily’s latest messages. Feeling the tiny woman’s hair against her fingertip, the young captain mechanically pressed down on it, pushing her face against her clit. A smile covered Lena’s lips as a jolt of pleasure startled her. Bringing her phone down towards the tiny woman on her crotch, Lena opened her camera once again and captured her weakening form. With her face trapped in darkness, the artificial shutter sound echoed loudly above the shrunken woman’s head, stripping her off the little amount of dignity she had left.
Lena: (11:38PM) Sent a video
Lena: (11:38PM) This you?
Lena giggled as she pressed Send and watched the marker beneath her message instantly change to Read. The three dots reappeared, dancing once more on the phone’s screen.
Emily: (11:39PM) Fuck
Emily: (11:39PM) If I had known I’d ever see you do that
Emily: (11:39PM) Probably wouldn’t have been mad at you ever
Lena laughed as she read Ems’ messages. Slowly but surely, she was getting her way, making sure tonight’s mishap would be forgiven by the time she made it home.
Lena: (11:40PM) Probably wise to not be mad at me ever
Lena: (11:40PM) I feel you should take that approach
Lena: (11:40PM) Set up a scoreboard on the kitchen blackboard. Call it “Tiny Ems Karma”
Lena: (11:41PM) Good Ems gets to spend the day with me
Lena: (11:41PM) Bad Ems stays home cleaning sneakers
Lena: (11:41PM) Absolutely fair, no flaws
Lena smiled as she pressed on all of Emily’s buttons, trying her best to recall the different things her girlfriend had told her about her fantasies.
Emily: (11:42PM) “Still not bug size” Ems really wants you home right now
Emily: (11:42PM) Looks like you’re too good
Emily: (11:43PM) Getting away with it so easily
Lena: (11:44PM) To be fair, that’s kinda what I do
Emily: (11:44PM) Get back here with a gift and we can forget about the trauma of me eating all those pasta alone.
Lena: (11:45PM) A preference on the gift?
Emily: (11:45PM) It better be all warm and sticky. Proof you were really hard at work tonight
Lena’s fingers paused and relaxed, carefully grabbing the tired form of the shrunken lookalike. The poor thing had stopped struggling, aware of the futility of her efforts. Feeling dirty from the humid fabric she had spent the past few minutes trapped against, she didn’t dare look up to her tormentor despite feeling her joyful gaze settle down on her.
“Psst, you okay down there?” Lena whispered down to the tiny woman laying motionless between her slender fingers. The shrunken blonde didn’t answer, too tired to bother. “You’re really gonna hate me, but there’s something more I need you to do tonight…”
As promised, this chapter of the Victims of the Anomaly continues as Lena loses herself a bit as she tries to get Emily to forget about her latest... mishap. The poor unlucky lookalike is getting a brutal welcome by Lena and she might not even be at the end of her misfortune - but that's for the next part ;)
As always, I hope you've enjoyed this new piece!