Zoe brushed her brown locks out of her face, annoyed that they stuck there with sweat.
Stupid hundred-degree-plus heat. Stupid broken AC.
The 6'4" girl had been pulling at her shirt all day, but the thick cotton cloth she had to wear for work stuck stubbornly to her skin. Hopefully she could just lie on the floor in her apartment and-
Her phone went off. An alert on Skype.
Her problems forgotten, Zoe checked the little black rectangle. Bryanna's name flashed in blue letters, beside a picture of a fictional character Zoe had forgotten the name of.
Bryanna was a friend she'd met online, through mutual disinterest in programs to "rehabilitate" Unbound. The two girls lived on opposite sides of the country, but their mutual standing as dominatrices missing their subs kept them glued fast to one another, speaking online on a daily basis. The relationship was never to be romantic- Bryanna didn't find Zoe's height attractive, Zoe thought the same of Bryanna's bisexuality, and neither would bow to the other's authority besides- but they sexually teased one another frequently, and were fine being friends in any case.
"Yo," Zoe said, her tone betraying some of how tired and annoyed she was. "How are we doing where the sun rises?"
"All is on fire over here," Bryanna said, "and you're shining, so I guess you're the same."
"I want a fucking shower," Zoe said, tired.
"You want me to watch?" Bryanna replied sultrily.
"I'd rather not," Zoe said, beginning to get into the swing of things, "but I think one little hydrophile wants to, anyway."
"I'm good for now," Bryanna laughed. "If you want to get to the sexual stuff, believe me when I say that there's something else I'd prefer at the moment."
"Oy, am I your camgirl?" Zoe yelled sarcastically.
"Yes, and like a good porn star you should get to the good part," Bryanna replied with a laugh.
Zoe flopped to the floor, removing her beat-up old sneakers without using her hands- truly a feat for feet. "Oh no, fuck that, now I'm going to take as long as possible."
"Damnit, Zoe, just do it! You know I give you masturbation fuel when you need it! I'm horny, damnit!" Bryanna yelled into her end of the conversation.
"I'll hold you to that," Zoe replied, pulling her work shirt off, exposing her bra to the marginally cooler air, giving her goosebumps. "Oh, man, this feels fantastic."
"Bra OFF, Zoe," Bryanna growled angrily.
"I'm getting there, I'm getting there," Zoe said, setting her phone down in her lap to have both hands for the latch. This had the highly intentional side effect of the piece of cloth falling directly in the path of the camera.
"Zoe!" Bryanna yelled from the brunette's phone.
Zoe smiled, stripped free of her work pants, and got her bra off the camera lens before leaning over it to reach under her couch.
"I reserve the right to record this conversation," Bryanna said as Zoe's lower-C range breasts swayed like a pair of pendulums over the camera.
"You're pushing it," Zoe muttered, pulling out her box of tiny girls.
"Alicia and Crystal this time!" Bryanna said gleefully.
"You had better find something awesome for the next time I want something, I swear to all the gods," Zoe said into her phone, having sat up with the named girls- four-inch-tall blonde Alicia, and two-inch ravenette Crystal- in one hand, screaming their lungs out.
"Shut up," Zoe said, "you won't die."
Technically untrue, but the spirit of the statement held true. Zoe pulled pieces of people's souls from their bodies, and bound them to a miniscule human form, and set a place for them to re-form. So, whenever one of her gorgeous tinies was killed for Zoe's pleasure, they would return, good as new, to their box in two hours or so, depending on how their bodies had been ruined. As a general rule of thumb, eating them seemed to delay their returning the most. So long as the original person she'd soul-drained was still alive, Zoe could do this to her heart's content.
"P-please, Goddess," Crystal stammered, realizing that it was the ultra-sadistic Bryanna calling the shots here and facing in the appropriate direction. "Maybe you'd just like Mistress Zoe to masturbate on camera?"
"Nah," Bryanna responded dismissively. "I wanna see those size-elevens draw blood," she continued breathily.
Alicia had frozen at those words, and was a trembling wreck when Zoe removed her white work socks that literally dripped with a day's worth of sweat. "I thought the store had AC," she breathed, terrified.
"It broke," Zoe said simply, setting the two girls on the floor and picking up her phone, "and the cheap-ass manager won't shell out the money to fix it." Her nose crinkled in disgust. "Man, I do not envy you- my feet seriously stink. I need a shower after this."
The tiny girls began to flee as Zoe stood to her full height, her toes wriggling in mild excitement. Bryanna's voice caught- she was at her good part.
Zoe let her tiny girls run for a bit, playing eeny meanie miny mo quietly in her head, before her long strides began towards Alicia. She continued on tiptoe, her toenail embedding itself in the itty-bitty blonde's back. As the girl began to hack up blood, Zoe lifted her foot as high as she possibly could, as slowly as she could. At the apex of her massive foot's ascent, Alicia began to fall. On impact with the ground, the tiny girl's body snapped open, more or less bisecting her. She tried to crawl away using only her arms, but Zoe simply shifted her foot an inch forward, and began to lower it.
Alicia wasn't exactly comprehensible from this distance, but her tone of voice was enough to relate her fear, her pain, and her despair. Zoe's foot came to rest on the girl's tiny body, milking the screaming, until the moment when Zoe's weight had overwhelmed Alicia's remaining structural integrity. Blood and viscera leaked free of Zoe's footprint, and the brunette turned on her heel towards Crystal- smearing Alicia into the laminated hardwood in the process.
Crystal's skin tone blended well with the dark wood, so it took a second for Zoe to notice where she had gotten off to, but the moving shock of black hair tipped Zoe off. Zoe pronounced every step with a mild stomp, making Crystal stumble. Eventually, near the doorway to Zoe's bedroom, Crystal fell. Zoe hadn't expected this, and stomped directly onto her body, making the girl explode in a tiny spray of red. Stepping on a ketchup packet would have made more red, but it was nowhere near as satisfying- or erotic.
"Well?" Zoe asked into her phone. "Besides making a mess on my floor , and turning myself on, what have I accomplished?"
"I need to change," Bryanna laughed.
"Can I watch?" Zoe replied, laughing as well.
“So,” Zoe said, sitting back down and blowing a hair aside. “You gonna change, or what?”
Bryanna rolled her eyes and slid her hands under her shirt, lifting the fabric up and scooting the chair back a bit – and then stopped at her waist, just under her chest. She grinned at Zoe, her tongue curling over the rings of silver pierced through the lower lip, and laughed.
“Tease! Fucking tease!” Zoe yelled, crossing her arms and huffing. Bryanna sighed and slid her shirt off, revealing a black lacy bra that framed and pushed up her 36Cs. Zoe whimpered a bit and clawed at the chair, her expression hardening as she thought. “I'm thinking ropes binding those tightly. Can't have you getting away.”
“Fight me, bitch,” Bryanna laughed, standing and purposefully adding a swagger to her waist, making her hourglass figure sway. Zoe impulsively knocked something off the desk. Bry slid two fingers under her skin-tight jeans and worked them down over her hips, sliding the taut denim over her ample bottom and onto the ground. Matching black lace met Zoe's eyes, but in a flash it was gone as Bryanna sat back down, idly playing with her desk lamp.
“H-Hey!” Zoe cried. Her hand hadn't even began to wander.
“Oh, hi, what's good, Zo?” Bryanna asked with a laugh. Zoe's eyes narrowed. “So who's left? Felicity and Toni?”
“Yeah, but after what you put them through last time, we should probably let them recover...” Zoe said, a hint of frustration to her words as though she hated saying them.
“Nope! I want 'em to start crying when they hear my voice. Bring them out,” Bryanna said, a wicked glint to her eyes. Zoe paused a bit, checked to make sure her heart was still beating after hearing the sadism drip from Bry's voice, and slid her hands under her desk to retrieve the box in which she kept her toys. Little screams and pleas already erupted from the box – though they knew not their intended destination, they were already dealing with a pent-up Zoe.
“Shh, shh,” Zoe said, stroking the box. “This'll only hurt a lot.”
“I have to see 'em, Zo,” Bryanna said, idly sliding a finger along the edge of her bra's lace. Zoe watched out of the corner of her eye, and nodded, dumping both girls – eight-inch Felicity and six-inch Toni – onto the desk. “Hey, girls,” Bryanna cooed. Felicity trembled and froze, but Toni broke down, dropping to her knees and begging incoherently. “Yeah,” Bryanna purred, gripping her breast and kneading hard. “That's what I wanted.”
“Please, no, n-no, kill me instead,” Toni begged, crawling to Zoe's hand and kissing it fervently. Felicity just stood there, her eyes moving from Bryanna's image on-screen to Zoe's face. Zoe pushed Toni away and held both girls before the screen. “PLEASE!” Toni screamed. Bryanna snapped her fingers, and in a bolt of energy, both girls vanished from Zoe's desk and re-appeared on screen in front of Bryanna.
Zoe turned her chair around, dropped herself into it, and slid her hand down her panties, turning her recorder on. “Make this fucking good, Bry. You owe me...”
Bryanna smirked at her new toys; she licked her lips, and felt the burning euphoric bliss build within her already as she lorded her simple presence over the two girls. Felicity still stared, while Toni babbled and banged on the screen, trying to squeeze herself back into it. Bryanna clicked her fingers across the desk like a dangerous spider, her nails rhythmic, and snatched Toni's leg. The little girl screamed and thrashed, but to no avail; Bryanna dragged her backwards, over the keyboard and onto the desk, and then pinned her down. She rummaged in her desk for a moment and withdrew a roll of scotch tape, taping each of Toni's limbs down to her desk.
“Please, she's broken already,” Felicity said bitterly. Bryanna smiled.
“Yeah, but you're not,” Bryanna purred. Felicity tilted her head in confusion. “I fucking ate you last time and you kept your sanity. I obviously can't break you conventionally, so here's what we're going to do,” Bryanna opened her desk drawer and delicately pushed Felicity to the edge of the desk. “What do you see in there?”
“Thumb tacks. Paper clips. Staples. A lighter. Staple remover. Swiss army knife,” Felicity said numbly, trying to mask her terror. “I'd say something like 'you wouldn't', but that's obviously not true.”
“I'm going to use every single thing I have in here on you, little girl, unless...” Bryanna began, pulling out one of the thumb tacks and inspecting it.
“Unless...?” Felicity said, uncertain.
“Unless you kill her and feed her to me.” Bryanna said coldly, dropping the tack on the desk. Felicity picked it up and examined it, tilting her head in confusion at Bryanna's new edict. Zoe's mouth hung open as she watched, her fingers already working on her warm insides.
“Interesting.” Felicity said numbly.
“You don't make a very good slave, Felicity. Zoe and I are sadists; we like to hear our pets beg, and grovel, and scream in pain and for mercy. You do nothing. It hurts you, but you refuse to show it. It's smart. You're the largest of our toys, so you get the relatively quick death of being our sex toys. But...I really am at a loss as to how to break you. So, instead, I'm training you.”
“Training me. To be your...what? Your pet sadist?” Felicity asked coldly.
“Yep. Better than pet fuck toy, huh?”
Toni was sobbing again, shaking her head wildly and begging Felicity for mercy, but the little redhead was already stepping forward. “Yeah, it is better. What should I do?”
Bryanna leaned forward, her chest threatening to escape its lacy confines. “Something that makes us hot.” Zoe nodded quickly, her eyes wide. Felicity straddled Toni and clapped a hand over the struggling girl's mouth. Her little body writhed against the tape, but the taller redhead kept her still. She allowed Toni to cry a bit more, to struggle until she couldn't, and then she lowered the thumb tack onto the sobbing girl's neck. With a grunt of effort, Felicity roughly slashed her skin open, emptying the blonde of blood in an instant. Felicity gulped at her handiwork, but the deed was done. Toni twitched and convulsed, her death scream gurgling. Zoe moaned loudly and collapsed onto her desk, and Bryanna clapped her hands excitedly.
“First kill! Nice. We'll try a different way next time,” Bryanna said cruelly. She got on her knees in front of her desk and opened her mouth, plopping her massive wet tongue onto it. “Go ahead.” She breathed. Felicity dragged Toni over to her tongue and slid her onto it. Smiling, Bryanna withdrew her tongue into her mouth and swallowed hard. She stood up, letting Zoe see her throat bulge to take the girl's body, and rubbed her toned stomach with a grin.
“I am spared your tortures, Goddess Bryanna?” Felicity asked, tossing the bloody tack onto the desk.
“Sure, sure,” Bryanna said. Her hand lashed out and grabbed onto Felicity, who grunted in surprise; Zoe moaned again and redoubled her efforts. “Well. Minus your...usual one.” She laughed cruelly and slid her panties aside, shoving Felicity into herself head-first and forcing the whole girl in with one finger. Immediately, Bryanna buckled and crashed onto her desk, panting incoherently as savage sensations burst throughout her body. “FU—wh--what the...fucccking...WHOA!”
“Insane, isn't it?” Zoe asked, her eyes half-lidded.
Bryanna massaged her chest and gasped, drooling onto her desk as Felicity struggled within her, her cool demeanor broken by the urge to survive. Bryanna's hot, tight cunt surrounded her, and her muscles contracted, crushing the girl again and again as Bry got closer and closer to orgasm. Mind aflame, Bryanna leaned back into her chair and grabbed both her breasts, rolling her head in lustful abandonment. She and Zoe came almost simultaneously, both girls screaming; Bryanna's cunt roughly crushed her sex toy, and Zoe collapsed again.
“N-next time...n-next...” Bryanna moaned. “I want one in your ass.”
“S-Sure,” Zoe moaned, blinking. “Freak.”
“Says you,” Bryanna laughed. Both girls laughed, shakily, and Bryanna closed her computer.