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English is not my language, I spend much more time correcting than writing, if you notice some sentences that don't mean what they should mean let me know, as for minor spelling mistakes, after the time spent correcting the online translator  I hope I haven't committed too many


Sara Vaughan (Ph.D.) stifled a shudder, everything was ready for the first test.


From the high vantage point overlooking the portal room, technicians were putting the finishing touches on the systems and the first test family was ready to make the final test trip to what would surely be the dream vacation for millions more who would follow them to the new toy-worlds.


Toy-worlds, just thinking about them sent an adrenaline rush through his body. He briefly recalled the periods of observation of the team through the portals, remembered the first successful trip when young Karen went through the first stable portal to toyworld (which is what they had named that first world) and above all he recalled the observation, recorded from multiple angles, of Karen's tests (some very naughty) in the new environment and the acquisition of the first specimens in what would be the first of several tests.


Something went up inside her when Karen opened the the specimen case on returning from the trip, resembling a small carry-on travel suitcase, but with several 25 cm (9.5 inch) cylindrical containers of clear plastic.
But when she saw them there at her fingertips, those first samples; so similar to people from her own world but similar in size to barbie dolls, tiny people, little persons, squishing their little hands against the plastic of the containers as if they could escape .... how excited she was.


There were the four that Karen had snatched from the house inside the testing area, and she was sure she had enjoyed doing it like never before in her life. She herself felt wet as she watched it all.


A very attractive middle-aged male, a slightly younger female, or maybe it was the makeup, both dressed in pajamas, plus a young girl in a silk nightgown, blonde, like her parents, about 18 or 20 years old. And her favorite, a young teenager, especially since she had seen how Karen faked the difficulties in catching him as she played with him all over the house while playing chase him without ever catching him at all.

While she had already efficiently captured his parents and sister, the boy was not aware of anything since the music he was listening to and the noise of the shower covered everything. Karen watched him for several moments longer than seemed professional and then moved her face smiling to the outside window of the bathroom from where she blew him a kiss with her lips, the boy must have seen the movement in some reflection of the mirror and turned to meet the lascivious look of the young technician and a hand that was raised to enter through the window, she remembered precisely the scream he gave (although normally he would have been paralyzed) and the agile leap towards the door without slipping and crashing, which would have been inconvenient, naked as he was it was a dream image and Karen must have thought the same because her hand when entering through the window instead of grabbing him like a doll hit him on his tight little ass as he went out the door and let out an "upssssss!" that sounded too fake.


Seeing that he escaped from the room, she reached out again, although she tore off half the window frame in doing so, shook it off, making sure she hadn't broken any nails, and once satisfied, Karen went on with the hunt for the last specimen.


She began to walk around the house looking through all the windows looking for movement on the second floor, she knew she wouldn't get out the door, the specimen case with the rest of her family inside covered it.


Empty hallway and stairs she thought as she watched, she continued to walk around as quietly as her boot heels would allow, though she knew the surprise factor was now decidedly out of her reach. She moved her head to the next window, which corresponded to the parents' bedroom and looked out very quickly to try to surprise him.


There he was, rummaging through the closet, probably looking for clothes to put on his little body. "How cute, I'm going to take you like this" thought Karen while she put a fist that broke the window and the frame and started to open her hand to grab the boy who looked at her with a face crazed with terror and screamed again nooo, get away from me. He started to run, letting go of clothes he had not been able to put on while Karen's hand reached him as he was going out the door, but the boy turned in the opposite direction to her wrist and could not grab him, only hit him with his fingertips, which made him fall to the ground.


Once on the floor he turned around and began to crawl backwards calling his parents and his sister, who apparently was called Sally, it is possible that they heard him since the sample case was not soundproofed, but it did not matter, they were safe and the sample collection area, which only included that house and pieces of street, reflected the light and sound so no one would come to his cries, just as it had not done with the rest of the family, although it had been faster.


Seeing him crawling on his back and screaming made Karen's heart beat very fast, as she repositioned herself she managed to catch one of the boy's feet between her index finger and thumb and started to drag him slowly, in a premeditated way towards her, the way he was wriggling, holding on to things to avoid being dragged, his panicked screams and the swaying of his naked member were making Karen try to enjoy the situation as much as possible.


None of those efforts were of any use to the terrified young man, when he got close enough karen lifted him off the ground from the leg she had him by while the boy kicked and swayed screaming a continuous "nooooo, let go of meeeeeeee".


Karen placed him on her palm to pull him out of the room through the shattered window without damaging him, as he wouldn't stop moving she closed her hand over him, Her black painted fingernails covered him from torso to mid thigh with her thumb gently squeezing his chest to prevent him from sitting up and hitting his head. As she pulled him out of the window Karen began to giggle, she had noticed a very masculine reaction in the boy just below her fingers, his penis was getting hard, but she was not loosening her grip on his little body so that if he did not become erect it would cause him pain.


Once outside the house, Karen slowly opened her hand, and there it was, the penis jumped like a spring, how she was enjoying the situation.

It occurred to her that she wouldn't have a better opportunity later, so she began to soothe him while holding him in one hand she caressed him with the fingers of the other gently whispering to him that everything was all right and that nothing was going to happen to him, each time her fingers moved down from his chest to his crotch the boy gasped more and more.


Smiling in delight, Karen took it as just another diversion from that first short trip. Squeezing the fingers of the hand that held him around his arms the boy stood still to reject her, she said "how real you look" the boy whimpered and said "I am real, I am a person", "no one in your world is anymore" Karen replied forcefully, whereupon she proceeded to push his member forward and back with one finger over and over again as the boy squirmed unable to free his arms, using two fingers Karen spread his legs, with full access to his cock and testicles Karen began to massage faster and faster, until she pinched the cock and began a vertical motion, the boy more than resisted it seemed he wanted to finish already, so with a few final thrusts he squirmed in her hand and a spurt of cum shot out.


Showing her teeth in a smirk of complacency Karen reached into one of the pockets of her jumpsuit and pulled out a kleenex to wipe her hand and the body of the panting doll she held in the other, "what a waste of a shower, little one" she told him.


Even though she knew there were micro-portals around her that had allowed all the rest of the staff to see the scene Karen didn't care, they had already scanned the environment for dangerous toxins without finding any, now it was time to look for anything on the little natives of that world. Not that what was in the kleenex was going to matter much, since all the specimens in the following technical trips would be subjected to exhaustive tests and at the end of the trip most of them would probably be dissected to look for any difference with normal people.


She looked at the boy, gave him an affectionate squeeze with her fingers and moved towards the sample case, she opened it and inside the tubes were the male and the two females screaming, the boy went crazy when he saw them, Karen did not understand why with the automatic closing in addition to oxygen they were not given some narcotic to put them to sleep during the experiment, that Vaughan could be a real bitch.


She slid out a tube and, holding the kicking teenager by the shoulders, dropped him in.
Karen squatted down and looked at the scene a terrified little man, two little females crying and screaming wanting to get out and a teenager pounding his fists on the clear walls of the tube, she realized that the scene made her drunk with power and she also realized what it meant: "we are going to make gold, and your world is screwed, toys".


She closed the briefcase, stood up and surveyed the neighborhood, no sign that anyone had noticed anything, not even a car in the parts of the area exposed to the street. Karen bit her lips looking at the nearby houses, in some of them there were lights in the windows of both floors... and if she took a look, there were still free tubes in the briefcase and she was trembling with excitement after what she had done in that house, she felt like a goddess.


Suddenly, a car entered from the reflex wall of the test area, the driver crossing it and changing everything he saw, lost control, surely he lost it completely when he saw a young red-haired girl, with a tight black jumpsuit full of pockets, high black boots and half heels that was taller than the house behind her.


Karen was caught off guard by the appearance of the car, and by its swerving into her even more. Before it hit her ankles she lifted one foot and planted the sole of her boot on the front of the car, she felt the impact, but the car stopped suddenly almost as if it had hit a wall, not quite because Karen pulled her leg back a little to cushion the impact, it would have been better for the driver to wear a seatbelt or he would have been smashed against the windshield. After leaning his weight on the front of the car to sink the engine stopped, there was more than one occupant. from above he saw the front and saw a man's pants and a woman's legs, the muffled screams heard from inside told her that they were quite stressed by the experience.


Karen thought, "I'm going to get my hands dirty in the end", pulling a pair of latex gloves out of another of the pockets of her overalls she grabbed the front of the car and lifted it up to get a good look inside, when the car was almost upright she could see the occupants, although they were practically falling into the back seats.


A young man, about the same age as her and a young woman, who at that moment looked at her like a demon, the woman began to scream and to cover her short skirt with her hands, the man was dripping blood from a cut on his forehead and she could not see his features well, she was thinking about how to open the doors and take possession of them without breaking the gloves and getting full of grease when a second car entered from the same place as the first one, to make matters worse it was also heading towards her. "Shit, I should work on adjusting the mirror fields better", the car was still on a collision course towards her, who at that moment had the car she was holding in front of her and a blind spot where she would not see when the second one was going to crash into her, so she acted on instinct, when the second car was a few meters away from her feet she dropped the first one on top of the second one. From that moment she only remembered the scream of the woman covering her panties in the car at the moment of the free fall and then the impact of the rear of one on the windshield of the other.


After a few moments to calm down after what she had experienced Karen bent down to take a closer look at the wreckage.


Both cars were dripping fluids and Karen noticed the smell of gasoline, from the doors of the second car also dripped a dark liquid that Karen knew was the blood of its occupants crushed by the impact.


When she bent down to get a better look at the front of the first car, she noticed movement, the man was full of blood, he had hit the back of his head but the little woman was still alive asking for help until she saw her eyes through the broken windshield and started screaming, at the same time a spark ignited in the gasoline spilled by the impact and set fire to the surroundings of the two cars, the screams of the little woman increased in volume and became sharper.


Karen was totally overwhelmed, the cars were surrounded by flames, the screams of that doll were getting on her nerves and she was only supposed to have come to acquire the specimens from that house without making a fuss.

Almost without thinking she decided it would be best to remove any evidence that she had been there, although in a few weeks it would no longer matter, sadly for the little people of that world.

She turned away from the accident and, resting her boot on the only area that wasn't engulfed in flames, she pushed the remains of the two cars towards the house of the family she had just abducted in such a pleasant way. As she paired the remains of the cars, she heard the hysterical screams of the little woman who had survived, but that part was already surrounded by flames and she was not going to risk burning her hands for a specimen that would end up being dissected when the sadistic members of comparative anatomy finished with them, the only thing she could think of to end her suffering was to kick the front of the car where she was, over and over again with the heels of her boots, until the screams ended and the top of the windshield touched the bottom. Meanwhile, the fire had spread to the wooden front of the house, she hoped no more cars would come in, as she looked down at her boots hoping they hadn't burned too badly.


When she made sure the family's house she was carrying in the sample case had caught fire, she headed towards the portal area, on the other side of the house, when it was activated again, the reflex zone would cease to exist and people would see the disaster that had befallen their neighbors, she didn't care if they didn't find the bodies in the house, soon none of that would matter anymore...

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