Giantess World
Karen is elated, she has just returned from a specimen collection mission with Patrick and they are side by side taking them out of their transparent containers.
"Will you stop smiling with that air of superiority, Karen?",
-"You owe me your life, you know that," Karen replies smiling cheerfully at him. "I saved your life", "I saved your life", "I saved your liiiiiife", she repeats several times with a broad smile on her face.
"Okay, you saved my life, will you stop repeating that?".
-"the what, that I saved your life?"
Patrick rolls his eyes, still pulling specimens out of the tubes. While Karen jokes with him. Daisy has finished and has taken a box into the rec room, commenting on some of the boy toys Alice is so fond of.
"Well you saved my life" but the back of the chest protector isn't even through".
-"But they could have hit you in the face, and what would you live on then?" Karen, who feels more than just companionship for Patrick, continues to tease him.
Patrick recalls a few hours earlier. The expedition consisted of four, himself, Karen, Daisy and Carl the specialist. A suburban area and a dozen houses to harvest. They had arrived after dawn when it is light but most people are still sleeping or getting ready for work. They chose their zones and spread out to start collecting. Carl was heading for the mirror field boundary to set up the terror mines, which make it so that none of the little people dare try to sneak around that side.
Everything happened very quickly: while Carl was laying the mines, one of the garages of the houses opened and a car came out towards the end of the street, where Carl was. When Carl saw the car, he pulled away and triggered the mines. The driver swerved and crashed the car into one of the houses, the car's horn kept beeping, and then screams started to be heard from several houses. Little people jumping out and pointing at him and the other members of the group while screaming like idiots.
Karen puts the suitcase on the floor, opens it and the cylinders appear, then shouts "get them" she bends down and reaches out her hand, her fingers engulf the top of the little woman in a silk robe who was closest to her, she lifts her up between screeching and blind kicks, as she drops her between screams of horror into one of the tubes the chaos and panic has taken over the little neighbors in the street.
Patrick starts to do the same, but almost everyone has already gone into their houses. So he heads towards his area at a fast pace, where there is a house with a window with the light on and a girl leaning out of it. The girl realizes he is approaching and lets out a shriek as she turns around, but it's too late, before he has gone three steps into her bedroom, Patrick's fist comes in like a wrecking ball ripping out of the window frame and then wrapping his fingers around the screaming girl's torso.
When he pulls her out to inspect her, noticing his index finger squeezing her more than respectable sized tits, she starts screaming "get off me, get off me, get off me" as she slaps her fingers with her fists. It's a very nice specimen and Patrick reaches out, rips her nightgown to shreds and inspects her, the screams get louder.
She is a young schoolgirl, with nicely developed breasts and long legs. Patrick inspects the flesh, feeling the perfect breasts between his fingers like grapes and pulling her bra out of place. Then he starts tugging at the panties while the girl's legs and arms keep moving in all directions. "She has a perfect pelvis and very appetizing," he thinks as his index finger lifts the girl's ass to expose her perfect body even more to Patrick's gaze, who has already decided who he wants to keep from this expedition. Suddenly he feels a blow on his back, he turns around and a man with a cartridge shotgun shouts "let go of my daughter, you bastard" as he reloads again before Patrick reacts he sees Karen come running towards him and with a brutal stomp, almost a jump, crush the man with the shotgun, under his high wedge heeled boots pieces of legs and arms stick out, a lot of blood scattered and even something that looks like viscera.
Karen had started using this shoe a few missions ago because according to her it is quieter than the heels of the boots she used to wear and the heels do not dig into the grass, seeing the result of the stomp it is clear that this is not the only advantage.
Suddenly, the door of the man's house opens again and out comes a middle-aged brunette woman in a nightgown screaming, Patrick starts to approach to grab her but suddenly Karen's boot appears again and crushes her in a terrible way, splashing blood all around. Karen twists the boot as if she were putting out a cigarette and the movement drags with it pieces of limbs that do not end up detaching from the body. The girl that Patrick holds in his hand almost without realizing it screams "mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa". Patrick drops her into a cylinder and closes the suitcase, when he turns to find Karen, she is holding a car in her hands and ramming it into the front of the house, smashing it. Without paying any attention to Patrick, she takes out one of the incendiary bombs and throws it inside the house, where it explodes, spraying everything within reach with nanothermite. The flames spread through almost the entire house in a few moments Patrick, grabs Karen by the shoulders and forces her to turn around, she has a look of hatred, which suddenly changes when she sees him. "Are you hurt?" I hear the gunshot. Patrick turns around so Karen can see him, the reinforced back of his jumpsuit barely has any marks from the shotgun pellets.
"The second little person who came out of the door," he says pointing to the stain and the pile of remains on the floor, "was the wife of the one who shot at me and she was defenseless"
- "I... I didn't see it, I only saw another figure run out of the house in your direction and I thought it was armed, I only thought about killing them all for shooting at you, that's why I threw the car and the bomb at them". Patrick nods, there you go Karen, nothing happened, let's finish the mission and you calm down".
As they turn around, from the house, already completely on fire, they hear desperate screams without distinguishing if they are masculine or feminine, from one of the windows on the upper floor, a small figure wrapped in flames jumps out and crashes to the ground with a sticky sound, Patrick approaches to inspect even though it is still burning it looks like a female figure and there is little more he can say about her.
He returns with Karen and they continue to pull the terrified and defenseless inhabitants out of their homes, until they can't find any more. They head for the portal area, Carl pulls out his remote control and the small mines he has planted in the gas pipes of the street explode, in less than a minute the whole street becomes an inferno in flames that they leave behind them as they return home.
When they arrive at the processing table in the portal room and begin to open the suitcases to remove the specimens, Karen looks like her usual self, cheerful and joking about the incident, and that now she owes him her life because she has saved him.
When Patrick overturns the cylinder with the spectacular girl who is going to propose as an intern, instead of reacting like the rest of the people, screaming and grouping like cattle while they are manipulated at will by the members of the group, she remains on her knees on the floor without looking at anything, sobbing and hiccuping silently, she has seen how her parents were crushed and surely heard how another member of her family was burned alive before jumping out the window.
Patrick begins to discuss with Carl which specimen will be the intern for the recreation room, today it is their turn to choose, the last mission it was the girls who chose the little male toy that would provide pleasure to the staff.
Patrick points to the sobbing girl. Carl looks at her and says, "That's pretty cool, but how about this? And he points to a terrified young red-haired woman in the crowd. Patrcik reaches out to examine her, the crowd moves away from her and leaves her alone when his fingers encircle her and she lets out a continuous series of shrieks as she kicks and looks around desperate to escape. She is wearing a black midi skirt with a slit down to her waist and a tattered blouse, probably from Carl's inspection. Patrick shows it to Karen "look at this" he says putting it in front of her, she' s the same redhead as you, we can keep her and call her Minikaren says Patrick smiling while he gently gropes the little redhead's body.
Karen is not amused by what she is seeing, Patrick looks at that doll smiling very sweetly and those smiles are usually destined for her "this little slut is not going to enjoy Patrick". Karen grabs the girl from Patrick's hand, covering the upper hand of her body with her fingers, like a pair of tweezers.
"Well, wait until we get them all out to choose, it's not the first time you choose a toy and then find one you like better" she says leaving the redhead near the edge of the table. Then she reaches out his hand to take the last cylinder out of the case and pulling back her arm with her little prize struggling between her fingers, she hits the little redhead with her elbow, who falls to the floor screaming from the edge of the table.
For a little person of almost 9 inches the fall from that height corresponds to almost 30 feet. Karen sees the girl crash to the ground, but she falls backwards, instead of head first, as she thought, and stands there screaming and writhing, Patrick turns and she tells him: "she jumped, she tried to kill herself". They both stare down at the little body on the ground writhing and screaming, with one leg and one arm in unnatural positions.
Suddenly beside the little red-haired girl appears a pair of expensive-looking high-heeled boots. They look up and there is Dr. Sara Vaughan. Watching the little redhead writhe in agony. She looks up and asks what happened. Patrick replies, "Apparently she jumped trying to kill herself.
"So a little escape artist huh?" replies the doctor. As she continues to stare at the floor at the little woman. "Karen, from what I just heard you saved our Patrick's life from several bad guys who wanted to kill him, you are a born killer, our Black Widow, don't you think? ". Karen curses the blush that rises to her face as she replies "you could say yes doctor".
"And what are you going to do about this?" she says pointing the tip of her boot at the little woman agonizing on the floor.
"There is no toy hospital where toy doctors treat and operate on toy patients like this one", why don't you put her suffering to an end already?
"Me?" says Karen,
"Well, from the state of your footwear it's not the first time you've done it today," she says pointing with a wicked grin at the blood stains running down the side of Karen's wedge boot.
"It's okay," she says looking around, seeing Patrick watching her approvingly, the expressions on the faces of the pile of specimens left on the table not going unnoticed either. They treat them as if they were just objects, but they have heard and understood the whole conversation, their faces of panic and desperation as they begin to understand where they are, make Karen feel an adrenaline rush, again she is a goddess to those little people.
Dr. Vaughan takes a step back, clearly not wanting blood to splash on her expensive footwear.
Slowly and premeditatedly she lifts her foot over the quivering little body so that it covers the upper part of her body, from the waist up and lowers it, when she starts to touch it the tiny redhead lets out a crescendo howl of terror as she can be seen shaking her little legs at full speed, one of the arms, the broken one is still in sight. Karen continues pressing and finding more and more resistance from the body that shakes more and more violently, until an audible crack is heard clearly and all movement ceases, she continues pressing and hearing other smaller crunches until she only notices under her boot something that looks like a soft mass. She pulls the boot away and what is left of them is a sort of amorphous blob of blood and viscera stuck to a pair of legs and an arm. behind her she hears the pitiful moans of the specimens on the table.
"Very good, Karen" says Sara, "you've put them out of their misery, after all we're not monsters who enjoy other people's pain". Then she points to her boot "get yourself a new pair quickly or the maintenance people will be asking for your head for the red footprints you're going to leave as you walk".
Then she turns to Patrick: "How are you doing?, turn around" Patrick complies and Dr. Vaughan runs her hands down his back as if checking the damage of the gunshots on the fabric. Karen contemplates this in a jealous rage "that bitch isn't checking anything but the muscles in Patrick's back".
"You'll live," Sara says, "good thing Karen knows how to take care of you," she says putting a hand on his shoulder. "You make a good team, keep it up."
After which she turns on her heels and starts to walk away. "As she heads to her office Sara thinks about Patrick, his Irish good boy face and how he has all the women in the facility sighing, especially Karen, who is very possessive of him. Sighing too, she begins to imagine what it would be like if he were one of the little people and she had him in her hands, manipulating him between her fingers.
Patrick watches Dr. Vaughan walk away, wiggling about in her gorgeous figure and tight-fitting outfit, and begins to imagine that she is one of the toys and that he has her between his fingers, ripping off garment after garment as she kicks her feet. Karen's voice brings him back to reality. A "what are you looking at" at a slightly too loud volume immediately puts him on alert.
"I'm surprised she's leaving without telling us off for the mess that has been made in the mission". Karen's voice returns to its normal volume and comments": well, she also tells us to be prepared for unforeseen events and I think we have dealt with them well, haven't we, I even found her amusing", "Of course we have, Black Widow, our ruthless killer of little people" says Patrick with a laugh that is joined by the rest of the staff nearby. Karen blushes, it is clear that she already has a nickname for life in the company and ... she is proud of that nickname."
"And now, we'd better call maintenance to clean up the remains of your latest victim", comments Patrick.
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