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--3 hours earlier--
Maisie squealed to herself as the floor shuddered, the heavy frame of her cell groaning while the floor was scraping along the surface of the alien landscape beyond the bars.
A blinding light flared across the floor, deep black shadows seeming to swallow the broad wooden planks beneath her accommodations. The light dimmed as the enormous door slowly latched into place with a violent crack.
Hidden in the gloom, an ominous shape moved with disturbing speed. Leaving an even darker abyss in its wake. The shadows clawing at Maisie’s surroundings, causing her to flinch. The thing was busy, she heard scraping, snapping, hinging as it worked in the darkness.
As it rounded the corner of a familiar building sized structure, its very proximity sent her backwards. The heavy rigid material of her clothing resisting her at every step, even digging into her backside as she pressed herself deep into the corner of her abode. The collar of her romper opened, and a sickening sweet scent was forced up and out as the outfit deformed.
Sweat and grime had been stewing together in a nauseating potion. The cloud forced into her nostrils, causing Maisie to flinch. She held a hand to her face, trying to block out the scent and keep herself silent.
The gargantuan shape disappeared from view, like it had vanished. The room fell silent. Suddenly, a large mass of pink flesh snaked through the bars before her. Metal and wire screamed as the lock disengaged, the spring holding the latch in place compressed, before the door was torn open.
Offered only a brief glimpse of freedom, Maisie wailed as the chamber lifted from the ground. The opening yawned before her as her refuge tilted down, sending her tumbling to the floor. Her ears wrang as the plastic prison was dropped unceremoniously on the floor behind her.
Groaning, Maisie was seized by massive fingers. Digits wrapping around her bust and arm before lifting her from the floor. Her neck screaming at her as her captor twisted her in space, forcing her to look up into Aubrey’s enormous face. The younger woman had almost no expression, but her brown eyes were probing every visible inch of Maisie’s skin. She never held eye contact, she just marvelled at the smaller woman.
Maisie whimpered, yanking her pinned arm free while struggling to steady herself. Grinding her teeth, she looked at the giantess.
Aubrey was pristine, her features snapping into focus as the college student turned on her laptop. Her hair was shiny and smooth, skin soft and grime free. Her makeup was neat and tidy, unlike Maisie’s.
Aubrey turned slightly, typing something on the keyboard, Maisie tried to look over her shoulder, but her muscles screamed at her, aching from the twelve hours she’d been imprisoned since Aubrey had left that morning. Whimpering, she just scratched at Aubrey’s titanic wrist.
“Aww, don't be cranky Maze.” Aubrey coldly purred. “Thanks to modern technology you’ll have new accommodations in three to five business days!”
In the glare of Aubrey’s glasses, she could see the teen was shopping, warped pictures doll beds, clothes were arranged on the screen. Her heart sank, colliding with dangling toes as Aubrey held her aloft.
Her throat felt stiff, sticky, wi5h great effort, Maisie pushed herself up in Aubrey’s grasp. “Au—Miss… please just let me go…” she whined, her vocal chords threatening to snap.
The room fell silent, Maisie watched as Aubrey slowly turned to face her. Pressing her hands into the saddle of Aubrey’s palms. Suddenly, a large leather paddle pressed into Maisie’s cheek, pulsing against her skin. Dust and grime carving away at her cheek as Aubrey used her thumb to massage the cat sized woman.
“Let you go? Why would I do that?” The enormous woman sang softly. “Mid-terms are coming up, what was it you said?” She paused, twisting Maisie in her grasp. “Oh yes… I was a ‘spaz’ who’d need round the clock tutoring to pass?” Clucking her tongue, the giantess giggled. “Not very nice, but we all have a lot of growing to do…”
Levelling her gaze, Aubrey peered over the rims of her glasses. “Well, some of us anyway.” Aubrey’s fingers clenched; Maisie gasped as air burst out of her mouth. Slowly, the tension released, and Aubrey curled forwards. “Enough about that though, I have a surprise!” Baring her teeth in a manic grin, Aubrey pulled Maisie close.
Her nose wrinkling as Masie dangled helplessly in her hands, Aubrey’s brown eyes seemed to burn with delight. “You’re getting a roommate.”
Comments
SZ
You're a frickin master at these low light scenes, Iva... I mean wow!! 🥰 I agree with Nicole, the crease formed on Maisie's little cheek was a great bit of detail as well as the care you take in setting up a scene (and sooo many great angles 😍). The little story has a bit of horror vibe which was fun too!
Bloodthirstybutcher
I’ve had long conversations with Littlest-Lily about handling scenarios like this. Just overwhelming the tiny with massive digits, probing them and turning them. Needless to say, we both approve 😅
