Several Cages Full of Shrunken Women Like Yourself
Island of Change Collaberotica Version
Chapter 8
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distantmark
Wanda and Maria – Island of change
Cindy holds each of you in a hand while looking above you. “Alrighty! More pets for me! This is excellent.” Maria yells back at your captress, “HEY! We are not your pets young lady. Put us down!” She grins and happily says “whatever” to you, then drops both of you into a cage you didn’t see. Before you can untangle yourself from Maria the cage is locked and stored on a bookshelf next to an aquarium that has more women with similar builds as you two.
Below you see Cindy open a binder and tape your key to a page, then brings the binder to the cage. You have to strain yourself to look over it’s top to make eye contract with her. “So little ladies, what are your names and where are you from?” Does she seriously have a binder of all the women she’s caged up here? “What is this place Cindy?” Large blue eyes drift over the binder to you. “It’s my room, I’m celebrating my 20th this week.” Maria looks at you in disbelief, “20th? You look like jailbait honey.” The blue eyes squint in annoyance. “Ugh, people keep telling me how lucky I am to look young. Do you know what a pain in the ass it is people thinking you are a tween the whole time? Now answer the question.” Maria gives her an obscene gesture. Cindy makes a mark in the binder then lowers it, “Fine, day one and you already have a mark to yourself.” Cindy quickly stabs a red marker through the bars into Maria’s face knocking her back violently against the wall. She bounces off dazed and you catch her. You look at a dazed Latina as she recomposes herself, the right side of her face and neck are bright red from the tip of the marker.
Cindy places her hands on her hips still holding the binder and marker. “Listen up, I might need heels to be five foot, but you are smaller than some of my dildos. Right now I’m your goddess that will either make your stay in my collection a living hell or something you remember for the rest of your lives.” The marker returns to the side of the cage waiting to be thrust in, this time it’s pointed at you. “Now, what’s your name?” Rolling around your options for the moment you go with her demands, “Wanda, I’m 35. Texas” The marker is removed and scribbles notes in the binder. “Natural height, weight, bra size, and occupation” That’s more information than you were really expecting to divulge, “Wait a minute young lady.” Blue eyes looked at you menacingly and tapped the marker on the cage, you relent, “Five ten, one hundred and twenty pounds, I’m a-“ disbelieving eyes glare at you, “fine, one thirty eight, I’m a 36 double d, and I sell sports cars.” Cindy writes this down and snaps the book shut. “I’ll be back for your friend when she comes to. Don’t you two go anywhere.” She giggles and kisses the lock of your cage then leaves the room.
Anxiously you look around with Maria’s head in your lap. There are dozens of cages in her bedroom, maybe even a hundred or so. Every single one has at least one woman inside of it, the ages run the gambit from teenage to maybe fifty. Every single woman is just like you, naked, well endowed, all look bored like they have been here forever. The aquarium to your left is close, you yell at it’s prisoners but they don’t respond. One notices you and makes a motion implying that she can’t hear you.
Cindy holds each of you in a hand while looking above you. “Alrighty! More pets for me! This is excellent.” Maria yells back at your captress, “HEY! We are not your pets young lady. Put us down!” She grins and happily says “whatever” to you, then drops both of you into a cage you didn’t see. Before you can untangle yourself from Maria the cage is locked and stored on a bookshelf next to an aquarium that has more women with similar builds as you two.
Below you see Cindy open a binder and tape your key to a page, then brings the binder to the cage. You have to strain yourself to look over it’s top to make eye contract with her. “So little ladies, what are your names and where are you from?” Does she seriously have a binder of all the women she’s caged up here? “What is this place Cindy?” Large blue eyes drift over the binder to you. “It’s my room, I’m celebrating my 20th this week.” Maria looks at you in disbelief, “20th? You look like jailbait honey.” The blue eyes squint in annoyance. “Ugh, people keep telling me how lucky I am to look young. Do you know what a pain in the ass it is people thinking you are a tween the whole time? Now answer the question.” Maria gives her an obscene gesture. Cindy makes a mark in the binder then lowers it, “Fine, day one and you already have a mark to yourself.” Cindy quickly stabs a red marker through the bars into Maria’s face knocking her back violently against the wall. She bounces off dazed and you catch her. You look at a dazed Latina as she recomposes herself, the right side of her face and neck are bright red from the tip of the marker.
Cindy places her hands on her hips still holding the binder and marker. “Listen up, I might need heels to be five foot, but you are smaller than some of my dildos. Right now I’m your goddess that will either make your stay in my collection a living hell or something you remember for the rest of your lives.” The marker returns to the side of the cage waiting to be thrust in, this time it’s pointed at you. “Now, what’s your name?” Rolling around your options for the moment you go with her demands, “Wanda, I’m 35. Texas” The marker is removed and scribbles notes in the binder. “Natural height, weight, bra size, and occupation” That’s more information than you were really expecting to divulge, “Wait a minute young lady.” Blue eyes looked at you menacingly and tapped the marker on the cage, you relent, “Five ten, one hundred and twenty pounds, I’m a-“ disbelieving eyes glare at you, “fine, one thirty eight, I’m a 36 double d, and I sell sports cars.” Cindy writes this down and snaps the book shut. “I’ll be back for your friend when she comes to. Don’t you two go anywhere.” She giggles and kisses the lock of your cage then leaves the room.
Anxiously you look around with Maria’s head in your lap. There are dozens of cages in her bedroom, maybe even a hundred or so. Every single one has at least one woman inside of it, the ages run the gambit from teenage to maybe fifty. Every single woman is just like you, naked, well endowed, all look bored like they have been here forever. The aquarium to your left is close, you yell at it’s prisoners but they don’t respond. One notices you and makes a motion implying that she can’t hear you.
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July 28, 2023
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