Get Used to it Slave
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 5
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“I refuse to be your slave!” Lelouch screamed in horror and disgust once he heard what C.C. had determined to be his new role in life. This whole thing was a nightmare and he was desperately trying to figure a way out. He needed to get it straitened out with C.C. that he was no ones slave and she needed to start treating him like a man again. He thought he could reason with her, but her mind had already been made up about it and nothing could change what she had planed. It was him that would need some convincing.
“Poor bug, you think what you think matters?” She said with mock sympathy. She felt nothing towards Lelouch other then amusement over his plight. She no longer could see him as the king he had once been, but a toy for her amusement. He only had himself to blame for it. He thought he could achieve his grand dream of bringing the world together and be rewarded for his hard work. If the world was just he would be rewarded, but it wasn’t. C.C. knew how unfair life could be and if she couldn’t have the sweet relief of death, she’d get her amusement out of Lelouch. Enslaving the former king would keep her happy for a few decades at least.
“Of course what I think matters. I’ve overtaken nations, thought up the most brilliant battle plans and done the impossible. If you think that you can turn me into a slave then think again.” Lelouch would have gone on, but C.C. had heard enough. Annoyed by his high-pitched squeaky voice she dropped him. She relaxed her fingers from around his waist and let him fall, watching him decent to the floor without concern.
“Damn!” Lelouch screamed as he fell seemingly hundreds of feet to the ground. He whizzed by C.C. as he dropped, looking at her broad hips, then her long legs and then her naked feet before hitting the ground with a bone-shattering thud. He landed on his back, the back of his head colliding with the ground and sending pain shooting through his skull. Pain raced through him unlike anything he had ever felt before. The fall should have killed him, but as he lied there, the pain slowly went away and he was left with only a dull throbbing pain was left. He stared up, hundreds of feet above him C.C. stared back, a tiny smile on her lips.
“Thought that was the end, didn’t you? But your forgot, can’t die remember. Not even if you’re dropped a hundred feet up,” C.C. told him, not revealing everything to him. He could survive anything, but the amount of pain that was inflicted on him determined how long it took him to heal. If he were stepped on for several hours, it would take a few minutes for him to heal. If he spent a day under her foot, it would take an hour for him to stop feeling pain. If she got really creative and kept torturing him for weeks, well, Lelouch would spend several days in agony afterwards. Immortality could really hurt, especially if you spend your time with someone that enjoys watching you suffer.
“By the way, what I think is the only thing that matters,” she informed him sharply, never showing an inch of sympathy as he lay at her feet shaking from the new pain he felt. It was bad now, but he’d get used to it, along with the other things that came from being her slave like the smells, tastes and heat. She had some cruel plans for Lelouch that would shatter his prideful mind. She could hardly wait for the fun to begin.
“You…you…you tricked me,” Lelouch panted as he struggled to sit up. The reality of his situation was unimaginable, but Lelouch was trying to rationalize it. Always the thinker, he tried to figure out C.C.’s game. She wanted him as a slave, but what use were a man smaller then her thumb. She said she could control his size, so did that mean that once he had been humbled she would grow him back and he’d wait on her on his hands and knees? It seemed so convoluted of C.C. to shrink him just to have him become her slave. Plenty of men would do that just because of the awesome powers she had. Hell, he could have used his Geass to turn some unlucky fool into a mindless slave to her. But she wanted him and she wanted him immortal, why?
“No, you tricked yourself,” C.C. explained like she was talking to an annoying child. She leaned down, until all Lelouch could see was her giant face looming over him. Fear raced through him, even though he knew he was immortal, he still feared what this giant girl could do. His questions were pushed aside as he focused more on listening to what his new master had to say. “I gave you a choice between going with your original plan and dying or living on forever with me. You choose this, not thinking once about what your life would be like. That’s your greatest weakness Lelouch; you never think twice about a decision. All you heard was that you could live and you jumped on it. Now you belong to me for as long as I want.”
“This isn’t fair,” Lelouch whispered. His voice was tiny, but C.C. heard him. It was one of the many new abilities she had over him. No matter how small he became or how quiet he was, she could hear his voice whenever she wanted to.
C.C. sneered at the pathetic whining she heard. “Life is seldom fair, slave.” she relished calling Lelouch her slave. Maybe later she could try some other names like toe jam or foot sweat to describe him after his first job. She had been on her feet often and hadn’t been able to wash her feet in a week. They were sore and dirty in need of the services of a good slave. Having Lelouch start at her feet would prepare him for the future he was going to spend under her soles.
“Poor bug, you think what you think matters?” She said with mock sympathy. She felt nothing towards Lelouch other then amusement over his plight. She no longer could see him as the king he had once been, but a toy for her amusement. He only had himself to blame for it. He thought he could achieve his grand dream of bringing the world together and be rewarded for his hard work. If the world was just he would be rewarded, but it wasn’t. C.C. knew how unfair life could be and if she couldn’t have the sweet relief of death, she’d get her amusement out of Lelouch. Enslaving the former king would keep her happy for a few decades at least.
“Of course what I think matters. I’ve overtaken nations, thought up the most brilliant battle plans and done the impossible. If you think that you can turn me into a slave then think again.” Lelouch would have gone on, but C.C. had heard enough. Annoyed by his high-pitched squeaky voice she dropped him. She relaxed her fingers from around his waist and let him fall, watching him decent to the floor without concern.
“Damn!” Lelouch screamed as he fell seemingly hundreds of feet to the ground. He whizzed by C.C. as he dropped, looking at her broad hips, then her long legs and then her naked feet before hitting the ground with a bone-shattering thud. He landed on his back, the back of his head colliding with the ground and sending pain shooting through his skull. Pain raced through him unlike anything he had ever felt before. The fall should have killed him, but as he lied there, the pain slowly went away and he was left with only a dull throbbing pain was left. He stared up, hundreds of feet above him C.C. stared back, a tiny smile on her lips.
“Thought that was the end, didn’t you? But your forgot, can’t die remember. Not even if you’re dropped a hundred feet up,” C.C. told him, not revealing everything to him. He could survive anything, but the amount of pain that was inflicted on him determined how long it took him to heal. If he were stepped on for several hours, it would take a few minutes for him to heal. If he spent a day under her foot, it would take an hour for him to stop feeling pain. If she got really creative and kept torturing him for weeks, well, Lelouch would spend several days in agony afterwards. Immortality could really hurt, especially if you spend your time with someone that enjoys watching you suffer.
“By the way, what I think is the only thing that matters,” she informed him sharply, never showing an inch of sympathy as he lay at her feet shaking from the new pain he felt. It was bad now, but he’d get used to it, along with the other things that came from being her slave like the smells, tastes and heat. She had some cruel plans for Lelouch that would shatter his prideful mind. She could hardly wait for the fun to begin.
“You…you…you tricked me,” Lelouch panted as he struggled to sit up. The reality of his situation was unimaginable, but Lelouch was trying to rationalize it. Always the thinker, he tried to figure out C.C.’s game. She wanted him as a slave, but what use were a man smaller then her thumb. She said she could control his size, so did that mean that once he had been humbled she would grow him back and he’d wait on her on his hands and knees? It seemed so convoluted of C.C. to shrink him just to have him become her slave. Plenty of men would do that just because of the awesome powers she had. Hell, he could have used his Geass to turn some unlucky fool into a mindless slave to her. But she wanted him and she wanted him immortal, why?
“No, you tricked yourself,” C.C. explained like she was talking to an annoying child. She leaned down, until all Lelouch could see was her giant face looming over him. Fear raced through him, even though he knew he was immortal, he still feared what this giant girl could do. His questions were pushed aside as he focused more on listening to what his new master had to say. “I gave you a choice between going with your original plan and dying or living on forever with me. You choose this, not thinking once about what your life would be like. That’s your greatest weakness Lelouch; you never think twice about a decision. All you heard was that you could live and you jumped on it. Now you belong to me for as long as I want.”
“This isn’t fair,” Lelouch whispered. His voice was tiny, but C.C. heard him. It was one of the many new abilities she had over him. No matter how small he became or how quiet he was, she could hear his voice whenever she wanted to.
C.C. sneered at the pathetic whining she heard. “Life is seldom fair, slave.” she relished calling Lelouch her slave. Maybe later she could try some other names like toe jam or foot sweat to describe him after his first job. She had been on her feet often and hadn’t been able to wash her feet in a week. They were sore and dirty in need of the services of a good slave. Having Lelouch start at her feet would prepare him for the future he was going to spend under her soles.
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March 13, 2025
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