Cassie Denies a Deal with the Devil
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
It only took Cassie a few seconds to decide. She wiped away her tears.
"No deal."
"Interesting," Tara smirked. "Here I thought you'd do anything to save your prospective-hubby from "the ogre." That is what you called me, right?"
"It's not just me who thinks of you like that. Jake sees you as an ogre too," Cassie said. Without her mother around, her voice was much more steely. "He's terrified of you. I'd even say he hates you, he's just too nice a guy to admit it. So if getting Jake back now means stooping to your level, I refuse. Because the last thing I would ever want is for the man I love the most to ever see me as similar to the woman he most hates."
"Wow," Tara said, feigning admiration through a mouth of fried eggs. "You know, Cassie, I really admire you. Most girls would've agreed to the deal, gotten their man back then told me to fuck off when I told them to follow through. But not you. You're willing to let the man you love most spend breakfast in my backside rather than lie to someone you hate. That takes commitment."
Tara smirked as she saw Cassie's eyes go wide in surprise. Clearly the thought of lying about accepting Tara's deal had never crossed her mind. Tara had been banking on that. She'd pegged Cassie as the honest type the moment she'd laid eyes on her. Similar to the twerp when it came to honesty. Both of them a pair of goody two-shoes who'd keep their promises no matter how much it cost them. They were so stupidly earnest that in another life they really may have been meant for each other. But in this life these lovebirds were never going to reach the alter. Tara had a job to do, after all, and the sweetest payday imaginable riding on her success.
"Strange that you think Jake hates me though," Tara said, pressing her advantage. "Considering he was all over me yesterday. And I do mean, all over me," Tara said with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.
"Not by choice!" Cassie snapped. "I know you forced him to wait on you hand and foot!"
Tara gave her a pitying look. "You really think that? Even after the little guy kept rejecting your mother's offers to hang out with you and your family?"
"You... you must've threatened him! Or tricked him somehow!"
"You didn't seem so sure last night," Tara said smugly. "Hell, you looked ready to tie him into a pretzel when you told me to hand him over."
Cassie bit her lip as she tried to come up with a response. Unfortunately, Tara had pressed all the right buttons to get her fuming. Not that it was particularly hard. Cassie was still angry with you about yesterday. Furious even! And as far as she was concerned she had every right to be! Yesterday her mother had made several attempts to pry Jake away from his aunt, and each time her mother had walked back sadly and told her all about he'd given another excuse on why he couldn't hang out with the Smalls family, each excuse more flimsy than the last. Her sisters had tried to distract her with games, but Cassie couldn't stop herself from sneaking glances as she watched her fiancé rub lotion on his aunt's ass, as he massaged her feet, as he literally fed her! And then her mother had told her she'd last seen Jake sound asleep on Tara's cleavage. Her mom said he'd looked... happy.
These were all lies of course. You had been forced by Tara into doing all those things for her, and Cassie's mother had fed her daughter lies about both your willingness and enjoyment of those tasks in order to make Cassie suspicious of your relationship with your aunt. A suspicion which, unfortunately for you, was growing in Cassie's head just as your aunt and her mother had planned.
When her mother had first suggested Jake may have more of a twisted attachment to his aunt than his stories claimed--let alone the idea he was attracted to her--Cassie had thought it was ridiculous. But after yesterday's sickening display, Cassie had some serious questions for her fiancé. Questions she'd planned to get the answers to last night until her mother had stepped in with her ridiculously puritanical house rules. In retrospect it might've been a good thing her mother had interfered. Cassie hadn't wanted to hurt you last night, but mad as she'd been, she may have gotten rougher than she intended. Unfortunately, it seemed like Tara was reading her mind.
"Guess I did him a favor by keeping him safe and snug in this big ol ass of mine. I haven't heard any complaints. Have you?"
Tara lifted her cheek again and let out another loud, rank blast. This time Cassie didn't cry. She sneered in disgust at the woman's shameless display. She still couldn't believe that you'd willingly mailed yourself to this woman knowing she'd threatened to imprison you in her ass forever. At least, Cassie would like to say she still couldn't believe you'd do such a thing. But after what she'd seen yesterday... now she wasn't so sure...
"I need to use the bathroom," Cassie said, standing up abruptly.
"Gross," Tara said. "Don't announce it. It's not very ladylike."
The bathroom door slammed shut in response. Tara chuckled then stood up and approached the kitchen sink.
Had you been aware of the conversation taking place, you would've done everything in your power possible to break free of your wretched prison to tell Cassie the truth about yesterday. About how you'd been tricked, threatened and forced into acting as your aunt's servant yesterday and everything you did was just an attempt to impress her mother with how forgiving you could be towards your evil aunt. Unfortunately, since you were mashed between the twin meaty globes of your aunt's ass, your body pulverized and feeble, your mind foggy from sleep deprivation due to a night of being blasted by farts, you hadn't even known Cassie and Tara had been talking about you this entire time.
You felt a slight feeling of joy as a flicker of light shined in your prison, and your joy only grew as Tara reached between her cheeks to peel you paper-like body free of her crack. After nine hours spent in a hotbox you opened your mouth to inhale all the fresh air you could--only to immediately choke on dish soap Tara was pouring on you. Your aunt heard your pitiful squeaking coughs and chuckled.
"Have a nice night, shrimp?"
You, of course, were in no condition to answer. Nor did your aunt give you time to reply as she kneaded your body like putty, causing a lather of soap that blinded you before plunging you beneath a running stream of freezing cold water. After you were washed free of soap, Tara proceeded to douse you with soap and rinse you with cold water several more times. You got the feeling she was doing it more out of amusement than thoroughness, but as unpleasant as it was, you didn't care. You'd gladly stay all day submerged in soap and freezing water if it meant scouring your body of every molecule of unmitigated funk that'd ended up ingrained in your body last night. If only your memories of last night could be washed away as well.
"There we go, nice and clean. And see? I didn't even embarrass you in front of your in-laws. Wasn't that nice of me?"
You planned to beg for mercy, to promise your aunt anything she wanted so long as she stopped humiliating you in front of Cassie's family, but when you opened your mouth to beg, all that came out was a hiccup and a soap bubble. It was then that all the pain and exhaustion of the last several days hit you. The last thing you saw before you passed out was your aunt's wicked smile.
When you woke up...
"No deal."
"Interesting," Tara smirked. "Here I thought you'd do anything to save your prospective-hubby from "the ogre." That is what you called me, right?"
"It's not just me who thinks of you like that. Jake sees you as an ogre too," Cassie said. Without her mother around, her voice was much more steely. "He's terrified of you. I'd even say he hates you, he's just too nice a guy to admit it. So if getting Jake back now means stooping to your level, I refuse. Because the last thing I would ever want is for the man I love the most to ever see me as similar to the woman he most hates."
"Wow," Tara said, feigning admiration through a mouth of fried eggs. "You know, Cassie, I really admire you. Most girls would've agreed to the deal, gotten their man back then told me to fuck off when I told them to follow through. But not you. You're willing to let the man you love most spend breakfast in my backside rather than lie to someone you hate. That takes commitment."
Tara smirked as she saw Cassie's eyes go wide in surprise. Clearly the thought of lying about accepting Tara's deal had never crossed her mind. Tara had been banking on that. She'd pegged Cassie as the honest type the moment she'd laid eyes on her. Similar to the twerp when it came to honesty. Both of them a pair of goody two-shoes who'd keep their promises no matter how much it cost them. They were so stupidly earnest that in another life they really may have been meant for each other. But in this life these lovebirds were never going to reach the alter. Tara had a job to do, after all, and the sweetest payday imaginable riding on her success.
"Strange that you think Jake hates me though," Tara said, pressing her advantage. "Considering he was all over me yesterday. And I do mean, all over me," Tara said with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.
"Not by choice!" Cassie snapped. "I know you forced him to wait on you hand and foot!"
Tara gave her a pitying look. "You really think that? Even after the little guy kept rejecting your mother's offers to hang out with you and your family?"
"You... you must've threatened him! Or tricked him somehow!"
"You didn't seem so sure last night," Tara said smugly. "Hell, you looked ready to tie him into a pretzel when you told me to hand him over."
Cassie bit her lip as she tried to come up with a response. Unfortunately, Tara had pressed all the right buttons to get her fuming. Not that it was particularly hard. Cassie was still angry with you about yesterday. Furious even! And as far as she was concerned she had every right to be! Yesterday her mother had made several attempts to pry Jake away from his aunt, and each time her mother had walked back sadly and told her all about he'd given another excuse on why he couldn't hang out with the Smalls family, each excuse more flimsy than the last. Her sisters had tried to distract her with games, but Cassie couldn't stop herself from sneaking glances as she watched her fiancé rub lotion on his aunt's ass, as he massaged her feet, as he literally fed her! And then her mother had told her she'd last seen Jake sound asleep on Tara's cleavage. Her mom said he'd looked... happy.
These were all lies of course. You had been forced by Tara into doing all those things for her, and Cassie's mother had fed her daughter lies about both your willingness and enjoyment of those tasks in order to make Cassie suspicious of your relationship with your aunt. A suspicion which, unfortunately for you, was growing in Cassie's head just as your aunt and her mother had planned.
When her mother had first suggested Jake may have more of a twisted attachment to his aunt than his stories claimed--let alone the idea he was attracted to her--Cassie had thought it was ridiculous. But after yesterday's sickening display, Cassie had some serious questions for her fiancé. Questions she'd planned to get the answers to last night until her mother had stepped in with her ridiculously puritanical house rules. In retrospect it might've been a good thing her mother had interfered. Cassie hadn't wanted to hurt you last night, but mad as she'd been, she may have gotten rougher than she intended. Unfortunately, it seemed like Tara was reading her mind.
"Guess I did him a favor by keeping him safe and snug in this big ol ass of mine. I haven't heard any complaints. Have you?"
Tara lifted her cheek again and let out another loud, rank blast. This time Cassie didn't cry. She sneered in disgust at the woman's shameless display. She still couldn't believe that you'd willingly mailed yourself to this woman knowing she'd threatened to imprison you in her ass forever. At least, Cassie would like to say she still couldn't believe you'd do such a thing. But after what she'd seen yesterday... now she wasn't so sure...
"I need to use the bathroom," Cassie said, standing up abruptly.
"Gross," Tara said. "Don't announce it. It's not very ladylike."
The bathroom door slammed shut in response. Tara chuckled then stood up and approached the kitchen sink.
Had you been aware of the conversation taking place, you would've done everything in your power possible to break free of your wretched prison to tell Cassie the truth about yesterday. About how you'd been tricked, threatened and forced into acting as your aunt's servant yesterday and everything you did was just an attempt to impress her mother with how forgiving you could be towards your evil aunt. Unfortunately, since you were mashed between the twin meaty globes of your aunt's ass, your body pulverized and feeble, your mind foggy from sleep deprivation due to a night of being blasted by farts, you hadn't even known Cassie and Tara had been talking about you this entire time.
You felt a slight feeling of joy as a flicker of light shined in your prison, and your joy only grew as Tara reached between her cheeks to peel you paper-like body free of her crack. After nine hours spent in a hotbox you opened your mouth to inhale all the fresh air you could--only to immediately choke on dish soap Tara was pouring on you. Your aunt heard your pitiful squeaking coughs and chuckled.
"Have a nice night, shrimp?"
You, of course, were in no condition to answer. Nor did your aunt give you time to reply as she kneaded your body like putty, causing a lather of soap that blinded you before plunging you beneath a running stream of freezing cold water. After you were washed free of soap, Tara proceeded to douse you with soap and rinse you with cold water several more times. You got the feeling she was doing it more out of amusement than thoroughness, but as unpleasant as it was, you didn't care. You'd gladly stay all day submerged in soap and freezing water if it meant scouring your body of every molecule of unmitigated funk that'd ended up ingrained in your body last night. If only your memories of last night could be washed away as well.
"There we go, nice and clean. And see? I didn't even embarrass you in front of your in-laws. Wasn't that nice of me?"
You planned to beg for mercy, to promise your aunt anything she wanted so long as she stopped humiliating you in front of Cassie's family, but when you opened your mouth to beg, all that came out was a hiccup and a soap bubble. It was then that all the pain and exhaustion of the last several days hit you. The last thing you saw before you passed out was your aunt's wicked smile.
When you woke up...
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