At The Mercy of Your Nemesis
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
You knew exactly what Mackenzie was doing and wanted to cry out to Olivia not to fall for the bait, but alas she couldn’t hear you, and as usual swallowed her friend’s manipulations hook line and sinker. “Representative? Wait, does that mean… you could do it?” Without waiting for a response your wearer clutched her hands together in a clear expression of supplication. “Oh, please Mack. I just can’t stand the idea of using Andrew like that. It would mean so much to me if you could do this one for me. Just like you’re helping me make up the time on the insoles.” Despite your attempts to scream your rejection of this idea, no sound came out, and you were left at the whims of your rival.
For her part, Mackenzie considered it a personal victory that she managed to stop herself from smirking, even as she was doing a victory dance in her mind, instead maintaining a suitably solemn expression. “It’s not like a want to abuse him like that either you know.” The theatrical sigh that followed made your blood boil. “But… since this is the only way to help him, I’ll do it. He’s my friend, but I don’t love him the way you do, so it will still be easier for me.” Feigning consideration, she continued, as you cursed her out from your place still wrapped around Olivia’s chest. “That said, I think it would be best if we got the full time for his sweat rag out of the way in one go. He still needs a couple more hours of use as a bra, so why don’t you keep wearing him tonight, and then I’ll take him tomorrow morning. Me and Andy should be back by dinner with his rag usage complete.”
If there was any small comfort you could take in this situation, it was that Olivia still cared enough to have some concern over this plan. “A whole day? Where are you going to take him?” You wanted to know that yourself, and it seemed Mackenzie already had a prepared response. “I was going to do some yoga tomorrow, so I’ll take him along to that. It should be easy enough, but will still count as use. After that, I’ll find some other activities of similar intensity for the rest of the day.” It sounded reasonable enough but you trusted the pale girl as far as you could throw her, which was to say not at all. Even as Olivia gave her thanks and crushed you in a tight hug between the two, you knew Mackenzie was going to find some way to twist this against you and make your suffering worse.
Unable to do anything to escape your fate, you spent another few hours supporting Olivia’s chest as she ate dinner and watched another movie with her best friend before retiring to her bedroom, her previous efforts to research a solution to your situation seemingly forgotten for now. Rather than wear you to bed, your girlfriend slipped you off and hung you from her doorknock, at first turning away without a word before rapidly turning back and wishing you goodnight before crawling into bed and almost instantly drifting off. Knowing this could be your last chance to escape what was coming, you spent some time struggling to reform but made no progress and eventually fell asleep.
With a sense of déjà vu, you were once more awoken to the feeling of being crushed by Mackenzie. Though this time rather than being flattened in a shoe you were slammed down onto the kitchen counter, the knots tied in your limbs already undone as your tormentor commenced twisting and smearing you into a new shape. As your malleable body was stretched and kneaded into a sheet of flesh, you did your best to glare up at the accursed woman, though you doubted she noticed as her own face twisted into a malicious smile, letting you know just how much she was enjoying this. She didn’t even bother to address you verbally, intent to treat you like the object she wanted you to be.
Olivia was evidently still asleep, and you saw no sight of her as Mackenzie slung your now towel-like body over her shoulders and began her jog to the nearest gym. Your face had been localised to one end of the towel and was repeatedly bumping against your tormentor’s breasts as she ran, but as much as you hated it you had to admit that it was better than being underfoot. Even when the gym came into view and Mackenzie slowed down, using you to wipe the sweat from her forehead and neck, you wondered if perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as you feared, only for a subsequent plunge into her armpits to quickly answer that question. Still, as you noted that she was indeed heading for the studios put aside for yoga classes, you comforted yourself with the idea that this may be the worse of what you would have to endure. Used only to keep a relatively light sheen of sweat at bay.
Any such momentary comfort vanished the moment Mackenzie stepped past the usual yoga rooms and instead arrived at a heavier door, a sign to the left announcing the torment that awaited you:
Instantly you knew what all of this had been about. Why Mackenzie was so keen to claim you as her sweat rag today. Why she’d promised Olivia with a straight face that she was just going to use you for yoga and other activities of ‘similar intensity’. Just how screwed you really were. You would have screamed if you could. Cursed and raged. Begged for mercy. But all you managed was the smallest twitch of movement, which your bearer didn’t even notice as she opened the door and stepped in, a blast of hot humid air striking you both and instantly causing sweat to begin flowing from her skin, something which she was all too eager to put you to use drying up as she headed deeper inside.
You’d never actually been to a hot yoga class before, and you had never wanted to come to one either, not needing the warning to know what kind of hell this would be for you. Even if you’d been in your regular form, the sheer heat would have sapped the strength from your muscles and possibly even reduced you to a pliant lump of flesh. As it was, you could feel your flattened body drooping already, stretching itself out while still retaining its overall shape. Oblivious or uncaring, Mackenzie spoke for the first time you’d heard today, though of course did so only to taunt you. “Geez, it sure is hot in here. I’m going to be sweating so badly. Good thing I brought my new sweat rag to drink it all down for me.” From your position you couldn’t see her malicious smile, but you were sure she was wearing one as she found a spot and unslung the yoga mat you hadn’t realised she was carrying.
As you were once more swept over Mackenie’s arms and brow, even dipping momentarily into her cleavage, the acrid smell and taste of her sweat sunk into you and you began to gag internally, already beginning to reach your limits and knowing that you were only getting started. Dropped without warning onto the mat below you had only a moment to curse your fate before your roommate’s feet came down on you, happily trampling over your body as she spread out and positioned her mat with her feet, taking time to make sure it was exactly where she wanted it. A fresh wave of sweat from her feet burned into you, and the relief when they finally stepped off was a fleeting thing indeed, as the mass of her rear slammed down on you moments later, utterly burying your tortured body beneath its mass as its own sweat added itself to your horrid cocktail.
With your face stuck squarely beneath Mackenzie’s booty you didn’t hear the instructor enter, nor any of the instructions given to the class, including the one about the risks of bringing any licensed tinies into the room and the confiscation policy concerning such tinies. You first knew the class had begun when your rival lifted herself off of you, only for her feet to return moments later to ensure you got not a moment’s rest. It was evident that Mackenzie was intent to ensure you experienced as much torment as possible throughout the class, as she made sure to place as much force as possible on you with each pose. Poses like the Tree, the Chair, or the Standing Bow Pulling Pose saw you kept underfoot, sometimes with a single foot pressing itself deeply into your slowly weakening form, other times with both feet bearing down on you. The later pose in particular saw the toes of her left foot digging deeply into your flesh, almost feeling like they were scratching at your insides, before she changed sides and repeated the same torment with her right foot. When each pose finished you were picked up, used to absorb rivers of acrid sweat, and then tossed back to the mat for more.
And it wasn’t just Mackenzie’s feet that would crush you. More than once you found yourself back under her rear for a sitting pose, several of which, like the Spine Twisting Pose, saw your roommate twisting herself side to side, transmitting the same twisting motion to yourself as you were pulled bit by bit into the grip of her cheeks. Planks and similar poses, though less common, saw you buried under her chest, ensuring there wasn’t a part of her that didn’t get the chance to crush you. That she even used you to wipe off her mat when given the chance showed just how much she wanted you to suffer. Then there was the Wind Relieving Pose and it’s… predictable additions to your torment.
For a full half-hour your suffered, cursed, and begged unheard. And when it was finally over you felt that something inside of you had been broken. The heat of the room had sapped all of your strength, and the sweat that had been mercilessly poured into you was flooding your insides, nearly drowning you inside of your own body. All of the pressure you had endured beneath Mackenzie’s feet and rear had left what felt like permanent imprints on you, both physically and mentally, and you felt like you wanted to curl up in a dark cave somewhere to recover from everything you had experienced. The only hope you could feel was that it was finally over. That after one last cleaning you would be done.
For her part, Mackenzie considered it a personal victory that she managed to stop herself from smirking, even as she was doing a victory dance in her mind, instead maintaining a suitably solemn expression. “It’s not like a want to abuse him like that either you know.” The theatrical sigh that followed made your blood boil. “But… since this is the only way to help him, I’ll do it. He’s my friend, but I don’t love him the way you do, so it will still be easier for me.” Feigning consideration, she continued, as you cursed her out from your place still wrapped around Olivia’s chest. “That said, I think it would be best if we got the full time for his sweat rag out of the way in one go. He still needs a couple more hours of use as a bra, so why don’t you keep wearing him tonight, and then I’ll take him tomorrow morning. Me and Andy should be back by dinner with his rag usage complete.”
If there was any small comfort you could take in this situation, it was that Olivia still cared enough to have some concern over this plan. “A whole day? Where are you going to take him?” You wanted to know that yourself, and it seemed Mackenzie already had a prepared response. “I was going to do some yoga tomorrow, so I’ll take him along to that. It should be easy enough, but will still count as use. After that, I’ll find some other activities of similar intensity for the rest of the day.” It sounded reasonable enough but you trusted the pale girl as far as you could throw her, which was to say not at all. Even as Olivia gave her thanks and crushed you in a tight hug between the two, you knew Mackenzie was going to find some way to twist this against you and make your suffering worse.
Unable to do anything to escape your fate, you spent another few hours supporting Olivia’s chest as she ate dinner and watched another movie with her best friend before retiring to her bedroom, her previous efforts to research a solution to your situation seemingly forgotten for now. Rather than wear you to bed, your girlfriend slipped you off and hung you from her doorknock, at first turning away without a word before rapidly turning back and wishing you goodnight before crawling into bed and almost instantly drifting off. Knowing this could be your last chance to escape what was coming, you spent some time struggling to reform but made no progress and eventually fell asleep.
With a sense of déjà vu, you were once more awoken to the feeling of being crushed by Mackenzie. Though this time rather than being flattened in a shoe you were slammed down onto the kitchen counter, the knots tied in your limbs already undone as your tormentor commenced twisting and smearing you into a new shape. As your malleable body was stretched and kneaded into a sheet of flesh, you did your best to glare up at the accursed woman, though you doubted she noticed as her own face twisted into a malicious smile, letting you know just how much she was enjoying this. She didn’t even bother to address you verbally, intent to treat you like the object she wanted you to be.
Olivia was evidently still asleep, and you saw no sight of her as Mackenzie slung your now towel-like body over her shoulders and began her jog to the nearest gym. Your face had been localised to one end of the towel and was repeatedly bumping against your tormentor’s breasts as she ran, but as much as you hated it you had to admit that it was better than being underfoot. Even when the gym came into view and Mackenzie slowed down, using you to wipe the sweat from her forehead and neck, you wondered if perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as you feared, only for a subsequent plunge into her armpits to quickly answer that question. Still, as you noted that she was indeed heading for the studios put aside for yoga classes, you comforted yourself with the idea that this may be the worse of what you would have to endure. Used only to keep a relatively light sheen of sweat at bay.
Any such momentary comfort vanished the moment Mackenzie stepped past the usual yoga rooms and instead arrived at a heavier door, a sign to the left announcing the torment that awaited you:
HOT YOGA CLASS
High Heat Warning
For Adult Women Only
No Tinies Allowed Due to Heat Hazard
Water Bottle Mandatory
High Heat Warning
For Adult Women Only
No Tinies Allowed Due to Heat Hazard
Water Bottle Mandatory
Instantly you knew what all of this had been about. Why Mackenzie was so keen to claim you as her sweat rag today. Why she’d promised Olivia with a straight face that she was just going to use you for yoga and other activities of ‘similar intensity’. Just how screwed you really were. You would have screamed if you could. Cursed and raged. Begged for mercy. But all you managed was the smallest twitch of movement, which your bearer didn’t even notice as she opened the door and stepped in, a blast of hot humid air striking you both and instantly causing sweat to begin flowing from her skin, something which she was all too eager to put you to use drying up as she headed deeper inside.
You’d never actually been to a hot yoga class before, and you had never wanted to come to one either, not needing the warning to know what kind of hell this would be for you. Even if you’d been in your regular form, the sheer heat would have sapped the strength from your muscles and possibly even reduced you to a pliant lump of flesh. As it was, you could feel your flattened body drooping already, stretching itself out while still retaining its overall shape. Oblivious or uncaring, Mackenzie spoke for the first time you’d heard today, though of course did so only to taunt you. “Geez, it sure is hot in here. I’m going to be sweating so badly. Good thing I brought my new sweat rag to drink it all down for me.” From your position you couldn’t see her malicious smile, but you were sure she was wearing one as she found a spot and unslung the yoga mat you hadn’t realised she was carrying.
As you were once more swept over Mackenie’s arms and brow, even dipping momentarily into her cleavage, the acrid smell and taste of her sweat sunk into you and you began to gag internally, already beginning to reach your limits and knowing that you were only getting started. Dropped without warning onto the mat below you had only a moment to curse your fate before your roommate’s feet came down on you, happily trampling over your body as she spread out and positioned her mat with her feet, taking time to make sure it was exactly where she wanted it. A fresh wave of sweat from her feet burned into you, and the relief when they finally stepped off was a fleeting thing indeed, as the mass of her rear slammed down on you moments later, utterly burying your tortured body beneath its mass as its own sweat added itself to your horrid cocktail.
With your face stuck squarely beneath Mackenzie’s booty you didn’t hear the instructor enter, nor any of the instructions given to the class, including the one about the risks of bringing any licensed tinies into the room and the confiscation policy concerning such tinies. You first knew the class had begun when your rival lifted herself off of you, only for her feet to return moments later to ensure you got not a moment’s rest. It was evident that Mackenzie was intent to ensure you experienced as much torment as possible throughout the class, as she made sure to place as much force as possible on you with each pose. Poses like the Tree, the Chair, or the Standing Bow Pulling Pose saw you kept underfoot, sometimes with a single foot pressing itself deeply into your slowly weakening form, other times with both feet bearing down on you. The later pose in particular saw the toes of her left foot digging deeply into your flesh, almost feeling like they were scratching at your insides, before she changed sides and repeated the same torment with her right foot. When each pose finished you were picked up, used to absorb rivers of acrid sweat, and then tossed back to the mat for more.
And it wasn’t just Mackenzie’s feet that would crush you. More than once you found yourself back under her rear for a sitting pose, several of which, like the Spine Twisting Pose, saw your roommate twisting herself side to side, transmitting the same twisting motion to yourself as you were pulled bit by bit into the grip of her cheeks. Planks and similar poses, though less common, saw you buried under her chest, ensuring there wasn’t a part of her that didn’t get the chance to crush you. That she even used you to wipe off her mat when given the chance showed just how much she wanted you to suffer. Then there was the Wind Relieving Pose and it’s… predictable additions to your torment.
For a full half-hour your suffered, cursed, and begged unheard. And when it was finally over you felt that something inside of you had been broken. The heat of the room had sapped all of your strength, and the sweat that had been mercilessly poured into you was flooding your insides, nearly drowning you inside of your own body. All of the pressure you had endured beneath Mackenzie’s feet and rear had left what felt like permanent imprints on you, both physically and mentally, and you felt like you wanted to curl up in a dark cave somewhere to recover from everything you had experienced. The only hope you could feel was that it was finally over. That after one last cleaning you would be done.
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