An Amazing Piece of Technology
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
copier
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azazel8
“Wow, technology sure is advanced nowadays.” The look of wonder and discovery on Gina’s face was so bright that for a moment your became dazzled, yet soon enough the import of her words sank in, and you hurried to try to explain. “Wait, I’m not a-mmph!” Your desperate attempt to correct her errant conclusion was cut off as the finger that had been menacingly hanging above you this whole time suddenly accelerated downwards, crashing into your face and instantly shutting your lips. “It’s so cute! I can’t believe how real this thing looks! And the voice! It’s almost like looking and talking to a real person!” You did your best to struggle, to pull back from the probing fingers, but the brunette just squeezed you tighter, her digits pressing into your flesh as she enthusiastically examined you.
Any hope that Mary may step in to save you was lost as the older woman gazed lovingly at her happy daughter, seeing no reason to second-guess Gina’s conclusion. “It must be some kind of new super-advanced doll with a voice box and everything.” She chuckled, looking at how excitedly the younger girl was playing with this new find and only imagining how much fun an actual child could have with it. Though she also bit her lip as she realised that, honestly, she was a bit interested herself. After all the idea of having a moving talking toy that she could carry around in her bosom was an interesting thought. Speaking of. “It’s quite durable too isn’t it. After all it’s been stepped on by you and sat on by me, and it popped right back into shape. I wonder… Honey, can I please have that for a moment?”
Still busy being unwittingly assaulted, you almost missed Mary’s request, though as the fingers pulled back and you started moving towards the buxom matriarch you allowed yourself the brief hope that she would reconsider her position once you were in her hands. As you were dropped from one palm to another you forced your lips open and yelled out once more. “Wait! Please! I swear I’m not a toy! I’m a real person just like you!” But all you received in response was a giggle before the sky above you darkened, and you quickly found yourself crushed beneath Mary’s fist as she happily pounded you flat then began to roll and stretch you into a new form. “It’s programming is so realistic. I wonder if there’s a way to change the setting though. I’d prefer a happy little pet then a scared servant.” Gina nodded, watching as her mother tested the durability of this little thing, rolling it into a ball before starting to pinch and stretch it. “Maybe it has a hidden switch somewhere. We should look for it.”
What followed could be described as little other than torture, even if it was done without a trace of malicious intent. In truth, Mary and Gina were two of the kindest and most loving women you could ever hope to meet, and had you actually managed to convince them that you were a living, feeling, human being, they would have wasted no time in getting you back home. Yet, tragically, the fact that your condition had been kept out of the public-eye meant that they couldn’t even fathom the idea of a little man smaller than their fingers being anything other than a well-made facsimile, intended only for the entertainment and pleasure of real humans. After all, they’d both watched the rapid march of technology across areas like manufacturing, robotics, artificial intelligence and advanced materials. It wasn’t that hard to believe someone had started making indestructible toys that mimicked humans.
Said indestructibility was put to the test as Mary devoted herself to figuring out just how much punishment you could take, losing herself in her fun and giggling a little whenever you managed to raise a half-strangled protest before inevitably being silenced again. At first it was just her hands, mashing and stretching you in a constant cycle of pain as she worked to see how far your limbs could stretch, how small of a ball she could roll you into, or whether she could twist you fully into a knot, among many other things. It was weirdly relaxing for her, like playing with the world’s best stress toy, so much so that she hadn’t even noticed her daughter leaving until the girl came bouncing back in her own skirt and blouse and asked if she could have a turn again. You tried to scream no, but all you got out was a strangled sob before Gina’s fingers replaced her mother’s and you were subjected to yet another round of torment as the curious girl worked you over in search of non-existent controls.
At some point things escalated yet again, and hands were joined by feet, butts, breasts and more, as the two women became increasingly harsh. One minute you were being pounded beneath Mary’s bouncing rear, the next you were flattened and rolled between Gina’s clamped feet. Drowning in Mary’s chest as she squeezed the massive orbs together. Chewed like gum by Gina to assess your taste. Scrubbed against Mary’s armpits in a test of your absorbency. Not to mention that after seeing the other’s ideas, each wanted to test you that way as well. At that some point it all blurred together, and when you were finally placed on the coffee table and given a fleeting chance to reform, it was all you could do to fitfully try to crawl away using your one functioning arm, your vision blurred with despairing tears and the shadows of your tormentors hanging over you like those of wrathful gods.
Sitting on the couch and watching your slow movements, Mary chuckled, her own skin now slightly flushed from nearly an hour of intense activity. Admittedly she had gotten a bit carried away, when at first all she had intended to do was give this strange toy a few minor stress tests. It was just so fun to play with though, something her daughter would clearly agree with, given that the girl was already eyeing the little thing again as she caught her breath. Clapping her hands, the older brunette brought the room’s attention to herself, though it was only Gina’s gaze that she met. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that we’ve found our new favourite de-stressor. This little one is certainly going to get plenty of use from now on.” See caught your visible flinch out of the corner of her eye, and smiled warmly as she turned to watch you redouble your efforts, struggling to rise to your feet to escape. “At first I was a bit off-put by its attitude but admittedly the way it keeps trying to run away from us is kind of cute.”
Gina giggled, waiting until you had finally managed to stand before effortlessly snatching you up mid-stride, silencing your scream by bringing you to her lips for a firm kiss, leaving you gasping for breath in its aftermath. “Yeah, the way he struggles is so cute, and honestly kind of a turn on.” She laughed again at the look her mother shot her. “Oh come on, don’t pretend you were thinking any different.” The lack of a response was all the confirmation she needed, and happy eyes turned back to you just as you regained your voice again. “Please! Please! I’m telling the truth! I’m not a toy! Or a robot! Or whatever it is you think I am! I’m a human! I have a family! I’m scared, please! I just want to-No! No no no! Please!” Thinking her mum was right, Gina happily carried you over to her stinking running shoes and dropped you in, enjoying the way you screamed before landing on the insole with a wet slap. If she’d known the truth she would have been horrified, but treating this as just a game she remembered back when she used to play with ants and revelled in the feeling of power she got from seeing you tremble in terror as she slowly began to lower her socked foot. “Fee fi fo! Here I come!”
Mary gave her daughter a look of mock offence as she watched her stomp her foot to make sure it was fully in the shoe, though truthfully she was glad to see her having such fun. “Are you not going to share at all with your poor lonely mother then?” That got her an eye roll in return, though the smile it was accompanied with softened the blow quite a bit, as did Gina’s following words. “Don’t worry, we’ll share it. I just want to have it underfoot for a bit when I actually know it’s there and can feel it. Besides, I have to show Kelsey. She’ll never believe me if I don’t show her in person.” Kelsey was the brunette’s best friend and newfound running partner, though Mary suspected she wanted to be even more than that and was just too shy to say. Regardless, even if Gina wasn’t picking up on all of the signals she was receiving, she definitely saw the other girl as someone from whom she would keep no secrets. Not that any of that was a surprise to her mother, who chuckled again in response. “Okay okay. You go have your fun, just make sure you bring it back. I’m not done with that little thing yet. Plus, I want to share it with your aunt as well once she gets home. She’s just going to love it to bits.”
Buried in Gina’s shoe, between her sweaty sock and even sweatier insole, and beneath the endlessly pounding weight of her foot, you could barely believe how badly this day had gone. Just this morning you had been preparing to embark on your tutoring career, starting with your own dear sister. Then, after just one mistake from your mother, you had been carried away to some unknown house and, despite your very best attempts to explain, had been mistaken for some sort of toy and subjected to over an hour of ceaseless torment. Now, you were being slammed repeatedly underfoot, surrounded by heat, sweat, pressure and pain, as your unwitting tormentor carried you off to places unknown. It was hard to think ahead in this state, especially after what you had just been through, but even so you knew that you had to persevere and somehow convince these two that you were an actual human who needed their help. If you couldn’t, there was no telling how long they would keep you.
Any hope that Mary may step in to save you was lost as the older woman gazed lovingly at her happy daughter, seeing no reason to second-guess Gina’s conclusion. “It must be some kind of new super-advanced doll with a voice box and everything.” She chuckled, looking at how excitedly the younger girl was playing with this new find and only imagining how much fun an actual child could have with it. Though she also bit her lip as she realised that, honestly, she was a bit interested herself. After all the idea of having a moving talking toy that she could carry around in her bosom was an interesting thought. Speaking of. “It’s quite durable too isn’t it. After all it’s been stepped on by you and sat on by me, and it popped right back into shape. I wonder… Honey, can I please have that for a moment?”
Still busy being unwittingly assaulted, you almost missed Mary’s request, though as the fingers pulled back and you started moving towards the buxom matriarch you allowed yourself the brief hope that she would reconsider her position once you were in her hands. As you were dropped from one palm to another you forced your lips open and yelled out once more. “Wait! Please! I swear I’m not a toy! I’m a real person just like you!” But all you received in response was a giggle before the sky above you darkened, and you quickly found yourself crushed beneath Mary’s fist as she happily pounded you flat then began to roll and stretch you into a new form. “It’s programming is so realistic. I wonder if there’s a way to change the setting though. I’d prefer a happy little pet then a scared servant.” Gina nodded, watching as her mother tested the durability of this little thing, rolling it into a ball before starting to pinch and stretch it. “Maybe it has a hidden switch somewhere. We should look for it.”
What followed could be described as little other than torture, even if it was done without a trace of malicious intent. In truth, Mary and Gina were two of the kindest and most loving women you could ever hope to meet, and had you actually managed to convince them that you were a living, feeling, human being, they would have wasted no time in getting you back home. Yet, tragically, the fact that your condition had been kept out of the public-eye meant that they couldn’t even fathom the idea of a little man smaller than their fingers being anything other than a well-made facsimile, intended only for the entertainment and pleasure of real humans. After all, they’d both watched the rapid march of technology across areas like manufacturing, robotics, artificial intelligence and advanced materials. It wasn’t that hard to believe someone had started making indestructible toys that mimicked humans.
Said indestructibility was put to the test as Mary devoted herself to figuring out just how much punishment you could take, losing herself in her fun and giggling a little whenever you managed to raise a half-strangled protest before inevitably being silenced again. At first it was just her hands, mashing and stretching you in a constant cycle of pain as she worked to see how far your limbs could stretch, how small of a ball she could roll you into, or whether she could twist you fully into a knot, among many other things. It was weirdly relaxing for her, like playing with the world’s best stress toy, so much so that she hadn’t even noticed her daughter leaving until the girl came bouncing back in her own skirt and blouse and asked if she could have a turn again. You tried to scream no, but all you got out was a strangled sob before Gina’s fingers replaced her mother’s and you were subjected to yet another round of torment as the curious girl worked you over in search of non-existent controls.
At some point things escalated yet again, and hands were joined by feet, butts, breasts and more, as the two women became increasingly harsh. One minute you were being pounded beneath Mary’s bouncing rear, the next you were flattened and rolled between Gina’s clamped feet. Drowning in Mary’s chest as she squeezed the massive orbs together. Chewed like gum by Gina to assess your taste. Scrubbed against Mary’s armpits in a test of your absorbency. Not to mention that after seeing the other’s ideas, each wanted to test you that way as well. At that some point it all blurred together, and when you were finally placed on the coffee table and given a fleeting chance to reform, it was all you could do to fitfully try to crawl away using your one functioning arm, your vision blurred with despairing tears and the shadows of your tormentors hanging over you like those of wrathful gods.
Sitting on the couch and watching your slow movements, Mary chuckled, her own skin now slightly flushed from nearly an hour of intense activity. Admittedly she had gotten a bit carried away, when at first all she had intended to do was give this strange toy a few minor stress tests. It was just so fun to play with though, something her daughter would clearly agree with, given that the girl was already eyeing the little thing again as she caught her breath. Clapping her hands, the older brunette brought the room’s attention to herself, though it was only Gina’s gaze that she met. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that we’ve found our new favourite de-stressor. This little one is certainly going to get plenty of use from now on.” See caught your visible flinch out of the corner of her eye, and smiled warmly as she turned to watch you redouble your efforts, struggling to rise to your feet to escape. “At first I was a bit off-put by its attitude but admittedly the way it keeps trying to run away from us is kind of cute.”
Gina giggled, waiting until you had finally managed to stand before effortlessly snatching you up mid-stride, silencing your scream by bringing you to her lips for a firm kiss, leaving you gasping for breath in its aftermath. “Yeah, the way he struggles is so cute, and honestly kind of a turn on.” She laughed again at the look her mother shot her. “Oh come on, don’t pretend you were thinking any different.” The lack of a response was all the confirmation she needed, and happy eyes turned back to you just as you regained your voice again. “Please! Please! I’m telling the truth! I’m not a toy! Or a robot! Or whatever it is you think I am! I’m a human! I have a family! I’m scared, please! I just want to-No! No no no! Please!” Thinking her mum was right, Gina happily carried you over to her stinking running shoes and dropped you in, enjoying the way you screamed before landing on the insole with a wet slap. If she’d known the truth she would have been horrified, but treating this as just a game she remembered back when she used to play with ants and revelled in the feeling of power she got from seeing you tremble in terror as she slowly began to lower her socked foot. “Fee fi fo! Here I come!”
Mary gave her daughter a look of mock offence as she watched her stomp her foot to make sure it was fully in the shoe, though truthfully she was glad to see her having such fun. “Are you not going to share at all with your poor lonely mother then?” That got her an eye roll in return, though the smile it was accompanied with softened the blow quite a bit, as did Gina’s following words. “Don’t worry, we’ll share it. I just want to have it underfoot for a bit when I actually know it’s there and can feel it. Besides, I have to show Kelsey. She’ll never believe me if I don’t show her in person.” Kelsey was the brunette’s best friend and newfound running partner, though Mary suspected she wanted to be even more than that and was just too shy to say. Regardless, even if Gina wasn’t picking up on all of the signals she was receiving, she definitely saw the other girl as someone from whom she would keep no secrets. Not that any of that was a surprise to her mother, who chuckled again in response. “Okay okay. You go have your fun, just make sure you bring it back. I’m not done with that little thing yet. Plus, I want to share it with your aunt as well once she gets home. She’s just going to love it to bits.”
Buried in Gina’s shoe, between her sweaty sock and even sweatier insole, and beneath the endlessly pounding weight of her foot, you could barely believe how badly this day had gone. Just this morning you had been preparing to embark on your tutoring career, starting with your own dear sister. Then, after just one mistake from your mother, you had been carried away to some unknown house and, despite your very best attempts to explain, had been mistaken for some sort of toy and subjected to over an hour of ceaseless torment. Now, you were being slammed repeatedly underfoot, surrounded by heat, sweat, pressure and pain, as your unwitting tormentor carried you off to places unknown. It was hard to think ahead in this state, especially after what you had just been through, but even so you knew that you had to persevere and somehow convince these two that you were an actual human who needed their help. If you couldn’t, there was no telling how long they would keep you.
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