Last flight out of freedom Shrunk and kidnapped by Jen chapter 16 by Louka31

At first blush, all you can make out from your overwhelming surroundings is that you're currently in an unthinkably enormous building. Elisia's hand clutches you very closely to her ample bosom, all but completely dominating the view in front of you. What's more, Francesca and Angelina appear to be seated on either side of their friend, not only giving their fingers easy access to stroke and tickle you as they please, but also covering your peripheral vision in a sea of brown and red. Just about the only direction that you can see clearly is upward, where a distant ceiling of shiny ivory tiles and glaring fluorescent lights appears miles from your tiny body.

Summoning your nerves to speak up to the women who have claimed you for their own, you clear your throat and prepare to meekly ask your new owner where you currently are. However, but before you can do so, a deafening voice from out of nowhere thunders over your own and utterly drowns you out.

"ATTENTION PASSENGERS, THIS IS THE FINAL BOARDING CALL FOR LUFTHANSA INTERNATIONAL FLIGHT 217 TO FRANKFURT, BOARDING AT GATE E-20," a curt woman's voice booms from above, before repeating the announcement in an equally deafening German tongue.

Well, mystery solved.

As you clap your hands over your ears in a desperate attempt to muffle the incessant loudspeaker, your three captresses gaze downward and notice your struggle. A chorus of "Awww~"s erupts and a set of pitying smiles greets you from each direction, causing you to blush and shyly look at your feet.

Finally, when the announcement with rock-concert decibels cuts off after a cheerful sequence of chimes, you are finally able to remove your fingers from your ringing eardrums. Hopefully that will be the last loudspeaker message for a while -- you're not thrilled with the prospect of adding "deafness" to your list of misfortunes for the day. And you doubt Elisia would be particularly pleased if her darling new pet could no longer understand her honeyed coos or seductive commands.

"Poor little guy," Francesca pouts, ruffling your hair with a single long nail. "That message must have hurt those cute little ears, right?"

"Sure looks like it," Angelina agrees, turning to Elisia. "Babe, should we keep him safe in your purse while we wait? Should be nice and quiet in there."

"Oh, don't worry, we will. It's basically his new home, after all." Elisia smiles, glowing with an almost maternal sense of care and responsibility. She gently pats the very familiar black, leather handbag tucked under her arm, as if you have already been zipped up and secured inside again, before directing her gaze squarely on you once more. "But first, it's time to give this good little pet his reward."

The three share conspiratorial grins with each other before turning their looks of absolute delight back at you, with Francesca giggling sweetly and Angelina eagerly licking her plush lips. The sight alone causes your submissive heart to flutter in anticipation, though you are slightly confused about what you may have done to deserve such a generous gift from your lovely owners.

Elisia elevates her palm to a position just above her head, allowing you the chance to fully take in your surroundings. Although it's little surprise given the bellowing announcement moments before, glimpsing the area for yourself truly hammers home the reality of where you currently are. Rows upon rows of sparsely populated black plastic chairs, spaced far apart and facing one another. A nearly endless corridor running through the center of the space, with monitors displaying a variety of airlines and flight information embedded inside the columns. To your right, a number of massive window panes overlooking a maze of tarmac, a distant city skyline, and multiple aircrafts preparing for takeoff or landing. And, directly in front of you beyond several rows of chairs, a booth with an enormous E-4 emblazoned across the top, where a few individuals carrying suitcases have gathered to speak to a smiling young Italian woman behind the counter.

There's no doubt about it. You've been carried all the way to the airport in Elisia's gorgeous handbag, just as promised.

"Take a good look, cutie," Elisia whispers seductively, unable to mask the dominant sense of satisfaction from her voice. The sweet whisper is so soft, you doubt even Angelina and Francesca can hear it from this distance. "Your last view of the country you once called home. In just a couple hours, we'll be high in the skies over the Atlantic, whisking you away to your brand new life. So many gorgeous leather boots to lick clean. So many pretty toenails to paint, foot massages to give, and maybe, just maybe, other womanly places to please. A life forever dominated by leather and the goddesses who wear it, where hard work is rewarded by our lovely kisses, or giving your adorably tiny member a tickle or two. Everything a perfect little pet like you was made for." She points one well-manicured finger at the door beyond the terminal gate, undoubtedly leading into the narrow hallway connecting to the airplane. "And once we walk through that very door, it all begins."

The luscious lips whispering sadistic nothings into your ear suddenly purse together, and proceed to plants a single long, amorous smooch over your entire face. "Mwwwah!"

Elisia's palm slowly lowers you back to chest-level, where Angelina and Francesca's faces eagerly crowd your vision once more. You can feel the lingering sense of a mixture of minty saliva and midnight-black lipstick upon your face, and the two women giggle at the humiliating sight.

Just as you are about to wipe the presumably lip-shaped print from across your face, Angelina quickly darts one hand forward, grasping your tiny wrists and pulling them back down. "Ah-ah-ah, little pet!" she chides, wagging a finger at you. "No wiping away your reward until everyone's had a chance!"

Without further ado, she leans in closer and kisses you deeply with her ruby-red lips. Unlike Elisia's long, romantic kiss, Angelina's is deep and aggressively penetrative, worming her monstrous tongue into every crevice and corner she can find. The seconds tick by as Angelina refuses to release her hold on you, and you begin growing considerably lightheaded as you run out of oxygen.

Before Angelina can bring you to unconsciousness with a kiss, however, she finally parts her lips and tongue from your face, withdrawing as she bats those long-lashed eyes and winks at you. You can guess that only leaves...

"My turn!" Francesca pinches your midsection with two gentle fingers, picking you right out of Elisia's palm and straight toward her brown lips. This time, the kisses are quick, numerous, and playful. With a series of delighted "Mwah! Mwah! Mwaaah!" sounds, Francesca eagerly peppers all different sections of your face with her pecks. From the top of your forehead, to each cheek, your chin, and even the tip of your nose, no section of your already deeply-stained face is free from her clustered assault. You can only close your eyes and allow the giantess to continue her kisses as she pleases, until she eventually runs out of new and humiliating places to plant her lips. With one final kiss of considerable force directly upon your lips, she finally frees you from the barrage.

The three Italian goddesses sigh in contentment as they examine their handiwork, which you can only imagine resembles a wet, messy, mural covered in three colors of graffiti -- in the shape of your face. It's utterly humiliating to think about, to say nothing of the feeling of being helplessly assaulted by a series of gorgeous, supersized lips, of all things, but you can't deny the incredibly arousing feeling of being so thoroughly used by these lovely giantesses. If they love to "reward" you like this while still in a public area, you can only imagine the amazing experiences your owners will give you when they've smuggled you back home to Italy.

Just as you're beginning to daydream about the unbelievable life planned for you on the other side of the pond, a dazzlingly bright flash accompanied with a quick *click!* snaps you out of your reverie. After a couple of seconds of rapid blinking to regain your vision, you find yourself face-to-face with the lens of a sleek digital camera in Angelina's hands.

"Gorgeous!" she declares, quickly showing the photo she had snapped to Elisia and Francesca, who have to stifle their sudden fits of laughter to avoid attracting undue attention. "What a perfect photo to commemorate the end of an amazing vacation!"

"We should take some more pictures when we get on the plane!" Francesca says, still holding back snorting laughter. "Maybe a couple of group selfies with our favorite little souvenir?"

"More like a whole photoshoot!" Angelina smirks as she tucks the camera back into her fashionable crossbody camera bag, tickling you under the chin. "This little miracle can be our pint-sized model!"

As your head continues to spin between memories of kisses and camera flashes, along with the ever-soothing scent of leather all around you, Elisia softly plucks you back into her warm palm. "By the way, cutie," she asks, "do you know what you're being rewarded for?"

"Uh... umm..." All eyes are (yet again) on you, and your three captresses watch you closely as stare with a look halfway between bliss and utter blankness. You probably would have difficulty in piecing together a feasible answer in the best of circumstances, but in your current state of mind, you can't even try to hazard a guess.

After a few seconds, Elisia smiles condescendingly at your pitiful state, shaking her head. "Maybe I should have asked you that before we gave you the kisses of a lifetime. My bad, tiny." Clearing her throat, she continues. "Anyway, the answer is very simple... your reward was for..."