Month Later...
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 27
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“I’m going to be in a real adult film! The client loved seeing me on screen so much that he invited me to his home in LA to star in his porn remake of Inception called In-sex-tion. I’m leaving tonight on the first flight out of town,” Cheri excitedly tells you, hugging Daphne as she gives the good news. Daphne just stares at you as the information sets in, her smile twisting into one of pure sadism as the full horror of what has happened hits you.
“You’re going to be gone…for a month!” You sputter. Would you even be alive for that long, would you survive that long with Daphne? Your mom wasn’t protecting you from the fat monster, but you still held out some shred of faith that your own mother wouldn’t allow you to be tortured and brutalized out in the open. You had held out that there was some small bit of doubt in her mind over Daphne’s treatment of you but hearing that she was leaving you for a month with your worst nightmare told you exactly how much she cared. The final nail in the coffin that was your faith in Cheri ended there. You were on your own.
“I need to start packing. Do I even have any clothes suited for LA? I need to call a cab to pick me up. Oh God, Daphne, this is really happening. I’m going to miss you so much,” Cheri discharged rapidly as she hugged her friend and then dashed out of the room, not even looking at you. That should have hurt, but you were so beyond damaged right now by her neglect that it barely registered.
Daphne strutted up towards you, a smug smirk on her bloated, red face as she looked down at the look of sorrow on your face. Seeing your tiny face twist into such looks of agony got her so aroused she just wanted to start riding your face until your skull was flattened. Now she could do exactly that. Cheri was going to be gone and nothing was stopping her from living out her most wild fantasies and molding you into her perfect little bitch to her perverted desires. Cheri really was a gullible little skank that could be led around to do anything thanks to the crush she had on her plus-sized friend. Honestly, sometimes she wished the single mother was shrinking too so she could see how far she could push her before she was begging her to stop. She’d probably have to literally swallow the stupid ho before she realized she was nothing more than disposable trash to her. Speaking of trash, you were looking particularly tasty as you silently took in the latest development in the living hell that was your existence. Daphne licked her puffy lips.
“Come here, lover,” Daphne told you. She had only used that name when your mom was around, but it was growing on her. It was like a private joke between you both. She was fucking you over in every way possible after all and she did love every second of it. Her little lover was all hers and nothing was going to stop her now.
Taking you by the shoulder, she brings you up towards her open mouth for a big, wet kiss. As her saliva splatters all over your face as she wraps her lips against your chin and forehead, you let it wash away the tears in your eyes. In the darkness of her mouth, her smelly breath wafting over you as she sucks your face off, you don’t know how you’ll survive this.
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One Month Later
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You wake up sputtering out some kind of fluid. You’re not sure where you are, how you got there or what you’re coughing up. Could be Daphne’s spit, sweat, cum, or some other revolting thing, it all just kind of blended together for you at this point. It takes you a moment to realize you are lying inside a huge bucket of fried chicken on Daphne’s living room floor. You’re not sure how you ended up there, you can’t remember if you were being sat on or eating out your mistress, but it was something that had the huge woman moaning and panting.
Standing up, you look around for Daphne, but find she isn’t there. That’s strange as for the last month she always kept you close, even when she was on the toilet, she had you stand there to listen to her shit spewing out into the water beneath her. The sudden loss of your keeper, your tormentor, puts you on edge and you start looking around more franticly. Without orders or instructions from the evil woman, you find yourself hopelessly lost. You tell yourself that the only reason you’re looking for her is that you don’t want to be punished, that your servitude is only to survive. You can’t admit that you need her, that you’ve come to accept being her toy even as your body and soul suffer so much.
Your hand instinctively reaches for your neck, touching the worn, leather collar around your neck and then the tiny steel tag hanging off it. Daphne had taken everything from you but last week she gave you this, a choker to represent your life as her pet, her property. Being given it and told to wear it should have been another blow to your ego, but at this point, you were all out of any semblance of self-worth. Instead, you were touched by the gift, accepting it with only a nod and finding comfort in it. Even though the tag read ‘Little Shit’, you still felt happy every time you touched your gift.
Slowly walking around the room, you stare at the giant furniture and garbage around you. You were a foot and a half tall, 18 inches tall, as big as a child’s doll but used by a sex-crazed woman child. You had shrunk a little but not by that much, you thought you’d be bug sized now but your still not that small. Not small enough to be swallowed yet. Daphne has tortured you in ways that defy the mind this last month, doing things to you that you were certain would kill you. Still alive, you often wondered how long that would last. At the moment at least, you learned to accept your role and live with it. Something you never thought possible.
“Mistress,” you murmur, not realize you're calling out to her until the words leave your mouth. You feel a burst of shame but ignore it and start walking around, moving around discarded clothing and junk as you search for the woman that owned you. Escape never crosses your mind, the certainty that no one will help you and your nothing, but a sex toy hammered into your head by your mistress. You only have her now, Daphne is the only one you can count on
The lock to the front door starts to open and you spin around. At one time you would have prayed for someone, anyone but Daphne to show up. Now, you’re ready to hide if it isn’t her. You belong to Daphne, that is the only constant in your life now.
“You’re going to be gone…for a month!” You sputter. Would you even be alive for that long, would you survive that long with Daphne? Your mom wasn’t protecting you from the fat monster, but you still held out some shred of faith that your own mother wouldn’t allow you to be tortured and brutalized out in the open. You had held out that there was some small bit of doubt in her mind over Daphne’s treatment of you but hearing that she was leaving you for a month with your worst nightmare told you exactly how much she cared. The final nail in the coffin that was your faith in Cheri ended there. You were on your own.
“I need to start packing. Do I even have any clothes suited for LA? I need to call a cab to pick me up. Oh God, Daphne, this is really happening. I’m going to miss you so much,” Cheri discharged rapidly as she hugged her friend and then dashed out of the room, not even looking at you. That should have hurt, but you were so beyond damaged right now by her neglect that it barely registered.
Daphne strutted up towards you, a smug smirk on her bloated, red face as she looked down at the look of sorrow on your face. Seeing your tiny face twist into such looks of agony got her so aroused she just wanted to start riding your face until your skull was flattened. Now she could do exactly that. Cheri was going to be gone and nothing was stopping her from living out her most wild fantasies and molding you into her perfect little bitch to her perverted desires. Cheri really was a gullible little skank that could be led around to do anything thanks to the crush she had on her plus-sized friend. Honestly, sometimes she wished the single mother was shrinking too so she could see how far she could push her before she was begging her to stop. She’d probably have to literally swallow the stupid ho before she realized she was nothing more than disposable trash to her. Speaking of trash, you were looking particularly tasty as you silently took in the latest development in the living hell that was your existence. Daphne licked her puffy lips.
“Come here, lover,” Daphne told you. She had only used that name when your mom was around, but it was growing on her. It was like a private joke between you both. She was fucking you over in every way possible after all and she did love every second of it. Her little lover was all hers and nothing was going to stop her now.
Taking you by the shoulder, she brings you up towards her open mouth for a big, wet kiss. As her saliva splatters all over your face as she wraps her lips against your chin and forehead, you let it wash away the tears in your eyes. In the darkness of her mouth, her smelly breath wafting over you as she sucks your face off, you don’t know how you’ll survive this.
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One Month Later
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You wake up sputtering out some kind of fluid. You’re not sure where you are, how you got there or what you’re coughing up. Could be Daphne’s spit, sweat, cum, or some other revolting thing, it all just kind of blended together for you at this point. It takes you a moment to realize you are lying inside a huge bucket of fried chicken on Daphne’s living room floor. You’re not sure how you ended up there, you can’t remember if you were being sat on or eating out your mistress, but it was something that had the huge woman moaning and panting.
Standing up, you look around for Daphne, but find she isn’t there. That’s strange as for the last month she always kept you close, even when she was on the toilet, she had you stand there to listen to her shit spewing out into the water beneath her. The sudden loss of your keeper, your tormentor, puts you on edge and you start looking around more franticly. Without orders or instructions from the evil woman, you find yourself hopelessly lost. You tell yourself that the only reason you’re looking for her is that you don’t want to be punished, that your servitude is only to survive. You can’t admit that you need her, that you’ve come to accept being her toy even as your body and soul suffer so much.
Your hand instinctively reaches for your neck, touching the worn, leather collar around your neck and then the tiny steel tag hanging off it. Daphne had taken everything from you but last week she gave you this, a choker to represent your life as her pet, her property. Being given it and told to wear it should have been another blow to your ego, but at this point, you were all out of any semblance of self-worth. Instead, you were touched by the gift, accepting it with only a nod and finding comfort in it. Even though the tag read ‘Little Shit’, you still felt happy every time you touched your gift.
Slowly walking around the room, you stare at the giant furniture and garbage around you. You were a foot and a half tall, 18 inches tall, as big as a child’s doll but used by a sex-crazed woman child. You had shrunk a little but not by that much, you thought you’d be bug sized now but your still not that small. Not small enough to be swallowed yet. Daphne has tortured you in ways that defy the mind this last month, doing things to you that you were certain would kill you. Still alive, you often wondered how long that would last. At the moment at least, you learned to accept your role and live with it. Something you never thought possible.
“Mistress,” you murmur, not realize you're calling out to her until the words leave your mouth. You feel a burst of shame but ignore it and start walking around, moving around discarded clothing and junk as you search for the woman that owned you. Escape never crosses your mind, the certainty that no one will help you and your nothing, but a sex toy hammered into your head by your mistress. You only have her now, Daphne is the only one you can count on
The lock to the front door starts to open and you spin around. At one time you would have prayed for someone, anyone but Daphne to show up. Now, you’re ready to hide if it isn’t her. You belong to Daphne, that is the only constant in your life now.
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