An Elemental Fury
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
bask25456
Chloe carefully hands Jill a glass of thick orange liquid, orange juice. Jills heart leaps and she downs it without hesitation. As the liquid pours down her throat and enters her stomach, Jill realizes once more just how lucky she is to be with Chloe, who so clearly loves her. She eagerly tries to leap straight onto her mistresss beautiful body, but Chloe, well-experienced in dealing with overly-enthusiastic Tinies after juice, expertly grabs her in mid-leap:
Sorry Jill, she says regretfully, setting her down firmly on the floor: No time for play right now. Jill pouts, but turns to walk over to join the rest of Chloes remaining pets. Shes stopped, however, by a loud, angry Male voice from above:
Chloe! Jill is by now used to hearing loud voices from above her, and not being too disturbed, but the tone of this voice sends a chill down her spine. She whirls around, to see Chloes twin brother Peter staring at her. Her heart stops: his expression is raw, bleeding, lost, and even so fresh from the Juice Jill cant help but feel a little something for him: he looks so wounded. Besides, hes a member of the family that owns her. Before she can say anything, however, his face clouds over. His eyes snap up to her mistress:
Chloe, WHAT THE FUCK! Its practically a scream. The other members of the family, who had all looked up at his initial, look shocked, exclaiming something or another. Peter ignores their disorganized remonstrations:
Chloe, what the fuck are you DOING? You promised to give Jill to me, remember? Mr. Richard finally manages to break in:
Peter, watch your language! He snaps, but his anger is a pale shadow of Peters fury. His face goes blank, he slowly turns his head and pins the rest of his family indiscriminately with a gaze that couldve frozen hell over in an instant. Marcy and Tom both step back involuntarily, Mrs. Alexandra is practically in tears, and Mr. Richard recoils:
Stay. Out. Of. This. The words fall from Peters lips like shards of ice. He returns his attention to Chloe. Alone out of the family, she appeared unperturbed. She had casually reached down and pinched Jill up off the floor, languidly rising and pressing her pet to her face. Jill gladly clings to her mistress, trembling: if the giant masters were afraid, than a helpless Tiny pet like she should be running for cover. Peter, about to deliver some fresh invective to Chloe, stumbles a bit when he sees Jill there, clinging to Chloes face and long red hair. Chloe seizes the initiative:
Yes Peter? Is there something wrong? She asks, slowly rubbing Jill as though comforting her. Jill, however, can feel her nails scrape painfully along her back, but shes too terrified to wriggle, as she usually would even with Chloe. Peter is having none of it:
Dont give me that. You know exactly whats wrong. You promised to give me Jill if I got my friends to help you with your god-dammed store, and if I helped you myself. Its time to pay-up. Chloe looks at him with a seemingly-bewildered expression:
Give you Jill? Why would I do that? Id never give up my favorite pet Cheerleader. I told you could have a cheerleader: take your pick. Take two if you like. She gestures grandly with her left hand. Jill, daring to look, sees a smattering of cheerleaders, among the remaining, un-juiced Tinies. Thats weird. Why arent they wearing theyre special clothes? They were all part of Jills squad, but as far as Jill knows none of them had been designated cheerleaders in their special-role by Chloe. Peter doesnt even bother to turn his head:
You knew exactly who I meant when we made the deal. Hand her over. His eyes are locked like laser beams on Chloes. Chloe loses her faux-puzzlement. Her mouth tightens, her face hardens. Jill doesnt like the change in her mistress one bit. She moves to pull away a bit, but Chloe clamps Jill forcefully to her neck and addresses Peter:
No. Jills mine, now and forever. Her voice is pure venom. Peter looks distressed for a moment, hearing those words and seeing Jill forced painfully to Chloes collar bone. Chloes eyes flash in triumph, but then Peter moves closer, hand reaching out to grasp Chloes arm tightly. Chloe trembles in pain and no little fear: Jill knows for a fact that the twins are exactly the same height, but at this moment Peter looms over them both like a dark thundercloud, the fury boiling behind his eyes like an elemental force. His hand tightens on Chloes arm till the knuckles are white and his other moves as if to take Jill by force. Jill instantly gives a squeak and goes limp, eyes wide in terror. Jill gives a sigh of relief as Peter pauses, doubt entering his countenance. She was certain that if Chloe had kept up her strange, unwise baiting, Peter really would have gotten violent. Over his shoulder, Jill sees Mr. Richard and Tom take an unobtrusive step back: they had both been slowly edging forwards. Peter looks at her, storm clouds still hovering in his eyes:
You, you. The tension seems to last a lifetime, but then the moment passes. He releases Chloe with a small shove, giving a disgusted grunt:
Stay away from me. He tells her shortly, then turns on his heel and stalks towards the door. Jill gives a great sigh of relief, releasing her unconsciously-held breath: beneath body, she can feel Chloes great heart racing and her body trembling. Unfortunately, however, somehow fear or panic manages to override Chloes common sense. She calls after Peters retreating back:
W-wait! Theres more work to be done She suddenly shuts up as Peter quivers to a stop, actually shaking with rage. After a moment, he turns his head, but thankfully nothing else:
Ill never do a thing for you again, Bitch. With that, he stomps out the door. A moment later, a door slams violently. A moment after that, the muffled sound of loud music reaches the room. Still no one moves, until at last Chloe gets up from her half-crouched position and stands straight, letting Jill up and dusting imaginary dust from her clothes, looking unconcerned. Tiny heads slowly start to reappear: Toms harem had been clustered around his ankles, clinging: Marcy had been behind him as well, head pressed into his back, dolls clinging to her arms. The rest of the Tinies reappear from behind furniture or inside the nearby Mall. After a moment, they hesitantly move to rejoin their respective masters.
The movement at their feet seems to unfreeze Chloes family. Tom and Marcy exchange a look, than gather up their Tinies and depart without a word. Marcys eyes are wide as she glances at Chloe from the hallway. Mr. Richard and Mrs. Alexandra exchange a grim look: apparently in agreement, they separate. Richard walks out the door. Mrs. Alexandra, after shooing her and her husbands Tinies out the door, comes over to Chloe, who looks at her with a trace of defiance. Chloes mom takes in both her daughter and the pet who was the cause of Jill shudders, trying to blank out the memory of Peters fury. After a moment, Mrs. Alexandra says quietly:
Chloe She reconsiders, shaking her head. She sighs: Some nasty things have passed between you and your brother before, but this business this business definitely takes the cake. Her face is lined with disappointment. Chloes own mouth is set in a stubborn line, but Jill is small enough to see the slight quiver in her lips. After a moment, Chloes mom leaves. Chloe releases a tiny, involuntary sigh, then turns to her Tinies, who are all staring up at her. She tries to smile reassuringly, setting Jill down and assuming her favored sitting-on-air position in order to juice the few remaining Tinies. Jill, looking up at Chloes rear and back, decides that this isnt a good time for her to be noticed. She quickly slips out the door while Chloe is distracted.
The hallway outside is empty, except for a large male figure at the far end from the stairs. Jill quickly walks in that direction, jumping like a frightened mouse (a pretty apt comparison, considering) at every sharp noise. As Jill comes closer, the music grows even louder. She sees Mr. Richard start pounding on Peters door. In response, the music starts to increase in volume, until Jill feels the floorboards beneath her trembling in time to the beat. Mr. Richard persists, however, and eventually the music falls nearly silent. Jill uses the opportunity to get off her knees and full-out sprint for the table across from the doorway. After a few seconds more pounding from his Dad, Peters door opens slowly, but only a crack:
Go away. Jill hears Peters tired voice. The door closes again. Mr. Richard raises his arm as if to resume his pounding, but apparently he thinks better of it. He turns and walks away, missing Jill hiding behind the table leg. She waits until hes well past, than moves cautiously towards the door. The music has resumed, if at a more reasonable level. Jill looks up at the featureless plane of wood. Jill wonders what shes doing there: she certainly cant make him do anything: shes just a pet. Still, maybe she could talk to him, get him to forgive Chloe. Shes honestly puzzled: why would anyone get so mad over her Tiny self: shes nothing special, just another one of Chloes pets. Chloes the amazing one, and Tom, and Marcy, and their Parents, and She grimaces. She was about to add Peter. Well, hes certainly amazing in one sense. she thinks to herself. She is very discouraged. She moves over and gives the door a half-hearted shove, planning to give up and go back to Chloe. To her surprise, it opens: Peter must not have shut it fully, and Jills big for a Tiny. Jill swallows: she has no choice now.
Jill squirms through the gap, and looks around. Theres Peter, leaning back in his reclining chair, fingers interlaced beneath his chin, listening to quite loud music. Jill covers her ears: apparently the houses soundproofing is a lot better than she thought. She doesnt recognize the tune, and takes an instant dislike to the harsh, screaming singers. She certainly hadnt danced to this when she had done her sessions with Peter. She loiters near the door, hoping that hell notice her and she wont have to get any closer. No such luck, of course: his eyes are fixed at some intermittent point far above and to the right of Jill. She swallows and bravely steps out across the room. Arriving near his feet, she calls:
Master Peter? Her voice trembles and is quite weak, instantly swallowed up by the pounding music. She sets herself and tries again:
MASTER PETER! He gives a start, feet jerking. Jill throws herself backwards to avoid him. He looks down and spots her. He freezes, than slowly reaches out and kills the music. Jills ears ring in the sudden silence: Peter just looks at her, eyes unreadable but full of pain. He says nothing, letting the silence stretch. Jill finally is more unnerved by the ringing silence than by the dark figure in front of her. She clears her throat:
Uh, Master Peter. She swallows. Her voice seems small and puny in the enormous space. She bravely keeps going, however: Im not sure why youre so angry, but could you please forgive Chloe? Im sure she didnt mean to do anything wrong, and she might let me do some more sessions with you if you ask nicely. Her voice trails off. His eyes had flashed at the word forgive, and he slowly rises to his immense, terrifying height. He takes a step forward, and Jill starts scrambling backward on her butt. She freezes, however, when he lifts his foot and moves it directly towards her!
For one heart pounding moment, as his foot moves towards her, Jill fears he might squash her into paste. Instead, however, he sets it next to her and rolls her over onto her stomach. Jill doesnt make a sound, despite the strong odor and rough treatment. She feels him scrunch up the material of her top into his toes: he then lifts her up and carefully moves towards the door. Jill just closes her eyes as the carpet rushes past beneath her, almost brushing her skin. When he reaches the hall, Jill opens them again. She fears that hes going to simply toss her into the hall, which would have bone-shattering results if she lands wrong. Instead, however, he sets her gently down on the halls floorboards. She rolls over quickly and starts scrambling away. She neednt have bothered: all shes confronted with is the sight of the door closing, firmly this time. She waits for the click and the sound of Peter moving slowly back to his desk before she dares to stand up. Shes trembling as she brushes the very real dust off her clothes. Suddenly, she feels another large presence behind her. She spins as a large, hairy hand comes down and snatches her off the floor!
Whats this? Asks Tom redundantly, staring at the Tiny, scantily clad cheerleader in his hand, looking at him with wide eyes and a guilty expression. From the cage under his arm, his harem crowds past the gauzy curtains to stare up at his find, whispering. He gives her a once over, with her remaining meekly still until hes finished. Hes unusually quiet, somber, and hands off: when his thumb comes up automatically to fondle Jills breasts, he hesitates, than puts it down again:
A noble effort, little pet, but wasted on Peter. He shakes his head, Your mistress really did it this time. He says, almost to himself. He returns his haze to Jill, measuring her: Jill feels sweat on the back of her neck. I kind of see why they both want you so bad. But, I kind of dont as well. Jill says nothing: what can she, a pet, say to a master like Tom under these circumstances. Tom walks down the hall, setting Jill down as he passes Chloes door. Jill walks in, seeing Chloe finished with the juice and now redressing all her Tinies. Jill quietly slips into the crowd, hoping not to be notices. She fails, obviously. When Chloe grabs her to redress her in nondescript clothing, she does so quite suddenly: the stripping process is rough and lacks all the usual joy Jill feels when being undressed by Chloe, and shes practically stuffed into her new clothes before being set into the usual carry bowl. The others dont say anything, but she feels the Tinies below her wriggle away a bit, moving so that she slips down to the bottom of the bowl.
Chloe carries the bowl downstairs, past Marcys room where the sounds of Doll-lecturing (a favorite pastime of hers) are broken up by the occasional, involuntary sobs. Jill is set down on the table in the living room last, at the rear of the group of Tinies. She can hear some squeals coming from the bathroom, Toms harem playing one of their games, but it sounds overly-high pitched and forced. Looking into the kitchen, she sees Chloes mom cutting bread for packed lunches very, very slowly, pausing often to look up at the ceiling above her head, from which the faint sounds of music can still be heard.
Chloe talks for her pets at some length about the coming operation and what she expects, seemingly recovered and back to her usual, playful self, but Jill doesnt really pay attention. Even the sound of her Mistresss beautiful voice can drive the memory of Peters fury from her mind. At length, Chloe starts to put her Pets into the bowl, now lined with foam: Jill is once more at the bottom. Chloe stands and heads out the door, Mistress and Pets heading out to...
Sorry Jill, she says regretfully, setting her down firmly on the floor: No time for play right now. Jill pouts, but turns to walk over to join the rest of Chloes remaining pets. Shes stopped, however, by a loud, angry Male voice from above:
Chloe! Jill is by now used to hearing loud voices from above her, and not being too disturbed, but the tone of this voice sends a chill down her spine. She whirls around, to see Chloes twin brother Peter staring at her. Her heart stops: his expression is raw, bleeding, lost, and even so fresh from the Juice Jill cant help but feel a little something for him: he looks so wounded. Besides, hes a member of the family that owns her. Before she can say anything, however, his face clouds over. His eyes snap up to her mistress:
Chloe, WHAT THE FUCK! Its practically a scream. The other members of the family, who had all looked up at his initial, look shocked, exclaiming something or another. Peter ignores their disorganized remonstrations:
Chloe, what the fuck are you DOING? You promised to give Jill to me, remember? Mr. Richard finally manages to break in:
Peter, watch your language! He snaps, but his anger is a pale shadow of Peters fury. His face goes blank, he slowly turns his head and pins the rest of his family indiscriminately with a gaze that couldve frozen hell over in an instant. Marcy and Tom both step back involuntarily, Mrs. Alexandra is practically in tears, and Mr. Richard recoils:
Stay. Out. Of. This. The words fall from Peters lips like shards of ice. He returns his attention to Chloe. Alone out of the family, she appeared unperturbed. She had casually reached down and pinched Jill up off the floor, languidly rising and pressing her pet to her face. Jill gladly clings to her mistress, trembling: if the giant masters were afraid, than a helpless Tiny pet like she should be running for cover. Peter, about to deliver some fresh invective to Chloe, stumbles a bit when he sees Jill there, clinging to Chloes face and long red hair. Chloe seizes the initiative:
Yes Peter? Is there something wrong? She asks, slowly rubbing Jill as though comforting her. Jill, however, can feel her nails scrape painfully along her back, but shes too terrified to wriggle, as she usually would even with Chloe. Peter is having none of it:
Dont give me that. You know exactly whats wrong. You promised to give me Jill if I got my friends to help you with your god-dammed store, and if I helped you myself. Its time to pay-up. Chloe looks at him with a seemingly-bewildered expression:
Give you Jill? Why would I do that? Id never give up my favorite pet Cheerleader. I told you could have a cheerleader: take your pick. Take two if you like. She gestures grandly with her left hand. Jill, daring to look, sees a smattering of cheerleaders, among the remaining, un-juiced Tinies. Thats weird. Why arent they wearing theyre special clothes? They were all part of Jills squad, but as far as Jill knows none of them had been designated cheerleaders in their special-role by Chloe. Peter doesnt even bother to turn his head:
You knew exactly who I meant when we made the deal. Hand her over. His eyes are locked like laser beams on Chloes. Chloe loses her faux-puzzlement. Her mouth tightens, her face hardens. Jill doesnt like the change in her mistress one bit. She moves to pull away a bit, but Chloe clamps Jill forcefully to her neck and addresses Peter:
No. Jills mine, now and forever. Her voice is pure venom. Peter looks distressed for a moment, hearing those words and seeing Jill forced painfully to Chloes collar bone. Chloes eyes flash in triumph, but then Peter moves closer, hand reaching out to grasp Chloes arm tightly. Chloe trembles in pain and no little fear: Jill knows for a fact that the twins are exactly the same height, but at this moment Peter looms over them both like a dark thundercloud, the fury boiling behind his eyes like an elemental force. His hand tightens on Chloes arm till the knuckles are white and his other moves as if to take Jill by force. Jill instantly gives a squeak and goes limp, eyes wide in terror. Jill gives a sigh of relief as Peter pauses, doubt entering his countenance. She was certain that if Chloe had kept up her strange, unwise baiting, Peter really would have gotten violent. Over his shoulder, Jill sees Mr. Richard and Tom take an unobtrusive step back: they had both been slowly edging forwards. Peter looks at her, storm clouds still hovering in his eyes:
You, you. The tension seems to last a lifetime, but then the moment passes. He releases Chloe with a small shove, giving a disgusted grunt:
Stay away from me. He tells her shortly, then turns on his heel and stalks towards the door. Jill gives a great sigh of relief, releasing her unconsciously-held breath: beneath body, she can feel Chloes great heart racing and her body trembling. Unfortunately, however, somehow fear or panic manages to override Chloes common sense. She calls after Peters retreating back:
W-wait! Theres more work to be done She suddenly shuts up as Peter quivers to a stop, actually shaking with rage. After a moment, he turns his head, but thankfully nothing else:
Ill never do a thing for you again, Bitch. With that, he stomps out the door. A moment later, a door slams violently. A moment after that, the muffled sound of loud music reaches the room. Still no one moves, until at last Chloe gets up from her half-crouched position and stands straight, letting Jill up and dusting imaginary dust from her clothes, looking unconcerned. Tiny heads slowly start to reappear: Toms harem had been clustered around his ankles, clinging: Marcy had been behind him as well, head pressed into his back, dolls clinging to her arms. The rest of the Tinies reappear from behind furniture or inside the nearby Mall. After a moment, they hesitantly move to rejoin their respective masters.
The movement at their feet seems to unfreeze Chloes family. Tom and Marcy exchange a look, than gather up their Tinies and depart without a word. Marcys eyes are wide as she glances at Chloe from the hallway. Mr. Richard and Mrs. Alexandra exchange a grim look: apparently in agreement, they separate. Richard walks out the door. Mrs. Alexandra, after shooing her and her husbands Tinies out the door, comes over to Chloe, who looks at her with a trace of defiance. Chloes mom takes in both her daughter and the pet who was the cause of Jill shudders, trying to blank out the memory of Peters fury. After a moment, Mrs. Alexandra says quietly:
Chloe She reconsiders, shaking her head. She sighs: Some nasty things have passed between you and your brother before, but this business this business definitely takes the cake. Her face is lined with disappointment. Chloes own mouth is set in a stubborn line, but Jill is small enough to see the slight quiver in her lips. After a moment, Chloes mom leaves. Chloe releases a tiny, involuntary sigh, then turns to her Tinies, who are all staring up at her. She tries to smile reassuringly, setting Jill down and assuming her favored sitting-on-air position in order to juice the few remaining Tinies. Jill, looking up at Chloes rear and back, decides that this isnt a good time for her to be noticed. She quickly slips out the door while Chloe is distracted.
The hallway outside is empty, except for a large male figure at the far end from the stairs. Jill quickly walks in that direction, jumping like a frightened mouse (a pretty apt comparison, considering) at every sharp noise. As Jill comes closer, the music grows even louder. She sees Mr. Richard start pounding on Peters door. In response, the music starts to increase in volume, until Jill feels the floorboards beneath her trembling in time to the beat. Mr. Richard persists, however, and eventually the music falls nearly silent. Jill uses the opportunity to get off her knees and full-out sprint for the table across from the doorway. After a few seconds more pounding from his Dad, Peters door opens slowly, but only a crack:
Go away. Jill hears Peters tired voice. The door closes again. Mr. Richard raises his arm as if to resume his pounding, but apparently he thinks better of it. He turns and walks away, missing Jill hiding behind the table leg. She waits until hes well past, than moves cautiously towards the door. The music has resumed, if at a more reasonable level. Jill looks up at the featureless plane of wood. Jill wonders what shes doing there: she certainly cant make him do anything: shes just a pet. Still, maybe she could talk to him, get him to forgive Chloe. Shes honestly puzzled: why would anyone get so mad over her Tiny self: shes nothing special, just another one of Chloes pets. Chloes the amazing one, and Tom, and Marcy, and their Parents, and She grimaces. She was about to add Peter. Well, hes certainly amazing in one sense. she thinks to herself. She is very discouraged. She moves over and gives the door a half-hearted shove, planning to give up and go back to Chloe. To her surprise, it opens: Peter must not have shut it fully, and Jills big for a Tiny. Jill swallows: she has no choice now.
Jill squirms through the gap, and looks around. Theres Peter, leaning back in his reclining chair, fingers interlaced beneath his chin, listening to quite loud music. Jill covers her ears: apparently the houses soundproofing is a lot better than she thought. She doesnt recognize the tune, and takes an instant dislike to the harsh, screaming singers. She certainly hadnt danced to this when she had done her sessions with Peter. She loiters near the door, hoping that hell notice her and she wont have to get any closer. No such luck, of course: his eyes are fixed at some intermittent point far above and to the right of Jill. She swallows and bravely steps out across the room. Arriving near his feet, she calls:
Master Peter? Her voice trembles and is quite weak, instantly swallowed up by the pounding music. She sets herself and tries again:
MASTER PETER! He gives a start, feet jerking. Jill throws herself backwards to avoid him. He looks down and spots her. He freezes, than slowly reaches out and kills the music. Jills ears ring in the sudden silence: Peter just looks at her, eyes unreadable but full of pain. He says nothing, letting the silence stretch. Jill finally is more unnerved by the ringing silence than by the dark figure in front of her. She clears her throat:
Uh, Master Peter. She swallows. Her voice seems small and puny in the enormous space. She bravely keeps going, however: Im not sure why youre so angry, but could you please forgive Chloe? Im sure she didnt mean to do anything wrong, and she might let me do some more sessions with you if you ask nicely. Her voice trails off. His eyes had flashed at the word forgive, and he slowly rises to his immense, terrifying height. He takes a step forward, and Jill starts scrambling backward on her butt. She freezes, however, when he lifts his foot and moves it directly towards her!
For one heart pounding moment, as his foot moves towards her, Jill fears he might squash her into paste. Instead, however, he sets it next to her and rolls her over onto her stomach. Jill doesnt make a sound, despite the strong odor and rough treatment. She feels him scrunch up the material of her top into his toes: he then lifts her up and carefully moves towards the door. Jill just closes her eyes as the carpet rushes past beneath her, almost brushing her skin. When he reaches the hall, Jill opens them again. She fears that hes going to simply toss her into the hall, which would have bone-shattering results if she lands wrong. Instead, however, he sets her gently down on the halls floorboards. She rolls over quickly and starts scrambling away. She neednt have bothered: all shes confronted with is the sight of the door closing, firmly this time. She waits for the click and the sound of Peter moving slowly back to his desk before she dares to stand up. Shes trembling as she brushes the very real dust off her clothes. Suddenly, she feels another large presence behind her. She spins as a large, hairy hand comes down and snatches her off the floor!
Whats this? Asks Tom redundantly, staring at the Tiny, scantily clad cheerleader in his hand, looking at him with wide eyes and a guilty expression. From the cage under his arm, his harem crowds past the gauzy curtains to stare up at his find, whispering. He gives her a once over, with her remaining meekly still until hes finished. Hes unusually quiet, somber, and hands off: when his thumb comes up automatically to fondle Jills breasts, he hesitates, than puts it down again:
A noble effort, little pet, but wasted on Peter. He shakes his head, Your mistress really did it this time. He says, almost to himself. He returns his haze to Jill, measuring her: Jill feels sweat on the back of her neck. I kind of see why they both want you so bad. But, I kind of dont as well. Jill says nothing: what can she, a pet, say to a master like Tom under these circumstances. Tom walks down the hall, setting Jill down as he passes Chloes door. Jill walks in, seeing Chloe finished with the juice and now redressing all her Tinies. Jill quietly slips into the crowd, hoping not to be notices. She fails, obviously. When Chloe grabs her to redress her in nondescript clothing, she does so quite suddenly: the stripping process is rough and lacks all the usual joy Jill feels when being undressed by Chloe, and shes practically stuffed into her new clothes before being set into the usual carry bowl. The others dont say anything, but she feels the Tinies below her wriggle away a bit, moving so that she slips down to the bottom of the bowl.
Chloe carries the bowl downstairs, past Marcys room where the sounds of Doll-lecturing (a favorite pastime of hers) are broken up by the occasional, involuntary sobs. Jill is set down on the table in the living room last, at the rear of the group of Tinies. She can hear some squeals coming from the bathroom, Toms harem playing one of their games, but it sounds overly-high pitched and forced. Looking into the kitchen, she sees Chloes mom cutting bread for packed lunches very, very slowly, pausing often to look up at the ceiling above her head, from which the faint sounds of music can still be heard.
Chloe talks for her pets at some length about the coming operation and what she expects, seemingly recovered and back to her usual, playful self, but Jill doesnt really pay attention. Even the sound of her Mistresss beautiful voice can drive the memory of Peters fury from her mind. At length, Chloe starts to put her Pets into the bowl, now lined with foam: Jill is once more at the bottom. Chloe stands and heads out the door, Mistress and Pets heading out to...
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