Life's Cruel Verity? - Jackie's Place: Part 2
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 35
by
copier
· original author:
dr.manhattan
As the five-inch tall literature teacher struggled vainly against gaunt, gripping digits garbed in cold sable, Jackie winced as she swiftly turned away. Chad's warm smile once again captivated her, insisting that she come along with the blond boy. She drifted into another step in his direction when the caged man's rising cries of protest shot her back into reality, wiping the dreamy undertones from her expression.
"It's alright", sympathy dominated Chad's tone, "We don't have to be around for this".
A torrent of rage flowed through the tiny brunet. Pivoting on her heel, Jackie faced the troubling scene before her. Buffy had the syringe raised, it's tip pointing aimlessly into the air, revealing that she had yet to pinpoint a proper extraction point on the squirming subject. The concentrated, yet frustrated look on the large girl's visage gave Jackie confidence in the decision she was about to make.
"Open the cage", Jackie ordered without emotion.
Buffy carefully set the tiny man back onto the Plexiglas floor, leaving the syringe in her other gloved hand.
"Jackie", Buffy responded sadly, "You know we can't let him go".
"I know", Jackie agreed, then briefly paused before repeating, "Open the cage".
Buffy looked the obvious question at her little friend.
"I'll hold him down", Jackie answered the unspoken query, "Those over sized fingers of yours are way too clumsy to trust with this job".
Buffy's lips parted with the intent of giving protest, but the determined look upon Jackie's countenance frightened the complaints back to the recesses of the blond girl's throat. Without a word, she pulled her hands from the gloves and unlatched the hinges at the bottom of the cage. Unlike the three foot by three foot cages Jackie had seen before, it was the nearest wall that popped open, the bottom shifting upward as the top remained attached to the cell.
Almost immediately upon the opening of the cage, the teeny man made a mad dash for freedom. Jackie was prepared for such a move, however. Stepping into the fleeing man's path, she bent over nearly ninety-degrees as she placed her shoulder into his puny chest. The air quickly escaped from his lungs. Jackie wrapped her arms around the deflated teacher, pinning his arms in her grasp and planting his legs next to her left side, as she stood to her full height.
As the subject wriggled violently in attempt to break her bear hug on him, Jackie was surprised at just how easy it was to contain his efforts. As a test, she tightened her grip on him, just a slight bit. The man yelped in pain, causing Jackie to loosen her hold a bit. This being the first time she had ever held someone smaller than her unwillingly, she was left in awe by the consequences such minute actions had on her prisoner. It was probably that sense of awe that kept her from noticing what came next.
Suddenly, a gentle force struck Jackie's denim-covered shins. As she fell forward, Jackie relinquished her grip, using her extended arms to soften the impact of her fall. Her fingers and palms conformed into the warm expanse with which they collided. As the ground began to rise, and leg-sized appendages curled slightly in protective embrace from behind, she knew where she was. Positioning herself better upon the feminine hand, placing her right knee on top of the tiny man's stomach and chest, her left leg was left to dangle off its side, its thigh occasionally brushing against a burly thumb. She looked directly across at Buffy, a shocked expression on her face.
"Sorry", Buffy apologized sincerely, "It's just that this is so much easier than trying to extract the sample from the desk".
"Jackie...", Chad failed to utter any further words.
For her part, Jackie was too distracted by the desperate movements coming from beneath her bent leg to pay her friends any mind. She grabbed each of the poor man's wrists, moving his arms experimentally in random motions. The man shouted in disapproval. Jackie looked down at the angry man's face, his helpless glare bringing the corners of her thin red lips to curl upward sinisterly. Then, his shouts turned to whimpers, and his struggling ceased. His arms went limp, and his legs stopped flailing. His eyes looked grimly passive. Jackie's blood ran cold.
Buffy broke in, "Hold up his right arm Jackie".
Obediently, Jackie did as instructed. The needle came in quick, yet careful, inserting itself partially into the teacher's abdomen. He emitted the tiniest of moans, inaudible to the two giants but chilling to the diminutive teen on top of him. His face etched into a submissively painful form. Jackie shifted her gaze, watching the syringe fill with a thick red substance.
Once the container was filled to one-tenth its capacity, the needle removed itself from the man's side. The palm holding the two tinies lowered itself back to the desk surface. Jackie's left foot hit the ground first, and she rolled her other side onto the solid land. Like a child, she placed her hands in the man's armpits and lifted him cautiously off of Buffy's palm and over her head. As soon as she set him down, he sprinted back into the cage, huddling into the corner furthest from Jackie. She felt dirty.
"Whew", Buffy sighed, "I'm glad that's done. Great job, Jackie".
"Yeah, you really took charge of the situation", Chad added, "Just like a leader should".
Jackie looked up at her partners, seeing pleased expressions on both of their gigantic faces. She then looked back at the shivering man, his face buried between his knees and crossed arms.
"Yeah...", Jackie trailed off.
"It's alright", sympathy dominated Chad's tone, "We don't have to be around for this".
A torrent of rage flowed through the tiny brunet. Pivoting on her heel, Jackie faced the troubling scene before her. Buffy had the syringe raised, it's tip pointing aimlessly into the air, revealing that she had yet to pinpoint a proper extraction point on the squirming subject. The concentrated, yet frustrated look on the large girl's visage gave Jackie confidence in the decision she was about to make.
"Open the cage", Jackie ordered without emotion.
Buffy carefully set the tiny man back onto the Plexiglas floor, leaving the syringe in her other gloved hand.
"Jackie", Buffy responded sadly, "You know we can't let him go".
"I know", Jackie agreed, then briefly paused before repeating, "Open the cage".
Buffy looked the obvious question at her little friend.
"I'll hold him down", Jackie answered the unspoken query, "Those over sized fingers of yours are way too clumsy to trust with this job".
Buffy's lips parted with the intent of giving protest, but the determined look upon Jackie's countenance frightened the complaints back to the recesses of the blond girl's throat. Without a word, she pulled her hands from the gloves and unlatched the hinges at the bottom of the cage. Unlike the three foot by three foot cages Jackie had seen before, it was the nearest wall that popped open, the bottom shifting upward as the top remained attached to the cell.
Almost immediately upon the opening of the cage, the teeny man made a mad dash for freedom. Jackie was prepared for such a move, however. Stepping into the fleeing man's path, she bent over nearly ninety-degrees as she placed her shoulder into his puny chest. The air quickly escaped from his lungs. Jackie wrapped her arms around the deflated teacher, pinning his arms in her grasp and planting his legs next to her left side, as she stood to her full height.
As the subject wriggled violently in attempt to break her bear hug on him, Jackie was surprised at just how easy it was to contain his efforts. As a test, she tightened her grip on him, just a slight bit. The man yelped in pain, causing Jackie to loosen her hold a bit. This being the first time she had ever held someone smaller than her unwillingly, she was left in awe by the consequences such minute actions had on her prisoner. It was probably that sense of awe that kept her from noticing what came next.
Suddenly, a gentle force struck Jackie's denim-covered shins. As she fell forward, Jackie relinquished her grip, using her extended arms to soften the impact of her fall. Her fingers and palms conformed into the warm expanse with which they collided. As the ground began to rise, and leg-sized appendages curled slightly in protective embrace from behind, she knew where she was. Positioning herself better upon the feminine hand, placing her right knee on top of the tiny man's stomach and chest, her left leg was left to dangle off its side, its thigh occasionally brushing against a burly thumb. She looked directly across at Buffy, a shocked expression on her face.
"Sorry", Buffy apologized sincerely, "It's just that this is so much easier than trying to extract the sample from the desk".
"Jackie...", Chad failed to utter any further words.
For her part, Jackie was too distracted by the desperate movements coming from beneath her bent leg to pay her friends any mind. She grabbed each of the poor man's wrists, moving his arms experimentally in random motions. The man shouted in disapproval. Jackie looked down at the angry man's face, his helpless glare bringing the corners of her thin red lips to curl upward sinisterly. Then, his shouts turned to whimpers, and his struggling ceased. His arms went limp, and his legs stopped flailing. His eyes looked grimly passive. Jackie's blood ran cold.
Buffy broke in, "Hold up his right arm Jackie".
Obediently, Jackie did as instructed. The needle came in quick, yet careful, inserting itself partially into the teacher's abdomen. He emitted the tiniest of moans, inaudible to the two giants but chilling to the diminutive teen on top of him. His face etched into a submissively painful form. Jackie shifted her gaze, watching the syringe fill with a thick red substance.
Once the container was filled to one-tenth its capacity, the needle removed itself from the man's side. The palm holding the two tinies lowered itself back to the desk surface. Jackie's left foot hit the ground first, and she rolled her other side onto the solid land. Like a child, she placed her hands in the man's armpits and lifted him cautiously off of Buffy's palm and over her head. As soon as she set him down, he sprinted back into the cage, huddling into the corner furthest from Jackie. She felt dirty.
"Whew", Buffy sighed, "I'm glad that's done. Great job, Jackie".
"Yeah, you really took charge of the situation", Chad added, "Just like a leader should".
Jackie looked up at her partners, seeing pleased expressions on both of their gigantic faces. She then looked back at the shivering man, his face buried between his knees and crossed arms.
"Yeah...", Jackie trailed off.
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