Instantly the little redhead shut her mouth and dashed under the refrigerator, disappearing from sight. Abby shot desperate glances to and fro as she tried to figure out a place she could hide, but if Logan figured out she was up here, there was nowhere that would be safe from him. Cursing Brooke under her breath, she ran across the counter and dove into the corn flakes box, wriggling in amongst the dry cereal in the hopes that he wouldn't think to look there. Once completely covered, she tried to freeze, hoping her rapid breathing wouldn't give her presence away.
The tromping of Logan's immense form came from the hallway, followed by the thunderous sound of a door slamming. "Hello, girls!" he called out in that annoyingly condescending voice. "Anyone want to come out and play?"
He moved quickly, checking the hallways and living room before finally entering the kitchen. "Oh, been busy, I see," he said with a chuckle. "Got into the cereal again, huh? Hmm...what's this? The cords are down? Did you two have an argument?"
He laughed at the thought, bending down to the floor and gazing under the refrigerator. "Yeah, I thought I'd find one of you under there," he said after a moment's searching. "Why not come out, Brooke? I see you back there. Why are you always resisting me?"
"Like you don't know," she yelled in a tiny voice that seemed to echo out from under the gigantic appliance. "Besides, you don't need me tonight. You can have Abby if you want. She's still up on the counter!"
"Oh, really?" he replied with an evil chuckle. "Remind me to thank you later for the present, then."
"I'll do that!" came the small voice from the dusty floor.
Brooke's tiny, piping laugh followed Logan as he stood, casting his eyes about the counter for some sign of little Abigail. He checked under the dish drain and inside and underneath the toaster, but didn't see her. He saw no threads to indicate she made her way up into the cabinets, either. A quick check of the sink showed the drains were empty, and besides, she had to know from experience not to go down there. The last time, he almost drowned her in his efforts to get her out.
Well, he thought with a grin, there was only one other possibility, wasn't there? He leaned over and looked inside the box of cereal, but didn't see her. As he watched, though, one of the flakes slipped and slid a little bit, and he nodded in satisfaction, smiling at the possibilities this afforded.
Quickly, he lifted the box into an upright position, allowing the flakes inside to settle to the bottom. Logan thought he heard a tiny squeak from within as well, but couldn't be sure. Glancing back to make sure Brooke wasn't taking the opportunity to make a break for it before he was sure he had his prize for the night, he gathered a bowl out of the cabinet and found himself a large spoon, placing these on the nearby kitchen table. He then fetched some milk from the fridge, collected the box of flakes, and sat down to enjoy himself.
Turning the box on its end, he started shaking out the flakes into his bowl. A little scream emanated from inside the container, making him laugh heartily, and an instant later the tiny form of Abigail tumbled out to land amidst a cluster of stiff brown slivers. He stared down at her, smiling as he thought of how she looked like she just landed in a big pile of miniature leaves.
She started to get to her feet, but he poked her back in amongst the cereal with his spoon. "Nice to see you again, Abby," he snickered. "Nice of you to join me for a snack, too. You know, you look good enough to eat!" With that, he poured the milk down over her, causing her to cover her head as the white liquid splashed all about. In a moment she was sitting waist deep in a bowl full of milk and gradually moistening corn flakes.
"You bastard!" she yelled up at him, wiping blobs of the thick gooey stuff from her face. Crispy brown cereal chunks clung to her as she tried to stand up. "Why do you always have to torture me like this? Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Why would I want to do that?" he asked, stirring the bowl with his tremendous spoon. He scooped up a helping of flakes from nearby and put them in his mouth, slurping loudly and purposefully. "That's no fun! I take care of you, you know. All I ask is a little attention now and then, and besides, you know you really like it. Why do you always fight me?" She tried to climb out of the bowl, still covered with milk and sticky flakes, but he shoved her back in with a splash, taking another bite of cereal as he grinned down at her. "Mmm, this sure is good," he went on. "I guess you're the fruit on my cereal, Abby. Let's see if you're as sweet-tasting as you look!"
With that he pushed the wide spoon underneath her and lifted her into the air. She screamed as his giant mouth approached, filling the sky. She flailed about as if there were somewhere to escape, but the only way to go was down.
Logan opened wide and wrapped his massive lips around her struggling form, sucking off the clingy flakes easily. Her head and arms dangled outside his mouth, affording her a wonderful view of his horrendous nostrils and disgusting nose hairs. Big black whiskers were already poking through his skin, the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow. She pushed weakly and ineffectually against his solid front teeth, but with the merest twitch of his facial muscles, he held her fast in place.
After a moment of trying to maneuver her struggling little body into just the right location within his mouth, Logan put the spoon down and reached up to grasp her shoulders and hold her steady. Her legs kicked at his tongue as he rapidly licked the milk from her slick little body. "Please don't!" she screamed, punching his front lip, but he barely felt it. "Stop, goddammit! Don't do this! Please!"
Logan had no intention of stopping, though. He turned her over and began to caress her voluptuous breasts with his tongue, moving the tip around until he worked off the doll-sized bikini top. He could now feel the rock-hard tiny points of her nipples as they slid back and forth across his taste buds. It seemed ironic that she tasted like milk right now, he thought, stifling a chuckle as she wailed and cried in his grip, pounding ineffectually on his face with her tiny fists.
She was lying flat against his tongue now, and he could feel the rest of her slim and tender body as she struggled and fought for freedom. He drew her slightly out of his mouth so that her breasts dangled over the edge of his lower lip, a truly wonderful sensation. Only took two short slurps were needed to draw the bikini bottom off of her curvaceous hips, and he pushed the now-useless wad of cloth into the pocket behind his front teeth, where it joined the other half of the swimsuit in a growing pool of saliva.
She continued to scream and battle with him as he moved the tip of his tongue around her juicy thighs and up amidst the incredibly fine hairs between her legs. The taste of milk began to mingle with a more feminine flavor now as he teased her tiny flower. She screamed and fought all the more, and just for good measure, he brought his fingertip up and began to move it across her dangling breasts, touching them just enough to feel how taut and firm they were. She cried out again, but not so much in protest now, he noted with some satisfaction. She was almost ready.
Logan continued to work his tongue around her for several minutes, enjoying the feel of her slick, smooth skin, especially the lithe muscles of her thighs and the curvy roundness of her derriere. The soft pubic hairs were like a little tiny strip of sweet-tasting felt, and the miniature gap within was a piece of rippling candy, expanding and contracting under his touch. He teased and played with his little toy, even as she squealed and writhed between his lips, her little breasts bouncing back and forth like twin miniature balloons along his fingertip.
Finally, he started to swish her around in his mouth, alternately sucking and probing with his tongue, and Abby's struggles gradually ceased. Eventually, perhaps unconsciously, she spread her legs wide to accommodate him, gasping and moaning as she slid back and forth within his slippery orifice. He worked on her for a bit longer, enjoying the feel of her moist little body as it lay transfixed on the floor of his mouth, almost grinning at the way she had at last given in. She seemed to shudder and convulse, and then all at once her cries rose in pitch. She squealed and arched inside his mouth as his tongue at last penetrated as far as it could go inside her little body. The taste of her at that moment was exquisite, a salty delight mingling with feminine juices and the ever-so-slight sweetness of milk.
She sagged and stopped moving between his teeth. Logan slurped the sweaty sheen off her body, then licked the rest of her from head to toe, so that she lay in his palm coated in a thin layer of sticky saliva. "How was that, my dear?" he asked her with a laugh. "You always complain, you know, but you never fail to enjoy it at the end."
"I hate you," she whimpered at him, still gasping for breath after the intense sexual experience. "I hate everything about you! I wish you'd die!"
"Now, now, you know you don't really want that," chided Logan gently. He spat the little doll bikini out onto the table and looked down at her weeping form in his hand. "If I died, what would happen to my two little pets? You should be grateful I keep and protect you, Abby. Now come on, it's time for your bath. You don't want to spend the rest of the night all sticky, do you?"
She shook her head weakly, sniffling and trying to cover herself up in his hand. God, she hated him! She despised everything about him. She loathed how he treated her like a toy, having his way with her any time he caught her, both like this and all the other ways she knew all too well. But most of all, she hated herself, because he was right about what he said. She depended on him, as Brooke did, for everything--food, water, shelter, and protection from the rest of a world now too gigantic to accommodate her.
She hated one other thing, too, and that was how she always surrendered to her body's desires at the last. Why couldn't she be stronger than that? Why did it have to feel so unbelievably good? All she could think of was how she was glad Brooke was hiding, and hadn't seen her resistance come crashing down. After so many months as a prisoner here, she could handle most anything, but the one thing she didn't want was to show any weakness in front of Brooke.
The chuckling Logan moved over and started filling up the sink with warm, soapy water, signaling the next step in what was sure to be a long night. Abby sighed, muttered a little curse, and remembered then that it was Brooke's fault she was in this situation. She decided that she would get even somehow. Oh, yes, she owed the little slut one for this, didn't she? Sooner or later, she'd have her revenge.
Logan dunked Abigail's struggling body into the water and began to scrub her with a gigantic sponge, and she tried to put this rude treatment out of her mind. Brooke was going to pay for this, she thought. Oh, yes, she would pay, and pay dearly.
Someday, Abby knew, this little contest was going to end, one way or another. When it did, she would be the victor. She'd make sure of that!
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