REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED SMALL
By Minimizer
Chapter 11
Tania's fists hurt from beating on the walls so much, but she couldn't help it. She was pissed! How dare they imprison her like this! And what were they going to do, anyway? Andrew had said this was a miniaturizer--but he couldn't make her any smaller, could he? That just wasn't possible! She remembered John explaining that they'd tried, but it wouldn't stick. Anything made smaller just snapped back to the nearest stabilization point once the field was dropped. Something like that, anyway--she didn't really pay attention to all those technical details. That's what Randi was for, after all.
So what were they doing? It had to be a bluff, didn't it? She hoped Caitlin wasn't falling for it. The way that blond guy was staring at her, though, she figured she hadn't. Had she called the bluff, then? What was going to happen to her?
Dr. Saul seemed to be doing something with one of the consoles, but then he finished, and walked over to the glass. He held Caitlin out in front of himself, so that she was just a foot or so away behind the panel, and she gave Tania a horrified look.
All at once Tania realized that something very, very bad was about to happen. She started to beat on the window again, wishing she had her saber or another of her weapons, and then there was a sudden, bright blue flash that seemed to linger in the air like a smoky haze.
"Oh, no," Tania muttered under her breath, looking around fearfully, and then the sensations started.
"Yipe!" she gasped as a tingling began to swarm all over her body. It felt like one of Kevin's amazing body-massages, only much more intense. She reached up and ran her hands down her sides, moaning in pleasure. Then she saw the two men staring at her from the glass, and realized they were growing larger before her eyes.
It was true, then. They were shrinking her even more! This was nothing like getting miniaturized back at SciTek, though. There had always been a teasing sort of tingly feeling, enough to make her smile and think wistfully of Kevin, but nothing more intense than that. This, though, was something else again. It felt soooo goooood, she thought, forgetting completely about the audience outside the window. Almost without realizing what she was doing, she unzipped her bodysuit and slid her gloved hands over her breasts, awed at the intense sensations the touch of the cool leather sent radiating across her skin. This felt better than anything she'd ever imagined possible, and that was saying a lot. She and Kevin had done some serious explorations of their own capacity for pleasure, and Tania had never thought she'd be able to exceed those experiences. This, though, was oh, so much more!
Vaguely, through an erotic haze, she realized she was becoming very, very small indeed. The monstrous faces looking in on her were fading out, as if she could no longer see them through the glass. The little frame along the bottom of the wall was now large enough that she could actually hide behind it, out of their view. What did that mean? Was she less than an inch high now? She had to be, she thought absently as she crawled over to hide in the shadow, her whole body wracked with waves of pure delight. Every time she moved, it felt like Kevin was there with her, poking her in all those little "hot spots" she hadn't known existed until he'd discovered them.
"Oh, Kevin!" she wailed as she stretched out on her back, stroking herself all over and moaning in total bliss. Finally her whole body convulsed and arched as she experienced the most intense orgasm she'd ever known in her life. It seemed to last forever, and she screamed in total ecstasy until her throat could stand it no longer. Even if someone had been in the room, they wouldn't have been able to hear her, though. After all, she was now only about a tenth of an inch tall!
Tania's almost invisibly tiny form collapsed on the hard, rough black surface, totally spent. As she lay there, gasping, she realized it was becoming much, much harder to breathe. It was like she couldn't bring in enough air for some reason, despite her implants. She tried to get to her feet, but her body seemed too heavy to move. After a moment, she rolled over and everything went black.
"Oh, my God!" Caitlin screamed. "You--you monsters! What did you do to her? She looked like she was--"
"Yes, she enjoyed it, didn't she?" laughed Andrew sadistically. "The new process I've developed is quite pleasurable. As I said, she enjoyed every minute of her death."
"You--you sick bastard!" Caitlin's eyes were streaming with tears.
"Now, what do you think, Thomas?" asked Andrew, paying no attention whatsoever to her cries or the insult. "Should I do the same thing with our little liar here? Or can you think of a better fate for her?"
Caitlin just sagged in Dr. Saul's hand while Thomas looked over at her tiny form. "Please, sir," he said, actually licking his lips, "I've got much better plans for her, if that's all right. I'd like to keep her when we leave. For a little while, anyway."
Andrew patted Thomas on the head as if he was a cherished pet. "My boy, you need to control your lascivious impulses," he told him. "I don't see why you deserve it, since you disobeyed my clear instructions earlier tonight, but you did find the helicopter, so I suppose she can be your reward for that. Just be careful with our little agent here. We can't afford to let her escape. Without her tools she should be fairly ineffective, but make sure if she tries, you kill her at once."
"Yes, sir," replied Thomas with a grin, eagerly taking the sobbing Caitlin from Andrew's palm. She was too distressed at the loss of Tania to resist. It wasn't just that Tania was dead, either, it was the way she'd been killed. Shrunk into oblivion, and forced to feel what must have been overwhelming pleasure all the while? What kind of sick scumbag would do such a thing?
Still, there was always a chance Tania was still alive, Caitlin thought--for about another ten seconds. By then, though, Alex had gone inside the glass room and brushed the brunette's flea-sized body onto a microscope slide. He held her up to Caitlin as final proof. The incredibly small Tania lay there completely limp, not even breathing, her arms and legs splayed out in all directions. She was so very, very tiny--about the same scale compared to Caitlin as Caitlin was to Andrew and Thomas. She wondered how the two scientists could even see her as more than a little dot on the glass.
Andrew walked over and put the slide into a small plastic box, leaving it on the nearby console. "It'll be interesting to see how long she remains at that size," said Andrew to his assistant. "We haven't been able to maintain that level for more than a half hour. I wonder if it'll be different for someone more used to being miniaturized? Don't let me forget to get her body before we go, my boy."
"Yes, sir," said Thomas. "What should I do now?"
"Take this one to the others and put her someplace secure," Andrew replied. "Keep her away from the rest. I don't want her giving them any ideas of escaping. I'll get started transferring all the computer files to the offsite location."
"Yes, sir," said Thomas, turning and leaving the room, taking the still sobbing Caitlin with him.
Behind him, Andrew turned off the miniaturization machine and gave it a quick pat with his hand. "It'll be a shame to lose you," he muttered to it under his breath. "You did take a while to build. But we always knew this day would come, didn't we?"
He shook his head as if to snap himself back to reality. Without another word, he turned and departed.
As he walked back towards the lab, Thomas reached down and caressed the tiny woman in his palm. She only barely reacted, since she was too busy weeping for her lost friend.
"You seem distraught," he said mildly, rubbing his finger up and down her slim back. "Just remember, it wasn't me who did that. Dr. Samuel was the one who killed her. I don't like killing--it's such a waste of good beauty."
"Screw you," whimpered Caitlin, trying to push herself away from him. "You're both the same. You're both power-mad assholes."
"Now, now," he told her, pinning her down between his index and middle fingers. "Don't make me angry. I don't think you'd like it if I got mad. God, you're so beautiful!" He flipped her over onto her back and started massaging her tiny but perfectly proportioned body.
Caitlin wanted to cry out and scream, but simply sagged in resignation. It would do no good to struggle. Sadly, she knew that all too well. This whole experience was far too much like another time she remembered some months ago, back when she'd first tried to escape from SciTek. The man she'd thought would help her and her friends instead tried to turn them all into his own personal pets. He'd been fixated on Caitlin, too, and had made her strip and dance naked before him. Damn it, she thought, why was she the one who always ended up with the scuzzballs of the world?
As Thomas fondled her, she didn't resist. Instead, she started thinking about getting away somehow, letting her conscious mind detach itself from what was happening to the rest of her. This was an ability she had that came in handy sometimes, though usually not in situations like this. Normally, she simply tuned out the world, considering options and formulating plans without any distractions. She did this now, oblivious to what sick fantasies Thomas was enjoying at her body's expense. She had to get away somehow, that much was obvious. If she tried to flee right now, she thought, he'd catch her for sure, or step on her while she ran. She had to find a better time than that. Sooner or later, she'd get her opportunity.
It seemed like Thomas took as long as possible to get to the lab, but finally, he reached it. Somewhere along the line he'd managed to unzip her bodysuit as far as it would go, though Caitlin hadn't allowed herself to notice this violation. With some regret he pulled his fingers away from exploring her quaking body and opened the door, stepping inside and starting to walk over to the other miniaturized women. They were there, looking up at him, their faces pressed against their cages as if expecting something. What was that all about, he thought?
He got about three steps before an all-too-familiar voice spoke behind him. "Put down your gun," Carl ordered, "or I'll shoot you where you stand!"
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Still, there was always a chance Tania was still alive, Caitlin thought--for about another ten seconds. By then, though, Alex had gone inside the glass room and brushed the brunette's flea-sized body onto a microscope slide. He held her up to Caitlin as final proof. The incredibly small Tania lay there completely limp, not even breathing, her arms and legs splayed out in all directions. She was so very, very tiny--about the same scale compared to Caitlin as Caitlin was to Andrew and Thomas. She wondered how the two scientists could even see her as more than a little dot on the glass.