A few more days passed and the slave dwindled even more. Her world became larger and more alien everyday and Dr. Praetorius constantly reminded her of the dangers in her pride.
'Look at yourself,' he boomed, poking a huge fingertip in the chest of the now inch-tall captive, '…you're so small I can barely play with you anymore. The only amusement I get is from threatening to squash you. Come on, flea bitch, give in.'
She glared up at her Master, hands on her tiny hips. 'I'll see you in Hell first!'
Just then the kitchen timer went off. 'Lobster's ready! Care to join me? Not that you can digest much anymore, but I think you can handle the melted butter.'
The slave soon realized that Dr.Praetorius had more in mind than just letting her EAT the melted butter. He scooped her up on the fork along with a morsel of lobster meat and dunked her in the golden liquid. She thought she’d be scalded to death but soon was enveloped in the warm liquid with no harm done. He brought the fork eye level. The tiny woman was sitting up, trying to clean the oily substance from her body, 'Mmmm.... you look delicious, my pet!'
She could only watch in horror, as his mouth loomed ever larger, until she was engulfed within. His tongue, rough and muscular, licked the butter from her naked body and she couldn't help but moan pleasurably. Suddenly… * SPLAT! *...Out she flew, landing in Praetorius' palm.
'Master! That was down right evil!!! I thought you were going to eat me!'
'I don't care for sushi, little one but you did squirm about delightfully. Just remember... if I get really bored with you, I might stick a skewer up your ass and roast you alive.' Then it was time for dessert...chocolate mousse.
The poor slave endured her Master's teasing tongue again and again to the point she thought she'd go mad. 'Please, Master! I can’t take it anymore! Let me come!'
He laughed....'Not until you admit you're my toy. Right now you're under a death sentence and necrophilia isn't one of my many perversions.'