The cold air and bright light was shocking to Gabriela as her captor finally lowered the lacy fabric of her prison. Gabriela's skin, sticky and warm from where she'd been trapped, bristled against the air, and she gasped through her nose as the fresh oxygen rushed into her lungs. Her mouth was gagged, and the fabric was salty and damp in her mouth.
She looked around frightfully, her vision stunned from the sudden shift of darkness to light.
“Hey, Gabby,” a female voice said from above, loud and mocking. “Did you enjoy your stay in my special spot?”
Gabriela didn't respond. She'd been going through this kind of thing for the last 72 hours. She had nothing else to say. Plus, she'd been gagged a long time ago.
She laid spread out on the lacy white hammock of Vanessa's panties, and had spent God-knew-how-many hours trapped pressed against the sticky, warm wetness of the giantess' womanhood. Her hands were bound behind her back, but her legs were free, and they ached from hours cramped in that dark, damp place. She now stared up at her captor, exhausted and afraid at what the giantess would do to her four-inch tall pet.
“Well, I certainly enjoyed your stay,” Vanessa jeered, plucking Gabriela up by the back of her bra and dangling her at eye level. “I felt every one of your pathetic squirms, and can I just say – wow. Complete ecstasy, all day long. If you keep it up, I might just have to keep you like this. I had planned to get rid of you – maybe by just throwing you in the trash, or dumping you down the drain, or something – but....”
She grinned cruelly at Gabby.
“But I guess you needed a break. I don't want you dying while you're down there. Then I don't get to hear your cute little squeaks anymore!”
She poked Gabby's stomach, forcing a moan of pain from her throat.
“See? Isn't that just the cutest little noise? I never would have expected such a bitch to be such a cutie when you're this small!”
Gabby looked around, her eyes slowly adjusting. She was in a bedroom – an extremely nice bedroom. Ornate, modern decorations sat atop the desks and drawers, and an abstract painting hung above the elegant king-sized bed.
Vanessa sat with her legs crossed atop a small ottoman, dressed in white lingerie and heels. Her honey blond hair was cut to shoulder length, and her lips were curled into a mischievous grin.
Gabby hated that grin. It usually meant Vanessa was about to get someone (usually Gabby herself) in trouble.
“Now, what to do with you...?”
Vanessa lifted Gabriela even higher, holding her up to the light. Gabby tried not to think about how far away the ground was.... or how likely it was that Vanessa planned to “accidentally” drop her.
After a moment of terrifying silence, Vanessa lowered her down, setting Gabby down beside her huge, heel-clad feet. Vanessa's big toes were the size of huge watermelons, and her feet gave off scents of lotion and sweat. A thought popped in the captive's mind to try to escape, but then she pushed it away. Vanessa would crush her underfoot before she got so much as two feet away.
As if she'd read Gabby's thoughts, Vanessa grinned down at her. “You'd better not try to escape. You know I can turn you into paste in a second, right?”
Gabby nodded.
“Aw, who am I kidding? You're tied up and gagged. All you could do is squirm and wriggle as my foot got closer.... and closer....”
She emphasized this by raising her foot, lightly rubbing Gabby's face with the rough underside of her shoe. It raked little bits of grit across her skin, rubbing her cheek raw and washing her in the scents of leather, moisturizer, and sweat.
Gabby moaned, from fear, exhaustion, and rage, and she tried to beg Vanessa to not hurt her anymore. All that came out was a muffled “Mmmppphhh mppphh mppppph!”
Vanessa laughed, and withdrew her foot. “My god,” she giggled, “your little begs and pleads are so fucking adorable! I gotta hear that again! In fact....”
She reached down towards Gabriela, and undid her gag. Gabby took a moment to inhale as much air as she could, and she coughed violently after a few moments, spasms rocking her body as she was unable to cover her mouth.
She spat to get some of the taste of the gag from her mouth, and positioned herself to look up at Vanessa as best as she could.
“You finished?” the giantess asked contemptuously.
“V-Vanessa,” Gabby managed, her voice weak and raspy, “you've had your fun. N-Now please, make me big again and let me go!”
“Hm....” Vanessa put a finger to her chin in mock thought. “No. It's really great to hear your voice, though! All squeaky and little... like what a mouse would sound like. You kind of are a mouse now, huh?”
Gabby didn't respond.
“Awww, don't give me that! Fine, maybe if you beg really, really, really hard, I'll let you go, m'kay little mousey?”
Gabriela knew that Vanessa was probably lying. But the though of being free was too enticing...
She took a deep breath, kissed the last of her dignity goodbye, and started begging.
“Please, please, please, let me go! Whatever I did to you to make you do this, I'm sorry! Please, just, don't hurt me anymore....” Her voice broke a little, and she felt tears pooling in her eyes.
Vanessa was silent for a moment, and Gabriela thought for a fleeting moment that she'd actually convinced her. Then Vanessa raised an eyebrow.
“That's the best you can do? Wow. Maybe you deserve to be smashed like a pathetic little bug if you don't know how to beg to your mistress.”
Gabriela saw Vanessa flex her massive foot, muscles contracting as they prepared to do... something.
“V-Vanessa, please!” Gabby shrieked. She begged as best as she could, pleading for her life as tears rushed down her face and onto the cold, hard floor. She strained against her bonds, her body flailing helplessly as the shadow of the giantess' foot came over her, and she realized that it was very likely she was about to die.
With a great noise, Vanessa sat on the floor, kicking off one of her heels and leaning close to Gabriela's prone form.
“That's better,” she said, grinning cruelly.
Using only her index finger and her thumb, she picked Gabby up by her bound wrists, sending a burst of pain through the tiny woman as the joints in her arms protested. She struggled against her grip, unwilling to undergo any more torture at this woman's hands.
Gabriela didn't understand why she'd been the one Vanessa had done this to. They had barely known each other. The only connection they'd had that Gabby knew about was that Vanessa was currently dating Chris.... Gabby's ex....
“I-Is this about Chris?” she groaned as she looked into the cruel eyes of her captor. She was shaken to see something like pleasure in Vanessa's eyes.
“Bingo, little bug. I've got a date with Chris tomorrow, and I wanted to give him a great gift to celebrate our one-month anniversary. What better gift then a tiny little ex-girlfriend?”
Gabriela shuddered, whether from fear or over-stimulation or the cold air she couldn't tell.
“B-But..... w-why? What did I do to you?” she managed to ask.
Vanessa didn't seem to hear. She gave Gabby a little shake, and her bonds suddenly snapped. She fell, shrieking, into Vanessa's outstretched hand. She scrambled away from the edge of Vanessa's fingers, and sat shivering in her captor's palm.
“I gotta say,” the giantess laughed as she smirked down at Gabby's trembling form, “I always hated you because I thought you were just too hot, too perfect. But, now that I literally have you in the palm of my hand.... I guess you're pretty cute. Just a weak, pathetic, adorable little bug.”
Gabriela sat there, unable to stop her body from trembling. The flesh of Vanessa's palm was soft against her thighs, and it smelled faintly of soap and perfume.
“I guess I can let you get a little bit of rest,” Vanessa said, her lips pursed in thought. “I'll keep you in a jar. Sleep well, little pet!”
She carried Gabby to the nightstand, where a jar stood waiting. She tipped her hand, and Gabby, too fatigued to protest, tumbled into it. The jar was at least three times taller than she was, and Gabriela could tell there was no way she could climb out of it.
Vanessa waved at her as she looked down at her, her fingers wiggling exaggeratedly as she grinned.
The giantess laid on her bed, and proceeded to open her phone and swipe through. It was as if she'd completely forgotten about Gabriela's presence. Not that she was complaining. Anything was better than being out there with her.
Gabby took a deep, shuddering breath, and slowly curled up into a little ball. Exhausted, alone, and imprisoned, the captive was relieved to finally be able to close her eyes and get some sleep.
