The Antidote - Pt. 5

Chapter Specific Tags: Public humiliation, non-consensual recording, BDSM, spanking, degradation, objectification


5.

The two women took their time, there in the kitchen, as they finished undressing each other.  Knowing Shawn’s eyes were on them, how the spectacle was making him smaller by the second.  How he was helpless to escape, or even look away.  It filled Jenna with a sense of almost god-like power, even as she let herself be teased and stripped by the much larger woman.  The knowledge of how badly he wanted her; how the sight of her steadily reduced him to insignificance.

Truth be told, she’d never been much of an exhibitionist.  The idea had just never appealed to her before.  The moment she stopped thinking of Shawn as a person of any kind, and accepted him as an instrument of her pleasure, everything changed.  She felt his meek little gaze on her, and it absolute set her on fire.

Jenna had been completely undressed for Shawn, earlier in the evening.  That was when she’d been six inches shorter than him.  Now, at more than five times his height, it was a different matter.  Her small, pert breasts must each weigh nearly as much as his entire body.  How easy it would be to trap him beneath, to feel him dwindle, until he became lost in her.  Jenna’s body was a landscape to him, her every movement powerful enough to crush him if her concentration strayed for even a moment.  She smirked, telling him all this from across the room with her eyes.  Arching her back suggestively as Allison stroked her from behind.  She felt her red panties being slipped down her thighs, and turned toward him, letting him drink in the sight of her.

Both women paused, now and again, long enough to watch him shrink.  He was clearly fighting the urge to give in, to touch himself.  Hands clenching, and unclenching, knowing that to give himself any more pleasure would surely mean dwindling to nothing.  Suddenly, Jenna wanted nothing more than to make him lose that battle.

“Wow Shawn.  I see what you mean about Allison’s breasts.”  Jenna helped the titaness strip out of her bra, let her fingertips explore Allison’s chest, squeezing and pinching her from behind.  The larger woman moaned.  “Imagine if you were allowed to touch them, like I am now.  They’re so firm, and heavy!  Look, I need both hands just to play with ONE of them!  And see how big and thick these nipples are?”  She gave one a gentle squeeze, watched as the flesh around it darkened, as the little nub began to ripen between Jenna’s fingers.  “Mm, I just want to wrap my lips around her, give her a gentle little suck.  I bet she’d like that.  What do you think Shawn?  Should I?”  She laughed cruelly, bending forward.  “God her breasts are practically as big as my head, Shawn!  They must be at least E-cups, huh?”

“Forty-eight F’s,” Shawn corrected, in a voice just barely loud enough to hear.  He clamped his hand over his mouth in horror.

Both women froze, hands caught in the act of reaching for each other.  “And how, exactly,” Jenna growled.  “Do you know that?”

Allison’s face fell like an avalanche, her eyebrows narrowing in quiet rage.  “Oh.  I’ll tell you how he knows.  That little shit.  You stole one of my bras out of the laundry room, didn’t you?”

Shawn pressed himself against the kitchen wall.  He frantically peddled against it, feet sliding uselessly on the countertop.  Beyond trying to escape like a human—behaving more like a caged bird.  Jenna released the larger woman, stepping back, preparing to watch the fun.

“The fancy lace one, wasn’t it?  Blue, with frills?  I looked EVERYWHERE.  You disgusting little THING.  That was Victoria Secret!  Do you have any idea how much a bra like that COSTS for someone like me?”

“I still have it!” he squeaked, yet even in the face of Allison’s rage his little fingernail cock begged for attention.  This seemed to make Allison even angrier.  “It’s in my dresser, you can have it back, you…”

“I don’t want it anymore!” she screamed.  Allison closed the distance between them in two rushing steps, and slammed her fist down on the counter beside him.  “Not after you’ve had your filthy little paws all over it!  Argh!”  Harsh fingers reached out, grabbing him around the waist.  He fought, pounding tiny fists against her knuckles, kicking his feet.  Allison shook him once, and he went instantly limp.

The larger woman carried him off to the bedroom, and Jenna tagged along behind, naked except for her stockings.  A wicked idea occurred suddenly, and she grinned like a devilish imp.  She went to her purse, grabbed her phone, opened up the camera app, and started recording.  Something told her she’d want to remember what was about to happen.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he was saying, over and over, as Allison sat down with him on his bed.

“I’m going to enjoy this WAY more than I should.  You are going to regret ever hearing my name, you little shit.  And I… ugh Jesus.  Is even THIS is making you smaller?”  She held him up to the light, examining him clinically, as he shrank beneath a foot in height.  “Yeah, I fucking thought so.”  She turned him in the air, flipped him using both hands, and pressed him face down across her giant thigh.  “Lift your ass.”

“Allison, please.”  He looked up, face streaked with tears, caught Jenna’s eye as she  watched him.  “You said you’d protect me, said you’d keep me safe.  The antidote, please I’ll do anything, I’ll….”  His face slowly fell, as he took in Jenna’s smirk.  As he noticed the camera, recording his every word from a foot away.  “No.  God, no, Jenna.  Turn it off.  Turn it off.  Please.”

“Lift your ass for her, Shawn,” Jenna purred, her words delicate, silky.  “Show everyone at home what a good little toy you are.  Otherwise, I’ll never, ever give you the antidote.”

She watched his face on her phone, zoomed in until it almost filled the screen.  She captured the moment when the last bit of dignity fled from his eyes.  Pulled back the focus, to record him as he slowly rose to hands and knees.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” Allison snarled.

But then, she didn’t give him the chance.

The first blow sent him sprawling onto his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.  The camera caught it in exquisite detail.  The pain on his face, resolving itself almost at once into shameful pleasure.  Then, a heartbeat later, his body dwindled.

Allison huffed.  “Lift,” she commanded mercilessly.  “Again.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, and Jenna moved the lens in closer.  Teeth gritted, he managed to get back up onto his knees.  “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.”  The focus shifted, his face blurring, Allison’s hand coming into sharp relief.  A single finger flexed and curled, all that was necessary to drive Shawn into submission.  Then.

WHACK!

The second blow was much stronger, made him cry out in pain.  He was crying unabashedly now, as he shrank.  “Please, the antidote.  This is too small, please…”

“Lift.”

“Allison… no!  Please!”

WHACK!

“Lift.”

WHACK!

“Lift.  UP.  Are you too pathetic to even be punished right?”

Jenna moved the camera in as close as she could, watching as Shawn struggled to rise.  From her knees, she looked to Allison.  “Hey sweetie, do me a favor?  Give him a break, and turn him over for me?  I want to check something.”

Allison sniffed, obviously annoyed at being interrupted, but complied.  She pinched Shawn’s tiny ankles between thumb and forefinger, took his miniature wrists the same way, and unceremoniously flipped him onto his back.  The tiny man stared up at the two of them, his expression broken, terrified.

“How small would you say he is now?” Jenna asked, as she focused on his bare little body.

“God, I don’t care.  Probably….”  Allison lay her giant hand beside him on her thigh, comparing.  She shrugged.  “Seven inches or so.”

“That seems about right.  And here.  For our loyal viewers….”  She frowned, tapping her phone’s screen, until finally she had the shot she wanted.  Shawn’s penis—such as it was.  It was tiny, could easily fit under the pad of her smallest finger.  It was also painfully hard.

“Shawn here is clearly into being disciplined.  Would you believe he’s actually enjoying this?  Shawn dear.  Would you care to say a few words?  For posterity.  Tell everyone just how turned on this is making you?  How pathetic and weak you are?  I should warn you, if you don’t, it’s going to keep going.”

The shot focused on his little tear-stained face.  His mouth opened, worked, soundlessly, as he stared into the lens.  Then his jaw went slack, his eyes rolling back, as Jenna pressed down on his minuscule groin.  Shawn tried to push it away, but he might as well have tried to move the Earth.  She let him struggle, as slowly, inexorably, she pleasured him smaller.

Jenna was so focused on this task, on the precise movements required to jerk off her little toy, that it came as a complete surprise when a sudden pulse of pleasure shot through her body.  She gasped, almost dropping the phone, and realized she’d started touching herself without even intending.  Allison and Shawn both looked to her in unison.  Their expressions, so beautifully different—hers amused, his scandalized.

“What can I say?”  Jenna gave a slightly embarrassed shrug.  “Degrading our little toy is fun.  Do you, ah, disagree?”

“Not at all.  In fact, it’s my turn again.”

Allison rolled Shawn back over onto his belly, went back to spanking him.  Again, and again, she flicked his tiny ass.  With each strike, the camera recorded him growing smaller, more desperate.  And each time Allison struck him, Jenna swore she could feel the blow pulsing, throbbing pleasantly through her body, as well.

It went on for an agonizing eternity.  Until, finally, the toy was spent.  Its arms shook, its shoulders gave way, and it collapsed onto Allison’s thigh.

“Satisfied?” Jenna asked, still lightly stroking herself.

“God.  I didn’t realize how much I needed that.  I must’ve wanted to do that to him for MONTHS.”  Allison was shaking, her eyes almost impossibly bright.  “I feel like I need a cigarette.”

“I’ve got a better idea.  Let’s go back to your place.  I bet you have a few lovely toys of your own back home, don’t you?  Ones that are actually big enough to share?”

“Ooo, I like the way you think!”  Allison giggled.

“But let’s finish up with THIS toy, first.”

On her thigh, Shawn still struggled to fight his way up.  Trying, almost valiantly, to follow Allison’s last command to rise.  Jenna checked his image on the screen, made sure his face was fully in the frame.  Then she bent down low, let her hot breath fall on his tender skin.  Looked him in the eye.

“Hey.”

Her voice was soft, almost angelic.  Shawn turned his head toward it, a flower toward the sun.  Jenna smiled benevolently down at him.  “It’s over.  Okay?  You did a good job.  And I’m proud of you.  Where’s your antidote, kiddo?”

“Bathroom.  Under the sink, where I can reach it… when I’m… small.  Pink bottle.  Please.  Thank you, Jenna, thank you….”

“I promised I’d protect you, Shawn.  That I’d get you your antidote.  You’re grateful for my help.  Aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You’re grateful for my help.  Say it.”

His tiny eyes unfocused, he nodded, again, and again.  “I’m grateful for your help.  Thank you, thank you….”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.”  She chuckled softly, and handed Allison the phone, waited until she was being recorded.  Jenna leaned down.  And actually kissed him, with giant red lips nearly half the length of his body.  Her saliva coated his still smarting backside, and she pressed a fraction of her weight down on him.  Made him thrust lightly against the giant woman beneath, grinding his aching cock  against Allison’s smooth skin.  He moaned in gratitude, shrinking still smaller.

She left him, making sure Allison was still rolling, hurried to his bathroom, grabbed the medicine bottle.  In a moment she was back, leaning over him again.  Jenna held a single capsule, that was easily bigger than his head.

“You’re in luck—this is your last dose.  Might want to stop by the pharmacy tomorrow.  But, uh, hey cutie?  How exactly are you supposed to swallow something like this?  In, you know, your current state?”

“Gel-cap,” he managed, through numb lips.  “Break it open.  Squeeze it on me.  Rub it on me.  Please.  Jenna.  Grateful.  Thank you…”

Even this close, he was almost too small to hear.  She made sure he was watching, that the camera was on her, as her giant fingers worked over the surface of the capsule.  Bending, until finally it snapped it two.  The antidote glistened in the low light.  Inches away from her little toy.  He nodded emphatically, reaching.

Jenna brought it closer.  Let him see it.  Let him smell it.  Smiled.  And abruptly, dropped the pill into her own mouth.