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| She didn�t need identification when she got out, no one could get even half as far as she had without proving they belonged, by this point it was irrelevant. The room stretched four football fields and was almost two and a half wide. Narrow corridors wound around stacks of metal cages slightly larger than squirrel traps. The first ones were always empty; they were filled from the back of the room forward. She strode to the room�s newest occupant and rapped on the steel. The occupant screamed, a scream only to those familiar with it. Otherwise, it was a teeny squeak. She looked inside to see Erica huddled in the back, a terrified animal trying in vain to escape a predator. �How are you? I just came down to make sure the staff is treating you right. Do you need anything? Fresh towels? More shampoos? Mint on your pillow? Normal sized foot to wipe you from existence?� �Is that really just?� Erica shrieked in a pathetic attempt to sound powerful. �Treason is normally a death sentence,� Kylee reminded her in the same tone of voice a child uses when scolding another. �You should also die for all those men you crushed when you got out of control. Their deaths were longer and far worse than what I proposed for you.� She leaned in closer, her breaths now heavy gusts that swirled the doll girl�s hair. �I shouldn�t tell you this, but I can sneak you out of here and to somewhere where you can be free. You�ll stay four inches tall, but you�ll be safe there.� �Why and what�s the catch?� �I feel like being generous. Come on, who doesn�t like to play with tiny people. All you have to do is play with my right nipple.� Erica trembled, uncertain what was true and how far things would go. �Okay, I�ll do it.� Kylee carried the cage to another room off the storage area. Inside was a bed for what she had planned, it was a common practice among the agents. The cage was set down and the door was opened. Erica crept out and found Kylee removing her top. She was scooped up and placed on the larger girl�s tit. Erica needed no prodding; she wanted this to be over quick so she could be free. She wrapped her hands around her captor�s nipple and rubbed vigorously. The dark flesh wrinkled more and more and the ground she was on rose to a tilt. Her tongue went to work as well to speed things up and the nipple got harder. Erica jumped for a second when a moan escaped Kylee�s lips. She dared a glance and saw the enormous blonde slide a hand into her pants. She kept up the work for a while until Kylee gasped for her to stop. She grinned, this was it, but the grin faded when she went back into the cage and the cage was returned to its spot. �What the fuck is going on?� Erica demanded. �Just a little initiation to the prison. There was also a security camera in there. A couple of the guys love seeing the female agents play with the convicts. I�m their favorite amateur porn star by far.� Kylee strode away slowly enough to keep hearing Erica. �You bitch! How can you do this to me? How? How can you?� What started as violent and demanding shrieks gave way to the plaintive mewling of a frightened child. �Pp...please come back. Don�t leave me, you can�t do this. I�ll do anything, I�ll be good. I�ll-� Her voice was too far away and too small to be anything but a whisper. That too was soon drowned out by the others, the ones who�d been there long enough to recognize a newbie. �What next, Boss Man?� Kylee chirped, settling into a chair with her legs pulled up in a way that could only suggest sex. �We�ve got another woman, CIA sent her file down to us. They could handle it, but the boys there like our style,� he said. He slid the dossier across the desk and Kylee scooped it up. �This Queen of Mean is into everything and that�s another reason why she�s been handed off to us. She�s running guns, drugs, prostitution, spying, murder, and maybe even assassination. No one can agree who gets to bring her down, so it goes to best. You�ve got the set up for how you�ll nab her.� �I assume I can modify it as I see fit?� �Add your own art to it, just watch it this time. That last mission has all the men beating each other senseless to read your debriefing.� �I can�t promise anything, I see she�s also into SW-trafficking.� Continue >>> |