This choice: She arrives at her mansion and lays down the ground rules • Go Back... From within your cleavage prison, everything was darkened and muffled as you perpetually rubbed the soft walls holding you between them. The occasional bump in the road the limousine hit sent a jiggle through Rouge's extra-large chest, forcing you to smack your face directly into whatever breast you were facing at the time. "Yes, my little slave, you may kiss your goddess's chest." Rouge giggled from high above, mistaking the accident as worship to her. You had to say, out of every goddess you had served, Rouge was the most sadistic, evil, megalomaniacal, and egotistical.
Eventually you could feel the hum of the vehicle come to a stop, the sound of shuffling feet and a door being opened. "We have arrived, madam Rouge." Came a male voice, no doubt her driver.
"Thank you Charles. Bring the limo round back with the others, and tell the staff to drop everything they're doing and meet me in the foyer, we're having a meeting." Rouge said, stepping out, making you squint as sunlight fell on her cleavage. She began walking, every step a shaking jiggle, or more like a boobquake to you as you were plastered up against the inner sides of her abundant cleavage.
Once inside her mansion, Rouge smirked at the thirty or so employees of hers. Mentally she called them slaves, even though they were paid servants. About ten maids, five chefs, five butlers, and ten security guards, all paid to tend to her every whim and word.
"Greetings everyone. Besides myself, we're going to have another...guest live in my humble abode."
A roar of murmuring voices went around the group, some thinking Rouge had caught another man in her claws and was going to suck him dry. Well, they were partially right.
"Quiet." She said simply, and all whispering ceased. Her fingers dug around in her cleavage until she pulled you out, holding you up for all of them to see. Some squinted their eyes, thinking you were just an ant and that Rouge had gone over the deep end (you think she did that a long time ago), while some stared in silence as they realized what you were.
"As some of you know of the story, a few years ago, my poor cousin Luke was stricken with an incurable condition, one that whenever he suffered too much physical trauma, his body would begin to diminish. Sadly, over the years, that horrible wife of his mistreated him to the point at what he is now, broken and half an inch tall." She fake-sobbed. You could just hear the artificial tears flowing down her face.
"So today I rescued him from that horrible woman, and have made it a point to him living here with me. He'll be staying in my quarters, and I do enunciate on this part, none of you are to come in contact with him." She warned threateningly. There went your only chance of being rescued, knowing how loyal or terrified of Rouge her employees were. "He's had too much trauma over his life." Her voice softened once again. "And only I may tend to him."
After a few more false whimpers to add to her mock-story Rouge glared at all of them. "What are you all waiting for? Get back to work or I'll have your asses shipped out of here so hard." She threatened, the foyer clearing almost instantly.
"Good. Glad we have an understanding." The demon chuckled, beginning to head up the steps to her room, no doubt lavished with the most expensive of tastes and furnishings. Once inside, she closed the door and locked it so that she could have private time with her little slave. You were tossed onto her bed, and guess what, met a purple blanket as you crashed into it. Surprisingly, no pain at all, not even a little rough bouncing. Rouge was right, this thing was soft.
Her shadow loomed overhead as she strutted over to you, smirking downwards.
"Aww, finally, alone at last my little slave." She purred, lowering her hand, walking her fingers along the bed towards you, her pillar-like fingers threatening to slam down onto you, but you knew to remain still, lest it displeased the goddess.
"I wonder what to do with you first?" She mused, lightly flicking you and knocking you down onto your back, pinning you with the tip of her nail. "I do have a few things in mind, but I just don't know, they're all so much fun for both of us. I could have you clean every boot and shoe and heel in my wardrobe, all three-hundred pairs." She cackled. "Or I could toss you into a salad and make you a little snack, see what happens there. Wonder if your condition makes you immune to stomach acid."
"My perfect butt could use some worship...or my feet, or any divine part of my form. So. Many. Choices!" Rouge giggled, adding a bit of pressure to her finger, making you gasp for air.
"Or...I could make you smaller." She contemplated almost boredly, as if killing you was such a mundane task. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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