Veruca liked the feeling of pushing her foot down onto the tiny man that she'd found at the Wonka factory. It felt good to have a tiny human squirming underneath her. When she lifted her foot off of you, she almost had an urge to push you right back down to the ground and feel you squirm beneath her again. She didn't want to kill you, but she didn't seem to care about the pain she was causing you, as long as it amused her.
You breathed a short sigh of relief when the foot came off, but the relief only lasted a few seconds. When you looked back up at the giant bratty girl, you saw her leaning over with her right hand outstretched. You groaned to yourself as Veruca reached down to grab you.
In just a few seconds after that, Veruca's five fingers had descended on you and started to close around you. In no time, you were being held tightly in the girl's fist, as she then brought her arm back up to her face. You felt yourself going up her red dress like you were in the great glass elevator, as the top floor turned out to be Veruca's smug, endlessly amused face.
"So tiny and helpless. You're going to be mine forever, just you...stop squirming!" she suddenly yelled. You couldn't help squirming in her fingers, even though you knew you couldn't break out of them. Veruca tightened her grip a little to discourage you, and you immediately stopped, letting yourself go limp in her giant, powerful hand. You felt so humiliated to be defeated by a little girl's hand.
"Actually, keep squirming," Veruca said playfully. "Then I know you're still alive."
"Veruca, please stop..." you managed to say, but she only laughed.
"You're adorable," she said. "I mean, it's adorable that you think I'll stop. I'm going to play with you, tiny little boy, for as long as I like. And now..."
Suddenly Veruca seemed not to know what she wanted to do next. Her whims were changing constantly, not unexpectedly for a spoiled brat who felt she could do whatever she wanted. In a second, she said something that still surprised you.
"I'm bored. I think I'll take a nap. But let me put you somewhere you won't get away. The dollhouse is too open. Hm...let me see..." Then Veruca glanced down herself and got another wicked smile on her face. She walked over to her giant bed and laid down with her face up on top of it, still holding you tightly in her hand. Then she brought her hand down to her waist, gently tugging at the belt she was wearing.
You immediately saw what was happening, but despite your fear, you knew nothing good would come of complaining to the brat. So, you merely let her fingers open and pull your tiny body onto her red dress, to a spot where she had tugged her belt away from the dress. When you were in place, she let her other hand go, and the black belt snapped in place, trapping you between the belt and the red dress. Then Veruca's hands relaxed and went to her sides, as she breathed a sigh of relief.
At this point you were instinctively squirming again, trying to wiggle your way out from under the belt, but getting frustrated each time. To your dismay, this only made Veruca giggle more.
"Keep trying, you won't make it!" she said. "And I just love how you squirm under my feet...in my hand...under the belt. I'm going to put you everywhere..."
Please don't, you said to yourself, though you didn't dare say it out loud. You gradually stopped trying to fight and just let the belt hold you onto her giant red shirt, as much as you hated being there.
"I can put you in my hair," she said, smiling widely to myself. "You can straighten and braid it, like the little slave you are. Or I can put you in my mouth! Not completely, you know, I don't want to swallow you, but I'd love to swish you around a little bit, see how you taste. And I'd love to hold and squeeze you again. Maybe I'll dress up like a princess and dance with you in my hands..."
None of those options sounded good to you. You hoped Veruca would just fall asleep and give you some peace. Unfortunately, her whims shifted again.
"Actually, I don't want to take a nap. I'll do one of those things instead. Brace yourself, you little toy," she said with a mischievous sneer. "I've got a special thing planned for you. You're going to be..."
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