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  As she ate Scarlet’s ass, she came to terms with the events that had just unfolded. She belonged to Scarlet now, and that was the way she wanted it to be. When Scarlet dismissed her from that, she looked fondly at her goddess. Scarlet smiled and led her to the bedroom. Scarlet lay on her back, and let Quincey pleasure her again. She moaned vigorously as she drew close to climax.

  Scarlet didn’t plan on it going this way. She thought her and Aleigh would just have a new plaything to spice things up. She didn’t know, she’d catch feelings for Quincey. She didn’t know how much fun it would be seducing her into the trap. She didn’t know how fun directing Quincey would be. She didn’t know she’d lose Aleigh for it, but she didn’t regret it. She laid there in bliss, pleased with her new pet. She didn’t know id Aleigh would ever come back and wasn’t sure if she cared. She had won.

  After she came a few times, she let Quincey rest in her arms. Quincey smiled in a strange comfort of the new arrangement. She liked the since of belonging to Scarlet. She whispered “Never let me go.” Without thought. As she laid there next to the perfect woman, she thought to herself that she really meant it. She didn’t even want to be free now. Even without the contract, she belonged to Scarlet long before they met. She giggled as she told Scarlet “My stage name was Destiny, maybe that’s because I’m yours.” Scarlet giggled. “Maybe I’ll call you that now.” Quincey liked that idea. Quincey was her old life, her free life. Destiny was a whole other girl in her mind. Quincey laughed at the thought of it. She had came her to get away from being Destiny anymore, now she was trying to stop being Quincey.

  Destiny wondered if it had been Violet if it would end the same way. She wondered if she and Violet had been standing in the same room, if Scarlet would still pick her. It wasn’t enough that she had picked her over Aleigh. She needed more. She had been 2nd pick all her life, but was she really first pick this time. Her thoughts raced. Then Scarlet began kissing her neck. She felt Scarlet’s hands knead her perky tits and slowly glide over her. She felt Scarlet’s hungry hands squeeze her ass cheeks. She was getting soaked with every touch. She felt the desire and hunger Scarlet had for her. She felt her hand slid between her legs and she knew as they entered. She knew Scarlet would pick her. Scarlet would always choose her.

  Kept For Kim

  By Nicholas Emberson

  After quitting working for Scarlet Joanna, Aleigh found herself working for another famous beauty Kimmy K. Aleigh never thought she’d hate someone so passonialty, but came to realize no one knew just how awful Kimmy truly was. She a reality TV show star, and had her own clothes line and perfume etc. But what Kimmy was famous mostly for was posting slutty pics on Instagram. She was very impatient and cruel. She bitched out Aleigh relentlessly. Most difficult for Aleigh was keeping Kim satisfied. Kim had a secret desire that many people didn’t know was possible, and if they knew many would hate her for it. Still, it was Aleigh’s job to keep Kim happy. She went to the drop off site and picked up what Kim was waiting on. As Aleigh lifted up the little cage she saw the shrunken people screaming in fear inside. She felt pity for them but she knew she had to do what was about to be done. She brought the cage into her car and drove to Kim’s place.

  It seemed everyone had a love hate relationship with Kim. She always found her way into the headlines one controversy after another. The sexy socialite was shameless when it came to plastic surgery and posing in sexy photos. Her big plump ass and tits were always being drooled over. The Armenian goddess was brilliant about marketing and keeping her name out there. Aleigh knew that this was huge. She knew that this was something, if it was exposed, that would ruin Kim. Still even though she hated her, she feared Kim. She had a plan to get revenge but she knew she must be careful. Kim had enough money that when threatened, she could make things end very badly for Aleigh. So Aleigh remained a good little servant and delivered her goods to Kim.

  As she arrived she noticed London’s car. London Hawthorne was another famous socialite. She too had been on reality TV and everyone had a love hate fascination with her too. She was blonde and tan and super skinny. She spoke in a very obnoxious tone. Still some reason the public loved her. Aleigh felt a little relieved and anxious at the same time. Kim usually calmed down and was bit less bitchy towards her when London was around, but London also had a way of making sure she got under Aleigh’s skin. Aleigh would never forget foot worship night, or face sitting Aleigh night, or the horrors of armpit worship night. All London’s idea. However since Kim found tiny people, the torture had been pulled away from Aleigh and more driven towards the shrunken slaves.

  As Aleigh entered she could her the obnoxious giggles and chatter of the group. It was defiantly more than just Kim and London. Aleigh figured Kim had invited her sisters over for the debauchery. Fortunately for Aleigh she hadn’t had to deal with Kim’s sisters since “lets face sit Aleigh night.” But now here she was and now she knew she was in for a difficult night. She heard London say “I think she’s here” followed by the eruption of laughter and Kim’s attempts to hush the group. “Oh, peasant girl, is that you?” London cooed out arrogantly. The others laughed as Aleigh entered the room.

  It wasn’t like Aleigh was ugly. Aleigh was gorgeous. She had flat rock hard abs, thick strong legs, and tight firm ass. She was fit, athletic girl. Not too mention her busty chest that boasted d cups. Her dark hair always kept neat. Her tan skin kissed by the sun. She was the type of girl guys dreamed of, except when they of course drooled after her tormentors. She just wasn’t famous or rich. She didn’t get plastic surgery or live a life of luxury like her boss and her companions. They always called her cheap and ugly. They ripped on her for being poor. All this she endured, and she didn’t really understand why. She calmly served them always, waiting to get even.

  As she stood with the cage the girls looked at it with excitement. It was clear that they all had been drinking. Aleigh felt a knot in her stomach as it all set in as to what the night was going to be like. A part of her pitied and envied the poor tiny bastards in the cage. Kim spoke. “Well, don’t just stand there looking fucking stupid, set the cage in the fucking table!” she hissed. She looked to the others “why is it so fucking hard to find descent help?” the others laughed. Aleigh grew red in the face as she placed the cage on the table. Kim then shooed her to the corner while the others circled the table.

  She brought out a deck of cards from a box and explained the rules. “So here’s how we do this. Theses cards each have a fate for the tiny slaves on them. When it’s your turn, you pick a tiny and pick one of us. Then you draw a card. Whatever that card says, the person you picked gets to do what the card says to that tiny. Then it’s that person’s turn to pick but they can’t pick who just picked them. The person who puts on the best show wins.” The others cheered in excitement. As Kim explained the game, Aleigh knew she didn’t want to witness it, but had no choice. She stood there like a fly on the wall and hoped to be invisible from them all. Maybe all the attention would go to the tiny slaves and not her.

  The girls all chattered a moment drinking and eyeing the shrunken people within the cage. Just under the chatter you could hear the fearful pleas and screams if the tiny slaves. In the midst of the excitement, Kim announced that she would go first. She pulled a screaming tiny from the cage. Everyone giggled as they watched him struggle and plea. “Please! Don’t do this! Just let me go!” he plead on and on but no mercy would find him. The only person who may pity him stood in the corner thinking it was better him than her. Kim looked around and thought a moment. “This was your idea, London, I pick you.” London put her hand to her chest. The suspense was killing her. “Ok, draw the card.” She said nervously.

  Kim drew the card. She looked at it and giggled. The room was so full of tension. Everybody giddity and nervous about what was to come. The tiny still pleading, and curiosity devouring each one of them. Kim smiled as she read the card. “it looks like you get to stomp this little fucker.” Kim giggled. London shrugged her shoulders �
�Easy enough.” She laughed. “ I thought it was going to be a weird one the way you were laughing… God.” Kim handed her the tiny. “You’re the one that had the cards made. How do you not know what’s on them?” they all giggled. London placed the tiny to the ground. He screamed and ran. The tiny tripped and looked up. “Like you can escape me, bitch.” London hissed. He looked up and saw London’s white high heel. Up her very long smooth legs he could see up her shiny silver dress and caught a glance of her pink panties. His cock throbbed. Although facing death, staring up London’s skirt brought him a moments happiness. He had jacked off to her so often, it was strange to know this id how he would die.

  Kim cried out. “Oh fuck, not on my carpet!” But it was too late. London sent her high heel crashing down onto him and a loud crunch popped off. Blood splattered about and covered the carpet. Little red specks appeared on London’s shoe. “God damn it, London!” London laughed “What? I’m just playing the fucking game.” Kim hissed “My carpet is ruined…” London laughed then pointed to Aleigh “what do you have help for?” London snapped her fingers to summon Aleigh. “Hurry, peasant, clean this carpet and my shoes.” She taunted Aleigh. The others giggled as Aleigh rushed to get supplies. She began to clean the mess as Kim threatened her. “If it stains, you will be punished way worse than ever before, bitch. Remember “face sit night.” Maybe I won’t wipe this time.” The others laughed at the truly horrific punishments Kim dreamt up. Aleigh eagerly began to clean. London looked down at her “You better not forget my shoes, I’ll shove my heel down your fucking throat.”

  London laughed and then shook her head, turning her attention back to the game. Paris looked picked up another pleading tiny. She studied the room and thought things out. “Kourtney” she said. Kourtney gasped in excitement. “Ok, Ok, Draw the fucking card.” Khloe interrupted “wait, weren’t we supposed to wait for Kylie?” Everyone dismissed her. “look if she’s late, she misses out.” Kim hissed. Kourtney couldn’t take the nerves any longer “Fucking draw the card!” London laughed “Oh my god, someone’s a little nervous. Fuck. Chill out.” She drew the card and laughed. “What?” Kourtney asked eagerly. “fucking tell me.” London shook her head and read the card out loud. “Smoother the tiny person between your boobs an suffocate them.” “No way! Let me see it!” Kourtney yanked the card from London. “What the fuck?” London said in shock as Kourtney read it. She tilted her head back and sighed. “Fuck!”

  Kourtney took the tiny from London. The tiny was drug close to her. He looked into his giant goddesses soft brown eyes and searched for mercy as he begged. “Please, I have a family. You’re a mom. You can’t do this. What about my kids, just let me go. Please!” Kourtney’s soft pink lips frowned in sympathy and for a moment she was weak. Kim interrupted “you know what happens if you don’t play, Kourtney. Fucking do it. Fuck the loser. He’s lying. I made sure I bought from a supplier who shrinks losers.” Kourtney looked angered as she heard this lie. The man plead as she pulled him close to the v of her top. She slid him between her tan mountains. The soft and firm flesh engulfed him. He struggled and plead and she pressed him hard between her tits. His movement tickled and she laughed as he fought. Soon the squirming stopped. She pulled out the dead tiny and tossed it onto the table. “what the hell do I do with this?” she hissed. The others giggled. No one had an answer and the game continued.

  Kourtney took a tiny from the cage. She seemed annoyed by the ordeal. As this one plead, she didn’t really listen. She was quick to make her choice “ Khloe, it’s your turn.” Khloe sat silent awaiting her turn. As Kourtney drew the card the others giggled and joked around. It faded to the background as Khloe’s eyes followed the card. She stared a Kourtney’s lips as she read out the card. “take the tiny and squish them up between your toes for 5 minutes.” Khloe gasped. “that’s disgusting! I’m not doing that!” the others giggled. With a little more protest, she gave in. She slipped out of her high heels. The tiny squirmed a he looked at his tall and gorgeous goddess of doom. Her hair dyed blonde and her eyes full of disgust. “it’s like a fucking bug.” She sighed. She placed the tiny between her sweaty feet. He gasped in terror and was repulsed by the smell as she began squishing him. The bloody mess spreading over Khloe’s toes. “this is really fucked up, I hope you know.” She scolded London. “it’s fun and you know it. Plus you get to pass it along to someone else and watch them do it. You’re going to love this game.”

  Was the 5 minutes was up, Khloe looked at her feet with disgust. Aleigh had finished cleaning the floor and London’s heel. Khloe called out to her. “Clean my feet they are disgusting!” she hissed. Aleigh hurried over. She took her rag and prepared to clean Khloe’s feet. “Not with that gross ass filthy fucking rag!” she hissed. “use something else.” She thought for a moment as Aleigh knelt staring at her blankly. The tall goddess had the same beautiful eyes as her sisters. Khloe smiled wickedly. “like your mouth. Lick and suck my feet clean. Just like you did that night we all made you.” The others cheered and agreed. Aleigh reluctantly began after a pause. She knew she couldn’t refuse. She knew had to even if it was disgusting. She took Khloe’s sweaty blood covered toes into her mouth. They laughed at her humiliation and gagging. Aleigh teared up. After awhile, the attention turned back to the game as Khloe chose Kim.

  Khloe drew her card. Khloe rolled her eyes and slammed the card against the table. “Seriously?” she hissed at London. She turned back to Kim. “You have been skipped. Pick a player and draw a card.” Everyone laughed as Khloe scolded London some more. “What? I had to keep it interesting.” London defended herself. Kim sighed “London, I swear you’re so fucking stupid.” She shook her head. “I pick you again.” London replied “Seriously? That’s stupid. Whatever.” Kim drew the card. “ Take the tiny and sit on them.” London took the tiny and laughed as she placed him on the chair. “Poor bastard, if he had Kim’s ass he’d have cushion, no he get’s London’s bony ass.” Kendell joked. Everyone laughed. London’s tight little ass hovering above him. The sliver dress clung tights to her as she brought her ass crashing down upon him. She laughed and “fucking ruined this dress!” “You made the game, blame yourself! Kim replied.

  London sighed. “Since someone’s a smartass and going to comment on my ass, I pick you Kendell.” Kendell giggled. Her young face filled with wonder and fear. She was nervous but eager to join the fun. London giggled as she drew her card and read it out. “Take the tiny and swallow it whole.” Everyone protested it. “That’s way to fucked up, London, what’s wrong with you?” Kim hissed. London shrugged “Gotta keep it interesting, like I said. We all agreed she could play. She’s gotta play now.” Even though she was 23, her sisters saw her as a little girl. They didn’t want her ruined and twisted like them too quickly. Still they had agreed and maybe it would be no big deal. At this point, all were nervous to continue, unsure what weird shit London may have them do. Kendell was nervous. Still she raised the tiny to her gorgeous face and opened wide. She dropped the tiny into her mouth a swallowed. Everyone erupted “Gross!” she moaned a bit. Afraid to admit how good it tasted and the strange sense of power it gave her. Mostly she was not wanting to tell a soul how it dampened her panties.

  The game went on and Kendell chose Kim. Kim was eager to get payback on London and also excited to see what she had to do. A part of her dreaded it, repulsed by Kendell swallowing the tiny. Still a part of her wondered what it was like. The world disappeared around her as Kendell read the card. Kendell kept trying to read it, but would stop, overwhelmed with laughter each time she tried to read it out loud. Finally she found if she spat it out quickly it could be said. “Shove the tiny into your panties. It will be kept there, alive for the rest of the game.” Everyone laughed. Kim shook her head in embarrassment. Still part of her loved the idea. She took the tiny. The tiny was glided by her tan smooth legs, and then tossed into Kim’s panties. It landed on Kim’s shave mound and slid down her tiny slit before she let the panties snap back over her. It was tightly pr
essed against her pussy lips as it struggled and squirmed. Kim had to fight off her own moans as it’s movement pleasured her. She couldn’t admit how great it felt, she was ashamed. Annoyed, she chose London again.

  “fuck no. This is bullshit.” London protested. “you pick me every time. You gotta pick someone else or this is going to be fucking stupid.” London was angry to see her friends turn against her for planning a game they all were to enjoy. It wasn’t her fault Kendell got the swallow card. This was supposed to be fun. As she ranted, Kendell interrupted. “I’ll go, it’s fine.” Kourtney refused. “No, I’ll go.” She insisted. “you just had a turn.” She said thinking she was defending sweet little Kendell from doing something she would think was gross. Unaware how envious Kendell was of Kim’s turn and how much Kendell longed to have more fun with the tiny slaves. All of the sisters desired the pleasure but none would admit it, and none thought the others craved it like they did. “Thank you.” London said with spite “someone’s ready to play.” Kim sighed, fighting off showing signs of pleasure, “Fine.” And drew her card.

  Kourtney picked up the tiny she had smothered earlier. “I still don’t know what to do with this thing. Should I just use it again for my turn?” “it’s already dead” London protested. She looked puzzled a moment then a wicked smirk came upon her face. “Peasant girl…” she called out like calling to a pet. “Kourtney’s got a yummy treat for you.” Everyone laughed as Aleigh crawled over. She hated it. She didn’t want to do it. Still she opened her mouth as Kourtney placed the tiny in her mouth and patted her head like a dog. “good girl.” She mocked Aleigh as she swallowed. “Now, that that’s taken care of, lets play!” Aleigh wept beneath the table as Kourtney pushed her sweaty bare feet to her face. She knew what she wanted, and worshiped Kourtney’s feet as they played. Kim read the card. “Kourtney, take the tiny and crush it with your ass…. That’s a repeat but whatever.” Kim rolled her eyes.