AT JESSICA'S MERCY
by 60378

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The slave's muffled screams were barely audible around the ball gag wedged painfully in his mouth. Sometimes Jessica enjoyed the sound of her slave's cries for mercy, but today she was more interested in her own enjoyment than in the suffering and humiliation of her latest toy. She giggled as her tiny victim continued to struggle in her hand, unable to escape the unforgiving grip of his giant mistress. Currently he was being kneaded into her left breast, an act he might have enjoyed if he was full size and not at the mercy of a giant cheerleader. Each struggle of his tiny body sent delightful sensations along the nerves in her sensitive breasts, exciting and relaxing her at the same time. 

The pale skinned brunette was nearly naked now, lying on her bed with nothing but a pair of white cotton panties to hide her most private parts, not that they'd be very private for long. She could already tell that she was more than a little wet down there, and the thoughts of what she was about to do only increased her building libido. The girl's mind was as much awash with her own dark fantasies as her panties were with what soon become her unfortunate slaves next meal. She was so distracted in fact that she almost failed to notice when the slave's increasingly frantic struggles began to cease. She pulled him away from just below her nipple and gave a quick inspection. “Hmmm, almost passed out again I see. Sorry little guy, I got a bit lost in the moment there.” Her casual tone was in sharp contrast to the agonizing horror her slave was in, having nearly suffocated mere moments before. As he gratefully attempted filled his lungs with life giving air (more than a little difficult when wearing a ball gag) a small part of him wished she'd accidentally killed him. He'd seen what had happened to some of the other slaves since his capture. Jessica liked to make sure the glass cage she kept them in had a front row seat to her twisted machinations, making each slave watch what would eventually become his or her fate. Being smothered to death by a giant breast would be downright kind compared to some of the horrors he'd witnessed over the last few weeks.

Regardless, the cruel fact was that he had lived and was now awaiting whatever new torment his mistress would soon provide. Even if he had been killed, there was no guarantee of knowing whether or not that would be the end of it. A few weeks ago, the poor bastard would have said he didn't believe in magic. Since then, he'd been shrunk to roughly three inches tall, and seen countless other horrific displays he couldn't begin to understand or explain. People were shrunken, transformed, mind controlled, and sometimes even turned into inanimate objects all for the pleasure of a girl who they'd never met before arriving tiny and naked in their cage. 

“Well little guy, I hope you enjoyed my breasts, I'm afraid you won't be seeing them for a while. You should be grateful though, if you hadn't nearly suffocated just now I might have forgot to make the other changes you'll be needing.” She held him in one hand now, while closing her eyes and concentrating. “Firstly, no more worrying about needing to breathe. There won't be much air where you're going and we can't have you passing out and ruining all my fun. Secondly, I'll need to make you a good deal more durable. Our next little game would kill you pretty quickly in your present form, but a simple stasis spell will make you more or less indestructible.” The pretty girl smiled, showing a full mouth of perfect white teeth. “Finally, we'll need to make sure you have the proper motivation. Since you're now nearly unkillable I'll need to make sure you're still going to provide the stimulation I'll need. We'll start with claustrophobia.” Suddenly the slave found himself panicking even more than before at the giant manicured fingers that were clutching him so tightly. He couldn't move his arms! His legs were helplessly pinned together above the knee, leaving only his naked ankles and feet to struggle in vain against her merciless grip. “Also, we'll increase sensitivity. Everything you touch, taste, smell, hear and see will be magnified ten fold. I think you'll find these additions particularly useful where you're going.” 

The slave nearly passed out from the sudden sensory overload as everything exploded into focus. The room became much brighter, nearly blinding, with everything from the texture of the ceiling, to the pores on the giant face looming over him now clearly defined. He could hear crying coming from the cage as his fellow inmates watched in growing horror. These were almost instantly dwarfed however by the increase in his olfactory senses. His mind was suddenly flooded with a hundred new smells, each more complex and layered than he previously could have imagined. Laundry detergent, dirty clothes, multiple perfumes, hairsprays and body washes, something that smelled like mexican food drifting in from another room. All of these and more assailed him in a matter of seconds. But the single overwhelming smell which immediately surpassed all the others seemed to be emanating from the white cotton panties he found himself now drifting towards, as the giantess made her cruel intentions known. 

“You should be thanking me you know.” the massive girl smiled again as her other hand reached down to open the elastic waistband, “most guys would kill to get into the panties of a beautiful cheerleader. You'll have the honor of getting a firsthand look at my luscious pussy and my cute little pooper as they become your entire world for however long I see fit. You won't need to breathe, sleep, or even eat as long as my stasis spell lasts. Not that it'll stop you from getting a belly full of my delicious juices or inhaling the savory scents of my anus. Did I mention I've been eating almost nothing but mexican food for the last two days?” The giantess paused for a moment with her slave's head dangling over the yawning chasm of her panties, staring down into the neatly trimmed bush and glistening cotton that would soon become his new home. “I almost forgot! You can't enjoy any of my nectar with a ball gag in your mouth! We'll have to make a minor adjustment.” The chocking rubber ball in the slaves mouth disappeared with a wave of her giant hand, only to be instantly replaced by a metal ring gag. Though just as restricting as it's predecessor, this one forced his mouth to remain open indefinitely. 

“Is there anything you'd like to say to your friends before being committed to my little panty prison?” Unable to form words around the steel ring in his mouth, the slave could only utter a pitiful moan that devolved into an agonized high pitch scream as the giant hand shoved his tiny body into the dark, dank, steamy depths of her sweltering crotch. She positioned him on his back, just below her taint. His head would come up far enough to be partially engulfed by the bottom half of her pussy, while still ensuring he was near enough to her rectum to enjoy any smelly surprises she might send his way. His initial attempts to roll away were made futile as the sticky discharge that had soaked the underside of her panties held him firmly in place. With a final parting smile, the giantess removed her right hand from her underwear while simultaneously giving herself a massive wedgie with her left, mashing his trembling body into the waiting folds and crevices that seemed to gush and dribble excitedly at their introduction.



Before being inserted, the slave had held out hope that if he were to resist the urge to move or cry out, the giantess might grow tired of this game and release him. But it soon became clear with growing horror as she lowered him in that this would be impossible. His senses reeled at the unimaginable odors that engulfed him. His eyes began to burn and his lungs were soon filled with the acrid, chocking stench her various body odors. Sweat dribbled down from her lower back, trickling over her anus and mingling with the remnants of her last bowel movement before drenching his tiny body in her foul, salty discharge. Meanwhile, what might have been almost enjoyable smells from her ripening vagina normally, were now increased in potency far beyond the point of nausea (though the spell wouldn't allow him to vomit if he wanted to) were now chocking his tortured throat and nostrils, causing the poor bastard to writhe and shudder uncontrollably. Any remaining shreds of dignity were washed away in a torrid flood of juice and lubricant which poured into his waiting mouth, abbreviating his pitiful screams with chokes and gurgles. After only a few seconds, the tremendous heat given off by her ecstatic loins began to build to unbearable temperatures rising higher and higher along with the growing realization that this nightmare could go on indefinitely. He would never collapse from exhaustion, or drown from the copious mouthfuls of lubricant and sweat pouring down his throat. He wouldn't be able to escape or even stop his panicked writhing as the tastes and smells combined with the claustrophobia overwhelmed his will to remain still. He couldn't even hope for the eventual loss of his sanity or to forget the outside world completely. The spells kept him perfectly preserved, from the moment they were cast. Each moment would be just as bad if not worse than the one before it. He screamed with renewed vigor, desperately struggling and writhing thought he knew full well it didn't matter. The only physical response to his increased thrashing and moaning was an ominous rumble from the giant body, just above his mid section. He would soon learn to dread these rumblings after realizing what they foretold, but since this was his first day in the panty prison he was instead momentarily confused and even the tiniest bit hopeful that his fate might improve. Her fart nearly deafened him, and immediately filled her panties with a reeking odor far beyond anything he could have imagined with a normal sense of smell. 

If his throat and voice-box were not under the effects of the spell, he would have screamed himself hoarse in less than three seconds.

“Whoops! Looks like that burrito from earlier is catching up to me! Wow, that felt like a wet one.” The giantess relaxed her semi naked body on her bed, cooing and purring at the increased writhing and barely audible tiny screams emanating from her loins. It wouldn't be enough to reach orgasm, at least not for a few hours, but she wasn't in any hurry. She idly rubbed her fingers over the moist underside of her panties, pushing her helpless occupant even further into her raunchy depths as she gazed longingly at the remaining slaves in the cage. “Can you imagine what it must be like for your little friend right now?” she asked them rhetorically “What do you think is going through his mind as he's slowly roasted and drowned in my juices?” She rolled over onto her stomach, now as excited by her fantasies as the endless frantic writhing that continued in her underwear. “He must be discovering new tastes and smells he'd never dreamed of before! Maybe he's realizing to his horror, that I haven't showered in three days. Or he's learning to appreciate the difference in taste between my pussy and ass sweat. I wonder which one he prefers?” She smiled and held her breath as another putrid fart escaped her rectum, eliciting a slightly louder wail than the one before. “Do you think he'll be able to tell what kind of burrito I ate?”

The shivering masses in the glass cage huddled together as she approached them. Over two dozen men and women of various builds and ethnicities cowered before her massive form as she began to slid open the lid to their prison. “More importantly, which lucky one of you would like to join him?”

End of Part 1