The Doctor Part 7 - Her Old Habits (Working Draft) (Patreon)

Katie gently dropped Michael into her small dresser drawer and closed it shut. 'Best for him to not see what will happen next' she thought.

She immediately spun towards her table. There sat the tiny box, and inside she knew she had two tiny men. Her heart fluttered slightly. That feeling of raw power was back. The feeling that completely consumed her. 

These little people would have been from Laura's recent mission. Katie's mother was clearly done with them, now they were all Katie's. 

She took three small tiptoes over to the table and quickly sat on her chair. That chair, where many victims had died pleasing her.  

She hadn't seen her new slaves yet. It was just a small box with the number '2' scrawled on it. This was how she always received them, from her mother. She shrugged the thought off and tentatively reached towards the lid. She unclipped the fastening and peered inside the box. 

As expected, two tiny naked men stood gazing up at her.  Her eyes were immediately drawn to one of them. He was young and muscular and appeared to be good looking. Not as attractive as Michael, but... She reached out towards the young man. She suddenly glanced at the other man. He was old and unattractive. The fact that he was naked, was even worse. Her fingers batted him away just before they wrapped around the younger man. 

The old man tumbled against the side of the box and lay sprawled in a heap.  

Nonchalantly, Katie picked up the other tiny slave and held him close to her face, her hot breath sweeping over his tiny and cowering form. As she studied him she attempted to invoke the same feelings for him as she felt for Michael, but instead she felt nothing for this tiny little victim. 

Her eyes narrowed. What was it about Michael then? Her eyes snapped towards the other slave. He had somehow managed to climb out of the box and was already running away from her across the table. 

She immediately stood up, she could feel the tiny slave in her hand, wriggling in her hand wrapped around him as it suddenly crushed him in her anger. She could feel tiny hands beating at her index finger, it merely felt like a tickle. 

A few steps carried her to the other end of the table. She towered over the old man. He skidded to a halt in front of her, staring up at her in terror and awe. She merely reached out and flicked his body with as much power as she could. His tiny body tumbled away and off the edge of the table, to land heavily on the floor. 

*

The giant finger flicking him was the hardest hit that he had ever taken in his life. It was beyond winding him, he immediately passed out... 

Groggy vision slowly returned to him, then absolute blinding pain soaring through his chest and his back. He rolled onto his back, that was worse, it was even more painful. Then he saw her. That nasty girl that had flicked him off the table. He attempted to get to his feet, but he could barely move his arms. His legs were still working through and he started to backpeddle.

The girl was towering over, leering at him. She looked huge.

"Stop running!" She boomed down at him. He continued to attempt to push himself away from her. 

Suddenly she raised a huge thigh and he could see a bare foot appear above him.

"Noooo!" He screamed, shielding his face with his one working arm. But it was too late, the giant foot slammed towards him at tremendous speed and power. 

Spears of pain soared through his body, he pushed against the giant toes with his single working arm. He could feel the foot pressing down on him and he could hear his bones crunching below it. Through the immense pain, he realised that she had chosen not to completely crush his whole body, but merely disable him, crushing both of his legs in some kind of cruel game. 

The foot was lifted away and he could see a deep crimson stain on it's underside. Then giant fingers were clutching at his arm and he was picked up, there was another sharp stab of pain. His head hung as he was lifted higher and higher, and he looked down. What was left of his legs were twisted and mauled flesh. He didn't have the strength left to scream, tears of pain rolled down his cheeks as he dangled from the giant fingers, looking down at what had once been his fully functioning human body.  

Finally the fingers let go of him and he fell a short distance to a cold surface. 

Through his fading vision He was surrounded by plastic walls. Next to him, appeared to be giant animal biscuits, then he realised where he was. 

He was in an animal bowl. 

He looked up in horror to see the girl blow him a kiss and then slowly pushed the bowl outside the door. The door closed behind him and he laid back, writhing in pain and waiting for the inevitable. 

It didn't take long to come. Two pointed ears and yellow eyes appeared above him. 

He shut his eyes and was glad that the pain would soon be over. 

*

Katie shut the door, smiling to herself. Mittens, her cat, was even more cruel than she was and was very good at playing with her victims for quite a long time. That tiny slave, however terribly mauled, would be going through some considerable pain yet tonight. She didn't feel guilty in the slightest that she had disabled his every defence or ability to escape from the cat that would play with him to within an inch of his life. Only when he would be begging for his death would he probably then be consumed by the feline predator. 

She lifted her hand back to her face and looked at her other slave. He would either have to make her feel what she wanted to feel or he would die trying. This one was definitely for her and not for the cat... well, at least not for the cat yet... 

She turned the man over and slowly blew at his crotch, she giggled at the reaction, then threw the tiny man at the bed from across the room. 

His tiny form bounced and rolled to a stop. She padded slowly across the room, her hips slowly rolling from side to side as she approached him, shedding her clothes, until she was just wearing a thong. She dropped her underwear and stepped out of it as she continued to approach him. 

The tiny man started to back away from her and then suddenly darted into a sprint across the bed. 

Katie pounced onto him, cupping her hands around her victim. She could feel him wriggling about in her hands, like a fish out of water. He was clearly desperate to escape. 

That desperation served to turn her on, but it was not like the feeling with Michael. He hadn't run away from her. He had stood and faced her and he had endeavoured to please her. This was different. It was raw power she held over the tiny man, but the novelty soon wore off.

She opened her hands and rolled him over onto his back with her index fingers. She looked down at him, her polished nails appeared huge against his tiny muscular chest. She could feel his tiny chest rising and falling beneath her as she held him. He felt so fragile. 

As she looked down her chest she could see the terror on his face. 

'Tough luck' she mused. She crawled on her knees onto the bed and towered over him, shuffling her body until she was completely on top of him. Her giant pussy was right above him. 

Holding him in place with her left hand she started to rub at her labia and clitoris with her other. She bent backwards in delight as she continued to rub at herself. With her other hand she held the tiny body in place, she could feel him begin to struggle and roll, then he occasionally paused to observe the giant vagina being pleasured above him. It was the ultimate conflict. 

Katie continued to rub herself in circles, feeling the folds of her womanhood until she could feel her warm fluids begin to flow freely from her body between her fingers. 

She looked down just in time to see a long silvery stream of her fluids slowly drop down towards the tiny man's chest. He looked up at the approaching fluid in sickened terror, struggling, his arms and shoulders pinned down by her giant fingers, all he could do was to kick his legs and arch his back. 

She watched in pleasure as the thick fluid gooed across his chest and round his sides. He closed his eyes and she could see the distaste on his face. 

"How do I smell, tiny thing?" She asked her little slave in a husky voice. "Do you want some more?" With her free hand she slowly slid it down her chest to her neatly shaven pussy and down her labia. Her fingers slid inside her vagina. She gasped in pleasure at the conflicted look on the tiny slave's face, staring point blank at the beautiful giant fingers sliding inside the huge vagina. She could hear the squelch of her juices as she slowly turned her fingers inside herself and gently rubbed inside. 

She retracted her fingers, they were gooey and covered with her juices. She lowered them towards him. The tiny slave suddenly started to wriggle again, even more violently than before, the tiny head straining to resist, to no avail. Slowly Katie rubbed her wet fingers up and down the tiny slave's body. He shook his head to try and get his face clear of it, but her fingers rubbed them into his face. She could see him coughing and spluttering. 

Without any hesitation, Katie lowered her vagina towards her tiny slave. The folds of her labia touched against his tiny squirming body and should could feel his warmth. Still pinning him down with her hand, she pressed her pussy hard against the slave, she could feel him kicking out at her and she smiled in wicked satisfaction. She purred as the desperately struggling slave merely heightened her pleasure. She held him under her pussy as she slowly pressed harder and he seemed to struggle with more intensity, until he was completely pressed against the bed by her vagina. 

His struggling slowed, then ceased and she wondered whether she had killed him yet.

She slowly lifted her womanhood away from the tiny slave. She could see him start to squirm again, more slowly this time. His whole tiny body was glistening with her juices. He looked up at her, shaking his head and begging. She merely bit her lip as she lowered her pussy back towards him. She released him from her other hand and he immediately attempted to scramble away, but her pussy landed on top of him before he had a chance. 

The giant mound of flesh knocked him onto his front and he was suddenly pinned down by an enourmous weight. Katie could feel him slowly moving below her and then she started to rub. Slowly at first she dragged her huge vagina over his back, pressing down on him. Then she ground it back, she could feel her labia folding around him as she pressed down.  

She started to speed up and press harder and continue back and forth, the pitch of her voice and pleasure continued to increase to a crescendo as she rubbed her labia up and down his sorry body, crushing him into her bed. 

Her eyes were squeezed shut as she climaxed, both of her hands rubbing at her breasts and she almost screamed with the pleasure of the orgasm as it surged through her body. 

She gasped and collapsed backwards. 

A few minutes later, a still feeling slightly dizzy from her pounding orgasm, Katie sat up on her bed. 

She glanced down at the duvet. 

There was a pool of fluid, her fluids in fact and she finally caught sight of her little slave. 

He had managed to crawl away from her sticky juices and the huge wall of her vagina and had nearly made it to the end of the bed. There he had collapsed onto his front. She slowly approached him and watched up close. His chest was slowly rising and falling.

He was still alive. 

She stuck out an index finger and placed it on his side, rolling the limp body over. 

She could tell that he was looking at her through his fluttering eyelids, but she could tell that the terror had vanished and had been replaced by exhaustion. 

His whole body was bruised and Katie wouldn't have been surprised if he had a few broken bones. She continued to study him, his body was covered with crusted remains of her juices. 

Not many of her slaves survived one of her orgasms. Particularly ones as young and good looking as this. She didn't feel the same way for this one as Michael, but... she considered... perhaps she might let him live, if he managed to please her in another way. 

She smiled to herself... yes, she could do with a personal servant. 

She gently scooped up the limp body and walked him over to her bathroom to gently wash his body. If he still had the strength, Katie planned on nursing this one back to health.