Humanitarian Slaves - Part 1 (Patreon)

As the head psychologist of the “Shrunken Lives Matters” foundation, Jess had full power regarding the fate of what they call “Survivors”.

It’s either post shrunken, or shrunken men who suffers from a significant trauma from their time as slaves.

She abused this power in horrible ways, in fact 90% of her diagnoses defined survivors as lost causes, sending them to life of slavery under the politically correct title of “Humanitarian Slavery”, of which was no different than the horrible trauma they suffered that caused them to meet her in the first place.

Since it was a non-profit organisation, no one supervised her, she could literally do whatever she wanted.

And before vacations - Jess made sure to diagnose as much humanitarian slaves as she could so she will have with what to play with while she relaxes herself in a foreign country.

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You were a teacher in high school, and you caught the shrinking virus while patrolling the hall, a teenager found you and made you her private play thing.

She tortured you in every way possible, the worst was when she was studying on her laptop after a workout - she used a duct tape to stick your head in between her toes, so her foot sweat will accumulate at your face and you’ll have no choice but to sip and swallow the sweat in order to stay alive.

After 3 years of torment, one of her friends found out about it and called SLM for help, they got to her place with police officers and released you, they caught her in action while she forced you to lick her feet.

The volunteers were very nice to you, but you were scared, damaged, mentally broken. Just by being held by a volunteer you screamed and begged for mercy by instinct, she placed you in an aquarium with a merciful face.

“Just imagine what she did to him, poor thing”, she told her fellow volunteer as they drove to the HQ.

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When you got there, you were immediately labeled as a special case, “extreme torment” is how they labeled your aquarium, you were immediately taken to Jess office to get diagnosed.

After a long wait she went out of the office and brought your aquarium in, then picked you up and placed you on the desk, you squirmed and screamed as she did it but she ignored it completely.

“Ok then, I went over your file, and they already questioned and released the girl who tortured you so I also have her testimony”

You quivered on the desk, “they.. they released her???”

Jess shrugged, “well, obviously, she was just having fun”, she said indifferently and went over the pages in front of her.

“So you were under extreme torment, now having a phobia of any human touch, blah blah blah…” she skipped through the pages quickly, “the duct tape thing, she taped your head between her toes?” She asked with a smile.

You were shocked and terrified with her attitude, you slowly nodded, approving her question, then she burst into laughter, “oh this girl is a genius, that’s hilarious”, you gulped and stayed quiet while she laughed at your horrible trauma.

“Anyway, you’re obviously not going back to your old life, you are already broken, she did a thorough job”.

“What… what does it mean…” you asked in a terrified tone.

“In general - It means you will stay a pathetic slave, that’s what you are now, I hope you understand that yourself”

“But… I’m shrunken, my life matters, that’s what the foundation is all about, no? Can’t you hel-“

“Oh your life matters all right, my feet could really use someone like you, they tend to sweat a lot, especially between the toes, I understand you are an expert on this”, she giggled.

You looked at her, frozen in terror and shocked, her cynical cruelty was unbelieavable.

“How could possibly your pathetic life matter more than that? Licking my feet would be the pinnacle of anything you could achieve”, she continued with a smile, laying backwards smiling, “I mean, you were a teacher, what’s more pathetic than that? I hate teachers”, she paused for a moment, “anyway, humanitarian slavery, walk back to your cage if you don’t want me to touch you”, she opened the cage’s door with her fingers and pointed inside.

After what she just said you realized it’s a done deal, you slowly walked inside the cage and she closed it behind you.

She placed the cage on the floor next to her feet and continued seeing patients, you heard her insulting reactions to all of them, and by the end of the day 2 more cages were on the floor next to you. It felt like she kept the most dire cases to herself.

She bent down and checked you all out with a smile, then opened the cages and picked the other guys throwing them in your cage. She picked it and went to her car, placing you beneath her chair and drove home.

You could see that the others are just as traumatised, every one of you took a different corner in the cage, you didn’t talk to each other, you were too depressed and shocked, you all believed you are being saved and in a second you’ve found out that you are a “lost cause” and your nightmarish life will continue as they are, maybe even worse.

When she reached home she started packing up, choosing clothes and different objects and placed them in her suitcase, then grabbed a big cloth bag and placed the cage inside, every time she looked at you she just smirked proudly, but didn’t say anything, you felt like she’s looking at you like you would look at a prize you won.

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At the airport when security noticed the cage, they all had confused faces, but when they started talking with her she proudly flashed her SLM card, “these are my humanitarian slaves, I’m helping them on duty”, and it passed her all the way to the airplane and her destination, a resort in Cyprus.

As she unpacked her things, she placed the cage on a desk beside her bed, then one of you got closer to the bars in her direction, holding them and looking at her, she noticed him and looked back amused.

“Why.. why have you brought us here”, he asked, his voice shaking, you could just imagine what he has been through.

She laughed, “it’s my vacation silly, my feet won’t lick themselves”, she changed her dress to a swimsuit while explaining, getting naked in front of you without any hesitation, like you weren’t human, just some objects in the room, she was far more beautiful than your previous captor, she had a goddess vibe, both by look and character, then the man gulped and went back to sitting in his corner, mumbling stuff, you noticed he’s having a serious boner, then you looked down and realized you are also aroused, it made you blush, it’s been a very long time since you felt like that.

She took you all out of the cage and went to the entrance of her room, sitting at the entrance then placing you all down on the pavement next to her feet.

“So let’s start with something basic, worship me, call me goddess, and beg me for mercy - oh believe me, you’re going to need it”, she ordered with joy and you all obeyed, getting on your knees, the other 2 quickly started kissing and licking her feet but you stayed 1 cm away, you were shaking, your trauma kicked in.

The smell of her sweaty feet after the flight gave you chills and reminded you of very horrifying memories. You entered a panic attack, you just kept kissing the pavement in front of her feet, you heard her giggling from above.

“Oh I just love how obedient you all are, what about you teacher? Get in there, I want to feel your tongue”

She reached her finger on top of your head, you immediately started squirming in panic, just the touch kicked in your trauma, “Wait! Wait goddess wait!” You screamed in panic but she just shoved your head between her toes, putrid sweat started accumulating over your face, you screamed and quivered helplessly but with no other choice got your tongue out and started licking in the grime and sweat.

“Oh you are being so dramatic”, she giggled, “just some foot sweat of a goddess, what’s wrong?” She pushed harder, and squeezed her toes over your head a little, she started laughing as you kept squirming involuntarily like crazy.

It was all out in the open, some people passed by with confused faces but she just had her SLM card next to her, she could do it inside the room but she wanted others to see it, it made her feel more powerful.

After a while she released the squeeze and you managed to pull out, quickly trying to wipe off her foot sweat from your face, “now do it on your own, worship me, or I’ll do it again”, she said in a cold tone yet a big smile.

Scared, you placed your face above her toes and started kissing, “good boy, excellent job everyone, this vacation is going to be just perfect”, she said in satisfaction and laid back at the door, sighing in pleasure as you all licked and kissed her feet, begging for mercy and calling her goddess.

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End of part 1