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Trigger Happy (11)
🕑 Added 2021-05-20 10:50:40 +0000 UTC‘Look alive, maggot!’ boomed a voice that shook the container in which Mia found herself. Without waiting for her to reply, the box was tipped and the tiny woman rolled out onto a cool surface. The frightened brunette curled herself into a ball, furtively looking around at the strange new environment. She could see the dull metal of the table that she was on, reflecting the blurry lights overhead. Beyond this plane, old, brick walls formed four walls around her, a pair of steel doors on opposite corners providing the only ways in, or out of the room. The harsh light was directly above her, and it hurt her tiny eyes to look up, but she was far too intrigued by the other person in the room.
‘I said, look at me!’ rumbled the gruff voice of the colossus, reverberating across the table. Mia slowly straightened out, sitting facing the huge figure and looking up her lean body. She wore a grey uniform top, with short sleeves and dark sweat stains under her arms. A badge was clipped onto a pocket placed carelessly on the side of her bosom, identifying her as a guard at the South Florida County Women’s Prison.
The fit, middle aged woman was not smiling, and the emerging wrinkles on her face were a testament to how rarely she did. Murky brown eyes glared down unforgivingly at Mia. The tiny girl could tell from the woman’s neatly ironed shirt, diligently tucked into black trousers, that she meant business. Her hair was out of sight, tied back tightly in a deep, red ponytail behind her. The baton on her hip stuck out to Mia like a clear and jarring warning.
‘I will not repeat myself to you, maggot. Stand up when I talk to you. Now!’ the 51-year-old hissed, and Mia found herself obeying without question, her blood running cold at the hatred in the giantess’s voice, ‘Good, now, take off those clothes!’
Mia hesitated for a second and Lois was only too happy to slam her fist on the table, knocking the prisoner off of her feet. The trembling criminal stared in shock at the display of violence, and slowly, peeled off her clothes. A thin smile spread across Lois’s pale face. She loved keeping her thumb on her wards, and the tiny ones just made it so much easier.
‘Good, now come here,’ the enormous woman grumbled, snatching Mia roughly off the table, then pushing the discarded clothes across the table and off the side, into a waiting trash can. She gripped the little brunette firmly and Mia yelped as she felt the powerful, bony fingers crushing her. Lois didn’t pay any mind to the little scumbag, and marched to the door opposite.
Her boots squeaked as she walked across the semi-wet floor of the shower room. Despite the glamorous name, it was little more than a tiled cubicle with a hose on a stand. Lois did enjoy spraying down the new meat, but it was a little less fun with the tiny prisoners, who you could do the same to anywhere. Still, she made sure to turn the tap to the coldest setting before shoving Mia under the powerful jet.
Mia screamed as the icy water blasted her naked body, freezing her skin. Lois crushed the little creature in her hand, rubbing her nude breasts along her skin and barely feeling it. After a full minute, the redhead pulled the half-drowned, shivering criminal out from under the water and shook her to get rid of the excess water. Mia felt like vomiting as the giantess violently jerked her up and down repeatedly, making her brain pinball around her skull. She should have been thankful for having been shrunken by a police weapon, because without the durability that it granted, she would have been dead from the sheer force.
Satisfied that she had adequately cleaned her prisoner, Lois grabbed a paper towel and wiped her, the rough material grating her skin. Mia struggled, but was powerless to stop the determined goddess from doing whatever she wanted. With that done, Lois marched out through another door, into a changing room. There, she tossed Mia onto the top of a plastic bench, grubby and coated with the mild, stale stench of a thousand asses. Mia rose to her hands and knees, looking around her.
‘Stop fucking around. Put on these clothes, and make it snappy!’ Lois barked. She tore open a little plastic packet and pinched some fabric between two fingers, tossing it onto the bench beside the tiny creature. Mia rushed over to it, not wanting to anger her captor. She found a loose fitting dress with machine-punched holes of her head, arms and waist. She pulled it on, thankful at least to have something to cover her nude body, but immediately felt her wet hair soak the back of the garment.
Once dressed, she looked up at the prison guard, towering over her. With the bench only just reaching the giantess’s knees, Mia was gazing right up at the woman’s crotch, and her position became all too clear.
‘Good, now, I’m only gonna say this once, so listen up,’ Lois announced, ‘You’re a prisoner at South Florida County Women’s, and in here, I am the law. You will do whatever I tell you, and whatever any of the guards tell you, or you’ll pay the price. Got it, maggot?’
The disgust in her words hit Mia like a ton of bricks. This woman did not see her as a human, wrongly shrunken for a crime she did not commit. To the redhead, Mia was just a criminal, and not something to show even a shred of kindness to. Pushing open another door, Lois marched deeper into the prison. The rooms were set out in order, so that the little prisoner was photographed and supposedly given the chance to make a phone call before entering the main prison, although the giantess barely stopped for the latter.
As they went, Mia noticed the gradually increasing volume of chatter and shouting, culminating in the wall of sound that affronted her delicate ears when the guard kicked open the door to the heart of the prison. Everything was sideways to the tiny human gripped in the giantess’s fist, but as the redhead’s enormous arm swung back and forth, Mia got a view of something other than the side of her leg.
The oldest part of the prison, which was now mainly the administrative wing and the processing areas, had been made of brick, but the ground beneath the huge woman’s boots was now concrete. The central walkway was flanked on either side by rows of cells, each one separated by a solid wall. The backs of the cells had no windows, leaving the only light in the inmates lives to come from the bulbs located in the central hallway.
Unlike the other three walls, the fronts of the cells were totally exposed, consisting solely of black, rusted bars, a small door at the center of each allowing the only access. As Lois walked on, Mia could see the insides of the cell: two beds, set on concrete blocks that rose from the ground, with curved edges and smoothed corners, a single sink was located beside an ancient looking toilet at the center of the back wall. And that was it. She noticed that some of the cells had a box beside the beds, or a stray shelf, but simplicity seemed to be the word.
The guard reached the end of the corridor and climbed a set of metal stairs up to a second floor. Mia tilted her head to look up, seeing three more floors above them. Each level above the ground had the cells spread around a ring, the middle of the building a void that led all the way down to the bottom. Metal rails were in place to stop anyone from falling, or being pushed off, but she doubted that they would do much to protect her.
They climbed up to the 4th floor, and the guard walked out onto the ring. Lois nodded to the guard standing on the opposite corner of the ring then stopped before a cell. Mia watched the giantess push a key into the huge lock and click it open.
‘Back up, maggots!’ she barked, at the prisoners inside the cell, ‘Face the wall!’
Mia suddenly felt weightless as the redhead released her grip, letting the tiny girl fall. Mia opened her mouth to scream, but she hit the ground before she got the chance. A sharp pain shot through her from her left shoulder, but she remained intact, groaning as she lay in a heap between the giantess’s feet.
The ground was dusty and cool, but the faint aroma of urine struck her tiny nose almost immediately. She stayed down as the titan continued to bark orders above her.
‘Alvarez, Santoro, I’m leaving you with a new cell mate,’ Lois snapped, ‘She’s gonna be here a while, so make her comfortable.’
Mia didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but didn’t dare to look up at the giantess, who was grinning cruelly down at her. She flinched as the prison guard raised her foot, but calmed down as the boot slammed down away from her, as Lois turned and walked out of the cell. The heavy click of a lock resounded and that was that.
Mia was just getting to her feet, the rough material of the orange garb that she wore, scratching against her skin, when her new cellmates turned around.
BOOM.
The shock of the heavy step made Mia’s bones quake, and she looked up at the woman that was now staring down at her. Sophia Alvarez was 57-years-old, but looked surprisingly young for it. The tall, well rounded woman had spent most of her adult life as the wife of a drug lord, until he was killed by police. She had been in prison since her 50th birthday, but still carried herself with the same pride and authority that she had felt entitled to by association.
With jet black hair hanging loose down to her back, she had a pretty face, albeit a little pale from her time indoors. Her jumpsuit was opened at the top, letting out the heat from her baking body, and even showing off her above average bosom, contained beneath a gray, fabric bra that was drenched in sweat. She had taken a step towards Mia, her thick leg like a tower block rising from a rubber slipper. The prisoners weren’t allowed to wear shoes, and while most opted to go barefoot, Sophia refused to walk around like an animal.
Mia stared ahead at the worn, pale blue rubber as it squished down beneath the goddess’s tremendous weight. Her truck sized toes went pale as they took the pressure, then regained their color as she stepped with the other foot to now stand over her. The tiny brunette had to crane her neck to look up at the goddess straddling her, the loose fabric around her lower legs suddenly hugging her huge thighs and wide hips.
The smell of sweat struck her immediately, and on either side of her, Mia could see the droplets of perspiration on the giantess’s feet. The puny woman stood up as the other giantess came over to get a look at her as well.
Jasmine Santoro had unzipped her jumpsuit down to the waist and had it tied around her. Her skinny upper body was covered by a thin, white tank top, leaving her arms bare. Mia could see the small curves of the woman's B-cup breasts beneath, her nipples just about visible through the fabric.
She walked with a surprisingly heavy step for a lean, 26-year-old, and the little woman felt the impact of each. Her bare feet were dirty, and the brief glimpses that Mia got of her soles were black with dirt. She stopped right beside the older woman, the two of them towering over her.
'What the fuck are you looking at?' Jasmine scowled.
'Calm down,' Sophia snapped, 'She's not trying to front.'
Mia was taken aback by the aggression, but was a little more at ease with the dark haired woman. Sophia squatted down, her huge legs parting and her crotch thrusting forward. Mia watched her huge, tan hand reach down for her. The towering fingers touched the ground around her and curled in, snatching her up. The giantess stood up and opened her palm, raising her into the air.
'She looks healthy,' Sophia commented, tilting her hand to look Mia over. The puny woman rolled around the vast palm. She wanted to protest, but she was moving too fast on the uncomfortably warm skin.
'So what? Garcia said the next one was mine?' Jasmine frowned, squaring off with her taller, bustier woman.
'Garcia said she'd think about it, bitch,' Sophia snapped, 'so we can take this gringa to her tomorrow.'
'Until then,' she said, closing her fist around the tiny girl, 'I'm gonna hang onto her.'
Mia yelped as she was entombed in the colossal, sweaty hand. She glimpsed the fuming face of the slimmer giantess, before she was in darkness once more. She felt the powerful muscles all around her, compressing her into a little ball. She figured out too late that her captor had little concern for her comfort.
Sophia's hand clenched into a fist, and the already folded Mia gasped as she was crushed by the titanic woman's grip. The giantess barely even realized what she was doing as she stared down Jasmine's glare.
'What are you gonna do about it?' the 57-year-old demanded. She spread her feet and stood up tall, towering a head taller than the skinnier girl.
Jasmine Santoro held the giantess's gaze for a few moments before stepping back, deciding not to waste her energy on a fight in the sweltering jail cell. No, she would make Alvarez pay for disrespecting her, but not here. The Latina would have her revenge on the courtyard, so for now she contented herself with waiting.
She walked back to her bed and picked up the little packet that the guard had thrown down, inspecting the contents. Jasmine had seen a few of these "welcome kits" before, for they arrived with each new shrunken fellon.
The Ziploc bag contained a few more crudely sewn dresses, and a sock that was to serve as a sleeping bag and mattress of sorts, though that was rarely what it ended up being used for.
Meanwhile, satisfied with her triumph, Sophia turned back towards her bed and grinned, looking down at her closed fist in anticipation. She reached out over her bed and opened her hand, but her little prize didn't fall out immediately.
Mia groaned as the walls around her retreated, but she found herself glued to the giantess's meaty palm by a combination of the pressure and the dried sweat on her skin. A violent shake of her hand did the trick and Mia was flung onto the bare mattress. She hit the firm, lumpy surface with a whack, rolling onto her back in exhaustion. Unfortunately, the view that she beheld was far from comforting.
