Sarah took a step back and tripped as the giant woman raised her hand slowly, deliberately. Each movement Esmeralda the giantess took seemed as though it required massive effort and had all of the power of a plane engine behind it, though, deep down, Sarah knew the giantess moved just as gracefully and easily as she did.
Esmeralda's face had a look of playful concentration on her face. Her big eyes watched Sarah, darting back and forth as the tiny woman tried dodging the incoming hand and rolled across the surface of the desk she had set up the cage on. Normally, the desks was for letter-writing, though, in her husband's absence, Esmeralda had taken to using it as a space to try out makeup and to do her activities on. Money was of no concern to Esmeralda (not that she could have worked if it were), and the desk was littered with half-used makeup products, literary magazines, and other various assorted supplies.
Esmeralda brought her other hand to the desk and slammed it down right in front of Sarah, who had scrambled up off of her hands and knees and tried to break out into a run away from Esmeralda. Not that the poor little thing had anywhere to go. Sarah tried to stop herself in her tracks, but was unable to bring her body to a halt. The tiny woman's legs smacked right into the giant woman's hand, causing her to trip and fall face-first onto the table.
Esmeralda moved her hand away from the tiny woman, who collapsed to the table entirely. She watched as the tiny, fragile little woman breathed, her body heaving with each breath, and smiled to herself as Sarah slowly got up on her elbows, pushing herself up off of the table. Esmeralda thought to herself that she was glad that she procured such a tiny creature. Having Sarah around was fun. It was a lot of fun tormenting the poor girl, in fact. She had nothing but adoration for Sarah in her heart, of course. But Esmeralda wasn't content for Sarah to be her loyal pet. She liked scaring the little thing. It made her feel like she was in control, which, of course, her husband didn't allow, regardless of whether she was at home alone or with him. Sarah, then, would be her new outlet: her little bird, whom she would groom and adore, her stress toy, and her confidant.
Esmeralda didn't want to hurt Sarah, by any means. But watching the little thing spastically flee from her hands as she was so easily able to cause her tumbling over with one finger or the movement of her hand was endlessly amusing. It made Esmeralda feel good, in a way she had not felt in a long time.
Esmeralda reached one gigantic hand towards Sarah, who was, by now, standing up, and pinched the back of her tank top. "Come here, little bird" she said. Sarah struggled, flailing helplessly as she was dragged upwards by Esmeralda's pinching fingers as she got further and further from the table. She stopped struggling and found herself clinging to the fingers once she looked down, and realized that she was high, high off of the ground, and that struggling too much might cause her to slip right through the holes of her tank top and plummet downwards.
Esmeralda dangled Sarah inches away from her face, smiling at the tiny toy-like woman. She waved her hand in a little motion near the girl's body, causing her to jerk, afraid of being grabbed. It made Esmeralda giggle.
Esmeralda deposited the tiny woman into her other waiting palm. The tiny woman was much larger than her hand - perhaps six or seven inches tall. She'd have to measure her later. Sarah, not having anywhere to go but down, tried to remain still, but she started and jerked every time the giant woman moved.
Esmeralda used the first two fingers of her other hand and poked the bottom of Sarah's feet with her fingers. Her fingertips were roughly the size of the tiny woman's feet. Esmeralda then wiggled and pushed her fingers against Sarah, causing the tiny woman's legs to bend and pose themselves. Sarah tried to break the contact between Esmeralda and herself, but, being many times larger, Esmeralda was able to stop Sarah from breaking free with a little force and pressure.
Esmeralda felt herself get a little bolder. She made a show of inspecting Sarah's bare legs, as though she were inspecting the designs of some prized broach her husband threw at her upon returning home from Belgium. "You know, you have quite the figure. Or you would have, if you were around during the gilded age. You're so... stocky" Esmeralda said. She was attempting to be cutting.
Sarah felt herself feel small (even smaller than she already was). She didn't think there was anything particularly "stocky" about her body. She thought she was relatively slender, at least, for the day and age she came from in the 21st century. Esmeralda was practically a stick. But, that was the trend with many young women in the 20s, after all.
Esmeralda smiled, biting her lip to hide it. Her words had the desired effect. She wished she could talk to other people like that in her day to day life. But, unfortunately, being a socialite meant having to wear a fake face at all times. To be polite and sweet, even when some rich old man was treating her like some Dumb Dora. But, she knew she couldn't. So she'd just take it out on little Sarah.
Esmeralda lifted her fingers off of Sarah's legs, which had climbed all the way up to her thighs. "You must be some kind of gold digger or some kind of goofy call girl to dress like that and show so much skin. I'm sure the guys loved you when you were normal sized" she said. "Though they probably thought you were a skank or a floozy or something".
Sarah felt her face turn red. She was so embarrassed.
Esmeralda changed her tone, and slipped one finger behind the tiny woman's head, petting her hair. "Don't worry about that anymore. Now that I have you, I'll take good care of you. And I won't let anybody treat you like a skank anymore. Though you'll have to let me get you clothes more suitable for you. You can't dress like a tramp if you don't want people treating you like one.
Esmeralda slipped one giant finger underneath Sarah's loose tank top and lifted it, exposing her stomach. "Goodness! You're nearly wearing nothing at all under there. You really are a tramp" she said. That time, she hadn't meant to be so demeaning, though the words still cut. "I wonder if I can buy a chemise at your size" she said, letting Sarah's tank top fall downwards. "Something like what I'm wearing" she explained, motioning to what she was wearing - which looked like a big, puffy one-piece swimsuit covering everything below her shoulders down to her knees, only stopping at her upper shoulder.
It was certainly not to Sarah's modern sensibilities. But, then again, it seemed as though she was back in the 20s. And, unfortunately for her, Esmeralda could almost certainly overpower her and make her do or wear anything. She didn't like the idea of being her little pet or her puppet. She wondered how she even came to be so small and in Esmeralda's possession. Was it something about the book she read? She couldn't fathom it. And... time travel isn't real. Right?
Sarah's train of thought was broken when Esmeralda's face leaned in and planted a kiss right on her face, leaving traces of lipstick on it. "Eh, probably not. Not like it matters, though. You're barely even a person, now."
Esmeralda raised her hand and moved it towards Sarah's body. She was about to continue toying with the tiny woman when a door swung open.
"Excuse me, miss..." a feminine voice rang out.
Esmeralda's head swung towards the door. In her panic, she brought Sarah close to her chest, smacking her right against her sternum, causing Sarah's face to become quite acquainted with the bare skin of Esmeralda's chest. She struggled and made a cry, causing Esmeralda to tighten her grip and push Sarah closer to her chest. Sarah's leg was caught at an awkward angle, and stuck out from below Esmeralda's hand, squirming and kicking the giant woman's collar. Esmeralda tightened her grip again, as if to instruct the tiny woman to stop squirming, and lowered her slightly, causing the free leg to slip right between the giant woman's breasts. It kicked and flailed futilely, smacking into Esmeralda's breasts one at a time. The feeling was... odd to Esmeralda. She tried to ignore it. Sarah continued to flail. She freed her other leg and began to flail and kick with both legs. Esmeralda tried to stop the girl from squirming by shoving everything up to the tiny woman's thighs between her chemise and her breasts. Sarah still squirmed, though, with less room and the fabric squeezing her legs, she was able to do so less noticeably.
"Please do not come in right now, Dalia" Esmeralda said, curtly.
"Breakfast is ready, miss" the woman said. Sarah guessed she was a maid, based on how she was bringing the giantess food and how freely Esmeralda chastised her. At least she wasn't going to be the only outlet for Esmeralda's frustrations.
"Leave it in front of the door. I'll get it shortly. Now please get out." Esmeralda watched the maid leave with an icy stare. When the doors were shut, she hurriedly pulled Sarah's out from between her breasts and dumped the tiny woman on the table.
"Don't ever give yourself away in front of somebody else, little bird. And don't ever touch me like that again, or I'll swat you with my hand" she said. Her lips twisted into an irritated grimace and she raised her hand up, threatening the tiny woman. Sarah cowered, throwing her little hands up as she fell backwards. Esmeralda stared down at her again, driving her point home, and then, still frowning at the tiny woman, lowered her hand, slowly, to her side. She had no intention of hurting her cute little pet... but, sometimes, you had to be firm. And, sometimes, being firm with her pet made her feel good.
Sarah could only watch as the giantess sauntered away to retrieve her breakfast. When Esmeralda returned...
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