Amanda was riding fairly high at this point. Not only did she have one of her tiny slaves stimulating her as if her life depended on it, (which, really, it completely did), but she had five more tinies to play with, including one of her most hated enemies. The combination of sadistic power lust, physical pleasure, and intellectual thrill of knowing that it was her own technology that made it all possible...the blond mad scientist was practically in bliss. She briefly paused to wonder if it could possibly get any better?
Well, now that she thought about it...
She reached idly for her cell phone, her hand passing over where the reduced members of the cheer squad cowered in absolute mortal terror, convinced she was reaching for another of them. All things considered, this was a prudent assumption on their part, although incorrect in this exact instance. None of them wanted to follow their unfortunate comrade into Amanda's undergarments; the demented giantess's occasional small moans of satisfaction were a constant reminder of the poor girl's fate.
Ignoring her prisoners for now, Amanda sent a quick text message to Misery, only one cabin over from her.
'Are you busy?'
She waited a few moments, until the reply came.
'I was about to start playing with my tinies. What do you want?'
'Ignore them. Come to my cabin. I've got something to show you.'
'K.'
A moment later, Amanda stood on (not surprisingly) shaky legs to answer the door, allowing the purple-haired goth inside. Misery was actually a bit annoyed at her planned games being interrupted, but Amanda hadn't steered her wrong before. Quite the contrary; she'd always been well-served by participating in the blond's experiments.
"So, what's up?" she asked casually, not immediately noticing the oddly distracted look on Amanda's face, or the blush in her cheeks.
"I've got someone special for us, Misery," Amanda announced proudly, leading her test-subject to the small desk. Misery's eyes lit up in recognition when she saw the shrunken cheer squad.
"Is that...Mindy?"
"And her cronies, yes," Amanda noted. "Right where they belong. At our mercy."
At the sight of the towering gothzilla before her, Mindy decided to take a chance and beg for help. She doubted Misery would aid her; she barely knew the girl, but the two hadn't really gotten along in their few interactions. And if she was Amanda's partner in this madness, that boded even worse for her chances.
But, hell, it couldn't possibly make things any worse.
"Misery!" she shrieked, sounding more like a "squeak" than a proper "shriek" at her scale. "She's insane! A pervert! She dropped Jodi in her panties! It's sick!"
Misery raised an eyebrow, regarding her partner in crime. "You dropped one of them in your-"
Amanda's blush intensified. "Oh, like you're one to judge," she noted, eyes darting to the side for a moment.
"And she's still there?"
Amanda nodded, smiling slightly. "She's a fighter," she noted with satisfaction.
"...you're kind of messed up, you know?" Misery said, completely serious. After a moment, her expression broke, and she started laughing. Mindy's heart sank upon hearing this; it provided confirmation that the goth girl wasn't going to be sympathetic to their plight.
"So, what should we do with the rest of 'em?" Misery asked, eying the girls on the table with a predatory glint in her eye.
Amanda already had her answer ready.
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