"Well...look who we have here." The grating, snarky voice of Hanna Chambers wriggled its way into your eardrums as you stared back at her, the girl's eyes gleaming with unrestrained malice.
She had opted to wear a cheerleader costume, and she pulled the attire off so well it was obvious she'd been a cheerleader back in high school. The tight and extremely revealing sports bra combined with the itty-bitty mini-skirt really accentuated the girl's toned physique, even in the face of her leaner and less curvaceous frame. Her entire mid-riff was bare, tight abs on full display, her brunette silver-tipped hair was pulled back, and twin pom-poms dangled from her hip to complete the look.
Hanna was a relatively new addition to your life's assortment of cruel women who seemed to only exist to torture you, but she'd nonetheless established herself as a threat clearly and concisely. As a lifeguard working at The Oasis, she'd had many opportunities over the last few months to get her hands on you (because of your family's frequent visits, and going with Mari during some of her work shifts), and she'd ensured that you'd suffered greatly each time. You didn't even think there was anything special about you, it was just some kink she had of torturing all tinies.
Although there were definitely some common threads in Hanna's behavior. Like the day you'd spent ironed into Selena's ass cheek like a little tattoo, or the three day period you'd been glued onto Viola's flip-flop, or the week spent padding out the back of Mari's lifeguard uniform. Each time, Hanna didn't use herself to torture you, but made sure one of the other lovely ladies of your life did the dirty work. And yet, she'd somehow always find a reason to be nearby, as if she thrived off of watching you experience the humiliation and pain directly.
If you didn't know any better, you'd say Hanna might've even wished to experience what she put you through herself...but you hardly knew her well enough to start psychoanalyzing her. Especially when you usually were putting as much effort as possible into staying away from her.
You wriggled uselessly in her grip. "H-Hanna...let me go!" You shouted, prompting her smirk to widen.
"Uh, obviously, little freak. Why would I want to keep one of you bugs for myself?" Hanna scoffed, loving every second of belittling you. "Surely I'm entitled to a bit of fun first? Especially because you're in for a really busy night, bug boy."
You growled at her, fed up with so many women in your life tormenting you for such petty reasons as boredom of a contrived sense of superiority. "Maybe find a better way to get yourself off, Hanna! It's sad seeing you so devoted to a 'bug' like me, really. You talk a big talk, but don't walk it."
Hanna blinked, the only sign that she was taken aback by your verbal thrashing. Instead, she used a single sharp fingernail to slice your clothes into ribbons, leaving you naked in her hands. Frantically, you blushed and tried to cover yourself up, but Hanna merely moved your hands aside with her thumb, allowing her to leer lecherously at your crotch.
Her grin was vile. "Someone's feeling brave, huh? What do you have to be brave about, bug boy? Got a nice loving family, a pretty girlfriend, some self-confidence?" Hanna chuckled darkly, and then licked her lips. After a moment, she pursed her lips, and a fat glob of spit splattered down onto your head, causing you to cry out in disgust (which was a terrible reflex, as it only allowed her spit to filter into your own mouth).
"You've got nothing, bug!" Hanna continued. "Family? Like they'd really care if you vanished forever. You're a novelty, nothing more. Dropped like a sack of shit when it's inconvenient. And Mari? When did you start dating her? Ten years ago, or some shit? You really think she loves you? That this isn't just some childish love? Of course it is! And one day soon, she'll realize it, wake up, and get with a real partner. She'll get with Selena, and leave you in the dirt like you deserve! True love doesn't fucking exist for little nobodies like you!"
Hanna then curled her finger back, and snapped it forward into your crotch, decimating your dick with the force of a full-speed train. You howled in pain, delirious with agony, and Hanna only laughed again.
"And as-if you'd ever be able to pleasure someone with this fucking little thing. Disgusting." She practically cackled, amused by your limply hanging body as she walked into another corner of the party.
When she arrived at her destination, Hanna squatted down low to the ground. She then reached a hand down her top, and pulled out a small super-strength adhesive strip from a packet of similar adhesive strips. You recognized it on sight, Hanna having used that same adhesive to get you stuck onto Viola's flip-flop that one time, and then another time onto the entrance to the employee locker room right on the floor mat, ensuring you spent a week and a half being ground into paste as the lifeguards filtered past day in and day out.
Before you could begin questioning what Hanna was doing, you took a glimpse of your surroundings...and paled in fear.
Hanna had taken you over to the dance floor section of the room, which you hadn't initially noted due to it not being in use yet. Still, the floor had been cordoned off in a specific section reserved for dancing, a wide enough area to probably fit about twenty unaffected at once, and the floor had been recently cleaned to allow for as smooth movements as possible...except for four barely noticeable tan splotches spread out across the area.
It was four other tinies Hanna had already gotten to...and now you were the fifth victim!
(Unbeknownst to you, but two of the tinies were strangers, people you'd never met before. The other two, however, were Jun and Shui, who had opted to attend the party with their big sis. The second Lihua's back was turned, they'd been snatched by Hanna and glued onto the dance floor, and Lihua had been too busy so far to be concerned by their absence, well aware of her brothers' tendencies to be reckless.)
You tried to scream, but it came out muffled as Hanna smeared your mouth shut, and then she attached the super adhesive strip to your back. You could feel the donging agents digging into your flesh, practically fusing with you. It only got worse as Hanna dropped you onto the dance floor face-up, and then stomped on you three times with her sneaker, making sure you were nice and secure. Each stomp was short but painful, and by the time she was done, you were as flat as a pancake, and super-glued to the floor.
No sooner had she done so than the lights in the room flashed and the music died down. Hanna gave you a wink, and then sauntered off.
"Everyone!" The melodic voice of Lihua called out. "I hope you're having an amazing time! Right now, we're going to move into the dance competition portion of the evening! For those who don't know the rules, I'll example. Simply put, if you have the courage to compete, you'll enter the dance floor area and move and groove to your heart's content. There are no points, and no technique scores. The winner is whoever is left standing without needing to sit down! And the winner will receive a $100 gift card to a store of their choosing! And, to be fair, I won't be participating, of course!"
The room erupted into cheers, laughter, and happy shouts, and then that noise was replaced with the bone-chillingly terrifying sound of a stampeded of women hurrying over to claim their spot on the dance floor. You could feel the reverberations of the approaching horde, and you fought with all your might to peel free from the floor, but the glue strip held strong for the time being. You switched instead to trying to reform your mouth, hoping you could scream out for someone's attention...even though the soon-to-be-blaring music and low lighting really made your situation seem helpless.
But it wasn't just you! It was you and four other affected, about to face a horrible fate all because of one woman's perverse sadism!
Staring straight up, your blood went cold as you saw Lauren, Rio, Jenna, Ashley, Mari, Sydney, Dodger, and others approach the dance floor and get into place, and in the distance you could hear Lihua starting the music back up. This was about to become a nightmare, and one that would possibly be shaped by the woman who first chose to dance over your trapped body. You could only hope that they'd see or hear you before it was too late.
1) First up is your mother, who obviously doesn't even think to look down at her feet. You're helplessly crushed by her, and your long night is only just beginning.
2) First up is Jenna, who spots you and the other tinies right before hell breaks loose. She alerts Lihua, and the dancing is paused to rescue you and the other affected! Hooray!
3) It hardly matters who is up first, because their foot crushes you before you get a good look. Even more alarming, you peel free from the floor after they step off, glued to the bottom of their shoe instead of the floor! Who are you stuck to?
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