Tiny Woman

A/N-sorry about the format- if the text runs off the page, make the font smaller and it will all fit in the box. sorry-trying to fix!
PS-this story contains alot of explicit stuff...see the warnings. dont like, dont read. simple.

The impossible happened. All right, not the impossible, but the improbable. One thing for sure, no one saw it coming. We had fought so long and so hard to ‘liberate’ the barbaric enemy. The seemingly innocent announcement that female infertility was on a shocking rise changed that. In the very center of capitalism, women-fertile women, became the hottest commodity around.
Laws were passed to boost interest in creating a new generation, as well as to ‘protect’ women. Men with fertile women in their households received incentives, which increased nicely when the woman began having children. To protect women, the law stipulated that the woman must be married to the father of the children so that the paternity of each child was clear. This was supposed to protect women from becoming breeding cows, or a man from having a harem of women. For the most part, it worked, and the world rested safe knowing its existence was no longer in jeopardy.
Rumors, urban legends, if you will, began circulating about fertile women being abducted and forced to marry and produce children so the man could reap the benefits- without actually breaking any (or many) laws. Some of the more paranoid women married to men they already knew, for protection. Some, slightly more paranoid and much more defiant women took it a step further.

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The man walked down the street to a cafe, as he did often, and was, as usual, largely unnoticed. A very short and plain man, with dishwater blonde hair in a rather unkempt style, slight circles under large green eyes and pale lips. Add in a long, thin nose and a rather plump figure and you got a man that certainly didn’t have many female friends asking for marriage. Not to say, that the thought of marriage wasn’t often on his mind, because it was.
Perusing through the paper and sipping on rather scalding coffee, the man was still acutely aware of a figure approaching him. He looked up.
“Would you care for some company?” a large man asked. He was everything the first man wasn’t- tanned, well built and handsome. The first man merely nodded and pushed the seat out. The second man reached for a section of paper and they sat in odd silence for about a minute. “I don’t suppose you would be interested in company…of a different sort?”
“How do you mean?” the first man questioned in a raspy voice, perhaps vocal cords abused by too much scalding beverages.
“Of the female kind. It can…happen, you know.” the second man said, obviously speaking carefully like a man trying to be discrete when its painfully obvious to everyone exactly what he’s talking about.
“Can it?” the first man questioned, tensing with something- excitement, anticipation, it was hard to tell. The second man put a card on the table as he stood up and walked away. The card simply had a number on it which the first man pondered for all of 5 seconds before leaving money on the table and going home.
“I think we got one.” The second man informed a yet unknown individual on his cell phone. “Excellent.”

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Days later, the incident was almost out of the first man’s tired mind when he returned home to find his small apartment rather empty. More empty than usual, in fact….
A large hand covered the small man’s mouth from behind and the person held the man tight as another set of hands bound him at the wrists and feet, gagging and blindfolding him as well. The small man was fighting furiously against the much larger man, to no avail, even though he landed a few good ones before thrown over the shoulder of one and thrown unceremoniously into the back of a van moments later. One of the larger men landed on top of him and began ripping clothes of the small man, still trying to kick and buck him off. He ripped off the shirt and the pants and shoes and finally the fake belly to reveal full breasts and rounded hips under the fake fat of the small woman.
“Knew it!” the man gloated while the second man began the car and drove off to destination unknown. “Terrible shame I can’t have any fun with this missy, by orders, but don’t think that’s gonna help you later.” by this time, the woman had regained her fire and began bucking and kicking again, only to be restrained on the floor of the van while the man pulled out a machine and began putting a jelly on her naked stomach. He pressed a device to her stomach and images on the ultrasound screen proved what they had suspected- she was fertile. “He pays more for that, you know.” The man winked at the nearly-naked woman before working the now rather ill-fitting clothing back on her body.

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The car stopped a while later, but her entire body was already sore from the confinement and the handling. She was scooped up, not one ounce more gentle than the last time, and swung over a shoulder. She was aware of being carried through doors, probably into a house and dumped on the floor where she immediately raised up on her knees, as far as she was allowed before a rough hand forced her to stay down.
“That’s the last one.” The man declared and the sound of money transferring hands ended the transaction. Then the man left her kneeling on the floor before parties unknown.
“Go ahead, boys.” A voice came out and several pairs of feet moved to do as they were told. The woman’s feet unbound and blindfold was being removed as a voice said behind her, “Girl, have we got plans for you!” her right foot shot out behind her and met its target.
As the blindfold fell away, she was grabbed on either side as the fallen man let out a rather impressive stream of obscenities. Before she could focus, she was dragged in front of the man and gaped to see Jack, Her old boss in front of her and her old co-workers around her, the boys holding her on her knees in front of them and the girls still on the floor where they had been dumped with her.
“I really had hoped you’d set a good example for the other girls.” His eyes narrowed. “But all is not lost. You will set a good example. Turn her around.” He practically growled as the two boys holding her complied. She was turned to face her female former coworkers eyeing her nervously in a large entryway while she heard the sounds of a belt being unfastened behind her. The first blow landed.
Remaining quiet was easier than expected because she was still gagged. After every blow, Jack would speak, “You all are now our property” WHACK “You will respond to what we call you and you will address the boys as “Sir”..” WHACK “and me as “Master” WHACK “These collars you will wear” WHACK “will prevent you from leaving the property without permission.” WHACK. The woman was swaying with every strike now, as the strong arms of her former friends held her up. The list went on with each blow delivered, when dinner was to be ready, that they weren’t allowed to read or write, they would eventually be married off to the boys and produce children. The future looked worse and worse when the list finally ended and the boys let go. The woman slumped to the ground.
An almost gentle hand pulled her up as one of the boys, Chris, kneeled beside her and fastened a collar around her neck. She growled around the gag as another boy unbound her hands.
“You know better than to try that stuff again, don’t you, Tiny?” Chris said as he patted her head and moved to remove the gag.
“Don’t” Jacks voice came from behind them. “I think that should stay in for a while so she learns her place.” He then addressed all the girls, now properly collared and unbound and ungagged, all wisely staying silent. “Go downstairs to your rooms and unpack. But don’t get too comfortable, you will all be married off soon and living with your husband.” some of the boys snickered at this, “Remember dinner must be prepared and on the table at 6 o’clock sharp. And don’t any of you dare help ‘Tiny’ or you WILL get the same.”

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authors note: its totally fiction and my own work, so dont flip. Should I continue??