BlondZilla in Open House CL
Title: BlondZilla's Open House Trespasser
Rachel, a vivacious real estate agent, was preparing for an open house when she noticed something amiss. Little people often sought shelter in vacant houses, and she couldn't risk potential clients discovering them. Setting traps throughout the home, she waited anxiously for the day's events to unfold.
As the first guests arrived, Rachel's phone buzzed. A trap had gone off – someone was trespassing! Excitement coursing through her veins, she rushed to investigate. Opening the trap, she found herself face-to-face with a tiny figure clad in blue overalls.
"Well, well, look what we have here," Rachel purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Grabbing the intruder in her hand, she brought him up to eye level and grinned. "A trapped tiny little squatter!"
The tiny figure trembled in her grip, his heart pounding against his ribcage. "I-I'm sorry, miss," he stuttered, his voice barely audible. "I won't do it again, I promise!"
Rachel smirked and dropped him back into the box. "Don't worry, little guy. I'm sure you'll be able to squeeze through those cracks again soon enough." She winked and picked up her phone, dismissing him from her thoughts for now.
As the day wore on, Rachel fielded questions from eager buyers. But her mind kept drifting back to the tiny trespasser. What had he been doing in the house? And who else might be lurking around? Her curiosity piqued, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
Finally, after the last guest had left, Rachel returned to the house. She scoured every inch of the property, her gaze darting left and right. Satisfied that she was alone, she made her way back inside.
Crouching down by the box, Rachel opened it once more. The tiny figure inside trembled with fear. "Well, well, well," she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "I thought I told you there were no more little visitors in this house."
Before he could respond, she scooped him up in her hand and brought him up to eye level. His heart raced as he stared into her cold, steely gaze. "I-I'm sorry, miss," he stammered again. "I won't do it again, I promise!"
Rachel laughed darkly. "Oh, but you will," she purred menacingly. "Because you're coming with me." She tossed him into her purse and stood up, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
Once home, she dumped the terrified figure onto her table. The tiny man cowered in fear as she towered over him, her massive form casting an ominous shadow. "You almost blew my chance to sell this house," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I was so flustered after catching you, I couldn't concentrate."
She sighed heavily and rubbed her feet, wincing in pain. "These damn heels," she muttered under her breath. Suddenly, her eyes lit up with an evil gleam. "I think I have an idea," she said, smirking.
She leaned in close, her warm breath washing over him. "I'm going to get some use out of you," she purred menacingly. "But first, you're going to obey me. Every command. Do you understand me?"
The tiny figure nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, rub my feet."
As she stretched her legs out before him, he couldn't help but marvel at their size. Her feet seemed like mountains compared to his tiny frame. Trembling, he began to rub her feet, his hands moving slowly up and down her aching muscles.
Rachel closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, enjoying the sensation of his small hands massaging her aching feet. After a while, she opened her eyes and sat back, admiring her handiwork. "That's enough for now," she said with a satisfied smile. "But don't think this is over."
She leaned down again, her face mere inches from his. "I could easily crush you into paste," she whispered, her breath fanning over him. "But for now, I'll let you live. Just remember – if you ever disobey me again, it'll be the last thing you ever do."
With that, she picked him up and threw him to the floor. He landed with a soft thud, the impact jolting his body. Rachel laughed cruelly and walked away, leaving him there to stew in his fear and helplessness.
As the days turned into weeks, Rachel continued to use the tiny figure for her own amusement. Sometimes she'd make him clean the house, or run errands for her. Other times, she'd torment him for her own pleasure. But one thing was clear – his life had been forever changed by this chance encounter with the powerful real estate agent.
