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.Returns on Investments	By : keithcompany Category: G through L > Leverage Views: 3448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is inspired by, but not loyal to, the show Leverage. I do not own Leverage.. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"About damned time," he growled. He pushed the table, still on its side, against the wall. Her corner became an alley. He filled the space between the wood and the brick walls. Then he knelt and shuffled forward.
"Ooooh," she moaned. Her last idea was to run right at him, imagining herself running up his front, over his shoulder and away.
She ran under his hands, well inside his reach. His arms swung down. She jumped, one foot on his knee, then the other planted square on his crotch.
He hissed sharply and folded in pain. His chest hit her face and knocked her down to the floor. Her pursuer landed on top of her.
She fought but it was like trying to fight her way out of a coffin. His shirt covered her face, his smell filled her lungs. He groaned and the vibrations shook her body.
He finally rolled to the side just enough to reach under and grab her. She twisted and kicked, but his grip around her waist stayed firm.
"That's enough of that," he panted. He sat back and looked her over. Then he touched her. Nothing she did prevented him from pinching, stroking, squeezing whatever he wanted.
"That was a little too interesting," he said. "If we do it again, don't try so hard."
"Bite me," she spat. He smiled, showing two rows of shiny, sharp teeth. "Um…or not," she said more softly.
He stood and walked towards the duffel.
Corey dumped his prize in with the other two and left the loft. The women didn't bother screaming. The only other person that knew of the loft apartment in the defunct brewery was Ellie. She was either too late to help or biding her time.
The three women were tossed around on the pile of money for a while. Then they heard a car trunk shut. There wasn't any less light inside the duffel but Meryl maintained that it felt darker somehow.
"I mean, we're riding in the trunk of someone who is mad at us," she explained. Kira grunted.
"What was that?" Bradley asked. "Agreement or disagreement?"
"That was me peeing on some of the money," Kira explained.
"Oh, that's going to make him mad," Meryl said.
"I think the head wound he got has already taken care of that."
"How did he get a head wound?"
Bradley described the chase, and the way the apartment looked when she'd last seen it. Meryl groaned a bit at the destruction, but cheered each wound.
After the final capture, Bradley fell silent. They listened to the car for a bit.
"Where do you think Ellie is?" Kira finally asked.
"Two cars behind Corey's," Bradley replied. "Waiting for her moment to strike."
"Think he knows about her?"
"No," Meryl said. "He bought the fourth stack being for investors. I think she-"
The car stopped and the engine died. After a moment, the trunk opened and they were hoisted into the air. From the bouncing, Bradley could imagine a real bounce in his step.
There was a door or two, a flight of stairs and finally the bag was dropped on the floor. He unclipped it and opened it up. "Home!" he announced. Bradley watched as he scooped up Kira and Meryl, lifting them up into the pool of light overhead.
As soon as his back was turned, she tried to tip the bag over to make her escape. It wouldn't budge. The stack slumped a bit but that was all.
"Next," he said. She tried to dodge his grip but there was no place to go. He had her around the waist and lifted her up.
She had a brief view of a half-finished basement. The lights were bare bulbs but there was a pool table, a few chairs and a TV.
And a tank.
Thick plastic paneling bolted to a wooden base made what looked like a display case from a really cheap museum. Inside was a toy bus, Kira and Meryl.
The entire lid was hinged to open, as well as a smaller hatch inside the bigger lid. Corey used that to lower her in, dropping her the last couple of feet.
Well, she corrected, the last couple of inches. She bounced one her feet and looked around.
Allowing for their reduced size, the case looked to be about four feet long, three feet wide and two feet deep. That put the roof, and escape, one body length over her head.
Kira was drifting over to look at the toy bus. According to the side panel, it was Barbie's band's tour bus.
Meryl was looking up at the smiling face of their captor. "What now? What are you going to do to us?"
"Not much right away," he said. "Busy day." His yawn started out fake, but seemed to turn real after a moment. "You guys make yourselves at home. I'll be back tomorrow night."
He turned and stomped up the stairs. Bradley looked around. There was no food or water in their cage, no drain. As a thief, she estimated the sides to require several hours with power tools to penetrate. She wondered if Barbie's Band toured with jaws of life.
She also noticed a web cam set up outside the wall at one end of the cage. She flipped it off.
"Guys!" Kira screeched. Bradley turned to see that the bus door was open. What had the bastard put in there, a tarantula? Rats? She ran to her friend's aide, Meryl right behind her.
A little bit of light came in through the windows and a translucent strip on the bus' roof. They could see a cramped driving area, kitchen, entertainment pit. Of course, most girls playing with it would unfold it across the floor, making it much more spacious.
The back of the bus had bunks for four members to sleep in. Kira was kneeling beside the bottom one on the right.
Meryl stepped up and gasped, a quick intake of breath. Bradley stepped to her side and looked down.
Ellie lay on the bunk. She was naked, like the rest of them, and curled up in a filthy mess. She'd been badly beaten, cuts and scabs were all over her body. And she'd soiled herself. The muscular woman looked like she'd collapsed in on herself.
And she looked tiny. Even next to the other shrink victims.
If the three of them were the size of Barbie Dolls, Ellie was the size of Polly Pocket.
The only cloth in the whole bus was the privacy curtains over the windshields. Kira and Bradley yanked them down and tore them into rags. There was a working pump at the sink, and Corey had even filled it with water.
Bradley thought Kira looked like she was doing burlesque CPR as she worked the pump designed for giant thumbs.
They finally took the wetted cloths to the bunk room. Bradley gasped at the sight of Meryl. The prim and refined woman hardly let her food touch other food on her plate. But right now, she held a muck-covered woman in her lap, comforting her though it smeared shit over her legs and chest.
"What?" Meryl asked, looking up at the other women.
"Uh…" Bradley wasn't much for social conventions. If there was a friendly way to say 'you're not the priss I always thought you were,' no one had explained it to her.
"She looks so small," Kira said. She pushed one shoulder against Bradley's shoulder blade. "In your lap, she looks tinier and more pitiful."
"Yeah," Bradley agreed. Then they knelt to wipe the little warrior clean.
She didn't open her eyes, but she did wince and whimper at their touch. Meryl cuddled her close and whispered soothing things.
They got the worst of the crap off of both women and the bunk. Bradley took the rags outside. She smeared the shit and blood across the inside of the tank wall, right across from the web cam. Then she used her finger to draw something obscene in the stain.
She dropped the rags and went inside.
Kira had pumped more water into the sink to clean herself off. She made room for Bradley as the other came inside.
An exhaustive search showed no other assets to be had. Everything was either painted in place or molded plastic.
They all sort of drifted together on Meryl's bunk, cuddling for warmth on the vinyl surface. They slept fitfully.
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"Gotta go to work!" Corey shouted. The women started in place. Kira was the first one to stumble to the door and open it. Bradley didn't feel like stepping out just yet. She slid into the driver's seat and looked out the windshield.
Meryl carried Ellie like a baby and stood in the doorway.
Corey had opened the lid of the cage. They watched as he reached down with a paper towel. In two swipes he'd cleaned up the stains and collected the rags.
"I would stay to help you settle in, get a shopping list, that sort of thing." He dropped his paper towel out of sight below the table. "But I've got to go."
"What did you do to Ellie?" Kira shouted angrily.
"Is that her name?" He shrugged. "Found her following me. I actually noticed her before I opened up the bag of money. So I shrank her and her car. Then… Well, let's just say, you can do a lot of damage to someone's willpower by making them fit inside a garbage disposal."
"You MONSTER!" Meryl shouted. She stormed out of the bus. Bradley rushed out after her friend. "You put her in-"
"Dangled her over," he said. "With a pair of pliers. She stopped telling me what she was going to do to my skull, started telling me where I could find the others 'what done me wrong.'" He laughed. "Oh, she doesn't look so good, does she?"
"Her cuts are getting infected! You have to take her to a doctor!"
"No," he disagreed. He reached into his pocket and threw something into the box. "Use these, hope for the best." He lowered the lid and threw the bolt.
They watched him leave, then turned to the packets he'd tossed in. Four envelopes of alcohol pads, a pocket dispenser of Kleenex and one medicated bandage.
"Oh," Meryl moaned. "This is going to hurt."
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"It's a good thing she's so small," Bradley said. She was holding Ellie's feet. Kira held her shoulders while Meryl dabbed at her wounds with a corner of the alcohol pad.
The other two turned to stare at her. "I mean, she can lift all three of us when she's in a good mood. If she wasn't so small, we could never do this." They still glared at her. She just looked back. Ellie whimpered and they went back to what they were doing.
After cleaning all the wounds, Meryl dabbed up the fresh blood with a sheet of Kleenex. Then she rubbed a finger through the ointment on the bandage and smeared it wherever the skin was broken.
Ellie whined and kicked. But as she only came up to about mid-thigh, the others could keep her on the tour bus' kitchen counter.
"Okay, that's her back. Roll her over." Meryl tried to shush the little victim before they continued. Ellie was starting to come back to them, starting to put words in her protests.
"Do you think there's head trauma?" Kira asked.
"No, this is psychological," Meryl said. She put a finger on Ellie's lips and shushed her.
"She's gone crazy with shrinking?" Bradley asked.
"Well, her whole personality was based on being the biggest, toughest and meanest." Meryl returned to the first aid effort. "You know how when you enter a room, you try to figure which person is the wealthiest? Most worth your time to get to know?"
Kira nodded but Bradley shook her head. "Actually, I try to see if anyone knows me by the wrong name. If anyone there is going to call me Milton instead of Bradley. Or Kenner. Or Mattel. Or-"
"Are all your street names based on game companies?" Kira asked.
Bradley shrugged. "I lived in a Toy-R-Us for two years. It…changes you." Kira stared. Meryl concentrated on Ellie. Bradley stared back.
Kira finally turned to the senior criminal. "So. Ellie. A tough to the core?"
Meryl signaled to her attendants to hold extra tight, then broke the scabs on Ellie's breasts. The littlest one kicked and screeched as Meryl cleaned out the pus and dabbed the ointment in.
"She was abused," Meryl finally said. "Father, brothers, uncle. Got away long enough to get herself thrown in jail. Got big, got tough, got out. Then she went home and paid them all back."
The last bit was done. She brushed the others away and cuddled Ellie to her. The other two helped her down on the sofa.
"So now, she enters a room, prioritizes everyone as a threat, then decides how she'll deal with each threat. Being beaten up by a man, that's like Wonder Woman being bound by a male."
"Something that happens every week?" Bradley asked. Kira shushed her.
"No, it destroys her. Being completely helpless…it's got to be a blow to her ego."
Kira stroked one tiny shoulder, carefully going around the big bruise. "To more than her ego."
They fell asleep together on the couch, curled up like a pile of naked puppies. They woke together as they heard footsteps on the basement stairs.
"Who needs a bath?" Corey asked. He held a plastic tub. By his walk, it was full of something heavy. He also had a cloth bag hanging off of one wrist.
"The whole place needs a good washing," Meryl said. They stood at the bus door. He nodded and placed the tub on a table near the cage. He lifted a plastic bowl from the bag and dipped it. When he put the bowl down inside the cage they saw suds.
Three cloth strips of an old washcloth were next. "Clean whatever that filthy little mouse bled on. But hand her here, first."
"We just cleaned her up and medicated her cuts and scratches," Meryl replied. "A bath would actually be bad for her right now."
"Fine," he said. He shook the bag before them, just outside the clear wall. "But I thought maybe she'd want clothes."
"Oh!" Kira said. "I could use some support."
"I wouldn't mind having her bazookas covered," Bradley added.
"Okay, okay," Corey said. He reached down for Meryl. "Leader goes first, though. You guys clean." They picked up rags and wandered over to the bus. Mostly they watched through the windshield.
Corey held Meryl by the waist, turning her back and forth in his grip, dabbing at her here and there with a finger's worth of soap suds.
She tried to suffer through it. She didn't kick or fight or scream, just closed her eyes and pretended to be board.
He wasn't turned off by her disinterest. Lucky for her, he also didn't try to use shock or pain to shatter that shell. His finger just roamed over her more and more.
He traced a soapy track from nipple to nipple, down to belly button and crotch, then up to the nipples again. Suds collected under her chin and between her thighs.
A quick flip turned her around and he probed each cheek and as deeply up her crack as his finger could go. She kicked a bit then, but not much.
He finally tired of it and dipped her down in the water. They could only see her head, but it looked like his oap-slicked fingers covered every inch of her. She sputtered a bit as the soap obscured her face. Then he pushed her down in the water a time or two, lifting her up to let the rinsing waters cascade off of her body and his fist.
A big fluffy hand towel was wrapped around her to dry her off. She was spitting out fibers when he stopped. He placed her gently down on the table and reached into the bag.
They watched as he dressed her. He didn't offer her clothes to put on. Rather he held things in placed and ordered her to step into them. Meryl glared up at him indignantly…but she still cooperated.
They watched her lift a foot to step into the panties he pinched in four huge fingers.
"Is she getting tamed?" Bradley asked.
"She's just making him think so," Kira replied. Ellie coughed. They rushed to make sure she was okay, then quickly wiped at the beds, the counter and the sink.
When they turned back, Meryl was being lowered into the cage. They stared at the costume that was revealed when he let go.
"This is so tacky," Meryl whined. She tugged at the collar of her shirt, turned to see how her behind was being highlighted. Kira stared to giggle. Bradley went straight to laughter.
"You think this is funny?"
"It's just, you're such a class act at all times," Kira explained. They walked over to where she stood. "Don't take this wrong, but it looks good on you."
"Why would I take that wrong?" she asked, moods shifting like a fine car's.
"I don't know," Kira said. "I just never tried to imagine you in a Hooter's waitress uniform."
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