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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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"A penis. But it seems to me that after a rug burn like that, any doctor would tell you to try to stay off of it for a day or two." His finger paused but he didn't let Kira go.
"Then again," she went on, "maybe if you fret it off against Kira, I'll never get raped by it."
"Oh, no," he said. He turned to spear her with a glare. "I've got plans for you." She nodded and took a step back.
He lowered the Aldebaran princess to the bottom of the cage, locked the door and turned away.
"No cinnamon bun wig?" Meryl asked.
"Bring me an order of wings, Toots," Kira shot back.
"Could be worse," Bradley said. "This could be a Japanese schoolgirl uniform." The other two stared as if she wasn't making any sense. "Then… One of you would be in a yellow jumpsuit and we'd have to fight to the death." They continued to stare.
Corey spent the next few hours tricking the cage up for occupancy. The cardboard toilet was duct-taped in place. The four 12-inch walls had no roof. "You get privacy, I get access."
"Eugh!" Meryl protested.
"For the wet/dry vac!" he said. "I'm not reaching in there to wipe it out."
"You could drill a drain," Bradley suggested. He ignored her.
He did use a drill to make several holes in the wall across from the camera. Four tiny ones, one he widened out until Allie could probably have crawled through it.
Then he riveted a rodent pellet dispenser in place. The hole led to the pellet reservoir, which he padlocked shut.
He giggled as he fixed the tiny suitcase lock in place. "Any one of you could probably pick it in your sleep. Your bruiser, there," he nodded towards where Allie slept on the driver's seat, "she could probably have opened this with two fingers. Last week."
"HEY!" Bradley shouted. "Gonna put some food in there?"
"Oh, yeah!" He opened the dispenser and picked up a plastic bag. "I thought about getting real pellets. But there's probably some nutritional deficiencies. And you don't need to keep your teeth from growing." He poured the contents into place.
"So what is it?" Kira asked.
"Trail mix. I chopped up some jerky to give you some meaty goodness." He glanced down at his prisoners.
"Thank you ever so much," Bradley said with a tiny bow. He smiled as if she'd meant it.
A water bottle went in next to the food vendor, one hole for the tube and the mounts riveted in place. A portable TV was bolted down beside that. It was set to a local station.
All the controls had been removed except for the volume. They could just reach that dial through the single hole he added.
Bradley noted that the one hole that might be useful was directly opposite the camera. There'd be no way to sneak up and widen the hole or crack the plastic around it.
After that he assumed a drill sergeant's voice and issued each woman a blanket. He wouldn't let any of them accept one for Allie. She refused to wake up and 'step forward, maggot,' so she didn't get one.
He stepped back and admired the cage. To Bradley, he had the expression of a NASA engineer looking at a rocket on the launch pad.
"Okay. You guys get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day." He hit the light switch as he left the basement.
Darkness fell. Even the TV screen winked and went out. The only light was the LED on the camera.
Everyone groped their way to the back of the bus. Bradley hopped into an upper bunk on the stable side. Kira got the bottom bunk on the section that folded out.
Meryl carried Ellie to the bunk under Bradley, but then found that the blankets he'd given them didn't cover two people, even if one of them was extra-tiny.
"Damn," she muttered.
"Got it," Kira said. There was some clanking and popping. "Here."
"What's this?" Meryl asked.
"My loin cloth," Kira replied. "Should be a freaking comforter to her."
"Oh. Thanks."
"Thank you," Ellie added.
Everyone held their breath for a moment but she didn’t say anything else.
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They couldn't see any windows from the cage, but light was seeping in somewhere with the dawn.
Bradley used her skirt to carry a breakfast over to the beds. They gave Ellie first pick. She took a slab of coconut and started to gnaw on it.
Meryl tried a peanut, but her teeth couldn't get any purchase on the melon-sized loaf. Bradley had similar problems with the mouthful of jerky. They both shifted over to raisins, taking a slow bite at a time.
Kira looked at the peanut for a while. Then she carried it into the kitchen. "What we need is a mortar and pestle," she said. "Or…"
She used the dining table, smashing the nut with the metal part of her bikini top. While still wearing it. The others looked from her to the camera and back.
"Playing to the audience, Kira?" Meryl asked.
"Figure he may (Crack!) forgive me for (Crunch!) tearing up the costume (Crackle!) if I make the rest worthwhile." She gathered a handful of crumbs into her cleavage, smiled at the camera and turned. "Peanut, anyone?"
"No," Bradley started to say.
"Take a piece," Meryl ordered. "Slowly." She reached up with both hands.
"With my back turned," Kira said, "he has to imagine what you two are doing and touching when you do it."
"I should have bought superboobs when I had the chance," Bradley said as she complied. She giggled, smiling for the camera, as she brushed bits of peanut off the other woman's metal cups.
"I want to help!" Ellie shouted. "Please?"
"Of course," Kira replied. She bent way over to dangle her breasts over the enforcer's head. Bradley watched the ass get highlighted for the camera.
There were footsteps on the floor above, then a door shut. "He's gone to work," Meryl interpreted.
"Glad to know we didn't interrupt his schedule," Bradley sneered. She started walking around the cage. To her surprise, Ellie ran to catch up to her and walked quickly to keep up.
"What are you doing?"
"Establishing a behavior," Bradley answered. "If he's accessing the camera feed, I want him to see me regularly take a few laps around the cage."
Ellie went in front as they passed between the bus and the wall. Bradley slowed down to keep from stepping on the tiny woman.
"Why do you do that?" Bradley rolled her eyes. Ellie knew all about this stuff. Maybe trauma was regressing her? She was the size of a child so she started to act like one?
"Well, there's a hole in what parts of the cage the camera can see. If I disappear, I want him to think I'm taking the rest I always take after two or three laps of the cage."
"Ah. You're setting him up!" She started to skip and Bradley slowed down again.
"Yep," she said. "Wanna help?"
"How?" Ellie asked. "How? How?"
"Well, once I figure out how to pry open the corner of the cage, someone's got to sneak out and-" Ellie spun and jogged over to where Meryl sat watching the TV. Bradley shrugged and walked on.
That night, Corey brought a bag and a bucket into the basement. Meryl and Bradley saw the bottles of beer sticking out of the ice and licked their lips. Kira smelled the Buffalo wings and smiled. Ellie saw their captor and hid behind Meryl.
He set up the table with a plate and a tub of bleu cheese. Beside it he put a beer stein and a Mason jar. The bucket and a box of wings went into the corner.
The women lined up across the end of the cage and stared at the food.
"Rabbit food not pleasing you?" He asked. Bradley shook her head. "Well, let's see what we can do about that." He opened the cage and reached down. "Come over here, little baby."
Ellie shook her head. "Don't make me chase you. Baby'll get a spanking." His hand waved. Bradley pat Ellie on the shoulder.
"It'll be okay," she prayed. It didn't make much difference if it wasn't, there was nothing they could do to stop him. Ellie bit her lip, looked up at Bradley and nodded. She stepped over.
She disappeared into his fist. He lifted her up and lowered her into the jar. He poured from a bottle of water until it was up to Ellie's chin.
She looked up and watched as he screwed the lid on. "Now watch this," he said.
He held the jar right outside their cage and spun it in a circle. Waves spiraled around Ellie's body, slamming her against the sides. He stopped moving the bottle and let the water settle out.
Ellie's hands slapped at the sides as she tried to stand. The current kicked her around a bit but calmed quickly. She stood on tiptoe and gasped. Water trickled from her mouth and hair as she tried to breathe. He spun it twice more until Meryl begged him to stop.
"Okay," he said easily enough. The jar went onto a shelf over the table. "Keep in mind, if you guys hurt me or distract me or escape, she'll stay in there until she falls asleep and drowns. Okay?"
"Yes, sir," they chorused.
"So, with that in mind, I'm going to let you all out. If you behave, you can get your baby back. And you can have a wing. And maybe a beer."
"Yes, sir!" Bradley said enthusiastically. He reached in and moved them to the table.
"Alright. You are the Hooters waitress. I want you to bring me my wings." Meryl nodded and ran to the takeout box. "You two, get me a beer."
Kira held her hands to boost Bradley up into the bucket. She hardly would have needed the help when they were normal. Shrinking seemed to concentrate their strength somehow, so she could probably have jumped over the bucket.
But without discussion or signals, they were all hiding their abilities from Corey.
Bradley crunched into the ice and lifted the bottle clear. She made a big deal about it slipping a time or two. Kira cried about the fluted top scratching her hand as she tried to help.
They finally wrestled it out and carried it over. Corey removed the lid and gestured to the stein. They tipped the lip against the brim and lifted it to pour.
Meanwhile, the patron was experimenting with his waitress' uniform.
"You know what? There's just something about a woman wearing a t-shirt that sets me off." He picked her up after the third wing and held her with both hands under her arms.
Then he eased the shirt up over her breasts with a thumb on each boob. When the nipples were just peeking out, he nodded and put her back down. "That's it. That's my favorite look in a waitress." She nodded and went for another wing.
After the next couple of wings, he picked Meryl up again. This time he held her belly down over one palm and tugged at her shorts.
He pulled them down to the tops of her thighs and admired her ass for a moment.
"Oh, those look so tasty." He took a wing in his free hand and wiped the sauce across both cheeks. Meryl started to wriggle as he licked them clean.
"It burns," she said. "The sauce…it hurts!"
"But you're clean now," he said.
"The oils are still spread across a pretty sensitive area," Kira pointed out. The two beer maidens waited patiently beside the empty bottle for new orders.
He nodded and dropped a fingertip's worth of bleu cheese down the crack. She started to gasp while he cleaned her again.
"Ahhhhhh!" she said with a smile.
"The dairy counters the oil," he told her after a minute. "Coats the skin, neutralizes the oil, and gives you a tart, tangy ass." He dropped her to the table and sent her for more food.
After Corey was through, he had one wing left. He lifted the three women back into the cage, then gave them one wing to share.
He poured the last swig of beer into the lid from a soda bottle and lowered it to Meryl.
They finally could breathe again when he opened the jar and fished Ellie out.
Before he put her back in the cage, though, he stripped off her soggy diaper. She lay naked and exhausted in his palm as he looked her over.
He took a fresh diaper and a clear plastic bottle out of his pockets, then lowered his pants.
The bottled lubricant was smeared over Ellie's thighs and tummy, and worked into her pussy with his smallest fingertip.
She moaned and looked up. She saw him smiling down, then saw his dick approaching. Screaming didn't stop him. It seemed to excite him
The lube didn't rub away as the soap had. He dragged his cock back and forth across her torso, pressing each breast into the hole at the tip.
She kicked and slapped. He squeezed precome onto her face and into her cleavage, then rubbed her some more.
Bradley could barely see her hands and feet sticking out from where he held her in his hand. Of course, she could barely see any of his cock sticking out, either.
The couple finally screamed out together. Come splorted over the tiny woman. He staggered away from the table for a second, then relaxed.
Ellie, diaper and another wipe were lowered into the cage. He smiled, picked up the plate of bones and walked upstairs.
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Bradley walked around the cage again. She paused here and there, sitting against the cage wall for a rest.
She spent her tenth rest a few feet down from the camera's blind spot. She lay on her back and eyed the lid. There was a slight warp in the plastic, leaving a tiny gap between the lid and the wall.
The plan was to find something to wedge into that gap. Push one back along the side as far as it would go towards the hinges.
Push another towards the hasp locking it down. Get enough leverage from those, she could hopefully lift the corner enough to get out.
She wasn't sure what there was in the cage to use as props. Ideally, she could find small bits of metal that would serve as levers, with handholds she could grasp.
Additionally, she might find some dental floss to tug everything into place without having to dangle from the edge with one hand.
Of course, she really wanted to find some explosives in the pantry. Enough to blow the cage open and sprinkle shards through Corey's face.
She shrugged and rubbed her face, then returned to her circuit.
After a bit, she took her regular rest in the blind spot. She carefully flexed her legs and jumped up to the corner.
Her fingers slipped into the gap easily. She placed one hand on the lid and pushed experimentally. The gap yawned so wide she nearly lost her grip.
After a moment, she realized that it was not all that big, but at her new scale she didn't need much. She slithered into and through the gap, pausing now and then to breathe. It was no harder than going through the neighbor's fence when she was seven.
Bradley dropped carefully to the edge of the table. The first thing she did was jump back up and make sure she could get inside again.
Then she dropped, flipped and dropped again. Her skirt fluttered in the breeze.
Under the table were a few boxes. She hopped up on the sides to see what was in them. One held Barbie dolls. Naked Barbie dolls. She shuddered and moved on.
The next had Ellie's car. It was the same scale as Bradley, dented in several places, and sported shoe prints. She hoped Ellie hadn't been in the car at the time. But Corey probably wouldn't have been that mad at an empty car.
She dropped down and moved on. She'd have to ask Baby if there was- She have to ask ELLIE if there was anything useful inside. For now she was just doing a quick recon.
The other boxes were old magazines and newspapers. Corey's dining table had nothing under it. Neither did his chair. But one of the tacks holding the pleather upholstery was loose.
She grabbed it with both hands and tugged. Then she climbed up and looked over the back. She used the tack edge to pry another one loose. That one went on the seat. She grasped the other one and jumped from the chair to the table to the cage base.
A quick inventory assured that no buttons or pocket flaps were missing. She'd hate to be caught out by a horror movie gimmick.
Even though she was clearly living in one…
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