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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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That night Kira danced for their supper. Corey had found a belly dance music CD. He talked on and on about how everyone looked at him funny when he found it at Borders.
"I also bought a CD of bagpipers," he explained proudly. "And one of Japanese drumming and Inuit chanting. Anyone that was watching will think I'm interested in sampling ethnicities, not slavering over women in harem pants."
Of course, Bradley thought, if it took him five minutes to find the belly dancing, and ten seconds to pick three others, they might still figure him for a perv.
She didn't say anything, but saw Meryl shake her head. Ellie giggled softly between the two of them.
Corey set out an iPod with portable speakers, a plate of shish kabob takeaway and a bottle of beer, then moved Kira to the table. He started the music, picked up a skewer of lamb and gestured. Kira started to dance and Corey sat down. He screamed and stood back up.
Kira dropped flat and covered her head. "Don't beat me! I thought you wanted me to dance! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Corey had both hands on his ass, but his eyes were on the abject figure before him. "No, no, little one! You didn't do anything wrong. I just…" He turned and looked around. The tack was still on the seat. He picked it up and looked the chair over. "I guess this popped out. You'd think I'd have noticed it."
He tossed the offending tack to the corner of the room and sat down gingerly. "I guess you're too good looking to look away," he said. He rubbed the tiny shoulders until they stopped shaking.
Kira slowly allowed herself to be coaxed into standing. He restarted the piece and she hesitantly danced. After a moment or two she seemed to relax into the music. Her movements improved.
Bradley had seen the woman on a dance floor more than once for a con. If her mind was set on it, she could get gay men to stare at her.
She put all of her skill and her considerable physical assets into this performance. Her captor forgot his food, his beer, his lower lip.
"Drool, that's nasty," Ellie said. Meryl shushed her.
Corey let Kira take a rest between each of the three songs he'd burned onto the device. There were more, but he'd become impatient, anticipating that pneumatic figure in motion.
During the breaks he devoured his meal. He stabbed himself in the hand with one skewer when Kira took a deep breath, but not hard enough to bleed.
Before the second song, he picked Kira up and removed her bra. Each boob got a soft kiss and a hard sucking, then she was down and the music played.
Before the third song, he pinched either side of her bottom and slid it down and off. This time he kissed her ass and licked her pussy from behind.
She finished the last song, then walked over to where he sat without waiting for a command.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned. He lubed Kira's whole body and his own cock. He pushed it slowly across her torso. She pushed her boobs together and across the tip, cooing and squealing in apparent glee each time it squeezed into her cleavage.
"Oh, yeah," he repeated, with one 'oh, baby' thrown in. Ellie started to protest that she was the baby. He glanced in her direction and she ducked behind Bradley.
Kira dipped her head and licked at his pee hole. He groaned, clutched her tight and came. She twisted her head at the last moment and the bolus of sperm hit her hair, not her face.
He didn't seem to notice, or care. She was lowered gently down to the table where he gestured towards the last piece of meat. She grabbed that and the wipe. He picked her and her costume up and returned them to the cage.
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Bradley didn't want to leave the cage for at least two more days. She was very careful. More cons were busted from over confidence than any other flaw. Except maybe for picking the wrong mark.
She cursed and kept at her walking. Ellie started to pace her again. "I saw you get out," she said. "But Meryl told me not to stare, so I didn't."
"And that was a big help," Bradley replied. Ellie smiled up at her friend and the thief smiled back. They walked in silence for a bit.
"I should have known that," Ellie finally said. "I do know that. But it's like… I don't know. I'm scared. I'm never scared. But I'm scared."
Bradley turned and sat down, holding a hand out to her friend. "Let's take a rest. Sit." Ellie sat on her lap. Bradley gave her a hug and whispered in her ear.
"I saw your car. If a giant kicked the shit out of my car, while I was in it, I'd go all to pieces. Absolute, bug-fucking insane. You just went to childhood or something. That's strong, Ellie. Stronger than me."
"You think?" Ellie asked softly.
"I know. I'd be catatonic." Ellie hugged her back.
And even as tiny as she was, she managed to be felt. Then she suddenly tensed under Bradley's grip. "Wait. What happened to my car?"
"You don't remember?"
"No. He shrank me…and yelled at me…and then…" She scratched at her forehead. "And then he shrank me some more. And then he put me in a box until he could make the cage. And then he put me in the cage until he could go give you guys the absolute butt-fucking you deserved."
She stood up between Bradley's legs. She still had to reach up to get both hands on the other woman's cheeks. "What. Happened. To. Rally? She isn't scratched, is she? I'll kill him if she's scratched."
"Welcome back, Ellie," Bradley said with a smile.
"Are you saying there's a DING?"
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Everyone tried to imagine what Corey would have Bradley do as part of her 'schoolgirl' related routine.
"Maybe you have to do math problems," Meryl suggested. "And if you get them wrong, you have to take off clothing."
"Or give a report on biology," Kira said. "Male reproductive equipment and how it works."
"Bleh!" Ellie said. "I'd die with my teeth locked in his flesh if he did that to me."
"NO!" Meryl said. She grabbed Ellie by the shoulders and gave her a little shake. "We need you. We need everyone. We're going to get through this. And we can't make him a murderer."
"If you die, however heroically," Kira explained, "that makes it more dangerous for the rest of us."
"But he won't have me to use as a hostage against your behavior."
Bradley shook her head. "Once he kills he loses the last vestige of respect for other living beings." Ellie stared. "And since we're the size of dolls already…" The other two nodded somberly. Ellie glanced at the camera at the other end of the cage.
"Okay," she finally said. "Okay, I'll try to behave. But no promises."
Meryl smiled and took Ellie into a hug. "Thanks. And if I do come up with an escape plan that requires someone to die violently after inflicting a horrible wound on his manhood, you'll be the one to do it."
"Thanks, Meryl!" Ellie said happily.
The three larger women shook their heads at Ellie's life goals. They shared a moment of silence. Then Kira leaned back and nodded at the camera.
"You think he's really watching us?"
"We have to assume so," Bradley said.
"Even if he isn't constantly doing so," Meryl said, "he can audit us at any time."
"I'm not so sure," Kira argued.
"Why?" Ellie asked.
"Well, the camera would show four women hanging out in a toy bus. Showing that we're the size of playtoys. Which would reveal that he'd used shrink tech."
"Which he made the government think doesn't exist," Bradley mused.
"So he can't afford an IT audit finding him accessing a URL with those pics," Ellie said. "They'd find out all his dirty deeds and send him to Leavenworth."
"And send us to Area 51," Meryl said glumly.
"That might be worth it," Bradley said.
"But he's too sneaky," Kira concluded.
"I wonder if he scans the pics when he comes home, though?" Ellie said quietly. She was looking off into the distance like she did when she planned.
Everyone stared at her patiently. "Why would that matter, Ellie?"
"What? Oh. Well, maybe we schedule a graphic lesbian orgy every day at lunch." She pantomimed kissing, licking, stroking and the curling of toes. "If we do it right, he gets too impatient to wait to get home and starts accessing the photos at work." The other three stared. "His getting caught may be our only chance."
"Okay," Meryl finally said, "we'll call that plan D."
"We have three other plans?" Ellie asked.
"No, no, D for Desperate."
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In the evening, Corey came for Bradley. He had a long wooden box with a bag from McDonald's on top of it.
Dinner was McNuggets and Coke. The entertainment was chess.
"Chess?" Bradley asked as he held her over the board.
"Yeah. I always think of team sports when I think of boarding schools, and I couldn't very well have you play tabletop lacrosse, could I?"
Bradley had been fearing having to perform "Hit Me Baby, One More Time," and refused to comment. For all his movie watching, he seemed to have completely missed the ubiquitous school-girl-seduced cliché and she wasn't in the mood to educate him.
"The only different rule would be your queen." She watched him position the piece on the board. The king came up to about her waist, the rest scaled downwards from there.
They looked to be hollow plastic so she wouldn't have to work up a sweat moving them.
"What's different?"
"Every time you move her, you have to take off a piece of clothing," he said with a smile.
She shrugged. He hadn't thought that through. If she sacrificed her queen early enough, the whole point of the game would be removed from the board.
When the pieces were set up he put her down. By the black pieces. He started moving.
She developed her center over a few moves, then moved the queen out to back up security. She raised her arms over her head and let him remove her shirt.
The game went on and Bradley's opinion of Corey dropped. He should have been threatening the queen, forcing her to move, thus forcing her to strip.
Instead, he played carefully, trying to actually win. He avoided her defense, and the queen that anchored it, and tried to lure her pieces out.
Bradley came at chess, at most games, from a different point of view than most players. Corey wanted to win. He always wanted to win. Bradley had sometimes wanted to win, but setting up marks often required losing. And it required a much better player to lose convincingly.
She got more and more frustrated at his play. It reminded her of her father. "Snooky," he would say, "every time you lie to me, I get disappointed."
"Sorry, Daddy."
"It's frustrating! As a parent, I'm angry that you lie. As a professional, I want to sit you down and tell you what you're doing wrong, how I know that you're lying!"
Corey should have been playing to get her naked. But he wasn't keeping that goal in mind.
Then again, Bradley was distracted, too. She won by accident. One of her checks turned out to be checkmate.
"Huh," Corey muttered. "I guess we play again." He started replacing the pieces.
"Do I get my shirt back?" she asked.
"No. You start with what you have left from the previous game."
"Okay," she said.
The next game, she moved the queen's pawn. After that, she only moved the queen. And only a square at a time.
He stripped one stocking off of her leg without comment. She moved the queen diagonally to stand beside the pawn, then braced herself against the piece as she lifted her leg for the other stocking.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Well, you probably expected me to be naked after the first game, right?" He didn't move so she slid her stocking off. "So, obviously, we're going to keep playing until I am naked."
She turned her back to him, stuck thumbs in the skirt elastic and skinned it down. A little extra hip action made the skirt wave excitedly. "So, also obviously, you're going to keep changing the rules until you win."
The bra came off and finally the panties. She draped her clothes over the pawns and lay down in the middle of the board.
"You win. Check my mate. Come and get me, big boy," she said in a low monotone.
He stared down at her for a few moments. She gazed back up, looking him right in the eye. His expression got angry.
"Bitch!" he finally shouted. He reached out and took up the McD's bag. He opened a tub of honey mustard sauce and poured it over her. She lay flat and still as he dipped his chicken bits by dragging them over her breasts and belly and bush.
He pushed the blunt tips against her, rubbed her nipples with the rough coating and jabbed where he thought it'd be uncomfortable. She'd had worse treatment from cops.
When the chicken was gone, he rolled her onto her face. Ketchup packets were squirted onto her rear, between her thighs. He stabbed French fries into the ketchup and up her ass. She bit a cheek but didn't cry out.
He finished the food, then lifted her by her ankles. She hung upside down as he licked her clean. Then he lowered her to watch closely as he masturbated.
She couldn't figure out how this was chastising her, except for the drops flung into her face. She closed her eyes and wiped the fluid off.
"See, bitch? See what you're missing?" He asked. "You could have had some of this."
She realized that he actually thought they enjoyed the sex he was inflicting on them. He was withholding that cracker-barrel penis from her to punish her.
He came, splorts of sperm hitting her at belly and thigh. Then he angrily flung her and her clothes into the cage.
"No food tonight," he said as he pulled up his pants. "Your friend ruined everyone's evening. It's trail mix for you all." He gathered his things and stormed up the stairs.
"He had carnal knowledge of you, enjoyed successful sex , and _you_ ruined the evening?" Kira asked.
"Was it really sex?" Meryl asked. "He wasn't doing it with her as much as at her."
"Well, it wasn't coition or congress, but it was sexual. As sexual as he ever gets."
Bradley shook her head and started walking towards the water bottle. Ellie chased after her.
"Can I help you clean your back, Bradley?" she asked. Bradley cupped a handful of water and wiped her face.
"I don't know, Ellie," she said. "Are you trying to start the daily lesbian distraction orgy?"
"No," Ellie said as she got her own handful. She nodded towards the camera. "I just want to make him see what he missed."
"Oh, I like that," Bradley said. She turned her back and stuck her ass out. "Jealous away, little one. Jealous away."
Ellie smiled and reached up to clean the thighs in slow, loving strokes. "Yes, Ma'am."
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