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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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The next day was bath day. Everyone's clothes were stripped off by the giant and collected in a mesh bag.
One by one they were removed and cleaned in the tub of hot, soapy water. Corey repeated his soap & grope procedure and the girls suffered through it.
When they were dried he drew new clothes out and dressed them.
Kira ended up in a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader costume, minus the boots. She bounced a bit to show off, turning to stretch the shorts as far as they'd go. Corey applauded.
Meryl got to be a scientist. She looked at the long lab coat and wondered what sort of experiment she'd be doing on her night.
Bradley got a yellow jumpsuit, straight out of Kill Bill. She wondered if a third movie had come out where Thurman killed a scientist or a cheerleader.
Ellie got a clean diaper. She cooperated with his impression of her, remaining childlike and easily frightened. He laughed and hardly even groped her boobs.
Then he got out a black Sharpie. They all stared.
"Amy's saying she'll launder the clothes as long as I take pictures of what I'm doing with the dolls," he explained. "I just have to make you guys look like dolls."
He drew points of articulation on them at every joint. Then they were put in poses while he took pictures.
"Hot DAMN!" Ellie said when he finally left.
"What?"
"The lines! All he knows about are Barbie's hips and shoulders and waist. Elbow joints on articulated dolls aren't just circles around their elbows!" She danced around a bit as the others stared.
"Okaaaaaaaaaaaay….?"
"Well, think about it! He's going to show these pics to someone that actually poses actual dolls! She'll see that something's wrong! She'll know dolls don't work that way! She'll investigate!"
"And end up in here with us," Kira said.
"Maybe, then we're no worse off. Or maybe, if she's smarter than Corey-"
"No big challenge there," Bradley muttered.
"-then we get rescued!"
"Maybe," the other's allowed. "Maybe."
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The morning after the baths started slowly. Bradley slid down from her bunk and stumbled over to the water bottle.
Kira had talked Corey out of four dollhouse cups. She took one and sipped from it. "I miss coffee," she said.
"I can dig it," Ellie said. She had a bit harder time coaxing a drop into the cup but no one ever tried to help her.
She finally managed it and sat down next to Bradley. "So, what's for today? Another recon?"
"That's the plan," Bradley said. After a moment she cleared her throat and said "I had a dream last night. We got out of here."
"Really?" Ellie replied. "I had the same dream. Well. I had a dream. And we got out. Probably not the same dream, though."
"Certainly not the same as mine," Kira said as she joined them.
"Or mine," Meryl said. She skipped the water and rooted in the bin for a raisin.
"We all dreamed of escape? On the same night? How odd is that?" Bradley asked.
"We're all in a cage, and have a future of endless sex slave perversions with the pervert," Kira said sourly. "It's a wonder we don't spend the day in delusional states."
"Well I could enjoy any dream with a happy ending," Meryl said. She leaned against the cage wall and slid down next to Ellie. "Mine certainly sucked."
"That leaves me out," Kira said. "Or sort of, anyway."
"I don't know if mine was a happy ending or not," Bradley mused.
"Mine sure was," Ellie chirped.
"Then by all means," Meryl said.
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Ellie couldn't be the protective shoulder for the others any more. She was strong, sure, but not strong enough to save them from Corey. They had been in his 'care' for a few months and she hadn't struck a single blow for freedom.
So she tried to be optimistic. She was sure the smarter women would think of a way out. And a way back to normal. And a way to let her fold the son of a bitch into slightly twitching origami. And she let them know that.
But when the lights went out, she crawled into her bed and cried. She cried silently. Daddy and the other fuckers had taught her that much. Tears were weakness, weaknesses were tools for others.
She couldn't tolerate weakness. So she didn't show any, not even to her friends.
And they were her friends. Any man inside the cage would have at least felt her up by now. None of the others bullied her or taunted her or even ignored her as beneath them.
Part of her loved them for that. Part of her was waiting for the evil core all humans had to start showing.
So she cried herself to sleep. And in the morning, she had a few moments before the others started to stir. She spent that time curled up and concentrating on how horribly screw she was.
It was during this period that the world tilted. There was a lot of snapping and popping and the bus started to slide across the cage.
The bottom of the upper bunk started to fold down on Ellie. She blocked it with her elbow and rolled out of bed.
The wall was approaching quickly. She braced her back against the other bonks and stuck out her feet.
The bus stopped moving. Kira and Meryl rolled against Ellie's back. Her body kept them from rolling out.
Bradley started to slide off the top bunk, falling headfirst towards the wall. Ellie grabbed a flailing leg and swung her back up against her bosom.
When everyone was safe, and all the smaller bits had stopped sliding around, she lowered Bradley to the ground. The thief picked her way across the floor to lean on the wall. She looked around the basement.
"What happened to us?"
"What happened to ELLIE?" Meryl asked. Bradley looked up and gasped.
Ellie reached out and measured her hand against Bradley's head. "I grew," she said. "I must be about three feet tall…"
"And that tipped the cage over?" Kira asked. "That doesn't make sense."
"The shrinking wore off!" Meryl said.
"The car!" Bradley replied. "Rally was in a box under the cage! That was the first thing Corey shrank, right? If the shrinking wore off, we had a full-sized compact under the cage. We're probably on the hood!"
"Then why isn't she six foot twelve again?" Kira asked. The other women had climbed clear of the bus.
"He shrank me twice," Ellie said quietly. "He shrank me and the car, then he shrank me again. Then he put the car in his trunk and me in his pocket…"
"The camera is off," Bradley interrupted. "Its power cable snapped off in the fall."
"So he doesn't know what happened?" Meryl asked.
Ellie growled and reached up. The hasp of the cage snapped as she thrust the lid open. She was climbing clear as the basement door opened.
"What was that noise?" Corey shouted. "What have you bitches done to my camera?" He got to the bottom step and took in the scene.
The car drew his attention, naturally enough. After that he looked at the cage and the three women cowering fearfully in the corner.
Poor little things, he thought with a sneer. Probably shit their costumes when that happened. He started to swagger across the basement.
"So. I guess you guys are scared and confused?"
"Nope," a strange, but strangely familiar, voice said from somewhere around his testicles. At least, from where his testicles were when she spoke.
Ellie shot a doubled fist up into his crotch as hard as she could. Then one hand pushed up as the other grabbed a ball and tugged.
He folded around her as she tried to get his testes at least two feet apart. The scream was music to her ears.
He was still laying on the floor when she got back. Her friends gasped when she hopped down the steps.
"Yep," she said. "The rest of it wore off while I was looking for this." She waved the shrinking wand victoriously. Her other hand kept the bath towel in place around her chest.
"Be careful with that," Meryl cautioned her.
"No fear," Ellie said. "I spent a few minutes experimenting with his bed set."
"Please…" he coughed. "Help."
"Nope," Ellie said cheerfully. He lifted a hand imploringly. "Now, that's just TOO much mobility." She kicked him lightly in the crotch and he collapsed.
"Is there a restore function?" Bradley asked.
"Sorry, kid, no," Ellie said. "Not one I can find. But you'll be okay. Everything should wear off in a couple of hours."
"What do we do with him, then?" Kira asked.
In reply, Ellie searched through the basement until she found what she needed. She brought the bird cage back and set it down beside their former captor. He saw it and groaned.
"Oh, that's not all," she said. "Figure Rally's done for…" She pat the car on the hood once, then reduced it to a handful of dented metal. That went in the cage. Corey lay on the floor and stared at it.
She got the other girls to the upper floor. They spread out, looking for cash, valuables and the keys to Corey's car. She went back downstairs.
They sat together for one hour. Then she shrank him to the size he'd kept her at. She eased him into the cage.
"Now, you have a few months to live in my tender, loving care," she told him. "And know that at some point, that car is going to start growing. That car inside the cage with you. It's going to push you through the bars like cheese through a grater."
He whimpered as she carried him up the stairs.
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