Scary Solar System Finale (Patreon)

Misa waited at her desk in her office patiently. She had heard the holo-note and knew Exile would be there with her prize soon. When the door finally swung open, she forcefully controlled her carnal instincts-- the sweet venom that was revenge bubbled up in her stomach in the form of unchallenged excitement.

Soon the reptilian man placed placed the containment device on Misa's table and her eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas. The cool-colored hair that fell in front of her eyes was swept away so she could get a better look. "Wow wow wow Maxiz, looking good" she teased, the man-turned-minuscule-woman inside the container found herself staring down in shame, her face a darker pink than her hair. The culmination of all her regret manifest across her cheeks like blooming roses.

"What's mine is mine again, so this is now yours" Misa pressed a few buttons on her holocom and Exile's own device sparked to life, buzzing and glowing. When he saw the number of zeros in his account he could only smile-- the journey was long, the prey smarter than normal, and the frustration almost felt worth it when the digits expanded his account balance of credits. 

Exile centered himself though and looked toward Maxiz in the containment unit and gave a nod. Maxiz returned the gesture-- and it went unnoticed by Misa.  Exile's notion had comforted Maxiz, if only superficially and the agreement was thick in the air, even if Misa could not sense it.

And as Exile left the room and was boarding his transport, Misa was already working the containment device off of her prey-- Maxiz. Once the small woman was exposed, Misa towered over her and chuckled-- the punishment came quick and started out mostly verbal in nature

"You're going to love your new life here, baby doll" the larger woman taunted. "Misa, listen, I'm very so" Maxiz went to blurt out her regrets but Misa stopped the shortstack by pressing a single manicured finger to the little one's full lips. "Shhh baby-girl, apologies are a dime a dozen, they're basically worthless" and with the last few words of her statement her palm had guided quietly up the minuscule woman's short leg and was kneading her thigh.

Maxiz felt a wave of distress wash over her, she had never truly embraced her new form, she hated every minute of it, only enjoying the slight advantages that came from being smaller and harder to catch. However now the woman fondling her leg was forcing her to accept her new body, its sensitive reception to her stimulation. For once in Maxiz life, foreplay was turning her on more than she believed possible and her tiny panties were already showing signs of her arousal.

"Say ah" the larger woman spoke and Maxiz hesitated, her fat lips slowly parting as MIsa's finger slid into her mouth at the exact moment one of her fingers slid into the short-stack's sex. Maxiz tried to moan, but the finger in her mouth made it hard. "Suck" the woman ordered, harshly curving her index finger inside the smaller woman's pussy and Maxiz complied.

Her bee stung lips were drawn around the finger and Misa rewarded her with a pump or two down below. As the short stack was finger-fucked by her ex, she quickly noticed the intensity of the southern pleasure was proportionate to the force in which he sucked, so naturally this promoted the strongest sucking the tiny woman could manage.

"You'll be calling me Madam from this day out and you'll be my little doll, for me to dress and play with, to do as I say and do it with a smile and when you've paid your dues, if I've decided to forgive you-- well maybe, just maybe I'll let you go....but I seriously doubt you'll even want that by the time I'm done with you" Misa giggled seductively, her eyes a blaze with passion.

This display of dominance by Misa went on and evolved throughout the day, finger pumps transformed into full on twist of her clit and after a combination of finger insertions and clitoral stimulation, Maxiz was rocked by the strongest orgasm of her life.

And just like that, her new life had begun. Months of this kind of treatment continued, special chairs that pumped the shortstack with an artificial phallus, harnesses, and other such bondage devices kept her in a fog of constant pleasure-- demeaning pleasure that constantly reminded her that she was not in control, that she would never be a man again.

Six months down the line Exile got a holo-note from Misa, and it was just a single picture of the two-- Misa, beyond happy with her little doll Maxiz, who was now referred to lovingly by Misa as Maxie-Boo, looking as though she was tolerating the humiliation of being displayed in highly feminine garments because she knew that compliance meant pleasure. The look on her face told a story, but it was not a story of torture, only tolerance. Exile examined it for a while, looking to see if there was even a hint of actual distress in the small one's face-- and he found nothing but mild annoyance and the slight glow of someone who was well pleasured.

Exile turned off his holo-com and returned to his work, mentally closing the case he had officially closed months before and readying himself for the next bounty.

The end.