Olive

Author's Notes: Woah, it's Friday why am I uploading? It's because I start dual credit this Monday and I won't get the chance to upload my chapter in the morning. So I decided today. There's some mouth play in this chapter and nudity. It's not what you think.

I'm terrified. That's the simple way of saying things. Straight fear runs through my veins. No matter how hard I squirm or fight to loosen the hand that binds me here, it's always tight.

She's going to kill me! I'm actually going to die! I'll never see Sam again and it's all my fault!!

My fear-filled thoughts get the better of me and I break down crying. How could I be so stupid! I should have just stayed put, but instead, I make the dumbest choice in my life.

Every step Olive takes leads me to an unknown doom.

The only thing can I do now is let myself slip into a numbing state. I've chosen to accept my fate.

Not a single sound touches my ears for gods know how long. The only thing that clicks in my head is the heavy slam of a car door shutting.

The engine rumbles to life and Olive pulls out of her parking spot, leaving me with a window.

A fire lights up inside and a voice in my head is telling me now is your chance to escape. For a second I hesitate, but I have no time for hesitation and rush out of the pocket.

"Hey!" Olive yelps.

I jump across the cup holders, putting my strength and energy into escaping out the window.

Olive slams on the breaks sending me flying across the passenger seat. It's a short tumble and I recover with ease. It's not enough when a tight grip wraps around me, squeezing my body.

"You shouldn't be-Ow!" I sink my teeth into Olive's finger in hopes of her releasing me. It doesn't work. She only squeezes me tighter. "You dumb bitch!"

In a blur, I'm thrown in the cup holder and shut-in.

"You'll pay for biting me you little freak!" Olive growls, putting the car back into drive and zipping off to wherever it is she's taking me.

The car ride is torture for me.

What is she going to do to me? She wouldn't actually kill me, would she?

I curl up into a ball, letting a soft sob ripple through my body.

"I just want to go home," I say between soft hiccups.

The cup holder flips open and the light shines through, but not for long. A hand-shaped shadow covers up my body and I'm grabbed out of the cupholder.

Olive glares down at me. "Don't get any funny ideas or I'll stuff you in my shoe."

The best thing I can do for myself is to keep my head down and keep quiet and maybe, just maybe I can make it to tomorrow.

"Understand?" She barks.

I flinch and slowly nod to show her I understand.

"Good. Now don't move." Olive pops open some buttons and stuffs me in her bra.

I tense up, feeling very, very, awkward about the situation. It's awkward enough with Samantha, so when I'm stuffed between Olive's breasts, it makes things ten times worse.

My mind goes blank as Olive makes her way into her home, it's a guess, and heads to her room. Her mom calls her name, but Olive simply ignores it. She seems like the kind of person to walk all over her parents.

A door slams and I'm pulled from my confined space.

Olive tosses me onto her bed with little consideration. Letting my body spin in the air and flop on the bed like a rag doll.

"If you move from that spot, you'll be dead before morning," Olive tells me before she walks into another room that is most likely her bathroom.

I can hear the water start to fill up the tub from the other side. Happy humming comes from the room as well. Olive comes back, her hair down, shirt unbuttoned, the skirt has been discarded and her shoes are off.

I glare at the girl, uninterested. The faintest blush on my cheeks will say otherwise. I don't find Olive attracting at all, the girl is literally half-naked. No one can keep a straight face in front of a naked girl unless you're the Terminator or Chuck Norris. Or a guy who's gay for guys.

On top of that I'm attracted to women so... so don't tell Samantha! I'm really begging you guys here to keep this a secret! I'd be dead if she found it!

Olive peels off her stockings as she makes her way over to me. I mentally prepare myself for whatever hell scape Olive is going to put me through.

She continues to hum happily as she discards her clothes until she's naked. I turn away to keep the embarrassment from killing me.

I'm plucked off the bed and I'm taken into the bathroom with Olive. She sets me down on the edge of the tub so she can step in just to lay in the bubbly water and relax.

The girl came home from school just to take a bubble bath. What the actual hell?

"Tell me, how did a little thing like you got lost?" Olive asks as she swirls a finger around in the bubbles. She looks menacing with her red lips curled up in a smirk. "Well?"

I stare at her suspiciously. I don't know what game she's playing and I'm not going to fall for it.

Olive scoffs when she doesn't get a reply. "I know you're Sammy girl's little pet and if you want to see her again then you better start listening or else."

There's a slim chance Olive isn't an asshole and will take me back to Sam, but I have to become a player if I want to do it. It's worth the risk to see my girlfriend again.

"I fell out of a bag and lost track of my owner," I say.

Olive smiles. "Hah, Samantha already lost her tiny and it's been a month of school. That's rich."

"She's a better owner then you'll ever be," I grumble under my breath.

"I don't need the unnecessary mumbling and bumble, tiny. If you are going to talk then talk." Olive responds bored like as she examines her nails.

"Okay,"

Olive frowns. "And say yes ma'am when speaking."

I grit my teeth. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good."

Throughout Olive's bathing, she cleans herself and talks about her week. I say nothing while blankly listening, though the information flows into one ear and out the other. It's all useless anyway.

Olive halts her little chat and turns to the door. I raise a brow questionably and stare at the door at as well. Heavy footsteps draw closer to the bathroom.

Fear strikes a chord in me when the realization hits me like a truck. It's a person.

Olive, though, is more relaxed. She sighs as if she was annoyed. "This again. Don't panic."

"Don't panic? How can I not- Ah! Hey!" Olive plucks me off the tub.

She opens her mouth wide. Saliva drips onto her tongue and her white k-9's shine in the light.

I curl up and grab at the fingers that hold me in the air. "Wait a minute!" I squeak, terrified of the open jaws.

Olive doesn't listen to my pleas. She drops me in her mouth, slurping up the leg that sticks out. She pushes me around with her tongue, coating me in saliva which is disgusting before I'm tucked away in her cheek.

Muffled voices can be heard outside of Olive's mouth. Olive's says nothing while the person continues to talk to her. Olive either shakes her head or nods as an answer. When things go silent I thought I'd quickly be removed from Olive's mouth, but instead, she toys with me.

She pushes my body from one cheek to the other before I shoved up against the roof of her mouth. It's getting harder to breathe when a fresh coat of spit covers my face. I cough and try to wipe the spit away.

Then light pierces through the dark wet cavern and two fingers grab my arm to pull me out. Fresh air rushes me and I gulp down the air like I had finished a race and needed water before passing out.

"Great, now you need a bath." Olive grumbles.

I have no time to react when she strips me of my pants and shirt.

"H-hey!" I squeak trying to cover my body with my limbs. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Olive rolls her eyes. "What does it look like I'm doing? You can't take a bath in clothes."

"Well, I don't want you to strip me down without asking," I growl.

"Fine then you can stay in your little black panties." Olive snaps back before dropping me in the hot water.

Fun Fact about little ol' me. I never learned how to swim. So you can imagine the terror I feel when the water swallows me whole. I claw and fight to keep my head above the water, but it's no use. It's like the water has arms wrapped around me and pulls me under.

"Olive!" I scream with my last breath.

Luckily Olive is not that heartless and pulls me out of the water. "There, all clean."

I cough up the water that's made its way into my lungs. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" I scream.

Olive stares at me with dull eyes. "Do you ever stop complaining."

I'm about to fucking lose it. "Do you-"

A large finger covers my mouth. "Before you continue to complain, I'd like to remind you that it would wise not to get on my bad side or you'll never see Samantha again."

When Olive pulls her finger away and I keep quiet. Her little threat is something I'll keep in mind while in this bitch's care. I wouldn't even call it care. It's more like manhandling.

Olive then sighs, cupping her cheek. "Now, I'm bored."

She crawls out of the tub, puts me down on the sink so she can wrap herself in a towel. Olive then grabs a hand towel and dries me off in an uncomfortable fashion. Shoving her thumb against every inch of my body.

I bite my tongue to keep any vulgar comments from falling out of my mouth.

"Don't worry, we got all day to have some fun." Olive smiles.

Olive scoops up my wet clothes and me as well then enters her room to get dressed. I look away while she does so. In the process though, Olive does throw me my jacket from earlier.

"You might want that since your clothes are soaked."

"And who's fault is that?" I grumble under my breath again. This time Olive didn't hear me.

I guess I can't complain too much since she was nice enough to give me my jacket, but what is she going to do with the rest of my clothes? Not even that, what is she going to do to me?

I pull the jacket over my cold body with hopes of retrieving some warmth back. It doesn't stop me from shivering though.

Olive scoffs from above. "How pathetic of a tiny can you be."

I turn to her with a sour look in my eyes. My hard exterior is building itself back up again. My self-control though has gotten better over the months, so instead of snapping at the girl, I bite my tongue and hope for the best.

Olive picks me up and nestles me right between her breasts. "I'm a bitch, I know that, but I'm not a heartless one."

Good to know.

"And don't get any perverted ideas, got it!" Olive turns back to her cold self.

"Yes... ma'am," I say between gritted teeth.

What kind of hell am I getting into?