The Subject

Her power over the girl was still intact though. She saw how Tanya still flinched at her, despite her ridiculously tiny size.

She knew that she could win this little game, eventually. The question was, however...

Did she really want to?

Part Four

Cassandra stared blankly into the curved glass wall of her prison, still unable to comprehend fully what she was seeing there. Despite the warping effect of the concave surface, the wall reflected the truth. Her mind was still unable to comprehend, however that the reflection was her... sitting... naked... only 10 inches tall. In her mind, she was still Dr. Cassandra Willover, with PhD's in Physics, and Biology, a college professor, and the inventor of what would soon be the world's first cloning device.

At least, that's what her memories told her. What the glass wall of her cage was telling her was that she, herself, was the end result of the aforementioned cloning device, wielded by her very disturbed student assistant, Tanya Vale. It had been two weeks since she had learned of Tanya's manipulation; how she had used the cloning process to create a duplicate, 1/6th scale, of her worst enemy in order to exact revenge upon her.

While in her memory the tiny woman was Dr. Cassandra Willover, in reality, she was a favorite plaything, nothing more than a curious toy that Tanya had created and taken to calling "Cassie." "Calling you Dr. Willover doesn't seem right." Tanya had told her. "I think Cassie would be a more appropriate name for such a cute little girl." 'Cassie' had then been forced to satisfy Tanya sexually, which seemed to be all she was good for anymore.

Tanya had even stopped feigning a scientific interest in her little creation. She occasionally took a temperature reading but Cassie didn't fail to notice that it was only when she was insubordinate, and that Tanya never made a note of the reading from the rather large rectal thermometer. Cassie was learning quickly to obey without question. Pleasing her creator was becoming simple. Cassie would act surprised, or frightened of the prospect of performing sexually and then finally submit hesitantly. Tanya would tell her exactly what to do and Cassie would do so, perhaps more fervently than she'd like to admit.

In fact, she was finding it harder and harder to pretend to be frightened or outraged. She found herself anticipating Tanya's next command and had taken it upon herself to show a little imagination when pleasing her 'mistress.' She knew that psychologically, this was not unheard of, a captive or hostage actually developing feelings for the captor, but she couldn't help but be nagged by the thought that it was, perhaps, not quite as simple as that.

It was the dreams that nagged at her the most. Asleep in her cage, Cassie would find herself embroiled in the most fevered of dreamscapes in which miles of naked flesh would be spread out before her, and she would be boiling inside with the need to explore every last inch of it. Mountains of female skin would tower over her, at the top of each, a round bulb of pink nipple, each of them the size of a house. A depression in the landscape as big as a cavern was a navel. A forest of pubic hair would lose her, only to come to a clearing of moist cavernous coral pink, which she wanted so desperately to dive into, and never return... she would realize then that this was Tanya's body, enormous and charged with sexuality. And that it was hers alone to inhabit, smaller even than an insect now, little more than a speck on the body of her lover.

Cassie would then wake with a start, mild feelings of orgasm moving through her tiny body, her womanhood thrumming and damp. She was reveling in her smallness, even though she was confused by the feelings and the dichotomy of her very existence. Somehow, she felt free, even though she was held captive. She had spent her entire life learning to manipulate and control the people around her, her environment. She was a constant display of strength, or what she perceived as strength. She was beginning to realize that it was a prison, her so-called strength. The students at the college saw her as such an overbearing bitch that they labeled her "the Crimson Tide" partly in reference to her fiery mane of hair, but mostly to point out that she seemed like she was in a constant state of menstrual-cycle induced rage. They were afraid of her, just the same, though. And it was the fear that she had for so long mistaken for respect.

Tanya had opened her eyes to that. There was no mistaking that Tanya had no respect for her, and the attitude that she had possessed as Dr. Cassandra Willover that made her so fearful was a parody for her now. Who would possibly fear a Barbie-doll, despite its rantings? Her temperament had changed drastically after she realized what a comical sight she was now; barking orders and threats in her mouse-like voice, stamping her tiny feet and ranting. Tanya now regarded her as one would regard a spoiled child, and disciplined her the same way, with gentle, yet firm swats across her exposed backside.

She wondered to herself how and why she had adopted such an attitude in the first place, when she was now feeling very much at ease in the more comfortable world that Tanya had created. She now had no responsibility, no pressure to perform. The sham of strength that pushed anyone who dared get close to her away had slipped from her. She had been shrunk out of herself, so to speak, and in the end, felt truly free for the first time in her life. Tanya had, in an obvious act of vengeance, done more of a service to Cassandra Willover than she would ever know. And, in doing so, Cassandra, now thinking of herself as Cassie, began to feel the stirrings of something inside her... something that made her more fearful than the fact that she was resigned to a life as a doll...

Tanya took the steps to Lucille Wolper Hall two at a time, laughing at the sudden spring shower that was soaking her to the bone. She burst through the big doors into the open foyer, her sneakers making wet music on the marble floor. The sound amplified and was amplified by the emptiness of the building. Spring break emptied Westview University of all but herself and a handful of foreign students and a bare minimum of faculty.

Even Dr. Willover had taken some time away, heading upstate to a weeklong symposium on the affects of bioengineering on society in the 21st century, or some such clabber. Tanya would enjoy the conference herself, for some of the greatest minds in the field would be speaking. She knew, however, that Dr. Willover wasn't going to gain insight, but to impose her own viewpoint upon anyone unlucky enough to cross her path.

Tanya was enjoying the break, in any event. Dr Willover would not be back until sometime tomorrow, she knew, and the lab was empty and an almost cheerful place to study with her gone. She turned the corner, unlocked the door to Dr. Willover's Lab, and entered, flipping the light switch as she entered. She checked electronic monitors, saw that all was in working order, made a mental note to feed the tiny animals the next day. After checking the energy levels in the electro-mag pulse generator, she checked the lock on the casing out of habit. Dr. Willover had a bad habit of not relocking it after adjusting the coil, the coil that actually created the electromagnetic field. It was housed within the steel casing, a large convex lid on the top, held down by carbon locks. It was built this way so that the coil could be replaced or adjusted.

Dr. Willover's seeming negligence in relocking the lid annoyed Tanya to no end. With the amount of power flowing through the coil during a pulse, an unsecured lock would be disastrous. She had no desire to test her theory, even though she was tempted to leave it unlocked and let the machine blow Willover sky high. She shook the thought from her head. She was in too good a mood today for such things. She blew a kiss to the dark cages across the room, promised the tiny occupants that she would be back and left the lab.

She was so on air in her own thoughts; thoughts of her tiny lover at home, thoughts of how the small woman made her feel, the things that she made her do...that she never saw Dr. Wolper until she nearly knocked him off his feet. "Whoa! Good Morning, Miss Vale." Dr. Harry Wolper smiled down at Tanya. "In all my years I have never seen a young lady as damp as you."

Tanya laughed. "The rain took me by surprise." she said.

Dr. Wolper looked out the doors to the quad, watching a moment as the sheets of rain swept over the pavement. "The rain always takes me by surprise, too. Even when I know it's coming." He smiled, the light in his eyes belying his 70 plus years. He was a tall, distinguished Englishman, full of life and a lust for knowledge. It was the biogenetic research of Dr. Wolper that made Tanya decide on Westview over the more prestigious Ivy League schools. His love of science was directly related to his love of life, and the betterment thereof. His papers and discoveries reflected that, and Tanya wanted to study in an environment that would nurture such honorable ideals.

"How is the research coming in micro-biotics?" Tanya asked.

Dr. Wolper lit up, he loved to talk about his research, not out of pride, but out of the sheer joy that his work brought him. "Oh, Boris and I have had some smashing success!" Boris being the lab assistant working under Dr. Wolper. Tanya knew him from around campus and envied his working so closely with her idol. "We've managed to engineer a biological organic nano-tech cell! It is a completely organic microscopic robot, that when inserted into it's host, actually self-replicates itself from minerals that it sifts from the blood."

"Oh my god!" Tanya was sincerely impressed. "Dr. Wolper, that's fantastic!" She fought off the urge to hug him, but her elation still showed in her face.

"Please, Miss Vale, call me Harry..." He said exasperated, he constantly reminded her to do so, but she found it so hard to call him by his first name. "...and hold your joy until Boris and I find a use for the damnable things..." His narrow shoulders slumped. "The only thing that we can make them do is stimulate them with high frequency sound waves to make them produce an electric charge. Unfortunately, we can't figure out what in the hell that would be good for." He stood up tall then, "But damned if we'll give up!" He beamed.

"Well, if nothing else, you could use them to replace damaged synapses in patients with brain damage, or Parkinson's disease, or even Alzheimer's..." Tanya offered off-handedly. Harry looked over Tanya's head, his eyes focusing in the distance for a moment. Then he threw his arms around the girl and hugged her tightly, laughing. "Oh, my dear Miss Vale! Of course that's it! I will tell Boris to begin a hypothetical setting." Tanya blushed as Harry released her. "When are you going to come assist me, and leave the 'Crimson Tide' to her own devices?" Harry asked.

It was a sincere request, she knew, but she passed it off...now was not the time. "I would love to work with you, Dr.—Harry," she forced, "but Dr. Willover and I are making amazing progress, and to leave now..."

"Of course, my dear, of course. I understand the dedication to the project, even though I cannot fathom your fascination with your professor." He pulled a pocket watch from his tweed jacket, glanced at it, frowning. "Well, I must be off, Miss Vale." He tipped an imaginary hat to her and turned down the hall. He stopped in mid-turn and smiled back at Tanya. "Please do be careful where you are going, dear. Not everyone will be as understanding of the clumsiness of a woman in love as I am." Tanya frowned at him, puzzled. The look on her face extracted laughter from Dr. Wolper. "Oh, Miss Vale," he chuckled. "...you haven't admitted it, yet, have you?" He moved toward her, put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't let him get away from you, whoever he is...he's a very lucky young man, even if he doesn't know it, yet."

Dr. Wolper left Tanya standing there, dumbfounded. In LOVE? She laughed. Interested, for sure, in LUST, definitely. But in LOVE? With Dr. Willover? She shook her head. No, not Dr. Willover...but her little Cassie? That was a question that she would need to look at.

When Tanya came home, she was pleased to find Cassie asleep in her cage. Not that she didn't want her awake, her lust for the tiny woman wouldn't allow her to leave her sleep for long, but she was afforded a quiet moment to just look at her. So, she did. Just sitting quietly on the floor next to the cage, looking in at the little woman stretched out before her. Her tiny mane of hair haloed her head like a ring of fire, her tiny breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her small legs stretched and relaxed in sleep, her teeny toes curling and uncurling.

Tanya wondered what the miniature woman was dreaming of. Something pleasant, she assumed, taking into account the small cries escaping her, and the quickening of her breathing. Tanya's temperature was rising watching her, and quietly and quickly as she could, she removed her clothes, leaving them in a pile by the cage. When she could watch no more, she gently scooped up the little woman, giggling as her tiny eyes fluttered open, and the slightest hint of a smile crossed her miniscule lips. There was a look in her eyes that Tanya had never seen before, and it was lighting a new fire in her. She moved to the couch, lay down, and placed her toy between her legs.

To Tanya's surprise, though, Cassie didn't move as she should to rub her body against the dampening swell of flesh between Tanya's thighs. Instead, she pressed herself into the vertex of her vagina, and climbed up over her belly. On her hands and knees, Cassie moved slowly up over Tanya's belly, positioned herself atop the mound of Tanya's right breast. Her tiny mouth moved slowly around the areola, then to her stiffening nipple. She kissed and suckled Tanya's teat, setting it aflame with a tingling heat. Then, she slid over the stiff nipple, her legs spread wide over Tanya's mountainous breast.

Cassie lowered her own spread pussy onto Tanya's hard nipple. At contact, both women, large and tiny, gasped. Cassie began to paint Tanya's nipple with the wetness that was building inside her. She opened herself wide, and slowly let the nipple enter her like a lover. Tanya stopped breathing. The sensation of Cassie's tight little hole working to engulfing her nipple threatened to overwhelm her. Cassie began to move then, her tiny hips grinding, sending waves of pleasure through Tanya's body. She desperately wanted to touch herself, but she refrained, letting the tension down below build as the tiny woman's wet hole massaged her nipple, sucked at it with her tiny gyrations.

Tanya watched in lustful fascination as Cassie's tiny breasts undulate with her quickening motions. She heard the tiny woman's mewls turn to gasps then to moans and finally cries from the waves of pleasure crashing within her as the orgasm grew inside her tiny body. Suddenly, without warning, climax took both women over the edge, and Tanya's own cries of pleasure mingled in harmony with Cassie's squeals of delight.

Cassie collapsed across Tanya's breast, quivering under her as the aftershocks wracked the woman's frail form. "Oh! Oh my GOD!" Tanya said at last, "Cassie, that... that was..." She didn't have the words. She scooped the smaller woman up into her palm and looked at her with new eyes. Eyes that were beginning to see what Dr. Wolper had seen in the hallway. "Cassie, I think—" Then the phone rang, and Tanya, with Cassie cradled in her arm like a doll, went to answer.

"~Hello?~" she said, giddily.

The voice at the other end shattered her mood instantly like an ice pick through a stained glass window. "Tanya, this is Dr. Willover." Her voice was cold and angry.

"Uh, yes? Dr. Willover," Tanya stammered, instinctively turning as if to hide the doctor's tiny doppelganger. "Uh, what can I...*?

Dr. Willover wasn't listening, obviously, she cut Tanya off mid sentence. "I want you in my lab immediately." She punctuated every syllable. "...And bring your LITTLE friend with you, too."

Part Five

Tanya's heart pounded in her chest, her mouth was dry and she felt cold rivers of sweat running between her shoulder blades. Dr. Willover had obviously discovered what she had done, but how? When she had finished the cloning process, she had been careful to erase any evidence, cleaning the database, even erasing the security camera's record. What had she missed? Was Dr. Willover so anal-retentive that she noticed the small amount of blood missing from her own sample tube? Tanya's head swam as she approached the lab. She was finding it hard to breath. She knew she had to get it together, but the idea of being discovered frightened her beyond belief. Of course it would mean immediate expulsion, but that was the least of her problems, wasn't it? Dr. Willover knew that Tanya had cloned her. How in hell was she going to explain THAT? What possible explanation could she have for creating a miniature version of her teacher?

"Well, Dr. Willover," Tanya heard herself say in her head, "I've always really wanted to fuck you, see... but I didn't think you would, so I made a tiny replica of you that I could force to suck my pussy." Tanya stopped. That wasn't it was it? It wasn't lust, or love for the Doctor... "Actually, Dr. Willover," the mind play continued in her head, "I'm so sick of being pushed around by you that I created a version of you that I could... push around... myself?" And it was then that Tanya realized that she was no better than Dr. Willover herself. She saw Cassie as a tool, just as Dr. Willover saw the tiny test animals in the lab. Cassie was a living creature, a human being, no matter her tiny size. Yet, despite her self-righteous attitude, Tanya had treated the tiny woman as a thing, the subject of an experiment, and nothing more. It was this humbled attitude that carried her through the door of the lab and into the icy gaze of Dr. Willover.

"WHERE IS IT?!" The Dr. snarled, her hands curled into fists on her hips.

"I... that is..." fear struck Tanya like a fist in the stomach. The room swam and she saw the edges of her vision turning a darkening gray. "I don't ..."

Dr. Willover towered over Tanya, her gaze pinning her to the floor. Tanya suddenly felt as if she herself were shrinking, losing her size under the furious gaze of the Doctor. She felt so tiny and naked, her fear-paralyzed mind creating the illusion that she was only inches tall, helpless and exposed on the tile floor between Dr. Willover's gigantic feet. Willover's voice boomed like thunder in Tanya's ears, slightly louder than the sound of her own terrified pulse. "I cannot believe that you would DARE jeopardize my work for the sake of some animal!!!"

Tanya's fear suddenly flowed away, replaced by confusion. "Animal?" she scowled. "What animal?"

Willover's hands curled into fists. Tanya wasn't sure that one of them wouldn't come crashing into the side of her face. "Don't play fucking stupid, Tanya!" The doctor screamed, "Subject One is missing!! What did you do with it!?" Her hand suddenly shot out, pointing to the row of cages containing the test animals. Tanya's eyes followed, and sure enough, the cage that contained the tiny Labrador was empty. Tanya slowly walked to the cage, almost putting her purse on the table. She quickly remembered the contents of her bag, and clutched it tight to her side.

Behind her, Willover was ranting, but Tanya's mind was focused on the mystery at hand, as well as full of relief at her good fortune. Willover still didn't know, the tiny occupant of her purse was still a secret. But where had the little dog gone? She knew that he was there the day before yesterday, when she had come in to feed the animals. No one had access to the lab, not even the cleaning staff. The lock on the cage was still secure, the wire frame walls were untouched. So how in HELL did it—* Something caught her eye then. "Dr. Willover..." she said quietly, "...there's blood in the bottom of the cage."