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Ashe snickered to herself, rather pleased with the unexpected addition to their haul.
With the global unrest that had been amping up lately security was getting tighter and tighter on all of the targets her and her crew aimed for, which led her to plan a more unusual heist than normal to carry them through the future. She'd heard word about a private experimental weapon testing facility not far from her territory, and while tricked-out guns weren't her usual interest she figured they would a big help for her crew in the long run. Unfortunately the facility was teeming with security, real professionals from the Helix Security firm. Smart enough to know that running in guns blazing wouldn't take her far Ashe aimed for a more subtle approach, bribing some of the facilities staff and planning out a quick, and hopefully undetected, heist. Things had gone well at first, they successfully snuck into the storeroom and while wearing the staff uniforms they had "borrowed" brazenly loaded crate after crate of high-tech gear onto their truck. But just before they were about to leave the captain of the security team seemed to grow a bit suspicious, and boarded the truck. Pharah pulled open one of the crates and went through the weapons, recognizing one of them as a prototype that was definately NOT ready to be shipped off-site yet. Ashe noticed the change of expression on the captain's face and quickly grabbed one of the experimental weapons from a crate, her normal weapons back at back at the hideout for the sake of her disguise. Barely getting the drop on her Ashe's gun shot out a bright but surprisingly silent flash of light, and the nosy captain was nowhere to be seen once the light faded. Quickly hiding the weapon behind her back Ashe peered out the back of the truck, but thankfully saw no flashing alarms or panicking staff. The rest of the heist went off swimmingly, and soon Ashe and her crew were on their way back home with mountains of firepower. Ashe sat against a crate in the back of the truck, looking over the weapon she had fired earlier. She was rather surprised by the firepower it seemed to hold, she hadn't even noticed any ash left over when she had blasted that guard. As she glanced over the metal floor with that thought in mind she noticed a strange figure scuttling across it, assuming it was a bug she stretch out her leg and grinded it under her boot. She paid the insignificant bug no more mind as she helped her crew unload the goods, and plopped into her favourite chair with a satisfied sigh. After a moments rest leaned forward to undo her boots, ready to laze away the day before reigning some terror with her new toys. But as she pried one off she noticed a rather odd colored piece of scrap stuck to the sole of it, the same color scheme as the Helix Security firm armor. Thinking at first that their her victim had left some small remains behind after all she reached out to scrape it off, but gasped as the strange scrap started squirming. A closer look showed a dented and exhausted looking Helix captain who was still very much alive, but somehow unbelievably tiny! Too shocked at first at the realization of what one of her new guns was capable of Ashe ignored the squirming figure in her palm before a small, sharp pain shot through it. Looking over to the see the cocky little guard BITING down on her like the bug she was pissed Ashe off immensely, and she instinctively squeezed her fist shut on the struggling bug. After a minute of audible crunching Ashe finally eased up, revealing a still breathing Pharah with armor that looked more like aluminium foil now. Ashe grinned at the sad state of her tiny captive, and using her other hand slowly peeled the ruined armor off of her. Apparently Helix guards didn't wear much under all that metal, as the tiny egyptian was now clad in nothing but her undergarments. Pharah shot a hateful glare to the towering white-haired crook that held her, which only seem to amuse Ashe more.
"Look here you little bug, you can hate me all you like but you're still going to be stuck like that. I don't know if any of my haul could even fix you, but even if it could I sure as hell still wouldn't. So you have two options, you can start kissing my palm and begging me to let you be my little pet, or I can just crush you like a worthless bug here and now so you die with whatever scraps of pride you still have. Whaddya say?"
As much as Pharah wanted to curse out this sadistic cowgirl with everything she had even if it meant her death, she knew that her team would be coming to look for her soon. There was no way this small-time robber would be able to elude them for long, and even if the lab she had been guarding didn't have reversal tech for her yet she was sure they could manage it eventually. She reluctantly decided to swallow her pride and started kissing her captors palm, taking solace in the fact that her rescue would wipe the smug smirk off her giant face soon enough. Ashe was giddy about her new tiny slave, and over the next few weeks subjected her to humiliating task after humiliating task. Everything from licking her feet and being used as a loofah in the shower to some more intimate games in the bedroom, Pharah felt her pride slipping away more and more as she followed all of her masters orders without resisting. As time passed more and more with little meaning for the small servant, the thought of rescue faded from her thoughts. But so used to the humiliating tasks her mistress gave to her Pharah didn't feel much point in stubbornly dying anymore, and continued serving Ashe in a dulled haze. It wasn't until months later, or years, who knows...
As she marinated in her masters sweaty slippers, slowly rubbing herself against her sole since she knew she would enjoy it, Pharah decided not to lick up too much sweat or toejam so she would have more for later. She almost stopped cold as the pathetic nature of that thought struck her, but decided she was being foolish. Whatever life she used to live was irrelevant, the only influence she could have on the world now was pleasing her master. And while she certainly hated worshipping her at first, she was finding more and more happiness with her role. Who cared about pride, that was for gods and goddesses like the one she was underfoot, at her size she should really be honored to be able to serve her!
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Ashe snickered to herself, rather pleased with the unexpected addition to their haul.
With the global unrest that had been amping up lately security was getting tighter and tighter on all of the targets her and her crew aimed for, which led her to plan a more unusual heist than normal to carry them through the future. She'd heard word about a private experimental weapon testing facility not far from her territory, and while tricked-out guns weren't her usual interest she figured they would a big help for her crew in the long run. Unfortunately the facility was teeming with security, real professionals from the Helix Security firm. Smart enough to know that running in guns blazing wouldn't take her far Ashe aimed for a more subtle approach, bribing some of the facilities staff and planning out a quick, and hopefully undetected, heist. Things had gone well at first, they successfully snuck into the storeroom and while wearing the staff uniforms they had "borrowed" brazenly loaded crate after crate of high-tech gear onto their truck. But just before they were about to leave the captain of the security team seemed to grow a bit suspicious, and boarded the truck. Pharah pulled open one of the crates and went through the weapons, recognizing one of them as a prototype that was definately NOT ready to be shipped off-site yet. Ashe noticed the change of expression on the captain's face and quickly grabbed one of the experimental weapons from a crate, her normal weapons back at back at the hideout for the sake of her disguise. Barely getting the drop on her Ashe's gun shot out a bright but surprisingly silent flash of light, and the nosy captain was nowhere to be seen once the light faded. Quickly hiding the weapon behind her back Ashe peered out the back of the truck, but thankfully saw no flashing alarms or panicking staff. The rest of the heist went off swimmingly, and soon Ashe and her crew were on their way back home with mountains of firepower. Ashe sat against a crate in the back of the truck, looking over the weapon she had fired earlier. She was rather surprised by the firepower it seemed to hold, she hadn't even noticed any ash left over when she had blasted that guard. As she glanced over the metal floor with that thought in mind she noticed a strange figure scuttling across it, assuming it was a bug she stretch out her leg and grinded it under her boot. She paid the insignificant bug no more mind as she helped her crew unload the goods, and plopped into her favourite chair with a satisfied sigh. After a moments rest leaned forward to undo her boots, ready to laze away the day before reigning some terror with her new toys. But as she pried one off she noticed a rather odd colored piece of scrap stuck to the sole of it, the same color scheme as the Helix Security firm armor. Thinking at first that their her victim had left some small remains behind after all she reached out to scrape it off, but gasped as the strange scrap started squirming. A closer look showed a dented and exhausted looking Helix captain who was still very much alive, but somehow unbelievably tiny! Too shocked at first at the realization of what one of her new guns was capable of Ashe ignored the squirming figure in her palm before a small, sharp pain shot through it. Looking over to the see the cocky little guard BITING down on her like the bug she was pissed Ashe off immensely, and she instinctively squeezed her fist shut on the struggling bug. After a minute of audible crunching Ashe finally eased up, revealing a still breathing Pharah with armor that looked more like aluminium foil now. Ashe grinned at the sad state of her tiny captive, and using her other hand slowly peeled the ruined armor off of her. Apparently Helix guards didn't wear much under all that metal, as the tiny egyptian was now clad in nothing but her undergarments. Pharah shot a hateful glare to the towering white-haired crook that held her, which only seem to amuse Ashe more.
"Look here you little bug, you can hate me all you like but you're still going to be stuck like that. I don't know if any of my haul could even fix you, but even if it could I sure as hell still wouldn't. So you have two options, you can start kissing my palm and begging me to let you be my little pet, or I can just crush you like a worthless bug here and now so you die with whatever scraps of pride you still have. Whaddya say?"
As much as Pharah wanted to curse out this sadistic cowgirl with everything she had even if it meant her death, she knew that her team would be coming to look for her soon. There was no way this small-time robber would be able to elude them for long, and even if the lab she had been guarding didn't have reversal tech for her yet she was sure they could manage it eventually. She reluctantly decided to swallow her pride and started kissing her captors palm, taking solace in the fact that her rescue would wipe the smug smirk off her giant face soon enough. Ashe was giddy about her new tiny slave, and over the next few weeks subjected her to humiliating task after humiliating task. Everything from licking her feet and being used as a loofah in the shower to some more intimate games in the bedroom, Pharah felt her pride slipping away more and more as she followed all of her masters orders without resisting. As time passed more and more with little meaning for the small servant, the thought of rescue faded from her thoughts. But so used to the humiliating tasks her mistress gave to her Pharah didn't feel much point in stubbornly dying anymore, and continued serving Ashe in a dulled haze. It wasn't until months later, or years, who knows...
As she marinated in her masters sweaty slippers, slowly rubbing herself against her sole since she knew she would enjoy it, Pharah decided not to lick up too much sweat or toejam so she would have more for later. She almost stopped cold as the pathetic nature of that thought struck her, but decided she was being foolish. Whatever life she used to live was irrelevant, the only influence she could have on the world now was pleasing her master. And while she certainly hated worshipping her at first, she was finding more and more happiness with her role. Who cared about pride, that was for gods and goddesses like the one she was underfoot, at her size she should really be honored to be able to serve her!
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