Chapter 5: Neighborhood Grows

Tia’s mind reeled as she attempted to make sense of her sudden change in fortunes. One moment she had been walking home, and the next, everything went dark. Her memories were a blur—a vague recollection of being lifted off her feet and tossed about like a rag doll before finding herself enclosed in what felt like a small crate or box.

She awoke some time later, disoriented and confused, her head pounding in time with her rapidly beating heart. After several moments, she realized she was trapped—a fact that sent panic coursing through her veins once more.

She screamed, pounded on the walls, and attempted to climb out of the confined space, but to no avail. Eventually, her efforts left her exhausted, and she slumped against the wall, her cries turning to sobs.

Meanwhile, Tomas arrived home, his mind racing with anticipation as he placed the container in his basement—a special treat for Jane that he couldn’t wait to unveil. He believed she would be overjoyed at the addition of another woman, her best friend, to their community and rationalized that this was ultimately for her benefit.

After allowing Tia time to recover from her ordeal, he carried the box downstairs and set it in an empty room adjacent to Jane’s chamber. As he opened the lid and stepped back, he felt a surge of pride at his accomplishment—a sense of satisfaction that swiftly turned to shock as Jane’s furious screams echoed through the basement.

She recognized Tia immediately and flew into a rage—her eyes darting between the shaken woman and Tomas. “What the fuck have you done?” she yelled, her voice strained with emotion. “You can’t just kidnap people and bring them here! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

Tomas was taken aback by her reaction, but before he could respond, Jane turned on him, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Get in here and explain yourself!” she demanded, her voice cracking with anger.

He stepped into the room tentatively, unsure of how to appease his furious Neighbor. Jane seethed as she looked between the two of them, her face contorted with rage. Eventually, she spun on her heel and stormed over to Tia, pulling her into an embrace.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” she cried, pressing a kiss to Tia’s temple. “This fucker has some serious explaining to do.”

Tomas felt a prick of jealousy as he witnessed the tender exchange—an unfamiliar sensation that left him speechless. He’d expected Jane to be delighted—not devastated—by his gift.

As Jane pulled away, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she turned on him again, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. “You have to take her back. Right now. I won’t have this on my conscience.”

Her words punched him in the gut, and he felt a sense of despair settle over him as the reality of his actions hit home. But deep down, he knew it was impossible—returning Tia meant certain arrest, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing his freedom.

Instead, he stood mute—his mouth agape as Jane’s anger morphed into sorrow. She pulled Tia close once more, murmuring soft apologies while the other woman sobbed quietly into her shoulder.

After a few moments, Jane composed herself enough to speak, her voice thick with emotion. “Please ... just go,” she begged, directing her words towards Tomas. “Leave us alone for now.”

He nodded mutely and backed out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. His mind raced as he ascended the stairs. What had he done?

When they were alone, Jane explained much of the situation to a bewildered Tia—detailing her break-in leading to Tomas’s shrinking powers and how he’d shrunk her down to size. She explained why she was trapped here, and that until today, she felt this life was better than the miserable drug and prostitution filled life she had. She apologized profusely for her role in the ordeal, unable to shake the guilt that weighed on her conscience.

Tia listened intently, her eyes wide with disbelief as the truth of their situation sank in. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she breathed, her hands pressing against her temples.

Jane reached out, taking one of her hands soothingly. “I know it’s a lot to process, I’m so sorry. I will force him to send you back.”

Tia smiled weakly, her gaze flicking towards the closed door that separated them from their mysterious captor. She was highly doubtful that Tomas would simply do that. But despite the fear and shock she felt, she saw one bright spot.

“At least I’’m with you, Jane,” she said softly, squeezed the other woman’s hand. “I’ve missed you so much. It’s good to see you again.”

Jane sighed, her throat tightening at the mention of their previous friendship. She’d spoken often of Tia to Tomas, sharing stories of their wild nights out and close bond—and had expressed how much she missed having a girlfriend in the Neighborhood.

Now, faced with her captured friend, an overwhelming sense of responsibility consumed her. “I’m so sorry, Tia. I never meant for this to happen ... I told him about you—how much I missed you, and next thing I knew, he’d brought you here.”

Tia shook her head, her eyes warm with forgiveness. “It’’s not your fault, Janey. Don’t beat yourself up over it. We’ll figure this out together.”

The words offered little comfort to Jane, whose mind raced with the enormity of their predicament—particularly the role she may have played in putting Tia at risk.

She composed herself enough to speak again, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. “Listen ... There’s something you should know about Tomas and me.”

A curious expression crossed Tia’s features, and Jane took a deep breath before continuing.

“We ... we have an agreement. A Pledge. I pledged to be his sex outlet. He has free use to fuck me whenever and however he wants.”

Tia gasped, but Jane quickly continued.

“No, no, its ok. I’ve lived on the streets, have had abusive pimps that beat me up. This is still a better life for me. And in the past month or so, he’s started to be more kind and gentle with me. Almost like a friend.”

The words hung heavily in the air between them, and Jane couldn’t help but notice the way Tia’s eyes widened at the revelation. Tia had a hard time processing it all.

She took her friend’s hand once more, giving it a gentle squeeze as she explained further. “That means you might see him with me—out in the open.”

Tia paled slightly but replied a bit tentatively, “I understand ... But he hasn’t tried to force himself on me yet.”

Jane shook her head, relieved that Tomas hadn’t taken things further without consent. “I’m so glad to hear that. I will try to get him to promise never to do that.”

A small smile played on Tia’’s lips as she processed the information, her eyes searching Jane’s face for reassurance.

“It’ll be okay,” she murmured. “We’ll get through this together.”

Jane couldn’t help but return the smile, grateful for Tia’’s resilience and determination—even in the face of such unimaginable circumstances. But despite her words of comfort, a niggling sense of worry lingered as she considered Tomas’’s unpredictable nature.

She sighed again, her thumb rubbing softly over Tia’’s knuckles. “I’m selfishly glad you’re here ... but I wish it could have been under different circumstances.”

Once more, Tia offered Jane forgiveness and reassurance, determined to make the best of their situation—together.

For the remainder of the day, Tomas kept his distance, his conscience as heavy as Jane’’s accusations. He left trays of food outside their room without a word and retreated upstairs, lost in thought.

Jane recognized his contrition but remained stony faced—still seething over his actions. She didn’t trust herself to speak to him without lashing out further, so she was glad he was keeping his distance.

Over the next few days, tension hung heavy in the air. Jane spent all of her time with Tia, filling her in on the ins and outs of life in the Neighborhood. She tried to tell Tia that Tomas wasn’t all bad. Maybe she was trying to convince herself.

“He just has this power ... and it’s like it’s consumed him,” she explained somberly, her eyes reflecting her inner turmoil.

They spent time catching up. They shared stories of their lives since the two of them drifted apart—Jane gave Tia a glimpse of her life on the street. Some of the tales brought them both to tears. And she told Tia the story of her life here in what she and Tomas called the Neighborhood.

“He’s abided by his pledge to me, even when he was the angriest. He has changed over these months. He spends time just visiting, and showing a real interest in who I am.” Jane explained, “And in certain moments, it seems like I have some amount of power over him as well. Maybe I’m just imagining things.”

As the days passed, an eerie sense of normality settled over their captive existence. Jane observed the way Tia carried herself with surprising composure—almost as if nothing had changed.

“How are you so calm?” she asked one morning as they shared a cup of coffee in the shared kitchen area.

A small smile played on Tia’s lips as she reflected on her past, her eyes narrowing at the memory. “You remember I grew up with an abusive father,” she began, her voice steady despite the topic. “The man was a monster—a drunk who took out his frustration on all of us. Mom finally left him, and he barely even noticed we were gone.”

Her throat tightened as the memories flooded back, but she continued stoically.

“Life after the divorce was tough—Mom struggled to make ends meet, and Dad was a deadbeat who never helped out. But I had you ... and your wild ways taught me to face my fears head-on.”

She paused, her eyes glinting with determination.

“I’ve been through some pretty shitty things in life, but I always came out the other side. And the fact that Tomas hasn’t touched me, you know, sexually, gives me hope—hope that we can find a way out of this mess.”

Jane regarded her friend with newfound appreciation, marveling at her strength and resilience. Perhaps there was hope for them yet, she thought as Tia reached out, offering a reassuring squeeze to her hand.

“Hard as my life has been, I think yours has been incredible,” Tia continued. “I mean it must have been murder to go through withdrawal on your own here after being captured. At rehab, at least they have some drugs and shrinks to help a little. Oops, I didn’t mean it that way.” Tia giggled at her own inadvertent joke; her humor was indestructible.

Jane smiled, she felt guilty but grateful that Tia was here. “It was definitely hard at first. But there’s something I haven’t told you. Um. Well ... We found out that Tomas’s cum has magical properties. It heals the body. It alleviated the withdrawal symptoms and brought a calm to me.”

Tia’s mouth hit the floor. Was this a joke? Jane seemed dead serious. It sounded like a fantasy story. But on the flip side, here they are, both three inches tall, so she questioned her own doubts.

“We also think that it might also stop aging. We suspect it gives us eternal life.”

For the first time since this ordeal Tia saw opportunity. Her lemonade making skills started churning. “Well, Jane, that’s something that many people have tried to sell theirs souls for and failed. Maybe we can make something of this afterall.”

It took a full week before Tomas found the courage to approach Jane once more. The first couple days the voice of his conscience screamed at him as loudly as Jane did. But over a few days, that voice settled down a little and his libido voice got more footing. The intoxication of his superpowers returned. A delicate balance teetered in him.

He ventured into the Neighborhood one afternoon and requested some time alone to speak with Jane. As soon as Tia left them be, Jane rounded on him, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and anguish.

“You have to put her back—you hear me?” she demanded, her voice strained with emotion.

Tomas sighed, knowing full well the gravity of his actions but unable to bear the thought of the alternative. When he didn’t immediately consent, Jane laid into him. “So this is it? You’’re going to keep her here against her will for the rest of her life?”

On and on she ranted at him non-stop. She was livid and Tomas couldn’t get a word in. So he did the only thing he could think of. He whipped out his dick and shoved it in her mouth. He poked the back of her throat a few times. It was hard for Jane to talk with a cock tickling her gag reflexes.

“Will you please just let me say something?” Tomas interjected while still deepthroating her. “I know what I did was wrong ... but I can’’t just put her back. She’d go to the cops, and we both know what would happen then. I’m not going to jail and I’m not going to let you get turned into a lab rat.”

Jane seethed, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She was choking on his dick but she listened. And like it or not, she saw the truth in what he was saying. That calmed he down. When he felt the fight in her subside, he asked, “Can I pull out of your face now and have a discussion?”

“mrph mrph,” she nodded. He took that as a ‘yes’ and pulled out.

They discussed but didn’t see many options. Tia would have to say in the Neighborhood, but Jane was set to protect her as much as she could. Tomas extended his Pledge to provide for her as well. And he would not force himself on her. At the same time he would not give her his seed unless she Pledged. And Jane agreed to help her consider Pledging, but it had to be Tia’s decision.

And so they agreed. As their discussion drew to a close, Tomas regained his composure to finish what he had started. He inserted his cock back into Jane’s willing mouth.

He grasped her by the hair, guiding her rhythm and depth as he grew closer to release. His palms sweated against her scalp, his breath quickening, and his eyes rolling back in his head as pleasure coursed through him.

Jane moaned around his length, encouraging him with her hands on his thighs—urging him towards climax as she deep throated him, her cheeks hollowing. Her mouth felt incredible—the friction of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft driving him wild. He gripped her head tighter, thrusting harder and faster into her waiting mouth.

Moans turned to desperate grunts as his orgasm neared, his hips bucking rhythmically. With a final hard tug on her hair, he came with a grunt, his warm seed flooding her mouth and spilling over her cheeks and down her chin.

She swallowed eagerly, milking him with skilled hands—her eyes never leaving his as she savored every drop. She sucked with increasing voracity as the healing warmth of his cum raced through her body. It lifted her spirits and alleviated the stress she had been feeling these past few days. As the last vestiges of his climax ebbed away, Tomas pulled free, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he gave Jane a lopsided grin.

Just then, movement beyond the window caught their attention—the silhouette of Tia peering in curiously.

A devious smile crossed Jane’s features as she licked her lips, savoring the residual taste of Tomas’’s release before speaking.

“Looks like our little audience is back. Go on, show yourself.

Tia stepped into view, her eyes wide as she witnessed the intimate exchange—the sight of Jane on her knees, still naked from the waist up, and the satisfied look on her face.

A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she met their gazes, her own desire evident in her dilated pupils. Jane noticed it too and, with a mischievous glint in her eye, stepped closer to the window, offering Tia an unabashed view of Tomas’s spent cock as he was dressing. It was still twitching occasionally in the aftershocks

Once Tomas had composed himself and departed, Tia hesitantly reentered the house, curiosity getting the better of her. Closing the door behind her, she asked, “Did he just come here for a blowjob?”

Jane’s mood was much improved. His semen was working its magic on her psyche. “Come in, Tia! It was a celebration blowjob. We came to an understanding about you.”

Tia approached Jane. She was a little surprised at the sudden mood change. Standing a few feet from Jane, Tia reached out, caressed Jane’s cheek and deftly wiped a drop of cum from the side of her mouth and brought it to her own lips. As she imbibed the tiniest drop of seminal fluid, she magic rocked her body. Unlike Jane, she was unprepared for it. She staggared backwards from the impact and needed to sit down. The warmed filled her throat and tingled through her body. “This is what you were telling me.”