The office building was a hive of activity during the day, but as the sun began to set, the hustle and bustle slowly dissipated, leaving only the sound of Samantha's fingers typing away at her computer. Her mind wandered as she stared out the window, the city lights twinkling like stars in the night sky.
Suddenly, she heard a faint noise, like the scuffling of tiny feet. She looked down to see a tiny figure crawling on the floor, no bigger than six inches. Her heart raced as she realized it was a teenage boy, with a broken leg, desperately trying to crawl away.
Samantha felt a surge of arousal at the sight of his youth and vulnerability. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power over him, and she knew she had to take advantage of it.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with cruelty. "What do we have here?"
Timmy looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear. He tried to crawl away faster, but it was no use. Samantha was too powerful, too in control.
"I could call the police," Samantha said, tapping her finger on her chin. "Or, you could become my servant in exchange for sparing your life."
Timmy's eyes widened even further at the suggestion. He knew he had no choice. He was at her mercy.
"Y-yes, anything," he stammered.
Samantha's lips curled into an evil smile. "Good. Now, get to work. Clean this office. Organize my papers. I want everything perfect."
Timmy did as he was told, despite the pain he was in. He was determined to please Samantha, to do whatever it took to stay alive.
Samantha watched him with amusement, her eyes gleaming with power. She was enjoying this, enjoying the feeling of being in control.
Eventually, she decided to test Timmy's limits. She lifted her skirt, revealing her black lace panties. She pulled them down, exposing herself.
"Clean this," she said, sitting down on Timmy, her full weight crushing him.
Timmy gasped for air, trying to push her off. But Samantha was too strong. She increased the pressure, her arousal growing.
"You should have run faster, little boy," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin.
Timmy's eyes widened in fear as he realized what was happening. He was going to die, crushed beneath the weight of this powerful businesswoman.
With a wicked laugh, Samantha crushed Timmy to death, feeling a sense of power and satisfaction. She adjusted her clothes and returned to her work, a dark smile on her face.
"The unwitting servant," she murmured to herself. "He never stood a chance."
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