Gwendy Elite Occupation

Two hours later, the Gwendy Elite have turned the workshop and toy store into a veritable fortress for them -- drawing all blinds and locking all doors and windows, gathering all tools and supplies they can make use of, disassembling small electronics and appliances to build various gadgets, even gathering some drone, remote control cars and wagons to outfit with makeshift engines to make proper vehicles for them.

The group of identical Major Lugers stood atop the register counter, overseeing, delegating and checking status on their new small army and base of operations. The first Major Luger activated in the bunch, Luger-1, stood in the center, arms folded and scanning the surroundings. She turned to the other four Majors with a slight smirk on her face, "It's a bit rudimentary, and the whole operation was fairly spur of the moment, but things are going well."

Luger-2 nodded, "Agreed. We've adapted and overcome quickly, considering the circumstances."

"And with the boy in our custody, the Creature Feature scum are deprived a vital potential ally," Luger-3 folded her arms in satisfaction.

"The freaks don't stand a chance," Luger-4 quietly spat.

Luger-5 hummed, "Speaking of which, one of us should go check on our local 'collaborator.'" The Majors exchanged glances, considering the suggestion. It was a valid point; they needed to keep tabs on their prisoner.

"Roger that," Luger-1 nodded, "I'll do it."

"Want me to join?"

"I've got it. You lot stay here and keep things running smoothly."

With that, Luger-1 turned on her heel and hopped down from the counter to the floor, and started walking toward the back workshop. As she approached the workshop door, the sounds of chatter and the buzzing of power tools grew in volume. She pushed through the door and saw numerous of her Gwendy Elite subordinates tinkering and assembling all kinds of small contraptions, gadgets, even makeshift weapons. She surveyed the area, watching the small soldiers work diligently and efficiently, assembling everything they could from what they scavenged. She passed by a table of Bright Eyes's working on what appeared to be a tiny surveillance drone, and another of Nikki's tinkering with attaching several remote control cars' battery packs to a go-kart. She continued on her path to the other side of the workshop, where their prisoner was being held.

Around the corner to a little storage alcove, she found him where they left him. The dolly cart, the cart that these toys's boxes were stacked on and first wheeled in on, was now laid back horizontally. The dolls had Alan strapped down to it with ratchet straps and duct tape, now able to be pushed around on the wheels of the cart whenever the toy soldier women wished, and tucked him under a shelving unit with enough space between the bottom shelf and the floor to make him feel claustrophobic.

Luger-1 passed a Bright Eyes standing guard with an ice cold gaze, while six Cadet Kinkys had been tasked with 'setting up his interrogation,' and two Cassie Kabooms, two Nikki Sparks's and two Rosa Thorns were enlisted to help them 'keep him in check,' all of them standing on the sides of the dolly, or on his chest, hips and thighs. The Nikki Sparks's had disassembled an old beeper and built a makeshift vibrating gadget from its parts, and strapped it to the underside of his manhood, one Cadet controlling its power levels, bombarding him with inconsistent vibrations, while the other Cadets, Rosas and Cassies stimulated him on other parts of the body at varying intensities -- one Cadets dragging a thin paintbrush over one nipple, a Rosa Thorn gently tweaking and tugging the other with a pair of needle-nose pliers -- driving him insane with varying sensations to keep him on the edge, disoriented and foggy.

Luger-1 watched the scene unfold. She didn't flinch at the Gwendy Elite's methods, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the scene before her. The boy lay in a submissive position, his body at their mercy.

"Not so tough now, are you?" one of the Nikki's teased, smirking down at him as the other toys continued. Alan couldn't respond, his mouth still thoroughly gagged, and the sensations coursing through him too overwhelming. The taunting words of the tiny militant women only added to his surreal humiliation and torment. He tried to squirm, to resist, but the restraints held him tight. All he could do was take it, **** and exposed beneath his army of tiny captors' gaze.

A small, satisfied smirk appeared on the Major's face. After watching for a few more moments, she decided it was time to check in. "Alright, soldiers. That's enough." Each of the Dolls immediately snapped to attention and stood rigid, ceasing their actions against Alan. They watched as Luger took a few steps closer. Luger-1 approached the cart where Alan was laid out, hopping up on a nearby shelf to take a closer look from eye-level. Cables and ratchet straps secured his limbs, the ring of duct tape remained tight around his head, and the device attached to his cock lowered in intensity. She didn't show it, but a sadistic sense of satisfaction washed over her at the sight of him like that.

"Status report, soldiers." she asked, her voice maintaining a no nonsense tone.

The lead Cadet Kinky giggled, "Cavity search was clean, ma'am. He's ain't hiding nothin'."

"Restraints are solid," a Rosa Thorn confirmed, tugging at one of the straps to demonstrate, "His resistance is negligible by now."

"He won't be causing any trouble anytime soon," a Cassie Kaboom smirked, patting his pelvis with her small plastic hand.

Luger-1 gave each of them a nod of approval, then turned her attention back to the boy on the cart, scanning over his exposed and **** form. A small smirk played on her lips.

"Good," she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Keep up the good work, ladies. Make sure he stays compliant."