I'm a Slave for YouByAsukaFanChapter One:Thoughtless Ignoranceâ€œAlicia come in here!â€â€œWhat is it my master.â€â€œMy water is warm. I told you I wanted cold water. What part of cold don't youunderstand?â€â€œI'm sorry master. Iâ€¦Iâ€¦I will get you more.â€â€œYou better or it's off with your head.â€â€œYes my lord.â€I ran off as quickly as I could. I didn't want to cross my lord. No one crossesmy lord. He is the most powerful man on the planet. He owns nearly ¼ of Davbar.
I have worked for Lord Malcolm for 19 years now which would be my whole life. Hebought me the day I was born.
â€œAlicia! I don't keep you around here to dilly dally. I want my cold water!â€As I re entered my masters den I knew that I would be his until I die. I set theglass of water down beside him. My lord is a bald man with ghost white skin. Helooks to be in his mid forties but I am not really sure. He has a slight bellybut it isn't too overweight.
â€œI am through with you for tonight. I don't want to see you again till morning.â€I left the room immediately and headed for my room. I lived in a separatebuilding behind his mansion. I ran the quarter mile to my small home. It wasjust a small one room shack but it's the only place I have been able to callhome for as long as I can remember. I kicked off my shoes and lay down on mymattress. I hadn't laid there too long when I heard the rain begin. It would bea long night I thought to myself.
I started looking about my home. My entire house is the size of one bedroom.
It's just not fair I thought to myself. My eyes stopped on my shoes. My old wornpair of tennis shoes lay astray on the ground. I walk over to my shoe and satdown next to them. They have an old beaten up look to them. The insole has anexact print of my feet in them.
I remember when I first got these. I was 8 year olds. It was the first thing mylord had ever bought me. I asked them why they had to be so big. He told me justbecause they do. I now know why they had to be so big. I would have to wear themfor 11 years now. My bare feet have grown to hate those shoes as much as I do. Iwalk around barefoot whenever I am not in my lord's house just to spite him.
Just so he can't have the satisfaction of knowing I use something he gave me anymore then I absolutely have too.
I slowly meander towards my closet. I swing open the door and look and see myclothes. My clothes are the only thing I have that I am proud of. I save all mymoney that I get and buy new outfits. They are all so pretty and I never get towear them accept when I am here and then I usually just sleep. Why do I waste mymoney on these things I can't even use? All I am allowed to wear is denim andcotton tops. I must be ugly because my lord always makes me cover up as much ofmy body as I can. When I see other lords make there slaves wear next to nothing.
I walk back to my bed and collapse. I welcome the unconscious state of sleep.
Then I am free, there I have no worries or troubles. I am free to live my ownlife.
I should really get a new servant. This one is getting to be a littlebothersome. She had a good run but I guess I will destroy her tomorrow. No usehaving around the useless. I got up from my chair and started filling out thepaperwork on my way to my room. I just finished up the report and stuck it in mydesk drawer as I sat down on my bed. A smirk crossed my face as I felt likehaving a little fun. I went over to the call pad and hit James's button.
â€œJames I want you hear tonight!â€â€œYes my lord right away. I am always at your disposal.â€â€œRight, you are now and hurry.â€â€œYes my lordâ€â€œI don't keep you alive because I like you. I keep you alive because you make mehappy.â€â€œYes my lord. I am on way.â€A few minutes later I saw James walk in. She always did have a perfect body. Itsone of those things you can just stare at all day and not get tired of everseeing. She is how I relieved my stress and pressures of ruling a kingdom.
Having billions upon billions of people look up to me and hang on my every wordknowing that if they would cross me that it would mean death. James startedstripping down to almost nothing the moment she walked into the room. My eyeswere locked onto her body and my problems dealing with Alicia speedily dripaway. James slinks over to my bed and I quickly shove her so she is on thebottom and go to work on my prize, my gem, my jewel, my person.
After I finish banging her I shove her down under the covers and make herpleasure me as I lay relaxing stretched out on my bed drifting off to sleep.
Just before I go to sleep I order her out of my room since I am done with her. Ismile as she quickly runs out of my room making sure not to spend a momentlonger then needed so as too not upset me.
Morning came much too early as I got out of bed but I remembered that I wouldget to kill a growing problem today so it would be a good day. As I walked intothe main hall of my castle. I noticed a smell of vanilla aroma spread throughout the room. I didn't give it too much thought as even this nice touch will notbuy Alicia more time. I called her to come here immediately. After waiting 3 or4 minutes I called again and she came in carrying my lunch.
â€œWhat took you so long? I had to wait 4 minutes for you to come in here? When Icall I expect you here immediately.â€â€œI am sorry my lord. I thought since your meal was almost done I could bringthem all at once.â€â€You thought? You thought?! I don't have you around here to think I keep youalive to do what I say, to follow my commands I do the thinking around here. ME!What part of me don't you understand?â€â€œI am sorry my lord. I won't do it again.â€â€œWhen you first came here years ago I told you the rules were simple. The ruleswere easy to remember. You do what I say, you listen to what I say and in returnI will allow you to live. I do recognize everyone has momentary lapses injudgment so I gave you 5 strikes. 5 mistakes you are allowed to make and youhave run out. You are no longer of use to me and your life ends now!â€â€œNO! My lord I beg you, please! I will not fail you again.â€â€œWait here while I get my sword. There is no use running you cannot hide fromme.â€As I started to walk out of the room the distance to the door grew farther andfarther. I could hear the crying and sobbing of my slave in the background. Mylegs burned in pain as I continued to walk. I spun around as the doors toeverywhere spread out farther and farther. Before I could even yell for help itwas much too late I couldn't even see the doors anymore. I screamed now for helpbut my voice sounded weak and squeaky. All around the room I felt severeshaking. I could hardly stand and I was sent tumbling to the ground. We have nothad an earthquake in Davbar for several hundred years. I looked up from thefloor to see a pair of well worn, shoes stomping towards me. I gulped as Irecognized whose they were. I looked further up to see the familiar old, faded,ripped denim pants of my servant. How small am I? I can't even see her shirtfrom here. Each of her shoes pounded down on either side of me. I could smellthe pungent odor toppling over the vanilla. All my nose could smell was therotten disease infested smell wafting off the shoes.
I soon new that I had to leave because my lord would be angry with me like heusually is but maybe I can hope to get into this good graces. I throw on atattered pair of jeans which is the nicest pair that he allows me to wear and anold faded white t-shirt. I walk over towards the old worn shoes that I havegrown to hate and slide my bare feet into them. As run out the door towards themansion. I walk into the backdoor and start working on his lunch immediately.
After about an hour I hear him bellow for me. Great, I think to myself. Whatcould that porker want with me this time? I decide to finish his dinner thenenter the hall. A vanilla scent fills the air and makes me smile. As I walktowards my lord I can tell he isn't happy. Immediately he starts yelling at meand telling me everything that I have done wrong. As he tells me that my workwith him is threw I already know what is coming up. No one has ever just leftLord Malcolm's state of residence after he has gotten rid of them. Tears startedto well in my eyes as he threw me to the ground and yelled something at me but Iwas crying too much to hear what he said. I saw him start to leave and walk byme looking much shorter then usual I thought. I continued crying with my back tohim. After I figured he was gone I decided that I was going to try to run. Iwould be dead anyway. I got up and with tears in my eyes I started walkingtowards the door. As I grew closer and closer to the door I could hear asqueaking noise. I then looked down at my feet to see my lord between my shoes.
â€œWell, well, well what do we have here?â€â€œAlicia! Help me please something happened to me. I will allow you to livefreely if you help me.â€â€œOf course my lord.â€I reached towards the tiny man. The closer and closer my hand drew towards him Icould tell he was getting nervous and scared. I couldn't figure out why. I havenever in my life seen Lord Malcolm show any sign of weakness. I carefullywrapped my fingers around his body. He felt warm and squishy to my touch. Ilifted him slowly and carefully up off the ground as to make sure he wasn'thurt. He looked to be no more then an inch or two tall. I held the palm of myhand up so it was level with my eyes. As I walked towards his seat I sat downand continued to stare at him.
As I sat down I noticed how soft and plush Lord Malcolm's chair was. I stretchedmy legs out and rested my feet on the footstool as I continued to look at him. Ihaven't ever felt such comfort before in my life. As I continued to look at himI could see my lord growing more and more upset. Having worked for him for solong I know his expressions and what he is thinking based on them.
â€œListen here! Get out of my seat! That is the seat of power and you have none.
Your job is to do what I say now don't you do anything your going to regret. Getsome --â€œYour voice sounds so squeaky and quiet. I have to pay such attention just tounderstand you.â€â€œWell understand this. I want you off your down trodden ass and getting me themedical attention I deserve. I own you my slave.â€The words slave rang through my head. I remembered how I was suppose to be deadalready. I am on borrowed time. I... wait a minute. When I went to pick up mylord he was scared and nervous. Why would he be scared of me unless he knowsthat I am now in control. Yes, that has to be it. Look at him, he is no positionto be telling me anything.
â€œAre you understanding me. I saidâ€â€œShut up Malcolm. You listen to meâ€â€œWhat did you call me? You ungrateful wench.â€â€œI said listen to me and listen to me good. I am in charge around here now. Youwill be doing what I say from now on. If you're good I may allow you to live inMY KINGDOM!â€It felt so good to hold such a tiny living being. I loved how he twisted,twirled, and curled in my grip hopelessly fighting against my superior grip. Forthe first time I had power over something, no someone else. It was divine, itwas fantastic, I didn't want to let it go. I got out of the chair and walked outof the main hall and into the kitchen. I could hear Malcolm yelling and shoutingat me but I paid his squeaky sniveling voice no attention. I grabbed a energyjar and dropped him onto the metal plank. I smiled down at him as he ran to theedge. At the last moment I pressed the button on the side and the energy wallsshot up into the air and I couldn't help but laugh as I watched the tiny manfall back on his bottom from the shock of the energy walls. I placed the othermetal plank on the roof which made the seal absolute. I set the energy jar onthe counter and marveled at my little man.
I gulped as I looked at the gigantic steam ship sized shoes before me. I triedto move but my body moved like a statue and my eyes climbed up this massive bodybefore me. The dirt ridden shoes rose above me like a monument. The tan,powerfully sculpted legs exited out of the monument like shoes. My eyes followedthe well tanned ankles up into the denim pants. The once dark blue now faded toalmost baby blue pants. I shuddered as I realized that I couldn't see past herknees. The more and more I looked at her it pained me as I realized how I neverpaid more attention to Alicia. She's absolutely gorgeous. My eyes are willing topay any price just to see all of what I have taken for granted countless times.
I marveled as Alicia's body lowered down towards me. Her knee's allowing herbody to bend while supporting more weight then I can fathom at this point. Outof the corner of my eye I spot something fleshy swinging around and thenstriking towards me like a snake does its pray. Strong tree trunk like rods curlaround my body. I can feel her four fingers at my back. I start running awayfrom her fingers but her thumb slices down in front of me. I bounce into herthumb and stumble backwards into her four waiting fingers. Her fingers and thumbnow firmly around my body I try to fight my way out of her grasp. As my feetleave the ground I start to panic. The higher and higher I rise my ears start topop. As I speed past her waist I find myself freefalling back down below herwaist. I crash into the palm of her hand and I begin to restart my ascentupwards.
I am now level with her pool sized eyes that are staring intently back at me. Iscurry to the edge of her hand and look down. I gulp as I can barely see thefloor. As she continues to look at me I notice her starting to lower downtowards my chair. I can hardly believe my slave is going to sit and stare at mein a time like this. I Jump to my feet and begin to yell at her. I notice thatshe very smugly stares back at me. I continue yelling but it falls on deaf earsas I can tell that she is starting to feel power struck as she holds me in herhand.
My voice now sore from shouting but I start to think that my yelling is havingan effect as Alicia gets up starts heading towards the door. She takes thetwists and turns of the castle while continuing to stare at me. We pause in thekitchen and I turn towards her but before I can say anything I feel myselfsliding out of her hand. I reach and flail my arms as I try to grab a hold ofanything to stop my fall but the only thing that stops my fall is a metal floor.
I look around the floor puzzled by what I am on. It looks to be a metal floorthat is about the size of a king sized and twin sized bed put together. There isthen a small off shoot of metal that has a gigantic button on it. Just before Ireach the edge of the metal floor I look up to Alicia holding a very similarlooking floor to the one I am on only that it is acting as a ceiling of sorts.
With a flick of the button energy walls shoot up and attach to the ceiling. Theenergy wall burns my chest as it ignites and I stumble back towards the middleof the floor.
I think back to my child hood and I remember catching grasshoppers, and spidersin these cages. I never once thought I would be in one of these cages. As I lookout through the clear energy walls I see Alicia staring at me on the other side.
Her strong thunder like voice rings loudly as it resonates in the energy jar.
The jar is set on the table Alicia's eyes stare happily back at me. I watch asshe kicks off her grubby shoes and places her feet up on the table. The soles ofher feet are ridden with dirt that has been stomped and pounded into her soleover the months and years of wear. She starts rubbing her foot and then pausesand smiles at me and then looks at her feet and back at me. I shudder as I knowwhat is going through her mind.
Chapter Two:Foot playMy world has been thrown into disarray. Everything that I once knew, once had,it's all so different now. My freedom, my rights, my humanity all skinned awayfrom me like an animals hide. I had everything at my fingers tips and now I havenothing. I worked so hard to get to where I was. I paid my dues to get my timeof bliss and that has now been taken away from me. My journey, my adventure, itall starts now.
My soul screams out in my mind as I stare into the Alicia's damp, dirty solemere millimeters from my prison wall. I gulp as I watch a bead of sweat dripdown the length of her foot. My eyes follow it carefully watching its path. Howeach crevice, crack, grain of dirt alters the path of the bead of sweat. Mytongue cringes and gags as the more and more I watch. The smell that wafts offher foot makes my stomach churn and my nose want to go on strike. Her unwashedfeet tower above me like a skyscraper. I finally manage to pull my eyes awayfrom her feet. I frantically look for anywhere to go but there is none.
I turn back towards her foot and I watch in awe as her hand grips the energy jarthat contains me. As she lifts the jar I start to slide towards the wall. I canalready tell that she does not have concern for me as I slide into the wall ofthe jar. I cry out in pain but she appears to not respond at all. The jar startsto move towards her face. As it gets closer to her I began to slide towards theother wall. I flail my arms out to try to stop my momentum but its no use. Myfull weight nails the energy wall. My singed body falls backwards onto the flooras the movement stops.
â€œMalcolm, I have job for you. That is if you want to live in my kingdom thatis.â€Alicia's voice painfully rings out and resonates through out the jar. I cover myears but it is no use. I find myself almost in tears by the time she finishesthe sentence. Her eyes bore down on me awaiting an answer. I didn't know whetherI should answer or do nothing.
â€œMalcolm! I am waiting for an answer. This is the last time I will ask you.â€â€œFine, I will do anything. Please just help me!â€ I timidly reply.
As the energy field is lowered I am forced to run from the jar as the ceilingcrashes down onto the floor just behind me. I look up at Alicia as she onlymerely laughs at my plight. She extends her feet back onto the table. I look ather dirty feet and than back at my table.
â€œYou listen here Alicia! That table is worth 800 times more then what your lifeever will be. Now get your damn feet off of it.â€â€œI don't think you quite understand your new situation my dear Malcolm. Ibelieve its Lord Alicia now.â€â€œWomen aren't called â€“â€œâ€œSilence my servant, my feet need cleaning and I expect you to wash themthoroughly.â€â€œYou're what? You belong to me and don't you forget it.â€The sole of her foot starts to lower onto the table. I don't even have time tomove a centimeter before her foot is lying on top of me. I thought her footsmelled before but her feet smelled like daises in comparison to how they smellup close. My nose is shoved into her wrinkled, rough, sweaty skin of her foot. Afertilizer or rotten disease like smell courses through my nose. I can only layhere and take it as I don't have the power to stop it. Her foot starts twist andturn back and forth on the table. My bones begin to creek and crack as it feelslike I am being grinded and crushed like fresh coffee beans. Just as quickly asit all started I felt absolutely nothing as her foot is removed. The dirt, dust,and grime from her foot washes across my body. Her sweat runs down the length ofmy body like I had just run 8 miles on a hundred degree day. I could hear Aliciasigh and grumble and I knew what I had to do.
I looked around for a wash cloth or more appropriately for this filthy a wench arag but I saw none. I turned back towards her and as if she already knew sheextended her tongue and made a licking motion followed by pointing at her feet.
I am not sure which one was running faster my stomach or my feet when I heardthe notion she put forth. She easily ended any thoughts of escape I had byshoving me towards her using her feet. I then stand up and I am immediatelysandwiched by her dirty soles pressing on either side of my body. I almost throwup right there on her foot but I wisely hold it in. As her feet part like thered sea I am dropped onto the table like a useless trinket. Her foot is liftedhigh above the table in a similar motion to when you are about to crush a bug.
With a deafening thud her foot is pressed down around me. Her dirt ridden sweatmade a seal with the table. I could feel the air getting staler and staler bythe moment. I can feel the pressure begin to subside and with suction like noiseher foot breaks the seal with the table and I am rose from the ground and movedup to her face all the while I am stuck to her foot like a fly on flypaper. Icould hardly believe how flexible she was. If I would I have known that I wouldhave let her get in the sack with me a couple times.
â€œDon't try that again. Now wash my feet with your tongue you sniveling worm. Youworked me like a dog for so many years. It is only right you clean off the grimeyou put on these feet.â€â€œCan't we talk about this like two adults?â€â€œWhat was it you always said to me? Oh yes I remember now. Your place is not toquestion my orders. Your place is to do what I say. Now start licking.â€I still am completely amazed by the size of my lord. I couldn't pull my eyes offof his tiny frame. He looks so fragile, so delicate, and as insignificant likeas a house fly. I so often dreamt about being in power, being freed from my socalled life which is more like a prison in which I wait for the day the wardendecides I have suffered enough and gives me my peace.
I could no longer contain myself I just had to hold the jar again. I grabbed theJar and brought it up to my face. I wanted to laugh as I saw my lord flung intothe walls and given a mighty shock. Revenge is so sweet I thought to myself. Ipurposely tilted the jar a second time just to see the look of pain and agony inhis eyes as he once again smacks into the energy wall.
â€œMalcolm I have a job for you? That is if you want to live in my kingdom thatis.â€I could barely hear his voice as he responded. I could tell by his body languagehe had reluctantly agreed with my terms. I hit the button and let the energyfield lower. As the roof of the jar crashed down onto the floor I couldn't helpbut laugh as the ceiling just misses landing on top of him.
As I stare down at the sniveling coward of a lord I realize he is standing onhis prize possession. This table is his pride and joy. He spent so much money onthis priceless one of a kind table dated back nearly 400 years. He has spentmore money then I can fathom on the upkeep of this table. I place my dirty feetback onto the table next to him. I can faintly hear him yell something but I payit no heed as I rest my feet on this piece of history.
I slam my foot down on top of Lord Malcolm. I can feel the table shake as myfoot crashes down upon it. My lord starts to squirm beneath my foot. I have thisintense urge to just crush him but no, that wouldn't let him suffer. Thatwouldn't be revenge that would just be murder. He feels amazing already and thelonger and longer I have my foot atop of him the more comforting he begins tofeel almost like he is massaging the soles of my feet with his every plight.
I finally forced myself to raise my foot so as not to kill him. As I raised myfoot up off the table I soon realized that Malcolm was stuck to my foot so I putmy two soles together and grinded and rubbed them up and down each other. Iwatch as dirt from my feet falls onto the table like salt from a shaker. I havenever felt this happy in my life. Not wanting this moment to end with all theweight that I can put my foot back down on the table. I put more and morepressure on my feet I can hear a squishing noise of my sweat making a seal withthe table. I pull my feet off the table and watch my lord fall onto the table. Igingerly stretch my feet back out. I can't help but smile as he scurries over tomy feet. His small tongue makes me want to laugh cause of how greatly it ticklesmy foot but I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he brings me one bit ofdelight.
â€œWork harder my pet! Harder I say. If you don't please I will sentence you todeath with as much thought as you put towards ending my life. You are now a wormthat carries out my orders.â€A good two hours pass by like 10 minutes as I continue to relax and for thefirst time pamper myself and get treated like a lady should be. I finally pullmy feet away and grab my lord.
For the first time in my life I walk through these walls with bare feet. I lovelistening to them slap against the wood floor. It reminds me of the freedom Inow have. I can do whatever I want and I have the man who has brought me so muchpain, so much burden, so much hate in the palm of my hands. I close my hand andball it up to into a fist. I can hear my lord beg and plead for mercy but mymemories are burning with hate. With animosity for what he has done to me. Isqueeze my fist harder and harder. I want it all to end. All my years of tormentto just melt away like a winter's snowfall. So easily I can end his life, but Ican't. Not yet anyway. I look down at the ground and spot a pair of shoes.
â€œIn you go Malcolm? Have a nice day.â€â€œLet me out of here!â€ I vainly yellI grab a sock and rub it up and down my feet and body letting it collect thedirt and grime from all over. As I shove it down into the shoe I can smell itfrom where I stand. I can't help but enjoy my new sense of power. As I walk awayI naturally smile as I know what I have planned for him next is a far worse fatethen the human mind can imagine. As I walk away I look back at the shoe andevilly smirk.
As I walk up to Alicia's foot my entire body starts to convulse and gag. As Iplace my hands on the soles of Alicia's foot I nervously shake as I extend mytongue onto the bottom of her feet. As my tongue makes contact with the surfaceit immediately retracts and I take a few steps back. I uncontrollably continueto cough. She slams the heel of her foot down on the table a few times and Ireluctantly walk back towards her foot. I begin to dig my hands into her footand rub, massage the bottoms of her worn feet. I move head closer and closer andplace my tongue on warm rough sole of her foot. Beads of sweat run down her footand over my body as I rub and lick her feet. Alicia sighs happily and continuesto relax as I work like a dog on her feet. The harder and harder I work theworse and worse the smell gets.
It seems like weeks have gone by. My tongue is coated with a film of dirt andsweat from Alicia's foot. My hands are sore and blistered from rubbing her feet.
â€œI am done with you for now.â€Fear runs through me as she pulls her feet away. Will this be the end of me?Will I die here? Instantly I am picked up. I am squeezed harder and harder inher fist with her every step. My body is about to give out and she continues topress harder and harder. I am then dropped like a sack of potatoes. My bodybounces as I land in a shoe. Before I can even clamber up to my feet the shoe istilted and I slide down the toe end of the shoe. I run as fast as I can backtowards the opening but a gigantic sock is plunged in plugging the only way out.
Her foot steps pound off into the distance and I am forced to sit here as thereis no escape.
A familiar voice awakens me. I stand up forgetting I am in a shoe and bonk myhead on the roof. The voice is so loud she must be close by. Who does this voicebelong too? I rack my brain trying to figure it out when I feel the shoe beinglifted up.
â€œThanks Mrs. Benetiz. I left them here awhile ago and I can't go jogging withoutmy jogging shoes.â€I am going to die is all I can think about. A white cotton clad foot runstowards me. I sprint off towards the back end of the shoe but I am alreadythere. As the foot gets closer and closer I can feel my death growing nearer andnearer. I look around and I see only one possibility for escape but it may betoo late.
Chapter ThreeHopeless BattlesA foot with the weight of a thousand worlds speeds towards me. I reach towardsthe top of the shoe and try to widen the whole for the laces enough so I cansqueeze out. The roof of the shoe is quite worn so I make quick work but thefoot slams into my body and sends me reeling to the floor. The sock clad footruns over my body and stops. I lay horizontally on the ground beneath the archof her toes. I feel like I am in a coffin as I lay I here. Dark bleak blacknessis all around me. My arms are pinned down along with the rest of my body by theweight of this girl's foot. I can't imagine anything being worse then this. Ifight, squirm, wiggle, shimmy, but nothing works I hardly am able to move atall.
I can feel everything start to shake and move with amazing speed. Everythingfeels weightless around me. For the first time since this ordeal started I feelno weight on myself. This isn't going to be that bad I think to myself and thenher foot bears down upon me as she steps back down onto the floor. Thousandsupon millions of pounds force and shove me into the insole of her shoe. I cansee the padded insole of the shoe rise above me as I am shoved deeper and deeperinto the insole. I find myself level with with insole as she finally shifts herweight over to her other foot I slowly rise back up out of the confines of herinsole. As I hear the door to my estate slam shut with a thud everything startsto happen quicker and quicker. I am shoved into her insole and then I feelweightless for only half a moment and then I am shoved back down with a force sogreat it feels like I am going to break through the floor of the shoe itself.
The smell which at first was only unbearable is growing stronger and strongerwith every moment that passes by. The relentless pounding seems to go onforever. The only way I have to help pass the time of this horrendous torture isto count the seconds that I am in here in my head.
I just reach 7200 seconds as I feel everything stop. The smell is so agonizingthat I halfway hope that she just crushes and grounds me into the sole of hershoe however her foot starts to retreat from the shoe. As she pulls her foot outI am rolled end over end beneath her foot the entire length of the insole andfinally I am carried out with it. Just as I clear the shoe my body peels awayfrom her foot and my body rockets to the ground.
I awake sometime later with my body throbbing in pain. I weakly stand up andstart to look around at my surroundings. I stare up to see the underside of abed looming countless feet above. I nervously start to creep out from beneaththe bed. I look around at what appears to be a bedroom for any sign of who mycaptor is but I see none. As I continue to walk the smell of feet is all aroundme. I keep looking around for a pair of shoes or old socks but I eventuallydetermine that the smell is me.
It feels like I have been walking forever. My feet burn and my mind futilelyattempt's to grasp the understanding of my size but cannot. I look back and seewhat that I have barely gone anywhere. Probably just a few feet to a normalperson, before I can turn back around I can feel a rumble rolling across thefloor. The ground quivers and dust gets kicked up into the air, with eachpassing second. I spin around trying to figure out what is happening. Twomonolithic legs come into view. I begin to back pedal at the sheer sight of her.
I struggle to see her face but my eyes can't even make it past her waist.
My whole body glues itself into place as she continues to walk forward. My mindsays move but my limbs just shout back yeah right. I begin to hack and coughwith all the dust that is in the air. As a stocking clad foot glides past me Ican't help but shake and shiver in fear as thoughts of being trapped under thatfoot once again race back into my mind. I finally convince myself that I need tomove somewhere so I start heading out not really knowing where to go. This roomstretches out miles upon miles in every direction. I barely get a start atmoving when a shadow is caste over me. A monumental sized bra drops over me. Irun to the side and try to futilely to lift up the bra. I started to walk awaybut I decided to go back and try one more time. As I put all my weight into andI could feel it moving up! Yes I shouted, I wasn't to weak to do something butit continued to raise up higher and higher and I looked up to see the astonishedface of James looking down on me. Her eyes had radar lock on me running down thelength of my body catching every bump, every bruise, every small imperfection mybody now had.
â€œJames, something terrible has happened and you haveâ€¦â€ For the first time in mylife I was cut off by James.
â€œMy Lord, but how, what happened, you're so short.â€â€œNO, James Wait, DON'Tâ€I couldn't stop her as she wrapped her fingers around me. Only my head poked outof her fist as I am lifted up. The closer and closer I get I notice her nosecrinkle up and she pulls me away from her face.
â€œHow'd you get like this?â€I wanted to say something, or anything but I couldn't find the words to answerher. I watch her eyes dig into me and await an answer. I want so badly just toclimb into the sack with my sex toy but I can't even find a voice as I am heldin her grip. Her eyes feel like a microscope looking down on me.
â€œDon't worry my lord. I will help you. You don't need to be afraid.â€Her voice is so soft and comforting, it cuddles me into a sense of security. Istart to tell her the story and events of everything so far. As I tell her I seeno reaction at all. I expected some sympathy, or an I am sorry but I got nothingat all. As I finished my story the door to James's room swings open. I canhardly believe my eyes as I see her roommate glide towards me.
â€œYou got him already! That's great!â€â€œChristina!!â€â€œWhat do you mean you got him already? I demand to know what is going on atonce. By command of the house, I order to be brought into the light at once doyou hear me.â€â€œOh, that's so cute how he thinks he still has power. Have you not watched thenews cutie? You have been proclaimed dead.â€â€œLies, Lies I tell you. I run this kingdom, my word is supreme I cannot be deaduntil I allow it.â€â€œViewer onâ€ bellows JamesThe entire walls flicks on almost instantly to reveal a news reporter who bearsa striking resemblance to Torrie Wilson(WWE Diva).
â€œI am here at Lord Malcolm's manner live where we have been following theshocking tragedy all day. Where lord Malcolm has been pronounced dead at thescene. In this difficult time of turmoil no one wants to move forward but wehave been forced too. Our kingdom must move forward the way the late, great,Lord Malcolm would have wanted it. We have just recently found his will and wehave a WTXY exclusive here. We bring to you, the person who Malcolm himselfpicked to be his replacement according to his will. Newly crowned Queen AliciaWalker, The ruler of Davbar.â€â€œFUCK No, you two bring to my mansion at once! Do you hear me bring at once!'â€œWell, isn't this an interesting change in events. I think this mean that thislittle toy has no power does not it Christina?â€â€œI believe your right James! But don't worry little man, I am sure we can findways for you to earn your keep around here. We have always wanted a slave.â€â€œSlave, I am not a slave I am the most pow---â€œI was quickly cut off by the squeezing of James's rock solid grip. I was stillin a state of shock from the events that I had just heard. I didn't even feel ornotice James walking out the room with me. I was in a daze like coma juststaring at nothing at all. How could this happen? Where did I go wrong? Was Itoo nice? No, that Alicia Walker will pay. She will pay dearly for what she hasdone.
I am thrusted back into reality with a splash and hot steamy water all aroundme. I look up at long, tall white walls reaching upwards and standing evenbeyond them I see James. I, I can hardly speak as she steps in and sits down inthis steamy lake. I swim towards her and clasp onto her naval ring.
â€œAwe, you want to be my little bath toy? How sweet.â€I scream as I am plunged beneath the water. A dark tunnel submerged in thedepths of steamy water draws closer. I am then plunged into her waiting cunt.
Her pussy grabs me like it has a mind of its own. Her Vagina's vice grip pullsme in and then out then back in like I am just a toy for it. Inside of thesteamy bowels of her vagina the walls grow slicker and slicker. I now cascadedown into her further and then her muscles manipulate me and shoot me outwardsuntil just my knees are submerged and then I am pulled back in millimeter bymillimeter. This timeeverything seems much different. I continue to go in deeperand deeper I can hardly see the opening anymore as I slide deeper and deeper in.
Her muscles manipulate around me. I try reaching outwards but everything quiversand is so very warm. The air is growing staler and thinner. I can smell James'sscent everywhere. Her inner workings have me in there grasp. My mind starts topanic and my body kicks and fights wildly in every direction in no intelligentpattern. A deep rumble ahead of me grows louder and louder. I can tell what isabout to happen. Her cum washes over me and I am sent along with it like I amtubing down a river. I am shot out of her and float to the top of the tub. I canonly lay here on my back motionless unable to move as James continues to washherself like I am not even here. My body is helpless and will no longer respondto my commands. Her fingers curl around me and finally pick me up all in onemotion as she gets out of the bathtub. As she steps out the water automaticallydrains out. James walks back to her room not even bothering to dry off. As weenter she opens up a small dollhouse in the corner of her room and drops me inthe bed.
â€œYou can stay here when you aren't needed by me. You used me like a toy Malcolmfor so long. You are now my toy, and will stay here until I need you. I mightneed you in an hour, I might need you in a week. You fit to my needs. If youdecide to be brave and leave your little home don't get caught underfoot my toy.
Oh and if your smart you will stay away from Christina.â€â€œYou can't do this.â€ I weakly respondâ€œYour wrong, I can, I have, and I did, do this and you are mine for as long asyou are useful then I will show you the courtesy which you showed me and kickyou out into the streets of residential sector which is fullof the commonworking class which you took for granted and alienated. Have a nice day Malcolmâ€I can only lay here as I feel like her pussy has crushed my muscles to a pulp. Ifall asleep knowing that I must escape. I want, I need my life back. I willregain my throne. The last thought that enters my mind before I sleep is Sarah.
Sarah I am sorry.â€(You didn't miss anything. You just don't know who she is yet)I grab my shoes and quickly toss them on. I am quite excited to get to running.
It has been so long since I went on a good jog. I take my first step and smileas I feel something small beneath my feet. I wiggle my toes around grasp it,then. I shove it beneath my toes and continue to run. As I run I scrunch up mytoes with every step. I squeeze the little rock in my shoe and then as I stepdown I release it and let it fall onto the insole only to be squeezed again as Istep down on it. I continue to play this game throughout my jog. As I reach theresidential or common sector I start to relax as I know I am almost home.
As I kick off my shoes I can hardly believe how good it feels to get out ofthose shoes. I love how the air cools my musty feet. I walk out to the main roomand curl up in my chair and continue reading my book. I want so badly to justwalk into my room but I patiently wait knowing that I don't want this messed up.
I smile as I can hardly wait to get payback for those years of Trauma. Using melike a toy.
I walk into my room carefully looking at the floor making sure not to miss step.
I am dripping with anticipation as I draw closer to my prize.. I spot my subjectnext to my bed. I non chalantly walk near him.. I make sure my feet fall rightnext to him so he knows who has control. I look about my room pretending to bebusy doing something. I revel in this. My ex king now looking up at his newqueen. His new savior, one of the only people who can help him if I choose too!I look down at the floor slowly and let a surprised look fall across my face. Ijump up and down all giddy like a schoolgirl. I bend down and pick up littleMalcolm. I hold back my smiles and laughs as I listen to him and his storytrying to sound concerned.
In the background I can hear the door to the house close. It must be my roommateI think to myself. I pray that she doesn't come in here. Everything is goingalong perfectly. I look down at Malcolm and smile just to make sure he thinksthat I am listening to his story when in reality I know it all already. I knowhow he got here, why he is here, and why he is this way. I know much more thenthis shrunken half pint will ever know. As Christina walks in I try to motionwith my eyes to just not say anything but she immediately blurts out too much.
As she flicks on the news I start to realize how perfect this is. He can findout first hand for himself what his new life holds. As the news cast ends I lookat Christina and know that she cannot be fully trusted. Not yet anyway.
I quickly as possible get out of the room as so Christina doesn't ruin anythingmore. I look around at where to go and head into the bathroom. I look down atMalcolm and he looks to be off on another world as I walk into the bathroom andundress. This is the first time I believe that he hasn't watched me undress withhis full attention. I slide Malcolm up and down in the palm of my hand as I walkinto the bathtub. As I sit down I let him drop to make sure he knows howworthless he is to me.
Immediately Malcolm swims up to and I grasp him in my grip. As I hold him likethis I struggle between my two halves. My decent side and my ruthless side, bothhalves of me at war with what to do. I am torn in between. I am not sure what todo so I stuff him inside of me as to not show indecision. I can feel him glidein and out. He feels so good down there as I work him in out ever so slowly withthe muscles in my pussy. I grow nearer and nearer to ecstasy that I have to letit all go. With a sudden rush and everything ending at once I watch Malcolmfloat to the surface to weak to do anything.
As we walk back to my room I explain to him the rules. Yes, this will finalizemy grip on him. He will soon be broken. As I set him down in his new home I walktowards the door or so I make it seem. The moment he thinks I am gone I leap uponto the bed and wait. I know what he has planned.