HELENA - DESTROYER OF MINI-MEN
Helena opened the door slowly and entered the hallway, pausing only to shut the door behind her she strode into
the spacious sitting room. Sitting down in one of her swanky chairs she stretched her long silken legs out and
reflected on the days events at work. A power figure in the world of finance had allowed her the luxuries in life both
little and large. Now at home she thought of her aching feet and the relief they needed. She stood and picked up a
small pox out of her bag and walked to the door at the end of the room. Opening the door she slid into her playroom
the smell of leather hung heavy in the air as did the musty smell of pain and death. Placing the box on a table she
looked at her self in the mirror, standing at 6’6 in her crimson red high heels she was a picture of beauty. Dressed in a
pure white silk shirt that really set of her auburn red hair, a knee length black leather skirt, tight black leather gloves
and sheer black stockings. Helena contemplated having a long luxurious bath and changing into clothes that would
strike instant fear into her many charges both male and female.
She decided against reasoning that the standard high finance attire and her pure physical presence alone would
be enough, anyhow her feet ached for instant relief.
Placing the box on the cold stone floor she opened one end and stood up with her hands on her leather hips.
Taking a small intake of breath she slowly voiced “out” in a husky accent that just oozed sex and evil. Twelve mini
men ranging between four and six inches in height begrudgingly walked out clad only in a loin cloth to cover their
tiny genitalia, they knew their fate was sealed “Quickly” snapped Helena “line up over here” pointing to the toe of
her red shoe with a long leather finger.
Looking sternly she eyed them up “you have no names here only numbers, you are number one” pointing to the
first mini man, “You are number two.” She counted them all off assigning them all a new identity. “life as you know
it has ended right here.” mused Helena “I have been known to be fair and if one of you has a problem tell me and I
might be able to solve it.”
“For example if number three thinks that the work is to hard and the food not adequate enough, and he comes
and tells me about it, I shall take steps to rectify the problem.”
“I usually find the best method in solving a problem is to remove the problem.” “like this”
With a swift movement of her right foot she knocked number three over and placed her foot on him. Number
three looked up eyes bulging as the load slowly crushed him. Helena was just about to turn him into a mushy mess
when she relented and whispered “not just yet , I’ve got plans for you.”
“Right numbers one to four into the other room and line up and don’t try to escape whilst you wait for me
because the pain you will endure when I catch you won’t be worth it”
“go on then “she snapped The four mini men scurried off. “five and six at the end of the room you will find a
pair of black leather peep toe shoes with spikey high heels on them, your job is to clean them inside and out with
your tongues, I’11 be needing them later.”
“The rest of you follow the other two to the shoe crib find your self a shoe each and clean the insides out I shall
inspect them later.”
Turning on her heels she strode back into the sitting room to look for numbers one to four. Her heels clicked on
the marble floor “nice and easy to clean up” she thought looking at the floor.
She sat down on the settee “leather of course”. “you four over here by my feet now “Helena barked.
She picked up four and stroked him gently “Your on fanny duties.” lifting her skirt up she parted her leather
knickers and inserted him feet first in to her moist pussy, carefully replacing her knickers she then pulled down her
skirt and smoothed it out. pointing to number one and two with her gloved finger “You two are on foot assignments”
Helena kicked off her red high heels and placed her silken stocking feet next to one and two. “I want my stockings
glistening and damp with your contemptible saliva” the two mini men hurriedly got on with their work the sweet
perfumed smell of her scented stocking mixed with the accumulated sweat of being encased in red leather for eight
hours filled their nostril’s. Helena looked down at them and nudged them with her feet, trapping them under each
sole.
“Remember all over the feet boys.” whispered Helena. She turned to number three and picked him up the
Leather gloved hand soothing his trembling feeble body, “I could crush you instantly right now but you’d miss all the
fun, she dropped him onto her skirt “clean it “ she cracked. Number three got busy licking her skirt, Helena
occasionally moved her legs about so he got lost in the folds in her skirt.
She sat there for half an hour looking at her possessions feeling their tongues at work. “right that’s enough” she
put her feet back into her shoes lifted the soles up “lick” she commanded One and two got busy again, with pure
malice in her eyes she slowly put her soles of her shoes on the ground, the mini men trapped under this beautiful
giantess squirmed under the weight, their eyes bulging she, pressed harder smiling as she exerted more force. Their
tiny bodies gave way with out warning blood
and tissue spattered all over her shoes, she grinned at her work orgasm followed orgasm more than likely
drowning the little shit inside her. Helena stood up quickly number 3 fell to floor with a small bump, he was dazed
but still alive. She put her right shoe on him the remains of number two muffled his pathetic pleas, twisting side to
side with her shoe number three offered very little resistance.
Helena surveyed the mess and laughed to her self, she took deep breaths her breasts heaved with the thrill, she
was on a roll. Pulling her skirt up again she pulled four out of his little moist hole, she studied him “good your still
alive.” Four was covered in her sweet smelling love juice “shame to let that go to waste.” Murmured Helena. She
dropped four into her mouth and sucked off the love juice, carefully lifting him out by his head she dangled him just
above her perfect teeth and promptly bit his ankles off. She threw him to ground screaming in agony. Spitting the
remains of his feet at him, she lifted her right heel up and placed the tip of it on his wrist. “this always amuses me
“she voiced.
Exerting as much force as she could muster she pressed on his wrist, he screamed again as his wrist powdered to
nothing. With her left heel she trapped his contorted body, zeroing on his kneecap she shattered it he passed out with
shock. She spat at him to revive him “You’re not getting away with it that easily “please no mistress” he begged
“fuck you” Helena retorted. She aimed her heel at his midriff and impaled him. Helena pulled him off and kicked
him into a mushy mess just to make sure.
Smiling at her good work she went for 5 & 6, she found them engrossed in their cleaning their tongues aching
from their task “hang on “ she called out. She picked up the shoes and took a look at number 7 grabbed him and took
them all to the sitting room and sat back down. “carry on with your cleaning “ she whispered. She peeled off her right
glove picked up 7 and placed him inside, the hot leather interior almost causing him to faint, Helena replaced the
glove on her hand carefully avoiding not to break the little man, just yet! The tight glove showed up the weak
contours and minute genitals of 7. Kicking of her red shoes she stretched her legs out wiggling her stocking toes
“poor darlings all .on your own aren’t you” Plucking 6 out of the right shoe she placed her size eight foot into the
peep
toe court shoe. Lifting her leg up she unhooked her left stocking and peeled it off, she dropped 6 into the
stocking and gently replaced the mini mans silken prison. He was trapped his face forced up to her sweet smelling
feet. “kiss them with all your love” she horsed. She gently eased her foot into the left shoe 6 started to fidget with
anxiety, his time was up. Helena heard his screams muffled by her slabs of femininity and silken stockings, she
continued to ease her foot into the court shoe. Five made a vain dash for freedom. Trapped inside her left shoe he
saw the huge foot edging towards him, spinning round he made a dash for the peep toe. He tried to force his way
through however for the first time in his miserable life he was to big for something and got trapped. With just his
head and chest sticking out from her shoe Helena looked at him “You stupid little man, so predictable I knew you’d
do that”
She pressed her foot further inwards enjoying the pleasurable sensations of the two mini men yielding inside her
shoe. Glancing at 5 his head was about to explode, she pushed a little further with her foot. He screamed out in
agony. “piss off” she hissed. placing the tip of her right heel on his head she pressed downwards crushing his head
like an egg. She was still aware of life in her left shoe in the name of 6. Pushing her left foot inside she felt him
mould into the shape of her shoe and foot, with her foot now fully in she could still detect movement. Helena stood
up and rocked on her shoes back and forth, bearing her weight down on her left foot she felt her little prisoner give
way to the force of her graceful foot. Removing her left foot from the shoe she looked at the bloody oozing mess her
stocking had trapped, she had another orgasm. With her left shoe in her hand Helena cast aside the remains of 6.
Clenching her leathered hand seven’s genitals were even more exposed, she tapped his tiny balls with her heel, he
wailed. The leather was so tight she saw his mouth move, she tapped his balls five or six times with increasing
viciousness, and broke into laughter as she smashed her fist into the wall. Killing him instantly she felt her hand go
all moist and warm, “what a feeling “she purred.”
She stood up and walked to the ante room popped her head around the corner and called out in an angelic voice
that belied the cruelty behind it “I’m going for a bath now make sure all those shoes are cleaned inside and out.
Looking severely at the remaining mini men she tossed her two pairs of shoes and blood soaked leather glove at
them, the remnants of one to seven all to clear for them to see, Helena blew them a kiss, smiled “see you later boys,”
the tiny mini men groaned and returned to their toil knowing that in the space of a few hours their miserable lives
will be over!
Stiletto