The Stone

by

Just A Guy

English class was a bitch

Scott sat in the back of the class with his other male friends. Together they all endured the hell of sophomore honors english class. There was nothing more annoying then the papers they had to discuss among themselves instead of discussing how they might spend the weekend. One thing made it worthwhile for Scott, however. Nikki. Nikki wasn't the most popular girl, nor was she the prettiest. She was just right for Scott. She was in the highschool class of girls who are all cute and do the cute girl things. Very cute. Scott would constantly stare at Nikki, at her breasts, her angled dancer's body, and of course, her feet. She had the cutest feet he'd ever seen. They weren't large, but they weren't petite. They looked as soft as silk. Each toenail was pedicured perfectly, no extra toenail, just enough to show on top of her toes. What angered Scott the most was winter. Nikki always came in wearing clunky mary janes or sometimes, on the rare occasion, thick, soft socks and adida's sandles. You could still see the outline of her toes and the graceful arch of her sole.

Scott was mesmorized.

Outside of class he went to the Assistant Principle's office to discuss why he got a detention for being late. It wasnt fair, he couldnt get out of his driveway this morning. Living in the 'boonies' section of the town meant the plow hits your house last, if at all. Afetr lot's of bickering, he still had to go to detention, which gave him less time to spend on his Geometry Project, which was due the next day. Furious, Scott stormed from her office and turned the corner to go to history.

That's when he heard a whisper.

'Hey Scott, c'mere and look at this'

Feeling rebellious against school, he followed a dark clothed figure into the girl's bathroom. There he found a circle of 'Goths'. They were huddled around a pile of green, glowing rocks.

'What the...'

'Shh, dont talk,' one Goth said, 'just listen. This is our secret order. Here, in this bathroom, we make these special stones. We hate the world, and we hate men. We know the world would be better when the women have more confidence. They need to express it. These rocks will help us achieve our goal.'

Meanwhile, Scott, not really paying attention, was staring at the open toe section of one of the Goth's shoe. The girl smiled

'This was a good find, girls. He'll be sold on this too easily'

'So what do you say Scott? You help us out, and you get to have your fantasies come true. This rock here, for five dollars, will make your wildest dreams reality.'

Scott looked at the stone for a few seconds, and was mysteriously drawn to it. He gave his five dollars to the girls (all whom giggled maniacally) and left with the glowing green stone in his hand.

'Be careful what you wish for, little Scotty!' was the last reply from the girls.

Heading to History class, Scott stopped at his locker to get a better look at the rock. It stopped glowing. He noticed now he probably wasted his money on some trick piece of crap. Angry once again, he grabbed his books and headed to room 105. Looking through the window of his class, he saw the most popular girl in school pulling her sock up over her ankle. Scott got an immediate hard on, his hormones flaring. He silently wished in his head that he were small enough to see that foot and toes better. That's when the stone in his pocket felt warm. He pulled it out, and it was glowing madly. He got a dizzy head and staggered to water bubbler. Yet when he raised his head from its downward slump, he slammed his head

ON THE BOTTOM OF THE THREE FOOT FOUNTAIN!!!

He looked up in fear as the bottom of the fountain grew larger and larger, yet getting farther away. He soon realized what had happened. He was now 2' tall.

He started to his history class, thinking if he got someone's attention, maybe they could help him. On his way over the hallway, he was amazed out how effortlessly he used to walk across this hall, now it was a long run. Reaching the doorway and sliding underneath, he was greeted by a fearful sight. Dozens of pairs of shoes were infront of him, mammoth sized. That's when he realized, maybe he didn't want to be helped, and remembered his wish.

He ran to the pair of sandles he knew only too well. He saw the pinky toe of her foot through her sock, about the size of chest. His hormones raged as he came closer and closer. He thought he would notice a smell, but it was a sweet, perfumed smell. He loved it.


Noticing the little pegs that elevated her foot from the bottom of the sandle (the common design of the shoe) he wished himself small enough to fit between them. This time, he was not so dizzy. He actually kept his balance, and found himself staring at her big toe, from inside her sock, only this time it was the size of a tow truck (no pun intended) He slipped between the pegs in the shoe and looked way up at her socked sole, suspended this time over the bottom of her sandle.

That's when he heard the bell ring
That's when the sole came crashing down
That's when two of the pegs crisscrossed across his body from her weight, pinning him to the bottom of the shoe.

His face was greeted with the bottom of her socked foot, and his nose was pressed into her foot. He now noticed a smell, this one wasn't perfumed. It was of a sweaty, smelly foot. The girl gathered her books and swept from the classroom, not knowing there was a little man beneath her smelly foot.

'Oh well,' thought Scott

'Looks like I'm not going to detention today'


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The ride to the girl's locker made Scott so sick he nearly threw up. Finally there, the girl turned to her boyfriend who just arrived. She leaned up to kiss him on tip toes, and as she did, ground her foot further into Scott's face, burying his nose deeply in the sock. Scott was pinned still by the pegs of her sandle that he couldn't reach his rock to change himself back. His entire vision was covered by this white, smelly fuzz being pressed into his face.

The girl walked out to her car, still unaware of little Scott's presence. Scott didn't know she had a car, nor did he know she drove with the foot he was trapped beneath.

Before he knew it, Scott's face was slammed into the sole of this girl's foot. The pressure on his face was intense. His nose only stayed intact because of the thick sock the girl wore on her foot. For what seemed hours, Scott was forced up against this girl's smelly foot, unable to move.

Finally at the girl's house, she walked straight into her room and kicked off her sandles, causing Scott to go flying. Luckily he landed in the cup of one of her bras. Fishing for the rock in his pocket, Scott wished himself 3' tall, enough to climb out of the bra and still stay unnoticed. It was then he saw the girl's socks lying on the floor, the same socks he was under. In the distance he heard the girl on the phone planning to have movie night at her house. Scott slowly walked to the opening of the girl's sock. It was like walking towards a dark cave, where something of a horrible stench laid inside. Scott pocketed his rock and stepped off the girl's carpet and onto the edge of her sock. He got down on his hands and knees and lifted the opening wide so he could fit under. As soon as he let go, however, the top collapsed on him and he was left in smelly darkness. Dizzy from the smell and struggling furiously to lift the top of the sock, Scott crawled in what direction he thought to be the opening.

'Ok, I'll come and pick you up'

The girl's voice boomed through Scott's head and he wished sorely that she would choose a clean pair of socks. No such luck. It was then he realized that he was against the toe section of the sock, for as it was lifted effortlessly in the air, he fell a short distance before landing softly and safely in the toe section. What Scott saw next would never be cleared from his mind, nor nothing he ever believed he would imagine. The sock began to move, and a sound similar to sandpaper echoed through the smelly cavern. Finally a pink boulder came into view, the size of his entire body. Next to it were 4 littler ones, and they were coming straight at him! Realization struck Scott like a brick, yet instead he was struck by a massive toe, carrying him like a QB sack into the bungee toe section of the sock and pressing him there. Her toe was sweaty and slippery, and when he hit the end of the sock his face thrust forward, pressing his nose deep into the girl's smelly toe. The sock pulled tight against his back and he was forced face up, face directly beneath her big toe, his own feet reaching the ball of her foot. It was then he heard the girl scream, ripping the sock off her foot and throwing it against the wall. Scott hit drywall hard, knocking him almost unconsience.

'Oh my god there's something in my sock, Holly, I swear.......I can't look in there are you crazy? What if it's a spider?.........Dump it in a jar? Ok....But it was big, Holly, like 3'! I swear!'

Scott, hearing this, scrambled, with a terrible headache, only further into the toe section of the sock. Within no time his world was shifted upside down, and he tumbled out into a jar. He hit the cold glass of the jar with a thud, hurting his back horribly. There must be something special about this rock keeping him alive, but he could durely still feel pain. He looked up and attempted to focus on two planets in the air, and between them a nose. Scott jumped up screaming and backed into the back of the jar.

'Oh my god its...' the girl was about to scream the boy's name, yet she paused, and a strange look came over her. 'It's just a spider, Holly, I'll empty him outside, if you insist. Honestly I don't know why you want to keep these things alive'

She hung up the phone and looked into the jar, looking horribly distorted from Scott's view. 'You're Scott aren't you, from history class? What happened to you, and why....' she paused, and she made a mock angry face, lowering her voice, 'WHY ARE YOU INTRUDING IN MY HOUSE? I SHALL HAVE NONE OF THIS, LITTLE MAN, YOU NEED TO BE TAUGHT RESPECT!' Scott couldn't believe what he was hearing. Looking up, he saw a manicured hand reach towards him as a toy claw reached down for a prize. She scooped up little Scott hard, knocking him upside down. His pants fell off during his journey up, and the girl merely laughed at his tiny erection 'No wonder you have no girlfriend, tiny! Now I have to go pick up Holly for tonight, and I think you'd want to come with me, am I right?' Scott shouted and protested until his lungs were sore, but she heard none of his futile efforts. 'Sounds good to me too, little man! If you insist.' She grabbed her smelly pair of socks and held him over the opening.

'You're in for a big night tonight little man, all my friends are coming over and they would love to know you better!'

He was dropped in the opening of the sock, and down he fell, free falling until finally hitting the bottom of the sock, bouncing up again. Her foot quickly followed, and once again he was pressed against her foot. The smell was incredible, and he was easily poked and prodded by the toes until he was snuggly scrunched in her toe crevice. She squeezed her toes a few times, crushing Scott in their smelly embrace.

'Enjoy the ride, little Scotty!'

With that she shoved her sandle on and bounced down the stairs, each time slamming her toes into his face. As she reached her car, Scott felt down for the rock. His stomach drained, and he became only more vunerable to the girl's smelly confines of the scrunched up toes. He remembered, his rock was in his pants.
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Once again Scott found himself pressed into the foot of the most popular and beautiful girl in school, only this time, he did not enjoy it. Being under her smelly bare foot inside a sock was uncomfortable, but at least air came in through the sock, and Scott could breathe fairly well. However, the girl now knew there was a tiny man under the crevice of her toes, and occasionally she would mash her toes down, pressing Scott's little body deeper into giant smelly flesh. 'There's something different about having a little man in your shoe than a pebble,' the girl thought silently, 'I can feel him squirming beneath my toes, and there's nothing he can do, he is completely at my mercy. This will be a fun night indeed!'

Arriving at Holly's House, the girl got out of her car and stomped to Holly's door. Each stomp reminded Scott of where he was, and how terrible he felt there. He would expect to be crushed to a pulp, but the stone somehow kept it's anti crush effect. While waiting for Holly to come out, the girl rocked back and forth on her toes, and little Scott's face was pushed deeper into the crevice between her big and second toe. The smell was horrifying, and since it was winter, there was no heat, he was actually getting cold. Holly eventually came out, and off they went in the popular girl's car.

'Holly, could you drive, I think I have a pebble in my shoe,' the popular girl smiled, and although Holly looked puzzled, she had no car of her own and agreed to any chance to drive. Once on the road, the popular girl lifted her foot onto her lap and took off her sock and sandal. Holly noticed her catch something that fell from between her toes, and she could have sworn it moved.

'Hey Erikka, what was that, I swear I saw something there,' Holly said, actually having excitement growing inside her. When Erikka gave her a smile, slight and sneaky, Holly returned the same look. At first Erikka was taken aback, but then they burst out laughing.

'Oh my god, no way, you got one too didn't you?' Erikka choked through fits of laughter.

'Oh yeah, you know that dweeb I kept talking about from Physics? I found him, about 4' tall, and he fell from my breasts when I changed bras. Little shit must've hid there!'

'Oh wow, where is he now?'

'Erikka, didn't you notice I'm wearing the same sneakers I wear for jogging and cheerleading? The ones Dan won't go near because he said they smell so bad? He's having a little 6-way party with five of my friends!'

The girls threw back their heads and laughed maniacally

'Who's the dweeb?' thought Scott from between the soft, pink manicured fingers he was ensnared in. He had a friend, Tom, who always talked to him about a girl who always made him do her homework just so she would slip her bra down the slightest bit. This was a good friend of Scott, and he hoped it wasn't Tom.

Back at Erikka's house, Holly came inside and immediatley sat in front of the fire, feet closest to the flames.

'Hey Scotty, guess who Holly brought? You're little friend! He can't come out to play, though, he's occupied in a meeting!' Erikka giggled and dangled Scott from her thumb and forefinger. 'Look down, Scotty! Like what you see?'

As Scott looked down, his stomach flew up. He was looking into the impossible depths of Erikka's nylon. Only this one had a spot in the toe section. A dark spot. Meaning these were nylons that hadn't been washed, and probably smelled like hell. Sure enough, Erikka let go of Scott, and down he tumbled, like falling down a flexible slide. When he hit the bottom his body bounced back up, and finally rested directly on that dark spot, his face directly in the webbing. He struggled to get up, but such was impossible. Erikka was slightly swaying the toe section of the nylon, taunting the little man.

'Watch out, little Scotty, here come your friends! Boy, they need a shower, huh?'

Scott could only look on in horror as once again, the five headed monster came rushing towards him. It seemed like slow motion, despite the fact Erikka was making his endurement slow and painful. First his legs were pinned by her big toe, like a giant rubber raft slamming on his knees. Slowly the toe dragged up his body, and hovered mere centimeters from his face. It was like a staring contest between Scott and and her toe. One guess who won. Her toe, without warning, slammed into his face, his nose buried in it's smelly flesh, his eyes pressed closed and his mouth pryed open. He was thrust to the back of her nylon with the force of a raging bull, and the pressure on his face only increased as Erikka pulled the nylon close against her foot and his back, pushing him deeper into the soft, wrinkled sole of this beautiful goddess.

'Holly, how's Tom doing,' Erikka giggled and positioned Scott's lower body under her toe crevice.

'I think he's all warmed up for a night of fun!' Holly laughed and kicked off her sneaker. Cold air brushed Tom's back as light streamed in from behind. For hours Tom's body had been pressed far into the soft, tanned arch of Holly's foot. As she removed her sock, Tom actually stuck to the bottom of her foot. He shivered lightly as the cold air swept his back, drenched in Holly's foot sweat. Her arch was moist, and gallons of sweat now completely saturated Tom's little body. His glasses were gone and broken, but there wasn't much to see, especially when your eyes are squishy with foot sweat.

'Aw, look at the little nerd shiver!' Holly cooed, and as she flexed her foot, Tom glided down a few inches towards her heel. With another squelching scrunch of her sole, Tom slid off her heel and onto her sock on the floor.

'Wow, you really like my feet don't you?' Holly teased, with mock surprise.

The girl's started talking, and Tom crawled off Holly's sock and onto the floor. He cautiously approached the foot on the floor in front of him in which his friend was imprisoned. He yelled up to Scott. With great effort, Scott turned his body until he could see Tom.

'OO, I know, I just love how he squirms under my foot!' Erikka giggled, squeezing her toes together and mashing Scott's head.

'Scott, you okay?' Tom asked his friend.

'You look worse, Tom.'

And indeed he did, his normally oily hair was pressed flat against his head, drenched in Holly's foot sweat. When Tom talked, foot sweat sputtered from his mouth and dribbled down his wet shirt and pants.

'How the hell can it get so hot in there?'

'Look we gotta get out of here. You got a stone right?' Tom nodded 'Ok, use it to grow, kick the shit out of these bitches, and run upstairs and get mine. Its in my shrunken pants in a jar on her....what, why are you shaking your head?'

'Scott, Holly knows about my stone. She saw me shrink and kicked it out of my hand. It's somewhere in my guidance counselor's room. She got me when I shrunk, but couldn't find the stone. I-I...was hoping...y-you had one....'

Both boys nearly cried, but instead they heard the final fragments of the conversation between Holly and Erikka.

'Yeah, the other's will be here in an hour or so, I can't wait to show them these little guys' Erikka said, shaking in excitement. 'I wonder how they got like this?'

'Oh I know, they have these little green stones that can do as they wish with them. Apparently there are different stones for different things. For example, little Tom here can be crushed, cheap bastard must've bought a shitty stone.' Holly glared at her little man.

'Hmm...I wonder why I can't crush little Scotty,' Erikka said with mock wonder. 'Oh I know, he must've paid for the upgraded stones!' She clapped her hands in glee.

'Well why doesn't Scott just use his stone to grow back to normal?'

'Why doesn't Tom?'

'Tom's is lost, I kicked it away and it went in Susan Locosta's office, you know, from guidance'

'Then I know where Scotty's must be, and I think there's more to his stone then he knows.'

Erikka looked at her ceiling, apparently able to see Scott's pants pocket through the ceiling. Only this time, the rock wasn't glowing green, it was glowing red.
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Erikka jumped up off the hearth and slid her feet into fluffy white slippers. As Scott was face down against her nylon, he watched from the inside as his whole world was being rushed to this new dark cave. While the last bit of light left his vision, Scott could clearly see five dark spots in the back of the slipper. He knew he'd be meeting these spots in a short time.

The last thing Scott wanted was a broken nose, so quickly as possible he squirmed and shifted beneath Erikka's monstrous toes. She scrunched down with him, catching his face and squealing in delight. He managed to get his face in the space between her big and second toe before her foot began it's slide along the roof of the slipper, making a noise like sandpaper on cloth. The air was getting more stale and the area left in the slipper was rapidly decreasing. Not knowing when he was to hit the bottom of the slipper, his back was brushed by the furry sole and soon after was pressed into it. As Erikka stood up, she spueezed her toes, causing Scott to get a few drops of foot sweat on his face. The heat was beginning to rise in the small area, as Erikka decided it may be of no harm to wave her foot near the fire a few times. Soon she could feel her toes were moist and could slide back and forth. Scott noticed now HE could slide back and forth, beneath her toes, his entire body being covered in the slimy filth of this girl's bare toes. She ran upstairs, each step causing her smelly flesh to close in on the small space that occupied Scott's head.

In her room, Erikka tipped her jar upside down. Out fell Scott's tiny pants. Grabbing her eyebrow tweezers, and squeezing her toes around Scott's head in excitement. She extracted the miniaturized contents of Scott's pockets. One pen and pencil, 35 cents, and, to Erikka's surprise, a condom.

'I highly doubt you'd need this, little Scotty. Who would want to have sex with you? Especially at your size?'

Scott was angered, but knew she was right. He kept it in his pocket merely to pretend he had a hot date each night. Getting a magnifying glass, Erikka carefully inspected the remains of his pocket. Something glowing red caught her eye. Pushing her finger on the rock, allowing it to stick to her finger's pad, she brought it close to her eye for inspection. Silently in her head, and absentmindedly, she wished that this strange object were bigger. The small red dot on her finger began to grow, and soon rolled off Erikka's finger and onto her toe, hitting it and causing it to slam, with much force, into Scott's face. She bent down and picked up the stone, heading back downstairs. There was a ring at her door. She quickly stowed the rock away in her pocket, and opened the door. It was Julie, another close friend who she invited over for the party.

'What are you doing here now, Julie? I thought you were coming in an hour?' Erikka asked, puzzled.

'I just had to show you guys something, I swear you'll never believe it.'

Erikka looked instinctively down at Juli's feet, on which she wore simple black flipflops, yet barefooted. Julie gave Erikka a wink, and Erikka returned the same.

'Oh I think I will, Julie,' Erikka smiled and led her into the living room.

Holly had her shoes back on and was bouncing her foot up and down near the fireplace. As Julie sat down she removed her flipflop. Both Erikka and Holly saw Julie's manicured fingers remove tape. Underneath the tape was a white hand in black cloth. Another piece of tape revealed the same, and then legs, a torso, and soon a body. The girls recognized the person on the bottom of Julie's sandal to be a Gothic girl.

'Oh my god, Julie. That's the third little person today!' Erikka giggled.

'Yeah, I assumed as much from your wink that you knew. I was just in my bathroom when I looked at my sweater. There was something moving and I thought it was a bug. When I looked closer, I noticed it was little Gothy here. She told me something about a rock and how she shrunk and now she wanted help. I hope she didn't think that Julie Callahan would ever help out a Goth!'

The little Goth got up, and was very dizzy indeed. As she stumbled around the floor, she was covered in a shadow. She looked up in horror as a beautiful, elegant tan foot was poised just inches above her. Slowly it began it's descent. Although the Goth tried to run, she tripped on her long black dress, and Julie's toes closed around her. Julie then began to roll her foot back and forth, rolling the Goth beneath it. The girls all laughed and began planning what was in store for the little people tonight. Erikka kicked off her slippers and showed Julie little Scott.

'Whew, Erikka, your feet smell like hell!' Julie held her nose and laughed.

'Ah don't worry, Scotty'll be the judge of that!'

'Here Julie, check out this nerd!' Holly removed her jogging sneaker. Tom felt cold air once again brush his wet back. As Julie took off her sock, she tipped it upside down, and little Tom tumbled onto the floor. He landed with a squelch on the floor, and foot sweat drained from his body. He got up and threw up on the floor, but only foot sweat came up. The girl's laughed again.

The Goth had crawled from beneath Julie's toes and walked over to Tom. Together they came to Erikka's nylon and called up to Scott. He turned again to the outside to see them, Erikka prodding his back and head with her slimy, smelly toes.

'I see you guys got caught too.' The Goth muttered, shaking her head. 'Who's got a rock?'

Both boys shook their heads.

'What the hell is going on here,' Tom said, quickly followed by more sweat vomit. Tom did not have an attraction to a girl's foot, and endured hell in Holly's sneaker.

'I am from the secret order. I had a rock of mine in my pocket. It was merely for experimental purposes. As I was going to my bus, I felt a presence behind me. It was that Julie girl. She just glared at me and said 'You Goth's are filth, if I had the chance I'd make all of you suffer' She must have wished me tiny at that point. Next thing I knew I was on the ground, around 2' tall. Someone came up behind me, accidentally kicking me, and I landed on Julie's sweater. At Julie's house, I tried to get help, but instead she taped me to her flipflop, face up, and next thing I knew I was spending two hours beneath her huge toes and sole.'

'So how do we get out of here,' Scott said, growing impatient.

'We need to get a rock, that's the only way. Mine was thrown out of my pocket during the kick. We'd better hope they don't have a rock, then we have about as much chance as winning the lottery.'

It was then that Erikka pulled from her pocket the stone. It had an eerie red glow to it.

'Why is it glowing red,' Tom asked, scared that he knew the answer.

'When a stone is confiscated from the original wisher, it becomes limitless in power to the confiscator. It glows red when it is in the hands of the person who would use such power,' The Goth said, trembling.

The three giantess's eyes were drawn to the mysterious red glow. Slowly their eyes turned to the two little people and the one trapped in Erikka's nylon.

'Hey Julie? How would you like to feel that Goth pop beneath your toe?' Erikka asked.

'Not as much as I'd like to see that nerd to be a speck of dirt between a wrinkle in my sole,' Holly said before Julie could answer.

The three little people all shivered as the light from the rock began to grow, and Erikka began to moan with power.

The Goth watched as long, talonlike tan fingers closed around her. She was jerked upwards with such grace and speed. Slowly she was brought to Julie's face.

'This little piece of filth needs to know how horrible the world can get before she starts her rebelling and bitching. You say the world is bad? How about this world?!'

With that, Julie kicked off her fliflop and brought her bare foot to her lap. She placed her index finger on the back of the Goth's head and ground her little face into the crevices of Julie's giant tanned toes. As she pushed the Goth's face in her toes, she scrunched and wiggled them back and forth, making sure the little Goth had a constant faceful of smelly toe flesh.

Silently the Goth wished for some sort of Wicca or dark magic that could save her, but knew it was no use. The only real magic was in the rock. She watched again and again as she was being pressed face first into the smooth, soft, but horrible smelling crevices of Julie's toes. She was forced to deeply inhale the horrible smell of her toes.

Becoming bored, Julie got up and went to Erikka's computer desk. Finding a roll of masking tape, she sat down with her little Goth and sat with her barefoot in her lap once again. After stripping off a long piece of tape, Julie smiled at the Goth.

'Time for you to see the light for the last time,' Julie said, with a mock sad face. 'You are about to see what darkness really is.'

The little Goth watched as once again her whole world was moving closer to the devilish toes of this popular girl. She closed her eyes as her face was stuffed into the crevice between her big toe and second toe. She felt pressure on the back of her head, yet this new object pressing her deeper into the giant smelly toes actually stuck to he back of her head. Pressure increased in her head, and she felt something pass her back, pushing her face further in as well as pushing her entire body into the soft sole of Julie's bare foot.

Julie smiled as she tightly wrapped the masking tape around the tiny Goth's head. After a few more passes she had completely taped the little Goth to the bottom of her foot. She could feel her little boots kicking furiously againt her sole. She giggled madly, getting a massage and tickle at the same time.

Erikka watched the entire ordeal, and she only closed her eyes and felt power surge through her. If only controlling people were this easy. As she shook with power, she ground her foot into the carpet, and little Scott was forced face first into her lovely yet foul smelling sole. His air supply cut off, his tongue forced from between his lips. Slowly she dragged her foot back and forth on the carpet, moving Scott's tongue up and down her sole. Scott was surprised how clean it was, except for the salty sweat which saturated his tongue until it was soaked completley, not unlike a sponge.

Holly had Tom back in her sock and inside her shoe. Her foot was so close to the flames she was afraid she'd catch it on fire. Inside, Tom had started out at the top of her toes. Slowly, painfully, and smelly, he slid down down until his body was cradled inbetween her toes. As foot sweat ran down from her toes, it washed Tom away, sliding him deeper down the sole. Tom reached his hand around the top of the foot, only pushing himself deeper into the Giantess's beautiful tan arch. He was able to hold himself there for a few minutes before his hands became pruned with smelly perspiration and he slid down her arch and under her heel. Expecting it to be cracked and dry, Tom was surprised to see it was as soft as arch. Pushing his hand into the flesh, sweat trickled from between miniscule pores, dripping over him. Tom's little prison was getting hot. Too hot.

The Goth could no longer breath. She had her face so far into Julie's toe crevice that her oxygen supply was rapidly decreasing. She tried taking small, gasping breaths, only to be infected with the horrible smell of Julie's toes. She soon ran completely out of oxygen, and gasped her last final breaths, pushed headfirst into Julie's toes. Before she suffocated, she though to herself a final dark poem:

'Dark moon and pitch black sea
Harken, I plea you listen to me
Nevermore shall you have our sisters shamed
Your darkness has made our lives mamed
Yet you do not know hell as I know it face to face
How my body got stuck in this horrible place
You say we are messengers of the dark lord of strife
I guarantee he was never beneath a girl's foot...begging for his life...'

Erikka could feel something release inside her, something which made her grow mad. She pushed her foot so aggressively and angrily into the carpet that Scott actually bit the bottom of her foot. She loved the feeling. There was no pain, and she knew Scott's mouth would now be full of her foot sweat.

Another ring at the door, and Holly got up to answer.

However, as she got up...

She felt something wet crunch beneath her heel.

Back in Tom's guidance counselor's office, Susan Laconta was packing up her purse, shutting down her computer, and stacking the papers she had to work on tomorrow. It had been a long day. Susan was a beautiful latino with huge breasts and a 5'5', well fed body, but not in any way fat. Gorgeous body, brown hair streaked blond, she looked like a seductive model. She was wearing a flowered yellow dress with natural colored nylons in strappy red open-toed sandals. The day was hot and long, and she was in her bare stockings, her sandals forgotten beneath the desk.

Mr. Olwen, also known as Coach Olwen, was also a guidance counselor. As he and Susan were the only ones left in the office, he decided to make his move. He straightened what little hair was left on his comb over, sprayed his wife's favorite cologne on his well kept, lint-less suit. Finally licking his thumb and shining the tips of his shoes, he stepped out of his office, noticing Susan still in her office, packing up. Walking by her office to the door, he poked his head in the doorway.

'Have a nice night Susan.'

All Susan could do was smile back. She despised Mr. Olwen. Many girls who had him as a guidance counselor would come to her, begging she accept him. Apparently Mr. Olwen was an asshole to girls, only liking his football boys. Silently she wished Mr. Olwen would get what he deserved. Still looking at him, his face began to change. There was no dork smile on his face, he started to look scared. Susan watched in shock as she saw his 6'5' form shrink to her eye level, below her breasts, waist, knees, and finally end up looking like a carpenter ant on the floor. Surprised, she suddenly noticed heat coming from beneath her foot. As she lifted her foot, she saw a tiny red glow, like a spark on the sole of her foot.

Mr. Olwen watched Susan look mesmerized at the sole of her foot. Still he knew he had to get help, and began running to her as fast as his little legs could carry him. What had happened? All he said was good night, and now his entire world resembled 'Honey I Shrunk the Kids'. He walked closer and closer, and as he was looking up in awe at her, tripped over something knee high. His face planted on hard leather. But why would there be leather in her office? Then a horrible stench reached his nose. As he looked up, a pink arena stretched infront of him. Below him was a dark spot, indented in the pink leather. To his left were 5 other dark imprints, smaller than his. Above the arena was a series of pink ropes.

Mr. Olwen was in the toe section of Susan's sandal

Flicking the small spark from her sole, Susan looked back to the spot where Mr. Olwen was just standing, but she didn't see him there. She was hit with a wave of fatigue, and held her head for a moment, planting her elbows on her desk and dropping her foot from her lap.

'There was no spark, there was no Mr. Olwen being shrunk,' she thought to herself. 'You're tired, girl, you need to go home.'

Without looking, she groped about with her feet for her sandals. finding her left sandal, she fit her foot in and strapped it about her ankle. Lifting her right sandal, she began to slip it on.

Mr. Olwen's 'arena' began to rise in the air, and stopped abruptly, shaking him to his knees. He scrambled back up and began running across the pink leather towards the heel section of the sandal. Before he reached midway, a horrible sight met his eyes. A huge, golden, hovering foot with five toes started charging towards him. Running backwards, he tripped over himself. Pushing himself back to his feet, he squared himself as he taught in football defense. Feet planted evenly, crouching slightly, and leaning forward, he spread his arms. Although he thought differently, he was nowhere near ready for the attack. First to hit him was her big toe, square in the chest. He wrapped his arms around the toe until they met atop her polished toenail. As he squeezed his arms around her toe, he lifted himself up and into the nylon covered underflesh of her big toe, he was surprised out how incredibly soft it was. He felt the brush of leather on his back, and slowyl he landed face up, Susan's toe directly on him. Enormous weight and pressure began to sink down on his muscular form, yet he began to sink into the soft skin above him. He sank so far in that his face was pressed into the nylon. As he breathed in a horrendous smell ripped at his nose, seemingly burning his nose hairs. As the pressure increased as she got up, the nylon dug into his body. Still his nose managed to poke through a nylon nit and scrape bare flesh. The smell was so strong Mr. Olwen began to feel dizzy and passed out.

Susan swung her purse over her arm, picked up her water bottle and headed out the door. As she walked down the dirt covered hallway, dust kicked up and surrounded Mr. Olwen's head in a dusty film of filth. As it was hot and Susan had a long day, sweat began to moisten the nylons and mixed with the dirt, covering Mr. Olwens head in a slimy and smelly filth. Susan took one last look at her office and replayed the incident in her head of Mr. Olwen shrinking. Though it was physically impossible, Susan couldn't help but think what she would have done. Something inside her made her mash her toes into the bottom of her sandal. Unaware she had just covered the coach's head with her smelly, netted toe flesh, she marched out the school's front doors and to her car. Pressing her toes down on the pedal, the coach wondered, from the smelly confines of her big toe, what he had gotten himself into.

Holly was crying...

Julia sat with her on the couch, trying to comfort her. Holly just couldn't believe that she had actually killed someone. How could she forget that she was putting someone's life at stake playing with him the way she did. She actually believed that little Tom could be shrunk, as he was, but she didn't believe he could actually be crushed. That wet sensation of the crunch under her heel played over a thousand times in her brain, and it was disgusting. A person was down under the heel of her smelly tan foot. How awful it must be to have a wall of stinking skin pop your body open like a grape. It sickened her.

Meanwhile Erikka went to the door to see who had rung. As she opened the door she saw standing there one of her most bitter enemies at school. It was Carrie Rothenburg. A Goth, and perhaps the most horrible looking of them. Her hair was shaved all around save a large circular area atop her head. She was dressed in all black, a black cape, and black make-up. Her skin was pale white and her earrings had holes the size of nickels. Before Erikka could speak, however, Carrie glanced down at a box in her hand and said, very calmly and with a smirk,

'You need to check this out,'

With that she brushed Erikka aside and entered the house. She sat down in front of the fireplace, Erikka stunned at who would do such a thing in someone else's house, and set the box down in front of her. Julie curled her lip at the site of this Goth (she hates this one the most) and reluctantly half-carried Holly to the floor with her by Erikka's beckoning. After all, Erikka had the stone, the Goth was powerless.

'I know each of you girls are aware of the secret of the order. We Goth's gave the males at highschool stones to use to shrink themselves, indulging in a thought to be uncommon 'giantess fetish'. When a woman found a little man, she could pleasure herself and become confident, knowing she had power over a tiny being. Still the man had the power to chege himself back. And although we did not intend a woman to have a stone, you three have become the exception. You now know too much, and we ask you three join the order and swear an oath of secrecy. If you do, your rewards will be plentiful.'

The Goth lifted the lid from the box and slid it into the center of the girls. As the girls looked down, an incredible sight overtook them.

'We would never have tested those stones on ourselves, of course. We needed men. Being next to a city gave us a chance to 'purge the city of it's filth'. Every last one are all bums from the street or convicts that have gotten away. And not one of them will be missed, and every one of them deserve what they are about to get.'

Erikka's eyes lit up with power. Anyone seeing her from the perspective of the tiny men would see them red. Inside the box were about 30 - 40 men. Some were muscular and tough looking, some where bedraggled and clothed in rags, still sucking on beer. One even carried a miniscule pistol. Seeing Erikka's enormous face, he cried 'BACK DEMON!!!' and fired into the air. Erikka felt as if a crumb had bounced off her cheek. Though she definitely felt it, it didn't hurt. However this didn't stop her.

The little convict watched in horror as five mammoth fingers stretched towards him. He was reminded of the movie 'The Odyssey' when Hydra's long heads sealed the fate of the little men passing through his cave. Firing madly, he soon was out of bullets. In a last effort to stop her he threw the gun at her ever approaching thumb, it bouncing harmlessly off it's pad. He gasped as what felt like thick cables squeezed tightly around him, cutting off his air supply. The speed at which he was yanked up made him immediately sick.

'Now what do you think you were doing, you little shit? How many stores have you robbed? How many women have you raped? Well you are about to get some cruel and unusual punishment, and I dare to ask you for a trial!' Erikka laughed and slipped off her nylon that little Scott wasn't in.

She opened the top and dropped the mini man in. Down he fell, gaining rug burns, 'or nylon burns,' he thought with a scowl. Landing safely at the toe section and bouncing up slightly, his world began to swing up and down, and soon he was in for the ride of his life. Erikka was swinging the nylon around and around, making the man inside very sick and discombobulated. However he did not throw up. It must have been the effect of the stone.

The convict inside held his head, his vision ruined and a pounding headache. His senses became heightened at his weakness, and he noticed a horrible smell from all around him. His world began to shake once again, though this time very softly. Though he still could not see, he felt something enormous, soft, and wet brush his back. It was pushing him forward until his face was caught in the nylon netting. Turning around his face was met with what he later discovered as the smelly pad of her big toe. As she scrunched, her big toe pushed his head down until it was beneath it. Still working her toes, she managed to curl the convict up in a ball and scrunch him tightly somewhere near her second third and fourth toes. His face was shoved deeply into the foul smelling skin of her foot, and every time he breathed was like being told where you are. Although he pleaded that he would commit no more crimes, Erikka did not hear him. She merely marveled the fact that there was a cute little man curled up beneath her smelly toes. She then put her foot on the ground, keeping a tight air seal between the ground and her toes.

Meanwhile Scott had passed out. In his dreams he was lovingly hugging the beautifully socked big toe of Nikki, the girl of his dreams. It had a wonderful smell to him, and he kissed it over and over again. Nikki was giggling and wiggling her gigantic toes in his face. Then she did something Scott didn't want to happen. She removed her sock, dropping it on him. She then proceeded to lower her enormous, towering and soft sole ontop of his tiny body. He managed to push enough sock away to see at the last minute the sole descending upon him. He heard her laugh evilly, and his vision was black. His face came into contact and his nose deeply buried in her soft arch. His entire body became enveloped by her sole, and as he pushed away, the sock only bungeed him back. It was then he awoke to the sound of laughter.

'Oh my God, did you see him kissing your toe.....He loved it!..... The little pervert.....that's so disgusting.....And then he tried to fight the netting! HAHAHA!!!'

The girls were rolling on the floor in laughter (all except Julie), and Scott felt like an idiot. He had humiliated himself in his dream. He knew exactly what was coming next...

'Well Scott, seeing as you LOVE my feet,' Erikka choked through fits of laughter, 'I'm going to give you ten minutes to clean between my big and second toe. NOW DO IT, LITTLE SCOTTY!'

'Ew, Erikka, that's mean and disgusting!' Julie protested.

'Oh come on, Holly, it feels so good in so many ways. You really need to try it. Don't fell bad about that jackass nerd. He just wanted your body, he didn't care about you or your life, why should you care about his?! Here, come take one of these bums. I hate the filth of society!' Julie smiled at Holly.

Holly couldn't help but smile back.

'Yeah ok, just give me a few minutes...'

'No time for that, Holly. That's the door, and I guarantee that's the party crew,' Erikka said, getting up.

'Hey wait one minute. What about our bargain, Erikka?' The Goth said nervously, grabbing her arm.

The minute she felt the grip of her arm, Erikka became angry. Who was this asshole who dressed like a halloween freak. She quickly shoved her hand in her pocket, feeling the heat of the stone. She knew what to do, and in no time the Goth was about 2 inches tall.

'Tell you what, I'll get back to you on that!' Erikka thundered to the bewildered Goth. 'She's all yours, Julie!'

As Julie reached towards her tiny form, Holly slid the box beneath her chair. Julie quickly stuffed the little Goth beneath her bare toes in her sandal and scrunched her into the crevice.

Sure enough, Erikka opened the door to see 6 more girls in party clothes. Quickly scanning their appropriately adorned feet, Erikka stepped aside and offered them in. As they waited for more to come the girls drank some beer and talked about boys at school, to which Erikka constantly wiggled her toes over little Scott. Within half an hour everyone invited had shown up, around 17 girls.

'Ok girls, I have for you the life of the party. BEHOLD!'

Erikka withdrew the box from beneath the box, to the puzzled looks of the girls. Meanwhile the little men inside were startled by the abundance of voices heard outside the box and the sudden movement of their container.

'I'm going to pass the box around. Please take two and pass it on,' Erikka giggled.

As the box came to the first girl, she carefully removed the lid, expecting a box of spiders or something. Yet the other girls watched her face go from scared to normal to utter disbelief.

'Oh my GOD, Rikka, are those what I think they are?!'

'You're damn right, and it's incredible isn't it?'

The little men looked up, and they knew each giangantic face that appeared above drove one more nail into each of their coffins.

Duff. Big Duff.

Anthony 'Big' Duff was the star of the varsity football team. He was, to say the least, incredible. His strength surpasses that of many of his coaches, as well as his knowledge in the game. He is also proud to be one of the stupidest kids in highschool history. And to top it all off, Duff can get any of the hottest girls of his dreams. If you wished you could have been somebody, it would have been Duff.

As Duff sat in the back of the bus on the way home from another winning game, he looked around at his teammates. All were asleep or not paying attention to the outside world. Partying for an hour on the bus was fun, but definitely exhausting. Slowly and carefully, Duff reached into his pocket. His fingers closed tightly around a warm, green glowing object. The roughness of the object deemed it a stone, only this stone cost him $50. He still wondered why he allowed himself to buy this piece of crap from the Goths. Still, he was drunk, what could he have done?

The Goths said all he had to do was wish to be something. As Duff peered over the tops of the seats, he saw the cute cheerleader girls of the school. They may not be as popular, nor do they look like models, but they were definitely cute. The back of one brown, soft haired head told Duff that Angela was close in front of him. How he yearned to see Angela's enormous breasts, to squeeze them. Slowly, and trembling, he closed his eyes. Thinking himself stupid looking like this, he quickly wished he was 2 inches tall, just to prove the stone wouldn't work. As he opened his eyes, he knew it. The stone was a piece of shit covered in glow-in-the-dark glue. He was still facing the brown wall of the seat in front of him. But wait...

As he tried to peer over the tops of the seats, he realized he was craning his neck upwards, only seeing the cliff that was once the top of his seat. Looking at the ground, he faced the brown cushions of the seats, only it extended 50 meters infront of him. Panicking, he began to run wildly, eventually falling off the edge of the seat. Down he fell, in almost slow motion. But when he hit the cold, wet floor of the bus, he didn't feel a thing, no pain, nothing.

'Hey this is fucking great, eh?' he guffawed.

He began to run in the direction of Angela. That's when he stopped and realized exactly what he got himself into. There were dozens of pairs of feet in front of him. How could he possibly know which was Angela's? Judging on where he last saw her, he came towards a pair of keds. Open heeled as they were, Duff marveled at their gigantic size. He turned around and began to back up, hoping to catch a glimpse of Angela and climb up to her breasts. Still backing up, and idiot as he was, he bumped straight into the heel of the girl's right ked. As he did hit it with the bottom part of his legs, they bent and he landed face up...

On the sole of the ked!

Duff looked up and saw a huge, white field of cloth above him. Heat came from somewhere near his head. He knew this huge, white ceiling several feet above him was the suspended sole of this girl. Not wanting any accidents, he jumped off the shoe, thinking he may have faintly caught a smell of something that did NOT smell good. However as he gained his balance again, something met him in the chest and carried him in midair. Recovering from the shock, he looked down at his own reflection in a blue rectangle the size of his torso. He was holding on to something wet, almost slimy. The thing smelled really bad, and was tackling him towards a large white net...

Angela was tired and her feet were sore. She took off her shoe and sock off one foot and allowed the cool air to caress her wet foot. After a few minutes of total relaxation, she again brought her foot into her sock. Little did she know she was carrying big Duff on her big toe into the smelly sock with her.

'Hey Angela, your feet smell,' said one of her cheerleader friends from across her seat.

'Oh yeah? Yours smell worse,' Angela shot back, smiling.

'You wanna bet?' her friend said, kicking at Angela.

'Ooh you wanna play footsie huh?'

Duff didn't know what was happening. He was shoved into Angela's sock and was now face down into her smelly foot, but his entire world went topsy turvy as he was thrown up and down like a carnival ride. Then, without warning, his back came into contact with something else, something with similair texture of Angela's foot.

Angela and her friend, Jen, were now having a showdown. They pressed with all their might on one of their feet on the foot of the other girl. Duff was inside Angela's sock, and his world was dark and he was pushed face down into Angela's sole until he he couldn't move, and there was Jen's foot pushing into his back. The smell was incredible and Duff was weak, pressed between two girls' soles. He swallowed his pride (and a little of Angela's foot sweat) and bit Angela's sole.

'Hey, there's something in my sock,' Angela said thoughtfully. It didn't hurt, but still she wanted to investigate. She wasn't afraid of insects and did not scream when images of bees or spiders came to her mind. However when she took off her sock and shook Duff from the inside, she looked at her palm in disbelief.

'Yeah right, you just won't admit you lost..hey what is that?'

Both girls looked down at Duff, and Duff looked stupidly back at them, not haveing the strength to wave his arms. Both girls looked incredulously at eachother, then at Duff. The smile they gave each other sent chills through Duff's spine.
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There were mixed feelings among the girls here. They saw the box of little men but they didn't know if they should take one (or two as Erikka said). Still, they all adored Erikka, her being the most popoular girl in school, and decided that this must be just a new trend (a very strange one).

Scott's head emerged from between Erikka's toes. His head was covered in a sticky, slimy grime of toe jam that had built between Erikka's toes. His throat burned from the disgusting taste, and every few moments Erikka would pinch her toes together, trapping Scott's head and rubbing more filth into his poor head. He couldn't take this much longer. Finally scooping the last bit of nasty toefilth from between her big and second toe, he shoved it in his mouth and forced a swallow and collapsed in exhaustion between her crevice.

Cool air hit his back.

He turned around and blinked in the light, and after a moment could hear giggling and see pointing, and overall, see Erikka's face.

'Well little Scott, looks like you have been chosen by someone! Apparently Nikki wasn't pleased with our box of bums. I don't know why, those guys deserve torture,' she laughed with the other girls.

He felt a tug on his body as Erikka took off her nylon, dragging him down her beautiful soft, sweaty sole until he reached her heel. Erikka's manicured fingers caught him deftly by his collar and she brought him to her face.

'You don't look so good Scotty, what on earth were you doing down there?' She threw her head back and laughed with the others, knowing perfectly well she ordered him to clean between her toes.

Nikki watched Erikka taunt poor Scott, and it made her blood boil. She eagerly wanted minutes alone with him, and wanted Erikka to knock it off and hand him over. As Erikka blew Scott a kiss, she dropped him into Nikki's palm. As he hit, Nikki felt this incredible, fleeting feeling. It was as if she were the greatest Goddess of the world, because a tiny human being was curled up on a section of her palm. However the feeling passed as quickly as it came, and Nikki was left puzzled. She withdrew to a private room in the house with another bum from the box Erikka insisted she take.

Locking the door and ying down on the bed with her socked and pink sandaled feet, she slowly brought her hands to the blankets and Scott and the convict jumped onto the soft covers. They both looked at the colossal figure above them.

'Look guys, I don't know much about this but I know enough that if you stay with Erikka, Holly and Julie you will be killed...' Nikki began before Scott interrupted.

'How did you know I was here? How did you know that Erikka had me in her nylon?'

Just the words that came out of Scott's mouth made Nikki's hormones rage for another fleeting second, but she ignored the feeling.

'Well in English class, a Goth in the back was looking at your empty chair and smiling at it. Remember we had writing club at 4:30? I knew you never miss it, and went to the Goth and asked her what happened. She said you were now the 'property' of someone. When Erikka called and said she had a party and had to show me something, I knew it was you'.....
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You couldn't pay any of the convicts enough to compensate for their torture. Each of the 16 girls downstairs had two, and they decided to play a little game. Julie had told Erikka that some girls would be queasy about killing some of these guys, so Erikka developed the tournament. Erikka didn't have any personal little men, as the game required she have none. Each of the girls had two little men. The tournament was to match the two men together, and the man left standing wins and goes to the next round. While the men waited, each girl had a convict under one foot. When it was their turn, the girl would call them from their 'locker room'.

The first few matches were brutal. As the little men fought and struggled, Erikka couldn't help but knock the stronger one over with her big toe and cover his little face with it. After a while Julie becae angry and Erikka sulked, watching the games, anxiously wanting the winners...
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'Please don't cry, sir, I don't know how to fix this but I swear I am doing my best,' Nikki pleaded with the convict who broke down on the bed.

The convict pointed at her, 'SLUT! PIG! BITCH! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? MAKING ME GO THROUGH TORTURE, JUST PUT ME BACK WERE I WAS AND LEAVE ME ALONE!'

'Don't you talk to her like that! She's trying to help us you fool!' Scott roared. The convict started menacingly towards Scott across the bed, and Nikki covered her eyes and cried, not wanting to watch.

'What are you going to do about it, kid. Do you know how many people I've killed with my bare hands? Nerdy little kids like you are nothing!' he grabbed Scott by the throat and squeezed.

'N-N-NIKKI, P-P-PLEASE H-H-HELP!' Scott gasped.

Not knowing what to do, Nikki brought her finger to the convict and flicked him. The giant finger smashing into the convict's side must have broken a rib, for he cried out in pain and held is side. Both he and Nikki were crying, hugging herself and whispering

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...'
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'Erikka, KNOCK IT OFF,' Julie yelled at Erikka again for catching the convicts who were fighting and rubbing them between the soles of her feet.

After an hour, many of the girls were drunk, and Julie's feet were beginning to get hot and sweaty. She turned from the games and reached under her toes, bringing the Goth leader out.

'Well I hope you had something to drink down there, oh what's that, you want beer? Well sure!'

The Goth hadn't said she wanted any and wondered why Julie was giving her some, until she saw Julie's plan. Julie poured beer over her entire foot and stretched out on the carpet, her bare sole up.

'Well go drink it! I'm not wasting any,' Julie said threateningly.

The Goth slowly climbed onto the soft, tan, and now beer covered sole. She slowly got on her hands and knees and licked up the darkest puddle of beer, thinking it was the least foot-sweat diluted. When the liquid entered her mouth she sputtered and spit it out. It was sour, salty, and dirty tasting. The carbonation made it even clearer to her mouth that it was disgusting. Carbonated foot sweat with beer. What could be more disgusting...

'DING DING DING, WE HAVE THE FINAL TWO CONTESTANTS!!!' Julie rang out among the crowd of girls.

Erikka looked down at them. They could have sworn her eyes were red.

'The winner of this fight gets a night with me, just the two of us alone. Now FIGHT!'

The guys began battling for their life, and for a night with Erikka. Erikka sat back, her lip curled, and watched the men battle to their doom...