Parental Myrmidon

By

Invisible Ink

                Samantha and I were once again impatiently waiting up for our daughter Katherine again. This had been the third time in as many weeks. We gave her a warning the first time, grounded her the second time. This time, we figured it was time to take out big guns. We were going to hit her where it hurts most. We were going to take away her cell phone, and take away her internet.

                In fact, we had already done so. I had taken liberty of setting up a secured wireless network and locked out my daughter’s computer. Once Katherine gets home we plan on taking her phone away. This is just the last straw. We had grown tired of her games. She was coming home late all the time, when she was at home she was complaining about how horrible we are for not buying her car.  Then, then get this. When we suggest perhaps if she got a job and showed the tiniest bit of responsibility we would consider helping her out with the purchase of a car. We are suddenly the bad guys.

                Can you understand that? I know I certainly can’t. However, as we were sitting up watching Jimmy Fallon as we waited for our daughter the oddest thing happened. Samantha was the one who saw it first actually. It was a blue streak of light speeding across the sky. She ran to the window and I followed closely behind her. We watched in a bit of awe as it seemed to illuminate the entire sky.  It was beautiful.

                The splendor erupted as if it were part of a fireworks display. The light was so bright it caused us to blink several times.  We both stumbled backwards a few steps blinded by the eruption of light. We called to each other a briefly asking if the other was okay. However, our questions quickly faded into oblivion as our vision returned.

                Samantha and I stared at each other unable to believe the spell that had befallen us. The situation so foreign, so unbelievable we figured that this had to be some kind of magic trick or illusion. We were just grasping at straws at that point. As our minds reached out to somehow make sense out of what had happened. We hugged each other tightly as tears fell from Samantha’s eyes.

                “Greg, Greg, what has happened to us.” She said as hugged me tightly and cried into my shoulder. I looked about our living room which had been transformed from a modest middle class living room of a two story home you would see in any typical American home into something out of a science fiction movie.

                Everything had grown to gargantuan proportions. The sofa, the chairs, the piano, everything was now simply titanic in size and scale. The living room furniture which loomed above us made us appear to be nothing more than rodents in our own home. The views were unreal and this entire reality in comprehendible.  I tried to remain strong and optimistic as Samantha continued to cry and blather on about nonsense.  I knew that if I broke down at this point it would only make the situation worse.

                Samantha finally regained composure sometime later and I had already taken stock of the situation at hand. We had obviously shrunk, as it’s highly unlikely the entire world increased in size and only we remained the same size. It was only a matter of time until Katherine came home. She would surely come across us. What I hadn’t come up with yet is where we go from there. As I haven’t ever heard of this happening so I’m unsure how medicine could really help us. The other thing I wondered about was how widespread this was. Did everyone shrink like this? If so we might not ever see Katherine again. The thought of my little girl out there alone shrunk was enough to bring a tear to my eye.

                The fumbling of keys filled the air as I heard the front door unlock. A wave of relief hit me as I knew that my little girl was okay. She was still normal. As the front door opened I watched her tiptoe in quietly shutting the door behind her. Samantha and I both shouted at Katherine for help however this was the first time that we had really spoken aloud. What we didn’t count on was the meager amplification of our voices.  They were easily drowned out by the sounds coming from the television.

                What happened next was something that neither of us was prepared for. Katherine moved directly towards us. We knew she hadn’t seen us and was completely unaware of our presence here. I pointed towards the coffee table leg to Samantha however, before either of us could move the black boot of my daughter stomped down what appeared to be just yards in front of us. It was an astonishing feat. She moved what looked to be a mile or so in just a blink of the eye. I barely had gotten the thought of we should take cover and here her foot was stomping down just before us.

                Katherine flipped off the television while taking another step, this time her other foot came down just behind us. The shockwaves were enough to send both Samantha and myself onto our rears staring straight up the seemingly endless legs of my daughter all the way to the panties of our daughter. It was a terrifying and incredible moment all at the same time.

                What felt like seconds later however were the already distant footsteps of Katherine heading up the stairs to bed. I knew we had lost our chance for the night, and the idea of navigating the house in the darkness wasn’t how I wanted to spend the night. So we did the only thing we could really do and that was take shelter beneath sofa and wait till morning. As in the broad daylight Katherine would surely see us. We probably should have done this in the first place.

Chapter Two

By

Invisible Ink

                As morning came Samantha and I got up and eagerly awaited the arrival of our daughter. However as the morning drew on we had the realization that it was Saturday. Katherine might not be up till noon; especially today, as Samantha and I have no way to wake her. It was a battle on the best of days to get her up and there was usually a lot of stomping and whining involved. Now, she would be left completely to her own devices to get up.

                As the morning drew on and mid afternoon approached I helped Samantha to her feet as the more we thought about it, the better we thought it would be to be some place a bit more visible. As we made our firsts steps out from beneath the sofa and into the daylight we saw truly a whole new world. Our home had grown to immense proportions.

                We hadn’t been walking for more than five minutes or so when I started to curse at the carpeting.  The carpeting you see wasn’t my idea. I wanted this nice subtle tan carpeting. However, Samantha wanted and got this dingy white high shag carpeting. I guess the proper and trendy term is high pile carpet. The strands themselves are about two and a half inches high.  I admit it does feel good when you walk across, but now it’s severely hindering our progress.

                “I’m sorry Greg I didn’t account for freak phenomenon’s in which we get shrunk in our own home when decorating.” Samantha yelled back at me frustrated with the situation and upset about my complaining.

                I tried to do the regal thing and take it in stride however, the next couple minutes degenerated into petty, bitter arguing. It probably would have lasted longer however we both paused as we heard the floorboards creek above us. We both shouted Katherine in unison.  Samantha and I hugged each other knowing we would be saved soon.  We gave each other a kiss as we hurried now with a newfound fervor to get to the walk way which leads to from the stairs to the kitchen.

                As Katherine pounded down the stairs I couldn’t help but get a bit upset. We had told her time and time again to walk down the stairs not pound your feet down them so the entire house can hear you coming. However, do you think she listens? Of course not, as what do we know.

                My arguments for Katherine quickly took a backseat as I truly saw my daughter for the first time. Samantha and I both looked at each other with a bit of trepidation. Here was our little girl however she looked to be a few hundred feet tall. I gulped as her eighty dollar Ugg sheepskin slippers which she begged for hit the floor. The footstep sent a wave of vibration which sent us tumbling to the floor.

                “Just look at her Greg, she’s enormous. Do you really think she will see us?” Samantha said. I wanted to tell her hell if I know. However, I tried to stay optimistic for Samantha’s sake so I told her of course.

                However, seeing Katherine like this even left a great deal of wonder in me. Everything about her looked just so enormous; from the plaid black and green pajama pants to the baggy t-shirt. However, what scared me the most was my daughters now oversized Kitten Jasper who she was stroking as she headed towards the kitchen. I tried to push my fear down as I resorted to screaming Katherine’s name while Samantha jumped up and down wildly.

                Katherine kept on walking, each step she took she got closer and closer. The sheer size of our daughter now was fully coming into effect. As her foot landed mere inches from us causing both Samantha and I to scurry out of the way I couldn’t help but feel like rodents.  Here was my little girl simply walking to the kitchen and she is completely oblivious to the existence of her mother and I. We are being forced to run from her footfalls like mice as we seek cover of some sorts.

                “She’s not seeing us Greg. What are we going to do?” Samantha shouted at me. I looked behind myself while grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the end table beside the sofa.  We were both breathing heavily as we watched Katherine disappear into the kitchen. Her voice was so loud that even in the kitchen we could still hear Katherine speak. The clanking of silverware and dishes were constant reminders of our new diminutive state in case we somehow forgot.

                It wasn’t too long later that the kitchen door swung open and Katherine walked back into the living room with a gigantic bowl of cereal. Jasper, her cat was luckily nowhere to be seen. As don’t think the thought of my daughters once tiny kitten now eating us alive, or using us a chew toy hadn’t crossed our minds, because it had.

                As Katherine sat down on sofa she unfortunately flipped on the television again. The sounds of mindless drabble fill the room as we approach her slipper clad foot.  I was relieved that these slippers were of the slip on variety. As this meant the heel of her foot was left unprotected.

                Samantha and I approached the heel of Katherine’s foot and I told her that I would circle around to the other side as that way no matter where she looked down she would see one of us.  As soon as I was in position we both started relentlessly pounding against the heel of Katherine’s foot.  At first she just slightly fidgeted with her foot. The slight movement on her part caused both of us to be sent falling backwards. We both had second thoughts at this point. If Katherine had moved her foot even an inch or two more in either direction we would have been paste.

                However, we both knew that we couldn’t survive like this. We were hungry, tired, and cold. We didn’t want to live like animals living off the droppings left in Katherine’s wake. The sheer idea of living such a life as if we were nomads was frightening enough for us to continue on at that point. However, hindsight is twenty-twenty.

                This time Katherine reached down with her hand to scratch her foot. As she did so her eyes landed squarely on Samantha. Samantha immediately begun to wave and shout as loud as she could in order to make sure Katherine could hear her. It was a time of happiness in which we both rejoiced. I felt a wave of relief as Katherine’s astonished face looked on at her diminutive mother.

Chapter Three

By

Invisible Ink

“Oh my god,” were the words that rang loudest from Katherine’s mouth. She was so shocked a soggy cheerio flew from her mouth hitting Samantha square on the head. The feelings of trepidation that I had been welling inside of me broke free as I collapsed to the ground sobbing gleefully over our discovery. Even now I have trouble putting into words the feeling of emotions that flowed from me at that moment.

My delusions of bliss faded as I watched helplessly as Katherine ripped Samantha from the floor. Everything happened so swiftly I barely had time to react as I watched Katherine lift Samantha higher and higher into the air.  I took a few steps backwards hoping to see what was transgressing however the sheer size of Katherine prohibited my vision, leaving me with only the ability to hear Katherine’s booming voice while Samantha’s voice dwindled into a soundless void in which my ears could not pierce.

“Just look at you! This is fucking unbelievable.” I heard Katherine say.

“Sorry Mom” Katherine muttered but I couldn’t help but detect the sarcasm in her voice even though it was booming around me.

“Is dad like this too?” Katherine asked and moments later and I saw her gaze drift down towards me. A smile crept across her face in such a way that fear rippled through my body. I took a few more steps back however before my foot hit the ground I found the hand of my daughter encasing my entire body. I attempted to move my arms or legs however nothing budged. The only thing I could move was my head from left to right. I glanced over at Samantha who seemed to have a worried look on her face. I didn’t quite understand why at that moment.

“Katherine honey, thank god. You need to call for help. We ended up shrinking while looking at some weird light in the sky while waiting for you to come home.” I tried to shout at forceful as possible; as Katherine often needed a firm hand to get her to do anything above the absolute minimum.

“Like I was asking mom, so what’s going to happen about last night? I know I was a little past curfew, but it’s just that my friends have a later curfew and I couldn’t get them to leave before they had too.”

“And that unlimited data and calling plan you told me you just had to have wasn’t working either I suppose? However, this is not the time to talk about your curfew or your tardiness Katherine. You need to grab your phone and get help” 

“Why? So you can ground me?” Katherine asserts while gripping both Samantha and I a bit tighter. I definitely didn’t like where this was going.

“Ground you? You wish that you could have such a fate.” I shouted up in a desperate attempt to regain control. However, I should have listened to Samantha who was trying to get me to stop. However, I was in the flow. I wasn’t thinking about the fact my daughter was holding me in her hands and I definitely didn’t foresee the end result.

“No internet, and no phone, is more like it young lady and if you don’t nip that attitude in the butt you can forget about any kind of allowance and start hitting those want ads a little harder.”

“Greg! That’s enough” Samantha shouted while trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Katherine, honey, your father and I, we are just scared.  We were young once. We understand what it’s like to be out with your friends and you lose track of time. If you could just call the hospital, we can look at perhaps extending your curfew. Just please, make the call.” Samantha said while trying to free her arm from Katherine’s grip so that she could wipe the remaining tears from her eyes.

                Samantha always was the better negotiator. I probably should have let her handle things from the start. I just didn’t realize how strong she really was. Crying was her way of dealing with stress and she had cried herself stress free and was thinking much clearer than I was. I hadn’t yet grasped that the situation had completely turned on us.

                Katherine’s grip on us began to wane as both Samantha and I slid through the palms of her hands which had created a tunnel by the loosening of her grip. Desperately we tried to grasp onto a finger or hangnail, anything that might slow or stop our decent. However, both Samantha and I exited the bottom of Katherine’s fist and landed with a splash into a cool white pool.

                Giant soggy cheerios floated all around Samantha and I as we found ourselves barely able to touch the bottom of the bowl and keep our head above the milk. The milk tasted horrible, as it had turned into mixture of the cereal and milk as one substance leaving cheerio flakes permeating the milky waters leaving the odd tasting milk stuck in our mouths.

                I waded over to Samantha and helped her stand upright as Katherine laugh caused waves to form and lap over us by the slight vibrations of her body.  I immediately asked if Samantha was okay before giving her a kiss. She gripped me tightly returning the kiss as we stared up at our daughter unable to fully believe not only what just happened, but why it happened.

Chapter Four

By

Invisible ink

Samantha and I tried to climb out of the bowl ourselves however; the sides of the bowl were so smooth we couldn’t get a grip on anything that would allow us to pull ourselves out.  This only caused Katherine to laugh harder at our plight. In fact as we struggled to free ourselves I saw her Iphone hover over head. The loud identifiable click of a photo being taken was all I needed to fuel the burning rage inside of me. Katherine clearly did not see the seriousness of the issue. We are shrunk and yet here she is playing around.

“Hahaha, this picture is classic. Just wait till the girls get a load of this.” Katherine exclaimed as she sat up setting the bowl down on the coffee table and standing up to her full height. Samantha and I could only look on as she typed in a text message to her phone before the sounds of Katherine plodding up the stairs echoed throughout the room.

The once cool milk had already begun to turn warm as we stood in silence waiting for Katherine to return. Neither of us needed to vocalize what the other was thinking, that Katherine’s intent might not be to change us back.  She has been going through a rebellious, I am an independent person phase that according to my mother in law, all teens go through. However, most teens don’t find their parents shrunk while going through it.  

Time seemed to stand still as we stood in the milk struggling to keep our heads above it. We had to stand on our tiptoes which meant our full weight was on our toes just to keep our head above the milk.  As time continued to tick by we grew more and more tired. Our muscles had begun to cramp and give in.  I couldn’t believe my little girl was doing this. We raised her better than this.  I kept running through my head where we could have gone wrong.

“We were good parents right Samantha?” I asked finally breaking the somber silence that had overcame us as we continued to struggle for survival in our daughter’s cereal bowl.  I desperately wanted her to say yes, or be able to pinpoint the exact spot we must have gone wrong in our parenting. My conscious desperately wanted that comfort that we weren’t at fault for any this. That relief would be so freeing and yet it never came.

“We did our best Greg, that’s all anyone can ask of us. We can only hope that she remembers the morals and values we taught her and that when she returns she realizes the mistakes she has made.” Samantha says while wading towards me to give me the hug I desperately needed.

The seismic tremors of Katherine coming down the stairs immediately alerted us. A sense of relief overcame me as I knew for better or worse I was about to find out which way this was all going to turn out.  Unlike before, when Katherine exploded down the stairs she was walking more gingerly this time. It was as if she was trying to be quiet or sneak up on us. However, because of her size in comparison to ours made the idea of sneaking up on us is preposterous. This would be like dropping an elephant in the forest and expecting it sneak up on you at camp. You would hear the trees being knocked down, and the loud thuds of elephant no matter how much it tried to be quiet. This was much the same way with Katherine.

As Katherine approached it was a surreal moment.  The constant tremors made ripples roll across the milky pool. As the waves of milk washed over us we couldn’t help but swallow the now disgustingly warm milk along with a few clumps of soggy cheerio that had broken away. This caused us to cough in an attempt to spit out the milk but the coughing threw off our balance so we dipped beneath the milky surface.

The milk poured down my throat as I flailed my limbs in the milk desperately seeking help. My lungs begun to burn from the lack of air as I tried to repel the milk from my mouth. I somehow managed to poke my head above the milk. As soon as my head went above the surface I spat out as much of the milk as I could before reluctantly swallowing the rest.  I gasped for air as I felt Samantha’s arms wrap around me.  Once her arms were around me she pushed herself off the bottom of the bowl and sent us into back float.  I kept spitting up milk as Samantha held onto me as we floated in the vast cereal bowl.

“I’m okay, thanks Sam.” I never had been a great swimmer or enjoyed water. So this was sheer torture to me. I had spent the better part of my life avoiding water. I wasn’t a strong swimmer but I had taken basic swimming lessons as a boy. However, that is what feels like another lifetime ago.

Samantha and I both watched the top of Katherine’s head bob above the rim of the bowl. The first thing we could see was her layered blonde hair with streaks of black and blue. The blue is reminiscent to the coloring of a blue raspberry icy.  As more of her started to come into view into view we both turned our heads as soon as we realized that she completely topless.

“Don’t be so shy now, you both ruled over my life with an iron fist for years. I never had a moment of privacy why give me any now?” Katherine snidely stated. 

As she sat down on the sofa we could hear the compressing of the cushion.  Katherine’s shadow soon overtook the bowl which had trapped us.  She blew her warm morning breath over us. Our noses crinkled as the air around us took on smell of her breath.

“Look at me when I talk to you” Katherine bellowed in an authoritative tone.  The difference in our sizes has caused her voice to take on a much deeper tone.  As she spoke her words dictated an ascendancy in which it never had before.   We looked on as her eyes bore down on us with a controlling glare which caused our spines to dither in murky milky waters.

“Katherine, put a shirt on” Samantha called out uncomfortable with the sight of her daughter running topless around the house.

“Whatcha ya gonna do if I don’t? Spank me? Ground me? I don’t think so. You like can’t even get out of my frickin’ cereal bowl. You ain’t doin’ shit to me; in fact you ain’t doin’ shit period unless I say so.”

Katherine’s hand was around us in an instant. There was no sign or warning of it coming.  It was just beside her and then all the sudden it was around us; as terrified and angry as I was at that moment I couldn’t help but be amazed at the same time. Katherine appeared almost to be another being in comparison to us now.

As quickly as Katherine’s hands were around us and we were being lifted upwards from the bowl, were dropping through the air just as quick.  A synthetic material was all around me. It felt kind of like hammock almost. As I looked from left to right at the black plane in which I was on I noticed that the floor was perfectly smooth and flawless in design.  I can hear Samantha nearby, however I cannot see her.

“You know? I guess you are parents and I should respect your wishes. So I guess I will put something on.” I felt relieved as I figured Katherine had seen the light of day.  Mere seconds after I had finished that thought everything lurched upwards. I had just made it to my feet when I was sent tumbling back down onto my back. A moment later the entire world started to tilt. I felt myself slide a bit as I reached my hands out to slow my descent.  As I looked forward my eyes bugged out as the chest of my daughter drew in closer and closer.

The nipple of my daughter’s breast smashed against my chest knocking the air out me and my eyes to bug out. I could feel my body contort and wrap around her breast. I sunk into her skin, as her nipple dug deeper and deeper into me as if it were a knife.  I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it sooner. She had dropped us into her sports bra.  The clasp of her locking the sports bra into place was deadening. I found myself unable to move a muscle as her sports bra treated me as if I was just a part of my daughter’s breast.

I tried to yell over to Samantha to see if she was okay but my voice was completely muffled by my daughter’s breast. As Katherine stood up I could feel how her weight shifted and contracted in the sports bra which tightly held against her. This was something I couldn’t fathom. As Katherine stood up, for the first time I found myself wanting to cry. It was all I could do to hold back tears as I felt myself jostle slightly as she moved about the house, fearful for what more she had in store for us, while wondering how this could possibly get any worse.

Chapter Five

by

Invisible Ink

Sweat dripped over our bodies as we found ourselves attached to the pulsating breasts of our daughter.  Our hair coated in Katherine's sweat which would bead down her breast and onto us as she ran down the street.  As each moment passed I could feel myself slip deeper into this succubus of hell.  My head was forced back vertically by Katherine's sports bra so I had the unfortunate luxury of watching each and every bead of sweat drip down towards me.  

My eyes would fixate on the beads of sweat that drew closer and closer until one exploded against my face. The sweat would then burn into my eyes, seep into my hair as if it were a sponge. However, the worst of it was that the sweat would pierce my lips and trickle into my mouth no matter how tightly I pressed my lips shut.  The sweat was hitting me at such a rapid pace that I was forced to swallow it or drown as there was just no time to spit it back out. In fact opening my mouth would be like a suicide mission as that would just allow for even more of the putrid sweat to slither into my mouth.

The constant jostling of her breasts as Katherine Jogged was beginning to make me sick. I knew her sports bra was supporting her breasts so that they wouldn't actually be moving around that much.  This made idea of being stuck against her breasts with a regular bra was absolutely terrifying. In fact I didn't think I would be able to take it if that were the case.

As Katherine continued to jog the sounds of life swirled all around us. Samantha and I could hear the idle chat she was having with her friend Chelsea as they continued on their jog discussing boys, movies, social events, and various topics that parents wouldn't normally be privy to hearing.  The entire experience was quite humbling. 

I could picture my daughter and her friend running by people in our neighborhood. Not a single one suspecting the diabolical nature of my little girl. It’s frightening to be in such a position that no matter how loud you yell, or how much you struggle nothing you do will be enough. You are completely at the mercy of another being.

The jog continued, going on and on. I wanted desperately to find out how Samantha was holding up, however all either of us could do was focus on just keeping ourselves alive. As at any moment if we wouldn't have swallowed enough of Katherine's sweat so that we could get a gasp of air in before the next bead of sweat rained down on us it could have be spelled the end for either of us.

As the jogging slowed to a walk I felt a sense of relief wash over me as the jostling settled down to just a gentle wobble. A second later a cool blast of air hit us. We were both drenched in sweat from the seemingly endless jog. As the cool air hit us the sweat that had been soaked into Katherine's top and sports bra begun to cool, in turn we started to shiver as the cooling sweat drew colder and colder.   The relief that had encompassed me was quickly expelled as I remembered just where Katherine went on her jogs. She always ran up to the YMCA with Chelsea as they offered a yoga class, and then they would run back home afterwards. 

A sense of liberation hit us as we felt ourselves being pulled away from Katherine's chest. As she lowered the sports bra to her lap I tried to stand up but my muscles wouldn’t respond. We had been so tightly held against her that our blood flow had been restricted. The entire experience had been quite overwhelming. The top of the rim of my daughters sports bra looked so high up I feared it would be a repeat of the cereal bowl.

"Katherine, why are you doing this?" I heard Samantha Sob. My heart fluttered a bit with the knowledge that Samantha was okay and sounded none worse for the wear. I on the other hand was another story. All the times Samantha had berated me for not going to gym, or exercising with her had came back to haunt me. I had never been much of an athlete and I was completely spent. I was doing all I could to suck in as much air as possible. Haggling for my freedom from Katherine wasn't even close enough to be a distant thought.

"Poor babies, was Katherine's little jog too much for you?" She taunted down at us. I couldn't help but feel her eyes judging me as they condescendingly looked down at my pathetic display.

"Katherine, is your father okay? Can I see him please? I beg of you." I heard Samantha shout. I turned my head slightly and could see the jubilation in Katherine's eyes. She was relishing this.

Thinking back on everything it shouldn't have really surprised me. Katherine had always been somewhat of a bossy person. If you gave her an inch she'd take a mile. I'm pretty sure that's why she took to babysitting so naturally. People were entrusting her with younger kids in which she could lord over. People were giving her the opportunity to be in charge. Now, it seems Samantha and I may be on the wrong end of one of Katherine's power trips.

"I suppose you can see him, just climb over to the other cup and take a look" Laughs Katherine as she looks down at her mother struggling to climb out of the cup of her bra.

"Kat! Hurry up already. You've been changing forever." Chelsea shouted. I desperately wanted to call out to her, I had the disillusioned thought that Chelsea would walk in and see what was going on and whisk Samantha and I off to the safety of medical professionals. It was a silly thought; however, it was the only thing keeping me going at that moment. The thought that if I could just hold out a bit longer, be just a little bit stronger someone was surely to find us.

"Whoa, what’s, what’s going on." I heard Samantha say just before everything started to tumble downwards.  The freefall was a euphoric feeling. Similar to that of what you get when you go sky diving. Unfortunately for us we had no ripcord to pull and everything came to a crashing halt as if we were in a car wreck. I was flung from the bra and tumbled several yards on the tiled locker room floor.

" Greg!!" I heard Samantha shout but try as I might I couldn't seem to open my eyes. My body hurt all over. I tried to sit up but my muscles wouldn't seem to respond. It felt like hours before I felt the gentle touch of Samantha lifting my head up and into her lap. Tears from her face dripped down onto me as she stroked me ever so gently.

"Greg, Greg, it's okay, I'm right here. We are going to be okay." Samantha said while showering me in hugs and kisses.

As I forced my swollen eyes to open I found myself unprepared for the magnitude of the situation that we were in. Katherine stood just a few feet from us stripping out of her running clothes. Just as she does at home she carelessly dropped them the ground. As the shorts hit the tile floor a gust of wind assaults us knocking Samantha to the ground.

"Katherine, help us. Your father is hurt! Katherine!!!" Samantha shouted as she ran back towards me.

"I'm going to shower before changing into my yoga clothes. If you plan on coming home with me I suggest you find a way to hitch a ride before I get back." Laughs Katherine as she lifts her foot up and stomps her barefoot onto the ground just inches from us. The shockwaves were violent enough to shake both Samantha and I. We both watch in terror as Katherine walks towards the showers.

"Greg, can you stand?" Samantha says but her voice is overpowered by two girls chatting as they casually walk into the locker room.

Samantha looks up at the two gigantic girls who seem to be heading right this way. She frantically grasps me from behind tucking her arms underneath mine in an effort to help me stand up. However, all I can see are these two gigantic women walking right for us.

"Greg, we have to get to Katherine's shorts. They aren't too far just about three feet from here. If we stay out in the open here we are going to get killed by those girls."Samantha shouted

"Are you crazy, they can help us." I yell back struggling to make it up to my feet.

"Greg, were going" Samantha says while flashing me the look. As badly as I wanted to try to seek out help from these girls, I knew better then to argue with Samantha when she gets that look. It's a losing battle which usually ends with me on the couch until i'm willing to admit that i'm wrong and to be fair usually I am.

"Fine lets go, can you help me up." I say reaching my hand out.

"Of course, however, if you had  just gone to the gym with me and shed that extra 50 pounds you have tacked on."

"Come on, Samantha! Are we really doing this right now." I managed to sputter out before a dingy black and white chuck taylor smashed down just behind us. As Samantha and I looked at each other we both gulped as she helped me to my feet. As soon as I put my full weight on my left leg I cried out in pain. 

The first step was brutal as I tried to shift as much of my weight onto Samantha as I could, however as a shadow loomed over head the realization that this just wasn't working was becoming more and more apparent by the moment.

Chapter Six

By

Invisible Ink

                I looked upwards as a mixture of shock and awe swirled about my brain, clouding my thoughts while impairing my decision-making ability.  The voices of the two young women boomed all around Samantha and I as they carried on their conversation in front of an unknown audience. The impact from the Chuck Taylor of the girl who was closet to us sent both Samantha and I tumbling to the ground.

                As she idly chatted with her friend, Samantha and I were left watching this young woman fidget and toy with her foot. She would shift the weight of her foot onto her toes and grind the toe end of the shoe into the floor as if she was putting out a cigarette. This made for some tense situations as we watched the heel of her shoe float awfully close to us several times.

                While Samantha was able to get to her feet relatively easy, it was much more of a struggle for me as my ankle was absolutely throbbing in pain along with several of my ribs. As we made it back to our feet the young woman started tapping her foot against the ground. Each tap of her shoe against the tile floor was like that of a thunderclap in the sky.  Moments after the thunderclap the ground would tremble as powerful gusts of wind would sweep past us.

                “Samantha, run on ahead to Katherine’s shorts. I will hurry as best I can.” I said knowing that my injuries were only slowing us down. I would much rather have Samantha safe then both us die because of me.

                “I’m not going to leave you like this Greg. I can’t, I won’t, I won’t watch you die here!” Samantha shouted as I put my right arm around her to offload some of the weight from my injured ankle.

                “Samantha down” I yelled knocking us both to the floor as we then looked up from the ground at the worn underside of the girls shoe as it sailed over us landing just a few yards ahead.   The young woman who had been unknowingly tormenting us for several minutes walked down the row of lockers with her friend until they both stopped a good distance from us.

                We used this opportunity to hurry as quickly as we could to get to safety. As soon as we reached Katherine's shorts, I practically collapsed onto the mesh material.  We were both winded but for different reasons.  I was tired from hustling what felt like a mile with a bad ankle, which only highlighted the fact that I am out of shape, while Samantha was tired from having to help support my weight the whole way.

                The reprieve that we got seemed short lived as Katherine appeared standing over us in some sweats and tank top with a yoga mat tucked under her arm. As she gathered up her things, Samantha and I huddled together. We shook nervously as our eyes fixated on our now gigantic sized daughter.  Katherine seemed to notice our fearful nature in her presence, which caused her to smirk down at us.

                “Katherine, why are you doing this to us?” We shouted as she knelt down setting the rolled up yoga mat on the ground next to us. It was a humbling experience to look up at the baby blue yoga mat and see it dwarfing you in every way. It added to the feeling of power that Katherine now held over us. Simple everyday objects that she interacts with are now daunting in and of themselves.

                We were praying for a response of some kind; however Katherine merely bundled up the shorts we were on.  We were left with only the ability to look on as mesh shorts lifted up as if they were a wall. Our hands instinctively went up as she dropped the other half of the shorts on top of us; almost immediately the air around us shifted from a sterile scent to one ravaged by the putrid odor of sweat.

                “Katherine!” we both shouted as we dropped a few feet before the shorts and us roughly landed in the small locker she had.  Samantha and I were both lost in the dense mesh fabric of her shorts when we felt the added weight of her shirt and shoes land atop of us.

                The added weight was insurmountable. Our bodies collapsed underneath it as we tried in vain to grasp at anything we could latch onto and pull ourselves out from underneath the added weight but no matter what we did it was hopeless.

                “I hope you enjoy yourselves as much as I do, nothing like a relaxing two hour session to free your spirit and mind.” Katherine said before closing the locker door. The click of the lock was an added punch to the gut as it told us if we could somehow escape from this rung of hell in which we have found ourselves in no one would be coming to our rescue.

                Seconds click by as if they are hours while an overpowering scent of sweat dominated the humid air. No matter which way I look my eyes can make out nothing but the bleak darkness of the abyss we find ourselves in.  I call out for Samantha but it is as if my voice is swallowed up into the oblivion.

                Godlike female voices would come and go as they passed by the locker which might as well be a prison in which we were being held captive. Each time someone passed without helping us I could feel the sense of defeat inside of me grow. I wondered how I could right this situation. I was losing control of Katherine by the minute. She needed a firm hand to guide her and to make sure she made the correct choices.

                It felt like days before the familiar voices of Chelsea and Katherine returned. As the locker door crept open, I soon felt the weight bearing down on Samantha and I growing less and less until Katherine finally flipped the part of her shorts that were on top of us off. Beams of light streaked in as her colossal face appeared.

                “Chelsea come here! Just look at them struggling to their feet. They can’t even get out from underneath a pile of my clothes now.” Katherine triumphantly spoke.

                “What are you talking about?” confusingly asked Chelsea as she approached Katherine. It was then the young nubile face of Chelsea appeared overhead. Samantha gripped my hand tighter as we looked fearfully up at her straight black hair, which was cut in to a short pixie style crop cut similar to that of Carey Mulligan. The silver piercing of her lip glimmered down at us as an expression of shock encompassed her face.  It was unnerving as her eyes pillaged our bodies watching our every move. The sense of privacy and personal space that we had grown accustomed to was gone as we cowered in fear before our daughter’s friend. The mesh shorts we were sitting atop provided no protection from the giant Chelsea.

                It was surreal listening to two enormous beings discuss us as if we aren’t even present.  It reminded me of when I was a child and I would be shopping with my mother and she would bump into a friend or co-worker. There would be the initial acknowledgement of my existence and then they would carry on as if I was just an afterthought.  Even though, more often than not they would be telling stories about me.

                “Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks, is that really you?” Chelsea asked as she moved her head even closer to us. I wave to her in hope that she will be more mature then my daughter has been. Much to my dismay, however I realize for the first time that Samantha has been on edge ever since Chelsea appeared. I look confusingly behind me to see Samantha pseudo hiding behind me.

                “What are you doing? They can obviously see us, besides this Chelsea might help us.” I tell Samantha.

                “You don’t understand Greg. I caught Chelsea smoking the other day.” Samantha said before being cut off.

                “Oh how the mighty have fallen, huh Mrs. Hendricks? You thought you were being such a big shot the other day tattling on me. I guess Karma really is a bitch.” Chelsea said laughing down at us; the trepidation that Samantha had been feeling all along begun to hit me right in the pit of stomach.  The situation was clearly turning for the worst. I was just starting to come to terms with the idea of having to deal with a giant Katherine and now, her friends are starting to come into the picture.

Chapter Seven

by

Invisible Ink

                The journey home from the YMCA was long, but the afternoon at home was even longer. Once we were home Katherine dumped us on the coffee table as her Chelsea sat down on the sofa. A moment later we watched in awe as Chelsea's foot was lifted above us. This caused Samantha and I to scurry out of the way of Chelsea's foot which slammed down onto the coffee table.

                "Y..y..you get your foot off this coffee table." Samantha shouted back nervously unsure of how much authority she could really garner. I knew how much feet on the coffee table bothered Samantha. It was right up there with not picking up after yourself. It was enough to drive her crazy. Before today Katherine or her friends wouldn't dare think of crossing Samantha in that manner. However, things are clearly different now.

                "W..w..what are you gonna do about it?" Mocked Chelsea as she shoved her foot into Samantha and I. We tumbled over like a deck of cards. I groaned in pain for a minute before making my way over to Samantha who was even more upset but seemed physically fine.

                "Samantha honey, I know your upset, but right now isn't the time to be yelling at Katherine and her friends. We were just knocked over by Chelsea's foot of all things. Trying to enforce the rules are only going to make things worse. You know how irritable Katherine has been lately. She has made it abundantly clear that she doesn't view us authority figures any longer."

                "So what are we going to Greg? I can't live out another day like this morning. Running from giant people in a locker room, trapped underneath a pile of clothes. That's not a life!" Samantha shouted back at me before storming off towards the opposite end of the coffee table.

                "Not so fast Mrs. Hendricks." Chelsea said as she looked over at Katherine with a smirk.

                "You don't need to call them Mr. and Mrs. Hendricks any longer. Just call them Greg and Sam. They are my parents in name only now."

                "Katherine!" I said unable to believe that those words had just came out of my daughter’s mouth. She had been really pushing the boundaries lately but I had no idea she had fallen that far.

                "Shut it Dad, I don't have to listen to your shit anymore, in fact I won't have to listen to it ever again. You are going to be living underneath my thumb from now on. So maybe you should start showing me a little respect from now on." Katherine said cutting me off. I was completely taken aback. I had no idea how to respond to that. She clearly needed a intervention or a come to Jesus talk. I just didn't know who could get through to her.

                "Mrs...I mean Sam, why don't you waltz your little behind over here. I want you to apologize for what you did. Do you know that I had to listen to my parents rant and rave for three hours before they tore apart my room taking all my smokes." Chelsea said defiantly as her eyes bore down on Samantha.

                I could see it in Samantha's eyes. She wanted desperately to slap both girls across the face, but luckily she managed to restrain herself and begrudgingly took several steps towards Chelsea. The glee in Chelsea's eyes was nearly unimaginable as Samantha neared her. As she reached a acceptable distance Samantha begrudgingly spit out her apology. However, Chelsea didn't find it satisfactory and in her defense, if I was on the receiving end of that apology I wouldn't have been all that enthused about it either.

                "That's your big apology Mrs. hen..erm Sam. I think you need to prove to me that your apology is sincere. So why don't you walk up to my foot and give it a kiss. I want to feel your lips through my sock. I want you to kiss my foot like you would your husband and if you can do that. I just might believe that your apology is sincere."

                Katherine immediately cocked her eyebrow upon hearing this and turned her attention fully to her mother. I desperately wanted Katherine to put an end to this. As this was clearly going too far. I mean it wasn't exactly fun and games before this, but this is a step too far. Samantha, was and is a far stronger person then I. She wears her emotions on her sleeve where I try to bottle them up and remain even keeled.

                As I watched Samantha approach Chelsea's dingy white sock I could feel my stomach churn. It was ripe from the jog to and from the YMCA, and the yoga class in between. I could see little flecks of dirt and dust particles stuck to the sock. I desperately wanted to grab Samantha and run, or save from this anguish. I would have given anything to be able to do that, but I couldn't.

                My legs were like posts buried into the ground. My voice was nothing but a whisper even to myself. I could only look on as Samantha approached Chelsea's colossal foot. I was just too scared and to afraid of what might happen to me if I spoke up. I had myself convinced that no matter what I could do or say wouldn't change anything. The girls wouldn't listen to me. Maybe that was true, maybe it wasn't but it's what I told myself. It's what I needed to hear from my conscious to make this lack of action okay.

                I started to look away as Samantha pressed her lips against Chelsea's sock. I had barely looked away before Katherine ordered me to watch. She wanted me to see the humiliation that Samantha was being put through.  I could hear the sobs from  all the way over here as Samantha pressed her lips against the dingy sock.

                "I'm not feeling anything Sam. I'm starting to think you aren't sorry at all for what you did to me. It's like you think this kind of action is okay." Chelsea bellowed down. I couldn't take it any longer. My heart was breaking having to watch my wife be humiliated like this. I rushed to side her and pulled her away from Chelsea's foot.

                "You listen here! We are the adults around here and you, you should be...listening......to.....us?" I said with such fire at first before trailing off as doubt filled my head on what I just did.

                "Naughty, naughty, now is not the time to be growing a spine dad. I think maybe a timeout will do you some good. It will make you more aware of your new position in this house. You and mom will do what I say, when i say, for however long I say to do it and if you don't like it the punishment will be swift, and unforgiving." Katherine ordered as her hand was instantly around me. I shook nervously in her grip as I was pulled away from the coffee table.

                "Katherine, honey," I said but I couldn't finish what I wanted to say. I was at a loss for words over the fact that my own daughter could be doing this. You can't prepare yourself for something like this. As Katherine pulled me away from Samantha and the coffee table I could only watch as Chelsea rolled her sock up her foot and then flicked Samantha against her foot. Samantha body pancakes against Chelsea's foot. Almost simultaneously Chelsea begun to roll her sock back down her foot and over Samantha.

                I was then lowered towards the floor and unable to see Samantha any longer. Katherine pressed the toe of her black and white skate style shoes against the heel of the other shoe, thus allowing her foot to slip out. Katherine dangled me above the mouth of the shoe she had just slid her foot out of just a moment ago. I could feel the hot warm air escaping from the shoe.

                "no, no, don't do this" was all I could say before Katherine's grip on me was void and I tumbled into the mouth of her shoe landing hard on the insole. My battered ankle cried out as I landed and rolled over onto my back clutching it. I pounded against the damp black insole. As I looked upwards at Katherine who now appeared more powerful than ever.

                "You know dad, it doesn't have to be like this. You could be an obedient little man and not have to go through all this. I want you to think about that while you are in there." Katherine said as she tilted the shoe upright. I grasped my hand feverishly against the insole hoping to somehow slow my decent but all too soon I was sliding down the length of the shoe crashing into the toe end.

                The heat down in this end of the shoe was immense. Unlike on the opposite end where the mouth of the shoe allowed all the hot air a place to escape this end was enclosed and the damp muggy air just hung in the air. The rancid smell of sweat clung to everything. It was nearly pitch black but I knew I couldn't stay in this end of the shoe. I would much rather die.

                As I stood up it dawned on me how small I had become. I could stand fully upright without hitting my head on the top of Katherine's shoe. In fact if my ankle wasn't so hurt I could jump and I don't think I could reach the top of her shoe, which is much more like a cave.

                I hadn't gotten more than a couple of steps when Katherine's purple and green socks diamond checkered socks that she had been wearing all day thus far were shoved into the mouth of the shoe and towards the toe end of the shoe. I hobbled at a much quicker pace. As I approached the sock I could smell the sweat and grime emanating from it. I pushed my hands into the sock but it was no use. The sock was completely wedged into the shoe. I was trapped like a rat. The full impact of Katherine's words started hit me.  She literally put me in time out.

                "You can just stew in there till, well until I say so. When you come out, I expect some obedience and little respect. I run the show around here now." Katherine said with a laugh as I heard the clunk of her kicking off her other shoe.

                I screamed, I yelled, I pounded and kicked against everything I could. However my voice was completely absorbed by materials of the shoe and the sock.  As I finally started to give into the fact that I would really be stuck here until Katherine decided otherwise I sunk to the floor and pulled my knees in close to me and rested my head against them. A minute later the wet pattering of my tears begun to beat against my knees before rolling down my leg. How could this happen, how could she do this to us, her parents. Kept ringing in my head. 

Chapter Eight

By

Invisible Ink

                I watched my daughter’s enormous fingers curl around Greg’s body. I felt a twinge of pain and fear for him. He was bruised and beaten and I was worried if he could hold up against Katherine’s playful nature. Greg wasn’t the most fit of men, but he had a big heart. That’s why I fell in love with him. He always tried to see the best in people and believed in them when he probably really shoudn’t have. I feared that he could fall into Katherine’s trap if left unchecked.

                The enormous face of my daughter’s friend Chelsea hovered over me. I gulped, as I looked up at her short dark pixie cut hair, her voice rained down on me, my eyes couldn’t help but focus on her lip piercing. The way her lips would curl slightly as she spoke. Images of those lips engulfing me whole were running rampant through my mind as I started to come face to face with my own vulnerability.

                A twinge of fear fluttered throughout my body as it shook slightly as Chelsea struck me from behind. The speed at which she hit me was unreal. I barely saw her arm extend before it appeared behind me. It was as if it was something out of the Matrix. I had no time to react as I saw her pointer finger curl behind her thumb and strike me in the back.  I went soaring through the air by a mere flick of Chelsea’s fingers. 

                “No, god no” I screamed as I watched her foot grow larger and larger. As I neared her foot Chelsea begun to roll her sock up her foot. The dingy white sock was damp and was sticking to her foot. As she rolled up the damp cotton would cling to her foot up until the very last second before finally giving way. My body smacked against Chelsea’s foot as if it was a brick wall. My body clung to her foot, It was as if my back was impaled against her foot.

                “Chelsea, Katherine, stop this right now. Get me off of here.  I know you can hear me! You two are going to be in so much trouble when I get free.” I screamed from Chelsea’s foot. I was so furious yet humiliated at the same time. I wanted desperately to ring the necks of both girls but I could barely move. The sweat on Chelsea’s foot is acting like a form of glue almost.

                “Keep on begging bitch.” Chelsea said with a laugh. This only made me struggle more. I managed to free my arms just as Chelsea started to roll her sock down her foot. I screamed bloody murder as the damp cotton sock pressed against my face. I was livid at this point; Katherine was just sitting there letting this happen. I began to hyperventilate as I took short quick breaths in an attempt to avoid breathing the sweaty air.

                Chelsea continued to roll the sock back down her foot until its completely on her foot. The muscles in her foot contort as she wiggled her toes which caused the sock to rub against my face and hair. The constant wiggling of her toes caused damp balls of sock fuzz to become wedged into my hair and mouth. My once dry hair turned damp with Chelsea’s sweat while the rest of my body felt dirty all over.  I pounded against her sock but the only response I got was a toe smacking the top of my head.

 I couldn’t believe that my life had come to this. I never imagined my life would befall a tragedy such as this. My own daughter allowing one of her friends to berate me and humiliate me, it was absolutely unreal. I thought the torment Chelsea was putting me through was hell; however I soon learned that being ignored could be just as painful.

I listened on as there conversation shifts away from me and towards more common topics. A frequent topic that kept popping up was a party. As they spoke the cool air of the house was rapidly chilling the damp sock that I was pressed against. I began to shiver as my teeth chattered a bit from the sweat that continued to cool to point where I would have given anything for a jacket or a warm sweater.

                “Ch, Ch, Ch, Chelsea” I managed to sputter out, but she merely squeezed me a bit with her toes, not even acknowledging my presence underneath her foot. I attempted to claw against the cotton sock hoping to find a small tear that I could exploit however the cotton fibers proved to be much too strong and thick for me to break in my current state. As this continued I grew more and more upset. I didn’t know whether to cry or to scream at the girls with unabated rage.

The better part of an hour passed before I felt Chelsea’s foot lurch off the coffee table. I let out a horrific scream as I watched the floor move closer and closer through the tiny holes in the sock.  My body smacked hard against the floor and then I felt the cold foot flesh of Chelsea envelope me as her foot molded around me as if I wasn’t even there.

I had never been a claustrophobic person however as the seconds turned to minutes I could feel that sense of fear and worry growing inside of me. I could see nothing but blackness no matter where I looked. The floor was pressed against my chest while Chelsea’s foot pressed against my back. I knew this was going to only get worse.

“Maybe if you show me a little respect, I will give you the consideration you never showed me Sam. I want you to truly feel sorry for what you put me through. You didn’t even try to understand my side of things before ratting me out. I deserved better and now you’re going to make it up to me one way or another.” Chelsea angrily snapped at me.

I desperately wanted this to be over. I couldn’t fathom the thought of spending another second underneath her foot like this, but kissing or licking her foot was not an option I was ready to explore either. If she thought for a single second I would willingly surrender my dignity to her she has another thing coming. I have more pride then that.

As time continued on Chelsea started to fidget with her foot, tapping her toes against the floor. The echoing sound was deafening to me beneath her foot. I wanted to cover my ears but I couldn’t move my arms enough to do so.  The one thing I welcomed from this audio assault was the fact that as she tapped and wiggled her toes against the floor it would force fresh air beneath her foot.  As it smelled like a boys locker room beneath her foot otherwise.

I suspected that under normal circumstances it might not smell as bed, but however due to my size and proximity to her foot it created a horrifying effect that I hope to never experience again. The tapping and wiggling grew louder and louder, or the longer she did it the more it got to me. I could barely stand it after about fifteen minutes.

The tapping and wiggling was enough to drive a person to the loony farm, and then she started flexing her foot a bit along with tapping. I had been pressed against her foot long enough that as she flexed her foot my body would bend along with her foot. This would cause my back to arch backwards a bit further then my body would care for. After about five minutes of this, to bring this unconscious hell that Chelsea was putting me through to a total of 20 minutes I was ready to give in. It made me sick, the fact that she wasn’t even aware she was putting me through absolute hell and yet she had me at wits end.

I yelled that I gave in, that she had won. However, the girls were no longer paying attention to me. They were watching television and chit chatting about things they had now deemed more important than me. I continually yelled for salvation which fell on deaf ears for quite some time. It wasn’t until I heard Katherine inquire about me and Chelsea made the comment that she had forgotten about me that any attention was paid to me at all.

I felt Chelsea’s foot rise up and bright, smiling face of my daughter came into view. I had never been so happy to see Katherine in all my years. I screamed for mercy, I begged her for my freedom. I desperately wanted out of here and I was willing to give her the world if meant getting out from underneath Chelsea’s foot.

The almost knowing smirk that fell across her face brought about a sense of remorse inside of me. It felt like I had somehow failed as a parent. You would always like to believe your child would never do something like this. They just aren’t capable of such a horrific act. However, after experiencing just a few hours of Katherine I began to rethink everything I knew my about my daughter. I wondered now just what else she was capable of. Would she truly harm us? Was murder a step to far for her? Or would she not even think twice about snuffing out her father or me?

“Of course mother, all you have to do is what Chelsea originally asked and this will be all over. You just have to kiss her foot, kiss it like you would dad. I want to see that sense of loving and desire in that kiss that I see when you kiss him.” Katherine happily stated as she leaned into get a good view.

I knew at that moment that I was defeated. It was better to cut my losses and live to fight another day. Most of all though, I knew I would break if Chelsea put her foot back on that floor, the thought of spending an hour, or even two underneath someone’s foot is just too much. I turned my head and whispered I’m sorry Greg, before pressing my lips against Chelsea’s repulsive foot.  As I did so, I felt a piece of me die.

Chapter Nine

By

Invisible Ink

The air was hot and stuffy inside of Katherine’s shoe. I wasn’t even sure if it was fresh air coming in or if I was just reusing the same stale air. However, I suspected that her sock; that held me trapped in her sneaker of all places was filtering any air I was getting.

The booming voice of my daughter and her friend Chelsea could be heard however, I couldn’t quite make them out well enough to understand more than a few words in any given sentence. My world had gone from one of bright lights and sounds to nothing but absolute darkness no matter where I look. The only sounds I got were the voice of my daughter and fainter sound of Chelsea. However, the television was the overarching sound that dominated all.

The sounds of the Hills were torturous enough before my accident. The fact that I was now being forced to listening to the lives of a bunch of rich girls meandering on without the ability to change the channel or leave the room made this hellish imprisonment all the worse.

I spent what felt like an hour just yelling and screaming, demanding that I be released. A part of me knew it was useless though. I didn’t want to admit that my little girl had done to this to me. I know she’s not much of a little girl anymore. She’s practically an adult, but I guess she will always be a child to me.

                I couldn’t tell how much time had gone by but it felt like forever before I felt the shoe move. I was thrown from left to right as I struggled to maintain my balance however I could find nothing but that disgusting sock to hold onto for any kind of support. I tried to hold out as long as I could, however the beating that I was taking won out before too long and I grabbed a hold of the sock with a death grip as I heard her thunderous footsteps as she ascended the stairs. I could hear Samantha’s voice in my head saying Katherine, don’t walk like around like an Ox.  I would have given up anything to hear that out of her at this moment.

                The sock, which had held me in this prison for so long, finally was plucked out of the shoe. I ran towards the mouth of the shoe to get some fresh air. However, the hand of my daughter Katherine met me just as I reached the mouth of the shoe and  I was found myself being lifted upwards, I realized that I was literally, as they say in the belly of the beast.  As I was all the way in Katherine’s room.

                She dropped me roughly onto her dresser. I rolled over onto my back in a bit of pain but considering what I had gone through it was minimal.  Katherine’s eyes looked cold while Chelsea’s had an almost cheerful expression on her face. As I sat up and looked behind me, I could see Katherine’s old hamster cage set up. It didn’t quite register with me at first what all this meant until I saw Samantha inside the cage. Katherine had used some leather scraps from her jewelry making kit and tied them Samantha’s wrists together. She then took another second leather strap and raised her arms above her head and tethering her to the top of the cage. 

                Another piece of leather tied Samantha’s ankles together in such a way that all her toes were supporting the weight of her body as Katherine had worked out the distance perfectly so that Samantha was standing on her tiptoes.

                I ran towards the cage calling Samantha’s name. My ankle no longer hurt, and my bottom felt fine, it was as if I was miraculously healed. The only thing I could think of was Samantha. I tried to push my way through the bars but the ironic part now was that I was just too big. I had spent all this time wanting this nightmare to be over. I would give almost anything for this to be over, but now, now I would trade it all to be just a few inches smaller, to squeeze through these bars.

                “What’s the meaning of this young lady; get her down, this instant!” I ordered, as I rattled the bars a bit before trying in vain to bend them. I was fuming, I had never felt so angry, so upset, so hurt, all at once.  I lastly dropped to my knees reaching my arm out. Hoping somehow even to just touch her, just to be able to console her.

“How could you do this, she’s your mother Katherine.” I yelled back at her, blinded by my rage. In that moment, I didn’t care what happened to me. I would have gladly traded places with Samantha. It wouldn’t even be something I’d have to think over. And yet, I’m powerless to do anything. I have felt helpless many times over the course of the past day, but no more so then I did at that moment. I couldn’t do anything but plead for mercy. Katherine sat down in her desk chair lounging back as she stared at us. I wasn’t sure if she was looking at me, her mother or both of us.

“Katherine, people will look for us. When we stop showing up to work and stop calling our friends people will wonder. You can’t just wipe us off the face of the earth.” I shout back hoping to appeal to the logical side of Katherine as I know she couldn’t possibly have thought this far ahead. She barely planned anything long term. I knew I had her here. She would surely have to bring us in for help, some kind of medical center or testing site to try to figure out what happened to us.

“You see DAD; this is where you’re wrong.” I groaned knowing I wasn’t going to like this. This was my trump card, and whenever Katherine emphasizes dad like that it means she thinks that she is right. I look back at Samantha who has the same puzzled look that I do. As Katherine couldn’t have planned this, she was clearly shocked when she first saw us.

“Let me show you why I will get away with this.” Katherine says as she grabs her laptop. It only takes her a couple seconds before her gaze rises off the computer and land squarely back on Samantha and I.

“Why is the internet not working?” Katherine snaps angrily as her eyes bores down on us. My mind is reeling as I try to come up with some reason in which this won’t end badly. When I had set up the new wireless network I had no way of knowing what was going happen.

“Were you going to ground me Greg for coming home late? No more internet perhaps? You weren’t going to even give me the chance to explain were you?” Katherine angrily spouts as her eyes begin to narrow in on me while not even giving me the respect of calling me her father.

“No, no of course not honey. I was just setting up a new wireless network to keep the neighbors off our internet and I hadn’t gotten to your computer yet.” I quite proudly state at what I think is a quite convincing lie which brings me back to when I was a teenager and lying to my parents to get out of things. Oh god, is this what my life has come too? Lying to my teenage daughter to avoid being punished by her?

“How were Mister and Misses Hutchins getting on our WIRED internet connection dad?” Katherine says while cocking her eyebrow and a smirk spreading across her face. I being to back pedal but before I can even get into covering my tracks I’m cut off.

“I think you had decided to take away my internet for coming home past curfew, weren’t you? I think I will show you the same courtesy that you were showing me. Guilty till proven innocent before the judge who oh look, is ME NOW.” laughs Katherine who leans back in her chair before standing up.

“Samantha, for your transgressions against me you can just stay there.” Coldly states Katherine as the corners of her mouth show a slight smirk. I fear for Samantha as Katherine lowers face so that she is even with the bars of the cage.  I don’t know if it was because I was so focused on her face, or if Katherine was just that fast but her hand appeared beside like it came out of thin air. I had no chance to react as her finger coiled back and with the force a Mike Tyson punch in all his glory her index finger exploded against my body. The air didn’t lurch, or run out of me, it careened out of me like a missile shot from a plane. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fell over onto my back.

“GREG, Baby” Samantha screamed horrifically as I fell. My head slammed roughly against the desk. I could barely hear Samantha’s voice now.

“Shut your mouth, mom. You shut it” Katherine yelled before a growling like sound erupted from her. I could only watch as I rolled in pain trying to maintain consciousness as a thick wad of spit slammed against Samantha’s face. The force was enough to knock her back but leather straps held her in place. Katherine’s eyes were focused solely on Samantha as the thick wad of spit slid down her face.

                As the spit oozed down she struggled to breathe. The thick wad of spit had so completely engulfed her face that it was covering her mouth and nose as if it were a sheet.  Small bubbles would form as Samantha tried to blow through the thick slimy saliva that coated her face.  She relentlessly assaulted the leather strap which held her wrists together as she knew if she could just free one hand this thick wad of spit could be wiped from her face. At the very least wiped enough to allow air through. However the bonds were much too tight. Samantha blew against the wad of spit as it slid down her nude body, the spit now slid over her bare breasts.

                The saliva had finally thinned enough to where when Samantha blew with all her might against the wall of saliva a bubble formed that finally popped creating  enough of a gap where she could suck in some air. However, the small hole in the wall of saliva was there for a but a second or two at the most before more saliva had slid over it resealing the hole.

                “That’s right fight for your life, struggle against your bonds, and use the bubbles in my saliva for air MOM.  As you struggle not to drown on my spit I want you to think about all the times you grounded me, how you supported dad as he forced me to comply with your totalitarian rules.” Katherine said as she spat on her mother once again before her turning her attention back towards me.

                “Please, Katherine stop this.” I plead not sure what else to do.  I can’t save my wife and there is no one around who is big enough who will draw any kind of respect from Katherine.

                “Maybe you should worry about yourself Greg. Remember how you made me mow the lawn this week. It was like a hundred degrees but if I wanted to go out with my friends last night I just had to mow that lawn. Well the Jensen’s dog got into our yard again and I unknowingly I stepped on a pile of dog shit. I hosed off my shoes but water just can’t quite do the job sometimes.” Laughs Katherine as her fingers curl around me. The cool flesh of my daughters hand feels amazing against my battered body. I can feel my body temperature drop a bit. Unlike the shoe she had me trapped in, her hand smells like bliss from the tropical scented lotion she uses.

                Katherine drops me the middle of the floor. I look at the open door but it might as well be a hundred miles away and even if I could run and escape I couldn’t just leave Samantha. She would be punished severely if I did such a thing.

                The ground begun to shake as Katherine’s feet slapped against the floor as she returned with some white and pink reebok sneakers. She dropped one down right beside me.  I gulped a bit as I remembered being trapped inside a similar sized shoe not very long ago. Grass stains cover the sides of the shoe as Katherine kicks it over with her toe.

                “See that shit trapped between the treads of my shoe. You’re going to clean all that crap and whatever else is caught up in there and not speck of it better hit my floor. You do know how that drives Mother up the wall and I’d hate to have to punish you for breaking your own rules.” Sarcastically quips Katherine as she lords my own rule over me.

                “How am I supposed to clean this out without getting anything on the floor? I’m going to need something to put it on.” I shout up to her in frustration as I look at the massive underside of this shoe. This could take hours.

                “You managed to set up a wireless network by yourself, I’m sure you can figure out this little conundrum” Katherine says with a laugh as she kneels down grabbing the pink lace that unties itself as she pulls it towards me. She takes her free hand knocks me against the shoelace, and then wrapped it around my waist like a belt a few times before knotting it.  I tug against the knot futilely but the shoelace covers a good portion of my waist and chest. The knot is so taught I could never hope to get it undone.

                “I expect you done when I get back. I have a little business to take care of.” Katherine says as she walks into her closet and comes out wearing some designer jeans and name brand shirt. She pulls her hair back into small ponytail before grabbing her purse and disappearing. I look at the underside of the shoe in disdain. She can’t possibly mean for me to quite literally eat that crap.  I look up at Samantha as I walk towards the shoe knowing I have little choice at the moment.

Chapter Ten

By

Invisible Ink

                 “This isn’t real, this isn’t real” kept replaying in my head. At that moment I had just watched my daughter and her friend just leave me on the bedroom floor tied to her god forsaken shoe. I screamed Katherine’s name like it was a swear word. I pulled at the pink knot tied around me but it was snugly fit.  I tried walking, hoping I could somehow drag the shoe as I moved but it was fruitless as I looked towards the slightly ajar door. It was cracked open enough for me to high tail it out of here.

                “Who am I kidding, even if this lace wasn’t tied around me I just couldn’t leave Samantha here, no Katherine has this round won.” I say to myself as I turn towards her overturned sneaker. I looked at the fecal matter pounded into the tread of the shoe. It looked as if Katherine had hosed off the bottom of the shoe but it couldn’t have done too much good based off how it looks.

                The feces is pounded in deep and now dried in almost as if its apart of the shoe itself. I glance around at how exactly I am going to do this. I know Katherine’s intentions are for me to have to eat this feces but there is no way I’m eating anybody or anything’s waste.

                “Think, Greg, think” I say to myself as I scan the cluttered floor of my daughter bedroom.  Clothes, shoes, cds, magazines, you name it all kinds of crap that Samantha and I have been harping on her to clean up for months and now most definitely won’t be picked up anytime soon. My eyes finally land on a half ripped piece of notebook paper. I can just make out half a heart that says lia plus erine.

                “I don’t remember Katherine talking about any sort of boyfriend.” I mumble as I drag the paper over near the shoe and work my arm into the tread of her shoe. My arm slides perfectly through the grooves of her shoe as the feces falls onto the paper.

                I had finished the shoe some time ago but Katherine hadn’t returned. Even though the blinds are closed tightly a few shards of light from the street lamps shine against the wall telling me it’s quite late.  I slink back down onto the ground and wait knowing that Katherine surely won’t make it home by curfew tonight.

                I awoke to the heavy footfalls of Katherine followed by the door swinging open I look up to see Katherine partially shrouded in darkness for but a moment before she flips on the lights. My vision blurs slightly as my eyes readjust to the now painfully bright room. My eyes lock onto the blatantly inappropriate shorts.

                Katherine has on a some very low cut jean shorts, these are cut so low that the pockets hang down beneath the frayed denim line of the jeans. A tight form fitting pink shirt with a white skull and crossbones hug her chest as her sandal clad feet annoyingly slap against the floor.

                Katherine looks down at me briefly before pulling me from her shoelace with ease, not even bothering to check on my handy work. Almost immediately everything is in motion, the cool flesh of my daughter’s hand envelopes me as she walks towards her bathroom. I can feel myself rising higher and higher so that I am suspended before her face. The smell of rum washes over me. It causes my nose to crinkle as she smirks down at me.

                “What’s the matter? Don’t like me breathe?” Katherine mocks as she pushes her bathroom door open and heads for the sink. I cringe as her hand starts to tilt.

                “No, Katherine, No!!” I scream as I roll down the side of the sink crashing onto the slightly elevated drain, crusted on mint green toothpaste blotches line the sink in various patterns all centralizing in the bottom of the sink. Just last week I was scolding her about this bathroom. Towels all over the floor, toothpaste not washed out of the sink, hair lying in the bottom of the shower drain. She of course hadn’t bothered to clean the bathroom floor or toilet. It was a regular pig sty.

                “Get me out of here! This is gone on long enough. You won’t get away with this Katherine.” I shout knowing at some point a bigger adult has to come by. It’s not as if the whole world has shrunk.

                Katherine smiles devilishly not even bothering to respond, I gulp as she reaches past the sink and grasps her toothbrush. I desperately start to climb the walls of the sink but my size mixed with the angle of ascent of the sink make its near impossible. I make it up an inch or so only to slide back down the basin. 

                “Oh thank god” As Katherine reaches towards the sink with her free hand as she begins to brush her teeth only instead of reaching all the way into the sink she stops at the spigot. She pulls the handle out and twists slightly towards the hot.

                “ARRGGGHHHHHH” I scream out in pain as a torrent of scalding hot water shoots into the sink. Unsure of if it’s my size, or the water is just really that hot, however it practically burned as it touched my skin. I struggled in vain to scamper of the side of the sink before falling into a small pool of hot water.

                I tread water for dear life as the hot water continued to shoot into the sink faster than it could drain out. I look upwards at Katherine who cocks her head back slightly before sending a massive wad of mint toothpaste and spit towards the sink. I try to wade out of the way but the water is now nearly to my chest preventing any swift movement.

                “NOOOO” I manage to squeak out as Katherine turned off the water. I drop to my knees thankful for the reprieve as I drop to floor of the crusty sink. 

                “Thank” is all I get out before the toothpaste slams against me knocking me end over end my head slamming against drain. I wipe the warm concoction of saliva and toothpaste from my face just in time for another round to explode against my chest splashing up and into my eyes. I begin to try to wipe the toothpaste from my eyes only to see my hands covered in the gooey substance.

                “You’re grounded for life if I get out of here!” I snap up at her as a Grinch like grin erupts on her face as her lips puckered slightly as another volley of toothpaste headed straight towards me. I tried to move out of the way but as I try to stand up I slip back down into the puddle of toothpaste. The puddle splashes covering my limbs and chest as her the newest wave of toothpaste hits me squarely in the face.

                This causes gallons upon gallons of toothpaste to careen down my throat as my I hack up toothpaste only for more to pour down my throat. Shot after shot of toothpaste slams against my body. I look from left to right in vain for a way out. Rivers of toothpaste ooze down the sink towards me slowly as I thankfully hear the clank of the toothbrush into the cup.

                “Of course she wouldn’t rinse it off. I mean why would she do something we have only told her to a million times.” I curse to myself as I gleefully await the water to wash this crud off of me only it never comes. I watch in horror as Katherine reaches towards the bathroom light and flicks it off before closing her bathroom door.

                “Katherine, KATHERINE, KAAATTHHERRRIIIINNNEEE!!!” I scream unable to believe she just left me here in a pool of her toothpaste.  As I move to stand up I realize one frightening detail my legs and arms don’t seem to respond.

                I was horrified at this point. I don’t know any other way to say it other than that. I was quite literally forced to lie there as my daughters spit and toothpaste hardened around me sealing me into the side of her sink. I was entombed in crest without any hope of escape.

Chapter Eleven

By

Invisible Ink

                My limbs cried out in pain as I dangled from Katherine’s old hamster cage. My body ached as I was forced to face my own futility. I had tried everything to free myself from these leather bonds but there was only one person who could free me from this hell.

                I watched her slink back into the room from her bathroom, I saw her go in with Greg but I don’t see him now. Flashes of her flushing him down the toilet assault my mind but I push those out. So far Katherine hasn’t done anything that would directly kill us.

                She crouched down in front of the cage with a smile as she blew her hair out of her face and her hand reached into the cage.  The cool hand of Katherine wrapped around me like a vice. As she untied the leather straps which held me I crumpled into her hand like paper. I was fearful yet it somehow felt comforting as I was plucked out of the cage which had held me captive for so long. 

                “What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to order me around like you use always do? You have ran my life for years.” Katherine snapped as she walked across her now expansive looking bedroom.  

                As her eyes washed over my body which was held snugly in her grip my mind was reeling with a way to answer this. I know how I wanted to answer this but that wouldn’t be the wisest of things to say or do when your daughter literally held your life in her hands.

                “I thought I was doing what was best for your honey. You have to know that. I love you so much.” I meekly say in hopes of ingratiating myself to her. As perhaps she would tell me where exactly Greg is.

                “Do you remember when I asked you if I could borrow the car, as I wanted to take a road trip with some of my friends last month?” Katherine said. However, as she said this my face went ghost white. I remembered the conversation all too well. Katherine had of coursed promised her friends she could get the car. I hadn’t even met some of the friends she was talking about.  I did what any parent would have done in that situation. I wasn’t about to let my daughter bully me into something I knew wasn’t right.

                I told her “Of course I would let my teenage daughter hit the road with her friends for a weekend with the car and credit card.” I said this with as much sarcasm as I could without laughing at the absolutely absurd request. This of course  didn’t sit well with Katherine who took this as another example of our parental oppression against her.  She just blew up at this point. I hadn’t seen her this mad in years. If I had known how serious she was about this I wouldn’t have been so sarcastic about the whole thing.

                I then nervously turned my head up shaking slightly as Katherine’s grip tightened ever so slightly around me. I nod my head while trying to put some color back into my face. I was absolutely fearful at this point. I knew that if she was still upset about the car no one in this house would be safe from her wraith which is now unchecked.

                “Good, do you remember what I yelled back at you mommy dearest.” Katherine asked. I knew she was going to make me repeat myself. She wanted the full weight of my actions to hit me.

                “Go to hell.” I said trying to avoid having to say it.

                “Riiigght, but this was after that.” Smugly says Katherine as she sits down on her unmade bed.

                “Kiss my ass; I’m taking the car anyway. You will rue the day if you stop me. Expletive, expletive, expletive.”

                “That sounds about right, but I had a bit more fury behind my words. However now you’re going to do just that.  As this must be god’s way of punishing you for your years of making the Third Reich come off as the girl scouts.” Katherine scolds as she kicks off her inappropriately short jean shorts and stretches out on her bed before dropping me onto the small of her back.

                “That’s right mom, now literally, kiss my ass!” Katherine says with great emphasis on the last three words. I cringe as I look towards my daughter’s bare bottom.

                “Y…You can’t be serious? Please…Don’t do this Katherine.” I scream out as I fight back the tears and try to hide the desperation in my voice.

                “Its odd how your yap keeps moving, yet I don’t feel those tiny lips doing any work.” Katherine bellows as I watched her a bit in awe as she stretched her legs down the length of her unmade bed. I crawl across her towards the middle of her butt cheek before dropping to my knees. I close my eyes and count ten hoping that when I open them that this nightmare would be over and I was just dreaming. However as my eyes flicker back open the horrifying reality that is etched even firmer into my mind.

                “Please….Katherine….” I squeak out as I lower my head towards her cheek. I press my lips firmly against her bottom as I hear her cruelly laugh.

                “Not such a big shot now! Are you, ARE YOU!!” Katherine shouts

                “No, I’m sorry. Please Katherine.” I cry out no longer able to keep myself composed as I look up at the landscape unfolded before me dominated by daughter.

                “I don’t remember telling you to stop you little bitch. It’s about time you’re treated for what you are.” Katherine snidely says as she reached down to the floor picking up a magazine.

                “Katherine….” My voice cried out, but it was only a whisper as my lips pressed back down against her cool skin. I tried not to think about it, my mind trying to come up with a way this could be worse.

                “Hey” A foreign voice said as it filled the room. It’s definitely feminine but has a deeper husky tone to it like that of Scarlett Johansson or Miley Cyrus.  Unlike Katherine’s the footsteps are much lighter and softer however as they get closer they are still quite audible to me.  I position myself in such a way where I can see the door slightly while still continuing this humiliating task when a girl about the same age as Katherine, but one I have not met enters the room. My first thought was a burglar but Katherine seems so casual about it like she knew this girl was here. My mind wandered to where she could have come from and what she is doing in my house at this hour.  

                 The girl is much taller than Katherine and by the looks of her has a more defined body, like an athlete would have. I gulp slightly as her powerfully toned legs propel her closer. She seems unfazed by the half-dressed state of my daughter which worries me.

                “Katherine put some clothes on, a guest is here.” I say instinctively as I fall into mother mode with ease.

                The girl swivels her head to and fro, the dual braids of her hair slice through the air creating a swish like sound as her eyes finally fall onto me. An all too eerie all-knowing expression covers her face as head turned towards my daughter. The girls short black skirt and provocative top is all I can see her as shadow engulfs everything.

                “You know, she likes a little slap like this.” The girl says as her hand seemingly filled the sky as my eyes bulge out and focus squarely on outstretched palm. I hear the slap of her hand against Katherine’s bare bottom just a nanosecond before I’m pressed into flesh of my daughter’s bottom. I try to flail my arms or push myself away but Katherine’s butt cheek seems to mold around me as I sink deeper into her flesh.  My oxygen runs out all too quickly as I now try to flail my arms even more as panic fills my mind. The girls hand was only on me for but a second but it seemed like hours upon hours. As her hand pulled away I felt her power over me dissipate until I could roll over onto my back. I sucked in mouthfuls of air as I stare up at face of the young woman staring down at me.

                “Hey Mrs Hendricks! I’m Katherine’s…”

                “Talia!” Katherine cuts in giving her a shut up expression.

                “She’s gonna find out eventually and why hide it now. Even if she does disapprove what is she going to do about it?” The girl’s braids sweep down next to me knocking me back down onto my back. I look up at the flawless face of Talia as her lips press against my chest as I’m pressed into Katherine’s bottom. I squirm and try to pull myself out from underneath her lips but it feels as if im being pulled into this girls mouth. As she pulled away from Katherine’s bottom I was lifted away with her for a few inches before the suction broke and I fell back onto Katherine’s bottom.

                As I landed I rolled toward the butt crack. I pictured myself being sucked in and never heard from again. I swear I heard her butt groan as it anticipated me landing in it. However Talia’s hand swept over me lifting me away as Katherine rolls over onto her back and pulled off her pink shirt.

                “Talia put me down! What’s going on here! Explain yourselves.” I managed to get out having somehow recomposed myself or maybe I was too shocked to realize what was happening. However either way I came off quite authoritative as it gave the girls pause for a moment.

                Talia who had stripped down seemingly in the second my head was turned towards Katherine had climbed onto the bed which squeaked as her knees sunk into the bed as they landed on either side of Katherine’s waist. I gulped as I looked up at Talia’s toned abs which formed a well-defined 4 pack as I slid from Talia’s hand landing onto Katherine’s smooth stomach.

                I rolled end over end several times before I came to rest looking straight up miles upon miles of the bare flesh of my daughter. A dark shadow hung over everything as the bare toned body of Talia glided over me a black and white Adidas sports bra hugging her breasts on an otherwise nude body. I looked on in disgust as their lips met and the sounds of intimate kissing radiated throughout the room. I wanted to turn away, I wanted to look another direction but I was mesmerized by the sight in front of me. These two beings seemingly larger than life itself were gyrating beneath and above me.

                Talia pushed her muscular stomach down on top of me. I let out a shriek just as her body flattened mine. I sunk into Katherine’s as my body seemingly assimilated itself against the two girls. As their bodies pumped harmoniously up and down I was rolled like a ball of dough along a cupboard.  Any cry for help that escaped from me was seemingly lost into a void as only their kissing enveloped the room.

                My body was aching as I rolled up their bodies till I was just in front of Katherine’s bare breasts. I reached out for them hoping somehow my hands would snag a hold of something but all I felt was the bare flesh as Talia’s body start to slide downwards causing me to slink back down the length of their bodies as if I was a wave crashing up against the beach and then rolling back with the tide.

                This went on for several minutes but it seemed like decades. Moments in which I could breathe were sporadic at best. If I missed a chance to take a breath of air when it was given to me I very well could have a succumbed to death itself. Although I had started to get some semblance of the pattern that this lovemaking was undertaking. It was in some ways very much like the old adage says; a song. It was to a beat and I began to understand when Talia’s body arched up. The suction of their bodies separating caused me to press up against Talia’s rising chest and stomach till I was what appeared to be several feet in the air.

                “HEEELLLPP!” I cried out but my voice fell on deaf ears as Talia sat up on my daughter’s chest. The two seemed oblivious to my existence. My hands scraped against Talia’s body as I looked down at the death defying fall I was being faced with when my hands snagged a lose strand of thread on her sports bra. It was like a mighty rope used to anchor a boat to me.  It most likely saved my life. My hands lurched onto it. My grip was that of a kung fu master as I squeezed it for all my life was worth.

                I slapped against Talia’s body several times as she sat up straight, I could hear her blow the hair out of her face before she crouched down lower, her arms now resting on the bed as well. Her body arched down at angle where I was able to let go and drop down onto Katherine’s body. I knew I wanted to stay in contact with her as the idea of being with this unknown sexual predator who was raping my daughter was not where I wanted to be.

                “Get off my daughter!” I shouted up at Talia defiantly. this must have somehow caught her attention. I don’t know how she heard this and not anything else that I had said prior but she looked downward at me and lowered her face so that it was mere inches from my body. She puckered her lips and blew gale force winds against me. I blew over landing in a crumpled heap against Katherine’s breasts. 

                I was breathing heavily, trying to suck in as much air as I could at this point when Talia’s tongue washed over me as her wet saliva coated me completely as she ran her tongue up Katherine’s body.  As Talia looked down at me briefly a smirk came across her face just moments before her tongue rolled back over me. I punched and kicked at her tongue but even that muscle was something else completely in the strength category compared to me.

                Talia then pressed her tongue firmly against me as she begun to knead me into Katherine’s bosom. I could hear Katherine moan in pleasure as Talia worked me over Katherine’s bare breasts. This went on for untold minutes before her tongue pulled away. The two girls were breathing heavily as I felt Katherine’s smooth hands curl around me. Katherine held me firmly in her left hand while pushing Talia onto bed with her right.

                “Katherine no! I raised you better than this!” I cried out unable to believe not only was my daughter a lesbian, but I never  knew about it and now was being used as some kind of mental punishment against me.

                “Don’t worry mom, it’s not as if I don’t like a little cock every now and then or that I don’t find some boys attractive. I just love who I love and you’re no longer in any position to stand in the way of that.” Katherine matter of factly stated. I was completely taken aback. It’s not exactly a family secret that I despise same sex couples but it was quite the jab for my own daughter to withhold this from  me as if I would have loved her less because of this and now I wonder if there is anything I can say or do to make her believe that while I disapprove of the relationship I respect her right to have it.

                Katherine’s grip on me started to wane as her fingers stretched out leaving me lying flatly on the palm of her hand. The hulking frame of my nude daughter still uncomfortably close as she stroked me with her finger briefly before dropping me on Talia’s stomach; As Katherine clambered on top of her while carelessly pulling off Talia’s sports bra and dropping it to the floor.

                I couldn’t help but notice that seemingly every inch of Talia’s body is toned enough for clear definition but not overly muscular so that she would lose any of her feminine curves. Her breasts clearly are a size smaller I’d guess in the low b range however even her smallish breasts look overpoweringly daunting to me.

                “Enjoy the show Mom” Katherine quips as I her mouth  swings down engulfing me completely.  The pearly white teeth of Katherine look like sharp knives jutting out as her lips wrap around the top half of my body.  I want to scream as everything around me looks like something out of a horror movie. Saliva drips down from the roof of Katherine’s mouth as her tongue moved  beneath me and pressed me firmly against the roof of her mouth a few times almost as if it was some kind of show of power. I screamed as her tongue pressed against me as her razor sharp teeth begun to dig into my back.  I let out a panic stricken scream which fills Katherine’s mouth however as I do so her warm alcohol coated breath washes over me. In mid scream I began to hack and cough. I could feel myself getting drunk just from breathing it in.

                “This can’t get any worse.” I cy to myself unable to think of a possible way for this to be any worse than it is right now.  Half my body engulfed in my daughter’s mouth, her drunken breath washing over me as her tongue treats me like a lifesaver.  However, while the statement at the time wasn’t meant as challenge, nor was there any way for Katherine to hear it, her next action seemed to come almost as if it were a response to my thoughts and statement.

                I felt the lower half of my body land atop Talia’s bare breast as tears and saliva ran down my body. Katherine’s tongue swirled around Talia’s breast and my body a few times before Katherine’s lip began to pucker and she lifted me up briefly before opening her mouth again causing me to slide back down onto Talia’s breast. This time Katherine pressed her mouth down lower onto Talia’s breast.  My eyes bugged out as horror dripped from me like water from faucet.  It was as if my daughter was deep throating me as she begun to kiss and lick Talia’s nipple. As she did this she used her tongue and lips to pump my body like a piston. I was rising and lowering in her mouth, my body was so slick from the saliva coating I easily slid against Katherine’s lips.

                This time as I slid down everything was different my legs straddled Talia’s breast as her nipple penetrated me.  My eyes bulged out in a combination of shock and pleasure. I yelled for them to stop but they were lost to their primal urges.  Katherine continued to pump me in and out of her mouth scaring me each time as I seemed to go deeper and deeper into her throat. The thought of her gagging on me and her teeth tearing me in half filled my mind as Talia’s nipple ravaged me like an oversized dildo. It filled me completely while the constant pumping from Katherine’s kissing was so furiously I came several times before Katherine tilted her head up. My own cum rand down my legs as I was thankful for this to be over but instead of being released I felt Talia’s other breast briefly. I tried to clench my legs all too aware now of what could happen but Talia’s legs spread my legs apart like a knife. I could hear their bodies slamming and rubbing up against each other’s as Talia’s nipple buried itself deep inside of me.

                I didn’t realize it then buy the muscles from my own womanhood clenched against Talia’s nipples was only increasing her sexual pleasure.  Katherine moaned in complete ecstasy which nearly deafened me as all i could hear after that was mostly ringing in my ears.  Everything felt like my life was going to end at this moment as I came on Talia’s nipple for the seemingly umpteenth time. This time when Katherine’s mouth slid away from me the girls cried out in pleasure. 

                I collapsed atop Talia’s breast breathing heavily. As she moved a bit to get herself more comfortable it was enough for me to slide down her breast and end up wedged a bit between her bosom. I clawed and pulled trying to free myself but I was too weak.  The sound of the two girls chatting filled the room. I was too tired and exhausted to focus.

                As they continued to talk Talia’s hand enveloped me. I was relieved to be free of her breasts, but instead of being shifted back to my daughter Talia’s hand descended lower and lower until I slid between her legs. I was looking quite literally at her gigantic teenage cunt. Everything smelled of sex as cum leaked out. I could only cry out for help as Talia smashed me against her vagina only not how I expected. Images of her using me like some kind of human dildo were what flashed to my mind but she rubbed me across her vagina several times and along the region of her thighs which were near her vagina. She was using me like some kind of wash rag.

                “STOOOP” I cried out as what seemed like gallons upon gallons of her cum coated my body and hair. I smelled of sex as she finally pulled me away satisfied that she was clean enough.

                “I think it’s time the kids go to bed” Katherine says devilishly as planted her lips on Talia’s which resulted in several minutes of making out. Talia grasped at her sock pulling it free from her foot as she pushed Katherine off of her.

                “Just a second babe.” Talia says breathing heavily as her eyes fall down onto me. A look filled with disapproval hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t know exactly what Katherine had told her about me but whatever she has heard was the Katherine filtered version, which I’m sure didn’t paint me in the best of light.

                Talia holds up her black Nike sock beside me, just long enough to make me apparent of how much larger it was then me.  I cringe as she opens up the mouth of the sock and drops me in the damp sock. All too quickly I slid down to the end of the sock as Talia’s crawls across the bed. I watch through tiny holes in the cotton sock as she ties it around the bed post giving it a final tug to make sure it wouldn’t come loose.

                “Enjoy your new bed you intolerant bigoted bitch!” Talia spat out before crawling back up the bed. As the bed springs began to squeak the sock swung back and forth as I cried into the sock.  It smelled of old sweat like she had done some physical work or training which really made her sweat then it had dried and then she did something else which rekindled it.

                I was left unable to do anything but breathe in the putrid smell as my cum soaked body began to dry to the inside of Talia’s sock. I cried as I listened to my daughter and her lover go at it for quite some time before Talia got up. I figured this meant I would finally get free of this hellish prison but she merely turned off the lights before crawling back into bed with Katherine. The room now completely encased in darkness. I could do nothing but hope for this nightmare to be over and if it was, my wraith would be unbridled.

Chapter Twelve

By

Invisible Ink

That was the longest night of my life. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. The more I thought about everything the more I cried. The darkness slunk over the room, giving it a whole new look.  The ground which merely looked cluttered before was now littered with jagged peaks sticking up into the air.  As my eyes traced back over towards the bed my vision was filled with Katherine, her arms were wrapped around Talia’s waist as she slept. She had her body cuddled against Talia’s. I could remember myself doing that to Greg countless times over the years and now here I am watching my teenage daughter do it with a lover who I didn’t even know existed just hours earlier.

The night drew on, when my stomach’s rumblings weren’t keeping me up, one of the girls moving was. Not only would this cause the bed springs to squeak, it would jostle the entire bed enough to the point when the sock I was trapped in would sway back and forth. Making matters worse, Talia’s cum had dried against my skin and hair. My hair was a hardened mess as I found my body glued to the fabric of the Sock. I would try to pull my arm away but the fabric of the sock clung to me as if it had assimilated itself to me, but I knew that wasn’t it. My body now clung to it like a parasite. I was like those tiny creatures that attached themselves to whales.

I wanted to scream. However, my mouth had hardened shut. I tried to flail my limbs, hoping I could break something free but my body remained motionless outside of a gentle rocking motion which came from Katherine turning over. My mind was enraged. I was violently thrashing and yelling in my head. Anger oozed out of me as I looked at the two giants before me. I wanted nothing more than to be back to my normal size. I would gladly spend the rest of my life like this, for just five minutes back at my old size. I would wring there little necks. They wouldn’t even know what hit them. If Katherine thought she had seen my mad before, she was wrong. She hadn’t seen anything like how I feel right now.

Morning came late, as I expected it would. If Katherine doesn’t have someone to wake her up she will sleep all day. I often teased Greg when he said Katherine didn’t apply herself at anything; I would tell him that he was wrong.  She found ways to do as little as possible better than anyone I had met. 

It was while I was thinking that very thought that I heard Katherine stir and then moments later Talia rolled over. They both looked quite happy. I could do nothing but look on as they kissed each other good morning before Katherine sat up and Talia rolled out of the bed.  As Talia stood up she stretched her arms into the air. This causes her butt to brush up against the sock she had trapped me in. I swayed back and forth wildly before the sock slammed against the bed post. Talia didn’t even seem to notice while Katherine yawned as she strolled by not even bothering to look in my direction. I frantically tried to call out to her, but it was as if I was the furthest thing from her mind.

“So do you still have to work today?” Katherine asked still half asleep.

“Yeah, people still gotta eat ya know. Plus I need the cash as I’m sure the bills won’t stop coming.” Talia said as I was forced to watch her search out where she had threw her bra and panties. After what felt like several minutes of scanning I finally saw her come across her bra. I was relieved for a change that neither of them seemed interested in me, yet upset that I’m still stuck in here. As Talia merely slipped the sports bra on unceremoniously, I had envisioned her doing a whole song and dance for me.

“I suppose, so have you given any more thought to what we talked about last night? I mean, it’s been a year and a half. This is a natural step for us, especially now with the big hurdle out of the way.” Katherine said as she sat down on her computer chair turning her laptop on.  I watched her try to pull up the internet only for it to be blocked. Katherine cursed as I saw her eyes flash in what I thought would be my direction but instead she looked at her still shut bathroom door.

“Well I mean I suppose I could, especially if you are going to go ahead and get emancipated.” Talia flatly said as I finally saw her give up and walk over to Katherine’s dresser and pull out some panties.  However the words Talia so flatly spoke stung me deep. Emancipated, would Katherine really do that? Just what was this girl filling my daughters head with? Katherine would have never even considered this on her own and now…. I just couldn’t hold it together any longer and I burst into tears.

“This internet situation is getting fixed now.” Katherine declared standing up and marching towards the bathroom. I wondered where she had put Greg in there, but the more I thought about it the less I wanted to know.

“I’m gonna head out, but I will see you after work Kath!” Talia said as she disappeared into Katherine’s closet before out coming out in some black sweatpants with a matching black and white Adidas hoodie.  I cringed as Talia sat down on the bed once again causing the sock to bang my body into the bed post. She pulled her right sock onto her foot before her eyes fell onto the sock.  I gulped as I felt the sock sashay as Talia untied it from the bedpost.

“Thank the maker.” I thought briefly as Talia untied the sock only instead of freeing me, she dropped the sock to floor. The impact dislodged my body as I rolled to the middle of the sock. I breathed a sigh of relief as I started to run my hand over my arm causing some of the dried cum to flake off my skin.  I was watching the cum flake off of me when the sock lurched forward and I fell onto my butt.

“No, Talia! I’m still in here!!!” I tried to scream but my mouth was still dried shut. My eyes bulged to the size of baseballs as her gargantuan foot ate up real estate faster than I could think as it plunged towards me.

As Talia stood up from the bed the entire weight of the world seemed to be pressing down on my body.  I felt like it was going to squish like a grape against her foot. This was truly hell.  If I had been asked just a few days ago what I pictured hell to be like. I wouldn’t have been able to think up something like this. The musty funky sock is being pressed against my face and body with Talia’s unwashed foot bearing down on my back, all the while my body covered in the cum of her lesbian lover.  

Luckily Talia barely took a step before she pulled her foot off the floor, and looked at the bottom of her foot. A smile creped across her face as she looked down at me plastered against her foot and pressed into her sock.

“Mrs. Hendricks, what are you doing down there? What’s that? You want to spend the day with me? I’m sure I can arrange that.” Talia said with a smirk that now spread ear to ear.

I was screaming bloody murder as her voice boomed around me as if I was at a rock concert but I couldn’t seem to get through to her or she just didn’t care. I was completely debilitated as I lay sprawled out on her foot as Talia’s finger’s grasped me on either side pressing her rank cotton against me further.  The cum continued to flake off of me as she drug my body across the sole of her sandpaper like foot. Rough, dry and cracking, her foot was only bearable in the respect that it was clearing some of the cum off my body. As I reached her toes she twisted my body that was lying horizontal before she wedged me into the space between her toes and foot.

“Talia, please don’t do this” I cried out.

“You speak when spoken to Mrs. Hendricks. You’re nothing but a little bitch now. It’s time you learn some respect for your betters.” Talia Spat down as I watched her foot slam back down onto the floor. I screamed as I looked up at the now massive form of Talia from between her toes. It was surreal as her body seemed so endless. I couldn’t even see her face as this point as her body blocked out my view. My head was wedged between her big toe and the one next to it. As Talia put the full weight of her body down on her foot the realization of what she had done to me sunk into me. She had created a safe cocoon for my body to exist in.  As her monstrous weight rippled across her foot I would surely be pounded to death under her heel, but here I was safe from death.

I didn’t know if I I was coming or going as Talia’s foot lifted up from the floor. A sea of colors flew by. I knew it was simply the mish mash of clothes Katherine has strewn about her room, but I was now looking at it all through the miniscule holes which make up Talia’s sock.  They seemed to fly by as Talia’ lifted her foot which was to me a hundred or so feet into the air, before her foot lowered to the ground as if it were a meteor crashing into earth. As her foot assaulted the floor I was encased in darkness. The weight of her foot bore down on me more and more. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else under foot as I would surely die.

As Talia finally reached the bathroom, I prayed this hellish nightmare would end; only it was getting worse and worse by the second. The voice of Talia and Katherine were muffled because of my location. It was awkward to try to make out the conversation. I could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation.  When I saw Talia lean in and Kiss my daughter I knew my fate was sealed.

“Katherine! No!” I yelled but my voice was probably inaudible to her from this vantage point. As moments later, Talia spun on her heel we were back in motion. A feeling of vertigo begun to overcome me as I we would rise and lower at such rapid paces that if I had eaten anything it would have surely came up at this point; As Talia bounds down the stairs each step like a body punch from Frazier or Ali. My head careened into her toe flesh knocking me senseless. The air spewed out of my lungs as her toes pressed me into the floor with seemingly every step down the stairs.  My face was beat red as scratched and clawed against her toes.  As she reached the front door I was already praying for death. I couldn’t take much more of this. I just wanted to die, but I knew with how Talia had me placed I wouldn’t be so lucky.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself Mrs. Hendricks. That was just about two minutes into your day. While you’re down there feel free get between those toes real good. You never know what could happen, you scratch my back, I scratch your back. It looks like you need a friend, and well that can be me….or it could be Katherine.” Talia bellowed. I couldn’t believe my ears, but in an instant I felt myself rise up, as she tilted her foot I could see some worn converse skate style shoes.

“Talia please don’t do this” I tried to scream out but there was no care in her eyes as her foot and me were shoved into total darkness. Seconds later we were back in motion and I was faced with a new kind of hell as I heard my front door shut.

Chapter 13

By

Invisible Ink

                I couldn’t see anything. The bathroom door was shut tightly, and the room itself contains no windows leaving a slightly musty smell from the hot air which was left trapped in here after her last shower.  I yelled and yelled for quite some time as I held onto some vein belief that Katherine would come to her senses, that this was a mistake that perhaps even some family member or friend would come bursting through the door. It was all a false hope though, just like a young boy hoping superman will swoop into save him from the bully picking on him, or that Santa Claus really exists. I finally gave up deciding to save my voice for when it could be of some use.

                The toothpaste had now completely dried against my skin. I desperately wanted to scratch at my body as the toothpaste crusted on irritating my skin to no end however its bonds held me tightly to the slanted porcelain walls. Time ticked by painfully slow. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t help but think about where Samantha was, what she was doing if she was okay. I tried desperately to hear something, anything that would give me a clue but I could hear nothing from the room on the other side of the door. I cursed at my insistence of solid oak doors in all the rooms and paying for the extra insulation. As all of that now played against me as it blocked out the sounds I desperately wanted to hear.

                When the bathroom door finally came open and bright lights from the afternoon sun clawed its way into the room I rejoiced doing somersaults in my head. As Katherine heavy footfalls echoed into the room I could only watch as she slowly came into my view.  My stomach clenched tighter and tighter as a smirk sprawled out across her face as she looked down at me with a superior gaze. 

                I tried to speak but only muffled unintelligible noises came out as I looked up at my daughter, her unkept hair spilled out over her shoulders as she rubbed some of the sleep from her eyes. My mind and body was repulsed her lack of modesty. I would have looked away if I could, but I found myself only able to look up at her with disappointment in my eyes. 

                “So Greg, what do you have to say for yourself?” Katherine coldly said down to me as her hands rested on either side of sink as she leaned over the sink causing my daughters chest to hang over me as if it were the sky. I felt my humanity trickle a bit more out of me as I hear my daughter speak my name. I was no longer dad or father to her. I was just Greg.  Just a day ago she would have never dreamed of addressing me in such a manner and now she says it as if it’s nothing at all.

                “You will speak to me when I address you, is that clear?” Katherine growls down at me with a hint of anger in her voice when I heard much softer footsteps coming this way. I screamed for all I was worth but only muffled cries managed to escape as my lips were still sealed tightly by the hardened crest toothpaste which still encrusted my body.

                “Hey Kath” A feminine voice called from the other room. The footfalls of the woman were much softer than Katherine’s as she entered the bathroom I saw a young woman who was much taller than my daughter. This girl was well toned, muscular and had the look of an athlete.  As she neared my daughter I could only watch in shock as Katherine turned her head and seconds later the two had locked lips.

                I stared up at the mammoth women, the locks of hair shrouding their faces as their lips press passionately against each other. The smacking of the lips rains down on me as droplets from a spring rain.  My muscles tighten as I press harder and harder against my dried bonds made of crest. Katherine’s name rings out in my head, however for all my rage, for all anger, I can do nothing but watch; My might undone by a mixture of paste and spit.

                “It looks as if you have your hands full here, so you don’t mind if your mother and I have a little girls day, do you?” Talia spoke as she pressed her lips back against my daughters, this time briefly before they broke. I watched her eyes trail downward for the first time. As her eyes landed on me I could feel my face redden as my embarrassment grew tenfold.

                “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware your father was here too. It’s a pleasure Mr. Hendricks, I’d shake your hand but you look in dispose. See you tonight Kath? My place?”

                “Sure! See ya” Katherine waves before turning her attention back towards me. I watch as she reaches beneath the sink and pulls out a bottle of Listerine the size of a small office building. In seemingly a second what looks to be gallons of the orange mouthwash disappears into her mouth. I watched horrified as Katherine swished the mouthwash from side to side in her mouth before puckering her lips.

                In an instant an avalanche of mouthwash splattered down on me. The strong alcoholic nature of the mouthwash burned as it ran over my eyes but it also ate away the crest with ease washing the hardened toothpaste off my body enough to the point where I could break free. I rolled away from what was my crest filled tomb, however the mouth wash rained down me for several seconds longer.

                My entire body was red and swollen while my eyes burned as I crawled towards the bottom of the sink. I just reached a large opening which took me a few minutes to realize I was looking down into the drain. A drain hole big enough for my body to disappear into without a trace, I gulp as I turn my head back towards Katherine who looks down at me.

                “It’s time you see things my way” She spits out with the glee of a school girl. The handle of the faucet is cranked wide open as I watch a torrent of water like I have never seen before approach me. I look back at the drain facing the grim reality of just how easily I could be swept down this drain.

                “Puh, puh-lease! Katherine, Honey” I spatter out as I look about for any way to avoid what certainly is going to be my death.

                “So we each have things we need. You need help avoiding being swept down my drain like a loose piece of food stuck between my teeth and I need a few logins, mainly the internet.”

                 I looked back at the drain and up and Katherine. The internet had been my trump card. I know she can’t exist without that thing. However, the idea of not existing at all is looking to be very real….

Chapter 14

By

Invisible Ink

                Talia’s foot was pressed into her shoe . I could feel the air grow hot and musty, like that of a bog as her foot surged further and further into her shoe.  I cried out in pain as the rancid cotton from her putrid sock slid into my mouth gagging me. My body sunk into her shoes insole, burying me in another layer of rank sweaty fibers as her foot settled in her shoe.

                “TALIA!!” I cried out, but my voice was completely muffled as tears slid down my face. This was preposterous, I thought, as Talia slid her other foot into her shoe. I was really going to end up trapped beneath the foot of my daughter’s girlfriend. The simple thought was so repulsive, that if it weren’t for the fact that I was living this hell, I would have shuddered in disbelief.  

                The foot of Talia settled on the ground allowing the ripe flesh of her foot to settle all around me. I pulled at the fabric fibers of her sock hoping to some drag myself to freedom, but I had been made completely immobilized by her foot. The more I struggled, the worse it seemed to get, as my squirming pushed more of the cotton sock into my mouth as I struggled for salvation.

                “You know Mrs. Hendricks, you should feel lucky that I have always liked to wear my shoes a little small. You don’t have to worry about sliding around.” Talia said to torment me as her foot lifted off the ground and entered the world outside of my home.

                As her foot lifted higher and higher off the ground, I could feel the rotten cotton sock fibers being forced further and further into my mouth. The fibers of the sock were so thick because of my reduced size that the fibers were enough to fill my mouth completely. My tongue shuddered, and tried to repel the grime laden cotton strands that filled my mouth, however the weight of Talia and her tight fitting sneaker meant space was at a premium, and there was nowhere for the cotton to go.   

                I mentally begged and pleaded for this hell to end, however salvation never came. As the rancid cotton slid against my tongue, I could feel the sweat, and dirt that the sock had accumulated in servitude to Talia being ripped from its cotton host and transfered to my tongue.

                My tongue tried to pull further into my mouth, but it had nowhere to go as her sock was everywhere. My taste buds were crying out for mercy as the taste of old sweat, and dirt was rampant throughout my mouth.  I could taste nothing, but the dirt, and perspiration of Talia’s foot, which was now at its apex of ascent.

                “I can’t last any longer. Get me out of here. Get me out of here.” I cried as my limbs tried to flail. I was having the onset of a panic attack as Talia’s foot started to pick up speed as gravity forced her foot back down towards the earth.  Only this time, I wouldn’t have the clothing of Katherine’s messy room or the high shag carpeting of the living room to lessen the impact of her foot.

                As Talia’s descended I could feel myself ever so slightly rock against the underside of her foot. As I rocked against the filthy underbelly of her sock, I could feel the dirt the sock had amassed release as my body passed over it rubbing away the dried perspiration that had held it to her sock. I could feel the dirt and grime crawl over onto my body as if each piece of dirt, bacteria, and sweat were ant. My clean white skin was quickly becoming dark and grimy as if I had been working in a mine.

                The impending wait of the first footfall against the concrete floor was driving me batty. My mind continued to tell me to get out. All I could hear inside my head was get out, get out, get out.  My limbs which were still subdued by her weight pressed against the underside of her foot with all the strength they could muster. I tried to brace myself, as I knew the impact couldn’t be much further off.

                My lungs were burning as I held onto the last bits of fresh of air that I managed to pull in before being shoved into Talia’s converse sneakers. However, no longer could that air sustain me. I finally exhaled, releasing the co2 which had built up inside my lungs.  I had no other choice at this point. I inhaled a new batch of air to replace the co2 enriched air that had previously encased my lungs.

 My body instantly knew this wasn’t the clean, fresh, pure air that it had grown accustomed too. No, this new air was hot and muggy. It felt heavier as it entered my lungs. My lungs seemed to feel revolted knowing that this air had gone through a new process prior to reaching my lungs. As this air had been filtered first but Talia’s worn sneaker and then heated by her warm foot, and then filtered again by her foul sock before entering my lungs. My body now knew that while beer benefited from being twice filtered, air does not.

I knew the panic attack my body was undergoing was going to be the death of me. As degrading as all of this was, this couldn’t be my end of me. My entire worth as a person couldn’t just be to explode across the bottom of this girl’s foot. If she knew the truth, if she hadn’t been infected with my daughters vindictive lies, maybe she would think different. Maybe this situation would be different. Instead though, she was fully infected with Katherine virus and I knew not the cure.

Seeing no other choice I forced my breathing to slow. I took long deep breaths of the rank air which filled every crevice of this sneaker. The hot putrid air burned against my lungs like an acid. My scream was silent, but deadening in my mind. My eyes burst wide open, as my body was no longer able to spend the energy to keep them closed.

“Any second now, the impact is gonna come, any second. I have to get out. I have to get out.” My mind continued to say in a panic as my eyes scanned from left to right in void of black that was before me. Crusty dirt fell into my eyes as they scanned about this hellish fortress. This caused tears to form in the corner of my eyes. The small bits of water puddling more and more until droplets tried to slide down my face only to be whisked up into Talia’s sock as if it were some form of osmosis.

While my tears drenched her sock this created a new problem. The tears moistened the once dry sock around my eyes causing the dried sweat to be reborn, and fall into my eyes. As the droplets of sweat pelted against my eyes, they would blink before a burning sensation washed over them, eroding my vision in this dank dark world.

I could feel Talia’s foot picking up more, and more speed as the gravity weighed mightily against her foot.  My body relaxed slightly no longer able to hold onto its tensed state. As my muscles relaxed, my deep breathing begun to satiate my panic attack, which left my mind to wonder if I would survive this. As there was no give in her shoe, there nowhere for the force of the impact to dissipate too. When her foot hit the concrete floor my body will feel the full brunt of the force of her footfall as it’s pressed deeply into this horribly worn insole.

This brought about a new fear, a fear of my own mortality. Fortunately, just as this fear entered into head my head, I heard the sickening, deadening thud of the rubber sole of her shoe slamming against the hard unforgiving concrete. It sounded like an explosion going off, and I was caught in the middle. The weight of her foot bore down on me tenfold at first, then as her foot settled, and the weight of her entire body transferred onto this foot, I could feel the pressure increase by 10 more, then a hundred, and lastly it seemed to be a thousand times more weight pressing against me.

The odorous cotton fibers were pressed into the back of my throat, while also being shoved into my nostrils. I tried to blow air through my nose to force the fibers out, but the force seemed to just stop cold as it hit a dirty fiber wall. This had the unpleasant effect of allowing more of Talia’s filth onto my body, and now my nose could no longer deny the horror the rest of my body already knew.

The powerfully rank cotton fibers were emanating sweat laden perfume in full force, and my nose was a part of the process. Every moment now of my existence was no filled with the powerful odor of Talia’s sock. It was everywhere; it seemed to encompass my world, which had turned from a very large realm to one that now matched my stature.

This will all be over soon, I thought as her weight continued to press down against me. I knew surely I would die any minute. As surely in the next second my body would just explode like a grape across the underside of her foot; nothing more than a tiny red stain absorbed by this crusty decaying sock. All the foul particles my body cleansed from it would soon be released back up into its being along with now me.

“This is it” I mentally screamed. My end was here. My suffering would finally come to a conclusion. As much as I hated to leave Greg. I felt as if I was betraying him; but I needed this, I deserved this. This freedom would be my reward for all that I have endured. This pain, this prison, this world I now find myself trapped in is inhuman, but that no longer mattered. My reward, my salvation is finally here.

“I love you Greg.” My mind radiated wanting that to be my final thought, but then…nothing. “Nooooo” raced through my mind, not in a last ditch effort to fight to live longer, or some inner realization of more self-worth to fight on through this moment. But, the recognition that the intense pressure I felt was evaporating like water from a puddle.

The weight was then nearly gone as I felt myself ascend back up into the sky, while being pressed against the underside of Talia’s foot. My body pressed further down into her insole, which if I could have turned my head far enough left or right I would have seen rise above me. 

“I can’t survive this. No more.” My mind screamed out as the realization that was just one step. That one half second in time it took her to rise her foot off rug in front of my door and step onto my door mat outside.

“Please stop!!”I wanted to yell to her. I wanted to beg to her. I wanted to throw myself at her mercy. Surely she had to have driven here as Katherine has no car. It could be a few hundred steps for too reach her car. She would have to walk along the pathway beside the house which connects to driveway. Then all the way down the driveway, to the front boulevard where she probably parked her car.

I knew now what my ninth circle of hell is and this is surely it. Step after torturous step I was forced to endure each no different from the very first. Each and every step felt as if it encompasses days if not weeks. The idea of each step just being a second in time seems like an unfeasibility of the greatest sort.

I desperately wished for someone, anyone to save me from this, to stop this madness. However, no one knew what I was enduring. As far as anyone else knew this young woman was just walking out of my home, and to her car. It was no different than anyone else. They couldn’t hear my mental anguish. They could not bear witness to the pain I was enduring. They knew not the horrors my daughter, her friend and her lover had committed against me and my husband.

“God, help me please! I do not ask for your help for myself, but for Greg. Save him please.” I thought as Talia’s foot slammed against the driveway pressing me further into hell for the umpteenth time.