You're dead. Part 1

I felt her neck and ribs crack and break, with a twitch and a pop I can feel between my fingertips. She tries to scream I think, but it happens so fast she simply gasps up blood and her pretty white skin is smeared red with the dark crimson of her blood. There's a splat on the floor and I realized I squeezed too hard; her head has come off entirely and fell off my bed onto my carpet.

“Fuck.”

I reach for a paper towel and I realize I'm all out. The last few sheets I have are crumpled in my wastebin, stained with the gore of her friends. I sigh, stepping over the bloody little blonde head lying pitifully on the floor. I try to avoid stepping in any of the splatter and I keep my right hand from touching anything while it clutches the rest of her, lest I smear the rest of her somewhere and make an even bigger mess.

I head down the stairs and catch a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. Bleached blonde hair with some roots showing, brown eyes, pale Irish skin. I admire only for a moment the sinews of my legs and my slightly pronounced pectorals. With a bit of dissatisfaction I note my abs still aren't coming in like I want them to. I'll have to do some more crunches later. I sigh and remember that I have a mess to clean up. I walk down the hardwood floor in my hall into the kitchen, my eyes searching for some paper towels or a dirty rag, something I can use to clean her up.

SQUISH.

“What the...”

I look down and see a splatter of blood radiating out from under my bare foot like the petals on a lily. Lifting my foot, I look down to see a small woman, her legs crushed quite accidentally by my step. I curse again under my breath and hop over to the counter, grabbing a wad of paper towels to wipe off my sole and get rid of the little crushed corpse in my hand. A little soap and water and I toss what's left of her into the trash. I used to worry about someone finding the bodies, but I realized that here raccoons and birds will clean up any evidence that might be left.

Remembering that I stepped on one on the way here I grab another paper towel and head over to clean that last bit of mess up. That's when I notice she's not where she was anymore. She's crawled almost a foot with both her legs ground into past from the thighs down. I stop for a moment, frozen in fascination as I watch her struggle. Moments go by, but it feels like hours, I am mesmerized by her tiny pained movements, so desperate... so pathetic.

She's so beautiful. He dark skin is flawless and her hair long and black, it hangs loose down to her back. Her tiny breasts heave and wiggle with each labored little breath. I don't remember who she is. I've seen her before somewhere, I had to have meet her before I shrunk her. Probably with a group. Some how she got out. She is so beautiful. For a moment I wonder what she would look like on my bed, normal sized and naked. I decide I like her like this.

Finally, she notices me watching her. Her head turns towards me and she's saying something. Screaming something at me. I can't make out what she's saying though, just tiny shrieks like a wounded animal, but even from here I know that's not true. I can see it in her tiny eyes, she's begging. She is begging me for help. I lean in closer, on my hands and knees now, peering at her, trying to hear what she's saying.

“Please.. help me... I don't want to do.. please... help. Please. Please.”

It hits me. She doesn't know. I feel that feeling. The one I get when I'm about to do it, to take their tiny little lives. It starts in my chest, my heart races and tingles and it spreads down quickly into my stomach and then further down. I stiffen and swell at the thought. She doesn't know. I stand up, she's still calling to me for help, begging me to save her. I look at her from up here, my smile widening, twisting into what must be a hideous sadistic smirk on my face. I tower over her. She is nothing to me. I lift my foot over here. She starts screaming loudly enough for me to hear her. She's panicking. She knows now. It's too late. She is nothing. I am a god. I slam my foot down, on her, catching her head and upper body underneath the ball of my foot.

KERRUNCH

Her body explodes under my sole, spraying her smushed remains several feet across my wooden floor. I let out a little gasp as I feel her gooey remains between my toes. Oh my god... it feels so good. My hand is on my cock now, I didn't even realize I had done that. I shudder and almost fall over. Crushing her so easily has left me feeling a little shaky. I clean up her mess, tossing her remains away with the previous girl. I take a shot of rum, chase it with some water and head up stairs. I've still got the twins left, and I really, really need to get off now.

Chapter 2.

I head up the stairs, taking my time. I relish this, I've learned they know when I'm coming. They anticipate it. When I walk through the house, the earth trembles and they cower in fear and pray that I won't come for them. I love it. It's like being worshiped. My prey, my toys worship me with their fear. I occupy their thoughts in one way or another. Some of them lust after me, even though they know they'll die. I like those ones, but I like the ones who are truly terrified the most. Their fear and desperation makes the moment I finally end them so very much sweeter.

I wonder what it's like for them as I walk slowly and heavily towards my room. I've often thought about what it would be like to be in their position. Somehow the idea of role reversal makes it that much hotter, because I know it'll never be that way. I am in control and they never will be. They belong underneath me and they will never ever be able to turn the tables. I shudder a little bit as I think of the one I crushed only minutes ago, her face flashes in my mind and I wonder what it would be like to be under her foot, begging her to save me. My face flushes and I remember how fucking good she felt bursting under my step. “Fuck... yes...” I'm stroking myself slowly now. I force myself to stop and push my door open and enter my room. My room is messy by not dirty, clothes lie in piles here and there on the floor. My computer glows in the corner and posters of goth and metal bands cover the wall. It's dark because the curtains are drawn and it smells faintly of cologne.

They're in the corner, right where I left them. I created a little pen for some of my captives in the corner of my room furthest from the door. I found this plastic rectangle at work about six months ago and when I laid it down in the corner of the room it created the perfect little enclosure for my playthings. It's just too tall for them to climb out even if they give each other a boost out. I don't keep them all there of course. My closet is where the majority of them stay in a couple of mason jars I've picked up for them. I like to keep them isolated, but in the case of some of them, like the little ginger twins I was gazing down at, I liked to let them interact. Sometimes watching them try to reassure each other or convince each other that they'd make it out alive somehow was just too much fun to watch. And for the little twins well, I couldn't pass it up. Truth was of course, I used this little enclosure for something else way worse. In my own mind, it was the “Crush pit” because I could sit on my bed and slip my feet into the space and have my way with anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped there.

I lay down on my bed and look down on the little ones in my crush pit. Red-headed pale little twin sisters. I start playing with myself as I watched them huddling in the corner. They were obviously terrified. One of them is sobbing into the other's arms, and the one that isn't crying is looking at me with an obviously defiant expression on her tiny delicate face. This has to be Mindi, she was the tough one of the pair. Cindi was a lot less assertive and sort of let her sister stand up for her. I had fucked Mindi a couple times but Cindi wasn't really my type. That's probably why Mindi was looking at me the way she was, the little bitch. I don't think she realizes how fucked she is right now.

I don't normally take people I know. It raises questions I'd rather not have to answer, even if there's no evidence I was ever involved. Even if they were certain I'd done it, they'd never find a body or a murder weapon. It would be nearly impossible to prove I was the killer and how exactly do you convince a jury that I shrink women and smash their bodies into paste? I wasn't really worried, but better safe than sorry. My attention shifted back over to the twins and I stopped daydreaming. Thing is though, with these two I had wanted them at my feet since the moment I met them and sleeping with Mindi did nothing to change my mind about their ultimate fate.


“Mindi. I want you to fuck Cindi. Make her cum,” Finally, I speak to them.

Mindi jolts back, almost letting Cindi fall. She stares up at me with an incredulous expression. I know she heard what I said, but she's looking at me like she has the option to refuse. Why do they always resist when I could squash them so easily? I swing my legs over the bed and lower my feet into the crush pit, forcing both of them to run into the middle to avoid ending up beneath me. It's so fucking hot when they have to run just to live. The smallest of my movements could squish them. I keep stroking my cock as I look down at them.

“Did I fucking stutter, Mindi? Fuck. Your. Sister.” I raise my foot up again and point my toes at her to emphasize my point.

She squeaks like a mouse and I feel my chest start pounding faster. The sounds they make some time are just.. invigorating. Their fear is thrilling, intoxicating. I feel a little drunk now, maybe it's the shot I had earlier on an empty stomach, or maybe it's the power. I almost crush them both on a whim, but I stop myself as I see her push her sister down roughly. She shoves three of her fingers into her sister's pussy and leans down on Cindi, pinning her to the floor. She whispers something to her sister, I can't hear it but I guess she's apologizing for raping her.

Cindi struggles at first, but Mindi does a pretty good job of holding her down and after a few minutes little Cindi is moaning and crying out. She sounds a lot like Mindi actually, I recall what she was like in bed and I briefly regret not getting a threesome with both of them before shrinking them. Of course, that was pure fantasy. Mindi was way too jealous and Cindi was way too shy for that. This was a threesome anyways, and the kind I enjoyed the most. The kind where only I survive.

I'm getting really into it, watching them writhe and moan at my feet, Mindi furiously finger banging her sister and they're both sweating and groaning, Cindi's sweet little cries fill the air and I keep going. Finishing off the little one downstair worked me up and these two are pushing me over the edge. Mindi does something to Cindi, and the little red-haired pixie screams out in pain. It's too much, I feel it rushing up my shaft and I gasp as I cum. I manage to aim my cock at the little twins and my hot semen spews all over them, covering both of them in my spunk. They both scream and try to clean it off themselves but I don't care. My orgasm was amazing and I'm still coming down off of it as they panic and sputter up my creamy seed.

I look down at them struggling on the floor and I raise my feet up over them. They have no where to go and they're covered in sticky cum. It'll be so easy just to step on them both right now. I am moments from pushing down when my phone rings. They get to live, for now.