The air was warm and close within your prison. The sounds of the outside world, of conversations and traffic and the crunch of Emma’s boots on the autumn leaves were distorted and muffled. Your stomach churned with ever step; the ground shaking violently, throwing you against the smooth cloth walls at her slightest movement.

Time had seemed to stop.

Her face filled your mind. The curl of her lips, those beautiful eyes corrupted by hatred and hurt. And her words, ‘you are fucking dead,’ grew a knot of fear in your stomach.

It didn’t make sense. If she had known you had liked her in that way and more so had liked you back why was she going this to you?

She world shook again, the sound of keys jingling in a lock reached your ears. Door opens, door closes. The sound of heavy platform boots on floorboards, stairs creaking beneath their weight.

Each step increases the dread that holds you; your heart beats furiously in your chest. What is she going to do to you?

Another door opens and closes. Bedsprings groan as your prison tilts sideways, pressing you against the soft, warm surface of her hip. The sound of buckles unfastening as she takes off her boots tolls like a death knell as you pull yourself through the folds of fabric.

Her face is in your mind, those eyes. The look on her face when she saw you running to Rosie.

Oh fuck.

Your mind rationalises her thoughts as much as it can. She thinks you betrayed her, that she did this to bring you closer together and you ran to another woman at the first chance you got.

Oh fuck.

Despite your friendship you had always known Emma was a bit of a psycho. Her boyfriends she had were always kept on a tight leash, their phones checked, their friends vetted. You had spoken to her before about it but it had fallen on deaf ears. Emma was a control freak and jealous by nature.

She may have been hot, she may have been fun to hang around with but as a serious girlfriend?

You would have had to have been mad. Oh fuck.

Her breakups had always been dramatic, screaming and sobbing and oaths of revenge.

And now she had her latest crush, the most recent object of her affection literally in her grasp.

And she had been betrayed.

The world outside groaned as she moved from the bed. Above you a hundred tons of studs of leather hissed from her shoulders, folding around you like a great black sea. You could hear her bare footfalls on the wooden floor.

You waited, paralysed with fear as she did god knows what in her room. She couldn’t have forgotten you.

You were not that lucky.

After a minute, ten, an hour had passed her jacket and the pocket you were held in rose. Gravity flopped, the walls around you swaying. You were held there, waiting on the edge until you dropped.

The leather around you roared like thunder as it plummeted to the earth. Your stomach rolled inside of you, your bones shrieking with g force as you fell within the pouch.

The sound of your impact was deafening. Within the pocket you avoided most of the damage thought your skin and joints were bruised and aching. You lay there, your chest rising and falling as you tried to steal a breath and control your heartbeat. A sliver of yellow light poured in from the top of the pocket, now a horizontal cave mouth a mere few feet away.

‘Get out here,’ she commanded, her harsh tone pulsing through you like ice.

You debated, for a foolish second, remaining were you were. Common sense won and you began to creep, hand over hand like a frightened animal, across the lining of her pocket and to the leather bound exit.

The light hand just fallen across you when she spoke again, louder and with greater anger than before. ‘Don’t make me come and get you.’

You bolted forwards, staggering onto the wooden floor, your eyes blinking furiously as they adjusted to the brightness.

As they took in the Goddess that towered over you. Oh fuck.

She seemed larger than before. She perched upon the edge of her bed, one bare leg crossed over her knee. The shadow of her barefoot fell across you. Her other rested patiently on the floorboards, her huge toes painted a mouth watering green.

You look on them with terror. Once objects of your secret fetish Emma’s feet now represented her total power over you. With a simple movement she could catch you between her toes or beneath the ball of her foot and grind you into nothing but paste. She had reduced you to a bug and, in her mind, you had betrayed her.

‘Did I say you could stand?’ She growled, slamming her other foot down beside you. The force of the blow threw you from where you stood dumbstruck and sent you sliding painfully across the polished floor.

‘Get on your knees,’ she commanded. Though barely recovered you raced to obey her, your head bowed by instinct. Your eyes bored into the woodwork, your senses deadly aware of her presence around you. You could feel the heat of the foot that loomed over you, your nostrils were filled with the mixed scent of sweat and perfume. You dared not look up at her.

‘How dare you?’ she hissed, ‘How fucking dare you?’

‘P-please,’ you stammered.

‘Shut up, just shut the fuck up!’ Her foot slammed down next you throwing a warm shockwave over your aching body.

‘I gave you everything you could have wanted! I made you my pet, isn’t that what you wanted? You could have had everything! I would have let you live out your creepy desires, you could have it all! Didn’t I say you were going to go in those boots that you always lusted after? Didn’t I say you could pleasure yourself at my feet?’

Frightened tears speckled your eyes as you looked up at her. Her face was a picture of fury. Her green pigtails bunched beside her head, matching the green and black that shadowed her piercing eyes.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-‘ you pleaded.

‘Save it.’ She held up a silencing hand, her eyes closing. ‘We would have been perfect. I would have got to look after you, to keep you safe. You would have got to worship me as your goddess like you always wanted. Like those stories you wrote online that you don’t think anyone knows about.’

Your eyes bulged in your head, how could she have known?

‘But you’ve fucked it.’ She said, her tone more sad than angry.

You fled to her toes, begging her for forgiveness as your mouth kissed her skin. You worshipped her, begged her, called her your goddess.

‘You fucked it!’ she cried, her foot ploughing forwards, smashing into your face and upper body. You screamed in agony as a splash of blood erupted from your nose and mouth. The blow lifted you from your feet and sent you crashing onto the floorboards.

‘You could have had it all but you’d rather try and fuck the toes of that fucking plastic doll Rosie. You pervert, you fucking sicko! How could you betray me like that? After everything I have done for you, do you know how hard it was to get that shit for you? How much it cost?’

You tried to rise to your knees, your arms waving above you head as her bare foot rose over you.

‘You dare do that to me after everything I’ve done for you? You ungrateful fucking bug!’

Emma was hysterical, her eyes edged with tears. Her toes quivered as the ball of her foot angled downwards, ready to stomp you into nothing. You couldn’t help but dart your eyes to her exposed crotch, to see her pink womanhood blossom between her pale thighs. The darkness of a black batman t-shirt surrounded her hips.

‘I should fucking kill you right now you fucking asshole!’ she cried, ‘I should just fucking stomp you out like the disgusting insect you are!’

The muscle in her calf twitched, you scrunched your eyes,  waiting for the death blow as her impossible weight liquidised you between her flesh and the wood.

She sniffed, ‘But I’m not going to.’

Your eyes opened again, blood still weeping from your nose. You looked up at her with hope as her foot moved across the sky and settled back onto the floor with a low boom. Her face was still filled with malice, her eyes narrow.

‘But I’m not going to,’ she repeated, ‘why should I? You’d probably get off on something like that you little creep. No, I’m going to do something for me. Why should you get some pleasure out of your death when I am the one that has done everything for you?’

You tried to run as she reached down and effortlessly scooped you up between her slender fingers.

You were slammed against her flesh as she dragged you upwards; once again pulling you close to her face.

Her bottom lip quivered, causing the balls of her piercings to shimmer in the light. The bed groaned as she settled back onto the edge of it before shuffling backwards.

‘You could have had it all,’ she said sadly, positioning you so as to give you the best view of her titanic body. Her leg curled cutely beneath her, her breast pushing pleasingly against her t shirt. Her big eyes filled with a mix of melancholy and mischief.

‘Well,’ she whispered, ‘I guess I will just have to make the best of it.

Realisation finally hit you as she slowly reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it upwards. You began to scream, begging her, pleading with her as her fingers curled around you. ‘So long Jerkface,’ she smiled as you were pulled away from her.

You cried frantically, trying to claw at the fabric of her shirt as you were tracked along it. You cried to her, calling her by name, begging her as your goddess. She moaned, her only reply as she tilted her head backwards and arched her hips.

Her other hand, gripping the folds of her t shirt, flashed by as you were dragged towards her waiting lips. A wall of warmth hit you as you were brought between her legs, the hot air filling your lungs, flooding your nostrils with the scents of her warm sex.

She was already moist, her folds slick with excited juices.

Her fingers manipulated you, tilting your head forwards as she began to push you towards her. Her powerful hand was resilient to you clawing and biting.

You screamed your last, throwing up your arms as she thrust you into her. Immediately, boiling walls of flesh enclosed you. Her juices covering your head; filling your mouth, your nose, your eyes and ears. Your arms were snapped backwards, crushed and shattered by her thrusts. They were pinned to your sides as she pushed you deeper, her thumb encircling her engorged clitoris.

She moaned with pleasure as you were crushed and compressed within her, her voice rumbled through your hell like the groans of some beast. Your lungs burned as you sucked down her juices, drowning in the darkness. Your head pounded, your skull creaking as she squeezed it with her relentless muscles. She squealed, shuddering as you were thrust in and out of her, faster and faster, bones breaking with every movement.

The heat increased, her breathing booming faster and faster, harder and harder. You screamed silently within your mind as the universe closed in, your thoughts evaporated until there was nothing but her. Nothing but Emma, your goddess.

The bed shook, the headboard clattering as she ground her ass into her mattress. Her hips bucked, her teeth closing around her lips, her eyes scrunched shut beneath her brow tipped with sweat as she pushed you harder and harder, the pleasure building within her, faster and faster until.

Pop.

Emma climaxed as your body was ground into nothing inside of her. Hot cum flushed across her fingers as she circled your pulverised body against her quivering walls. Her eyes squeezed shut, her lip trembled, her other hand knotting the bed sheets.

She let out a long, low breath of air, basking in the sunlight filtering through her window. She lay there a while, her fingers inside of her, slowly rotating your indistinguishable remains.

In tiny, pleasing circles.