An insurmountable amount of time would pass... And finally he'd awaken - though not of his own volition. Instead to the cooing of a tremendous voice that seemed to be hovering overhead.

He'd groan, his body aching as his eyes began to push open, blurred from the slumber he'd been coaxed into by Antistia's magic. Above in the distance hung some grand flesh toned structure that his eyes struggled to process in those moments immediately after his wakening.

But as they began to focus, his eyes scanning the curled golden locks that hung down from the monstrous orb of flesh and the glaciel blue eyes that peered back at him he'd all at once realize the gravity of his situation.

"Wakey wakey..." Turia cooed down to Liam's now diminutive form - and despite all the soreness that plagued his body he'd prop himself up upon his elbows, his jaw dropping.

"T-...Turia?!" He'd blurt out, his voice a high pitched shriek.

The giantess just giggled. "That's right, little one. It's me!" She'd say as she pulled her face away from him suddenly and began to rise to her feet. Coming to loom over top of him with the same imposing height as a multi-story building.

"You're so little now, Mr.Armistead," The Handmaiden said as she held out a hand above him and pinched her thumb and index finger closely to one another for emphasis. "Mistress couldn't have made you any larger than five or six inches," She revealed as Liam remained there on his back staring skyward.

It was difficult to even grasp her size now. She'd been so short before... Several heads shorter than he. But now... Now she towered into the sky like some kind of tremendous beast. He'd shudder, his gaze pushing past her mocking fingers and to the ceiling above where the array of cages and hooks hung - and for the first time he'd realize they weren't just there for decoration.

Nor were they empty.

The more his eyes focused as he woke up the more he'd come to realize there were dozens of little eyes the same as his peering right back at him.

His jaw, still hanging agape, would permit the faintest of whines to escape his throat upon this revelation. Once more Turia couldn't help but giggle as she lowered her hand back to her side.

"Do you like your new size, Mr.Armistead? We hope so," She grinned. "Because Mistress has all sorts of special and exciting plans for you. Right, Mistress?" The Giant asked as she peered over her shoulder toward the back of the room where Antistia's throne sat.

"That's correct," Antistia's voice boomed out into the room louder and more tremendous than ever before. It sent chills down Liam's spine, causing him to backpedal along the carpet as he dug his elbows into the ground and urged himself backward.

"Lucky lucky boy," Turia commented as she stepped to the side, making way for Liam's view to hone right in on Antistia and her throne off in the distance. "Usually Mistress doesn't bother to focus so much attention on just one meager little tiny like you. I guess that heartfelt little gift of yours had an effect after all," The Handmaiden said.

"Yes..." Antistia trailed off as she began to rise from her throne. Liam's heart began pounding harder in his chest to the sight of her glowing amethyst eyes focusing in upon him. "But not quite the effect he had in mind," She'd say as she began to descend the steps from her throne and make way toward him.

"Y-Your Lordship, please," The tiny man would beg as the titan approached, rising to his own feet and beginning to backpedal with a tremble in every step. She'd come to stand there before him in but a few short strides. Her height an impossible thing to fathom for she now towered over him like he would expect of a skyscraper in his daily life. Looming high above and into the clouds. In comparison of her tremendous size he couldn't help but shudder to the realization he was little more than a doll to her and her Handmaidens now.

She'd come to rest her hands upon her hips and stare down her nose upon him. Her purple painted toenails set before him wiggling away with malicious anticipation and hunger.

"So now you remember to call me by title do you?" Antistia asked, "I wonder, little Liam, what's reminded you of your place?" She smirked as she kicked her left foot forward, her toes suddenly coming upon the doll sized miscreant and knocking the floor right out from beneath his feet. Sending him barreling end over end across the carpet.

"It couldn't be your latest predicament could it?" Antistia asked as she began to step after the man as he landed roughly upon the ground. Coming to a rolling stop upon his side and choking as pain gripped his body. A deep purple bruise was already beginning to reveal itself upon his chest and stomach from where her big toe had connected to his solarplexus. Sucking the air straight from his lungs and forcing him to gasp for a desperately needed breath.

"No, I'm quite sure your earlier slip up was just that - a slip up. Perhaps even a one of. Unfortunately for you I don't suffer fools lightly. Especially when they fail to honour even the most simple of directions," Antistia said as she came to stand before the man again. Watching him with sadistic satisfaction as he writhed upon the floor.

"I... I didn't mean to offend you, Your Lordship," Liam stammered as Turia chimed in from the background,

"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions isn't it, Mistress?" The Handmaiden asked, prompting a nod from the towering titan above.

"Precisely," She'd grin. Raising her foot once more she'd use her toes to flip Liam onto his backside. Her big toe flexed downward as her foot hovered overhead and she'd press it into the man's chest. Pressing the air from his lungs once again and grinding it painfully into his flesh. His ribs bending and straining beneath her weight; causing him to groan out in agony.

"And while your road might be shorter than most, I'll grant you an opportunity to correct yourself," The woman said, sliding her toe up the short distance from Liam's chest and onto the base of his chin before covering his face entirely with the sullied and scented pad of her toe.

"You're so generous, Mistress. Does he really deserve such light and forgiving treatment?" Turia could be heard asking from the sidelines as the man writhed and choked upon the soft, plush and dirtied flesh of Antistia's foot as it came to assault his face.

It smothered him, whisking away any hope of refilling his lungs without mercy nor regard. His hands soon joined the struggle, planting upon either side of the digit and trying to urge it away. But to no avail; Antistia's power was absolute.

"I suppose we'll see..." Antistia trailed off before beginning to drum her toe repeatedly upon the man's miniscule face. Mashing his head deeper into the carpet fibers with each and every impact as her voice boomed out,

"You may begin your struggle to redemption by kissing the bottom of my toe, worm."

Liam whined, every tap of her foot - a minimal effort on her part - was dizzying for the diminutive man. But even through the repeated mashing of her toe into his face he was coherent enough to grasp her command and would waste no time in delivering his obedience to her.

He'd pucker his lips through the tears that were forming in his eyes and he'd kiss them again and again with vigor into her sweat scented flesh every time it fell back upon his quickly dirtying face.

Turia crouched down, leaning her head close to the floor to inspect. "He's really doing it, Mistress. He's kissing your foot!"

"Of course he is," Antistia smiled. "What other choice does he have but to obey?" She'd ask, ceasing the incessant tapping of her toe against Liam's head and allowing him to kiss for some time. Turia remained low to the floor during this time, watching with wide eyes as Antistia began to permit the toy to access other portions of her sullied sole. Her other toes, the pad of her foot, her arch and even her heel would all grace Liam's lips with their presence.

Eventually however, her foot retreated from view only to be replaced by her other foot. Her toes swooped in and eclipsed his view of the room once again; forcing their scent upon his nose and stinging his senses as they began to enclose around his head.

He'd whine out, pushing his palms into the plush flesh above him and trying to fend the giant off, but to no avail. Both women seemed to take amusement from his cries for mercy as Antistia gripped her dirty toes about his head with slowly building pressure.

"I could pop your head just like this," Antistia mused, prompting a croak from the man below.

"Are you going to, Mistress?" Turia asked, still low to the ground. Wanting to be up close and personal with the man's suffering; and she watched with gleaming glaciel blue eyes as his limbs kicked in struggle for mercy. But mercy would not be granted... Instead, Antistia's toes further closed in around Liam's head.

Tightening their hold and causing stars to form behind his eyes. The pressure was immense - he felt as though his skull would crack and collapse in upon it self at any second. Any hope of a breath as well was completely lost. For both his nose and lips alike were mashed tight into the warm, humid crevice of Antistia's toes.

With every passing second he could feel his dignity flitting further and further away. Would this be his fate? To be crushed underfoot like nothing more than an insect by this woman? Antistia... The name repeated in his head. How had it come to this? Did he really mean so little to her that she'd end him in such a non-chalant and degrading fashion?

How could he have been such a fool as to think that even after all this time he'd been coming to her that he was somehow unique. That he wasn't just one amongst a sea of hundreds of others whom had foolishly fallen for Antistia's supernatural beauty and charm.

He didn't have long to dwell upon these thoughts as Antistia's toes suddenly released his head. Allowing him to drop back to the floor and gasp desperately for a much needed breath of air to refill his burning lungs. He was grateful, even if every breath was stained by the musky scent of her foot sweat.

"I haven't decided yet," Antistia said as she flicked her foot into Liam's body, knocking him across the carpet and toward her Handmaiden. The man would roll across the ground, shoulders and waist bruising slightly with every turn of his body before he came to a stop just before the toes of Turia's black thigh high boots. He was facing them, watching the leather stretch and contort as the Handmaiden's toes seemed to wiggle inside their prisons. The scent of well worn leather wafting into his nose and causing him to flop onto his back to stare up skyward into the maiden's eyes which were set peering down upon him with amusement.

"Go on, my dear. Give the boy a try," Antistia offered.

"Truly, Mistress? But you know how I like to play rough," Turia asked - and Antistia must have nodded or given some sort of signal of approval for next thing Liam knew one of her booted feet was lifting skyward and coming to hover over top of him.

Liam's eyes widened to the sight of the massive boot sole hanging overhead. The thick rubber treads of which were almost spotless in comparison to Antistia's own feet.

"Run, buggy!" Turia cackled as she pushed her foot down toward the floor. The man cried out, rolling himself out from under the incoming foot as it crashed into the carpet with force enough to rumble the ground beneath him as he scrambled to his feet.

"That was an easy one, huh?" The Handmaiden's playful tone loomed as Liam began to run toward the nearest place of cover he could find - the couch. But Turia was upon him already and the heel of one of her boots came slamming into the ground directly in front of the man. Taunting him with her near omnipotent grasp of the playing field. With momentum carrying him in a panic he'd find himself plastered face first into her boot. Groaning as stars seemed to ring his cranium for the briefest of instances before the giant's foot lifted from view - and in its place a shadow returned.

He'd feel a lump catch in his throat upon the realization she wasn't going to let up in trying to stomp him into the carpet. He'd throw himself forward, crying out in a pitiful display of terror as he did so. Landing hard upon his stomach just as Turia's foot crashed back down to Earth behind him.

Then it rose, forcing him to roll out of its way once more as the once petite and adorable Handmaiden stomped to the ground again and again. Her booted foot seeming to land mere inches from Liam's frail form every time - and even though she was no longer several heads shorter than him. But instead towering overhead like some kind of monster, her playful giggles were still just as endless as ever.

"Having fun?" Antistia grinned from the background, watching her Handmaiden toy with the shrunken man like a cat with its prey.

"Ooo... Yes, Mistress! He puts up such a good fight. But maybe I'm going too easy on him?" The giantess asked, glancing to her Mistress as she let her foot rest where it had fallen last. Permitting Liam the opportunity to catch some of his breath and scramble to his feet once more.

He'd start running again, eager to increase the gap between him and Turia as much as possible.

Her ears perked and she'd follow Antistia's turning gaze to see that her toy was on the run again. She scowled a bit and said,  "Oh no... No you don't! Get back here you!" As she began to chase after him. Each and every step of her thick soled boots against the carpet causing the ground to shake beneath Liam's feet - and his heart to pound just a little bit harder.

"Y-Your Lordship! Your Lordship please! What did I do to deserve this?!" The tiny man cried out in desperation as Turia began to gain upon him.

The Handmaiden extended one hand, beginning to mutter words of incantation under her breath. Before Liam on the ground small pockets of swirling black abyssal energy began to open up in random spots, and from them shackles on chains rose forth. Levitating and wriggling out of the holes as if they had minds of their own and snapping their open shackles toward Liam's limbs like the jaws of disgruntled serpents. The man cried out as the shackles lunged toward him, forcing him to run in a zigzag pattern.

"Pleaaase!" He'd cry out as tears streamed from his eyes. The very juices of his stomach jumping in his body as Turia's foot came to boom behind him, crushing two of the chain-link monstrosities into the floor and sending pieces of shackle whizzing out from underneath her boot and in Liam's direction.

He'd look down only briefly as one such crumpled and ruined chunk of iron tossed it self to the ground at his feet. His eyes widened with horror. If she could do that to a solid chunk of metal just what hope could he have to fare against her tremendous size?

He'd turn his gaze forward again, legs and chest burning from the exertion just in time to spy incoming jaws of enchanted metal snapping in his direction.

He'd yelp aloud and hop into the air, trying to lift his knees toward his chest to avoid capture by the animated metal. But his break in concentration had cost him dearly and the shackles would snap around his left ankle. The chain running taut as they hit their mark and yanked the man back to the floor.

Next thing he knew he was digging his fingers into the carpet, crying out with terror as the chain increased the pressure upon his form and began reeling him in toward Turia's approaching feet.

With all his remaining strength he'd try and fight it. "No! No! You can't do this, please!" He'd beg as the giantess paused in her steps just behind the clawing man.

"No no no!" She laughed. "Are you sure, little one? Looks to me like we can do whatever we please," She teased as she summoned further chains from the aether and willed them to snap around Liam's other ankle and both of his wrists. One would even find its way around his neck and in unison they'd pull him clear of the floor. Manipulating his body as though he were nothing more than a marionette and turning him to face the looming Handmaiden.

"Please..." He'd whimper, locking a pleading set of eyes with Turia's own - and next trying to look to Antistia. But she was back upon her throne now. Watching from afar with her chin resting lazily in one of her palms and one leg crossed over the other.

"Y-Your Lordship... Please, please ask her to let me go! I'll take my locket, I'll take every last piece of it and I'll go. You'll never see me again!" Liam struggled to croak out through the choking tightness of the shackle around his neck. Antistia stared, the gears in her head seeming to turn as Turia manipulated the little puppet of a man to straddle the top of one of her boots. Forcing his face deep into the laces at the base of her ankle and draping his limbs down either side of her shoe.

"Can you smell my scent through my laces, Mr.Armistead?" Turia asked, and indeed he could... The scent of worn leather intermingled with a sweet almost fruity scent that Liam could only deduce to be Turia's natural pheromones filled his nose. It wasn't sharp and spicy like Antistia's own scent. It was softer, smoother... Seeming to fill him against his will with a faint euphoria that tingled at the tips of his fingers.

Turia could see the man nod faintly against his bindings and quiver from the tingles that were brought with every almost soothing breath.

She grinned. "You put up a goooood fight, little one! So how about a little reward? If Mistress permits then I'll let you stay chained to my boot while I carry out my chores. How does that sound?" She'd ask, but with his face buried in her laces the man could scarcely hope to answer her. "Then we can continue our games again later!"

"What do you say, Mistress? Can he stay for now?" Turia asked with excitement and a flutter in her step as she turned to face her Mistress.

Antistia, still resting with her head in her palm would tap a finger against her cheek and nod. "If it would please you, dearest Turia, then you may keep him as you tidy up. But be warned you don't let Severa catch sight of him," The woman warned before sitting up straight and leaning back into her seat.

"Ohhh yes, Mistress! Thank you!" The girl clapped her hands together before looking down at her foot and tilting it up upon its heel. "Good news for you, little one. You get to stay with me for now," She'd reveal as the chains attached to the shackles bound around Liam's limbs began to slither their way free of the portals they'd been summoned from and come to wrap their lengths around Turia's boot and Liam's body alike. Securing him in place.

Once they'd finished she'd give her foot a bit of a wiggle and a stomp. Satisfied he was secure she'd hop over toward Antistia's side and kneel there, jarring the tiny man secured to her boot with every gut wrenching step, and she'd take the woman's hand and kiss into it.

"Thank you again, Mistress! I'll see you again at dinner?" She smiled as the amethyst eyed beauty lifted her hand away from Turia's lips and ruffled the girl's hair.

"Dinner," Antistia nodded. "Now go. My home isn't going to clean it self," She'd urge, waving the girl away and watching as she stood to bow at the waist before scampering toward the door and into the main hall. Once Turia had left she'd look to the shadows in the corner of the candle lit room and snap her fingers.

"Slippers!" She beckoned, watching with a grin that bared her fangs as a trio of doll sized men scurried out of the shadows dragging a pair of black furry slippers with leather insoles toward the waiting woman's feet and up a small ramp beside her throne. They'd set the shoes before her feet and watch, trembling as one of Antistia's feet shot out toward them, grabbing the slowest moving of the three by the neck and slipping her foot and his squirming body into one of her slippers before standing and waving the two away. "Off with you two miscreants now! I've to see Severa about what I want for dinner," She revealed as she stepped forth and without regard for the man in her slipper and toward the door.