David opened the sliding door, and stepped outside. He closed it behind him, and in the time it took to look back, the scale around him seemed to change. By his calculation, David was back at about 6 inches tall, although Deziree somehow seemed as big as ever, knowing the implications of being killed by her anymore times.


David walked slowly closer, apprehensive of what type of game this might be. Finally he neared the foot of the massive sunbathing chair she was reclining on. He cautiously looked her over and what he noticed made him sick to his stomach.


Her bikini. . . . Her bikini was made out of slaves. Desiree had 2 miniature men obscuring the view of her gargantuan breasts. They each had a string wrapped around their throats, that went up and met behind Deziree's neck, forming straps. Their arms were tied to their sides, and their legs were stretched in a brutal 90 degrees. More bikini strings attached their inside ankles to each other, and the outside presumably met behind her back.


As he finally reached her feet, he could see what the slaves were doing. Each of the bound men, were licking and sucking one of Deziree's fat nipples. With the binds, they were stretched tight enough to allow no movement but their mouths. It was an odd sight to see, but what really disturbed David the most was the manner in which they worshipped her. It wasn't as though they were enjoying it. There was a pattern to it, as if a command was being played on repeat. They mindlessly nibbled and kissed but made no sound of ecstasy or discomfort.


David managed to drag his eyes from the man, and as his eyes travelled lower, he saw that her bikini bottom was also a slave. This man was hung upside down, his face literally buried in the fleshy folds of her vagina. David couldn't see his face, but the light bobbing that the back of his head was doing, told him that he was servicing her in the same way as her human bra was. The man's arms were also bound and his legs split. The string around his throat, went down through her legs and disappeared between her plump cheeks.


Finally David managed to pry his eyes away from the grotesque display of domination long enough to notice that Deziree had lowered her sunglasses and was now glaring at him over their brim.


"Feet. NOW." She said firmly, snapping her fingers and pointing to her perfect feet.


"W-what?" David asked, feeling stupid as he realized what she wanted a split second after he asked.


"FEET. . . .RUB THEM." She repeated, raising her voice. David could tell she was getting agitated, but he had already decided he wasn't going to rub her feet.



"Uhh, no. I'm not doing that." David said confidently, taking a polite step away from her.


Deziree chuckled, and David couldn't tell if it was from humor or rage.


"Umm, YES. . . Yes you are." She confirmed, taking her sunglasses all the way off, setting them aside.


David said nothing, but stood his ground.


"Lo-look, David. . . I know you THINK that you have a choice in this, but let me assure you, you don't! I don't know if this is just a defiance thing, or you have some other stupid objection to it, but let me tell you. I've seen every single type of wannabe badass prick come through here but the truth is. . . . They all look and sound exactly the same with their little head shoved up my ass!" She finished, sitting up and twisting to plant her bare feet on the patio concrete.


She successfully called David's bluff as he stumbled backwards when her big feet invaded his space. He straightened up and glared at her. She nonchalantly adjusted the man on her left tit, before speaking again.


"Listen. . . I would love to sit around in the sun and break a few bones this afternoon, but I'm giving you the chance to just accept your punishment and be done with it." Deziree offered, thinking she was being reasonable, instead she got a response she wasn't expecting.

"Punishment?. . . Accept my punishment? YOU FUCKING KILLED ME 5 TIMES!" David screamed, a little more passionately than he was planning on.

"Well yeah. . . . But that was just part of the game. The actual punishment for your little stunt begins now." Deziree responded, casually.

"You're seriously THAT butthurt that someone almost beat you at your childish game? " David said, without thinking. He was usually a quick learner, and he knew from the way that she had obliterated block C after Sebastian's similar comment, that any hint that she might have lost that match, would be treading very, very thin ice. He was correct.

Faster than David could see, Deziree lashed out, slapping his entire upper body with a massive hand. He was slammed down, and his head bounced off of the concrete. He stayed face down, unmoving and ready to submit the first chance he got, but she wasn't finished.

He couldn't see it, with half of his face squashed into the ground, but he felt a soft, heavy weight cover his entire body, and he knew she was stepping on him. Her delicate foot applied just enough pressure to keep David's whole body in contact with the cement and he soon found out why.

"You DIDN'T almost beat me. You got in a cheap shot after the bell!" Deziree dictated, as she applied more force to emphasis her words. As she spoke, the heat of the sun intensified immensely and the temperature of the concrete began to climb.

David began to feel his skin burn from the pavement as Deziree held him down. He started to struggle and squirm, but she was too much for him and easily held him in place, as she fried him like an egg.

After only a minute, he was screaming at the top of his lungs, his skin beginning to peel now, but she wouldn't let up. Only after 5 full minutes of him serenading her with blood curdling screams, did she finally lift her foot from him, although he couldn't stand. She peeled him from the ground, bits of his charred skin sticking to it, before she lifted him to her gorgeous face.

"See. . . Contrary to popular belief amongst the help around here, "Deziree began, making light of the fact that she and apparently her mother were harbouring and had killed who knows how many innocent men. "I can be a nice, gentle, easy going person! All you little assho-"

She was cut short by David's broken, delirious laughter at her previous statement. Her pale face went red with anger. She transitioned his body from being held between her fingers, to being full blown crushed in her fist. She seamlessly adjusted his size so that he fit inside from head to toe, and she kneaded his burns raw with her fingers, his screams of agony successfully muffled out.

"Excuse you?" She said, her voice dripping with attitude. "Did you find something funny?" She asked, eying her fist, although there was no part of David to be seen. Deziree mashed him for a moment more, before growing him back, but she didn't yield her hand, and David was forced to squeeze and mush his way through her tight grip. His head hung in defeat.

"Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I don't HAVE to be a bitch. It's little fucks like you that bring it out in me, and that's when things and people get broken." She said, justifying herself in a "this hurts me more than it hurts you" type of way.

"Br-broken. . . . Like ed. . .ed. . Edward?" David managed to stammer upon hearing her words. He somehow felt he needed to at least let block C know if the guy was still alive.

"Oh my God! Are the little boys in block C trying to fill your head with that bullshit? That was over two months ago! They need to just get over it. They have their own problems to deal with. You just ask that little prick Sebastian about that!" She finished, inadvertently squeezing David again as she spoke with passion.

"Come to think of it, itty bitty eddy is actually here right now! If you'd like to meet him?" Deziree offered, with a sick grin. David kept his mouth shut and his head down.

"I'm gonna show you!" She said, giddy like a schoolgirl. She placed david on his feet on the reclining chair. He knew he didn't have the strength to stand but he was 100% sure, he felt a touch of magic holding him up.

Deziree stood quickly in all of her sexy glory, her boobs jiggling and bouncing the poor slaves all over the place. They rebounded off of them for a moment before resuming their mindless sucking.

"Ok, here we go!" She said cheerfully as she hooked her fingers into the strings on her generous hips.

"Shit, she was making this Edward guy eat her pussy this entire time!" David though to himself.

He was wrong.

As she did her sexy strip tease for David, he noticed a 4th man he hadn't seen before. This was because he had been trapped under and between her fat butt cheeks this entire time. David didn't know exactly how "being broken" actually worked, but he was fairly certain they still required oxygen. Oxygen that he hadn't seen Deziree give the man since David had been there. A disgusted look of defeat wore on David's face now.

The man had his legs cranked at an even more extreme angle than the rest of the slaves, with them being forced out of the way by the tops of her big cheeks. He was tied in the same manner as the others, but David couldn't see anymore than his waist down as he hung upside down behind her. The rest of his body immediately disappeared between her view dominating ass cheeks as the man was swallowed up like nothing more than a common thong.

As Deziree danced and moved, his tiny body was shook and swayed along with her. For one last display, Deziree twerked, her ass clapping the man. Every single time her buns came together, David could hear bones being crunched. If the magic wasn't there, David would have collapsed just from the pure, dominant, inhumane way this human being was being treated. David felt it in his soul. This was somebodies son, father, husband.

She finally stopped clapping, and began to pull her human panties down, her voluptuous ass on display for David. With some effort, she finally peeled him from between her cheeks. It looked like she was done with the torment as she lowered him, but then with a change of heart, she suddenly snapped them back up, giving herself a wedgie with the man, this time his whole body disappearing verticle in her crack. Deziree laughed as she looked over her shoulder at David's stunned face.


Deziree finished her show with the nastiest butt clench David had seen thus far. Her cheeks relaxed for a second, wobbling free, before they became like boulders, smashing together with despicable force. David heard the crunch, and knew that only a mangled mess of a man, remained in her crack now. Having had her fun, she peeled off the thong, and getting down on knees in front of the recliner, she deposited it in front of David.

He noticed that the man who had been in charge of her vagina, continued to lick nothing but air, a testament to his broken state. His juice covered face lapping endlessly and seemingly without tire. Then he turned his attention to the grim sight that was block C' s friend Edward.

David found the strength to walk to him, and knelt by his side. Edwards whole upper body was a deep shade of red, almost purple. His face looked mashed and swollen. David wasn't sure what he was seeing, but Edwards whole upper body had the look of a squeezed tube of toothpaste. It made David want to puke.

"Edward! . . Edward, can you hear me man!" David tried for a response but got nothing.

"He won't answer. . My obedient little butt boy! That's just a condition of being broken. . . .even when they ARE in better shape." She said, more just explaining than trying to taunt David.

David hadn't known the man, but with everything that had happened in his relatively brief time in this prison, tears welled up and seeing this sent him over the edge.

"Aww, don't cry little guy! His life isn't so bad! It's a pretty fair deal. He keeps my asshole clean and my butt cheeks strong, and in return, I try not to sit on him too hard, or fart on his face too much. It's a win win." She said, this time intentionally driving the point of helplessness home.

David just continued to cry.

"Look, as much as I'd love to comfort you, maybe do a whole big sister thing, I have things I need get done today, so back to your punishment!

Deziree snapped her fingers, and David was teleported to the foot of the recliner. He watched in horror as Deziree casually stood, turned around, and sat her plump butt right on Edward and the other man like they were household seat cushions. She looked David in the eye as she squelched them momentarily, before she twisted on them and brought her feet up.

The magic pinned him down, and all David could do was watch her gargantuan feet hover over him, and the heel of her right foot plant itself squarely on his balls, stomach and chest. He groaned from the weight, but also the burns on his naked body. To his horror, Deziree lifted her other foot, crossing it over and resting it on her set one, doubling the pressure.

"See, that's not so bad huh? If you had been a good little boy, you could have just rubbed and kissed them. I might have even let you hump one. Bust a naughty little nut. But instead you fought me and lost. . . . . You guys always lose. You'd be wise to remember that, so you don't end up like one of these boys here!" She said, squishing her tits together.

"But since you WERE so intent on fighting, you get this. Just a foot rest." She said, wiggling her toes.

"Now," she exclaimed, putting her sunglasses back on. "Just lay there. . . .crispy and crushed."