Chapter 8 – A Relaxing Evening
“Ah glad you made it
back out!” laughed Clare “where’s the little guy?”
Ellen returned to her
seat and stood over it, spreading her legs “Where do you think?” as she dropped
her butt down onto the chair as hard as she could, gyrating her hips and grinding
herself into it as she felt his body start snapping and crunching “ahhh… there
he goes!” she announced, sitting back and enjoying the feeling of him twitching
between her bum cheeks as he expired.
“Ok so we have four
left in the bowl, one on the roller, one on her left tit” Clare counted
“I think the one on my
boob might be ready to go, I’m pretty sure I just felt something dislocate”
lifting her jumped over her head she revealed the tiny man strapped across her
left nipple, one of his legs pulled into a ridiculous angle. Looking down at him
“Yeh, that leg’s gone – he’s not even screaming any more”
“Truth be told the
foot roller one isn’t doing too great either. I think I got a bit carried away
with the pressure” Amy admitted
“Aww poor little guys”
Hannah smiled “guess they can’t handle real women!”
“Ok, how about you two
finish off the lucky boy strapped to her boob, and we will finish up the foot
roller?” Clare offered and everyone agreed.
Hannah scooted over to
Ellen and sat on her lap facing her, looking down at the tiny toy, almost broken
from his rough treatment, biting her lip in anticipation as she whispered to
him “remember I said you’d maybe get something to make up for the pain…?”
leaning lower “maybe your reward is a quick release from life… or maybe not,
we’ll see how we feel” looking up at Ellen and winking.
Meanwhile Clare leant
forward and went to grab the foot roller, as her hand touched the edge Amy’s
foot came down on her hand pushing it away “just another quick roll?” she
winked
“Greedy-guts!” Clare
laughed “fine! Go ahead!”
Amy quickly located
the tiny man and rolled her slender foot along him once more, enjoying the
feeling of parts of his body pushing into her sole, relieving the stress and
pain from working on her feet all day. After a couple of minutes she removed
her foot and leant down, releasing him from his bonds and lifting him up to the
couch, dropping him between herself on the right of the couch, and Clare on the
left.
Ellen & Hannah
Sitting back in her
chair, Ellen looked at Hannah’s kinky expression “what the heck is going
through your mind right now?” she asked with a smile on her lips
“I don’t know whatever
you mean!” Hannah replied with sarcastic sensitivity “I just want to ensure
this little gentleman gets given a reprieve for being a well behaved boy”
“Uh-huh… that so… what
do you have in mind then?”
Removing herself from
Ellen’s lap, Hannah knelt on the floor and pushed Ellen’s legs apart, allowing
her to get in nice and close, her face hovering right infront of her chest
“Something like this maybe” she grinned before licking her lips and leaning in,
planting a big wet kiss on the tiny man’s face. Rather than releasing, she
instead started sucking until he began twitching, the air being sucked from his
lungs. Feeling him start to go limp, Hannah released her lips allowing him to
gasp in much needed air “there we go, you look much more awake now!” she
clapped. Leaning back in, she licked his crotch bringing his member to
attention despite his pained groans.
Flicking him with her
tongue a bit more, Hannah leant in and locked his entire crotch between her
lips, using suction and her dexterous tongue to quickly excite him, making him
temporarily forget the pain he was in. Moaning lightly she took small breaks to
speak to him.
“Mmm, you like that?”
moving back and slurping his member into her mouth, sucking gently
“Yeh, you’re so big
for such a little guy” licking the length of his body from his feet to his head
“I bet you’re load is
going to taste soooooo good” using her tongue to rub his balls gently
Moving her left hand
up Ellen’s body, she started rubbing the nipple of Ellen’s right breast through
the bra, hoping this would have the desired effect.
“You’ve been so well
behaved since your little outburst earlier” planting kisses all over his chest
and crotch
“You deserve
everything you’re about to get” puckering her lips and sucking his shaft into
her mouth, her tongue lapping at the tip as she pumped her head to give a
miniature blowjob.
Ellen’s right nipple
had turned hard from the rubbing, so Hannah took her left hand and started
gently rubbing around the outside of Ellen’s left breast. After a few rubs the
nipple began to harden, once again pushing into the lower back of the tiny man causing
him to bend forwards and groan in pain. As the nipple hardened his body pushed
further and further out but Hannah didn’t let up. Continuing to slurp his
member into her mouth she moaned at him “Yeh come on… cum before you snap… you
know you want to… give it to me” intensifying her sucking and licking on his
shaft until he began twitching in anticipation.
“Yeh that’s it… I’m
not such a bitch am I? Like you yelled at me earlier huh, naughty boy”. Locking
her lips around his crotch Hannah sucked harder and harder until he spasmed and
blew a load into her mouth, gasping in pleasure.
As soon as Hannah felt
him about to blow she sprung her trap, grabbing the fabric on either side of
him and pulling it hard, instantly popping his remaining limbs from their sockets
even as he was ejaculating into her mouth, causing his moans of pleasure to
change to screams of pure agony.
Pulling away Hannah
giggled at his tortured state “teach you to be mean to me earlier!” as Ellen
laughed
“Wow!” Ellen said
through a shocked expression “remind me not to piss you off!” she laughed as
the tiny man continued yelling in pain. Leaning down she deftly released the
clasps holding his arms and legs, dropping him into Hannah’s waiting hand
“See… that’s what you
get for being nasty!” Hannah spat down at him “I hope this is slow…” raising
him above her open mouth as she stuck her tongue out, dropping him onto the
waiting platform. Pulling her tongue in she slurped his body into her maw,
closing her lips and positioning his broken body at the back of her throat.
Tilting her head back she swallowed, sending him down towards her stomach,
alive and screaming.
Clare & Amy
Dropping the battered man between them, Clare
and Amy were caught off guard when he sprung up and sprinted towards the edge
of the couch, momentarily taken aback by his rapid move.
Fortunately Amy was
quick on the mark and raised her right foot from the floor up over the couch,
and slammed it down on top of him just as he was about to reach the edge “not
really sure he thought that one through all the way” she giggled “Clever
though… making out he was injured and hoping to escape… too bad buddy” as she
ground her foot into him a bit, just to teach him a lesson.
Clare reached forwards
and snaked her hand beneath Amy’s toes, gripping the 2-inch man by the leg and
pulling him from under the slender sole. Holding him upside down between them
she looked at him with a hurt expression “Aww… you mean you aren’t enjoying
being our little foot slave? But you felt sooooo good” she smiled at him “you
took so much stress off of both of us, shame you had to ruin all that good work
by trying to run…” letting go of his leg and sending him crashing into the
couch below.
Clare and Amy
repositioned themselves so they were both lying back against their respective
couch arms, their legs stretched out forming a small arena where the man was
still lying on his back, trying to catch his breath, being winded by the
impact.
Clare moved her right
foot and prodded him with her big toe, rolling him over onto his front before
lowering the giant digit onto the back of his head, pushing it down into the
couch “come on, where’s that fighting spirit gone?” she mocked him, twisting
her foot slightly to grind his face down into the fabric.
Realising he would
asphyxiate, his fight or flight instinct kicked in, fuelling him with
adrenaline as he started thrashing trying to free himself.
“Ahhh that’s better”
Amy giggled down at him as Clare removed her toe from him allowing him to jump
up, head whipping around as he reviewed his surroundings – realising he was
trapped.
Sitting up a bit, the
girls clinked their glasses together, celebrating a fun filled night so far.
“Ok, I reckon we play around with him until he breaks” Clare suggested
carelessly “then maybe grab one or two of the remaining ones and go to the
spare bedroom”
Amy’s face lit up
“Ohhh sounds like you have this all planned out… maybe I’m not that kind of
girl” smiling cheekily
“Maybe… maybe not… I
guess we will have to see” snaking her right foot slowly towards the tiny man
from behind whilst his attention was on Amy, she snatched him around the waist
with her big and second toes causing him to scream and thrash around as she
lifted him into the air. Stretching her leg forwards, the black painted nails
with their prey approaching Amy’s chest.
Amy raised her hand
and cupped Clare’s heel, pulling the pointed foot even closer, keeping eye
contact with the tiny man who was still flailing around. Sticking her tongue
out and leaning forwards, she poked her tongue between Clare’s toes trying to
lick the tiny man, but his flailing kept putting her off. Frowning at him she
looked up at Clare “would you mind asking him to stop moving?”
Grinning, Clare spoke
down to the tiny man “Hey now… don’t come loose! Let me hold you a bit more
securely” and with that she tilted her foot downwards and scrunched her toes
together, getting tighter and tighter as her foot continued its movement.
Looking at the tiny
man’s struggles begin to cease from the increased pressure, Amy giggled “See
little guy, if you do what we say, this will go much easier for you” laughing
as his face turned red and his struggles ceased, his body trapped between the
toes acting as a hydraulic press on his mid-section. Leaning in once again, Amy
winked at Clare signalling to release the tension and stuck her tongue between
the digits, running up from his ankles to his face, prodding his shaft briefly
and bringing it to attention before laughing and sitting back.
“Let me guess, even
through all that he’s excited?” Clare asked grinning seductively at Amy
“Yep! Typical man”
lowering Clare’s foot gently down to the couch, reaching to the bottle of wine
on the coffee table and topping up their glasses, passing one to Clare.
Drinking and giggling, the pair began playing with the tiny man between their
feet.
Clare loosened her
grip on the man slightly as Amy’s right foot approached, her slender toes
splayed apart as she grabbed him around the chest and squeezed, pulling her
foot to the side attempting to remove him from Clare’s grip. Playing tug of war
with the tiny, the girls giggled at his pained facial expressions, until Amy
finally won and pulled him from Clare’s grasp, raising her leg into the air and
straightening it, flicking him around and cheering at her victory. Not having
any of this, Clare brought both her feet up and slammed them into either side
of Amy’s, pulling her foot down to the couch, putting her left foot on top and
pinning it in place, her right toes snaked in and grabbed him by the legs,
tugging him back away from Amy, laughing at her as she dragged the man on his
back across the fabric.
Amy’s left foot
slammed down on the tiny man’s upper body and preventing him being dragged
further, scrunching her toes around she pinned his left arm between her 4th
and 3rd toes, and his right arm between her 1st and 2nd,
pushing his face up into the ball of her foot, squeezing hard and pulling him
towards her his legs popping out from under Clare’s arch. Raising her foot with
her sole exposed towards Clare, the tiny man’s body hung freely, his arms still
pinned by the massive digits, the ball of Amy’s foot now resting behind his
head. Grinning, Clare leant forwards until her huge brown eyes were inches from
him, puckered her lips and planted a kiss on his chest, hovering for a moment
before retreating again. Knowing Ellen was someone well prepared she looked
under the coffee table and saw what she was shopping to find, a jar of
moisturiser which she grabbed and twisted the lid off. Sticking her fingers in,
she brought a dollop up and rubbed it across the tiny man’s front, before
sliding her fingers around his back and applying it there also. Sitting back
she looked at the tiny man covered in lotion “Might aswell make him useful”
glancing up at Amy and smiling.
“Couldn’t agree more!”
smiling as she scrunched her toes, threatening to snap his arms and causing him
to scream, eliciting a giggle from Clare who raised her right foot and slowly
brought it towards the tiny man’s face.
Hovering her foot
infront of Amy’s for a moment, Clare pushed forwards, sandwiching the tiny man
between their soles, pinning him in place and enjoying his panicked squirms.
Both girls feeling tingles shooting up their body, they begin twisting and
grinding their feet against one another, spreading the lotion on both of them
and feeling his rigid body pushing into the knots in their muscles, relieving
the stress that had built up. Smiling as she felt his member spring to
attention, Clare lowered her foot and pressed her ball up against his crotch,
splaying her toes out and stretching the leathery skin as she ground her foot
feeling his member up against her as he gasped at the sensation. Not wanting
him to get off quickly, Clare used her toes to grab his legs and pulled him
towards her until his body was pulled taught between the two feet. Giggling,
the girls pulled their feet apart, stretching him and causing him to scream,
before Amy suddenly spread her toes and released his arms, causing him to drop
and his back to splat into Clare’s sole, suspended upside down. Wriggling her
toes in anticipation Amy slammed her foot into Clare’s grinding him between the
arches of their feet.
Enjoying the feeling
for a minute, Clare indicated she wanted to spread the lotion to their other
feet, splaying her toes, the tiny man was now only held in place by the
pressure of the feet pushing into eachother, gravity slowly taking hold as he
slipped through the fleshy walls until he arrived at their heels which pushed
together, compressing his chest and forcing the air from his lungs as his head
and arms dangled below. Releasing their heels, the tiny man crashed once more
into the couch, the soft fabric absorbing some of the impact but still leaving
him dazed.
Clare pulled her feet
together around the tiny man with her soles facing eachother, bringing them
together and trapping him between the ball of her left foot and the arch of her
right, giggling as she started rubbing the soles against eachother. The tiny
man was pulled back and forth across the soles, the wrinkled and hard sections
battering his body as he gave up and stopped trying to resist, feeling them
squeeze tightly together before dropping him as he was snatched up by Clare’s
hand.
Amy had extended her
right foot out and placed it in Clare’s lap, lying back and waiting for
attention which soon came. Clare grabbed the tiny man by the hips and planted
him into the arch of Amy’s foot, pushing her thumb into his back and forcing
him up and down her arch. Amy splayed and scrunched her toes, feeling his body
working into all the creases and making her let out small, contented moans. Amy
felt Clare grip his body and work it around her heel, up the outside edge of
her foot, across the ball, and even pushed his body between her toes, splaying
them apart one by one. As she rubbed his body across the webbing between her
big and second toes Amy squeeze and released, feeling his body slow and speed
up as she altered resistances, smiling at the sensation and closing her eyes.
Feeling Clare lift his body from the crevice, she opened her eyes, seeing Clare
grasp his shaft with her fingers and pumping it gently, turning him rock hard
before dropping him onto the couch by Amy’s left foot once more. Positioning
her left foot behind him, she pushed him into Amy’s arch with her ball, forcing
his face into her wrinkled sole, making eye contact with Amy and winking as
they began grinding their feet together, battering and squeezing him, his limps
flailing as he tried to free himself.
Giggling at his plight
for a minute, Amy leant forwards and grabbed the man by his arms, once more
pinning them between her big and second toes, leaving him dangling infront of
the ball of her foot, holding him facing away from her, Clare nodded as they
both lowered their heels to the fabric. Clare understood and moved her foot
closer, wriggling her toes as their feet connected, using her toes she squeezed
his shaft which was still rock hard eliciting a slight moan from him. Smiling
at him she began pumping the massive digits, the lotion providing lubrication
for him and quickly bringing him to the edge. His entire body went rigid for a
moment before spasming as he shot his load between her toes, spurting an
impressive distance down the top of her foot. Increasing her pressure but
decreasing the speed, she milked him for all he was worth, until she was
satisfied he was completely spent, looking up at Amy and winking. With their
heels still on the couch, Clare brought her toes up until they aligned with
Amy’s, pushing forwards until the tips connected, the tiny man’s chest and head
stuck between the balls of their feet, smothered by Clare’s skin. Unable to
breathe he started thrashing his legs which were suspended in the air, trying
desperately to free himself, suspecting his end was near.
Amy and Clare kept
their toes connected as they pulled their heels away from eachother until the
tops of their feet were horizontal, with heavy pressure between their toes and
the balls of their feet. Not missing a heartbeat they began pushing into
eachother, feeling the man’s frantic thrashing turn into pure panic as his head
and chest were compressed between them. Leaning forwards, the girls held
eachother’s hands, holding eye contact as they pushed their feet cruelly
together and started grinding, crushing the tiny man’s chest to start with, his
head somehow remaining intact but as the pressure increased they felt this soon
give out with a loud – CRACK – peeling their feet apart, Clare caught the
remains of his body before it hit the couch, and dumped it unceremoniously back
into the bowl with the remaining four men who started screaming at the sight.