I walked in the door, tossed my junk on the bench, and kicked off my shoes. “Hey, I’m home, what’s for dinner tonight? Not fucking meatloaf again, right? Honey?”

“In the kitchen honey.” Her voice was flat, the routine we’d been in for a while now. As long as she had dinner ready in the next half hour, I couldn’t care less. I worked all day, I deserved to come home to a good meal. She worked from home now, but it was some bullshit remote admin job, not that hard. 

“Honey, you know I like to have it ready as soon as I walk in the door, did you get distracted today? It’s really not that much to-“ my words died in my throat when I walked into the kitchen and saw her standing there. She had her back against the stove and was wearing an incredibly lacy, black lingerie, her midriff bare but wonderful strappy things crisscrossing the top to the bottom. The top and bottom were see through, lacy affairs with a semi-translucent black rose pattern in spots, giving me a glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy and her nipples poking out behind a few petals. Her hair was up, exposing her lovely, elegant neck, wrapped on a lacy black choker that matched the garter belt around her left thigh. She wore no nylons or socks, but I saw her toes gripping the floor, painted a perfect shiny black to match her outfit and fingernails. She’d even done her face up, the makeup not too heavy but still noticeable black eyeshadow and dark black lipstick accentuating her luscious lips. She hadn’t looked this hot in ages, and my jaw dropped cartoonishly as one hand flew to my chest to stop my heart from punching through my ribs. 

“Uh.. I.. uh, s-so, um.. what, what’s the occasion, honey?” I stammered, dumbfounded, wracking my brain for a special occasion I could have forgotten. I was certain I wasn’t missing anything, and confident in that, I cleared my throat and continued, “Is this just a reward for your wonderful husband, to show some appreciation for once?”

Her gave me a demure smile, and then turned around to grab something, exposing her marvelous ass as the lingerie rode between her cheeks containing an ass so fantastic I’d forgotten how I used to live with my face buried in it. She turned back around with a plated brownie in hand, one lit candle flickering up from the center. “I’m celebrating. Go ahead and blow out the candle and I’ll tell you what this is for.”

I scoffed a bit, confused but accepting, then stepped forward and blew out the candle without fanfare, then taking a big bite of the brownie. I chewed through it, and it was surprisingly bitter, tasking more like a dark chocolate than the fudge I preferred, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment with a criticism. “So, do I get a—“

I stopped, as my head started spinning wildly, and I felt my heart speed up, accelerating enough that I thought I was having a heart attack, or a stroke. Panic came over me and I started falling forward into her, looking up at her face for help. Her stare back at me was one of cruel disdain, and I looked up at her, confused, as her face continued to rise while I fell to the ground. I fell all the way to her feet, looking up at her form silhouetted against the kitchen lights, and then my vision went black. 

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I gasped myself awake and then shivered, cold air over every bit of my body that wasn’t already touching the chilly tile floor. I slowly peeled myself from the ground and then yanked my hips upwards when I felt cold on the tip of my dick. Was I naked? Why? I looked down and confirmed my bare body was against the cool tile, and then looked around in confusion. I was in the kitchen, on the floor, but.. even as I stood and raised myself, I was.. eye level with the.. maybe the bottom of the cabinets? Wildly I looked around and then my eyes locked on a familiar pair of legs. I tilted my head up and suddenly she came into focus, leaned back cooly on the counter, nonchalant but watching me closely. The image of a cat watching a mouse popped into mind. 

She was tall. Too tall. My eyeline met maybe the middle of her shin at my full height. She was huge! No, wait, obviously we were still inside. I was.. small? How? I turned around and saw the clothes I’d been in kicked to the side in a pile behind me, and then I heard her voice filling the kitchen, booming, deep, but unmistakably Her. 

“Time to tell you what I’m celebrating. Freedom. From what, you ask, my puny little husband? You, of course. This is what happens next. You are going to spend the rest of your life under my foot for DARING to try and keep me under your thumb. And that life will be filled with pain, the same way you stole all the joy from mine.”

As she spoke, she began slowly stalking across the kitchen towards me. I felt maybe a foot tall at best, and fell back on my ass, scooting away from her as her steps drew closer. She was prowling so carefully, clearly savoring the power she had over me, but I could still feel the vibration of each step she took as her feet impacted the kitchen. I watched her exaggerated steps in horror, as she took care to show me each sole as stepped heel first, then rolled the rest of her foot forwards, as if she was pressing all the toothpaste out of a tube with her foot. I gulped and felt terrified that I might be that tube shortly. 

“Wh-wait, darling, I, we can work on this together, I, I didn’t, what did I do to deserve this, how, how did you, what’s happening, why are you doing this to me?” I was pleading up at her, desperate to make my case and avoid whatever fate she had planned for me, but she continued forward, a vicious smile sprouting on her lips. 

“Oh, your voice is so high and tiny, it’s pathetic, my dear husband. In fact, it’s cute to watch you beg and whimper. Maybe the cutest you’ve been since we got married. You’ll be begging for much, much more here soon. I’ve got so much planned for you, but most of all, I can’t wait to crush your tiny, pitiful body into nothing under my foot. I’m going to feel every bone in your body, crackle, snap and shatter beneath my foot, and I’m going to keep twisting and grinding until there’s nothing left of you but a disgusting red smear. But don’t you worry. I’m going to squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of you before I put you in your final resting place.”

She was standing over me, giddy with power as I looked up at her in terror. Then one foot lifted over me and I saw her big grin before she lowered it onto me, pushing my flaming arms away and lining me against the floor. I was just big enough for my own feet to poke out behind her heel while my cheeks were pressed between her toes, eyes just barely beyond. I looked up at her, screaming for her to let me go, and crying at my imminent demise.

I could practically hear her purring to herself, and then she pressed into me and slid her foot sideways, pulling painfully on my skin and then pinning my right arm down. I squirmed and tried to pull my arm from under her, but I had a better chance of lifting a car than moving her foot, and when my arm slipped ever so slightly, she pushed down harder and I felt something in my arm creak as I screamed in pain. “Stop squirming like an insect, unless you want me to treat you like one.”

The menace in her voice was thick and heavy, freezing my blood and body in place, and I laid there, looking up at her in fear. The Cheshire Cat grin on her face only made me shake in fear under her, and I whimpered some more, “Please, let’s talk, I’ll be better, it will be better, we’ll be better! I’ll do anything!”

I had no understanding of the depths of her hate until I looked up at her face and saw utter and complete loathing in her eyes. I had never seen such utter contempt on any face in my entire life, and the fact that I was the object of that contempt weighed on me almost as much as her foot had.

“You’re already going to do anything I want. And do you know what I want right now?” She was almost spitting the words at me, venomous and cruel. “I want to hear you scream.”

Her foot pressed through my arm to the floor, and the resounding snap I heard and felt was drowned out by my scream at the pain that shot up my flattened arm and radiated fiery bolts of lighting through my shoulder to the rest of my body. I could form no words or sounds other than that of agony, but her voice still cut through everything, “Good. The first of many.”

The pain intensified suddenly as her foot started twisting slowly, and I could hear the bones in my arm continue to crunch and snap before that sound gave way to something more gritty sounding as her weight pulverized it completely. I was still desperately trying to pull myself away, but enough flesh was still connected that pulling only served to spike my pain more. I knew I’d never use that arm again, and fully expected it to be amputated, imagining what the remains looked like in between the skull-wracking pain.

My wild flailing was stopped by the toes of her other foot pushing my good arm back and down, and then suddenly I was flat on my back, arms wide, one creaking under the pressure of her foot while she continued twisting and grinding the mangled remains of the other into a pulpy mush. My watery, bloodshot eyes looked up at her, still screaming, pleading for some form of mercy. It would not be delivered, but her face grew huge in my sight as she dropped herself into a squat, up on the balls of her feet as she hovered over me. The redistribution of her weight splattered my other arm beneath that sole in a series of quick, violent crunches, and I screamed more as the pain from one arm that had been beyond my understanding, beyond anything in my life until moments ago, until that pain was suddenly overshadowed with the destruction of my other arm. I was broken, heaving deep, sobbing screams, blubbering between her soles, helpless before her. I saw bits of my viscera oozing up between her toes, which flexed and wiggled in support of her squat. She spoke down to me, huskily whispering, “This is the hottest you’ve looked in years. And it’s only going to get better. Let’s go ahead and show you the surprise.”

She stood, and twisted both her feet sharply once more to elicit fresh sobs, and then stepped off of the disfigured remains of my arms. She stood there, looking down at me with excitement, at least that’s the best guess I had through my tear-filled, pain-tinged sight. My arms had gone cold at this point, fire and pain still pulsing from my shoulders into the rest of my body, but I knew that every bone in those had been splattered and shattered beyond repair. I turned my head to my left, tears dripping and snot dribbling down my face, and finally saw the damage she had done. The twisting and grinding had wrenched what was left of my arm into a broken S shape, and in the spots that I could see past the shredded and ruptured muscles and torn flakes of skin, I saw shards of bone, crushed into splinters, the hands completely squashed into bloody slush. I could not stop my full body spasms of pain and sobbing, and then I felt deep and utter terror radiate from my heart into the rest of my body. My “arm” twitched, and then I watched in shaky horror as the flesh started knitting itself back together, some of the blood slurping up from the floor, as my body began knitting itself back together. The process unfortunately repaired my demolished nerves, and my screaming continued unabated as the pain expanded, my body drenched in cold sweat.

I was writhing on the ground when I became dimly aware of her shadow falling over me, crouched once more, watching my agony and, I imagined, savoring every second of it. “And there’s the surprise. Your life is completely. Under. My. Control. I own you, in every sense of the word, and there is nothing you can do about it. And only I say when your service to me is finished. I wasn’t lying earlier. I am going to end your pathetic little life under my foot, eventually. But before then, I’m going to crush you, many, many, times. I’m going to inflict every horrific torture on you that you could possibly conceive of. And eventually, when I’m bored of you, you’ll meet your fate. I expect you to beg for death eventually, but I am your God now, and your God will ignore your prayer for death until she has been thoroughly satisfied.” She stood up again, and while everything in me wanted to get up and run, do anything to escape from her, my arms had not fully knit themselves back together, and any other movement caused the horrible pain to blossom anew. 

She raised her foot over me, doom overhead, and spoke. “Now, let’s see how long it takes for you to recover from this.”

Her bare heel rocketed downwards, a meteor bringing extinction, and I barely felt it impact my stomach, instantly crushing my spine against the hard floor. The last thing I saw was a geyser of blood spout from my mouth as I felt my ribs shatter like matchsticks, guts spewing from the exploding remains of my torso. My vision went black, and the world became nothing but the feel of every nerve I had screaming in the darkness. Pain.

I awoke with a sputtering gasp, warm, slick blood pooled around my body. I screamed at the memory of pain immediately, and then her voice echoed all around me. “That took you just under five minutes. Good to know for next time.”

I sat up, eyes trying to focus, and then I saw one leg in front of me, her huge foot flat on the ground. I followed her leg up with my eye, and saw her other leg cocked back behind her as she leaned slightly forward over me, gaze laser focused on my form. I understood what was coming an instant before it happened, and her leg rocketed forward, cutting me off mid-scream as her toes slammed into my chest, crushing just-repaired ribs and covering the top of her foot in a bloody spray from my mouth. I was sent tumbling through the air, crashing into the wall and then crumpled to the ground.

I coughed, blood splatters spreading with each ragged mouthful of air, sharp shards of ribs spiking my tortured lungs. Her footsteps approached, ominous and slow, and I gasped up at her, clutching my ribs, “Why? What did I do to deserve this?”

“Abuse takes many forms,” she started, steps creeping closer, “You never hit me, because I’m sure you knew I would leave right away. But you were controlling, never giving me privacy but demanding your own, and you were cruel, putting me down any time I was excited or happy about any little thing, but most of all, you made me feel small. Worthless. Now I’m returning the favor, and I’m going to make sure you feel small and pathetic, like you truly are. Now, run.”

Her feet had stopped right in front of me as I had barely gotten to my feet, and the vitriol in that final word spurred me to a shambling sprint away from her. I took maybe three steps before I felt an impact crush several of my ribs and send me slamming right back into the wall, snapping my head back with enough force I could hear the crack echo in my teeth. My vision was blurry and dull, from either the pain, a concussion, or probably both, and I crumpled back to the floor coughing blood, feeling my shattered ribcage carry the shape of her foot where she’d kicked me, again. 

Her feet were right in front of me now, my unfocused eyes barely able to comprehend, and I started crawling, sobbing and sniffling, towards her. I pressed my lips against her big toe and kissed loudly, begging her to make it stop.

“Please, I’ll do anything—make this stop, you don’t—you don’t have to do—this to me, I understand, I can’t—can’t handle any more! Please—forgive me, I had—no idea—you felt so bad, please—let me make it up to you! I’m begging you—please!”

I planted wet, sloppy kisses between my words, stroking her toes gently, anything I could do to humble myself before her and be sincere and make it all stop. I heard a click above me, and looked up to see her phone pointed at me, her smiling as she took a picture of me kissing her feet. 

She typed something into her phone, and said, “You’re already making it up to me. This is where you belong, begging at my feet. It’s where you’ve always belonged.”

She suddenly squatted down, lowering herself, casting a heavy shadow over me. I didn’t stop kissing, and even threw in desperate licks to show my subservience, and she taunted me in a low rumble, “One day, probably one day soon, you’ll beg me to crush you under the feet you’re begging at now. And you’ll beg me, not because you want me to kill you, but because you’ll see it as an honor to be ground into paste under me. And on that day, when I’m being cruel to you, I’ll do so by denying you the pleasure of splattering under my soles. But until then, until you are desperate to die beneath me, over and over again, I’ll show you where you truly belong. Now. Keep licking.”

I obeyed, terrified to my core about what the future held, and I couldn’t stop my body from shaking when I focused on the fact that she’d already killed me once, and brought me back. I had no escape from her. I begged with my lips, touching her skin as she flexed her toes up and spent a moment just watching me squirm at her feet. 

A few moments later I felt her fingers, thicker than my arms, wrap around my torso and pull me to her face as she stood up. She held me tightly in front of her, eyes studying my face, and she gave me a smile that conveyed all the horrors she planned to inflict on me. I think the panic showed on my face, because her smile only grew and her eyes burned into me as she began slowly squeezing my tortured ribs, compressing my lungs as I flailed in her grip. I could feel the ribs that hadn’t quite healed yet crack and shift over each other, scraping together inside me in a pain I never would have imagined before now, and I let out more sharp, staccato cries of pain as she flexed. I heard her sharp nasal exhale of amusement, and then her expression shifted, first to one of a sudden thought, and then to a toothy, malicious grin. 

She adjusted her grip, snaking the fingers of one hand around my thighs, just below my hips, and then the other moved slightly up my chest, pinning my arms to my sides and leaving the lower part of my stomach uncovered. I didn’t understand what was happening until she was holding me horizontally in front of her. The edge of her palm came just past my chin, and I peered at her eyes as she studied her grip and then looked right at my face. She said nothing, but just slightly raised her eyebrows as she started to bend me, first causing my muscles to strain in protest, and then my joints insisting they not be stretched in that direction. As pressure mounted, my spine fought back as fiercely as it could. I felt it creak, and crack, and then things start to slip out of pace as she slowly applied the torque, as if she was determined to make my thighs lay flat against my back, and I screamed in pain and wiggled my feet, the only movement I was capable of in her grip. The pressure continued, and I felt as if I would snap into two pieces, a clean break like the frail branch of a tree, and then she looked me dead in my eyes and spoke. 

“It’s nice to see you bending over backwards for me, for a change.”

She smirked at her cruel little joke, and then the pressure spiked, and my body lurched with a crunch, several things snapping all at once and then the backs of my shoulders were touching ankles that I could no longer feel. Half of my body was numb, cold and lost to all sensation, the other half was screaming fire, lamenting with its own pain and the pain of its silent brother. 

She turned me in one hand and held me in front of her face, my new posture giving me an upside-down view and making her appear unrecognizable and monstrous. 

“This is a good look for you,” she said, baring her teeth at me joyfully, and then I saw her other hand move and I felt the pressure of a leg being pulled on above my hips, the sensation below gone completely. 

“Can you feel this?” She said, and then I turned my head and saw her finger dig into my leg from the peripheral of my sight. I felt nothing, but heard the slick sound of her nail puncturing skin and a tiny burst of blood squirt from the fresh gash. I hadn’t stopped yelling and begging and crying the entire time, but the pain, or lack thereof,  didn’t cause me to scream in any new way, and she noticed. I saw again as her other hand reached and grabbed, and then I heard the disgusting crack of my bones breaking, and felt the vibration of the incident once more above my leg, but the bones she broke sent no signal to my brain, all dark below my hips. 

She smiled big, and dropped me to the ground, more things cracking and crunching on impact. I had not a moment to rest, as she inched her toes under me and flicked me away from her, rolling to a crumple several yards away from her, relative to me at least. I could feel blood dripping from my mouth and flowing from various cuts as I lay there, staring at the feet that had already murdered me once, her big toe the size of my skull. Those same toes wiggled happily in front of me and then I heard the voice that had once said ‘I do’ so sweetly to me tell me, “Crawl to my toes and worship, worm.” 

My body felt like it was full of broken shards of glass, but I reached out and began dragging myself forwards with my arms, legs scraping uselessly behind. An eternity later, slowly dragging myself between cries of agony, rolling side to side in a feeble attempt to gain extra millimeters with each pull. I was nearly there, a few good lurches away, when some of the feeling in my legs returned, and while the first signals they sent were only pain, I forced them to move just a bit, and push me forward to her just that much faster. 

Above me, she tutted, and then took one step forward, planting both feet right in front of me. I kissed desperately, hoping for a small measure of approval, and she said, “I’m glad you’re learning your place. But you’ll have to crawl again.”

She lifted one foot and I felt her place her strong heel on the small of my back. Panic sweat erupted from my body and I kissed and licked the toes of her other foot manically in an attempt to avoid whatever was next. 

“Worms don’t get to use their legs.”

With scary precision, she pressed her bare heel down into me and twisted sharply. I felt my healing spine separate and crush under her weight, and my legs went dark once more as I whimpered through the fire erupting in my back. 

She removed her foot, and unceremoniously kicked me backwards again, past where I’d started from previously. 

“Crawl, worm, and make it to your God before your legs heal. I can play this game with you all day.”

Tears were flowing down my face and I began again, the frenzied energy propelling me forward faster and more recklessly than before, causing myself more jagged pain at the cost of speed. I made it nearly to her, just a few brutal pulls away when I felt sensation start to return to my legs. I let my legs dangle behind me, hoping to hide the fact, and closed the gap, leaning forward and planting tear-stained kisses on her fragrant toes, the dull, thick smell of her feet mixed with the coppery boos leaking from my body and dried onto her punishing soles. 

She hummed thoughtfully, and then asked, “Do you have feeling in your legs yet, worm?”

I shook my head back and forth, practically motorboating the space between her toes as I prayed she wouldn’t notice my lie. 

“I guess I’ll have to check.”

My blood ran cold as one foot lifted from in front of me and then I felt her heel rest directly on my ankle. I prepared myself for the unstoppable hydraulic press of her weight, but instead, her foot violently jerked into the air, and then slammed back down on both of my battered legs, fresh crackling crushed from both as blood splashed out in a red spray. I bit through my own tongue hiding the pain, and rubbed bloody kisses on her foot to hide it, feeling the mangled muscles and tendons of my legs mash under her as she slowly ground her foot into me. 

“Look up at your God.”

I craned my neck backwards, fearfully meeting her skeptical gaze as she twisted her foot, watching me carefully for any reaction. I hid the pain behind my fear and tears, and waited for her verdict. 

She stared so long I was certain she knew the truth, but then she huffed, and said, “What do you say when I grant you the privilege of kissing my feet, worm.”

I could taste the disappointment in her voice and held it as a small victory in my heart before I answered, mush-mouthed without my healing tongue, “Sthank-you, Gobbess.”

She looked down at me, hopefully attributing my slurred speech to my sobbing, and then said, “You will refer to me as your God. To you, there is no one above me. I am not a woman to you. I am your God. The closest thing to a Goddess you will ever have is my feet. And if I ever feel like using your pathetic body to pleasure myself, my cunt. They will be your Goddesses, but I, I am your God. Do you understand?”

Terrified, exactly like an Israelite looking at the burning bush, I was terrified beyond belief. I felt the truth in her words, and said back to her, “I understand, God.”

She smiled down at me, and then used her toes to flip me onto my back. She pushed down enough to ensure my discomfort and let it stay there, soaking in the power. She got out her phone and took another photo with a click, and then smiled at her phone. 

“Let me show you what you look like on the inside,” she said, flicking through some pictures and leaning down, popping a rib or two and making me feel like she would push my guts out of my mouth. She bent over, and watched my face with glee as she exposed her phone to me and made me look at my stomped form from earlier, her heel print clear where it had nearly bisected me, slamming flat against the floor below. My guts had sprayed in a starburst in every direction, and a jet of blood had burst from my eyes, but also my ears and behind my eyes, which were wide open in a frozen expression of pain and terror. She swiped her screen and showed me another photo of her toes poking and prodding at the shredded part of my guts, pulling a torn bit of intestine from my remains. I wanted to puke, staring at the visceral reminder of my death, and my resurrection, and looking past the phone to her face, I saw she was absolutely reveling in my misery, a schoolgirl playing with her favorite toy. She flipped a few more times and showed me the most recent picture of me sloppily kissing her foot, exposing me to how pathetic I looked down there, brutally beaten and smashed, bruised naked body looking incomparably frail next to her powerful foot. 

“I finally have pictures of who you really are.”

Her teeth were shining, white and menacing in her predatory smile down at me, and she pulled her phone back to her face and stood, keeping me pinned underfoot. She fiddled with her phone for another moment and said to me, “I wonder what will be more fun ultimately, breaking your body or your spirit. In the meantime.. let’s show my friends your new position in life.”

I heard the ringing of a video call, and squirmed, panicking at the idea that someone else had helped her do this to me. Who else could hate me so much? 

She smiled, big and happy at her phone, and said, “It’s done girls! I no longer have a husband, and now have a fun new toy to play with! I’ve broken him in a little already, but there’s still plenty left to do. I’ll be sure to save some for you two. For now, how about you take a look at my new slave!” 

She turned the phone to me and on screen I saw her two best friends, cheering enthusiastically. Aly, a fiery little woman who, despite being maybe 5’2” herself, was a cop, with a reputation for being particularly aggressive with males, and Neely, a tall blonde who was an ICU nurse, one of the most considerate people I’ve met. Aly I understood being in on.. this, and I thought whatever was happening to me might even have been her idea, and she convinced my wife to do this, turned her against me, but Neely.. Neely was the only one of my wife’s friends that I liked. She was sweet and bubbly, and hot, and I couldn’t believe that the both of them were on this screen, cheering as they watched my broken form kiss at my wife’s foot as it pinned me to the floor. 

Aly spoke up first, “Oh my god Char, he looks so fucking pathetic down there, this is definitely where he was meant to be. I can’t wait to watch it all in person, take videos for us until then!”

Neely was right behind, “I am so glad you actually used everything I gave you, Charlotte. Both of you deserve this, and I’m very proud of you for taking such a big.. step!” She laughed at her little joke and there was happy agreement between the three of them as they continued talking. 

Then I heard Aly say, “Any chance we could see it in action? I know Neely here has done this before, but it’s my first time and I just can’t wait till tomorrow to see it in person!”

My wife said, “Oh, I’d love to give you a little demonstration, girls.” She looked past her phone down at me, and said, “How about it, worm, are you ready to die for your God again?”

I wailed and kissed at her foot as I squirmed futilely beneath her. 

She laughed loudly, and turned the phone to show her friends as she said, “Well ready or not, here I come!”

Charlotte looked down at me, beginning the show for her friends as she slowly started increasing the pressure. I had mostly healed during the conversation with her friends, and so I could feel freshly repaired bones bend and crack as she pushed into me. Her toes dug and flexed as she slowly twisted deeper into me, like I was a shoe she was lazily forcing her foot into. I felt more bones crack and pop, and could feel my organs inside push against each other, away from the ever-growing pressure. I shrieked, but soon no air was left for screams and my mouth gasped pointlessly like a fish on dry land as I felt like the veins in my head would explode from my face. The pressure never lessened, only steadily increasing, as if a crane was lowering a building on me, and I felt my shoulders start to push away from my spine as the pressure build directly in the center of my chest. 

“God, it’s so brutal, I can’t wait to see how he comes back from this!” Aly was watching, and my bulging eyes barely recognized it was her speaking on the screen, heartbeat too loud in my ears. “I hope his stupid fucking eyes pop out of his head before his guts come out of his mouth!”

While she cheered, Neely clapped and encouraged my wife, telling her, “I loooove doing it slow, the buildup is almost the best part, and then when it all happens at once, ugh, fantastic. I’m so happy you finally get to experience this with him! We’ll have to compare notes once you’ve had more time to break him!”

The words would have worried me if every fiber of my being wasn’t focused on keeping my insides inside of me, as my body became a jamboree of little groans, cracks, pops and crunches. The force was impossible for me to comprehend, and every muscle I had straining at maximum effort moved it as much as I could move a mountain. Her foot thrust in more and I felt the ribs bend past the breaking point and then snap one of the other in succession, each sound followed by more shots of pain as her foot sank into me. Blood was looking in my mouth and oozing from the corners, and I was vaguely aware of some “oohs” and “aahs” from the spectators. One murmured, “That’s so fucking hot” though I was too distressed to know who. 

My watery eyes could barely see an inch in front of me, but just then the screen was lowered even more, providing the viewers with a very intimate perspective and I could see the two of them, watching me die with rapt intent. 

Charlotte’s sole pushed even more through my body and I felt my clavicles snap and spread, my shoulders detached from my spine as they moved away from the force. Then I felt the tipping point, the pressure build up of my organs with nowhere to go as they tried to escape the unyielding weight, and suddenly, violently I felt my innards rush up my throat and blood and viscera erupted from me like a volcanic geyser of gore, the power of it cracking my jaw wide open. It felt as if my very esophagus turned inside out and fled my body, and I wasn’t sure if my heart was in my body or out of it now, wondering why the pain hadn’t stopped, and how the human body could sustain such horrors. 

My wife’s foot pushed more, now easily mushing through the rest of my torso and crushing my spine flat into bony dust flat against the floor, and somewhere I heard Aly say, “Damn. I really thought his eyes would pop out of his head first. See if you can make it happen anyways!”

The impossible weight twisted back and forth, my murderer now grinding her foot in as more of my guts spewed from my mouth in weak spurts, my cheeks split and jaw dangling in whimpering gurgles between expulsions. Then my sides finally gave way and the guys that couldn’t escape from my mouth rushed from the torn skin, fleeing from these new exits as her sole made firm contact with the floor where they used to be. 

Aly whined and then Charlotte said, “Relax, I’ll make sure his eyes pop out, just for you.”

The bloody foot lifted from the remains of my chest cavity and her toes pushed my head to the side. I could feel everything but move nothing other than my eyes, and I think she pushed carelessly enough that my spine snapped, again, a small mercy that cut off the horrible cacophony of pain below my neck. There was still plenty of pain above that though, and I saw her shadow move from my peripheral and then felt the weight of her heel rest squarely on the side of my skull. After everything that had happened, some part of this gentle weight felt.. adjacent to pleasant, almost comforting. Her phone was placed on the floor in front of me, providing front row seats to her friends, and then the feeling of almost comfort vanished and was replaced by horrifying pressure as the inevitable began. 

I heard the bits of my skull that connected my jaw crunch almost immediately, my shattered jawbone dangling free while my entrails hung from the mangled mouth. Creaks and cracks and crunches echoed off the inside of my skull, and I heard the watchers happily gasp at each new sound. 

“Oh my gosh, they’re bulging out so much! He looks like a cartoon! It looks so fun, can I try tomorrow?” Aly was practically jumping with joy as she watched my skull slowly flatten under my wife’s strong heel. 

“Oh sure, you can flatten him all day tomorrow!” My wife was very nonchalant about it, and I didn’t think I’d be able to hear her at all if I couldn’t feel the vibrations from her heel pushing her voice directly into my head. “Maybe we’ll have a little competition or something, best crush, or most painful or—“

“Or who makes him cry the most.” Neely finished, and the woman who I’d thought was the friendliest of the bunch revealed how much pain she wanted to cause. “There are some other things I want to do to him, I’ll tell you when we come over tomorrow.”

My wife’s laughter made her heel bounce up and down a bit, and with the accompanying crunches I felt my cheekbones start to crack and my skull begin to cave in. 

“Sounds like fun. In the meantime, is everyone ready?”

I knew the little sounds of my bones cracking were the preamble to the imminent collapse of the last unbroken bits of me, but I was more concerned with the mounting pressure I felt inside. I could feel the pressure on my brain and sinus cavity now, and it felt like a balloon was slowly being inflated inside of my skull, pushing my eyes forward in their sockets. The feeling was disgusting, and had I been capable of a sneeze at the moment, I’m sure my eyes would have flown out in a cartoonish gorey spray. 

The devil must have heard me, and I felt the pressure balloon inside my skull and then heard the sound of a cork popping. My vision split, and one eye could suddenly see the ground, while the other was still looking at the faces on the screen in front of me, one stringy bundle of nerves dangling in sight. My left eye had popped out of my head, and was dangling in front of my right eye, still attached by a stringy, wet bundle of nerves, dripping blood that was slowly pooling around the expelled eye. The good eye could barely make out the mean faces on screen laughing at my pain, and cheering for what would be next. Cruelly, the pressure lessened for a moment, and I got the sense she stopped pressing down on me to get a bit of her look herself, bending back to look at my brutalized form, frozen in a mutilated open-mouthed scream, before the weight re-settled on me. 

Without fanfare or warning, my skull collapsed completely, her heel crashing down and compressing bone and brains in a gorey, sloppy spray of blood and gray matter. The ridges of her heels crushed the remains of my brain, squishing my brain to the shape of her sole. 

The next thing I felt was the blinding pain of regaining all my senses, as I felt bits and pieces of me grow anew or shift back into place with horrific grinding crunches.

Bright light flooded my reforming head, and above hung a huge hand holding a phone, camera pointed at me. I heard mumbling I couldn’t understand, and then, like fine-tuning a radio, words stepped out from the noise. 

“…long time, but still short enough that I can enjoy destroying him over and over again. And oh, I’m going to. You girls are gonna love it tomorrow. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling, physically, and like, emotionally, or spiritually. I really do feel powerful, it’s incredible. I can’t believe I didn’t do this ages ago.”

I heard Neely respond to my wife, “Oh trust me, I know. It’s why I was pushing for this since we met! I knew it’d only make your life so much better. Aly, we’ve got to get you a man to do this too, trust me.”

“I am soooo excited for tomorrow! I’ll bring all sorts of shoes too, we can have a dress-up party too where your little slave serves as the runway!”

“We’ll have so much fun tomorrow, I can’t wait for you girls to come over! And again, thank you so much for helping set this up. You both have made my life so much better by being in it, and the fun we’ll have tomorrow is just going to be a tiny part of how I could repay you.”

As my jaw popped back into place and my eyes approached their former fullness, Aly broke me again, with just a few sentences. “So, for the fake disappearance, we’ve already had his car taken, and it’ll be crashed into a tree somewhere off-road, where it will also catch fire, and burn the body we put in there into an unrecognizable charred corpse. All you have to do is identify the body, probably with the wedding ring or something, and voila! No divorce, a life insurance payout for you, and a fresh start! It’s good to be a cop sometimes, glad I could help a good woman for once.”

I screamed from the ground, suddenly realizing that I would never have a normal life again. She would never let me return to the real world. I was doomed to suffer under her until she decided I was done suffering. I knew she’d already told me exactly that, but I thought I might be able to get back in her good graces, but this.. this was permanent. This was a thought-out plan, that they’d definitely had for a while. The last time I’d seen these two at a party, they’d been laughing and giggling. At the time I’d been annoyed by it, and told them to cut it out, and suddenly Aly’s response flared into my own hazy memory. 

“Don’t worry Eric, you won’t have to deal with us much longer.”

Fuck. They probably already knew then, and now I’m here on the ground, dying again and again under my psychotic wife’s foot.

My scream was cut short with an annoyed glance down as the phone lifted to her ear and she moved her foot over me, covering my face and smothering my screams as she continued talking. 

I could barely hear, but from the rest of the conversation, I gathered that they had indeed been planning this for months. They were coaching her on what she’d have to do and say, and how she’d have to act once they found my body, putting fine points on the art of feigning grief. At the end, she thanked them, told them she couldn’t wait for tomorrow, but she had to have some more “private time” with her ex-husband now, and she moved her foot just off of me to smirk down as she said ex. Then she lowered the phone to me, and told me, “Say goodbye to your other Goddesses, slave! They’re excited to use you tomorrow.”

I gurgled out a sad, “Goodbye.. Goddess Aly and Goddess Neely,” mumbling through a not-quite-healed jawbone, and they said horrible things back to me. 

Aly started with, “I can’t wait to be the one to make your stupid little guts come out. When I do it, I’m going to see if I can make it all explode out of your ass, worm!”

She was cackling maniacally as Neely said her goodbye, “I’ll see you tomorrow, insect, and I’ll make sure your beautiful ex-wife never runs out of ideas for you, don’t you worry.” Her smile was cold-blooded, and I feared her more than anyone, until I looked past the phone and saw the joyful hatred on Charlotte’s face. 

She hung up, and stared down at me in silence for a long time, nudging my body with her toes as it healed and I sobbed. Occasionally she sliced her toenail into me just to watch fresh blood spill. I felt her dig it in and cute between two ribs, and cried in pain as she pressed in and wiggled, popping the ribs out of place. She kept that nail in me, lightly flicking her toe as she spoke down to me, clearly enjoying my pain.

“I’m sure you noticed that I referred to you as my ex-husband. I don’t mean it in the sense that refers to divorce. I mean it in the way that you used to be my husband, but now you are my thing. My property. An object for me to use, and abuse, however I see fit. To discard and throw away if I want. I want you to remember that. Remember that you are NOTHING to me now, except whatever I want at the moment. Your purpose is to suffer and die, as many times as I feel like making you suffer, and die. You should only ever have one thought in your mind from now on. ‘How can I serve my God now?’ Every moment of every day for the rest of your miserable life should be that question.”

She smiled down at me, a grin that would scare the Devil plastered on her face. She was leaning over, when she got a curious look on her face, and told me, “And now I’ve just gotten an idea for the next way you will suffer for me.”

Her fingers snapped, and everything warped around me for a moment, and then she planted her bare foot in the center of my chest. I looked down through my tears and realized that now her heel covered my crotch and her toes were pressing against my throat, and I’d grown to maybe two feet tall. Still pitiful and weak compared to her, but bigger than before. 

“You’re not going to like it, and that makes it just so much better.”

She smiled, I screamed.