Sandra felt
conflicted. That task which Olivia gave her was the worst she had done, but it
was slightly humiliating.

“I don’t feel sunscreen on them cheeks!” Olivia’s voice
shouted, slightly muffled.

“Sorry, miss!” Sandra quickly scurried over to a small
saucer of Sunscreen and filled her arms with the substance.

Sandra stood on Olivia’s left buttcheek; hot sun overhead,
but the sound of waves and people enjoying themselves nearby. She sighed softly
to herself as she watched a young couple playing in a nearby pool. Their
laughter and playing reminder her of her former freedom and she and Hunter’s
early relationship. The ground shook below her throwing her off balance and
causing her to fall onto the smooth skin.

“If you don’t start working, I’m going to place you in my
crack and go for a bike ride.” Olivia spoke aloud in response to the flexing of
her glute to get Sandra’s attention.

“Yes, miss.” Sandra remained on her knees and began rubbing
Olivia’s already tanned skin with more of the oily lotion.

Olivia had taken herself, Sandra,Tiffany, Mikayla, and
Melissa for a ‘girls’ trip’ to Miami to review her latest asset. The Grace
Resort at Biscayune– yet another feather in her cap leading up to the election
in one month.

“You know, it really is tough running a multi billion-dollar
empire while also engaging in politics.” Olivia purred as Sandra continued to
lotion her ass. Mikayla and Melissa worked on her back. Tiffany oiled her large
legs.

“Oh. No doubt, miss.” Sandra entertained her owner.

“I mean, some people talk about how rough you shrunken folks
have it, but really, it’s not that bad. I mean, your only job is to keep me
happy and that’s pretty easy…Oooh, Sandy, that’s nice continue that.” Olivia’s
monologue went on.

Sandra’s face burned with slight embarrassment as a waitress
arrived just then. The two locked eyes briefly as Sandra rubbed lotion around
Olivia’s butt-crack; the waitress smiled at Olivia who looked away in shame.

“Your Margarita, miss.” She stood above Olivia who motioned
to a chair-side table.

“Place it there.”

The girl stooped down to place the large glass on a large
table, she hovered ever so much to watch the three miniature women work before
turning on her heel; stifled laugher rocked her chest.

Sandra remained in a constant internal struggle. She
practically worshipped Olivia, and by association Jen. They treated her well
compared to Hunter and other miniatures, but it came with its downsides. Such
as her current chore of oiling Olivia’s ass. It was obvious that she was an
object to be used by them, but it made her feel fulfilled; however, she
couldn’t help but think about what her family and friends thought. Pictures of
her between Olivia and Jen’s toes, polishing their nails, and acts such as the
current one had been published on numerous websites.

Sandra rose to grab more lotion and stared at her
surroundings once again. Olivia’s firm body was certainly beach worthy. It
helped that Olivia had a small platoon of people working exclusively on her
diet and physical fitness.

The sound of laughter pulled Sandra’s attention. She noticed
college-aged girls and guys standing across the pool pointing and taking pics
with their phones.  Her face burned with
humiliation as she froze.

“Oh, Sandy. You’re really off your game today…” Olivia
sighed.

Without a chance to explain or beg, Sandra watched Olivia’s
right-hand reach back. It quickly scooped her up.

Olivia maneuvered her hand behind her back and pulled her
bikini thong to the side. Sandra was pushed firmly between her cheeks. She
flexed her glutes as she felt the tiny woman’s body slide into place.

Sandra screamed and attempted to beg for mercy, but it was
useless. Darkness followed as she found herself wedged. The strong smell of
coconut oil and sweat filled the air as the pressure was put on her by Olivia’s
flexed glutes.

Olivia released her hand and snapped her thong back into
place.

“Tiff. Cheeks. Now.” She barked; the smaller woman’s tiny
feet were soon felt on the supple skin.

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Olivia panted. She had followed-up on her threat to Sandra.
Her body covered in sweat. The end of a 20 mile bike approached. Sandra’s body
was abused and beaten. Stuck in the microclimate of Olivia’s ass, Sandra deliriously
licked drops of sweat in hopes of satisfying her thirst.

Olivia took her time walking back to her Miami apartment. She
felt Sandra squirming between her cheeks. Her sweat soaked yoga pants secured
her tiny prisoner.

Sandra was eventually granted freedom.

Olivia peeled her yoga pants down. Her toned quads and
glutes popped in the mirror. Looking down she laughed as Sandra’s body had
stuck to the fabric and was pulled from between her cheeks.

“Good ride?” She asked the tiny woman who looked exhausted.

Sandra looked up at Olivia from the sweaty fabric. Her eyes
burned and muscles aches. She nodded and then smacked her lips.

“Th-thirsty, miss.” She squeaked.

“I imagine.” Olivia replied, uncaring. “Plenty of water
around you.” She motioned to the soaked fabric around Sandra

Sandra wanted to weep, “P-please…” she began to cry

Olivia smiled, “Suck it up, buttercup.”

Defeated, Sandra rolled over and
put her mouth to the fabric. The sucking and retching sounds could be heard by
Olivia who smirked with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, back in Charleston, Jen was hosting a girl’s
night of her own.

Hunter and Steve Yantz screamed as the giant foot descended
from above and landed on them. Their bodies were pressed into the dirt.

“Tough luck, boys.” A voice from above chided as the foot
rubbed into the ground and then lifted.

Hunter and Steve’s bodies lay pressed into the muddy
surface.

“Twenty-Seven points to Lauren!” Jen cheered as she marked a
large white board. A section of Olivia’s backyard was filled with women from
around the Charleston community. A fund-raising event for the Women in Digital
of Charleston Professional Organization; at the expense of the men present.

50 or so women ranging from Charleston professionals to
Olivia’s close group of students all enjoyed the company of around 100 tiny
men.

The current game, “Stomp the Glass Ceiling” was popular
among all attendees. 30 tiny men got a 5-minute head start and each contestant
had 30 seconds to step on them all. Whoever got the most points won a prize.

Hunter was exhausted. For once , though, his small size
proved an advantage. He could get lost in the dirt – all men were tracked with
an RFID tip so there was no danger of them getting lost for real.

Hunter watched as Lauren walked off to a lounge chair; Nate
his brothers were waiting and quickly began licking Lauren’s soles.

“My turn!” another voice all too eagerly announced.

“Oh no. Not her.” Hunter spoke aloud as he watched the next
contest.

The woman was Jen’s sister, Amber. She had actually
introduced the two way back and was heartbroken by the pain Hunter had put her
sister through. She made many threats against Hunter, but all proved
toothless…until now.  

Jen and Amber smiled to one another as they looked at Hunter
at the starting point.

“Ready. Set. Go!” Jen announced and the little men
scattered.

Hunter looked back to see Amber stretching. She was 2 years
older than her sister and 3 inches taller. A former college Track star, Hunter
pleaded for mercy to whatever God or Goddess existed.

5 minutes later, Amber made no effort to look for the other
29 men.

“Left!” “Straight!” Hunter could hear Jen’s voice. “Fucking
cheaters!” He yelled, but the ground around him soon shook.

Amber smiled. She stood with her hands on her hips over
Hunter’s hiding place. A sandcastle constructed for the game. She lifted her
right leg and carefully lowered.

Hunter screamed,“FUCK!” as the sand walls around him came
crumbling down.

Amber watched as the miniscule speck that was Hunter ran. It
was like watching a snail. Though his legs were moving as fast as his heart
could pump blood, to her it was nothing.

Amber lifted her foot and slowly dropped it on Hunter. A
full size 12 crashed down upon him.

Amber stood with her arms crossed and remained where she
was. She couldn’t’ even feel hunter under her foot, but knew he was there.

“TIME!” Jen screamed.

“1 point to Amber!” Jen was excited

Amber moved her foot to see Hunter’s body pressed into the
dirt and reached down and picked him up. She turned and winked to her sister
who winked back.

“Mister Keller. How long has it been, 3 years?” Amber asked
the miniscule being in her grip as she sat down at a lounge chair like
Lauren’s.

“Uh-uhm that’s right, Am-“ Hunter tried to answer, but was
cut-off

“That was rhetorical, idiot. And don’t you dare use my first
name. I’m Miss Newton to you.” Amber’s delight and anger were all rolled
together at having Hunter in his humiliating position.

“Look at you. The great Hunter Keller now reduced to being a
piece in a game under feet. Fitting for Toe Jam…” Amber let her words hang in
the air.

“J-Jen told you about that?” He whimpered.

“Oh. Jen told me everything and the media has done the
rest.” Amber leaned back. “You have no idea how happy this has made my family
after you broke my sister’s heart. Seeing the pictures online of you under
Olivia and her feet. Humiliated in front of a college class. Hell, your wife
falling in love with my sister…” Amber let the words sting.

“I told them how sorry I was…” Hunter sounded morose.

“Oh she told me that, too. How you apologized and said how
you should’ve known  your place. Damn
right you should’ve. Now look at you. Covered in foot sweat and dirt. You
really are toe jam.” Amber’s face hovered over Hunter who stood on her palm.

Jen watched from afar as her sister abused Hunter. She
looked around at the sites and couldn’t help but smile at the misery of the men
around her. Former business owners reduced to pedicurists for college girls.
College guys with a perceived future used as toys by older professional women.

Amber’s derision strengthened, “And it’s going to be oh so
sweet when Olivia becomes Governess. You’re going to see some big changes around
the state; and she’ll win the presidency in 10 years, too…”

Hunter pictured Olivia in the White House with Sandra and Him
on her desk. He shuddered.

“The strong are boiling to the top, little guy. Let’s see how
you’ll do.”

Jen watched as Amber reached down to her feet with Hunter…