Chapter 4

“Babe I think we need to talk about this” you shouted at her

“Don’t worry babe, it’ll be fun!” she assured you as she sat down on the edge of the bed, the impact knocking you from your feet  “just imagine you are in the position of one of these lucky little guys” she smiled down at the jar towards the three men who looked upwards in horror “Ok, as you were out a bit longer than planned lets get going shall we!” pointing with her huge digit down at the jar she says “eeny, meeny, miny… moe!” pointing at a guy that happens to not look too different to you “ohhh good choice, me” she grins gleefully wrapping her palm and fingers around him, leaving only his feet and lower legs hanging out of her closed fist. Chuckling, she estimates he is about 3 inches – the same size as her boyfriend ‘how perfect!’. Closing the lid on the makeshift prison containing two more souls, she stuffs it into her bedside table.

“Ok baby, come here and enjoy, ok?” she lifts you up with her free hand and kisses you hard on your face and chest, before bending forward and placing you on the hardwood floor about a meter infront of her. You look forwards, her toes wriggling expectantly, painted a dark blue, thoughts moving to what was about to happen you couldn’t help but get a semi. Smiling “she bends over and drops the selected shrinky from a moderate height. Hitting the ground hard midway between you and your goddess of a girlfriend he groans, sitting up and rubbing his head. Getting his bearings he sees you, rage in his face “this is your fault!” he yells, standing up and sprinting at you, nothing but pure anger in his eyes, you freeze. He gets about half way to you before you hear Sophia “hey, arsehole, leave my beau alone!” as she raises her foot and gently, and nudges him in the back causing him to topple onto his face. Pushing himself up immediately, he screams as he charges at you again, shocking both you and Sophia. Raising her foot again, this time she brings it over him, before dropping it on top of him, smashing him into the ground beneath her arch.

“Babe! Don’t do it, this isn’t you!” you yell, but she either can’t hear you or is choosing to ignore you.

“Try to hurt my boyfriend will you? Bastard!” as she pulls her foot back so the arch of her foot is replaced with the ball, which she pushes down hard and grinds side to side, creating a squeaking noise where her flesh meets the floor. After a few grinds, she lifts her foot gently, the tiny man stuck to her sole. Giggling, she reaches forward and peels the battered guy off with her fingers “hmm I didn’t think of that happening” she pondered “be right back, hun” she blew you a kiss and left the room

You stood on the floor in near shock. Seeing someone want to attack you like that was something you had never experienced before ‘I guess he blames me for this, is he really wrong?’ you thought. Moments later Sophia returned with the red faced shrinky in one hand, and a drinking glass in the other

“Here we go babe, this should help!” she chirped as she lowered the upturned glass onto you “think of it like a protective shield, or whatever those spaceships have” she giggled as she placed the shrinky right infront of you and sat back on the edge of the bed. He immediately ran at the glass, shoulder barging it as hard as he could. The slight ‘ding’ his effort made clearly showed he had no hope of getting through to you. Seeing this Sophia clapped “woo, it worked” causing him to turn and look up at her. As he turned, she lifted her foot and brought it down onto him slowly but consistently, pushing him into the floor. As she had done before she began grinding him as you would a cigarette butt, causing him to groan and squeak in pain.

Pausing mid grind, she removed her foot from the crumpled body and lowered herself down to the floor, legs open, back against the side of the bed bed, displaying her naked crotch to you both. The tiny managed to stand, staring at her glistening pussy, momentarily confused before turning to you and yelling something. The glass muffled what he said, but the look in his face was clear – he blamed you for this. As he started pointing at you and yelling, Sophia made her next move – one neither of you saw coming. She had slowly opened her legs and positioned her feet facing eachother, with the tiny right in the middle. As he approached your glass shield, her feet slam together, not more than a couple of centimetres from the glass you are within, trapping your would-be assailant between her toes. His face and part of his body sticking out from between her deadly peds, a look of pure shock on his face. She starts splaying and scrunching her toes methodically, pulling him between her feet. You see her face over the top of her feet, biting her lower lip and breathing deeply with her eyes half closed, realising she is using her left hand to rub her clit as she begins to roll her feet back and forth over eachother – steamrolling the tiny within. You occasionally see a limb reach out from her deadly trap, trying to grasp freedom before being pulled back into their relentless grind. After a few minutes of this torture, she peels her soles apart slowly, carefully, finally able to see everything you notice the fingers of her right hand are slowly fingering herself, whilst her left is massaging her clit. At first you cant see him, only small patches of blood around her toes and soles, but then you notice him stuck to the sole of her left foot where the ball meets the arch. Slowly she leans forward, removing the fingers of her right hand from her womanhood and pokes him until he falls from her, giggling, you hear her say “well he wasn’t so tough was he now babe?” as her hand retreats back and she continues fingering herself

“Babe please stop this!” you yell, pounding on the barrier. Realising she can’t hear you, you rest your forehead and palms on the glass, defeated.

Unable to hear her partner, she sees your head and hands on the glass appearing to be enamoured by the spectacle “ohhh wanting a closer look are we honey?” mistaking your horror for interest, and with that she places her foot on top of her victim and begins grinding him with her toes into the floor yet again, seemingly trying to break him. As you bang on the glass you realise you have gone hard, ‘no, this isn’t right’ you think to yourself. Sophia sees your salute and this spurs her on, she grasps and lift the defeated tiny with her toes, shaking him back and forth infront of you as you subconsciously start stroking your member. Sophia starts squeezing her victim’s chest between her big and second toes until his face turns deep red and he looks like he’s about to burst. Slightly releasing the pressure, she then grinds her toes up and down against eachother, threatening to snap him in half. Repeating this process a few times she drops him in a heap infront of you. He tries to stand but falls over, breathing deeply clearly in pain, shuddering as she shuffles forward across the floor until her womanhood is right infront of you both. He looks up at her dripping vagina then turns to you, noticing you touching yourself. Before he can say anything he is snatched by her fingers and brought up to her face far, far above you. “I hope you’re ready for this” she purrs in his face before throwing him onto her extended tongue, pulling him past her lips. She starts sucking on his body and bends forwards, looking straight down at you and winks as she sloshes him around her mouth. By this stage your member is rock hard and you’re barely able to contain yourself, she notices this, slurping him into her hand covered in her saliva and without breaking eye contact lowers him to her nether regions. You watch haplessly as she grips him by the legs and uses her right hand to thrust his head and torso into herself, gyrating her hips on the floor and rubbing her clit with her left hand. You lose yourself in the moment and start masturbating furiously, her deep moaning spurring you on. By this point she is holding him by his ankles, her fingertips disappearing within her folds as she pulses him in and out relentlessly. As the tempo of her thrusts increases, her eyes close and she rubs her clit even faster, her deep breathing turning into moans of pleasure. You can’t hold back anymore and spurt your seed onto the glass infront of you, panting deeply.

Almost as if a spell had been broken, you feel instant regret and remorse for the poor guy as you realise what he is unlikely to survive this abuse ‘no this isn’t right! I have to stop this!’ as you start pounding the glass. Sophia hears a light tapping and opening her eyes, looking down, seeing you cheering her on. This brings a smile to her face as she continues pumping her makeshift dildo in and out of her, holding him by his now crushed ankles. After another handful of pumps, she pushes her toy deep inside of her most of her fingers accompanying him as she furiously rubs her clit. After a few moments she shudders, and lets out a thunderous moan as her vaginal muscles clamp down like a vice on her victim. She stops moving her hand but continues gently massaging her clit, enjoying the blissful waves of ecstasy that are sweeping through her entire body ‘oh my god’ she thought ‘why did I never try this before?’

After enjoying the feeling of euphoria, Sophia looks down and pulls her hand and toy from her folds by his crushed ankles and calves, curious to see if he had survived the ordeal. Raising him to eye level she rotates him slowly “hmm looks like he’s still breathing… ah well, he’s done” and lowers him down towards the floor.

By this point you have given up trying to get her attention “oh fuck did she kill him?” you mutter to yourself “please baby don’t do this, its not right”. You see his chest suddenly inflate as he gasps in air, before his face contorts into pain at his crushed ankles, legs, and ribs.

Shuffling back and putting her back against the bed for support, Sophia has her eyes closed in complete bliss, with a smile on her face “well babe” she pants “I hope you’re happy to see that, if you were able to make it on one piece, that could be you” she giggled, thinking on how ending a life for her pleasure was possibly the best feeling she had ever felt. After taking a minute to catch her breath she opened her eyes and saw her toy’s chest rising and falling “aww, poor little guy, I should help him” and with that she snaked her foot forwards, bumping the glass you were in as she gripped him between her big and second toes yet again. “There we go” she stated triumphantly as she lifted the shrinky off the ground and suspended him infront of her boyfriend trapped in a glass.

“Ok babe, you had some fun can we take him to a doctor now!?” You yelled, hoping she would see sense

Unable to hear you, Sophia looked at the poor broken man in between her toes, feeling a small sense of pity “hey little guy, If you want to live, say literally anything” she offered. The only response was a gurgle that came from his chest “Ok then, if you have nothing left to give, then give me one last crunch ok?” she giggled, hoping for some response. When none came she thought ‘ok he is actually done, time to make my beau happy’ as she started to slowly squeeze her toes together like a car crusher. At first there was no real reaction, his body just went a bit stiff as she squeezed, but when she hit a certain point, a fight or flight reflex must have kicked in because he started kicking and flailing like mad. Grinning to herself she kept increasing pressure, then started grinding her toes against eachother, causing his chest to cave in and burst like an overripe grape splattering her toes with blood, snuffing out his existence. Sophia gasped and looked at her trapped boyfriend who was now on his knees, not looking happy at all.