THE POLL RESULTS ARE IN!

Admittedly I set the poll up poorly, but it was enough to see you mostly wanted foot related stuff, so I made that main aspect. I added some extra, but you'll see, I tried to appease as many of the poll voters possible.
Gentle had 55% majority, and sadistic had 20% majority, so I added both but toned down the sadistic aspect a little until the end.
Footplay and unaware dominated the polls, so they are both added.
Crush, humiliation and torture came in a close second, so added those also

As for entrapment and footwear, I see you were the close third technically, but unfortunately the style of this chapter didn't fit this theme, so I will keep these in mind for a future chapter I promise!

The vore is here for a reason, but cannot spoil, you'll see soon enough.

Since you people couldn't follow directions xD Blaire was the most popular name request.... Ugh... So to meet you in the middle I named her Claire instead and gave her red hair, YOU ARE WELCOME! <3

I immensely enjoyed all of the incredible ideas and details you guys added in your requests. I did not expect that at all, the questions were actually intended for the detailed lengths you gave me, so I apologize I couldn't
include them in this chapter because unfortunately it ties into the plot. It did give me some ideas, so the next poll I'll try and make for a special bonus chapter to better fit some of the great interests I saw in the poll!

Without further adieu, enjoy the chapter!

Volume II

Chapter 14

Jacob’s Nightmares: The Sole Problem

A loud knocking could be heard from the front door, as Camilla shuffled down the stairs and quickly reached for the handle to open the door. Her friend Claire smiled brightly as her friend opened the door, a dirty grin on her face as excitement filled her spirits.

“Claire! It’s about time I’ve been waiting all day for you to get here! Did you bring yours?”

Claire, a redheaded woman with a voluptuous figure and innocent appearance. Unlike her sadistic and cruel friend, Camilla, Claire was a gentle spirit in nature and not one to engage in violent tendencies. After finally managing to purchase a shrunken person of her own, a terrified and obedient woman, she simply had to hook up with Camilla so the two could have a bit of fun.

“Of course I brought her! Take a look!” Claire spread apart her cleavage, revealing the shrunken victim that she’d purchased on the black market for a steep price. The tiny woman had a frightened expression, short blonde hair and chocolate eyes. Being rather thin, she had a fragile appearance as she shivered between the massive breasts of her captor.

“Perfect,” Camilla cooed. “Let’s go to the living room, my parents are on a work vacation and we have the entire mansion to ourselves!”

As Camilla led Claire into the house, she withheld a dirty secret from Claire. Ever since her first victim, Alicia Portman, of whom was brutally crushed beneath the sole of Camilla before the cruel giantess mercilessly chewed her head into mashed pulp and devoured her crushed corpse; it was all the young woman could think about as she continued to purchase many more shrunken toys for various sadistic pleasures.

One thing that Camilla was interested in now was finding a way to get her innocent friend, Claire, to unknowingly torment yet another shrunken purchase that Camilla didn’t tell Claire about. As the evil brat led Claire into the living room, her eyes peered down at the floor as a wicked smile spread across her lips.

Rodney, that was the name of the young man who Camilla had recently bought from the black market. Using duck tape and double siding it, she stuck Rodney on his back into the carpet floor of the living room. The man was thin and scrawny, weak compared to other victims that Camilla had used and humiliated before murdering in cold blood. As she led Claire into the living room, she ensured that the path of Claire’s now barefeet would pass over the bound man, in yet another cruel pleasure that Camilla sought to enact upon him.

Having taken her flats off, Claire revealed her slim and petite feet. Her nails were painted neon colors, her smooth soles slapping against the hardwood floor until they entered the living room. Claire was completely and wholly unaware that Camilla had a toy of her own, who happened to be taped to the carpet floor as the oblivious woman followed behind Camilla closely.

Struggling to shout, as his mouth had been taped over also to ensure that he couldn’t ruin Camilla’s sadistic plan, was forced to watch helplessly as the colossal sized women headed in his direction. Camilla was the first to approach him, as his muffled screams were all but silenced by the tape as the giantess’ sock-clad feet loomed above him as Camilla made sure to walk over the young man.

As she did so, she glanced down at him with a piercing gaze of undeniable satisfaction. Those eyes were evil, Rodney knew this, as Camilla couldn’t help but reveal all of the fates of her previous victims to dishearten and break the man’s spirit. The bottom of her socks hovered over his body before passing over him, as he saw the remnants of all the crushed and obliterated crumbs and dirt that stuck to the bottom of her socked foot.

It was a terrifying thought, to be crushed by the disgusting and smelly feet of a sadistic and evil woman. Though relieved to see that Camilla had spared him and walked over him, it was not known what her true plan had been. As the floor shook and boomed around him, the heavy footsteps of these two giantess’ walking into the living room, Rodney realized that Claire wasn’t even paying attention to where she stepped. As he craned his neck painfully, the neon colored toes of Claire were heading straight for him.

Ironically, the young man had a raging foot fetish. Before he had been kidnapped and shrunk along with his girlfriend, the two would often engage in dirty footplay. Rodney loved sucking his girlfriend’s toes clean, slurping and sucking each individual appendage and making sure to clean it free of sweat and grime. The dirtier her feet were, the sexier it felt for Rodney. Now this new woman, Claire, was about to give him the opportunity that most men often dreamt of. The only problem was Rodney didn’t want to die, and he was certain the full weight of this redheaded goddess would no doubt annihilate his very existence.

As Claire lifted her right foot and began to take her next step, Rodney screamed and shouted through muffled tones, the shadow of Claire’s looming sole blocking out the light as the darkness threatened to swallow him whole and through. It was insanity for Rodney, watching the skyscraper sized calves of this beauty lifting her truck sized foot into the air as it began to hang directly over his body where Camilla had taped him to the floor.

Struggling in vain to shift and move, he was unable to escape. Making out the etches in her sole from the slight wrinkles on the bottom of her foot, Rodney wondered if this would be the way he succumbed to death. Would it have been his beloved girlfriend, perhaps Rodney could accept this fate at the soles of his girlfriend’s feet. However, he did not wish to die beneath the foot of a rich asshole, especially one who was oblivious to his position entirely.

Crumbs fell from Claire’s foot, which was otherwise spotless and clean if Camilla’s floors weren’t so dirty from the party she had the other night. Despite Claire having small feet for a woman, to Rodney they were incredibly large and threatening. The shadow growing ever larger, Claire’s foot came crashing down into Rodney’s body as the woman applied the maximum pressure as she did with every footstep. Rodney’s entire body began to crack and break, pain shooting throughout his entire body as Claire unceremoniously slammed her sole into his body.

“Ew!” Claire felt her barefoot step on something squishy, as she began to grind her foot into the carpet. “What the fuck Camilla, is your house infested with bugs or something?”

“What is it?” Camilla asked rhetorically, her evil grin widening as she was happy to learn that Claire had exceeded her expectations.

Rodney was in a hellscape, the slightly wrinkled sole of Claire grinding into his body heartlessly. Her fragranced feet, which smelled of lavender lotion, intoxicated him as he felt his body being aggressively grinded into the carpet. The skin of her foot pressed into his lips, forcing them apart as he was getting a firsthand taste of Claire’s foot flesh. Sobbing silently and miserably, it was all the young man could do but to imagine how cruel this fate would be.

Rodney had always loved feet, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be murdered in such a cruel way. After being tortured with needles and hot wax for hours, Camilla had finally gotten him to unveil all of his dirty kinks. It was this revelation that gave Camilla this idea to begin with, using Rodney’s fetishes against him to further break his mind and spirit. As Claire finally relented, her foot lifted as the man watched the sole of her foot lifting high into the air above him.

“What the hell!?” Claire was shocked at first, she had no idea that Rodney was on the carpet. “Oh no! Camilla! I accidentally stepped on him! I’m so sorry!”

“That was hot as fuck!” Camilla exclaimed, reaching down to peel Rodney from tape. “That couldn’t have worked out any better! You put your full weight onto him! Fucking hell, haha!”

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Claire frowned, not amused by Camilla’s cruelty.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Camilla retorted playfully, lifting Rodney into the air and grasping him tightly in her hand. “Besides, this little twerp has a foot fetish, I bet he loved every second of you crushing him!”

Claire looked into Rodney’s eyes, feeling sorry for him. “Is that true little guy? You have a foot fetish?”

Rodney had tears in his eyes, but as he gazed up at Camilla, she gave him a stern expression. Knowing better than to go against her demands, it was clear she wanted him to go along with it. Hoping this would lead to his survival, it was the only thing he could do in his own mind. Looking back at Claire, Rodney nodded hesitantly to answer the woman’s question.

“See? He loves your small, stinky feet!” Camilla chirped, planting her phat ass on the couch and kicking her feet up onto the coffee table.

“They are not stinky, you jerk!” Claire pouted, also sitting beside Camilla as she scrunched her toes between the carpet fibers. “My feet always smell amazing! You know how much care I put into them…”

“So is this your first one?” Camilla gestured towards the small woman between Claire’s boobs.

“Yeah, she was a little scared at first, but she’s starting to warm up to me!” Claire reached between her boobs and plucked the small woman from her bosom.

Cate, the name of this short and blonde haired woman. Similar to Rodney, she had been shrunk and kidnapped alongside her boyfriend. While Rodney never learned the fate of his girlfriend, Cate had been forced to watch her boyfriend get swallowed alive in front of her. The two had initially been bought together, an older woman in her sixties then swallowed him alive while masturbating by using Cate as a dildo. However, instead of eating her also, she was gifted to Claire who was supposedly the woman’s granddaughter.

“My evil grandmother ate her boyfriend, she’s been sad ever since,” Claire revealed. “I feel bad, but she’s slowly accepting her fate! I promised to treat her kindly, always! She is so adorable sometimes!”

“Fucking weirdo,” Camilla teased. “You treat it like a hamster, what a fucking waste!”

“Hey! She’s mine, I’ll treat her as I see fit!” Claire gently put Cate against her chest, hugging her tightly to express her gentle love. While Cate was relieved to be in the hands of someone more gentle, it was still heartbreaking that her life had essentially come to an end. After watching her boyfriend's brutal death, she had forever since been unable to cope with this new reality, and rarely spoke if at all.

“I didn’t invite you over to play tea with the tinies,” Camilla retorted, leaning forward to remove her socks one by one while holding Rodney in her free hand. “Have you ever had them worship your feet before? It’s super hot! Makes me feel like a goddess!”

“I haven’t, isn’t that kinda gross? They’re feet after all…” Claire seemed reluctant.

“Not for this one! He loves feet! Just needs a bit of motivation is all,” Camilla spread her diving toes, which were now painted a dark and vibrant orange color. Wiggling her toes some more, she then leaned forward again and placed Rodney onto the coffee table.

“Watch this,” Camilla cooed, as Claire gulped nervously while looking over at the tiny man as he turned and promptly attempted to run away.

“He’s running, Camilla!” Claire panicked.

“All part of the fun,” Camilla cooed, shifting her left foot and immediately slamming it into Rodney.

The man felt her toes striking him in the back, as he fell forward and face planted into the glass of the table's surface. Then, her toes came down on top of him. His head was squished between her big and second toe, the ball of her foot over the rest of his body as she pinned him in place. Struggling in vain, Camilla giggled heartedly as she felt the man squirming under her foot, his head tickling the inside of her toes.

“That’s so mean!” Claire pouted. “You’re going to hurt him!”

“So? You’re such a princess I swear to God,” Camilla chuckled with sadistic glee. She began squeezing her toes together, putting Rodney in even further torment.

The flesh of her toes engulfed his entire head, the pressure feeling as if two buildings made of jello were threatening to pop his skull like a grape. His face was twisted in two ways, hardly able to breathe as Camilla began to rub her toes up and down all over his head and face. Then she began to cradle her foot back and forth, as he felt his body being grinded into the table and also the bottom of her dirty and smelly foot.

To make matters worse for Rodney, a small rock that had been lodged into the ball of her foot had come loose and was now being inadvertently grinded into his back. It was beyond humiliating, a mere piece of grime that Camilla mistakenly stepped on was now mistakenly adding to the torment of her victim. The bratty, snot nosed cunt didn’t even realize the tiny, insignificant pebble had been stuck to the bottom of her foot at all. She had no idea that as she cradled and grinded her foot into Rodney, that she was also cramming this rock directly into the back and into his spine.

As her toes continued to rub and press against his face, coating him in her filth and grime that accrued over the course of time as Camilla walked around barefoot, his screams were all but silenced as she tortured him without a single ounce of remorse. Claire watched this in horror, and looked down to see that Cate was also horrified and equally petrified at the act being done before them.

Looking up at Claire, Cate revealed that her face had flushed red, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head violently. Claire felt sick to her stomach, never would she put her beloved pet in such a precarious and dangerous position. It would break her heart if she accidentally injured or killed Cate, she had nothing but better intentions for the tiny woman, despite her own cluelessness to the humanity that was in the palm of her hand.

“This is so fucking hot,” Camilla cooed, finally lifting her foot off of Rodney and using her big toe to knock him across the table and over towards Claire’s side of the table. “Your turn, I want to see him at your feet you cute little ginger!”

“W-what!?” Claire blushed. “I don’t want to torment him! Haven’t you put him through enough already?”

Camilla rolled her eyes, growing annoyed at the insane kindness of her rich and clueless friend. “For fucks sake, you don’t have to be rough if you don’t want to. I want to see you cup both of your feet around him, do it for me? I get off to this shit.”

Despite not wanting to hurt Rodney any further, Claire couldn’t deny that she wondered if the young man enjoyed it. After all, if he had a foot fetish, perhaps she was being too harsh on Camilla. Reluctantly lifting her feet onto the table, she leaned forward to the edge of the couch, holding Cate carefully as she positioned her feet in a way that surrounded Rodney as the young man painfully attempted to stand to his feet.

“P-please…” Rodney begged, his entire body shaking violently in pain as his lower back felt broken. “D-don’t… K-kill me… Please…”

“I don’t know Camilla…” Claire started to feel bad.

“Just take it easy, fuck, it’s not that hard!” Camilla was growing annoyed, had she known that Claire would be this morally nauseating, she’d have considered inviting a different friend over. Claire had the hottest feet of any woman that Camilla knew, and unknown to Claire, Camilla had developed a foot fetish of her own. She loved watching tiny victims at the feet of others, including herself, but had been most interested to see Claire’s feet above anyone else.

Feeling the anger in Camilla’s voice, Claire obliged her. Bringing the soles of her feet together slowly, Rodney watched the wall of foot flesh surrounded him on both sides. Despite being gentle, he still felt the pressure as he was now cupped between Claire’s massive feet. Despite them being smaller and more petite than Camilla’s, it was still unnerving and terrifying to know that either of these young women could end his life in an instant should they simply apply enough pressure with their feet to crush him like a diminutive toy soldier.

It was like that scene out of Toy Story, when the woman left the kitchen and mistakenly stepped on one of the toy soldiers. His crumpled body flattened into the floor, before she kicked him aside heartlessly and without mercy. Rodney placed each of his hands against each of Claire’s wrinkled feet, her toes curling forward to press against each other as her heels also came together. Gently squeezed and trapped between Claire’s beautiful and aromatic feet, the redheaded giantess smiled gently at him as she slowly began to rub her feet together, back and forth, as gently as she could.

“Okay I admit… This feels kind of nice!” Claire felt nervous, she had never done something like this before. The kinkiest she ever got with Cate was shoving the woman between her boobs.

Rodney felt sick to his stomach, his body being twirled around back and forth as Claire rubbed her feet together. After being barefoot and walking through the house for only a brief moment, the redhead had gathered some dirt and grime from the dirty floors of the rich Camilla’s mansion. In turn, Claire was now adding even more dirt and crumbs to the poor man’s now disgusting and coated body. His tiny figure felt good against Claire’s petite feet, and admittedly she began to feel slightly turned on, despite also feeling a bit remorseful for his humiliation.

“I bet you like that don’t you, you suck little pervert?” Camilla buckled with laughter. “Now lick her feet you dirty little fuck! Or I’ll put you back in my panties, at the back door just like earlier!”

Rodney was stricken with terror, remembering the previous torture he had experienced at Camilla’s hands. Like a frightened dog trained to comply through violence, Rodney wasted no time in cooperating. It was becoming ever clear that his reality was solidified, this would be his life now, comply with Camilla's cruelty or perish in the most unimaginable way possible.

Sobbing with humiliation and guilt, feeling as though he was cheating on his beloved girlfriend, Rodney began to lap away at the smooth feet of Claire. The woman was shocked, as she watched him lick her foot repeatedly. It felt like a tiny, slimy appendage poking away at her foot. It was hard to believe he was licking it at all, but suddenly this power she had over Rodney really began to eat away at her consciousness. Loosening the pressure of her feet a little, Rodney slipped further between them, but continued to lick and lick at the grime on her foot.

“He seems really obedient…” Claire commented, still feeling the itty bitty tongue going to work at her divine feet.

“I trained him well,” Camilla declared proudly. “I may end up keeping him alive, we’ll see. I find that after about a week they start to get suicidal. Once that happens it’s almost impossible to get them trained properly.”

“Oh…” Claire was disturbed to hear this, but didn’t say anything further.

“So what do you think?” Camilla asked seductively. “Pretty hot, huh? Having a cute little fucktoy licking away at your sexy feet? Are you feeling powerful?”

“I bet she is,” spoke the voice of someone that was certainly not Claire.

The two women were startled, as Claire pulled her feet off the table immediately before looking across the room in horror. Rodney was accidentally shoved across the table, rolling several times before landing flat on his back painfully. Camilla stood to her feet, a surprised but angry expression on her face upon realizing there was a random, young man standing across the living room and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“What the hell!?” Camilla shouted. “Who the fuck are you!?”

“Camilla… Who is that?” Claire was nervous, it was obvious that Camilla was not expecting other company, and she felt a knot in her gut.

“You can call me Alec,” the man responded as he stood off the wall and slowly began to approach the two women. “Camilla, isn’t it? And Claire?”

“What the fuck?” Camilla had never seen this man before in her life. “Who are you? Are you from that stupid organization or whatever? Did you fucking dox me!?”

“Camilla… Maybe you should calm down…” Claire could sense something was wrong, very wrong. Cate looked at Alec from afar, still firmly in Claire’s grasp.

“Fuck that shit! Get out of my house you douche bag!” Camilla stormed over to Alec, ready to shove him out of her mansion. This was quickly determined to be a poor decision, as Camilla got up in Alec’s face, his arm snapped forward instantly as his fingers gripped her throat violently.

“Ahhhhhh!” Claire screamed, lunging to her feet and making a run for the front door. Despite Camilla being subdued, the terrified redhead instinctively ran away upon realizing that Alec was not a friend at all, but someone with ill intent towards them both.

“Stop running,” Alec ordered, as Camilla desperately grasped at his grip in vain while struggling to breathe.

Upon hearing the command of Alec, Claire felt her legs shake violently as her mind reeled. Despite wanting to run out of the mansion and back to her car, for some reason, her body forced her to a grinding halt. It was beyond surreal, everything in her mind told her to run, she wanted to run actually. But the moment Alec ordered her to stop running, her body obeyed him, which sent chills up Claire’s spine.

“Good girl,” Alec smiled deviously. “Now come here, and place Cate on the table on your way over.”

Turning around, Claire was horrified to realize that her body had become possessed. Against her own will, her legs began to carry her forward, as she passed the coffee table after placing Cate down beside the battered and confused Rodney. Both of the shrunken victims exchanged odd glances, absolutely shocked and uncertain of this bizarre and sudden change of their situation.

As Claire walked up to Alec, he nodded with approval. “Splendid, now we can truly begin the fun. That is what you two met here for, isn’t it? To torture and abuse those unable to defend themselves?”

“We… I…” Claire couldn’t find the words to say, feeling powerless against this mysterious and seemingly powerful man that had infiltrated Camilla’s mansion.

“Do you remember your first, Camilla?” Alec turned to gaze into her frightened eyes. For the first time in this brat’s life, fear gripped her severely. He was beyond strong, his grip so tight she felt as if he could crush her throat like a twig.

“It was Alicia, that was the name of the young woman whose life you brutally took from this special world,” Alec continued. “While she pleaded for her life, you relentlessly crushed her beneath your foot, before chewing her alive like some kind of demented animal you heartless fuck.”

Lifting Camilla off the floor, the bratty woman kicked her legs and violently struggled to fight against his grip on her throat. Her efforts were futile, his strength was beyond comprehension.

“Do you remember what her last and final wish was?” Alec mentioned. 

“Moments before you crushed her skull between your teeth, do you know what her final words were? She hoped that one day you’d meet a similar fate. That you would suffer as she did, and that vengeance would one day claim you as her life ended in the slimy and disgusting maw that is your dirty, whore mouth. I bet you don’t even remember, you pathetic and sorry excuse for a human being. You fucking disgust me, both of you, I can smell the stench of evil. It permeates your soul like a plague, a rotten disease that continues to spread in this corrupt and sickening plane of existence. It makes me want to puke.”

“Please,” Claire began to plead. “Take them both! We’ll never buy another shrunken person ever again! Please! Just let us go!”

“Silence!” Alec demanded, and suddenly Claire realized she was unable to speak. Despite her attempts, her body disallowed her from using her voice any longer, and Claire was uncertain as to how this was even possible.

It seemed that anytime Alec made a command, Claire was forced to obey him against her will. It was a nefarious ability, one Claire failed to understand or resist. Camilla also realized this, surprised to see that Claire appeared to be at the servitude of Alec’s every command.

“It’s time for your judgment,” Alec revealed to Camilla. “Although yours will be different from how I normally enact judgment. I think it’s fitting you get a taste of your own medicine, don’t you? After all, you get off to this don’t you? You get off to torment and sadistic acts? Unless of course you only like to perform those acts yourself, but that would make you selfish, wouldn’t it?”

Then, in the blink of an eye, Claire and Camilla were horrified when the bratty woman suddenly shrank to half an inch in size. It was instant, there was hardly any time to blink. Her clothes fell to the floor, the now naked and shivering Camilla grasped in the hand of Alec Carlisle.

“Holy shit…” Camilla’s eyes opened wide in disbelief and terror, fear causing her heart to race violently as she looked at her new and enlarged surroundings. The green and piercing eyes of Carlisle penetrated her very soul, and finally realizing that her predicament was indeed serious, her once bratty and rebellious attitude turned to that of fear and silence as she looked up at Claire with sorrowful eyes.

Claire wanted to scream, she couldn’t believe that any of this was real, she had just watched this man shrink Camilla in the blink of an eye. Wanting to say something, she was still unable to speak as her body continued to obey this stranger. It was clear he was not human, at least he didn’t appear to be. Possessing some form of powers beyond comprehension, Claire began to wonder if God had sent down an angel to enact vengeance for their evil deeds. Despite not seeing anything wrong with her own actions, Claire began questioning if she was as good natured as she once thought she was.

“Small enough,” Alec noted. “Claire, open your mouth.”

Claire resisted briefly, but ultimately she began to cry as she felt her mouth opening as she was told. Her petite mouth matched her feet, her perfect and white teeth gleaming in the light as the back of her dark throat faced Camilla. The small girl realized where Alec was going with this, and began to panic.

“No… No way… No!” Camilla began to shake her head violently, sobbing profusely at the thought of what was about to happen. “I’m sorry! I’ll never do it ever again! Please! You don’t have to do this!”

“So you do remember,” Alec grinned with pleasure. “Good, I want you to remember Alicia’s last words as you crushed her skull between your molars. I want you to remember the pain and misery you inflicted upon her, all of them, every victim you ever murdered in cold blood.”

Using his free hand, he gripped Claire’s jaw and forced it to open even wider. Her cheeks caved at the press of his fingers, pulling her in closer as the sobbing redhead was unable to resist him. Then Alec dangled Camilla by her hair, as the young woman screamed in pain as she felt as if her hair was going to be ripped from her scalp. Tilting back Claire’s head even more, Alec began to cram Camilla into Claire’s mouth.

“No!” Camilla screamed violently. “Fuck! No! You can’t do this to me! This isn’t right!”

“I think it’s perfect,” Jacob retorted with a stern expression. “Bitter sweet justice, to die the same way that Alicia did. This was always your fate, Camilla. With every step I took that brought me closer to you, this was always going to be your final moment. Ironic, isn’t it? I do love a good sense of irony.”

As Camilla attempted to resist, it was all in vain as Alec’s fingers crammed her into the tight confines of the cooperative Claire’s mouth. Feeling the naked Camilla pressed against her tongue, Claire sobbed even harder, being forced to take in her own friend against her will.

“No! Don’t you fucking do it Claire! Do you hear me!? Don’t you fucking eat me you stupid bitch!” Camilla was sobbing uncontrollably, desperately hoping that somehow Claire could resist this. If only they knew who they were dealing with.

“Wonderful,” Alec cooed. “Now, Claire, do you feel her squirming inside of your mouth? Nod if you do.”

Claire nodded gently, still unable to speak or move unless told so.

“Perfect, now, position Camilla inside of your mouth so that her head is against your back molars,” Alec commanded.

“Noooooo!” Camilla let out a blood curdling scream, fear gripping her entire body as the massive tongue of Claire pressed against her back.

Fighting it off, it was pointless as Claire was now a goddess compared to herself. The once powerful and sadistic Camilla was now as weak as every victim she’d ever tormented and killed. Just like the victims that succumbed to her pleasures, she was now sharing their fate in an equally sadistic manner.

Becoming drenched in Claire’s spit, the frantic brat felt the giant tongue of the redhead forcing her body between her teeth. With Camilla’s head slamming against the back molars, she really began to struggle, all of which was pointless and got her nowhere.

“Good,” Alec said happily. “Now, very slowly, crush her head between your teeth. Make it painful and miserable, and once you’ve crushed her skull like a grape, I want you to swallow her remains. Do it now.”

“NO!” Camilla screamed. “Claire! Please! Please don’t do this to me! Oh God! Oh fuck! This cannot be happening!”

Claire closed her eyes painfully, her thoughts rampant as she found herself obeying Alec’s command. Slowly but surely, her teeth began to descend. Camilla turned and watched in horror, the top of Claire’s molars slowly descending until gently making contact as the set of teeth pinned the brat’s head in place.

‘Camilla…’ Claire thought painfully and in disbelief. ‘Oh God… Please… Forgive me for this!’

Slowly the pressure came, as Camilla felt her skull starting to cave in as Claire began to crush her into a pulpy mess of blood and brain matter. Camilla began screaming violently, her body convulsing and thrashing around inside of Claire’s mouth. It was beyond disturbing for Claire, feeling her sadistic friend receiving the due penance of which she absolutely deserved.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! AAAHHHHH! AHHHH! AAAHHHHHHHHHH-”

‘CRACK… CRUNCH!’

Claire’s molars came together, spurts of blood splattering across the inside of her mouth as Camilla’s brain was smashed to pieces and oozed between the giantess’ teeth. The brutality of her death caused Claire to go pale white, the reality of what she’d done sinking deep into her soul. To make matters worse, as Alec had commanded her to do so, Claire then tilted her head and swallowed the headless remains of Camilla as her body was sent down the redhead’s gullet and deep into the pit of her digestive system. Her mouth was stained with blood and brain goo.

Falling to her knees, Claire finally felt released from the control that Alec had over her. Tears dripping to the carpet below, Claire was frozen and speechless as her gaping eyes gazed through the floor and into the pit of hell itself.

“What… What have I done…” Claire murmured, her body trembling with fear as her hands came to rest against her throat. “I… I killed her… I ate her…”

“Her death wasn’t brutal enough if you ask me,” Alec commented, coming down to one knee in front of the distraught and speechless Claire. “But now it’s time for your own judgment, Claire. I wonder, are you as evil as Camilla was? Only those with a chance of redemption are able to survive the Judgment, do you think you are worthy to be redeemed?”

Claire slowly looked up to face him, her expression reflecting that of pure terror.

“I… I don’t… Please… I…” Claire couldn’t even speak, unable to get a single word out as she wondered what fate now awaited her.

All the while, Cate and Rodney watched in absolute disbelief. What they witnessed was beyond terrifying, it was absolutely barbaric. Unable to determine whether this man was here to save them or not, the two were baffled at the insanely cruel and sadistic death that their once tormentor had just experienced.

“Prepare yourself, Claire,” Alec declared, lifting his hand and preparing to place it atop her head. “This will be far from a pleasant experience. It is time to face your actions. Every evil act you’ve ever committed against the innocent, will be recalled in an instant.”

Placing his hand on her head, Claire’s vision became black and void. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, her entire body trembling and convulsing as though she was experiencing a seizure. The world around her faded away, a series of memories playing like a movie in front of her all at once. That time she stole money from her mother’s purse, or the time she ratted on a friend at school and got his ass beat by a group of bullies as a result.

When she helped students at school cheat to get ahead with their grades, or the time she masturbated to sadistic torture on the internet despite how guilty she felt. Keeping Cate captive despite the fact the young woman clearly wanted to be returned home. Allowing her grandmother to have gone unpunished for the brutal devouring of Cate’s boyfriend, and then of course the cruel act against Rodney just now, despite her believing how gentle she was being. Allowing Camilla to have tortured the tiny man.

Every action ever committed that pertained to wickedness or evil, was replayed in her mind all at once. It felt like that very evil was poisoning her from the inside out, and as Claire went through utter hell and back, it only lasted for a painful and agonizing moment until suddenly she felt herself recoiling as her mind rushed through the universe itself until she was finally returned to the living room of Camilla’s family mansion.

“Gah!?” Claire gasped for air, her eyes returning to normal, as she fell to the floor in the fetal position and began to rock back and forth as her tormented mind was now broken and fractured.

“I’m an evil person…” Claire cried, her eyes closed and the carpet soaked with her tears as she tried and failed to comfort herself. “I’m going to hell… Oh God… What have I done… I don’t deserve forgiveness… Kill me… Please kill me!”

Alec stood to his feet, surprised to see that Claire had indeed survived the Judgment. “Interesting, then perhaps there may be redemption for you yet.”

Bending over, Alec reached out and placed the tip of his finger on Claire’s temple, and instantly she passed out on the floor. Her delusional chatter and trembling body came to a halt, as she now laid on the floor unconscious.

“Don’t squander your second chance,” Alec noted. “I’ve atoned you for your evil memories. When you awake, you’ll have no recollection of who you are. The old Claire has been eviscerated by Judgment, I sincerely hope your new life will take you in a different direction.”

Alec then turned to face the two shrunken victims on the table. They were huddled together, also trembling as they were uncertain whether Alec was there to help them or not. After everything they just witnessed, they had no clue what to think anymore.

“Fear not,” Alec assured them. “You won’t remember this soon enough, but rest assured, when next you wake, you’ll be safe in the hospital. Then you can finally return home.”

Alec reached down and placed his hand over them both, and they grew back to a normal size. Rodney couldn’t believe it, succumbing to tears as he realized they were finally delivered from this horrible nightmare. Cate cupped her hands over her mouth, her eyes red and tearful as she failed to understand what the hell was happening.

“I… Who are you?” Rodney asked, wondering if this man was some kind of angel.

“Nobody,” Alec answered, before taking each hand and touching each of them on the forehead. Instantly their sobbing came to a halt, their terrified expressions becoming normal again, as if they had no idea what had just happened.

“Where am I?” Cate asked, suddenly confused as she looked around the room.

“What the hell? Am I dreaming?” Rodney looked down and noticed Claire passed out on the floor. “Is she alright? Who the hell are you people?”

“We had a party here and it got out of hand,” Alec lied. “Both of you go and find clothes to wear from upstairs, then head to the nearest hospital and tell them your names and where you’re from so you can get help and return home. Do it now, understood?”

Rodney and Cate both froze, nodding immediately and forced to oblige with Alec’s demands. Heading upstairs to find some clothes from the bedrooms, the two were on a path to rescue as they listened to Alec’s command of them. With this situation now handled and at an end, Alec frowned to himself before sighing. Heading towards the front door, he pulled out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it up with a lighter. Taking a puff and inhaling deeply, he held it for a moment before exhaling.

Just as Alec was about to leave the mansion and continue with his next goal, he paused. A smile began to creep across his face, his head slowly turning around to look behind him. Despite the fact nobody was there, Alec appeared to be seeing something which was invisible to the naked eye. His grin growing ever wide, he bowed his head slightly as his gaze pierced the nothingness before him.

“Blaire…” Alec whispered. “I see you. It’s time to wake up, Blaire.”

With her eyes bursting wide open, Blaire began to cough and sputter as she awoke from the bizarre nightmare that she had endured. Despite the strange ending to this nightmare, it was quickly set aside in her mind as she began to look around the room frantically. Attempting to move, she quickly found out that she’d been bound and gagged in her own chair which was dragged from the dining room.

Extension cords had been used to bind her hands and feet, a sock from her drawer crammed into her mouth which muffled her confused sounds. It didn’t take long before the redhead noticed Jinshin standing across the room, her arms crossed and a stern expression as the Japanese woman’s eyes gazed into Blaire’s. Looking around more of the living room, where Blaire had been tied up, she realized that she hadn’t been hallucinating after all.

On the coffee table of her living room, were the two tiny humans that Blaire had seen when she entered her home. They turned to see that she was awake, as Benjamin stood to his feet and smiled awkwardly at her.

“Hey…” Ben said gently. “Excuse us for being cautious, we’ve been through a lot lately, and unfortunately our friend Jinshin doesn’t trust you…”

“Benjamin,” Jinshin snapped. “Stop talking.”

Ben rolled his eyes, but ultimately obeyed her command before sitting down beside Liz and looking down at the table. Neither of the tiny victims could look at Blaire, they weren’t sure if she could be trusted, but they still felt bad for this entire situation at hand.

“Now that you’re awake,” Jinshin said sharply, approaching Blaire as her hand rested on the hilt of her Odachi samurai blade sheathed at her hip.

“It’s time you answer some questions, Blaire.”