Beth smiled wider, swishing her tongue back and forth. She loved how such a simple movement would cause the two tiny men hanging from her thumbnail to scream and beg. She laughed, blasting them with a shockwave of air and sound as the small man’s grip on his friend loosened.
She twitched her thumb, coiling her tongue beneath them. She could feel them slipping.
‘I can’t hold on!’ the one that clung to her nail cried, his body stretched painfully by the other’s weight. ‘Please,’ his friend sobbed, fat tears rolling down his reddening cheeks, ‘don’t let go!’
Beth laughed again, drowning their screams, ‘come on boys, I’m getting hungry,’ she purred playfully.
‘I can’t, I can’t,’ the victim on her thumb gasped, his arms threatening to tear, ‘I can’t.’
His friend loosed a howl of fear as he slipped from his grip, tumbling backwards towards the waiting abyss of hot, wet flesh. Beth slammed her tongue into him, catching him mid fall. He slid helplessly across the huge muscle, his fingers tickling her flesh as he scrabbled at her saliva soaked taste buds.
Her second victim looked on in horror as he descended into the darkness of her cavernous throat. He forced his tired body to work, dragging himself upwards and onto the soft pad of her thumb.
‘Ah-ah little guy,’ Beth smirked, ‘no so fast.’
Her pink lips closed around her thumb, completely enveloping her prey. With a satisfied smack she sucked him off of her digit and drew him into her mouth. Her tongue fell upon him, pushing him into the hot recess of her cheek before sending him down towards her waiting throat.
She leaned back, the leather sofa squeaking beneath her denim clad ass. Her eyes closed, savouring the pleasure of their journey to her stomach whilst the ghosts of their screams echoed in her ears.
Her hand automatically rose to her chest, feeling her hard nipple straining against the fabric of her bra. She squeezed gently, her fingers groping against the red, white and blue of her chequered shirt. She dreamed that she could still feel them, desperately clawing at her flesh as they were pushed deeper and deeper towards their demise. The power that radiated through her conjured warmth to blossom between her legs. She scrunched her toes in the deep crimson shag pile carpet that stretched beneath the coffee table. The sofa squeaked again as she softly ground her ass against it.
The feeling of being a goddess was indescribable; there was nothing so satisfying, nothing so erotic. She could pleasure herself at the mere thought of these tiny creatures, worshipping her, dying for her. It was bliss. Her hand squeezed a little tighter.
‘Alright pervo,’ Rachel scolded, a smile on her face, ‘save it for the bedroom!’
Beth straightened, her cheeks flushing pink for a split second. She shoved her housemate playfully, causing her to rock against the other arm of the sofa, ‘I wouldn’t be in this state if James wasn’t occupied repairing the Sizer.’
‘Yeah,’ Rachel smirked knowingly, ‘it was totally worth it though. Besides it’ll do you some good to work on some normal Shrinkys for a while, you’re too addicted to your little pet. You’ve had him way too long.’
Rachel twitched her leg, increasing the pressure on the frat boys that wailed in fear and agony beneath her bare sole. There was a tiny pop and a greater chorus of screams as the first one of them was crunched between the glass tabletop and the merciless flesh of their goddess.
‘Don’t get me wrong, you’ve got to have a proper slave to use and we couldn’t have done any of this without him but, y’know, maybe it’s time you got a new one? Keep James somewhere to make sure the Sizer keeps running but have a new one, a prettier one, to play with? Once we’re done breaking in my new toy we can head out and find one for you if you like? There’s always that guy from the bar in town.’
Rachel let her voice trail off, letting the seed now planted in Beth’s mind sprout.
Beth smirked back, amused at Rachel's choice of words. 'Guy' even after all this time, her best friend and lover couldn't help but lay playful traps.
She shrugged, ‘Yeah, he was cute. Or maybe the girl from the hotel when we went to the beach?'
Beth couldn't help but smile as Rachel's expression darkened. Always the jealous one.
'Still,' Beth continued, not wanting idle conversation to spark an argument with her fiery girlfriend, 'there’s something that makes me keep going back to James. I don’t know if it’s cos he was the first one or whatever. Maybe it’s just the way he looks at me you know? You can tell he utterly worships me, like properly.’
Rachel raised an eyebrow and lowered her foot further, ‘Yeah but any of them can worship you, most of them do it straight away.’ She lifted her big toe, freeing the battered and bruised man that had previously been trapped beneath it.
‘Slave,’ she commanded, ‘worship me.’ Her expression was a picture of cruelty, her cold eyes utterly without mercy as she watched him drop to his knees. His lips and hands tickled the side of her foot as he did as he was commanded. His little voice drifted into their ears, praising them, recognising their power, begging them to spare his life.
Rachel turned back to her partner, her cherubic face once again filled with sunshine. ‘See,’ she gestured to him, ‘it’s not hard to get them like that.’ He continued to pray, weeping and worshiping as her foot casually lifted off of his friends, allowing them brief respite as it hovered above him. Her shadow engulfed him for a split second before she drove her foot upon him, causing the coffee mugs to jingle from the force of the blow and reducing him to nothing but blood and paste.
The remaining men had barely time to run before her foot bulldozed into them, killing another and breaking the limbs of several more. The flesh of her foot was hot and sticky with sweat from being confined within her Uggs all morning. It swallowed their voices like a gorging beast.
Beth continued unruffled by her best friend’s display of cruelty, it was just another Saturday morning. ‘Yeah, but after all I have done to him these last ten years it’s like he actually worships me. It’s like he actually utterly believes I am the God. Like if he dies,’
‘Can he die?’ Rachel interrupted, her face thoughtful.
Beth shrugged again, ‘I dunno, I just click the button and the Sizer does what it does. He understands how it all works, compression fields and electrons or something, I don’t get it. I don’t know if he can die of old age or something but obviously he’s survived everything I’ve done to him so far. But yeah,’ she got herself back on track, ‘if he dies I genuinely think he believes he is going to get to heaven and I’ll just be like waiting there for him, sat on some massive golden throne or something, my foot already hanging over him ready to torture him all over again, for all eternity.’
Rachel giggled, killing another. ‘That’s so messed up!’ she shrieked, ‘no wonder you love fucking with him so much! I love how seriously you take this whole goddess thing. Tell me though; if you are God what does that make me?’
Beth laughed, nudging her housemate playfully, ‘do you even have to ask?’
Rachel adopted an innocent expression, her fingers fluttering to her lips, her eyes wide and angelic.
She knew the answer before it had left Beth’s lips.
‘You’re the Devil.’