The morning arrived with difficulty. Charlie’s head pounded as she lifted herself from the bed and trudged to the bathroom. She had slept in her clothes, classy move. She shot herself a look in the mirror and tried to tousle some order into her hair. A pair of sweatpants and a t shirt were found and changed into. Her head swam as she shuffled into the living room. She picked up her bag from the floor, her discarded shoe beside it. Her shoe.

‘Shit,’ she muttered drowsily. Rubbing sleep from her eye with one hand, she lifted the shoe with the other.

Sheppard gasped, air slicing into his inflating lungs like knives. Light crashed upon him as the great weight was lifted from him.

‘What the fuck?’ the voice of his captor boomed above him.

Charlie watched, her tired eyes wide with shock, as the tiny man’s broken limbs twitched back into shape. He moved like a marionette, the sad lump of squashed flesh and bone shards clicking together until he was lying whole before her.

His mind raced, he was dead, he remembered it. Her face, a picture of cruelty emboldened by alcohol. Her foot rising, the shoe swallowing the light, the pain, the darkness.

His bones ached, trembling he sat upright. His chest fluttered, each ragged breath shaking him. Held out before him, he inspected his hands, watching his fingers curl back into shape. So fascinated was he by his restoration, Sheppard failed to notice the shadow that befell him.

Charlies hand slammed into him, pushing him roughly into the floor before her tree trunk sized fingers closed around him. She drew him upwards at an impossible speed, standing as she did so. He scrabbled across her palm as she brought him to her face.

‘What the fuck?’ she repeated, her vodka laced breath washing over him, ‘How the fuck are you alive?’

Not waiting for a response, she jabbed her index finger into him, crushing the air from his chest.

Charlie watched as the tiny man folded in two, bones breaking as she twisted her finger further into him. His arms flailed weakly, batting at her skin ineffectually. ‘This is mental’, she chuckled. Releasing the pressure, his body repaired itself instantly. His skin was still twitching as she closed her hand about him, pulverising him in her fist.

She crossed the small room quickly, pulling back an office chair to sit at her dressing table. Charlie flipped open the lid of a small wooden jewellery box and, without pause, tossed her captive inside.

Sheppard landed hard amongst a clatter of bangles and beads. He stumbled, the oversized accessories shifting beneath him. Looking upwards he had barely time to protest before she slammed the lid, sealing him in darkness.

Hour passed like days, leaving him time to contemplate. What had happened to him?

Beyond the wooden walls of his prison he could hear her colossal movements. The ground shook each time her massive body pushed against the table, reminding him just how small he was compared to her.

He tried to rest, he tried to make sense of what his life had become. He heard her laptop boot up, the clatter of her fingers on the keys. The muffled sounds of videos began, one after another, hour after hour. He became obsessed with trying to decipher the sounds and words that drifted into his cell. He heard moaning, a distorted scream, was she watching porn?

The look on her face when she opened the lid answered his question. That smirk, that hunger in her eyes. He was in trouble.

Charlie reached in and plucked him out of the box. She loved how light he was, how easily she could manipulate him in her grip. Her smile grew as she watched him dangle from her fingers, his face red with pain as she applied pressure to his trapped leg. When she finally released him he landed hard, face first into the wooden table top. With what she learned she was no longer concerned for his safety, he could handle it.

Sheppard rose to his feet snarling, trying to hold back the rage that gnawed at his guts. The pain from the fall was already receding, any damage to his leg healing quickly. He gave the smiling girl a black look but said nothing, she didn’t need another reason to torment him.

‘Had fun in timeout little guy?’ she asked in a mocking tone, ‘I thought it would be good for us to learn a little bit more about what’s going on here, y’know? It’s not every day you see someone come back from the dead, you really freaked me out. Still, turns out you’re little gift is going to make my plan a whole lot easier.’

Her little man stood in silence, glaring at her. She considered flicking the scowl off of his face or smashing him beneath her fist, something to put him in his place. Her hand moved for a second but she stayed her blow. Let him have his moment, she thought, it would be the last one for a very long time.

‘Look at you,’ she purred, ‘do you even understand what I’m saying? I hope your new size hasn’t caused your brain to go soft.’

His scowl grew as her laughter danced around him.

‘You want to hope not, for your sake. Anyway, shut up. I’ve been doing research all morning and have found out some really crazy shit. Do you know what a Resilient is?’

Sheppard stayed silent. He didn’t give a shit about Shrinkies, he didn’t know any.

‘No? Ok, turnaround, watch this.’

Charlie moved her laptop to allow him a better view of the videos she had been watching. The size different was hilarious, her laptop was like a cinema screen to him.

She gave him a second to drink in the title of the clip, to process the still image he was seeing.

The letters on screen were each the size of his head: ‘Cruel Brat Smashes Resi in Heels’

‘I thought I’d start you on this,’ the titaness chuckled,’ kinda like us huh?’

She clicked play and unleashed a torrent of horror.

 ‘What the fuck is this?’ Sheppard stammered as the images flashed before him.

On screen, a man no larger than himself ran across a black tile floor. Above him, a twenty something year old loomed like a skyscraper. She was a porn actress clearly, dressed up in a short blue tartan skirt, white shirt and brown jacket as though fresh from some exclusive private college. She’d tied her hair into pigtails and her long legs were wrapped in white socks that disappeared into a pair of black stilettos. These strode casually behind the man, each thudding footstep causing him to stumble.

‘Just keep watching.’

The camera angles followed that man at his level, capturing the desperation in his face, the horror as the sole of her shoe swung over him. The impact rumbled through the speakers along with the sounds of cracking bones. After grinding him into the tile for a few seconds she stepped off of him, allowing him to reform before slamming her foot down again.

The five minute video went on for an eternity, each time the man choked out a brief scream before being flattened into the floor.

Charlie leaned over and clicked on the next video, completely unphased by the brutality she had seen.

‘I’ve been watching these all day,’ she mentioned casually, as though able to read his thoughts, ‘there’s some really good ones on here, they’ve given me a lot to think about.’

Sheppard tried to stammer out a reply but was hushed and prompted again to watch.

The next video was as sick as the first. This time a group of women in gym clothes obliterated a crowd of running Shrinkies. Their ‘game’ was to try and find the Resi, the Resilient, the thing Sheppard had now become, amongst the fleeing masses.

Tiny humans fled in every direction, haunted by the sound of their captor’s laughter as they chased them across a small studio set. By the time they had found their prize, over fifty people had been compressed into a bloody sludge beneath their sneakers.

Behind him, Charlie lit a cigarette and drew on it thoughtfully. Her bright eyes drank in the images flickering on screen, enjoying each video. Leaning forwards, she blew a plume of smoke down onto the small man.

Sheppard coughed, turning to glare at her with smoke reddened eyes, ‘What is your fucking problem?’

Charlie shrugged and smiled prettily, ‘I was getting bored, I’ve seen most of these already. Want to keep watching or shall we have a conversation?’

He scowled, ‘Might as well get to it. I’m guessing you still intend to go forwards with your asinine plan? I can’t imagine someone like you has the sense to change her mind?’

‘I should hurt you for that you know,’ Charlie leaned forwards, her eyes narrowing menacingly, ‘maybe take an arm or a leg, and let you suffer for a bit.’ She drew on her cigarette again and sent another stream tumbling down onto him raising a fresh bought of splutters.

‘Still its early days, there is still plenty of time for you to learn how to speak to me. Plus, I’m about to lay some interesting news on you and I don’t want you being all distracted by having to grow a limb back.

So, come here.’ She tapped on the edge of the desk. Sheppard trudged over, his fists clenched at his side. ‘Sit.’

He did as he was bid. ‘Good boy,’ she smiled, patting his head with her fingertip.

‘So guessing by now you’ve figured it out? Tim Sheppard, the newest member of club Resilient. Lucky you huh? You won’t need to eat, to sleep, to drink. You’ve scored the jackpot. No matter how tough things get for you, you’ll quite literally bounce back. How crazy is that? Still, the real question is, do you know how this changes things for us?’

Sheppard remained silent and sullen.

‘Fine,’ Charlie pouted, ‘I’ll explain, it’s quite simple really; one word, efficiency’

He looked at her with tired eyes, ‘Efficiency?’

‘I thought you’d like the sound of it,’ she beamed down at her little pet, ‘let me put it this way; do you know difference between serving a master and serving a god?’

‘You think you’re god now, you crazy bitch?’ Sheppard snarled.

‘Compared to you I am, yeah.’ Charlie stubbed out her cigarette and reclined in her chair, swinging her feet onto the desk. They thudded heavily beside him, her toes towering above him as a reminder of just how small he was.

‘Yesterday our relationship was Master and Slave and don’t get me wrong, I was pretty excited by it. Still, it has its limitations you know? To answer the question, a master slave dynamic relies on the slave following the master’s commands on pain of punishment. You do as I say, in our case planning my sales pitches, or I hurt you. Simple stuff but it comes with risk. What if it got too much for you? What if you burned out or got broken by a punishment? All of that severely limits how much I can motivate you which is a real bummer if I’m being honest.

Now it turns out you’re a Resilient though, well that changes everything. When you serve a god, you do so because you hope to one day be rewarded. You hope that one day you’ll be lifted from a life of toil and pain to something better. Are you following me?’

Sheppard sighed, ‘Does it matter either way?’

Charlie giggled, ‘It does for you shrimp, this changes everything. Yesterday your life was going to be pretty sweet. All you had to do was support some hot young thing’s career for a few years then you’d be free to do whatever you wanted. Now though, well let me show you.’

Her hand shot out before he had time to react, her fingers closing roughly about his body.

He barely had time to scream as her huge, luscious lips opened to reveal two rows of glistening white teeth. He was thrown heavily onto her tongue, barely having time to find his footing on the saliva covered muscle before she closed her mouth and sealed him in darkness.

Charlie stretched in her chair, tilting her head back and forth sending him tumbling around her mouth. She allowed him a moment to try and get to grips with his predicament before biting down. Hard.

The sensation was incredible. Her tongue threw him onto her molars which slammed together compressing him into featureless goo. He would feel the rock hard teeth slice into him like knives before coming together to crush him into oblivion. Her jaw parted, allowing him room to reform before tearing into him again. She chuckled, the sound rolling over him like thunder, as she imagined the agony he would be going through.

Charlie picked up her phone and idly flicked through Instagram, her chewing becoming rhythmic. It was important that tormenting Sheppard become second nature to her. A god should not spare even a second thinking about their subjects.

She couldn’t say how long it had been before she spat him out, she wasn’t counting the minutes.

Sheppard flew through the air like a gobbet of gum, a ruin of flesh and saliva fighting to reform itself. By the time he hit the floor he was almost back in shape, his bones creaking together over knitting flesh. He landed hard, his lungs burning as they inflated. The pain was still fresh in his mind, his body weak and shivering. He trembled on all fours like an animal, bucking as a stream of vomit, splashed across his hands. It was clear, her saliva.

He crashed onto his side as once again a shadow raced over him. Her looked upwards, wide eyed as her huge foot raced down to him, a relentless cloud of flesh; toes flared and angled to completely annihilate him.

The thud of her foot danced lightly on her ears as she compressed her slave beneath the sole of her foot. She chuckled to herself, imagining how loud the impact must have sounded to him in the split second before he was destroyed by a single step.

She twisted her foot back and forth, varying the pressure again to keep the torture fresh. She was surprised at how easily this came to her. If she needed any reassurance that what she was doing was right, this was it. If it was wrong, it wouldn’t feel so natural.

Eventually she relented, stepping off of him leaving his fragile form quivering in pain. If Sheppard believed this as a sign of mercy, he was tragically mistaken. His goddess wanted a coffee.

Charlie returned in a flurry of thunder, her bare feet slapping heavily on the floor. The chair rolled away as she angled her foot towards him, her massive toe halting before him. ‘Do I need to explain what you need to be doing here? Unless you need another lesson, I’d start kissing.’

He moved forwards on all fours, scurrying towards the waiting digit. She waited for the first sensations of his lips on her skin before she struck out, smashing his face into pulp and sending him reeling. ‘And thank me you little fuck,’ she snapped.

Sheppard’s face had barely reformed before he was back at his station, worshipping at the feet of a former subordinate that had become his god. An hour passed before his eyes became pink, the once powerful exec choking back his first tears since childhood.

As if reading his mind, Charlie chose that moment to reach down and close him in a careless fist.

She threw him back onto the desk and leaned in close, her smile more dangerous and deadly than ever. ‘Lesson learned?’ she asked, her voice dripping with sugar.

‘Sssshh,’ she purred, covering his lips with a fingertip and stifling his stammered reply, ‘So this is how its going to be. The old plan? That would have been a dream and it’s dead. The new plan? Well, that’s going to be a lot more fun today.

From now on, your every waking moment is going to be pure agony. You’ll be in every pair of shoes I own, you’ll feel every footfall. I’m going to dedicate my time to learning new ways to humiliate you every single day. If I’m horny, you’ll be inside of me, your lungs filling with my juices as your fragile little body fulfils its role as my human dildo. Every day you’ll suffer an everyday you’ll thank me.

And at the end of the day? After a day spent struggling for breath beneath my foot, when your slick with cum and saliva? That’s when you’ll go to work. That’s when you’ll prepare my sales pitches and advise on my meetings. These tasks will be the highlights of your existence, the only time you’ll spend free from me and the pain I inflict on you. You’re going to live for those my notes and numbers, fantasise about them.’

Sheppard shook with revulsion, ‘You can’t, you can’t do this’

Charlie smirked. Like a snake, she struck forwards, her tongue darting out to slam into him and lift him from his feet. He landed on his ass, a thick coat of saliva dripping across his battered body. She laughed as he choked on it.

‘Obviously I can, you sad little fuck. It’s already done. This is your life now; well at least for the next, shall we say two years?’

The tiny man burbled, his mind spinning, ‘What?’

‘A two year review? C’mon idiot, even you should know how important performance reviews are to proper motivation. Let’s make a deal. I’ll give you two years to get me your old job. If you manage it, I’ll arrange something nice for you. My friend Nikki runs a café where they take in little things like you, find them homes and whatever. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Answer me.’

He nodded dumbly.

‘And if not, well you’ll just have to keep working. I warn you though, I don’t want to be doing this job forever. If need be, I can always sell you. Do you know how much these studios pay for you things? Hint, it’s a lot. What do you think, is it possible, can you do it? Or would you rather spend the rest of your sad life jammed up some cam-girl’s asshole?’

‘N-no,’ he stammered, not daring to look at her, ‘I’ll do it. I’ll get you what you want.’

Charlie snarled, slamming her fist down next to him.

‘No Goddess!’ he screeched, recoiling from the impact, ‘I’m sorry goddess, I’ll get you what you want.’

His Goddess smirked, ‘That’s more like it.’