The vibrating booms of the goddess above me shook my body in the hot black hell I was in, my body seemingly wrapped in an unending throbbing pain that oscillated between the feeling like I was on fire, and my desperate unending thirst. The metallic taste of blood lingered in mouth, the liquid seemingly pleasant before I swallowed a gulp, the thirst coming back with a roar.

I could sense the arid wall that was Dianne's sock pressing down into me from above, the pain increasing as I attempted to draw a meager breath, before I could tell something was happening as the foot inside of it began to shift, filling me with the dread of a world of pain.

The sock shifted, dragging into my skin slightly, and I couldn't help but breathlessly scream in response. But then it shifted upwards, off of me, but unlike the feeling of walking, it didn't bring with it the similar sense of vertigo, and a crack of light appeared below me, the stark contrast with the darkness making my eyes suddenly hurt and it difficult to see. As the weight lifted, the pain decreased, leaving me feeling a strange ease for the first time.

As my vision adjusted, I could see the crisscrossing ropes now lingering above me, less than a yard from my face, the dry heat being pushed away from a sense of cold wind below me, the feeling stinging my damaged skin. I couldn't help but wince as I looked at it, finally capable of drawing a breath without the pain the of the weight pressing onto me. As my lungs expanded, I could feel a gurgling inside my chest, my throat sounding like liquid was bubbling up into my mouth, a hot wetness that seemed to satiate my thirst until I could taste the metallic flavor of blood, suddenly leaving my mouth feeling more dry then before.

I coughed, the movement painful, but for the first time feeling a slight burst in energy as cool air blew in from the shoe below me, stinging my worn skin. As I breathed my chest was full of pain, almost making me wish to stop, the slight pause between breaths almost blissful in comparison. And as I did, the lingering heat from the giant socked foot above me drew it's attention, and the shoe vibrated from the booming goddesses voice above me, rocking me back and forth on the dry insole.

“Ugh – Fine...” Diannes voice roared around the shoe. I stared up at the socked foot in terror as it shifted like a giant snake, seemingly writhing from within the sock, until I could see the worn discolored bottoms of the toe section. They wiggled above me, bits of dust falling onto me like snow, each one causing me to flinch.

Diannes voice boomed again.

“Say goodbye to your goddesses, Mark!”

Before I could even hear the finally part of her command, her toes pitched downward, slamming into the chest, shooting pain coming from my broken ribs as coughed blood out of of mouth. My vision dimmed slightly as it happened, my brain no longer functioning properly from dehydration and constant beating, and it felt like I was no longer there as I stared at the wet blood from my mouth dripping off the sock, completely unable to cling to the wick away material as the socked foot pulled away from me before disappearing.

The air became cold and the light bright, but I just lie on my back, dazed, confused, and in pain, feeling like I was just hit by a bus.

The sound of my labored breath brought me back to reality, as the air filled my lungs I could feel shooting pain emanating from my chest, sharpening my focus back to my pathetic existence. I was tired, thirsty, and in pain, my dehydration and constant beating from the socked foot above me leaving my body as painful as my head. I just wanted water so badly, and I couldn't stop shivering.

Diane's voice echoed around the shoe like an earthquake.

“Alright Mark, time to come out.”

Her voice filled me with fear, but I was so beaten that I didn't even consider refusing her. Exhausted as I was, I knew that anything but complete subservience would invoke my goddesses wrath, and things could be far worse then even they were now.

It took all my energy to roll onto my stomach, each and every movement filling me with pain, my labored breath sounding like I was gurgling fluid as I attempted to breathe.

And I began to crawl forward, barely enough energy to do so, my head drooping downward as I stared at the strange insole floor below me, slight holes throughout the material so that it could presumably breathe better, the texture shiny except where it was worn from Dianne's heel. It seemed to take forever, each movement of my arm more difficult then the last, until I finally broke out from under the shadow of the shoe, and into the light of the heel section, the air here cold in comparison to where I was before. The walls around where her heel rested were only a few yards away, the material on the inside looking relatively clean and new. I shivered in the light, my nakedness now stark as I could feel the cold air from outside of boot. I tried to take a breath, the cool air filling my lungs felt worse then the muggy air before, the pain so sharp my mouth was forced shut in some kind of effort to compensate.

My mouth was so dry now I made no effort to swallow the blood as it burbled from my lungs with each and every breath. I wanted to cry as I shivered, but it was impossible.

The shoe that was my world shook around me as a voice boomed from above.

“Hey Mark! Looks like you've learned to take your time in my shoe more seriously” Her booming voice was followed by strange feminine gunfire, her giggles.

“Look at your... goddess... tiny”

The booming voice visibly shook the ground around me, and hearing it – feeling it – filled me with unmitigated terror. But I looked up anyway, a simple effort that my aching body now struggled to do.

As I could see the dark walls ascend upward the bright light from outside the shoe washed it out. I couldn't even see where the wall ended – the bright white light was so intense that my eyes hurt, forcing me to squint. From my squinting eyes I could only see the bright white light above me, and the faintest tan color of the skin of Dianne's face. But it was so bright, was mostly washed out, just a strange whiteness with a splash of a darker tan in the middle.

Looking out of the shoe, my head filled with pain as my eyes squinted to see the blinding white light from above me left me with only one thought.

It's like heaven out there.

I shivered as the cold air struck my skin.

“Are you ready to serve a new goddess?” Dianne's voice boomed.

I shivered, more in fear now, struggling to even sit on all fours, the weight of my body on my arms feeling incredibly heavy. The light seemed no dimmer, and I couldn't really make out anything of Dianne's face other then her slightly brown skin.

She really is a god.

I couldn't say anything though, I was too exhausted, too thirsty. It took all my energy just to hold my head up, and I could feel my arms weakening below me.

But before I knew what was happening, a force seemed to push me from behind, only slightly, but I was slamming face first into the foamy wall of the shoe. My worn skin stung slightly as my ribs pulsed with pain, fresh blood coming gurgling out of my throat as I struggled to once again breathe, each breath agonizing.

The world seemed to spin, and the wall that was before me now was the floor, as the light outside the shoe shifted and changed. Dianne was moving the shoe, but for me trapped inside, it was like a broken rollercoaster. Just as soon as I realized I was laying on my stomach on the side of the shoe, I took one gurgling breath before, the world seemed to spin again, and I was screaming.

It felt as if I'd been flipped upside down, and the floor that was below me was now my ceiling. I screamed as I fell back into the dark deeper within the shoe, slamming into the tip of the boot, where the air was hot and dry.

The wind was knocked from me violently, my ribs felt like they were going to explode as I coughed out blood, struggling to draw breath. The shoe seemed to sway back and forth around me, and I pitifully reached out with arms in an attempt to resist, fruitlessly. I rolled over myself and into the wall as the shoe seemed to tilt in another direction, my pitiful wails seemed to come from somewhere else as i panicked from my complete lack of control.

And then another booming voice came from outside the shoe.

“Oh my god i'm sooo looking forward to getting this arch support!” Sarah said from somewhere outside the shoe, as I struggled to breath, the pain in my ribs caused me to shiver uncontrollably.

Her laughter sounded like the thunder, shaking the shoe violently.

“Like, are you trying to hide?” Sarahs voice boomed.

Before I knew what was happenening, I was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread. I desperately tried to scramble forward, terrified of displeasing the goddess that spoke outside of the shoe.

“What? Let me see” Dianne boomed, sounding further away.

Sarah's laughter shook the shoe around me. I was trapped at the tip of the shoe, the slope too steep for my weakened my body to even attempt to crawl up back towards the heel.

And then I was being slammed into the ceiling, my head splitting with pain before I was slammed viciously back down into the insole, my body rag dolling as I rolled over myself before I was slammed into a wall of the boot.

“No...” Sarah's voice boomed, as I was thrown face first back into the tip of her shoe, my face slamming into the wall. My nose once again burst forth with blood, as I let out nothing but a garbled scream as I seemed to be thrown backward further towards the heel with a rapid change of direction.

“... I got this”

***

Sarah giggled as she felt the little man bouncing around the inside of Dianne's boot. She took a bite from her nutrigrain bar, before shifting the boot downward, feeling the tiny boy tumbling down into the tip of the boot, before shaking it, his little body rattling around the inside of the boot like nothing more than a stray pebble.

She knew she was being harsh on the tiny man, but she had decided that she was going to put in her absolute effort to thoroughly break him. She smiled, shaking the shoe with her hand, switching directions, send the boy into the walls of the shoe. She didn't care how painful it must have been for him. She wanted him to understand that he had absolutely no hope of resisting her, and a little bit of unearned pain seemed to be the perfect way to emphasize the girls power over him.

This will go a long way into turning him into Dianne's perfect insert. She paused, smiling.

Sarah was determined that Mark would be begging to lick the dirt from their toes, that he would be loving his reality. She wanted it just as much for Dianne as she did herself though, to prove to herself that she could be the tiny trainer she thought she was, that she would having a living example of her skills.

It would go a long way to starting her business.

She finally flipped the shoe over, her other hand cupping the boots entrance . She felt the little man tumbling into the walls of the boot before slamming into her open palm. When she pulled her hand back, what she saw couldn't but help to make her laugh.

The little man was pink in hue, like he had fallen asleep on the beach and gotten a bad case of sunburn, aside from around his ribs, which looked slightly more purple. His tiny arm was lifted up over his eyes, seemingly shielding him the bright light. His face looked red, presumably from blood. He was shaking, the effort required to raise his hand over his face seemed to be too much energy for him.

“Did we learn our lesson, little bug boy?” Sarah said, before giggling, bringing her thumb down near the boy and causing him to shake. She pushed his arm down, pinning him to his back in the center of her palm, the boy squinting his eyes tightly make him look like his eyes was closed.

As her thumb neared the purple coloring on chest, the boy shook more violently, before she pressed into it, causing him to squeal, fresh red blood oozing from his mouth. It almost felt like she was pressing into a grape, and she knew if she increased the pressure she would be able to pop him like one.

“We are your goddesses, buggy. Like, you can't hide from us.” She said, giggling. She reached down with her free hand and popped off her boot, the water and sweat having creating a viscosity that almost sounded like a suction cup.

She stared back at the tiny man, his trembling distinctive as she lightly pressed her thumb into her his chest, his naked butt resting against her palm was soft and cool in comparison. Smiling, she moved her thumb over his crotch, the little mans trembling becoming more distinctive as he stared squinting hopelessly up at her. She wondered if he could even see her.

His tiny naked member quivered below her thumb, and pressed down into him, giggling as she her the tiny man squeal pitifully.

“Now, like, you better get right under my arch when your in my boot, alright?” She said, picking her thumb up off him for a second only to slam it down onto his crouch again, the little man seemingly bouncing as he screamed, his trembles now even more pronounced.

The little man simply nodded uncontrollably. He looked like he was on the verge of crying, yet she couldn't see any tears.

Sarah was happy with the response. The lack of hesitation was a good sign.

“Good”

Without any warning, she titled her hand, the tiny falling soundlessly into her boot, except for an audible squelch as he landed in her soaked insole.

She looked inside her boot, wanting to make sure the little man listened and was getting ready to spend the rest of his day under her arches.

Instead, she burst out in laughter. The man, far from crawling over to where her arch would normally rest, was face down at the boots heel, the worn black insole here greyed and torn from years of use, a discoloring of white patches from the sweat from her skin staining the material. There, the liquid from the trail that had mixed with her sweat and formed into a small sheen of liquid, far too shallow to be considered even a puddle to a full sized person, but was reflecting enough light to be visible to Sarah. She could see various particulates floating in the salty water – and Mark's face was pressed into it, his face partially submerging in the grey dirty water.

He looked like a prey animal, lapping at a water hole, and as her face loomed over him, her laughter echoing around the shoe caused him to shiver in fear.

But to Sarah, it was just too funny.

“Hey Dianne, take a look at this” Sarah said.

Dianne leaned over to her friend, before staring down into her friends humid black boot.

“Ew gross – your boots are nasty”

Sarah laughed. “Not the boots dummy, look inside”

“Ugh, do I have to?” Dianne said, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the thought.

“Like, just look”

Dianne frowned. “Ew – gross.” She tilted her head forward, looking down into the boot, her face suddenly looking disgusted. “Yuck – is he drinking from your nasty boots?”

Sarah laughed. “Yea, it's like, totally amazing. He's really proving to be a good little insert”

Dianne and Sarah peered down at the boy, his pink skin darkened from within the shadow of her boot. He was still on stomach, shaking, face pushed into the salty water that sloshed about as Sarah held her boot. He was drinking from the stained heel pit deeply, only pausing to take short breaths, and occasionally putting his hand up to his mouth, presumably to remove some junk that had gotten stuck in mouth.

“He is really taking to his new lifestyle, isn't he?” Dianne said, smiling.

Sarah responded. “Like, it's so awesome. We're going to break in an insert faster than I've ever seen before.” She said, before giggling.

She looked up at Dianne. “Trust me. I think, by tonight, he'll be totally begging to lick the dirt between you toes.” She said, before laughing.

Dianne was giggling as she furrowed up her nose again. “Ew, that's gross Sarah.” She said, before continuing to giggle.

Sarah laughed in response. “What, do you have a problem with it?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

Dianne looked at her, before looking back at her boot. “Can I see it?”

Sarah laughed. “Sure, why?”

Dianne responded. “Well, it's important the little guy enjoys himself. This isn't a completely one side relationship – i'm going to be a good goddess.”

Sarah laughed. “Dianne that's got to be like, the funniest thing I've ever heard – but sure.”

She handed Dianne her boot, and leaned in next to her, the two girls now staring down at the tiny man who was still arm deep in tepid boot water.

Dianne looked down. “Ew these things are gross to even hold” She said, tilting the boot away from her face.

As she did the slope gave out from under Mark, throwing mark face first into the pit of the heel, completely submerging him. Then, from further up the boot, a stream of dark brown water came rushing into the already shallow pool of sweat. The wave hit him, spinning the water, causing it to churn, the color turning grey from splashing. Mark was completely helpless, his tiny body was too small to resist the sour water that rolled in like the tide from the tip of the shoe.

Dianne smiled, watching mark spin amongst the surf.

“Ooops” She laughed. “These boots are even nastier then I thought.”

Mark finally emerged from the frothing pool in the heel of the boot, his hair drooping over his face as he struggled to crawl up the shoreline that was her heel print. He was shaking, barely pulling himself out of the water before he collapsed on the insole shoreline.

Dianne smiled, before speaking, her voice causing the little man to flinch.

“Hey Mark. Have you been enjoying yourself?”

Sarah giggled. “It's like he's in a water park” She paused, before speaking more authoritatively.

“Look up at your goddesses when they are speaking to you”

Dianne stared as the trembling tiny boy struggled in the water splashing up around him. He slowly pushed off with arms, shaking to maintain his upper body support, before turning himself over with a splash in the water. Dianne's unsteady hands brought a wave of brown boot water, splashing over him, the warm water staining him with various particulates.

He was left coughing up the from the foam, his eyes shifted upward squinting, sticking his hand weakly up into the air to shield his eyes.

Dianne bit her lip, her words filling her with excitement.

“Mark – would you like that?” She paused, before her smile returned. “How about later today, you get down between my toes, and you lick them clean?”

The little boy below her was still coughing, trembling, his arm unsteadily swaying above his head as his eyes squinted above him.

Dianne felt suddenly nervous. What if he say's no?

Dianne spoke out before the little man could speak. “You don't have to decide now. Just think about it, alright?” She picked her head up, handing the boot back to Sarah, the sudden tilting of the boot causing the muddy boot water to roll up over Mark, sweeping him away with the tide deeper into the boot.

“Oops” Dianne said again, before laughing. Sarah giggled as well as she took the boot back, placing it back on the ground.

She watched the remaining water settle in her heel before the rest seemed to drain into her dark wet insole.

“Don't bother coming out here Mark. Get in position”

Sarah didn't wait, pushing down with her foot while pulling the tongue of the boot upwards, her barefoot sliding inside. She could feel the wetness almost instantaneously, and as her foot slid against the walls of the leather, she could feel Mark, a warm little lump of flesh being dragged against the ball of her foot. She lifted her foot upward, her foot passing just enough over him so that by the time her toes hit the tip of her boot, mark was under her arch.

She put her foot down, the water and sweat instantaneously oozing from her boot made it feel like her foot was underwater for a second. She could feel Mark, squirming under her sole, his fruitless struggles tickling her. But he wasn't in the position she would have preferred, he was too far towards the flat part adjacent to her arch. So she tilted her foot sideways, while simultaneously sliding her foot left so that gravity and the friction from her foot would drag him in that direction. As she did, she could feel the water splashing over her foot, it was warm and wet, before she could sense marks tiny body sliding into position directly under her arch.

She stood up, the full weight on her boots causing an audible squelch, the warm liquid lapping at the sides of her foot and between her toes, before lacing up her boots. Marks tiny body pulsated under her arch – and in comparison to her walk earlier today without him, felt delightful.

She sat back down, and continued eating lunch, the two girls talking about what the might see later. They were both excited to continue – it was a beautiful day.