“...HAHAHA...”

Is that thunder?

Awake and confused, my eyelids felt heavy as I came back into consciousness; I felt as if I had just run the worlds most grueling marathon. I struggled to open my eyes, my body aching and bruised like nothing I thought possible. My skin felt like it was being exposed to the edge of burning fire, like some kind of sunburn from another planet.

Where am I?

There lay before me a pool of dirty water, the strange black ground around it forming a shore, with a dark black wall beyond it. Particulates of black and brown floated in the water, some globular and others stringy, the color of the water looking foggy and making the bottom of the pool look slightly gray. I could feel the sudden compulsion to drink, a thirst like I had been trapped in the desert. My body ached so much that I thought about not moving, but my desire for liquid easily won out.

“STOOOOP....”

The thunder above me seemed caused ripples on the surface of the water. I had to pull myself forward, pushing weakly off the wet ground with my arms. I could see my skin was reddish pink underneath a coating of wet black grime. Bits of crud were wedged into my skin like pebbles.

And so I dragged myself forward, only the yard or so I needed to make it to the waters edge, the blackish ground feeling strange below me.

What the fuck is going on?

As I neared the waters edge I saw the reflection of the sky above me; there were strange black cliffs seemingly on either side of me as well. But my thirst left me no time for curiosity, and I lowered my head towards the water, my lips parched as I neared the pool.

It smelt salty as my nose drew near, an almost sour vinegar smell seeming to waft off the surface like smoke. I could feel the heat of it when my lips drew close, but I was so thirsty I didn't care.

“...DRYING OFF...”

The sky rumbled deeply again as my lips entered the water, instantly stingy them with sharp pain, but my thirst one out. I drank from the water, the sour vinegary taste stinging my mouth and tongue as I painfully tried to draw it down my throat, the disgusting taste incapable of stopping me from drinking. I watched the floating black particulates pull towards my lips as I uncaringly gulped it all in, the slimy bits sticking to my teeth before slapping on the roof of my mouth.

I coughed at this, trying to hack one out of my throat, when I finally strained my neck upward.

What I thought were black cliffs formed a wall in front of and to my sides, and as I pulled my neck upward I realized I was at the bottom of a pit.

Was I in an accident?

I was confusingly trying to remember where I was, what happened, as I pulled the slimy brown thing from my mouth. The lack of recognition of it only made me more and more confused, a terrible dread forming along the edges of my mind.

A small ripple pulsated from the water, and I heard a deep rumble emanating from somewhere far away. Then there was another, with slightly more energy, and louder.

It happened again, and I started to panic. I painfully craned my neck behind me, only to see a tunnel leading further into darkness.

BOOM

The noise was louder this time, and the vibration of the water caused it to lap up over my hands.

BOOOM

The water splashed again, the walls of the pit I was trapped in starting to visibly shake before me, dust and particles falling off the sides of them.

BOOOOM

The water rocked back and forth now, dust and rocks falling from the walls were creating puffs of brown clouds. The trickling sound of it falling accompanied the detritus that hit my back, filling me with new dread.

I wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go, so I just found myself staring, transfixed at the sky above me.

BOOOOOM

The crimson light from outside the pit started to darken as the water splashed on me again with a sting, The dirt falling from above seemed to come steadily down onto me now, the air and smoke from the particles visibly floating in the cloudy air.

BOOOOOOOM

The light further darkened from above. I could only sit terrified.

What kind of storm is this?

And that's when I saw a shadow blocking the light that hit the side of the pit wall above me.

I felt instant terror.

BOOOOOOOOM

I lowered my head like a terrified gazelle, putting it back down to the water hoping whatever nightmare above me might pass me by. I didn't know why I did it, but it seemed like the correct move. I now only stared into the reflection of the dirty cloud of shimmering water. The light around me turned to shadow as the red light above was suddenly obscured by what looked like a mountain.

And then I remembered everything that had happened.

***

Sarah and Dianne finally finished their refreshing swim in the cool blue lake as the sky was turning to dusk. Sarah herself felt wonderful, a cooling swim was perfect before they would rest and enjoy relaxing, riding on the high of endorphins from a day of hiking and beautiful scenery. Sarah left the water before Dianne, but they would soon both have to set up camp. The spot they had picked was nice, a few logs conveniently placed around what had been previously used as a campfire on the sandy ground along the edge of the beach, the forest just behind them. There they had changed originally into their swimwear; Sarah was wearing a blue two piece, where as Dianne wore a more modest one piece. Sarah was visibly wet as she trudged along the sand as she arrived at camp.

As she reached into her bag, she grabbed a towel, and then turned towards the rest of her clothes. Her shirt and yoga pants were still visibly sweaty, before she saw her black boots resting next to her log.

Sarah looked down into her black boot in curiosity. At first, it looked like nothing more then an old shoe, wet and soggy from her long hike throughout the day. She could see a slight glimmering reflection of light off her damp insole, a bit of water collecting around her heel. It was there she saw him, the tiny man which had been under her sole for the afternoon. His head was down in the water, and she smiled as she realized what he was doing.

Now that's breaking in an insert.

Sarah picked her head up and and called to Dianne.

“Like, check this out” before she turned back down to look into her boot.

The little man was covered in what looked like a layer of black grime, making it difficult to see him amongst the rest of the dark black boot. But he was very much there, on his hands knees, drinking from the pool of dirty liquid that collected around her heel.

As Dianne approached, Sarah could see the water moving in her heel. The little man below her didn't move, but she could see him now visibly trembling, his tiny size making her unsure if the movement was voluntary or just in response to the boot shaking around him.

“What's up?” Dianne said as she walked over, her body still soaked from the water as she trudged along, her feet now covered in wet sand.

Sarah pointed down at her boot, and Dianne traced her eyes down from her finger. Below her was Sarah's soggy old boot, and she could see the liquid pooling at the bottom.

“Gross...” Dianne said, not hiding her disdain. “You really should get some new boots. Those things are nasty”

Sarah giggled. “No like, not that, look closer”

Dianne didn't really want to look inside the boot, just the sight of them made her want to squirm. But she looked anyway, not seeing anything but what appeared to be wet dirt and grime along the bottom of the shoe. There was one large clump, a lighter shade of black that was clumped next to the heel. But for some reason it caught her attention, and that's when she noticed something unusual.

It was moving, barely, just a small shaking, but it was moving nonetheless.

Oh my god. Dianne thought to herself.

Is that... Mark?

After her long hike and the beautiful swim, she had nearly forgotten about him. And now, looking at the filthy tiny man at the bottom of Sarah's soggy boots - she suddenly felt regret.

Dianne stared down at the little man trembling at the bottom of Sarah's old wet boot. The tiny man was filthy, bits of worn leather and dirt clung to his skin like seaweed on the beach. His head was down, and the look reminded her of a nature show, where a gazelle would drink from a pond while trying to keep an eye out for predators.

She frowned. She had ended her long day of hiking with a wonderful swim in the lake, and the endorphins left her feeling more relaxed and happy then she had in a long time. So Mark's weak, dirty appearance was a shock to her.

Has he really been in our boots all day?

Sarah's voice broke up Dianne's sudden remorse.

“Hey, bug boy.” Sarah said, before giggling.

The little man shook more as the words left her mouth.

“See this? Looks like after that hike we've really broken him. He's drinking from my boot like a good little toy”

Dianne stared at the little man, and the thought of him drinking from the filth inside Sarah's boot made her instantly want to gag.

How could anybody possibly enjoy this? Dianne thought to herself, wondering if she made a mistake, wondering how anyone would enjoy a lifestyle like this.

Sarah turned to look at Dianne. “I totally love having these things pamper me after a workout. You're like, still looking forward to that, right?”

Dianne looked back down at the little man who continued to tremble. Dianne was suddenly unsure of what she was doing, the sudden realization that she may have have been carried away in the emotions of trying to smuggle a tiny which had been compounded when she was nearly caught by Sarah. She had said earlier she wanted the little man to lick her clean between her toes, but very thought of it now revolted her, suddenly embarrassed that she even thought of it.

Still, a part of her still wanted it. She knew men who had foot fetishes, and she had heard stories of some tinies falling in love with their mistresses and embracing their new lifestyle. But perhaps she was just fooling herself. As she stared at the pathetic man at the bottom of Sarah's boot she wondered if this was just a lie, just something women told themselves so that they could justify the horrible things that men were now subjected to.

But Dianne couldn't air her concerns aloud. “He's filthy. There is no way I'm letting him get anywhere near my feet until he's cleaned up.”

Sarah laughed. “Fine. Like, I get it. You don't need to rub it in” She said, giggling. “I'll clean him up for you. After all, it's mostly from my boot anyway.”

Dianne nodded. “You're damn right it is” before she looked back down at the tiny. The thought of the little man licking the dirt from her toes no longer seemed like anything more then the gross, demeaning activity that it was. And forcing Mark to do it just seemed wrong.

But still, she was curious of what it felt like. And she did tell mark this was going to happen. She, in the end, would hold to her promise. Mark could be a free man if he wanted, or as she now somewhat doubted, perhaps Mark would like to be hers.

It was a strange thought. She wasn't sure what to really believe, but some part of her was still hoping.

Forever under my feet. The thought both scared and excited her.

A man who whose sole purpose would be for her.

Dianne suddenly giggled at her unintentional entendre.

Sarah titled herself and looked at her as she giggled. “What are you laughing about?”

Dianne couldn't hide her smile. “Oh, nothing. You clean him up now. I'm gonna get some firewood.”

Sarah nodded. “It'll be my pleasure, captain” She smiled as she started to lean over the boot, Dianne walking away.

***

The thunderous voices of the goddesses echoed around me but the deep,booming voices were too strange and otherworldly for me to comprehend properly. The goddess Sarah remained above me, looking like a pale white mountain with golden rivers flowing from it's peak.

From within the pit that was Sarah's boot the world darkened, and I looked up to see what at first looked like the mountain falling down. But it was Sarah's huge blimp like face, her hair flowing freely down from the sides like millions of golden rays of light.

“Come here, you little bug” Sarah's voice thundered.

The world shook around me as the water leaped and rippled in the pool of the heel, the liquid rushing towards me like a wave. The salty fluid stung my battered hands as it passed over them before burning the rest of me, bits of dirt and ripped up pieces of shoe from the insole clinging to my hands and between my fingers as it was carried by the wave. I fell backward into the ground as the tide rushed over me, sliding deeper into the pit.

Then the world slanted again, the stinging water splashing around me giving me a paltry glimpse of light coming from the mouth of my tomb, shining on the heels pit now at an angle below me. The dirty water rushed back, and I tumbled forward with the wave, my battered body aching as I slammed into the black leather wall that was now the floor.

The side of the boot continued to tip, and I was carried with a wave of sour water up to the mouth of the boot which was now somehow below me.

Everything was a blur, the red sky above and the tan sand below, as I spun through the air in free fall.

***

Sarah unceremoniously tilted her old boot and watched as the tiny fell with a wave of dirty water onto the sand. As he hit the ground she heard a small yelp, almost like a mouse, and she couldn't help but smile.

She let the rest of the water fall from her boot onto him, the trickle of it pinning him to the muddy sand as he struggled to escape. Shaking her boot for good measure so the last drops fell, the tiny could finally breathe, and she watched it gasping for breath.

With a puddle around the tiny making him look like he was in half foot of water, Sarah smiled, and she addressed the little man who gasped before her sandy feet.

“Look, like, you better do exactly as we say, without question, and you better do it with enthusiasm”

She emphasized the word. The little man trembled before her, not saying a word as he looked up at her.

Sarah frowned.

“Are you not listening to me?” She said, as she lifted her right foot forward.

The tiny panicked, trying to scramble away, but it was hopeless.

Is this bug trying to run?

She smiled as she moved her foot slowly over him, the tiny man easily under the shadow of her foot as the boy struggled to climb a small clump of sand below her. As it neared, the tiny collapsed, before turning over just in time for her to see his terrified face from between her sandy toes and she slowly lowered them on top of him, causing her to giggle.

Then her huge foot was on top of him, and she spread her toes wide, with her big and second toe now flanking either side of the tinies head as the ball of her foot knocked him in the chest into the sand.

And then she gripped with her dirty toes, feeling the tiny man yelp as she lifted her foot upward, the grip on his head holding him in place as his legs dangled freely below.

***

“AAAIIIIII!!!”

I screamed uncontrollably in pain as the wet sandy toes of Sarah gripped my head like some kind of enormous claw. I could feel myself rising into the air, my neck being pulled awkwardly from the weight of the rest of my body below. All I could see was the dirt and skin of the toes on either side and in front of my face, the gap in front of me compacted with wet dirt and sand, skin visibly flaked as the whole thing moved, causing it to slide and fall onto me and down far below.

But then the goddess boomed again and I couldn't help but strain my eyes upward into the sky, her blue eyes locking onto me juxtaposing with her pale skin, a blue bra below revealing plump breasts that looked like large blue blimps. She was wearing a blue two piece swim suit, a towel draped over one shoulder.

“You stupid little shit...” Her voice boomed over me, her pale eyebrows furled down and her lips turned into a frown.

Her plump toes gripped me tighter, the wet sand between them rushing rapidly towards me before smothering my face, cutting off my air and blinding me. I panicked, squirming desperately to escape as the pain emanated from my neck.

Even from the blackness of the dirt, the world seemed to shake as Sarah's voice burst like gunfire.

“Hahaha...” She boomed deeply, my squirming only seeming to delight her.

And then I was blinded by light as the world seemed to blur around me, and just as quickly as I had been moving I came to an abrupt halt.

I was disoriented, but I could feel the hot leather ground below me, and before my vision cleared I was trembling in absolute terror, knowing exactly where I was.

Sarah's hot breath blasted me like the wind, and I couldn't help but shake, terrified, as the goddesses voice exploded around me.

“Look, bug, you better, like, do what we say.” She paused. I was staring down at her the grooves of her palm, terrified to look at this living god above me. The ground seemed to pulsate, I could feel it through my hands and knees as I trembled.

I could feel a new heat from behind me before I could see a shadow being cast around me. I instinctively hunched down further, afraid, hopelessly trying to hide.

But then I was squeezed, two pale logs with shiny white nails looking like strange metal shields pressing into my sides, and I was once again in the air.

Before me was the enormous white-yellow face of Sarah, her blue eyes looking like Caribbean water.

“You're like, literally a bug. What the fuck do you think you're doing? Do you think you can run and hide?”

I could feel the rapid movement before I could see it, and I screamed the whole time.

“AAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!”

Another white tip leather tree like appeared before, the appendage slamming into my balls. A pain pulsated through my body and I felt like I was flying through the air. But Sarah's other enormous white fingers locked me in place, my body wanting to slump over but being unable to to do so. The pain seemed to pulsate over and over, and I couldn't help but whine each and every time it did. I struggled to breathe, the pain too tremendous to do anything but writhe in agony. I could taste blood in my mouth.

Sarah laughter sounded like gunfire all around me, before her voice boomed like thunder once again.

“Like, you better stop whining. You're lucky you're Dianne's little insert. She totally treats you too well. Do you understand?”

Her eyes were locked onto me, her enormous cave like maw curled into a smile. I had barely drawn a breath, but terror drove me to respond, my life may have very well depended on it.

“Yes, goddess!” I shouted, coughing up some blood only to swallow the rest in fear of incurring this goddesses wrath.

“Like, from now on, you're going to do everything with enthusiasm. No more bitching. Your purpose is to please us”

She paused and stared at me, and I could feel her grip tightening between her two fingers, pushing out a little bit of air as I trembled. I wasn't sure if I should say anything; the terror of not knowing what to say was equal to the fear of the pain I knew she could inflict on me.

But I guess I guessed correctly, because her voice thundered again, and I was spared whatever wrath she could inflict, at least for the moment.

“So you better do like, literally, exactly as she says. I don't care if she totally wants you want to walk into her mouth as, like, a snack.”

Her hot breath blasted me like a storm before she paused again to smile, staring at me as if she might pop me into her mouth.

I hadn't stopped trembling since she had her two humongous fingers locked onto me.

Then she squeezed me tighter, my rapid breathing becoming shallower as the chest became more and more restricted.

“BUG!” Her voice boomed like a cannon. I shook in terror, and she giggled knowing that her voice could inflict such terror upon me.

“And you better, like, do it with enthusiasm. You're going to love it with all your heart, you're going to thank her, tell her this is an honor for you, a gift. Whatever Dianne asks you are going to love and accept, and your whining and bitching is totally going to stop.”

She paused, once more, squeezing me so I could no longer breath.

Her hot breath washed over me as her voice boomed.

“So, like, bug, do you understand?”

Terrified, I nodded, weakly speaking with the last of my breath.

“...yes...goddess...”

Then I was falling, unable to scream, one gasping breath before I slammed into the white leather surface of an enormous palm below me, the air knocked out of me once again, pain pulsating from where my chest hit the surface.

I simply stared at the living ground below me, the white leather grooves looking like the side of some strange worn rock, as the Goddess above me once again roared. I could taste fresh blood in my mouth.

“BUG!”

I panicked, struggling to right myself, absolutely terrified, but in my already weakened state I only fell over again.

Sarah's laughter echoed around as I fell on my face.

“Get up bug!” She thundered over me.

The living leather surface seemed to sway back and forth like a boat in a hurricane. While terror gave me energy, my weakened state didn't help my ability to stand, and I struggled to get on my hands and knees to do so.

As I finally got unsteadily to my feet, I could feel the hot wind that was the breath of Sarah blowing around me like a storm, stinging my eyes and making it difficult for me to see the huge face that hung over me like a blimp.

“Too slow, buggy” Sarah said, giggling as she did.

The world darkened around me before I could feel the heat of the massive appendage swooping down from above me, and I only needed to glance upward to see the humongous white hand of Sarah descending onto me like a massive crane from heaven.

I was instantly shaking, terrified of what was about to happen, and I found myself speaking without even thinking about.

“Please...” I whimpered, my voice hurting like I was about to burst into tears. “Don't...”

Like lightning, the massive appendage above me appeared in front of me, the log like index finger of Sarah rocketing forward, the white tipped nail slamming me right in my balls.

“Aiiieeeeee-” I screamed, all the air knocked out of me as I was knocked viciously down into her palm, writhing in pain.

I was crying as I struggled to breathe, and in my blurred vision I could see Sarah's face above me, the only thing I could see besides the enormous finger hovering above me like it was contemplating smashing me to bits.

“Like, what the fuck do you think you're doing?” Sarah's voice boomed again.

I twisted and turned in agony as I struggled to take a breath, tears streaming out of my eyes as I remained absolutely terrified of the goddess above me.

“Like, did the bugboy not listen anything I fucking said?” Her voice roared.

I was screaming as tree sized finger descended onto me again.

“AIIIIIEEEEE!” I managed to say as the thing slammed me once in the balls once again.

Blood was pouring out of my mouth now, my ears ringing preventing me from hearing anything except for what sounded like gunfire. I understood now it was Sarah giggling, her finger hovering only yards above me. I was squirming hopelessly, trying to escape the white leather tree like index finger in futile instinctual effort. Each way I squirmed the finger would block my way, before her middle finger came down on the other side of me, both of her fingers standing over me like two massive legs. I simply trembled, terrified to see Sarah's face, the only visible thing above me, replacing the sky, her teeth shining white as she revealed a beautiful smile.

“How does it feel, buggy?” It sounded like thunder.

I was terrified, shaking, fresh blood in mouth as I struggled to breathe. I was too terrified to speak, too weak and confused to feel anything but pain and fear, the oily leather land around me that was the palm of her hand feeling now oddly cool.

“Man, you must totally love this” She boomed, one of the white tipped logs lifting up next to me.

I didn't even see it as it slammed down into my chest, a small mercy as fresh blood poured from my mouth. I could do nothing but grunt and writhe as the pain emanated from every part of my body.

Sarah booming laughter shook the world around me like an earthquake.

“How does it feel?”

I knew what she wanted and I no longer cared. I was completely broken.

She is my god.

My voice was garbled as I struggled to speak.

“It feels great!” I shouted weakly, swallowing blood when I was done.

Sarah smiled, and lifted her finger up again, bringing it over me. I was instantly shaking, once again terrified of the impending pain that I would soon feel.

“What's that? I'm sorry, like, did you forget who you were talking to?”

I was shouting with as much energy as I had. “Goddess! I'm sorry! Please, goddess... it feels wonderful!”

Sarah exploded in laughter again as her finger slammed down on my balls.

“AIIIEEEEE” The pain seemed to course out from my balls to the tips of my fingers like an electrical shock, blood pouring from my mouth.

“You like, literally like it?” Sarah said, her voice not betraying her glee.

I spoke like it was the only thing I wanted to do.

“Yes, Goddess, please!” I said, pausing to cough as I prayed that this cruel game would end. “It feels great!”

Sarah giggled, her finger lifting into the air again. I was instantly shaking, blurting out the words.

“Goddess! Thank you” I wasn't thinking clearly, just yelling words that I thought my spare me. “I love it, please, goddess!”

Sarah laughed. Her finger now hovering over me like a giant hammer getting ready to smash me to bits.

“Really? You like it? You want me to flick you again?”

I was crying but I spoke what I thought she wanted to hear anyway.

Don't deny it, Mark. A voice said in my head.

“Yes, goddess. I love it!”

“Beg for me bug boy” Her voice thundered.

“Please goddess! Please flick me again!”

Sarah laughed, her finger lowering slower down onto me as she did. She brought her thumb from her side, until the two appendages were latching onto my cock, before she boomed again.

“You're getting the idea now buggy. Like, I don't want to hear any more complaints. I want to hear enthusiasm. I want you to accept that your life is to literally serve your goddesses from now on, and that you totally love it, no matter how mean or humiliating it is.”

Her huge fingers started to squeeze my cock, and I was once again terrified.

“Do you understand, bug? Do you understand you're purpose?”

I was crying. “Yes, goddess.” I cried “Yes...I'm just your bug boy.”

“That's right. And you better spoil Dianne with enthusiasm, because, if you don't, I swear I'll rip your little dick off before pulling your limbs off one by one.”

I trembled as she spoke, and she squeezed my cock a little tighter, causing me to scream.

“Do you understand?!”

I was crying “YES GODDESS!” I shouted with all my energy “I'M JUST YOUR LITTLE BUG TOY!”

Sarah voice echoed around me.

“And?”

I trembled as I quickly thought of words, no longer capable of shouting at the top of my lungs.

“...and you're my goddesses! And I love you, and I live to serve you, whatever it is you want and...”

Sarah's thundering laughter cut me off.

“Alright, enough of your little squeaks. Remember, like, don't fuck this up. I totally want Dianne to see how good a little insert can be after I'm done with training them.”

She paused, and then smiled, her voice booming around me again.

“And if you're good, I promise...”

She said, her finger lifting into the air over me.

“...you'll get some more little loving flicks”

Her words terrified me and I noticed I was shaking, unsure if I had ever stopped. And before I knew what was happening, I was falling, screaming as I slammed into the sandy ground below. The world was suddenly a desert all around me, high sandy dunes flanking me on all sides.

I didn't have long to admire the scenery when sand and dust fell on me from above. As I looked up I could see the bus sized sandy wet foot of Sarah lowering from above me, and I did nothing as the body of the goddess disappeared by the ever increasing size of the toes and ball of the foot, cutting off my vision of her face above me. The thing did not stop, soon knocking me to the ground as the wet sand stuck to the bottom of her skin began coating me. I fell into the sandy wet gap underneath her toes, which then continued pushing me down into the sand. I could feel the air squeezing out of me as I was being buried alive. The toes then paused over me, before pressing into me again, rolling me forward and flipping my naked, sandy body onto my back.

Sand got into my eyes, stinging me, but from my blurred vision I could see the gap of bare skin between her big and second toe, the thing covered in wet sand. I could feel the sand on my naked body below me pressing into my back, the mud from her second and third toe pressing into me from above. Her white toes were shorter and more muscular in comparison to Dianne's, and I could feel my body being surrounded on all sides as the toes wrapped around me.

I was terrified but not attempting to escape, meekly embracing my fate as the sand pushed up around me, my face pushed into the dirty wet flesh underneath Sarah's second toe. Her plain white leg was a tower above me, and above that, the blimp like face of Sarah hovered, her blue eyes shimmering just above her pale knee.

Her mere glance was more than enough indication of what she wanted, and so I opened my mouth, wet sand filling it and causing me to cough before I pushed my face into it, desperately trying to find the flesh of the toe underneath the layer of wet dirt and muck that had accumulated.

Sarah continued to stare at me as I pressed my tongue forward, instantly filling itwith dirt and rocks that I coughed or swallowed. The toey walls around me started to restrict, and I could feel my lungs now struggling to draw breath as a squeezing pain slowly started to come from inside me. I didn't stop trying to lick, each pass of my tongue removing another layer of mud and grime. The toes continued to restricting until I could no longer see anything but the dirt clinging to the flesh of her second toe above me.

I started to panic as I found myself further constricted, now completely unable to breath as the toes wrapped around me like a giant boa. I knew what I had to do, I had to find the flesh of the goddess above me, to lick like the good little toy I was, to acknowledge my ultimate purpose to these goddesses.

Fear drove me forward; I started to become light headed, but as my tongue pressed into the muck I could suddenly feel the wet clammy flesh amongst the dirt and rocks that covered it, the now distinctive sour vinegar taste of the Sarah's skin pressing into my tongue.

And the toes above me seemed to sense it, I could feel them pulsate as I made contact. I pushed my face into it again, licking off enough dirt so that my tongue finally pressed directly onto it – and the toes loosened, allowing me to draw enough breath to breathe, and further causing me to double my efforts, to use the small gap of clean flesh I had create to expand it out further, licking like it was the only thing I wanted to do.

Like I was born for it. Like I loved it.

“Good bug.” Sarah's voice boomed.

I didn't look at her, I just kept licking.

“Like, I thought you were never going to start licking”

Her laughter thundered, vibrating the world around me.

“You must be literally in heaven right now”

She paused, laughing again.

“So?” she boomed.

The goddesses toes around me began to constrict again, and I looked up, seeing Sarah's huge face staring at me, my body partially buried underneath the toes, the dirty skin on the gap between them blocking my vision of anything to my side and cutting off anything around me, just leaving just her godlike figure above me, her white towering leg leading up to her goddess face hovering over it, all of which seemed disconnected from the gigantic toes that I was slave to.

I knew what she wanted.

“Yes...Goddess. I love it - thank you- thank you!” I screamed as loudly as I could.

Sarah laughed, her toes loosening again as I pushed my face back into the dirty side of flesh on her toe, the work I had done cleaning it mostly negated from the shifting of dirt as she moved squeezed me just now. I was desperately licking, once again in hopes of appeasing her.

“Your a lucky little bug, you know that?”

Sarah thundered, pressing onto me slightly and knocking the air out of me. But even gasping I didn't stop tryinging to lick, her giggles vibrating the world around me and creating a storm of dust and dirt, covering my face and coating the wall of toe that I was desperately trying to clean.

Sarah's giggles sounded like gunfire.

“Tell me bug boy. Tell me how lucky you are”

I was nearly on the verge of tears, desperately trying to breathe in the storm of dust and dirt as Sarah's toes lifted up, allowing me a second to view the massive dirty appendage, shreds of worn calloused skin on her second toe peaking slightly through the mud as wet goop fell onto me. Then Sarah's toes lowered down onto me, leaving me terrified that I might soon get buried underneath the sand.

“I'm the luckiest bug in the world!” I shouted, partially crying.

I paused, tears coming out of my eyes as I could feel the wet toes lifting up partially and shifting over my face. I could no longer see Sarah's face, just the bottom of her wet sandy big toe hanging over me.

I shouted again.

“I love it!” I paused, coughing as a hunk of dirt fell down onto me. “I love being your bug boy! I love serving you! I belong to your feet and toes!”

Sarah thundering laughter shifted the sand around me as her big toe lifted above me, clumps of muddy wet sand falling onto me, stinging me as they slowly began to cover my body, leaving me terrified of being buried. I could feel the heat and smell the vinegar above me.

Sarah's voice sounded like a storm.

“Well then, like, prove it”

It descended rapidly, blowing wind and sand around me, before pinning me to the ground, pushing the wet sand into my skin and around me. Panicked, I opened my mouth, pushed my face into the bottom of the mud covered toe, and made love with it, made love with the thing that was my god, sand and all.

The sour smell of her vinegary feet mixed with the dirt, my world nothing but a muddy wall of flesh above me as the world thundered around me with a strange feminine laughter.

I gave up. I wanted to live. I accepted my fate.

This is my purpose.