Apparently, someone else loved those boots too. A man was walking down the block towards Alissa. When he realized that the Goddess was coming his way, the man prayed that the Goddess would allow him the chance to lick those boots. The man prayed that he would have even just a few seconds to lick the boots before he died, because he was sure that he would be shrunk and killed just for looking at them already.
Truthfully, Goddess Alissa was too preoccupied to even notice the slave until she was only a few feet in front of him. At that point, the man was on his knees and Alissa almost stumbled into him. Angry, Goddess Alissa kicked the slave with the toe of her tan leather boot and knocked him on his side. "Out of my way, bug", she aaid as she kept walking.
The slave watched the Goddess walking away and saw those huge, heavy heels and glimpsed the bottoms of the tan leaher soles. He cried out, "Please Goddess! Flatten me!"
Alissa turned with disgust at the pitiful slave, then an evil smile crept up. She walked right up to him, and towered over him with both boots on either side of his head. "You want me to flatten you? You want to die?" She lifted one of the boots and slammed the worn sole onto the begging man's face. "Lick that sole before I crush you," she commanded.
The slave's prayers were answered as it licked and licked the worn leather, tasting the ground-in dirt and running his tongue over the worn tread of the sole. It mumbled prayers to the Goddess as it licked.
Alissa twisted her sole from side to side into the man's face. "I'm going to crush you like a cigarette butt, so you''ll never get in another woman's way again. I'm going to smear your guts all over this sidewalk". The slave licked mindlessly, knowing it was about to die.
Some women passed by and laughed at the sight of the doomed slave. The poor man was so busy licking the sole he didn't even notice the clicking heels as the other women walked by. Alissa spit at the wriggling slave. "I want you to beg to be squashed. Out loud so all of these women can hear you".
The slave moaned as loud as it could beneath the sole. "Please Goddess! I'm begging you! I belong squashed under this boot sole!' The women kept walking and laughed even more.
Alissa smirked and bent down, resting her hands on her knee, putting all of her weight down with the boot on top of the man's face. "Once more, then I'll crush you"
"Please! I'm ready to be crushed! I worship the bottom of your boot forever! I want to become part of your boot sole!"
Alissa was about the shrink the man and stomp when she noticed another slave staring at her from behind, about twenty feet away. "What are staring at, worm? You like what you see?"
The slave had been transfixed by the sight of the Goddess in her tight designer jeans, preparing to squash the man on the ground with her boot. He had been staring at Alissa's perfect ass.
"Get over here, worm, and tell me what you like", commanded the Goddess. The slave scurried over and knelt beside Alissa, leaning towards the Goddess' leather boot that was still on the ground. The Goddess kept twisting the sole of her other boot across the doomed, wriggling man's face, and started to laugh. "This one's about to die".The new slave simply started licking the shaft of the other boot, kissing the thick black zipper and the huge stacked heel. Alissa ignored him for a moment, then she looked down at him. "I guess you like my boots, too. That's okay, you can lick my boot while I crush this worm. Then I'll crush you next".
The slave licked the shaft up and down, tasting the soft tan leather. It became fixated on the heel and eagerly licked the side of the stacked wedge. It started licking the inside of the heel, and even the arch as best as it could. He was amazed at how big and clunky the heel was.
Alissa liked having the two men worshipping her at once Then she saw a third one across the street. "Over here!" The third slave ran over and immediately knelt. "Behind me, on all fours. I want to sit". The slave obeyed, turning himself into a human chair for the Goddess to sit on. Alissa sat on the man's back and eased the pressure of her sole on top of the wriggling slave's face. When she realized that the man might be getting free, she pressed down again hard.
"You're not going anywhere. You're going to die now". She finally shrunk the man and slammed her boot sole down flat on the ground, crushing the tiny man instantly into a splatter of red paste. Steaks of red liquid spread out in every direction on the ground, seeping out from under the boot. Alissa smiled as she lifted the sole to inspect the interesting pattern she had made. "That's the most I ever saw come out of one of you worms", she commented. There was a matching splotch of red liquid across the sole of the boot.
Alissa glanced down at the man worshipping the heel of her other boot. "I wonder how much goo I can make out of you?" The slave licked the heel even more feverishly. Alissa smiled and shrunk him, then lifted the heel up slightly. "Crawl under there. Let's see how much I can smear you."
The tiny man obeyed, crawling beneath the shadow of the now gigantic stacked heel. He stared up at the bottom of the towering heel, which was slowly coming down towards him. Goddess Alissa's voice boomed from above, "I'm going to slowly crush you and smear your guts as much as I can".
The chair slave whimpered as he heard the sound of the boot heel crunching the tiny body. He couldn't see it but he knew what was happening. He was happy being trapped under the Goddess' denim-covered ass, though.
Alissa lightly pressed down on top of the little man, squeezing his body flat under the heel and simultaneously sliding her heel back, smearing the crushed jelly. She drew a red streak for about a foot across the concrete. She was happy at the way the dead goo looked and stood up.
"Now I've got a party to get to," she said as she looked back at the slave under her ass. "What should I do with you?" The poor slave was unable to answer.
"Do you want to go inside my back pocket?," the Goddess asked. The slave mumbled 'yes' as Alissa stood up. She shrunk the man and scooped him up quickly, and was about to slip him into the back pocket of her tight Jordache jeans, then lifted him up close to her eyes.. "Or maybe you want to go under my boot too?"
The tiny man wriggled in her fingertips, helpless and confused. It didn't know what it wanted. Goddess Alissa sat on some nearby steps and held the man close to her eye again, so she could see him struggling. "You can either live inside the back pocket of my jeans or you can get squished under my boot. Take your pick". She looked back at her back pocket and thought about it, holding the tiny man over the Jordache label. "Of course, you won't live long inside this pocket either. Little men tend to get squished in there".
The man stared at the giant pocket and realized how tight it must be inside, and how easy it would be to become crushed whenever the Goddess sat down. Alissa then crossed one of her boots over her knee and held the tiny man in front of the sole. This was the sole with the large red splatter across the middle. "Maybe I should just press you into my sole. Would you like that?" She held the twitching man for a few seconds right over the red stain, letting him see the partially ground-in guts across the worn non-slip tread. "I can smear you all over this sole, just like that one".
The little man twitched as Alissa's giant fingertip pressed him against the worn leather sole. The Goddess giggled as she watched the tiny arms and legs flailing from under her fingertip. "I think you belong under my boot". She twisted her fingertip from side to side, crushing the helpless male body into a burst of liquid red jelly. She giggled some more then stood her boot on the ground, scraped the goo onto the concrete and kept walking.