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They waited in line outside, perhaps twenty thousand of them. At some point, Belinda and Jamie, who were patiently waiting at the entryway, lost count of the worthless worms. The naked slaves wound all the way around the block, somewhat protected by the Security women who were supposed to scare off troublemakers. It wasn�t uncommon for a lot of the concert-goers to get shrunk and squashed as they waited in line at one of these events, by any of the passing Goddesses who were in a devilish mood. The Security women themselves would sometimes take their frustrations out by shrinking and stepping on a few, but the idea was supposed to be to keep as many as alive as possible for the concert. After all, everyone wanted the hall to be packed, especially the Great Goddess Samantha!
Her posters were everywhere, and the slaves stared mindlessly at the large full-colour pictures in awe as they waited. A tall, blonde Goddess with a smirk on her beautiful face. In the picture she was wearing tattered jeans and a black leather motorcycle jacket, and her jeans were tucked into a heavy pair of black leather motorcycle boots. The photo was taken from a low angle with a fisheye lens, so the Goddess appeared gigantic. She was lifting one of her boots up to show off the tan leather sole. The caption: �Samantha In Concert: Nothing But Sole!� Belinda and Jamie were in charge of monitoring the front door, and were both appropriately decked out for a rock concert. Belinda had long, wild black hair with large gold hoop earrings. She had very tight black leather skirt and her favorite pair of black leather riding boots. Smooth, tall, gleaming leather shafts, thin straps and buckles around the ankles, and tan leather, treaded soles. She was wearing a black top that emphasized her breasts prominently. Jamie had wavy, dirty blonde hair. Her faded, tight jeans were tucked into a heavy pair of black leather engineer boots, with squared-off toes, wide, heavy heels and large, flat tan leather soles. When the slaves finally started coming in, Belinda and Jamie were in charge of slowing down the inevitable rushing, shrinking the slaves, then making sure the tiny ones lined up properly at the small, mousehole-like entrance so they could enter the actual concert hall. It took some skill to make sure the men didn�t accidentally step on themselves! Belinda slowed the men down as they entered, passed them one-at-a-time towards Jamie, who shrunk them and prodded their suddenly tiny bodies to the end of the forming line. Slowly, that tiny line went through the mousehole. The girls lost count early on, and soon it became an automatic process. A television monitor on the wall showed an overall view of the concert hall on the other side of the wall, so the girls could see the slaves filling it up. After about a half an hour, all of the slaves from outside had come into the lobby and been shrunk. Now there was very long line (about ten feet!) of ant-sized slaves slowly entering the mousehole. Belinda and Jamie stood over the little men, watching them with amusement, and relieved to be finished with the hard work. Belinda liked the fact that she was wearing a skirt and that the men could look up and see her panties if they wanted to. �I bet they�re all looking up here,� she pointed between her legs. �They�re too busy thinking about getting stepped on, � laughed Jamie. When any of the little men wandered from the line, the girls were supposed to prod them back gently, using one fingertip and nothing else. Belinda saw a man scurry away but she just stepped the toe of her riding boot about an inch in front of its tiny body. �Get back, slave�. The man was afraid. It became confused by the sight of the two gigantic women towering overhead and it wanted to worship them. It ran towards the rounded toe of Belinda�s boot, hoping to touch the shiny, black leather. �Come on, stupid fucker,� said Belinda as the little man humped the round of the toe. �I�m not supposed to kill you. Get back in line�. She got down on one knee, pinched the tiny man up between two fingers carefully and lifted it off of her boot-toe, placing back in line. She noticed that it didn�t move after that. It just stayed in one spot as the line moved past it. Belinda leaned over the string of flesh-covered specks and squinted. �I think it�s jerking off�. Sure enough, the tiny man had become completely obsessed with the toe of Belinda�s riding boot and couldn�t stop masterbating! Jamie got on her knees and looked down at it too. �We�ve got to get these things in there. We can�t let them jerk off when they see us�. Jamie picked up the little masterbator between HER fingers and held it up to her eyes. �I know it�s hard not to because we�re so gorgeous, but if you don�t stop jerking off, we�ll have to squish you�. Belinda laughed, �Stupid! That�s just going to make it jerk off more! It wants to be squished�. Jamie realized her mistake as the little thing in her fingers started twitching faster. �Oh, right, I forgot�. Jamie tried to be discreet and quietly reached her fingers, still holding the squirming slave, around to the right-hand back pocket of her jeans. She slowly crushed the little man�s body into one of the rivets at the top corner of the pocket, smearing the slave�s liquid guts into the small, round piece of gold metal. Belinda smirked at the very quiet sound of the crushing body as Jamie pretended that nothing was going on back there. �Gee, do you think they noticed, Jamie?� A few of the slaves got out of line and srarted moving towards Jamie. The dirty blonde Goddess slipped the slightly wet tip of her finger into her mouth, sucking the juice from the man she just squashed. The little men came close to her knees. They knew that Goddess Jamie had just killed a slave somewhere behind her ass. �Get back in line, worms,� said Jamie as she leaned down over the group of worshippers, but the men stayed there. She scooped them all up in her palm and examined them closely. �Please, Goddess,� pleaded one of the little slaves, �We know you squished a man. We want to be squished too! Tell us how you did it�. Jamie laughed at the stupid slaves in her hand. �Wouldn�t you like to know?�, she teased. Meanwhile Belinda watched the monitor and noticed that the concert room was more than three-quarters full. The line of slaves was still pretty long and moving slowly. Both women were on their knees on either side of the crawling line. Jamie was smiling at the handful of men in her palm, and playfully poking them with one finger from her other hand. Belinda noticed what Jamie was doing and scowled. �Can�t you wait until the room is full, at least? There�ll be plenty extra�. �But these are so cute,� said Jamie, �They want to see my back pocket�. The Goddess reached the handful of begging worms around to her back pocket. She held them right near the pocket�s top right-hand corner, letting them see the gold rivet where she had crushed the man before. She didn�t say anything., but the little slaves understood that that�s where the man had died. They instinctively crawled to the edge of her palm and scrambled over each other to lick the rivet. Jamie glanced back at the men she was holding against her pocket and giggled. �They�re licking one of the rivets on my back pocket. Oh, Belinda, you�ve got to see this...� Jamie then turned her ass around enough so that Belinda could see what was going on. Belinda, despite her attempt to keep her cool, felt a rush of excitement at the sight of those tiny men worshipping just one rivet on her friend�s back pocket. They looked like little pink bugs. Belinda then looked down at the line of slowly moving men on the floor, only inches from the front panel of her leather skirt. �I can�t stand it,� she moaned, �I�ve got to kill some of them�. Belinda pinched up the very last slave from the line, hoping the ones before it wouldn�t notice. She held the wriggling body between two fingertips, right in front of her skirt. The front panel was stretched tight since she was kneeling. The smooth black leather was incredibly sumptuous. When the little man saw the vast expanse of lambskin before him, he cried out to feel it. Belinda happily obliged the slave�s wishes by pressing its soft body into the supple leather grain. The man screamed out as it became crushed flat by the Goddess� massive fingertip. The little thing broke into droplets of red and pink goo as it was flattened and smeared into the impossible softness of Belinda�s skirt. The Goddess liked the wet spot she was making on the front panel, right between her legs. She kept smearing the goo until it was worked into the leather and finally became nothing more than a faint trace of moisture. Jamie was too occupied to notice what Belinda was doing. She was still looking at the men against her back pocket. �Maybe you boys would like to live inside my pocket�, she teased them as she used her thumb to open the top of the pocket slightly. �I could just slip all of you in here, but I want to see you crawl in by yourselves�. It was only about an inch upwards from Jamie�s palm to the lip of the back pocket, but for the tiny, ant-sized slaves, an inch was over twenty feet! Some of them tried to crawl up the denim towards the lip, while the others stayed licking the rivet on the pocket�s corner. Jamie slid her palm up just a bit so the men had an easier time reaching the lip. A few of them managed to crawl inside, and started working their way down inside the very tight pocket. A few of them still struggled and Jamie became annoyed. She simply pressed all of their bodies into the lip of the pocket at once, smushing most of their soft guts along the edge. Jamie had a good bit of red liquid on her fingers, with a few still-alive, twitching bodies mixed in with the pulp. These slaves she simply crushed together into one small clump on top of the gold rivet, mashing whatever bits of male pulp should could feel into the smooth metal. When she pulled her hand away, she had to rub her fingers on the leg of her jeans to get the goo off. Meanwhile, Belinda slid one of her tall riding boots forward and stood it up, so now she was kneeling on one knee, with one boot standing. She quietly positioned the boot behind the line of men, only a few inches behind the last one. �Now listen to me, little boys, whatever you do, DON�T turn around. Just keep marching forward through that little doorway. If you hear anything behind you, ignore it�. Belinda then slid her boot forward slightly and rested it on its heavy black heel, raising the treaded sole over the last five or six men in the line. She slowly, very slowly, lowered the sole so the toe of her boot was resting on top of those straggling men. She could feel them wriggling under the leather sole, right under the toe-tip before the tread started. �Mmmm,� she moaned to herself quietly, �Lucky men, you get to die under Belinda�s sole,� she whispered as she pressed the toe flat on the floor, squashing the little group of slaves together. A sticky glob of red goo seeped out from under the toe, oozing towards the last man in line. The little terrified slave didn�t turn around, just like he was instructed, even though he heard the sound of crushing bodies right behind him, as well as the sound of spreading goo. Jamie was happy that she had a few men trapped in the back pocket of her tight jeans. She lightly caressed the miniscule bumps in the denim while she watched Belinda having fun with her riding boots. �Guess you couldn�t hold out, either�, she laughed. Jamie glanced up at the monitor. The concert hall seemed almost filled! Belinda slowly raised her toe up and giggled at the sight of the sticky beads of crushed pulp clinging to the underside of the leather. �I want some of them stuck in the tread,� she said as she slid her boot forward again, this time a little farther so she had about twenty or so slaves under the sole�s shadow. �I like it when you can see their bodies imbedded in the tread�. The men dutifully moved forward, trying to ignore the gigantic boot-sole hovering overhead. A few of them gave up and fell to their knees, praying to the leather sole. Belinda decided to kill them fast before the entire line became distracted. She knew that, even though she had commanded them to keep moving forward, eventually the slaves would become overpowered by the sight of her beautiful riding boot and have no choice but to beg to be crushed. Belinda lowered her sole slowly on top of the men, making sure most of them got under the tread. She gently wiggled her boot a tiny bit, trying to work the trapped slaves into the fine lines of the tread. She was growing very hot between her legs and almost cried out with ecstacy! �I can feel them, Jamie!�, she moaned. The little men squirmed as much as they could as the gigantic lines of the tread came down flat on top of them, wedging some of them inbetween the narrow spaces, and squished others right away. Belinda could feel some of the bumps through her sole flatten and become soft, while others still wriggled. She pressed down a little more and felt a lot of the stuck bodies crunch. It was like stepping on peanuts! She stepped down firmly until she felt nothing but stickiness. When Belinda finally lifted her sole up to inspect it, she almost climaxed. There were a lot of red smear-marks and stains, but also a lot of tiny pink globs imbedded deeply in the lines of the tread. All those little men; such heavenly deaths! She noticed one was still twitching. It had become completely imbedded in one of the lines of the tread and could barely move. �Look, Jamie, can you believe this thing?� Belinda showed Jamie the scene on her pulp-splattered boot-sole. Both women laughed at the sight of the stuck body. Belinda poked her fingernail in the narrow space and slid it along until she could touch the helpless slave. �Guess you don�t get to see the concert, little bug. But you�re having fun, right?� The trapped slave was so squeezed, it couldn�t even masterbate as the gigantic fingernal poked him. The sight of the two Goddess� staring so closely at him drove him wild. He screamed out for a quick squashing to end his frustration, but Belinda and Jamie just kept looking at his imbedded body with amusement. Jamie liked looking at the tiny, trapped man on her girlfriend�s boot-sole. She couldn�t help noticing the splotches of red and pink mush all over the sole, in other places. �Belinda, you�ve got a lot of dead pulp in this tread,� she said as she used her finger to swirl some of it around. Jamie intentionally smeared some of the dead goo across the boot-tread on top of the trapped slave. She giggled as she assembled as much of the crushed pulp as she could into a tiny mound over the spot where the little man was imbedded. �What are you doing to my sole, Jamie?�, asked Belinda, who twisted her foot around enough to see the streaks of red mush that Jamie had made. �I�m covering our little friend up. He�s gets to play in this goo�. Jamie laughed as she poked the gelatinous glob of pulp against the fine lines of the tread. The tiny man was just a miniscule bump under underneath that glob of jelly. Jamie pressed with her nail, digging into the tread, forcing dead pulp to fill in the thin space, squishing the helpless, trapped body so its guts mixed with the pulp. A small alarm went off and both women looked at the monitor. The concert hall was filled to capacity! Jamie rushed over to slide the mousehole door closed and laughed at the sight of the extra slaves. two hundred or more, still waiting in line! �No concert for you little boys. Guess we get to squish you ourselves!� |