CRUSHED UNDER FRYE BOOTS
An Extreme Story Featuring Goddess Teresa
and Goddess Julie
WARNING: This is an extreme story. In the world of the
Boot Goddess, a woman is extremely powerful and a man is worth less than a worm.
In such a world, slaves can be commanded to do anything for their Goddess'
amusement, including such acts as forced homosexuality, etc. Goddess Teresa and
Goddess Julie both happen to be especially perverted and enjoy pushing the
limits of slave control. Read on at your own peril:
They ran as fast as they could, but the dirty worn leather of Teresa�s Frye boot
descended over the tiny men and became their whole sky. They looked up and saw
nothing but the worn and discolored boot leather, the dark patches and the faint
imprint of the Frye logo, barely visible. They saw the edges of the sole with
the stitching along the perimeter, and the pockmarks and ground-in flecks of
dirt and indentations made from years of wear. They heard Teresa�s laugh as the
tan leather sole lowered until it was less than an inch on top of them, all
twenty of them. �Ready to crush under my Frye boot?� she asked as she slowly
rested her sole on top of the squirming bodies.
Teresa kept one hand on
the rail of the bar, steadying herself as she stepped her one boot on the
helpless men. The boot was a beautiful high western-style boot with pull-tabs,
and a very soft medium brown leather color. The toes were round, the heels were
high, stacked wedges.
Teresa�s friend Julie was sitting at the bar next
to her. Julie had tight jeans like Teresa. Her jeans were also tucked into a
pair of Fryes, these ones were black with lower heels, but cute buckles. �How
many you got under there, Teresa?,� she asked, half-drunk.
�I dunno. All
the ones I had in my pocket. Pieces of shit...�, she said as she pressed her
boot down flatly against the hardwood floor, squashing the group of soft bodies
together into a pancake of dead mush. Teresa smeared her sole back and forth a
little, feeling the wetness of the crushed goo, then lifted her sole to inspect
the splotch on the floor. She then lifted her boot up to see the matching
splotch in the middle of her sole. �Doesn�t matter now, they�re all dead now. I
like killing them together like that�.
Julie smiled at the sight of the
gooey mess stuck to her friend�s boot. �We should kill a whole bunch at once. I
know, how about let�s see who can squish the most at one time?�
Both
women looked around the bar, but there weren�t many slaves left. Julie got off
her stool and went to the bathroom, leaving Teresa to think about the challenge.
In the bathroom, Julie went straight for the novelty dispensers. There
was a tampon dispenser and a slave dispenser. She dumped a dollar into the slave
dispenser and cupped her hands under the slot, catching the tiny men as they
spilled out. She wound up with about thirty of them, all wriggling in her palms.
She held them up to her face, counting their bodies. �Thirty of you pieces of
shit. That�s enough to start�.
Julie came back out to the bar and found
Teresa had already attracted a few full-size slaves. There were three of them,
all on their knees, praying to her brown leather boots. �Look what I found in
the bathroom,� said Julie as she held out her hands.
Teresa let one of
the men sniff her boot and lick the tall, gleaming shaft, as the other two
squirmed on their backs, staring upwards with desire. She looked at the men in
Julie�s hands. �Please, I could kill ten times more than that under one boot�.
She spit at the handful of little men, catching about half of them with her
saliva.
�Oooh!�, Julie was grossed out and flicked the entire handful of
men towards the floor, flinging their wet, miniscule bodies like specks of mud
that splattered on the hardwood floor. She made a disgusted face as she wiped
the toe of her black Frye boot across the floor, smearing the splattered remains
of the men that had only seconds ago, been alive in her hands. �I can�t believe
you spit in my hand, you bitch!�
Teresa laughed, and glanced at the man
who was licking her boot shaft. �Look at this little Frye boot slave. He�s ready
to die next�.The man fell to the floor and quickly started wriggling, crying
�Please squish me, Goddess!�
Teresa hovered the sole of her boot over
the begging man�s face. �You like the bottom of my boot?� The man came in
spurts, shooting cum all over himself. Teresa lowered her sole until it was an
inch over the man�s face. �You like Frye boots? Did you ever imagine you would
die under the leather sole of a Frye boot?�
The poor slave screamed in
ecstacy, cumming until he hurt. Teresa commanded one of the other slaves to
press himself against the cumming slave, so that both men squirmed together.
�Both of you press together. I want to see you wriggle together before I kill
you�. The men obeyed, rubbing themselves into one another as Teresa let them
both stare up at her bootsole. Then she looked at the third slave, �You, join
in�.
The third slave clung to the back of one of the others, so that all
three men wound up squirming together. �Good, now you can all be crushed
together�.
Julie stomped her black boot into the back of the third
slave, digging her sharp heel in and twisted it around. �This is only three. We
need to add a lot more to this pile�.
Teresa smiled down at her 3
worshippers. �Aww, maybe we should make a whole mountain of little men. Would
you three like to be part of a huge pile? I�d like to step on hundreds of your
soft bodies with this sole, but maybe I should kill you 3 first...�
All
three men were cumming, begging to be flattened. Julie smirked and pressed the
sole of HER Frye boot against the poor back-clinging slave�s head firmly. �I
think we should make these fuckers beg to be smushed by the thousands. I want
the bottom of my sole covered in dead bodies�.
�Yeah, so do I,� lamented
Teresa. She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her coin pocket and gave it to
Julie. �Go get as many as you can�.
Julie was about to take the money
when a courageous slave came crawling across the floor towards both women.
�Please, Goddesses, I have money...�
Julie spit down at the worthless
bug, �What the fuck is a slave doing with money?�
�My Goddess gave me
money to buy more slaves from the bathroom. I�m supposed to take them home for
her so she can kill them�.
�Then what is she going to do to you?,�
smiled Julie who lifted her boot from the back-clinging slave and hovered the
sole over this new slave.
�She said she would crush me with the slaves I
bought. She said I would be mixed in with their guts. She has an old pair of
Acme boots that she said would use. They�re tan and I worship them every day
and...�
�You love her boots?�
�Y...yes, Goddess, but I was
watching both of you, and...�
�and what?�
�I worship Frye boots
more�.
Julie laughed and pressed her sole flat against the man�s face.
�You worship Frye boots? What a worthless bug you are! Go and buy those slaves
and bring them back. We�ll kill you with them. You can be smushed under one of
our Frye boots�.
The slave scurried to the bathroom and both women
laughed.
While they waited, Teresa�s three cumming slaves were licking
the sole of her boot. Teresa noticed this and chuckled. �I can�t wait. I have to
kill these ones now�.
Tersea shrunk the one man in the middle and was
amused to see his suddenly tiny pink body still squirming in the slight groove
between two boards of the hardwood floor. The other two full-size slaves were
jerking off on either side, their penises very close to one another and to the
tiny man.
�You two, make your dicks touch,� she commanded. The two men
obeyed, and they both sent spurts of milky cum all over themselves, most of it
dripped onto the floor, but none of it had caught the tiny man yet. Teresa
lowered her leather sole until it was resting on the two throbbing penises. She
was amused that the tiny man was somewhere under those penises. She pressed down
lightly, making the penises press against the floor. �I want to crush that
little man with these dicks. Where is he?�
Teresa kept holding the two
rubbing penises down with her bootsole, hoping to feel the little bump of the
man being crushed through them, but she realized she would never feel that
through the penises. She raised her sole quickly and looked at the scene. She
saw the two slave�s penises burning red with desire, glistening wet with cum,
rubbing against each other, and a sticky puddle of semen beneath them. She used
the toe of her boot to prod the penises, pushing them enough to glimpse what was
directly underneath. She saw the tiny man, stuck in a few droplets of cum.
�Aw, look at you. Still alive. Are you gonna get smushed by a man�s
dick? � Teresa rested her boot-toe on one of the dicks and pressed it downward,
until it was just on top of the helpless, little man. �Do you like being trapped
under a man�s penis? Stuck in his cum? Go on and kiss his penis�.
The
tiny man obeyed, even though Teresa couldn�t really see it. She removed her toe
and stepped lightly on the other penis. �Maybe you like this one better. Go on
and play on the tip of this one�. She pressed the penis right to the floor, and
was amused to see the tiny man stop kissing the penis above him, crawl through
the cum towards the tip of the other penis. When he was right at the very tip,
he climbed on to it and clung there. Teresa pressed a little harder on the penis
with her toe. �Cum now,� she said to the full-size slave, �I want you to shoot
cum right while he�s on the tip of your dick�.
The full-size slave
heaved and moaned as he jerked off faster. A huge stream of cum shot out from
his dick, instantly squishing the tiny man and spraying milky white and red
liquid onto the dick of the other full-size slave. Teresa was in hysterics.
The slave came back from the bathroom with a few glass mugs he had
gotten from the bar. The mugs were filled to the brims with hundreds of small,
fleshy bodies.
Teresa almost came herself when she saw the mugs. Julie
laughed like crazy as she looked closely at the countless slaves squirming in
one of the glasses. �I bet there�s a lot of dick-sucking going on in here�.
Teresa turned her attention back to the two men at her feet, who were
still rubbing their dicks together. She stepped her leather sole back on top of
their penises and twisted her boot from side to side, making a grinding motion.
�I like stepping on your worthless dicks. Keep making cum, little bugs�.
The men ejaculated constantly. They had white, gooey cum was all over
themselves. Teresa wound up with some on her boot. �Which one should I shrink
first?�
This made the men jerk off even more. The one on her left
screamed out �I want to die under this Frye boot!� Teresa decided to shrink that
one first. The little man was now ant-sized, wriggling on the floor, a few
inches from the toe of Teresa�s boot, which was still stepping on the full-size
slave�s penis.
�Crawl under there, tiny fucker. I want you play on that
big penis as I step on it�. Tersea laughed as the little speck of male flesh
crawled through the droplets of semen on the floor until it was beneath the toe
of her Frye boot. Teresea reached down under her toe and felt for the little
man. She used her fingers to pick his little body out of the semen and place it
on the shaft of the big slave�s throbbing penis.
She then stepped with
the flat of her sole boot onto the big slave�s begging face. She pressed the
worn leather sole firmly against its lips. �How does it feel to have a tiny man
on the shaft of your dick? I�m going to crush him so you can have his dead guts
dripping from your dick. Fucking little Frye boot slaves�.
Tersea slowly
pressed her right boot�s sole on top of the man�s dick so that the little bump
of flesh clinging to the shaft was squeezed flat. She used the very tip of her
cowboy boot to wipe the little man�s soft guts along the throbbing penis. �Aww,
that looks so cute,� she said as the full-size slave cried out helplessly. She
then took the boot off of the penis and inspected the slight red streak under
her toe. She kept her left boot on the man�s face.
Julie was inspired by
this and held one of the glasses full of men over the penis. �Maybe we should
dump all of these on his dick. He can jerk off with a bunch of little slaves
crawling on his dick�.
Teresa laughed at the idea and smirked at the
trapped man under her boot. �You want that? Wanna see what it feels like to have
hundreds of tiny men licking your penis?�
�Oh that�s great,� said Julie
as she spilled the men slowly on top of the penis. �They can all lick it� Many
of the men clung to the shaft of the penis, while many more spilled off the
sides on to the floor on either side. Julie leaned close to the spilling slaves
as she poured. �I want all of you to lick this slave�s penis. Taste it and love
it�.
�Why don�t you show them,� asked Teresa.
Julie smiled and
used her tongue to gently lick the shaft of the red penis. She slowly crushed
dozens of the slaves with her tongue against the rock-hard dick, and sucked up
dozens more between her lips. He swallowed a lot of them and continued licking.
The little men kept worshipping the giant penis, even though many of them were
being crushed or lapped up by Julie�s giant tongue.
The big slave begged
to be killed. He could feel Julie�s tongue washing up and down his penis, and
the countless small fleshy bodies being eaten off of him, and being smeared into
him.
�I like the taste of men,� moaned Julie, �especially when they�re
covered in cum. I like to suck them off a dick�.
Julie positioned
herself to suck the tip of the penis. She then inserted the penis in her mouth
and closed her lips around the shaft. Countless small bodies were now plunged
into darkness, clinging to the wet shaft of the giant penis, being sucked into
the giant woman�s mouth. Julie sucked down the penis, squashing any clinging
slaves with her lips as she did.
She sucked up and down a few times,
reducing any crawling slaves to wet paste. The big slave came in Julie�s mouth.
She swallowed a lot of the cum, along with the red juice from the squashed men,
then gagged and splurted some of it out.
Teresa was laughing. �There�s
still a lot more alive. They fell off his dick�. Julie rolled her tongue in her
mouth, tasting the bits of slimey goo leftover from the squashed men and
mixed-in semen. �Don�t worry, I�ll kill them�. She held the penis in one hand
and pressed it down against the floor, crushing dozens of the tiny men who were
squirming beneath it. �Let�s mash you good,� she said as she kept pressing the
rockhard penis down. The man screamed with passion and helpless ecstasy as he
felt Julie�s grip on his penis, and the warmth of the mashed pulp she was making
with it.
Julie scooped up a handful the men that were still alive and
held them in her cupped hand. She positioned her hand around the wet shaft of
the penis and slowly squeezed her hand closed. �Tell how it feels to have all
these little men being squeezed around your dick. Cum all over them, worm�.
Julie crushed all of the trapped men around the shaft and gripped the penis
tight. Gooey red paste oozed between her fingers as she held the penis. The
slave came in wild spurts, shooting a few splatters of semen that hit Julie in
the crotch of her jeans.
�What the fuck, you piece of shit! You got cum
on my jeans��, Julie looked at the drops of sticky residue near the fly of her
tight jeans and shrunk the man in anger. He was now a tiny pink speck, wriggling
in a puddle of dead mush and semen, much of it his own. Julie was on her knees,
so she got up on one knee and raised the sole of her black leather Frye boot
over the tiny, helpless man. �Beg and beg and beg, you little dead bug. Look up
at my dirty bootsole and beg that I smash your guts good. You fucking piece of
dead shit. Play in your own cum, and eat it before I kill you. Look at all your
dead, flat friends. Little squeezy pieces of dead goo�� She lowered her leather
sole until she could feel the tiny man beneath it. �I can feel you stuck under
my sole. Go on and play with your squashed friends. I love the way you feel
right now, slave. Soft and squishy. Just a tiny lump for me to flatten. Bye
bye!�
Julie pressed her sole flat down, making a sickly sound of sticky
goo being spread out. The miniscule sound of a thing crunching, then breaking
into soft pulp. She could feel the little bump becoming flat, then
indistinguishable from the rest of the sticky jelly under her sole.
Teresa watched the whole thing and had become very excited. �We gotta
get another mugful�. The slave who had brought the first mug had slipped away
and already come back with two more mugs full of men! He was waiting patiently
on his knees a few feet behind the two Goddesses. �I have more slaves for you,
Frye boot Goddesses...�, the worthless man mumbled. Julie, who was on one knee,
turned her head around and scowled at the man. �What, are you staring at my ass,
fucker?�
The slave was indeed looking at the Goddess�s tight jeans, and
the back pockets with the Lee leather patch over the right-hand one. He was also
mesemerized by the dirty bottom sole and heel of Julie�s Frye boot, the one she
was kneeling with. (her other one was standing upright in front of her)
�Give me those, slave, and come over her and kiss my back pocket�. The
slave obeyed, handing Julie the mugs, then immediately lowered himself to press
his eager lips against the denim of the back pocket.
Julie showed Teresa
the two mugs full of squirming pink bodies. �More shit to kill!,� she said with
glee. Teresa took the mugs from Julie and held one in each hand. She laughed
hysterically as she looked down into the mounds of squirming flesh. �All of you
are going to smear�, she cackled.
Meanwhile, Julie liked having the man
kissing her back pocket. She looked down at him and noticed his tongue starting
to wander towards the top of the pocket. �You wanna lick my patch, don�t you?�
The slave eagerly grunted and quickly moved up to the Lee patch. He licked the
rough leather furiously. �I know you like the patch on my jeans. Why don�t you
jerk off, slave? You know you want me to squish you into that patch�.
Teresa looked back at Julie. �Didn�t you used to have a slave you kept
that worshipped that?�
�Oh, yeah, I remember him,� mused Julie. �He
always licked the patch over my pocket. It was his favorite thing. I kept him
alive for a few weeks. It was so cute�. She ran her fingers over the Lee patch,
right where the slave was desperately licking. �I remember how I killed him,
too. I made him jerk off, all over the patch. I think it was these jeans. He got
cum all over it. Then I made him eat his own cum off of it. I made him do that
for hours, over and over again. He�d rub his dick over the patch, shoot cum,
then swallow it up, then do it all over again. Finally, I shrunk him and
squished him with a whole handful of men, all at once. I smeared all of their
guts into this patch. These letters were all red,� she ran her fingers over the
Lee logo.
Julie smiled down at her new leather patch slave. �Do you
wanna die against the patch of my jeans, little man?�
Julie noticed some
full-size slaves nearby and she called them over, �You, get over here. All of
you�. The slaves scurried towards the Goddess and fell to their knees. They saw
the one man licking the Goddess� leather patch; they saw Julie kneeling on one
of her black Frye boots, and the other one standing upright.
�I want all
of you licking my patch. Get your tongues on there�, she commanded. Julie
laughed at the sight of four full-sized slaves, all trying the lick the leather
patch of her Lee jeans at once. Teresa laughed too. �They really like that
patch�, she commented.
Julie touched one of the men on his face. �I want
you to rub your dick against my patch, and the rest of you keep licking my
patch�. The one slave obeyed, pressing his throbbing penis against the Lee
patch, while the other three slaves were still licking the leather. The three
men also let their tongues lick the penis as well as the patch. One of the men
started sucking on the penis. This made Julie laugh.
�Oh, I like that.
All of you worship that penis and stay on my patch�, she commanded. She giggled
as the three men kissed and licked the other slave�s dick, while trying to also
worship the Lee patch.
Teresa looked at the scene and laughed too.
�There�s a lot going on, on that leather patch of yours�. �I know. Isn�t it
cute? I can make them do anything, as long as they�re staring at this patch�.
Julie shrunk one of the men and held him with one fingertip against the
patch, against the middle �e� in the Lee logo. �Wanna see a little man die?,�
she teased the other slaves. They kept worshipping the one slave�s penis and the
patch. One of them sucked the dick whole, while he looked out the corner of his
eye at the tiny man Julie was pressing against the patch. Julie slowly pressed
the soft, tiny body into the logo, squeezing it into liquid paste, a red spurt
of jelly that oozed out from under her fingertip. She smirked as she lifted her
finger away, revealing the tiny red mark on the Lee logo. She looked down at the
man sucking the other man�s dick. �Now lick that dead thing,� she commanded.
The slave stopped sucking the penis and quickly ran his tongue over the
red mark, tasting the traces of crushed pulp from the squashed man. The slave
whose dick was being sucked simply kept jerking off, and shot cum all over the
side of licking pulp-licking slave�s face. Julie was in hysterics.
�Get
some of that cum on my patch,� she ordered as the milky goo was still shooting
out. The slave redirected his squirting cum so some of it splattered onto the
patch. Julie laughed as the slave who had licked up the dead pulp kept licking,
and now was licking the gobs of white semen off of her patch. �Do you like the
taste of cum too? What tastes better? Squished little people or cum?� The
licking slave moaned and begged helplessly as he swallowed the droplets of white
goo. Julie ordered the slave who had cum to keep jerking off, and this time
shoot semen inside the licking slave�s mouth, while the latter pressed the side
of his face against her patch.
�I want you to cum in his mouth,� she
said. The slave quickly obeyed, spraying a stream of milky semen into the wide
open mouth of the man with his cheek pressed against the patch. Julie quickly
shrunk the third slave (who was now simply watching from the floor) and picked
him up in her hand. She held the tiny, twitching body in front of the accepting
slave�s open mouth, letting it get sprayed with some of the shooting cum. �Let�s
coat this one in semen, then you can eat it�, she said.
The slave who
was ejaculating finished up and fell to his side exhausted. Julie reached the
tiny man in her fingers down to the floor and dipped him into a puddle of cum
that was left over, right next to the exhausted slave�s hanging penis. She
swished the little man around in the sticky goo than lifted him up, laughing at
his glistening wet body. She then put him in the still-open mouth of the
cocksucking slave. �eat it,� she said simply. The man obeyed, swallowing the
tiny man whole.
�How did it taste?,� Julie asked, but the man was too
helpless to respond properly. He simply screamed and begged to be crushed next.
�You wanna die now? Is that it?
Julie looked down at the two remaining
slaves and smiled. �You�re both going to die together.� She shrunk them both and
pinched them up in her hand, then held both squirming men against the leather
patch between two fingertips. She chuckled quietly to herself as she slowly
crushed the two, tiny bodies together and pressed their oozing guts into the
grain of the leather patch. Julie smeared the red goo around with her fingertips
across the patch then lifted her fingers away to show Teresa the red wetness.
Teresa happily licked her friend�s fingertips, tasting the wet juices.
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