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Mistress Christine, loves furs and leathers. She loves the taste of slave goo and is often
found snacking on any collection of slaves she finds. She wears boots with at least a 4"
heel.
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CHAPTER TWOThe Goddess smiled, she loved the fear she struck into her slaves, she knew that each one was trembling, fearing that she would call it over and squish it. With great delight she slowly pointed a gloved finger at one slave, "You, come here" she said softly. The trembling slave crawled over to his Mistress on its hands and knees, afraid to look higher than the glistening tips of her boots. Mistress wanted to watch her slave suffer so with one fluid motion she uncoiled her whip, drew her arm back and cracked that its time had come, All it wanted to do was to glide its tongue across the shiny black leather before it became paste on the bottom of her boot. Christine balanced her boot on its heel, showing the tiny red splotches on her sole. "Those were my dressing slaves, five minutes ago, they worshipped me, served my every whim. Then soon they begged me not to crush them, now each one now is just a speck on my boot, clean my boots well and you can join them" The slave didn't want to be squished, it wanted Christine. She took a long draw from her cigarette holder and brushed her cheek against the soft fur of her coat, she watched the slave's head bob up and down over her boots cleaning furiously with its tongue. Mistress giggled "Those lashes across your back must be painful slave, but don't worry, I'll soon ease your pain," it whimpered. Mistress looked around the room at all the slaves, frozen unable to take their eyes away from the doomed slave, she smiled wickedly. After coiling her whip and putting it back on her hip she gave the slave a quick stomp, driving her spike heel into its back. Mistress looked down at the shuddering slave and began to shrink it down to six tiny inches. The slave watched as Mistress' boot grew bigger and bigger, until it's whole world was filled with its wonderful leather. Christine nudged the tiny slave with her hardend toe knocking it onto it's back, it tried to squirm but she quickly stomped her boot onto it's puny chest. Christine coldy drew on her cigarette, thinking about the pain it would soon suffer. It tried to lick her boot, but its head was too far away and it couldn't move at all. With a smile of pure cruelty Mistress began to crush the tiny thing. "Your not licking my boot, slave. Whats wrong am I too heavy for you?" Mistress laughed a nasty laugh as her boot pressed down harder on the slave. Its tiny head thrashed about wildly, its mouth stuck open in a silent scream its arms now hugged the warm hard leather of her boot. With one flat press, it curled up and died an excruciating death. Mistress arrived at the shopping mall, leashed a shopping slave, and headed toword the slave store. She passed The Whip Boutique a wonderful store in which she could spend countless hours trying out one whip or another, there was always an endless supply of test subjects. There were many other Goddesses walking around the mall each with at least one disposable slave on the end of a leash carring all sorts of bags and parcels. Her slave seemed a bit sluggish and required a few painful jerks of its spiked leash. Christine was met at The Slave Emporium by a beautiful blonde, who was wearing a skin tight leather catsuit with a pair of lace up, red, over the knee platforms. Each boot had three live slaves trapped beneath the laces, pressed firmly into the soft leather of the tongue. "Good afternoon, my name is Lela, how may I help you?" she asked. Christine smiled back, "I am in need of a complete refill of slaves, my party last night saw my enitre inventory squished into paste" Lela licked her wonderfully red lipsand looked down at her red boots, full of little tiny slaves, "these are easy squishers, just put them down and they'll flock to your boots begging to be squished" As she was saying this Lela scooped out a dozen slaves and put them down on the floor. Six ran immediatly to Lela's boots attracted by the wonderful red leather. The other six ran to Christine's glistening black spurred boot. Without looking down and a simple slide of her boot, Christine smeared all six bugs. "I hate easy squishers, I want my slaves to scream with fear and use their tongues all night while I sleep. That much buffing is guaranteed to bring out the shine in leather." "If you don't want easy squishers may I show you these slaves, they are guaranteed to beg, cry, and pray not to be mushed, in fact, I have bred them so that they are actually harder to smush than the average slave" Lela pinched a tiny slave by its head and placed it on the ground. The slave looked about completely confused, moments before it was in a cardboard box, with all of its brothers, and a few scraps of leather for it to play with, for hours it would rub it's self against the smooth black patch onto its back with a well placed kick. Before the slave could scramble to its knees again the heavy boot came down, almost covering its entire body. Lela encouraged Christine "Now press down hard, you'll find it's quite resilliant, it takes some effort to squish them" Christine could feel the little bug squirming under her boot, struggling aganst the ever increasing weight. She felt a surge of power flowing through her, the power of life and death over the little bug trapped beneath her boot. The slaves squirmed a litte but no splat, Christine twisted her boot s! ide to side, trying to grind out the bug like a cigarette, she pressed harder and harder until the slave finally burst, sending its goo shooting across the floor. Christine laughed "That was fun, do you think the slave screamed much?! I'll take three hundred of those, are they good for whipping too? I love a wonderful whipping" Lela nodded "Unfortunaly not, their skin is far too tough, but I do have the ideal flogging slave, they are very, very sensitive to touch" "Mmm a dream come true, give me two hund A slave came by, offering Christine a cigarette, it inserted the long white cigarette into the holder it was handed, returned it and then lit the cigarette. It couldn't take its eyes of her glistening spurs, it wanted to fall to its knees and run its tongue over the cold metal. Chistine took a long slow pull as she shrunk the slave to the size of a mouse. "Do you like my spurs, slave?" The puny slave nodded "Then run around and climb up onto them" Christine sat down and waited until the puny man climbe feed my animals" Christine stroked her thick fur collar "I'm a furrier and I find my pelts are so much softer when my animals are fed on a diet of live slaves" Lela leaned over and stroked the soft fur, cupping Christine's breast and leaning close. Lela smiled, "that feels soo soft and sooo warm" "Yes.... it is, my whole bedroom is like this" Christine leaned forward and slid her tongue into Lela's waiting mouth. Lela's hand sunk into the soft fur covering Christine's breast, her tounge dancing with Chre the slave fell to the ground writhing in pain "Nothing pl! anned, wanna play?" Christine reached down, pinched the squirming slave between her fingers and slowly pressed it into her sharp spur, the slave easily split apart. Christie slowly spread its goo with her gloved finger. "I'll close in two hours, and I'll bring a few extra slaves, can you wait for me" Lela asked nervoulsy. Christine simply smiled, looked out the window at the Whip Botique "Sure, that'll give me a couple of hours to kill" |