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Maria was another hispanic girl, a few years younger than Gina, who also wore a black leather jacket and tight jeans. Maria�s jacket was also three-quarter length, but cropped a little shorter, and with very wide lapels. It was zippered rather than buttoned like Gina�s, a little like a motorcycle jacket. Her jacket also had a tie-belt. Maria had a very stylish pair of black leather Aldo boots with chunky heels.
When the bus finally came, the women anxiously boarded to get out of the cold. Their heavy boots clunked up the steps and onto the metal floor. They started down the aisle and both casually noticed the pathetic men that averted their eyes in fear. Two beautiful Goddesses in black leather were suddenly in their midst!
Gina and Maria went straight to the back of the bus and sat on either end of the back seat. Gina propped one of her Tony Lama boots up on the seat, facing the sole towards Maria, who was chewing bubble gum and snapping it on occasion. Maria played with the belt from her jacket and looked absent-mindedly out the window into the night air.
Gina was amused as she looked around at the bus full of men. They all seemed to be squirming uncomfortably in their seats. �Hey, Maria. I bet these fuckers know we�re going to kill them�.
Maria blew a bubble and let it pop, then looked with half-closed eyes at the men directly in the seat in front of her. She ran the end of her jacket�s soft leather belt around the side of one of the men�s sweating faces. The slave was too nervous to turn around and face the Goddess.
��Yeah, maybe I should start with this one. You want me to kill you, little man?�
The slave trembled in fear and started to lick the end of the belt as Maria ran it across his lips. Maria leaned between the two men and whispered into the belt-licker�s ear. �Wanna go in my mouth?� The slave was too afraid to say anything. She slipped the end of the belt into her own open mouth, and rolled it against her full, red lips. She licked her tongue in her mouth and kissed the tip of the soft leather belt. �You can play on my belt right before I eat you�.
The poor slave squirmed helplessly, afraid to speak. Maria happened to have her arm hanging over the back of the seat, so that the sleeve of her black leather jacket was right next to the face of the other slave. Maria noticed that that slave was staring out of the corner of its eye at the gleaming black leather of the sleeve. He nervously looked at the zippered cuff that was inches from his face.
�What are you looking at, bug?� asked Maria. �You like the sleeve of my jacket?� The slave gulped and nodded �yes�. Maria smirked and leaned the end of her jacket�s sleeve even closer to the slave�s face, letting him smell the leather and see the silver zipper in detail. �Do you want to die on that zipper?� The slave nodded again and instinctively sucked on the zipperhead. Maria laughed and pulled the sleeve away from him temporarily.
Maria shrunk the slave who had been licking her belt and placed his tiny body on the zipper, near the very end of the cuff where the zipper was still open. (It was about three-quarters closed) She then showed the tiny pink body to the other slave. �Here. You can watch your friend die first�. She giggled as she held the small zipperhead and slowly zipped the cuff up. The helpless little man was caught as the teeth closed on either side of him, grinding his soft body into a trickle of pink paste. Maria quickly unzipped the cuff and showed off the trace of wetness left on the gleaming black leather. �See what�s left? Nothing�.
The man begged and begged as Maria held the sleeve close to his face.
Maria just laughed and shrunk him also. She let the miniature man crawl on top of the closed part of the zipper, then jiggled the zipperhead with one of her fingers to tease him. �Pray to this�, she commanded. The little man wriggled as it worshipped the gigantic piece of metal and the two fingers that were holding it.
Maria eased her arm off of the back of the seat and lowered her sleeve down between her legs. She moaned with desire as she pressed the zippered sleeve into the fly of her jeans. She rubbed the sleeve zipper against the zipper of her fly, smearing the little slave instantly between the two sets of metal teeth. She moaned faster as she rubbed harder, wiping all trace of the liquid goo.
Gina smiled at her friend Maria�s passion, then stood up, stomping her one cowboy boot heavily on the floor as she did. Every pair of slave-ears heard the sound of that heavy boot!
Gina nonchalantly strolled down the aisle, stopping to face three men who were sitting on an aisle-facing seat. The men were all hypnotized by the Goddess� soft black leather jacket, the crotch of her tight jeans which was staring them in the face, and the black leather boots with stood before them. Gina lifted one boot and stood it between the first slave�s trembling legs. She dug her pointy boot-toe into the slave�s crotch. �I�ve decided to kill you first�. She reached down and ran her fingers along the side of the boot�s heavy black heel, then under the arch, touching the front of the stacked wedge. �You�ll go against my heel, under here�. Then she looked at the second slave while she ran her fingers down the arch, lifting her sole up a little so she could touch under there. �And you�ll get smeared this way, so you leave a mark under my sole�. She looked at the last slave and tilted her boot enough to the side so she could show off the bottom better. She touched the bottom of heel, feeling the Tony Lama logo. �You�ll get squished right here, where this stamp is�.
The three slaves begged to die immediately, and Gina laughed. She simply shrunk the first man and held him between two fingers exactly where she had indicated, under the arch of her boot, against the stacked wedge of the heavy western heel. She lightly pressed the wriggling little body against the heel. The last thing the tiny man saw before he died was the stacked layers of the heel, somewhat worn and weathered, as he was being pressed into it. He squirmed against the leather, but the fingers pushing him were too strong and he started to squeeze. The man cried out but no one ever heard him. His body gave in from the pressure of Gina�s fingertips and was crushed into the leather.
Gina lightly smeared the little man�s soft guts into the heel, then tilted her boot to get a better look at what she had made. There was only a hint of moisture, now seeping into the leather.
She looked at the second slave. �Now where did I say you were going?�
The man trembled in his seat, eyeing the worn leather boot-sole which was now facing him. �Th...th...the sole, Goddess...,�he stammered.
�Good,� said Gina as she shrunk him. The man wound up on the seat, staring up at the gigantic leather sole of the Tony Lama boot, now as big as a football field. Gina kept the boot tilted on its side about 45 degrees, giving the slave a good view of the tan leather. �Crawl under,� she commanded.
The slave eagerly crawled across the blue plastic of the seat, inching beneath the vast expanse of the western boot-sole. He stared up and saw the marks, stains and impressions covering the leather. He knew that thousands of men must have already died under that sole. He tried to make out the vague shapes of flattened bodies as he crawled farther under the shadow of the boot.
When Gina couldn�t see the man anymore, she slowly stepped her leather sole down flat until she could feel the soft bump crush. The squeezing body made a distinct oozing sound and she smirked as she pressed her sole even flatter against the seat. Gina tilted the boot to the side again to look at the red splotch in the center of the sole and looked at the third slave. �I forget where I�m supposed to put you�.
�Under your heel, Goddess. Into that stamp�.
�Oh, right. Well, get over here and lick it�, she commanded. The man quickly got on the floor and slid on his knees towards the Goddess with his tongue out. He eagerly licked the bottom of her boot-heel, washing over the faint impression of the stamp. Occasionally, he would glance towards the boot�s sole with the red splotch on it, only inches from his face.
Meanwhile, Maria had finished pleasing herself and moved forward to sit in the seats of the two men she had just killed. There were two more slaves sitting in front of her, just like last time (the bus was packed with slaves!) The slave that was on the aisle seat happened to be right next to Gina (about a foot from her rear end). he watched with fascination, Gina�s boot up on the seat across the aisle with the kneeling slave licking the heel.
Maria laughed as she watched the two nervous slaves in front of her. The one right next to Gina was staring intently at the Goddess� back, at her soft, black leather jacket as it draped over her tight jeans, at the dangling ends of the jacket�s self-tie belt, and at the one cowboy boot still planted on the floor.
�Gina, I think this one likes your ass,� Maria giggled.Gina turned around and looked down at the man sitting right behind her. �You like my ass?,� she teased. �I�m having my boot licked. Do you wanna join in?� The slave nodded and both girls laughed.
�Well get on the floor and lick that one,� Gina commanded. The slave fell from his chair with a thump and lay on his stomach, right next to the slave on his knees. He extended his tongue and hungrily licked every inch of the black western boot, tasting the smooth leather and moaning with desire.
Gina liked having the two slaves, one licking the bottom of her boot�s heel as it stood on the seat, the other licking the shaft of her other boot as it stood on the floor. She looked back again and saw the other slave who was sitting by the window, now with an empty seat next to him.
�Awww, that one must feel left out,� she said sweetly. The slave tried not to look at the bootlicking scene going on in the aisle. Maria slipped up from behind and ran her tongue in his ear. �Don�t you wanna lick boots, too?,� she whispered.
The slave turned around to look at Maria and almost fainted. This Goddess also had a beautiful leather jacket. He loved the wide lapels and was entranced by the way the flourescent light hit the soft black leather. He dared glance down to see the jacket�s belt tied loosely, and the slit pockets. He saw the denim of her jeans and the tops of her black Aldo boots.
Maria knew that the slave was hypnotized by her and decided to have fun. �Maybe you�d rather lick one of my boots?� She lifted one leg and propped her black leather zippered boot up, resting it over the top of the seat. The slave suddenly had this gorgeous knee-high leather boot right next to his face. Without a word, he immediately started licking up and down the long shaft, running his tongue across the ridge where the zipper was. Maria giggled and twisted the boot around, letting the man taste the wrinkles and folds of soft leather whenever they formed.
Meanwhile, Gina glared downwards at the pitiful man who was licking the stamp on the bottom of her one boot. �Say goodbye, little man,� she said as she shrunk him. The tiny thing was now a pink speck, twitching helplessly beneath the shadow of her heel. The man stared upwards and saw the bottom of the boot heel. He looked up past the heel and saw the gigantic western boot towering forever, with the smirking face of Gina the Goddess staring down. The bottom of the heel glided over enough to obscure his vision of the Goddess, until all he could see were the details of the heel stamp. He heard her booming voice for the last time as the stamp descended quickly, the flatness of the heel pressing down. �Have fun as you get squished!�
Gina ground her western heel into the seat, spreading the goo from the crushed slave as much as she could. She looked down at the man licking the shaft of her other boot. �You ready to die next?� She lifted her boot down from the seat and showed the licker the red stains on both her sole and heel. �See your friends? They look like nothing. You wanna look like that?�
She shoved the stains in the man�s sweating face. He was still trying to lick the bootshaft, but Gina pushed him with her other boot until he was lying on his side. She shoved the sole firmly against the man�s face, pushing him against the legs of the seats across the aisle. �Say you wanna look like crushed goo. I wanna hear you say it�.
The man begged and begged as Gina ran her worn leather sole across his face. He saw and felt the traces of red juice that hadn�t seeped into the leather yet. Then Gina shoved the bottom of the heel into his face again, making him stare at the flat glob that had once been a man. The red and pink mark was spread out across the stamp, still glistening and wet.
Gina laughed as the man started jerking off. �Oh, does it turn you on to see squished goo? Maria! Do you have any squishies?�
Maria laughed and shrunk the man who was licking the zippered shaft of her fashion boot and used her fingertip to press the suddenly miniscule, wriggling body into the bottom of the boot�s smooth black sole. She still had the boot propped over the back of the seat, so she couldn�t see her sole and was squashing the man blindly. After she felt the lump of flesh under her fingertip become wet and gooey like jelly, she let go and showed the sole to Gina.
�How�s that?�, she asked playfully. Gina liked the glistening drop of pulp that was clinging to the bottom of her friend�s boot. �Come here. Show him�.
Maria slid across the seat and reached her boot over to display her sole closer. The begging man was now confronted by two boots. One western boot that was being pressed into his face, and one fashion boot with a chunky heel that was being held in plain view, less than a foot away. He could see the tiny glob of crushed goo clinging to the Aldo boot-sole and he started to jerk off faster.
Both girls laughed again and the slave called out to be squashed. Maria reached one hand down to her sole and lightly pressed the stuck glob with her fingertip. �Oooh, that one does feel good. I want this slave stuck to my sole too, right next to this one�.
�No way, Maria. This bug�s getting smeared�. Gina shrunk the slave and hovered her sole over the tiny, crawling man. �I wanna make another nice, long streak...�
�Aw, come on, Gina. He�s so cute�, said Maria as she tried to push Gina�s boot away with hers. �I wanna squash him�.
The little man stared up in horror as he saw the two boot-soles pushing each other. The tan leather of the western boot and the smooth blackness of the fashion boot. He had no idea which one would be the one to kill him.
Gina took the initiative and tried to stomp down quickly, but Maria knocked Gina�s boot away just enough to miss the tiny man. The slave almost fainted as the sole of the cowboy boot came crashing down only inches from his helpless body. He suddenly saw the Aldo boot overhead, and his world became very dark. �I got him!,� sung Maria. The slave scurried in circles, unsure of where to go. His last thoughts were of the beautiful Gina, and how he had wished he could die under her boot. But it did not matter, because Maria pressed him flat into pink paste beneath her sole.