GINA'S NITE OUT: Part Eleven
There was a lot of moaning coming from Cheryl’s bedroom. If any of the women at the party dared take a peek inside, they might have been surprised to see Cheryl lying in bed with a man on top of her. These days, it was unusual for a woman to have sex with slaves so openly. After all, men were good for squishing and that was about it. One thing was sure, though. If a woman did allow a slave to fuck her, she would most definitely shrink him and crush him as soon as (if not during) climax.
But Cheryl liked geting fucked. She had one slave fucking her through the open zipper of her chocolate brown leather skirt, and two other slaves licking the soles of her new brown leather riding boots. She enjoyed getting fucked, knowing that she’d kill the slave, and knowing that she had the next ones ready at her bootheels.
When Cheryl was close to climax, she whispered to the slave on top of her. “Get ready to die, little man...” This made the slave fuck faster, and Cheryl screamed with passion. The worms at her boots licked faster, too. They were thoroughly entranced by the beautiful black non-skid tread on the otherwise tan leather soles of the Etienne Aigner boots. The boots were so new that they had a perfect smell and look to them. The tread was spotlessly clean, and the shiny black heel bottoms also gleamed.
Cheryl screamed out as she felt her body shake with desire. The fucking slave begged for a perfect death within the soft folds of Cheryl’s leather skirt. He ran his trembling hands around the suppleness of the tight leather around her hips, and felt with longing the two front slash pockets with the gold rivets at the corners.
Then it happened. All of a sudden, he was a tiny, helpless slave, clinging to the giant gold metal teeth of the zipper of the skirt’s open flap. The smell of leather and Cheryl’s hot juices were overpowering. The Goddess’ gigantic fingers entered the flap, almost smushing him as they did, and delved deep beneath, into her clit, as she spasmed from climax.
Cheryl was feeling herself and loved the fact that her fucking slave was now trapped under the flap of her leather skirt, stuck in the teeth of the zipper, right next to her finger. She yelled out for the other two slaves. “You worms get ready! I want another fucker!” The two bootlickers couldn’t stop licking the riding bootsoles, however.
Cheryl brushed her finger against the trapped slave in her zipper and squealed at the touch of its soft, wriggling body. “Oooh, I’ve got something to play with in here!” She pressed her fingertip lightly on top of the stuck thing, feeling it squirm faster between two teeth of the zipper. “Do you like my leather skirt? Maybe you want to go inside and squish into my clit?” The little bump that was a man wriggled under her fingertip and Cheryl just laughed. She used another finger to gnab the head of the gold zipper. “Never mind. I’ll just kill you with my zipper”.
Cheryl moaned lovingly as she slowly ran the zipper up, closing it’s teeth bit by bit. The trapped slave heard the tremendous sound of the closing zipper and prayed to Goddess Cheryl one last time. The sound was so loud he could barely hear her laughing.
Cheryl loved the sound of the squishing body caught between the metal teeth, ground into soft paste, dripping sweetly under the leather flap of her soft, supple skirt. The two bootlickers understood what was next and crawled up towards Cheryl so she could choose her next fucking partner.
“You can fuck me now. You, go and get the box for these boots. I need the rest of those bootslaves”.
The first slave obeyed and crawled on top of Cheryl, while the other slave left the bedroom on its hands and knees. Cheryl couldn’t wait for that box. She had a whole boxful of specially trained slaves to play with!
The slave crawled down the hallway towards the living room. It had originally been a housecleaning slave and knew where everything was. It remembered that the box for the riding boots was under the green couch.
When it entered the living room, the slave quickly tried to duck behind a small endtable. It was afraid of getting shrunk by the women that were on the couch. One was a very beautiful Hispanic-looking Goddess in a soft black 3/4 length leather jacket, tight jeans and black leather cowboy boots. She had one of her heavy boots crossed over her knee. The slave stared with fascination at the western boot’s sole. From where he was, he could see that the sole was almost covered in a layer of red and pink goo. There had to be a hundred slaves squished on that sole!
There was another woman with red hair sitting next to her, in a tight black dress and high-heeled black leather fashion boots. This woman was in the process of standing up, and staring at something on the floor. The slave peeked farther and saw an incredible sight: The red-haired Goddess was looking down at the boot box, but the box was on its side with all of the slaves pouring out onto the hardwood floor!
The spying slave panicked. Goddess Cheryl would be mad that her boot-boxfull of slaves was empty!
Gina noticed the slave peering out from behind the table. “Come here, slave. You’re just what I need”.
He panicked some more. The Hispanic one with the cowboy boots was going to kill him for sure. Nevertheless, he obediently crawled towards her, staring again at the gore-covered sole hanging over her knee. “You can clean my sole”.
Gina lowered her sole down to the pleading slave’s face, who fell to his back and accepted the task of eating the mush. Gina smirked at the worthless insect, who was swallowing the goo made from his own squished friends. She looked over at Brenda, who was still in a bad mood and standing over a throng of fleeing bootslaves. “What are you going to do with all of those, Brenda?”
“Gee, I don’t know, Gina,” Brenda said sarcastically, “Maybe this...”, and with that, Brenda pressed the sole of her Manolo Blahnik boot flatly into the hundreds of terrified bodies. The little men were trying to run across the grain of the wooden floor, but they were so small they reached less than a foot before Brenda took one small step. She easily smashed about fifty of them under her already pulp-caked sole, as the rest continued running around the boot. She liked looking down at the little bits of pink crud oozing out from under the sole. “I’ll get ‘em all. Watch”.
Brenda simply slid her boot on its sole in a sideways direction, instantly smushing another thirty or so men into long red streaks of pulp. She got off on the wide smear mark that her sole left from the first layer of flattened bodies. “These little worms need to learn to appreciate a nice pair of fashion boots. What do you think, Gina?”
Gina had turned her attention back to her new sole-cleaner. “How do your friends taste?” she chuckled. The worm had gotten most of the flat leather sole clean. “Good, Mistress,” it mumbled between licks.
“Maybe if you do a good job, you can join that squishing mess over there...” Gina indicated the puddle of mush that was collecting around Brenda’s bootsole. The slave licked Gina’s sole faster, partly excited and partly afraid.
Meanwhile, hundreds of tiny men scurried into one another, trying to cover ground, but the shadow of Brenda’s fashion boot loomed over them. In an instant, the once smooth blackness of her sole crashed downward, pressing dozens of male bodies into flat pastey goo. If they dared look up, they might see the globs of crushed men clinging to the sole, the partially crushed shapes and the softly dripping pulp. Brenda was squashing them so quickly and lifting her boot up so soon, that there were many slaves only half-crushed stuck to her sole before she stomped down again. “Oh, I think they like what I’m doing to them,” laughed Brenda.
Gina smiled as she examined her now clean western boot sole. “Who cares what they like or don’t like. I can make them worship whatever I want them to. They do whatever I say..”. To prove her point, Gina lightly pressed her sole on top of the bootlicker’s penis and commanded the worm to make cum. “Go on and jerk off. I want your cum on my sole now”. Of course, the worshipper obeyed. Gina took her other boot and rested its sole on the slave’s eager face. The man immediately started licking the smooth tan leather. “After you’re done fucking my sole, you’ll be my permanent cowboy boot slave. Your entire purpose in life will be to pray to this pair of Tony Lamas. Go on, worm, tell me what you are now...”
The slave was so busy licking the one sole and pressing his dick against the other sole, it couldn’t speak properly. It just mumbled incoherently. Gina reached into the slash pocket of her soft leather jacket. She still had a nice collection of men she had captured earlier inside. She pulled out a tiny, wriggling slave and held its worthless body down near the sole that her full-size slave was licking. She tilted the sole at an angle, so that she could hold the little man against the smooth leather. The big slave’s tongue was eagerly still trying to wash over the sole. “This little man is about to become a spot. Watch”. Gina slowly pressed the little pink thing into the sole with her fingertip, just lightly enough to crush it, but not enough to smear it completely. When she pulled her fingertip away, there was a nice, glistening clump of pinkness clinging to the leather.
The slave licked faster and started cumming on the other sole. It had seen every detail of the crushing up close. In fact, its tongue was only about an inch away from the tiny glob. “See your little friend now? You wanna see him even closer?” Gina shrunk the begging bootlicker and held him pinched between two fingers. She then got off the couch and sat on the floor, facing her two bootsoles towards each other, so that the big, clunky heels touched. She held the little man over the sole with the splotch of cum on it. “First, you can stick here”.
Gina put the little man on her sole, right in the middle of the milky goo. The slave’s semen acted like an adhesive, and held his twitching body fast against the leather of the sole. Gina slowly closed her bootsoles together, so that the trapped slave was being pressed against the already crushed glob on the other sole.
The poor little man screamed and was never heard as it became compressed and flattened between the two giant western bootsoles, crushed and squeezed into a mixture of cum and slave-goo. Gina sat that way for a minute, pressing her soles flatly together, moaning with pleasure to herself.
Meanwhile, Brenda had stopped stomping for a minute, while the two hundred or so remaining slaves managed to scurry a few feet away. She was checking out the absolutely gore-drenched soles of her high-heeled boots. The tiny swarm of male slaves were running towards the gigantic Goddess Gina!
She laughed to herself. All men were so easy to control. They were running away from the stomping of Brenda’s boots, straight towards her cowboy boots. They knew they would all be crushed. They just wanted Gina to do it!
Gina lovingly parted the soles of her Tony Lamas. There was a nice messy splotch of pink, red and white in the exact center of both soles from the two crushed bodies. She then spread out her legs and let the running slaves enter the space between them. After most of the men had reached her crotch, Gina folded her legs so she sat cross-legged, resting one cowboy boot over the other, with the hundreds of little men trapped within. The swarm of slaves stared up at the fly of Gina’s tight jeans. Behind them the huge western boots lay. They were completey surrounded by denim and leather. Far above, the breasts, then face of Gina...the men simply squirmed and prayed.
Brenda cursed and sat back on the couch. Her boots were still dripping. “Now I need a man to clean these off. Give me one of those, Gina”. But Gina just laughed. “No way. I’m smearing all of these!”
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