GINA'S NITE OUT: Part Thirteen
She walked through the party, looking for something to drink. Gina was absolutely gorgeous in her buttersoft, three-quarter-length black leather jacket, with the wide collar, slash pockets and matching belt that hung down either side of her tight Lee jeans. Her boots clunked heavily on the hardwood floor. Gleaming black leather cowboy boots, with sharp, pointy toes and sharp, western heels. Those boots had killed a lot of men that night!
As Gina walked, she could not help feeling the two tiny men trapped in the right back pocket of her jeans. They were constantly squirming inside the tight pocket and turning her on. She gently slipped her hand under her leather jacket and over the pocket, feeling the little bulges through the denim. �You two stop squirming so much,� she whispered.
Inside the back pocket, the two men masterbated in darkness. The first one was all the way at the bottom, where the pocket�s bottom seams met in a v-shape. The slave�s entire world had become the point where the seams met. It buried itself into that juncture, praying to the smell and feel of the denim.
The other slave was a little higher up, about an inch. the pocket was tight enough that the man was trapped and couldn�t fall. The feeling of all that denim, especially knowing that one side was from Gina�s ass, turned the slave on so much it was screaming with desire.
Both slaves felt the sudden pressure as Gina�s fingers prodded from outside the pocket, but they could barely hear her whispering.
Gina found a small table with some wine and poured a glass. The men in her pocket were really driving her nuts. �If you don�t stop it, I�ll squish you both�, she shouted. There was a chair next to the table and she was about to sit down, but then remembered that the slaves would definitely get smeared if she did.
She poked the little bulge at the very bottom of the pocket and commanded it to crawl upwards. �Move up a little, so when I sit down you don't get smushed�. The little bulge obeyed, and started moving upwards past the other one. �You need to crawl up, too,� she poked the other one, �about half way up my pocket. When I sit down, the bottom half of this pocket will probably be under my ass. Hurry up�.
The slaves tried to squirm up through the tight denim, but were too slow for Gina. She prodded one of them harder, trying to slide it forcefully.
Inside the pocket, one of the slaves screamed as the pressure from Gina�s giant finger flattened a wall of denim against its twitching body. The pressure was too great and the slave�s body crushed into soft, wet paste. The other slave heard the crunching sound and the liquidy goo spreading out below and tried to crawl up faster.
�Aw, fuck. You little things are too soft�, cursed Gina when she realized she had killed one of them.
She decided to forget about her back pocket and sat down anyway. Luckily for the little slave inside, it had managed to crawl up enough so that it wasn�t crushed under Gina�s ass. It had made it about halfway up the pocket, but now the denim was even tighter as the pocket was curved around the Goddess� round ass. It couldn�t move anymore and simply prayed to the giant woman�s rear end.
Meanwhile, Gina relaxed and gazed down at her nice new cowboy boots. She ran one hand down the smooth shaft of one of the boots and enjoyed the softness of the leather. She thought about polishing her boots, and decided it would probably take about five hundred slaves� bodies to do it properly. Their guts would have to be worked in, and after that, a full-size slave could buff the leather then lick it to make it shine. �Hmmm,� thought Gina to herself, �that would be a fun thing to do tomorrow�.
A man crawled over towards Gina and never took his eyes off her Tony Lama boots. He tried to speak but was too much in awe of the Goddess� power and beauty. The slave wore a collar and leash, a black leather skirt and black leather go-go boots.
�You�re a little girl, aren�t you?,� teased Gina, rocking one of her cowboy boots on its heavy heel, facing the tan leather sole towards the sissy slave. �You�re a fucking waste of life...go on and ask me to shrink you�.
The worthless slave crawled on its belly towards the western sole, with its tongue hanging out, �Please shrink me, Goddess...�. Gina smiled and slid her boot on its heel towards the begging worm, so that the smooth sole pressed into its face. The man immediately started licking the sole.
�Somebody dressed you up. How dare you fucking think you can wear a woman�s skirt and boots. I�m going to torture you, fucking slave-shit�. The slave licked faster, knowing it was about to die. Gina looked around and spotted another full-size slave on its hands and knees. It was watching the scene from the far wall.
Gina shouted, �You get over here and particpate�. This slave (like most) was naked, and it rushed over eagerly to join and hopefully get squished. �Take off this slave�s boots. Unzip them and take them off�. The naked slave obeyed, though he had some trouble unzipping the tight black leather boots. After all, he had seen Mistress� unzipping boots, but never dreamed he�d be doing it himself.
After he took the boots off, he was commanded to unzip and remove the leather skirt. Gina laughed at the trouble the stupid slave was having. �After you�re done, you�ll die too�.
The slave dropped the boots and skirt on the floor and awaited new instructions. Gina simply kicked the one who was licking her sole away. �Both of you, get ready to die. You, stick your face on top of that leather skirt and worship it....and you, stick your face inside one of those boots�. The two worms instantly obeyed. The first one (who had been sole-licking) pressed his face into the soft Nappa leather of the same skirt he had been wearing! He breathed the leather smell in deep and loved the feel of the buttersoft Nappa. The other slave buried his face inside the lining of one of the unzipped go-go boots.
Gina thought her nasty little thought and shrunk the one with the boot so he wound up falling deep inside! The suddenly tiny man fell until he hit the padding of the insole, then looked up at the impossibly high inner shaft. He prayed to Gina as her smiling face appeared, looking down.
Gina got off the chair and grabbed the go-go boot. She peered inside and could see the small pink shape of a man on the insole. �What�s it like inside a woman�s go-go boot? Is it a nice place to die?� She zipped the boot up all the way and laughed. Then she took both boots and dropped them on the floor a few feet away, figuring she�d get back to that slave later.
The slave worshipping the skirt was completely enthralled by the soft leather. Gina shrunk him and watched his suddenly tiny body wriggling in the deep folds of rich black leather The poor slave was in complete heaven, surrounded by hills of leather. Gina raised the sole of her cowboy boot overhead, so he could see his worthless destiny. �Pray to my cowboy boot, little fucker. Ooh, you�re the one I said I was going to torture...I�ll tell you what....� Gina slipped her hand into one of her leather jacket�s pockets and pulled out a handful of squirming slaves. She dropped them all onto the skirt. The little slave was now surrounded by a few dozen other slaves!
Gina hovered the sole of her boot over the throng of tiny worshippers. She couldn�t tell which one of the insignificant pink things was the slave she was supposed to torture. They all looked the same...just twitching bits of worthless male flesh, bugs with arms and legs whose pinkness contrasted nicely with the gleaming black leather of the skirt. �Ok, sissy slave, show me who you are by running up to my sole...� Gina rested her boot on one side of its sole, so the tan leather faced the worshipping mass of tiny men. Sure enough, one of the little pink things scurried from the crowd towards the edge of giant flat sole. It reached the sole and started licking the stitches along the sole�s perimeter. �I guess that must be you. What the fuck, you all look the same to me. Just bugs to squish�.
Gina pinched another tiny man from the crowd between two fingers and lifted it to a point higher up, near the middle of the western boot sole. She lightly pressed its soft body with the tip of her finger into the sole, squeezing its shape until it stopped wriggling and became a glistening wet glob of red pulp. Gina pulled her finger away and smiled at the tiny glob as it clung to the sole. �Look up at that...,� she commanded the sole-licker below, though the entire throng looked also, mesmerized by the small red drop of liquid that had once been a man. Gina laughed as she then nabbed the sole-licker and held him right next to the glob. �You get tortured now�.
The tiny slave was indeed the sissy slave who had been wearing the skirt and go-go boots. Now he squirmed between two gigantic fingertips, less than inch away from a gooey red splotch stuck to the humongous sole of Gina�s western boot. He stared at the splotch and could barely tell it had once been a man. Gina slowly pressed him into the goo, laughing even harder.
�Make love to your squished friend,� she cackled. When she had pressed the slave enough so that its twitching body was stuck to the goo, she let it go and was pleased at the little scene. A tiny man, trapped in the wet goo from a crushed man, stuck to the sole of her cowboy boot! Gina quickly grabbed another worm from the throng and pressed its body right next to the already dead one. She made sure that the crushing pulp oozed right next to the trapped little slave. �Now you have more squished slave-goo to play in...,� she teased.
The poor slave wriggled and tried to beg for mercy amid the gelatinous pulp. He had seen Gina�s fingertip crush the latest body right next to him, and had seen every detail of the man�s guts splooshing out and smearing into shapeless goo, mixing with the goo he was trapped in!
Gina picked up a few more men, and one by one, crushed their helpless bodies into a growing mass of jelly, all the while, surrounding the trapped slave and making him beg even more!
�You need to be tortured more. I think you like this too much�. Gina scooped up a handful of slaves off of the soft leather skirt and held them in her cupped palm right next to the boot-sole, facing the collection of squished bodies. She used her other hand to slide them one by one out of her palm right onto the sole, smearing their soft bodies into streaks of red liquid, poking their crushing bodies into the mound of growing pulp. She pressed the praying men faster and faster, smashing them into the mushy paste, laughing as their crushed bodies mixed together. the still-alive slave was completely enveloped in goo, and when Gina had killed all of the ones in her palm, she pulled her hand away to try and see the trapped slave.
�Look at you, still alive. Did you get to see enough bodies crush? Or you want to see more?�
Gina simply reached her hand under the leather skirt and made sure all of the remaining slaves were together, then lifted the soft Nappa leather towards the sole. She lightly pressed the buttersoft leather into the sole, pressing whatever bumps she felt through the grain. The trapped slave saw the scrambling men on the skirt as they came closer, until they all became pressed at once into the sole. Everything became dark, as the leather from the skirt covered the sole, and all he could hear was the sound of lots of bodies being smeared into paste, until the soft Nappa leather pressed against him too, squeezing his own helpless body and all of the dead pulp around him into flat, smeared jelly.
Gina pressed the leather flatly into the sole until she was sure everything was dead.
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