GINA'S NITE OUT: Part Eight
Gina was sitting in the armchair, noticing for the first time that there was food on the small glass table in front of her. A tray of crackers and a bowl with some kind of white, creamy dip. She liked this party. In no less than ten minutes, she had probably killed over a hundred slaves (most of them, by stepping on a whole purseful), initiated some hot lesbian worship between two of the guests, and had just (seconds ago) crushed the male slave that was her human footstool between the edges of her cowboy boot soles. Yes, she loved her heavy black leather boots; her heels were so clunky and flat and perfect for killing men. The soles were so smooth and wide and also flat. Combined with her soft black leather jacket, Gina smelled so strong of leather that it was intoxicating.
She reached over and took a cracker, and noticed the other footstool slaves. Three worthless males, on all fours in front of the other three armchairs. They were trying hard not to stare at her, desperately afraid of taking their eyes off of the hardwood floor as they had been trained.
Gina slipped the cracker into the dip and took a bite. Yuck! No wonder it was white and creamy; it was worthless slave cum! She dropped the half-eaten cracker on the floor, gagging on the strong taste of semen. The footstool slaves winced and were afraid of the Goddess� anger.
�Did you slaves make this cum? Get over here and lick it up!�
Obediently, the three men crawled towards her, the perfect woman in her soft leather jacket and tight denim jeans. When the first one reached the cracker on the floor, Gina quickly shrunk him. �Crawl into that mess, so I can kill you�, she commanded.
The little man stared up at the giant Goddess, who was now resting one of her legs by crossing it over her other knee, so her giant Tony Lama cowboy boot was hovering above, its tan leather sole covering the sky. The miniature slave entered the mushy remains of the chewed food; a half-eaten cracker and gooey semen. Gina laughed at the now stuck male body, twitching in the soft clump of mush. �You�re fucking paste!,� she chuckled as she pressed her sole flat down, smashing the cracker, the semen and the man�s body into one sticky mess.
Gina twisted her sole into the half-dry, half wet glob and flattened it more, liking the sound of the crunching, squeezing filth. She pressed her sole very hard into the hardwood floor, making the crushed mess spread and ooze a little bit out from the edges of her sole.
Eventually, she lifted her sole from the floor and showed the sticky mess to the other two slaves. �Clean that off,� she commanded the closest one. It helplessly obeyed, licking the clump of mushed cracker, mixed with pulp and cum, swallowing it all and running its worthless tongue over the tan leather.
Gina took another cracker from the tray and dropped it on the floor next to the slave. �That�s enough. Now kneel over that cracker. I want to shrink you so you�re on it�. Of course he obeyed, and Gina happily shrunk the stupid slave. It wound up perfectly on the little round cracker, and she hovered her sole over it, smiling. �Thanks for cleaning this bootsole. Now you get to make it dirty�. The tiny man begged and wriggled on the cracker, but Gina couldn�t hear him. She just lowered the sole of her Tony Lama boot until it rested on the squirming body. She loved the way the man felt through the sole, a delicate little piece of flesh, a bump of worthless male softness. The poor slave desperately wriggled, his body pressed hard by the vast expanse of leather. He couldn�t see anything, but he could feel the increasing weight as Gina pressed a tiny bit harder. He could hear her laughing. �I�ll just squish you enough...�
Gina eased her sole down slightly until she felt the man�s soft body give way, break into liquid jelly, but she didn�t press hard enough to break the cracker. When she was confident that the slave was nothing but goo, she slowly lifted her sole up from the floor. To her delight, the cracker suck to her sole from the crushed goop. �Aww..that�s cute,� she said as she admired the way the man�s pulp acted as an adhesive.
The last footstool slave instinctively crawled towards the sole, ready to eat, but Gina was too interested in her work of art to let it go so quickly. �Fuck you. Lie down and just worship me. I�ll kill you in a minute�. The man fell to his side and began jerking off, whispering Gina�s name and praying to her cowboy boots.
Heather came over (the blonde in the black leather go-go boots, with the chunky heels) and seemed interested in what was going on. Gina was simply twisting her boot around at the ankle, looking at the stuck cracker. �Hey, Heather. I�m just making party snacks�.
�Cool,� Heather stood next to the worshipping slave and looked ravishing in faded Lee jeans tucked into her boots. The slave was torn between staring at Goddess Gina�s western bootsole and Goddess Heather�s towering black leather go-go boots. He jerked off a lot faster!
�I know,� giggled Heather, �let�s make a sandwich�. She bent over the table and grabbed two crackers and showed them to Gina. The dark-haired Goddess thought about the idea and laughed, then looked down at the worshipper. �Should we make a sandwhich out of you?� She thrust the sole with the cracker stuck on it into the slave�s pleading face, and he quickly started eating with his lips and tongue. The man licked and swallowed the bits of flaky cracker and the moist slave-goo underneath, then washed the beautiful sole clean with his still-hungry tongue. Gina was impressed at how fast he ate the mess. �Good, now give me those crackers, Heather�.
Gina had the two crackers in her palm. She shrunk the slave and put him on one of the crackers, then lay the other cracker lightly on top. The slave was still masterbating so the top cracker jiggled. Gina pinched the two crackers between two fingertips slowly. The little man screamed out in ecstacy as he looked out from between the crackers and Gina�s giant smiling face. �You can be the jelly. Go on, little man....make jelly�. Heather knelt down to watch the trapped man from the other side. Both women laughed hysterically as Gina very very slowly pressed the crackers together, compressing the tiny twitching body into soft red paste. The slave crushed so easily and softly.
Gina teased Heather by waving the crackers with the thin line of red jelly between them in front of the excited blonde girl�s lips. Heather opened her mouth and begged for it. Gina smiled and let Heather take the sandwich into her red lips.
Heather crunched the crackers with her teeth, tasting the sweet goo inside, then digested it. �Mmmm. I want more�.
As if in response to her words, three slaves appeared behind her, crawling on all fours towards Heather�s ass. They apparently were entranced by the sight of her tight jeans and the soles of her go-go boots as she knelt. Gina commaned the slaves to crawl around towards her cowboy boots. �Get over here, all of you. We�re going to eat you�.
Two of the slaves obeyed, quickly scurrying around Heather�s perfect ass and positioning themselves on their knees before Gina�s black leather boots. the remaining slave was excited by Heather�s tight jeans and was hovering his face less than a foot away from her back pockets.
Gina dropped another cracker on the floor then shrunk the men. �Both of you get on top of that. I want extra jelly on this one�. The little men scrambled like ants onto the round cracker, as Gina hovered her Tony Lama sole overhead.
Meanwhile, Heather noticed the slave behind her out of the corner of her eye. �That�s okay, slave. You can worship my back pockets. If you�re a good little worshipper I�ll crush you into the leather patch�. The slave stared up at the Lee patch of Heather�s jeans, sudenly realizing his destiny. he prayed helplessly to the patch and begged to be squashed.
Gina liked the way the two little men felt, trapped beneath her cowboy boot as she rested its smooth sole on their wriggling bodies. She imagined them both jerking off, praying to the worn boot-leather, ready to spurt their worthless drops of semen onto themselves. �Gross little worms. How does it feel to be crushed like bugs? You must love it. You�ve gotta be fucking my boot-sole now as you get squashed..� She laughed as she pressed down gently, feeling the two bodies wriggle faster. Suddenly, there was a tiny squeezing sound, and Gina felt softness under her sole. At least one of the men was crushed.
The slave behind Heather craned his worshipping head up to the Lee patch of the Goddess� jeans. He wanted to lick the grain of the leather so bad, but he was too helpless to reach it. He begged out loud to be squashed into the patch. Heather just smirked at the worm�s pleading. She was too interested in what Gina was doing.
Gina raised her sole off of the floor. This time, the cracker was stuck to the sole good. Heather leaned towards it and looked closely at this new work of art. She noticed that there was a nice layer of red mush trying to seep out from the perimeter of the cracker, but there was also a tiny twitching pink thing sticking a little bit out. Heather ran her fingertip lightly around where the pink spot was. �Gina, I think that one is still alive. It must be really stuck in all that goo�.
Gina looked closely herself. She stared from the side at the flattened, almost broken cracker, at the seeping mush, and the little discoloration that seemed to be moving. �That�s beautiful,� she whispered. Gina offered the sole to Heather, who lovingly licked the stuck cracker with her tongue. She very delicately bit off pieces of it, getting at the red, glistening mush.
Sure enough, one of the two slaves was still alive. it had almost been crushed by Gina�s sole into the cracker, and was now also imbedded in a layer of gelatinous slave-goo. It could barely move, but it tried to wriggle as Heather�s gigantic pink tongue washed over. He saw flashes of her white teeth, her monstrous lips, and he prayed for a quick swallowing. But Heather took her time. She savored the taste of the crushed mess. Somehow, dead slaves tasted better when eaten off of leather. When she had uncovered most of the trapped little man, she became more excited and giggled as she licked.
Gina was amused by the fact that a man was stuck against her western boot-sole, mixed in with the crushed pulp from another man, about to be swallowed by a beautiful woman who was licking that sole. Then she turned her attention to the full-size slave that was praying to Heather�s back pocket, to the leather patch, specifically. Gina glided her other boot slowly around Heather�s ass, under the worshipping slave�s chin, then thought her nasty litle thought. Suddenly, that slave was also the size of an ant, trapped on the toe of her boot. Gina smiled as she withdrew her boot so could see the little man on the sharp, pointy toe. �Aww. Poor little thing wanted to get crushed into the leather patch of a woman�s jeans. Now what�s going to happen to it?�
The helpless slave stared up at the huge cowbot boot as its shaft swooped upward, the voice of Goddess Gina beyond. He didn�t know what to do; he was still thinking about that patch.
Meanwhile, Heather had licked off about two thirds of the crushed slave-pulp and mushed cracker crumbs and was giggling as she prepared to lick the still-alive slave off of the sole for good. �Tell me what you like about me, little stuck slave�, she whispered as she opened her lips then pressed their luscious wetness against the sole, completely drowning the screaming slave in darkness. She sucked hard and felt a thrill go through her body as the rest of the goo, including the little alive slave, entered her mouth. Heather closed her mouth and rolled the mush around with her tongue. She used her tongue to press the little alive thing into paste against her cheeks and swallowed.
�Roll over, Heather. I�m going to answer this slave�s little prayers�. Heather was still moaning from the taste of the slave-goo, but she rolled over on her chest and looked up to see Gina position her other cowboy boot over the Lee patch of Heather�s tight jeans. �Onto that patch,� Gina commanded, as the little slave fell from the boot-toe to the patch. The man wriggled like crazy, overwhelmed by the feel of the rough grain of leather, and the gigantic Lee logo that was a hundred times bigger than he was. The slave begged and begged to be rubbed into that grain and squished forever. Then he looked up and saw the smiling Goddess Gina�s flat boot-sole coming down fast.
Heather panted with pleasure knowing what was about to happen. A little man, trapped on the patch of her jeans. She became wet, running one hand between her legs. Gina lay her western sole on top of the patch, feeling the begging slave�s fragile body rubbing itself into the grain.
�Fucking worthless worm,� Gina laughed �I�m going to squash you under my cowboy boot and you�re going to be smeared into the leather patch of Heather�s Lee jeans. You know how insignificant you are??�, and with that, Gina pressed slowly downward, flatly onto the patch, watching with pleasure how the point of her boot-toe pressed into the patch, and feeling the soft splotch forming under her sole. Both women moaned.
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