GINA'S NITE OUT: Part Nine
Most women liked wearing boots. Boots were perfect for crushing men, especially when wet goo threatened to splatter. Leather boots were the most popular, of course, though heel heights and calf heights varied greatly. At Cheryl�s party, most of the women were wearing leather boots of one kind or another.
There was a girl at the party named Brenda, with shoulder-length red hair, who had arrived wearing a very retro pair of chunky-heeled sandals, with clear plastic soles and heels. Brenda had brought her black boots with her to change into. After changing into her boots, Brenda dropped her sandals on the floor and proceeded to join the party, crushing and squashing slaves under her new, very expensive, Manolo Blahnik black leather high-heeled boots.
Meanwhile, the sandals remained as they had landed: one on its side, with the sole facing the other, which had landed upright. A small contingent of slaves who had been shrunk to the usual ant-size had escaped from their Mistress� wrath and discovered the sandals. An hour into the party, these dozen or so little men were crawling all over the sandals. Some of them squirmed on the insole of the upright sandal, rubbing their worthless bodies into the silk label that revealed the shoe manufacturer. The giant letters of the name GUCCI were each twice as big as the tiny pink slaves. Other worshippers pressed themselves into the sides of the giant clear plastic heel, or squirmed under the arch. The sandal that was resting on its side gave some of the slaves the opportunity to worship the sole and heel bottoms up close. The little slaves� behaviors made perfect sense; they had, in fact, all been originally trained as sandal slaves.
In another part of the room, Gina the Goddess walked around, looking for something to step on. Her boots were a relatively new pair of Tony Lama black leather cowboy boots, and she had already crushed dozens of men that night under the soles, not to mention, in other places. She was definitely the most evil, perfect, and beautiful Goddess at the party. Her jeans were unforgivingly tight, and her black leather jacket was soft and supple, a very sexy three-quarter length style.
Gina saw the sandals with plastic heels lying next to a green couch against the far wall. She also noticed a full-sized slave sitting on the couch with a leash on its neck. There were other women in the room, but they were ignoring the slave. Gina stomped over to the couch and stood before the worm.
�What are you doing alive?,� she demanded.
�I was waiting for my Mistress..,� it pleaded.
�What for? To get crushed?� Gina lifted one of her heavy boots and planted it firmly between the man�s quivering legs, pressing the pointy boot-toe into his crotch. �We can take care of that now�.
The slave trembled at the sight of the boot between his legs. He knew he was about to die. Gina wiggled her sharp toe into the slaves� crotch, teasing him. �You can choose leather or denim..�
He looked at the Goddess and understood. He could be squished into the soft leather of her jacket or boots, or the denim of her jeans.
�Or, I�ll tell you what...� Gina fingered one of the small gold rivets at the corner of the right-hand front pocket of her jeans. �You can choose this stud. I always wanted to crush a man into this...� The man wriggled helplessly, moaning and begging. His Mistress had commanded him to wait, but it didn�t matter now. Nothing mattered except the destiny of his body getting pressed into that gold rivet.
�Well, choose, little man. I�ve got other men to squish...�
She could tell by his pleading eyes that he wanted the corner of that pocket. Gina teased him by leaning close, so that the rivet was close to his face, so that he could see his destiny in more detail. The poor slave cried out and leaned forward to lick the rivet, but Gina shrunk him quickly.
The man was now an insect, pinched between the fingertips of Goddess Gina, being held less than an inch from the now gigantic gold rivet. Gina giggled at how delicate the soft body was, as she lightly pressed it with one fingertip into the rivet. There she stood, one boot still up on the couch, as she gently crushed a tiny man�s body into the rivet on the corner of one of the front pockets of her tight jeans. She felt the body flatten and break into pulp, a miniscule drop of soft goo that was fun to smear into the smooth rivet.
Then Gina noticed the sandals on the floor again, but this time, she saw the little squirming pink shapes. She smiled and knelt down over the sandals. The men crawling all over the plastic heels, soles and insoles were so busy praying to every detail of the sandals that they were oblivious to the gigantic Gina above. Even when she spoke, they couldn�t hear her.
�What do we have here? Those are cute sandals�. She reached down and picked up one of the sandals by its clear plastic strap. There were little men all over it. A few on the insole, clinging to the chunky heel, or the strap itself. Gina tilted the sandal around in her hand, getting a good look at everything. One slave was hanging desperately from the back of the heel, with its miniscule legs gripping onto the heel bottom and its insignificant arms grasped onto the back. It was ready to slip any moment. Gina simply took the end of the soft leather belt from her three-quarter length jacket and pressed the tip against the little man, slowly smushing its twitching body into the clear plastic with the supple black leather. She wiped the red goo with the belt-end around the back of the heel and laughed. The clear plastic now had a faint red stain on it.
Then she playfully used the belt-tip to smear the slaves on the Gucci label. She gently pressed and slid the belt along the label, mushing the praying slaves into liquid paste. She loved the way their soft guts made a messy red streak, covering most of the silk label.
A few slaves were near the open-toe of the sandal, worshipping the stitching around the front. Gina used the belt-tip again to wipe around the toe, smushing the little bodies with the impossibly soft leather into the hard plastic of the edge of the sole. She tilted the sandal around again, but couldn�t see anything else alive still on it. She dropped the sandal to the floor with a loud CLUNK.
The other sandal was lying on its side, and a lot of slaves were praying to the bottoms of the plastic heel and sole. �You worms don�t even know I�m here...,� she mused as she positioned the toe of her cowboy boot right over the group of men in front of the turned-over plastic heel. It started to bother her that these slaves wouldn�t stop worshipping the sandal. After all, SHE was the greatest Goddess of all. HER boots were what they should be praying to.
Gina became irritated and hovered her toe less than the inch over the plastic heel slaves. �On your backs and pray to my boot toe instead. Now!� The little slaves were all licking the bottom of the plastic heel. They had been trained all their lives to worship sandals, and these plastic heels were the greatest they had ever seen. Even better than cork soles. Still, the booming of Gina�s voice and the sudden shadow of her cowboy boot caused them to think twice about what they were doing.
�Fucking slaves,� Gina cursed as she pressed the very tip of her western boot toe onto the group of heel worshippers. She managed to squish two of them, and make a small splurt of red juice that oozed out to either side from beneath the boot-toe, and wet the remaining slaves. They finally got the picture, and stopped licking the plastic heel to turn and face the giant boot-toe. Now there were splatters of glistening redness on the silver rand of the toe from their just-squished comrades.
�That�s better. Now you�ll learn to appreciate a fine western boot�. She poked one of the little men with her fingertip towards her boot-toe, and poked his squirming body underneath, pushing it enough so that it became wedged under the toe. Gina remembered that there was a small metal tap under the toe, and wondered if the trapped slave was praying to it.
Under the toe, the poor slave was trying to squirm, but the pressure was too great from the massive expanse of worn leather resting on top of him. There was a large circular piece of metal, the head of a stud imbedded in the leather, right next to him. It was so flat and pounded in, like the head of a nail. The slave somehow became attracted to the tap, and struggled to squirm towards it.
Meanwhile, Gina thought about what to do with the two remaining slaves facing her boot-toe. �Your friend�s having fun underneath. Why don�t you two play on top...,� and with that she pinched the two men together between two fingers and lifted them to the silver rand and let them go so they could worship the rand by standing on the very tip of the sole where it jutted out from under the toe. Gina liked cowboy boots because of the way the sole jutted out and formed a little ledge like that. It was a great place for put slaves and to kill them.
The little men worshipped the gleaming silver rand. They licked the flowery pattern etched into the metal, and each one pressed itself into the tiny stud on either end of the rand, where it was nailed into the leather of the boot. Gina was amused at how the slaves seemed to really appreciate the detailing on her boots.
Meanwhile, the trapped slave below managed to wriggle until it was directly beneath the tap under the toe. Gina felt the miniscule body�s movements through the leather sole of her boot and pressed down a little harder. She realized that the slave was probably maneuvering itself under the tap. The increased pressure forced the slave to become completely pinned beneath the worn metal tap. It tried to squirm, but there was simply no place to go...except into that tap! It moaned its last prayers but was never heard as Gina the Goddess�s laughter boomed louder than thunder, and the sound of his own squishing guts became the last thing he ever knew.
Gina enjoyed twisting her toe from side to side, working the crushed jelly into the hardwood floor. The two slaves hanging onto the rand were going crazy. They had heard their companion smush and knew they would be next!
Meanwhile, there were still a few slaves hiding behind the sandal. They had been worshipping the other side and scurried for cover when Gina started squashing. To their absolute delight, they saw another giant woman approaching from behind Gina; a gorgeous young woman with red hair and a skinny figure, wearing the most exquisite black leather high-heeled boots. It was Brenda coming back.
�What�cha doing, Gina?�, she looked down at her dropped sandal, and laughed at the red splotches all over it.
�Are these yours?,� Gina asked.
�Yeah. I just got them. Pretty funky, eh?�
�You�ve got quite a few worshippers. I was just having some fun with them�.
Brenda knelt down next to Gina and looked at the other sandal on its side. She saw the few slaves hiding behind it and laughed at them. �Where did they come from? They�re not my slaves. Oh...they�re so cute....I think they�re scared�.
Gina casually pressed her finger into one of the men on her toe-rand, smushing it�s guts around the smooth silver metal, around the tip of her toe towards the other slave. She kept smearing until that slave got caught by her fingertip, too. Gina gently smeared the two slaves� pulp back and forth over the rand while she thought about the scared slaves. �Why should they be scared? This must be heaven to them�.
Brenda picked the sandal up off the floor, exposing the little men. �They don�t all LIKE being crushed, Gina. Sometimes, they get frightened�. While she said this, Brenda held the sandal by the strap, and positioned it so its heavy, chunky plastic heel hovered less than an inch over the group of slaves. Neither of the two women knew that these slaves were trained sandal slaves, and that the sight of the giant clear plastic heel above was indeed heaven to the miniature men. Neither woman actually cared, of course, especially Gina...
Gina got down on the floor and looked closely at the little men. She opened her beautiful mouth right next to the clear plastic sandal heel. �Go on Brenda. Squish them�. As the giggling Brenda lowered the large heel, the slaves simply started squirming in their places, staring up at the flat expanse of clear plastic. Gina pressed her open mouth right against the heel, hoping that one of the slaves would try and escape and run inside, but they didn�t.
�Come on, worthless scum,� Gina moaned, �Get in my mouth!�
Brenda pressed the heel down flatly but very slowly. The men were now stuck, unable to squirm, and their bodies began to compress. Gina squealed with delight as the slaves crushed slowly into paste, and the paste oozed out from under the flat heel between her lips. Gina sucked all of the oozing goo she could, until the plastic heel was flat on the floor.
Brenda slowly pried the heel up, revealing a whole mess of sticky goo, beads of pulp and barely discernable shapes of smashed male bodies. Gina felt her hand between her legs, rubbing the denim of her tight jeans, playing with the zipper of her fly, as she looked at the gooey mess.
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