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HEATHER�S BEDROOM
She had just finished doing her nails and let them dry while she stared at her perfect face in the mirror. The blonde Goddess Heather was getting ready for a night on the town.She reached for her lipstick and noticed that a tiny man was hiding behind it. �How did you get there?,� she asked as she picked up the lipstick. The man trembled with fear now that he was completely exposed. He had been brave enough to sneak out of the old jewelry box where the rest of Heather�s little slaves were kept, but now he was terrified as the gigantic Goddess stared down with a malicious smile.
�You were spying on me�, she giggled as she applied her lipstick slowly. The tiny slave stared upwards in awe. The Goddess looked stunning as her long, dirty-blonde hair spilled over the shoulders of her black leather motorcycle jacket. �You think I�m beautiful?�
The slave scurried forward and begged for its worthless life, but Heather was only concerned about her luscious lips. When she was done with the lipstick, she smacked her lips and looked back down at the worm. Heather pointed the end of her red lipstick at the trembling slave, less than an inch from its wriggling body. �You want to help make me more beautiful?� She giggled as she pressed the soft end of the lipstick into the man�s even softer body. She twisted the lipstick into the pink, fleshy thing and crushed the slave so that its guts smeared along the round end of the lipstick.
Heather looked at the now glistening wetness of the lipstick and rubbed it over her full lips some more. She loved the taste of the squished man mixed with the red lipstick. She did her lips until she was satisfied and smacked them again.
�Hmmm,� she considered how the slave had escaped and put her cosmetics away. The latch on the old jewelry box was undone. Heather flipped open the lid and smiled at the dozens of squirming bodies trapped within the box. �I must have left this latch open. I hope no more of you worms tried to escape�. She ran her fingers through the trapped mass of male flesh, knowing she would never be able keep count of the worthless insects.
Heather looked down at the floor but saw nothing, just her favorite pair of black leather go-go boots lying against the vanity. She picked up one boot and slipped her foot inside, then zipped up the shaft. She slipped the other one on, then zipped it up. Heather liked the way the boots were tight against her calves. She normally wore jeans with these boots, but today she had a soft, black leather skirt on.
Heather stomped around her bedroom in her heavy, chunky-heeled go-go boots. �If there�s any slaves running around here, you�d better come out now�.
To her delight, a tiny speck of crawled out from under the dresser. Heather quickly strode over towards the speck, her heavy heels clunking loudly on the wooden floor.
The tiny man had been hiding under the dresser for hours. He had watched Goddess Heather get dressed and was still fantasizing about the vision of her slipping on her tight leather skirt. Now her gigantic boots were stomping closer, and he didn�t know what to do....
Heather simply stomped her boot-sole flat on top of the confused little man, splattering his soft guts into a pattern of red and pink droplets. She laughed at the splatter-mark after she lifted her sole back up. �Any more slaves?�
She watched the floor with curiosity and couldn�t believe it when another speck appeared from beneath her the same dresser. This slave had just seen his friend get flattened by an impossibly gigantic leather boot, and now was staring up at the gleaming leather shaft of that same boot! He fell to his worthless knees and prayed.
Heather bent down to pinch the little slave between two fingers. She had to be careful, since her nails were still not completely dry. �You�re a piece of shit, do you know that?� The tiny man wriggled between the huge fingertips as he was lifted higher into the air, up past the high bootshaft, up past the soft folds of the leather skirt....towards the silver snap above the skirt�s zipper.
Heather giggled as she pressed the worshipping little man into the head of the skirt�s snap closure. �I just bought this skirt. It feels so good on me. I bet you like the way it looks, too�. She slowly squeezed its wriggling body into the smoth metal, crushing the man into liquid paste. Heather gently rubbed the trickling goo into the snap, and along the waistband of the skirt.
She bent down to peer under the dresser but it was too dark to see if any more slaves were there. �If anyone�s under there, you�d better crawl out now�. Heather waited a minute but nothing crawled out. Unfortunately, by this time, she wanted to squish another slave.
She walked back to the jewelry box and put her hands on her leather-covered hips. �Well, I�ve got a dead thing under my boot, a dead thing mushed into my skirt, now I want dead things to get squished into my jacket�. The dozens of trapped slaves squirmed helplessly in their box. Goddess Heather looked at her soft leather jacket and decided that she wanted men in the zippered pockets.
She scooped a handful out of the box and unzipped one of the jacket pockets, then spilled the tiny men inside. She did the same for the other pocket and giggled at the way the pockets bulged slightly from the tiny captives.
Heather buckled the belt of her jacket and got ready to head out. She clunked her way to the front door and suddenly felt hungry.
She unzipped one of the pockets and looked down at the mound of fleshy things gathered in the deep, silky lining. The men prayed and begged and squirmed into one another as Heather�s giant fingers reached down into their midst.
Heather picked a man out of the group and lifted him up, out of the pocket. She held him up to her bright red lips. �Hello, little snack...�
She poked his tiny body inbetween her lips and sucked him into her mouth, swallowing and digesting the helpless slave whole.