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HEATHER�S MORNING AFTER
Heather woke up lying on the hardwood floor in the corner of Marla�s bedroom. She had the vaguest recollection of the night before. She remembered cumming so many times she passed out! The beautiful blonde Goddess was still in her tight black leather skirt and black leather zippered go-go boots. Her black leather motorcycle jacket was hanging on a chair nearby, but there was a another strong smell of leather...A pair of chocolate brown leather fashion boots that Heather had been pressing between her legs all night. She must have fallen asleep while pressing the soft leather shafts against the front panel of her skirt. Heather lifted the boots to her face and moaned with pleasure at the sight of the gleaming brown leather. In her passion she dropped the boots on the floor near her face. The heels clunked loudly on the floor and she stared at them, fingering herself. She turned the boots so she could see the worn leather soles. She panted with excitement when she saw the layers of squashed male bodies covering the non-slip treaded soles. She remembered now! She had been licking the dead-slave goo for hours off of those boots, then had started pressing the boots between her legs in ecstacy.Goddess Marla was watching Heather with amusement from her bed. Goddess Andrea was still asleep next to her. �Did you have a nice night with my boots, Heather?,� asked Marla. Heather didn�t know Marla was awake so the voice startled her and excited her more. The blonde quickly lunged her tongue forward and started licking the gore-covered soles again. Marla chuckled and turned over to catch more sleep. �I stepped on a lot of men last night. Probably thousands of them. Get all of those bodies cleaned off of my soles like a good girl�.
Heather moaned as she licked the crushed bodies, digesting whatever she scraped off with her tongue. She was still half-asleep as she tasted the sweetness of the crushed slave-pulp. The smell of the boot leather was a beautiful thing to wake up to, and the sight of all those crushed men was a perfect reminder of the passion of the night before.
Heather licked and moaned, swallowing bits of dried goo from the boot tread. Once in a while, she would pause to look lovingly at her work so far. The thousands of squished bodies were indistinguishable from each other. If she peered closely, Heather could sometimes see the shape of a man, spread out and flattened, but most of it was just red and pink crud.
She found herself quietly talking to the thousands of crushed slaves as she ate their gooey remains from the bootsole. �In you go, little boys....tasty little men...,� she would whisper.
Heather managed to clean both soles after a half hour, and was still turned on. She glanced over at her leather motorcycle jacket hanging on a chair nearby and wondered if some men might still be in the pockets.
Goddess Heather was still lying on her side, facing the brown boots, as she reached up to her jacket and slipped one hand into one of the side pockets. She felt inside the lining of the pocket and found a small handful of slaves. Heather excitedly scooped the little men out and spilled them out onto the floor, between her face and the boot-soles. She watched the two dozen men with glee as they immediately squirmed for her, praying to her giant full red lips on one side, and the huge tan leather soles on the other.
She ran her fingers through the group of tiny men. �I want to eat more dead slaves off of this boot-sole, so I�ll guess I�ll have to make some�. She giggled as she pinched up one of the men between two fingers and pressed its soft body slowly into the tread of one of the bootsoles. She ground the man�s guts with her fingertip into a relatively clean spot in the tread, then let go. The little slaves all stared up at the glistening glob of red liquid that had just been alive, but was now a squished mess clinging to the lines of the leather sole�s tread. They cowered and prayed as Goddess Heather then leaned towards the sole and stuck her long, beautiful tongue out.
The slaves stared in wonder as the Goddess� tongue reached over them and licked the crushed glob, spreading it some more, then licked most of it right off the sole, sucking it between her ruby red lips.
Heather loved the taste of a man she had just crushed, She casually pinched up another one of the men and slowly smeared its soft body with her fingertip into the same spot she had just licked, squishing and wiping the helpless man�s goo across the red spot from the last dead slave. She immediately licked the new glob off of the sole too, and started moaning with excitement.
Heather blindly grabbed a few more tiny men from the floor and pressed their squirming, soft bodies into the leather boot-sole, right where her tongue was still licking. She loved the feeling of the oozing pulp as it touched her wet tongue. She smeared the small clump of men into the lines of the boot�s tread and licked them as they died.
Marla stirred from her sleep as she heard Heather�s moaning. She became aroused and touched herself lightly under the bedsheets. Andrea also started to move.
Heather stopped licking the bootsole and put her elbow on the floor, propping her head so she could look down at the remaining dozen or so slaves. She casually ran her fingers over the tiny men as she whispered, �Do the rest of you want to die here too?�. She then ran her finger to the bootsole right behind them, and touched the wet spot left over from the men she had squished there. �You can all join this little red spot�.
One of the tiny slaves crawled forward and tried to speak,� Please, Goddess, I want to die under YOUR leather boot�.
Heather smiled at the little voice and brought one leg up so she could stand her go-go boot straight up on the floor while she was still lying on her side. The tiny men cowered at the sight of the gigantic gleaming black leather. They stared at the chunky heel and the rounded toe, the zipper that went far up to the top of the shaft.
�All of you. Look at my boot and start jerking off�.
The slaves automatically obeyed. Heather moved her boot from side to side slightly, letting the light play on the smooth black leather. This turned the slaves on even more.
Marla was still playing with herself as she watched Heather from the bed. �Kill those and come over here, Heather�.
The blonde Goddess felt a flush of excitement. Marla wanted her for something! Quickly, Heather slid her boot sideways on its sole, across the hardwood floor, catching and crushing the group of worshipping men into a wide streak of red paste. Their little bodies smeared effortlessly together into a thin layer of mush.
Heather crawled over to the bed and looked up at Marla, who was moaning with pleasure from her own masterbation. �Let me see your sole. I want to see what you just did�.
Heather showed Marla the sole of her go-go boot. The cream-colored leather was covered with red marks and streaks. Marla became even more excited.
�Unzip that boot. Give it to me�.
Heather quickly obeyed. She unzipped her both of boots and handed Marla the one with the crushed goo on the sole. Marla then slipped the boot under her covers and pressed its wet sole between her legs. She screamed out with passion at the feeling of the crushed goo touched her already wet pussy.
Andrea woke up and saw what was going on. She called out to Heather. �Get over here, bitch. I want you on my side�.
Heather scurried around the bed to Andrea�s side. �My Frye boots are under the bed. Get them�. Heather excitedly reached under the bed and slid out the beautiful black leather motorcycle boots. She loved the huge heavy heels and the silver rings and studs that adorned the sides near the ankles.
�I want to see those soles dripping with dead bodies�, Andrea moaned. Heather looked around frantically then realized the brown leather pocketbook from the night before was still on the floor nearby. It was still bulging!
Heather carried the Frye boots by the tops of their shafts in one hand as she crawled towards the pocketbook. She pried open the clasp of the bag and stared with desire at the thousands upon thousand of squirming pink bodies. So many men to kill! All trapped in this pocketbook!
Andrea called out to Heather, �Coat the soles with their bodies. I want every inch of leather covered with men. Make sure you get them on the bottom of the heels, too�.
Heather was so turned on she could barely concentrate. She put one of the boots on the floor and the other one, she held over the opening of the bag. She looked down at the mass of squirming, helpless bodies and giggled.
Inside the bag, the dozens of men at the top begged and screamed as the huge, flat leather sole hovered over them. They could see every detail of the pockmarked tan leather. They saw the Frye logo stamped in the middle of the sole, and the words �Made in the USA� then the number �10� engraved beneath. The sole was unusual in that it had an extra piece of leather nailed into the flat part of the sole. There were metal studs, 2 under the toe and 4 further back, where the leather piece ended and the arch began. It was a perfect boot-sole, designed to be heavy and flat and made for squashing men.
Heather lowered the boot slowly down, holding it by the shaft, until she could feel the sole resting on top of the mound of slaves. �Come on boys, time to squish,� she whispered to the trapped little men. She let go of the boot and left it standing. Heather sat back and laughed at the sight of the Frye boot standing precariously inside the opening of the brown leather pocketbook, balancing on top of the shifting mass of male flesh beneath.
The slaves squirmed together beneath the enormous, flat sole. Some of them started to crush just from the weight of the boot. The slaves worshipped and prayed to the smell and the feel of the worn leather and they crawled everywhere they could beneath the sole and heel, filling up the space under the arch, rubbing themselves into the Frye logo, wedging their helpless bodies into any indentation or faint impression they could find on the leather sole.
Heather noticed that the boot was starting to tilt and she leaned over to straighten it back up. She looked down into the bag and was amazed to see dozens of tiny men crawling up onto the squared toe of the boot, up the sides of the ankles and the heavy black heel. The boot was very slowly sinking into the mound of helpless bodies, and the desperate slaves� twitching bodies were crawling over every inch of boot leather they could reach.
Heather imagined the sole was pretty covered with goo, so she lifted the boot out of the bag. The slaves inside the bag watched as the giant boot was lifted out of their midst. They watched the sole that had been crushing down on them lift high into the air, and they saw hundreds of their own kind plastered across the tan leather like flattened bugs.
Heather admired the countless little splotches speckled all over the Frye boot sole. So many men had died just from the boot resting on top of them! �Andrea�s going to want more than this.� She slid her hand down into the boot, all the way down to the toe, then, by wearing the boot on her arm, Heather pressed back down into the opening of the bag.
She enjoyed mashing the layers of pink, wriggling bodies under the flat leather sole. Heather twisted the boot from side to side, smearing the slaves into one another. She loved the sound of hundreds of tiny men being squeezed and crushed.
Inside the brown leather pocketbook, men were being liquefied at a terrifying rate. They scrambled over one another in utter confusion until the pressure from the giant boot squeezed them into jelly. The sharp bootheel dug deep into the wriggling men, squashing them all the way down to the bottom of the bag. Heather repeatedly lifted the sole up a few inches then stomped down again, mixing up the gooey paste and squishing more men by the hundreds!
They had no where to go, except into the lining of the bag, or into the worn leather of the sole, or into one another.
Heather laughed as the bag quickly became full of red and pink mush.
Andrea couldn�t stand the sound of all that crushing. It drove her insane with desire. The beautiful black-haired Goddess slipped out from under the covers and onto the floor. She crawled on her hands and knees, naked, towards Heather and the leather purse.
�Let me see! I want to see all those bodies!,� she cried out.
Heather withdrew the Frye boot and both women gasped at the incredible sight of hundreds of squished bodies clinging to the leather sole. Some of the goo dripped and splattered on the floor. Andrea leaned close and saw countless little men stuck in the red jelly, some of them still twitching.
�Look at all those men. All stuck to the bottom of my boot!� She started to masterbate, looking at the intermingled mass of pulp. Heather fell to her side and dropped the boot from her arm on to the floor. Both women leaned towards the gore-covered sole and played with themselves. They started licking the gobs of dead pulp and tasting the newly crushed slaves together.
Heather took a clump of crushed goo on her tongue and then slid her tongue between Andrea�s lips. The Goddess� kissed, and excitedly ate the dead pulp together.