A worthless slave came wandering out of the mall entrance towards Jessica. It must have been abandoned by its Mistress or maybe somehow escaped. It was drawn towards the Goddess� new Georgia boots. No doubt the way the sun reflected off the brown leather had acted as a lure for the hypnotized slave.
�Please, Goddess, may I worship your new boots?�, the stupid bug stammered as it fell to its knees, about two feet in front of Jessica. She had one leg on the ground and one crossed over her knee, so she could examine her boot in detail.
�How did you know these were new?�, she asked as she continued to run her fingers over the smooth leather. She played with the end of the leather strap that wrapped around the front of the boot, and liked the feeling of the sharp metal buckle. There was also a smaller buckle and strap around the top of the boot.
�I watched you in the store buying them. I saw you try them on and followed you through the mall�, confessed the slave as it crawled another foot closer, staring with longing at the boot on the ground before him.
�You followed me?�. Jessica laughed at the worm�s worthlessness. �Now what do you think�s going to happen?�
�I...I..was hoping you�d let me see the bottoms of your new boots...,� said the bug.
�The bottoms?�, Jessica was in hysterics. �Why do you want to see the bottoms so bad? Do you want me to kill you?�
�Yes, Goddess! Yes, Please! For months I�ve been hanging around this mall, staring through that store window whenever I could. I�ve seen those hiking boots in the window and I worship them. The perfect brown leather, the straps and the buckles, the logo on the side of the ankle, the big black heel...but I could never see the bottoms of the soles and the heels! I wanted to ask the manager but I�d knew she just kill me. But I want you to kill me! Please, under your beautiful leather boots! I�ve been dreaming about what the tread looks like! Please!�
Goddess Jessica ran her fingers over the deep tread of the sole, but kept it tilted away enough so the slave couldn�t see. �You�d like the tread, and you�d like the heel, too...�
�The heel?,� begged the worm.
�Oh yes. There�s a design under the heel, too. There�s a logo stamped on the bottom�.
The slave crawled on its belly, and offered its helpless tongue. �Please, show me the logo! Squish me into it! I�ll do anything! I was born just to be crushed under the heel of your new boot!�
Goddess Jessica was amused at how obssessed the slave was. �And you don�t even know about the arch, do you?�
�The arch?,� begged the slave, almost drooling.
�There�s a gold plate stamped into the arch with a logo on it, too. There�s enough room for about fifty little men. I could squish all of their bodies into this...� She tapped her nail against the small six-sided piece of gold medal in the middle of the arch, with the Georgia logo stamped on it in tiny letters.
The slave couldn�t contain himself any longer. He started squirming and jerking off, praying to the brown boots. Goddess Jessica smirked, �I�ll let you see the bottom of this boot if you get more slaves. Fifty of them. I want a lot of bodies�.
The slave was so excited, it could barely obey, but it finally managed to get up and scurry back to the mall entrance. �And hurry up!�, Jessica shouted after it. She thought about it and realized that the worm had put her in the mood for crushing!
The desperate slave looked around for others he could convince to join him. He didn�t know what to do. He ran into the mall and found the information desk, where a pretty Goddess with long black hair was sitting, helping slaves find their Mistresses. �Please, Goddess, my Mistress wants me to make an announcement...�
The woman spit her gum at him. The wet glob smacked into his worthless cheek and clung there. �I�m sorry, Goddess, I�m worth nothing. But my Goddess needs fifty men to worship her outside right away. She has the most beautiful pair of brown leather hiking boots...�
�I�ve seen you around here before, you piece of garbage. Come here...� The woman reached her hand over the counter towards him and shrunk the slave. Suddenly, the man was the size of an ant, crawling in her palm. She pulled her hand back behind the counter and dropped the tiny slave on the front panel of her pink-coloured leather skirt. She looked down at him as he wriggled through the buttersoft lambskin. �No one can see what�s going on down here. I�ve got you all to myself�.
She poked him with her bright red fingernail, moving him gently across the rolling folds of leather. �You like to hang out in this mall. I�ve seen you staring in the shoe store window. Why don�t you just die here, on my skirt?� She pinched two folds of the soft leather, squeezing the little man between them. He struggled and screamed, but the overpowering smell of leather and the feel of the grain was too much. His entire world had become pink-coloured, buttersoft lambskin.
Goddess Jessica came up to the desk. �Hi there. Do they sell men here? I need about fifty...�
�Of course,� smiled Goddess Annie, who was playing with the tiny man on her skirt. �About five stores down...wait a minute...did you say fifty?�
�Yeah, whatever. I just need a bunch�.
Goddess Annie lifted the man off of her skirt and up to the countertop. She showed him to Jessica. �This thing came in here and was pissing me off so I shrunk it. It might be yours.� Jessica peered closely at the pink body wriggling between two of Annie�s fingertips.
�I did send one in here, but I can�t tell if that�s him. They all look the same�.
Annie put her lips right next to the wriggling man, �Is this your Goddess?� The man squirmed excitedly and Annie licked it. She then put it on the countertop. �Well, you might want it back. I can tell you, though. This one�s a real pervert. It�s been staring at that shoe store window for weeks. It keeps staring at the hiking boots.�
�I know. It told me. It�s in love with these...,� Jessica showed off her new boots and Annie leaned over the counter to look down at them. �Those are cute,� the girl said.
Jessica picked up the tiny man from the countertop and slipped him into the coin pocket of her jeans. �It�s begging to see the bottoms of the soles. Isn�t it funny how they get so fixated?�
�Yeah�, said Annie, �I had this skirt. It was brown leather, almost the same color as those boots. You wouldn�t believe how many men would come up to me and ask to be crushed right into the gold snap over the front zipper. Nowhere else, just the snap�.
�Oh well, thanks...,� said Jessica as she left the desk. She went to the slave-store and got a box of one hundred, figuring she�d kill half now and save the rest for later.
Goddess Jessica went back outside to the bench and sat down, just the way she did before, with one boot crossed over her knee. She flipped off the top of the box and smiled at the mound of squirming male bodies. She had specifically asked for hiking boot slaves. They had been created just to worship hiking boots. They were sometimes hard to find, but usually were worth it because of their seemingly endless enthusiasm.
Jessica decided to test them. She lifted out a handful and poured them onto the tread of the boot resting on her knee. She had to twist her ankle enough so that the sole faced up at an angle and the men wouldn�t spill to the ground. She did the best she could, and used her other hand as a scoop to catch whatever slaves started to fall. She had to catch quite a few as they fell into her hand and then poke them back into the tread. The waffle was very deep so that once the men were in there, they would stay.
Soon, Jessica had filled up most of the sole�s tread with twitching pink bodies. She liked the tread�s pattern, seven diamond-like shapes surrounded by wide ridges. The spaces were so deep, there was so much room for trapping men! �Okay, hiking boot slaves. Start licking the inside of that waffle. These are brand new Georgia Boots, so treat them with respect. I�m going to kill all of you, by the way. I�m going to fill this tread up with your dead mush. Just keep licking�.
The dozens of imbedded slaves obeyed, feverishly licking every millimeter of the sole between the ridges and the diamond shapes. Jessica remembered the slave in her coin pocket and pulled him out. She put him on her denim-covered knee, the same knee her boot was resting on, so the little man could look up and see all of the details he had been dreaming of!
The miniature man gasped in amazement at the new sight. He was right next to the gigantic heel bottom that dug into the denim around Goddess Jessica�s knee. The heel bottom was a million times more magnificent than he could ever have imagined. Thick black rubber; the perimeter of the heel bottom was about half an inch all the way around. In the center, most of the heel was raised with eight stud-holes following the heel shape. The holes surrounded a large stamp. Within the stamp was a raised imprint of a diamond-shaped logo towards the back of heel and the curved Georgia Boot letters towards the front. The letters were also raised, and each letter was about twice the size of a helpless slave! Best of all, the entire heel and stamp were perfectly clean!
The slave stared farther over towards the arch where the gold metal plate was embedded. He could see the Georgia Boot logo stamped into the plate. The gold was so smooth and shiny and a perfect place to be squished!
Then he looked past the arch towards the gigantic treaded sole. He prayed at the sight of the deep waffle, filled with other little men. The treaded pattern was so deep that the men were completely buried in the thick rubber. All around the wide ridges and the diamond-shapes, the tiny men wriggled and worshipped.
Jessica�s giant fingers then lightly ran over the width of the boot-tread, feeling for men�s bodies that were not quite in deep enough. She poked a few little slaves with her fingertip, squeezing them into the spaces of the tread. �Get in there, little boys,� she said as she poked them.
Jessica laughed as she poked some of the men until they squished, pressing their soft guts into the deep waffle. She would run her fingertip through the pattern of the tread, smearing the bodies in one continuous layer of mush. The little men had nowhere to go, they were so tightly packed into the rubber spaces, so they simply turned to jelly and mixed together. Jessica liked the way the goo glistened in the light as she tilted her sole slightly. She made sure every space of the tread was filled with the wet pulp. When every slave�s body was squished and a thin layer of goo lined the deep gullets of her boot-tread, Jessica scooped her hand back into the box and pulled out more slaves. The man on her knee stared in fascination as the mound of male bodies squirmed in the Goddess� giant palm, like flesh-coloured worms.
�This tread is so deep. I could probably smush a million of you in there�, she said as she pressed the plamful of slaves flatly against the boot-sole. The slave on her knee winced at the sound of a hundred soft bodies crushing at once. He could look up and see the Goddess Jessica�s hand flat against the rubber sole, with dozens of pink twitching things and red jelly oozing from beneath. Jessica ground her palm against the sole and worked the squirming men into the tread, laughing as pulp spurted out and dripped. She kept twisting her hand against the sole, making sure that every bit of dead pulp made it into the tread.
When she finally pulled her hand away from the boot-sole, there was a popping sound from the suction. There were also beads of stringy wet pulp that stretched between her palm and the sole, like chewing gum. The slave on her knee could see clumps of squished male bodies imbedded all over the boot�s tread.
The slave went ecstatic with helpless desire when Jessica suddenly remembered him and reached her fingers towards him. �Looks like you get to join the fun,� she said as she plucked him off her knee and held his twitching, worthless body in front of the gore-filled boot tread. �I�ll let you squish in there. Bye!�
The little man saw the sole even closer up now. So many crushed and smeared together bodies, layering the deep rubber tread of the Gerogia boot-sole. He was less than an inch from the tread as Jessica�s fingers gripped him. The slave begged for a perfect death.
�Wait a minute...I�ve got a better idea,� said the Goddess as she pulled him farther away from the sole. She held him far away enough so that he could see the entire bottom of the boot: the sole as well as the arch and the heel. �Where do you want to die?,� she asked, �You can pick any spot...�
Jessica held him in fromt of the gold plate with the Georgia Boot logo. The plate was six-sided, smooth metal. It was a hundred times bigger then the helpless slave. �You can be the first slave to die here�.
Then she held him in front of the heel-bottom. �Or you can die here�. The tiny man looked in awe at the gigantic imprint of the Georgia Boot logo with the diamond shape above it. He stared at the 8 stud-holes surrounding the imprint. Maybe one day those holes would have metal studs hammered into them in a shoe-repair shop. Before that ever happened, a million tiny men would probably be squished into each one of those holes. He started to jerk off, looking up at all the places on the bottom of the that heel to die.
Jessica could tell by the way the little bug was twitching that it was ready to be squished. It obviously liked the heel the best. She gently pressed the man�s helpless body with her fingertip, into one of the miniscule stud holes. The slave wriggled as it was being forced into the round space. �Lick the inside of that hole,� she commanded. As tiny as the hole was, (just a small indentation, really) the slave had enough room to squirm inside and lick the rubber.
Jessica pulled her fingertip away so she could see the little pink thing stuck in the bottom of her boot-heel! �Just think how worthless you are, stuck to the bottom of a woman�s hiking boot. Let�s see you make mush,� she said as she lightly rested her fingertip back on top of the trapped slave. She could feel the man�s body twitching just a little bit. Goddess Jessica pressed her fingertip down until she felt the soft thing flatten. The feel of a little man�s body squeezing into wet jelly turned her on. Jessica pulled her finger away and laughed at the trickling glob of red goo coming from the tiny spot on her boot-heel.
She looked back at the boxful of hiking boot slaves, all waiting for death, and smiled. Time to make paste!