GODDESS KAREN'S SQUISH-A-RAMA

She smiled at the little man she had shrunk and captured. He was crawling on the floor under her desk, in front of the toes of her beautiful brown leather boots. They were a vintage pair of zippered boots from the 70�s; thick, black zippers, heavy, wedge-heels and treaded non-slip soles. As old as they were, Karen didn�t wear them often, and they were in perfect shape. She took extra care of these boots, since they were special to her.

She hovered the rounded toe of one of the boots over the little, squirming pink thing that had once been a man, then pressed the toe flat down on top of it, squishing its soft body into gooey paste. Karen laughed quietly to herself as she lifted the toe up a little, listening to the sound of sticky pulp, then pressed it back down, smearing the goo into the floor.

She got up from her desk and lifted the boot to inspect the small pink splotch under her boot-toe. Then Karen went down the hall to look for some more victims. After all, her bitch of a suprvisor was off today and there were plenty of slaves in the building ready to die!

Karen walking down the hall
First stop: the stairwell. A useless slave was coming up to her floor, probably on an errand. It paused before it reached the top of the stairs, mesmerized by the sight of Karen standing there in her tall, brown leather boots. The leather gleamed from the flourescent lights of the ceiling.

She smiled down at him. �You can come up, slave�. The worm hesitantly came further up, until he was only two steps below her. Then Karen laughed and shrunk him.

The now-tiny man was scurrying like a bug two steps below her. She simply started walking down the steps, then made sure she placed her boot flatly on top of the tiny man as she went. She liked the sudden sound of spurting liquid that the crushing man�s body made when she stomped on it. She kept walking down the steps and glanced back at the red smear-mark left behind.

When she reached the bottom of the steps, she lifted her boot again and saw the trace of red goo near the middle of her sole�s tread. While she was looking at the goo, two more men were coming towards her from down the hall.

�Hi, boys. Today�s the day I smush all of you�. The slaves instinctively fell to their knees and prayed to Karen�s boots. The Goddess shrunk one of them and stepped her boot-toe on top of its soft body, smashing its guts into a small burst of jelly. She twisted the leather-covered toe around, smearing the pulp into the floor as the other slave started licking her other boot�s heavy heel.

She reached her hand down and ran her fingers along that boot�s zipper. �Get your tongue around here, to the inside of this boot. I want you licking the zipper�. The man quickly obeyed, and crawled between the Goddess� boots to lick the zipper. Karen laughed and played with the small zipperhead, jingling it above the slave�s head. �Do you like my boot-zipper? Ready to smush?�

She shrunk him and held him in her palm, with the same hand playing with the zipperhead. Then she pressed his little, helpless body into the zipper teeth, about halfway up the shaft. She rubbed him up the zipper, crushing him into the closed teeth, then rubbed the moistness left on her fingertips on both sides of the zipperhead.

She went down the hallway towards the lobby. She saw a man using the copy machine and commanded him to jerk off. He immediately fell to the floor and begged to be squashed. Karen smirked down at his worthless body and stomped the non-slip sole of one of her boots flat on his begging face. �I guess you can lick this sole for a few seconds�.

The man eagerly licked the tread of the boot-sole a few times until Karen shrunk him. She simply eased her sole down on top of the tiny man and rested the tread on his still-wriggling body. �Nice little soft thing...having fun?� She pressed her sole down slowly, hearing and feeling the man flatten and crush. �I want your goo all over my sole�.

She rubbed her sole firmly into the floor, trying to get the little puddle of slave-guts ground into her sole�s tread. Whe she lifted her sole to check it out, she liked the red jelly that was stuck in a few lines of the tread.

She went into the lobby and turned on the PA system. �All men listen up. This is Karen. I want all of you to report to the front lobby where you will be shrunk and squashed. I�m wearing my favorite leather boots. The brown ones. You�ve all seen them. Now most of you will be stuck to the soles of these boots, and if you�re lucky, some of you might get squashed into one of the zippers�.

She didn�t have to wait long. A few men barged into the lobby and fell to their knees. They bowed their heads and pleaded to be crushed next. Karen walked around them, making sure her heels clunked loudly. �All of you worship my boots. That�s good�. She teased one of the men by standing behind him and reaching one boot around him, rubbing its brown leather shaft against his face. Then she tilted the boot so her could get his tongue on the stacked wedge heel. The man eagerly licked the heel and tried to pray between licks.

Karen simply shrunk him and stood the heel on the floor, at a 45 degree angle, letting the now-miniscule slave cling to the giant wedge. She reached down to the heel with her fingers and pressed the clinging man into the side of the wedge, squishing its guts into a trickle of red goo that dripped down the stacked leather wedge. �You, lick the side of that heel�.

One of the other men licked the droplets off of the wedge, and Karen laughed at him. She shrunk him when he was done and positioned the heel so it was resting on its side, over the squirming little man. �Nice job, eating your dead friend�s guts. Here�s your reward�. She straightened her heel so it was standing flat on the floor, smashing the little man into pulp. She started to twist the heel bottom into the goo then called over the last slave. �When I lift this heel up, I want you to crawl underneath and join this paste,� she said as she shrunk him too.

The tiny man wriggled next to the Goddess� boot heel as she slowly eased it up, revealing beads of pink goo. The little slave entered the pink mush and Karen quickly lowered the heel again, crushing him slowly into the paste, making more.

She went back to the PA system. �Where are the rest of you? Get in here now! I feel like crushing all of you!� She sat at the receptionist�s desk and inspected the splotches of pink goo covering the bottom of her boot heel. She hummed to herself as she picked the goo off with her nails, slowly scraping so she could see the heel�s flat black bottom.

A nervous slave entered the lobby and fell to his knees. �I�m ready to be crushed, Mistress�, it moaned. Karen didn�t get up from her chair. She kept picking the last bits of filth from the heel-bottom. �Get over here and look at what I�m doing�, she commanded. The slave scurried around the desk and watched closely as Karen used her sharp nail to scrape the dead mush off. She had almost got it all.

�Your little bodies make this disgusting pink mush when they�re squished. See?� She flicked a bit of dead goo from her nail so it struck the slave�s eager face. She tilted the bottom of her boot so he could see the heel and the sole. The heel was now clean, and shiny black, but there was still a few stains on the sole�s tread. �Down,� she commanded.

The man crawled on all fours and put his face under the sole. He quickly started licking the lines of the non-slip tread. Just then a whole group of slaves came bursting into the lobby. Karen smiled as they all got on their knees and hung their heads. She liked listening to the quiet sound of the slave�s tongue licking her boot-sole and decided she wanted to hear more sounds like that.

�All of you gather around this slave�. The men obeyed, of course. Karen counted about a dozen of them. �Let�s see all of you try to lick this boot at once�.

She laughed as the helpless worms crawled over one another to reach her boot. She kept one boot rested on her knee, so they only had the standing one to worship. The slaves were licking everywhere: every side of the brown leather shaft, the zippers, the wedges, the toes. Most of them were trying to get under the sole where the original slave still licked.

She shrunk the one underneath and quickly stepped down and squashed him. Karen lifted the sole up about an inch, letting the circle of worshippers see the beads of wet goo dripping from the tread of the sole to the floor like chewing gum.

�Get under the sole....all of you!� She was in hysterics as they struggled to get their insignificant tongues under that tread. Karen dangled the sole very low to the floor, allowing just enough space for the men to get their tongues underneath. �Who wants to go underneath next?�

All of the slaves moaned eagerly, and Karen picked one at random to shrink. She laughed as the suddenly tiny thing scurried under the giant boot it was just licking to join the beads of wet goo somewhere under the middle of her sole. She rewarded the little man by slowly flattening her sole down again, squeezing the soft body into a pancake of crushed pulp. Karen liked the sickly sound of oozing guts when she raised her sole again.

This time the men could see the slightly larger collection of mush under the sole. They kept licking and begged to die next.

She shrunk another one at random and watched with glee as it also ran under the shadow of her sole, to join its squished friends. She couldn�t help herself...she had to see what it looked like under there. Karen lifted her sole up enough to see the small spot of compressed slave-guts on the floor. She was amused by the sight of the new tiny slave right in the middle of the spot, ready to flatten next. She snickered then lowered her sole back down, feeling the little man crunch into the lines of her tread. She quickly lifted the sole all the way up and looked yet again. She loved the lines that the tread had made in the slightly bigger pancake of goo. She also had a matching pancake on her boot-tread. The three or so dead slaves had mixed together into one flat glob!

�It�s so nice to see what you like when you get squashed. Your guts are so cute�. With that, Karen shrunk the rest of the men all at once. She lowered her sole back to the floor , right in the middle of the circle of ant-sized men. �We�ll play a game now. It�s called, Make Mush..� She reached down with her hand and one-by-one, poked the little men closer to her boot, until they were all right next to the edge of her sole. �Press yourselves against the edge of the sole. In fact, why don�t you all rub your bodies into the sole�.

The tiny men made a nice ring of pink specks going around the side of her boot, around the toe, then back around the other side. Karen could see them wriggling as they pressed into the thick leather sole. To the little slaves, the sole edge was probably about ten feet high. �All I have to do, is this...�, she said as she took one finger and ran it along the edge, smearing the helpless men into the leather. She smeared all of the men on one side, making a nice red streak, skipped the few near the toe, then smeared the ones on the other side.

She licked the moisture from her fingertip then smiled down at the few slaves still worshipping the toe of her boot. Then Karen lifted her boot-toe just a tiny bit. �Under�, she whispered.

The little men obeyed, crawling beneath the point of the fashion boot�s toe. �Just a little bit. I want to see your tiny arms and legs sticking out when I squish you�. The men were so small, it was hard to even see their useless limbs. Karen let them move about a centimeter under the toe, then she pressed it down hard onto the floor. She was delighted to see half of the little pink bodies get crushed under the toe, with some of the bits still sticking out. Pink mush seeped out quickly from under the toe, enveloping the twitching parts, until all she could see was a oozing layer of liquid right at the tip of the toe. She laughed hysterically at how the men had died.

She wondered why more slaves hadn�t come and decided not to wait any longer. Karen went down the hall to the warehouse, where most of the worthless slaves worked. The machinery was loud so maybe they never heard her on the PA system.

As soon as she entered the warehouse, a man came running up to her and tried to speak, but the Goddess interrupted him. �Get down on the floor and lick the dead goo from under my boot. I�ve got some of your friends� bodies stuck to my leather sole�.

The man of course fell straight to the floor and eagerly licked the layer of red and pink mush covering the boot-sole as Karen offered it to him. �You like the way dead slaves taste?�, she laughed. More men came running up and fell to their knees.

�All of you start jerking off. I wanna see your little penises,� she commanded. The slaves obeyed, squirming in ecstacy as they looked up at Goddess Karen in her brown leather boots. She shrunk the man licking her sole and knelt down on one knee to examine his tiny body closely, keeping her pulp-covered sole a few inches above him. �Aaww. You liked eating the goo on my sole? How about this?� She pinched him up between two fingers and held him against the sole, against the layer of still-wet goo. �Eat it now�. She was amused as the little thing twitched in her fingers. Who knows if was actually eating the crushed pulp or not? Karen simply pressed the little man with one fingertip into the gore-covered tread, smushing his body into paste, mixing it with the rest.

She commanded all of the jerking off slaves to surround her closely. When they were around her boots, she shrunk one of them and picked him up. �You gotta cum for me, slave,� she said as she held him right up to her ruby red lips. The tiny man was trying to masterbate as he stared at the glistening giant lips. Karen saw him twitching, as if he might be shooting cum, but it was hard to tell. �Is that your cum?�

She placed the man on the tip of her boot�s toe, then slid the toe against one of the full-sized slave�s penises. �I want you to shoot cum all over my boot-toe and drown this slave�. The slaved maoned in compliance, jerking off wildly, hovering his penis over the shiny boot-toe with the little pink speck on it.

The tiny man stared up at the giant throbbing penis and saw beads of cum suddenly shoot out. Some drops splattered against the brown leather further up, past the toe. �You missed, fucker,� complained Karen, who guided the big slave�s penis with one hand so it pressed on top of her toe. She used the dripping penis to crush the small slave into the leather. Karen mushed the goo into the leather by rubbing the penis firmly against her toe, swirling the dead pulp around, working it into the smooth brown leather.

Then she shrunk the slave who had cum and let him play on top of the boot-toe, in the moisture left by the smeared pulp mixed with the milky semen from his own penis. Karen called over one of the kneeling slaves and made him look closely at the tiny man on her toe. �See it playing on my toe? You wanna see what I do to it?�

Karen lifted the boot up from the floor, hovering it below the kneeling slave�s face. She pointed her toe right at the man�s mouth. �Eat that little man. Suck him off of my boot,� she commanded. The slave moaned with reluctance and Karen shoved the toe in-between his trembling lips. �Suck on my boot-toe, slave, and swallow that little man�. She inserted the toe in deeper, and laughed as the slave reluctantly parted its lips to accept the little, wriggling pink thing that was clinging to her gleaming brown leather boot. �Swallow it whole,� she ordered.

The slave digested the little body and kept sucking on the boot-toe. Karen was in hysterics. She commanded the slave to lie on his back, then she ordered the rest of the slaves to gather around and shoot cum on the worthless bug�s face. The slave on his back begged for mercy as Karen stood over him and laughed. The other slaves were kneeling above him on every side, masterbating furiously. �Look at all those penises. Get ready to swallow lots of cum,�she said.

The slaves started cumming. Karen urged them on by talking about how beautiful she was and how gorgeous her boots were. The men shot cum wildly all over the place, while most of it splattered across the lying-down slave�s face. She stepped one of her boots onto the man�s face, wiping some of the milky goo around, smearing it under her sole against the man�s face. �You like cum?� She wiped a lot of it under her sole, until there were beads of cum dripping from the non-skid tread. �Lick it from my sole�

The man obeyed, tasting the drops of cum from Karen�s boot-sole. The Goddess shrunk one of the men next to her arbitrarily and picked him up between two fingers. She then put the tiny man right on the helpless cum-licker�s lips. �There. Now you have another man to eat. He�s one of the ones who came for you. Thank him by swallowing him�.

The slave wanted to beg for mercy, but was afraid to open his mouth in case the little slave fell in accidentally. Karen was amused and hovered her still-wet bootsole over the man�s lips. �I�ll squash it right against your lips, then you�ll have to eat its guts. You decide�.

The slave hesitated, so Karen slowly lowered her sole until she could feel the little bump. She pressed down, crushing the tiny slave into the lips. �Open your mouth, worm. I�m making dead slave goo for you�.

The man felt the tiny thing being crushed to paste against his lips, and he reluctantly opened his mouth enough to accept the trickle of liquid pulp. Karen twisted her sole back and forth into the man�s lips, grinding her cum-covered tread against the slave�s mouth. �You�re just a piece of shit. All of you are�.

She finally shrunk her patient slave and hovered her boot-sole over his now miniscule body. �Fucking die, bug,� she said as she lay the wet sole of her fashion boot flat on top of the squirming male body. The little man was being pressed flat by the cum-covered tread of the sole. He became squeezed into a glob of red paste, mixed with the moist cum and splatters of other dead pulp.

Karen lifted her sole to examine the mess. She liked the splotch left over from the man she had just killed, and she touched it with her fingertip. �I like the way your bodies look when they�re flat,� she mused.

She stood the boot on its heel, and faced the sole towards the crowd of men. �Who wants to be the next flat thing?� The men jerked off faster.
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