She saw high-heeled boots, riding boots, go-go boots and cowboy boots and decided that heavy, flat riding boots would be the most practical. As she was browsing through a shoe-store window, she noticed a pair of black leather zippered boots with medium wedge heels. They were a little like riding boots but were very fashionable. She kind of liked the gold zippers and the thin straps with the gold buckles around the ankles.
Laura strode into the store and the manager smiled from behind the counter. �You�d look wonderful in those boots,� said the pretty blonde, �would you like to try them on?�
Laura was led to a bench in the middle of the store and sat down, just in time for a shoe-store slave to scurry towards her and fall to his knees. �I can help you, Mistress,� blurted the slave. The worm was entranced by the sight of the beautiful woman with curly brown hair, in her tight, little skirt and cork-soled sandals. Laura smirked at the useless worm, �Get me those boots to try on. The ones with the buckles�.
The manager stood behind the slave. She was wearing a tight navy blue leather skirt and matching blue leather go-go boots. �Hurry up and do what the customer says, worm!�
The slave hurried off to the stockroom. The manager, whose name was Lilly, laughed and ran her hands along the hips of her skirt, �It�s hard to keep a supply of slaves here�. Laura laughed, �I believe it!�.
The worm came back and fumbled with a large white box. He fell at Laura�s feet again and started to lift the lid of the box. �You didn�t ask me what size I am, stupid slave�, said Laura. Lilly stood one of her go-go boots firmly on the man�s back and pushed him flatly to the floor on his stomach. �This woman is complaining. You die for that�. The man tried to beg as he squirmed on the floor, facing the open-toe sandals of Laura�s feet. Lilly ground her boot-heel into the slave�s back and leaned down on one knee to whisper in his ear as she stepped on him. �Goodbye,� she whispered as she shrunk him. The tiny man was immediately smashed into a stain of red juice under the sole of Lilly�s boot. Lilly twisted her sole into the small spot of goo. �I�m sorry about that. I�ll get another one�.
Laura just smiled, �That�s okay�. She bent down to pull the fashion boots from the white box and looked at the arch of one of them. �These are 10�s anyway. They might fit�. She kicked off her sandals.
Lilly called to the stockroom and another slave scurried out. �Get over here and service this customer. Help her put on these boots�.
The man fell to Laura�s feet and awkwardly took one of the boots and unzipped it. He offered the boot so Laura could slide her foot in. He couldn�t help notice the red stain on the floor right next to him.
�After he puts my boots on, can I squish him?� asked Laura as she eased her foot into the insole, digging her toes into the round toe of the boot. �Of course,� smiled Lilly, �you�ve got to try out a new pair of boots somehow�.
The slave was nervous as he held the boot with one hand under the wedge heel and one hand around the toe. He trembled as Laura�s foot wriggled inside until it was snug. He waited for a second then realized he was supposed to zip up the shaft. Laura giggled at the man�s obvious fear. She whispered close to his ear as he fumbled with the gold zipperhead. �After you zip up these boots, I�m going to shrink you. I�m going to make you into another red stain like the one on the floor�.
The slave nervously zipped the boot closed and Laura ran her hand along the smooth black leather shaft. �These feel good. I�ll tell you what, little man. Why don�t you curl up in a little ball and get ready to die now?� The man quickly obeyed, falling at Laura�s feet and curling up. The Goddess lowered the boot so its sole pressed flat on the side of the slave�s face. She slid the side of the heel so it touched his worthless lips.
Lilly was smiling nearby and called for another slave to come out. This new one grovelled automatically at Laura�s feet, right next to the curled-up one. �I can help you with the other boot, Goddess...,� it stammered. �Just stay there on the floor, slave�. Laura reached down and pulled the other boot out of the box and easily slid her foot inside. She stood it on the floor and twisted her foot until she had a good fit, then slowly zippered up the long, leather shaft. �I just want to see you two die�.
The one who was curled up under the first boot made a whimpering sound. Laura laughed and shrunk him so that he wound up a little pink speck of helpless nothing, crawling on the floor under the shadow of the bootsole. �Don�t cry, little man. You get to be a stain�. The slave stared up at the tread of the bootsole. It was perfectly clean and spotless. Thin lines that would oneday be filled with ground-in dirt, pebbles and slave-guts. He squirmed helplessly, ready to die.
Laura hovered the sole over the little man for a few seconds, then rested it ever-so-lightly on top of his wriggling body. She liked the way she could feel the small bump twitching through the thick sole. �You get to be the first dead thing under this boot� ,� she commented as she pressed the small bump until it softened into paste. She lifted the sole up and saw beads of pink jelly stretching from the sole to the floor.
The other slave took some initiative and leaned over to lick the toe of Laura�s other boot. She smiled and lifted that sole so the slave to get his tongue underneath. Then she put the sole with the squished jelly clinging to it on top of that slave�s face as he was licking. She wiped the traces of goo off on his cheek.
�These slaves are pretty well trained�, mused Laura as she wiped the goo from her sole. Lilly came over. �Some of them are. Most of them are just for crushing�. Lilly�s navy blue leather go-go boots suddenly caught Laura�s attention. They were very funky and kind of sexy. �I really like those,� Laura nodded and Lilly understood. �These are my favorite. They get a lot of use, though....� Lilly rested one of the boots on its heavy stacked heel and let Laura catch a glimpse of the somewhat worn leather sole. There was an intricate pattern of mish-mashed colors, browns, tans and blacks. Endless layers of splotches and smears, mud and mush, dead bodies and squished guts.
The slave who was licking the tread of Laura�s boot saw Lilly lift her go-go boot and crawled over towards it excitedly. �How dare you leave her sole!� scolded Lilly, but the slave couldn�t help himself. He was trying to lick the worn bottom of the blue go-go boot. Lilly simply shrunk him and smashed his soft body under the sole, making a splash of red and pink mush. The liquid trickled out from under her blue leather-covered toe. �I�m really sorry,� she said sweetly to Laura, �I�ll get you some more men�.
�That�s okay. I think I�ll take these now�. Laura stood up in her new boots, walking around in them as Lilly wiped the goo from her sole on the floor. �But, you know, they are kind of tight. Maybe I�m just not used to boots�. �The leather will stretch after you�ve worn them a bit�.
Laura sat back down and unzipped both boots. She slid her feet out with some difficulty. Even though the shafts had the zippers, the insoles were still tight. �I could give you some pads for the insoles, or you could use slaves�.
�Slaves?�
�Oh, slaves are great for the insides of new boots. Come on, I�ll show you...� Laura followed Lilly back through the store, carrying her new boots by the tops of the shafts.
Lilly led Laura to the backroom entrance. She let Laura peer inside. The backroom�s walls were lined with shelves filled with shoeboxes. In the center of the room were about two dozen full-size slaves, huddled together, waiting for their turn to be called to the the floor.
�Go in and take your time. You can use their guts to help slide your feet in. And those boots are fully-lined, so don�t worry about ruining them. There�s plenty more slaves, so kill as many as you want�.
Lilly left and went back to the register. Laura walked into the backroom in her bare feet, carrying her boots. She sat on a stool and smiled at the obviously nervous slaves. They crawled towards her and soon surrounded her. Laura gently ran her hand through one of the men�s hair as she dropped her unzippered boots to the floor. The sound of the heavy heels clunking on the hard floor made the men moan with desire. The unzipped shafts splayed out to the sides. �These boots are a little tight, so I�m going to use your bodies to make slipping them on easier. Are you little men ready die so I can slip my boots on?�
The slaves moaned some more and one of them dared speak. �There�s more of us in those boxes there, if you need more...� The worm was pointing to a row of shoeboxes on the bottom shelf nearby. �Oh, I�m sure I�ll need a lot more. But we�ll start with what�s here�.
The slaves started begging to be shrunk. The ones closest to Laura bent down to sniff and lick the black boots. Since the boots were unzippered, the men could see the labels on the insoles. They were white labels with the name Nine West on them. Laura shrunk about half of the men and started picking them up with her fingers and dropping them into the insole of the left boot. She chuckled at the sight of the little pink things squirming all over the Nine West label. Some of them squirmed down the slope of the insole towards the toe, disappearing into darkness. Others stayed near the back of the ankle. She realized that she need a lot more just to cover the one insole, so she shrunk the rest of the men and dropped them all in with the others.
Laura looked down at the little mass of crawling bodies all over the tan leather insole. Most of them seemed obsessed with the Nine West label, so she used a fingertip to try and prod some of them away from it, and spread them out more evenly. When she was satisfied, Laura raised her left foot and eased it into the boot, down into the insole. As soon as she felt the first few bodies squish under the arch of her foot, she squealed. She tried to be slow as she slid her toes down the insole, into the tight leather. She could feel lots of soft bodies smearing under her toes as she slid them in deeper. The soft guts made her toes slide in easier than she expected. There were so many men being crushed under her toes and arch, it was like a thin layer of mush. She was able to slip her ankle in easily too, using the squashing bodies stuck there. When Laura had her foot completely inside the boot, she felt a nice warm liquid under her entire foot.
�Oooh, that felt so good!� She then zippered the boot�s shaft all the way up, loving the fact that two dozen men were now smushed deep inside the bottom of her new boot!
She reached over to the bottom shelf and slid out one of the white boxes the slave had mentioned before. Laura flipped off the lid and saw hundreds of tiny men! The outside of the box said size 8 1/2 Brown. Laura simply tilted the entire box at an angle and poured a steady stream of little pink men from the corner of the box into the unzippered right boot, still on the floor. She poured about fifty or so slaves onto the insole, making sure the leather was completely covered this time. She couldn�t even see the Nine West label.
Laura stopped pouring and put the box on the floor. There were countless little men still left in there! She raised her right foot over the insole and smiled. �One minute you�re trapped in an empty boot-box, the next minute, your crawling along the insole of a woman�s leather boot. It must be so nice to see my foot coming down to slip into this boot, knowing all of your little bodies are going to get squashed, just so I can slip my foot in easier. Go on, little slaves, squish together!�
Laura laughed as she lowered her foot down. This time, the solid carpet of soft flesh was perfect. Her foot simply slid right down, her toes right in, her ankle right back, all cushioned by a layer of helpless, crushing male slaves. The jelly even oozed between her toes, making her giggle. �What a perfect fit!�
Laura was becoming excited. She decided to raise her right boot and rest it across her left knee, then zip up the shaft that way. She grabbed the small zipperhead then had an inspiration. Laura picked the boot-box back up and poured more slaves up and down the length of her bare leg. Many of them fell around her leg into the boot, though many stayed on top. She stopped pouring when most of her leg was covered. She dropped the box haphazardly back on the floor then giggled at the throngs of tiny men crawling all over her lower leg, from her ankle up to her knee!
�You lucky slaves get to help me zip my boot up�, she laughed as she slowly ran the zipperhead along the shaft, closing it up and watching the men disappear within. The bootshaft was already tight enough that a lot of the men were squashed as the zipper closed, pressed against her skin by the leather shaft�s inner lining. Laura was excited by the feeling of growing moisture around her leg. She zipped the shaft all the way up then lowered her boot to the floor, standing it straight up.
She could feel dozens of men falling down the sides of her legs towards her foot. Many of they became mashed as they were caught between Laura�s foot and the inside of the boot. Some of them slipped under the foot and joined the layer of dead mush already there. Some of them worked their way down to her toes and were crushed in those narrow spaces. Some of them were caught against the back of her ankle and smeared into the lining in the back of the boot.
The shaft was tight enough against her leg, that a lot of the trapped slaves were still stuck higher up, pinned by the lining. Laura could feel them like little bumps all over her lower leg. �It�s so easy to kill you,� she said as she ran her fingers around the supple black leather of the boot shaft, squashing the tiny, trapped men as she felt them.