(Hurray 1000 chapters!)

Lelouch didn’t hesitate, lest he’d be shrunken again. He ran to the monolithic structures and began to appease them with his tongue, licking into toe-prints he could crawl in. Each toe would take hours to worship, let alone the entire foot, but Kallen still watched eagerly like it would only take a second. To the side C.C. watched as well, clearly amused at seeing her slave worship another woman. The taste was salty, with a layer of sweat over all of Kallen’s feet. It quickly dried out Lelouch’s mouth but he continued out of fear Kallen would do well on her threat. Each second dragged painfully on as Lelouch licked a piece of foot, then licked another. It took ten minutes before he finished one area, and even then he had to crawl into Kallen’s toe-print to make sure he did a proper job, and to escape the watchful eyes of his Goddesses. All around Lelouch was toe, not foot, but a single toe. Even for a big toe it was simply ridiculous. It stretched close to a hundred feet wide, and definitely over a hundred feet tall. And that wasn’t counting the bottom of her toe that rested on the ground! Regardless, Lelouch continued to lick, even though there was no end in sight.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed; in fact, Lelouch was beginning to question his own mind right now. Everywhere it looked the same, a huge terrain of toe he had to lick. Even if he got to the edge he had to go up to the next line in the print and repeat. He started off humiliated and embarrassed, but now all Lelouch thought of was the next lick, where to go. In the back of his mind he imagined Kallen’s reaction, thanking him for his good job. Or maybe a simple nod. Anything to show that this eternity of painfully slow foot worship was worth something. Earlier he was confident he could outlast C.C. and gain his freedom one day, but if she could adjust his size and make each hell constantly worse, it seemed like a futile effort.

Goddess Kallen and C.C. above eventually stopped watching and took to talking, largely catching up but they also spent a lengthy bit of time developing new ideas for Lelouch. There were too many to keep up with, each sounding worse than the last. But at this point anything would be better than continuing to worship Kallen’s big toe. Just to change things up if anything.

“C.C….How long has Lulu been worshipping my feet?”

C.C. checked a small clock in the corner, “About two hours.”

“And he’s still not past my big toe?”

“Not even close.”

Kallen shook her head, “Should I give him more time? Or should he be punished for a bad job?”

“I say punished. He licked all of my feet in two hours. Smaller or not, taking this long is no excuse.” It was unfair statement, and the smirk C.C. had said she knew it. But Kallen had the same smirk; they just wanted to make Lelouch suffer.

Kallen lifted her foot into the air, letting gravity work the puny Lelouch from one of her toe prints. Lelouch landed with a painful thud that broke his neck, but as before, he revived. He was greeted with Kallen, standing over him with her hands on her hips. Lelouch stopped paying heed to what the two talked about so he hoped for that compliment he desired, that hope was shattered instantly. “I am disappointed in you Lelouch.” Each of Kallen’s toes drummed along the wooden floor, almost like an ominous, booming drum roll. “My first order for you, and not even a hard one. But you waste two hours and not even finish a single toe? That’s just inexcusable. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Lelouch weakly stood, speaking with a voice raspy from all the salty foot sweat. “I’m too small Goddess Kallen! Please just give me more time!”

“Sounds like an excuse to me.” C.C. stood up too, standing opposite of Kallen with her feet behind Lelouch. “If you don’t have a good reason then you’d be better off just apologizing.”

Lelouch began an apology, which Kallen’s much louder voice interrupted. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t accept apologies for pure laziness. You need to be punished.”

Weak and tired, Lelouch fell to his knees, “But Goddess, I tried my best!”

“You’re immortal Lelouch. You could’ve worked til your heart gave out and could’ve kept going, but you didn’t. That is what I call lazy.”

“But how to punish him?” C.C. queried.

“I have an idea.” Kallen frowned down to Lelouch, “Lelouch, beg.”

Even tired and near-broken, Lelouch jumped at the order, “Huh?”

“Beg for me to crush you under my foot.”

Memories of the pain of death resurfaced, Lelouch did not want to relive that. Dying was a hell worse that what he was just doing. But he knew if he did nothing he’d just get crushed anyway, or worse. The shrunken man knelt down, “Please crush me! I deserve it Goddess Kallen!”

Kallen smirked, “I’m not buying it, I said BEG!” She stomped to emphasize her point.

Lelouch reacted without even thinking about it, running on pure fear. “Please Goddess! Step on me and wipe me out like a bug! I deserve it for failing you! Please, I’ll do anything just to have you crush me!” The words were utter insanity; Lelouch realized it. But he was too tired to fight the fear that had enveloped him, grueling hours of tending to Kallen’s feet with no progress at all wore him out to the point he was too tired to fight anything. But remarkably, despite his severe exhaustion he still felt the humiliation of his actions. He was begging at the feet of a teenage girl to be crushed, he was begging for this as if it were a gift. Lelouch couldn’t even imagine what he looked like right now.

“Hmm…I suppose if it’ll make my slave happy…” Kallen raised a foot and stomped as hard as she could. Lelouch died instantly, but it was a level of pain that put his previous deaths to shame. He saw the sweaty sole of his friend loom overhead, then it was nothing but darkness. The darkness faded away, Lelouch opened his eyes to another foot above him…this one paler…C.C.!

BOOM!

She stomped too, showing more leg strength than Kallen. Lelouch practically felt his mind break with the instant of horrendous pain. He awoke again, this time to Kallen’s foot. He was stomped again and soon it became a cycle. Each brief second Lelouch was alive he processed what was going on, the two Goddesses made a game out of crushing him, even laughing as they did so and getting creative with their stomps. Each stomp was an instantaneous hell, worsened with the new methods of crushing Lelouch. And on top of it all…He was just stunned. C.C. was this cruel? Kallen disliked him this much because of what happened? Or maybe they just didn’t see him as a person anymore. At this point Lelouch wondered himself. His mind felt like it was on the brink. Lelouch wanted to give anything for it to stop.

Of course it did, a full ten minutes later once Kallen and C.C.’s legs got tired. Lelouch reformed just in time for a bead of sweat from Kallen’s brow to land on him, threatening to drown him.

“That was a nice workout C.C. We gotta do that again some time!”

“I agree, it was quite fun.”

“What about you Lulu?” Kallen knelt down to the speck-sized Lelouch. “Did you have fun?”

What Lelouch just endured didn’t come close to fun. In fact, words didn’t approach it at all. But he knew anything negative could result in another stomp, one he was sure would just break his mind completely. “Yes Goddess…Thank you for crushing me like I asked.”

“Anytime!” Kallen grinned, petting Lelouch with her finger.

Lelouch stared at the backpack on the couch above him, full with enough stuff to say Kallen was going to be around for a while.