Crush Scene

The bars of your cage are cold and grimey, and the room is as dark as it is silent. Every time you inhale you can smell the strong scent of your giant's semen, thick on your unwashed skin. You've learnt not to speak to the other slaves, or to try resisting when your master enters the room and clutches you in his clumsy hand. You just lie as limp as a ragdoll while he beats you with his beastly dick, finally squirting a new torrent of sticky, potent splooge all over your helpless little face and staying to watch it drip into your mouth as a low, growling chuckle builds deep in his throat.

How long has it been? A week? Two weeks, since you took that dark alley as a short cut late one night and bumped into that faceless man, his solid build towering over you, his face invisible behind his coat collar and low hat? The only thing that signalled there was a face at all behind that menacing facade was the stench of his bad breath as he lifted you high in the air by the scruff of your shirt and jammed his syringe into your gut, changing you forever as the mysterious liquid burned through your veins and blurred your vision.

Today (or tonight? You haven't seen daylight in too long..) the door of your giant's play room creaks open and you hear the stairs whine as heavy footsteps slowly descend down, into the pit of doom that you now call home. Not a single tiny man dares to breathe as a giant shadow moves over their cage and huge, bare feet stamp importantly on the concrete outside. The tiny cage door swings open, flicked by your giant's big toe. And in a low, authoritive voice I command: "Show yourselves, my little pets. It's playtime.."

Your legs stiff with fear and dread, you all file out one-by-one. My strong, proud silhouette towers over you as you gather at my feet, each praying you won't be that unlucky one today. I stretch my bare toes on the cool concrete floor, cracking their knuckles menacingly. "Mmm, so many scrawny little foot toys at my disposal. Who's going to have the pleasure of falling under Master's sole tonight, little ones? ..Any volunteers?" You can practically feel my feet itching for that horrible, thrilling crunch underneath their weight; the pleasure of a grown man's pitiful squeaks for mercy being snuffed out in the time it takes to lift my godly ankle into the air and press down. Your throat is dry and your fingers are numb as you stand there and wait..

Suddenly, I bash my giant, bare foot down onto the ground next to you, chuckling at the way your knees weaken and your whole body convulses in terror. After the ground stops trembling beneath you and you regain your balance, your nerves finally get the better of you and you run in terror. A stupid mistake, you know, but isn't it just what your master wants you to do?

I walk slowly behind you as you run, laughing as each of my epic footsteps rattl your world and make your little heart pound faster. The other tinies look on in pity as I easily catch up to you, and toss you onto your belly with a single flip of my gigantic, muscular foot.

I slam my flat sole down on your back and press down on you bit-by-bit, feeling your bones creaking under the pressure, ignoring your desperate grunts of fear. I could extinguish you like a bug here and now, but where would the fun be in that? I want to feel your strength diminish slowly, as fear and humiliation transform you from a man to a clump of dirt under your god's powerful foot.

I flip you onto your back with a flick of my beefy big toe and curl my huge toes around your neck, so that your little face is mashed into the thick skin between them. I can feel your tiny tongue licking frantically, and it makes me utte a deep, gleeful laugh that resounds from my belly to the ears of every tiny slave in my dungeon. Maybe you're doing this to beg for my pity, or maybe you're worshipping me out of sheer awe and respect. At your size, a giant like me must look like God Himself!

I chuckle at the slippery feeling between my toes that your tongue is making, then press down with my heel. 'Snap' goes your right leg. I don't like the way you howl in pain - It's annoying, so I jam your face into the ground by easily pressing my BIG toe down on your face.. Ahh, that's better. Now you're quiet, just like a little bug should be, while your legs are ground and flattened beneath my enormous mass.

I move my heel over your groin and let it sit there for a while. I feel something miniscule flatten under my heavy heel - Could it be that pathetic little joke you used to call your manhood? I couldn't care less. As far as I'm concerned, the only cock in this room is hanging thick and full between my godly, masculine legs.

After a few excruciating seconds for you, your pelvis gives way suddenly and crumbles under the huge weight of my foot. I slide my foot down so I can place the front pads on your chest and squash your torso slowly, listening as each and every bone breaks and turns to dust underneath my immense power. My heel is in the air, making my toes wrinkle as I press the front of my foot down, and I twist left and right, thoroughly flattening what's left of your tiny, insignificant body.

Last of all, my big toe covers your contorted little face and with the tiniest movement - The knuckle barely flexes - There's a 'pop', and a colourful squirt as your head squishes beneath the almighty toe. "Ahh.." I take a second to relish the raw power that surges through my body the moment you officially become slime beneath my feet.

Lazily, feeling drunk on satisfaction, I lift my clean foot and kick the empty cage. It clatters noisily, causing the silent group of slaves standing by to jump and cry in terror. I laugh to myself, pointing to each of my tiny foot toys: "You, you and you wipe up this mess. You and you can scrub this shit off my foot. And you.. Well, you may aswell enjoy yourself. You've got a BIG night ahead of ya.."