[ torna a sezione storie ] [ torna home giganta ]

"Back at Cindy's, we placed the cage on the table, with thetiny naked professor peering through the bars at his two enormouscaptors.

"Our conversation got round to what the Professor had saidbefore he shrunk, and we got quite animated in caling him everyname under the sun. Moreover, we talked about what completescumbags men are in general.""Well I agree with you there" Angela said, almost shellshocked by the story she was hearing. "What did you decideto do?" "Cindy took a bottle of vodka from a kitchencabinet, two glasses from a cupboard, and a carton of orangejuice from the fridge. After a couple of hours we were beginningto get very drunk, and went to Cindy's bedroom to try on some ofher clothes. We ended up both wearing the sexiest outfits thatshe owned: I had this little black minidress, black stockings,and four inch black patent stiletto shoes. She had on a blackleather mini-skirt, leather jacket, and over the knee blackleather boots, again with four inch heels.

"Having spent most of the evening slagging off the professorand men in general, we thought it was about time we had some fun.We went back into the kitchen and picked up the cage. Theproffessor had fallen asleep and so I shook the cage really hardto wake him up. His tiny body rattled against the side of thecage, and again Cindy started laughing uncontrollably. Then shereminded him of what he had said earlier in the afternoon abouthow rich and powerful he was going to become off the back of allour hard work. She opened the door of the cage an tipped the tinyman onto the table.

He was on his knees, naked and trembling with fear."Now then little man, beg for your life!" The sternnessin Cindy's voice even shocked me to begin with, although I wouldsoon become accustomed to her barking out her orders."The professor began to squirm in front of us as wedrunkenly giggled at his misery. He was clearly trying to pleadfor his life but his lungs and vocal chords were by now so tinythat his little screams were practically inaudible.

"Not good enough Shorty" growled Cindy, and then shepinched him between her thumb and forefinger and placed him downon the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. "In order to extendyour worthless existence, you're going to have to endure the mosthumiliating punishments we can come up with. You can start bygetting on your knees and licking our boots clean". By now,Cindy was really laying it on thick.

"As we both sat on kitchen chairs enjoying our drinks andthe occasional cigarette, the pathetic little professor crawledaround on the tiles, in fear of his life, licking our footwearfor all he was worth. Cindy asked me whether I thought my shoeshad been polished sufficiently well. Out of the corner of my eye,I spied the little man looking up at me with a look of utterdesperation. Callously, I said "certainly not".

"Cindy replied "Neither do I. I think we ought topunish that miserable little toe-rag for it's insubordination."Without another word, she kicked the hapless insect onto his back,and with great relish proceeded to crush one of hismatchsticklike legs under the heel of her boot. As she ground thebroken limb into the floor, we heard a faint scream; the firsttime he had made himself heard.

"Now you can never escape from our clutches!" I criedout in an overly dramatic fashion. We both laughed. There was asurprising amount of blood seeping out onto the tiles, andalthough either of us could have easily cleaned up the mess withone wipe of a kitchen towel, Cindy scolded her helpless victimfor soiling her nice white tiles and ordered him to lick up theremains of his own shattered limb.

"His tiny, miserable limp little body slowly twitched intolife as he tried to drag himself closer to the sharp, pointed toeof Cindy's boot where the worst of the mess was. We both laughedwith glee at our new found power. We watched him struggle on thefloor for at least an hour, his pointless, pitiful efforts givingus immense pleasure. Our minds raced with things that we could doto our new little toy.

"I know," said Cindy, reaching for a kitchen draw. Shepulled out a reel of cotten and snapped off a length of aboutthree feet. She tied one end to the stem of her glass and dangledthe other over the side of the table so that it just aboutreached the floor.

"Now then you grovelling little insect. I want you back inyour cage." Cindy was becoming increasingly domineering. Thepartly crushed creature squirming around in it's own blood at herfeet looked confused by what she had just demanded."Climb up this string and get back in your cage, ...otherwise we are going to take great pleasure in stomping yourpathetic little body to death." Immediately, the Professorbegan trying to drag himself toward the end of the cord.Eventually, and after a considerable amount of laughter on ourpart, he managed to get to it and began to haul himself up; stillin agony from his wound.

"It was at about this point where I really began to getturned on by all this. As I looked down at such a small,insignificant and badly maimed being the size of a small insectdesperately trying to carry out such a ridiculous task just forour amusement, I remembered that this had once been a human being.A person. Somebody capable of intelligent and rational thought. Iknew what must have been going through his mind, the pain, theterror; but also he was at the feet, not to mention the mercy, oftwo beautiful young women dressed up to the nines in the sexiest ofoutfits.

"As he dangled miserably a couple of inches from the floor,Cindy demanded that he climb faster. He tried to comply with herdemands, but simply did not have the strength to climb any higher."Oh you are just SUCH a pathetic little weakling" Cindygrowled at him. "I ought finish you right now." "Sheasked me what I thought we should do to punish him for hisdisobedience. I remembered seeing that Cindy's dog had left anasty mess on the front path, and suggested that it neededcleaning up.

"What a good idea" she responded. She snapped the pieceof cotton at the end tied to the glass, and carried it, with our,by now, absolutely terrified object of derision still clinging toit for dear life, and went outside. It was dark, but an externallight over the front door provided sufficient light.

She dropped the string, professor and all, making sure to hit thehard concrete path, breaking a couple of his ribs in the process.She really wanted to hurt him by this stage. "Stop whingeingyou miserable piece of filth. But then you never were a real manwere you. I spoke to your wife a few weeks ago. Yeah that's right.Turns out she's been having an affair with Doctor James andapparently he's ten times the man you are in the sack. He is veryyoung and good looking actually, and very tall. That's what areal man is, not a puny little tick grovelling down at my feet."We both laughed as he looked up at us, distraught by this furtherhumiliation.

"Now then. You see this pile of shit over by my feet?"The pitiful form nodded. "Something I really hate is gettingdogshit all over my beautiful shoes and boots. You wouldn't wantme soiling my lovely footwear, now would you?" He shook hishead as he looked up at the seemingly enormous mound in front ofhim.

"So you are going to clean this mess up. If it is not clearby the time I get up in the morning, ... well use yourimagination. .... Oh and if you did have any thoughts abouttrying to escape, even with your silly little crushed leg, youcan forget it." She had taken outside with her a small,clear, plastic yet fairly heavy looking box which she carefullyplaced over him and the offending substance.

Basically, he had no chance of moving the box in the condition hewas now in."Now, get eating little man ... bon appetit!" Sheshrieked with laughter as she walked back toward the front door.The little man watched her, and listened to the loud click clackof her heels. He felt crushed, physically and mentally. His wholeworld had been turned upside down by us, a couple of young girlswho he'd had no respect for, and now he was paying the ultimateprice.

"When we got back inside we talked about what he wasthinking: He knew that his only chance of survival was to eatwhat to him was a pile of shit the size of a house. There was noway he could clear up all the mess; it was a hopeless situation.But if he gave up and didn't even try, he'd be thinking that oneof us would no doubt crush him immediately for hisinsubordination. Maybe if he ate as much as possible, and smearedthe rest about, at least it would show willing. He might be ableto beg for his life.

"Even better, if he bought himself enough time, the effectsmight begin to wear off, and he could have his two mockingcaptors thrown in jail. We both laughed out loud; we knew that inall probability, the effects would be permanent, or that ifanything, the shrinking would continue.

"As we were both drunk, Cindy said I should stay the night.I didn't need a second invitation. "Once we were upstairs inher bedroom ready to return her clothes to her wardrobe I noticedthat she had a double bed. I asked her where I was going to sleep,and she just smiled. We both started undressing each other veryslowly. By this time, we were both incredibly turned on by thatevening's events and by each other.

"I asked her what she was thinking. "Oh, just aboutthat little worm we left crushed and bleeding out in the coldeating a big pile of shit" she laughed. Her words didindescribable things to me and I touched myself. We discussed allthe things we had done to him.

"Do you remember the part when I crushed his little leg?"Cindy whispered in my ear. "Oh yeah, you really squished itunder your heel. Did you see his little face, and hear his punylittle screams?" We were so turned on we couln't helpourselves. We were all over each other, making love in a way Ihad never done before. I thought constantly of him left outside,crawling naked through excrement just for our entertainment. Ifantasised about seeing him on his knees in front of Cindy'sboots, begging for his worthless life, and her cruel laughterringing out as she decided it was finally time to end hispathetic existance, using her spike heel first to crush his groin,smashing his tiny genitals, and as he doubled over in pain shetells him he will die in agony. Slowly, slowly pressing down onhim with the sole of her exquisite boot, ... and then, finally,that moment .. the split second as the human insect beneath herfoot is reduced from human being into a pathetic little stain,and the ecstasy of that moment,the power coursing through our veins .... After we had made lovefor several hours, and come many times, I couldn't wait for thenext morning........

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Hang on a sec!"Angela was completeley breathless. She had patiently listened tothe entire story unable to speak because she was so shocked thatit could ever have happened. But she had to get back to work. They would have to meet up again later to continue with the by now intriguing tale of theshrinking solution. They agreed to meet at Michelle's house at 7pmthat evening.

The End.

[ torna a sezione storie ] [ torna home giganta ]