Sizekink Quickies - The Dark Side by AurumDistant

You wake up with a start. Something's wrong. You're not in your bed. You're not even in your room. You sit up with a sudden surge of adrenaline - well, you try, but immediately mash your face into something warm and ridged, but yielding. And then, abruptly, you can't move at all as a firm pressure pushes down over your entire body, pinning your limbs in place and forcing your neck into an awkward, painful position. A painfully loud voice comes from above: "Ah, good, you're awake. I've been waiting!"

A little light suddenly filters down to you, and even in the dimness you realize with shock and fear what you're looking at - the underside of someone's big toe. The little toes must be curled around your body, hence the immobilizing pressure. "No, you don't know me, and I don't care who you are. You're just the girl whose house I picked to break into and get my next rush. You will help with that, naturally.~ You should feel... well, not honored, considering. But hey, I thought you were cute. That counts for something, right?" Feminine laughter filters down from high above. She must be a young woman, in her early 20s at the most by the sound of it.

"So here's how this works: You're in my stocking at the moment - you've probably figured that out - and about two inches tall. About the size of a cigarette or something, so you can picture it. Now, picture what's going to happen in the next minute or so - I'm going to stand up, lift my foot, and slooooooowly bring it back down on the edge of my nightstand. You... you are going to go squish and ohhhh, it's going to feel good. For me, I mean. Mmf. You really have no idea. The rush, the thrill... thinking of you down there, struggling and begging, totally helpless... and I decide what happens to you. I'm already wet just thinking about it!"

You try to protest but those massive toes just curl and squeeze you again, crushing the air out of your lungs and leaving you light-headed. A sharp pain in your side suggests a bruised or broken rib or two, just from that squeeze. “Ah-ah! I already said, I don't care about you. Don't bother trying to beg, it won't work. Mmmn, but hey, if your struggling gets me off before you go squish, maybe I'll let you go! How about that?~” The girl laughs and blows a dainty little kiss down to you. She's not going to let you go. She's going to make sure you pop between her toes. But she hopes you'll struggle more for her if she tells you there's a chance.

One hand under her shirt, playing with a very hard nipple as she talks to you, the girl steadies herself with her free hand and slowly stands up, keeping ‘your’ foot in the air. "Well... it's been fun. Better squirm harder, because... ten seconds left!" The motion almost makes you sick. Well the motion plus the fear. You feel like you're falling, and you can't see very well, and your brain doesn't like it. What you -can- see through the dark fabric is the sharp, flat corner of the nightstand, below you. “...five... <3”

The foot rises slightly, as she wiggles her toes to re-position you properly up against the bulk of her feet, behind her toes themselves. “Four.” The foot lowers now, still slow and deliberate, your squirming doing nothing to stop the descent - though it's leaving your tormentor panting lustily for breath. “Three...” The foot touches down, gently, pinning you once more. There is a slight rocking motion, as your captor's hips begin to roll, arousal driving her hand down her front to her nether lips for more... aggressive... playing. “Two...”

You're crying by now, weeping in pain and frustration, mostly because you have no air with which to scream. The pressure begins to build. Your arms are slowly compressed to folding position over your chest. Your right leg twists at an odd angle and there's no room to re-position it... the pressure builds and builds, and –SNAP-, your leg is facing backwards, pulled out of your hip by the unyielding force of some girl's dainty foot. “One. Goodbye, hon! <3” And then she lowers more of her weight onto you... and slowly twiiiiists her ankle at the same time, thoroughly grinding you between foot and furniture. You have just enough time to feel your bones breaking, your skull crunching, and then nothing. You're pulverized, a red puddle pressed into the lines of her toe-prints and dripping through her stocking fabric, slightly.

The girl shudders and moans, climaxing in parallel to your death - and because of it. She continues the grinding motion with her foot until she finishes, aftershocks and all. Finally, she falls back onto her bed with a happy sigh, basking in the tingling pleasure for a while. She dozes off - she can toss her stockings in the wash after her nap, to remove the stain. It's dark-colored anyway, so it won't be bad, and blood isn’t usually too hard to get out.