"Please, Angel! My face! You’re crushing my face! My God, I can feel my nose breaking! Please have mercy on me, I beg of you, my darling!" I was terrified to the point of hysteria! Tears were cascading down my face like a waterfall as I lay there pinned - unable to move - on the cold, hard, marble floor of the bathroom. I didn’t care about my broken nose, that was the last thing I was worrying about. I was only moments away from having my entire face and head splattered like a raw egg beneath the soft, bare heel of her magnificent foot and even though I couldn’t have picked a better way to die, I really wanted to live - if only to continue as her plaything. As sick as it may have been, my miniature penis was actually throbbing from the feel of her superb, deceptively soft, bare heel on my face as it anticipated the moment when she would calmly step down into my face as she reached a climax somewhere high above me. The saddest thing of all, however, is that I would be gone forever and would never again be able to gaze at this beautiful creature I had come to love, cherish, worship and adore. Never again would I be able to touch her gorgeous body let alone make love to it.
"My beautiful Goddess, I worship you so much! Please let me live a little while longer to serve you!" I was screeching at the top of my lungs in my tiny little voice. Even though she towered high above me, I knew she could hear me. The only part of her magnificent body I was able to see was the beautiful heel of her bare foot resting very painfully on my immobile, terrified face.
Even though I couldn’t see her lovely face, I could hear her sobbing, "Oh Tony, sweetheart, you know how much I love you! I really do! There’s still a part of me that’s barely keeping me from lowering my foot all the way through your face to the floor. It still wants me to return you to your normal size so you can continue to love and worship me. You really do service me very well, my Darling, but the sadistic side of me has finally reached its limit just as Athena said it would. Now, the single most exciting thing I can do in this world is to mash your head into the floor with my heel and feel it squishing all over the bottom of my bare foot. I really need to do this, Tony! I HAVE to do this! You just can’t possibly know what a fantastic ‘rush’ this is going to be for me! The thrill and excitement of squashing your brains all over the floor knowing that you’re dying a slow and painful death under my foot at the exact moment I reach orgasm is almost too much for me to imagine. I can barely hold myself back. To feel your tiny little insides oozing out from under the sides of my heel - Ooooh, Tony, I just know I’m going to have multiple orgasms as I listen to your dying screams. Even hearing you begging me for your puny, little life is making my panties very moist. I think I can hold out a little while longer so you’ve still got a few more seconds to live, Sweetheart. Besides, I need to be as hot as I can be before I crush your face under my heel. Beg me some more, Dear, and lick my heel with your tiny little tongue! Please don’t hate me, Darling. Try to understand and be happy for me."
CRUSH V - A little more (story 10/25) Saturday, 25-Oct-97 18:17:13
"Put my shoes down by the bed," Angel said. "One of them will serve as your bed for the night. Tony put the shoes down as instructed and before he knew what was happening he noticed Angel blink and he began to shrink until he was only 5 inches tall. He was just a touch shorter than one of her glorious, size 5 and a half feet. As he stared up at the beautiful amazon that towered above him, he stood in awe as she raised her right foot and kicked him senseless. The collision with the beautiful nyloned foot against his body knocked Tony flat on his back and then her lovely foot descended upon him crushing his face and body beneath it. Angel laughed at the sight of the little man’s arms and legs sticking out from under her foot. She couldn’t resist the urge to twist the ball of her foot back and forth on him as though she were grinding out a cigarette. It made her feel good to crush the life out of a man with her stockinged foot. Tony silently screamed into the bottom of her foot as the soft nylon twisted about on what used to be his face and body. There was only a black void left for Tony. Angel then continued on into the bathroom to clean pieces of Tony out of her stocking. As she did so, she shifted all of her weight to the ball of the foot that was mashing Tony’s lifeless form pressing his remains deep into the pile of the carpet. Of course she could have blinked her foot clean, but Angel was growing more and more sadistic each minute and she really wanted to study the remains on the bottom of her foot as she washed them down the drain.
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