Into Trish's Shoe
Cheating Death
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
"Back in the days of old, there was a way that devotion and worship was given, by bowing before them, at their feet to acknowledge them as the deities they were." Trish's voice was both arrogant and quite firm, showing little Luke that she was quite serious and reveling in her power, it perhaps going to her head a bit. This young woman who couldn't help but showcase a grin on her face, mouth opening up to showcase teeth which to him could easily crush skyscrapers between them. Luke, the once proud, and to a lesser degree of arrogant to this girl, daredevil that he once claimed to be, was simply put defeated. He couldn't look up with that confident smile, he couldn't challenge her to anything. The power she held over him, her fingertip within itself a large city to him, her face the entirety of her sky, and he couldn't even see anything aside her eye as she held him close. He nearly too minute to even be seen by her.
The way that she chuckled, both shook him physically and mentally, leaving him to wonder just what was on this devious punk's mind, knowing that it was far from good. "Unfortunately, I doubt very much I could see you on the ground before me." She would only scoff, laughing at just how small and powerless he was before her. "For very fuckin' pathetic." It really was a miracle that he didn't reduce based off of these verbal insults which she continued to throw at him. Although, judging by how much power her voice had on him now, if he got much smaller, it may very well come to that point, where even the rumble of her voice could make him smaller. Wasn't that a thought, merely the act of speaking would put enough strain to shrink him further, it one which Luke would have to shake from his head to try and not think about it, not wanting to feel any lower than what she already made him feel.
"I suppose what needs to be done, so that even someone as miserable as you can show the proper respect to someone like me, you're Goddess. You'll just have to spend some time under the feet which you can no longer bow before." Licking her lips, Trish would hungrily eye her victim up. She feeling her heart race at the thought, once more feeling those feelings, those desires to have everyone this powerless before her. How very much such she wanted, no demanded for it to become a reality. Yet alas, this would not happen, causing a tinge of anger to well up inside her, causing a bitter feelings which would only be remedied by abusing her power over this one minute speck. "Oh I'm goin' to enjoy this, hope you like my feet bug boy, then again, who fuckin' cares. You're too small to have an opinion anyways." She would only laugh at this sentence as she lifted her right foot up behind her, taking her foot into her free hand to that she could remove this piece of footwear. Her old beaten up DC's which had seen many years of use and collected a lot of sweat.
Of course, her actions to Luke were simply invisible as these things may have just been happening on another planet to him, but if he could have seen her face. He would have seen her make a mock face of disgust as she ripped her shoe off, as if being hit with something she didn't like. "Man, smell that you little insect? It smells like your new home already, time to move in and get on with the worship." Without much else to say, having surely broken this man down mentally with her words alone. Trish would simply move her finger for the opening of the shoe, being careful to not simply drop him in, not wanting him to reduce any further until she grew tired of him at this size. Very slowly and gently, she would lower her finger to the sole of her shoe, even to her, a sole which was damp to the touch from her days use of these sneakers. The worn number neat the heel practically blurred out, her socks stained with the coloring of the fabric. Of course, even with her gentle care, things were not any more of a cake walk for Luke.
Even before he had gotten remotely close to those shoes, his nostrils would be assaulted with the smell, his body hit with the built up heat from Trish's use. Closer and closer he would get and these things would only get worse, it not being until he passed through the opening of the shoe. He being lowered into the dark abyss that he would also be hit with the moisture from inside, her sweat which lingered in the air. So thick, and musky that he swore he would simply suffocate then and there. His vision would blur, his mind would fog, he wouldn't even remember being rolled off her fingertip, he lying a coughing and wheezing fit on the sole of her shoe. His skin beginning to burn as if he were in an oven. It wouldn't be too much longer before a shadow overtook him, something blocking out the light from the mouth of that shoe. Having little choice, he would turn his attention from his weakening form up to see?
The way that she chuckled, both shook him physically and mentally, leaving him to wonder just what was on this devious punk's mind, knowing that it was far from good. "Unfortunately, I doubt very much I could see you on the ground before me." She would only scoff, laughing at just how small and powerless he was before her. "For very fuckin' pathetic." It really was a miracle that he didn't reduce based off of these verbal insults which she continued to throw at him. Although, judging by how much power her voice had on him now, if he got much smaller, it may very well come to that point, where even the rumble of her voice could make him smaller. Wasn't that a thought, merely the act of speaking would put enough strain to shrink him further, it one which Luke would have to shake from his head to try and not think about it, not wanting to feel any lower than what she already made him feel.
"I suppose what needs to be done, so that even someone as miserable as you can show the proper respect to someone like me, you're Goddess. You'll just have to spend some time under the feet which you can no longer bow before." Licking her lips, Trish would hungrily eye her victim up. She feeling her heart race at the thought, once more feeling those feelings, those desires to have everyone this powerless before her. How very much such she wanted, no demanded for it to become a reality. Yet alas, this would not happen, causing a tinge of anger to well up inside her, causing a bitter feelings which would only be remedied by abusing her power over this one minute speck. "Oh I'm goin' to enjoy this, hope you like my feet bug boy, then again, who fuckin' cares. You're too small to have an opinion anyways." She would only laugh at this sentence as she lifted her right foot up behind her, taking her foot into her free hand to that she could remove this piece of footwear. Her old beaten up DC's which had seen many years of use and collected a lot of sweat.
Of course, her actions to Luke were simply invisible as these things may have just been happening on another planet to him, but if he could have seen her face. He would have seen her make a mock face of disgust as she ripped her shoe off, as if being hit with something she didn't like. "Man, smell that you little insect? It smells like your new home already, time to move in and get on with the worship." Without much else to say, having surely broken this man down mentally with her words alone. Trish would simply move her finger for the opening of the shoe, being careful to not simply drop him in, not wanting him to reduce any further until she grew tired of him at this size. Very slowly and gently, she would lower her finger to the sole of her shoe, even to her, a sole which was damp to the touch from her days use of these sneakers. The worn number neat the heel practically blurred out, her socks stained with the coloring of the fabric. Of course, even with her gentle care, things were not any more of a cake walk for Luke.
Even before he had gotten remotely close to those shoes, his nostrils would be assaulted with the smell, his body hit with the built up heat from Trish's use. Closer and closer he would get and these things would only get worse, it not being until he passed through the opening of the shoe. He being lowered into the dark abyss that he would also be hit with the moisture from inside, her sweat which lingered in the air. So thick, and musky that he swore he would simply suffocate then and there. His vision would blur, his mind would fog, he wouldn't even remember being rolled off her fingertip, he lying a coughing and wheezing fit on the sole of her shoe. His skin beginning to burn as if he were in an oven. It wouldn't be too much longer before a shadow overtook him, something blocking out the light from the mouth of that shoe. Having little choice, he would turn his attention from his weakening form up to see?
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March 13, 2025
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