Trapped for a Joyride
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
While he was far from being even remotely atheletic Lelouch managed to run his way to the very end of C.C.'s boot; which, given the unstable and constantly moving terrain, was quite a feat. If C.C.'s boots were loose in anyway possible he would have at least some space between him and the toes of the goddess. Nothing left to do but watch and wait; above C.C.'s foot was coming in quick, making the cavern of her boot grow darker with each inch. All that remained of light was the faint edges of C.C.'s boot's opening, whether or not that would last Lelouch would soon find out. It was just light enough to see C.C.'s foot in detail, a sight that would render everyone to at least be stunned. And yet...Lelouch found himself experiencing more than that. He was stunned and even slightly scared to be sure; but two things made him feel different than expected. First off was the fact he was incapable of dying, and as such the colossal mountain that was C.C. was no real threat. And second, Lelouch seemed to notice how well kept C.C.'s feet were.
It truly is odd how in the face of what would normally be considered imminent demise what crosses people's minds, what they think of, what they notice, their memories, all sorts of unusual things come to mind. In this case, Lelouch noticed just how much work C.C. put into her feet. He never really put thought into it but when Lelouch honestly tried; he could not remember one time he saw C.C. tending to her feet. And yet, before him he saw that they were clean, well kept, and soft as can be. The only flaws were some dirt specks with C.C. got from toying with him mere moments ago and the odd abundance of sweat (Which given C.C.'s love for these boots barefoot, wasn't odd at all.) The toes didn't have too much between them, the nails were nice and evenly trimmed, if he were normal sized Lelouch might have actually found the luscious soles appealing to some minor extent, even if only because it showed a sliver of self respect. With each closing inch Lelouch thought about it, until it finally came before him; the harbinger of death that was C.C.'s foot.
With it mere inches away Lelouch realized something in dismay, there wasn't any spare room in C.C.'s boot, he had only guaranteed he would be beneath the toes of the giantess. He wasn't a man who took being beat lightly, but Lelouch accepted that C.C. had won this round, even if only due to her immense advantage. He crouched down against the moist insole and awaited his fate, laying face up towards it. C.C.'s toes seemed eager to toy with Lelouch as if he were a bug, and at that moment they got their wish. C.C.'s foot finally slid all the way in, and her big toe was rubbing Lelouch deeper into the vastness of her sweaty insole.
Miles and miles above C.C. was clearly letting out a victorious chuckle as her toe rubbed against her shrunken slave. "Nice try Lelouch but I've been alive for the better half of the Millennia; I've found a pair of boots that fit perfectly. Not so much as one little loose spot to be found. All you did was ensure you would get to know my toes." She scrunched her toes, feeling Lelouch get squeezed further by it. "I doubt I can imagine what you must be feeling but allow me to offer you a sort of sanctuary. I will stand still long enough for you to climb your way under my toenail. However you have to earn your right to enjoy luxury away from my soles. I will settle for a few kisses for now, if you don't then I'll go ahead and do what I desire while you suffer the full force of my feet. Either way is fine with me of course. Now...choose." C.C.'s voice was an interesting mixture of her usual monotone emotionless speech and clear sadistic pleasure being drawn from Lelouch at her mercy. A potent combination to be sure.
Beneath the arch of C.C.'s toe Lelouch cursed; "She's a shrewd one..." Obviously hiding beneath C.C's toenail would save Lelouch a lot of trouble albeit at the cost of extreme humiliation. But the cost for doing so was the real trick, C.C. knew full well Lelouch never gave up without a fight, if he had done as she had asked it would have tipped her off to his plan. And no doubt she would definitely try to break him then and there through tortures too extreme to comprehend. But fortune was on Lelouch's side (To an extent) in that he figured this out, he stubbornly sat still in his place at C.C.'s toe arch without budging an inch. Doing nothing would doom him to what could be a day under her sweaty foot, but doing something could ruin Lelouch for life. It was a simple choice.
Lelouch (Accurately) imagined C.C. smiling mere moments after he froze up, "Very well. If you want to suffer far be it for me to take that away from you. Just know I offered you solace." The giantess rose her foot and took the first of many steps. Literally shaking Lelouch's world to the core the young Prince felt gravity no longer in effect as his miniscule body was uplifted against C.C.'s toe whilst C.C. rose her foot. And equally effective was the downward motion, which threw Lelouch against the insole and instantly get crushed beneath the toe as she pushed her foot up yet again. Lelouch gritted his teeth as grunts of pain forcefully escaped; he could feel his bones shattering and organs crushing into dust and yet; Lelouch didn't feel anything remotely like death coming.
"D-Damn W-Witch! The former Emperor couldn't even properly think those two words without stuttering; let alone do what he had hoped and drift his mind away from the harsh reality of events. Now that he was actually experiencing them...it was clear that was NOT happening. He would have to suffer what would feel like an eternity enduring the highest levels of pain, and then the next minute will start. Meanwhile C.C. was getting off on the suffering Lelouch endured.
An idea crossed the little genius' mind at that moment; exactly where was C.C. going to go? Simply wandering would suit her but it was possible that during his time unconcious C.C. had gotten a job for money (Pizza) or food (Pizza) was running low and she needed to buy some. The latter sounded like work, which didn't sound like C.C. And there always was the possibility C.C. would visit some friends. Lelouch may have been considered dead but she wasn't. Lelouch shuddered as he recalled every woman he knew; by the end of his campaign as Emperor the names ranged from people like Kallen to soldiers like Villetta and Cecile to world renowned like Cornelia and Anya...And C.C. would have no problem whatsoever in manipulating any of them against Lelouch if she wanted. God he hoped she wouldn't visit anyone. All the while he panicked she playfully started to hum and develop a rhythm in her step.
Today would be the start of an...interesting life for the two...
It truly is odd how in the face of what would normally be considered imminent demise what crosses people's minds, what they think of, what they notice, their memories, all sorts of unusual things come to mind. In this case, Lelouch noticed just how much work C.C. put into her feet. He never really put thought into it but when Lelouch honestly tried; he could not remember one time he saw C.C. tending to her feet. And yet, before him he saw that they were clean, well kept, and soft as can be. The only flaws were some dirt specks with C.C. got from toying with him mere moments ago and the odd abundance of sweat (Which given C.C.'s love for these boots barefoot, wasn't odd at all.) The toes didn't have too much between them, the nails were nice and evenly trimmed, if he were normal sized Lelouch might have actually found the luscious soles appealing to some minor extent, even if only because it showed a sliver of self respect. With each closing inch Lelouch thought about it, until it finally came before him; the harbinger of death that was C.C.'s foot.
With it mere inches away Lelouch realized something in dismay, there wasn't any spare room in C.C.'s boot, he had only guaranteed he would be beneath the toes of the giantess. He wasn't a man who took being beat lightly, but Lelouch accepted that C.C. had won this round, even if only due to her immense advantage. He crouched down against the moist insole and awaited his fate, laying face up towards it. C.C.'s toes seemed eager to toy with Lelouch as if he were a bug, and at that moment they got their wish. C.C.'s foot finally slid all the way in, and her big toe was rubbing Lelouch deeper into the vastness of her sweaty insole.
Miles and miles above C.C. was clearly letting out a victorious chuckle as her toe rubbed against her shrunken slave. "Nice try Lelouch but I've been alive for the better half of the Millennia; I've found a pair of boots that fit perfectly. Not so much as one little loose spot to be found. All you did was ensure you would get to know my toes." She scrunched her toes, feeling Lelouch get squeezed further by it. "I doubt I can imagine what you must be feeling but allow me to offer you a sort of sanctuary. I will stand still long enough for you to climb your way under my toenail. However you have to earn your right to enjoy luxury away from my soles. I will settle for a few kisses for now, if you don't then I'll go ahead and do what I desire while you suffer the full force of my feet. Either way is fine with me of course. Now...choose." C.C.'s voice was an interesting mixture of her usual monotone emotionless speech and clear sadistic pleasure being drawn from Lelouch at her mercy. A potent combination to be sure.
Beneath the arch of C.C.'s toe Lelouch cursed; "She's a shrewd one..." Obviously hiding beneath C.C's toenail would save Lelouch a lot of trouble albeit at the cost of extreme humiliation. But the cost for doing so was the real trick, C.C. knew full well Lelouch never gave up without a fight, if he had done as she had asked it would have tipped her off to his plan. And no doubt she would definitely try to break him then and there through tortures too extreme to comprehend. But fortune was on Lelouch's side (To an extent) in that he figured this out, he stubbornly sat still in his place at C.C.'s toe arch without budging an inch. Doing nothing would doom him to what could be a day under her sweaty foot, but doing something could ruin Lelouch for life. It was a simple choice.
Lelouch (Accurately) imagined C.C. smiling mere moments after he froze up, "Very well. If you want to suffer far be it for me to take that away from you. Just know I offered you solace." The giantess rose her foot and took the first of many steps. Literally shaking Lelouch's world to the core the young Prince felt gravity no longer in effect as his miniscule body was uplifted against C.C.'s toe whilst C.C. rose her foot. And equally effective was the downward motion, which threw Lelouch against the insole and instantly get crushed beneath the toe as she pushed her foot up yet again. Lelouch gritted his teeth as grunts of pain forcefully escaped; he could feel his bones shattering and organs crushing into dust and yet; Lelouch didn't feel anything remotely like death coming.
"D-Damn W-Witch! The former Emperor couldn't even properly think those two words without stuttering; let alone do what he had hoped and drift his mind away from the harsh reality of events. Now that he was actually experiencing them...it was clear that was NOT happening. He would have to suffer what would feel like an eternity enduring the highest levels of pain, and then the next minute will start. Meanwhile C.C. was getting off on the suffering Lelouch endured.
An idea crossed the little genius' mind at that moment; exactly where was C.C. going to go? Simply wandering would suit her but it was possible that during his time unconcious C.C. had gotten a job for money (Pizza) or food (Pizza) was running low and she needed to buy some. The latter sounded like work, which didn't sound like C.C. And there always was the possibility C.C. would visit some friends. Lelouch may have been considered dead but she wasn't. Lelouch shuddered as he recalled every woman he knew; by the end of his campaign as Emperor the names ranged from people like Kallen to soldiers like Villetta and Cecile to world renowned like Cornelia and Anya...And C.C. would have no problem whatsoever in manipulating any of them against Lelouch if she wanted. God he hoped she wouldn't visit anyone. All the while he panicked she playfully started to hum and develop a rhythm in her step.
Today would be the start of an...interesting life for the two...
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March 13, 2025
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