[Original Author: pressure]

Fighting gravity and her own instincts, Katya pressed herself against the sandy foot that hung overhead. The oppressive sole left only enough room between itself and the hot sand that the poor girl had no other choice but to lie on her back. Straining her spine, she plants kiss after kiss on the salty flesh. Her lips passionately press against his foot, the leathery skin giving slightly to her efforts. It was the last place she wanted to be. Her self-preservation instinct was screaming at her to flee, begging her to get out from beneath this man's lethal step. But she knew that if she did, it would likely be her last mistake.

She kissed and rubbed, trying desperately to provide any feeling of comfort to the man above her. A man who only moments ago mashed her body into the earth like a piece of chewing gum. Her trembling hands massaged the rough, sandy skin. Katya tried to calm her breathing and control her shaking, but found she could do neither. She was incensed. It just wasn't right. She was a person just like everybody else. How could someone so callously reduce her to this? As she continued to kiss the sole, her head swam with impotent, fiery rage.

That rage was soon snuffed out. Without warning, the massive toes began pressing Katya's aching body back down into the sand. Slowly. She was breaking down in hysterics. Tears flowed freely as she felt the pressure of the man's heavy foot resting on top of her, sealing her against the sand. Was it not enough? Did he want more? She could give him more. Running out of time, Katya kissed with a renewed fervor. There was no reaction. All the pain and humiliation... Was she so small that he truly couldn't feel her at all?

He began actively pressing down. The ball of his foot pushed what little air she had left from her lungs. She was no longer thinking straight, or really at all. Her self-preservation instinct was no longer possible to ignore, but to Katya's horror, it was now compelling her to stick out her tongue.

Completely pinned beneath the man's foot, her movement had been restricted to squirming and licking. Her last desperate attempt to earn her freedom was with several desperate licks to the smothering sole. With the last of her strength, Katya wedged her head between the gap between his big and second toe. Ignoring the dirt and seasalt, she drags her tongue over and over against the sensitive flesh...