Just as the claw descended and you prepared to make a leap to safety, your foot slid on the plastic egg, turning your leap into a tumble. A tumble, you realized as the metal prongs clamped down on you, that had just cost you your freedom.
"See?" Gwen said smugly to Avril. "Pure skill."
The newest member of her gang shrugged, playing it aloof as always, but Gwen was starting to pick up on Avril's subtle tells. She could tell Avril was more annoyed than she was letting on. Unlike Courtney who made no secret of how disappointed she was by letting out a loud whine of, "Awwwwww man!"
Court had been her best friend for as long as Gwen could remember, and her being such an open book with her thoughts and feelings amused Gwen to no end. Gwen positioned her hand in the prize compartment, catching both you and the plastic egg with a cheap-looking friendship bracelet inside. She clutched you in one hand and gave the shoddy bracelet to Courtney with the other. That cheered her friend up quickly enough.
"Hey there, Lucky," Gwen addressed you, her purple lips forming into a sadistic grin. "Ready to see your new home?"
Though she held you in place between her fingers, your captor didn't squeeze you hard enough to prevent you from speaking. She probably enjoyed listening to tinies beg for mercy. You'd dealt with bullies like her before, and you refused to indulge in this girl's sadistic whims! Though you knew standing up to bullies wasn't as successful a tactic as after school specials had suggested, even when victims weren't the size of a grain of rice, you had a unique card at your disposal that you hoped was enough to get this punk to back off.
"You don't want to do this, Gwen!" you said, trying to sound as brave as possible. "I'm a lawyer at Martinez, Anderson and Roberts! I have powerful friends there! You do anything to hurt me and you're looking at serious legal consequences!"
You'd hoped your sense of bravado could make up enough for your size to get the trio of delinquents to doubt themselves. Instead, they laughed in your face. Gwen brayed obnoxiously, Avril chuckled darkly and even Courtney succumbed to a case of the giggles.
"Is that so?" Gwen asked once she'd gotten all the laughs out of her system. "Cause it just so happens I also have a "powerful friend" at M.A.R., and she says the only tiny that's going to be working there is just an unpaid intern, a pathetic loser who was her favorite punching bag in high school!"
You turned pale at her words. "You... know Rebecca Lewis?"
"I'm her cousin. Gwen Lewis," she said, smirking. "Beck's gonna freak when she finds out I nabbed you. She planned on licensing you for herself, you know. She said of all the tinies she ever tortured in her life, you were the most pathetic and the most fun to watch squirm! Is it true she and her friends got you nominated as prom king and her ass as prom queen?" She chuckled as the mortified look on your face told her all she needed to know about the truth of that story. "Maybe I'll keep you secret for a little while until I've gotten you nice and broken in. Wouldn't want your high school sweetheart getting jealous when her ass finds out about your new relationship with my foot."
Sitting down on a nearby pinball machine, Gwen got to work untying one boot. Being so close to it made you realize how utterly massive her feet were. They were at least a size 12. And soon you would be underneath one of them, baring her full weight. Working with one hand, it took a few minutes for Gwen to get her shoe unlaced, but it gave her extra time to savor how your former bravado was replaced with begging and cries for mercy, just as she wanted all along.
Finally, her massive boot came off and the air was poisoned by the foul stench of her foot as it emerged, making you gag.
"What's the matter? Scent of your new home not to your liking?" Gwen asked. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. Honestly, you should be grateful. My cuz planned on making you her thong again. She told me she wore you to the volleyball state championships and we both know how sweaty she gets during a game." Another mortifying moment of your high school years you did not want to revisit. "Beck said you helped her win the game. Maybe you're a lucky charm after all? You can start rubbing a little of that luck off on me--right here!"
You shrieked pitifully as Gwen slammed your face into the heel of her colossal, sock-clad foot, and began rubbing you up and down her sole. She'd clearly been wearing the sock for days in a row without washing it. She must've owned it for years as its underside had a yellowish tinge baked into it and the foul odor emanating from it could give even Rebecca's asscrack at its sweatiest a run for its money. As your face was pressed into its fabric and dragged across it, the damp sweat that was soaking the cloth emerged in salty, stinging droplets that were absorbed by your squishy face and body.
After several minutes, Gwen was ready to move on to your next torture. Bringing you up to her toes, even the smallest of which dwarfed your body, she forced you face first into her big toe. Curling her toes, Gwen used them to flatten your head while keeping your body firmly in her grasp. As you tried and failed to scream through a mouthful of sweat-soaked, stinking cloth, the pressure on your head became unbearable as the full weight of Gwen's big toe crushed you. Once her toes had a firm enough grip on your head, Gwen began pulling your body away from it, stretching out your face slowly and painfully. At first the damp fabric caused your head to slip free early on with each attempt, but after the fifth attempt, your face had been stretched out enough for Gwen's toes to gain a secure purchase on you and allow her to stretch you out even further. You prayed the torture would be over when she succeeded in stretching you out the length of her arm without her toes losing their grip on you. Unfortunately, Gwen was just getting started.
"You girls up for a little friendly competition?"
The following hour consisted of Avril and Courtney taking turns to see which of them could stretch you out the furthest. Each round ended in one of two ways. Either the delinquent would lose her grip on you, causing your body to slingshot back into Gwen's foot and turn into a splatter on her sole, or Gwen's toes would lose their grip on your head, causing your head to to rocket like a rubber band against Avril or Courtney's knuckles. It didn't take long for Gwen to start doing this on purpose to mess with her friends. Avril learned quickly when to anticipate this trick and let go of you before you could hurt her, your body compressing like an accordion and falling on the sticky floor instead. She'd only endured the pain of you snapping into her knuckles three times. Courtney wasn't so lucky. Whether intentional on Gwen's part or as a consequence of the game, you made contact with her knuckles practically every time your head popped free. From the remorseful glimpses you caught of Courtney's face, you could tell she wasn't enjoying torturing you.
The game only ended after Avril succeeded in stretching you out from the pinball machine in the back of the arcade all the way to its front entrance.
"Alright, fun's fun but now it's time to start breaking in my lucky insole," Gwen said, peeling you free after Avril had sent you rocketing back into her foot. "And you are lucky indeed. Of all my insoles, you get the top spot under my toes. I may start going around barefoot to give you the chance to dine on my toe jam. All my other insoles will be so jealous."
You had no idea what Gwen was talking about until she shoved you into the reeking confines of her boot. It took time for your eyes to adjust to the dark, but once they did, you beheld a sight straight out of hell.
There were at least a dozen tinies packed in like sardines lined side-by-side, arranged horizontally, each stretched out from one wall of the shoe to the other, paving the sole of her boot like bricks in a walkway. Each of them had been doused in Full Length spray and the absence of Gwen's foot had allowed their forms to reinflate to the state they were permanently stuck in. Glued to the bottom of this boot, they were a collection of classmates, teachers and strangers forever imprisoned to endure the weight and stench of one girl's foot. All of their faces were frozen in wide-eyed horror, mouths opened to emit silent screams. There was only one free space, the "top spot" under her toes. Looking on this horrific display of this young sadist's cruelty, you began struggling futilely in her grip to get free.
"Looks like he met his neighbors!" Gwen said, she and her friends laughing.
Shoving you in place in the toe of her boot, Gwen pulled her boot on then mashed you beneath her toes, crushing you into a gooey putty.
"Lucky's pretty comfy," Gwen said, hopping off the pinball machine, landing hard to crush you and your fellow insoles beneath her full weight. "Come on, girls, let's grab a slice!"
Gwen said, leading her friends out of the arcade, making sure to put extra weight on you with each step.
*****
Gwen arrived at her cousin's place around 5 pm. Ever since another fallout with her mom over "Tiny Rights", Gwen had been crashing with Rebecca. Knowing her cuz wouldn't be back until 8 pm at the earliest, this gave Gwen plenty of time to break in her new toy. She'd already spent the entire day with her friends breaking Lucky's body under her foot, but breaking his spirit could be even more fun! It was always such a treat to offer her tinies a "fair" chance to earn their freedom, only to see their hopes crumble to dust.
Taking a seat on the couch, Gwen took off her boot and peeled you out from her toe section, smiling at your battered body.
What happens next?
1) Gwen gives you a seemingly impossible challenge to complete to earn your freedom.
2) Rebecca gets home early, causing Gwen to try to hide you.
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