You lie there, pinned beneath Ellen’s foot, every breath labored and shallow under the weight of her sole. The air trapped beneath her skin is thick with the scent of rubber, sweat, and a faint musk, your senses entirely overwhelmed by the heat radiating from her body. The ridges of her skin press into you, leaving imprints that burn with discomfort. Each subtle shift of her weight sends tremors through your tiny body, and you can feel the flex of her powerful muscles in every step she takes.
But then, a brief pause.
Ellen stops talking, her weight momentarily shifting off you as she idly adjusts her stance. The pressure eases just enough for you to take a shallow, ragged breath, though the warmth of her foot still surrounds you like a suffocating blanket. You feel her toes flex, causing the slide to shift slightly beneath her, and for the first time since being trapped, a glimmer of hope flickers in your mind.
Desperation fuels your body. With whatever strength you have left, you wiggle against the textured insole, slipping through the small gap between her foot and the slide. The material clings to you, and for a moment, it feels like you’ll be stuck forever, but with a final push, you manage to roll free. Tumbling off the edge of the slide, you land on the cool, hard floor below.
The relief is instantaneous but short-lived. You’re still weak and disoriented, every inch of your body aching from the pressure of Ellen’s weight. The floor feels solid beneath your hands as you shakily try to stand, your tiny legs trembling beneath you. Glancing upward, you see Ellen’s massive form towering above, completely unaware that you’ve escaped her foot. Her dark hair, tied back in a high ponytail, sways gently as she moves, her back turned to you for the moment.
From this angle, you can fully appreciate the power in her physique. Her shoulders are broad and sculpted, muscles visible beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. Her arms, lean and defined, ripple with strength as she stretches them, the motion sending a slight tremor through the ground. Her toned back tapers into her narrow waist, accentuating the curve of her hips and the powerful thighs that carry her through every event of the heptathlon. Every inch of her body is a testament to years of intense training, the kind of dedication that forges not just skill but raw, physical dominance.
Her legs—those powerful, athletic legs—are the most intimidating part of her physique. Her quads bulge with muscle, honed from sprints, jumps, and throws. Her calves, slightly dusted with sweat, flex with every minor movement she makes, the fibers of her muscles standing out in sharp relief. Her skin glistens faintly, a sheen of sweat catching the light as she prepares for her next session.
But as you stand there, trying to comprehend the enormity of her body compared to your minuscule size, the ground beneath you quakes. Ellen turns back toward the slide, oblivious to your presence at her feet. Her foot lifts off the ground, the familiar dark slide glinting in the light as she moves with casual ease.
Panic surges through you. You try to move, but your body is still too weak, your limbs trembling from the ordeal. Ellen’s foot descends, the sole of her slide coming down with terrifying speed and finality. The shadow of her foot engulfs you completely, and in that moment, all you can see is the smooth, slightly contoured surface of her slide rushing toward you.
Time seems to slow as her foot touches down. The first thing you feel is the overwhelming pressure as the soft material of the slide makes contact with your body. It’s like being crushed by a mountain, the weight of her entire form bearing down on you. The smooth rubber surface feels warm and slightly sticky against your skin, and you can sense the slight texture beneath the slide's surface, each ridge pressing painfully into you, driving the air from your lungs in a single, desperate gasp.
You’re flattened against the floor, pinned under her weight like an insect. The warmth and humidity from her foot envelop you, pressing the air out of your lungs. The sole of the slide, while cushioned, compresses you against the hard floor, the relentless force making it feel as though every bone in your body is screaming in agony.
Ellen’s weight shifts slightly, the ball of her foot pressing down harder, and you can feel the distinct curvature of the slide digging into you, leaving deep impressions in your skin. You’re acutely aware of the warmth radiating from her foot, the scent of sweat mingling with the rubber, and the sensation of being utterly and completely trapped beneath the sole of the slide.
Her muscles, those same powerful muscles that fuel her athleticism, are now the instruments of your demise. You feel the immense strength in her legs as she steps down, the full might of her toned body focused on crushing you without her even realizing. The pressure builds to an unbearable crescendo, and in a moment of sheer, excruciating pain, something inside you snaps.
Your vision goes white with the intensity of it. The bones in your legs and ribs crack under the unrelenting force. It’s a sickening, audible crunch, drowned out by the thud of her foot hitting the ground fully. The world compresses around you, every nerve alight with pain as your body is squashed beneath her slide like a mere speck of dirt on the gym floor.
Ellen, unaware of the life she has just crushed beneath her, takes another step, her powerful leg muscles propelling her forward with ease. The ground beneath her quakes with each stride, her form disappearing into the distance as the last remnants of you remain stuck to the smooth, slightly sticky surface of the slide, a mere smear of existence in the tread of her foot.
There’s no reprieve, no final moment of clarity. Just the raw, physical force of a heptathlete in her prime, stepping on you as though you were nothing more than a piece of dirt. In the end, you’re reduced to nothing underfoot, completely forgotten in the shadow of her towering strength, Ellen Barber moving on with her training, oblivious to the life she crushed beneath her powerful, athletic physique.
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