Chapter #5Introduction to life as Marianne's Property by: jdoe11   “HOME-SWEET-HOME LITTLE MORSEL!” Marianne chirped happily, turning her sock-clad foot over and allowing you to see her smiling faraway gigantic face through the sock fibers as she sat comfortably on her bed. “WELL, TECHNICALLY YOUR NEW HOME IS GONNA BE IN HERE-“ she rubbed her flat sexy belly tantalizingly. “BUT FOR NOW, YOU’LL STAY UNDERFOOT AND FILL YOU IN ON THE FEET-FILLED-LIFE ILL BE RESCUING YOU FROM!”
You shuddered involuntarily in fear of what was to come. The last few hours inside that horrible shoe had been nothing less than absolute hell. You were already getting close to giving in to this girl’s sick desires. And that thought alone terrified you beyond reason.
“ALRIGHT TINY. SO PICTURE THIS.”
Gravity shifted once again as Marianne clenched her hot wet toes around you in a vice grip and laid back in bed. The damp sock still pinning you to the toe arch.
“ITS BEEN ONE YEAR AS A FOOT SLAVE. YOU WAKE UP WITH A FACE FULL OF HOT MOIST TOES LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO, AND THE FIRST SMELL OF THE NEW MORNING ENTERING YOUR TINY NOSTRILS IS THE MUSK OF FRESH HOT MORNING FEET!
YOU TRY TO STAY STILL AND SAVOR EVEN THE TINIEST MOMENT OF PEACE BEFORE YOUR OWNER WAKES UP TO START HER DAY WITH YOU UNDERFOOT. BUT YOUR INVOLUNTARY RECOIL AT THE FRESH REMINDER WHEN YOU WOKE UP THAT YOUR NIGHTMARE STILL HADN’T ENDED HAS ALREADY TICKLED YOUR OWNER’S SENSITIVE SOLES, AND SHE BEGINS STIRRING AWAKE.”
The giantess teen suddenly scrunched her toes around your helpless body to emphasize her point. The pressure grew as you were suffocated in moist foot flesh.
“YOUR POINTLESS STRUGGLING TICKLES YOUR SLEEPY OWNER’S SOFT FOOT, SO OF COURSE SHE’S GOTTA SCRATCH IT”
Pain erupted on your defenseless back as a car-sized toe plowed into it from behind, rubbing you through the course sock fiber and forcing you deeper and deeper into the engulfing wrinkled foot skin.
“EVENTUALLY, SHE GETS OUT OF BED TO START HER DAY. OF COURSE… SHE’S STILL TOO SLEEPY TO TAKE CONSIDERATION FOR HER LITTLE CAPTIVE TOE TOY…”
SLAM!!!
Your back pounded into the hard carpeted ground below, and pain continued to multiply as she mercilessly ground her foot over you as she mimicked absentmindedly checking her phone.
“AND JUST LIKE THAT YOU’RE BACK ON THE GROUND BENEATH YOUR OWNER’S FEET”
POUND
POUND
POUND
POUND
POUND!!!!
Pain rippled through your body with each heavy step as Marianne stomped around her room.
“THEN YOU’LL SPEND THE WHOLE MORNING”
STOMP
“BEING POUNDED”
STOMP
“INTO THE FLOOR”
STOMP
“OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN”
STOMP STOMP
“WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR OWNER’S BUSY FEET FOR COMPANY WHILE SHE GETS READY FOR HER LONG DAY AHEAD!”
STOMP
STOMP
STOMP
STOMP
STOMP!!!!
“JUST THINK ABOUT IT TINY SLAVE! YOUR DAY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN AND ALREADY ITS BEEN FILLED WITH FEET, FEET, AND MORE FEET!! AND IT ONLY GETS WORSE FROM HERE!
“AFTER THAT, YOUR WORLD WILL GROW EVEN DARKER AND MUSTIER AS YOUR OWNER STUFFS YOU INTO A NASTY CRAMPED OLD SHOE FOR THE NEXT 12 HOURS!”
Marianne casually strolled over to the shoe rack, ignoring the excruciating pain she was causing you with every horrible step.
“NOW I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW, IF YOU CONTINUE STUBBORNLY REFUSING TO LET ME EAT YOU, IT WON’T NECESSARILY BE MY SOFT FEET YOU END UP UNDER IN THE LONG TERM. I’M PRETTY SURE MY MOM WOULD PAY BIG BUCKS FOR A SECOND INSOLE. AND YOUR MOM MIGHT PAY EVEN MORE TO FINALLY GET HER OWN PERSONAL SLAVE FOR HER OVERWORKED FEET!
“SOOOO… TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA WHAT THE REST OF YOUR DAY WOULD BE LIKE…”
The giantess teen suddenly clamped her mammoth toes around you and pulled off her socks, blinding you with the burst of light. You craned your neck against the overpowering toe grip to see the floor below.
Immediately a horrible stench filled your nostrils as the ragged insides of an overused black pump entered your vision.
Indescribable fear clouded your mind and you began to struggle frantically, but uselessly in the monstrous toe grip!
“No!! Please don’t put me in there! Not that! Anything but that!!! No Marianne we were friends!!! Please, I’m begging yo—ughhhh!”
Your cries were cut short as Marianne stuffed her foot inside her mother’s old pump, dragging you painfully down the hard rough sole. The already horrible musky air grew thicker and thicker as you approached the cramped toe.
Within the pointed tip, Marianne’s enormous leathery toes were cramped around you, increasing the pain and claustrophobia even more.
The pain continued spiking exponentially as Marianne began walking around in the old pumps. It felt like being rammed between a car and a concrete parking lot over and over and over again. Your tears mixed with fresh teen foot sweat, and your humiliation and misery somehow continued to increase more and more under the merciless feet of your cruel owner.
Suddenly the creaking of the front door opening roared in your ears, causing the Giantess Teen’s tortuous footfalls to finally come to a halt.
“MARIANNE? WHY ARE YOU WEARING MY SHOES? WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING YOUNG LADY?”
“OH, NOWHERE MOM. I WAS JUST TRYING THEM ON FOR A SECOND” The giantess teen retorted, quickly scrunching her already cramped toes over you and roughly dragging you back out of the horrible shoe prison, before slamming you back into the ground and imprisoning you back within her damp black sock.
“OK…” her mom said slowly, sounding unconvinced. “BY THE WAY, I HEARD RACHEL SHRUNK TODAY. ANY IDEA WHO NABBED HER?”
“NO,” Marianne lied while scrunching her slick toes more tightly around you within the musky sock. “SOMEONE MUST’VE ALREADY STUFFED HER IN THEIR SHOE BEFORE ANYONE NOTICED.”
“DAMN, THAT’S A SHAME. I WOULD’VE PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT TINY. ONCE I GOT HER BROKEN IN, SHE’D BE A PERFECT MATCH WITH MY FIRST INSOLE. THEN I’D HAVE 2 YOUNG TINY GIRLS SERVING UNDER MY FEET. THAT WOULD REALLY BE THE DREAM!”
While Marianne’s mom, Emily, fantasized about a life of torture for you underneath her sweaty calloused feet, your blood ran cold and you shuddered in uncontrollable fear beneath Marianne’s. It was one thing to hear Marianne tell you about the what had happened to Stacy… but now hearing it first hand from Stacy’s cruel owner… it was too real. And it made her want to puke.
Just then you heard the sound of nylon roaring against leather as Emily peeled off her boots. Even from within Marianne’s wet sock you could feel the rush of putrid hot footy air washing over you as it finally escaped the hellish boot.
Along with the burst of air came the moans and screams of a miserable tiny girl, begging for her life of torture to end between gasps of relatively fresh air.
You craned your neck from beneath Marianne’s crushing foot to look out between the sock fibers. You could just make out the bottom of the nylon clad, horribly calloused and wrinkled, tired foot of Stacy’s mother. She had her back to you, and her foot was pointed into the ground, scrunching her mammoth toes beneath her.
And caught sickeningly between those wretched toes was the pitiful form of the tiny Stacy, demoted to a permanent slave for her mother’s feet.
“Marianne…” *sob* “please…. Get me out of this nightmare… I don’t want to live like this any more…” *sob*
“I’m begging you… just eat me and get it over with. Please just don’t make me spend another day with- no! Wait!! Please I just got out! Please not in there! I’m sorry goddess! I’ll behave I promise just please don’t make me go in there again!! Ahhh! No!!!!! Wahhhhh—-“
The tiny Stacy’s desperate begging was suddenly muffled as she was stuffed into a worn out, stinking old running shoe.
“ALL RIGHT, WELL IM HEADING OUT IN A RUN MARIANNE.” Her mother saId casually as she trodded toward the door, completely ignoring the cries of the tiny girl suffering beneath her.” “I’LL BE HOME IN A FEW HOURS.”
The door slammed shut once again and Marianne returned to her room, stomping you mercilessly under her plump foot every step of the way. Once the door to her room closed she once again curled her colossal toes tightly around your tiny body and yanked off the damp black sock, turning her wrinkled sole over to face you.
“WHEW! THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT!” The giantess teen gasped. “ALRIGHT I THINK YOU’VE SEEN ENOUGH NOW MY LITTLE TINY FOOT TOY, AND I’M TIRED OF WAITING. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE. LET ME EAT YOU RIGHT NOW, OR COMMIT TO A LIFETIME TRAPPED UNDER FEET.
“YOU JUST SAW HOW IT WAS WITH LITTLE STACY BACK THERE. IF YOU REFUSE TO BE EATEN BY ME RIGHT NOW, THEN NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU BEG AND PLEAD IN THE FUTURE, YOU’LL HAVE NOTHING BUT A LIFE OF BEING IGNORED UNDER A DEMANDING FOOT AND STUFFED INTO OLD SHOES TO LOOK FORWARD TO. NOW CHOOSE!”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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