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No luck for me (NEW! Short story)
🕑 Added 2021-11-22 18:24:49 +0000 UTCThe ride was bumpy. My wrists hurt from the handcuffs behind my back. The floor of the van was dirty and they had tied a cloth bag over my head and gagged me with a well strapped ball gag. I was terrified beyond measure. I wanted to scream but I had no strength left after they kicked me so hard. They hit me with baseball bats, I had bruises all over me body for sure, probably a black eye, swollen lips. My makeup was a mess due to me flooding it all with tears. I was shaking.
The van finally stopped and the guys pulled me out dragging me on concrete. It was cold and humid, I had no idea where I was, I was afraid they would kill me or rape me. They pushed me and I fell over on the ground. They picked me back up and I felt like we were entering some sort of building. They dragged me down some stairs and finally, after kicking me into a kneeling position, they removed the bag over my head. The light flooded my eyes and I took a few seconds to get used to it. The men were behind me. Surprisingly, 3 women were standing in front of me. They were slim and had model looking bodies. They were all dressed differently, but they looked stunning. I had never seen these women in my life. Two of them were brunettes, one of them was blonde. I tried to say something but all I could do is muffle some sounds.
One of them, a brunette, walked towards me, the sound of her high heeled leather boots giving me shivers of fear. She had long legs encased in nylons, a leather skirt, a white blouse, some very round and firm breasts and the wore leather gloves. She looked down at me like if I was a piece of shit and she grabbed my hair, pulled them back for me to look up at her. She spat on my face, her warm saliva drippling on my cheek. They all laughed. She then pushed down on the back of my head, lower and lower until I could not hold my balance and I fell down on my breasts and hurt my chin on the basement’s dirty concrete floor. She placed her booted foot near my face and kicked my head gently. The other girls walked in closer.
“What do you think?” she said in a low toned suave voice.
“She’s fine.” Said one other woman.
“Yeah, not bad. But she’s ugly.” Said the other woman. They chuckled. One of the muscle man turned me on my back, my arms behind uncomfortably cuffed behind me on the floor. I looked up at the 3 women, who all looked down at me with mean expressions on their face. The blonde one lifted her foot in the air, she was wearing combat boots. She landed a stomp on my face and I squirmed and moaned hard. It hurt so much. She then pressed her foot down on my face, crushing my nose under the dirty threads of the boot. I had no idea what these people wanted from me. I was scared and shaking.
“She’ll do fine. Shrink her.” Said one of the woman above me. Suddenly the boot on my face was removed and the two muscle man grabbed me and dragged me along a few meters and dumped me in some sort of box that looked like a coffer. They closed the lid above me. What did they mean shrink me? I had no idea what was going on. Suddenly I heard a whirring machine sound and I had a tingling sensation in all my body. It lasted for a few minutes, then a loud thud and the sound of the machine going slowing down. The lid above was unhatched and opened, only for me to realize I was much smaller. A lot smaller. This got me completely out of my mind. I tried to squirm out of my predicament but it was in vain. The women peered down into the now huge box and laughed. One of them reached down and her gloved hand was so huge, her fingers so huge I got to realize I was maybe an inch tall. She picked me up with her fingers and I landed in her upturned leather gloved hand as she brought me up at incredible speed.
“Let’s get her prepped.” She said, closing her fist around me. That’s when I passed out from sheer fear. I couldn’t focus or understand and I was hoping all of this was a really bad dream.
When I woke up, a Asian looking middle aged woman was looking down at me through her thick glasses. I felt me arms and legs were spreaded in a star shaped position. From the way I saw everything, I was on a table and she was doing something. A huge machine was over me and it took a few seconds for me to realize it was a sewing machine. The cuffs were gone, but the ball gag was still there. Woman looked down at me, focused on her task. The huge machine needle was going up and down near me. I got scared and tried to scream, woman stopped working and looked at me above her glasses.
“I am sorry.” She said with a thick accent. She resumed working. She was literally sewing me down to something. Then she placed a layer of thin leather above me, worked something out. When she removed it I could see it had the shape of an insole insert. She then cut a hole in the middle of it and placed it back over me, this time my body was fitted into the whole. She resumed sewing it in place. For a moment there I got really scared cause I was under the impression she was sewing my minuscule body to a leather insert insole and, as she was working, I realized that it was exactly what she was doing. And she was sorry about it. She looked like she did this several times before, very agile and doing her work very carefully. My heart raced and I passed out again.
I woke up, still sewed to that insole and this time I was looking up at an angel’s face. Who was she? I swear I recognized that beautiful woman. Took me a few seconds to finally get it. She was a rich young celebrity singer I saw on TV, with black and green hair, voluptuous lips. She smiled down at me, then smiled down at something next to me.
“They are perfect.” She said looking up. She then looked back down at “us” as I guess someone else was also sewed to the other insole next to me. I could not see. “You guys cost a fortune you know, but you’re totally worth it.” She said smiling down at us.
I had a few minutes to think at what was actually happening. This celebrity singer actually bought some inserts for her shoes that each had shrunken human being sewed down in them. Something she probably got on a weird criminal black market and I was one of those human being. An unlucky girl, kidnapped because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I thought about this incredible turn of event in my boring life as she lowered me down and her huge fingers with long nails worked out to insert the soles into her huge shoes. I was pushed down forcefully into what seemed like and old skater shoe that she had worn many times. The smell of the old shoe, the smell of dried foot sweat made me want to puke but I refrained from doing so since I was still gagged. I could catch a glimpse at her face while she was pushing the insole in place. She was grinning, beautiful and scary.
When she finally pulled her hand out I was in place, down into her smelly shoe and I waited. I knew exactly what would happen, but she first had to put the other insole into her other shoe. I swear I could hear some muffled screams, I wondered who was this other person who was in the same predicament as I was. I felt like we were the most unlucky people on earth.
Then it happened. A huge white cotton socked foot appeared at the opening of the shoe. The rich girl singer was going to wear these shoes while we were trapped inside, completely helpless. This was wicked and cruel, and probably turned her on. Her giant foot rammed into the shoe and slid across my body scraping it with the sock fabric. It smelled light, but it smelled like a foot. It pressed down on me gently, then I finally heard her giant heel slip into place into the huge sneaker. A few seconds later the pressure got so intense I thought I would just be crushed into pulp. She actually stood up and walked around. I heard her laugh and say that she wasn’t feeling anything and that it was perfect.
That day, I think she walked miles without removing her shoes and without giving us any fresh air or any time. Later she gave a concert. She danced, singed, jumped. Her foot was warm, sweaty, stinky, heavy, and it gave me no respite. I got trampled by her, mercilessly, like a worthless object for all evening.
And this was only the beginning of a world tour that lasted a year.
I cannot believe I am still alive, living in that now very, very smelly old worn out shoe.
The end.
Comments
Brian Graham
Loved the story. Glad to see you back. I hope your break was relaxing. Thank you for sharing.
