Stand Your Ground - Part 4 (Patreon)

They were dead--my friends that I’d brought out here with me were all flattened and crushed to smears, but I just couldn’t focus on that.

She was real. Impossibly powerful, completely gorgeous, and mercilessly cruel. I’d been too afraid to come out here alone, and part of me was sad for them, but the rest of me was staring up at this literal goddess that smashed and stepped on people while she smirked and sighed.

Every unbelievable fantasy, right in front of me. I don’t know how I kept breathing, how I stayed on my feet through the whole dizzying idea. Somehow I realized that she had to be looking for me, because I was the only one left, but she didn’t see me. She’d found the others so quickly, and now I needed her to notice me, too.

I begged her to look at me. My heart called out to her, craving her attention, needing her to know about me, how important she was and how much this meant to me.

*****

There was still fear in this room, but I couldn’t trace it. Normally I’d be irritated by having to look around for someone, but my mind still buzzed with satisfaction and the taste of human blood on my tongue.

Then I felt her. That intense, desperate need--like I’d known from the men I’d first seduced and later butchered in their beds, but more powerful and pure.

I turned towards her, my eyes locking to her spot on the floor. She radiated a bright warmth, filled with adoration and desire. I often used my form to inspire erotic longing and lure my prey, but she had seen me. She’d watched me torment and crush her companions, and there was no question that I intended to do just the same to her.

I focused intently while taking a step towards her. I felt her heart race, heard her gasp as my boot compressed the carpet before her.

Her presence was pleasant. I wanted to understand it before I erased her from this world. Explain yourself.

*****

She saw me. She recognized me, spoke to me, and stood over me, filling the entire sky and waiting for me to respond.

“You’re incredible!” I screamed out the first thought I had. “You--I’ve dreamed of you my entire life!”

Her eyes narrowed and her head tilted. There was no way she could actually hear me speak, but her abilities probably made anything possible. Her mouth didn’t move, but I heard her heavenly voice.

You’re seconds away from being stepped on and crushed. You’ll suffer and die beneath my boot.

“You can do anything you want with me! You’re a goddess, and we’re all nothing before you.” I could barely catch my breath. My eyes kept darting around, trying to take in all of her at once. “I’ll do anything for you, even if that means joining the hundreds you’ve surely smashed underfoot before.”

I am a demon, banished and cursed to inhabit human flesh. I have indeed extinguished hundreds of your kind, though my methods vary.

She still stood motionless above me. Every second that extended my life was now a gift from her. The cruel giantess that filled my fantasies day and night continued to watch me, and the slightest curl at the corner of her mouth was to me the most magnificent smile.

You may persist in calling me “Goddess,” though. The sound of it pleases me.

My heart threatened to spring up out of my chest. I pleased her! I wanted her to keep me. I’d live my whole life as her loyal pet. Anything she could want, I’d give her without a thought.

“Goddess, may I kiss your boot?” I obsessed over shoes, imagined worshipping and being pinned beneath any number of stilettos and platforms I’d stared at online, but the enormous column of black leather before me was the most beautiful I’d ever seen.

Her laughter filled my mind--a musical, heavenly thing, even if it was brief. Yes. Come kiss my boot, and then I will end you beneath my heel.

It had only been a minute, but so quickly she erased my hopes, just like that. I pulled my gaze away from her broadening grin and moved forward, nodding my head. I still had time, and even if it was my request, she’d still told me what to do.

The outside of her boot spread out before me as I approached, extending in each direction further than I could have imagined. I was a speck before her. Barely more than a dot against the side of her foot.

I slid my palms slowly along the material, then laid my cheek on the surface of rich, black leather. My eyes drifted shut and I breathed deep, letting its scent fill my senses, and then without even opening my eyes, I turned my head slowly and pressed my lips to her deadly boot.

I felt a soft groan run through me during a long, reverent second kiss. I pressed my whole body tightly against that boot--the boot that squished my friends like worms. The boot that soon would crush the life out of me. The boot of my goddess, of merciless beauty and destruction.

“Crush me.” The whispered words leaked out of me and I moaned into the leather. I tasted her boot, my tongue slipping forward my hand slipped between my thighs. “Crush me,” I breathed shakily, smashing myself against the smooth expanse. This was the last thing I would do. There was no reason for restraint, no holding back. “Goddess,” I moaned, licking and grinding. “Goddess…”

That will do.

Her foot lifted away with dizzying speed. I slid along the leather and crumpled in a heap on the floor, rolling onto my back so I could watch it rise into the air. As it grew further away, the shapes gained context. I could see the elegant curves and the pointed toe. I could see the darkened splotches on the otherwise unblemished sole. I could understand pillar of her stiletto, and its tip that would cover my body entirely and splatter everything I was beneath it.

“Keep me!” Sudden desperation gripped me as I faced my end. “Please, Goddess, keep me!”

Her boot hovered above me for a moment, but it was only to carefully aim her heel. I squealed and cried out louder. “I love you, Goddess! I worship you, I’ll serve you--I’ll be yours forever!”

I own you already. Her boot grew closer. She was drawing this out. This is all that you’re good for. I’ll savor your anguish while I crush you to death.

“I’ll give you anything! There’s nothing I won’t do!’ The grooves on her heel cap loomed before my face, not a trace of wear to be found. I didn’t dare move, and I couldn’t look away.

What more can you give me than your life? Her boot blocked out everything else. Just shades of black and the faint gleam of light reflecting off her glossy arch.

“More lives!” I shouted in a panic, the thought coming to me from nowhere. “More lives for you, Goddess--a sacrifice!”

I could reach out and touch her heel, only because it paused just above me. I couldn’t speak, a split second more and I’d be liquefied beneath it. I couldn’t even make myself say anything more. No more pleas, no more cries--the giantess would decide. Mercy or death.

The whole of her boot slid back from my body, the rush of air sending my hair blowing and twisting around my cheeks. The ground beneath me shuddered as her foot settled to the floor, and again there was light in my life. Again I saw her divine, smirking face.

I’m listening.