Stand Your Ground - Part 6 (Patreon)

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I dropped to hands and knees, gasping his name again. “Mike!”

It was utterly impossible, but it was definitely him. His entire body could fit under my thumb. Somehow I had to get him and Meghan out of here, but I could barely breathe.

“He deserves it, Mom.” I looked up into my daughter’s twisted grin and made a decision. I could grab them both, and it didn’t matter if I had to drag her by her hair, we were going to run. I reached for Mike, but my arm just didn’t move.

Neither of them would. My palms were rooted to the floor. I pulled and strained, but there was nothing I could do. Some invisible force had me trapped, and when I looked up at Meghan and the woman, they both were watching me with the same vicious smile.

I let this desperate animal scream rip from my throat and threw my whole body into jerking my right arm back, but the only result was something in my elbow and shoulder popping. Everything went numb and I crumpled forward on the carpet.

“Mom, just stop, okay?”

This was pure, ludicrous madness. I could feel hot tears slipping down my cheeks and Meghan’s heavy breath on me as she crawled closer.

“She’s a goddess. A literal goddess on earth. You can’t fight her.” I looked into her huge eyes and saw nothing I recognized. My daughter couldn’t be gone, but this just wasn’t her.

“I love her, and that’s why she saved me. Daddy misbehaved, and that’s why he’s like this.” Every word was torture. I couldn’t look at her any longer.

“If you’re good, though--like, if you learn to love her too, maybe we can serve her together. Do you think you can be good, Mom?”

I ground my teeth, sobbing with my forehead touching the floor. How had my family come to this? Why didn’t I talk to her? She was always so smart and normal and sweet--

I felt a thud through the floor and noticed the woman rising from her chair. She took a slow, deliberate step forward and now my eyes locked on my helpless, shrunken husband at her feet.

“You’re going to end up like Daddy if you don’t. You know what’s going to happen to Daddy.”

I couldn’t fully form the thoughts in the moment, but in the back of my head I knew the things that she’d said. The things this woman had done. Meghan still wanted to tell me.

“She’s going to step on him, Mom. She’s going to cover his tiny body with her divine boot and crush him like a stupid bug.”

I wailed and shook my head as her pointed toe slowly lifted from the floor, sliding towards my face--towards my husband.

“She’ll grind him to nothing. All he’ll be is an ugly little smear.”

I don’t even know what I was saying, but I begged and pleaded. “Please” spilled past my lips a dozen times in half a minute.

“Shhhhhh, Mom, don’t talk. This isn’t a time for talking.”

My eyes shifted to the side to see my manic, blood-smeared daughter one more time.

“Kiss her boot, Mom. Be a good girl like me, and we can stay together.”

My chest heaved. My mouth hung ajar and bile rose at the back of my throat. Horrible groaning, wailing sounds left me with every breath as I watched my husband slip into the shadow of her heavy boot.

I could see him for a moment longer, twitching and jerking while his limbs stayed fastened to the floor, and then he was gone from my sight, totally covered by the black leather.

“Kiss it!” Meghan’s voice was louder, sharper. I took some sharp breaths, at least getting my howling under control for the moment. I couldn’t save her if I wasn’t here. I couldn’t do anything to resist or fight. I wanted to beg for our lives, beg for her to let us go, but that wouldn’t do any good.

I swallowed, closed my eyes, and lowered my head towards her foot.

*****

The entirety of the moment was electric. I was more than satisfied by the lives I’d already ended this evening, but pure, intense agony and despair pulsing through this family was more than just nourishing.

Power coursed through me, and each passing moment brought another thrilling surge. I felt the life straining beneath my foot, facing his last feeble seconds. His mate bowed down before me, heart and spirit utterly shattered as her lips touched to my boot again and again.

And their offspring simply radiating worship, flushed with a brilliant sadism that almost outstripped my own. Her passion and creativity inspired me.

“Lick it,” the girl ordered her mother, and my body trembled as her humiliation spiked. I watched her tears and tongue wet the leather of my boot. I lifted my heel and pushed my toes towards the floor, my body blossoming with heat and the woman letting out a low, anguished wail as the tiny male flattened and crunched beneath my sole.

“Don’t stop, Mom.” The girl was almost breathless, down on her belly and totally enraptured, demanding her mother continue licking my boot while I smeared her crushed husband under its tread.

So much pain. So much agony and lust--it filled me to the brim and this assumed form I wore felt ready to burst. A mix of saliva and tears made the black leather wrapping my foot glisten beautifully in the candlelight, and then the girl’s voice sent another rippling surge of power through me.

“Goddess… crush her, too.”

The words destroyed her mother. All she had done was for nothing. She worshiped the boot that twisted her husband to bloody pieces, and not even her own daughter would give her mercy.

“No!” she screeched. “Meghan, no!” she cried again while she wailed and sobbed.

The girl slipped forward, pressing a soft kiss to the shaft of my boot as she slid against it. “She doesn’t love you, Goddess. She just wants to save herself.”

“Meghan, don’t do this…” the woman was a disheveled mess, fluids leaking from every facial cavity she possessed. She looked every bit the disgusting creature that she was.

“Please, Goddess.” The girl’s voice was low and smooth, dripping with sadistic desire. Every word was viciously, seductively enunciated.

“Crush her like a bug.”