Your tongue moved over the wrinkles of her foot, licking up any lint, dirt, or whatever Rouge had collected on her bare soles. Your hands moved over her soft and supple skin, and your body squirmed just for the pleasure of it. You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. Some of your tasks were demeaning, like this one, but you had come to love them, even if it was for this demonic woman who had you literally at her feet, trapped tween two soles comparable to buildings.
As you worked, slowly Rouge began to grind her soles back and forth, rolling you around between them like the tiny toy you were. The motion was pleasing to her, getting a full foot massage from her tiny half-inch toy, but to you it was painful. Your bones creaked and your body strained as you were rolled twixt the fleshy walls, gathering up dirt and sweat onto yourself, face smushed into her foot as you struggled to breath fresh air beyond the scent of her feet. Of course, there was no escaping it, since you were simply surrounded by them.
This went on for another half hour, Rouge moaning overhead, relishing the power and pleasure she got from having you love her feet and grinding you between them. "Mmm, this has been so wonderful." Rouge laughed above. "You just just what to do, you little bug."
"T-thank you." You called up, adding another lick, tongue pretty much numb by this point, so you didn't taste anything but feet.
"...Thank you, what?" Rouge asked, giving her feet a small squeeze to your body. Though it wasn't that much pressure, to your miniscule form it was incredibly painful, forcing you to cringe and grit your teeth as you found your chest compressing to having trouble breathing.
"Thank you..." You wheezed. "My goddess..."
"Good little slave!" Rouge replied happily, clapping her hands, releasing the pressure she held on you, making you gasp for air. "Now get back to work." She commanded once again as she noticed that you had stopped momentarily. You sighed inwardly, and began to work through the pain, cringing as springs of pain shot through your arms and chest every time you moved.
"Do you know what I like about you, Luke?" Rouge said after a few more minutes of worship.
"What...what is it Goddess Rouge?" You asked through a mouthful of foot lint, forcing it down dryly.
"You're so loyal, so dependable. No matter what, you know just what to do for your goddess."
"Thank you...Goddess." You cringed, reminding yourself to add that last bit.
"Do you know what I want you to do now, Luke?" She continued to refer to you by your real name. That was almost never a good sign.
"No, my goddess...do you wish me to continue worshiping your perfect feet?"
"Yes, I do, but maybe later." She chuckled deeply. "I want you to get smaller now."
"..."
"I didn't hear a 'yes, goddess'." Rouge said threateningly, beginning to squeeze her soles together once more, forcing a pained shout from your lips.
"Y-yessss....my goddess...." You cried out just as you heard something snap and break from the continuous pressure being forced on you by Rouge's oncoming soles, soon pressing up against you so heavily her feet touched, your small form simply smished in between them, bones breaking and your body twisted in awkward, pained angles. You couldn't even move, being pressed so tightly on all sides. You eventually found that you couldn't breathe either, no air coming in, just the suffocating sheer stench of Rouge's feet filling your lungs.
With one final gasp and choke, you blacked out, and mentally prepared yourself to see the world larger than it already was, Rouge's laughter booming through the air, the only thing you could hear.
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