CRUEL SHOES
By RAM
(revised by The Wordmaster)
Walking downtown one day, Hanna passed by a little shoe store she had never
noticed before. It was just one of those out-of-the-way shops that a person can
walk by a hundred times without noticing, but her curiosity was piqued and she
just had to go inside.
The owner, who introduced himself as Hal Blundy, was the only one working that
day. He politely asked how he could help her.
"Just looking," the pretty Hanna replied with a smile as her eyes gazed at all
the strange and different kinds of shoes on the walls and shelves. She picked up
a couple of different soft leather shoes with long spikes and leather soles
before the manager approached her.
"I know just what you're looking for," he said and disappeared to the back of
the store. Moments later he reappeared and motioned for Hanna to sit down as he
sat on the footstool in front of her.
Hanna quickly walked over to the man and began to protest. "I was just look...."
She fell silent when she saw the shoes in his hands. "They're beautiful!" she
sighed.
"Please, sit. I know they will fit you perfectly," he coaxed.
Hanna sat down in front of the big man, who reached down and cradled her right
foot in his hands.
"You have very beautiful feet," he said with a smile, causing Hanna to blush.
Carefully sliding off her pink three inch pumps, he removed both of the soft
black five inch high heels from the box. Placing them on her feet Hanna, could
not believe how soft and comfortable they felt. "They are the made of the finest
kid skin from the Mid-East" he told her.
Hanna quickly stood and walked towards the full length mirror on the wall. "They
feel incredible!" She began talking to herself. "And they make my legs look so
sexy," she thought.
Mr. Blundy couldn't take his eyes off her as she twisted this way and that,
looking into the mirror, admiring the sexy shoes.
"I've got to have them!" Hanna told him.
"They were made for you," he said with a strange smile on his face. For some
reason that didn't feel like the typical salesman's line but she bought them and
left the store without taking them off.
She had only taken a few steps from the store when two men came up from behind
her. A knife was pressed into her back and she was forced into the alley nearby.
Once there, they took her purse and the one with the knife told her to remove
her skirt. Hanna became very scared at the thought of being raped by the two and
thought that they wouldn't be so tough if they didn't have that knife. Suddenly
there was a flash and the knife in the man's hand was gone. He looked at his
partner in disbelief.
"What the hell happened?" his friend asked. Hanna looked at them confused also.
Thinking for a moment she said to herself: "I wish I had my purse back."
Suddenly it was back on her shoulder once again.
The man that had the knife roughly grabbed Hanna by both arms and forced her
against the wall. "What's going on?" he asked angrily. "How did you do that,
bitch?" he snarled.
"I..I don't know" Hanna answered, stunned. The man began to make a fist with his
right hand and Hanna thought "If you guys were small you could never hurt me or
anyone again." Again, seemingly from nowhere, there was a flash of light. When
Hanna opened her eyes, the men were gone!
Hanna looked around in amazement. She peered down one end of the alley then
turned her head the other way.
"They're gone! How could that be?" she asked herself.
She heard a strange noise coming from the ground. Looking down, she saw the men
who tried mugging her. They were only a few inches tall! She began to squat down
to look at the tiny men. They were running back and forth in front of her in a
panic, screaming and pleading for her to help them but their voices sounded
faint and high pitched, like rats'.
"Not so tough now are you little man" Hanna said to the one who had pulled the
knife on her. She extended her right index finger with its long, manicured, red
lacquered nail and poked the tiny little man in the stomach, sending him
crashing to the ground in pain. Then she began to stand up. She watched their
little faces as she towered above them, her tall shadow stretching over them
made her ascent even more dramatic. As she stood tall on those five inch, black
stiletto heels the other man, scared out of his mind, panicked and began to run
from her.
Hanna looked at the tiny man sprinting away from her foot and spoke. "Didn't you
forget something?" she asked, amused. The tiny man stopped and looked back at
her. Hanna slid the purse from her shoulder and held it in front of her. "Here,
this is what you wanted, isn't it?" she taunted the little fool. With a casual
flick of her wrist, she tossed the purse over to him. She heard him scream,
which ended abruptly as the huge purse came down on top of his shrunken frame.
"Don't worry," she laughed over the purse, "it's all there."
The other little man was now too scared to move. Hanna reached out with her
right hand and picked up the purse. She saw that the would-be-robber was still
alive but both his legs, as well as an arm and several ribs, were now broken.
She could hear a faint plea for help from him as she bent over to retrieve her
purse. Standing fully erect once again, she looked down at him with fire in her
eyes.
"Sure, I'll help you. Just like you were going to help me, you little maggot."
Her left foot rose swiftly off the ground and her huge sole hovered over him
like a car. She could not see his tiny frame at all as her large high heel
completely blocked him from her view.
"Here, let me see if I can apply some pressure and stop the bleeding," Hanna
giggled.
Her foot slowly came down on top of the little man. She could feel the slight
pushing and pounding of his futile attempts to push away her supple leather
sole. When she could feel his tiny body under the pad and toes of her foot, she
let her heel rest on the cement. Savoring his helplessness for another moment,
she pressed down and felt a slight "pop" under her foot. Being able to take
revenge on this crook and rapist sent a wave of pleasure through her. She felt
almost ashamed about how much she was enjoying it all.
Her eyes half closed from the bliss she was feeling, she regained her composure
and slowly and cruelly began twisting the remains of the body out of existence,
grinding the corpse beneath her foot as if she were crushing out a cigarette. A
low moan escaped her lips as her foot continued to twist from one side to the
other. As if awaking from a daydream, she suddenly stopped to she what she had
done.
Her face looked at the spot for a moment, then a smile crossed her lips. "Like
he never existed," she said out loud. A slight shiver of pleasure and power went
through her. There was nothing left of him to even kick in the sewer. "How
perfect these shoes are," she thought. She turned her attention to the remaining
would-be rapist, who could plainly see she was in a state of total pleasure. His
legs would not move as he watched the giantess's shadow fall on him.
"So, you still want me?" Hanna asked in a strong voice of dominance. Putting his
tiny hands up in the air he begged/squeaked a "please no" to the giantess. Hanna
playfully reached out her long left stiletto heel and gave the man a jab to the
stomach, sending him rolling back several inches. She watched him lay in the
fetal position, curled up in a ball. The hard, sharp heel cracked his ribs and
cut him like a knife. He looked down to see his white tee shirt covered red
blood pouring from his stomach.
"On your feet, worm," ordered Hanna. Too afraid not to do as she said, he
staggered to his feet, still slightly bent over, holding his stomach and side.
"No," she changed her mind. "On your knees, bug, before I decide to make you a
matching grease spot with your scummy friend".
The beaten shrunken man fell forward from where he was standing and dropped on
his knees.
"Good! Now, crawl over here and beg my forgiveness for what you were going to do
to me," Hanna commanded with no softness in her voice. The man began to crawl on
his hands and knees towards the giant pair of high heeled feet before him. He
stopped several times, holding his side, but Hanna only growled at him, telling
him to hurry. When he got to the tips of the black leather shoes he stopped and
swayed on his knees, waiting for whatever she wanted next.
"Kiss my shoes," was the next command from above and he meekly obeyed. As his
tiny lips were pressed to the tip of Hanna's right shoe, she slipped her foot
out of the other shoe and, using her large toe, flicked him away from her. He
flipped over backwards twice and felt as if he had been hit by a car. Hanna
reached out her pretty foot and placed her toes on his head. The nylon-covered
toes slid down his body to his feet than back up to his face. She repeated this
exercise several times, like petting a small animal. She loved the feel of this
tiny helpless man under her and she thought of how great it would be to have
more. The cool air blowing on her foot, damp with perspiration and redolent of
leather, also added to the sensual feel of her toes touching the prisoner
beneath them. Enjoying herself, she put her foot back in the shoe and stood tall
and defiant over the victim.
"Your kind is an infestation to this city and you belong in the sewers where you
came from," she said with power. With the toe of one shoe, she began to push the
tiny man back several inches until her foot came down, at which point she would
use the other. While being nudged with one foot and then the other, the tiny man
looked behind him to see an open sewer grate. "She's going to kick me into the
sewer!" his mind screamed in panic. His attempts to get up and run only added to
Hanna's pleasure of toying with him. He would run into the sharp leather toe of
one shoe and be kicked over to the other foot. Like a ball, he bounced between
the two huge feet until he could feel the metal grate of the sewer and smell the
hideous stench emanating from within. Looking up at the giantess one last time,
he pleaded for her not to drop him in the sewer. His mind raced with all the
things that were down there and he knew he would never survive. Rats, snakes,
alligators, and more terrors waited down there to eat him, assuming he didn't
drown first. But he saw no pity or forgiveness in the two large brown eyes that
watched him with coldness and a lust for revenge.
Positive that she would not let him go, he tried to turn and run, but the
immensity of Hanna's right foot came down from the sky like a bolt of lightning
and he ran into the side of her foot, bouncing off it and falling into one of
the openings in the grate. He hung on for dear life as she watched with pleasure
from above.
She knelt down to watch him dangling helplessly, his tiny hands gripping the
grate. "It is a terrible thing to be a victim, isn't it?" she cruelly taunted
him. "You're getting just what your deserve; I'm doing this for all the others
you robbed and violated."
"I never did it before!" he cried up to her.
Hanna's eyes narrowed to slits in anger. Shaking him to the core, she bellowed:
"Liar! I know I was not your first, but I am going to be your last!"
She stood up and he watched though the opening of the grate as the big leather
sole of her shoe blocked out everything he could see. Her giant foot descended
towards him and came down on his fingers. Hanna could barely hear his screams as
she shifted her weight to that foot, crushing his fingers. Her huge foot held
him in place and she quickly lifted it to see him. He was still holding onto the
grate, which she didn't understand. Bending down, she peered closer at him and
realized her foot had mashed his hands to the grate and he was stuck there,
suspended. She stood straight again and told him, as if he could hear over his
own screaming and crying, "Here, let me help you." Hanna placed the tip of her
right heel on top of his head and, with a slight shove, he went screaming into
the darkness of the sewer.
Hanna felt very pleased for avenging herself from here would-be muggers. As she
walked out of the alley, she looked over to the store where she bought these
wonderful shoes and couldn't believe her eyes. The store was gone and a brick
wall stood in its place. Thinking back to what the shoe store owner said to her,
she smiled and agreed. "I guess these shoes really were made for me!" Now she
could only think of the new adventures that laid ahead. There was a whole new
world to experience at her feet, and today was only the beginning.
THE END
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