This is Evil Laura's second mega story and, as far as I know, the last. I saved it from her site. I'm also posting the illustrations to this story as a separate post. If you still haven't, make sure to read her first mega story, The Early Giantess Crushes the Tiny Men. To read more about Evil Laura, click here.
[reproduction of a story originally posted to Laura's website]
"The first version of this story was dated May 3rd, 1998
July 9th, 1998 — Definitive Version
This is a fairly long story (9,300 words) so please allow the page some time to load.
Note: my first two stories (currently posted on The Shrink Series link) deal with the theme of shrinking. But on account of an over-eager boyfriend, and because I also love to be a mega giantess, I'm continuing this second story arc, in which I'm the one who grows. So, point is: I fully intend to continue to regularly add new parts to both series, don't worry. I was planning to finish this one here before distributing it, but it would have been too long a story. Better to distribute it in installments. For references about who I am and why I write this, I refer you all to my very 1st part, “The Shrinking Series I: How I Came to Be”, dated March 27th, 1997. And keep getting crushed, boys!
Mega Laura II:
The Earring-Chair
by the Goddess of Perversity Herself, a.k.a. Tormentress Supreme, Epitome of Satanic Loveliness, Towering Titaness of Destruction, Evil Seductress, Omnipotent Deity Of Destruction, Tormentress from Hell, Titanic Goddess of Terror, Evil Incarnate, Destroyer of Men, etc. (I haven't made up any of these titles — they are all sweet flatteries from my slaves; as they come up with more titles, I'll add them to the list...) & Ian
Laura turned to me and asked:
“So, didn’t I promise you a good time?”
Well, ‘turned to me’ isn’t really the best way to put it, as I was hanging from her earlobe. Laura was still gloriously naked — why bother about clothes, right? — but, for my sake, she had gotten herself an earring. Not really an earring, of course. After all, there’s nothing in her size: not clothes and certainly not earrings! She made this one for me herself. It was really just a ski lift chair that... wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. There’s so much to tell...
Let’s go back a few hours, then, to early morning. And don’t bother me about chronological order because I won’t bother about it. I’ll just hop from here to there and you follow me if you wish (I would, if I were you!).
When Laura started having fun around the city — bear in mind that, to Laura, fun means, necessarily, death, destruction, despair, these sort of things — she was carrying me in her hand. After a little rampage, though, we both agreed that this arrangement was far from ideal. For one, Laura was afraid — and so was I, believe me, so was I! — that she might accidentally crush me in her palm. Also, she felt she needed another free hand to be able to do even more devastation. And, last but not least, the truth was that I couldn’t really see much from inside her closed fist and Laura really wanted me to share with her the joys of wanton destruction and senseless murder. After all, she was doing it all for us, “to fulfill all our wildest fantasies”, as she said.
I’ll have to concede that the earring idea was not only great but it was hers too. (Hey, at this point, I’ll concede her anything! She’s a goddess, for crying out loud — and she loves me! Isn’t that enough to make any man proud?)
So, after telling me her ingenious idea, Laura ran to the nearest ski station. It wasn’t really that near and it took us almost five minutes to get there. Considering the length of her strides, that’s very far indeed. Her concern for me had just bought the city some precious breathing space... They had better use it well, because Laura would be coming back real soon!
Even though news of Laura’s initial “fun” in the city must have reached the ski station by now, everyone was acting pretty normally: cars parking, people taking their skis from the racks, going up the ski lifts, skiing down the hills... Just having their clean, innocent, healthy fun. And Laura was about to have her fun too — although I’m not quite sure I’d label her fun with those same adjectives!
Let me put it this way: I wouldn’t have wanted to be in that parking lot. (In fact, to be honest about it, as far as Laura is concerned, the only place I ever want to be is where I am now: hanging from her ear and entrenched in her heart as the man she loves!) Those early, eager skiers, on the other hand, never had a chance. Suddenly, a gorgeous giantess was upon them. Huge, higher than the sky, perfect: tanned skin, legs like sky-scrapers, a belly button you could hold swimming competitions on, firm nipples, an elegant, long neck and curly brown hair falling on her shoulders. And then, one second after that godly vision... poof! They were mush under her feet.
That must have hurt...
No, of course I’m not talking about being stepped on by Laura. C’mon, that’s a privilege. I see I haven’t talked about her feet yet, have I? They are perfect, even more perfect than the rest of her godly body — that’s how Laura is: she is more perfect than perfection itself, perfect to the umpteenth power! God knows I must have sucked and licked those feet of hers more than all the children of Africa have sucked and licked lollypops and popsicles. Oh yes, guilty as charged, I was the one who introduced her to her own feet and to the power they have over men — especially myself! She has grown to love having her feet worshipped and nothing makes me happier than when she orders me to lick her soles or when she uses her feet to be mean and...
Ok, let’s stop here or I might go on forever. Laura also walks barefoot a lot, so she has thick, yellowish soles, a color which I find particularly sexy in women’s soles. And her long toes... Well, after years of spreading them to me, she can use them almost as fingers — to my everlasting delight, of course. Laura used to feed me grapes between her toes, now she squishes tiny slaves between them... Oh my, those very same toes I have tasted so much... I used to think she was the sexiest woman alive, but now that she’s gigantic and evil, she’s managed to be even sexier! Why is her joyful viciousness so attractive?!
I got off-track, I know. She does that to me. What I was saying was: c’mon, guys, there’s so many nasty ways to die! Laura herself has become a master in making up nastier and nastier ways, but even if she didn’t exist, what do statistics say? That most of those guys on that parking lot would have had strokes, heart attacks, some kind of cancer, they would have suffered endlessly in impersonal, antiseptic hospital beds while perversely taking their families’ savings with them... And what’s the option?
Being quickly and painlessly (I’m assuming here) squished by the most sexy feet on Earth, dying in contact with Laura’s delicious flesh, and, all of this, just a second after having behold what must be one of the most beautiful sights in the world: Laura standing right over them in all her naked glory! You may criticize me, but I’ll say this: those guys were lucky, luckier than most people reading these lines will be and, certainly, luckier than most poor devils Laura met that day.
So, why did I say “that must have hurt”? Well, it’s because as pleasant a demise as they had, she never made eye contact with them. Laura was so intent on getting me my chair that she didn’t even look down. Usually, she glances at her tiny victims, she amuses herself by watching their terror build, she blows them a kiss or she waves at them, she allows her foot to hover over them for a while, wriggling her murderous toes... But, most importantly, she grants them the redeeming opportunity to realize that they are not only being murdered by a woman with a perfect body and even more perfect feet: they are also meeting their fates under the soles of a completely gorgeous woman, with a supermodel face on top of that mountain of sensuality and evilness.
Those poor men in the parking lot were denied her gracious chin, her luscious mouth drawn into a playful smile, her delicate nose and, sexiest of all, the wicked expression in her eyes. Had they had the chance to gaze upon her lovely eyes, they would have seen not only the delightful joy that streamed all through her body but also, as a very consequence of her wicked fun, their own senseless deaths reflected there.
That’s what must have hurt: being stepped on by an uncaring villainess who, even though she barely noticed you were there, killed you all the same, not even granting you the last pleasure of smiling at you as she crushes the very life out of your body. I hope they understood that Laura had much on her mind then. She just can’t honor everyone with a personalized death (that would be the ideal, I know): some end up just being squished in the crowd!
Too bad for them. Laura merely stepped on all cars and scurrying little objects in a most matter-of-fact way and moved on. Even though hundreds were dying pointlessly beneath her lethal soles (she loves the feeling of the bodies cracking), she was visibly not enjoying herself. I could tell from looking at her face that Laura was just being mechanically evil, because that’s her nature and because, as a naturally evil woman turned into a giantess, it was just natural for her to kill everyone on sight and never stop to think about it. (Don’t ask me why, but that makes me love her even more!)
In a way, this can even be considered a milestone in Laura’s development as that day progressed: for the first time, she wasn’t killing people for the hell of it, for fun or out of a whim. No, Laura now had a goal in mind! Obviously, the fact that she was now a gigantic villainess with a goal in mind made absolutely no difference at all to men and women being slaughtered down below...
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What happens next is the most cogent argument in favor of my earring-chair: following her own plan, Laura quickly located the central power plant of the ski station and then, guess what she did? Yes, that’s right: despite my frantic shouting and waving and squirming (after all, it was my life on the line too, not to mention the life of the woman I loved!), she nevertheless plunged her blood-covered foot right into the power plant. If I had had my chair by then, I would have cautioned her not to step on it, but how could she hear my tiny man’s voice when I was way down here in her hand? There’s so many things she could have done just to be on the safe side, such as throwing snow over it, or a big rock, anything, that I won’t even list them — when you’re a giantess, your possibilities are endless.
How pathetic would it be for the world’s meanest and sexiest woman (and her lover, let’s not forget her lover!) to die of a pedestrian electric shock before she could even break the mark of a thousand victims? Now that I have my earring-chair, I can always advise her against this or that foolish action — although, to be fair, this is almost unnecessary. Laura is very bright, she only gets carried away a little when she wants to be too evil too fast to too many people. But I sure can forgive her that! Mostly I use the chair to tip her off about some occasional fleeing man she might have missed, some thing she might do to make a bad situation even worse to her hapless victims and, also, for special requests... After all, nothing arouses me like watching her evilness at work!
Everything turned out ok, though — for us, of course! Thank Her Laura was so huge the electric shock did nothing to her. The power died — along with a few technicians stepped on, but who cares? — and the ski lifts and funiculars stopped dead in mid-air like ripe fruits just waiting to be plucked.
Laura chuckled and I decided against telling her of my misgivings about her rash action. This was not the time for lectures: the evil chuckle indicated that Laura was ready to have fun again and someone somewhere was going to pay for it. Mischievously she approached the nearest ski lift and took a good look at all the people hanging there:
“Hi, folks. My name is Laura and I’m sorry to interrupt your skiing entertainment. But don’t worry, it will only be a minute.”
Her smile was broad and sincere, her eyes were radiant and she was all sweetness. Laura was doing her cute girl approach. Boy, was that bad! She’s never meaner and more vicious than when she starts off sweetly. Laura kept smiling at them and moved her gaze from chair to chair, savoring their terror one by one. Some were already screaming but most were still just sitting tight, in silent dread.
“Of course, at the end of that minute, you will all be dead, but, nevertheless, it will only take a minute...”
That was their cue and Laura giggled pleasantly as she watched real terror kicking in. As surreal as the situation was, survival is the most basic of instincts and although no one there really understood what was going on, they all instinctively knew she meant every single one of her sweetly voiced words. Somehow that stunningly gorgeous woman standing naked in front of them had grown to unnatural size and for some reason known only to her devious mind she was going to kill all of them. It was that simple. A woman any of those men would have done anything to date was staring at them with the sweetest expression on her face — happiness in her eyes and joy in her smile, looking content with herself like the cutest of little girls — and pronouncing their death-sentence as casually as if talking about the weather.
Oh yes, sheer terror had definitely dawned on them and suddenly everyone was shouting louder and louder, and moving around and rocking their chairs in midair. It was a beautiful thing to see — I’m talking about Laura, of course, and how she giggled and seemed to relish at every scream of panic. As for myself, I couldn’t stand it any longer: Laura’s deliciously pleased features did it for me. I had been rock hard for hours and if I didn’t do something fast for my dick’s sake, I was afraid it would simply give up on me and wither away. Laura noticed immediately that I had begun rubbing myself against her palm — remember, I was still caught inside her closed fist — and she looked down at me and smiled. It wasn’t the sweet smile, thank Her, but the naughty one, the one that meant she loved me and knew I loved her. If she gives me the cute smile, I’ll be the one panicking! That’s almost a death sentence!
Appropriately enough, her smiled changed again from wicked to nice and she turned to her hanging audience:
“I think it’s only fair that you know why you will die. Really,” she said, with genuine concern, “it’s the least I can do...”
She raised her hand and opened her fist, putting me right before all those people. Yeah, Laura can really be naughty: she knew exactly what I had been doing there inside her fist. It was a most awkward situation and she did what any woman would have done: she laughed — and take my word for it, her laughter (especially when she’s laughing at me) is very sexy!
The skiers didn’t know what to do. First, they stopped screaming and squirming to stare at me, pants down, caught in the middle of frantic masturbation. Then, Laura laughed and, in spite of how sexy her laughter is, by now they had also guessed that her laughter is usually a prelude to pretty bad things — I wonder if that’s why I find it so sexy...
Well, her wicked laughter was a good incentive but the situation was just too embarrassing and I let go of my dick. Before I could pull up my pants, though, Laura boomed:
“Why did you stop? I thought you were paying homage to your goddess! Continue!”
Easier said than done but I had never masturbated to an audience before and all that awkwardness had already caused my dick to dwindle considerably. Laura realized that and gave me some encouragement:
“Don’t be embarrassed, darling! Because of them?” She shot the skiers a mocking glance “Never mind them. They’re dead already.” She brought me closer to her beautiful face and cooed: “Do you really think an evil villainess like me would spare any of them? The only point of their existence is my fun — and maybe yours...” She giggled and that’s exactly what my dick needed to hear. It began to grow in my hands and Laura gave it one further incentive, by pointing her enormous index finger at it and touching it as lightly as she could: “That’s how I like it. Resume your worshipping fast, little man, or you may be next!”
Ok, that was it. Fuck the audience, fuck the little old lady in purple mittens, fuck the sandy kid with the snowboard: I had to do it now!
So, as I masturbated furiously and Laura kept her palm up and open so that everyone could watch it, she went on:
“Let me introduce you. This is Ian, my boyfriend. I love him and he loves me. The fact that I’m evil and that I’m going to kill you all turns him on completely. He’s now paying homage to me. Isn’t that nice? Obviously, we can’t have sex anymore so that’s how he proves his love to me. I prove my love to him by doing sexy things like killing innocent people in ski lifts. So, relax, your deaths will be sexy: I’ll be aroused, he’ll be aroused, we’ll both be very happy afterwards...”
Panic was back and they were once again screaming and squirming. Now I wasn’t paying much attention to it, though, until one young man stood up in one of the lifts. He had his pants down and a huge boner in this groin:
“If we pay homage to you too, will you spare us?” He shouted from the top of his lungs.
Laura eyed him playfully:
“What a big toy you have there! What is it doing there? Is it for me?”
He just nodded nervously. There was a middle-aged woman sitting on the lift next to him and the expression on her face was just the most perfect blend of utter terror and total embarrassment I have ever seen. Hilarious.
Laura made an “o” with her lips and pretended to be shocked:
“To moi? But I said I was going to kill you all, I obviously have no regard for your life and feelings and still...” She paused and added, sweetly: “And still you desire me?”
He nodded again and Laura was even more entertained:
“So you like evil women?” She teased “Does my sexy evilness turn you on?”
He was motionless, but his erection was still there, throbbing:
“Unfortunately,” She said sternly as she motioned her big hand in his direction “I gave you no permission to be turned on by my evilness! You’re supposed to be frightened, not aroused, and I won’t allow you to spoil my fun!”
Her perfect hand was almost on top of him and it was obvious what was going to happen next. As he looked at those sexy fingers closing in over him, those perfectly manicured nails and that soft palm, he made one last, desperate, frantic attempt to live:
“But you’re so beautiful and sexy, you’re the most desirable woman I have ever seen! How can I not be aroused by you?”
Those huge fingers were frozen there in midair around him like a giant spider waiting for the right moment to jump on its prey. Laura just laughed:
“You can’t! It’s all so unfair, isn’t it?”
Now, she wasted no time. Laura likes to have the last word and before he could retort she closed her delectable fingers around his ski lift chair (hmm... I have also sucked those fingers so many times...) and crushed him. Oh, and not only him: the poor embarrassed lady was crushed too, of course.
Finally, the last frightened look on the woman’s face did it for me and I orgasmed all over Laura’s palm. She was so busy with her current victims, though, that she didn’t even comment on it. The other skiers were now in dead silence as Laura strained her pulse muscles to crush the ski chair as much as possible:
“Hmm... This feels so good!” She purred and, for a second, I thought she meant my hot fluids all over her palm but she obviously meant the two people being compressed to death inside her other hand. When she opened her fingers, all that was left to show was a tiny metal ball lying on her soft skin: “Here!” Laura gloated, triumphantly “You can barely tell that there’s two people inside this, one of whom was aroused just a second ago... Isn’t this fascinating? The moment before, masturbating, the moment after, crushed...”
She grinned and looked at me:
“And you? Done?”
I nodded. She put me on the floor, cleared the goo from one hand and the blood from the other in the snow, flicked her tiny metal ball all the way to Australia and picked me up again.
“So,” she asked, eyeing the poor skiers “where was I before such a rude interruption?”
Silence. I think they had probably gone through the seven stages of grief now and were finally on acceptance. Laura wouldn’t accept their silence, though:
“Please, people” she asked, shaking her head “I have asked a nice, polite question.” And then she added, half serious, half joking: “Don’t make me do anything that might cause Ian here to jerk off on my hand again!”
They took it very seriously:
“You were saying” volunteered a shaking woman “how you love your boyfriend and how he loves you and...” The woman choked.
“And...?” coached Laura, thoroughly amused. “C’mon, don’t be shy! What’s your name?”
She wasn’t shy, she was just totally terrified and Laura knew that better than anyone — that’s what she was so amused about! This next sentence took a while to come out, but it finally did, under the watchful stare of Laura, savoring every word of it:
“My name is Pamela” muttered the shaky woman “and you were about to tell us why you are going to kill us.”
Laura gleamed:
“Well done, Pamela. That’s exactly it.” and Laura motioned her gigantic hand in her direction just as she had done with the other skier. Verbalizing the fateful sentence, though, had taken its toll of Pamela’s nerves and she apparently had none left: she shrieked, jumped from her seat, raised her arms, tried to take a step back, tripped on her own skis and fell.
To everyone’s surprise, Laura’s hand was there to catch the falling woman:
“What’s your problem?!” Laura asked, sounding incredulous “I wasn’t going to hurt you.” And she giggled: “Where did you get this crazy notion from?”
Pamela was shaking so much on Laura’s palm I was afraid she was going to faint: “What you did took some guts, Pam. May I call you Pam? Anyway, I respect that — even though you seem to have lost those guts now. Just don’t loose control over your bladder or you’re a goner!”
Delicately, Laura put the woman on the snow and said: “You’re spared. After all, someone has to survive to tell the tales, to spread the legend, right?” She handed the woman her skis: “Are you skis all right? You’re shaking too much. Can you make it down there?”
The woman just nodded nervously as she put on her skis and Laura ordered: “Go, go! Or I might decide somebody else is more deserving to be spared!”
Slowly, Pamela begun skiing down the mountain and Laura turned her head back towards the others, raising her index finger to her lips as if asking for silence and winking mischievously. Then, slowly, she raised her big foot over the lonely skier (obviously, no one else was skiing anymore, save our very nervous Pamela) and we were all painfully aware of what was going to happen next. I, for one, had an instant boner again.
Laura kept turning her head back and forth, both to smile at her hanging audience and also to follow the skier’s path with her foot. It was a marvelous vision: that enormous, delicious foot slowly moving in the sky like a blimp, following every curve the poor woman did, ready to come down crashing at her at any time.
Gosh, I love her, I thought. No one can excite me like you can, Laura. It’s moments like this that make me realize that she was the woman for me, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my days with and to be the mother of my kids. I looked at her foot hovering in the sky and I wondered how could something so gorgeous and tasty be at the same time so deadly and evil. But then, the same could be said of her entire self, not only her feet: Laura was all beauty and evil, perfection and deadliness. A killer combination.
She was now wriggling her delectable toes, which is always a bad sign — although a most beautiful sight to watch. It meant her wicked toes were already tingling in anticipation of the carnage. Like a rabid dog, they had acquired a certain taste for blood that needed to be satiated. I specially loved it when she raised her big toe while lowering the other ones. Franco Saudelli, that great Italian artist, calls this an Andalusian Spree. I call it the most wonderful thing I have ever seen.
If poor Pamela had missed that huge shadow looming over her, the movement of Laura’s toes finally gave it away. She looked back over her shoulder and, at the sight of that sole over her, she was so stunned she almost fell. Meanwhile, the tempo of the wriggling of Laura’s toes had increased: she wouldn’t wait much longer before bringing it down with murderous intent.
Looking at her big foot — or “my personal murder weapon”, as she had affectionately dubbed it ever since our harmless days of fantasizing in bed — I wondered if such a work of aesthetic perfection wasn’t meant just to be adored and kissed, admired and worshipped, never to be used to such unaesthetic purposes such as, say, devastation, destruction and death. But probably what I love the most about Laura is how she can reconcile both extremes and be, at the same time, a maker of beauty — by her sheer existence and by her walking around in the world — and also a maker of misery — through her use of her divine body, especially her two “personal murder weapons”...
Finally, again to everyone’s surprise — and to my bitter disappointment — she withdrew her murder weapon and confided to her audience: “I was only going to step on her if she fell. You know, if she was really so nervous she couldn’t ski down this hill, then she wasn’t as brave as I had thought and maybe she didn’t deserve to be spared after all...” And she added, enthusiastically: “Did you notice how my wriggling of my toes almost made her fall? Boy, at that moment I wanted to crush her so bad that I was close to stepping on her anyway! But she didn’t fall and I let her go... After all, someone has to tell the tale!”
Faced with those none too reassuring words, no one said anything and Laura went on to do a bit of theorizing:
“Watch and learn, my darlings. That’s what being evil is all about: the pointlessness of it. Everyone does “evil” things once in a while, given that there’s a good reason for doing it. Even killing can be legal and fair according to circumstances. If a woman is abused by a man, becomes a giantess and then kills him, does that make her evil? Of course not, that’s just revenge! What a pedestrian reason to kill someone!”
She approached a couple of teenagers in a lift:
“No, my friends, real evil — the evilness that’s sexy and attractive — is random and pointless. Pamela wasn’t spared because I liked her and you won’t die because I don’t like you. I have nothing against you. Think about me as if I’m a force of nature, a hurricane, an earthquake: some live, some die, that’s it. The only difference is that, now, life and death will be decided by my whims. I’ll kill you because I can and because it’s fun and for no other reason.”
Laura giggled and pointed her finger at the male teenager:
“Have you thought about this, sonny? That you’ll die just because I enjoy being evil? Just because you happened to be here at the same time as I am? That if some other woman had woken up today as a giantess she might be helping to build houses for the homeless? But as it was me and I had always fantasized about being an evil giantess, I’m going around killing people? That—
She interrupted herself to point at him again, more specifically at his groin:
“Is it possible? You too? Am I really this hot?” And she giggled: “Remember that I gave you no permission to be aroused by me!”
“If I’m going to die anyway...” He replied, while touching his groin, and was instantly smacked by the girl next to him.
“Is he your boyfriend?” Laura asked the girl.
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“He was!” She answered, angrily “He’s despicable!”
Laura eyed her suspiciously:
“Why? Because he’s aroused by my sensuality?”
The girl — she had some guts — looked back at Laura, smartly evaded the second question: “I wouldn’t know about that!” and added: “But he should be supportive right now, we’re in this madness together... and, look at him! The freak is masturbating!”
Laura smiled: “What’s your name?”
“Janice.”
“Would you like me to finish him off now, Janice?”
She turned sideways to check on her former boyfriend. He had pulled his pants down and he was openly masturbating now, staring at Laura with a stupid look in his face. Janice was so disgusted at this that she said: “Sure, why not?”
There was no reaction from him. Apparently, he had already accepted his fate and all he wanted from life was a good jerk off. Laura grinned:
“Great!” She thought for a minute and asked: “Did he ever kiss or pamper your feet?”
“No.” Janice replied “I remember we went to this party once and my feet were killing me, and he refused to even massage my feet. He said he knew a guy who liked kissing women’s feet and he thought that was gross!”
Laura looked disappointed now: “So you have never felt a man’s tongue between your toes? Poor baby! Take off your skis and boots and socks!”
Janice looked at him more and more disgusted as she obeyed Laura’s orders: “Whatever you’re going to do, do it fast. I don’t want this creep jerking on me!”
“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll never jerk off again.” Laura gently touched his dick with the tip of her finger until something went snap. The guy immediately began to cry and blood was now pouring from this groin.
“That must hurt!” Janice observed, with no particular concern in her voice.
“Don’t worry, we’ll put him out of his misery soon enough... Quick, shut him up with your toes! That’s the best way to silence a man short of killing him!”
The guy’s mouth was so wide open that Janice managed to squeeze both her feet inside. His cries were gagged for a while and the girl said:
“This isn’t much fun, really.”
“Of course.” Considered Laura “He’s more concerned with his pain than with properly servicing you. Well, let’s get this over with. Place one foot on his face — you’ll see how nice it feels to have a man’s face beneath your toes — and push him overboard. Kick him with the other foot if you have to.”
The man was totally reactionless. As the feet were taken off his mouth, he began screaming again and, slowly, the girl managed to push him out using both her saliva-soaked feet. Laura caught him in midair:
“Well, so he said kissing a woman’s feet was gross, huh?”
Laura sat down on the snow, placed the screaming man between her toes and put her big feet before the girl:
“Can you see him fine?” Janice nodded. “I’ll try to clench my toes together real slowly, it’s a show worth watching. You can talk to him if you want...”
With all the pressure from Laura’s clenching her toes, he had stopped screaming and I was able to hear the girl’s voice:
“Greg, what a pathetic end. After so many months refusing to even massage my foot, you’re going to die between toes! And with a broken dick!!” She began to laugh and she was even extending her feet toward Greg when he finally popped. “Wow!” She said.
“Did you like it?” Asked Laura, rising from the snow.
“He deserved it...”
There was an awkward silence and the girl asked:
“What about me?”
It was Laura’s turn to laugh:
“Don’t be mistaken, sweetheart. You’re still on the same boat. I just allowed you to have some fun before the end! Now sit down and enjoy the show!”
She was too smart to retort and she began to put her socks on:
“What are you doing?” Laura asked.
“Well, I didn’t want to complain or anything, but my feet are soaking wet with saliva and it’s cold...”
Laura granted us all with one more delicious laughter:
“I like you! Ok, I’ll give you another gift. The fact that you never had your feet worshipped touched me.”
And then she turned to me:
“My dearest, you can’t suck my toes anymore, as much as we would both enjoy it, so I’ll have to allow you to suck other women’s feet. Would you like to help Janice keep her feet warm?”
“She’s cute.” I said “If you have no problem with it...”
“Of course not!” Laura placed me on the vacant spot near the girl “Janice, I’ll lend you my expert foot worshipper. He’ll introduce you to pleasures you’ve never dreamed of. If he can’t do it, no one can!”
And there I went, to lick a strange woman’s feet. I have to admit I enjoyed it — and so did Janice. Within a few minutes, she had all but forgotten Laura’s threats and she even had a favorite: she kept asking me to suck her piggy toe and to roll it inside my mouth. Her feet tasted fine, but nothing like Laura’s, of course.
“Well, it’s time for the so delayed explanation. As you already know so well, that one over there happily licking Janice’s feet is Ian, my boyfriend. I have been carrying him around in my hand and that’s really uncomfortable. So I have decided to take one of your chairs and make it into an earring. That way he’ll be able to sit by my ear and talk to me. Isn’t this a lovely idea?” she purred.
The skiers just keep silent:
“Guys, guys, no one is nodding... You know, I can just take one chair and leave and no one has to get hurt... On the other hand...”
Then, she interrupted herself:
“Ops, there goes one!” A skier had jumped from his chair and was trying to escape. But the same soft early morning snow that had saved him from dying in the fall had trapped him into a hole.
“Now that’s a stupid man! He may have jeopardized all your lives. Wait a second, I’ll take care of him.”
Laura raised her colossal foot over him and, as always, wriggled her lovely toes in the air before stomping down. Janice’s toes were real nice and all but I couldn’t miss that. There he was, still trying to climb out of the hole, looking up, mesmerized... And suddenly there was a big toe across my eyes:
“Please don’t stop.” Janice begged.
“I’m sorry,” I said “I just have to watch this... There’s nothing I like more than watching Laura being evil with her feet...”
“Hmmm...” Now it was Janice’s turn to purr “I bet you have already watched her stepping on scores of people... But you’re my foot licker just for now... Suck my big toe, please...”
I have to admit that was flattering. She had had barely five minutes of foot worship and she was already addicted to it. Besides, I thought, she was the one who had taunted her boyfriend right until he was squished into paste... I resumed sucking her big toe and she said, as if reading my mind:
“Don’t you think I’m attractive too? I can be evil... That big toe you’re sucking was right in my boyfriend’s face as I pushed him to his death... You have no idea how I enjoyed doing that!” As the tempo of my sucking and licking increased she screamed of pleasure: “Wow! I’m getting to you, am I not? I promise you that if I were a giantess, I would be even meaner than your girlfriend..."
“What would you do?” I asked, taking her toe out of my mouth.
“Don’t stop.” She retorted, pushing her big toe into my mouth again. “Keep sucking and I’ll tell you!”
And so I did and so she did. She had a vivid imagination and, guess what, the more evil the fantasies she narrated, the tastier her feet became!
Meanwhile, to the other evil woman on the premises, evil deeds weren’t just fantasies anymore. But Laura thought better of it and decided not to grant that stupid man with a death beneath her soles. She picked him up between her thumb and her index finger and showed him to the hanging skiers:
“This guy here was just trying to survive.” She lectured “Very understandable. The problem is that he was trying to survive the wrong way.”
Laura showed the wriggling man to all the skiers, moving him from here to there: “You see, as I’m the one who decides who lives and who dies, the right way to survive is to agree with me. When I say nod, you nod. Understood?”
Finally, Laura brought him to her face: “I said nod and you jumped. Wrong.”
She closed her fist on him but didn’t crush him right away: “So,” Laura asked her audience, once again “wasn’t it a good idea?”
By their terrified faces, they couldn’t even remember what idea she was talking about, but they all nodded enthusiastically, and said what a great idea it was and etc. Laura raised her closed fist, the captive skier still inside, and laughed:
“Good boys!”
And, as she said that, she slowly crushed the man in her fist and they could all hear his screams and the sounds of his bones cracking and the blood beginning to drip. Some where still petrified by that scene when she said:
“Excuse me.”
And she sank her hand into the snow, to clean out the blood. Laura was always such a cleanliness freak!
“It looks like another tiny man is gone...” Laughed Janice, her toes still in my mouth “How I would have loved to do that...” And she sighed. It seemed I had stumbled into another naturally evil woman... It was too good to be true... “That’s it... Your tongue between my toes feels just as good as your girlfriend said it would... Don’t stop... Do you think I could be as evil as she is? That I would be doing what’s she’s doing if I were his size?” She cooed and warned me: “Don’t talk. Run your tongue through the whole extension of my sole if you believe me.” I did and she giggled “Good... I wish I had some tiny men under my power too...”
How could I stop worshipping her feet? I was almost in love with her!
Meanwhile, Laura moved her head closer to her audience again and smiled in an almost blushing kind of way:
“Well, thanks, I know it was a nice idea, but somehow, the compliment means a lot more coming from you...”
They all keep nodding and shouting words of encouragement, and Laura giggled. As she seemed amused by their feedback, they shouted even more. The poor bastards were simply not getting the picture: the last thing they wanted was to amuse Laura, for there was only one way of truly amusing her...
Anyway, she seemed very happy and totally satisfied with their responses. And that’s what counted, right?
“You’re all so cute...” She blurted “I wish I could take care of each of you individually but I don’t have the time... Let me tell you what I’ll do then. I’ll just grab the empty chair I need, ok? My guess is that the lines will break and you will all fall to the ground, but... who knows, it might hold. If it does, you’re free and safe. And, even if it breaks and you fall... Well, as you have just seen, falling on such soft snow doesn’t kill anyone...”
“So, is it a deal?” Laura asked, and they all cheered and shouted “yeah!”s and “yes”s. Hope is such a beautiful thing, I thought, while sucking Janice’s toes, especially when so terribly misplaced.
“She isn’t going to keep her word, is she?” Remarked Janice and I shrugged. How could I know? Laura was unpredictable “I wouldn’t.” Stated Janice “Wouldn’t you like to be squished under my feet?” She teased me -- all this time, her toes were in my mouth -- and I nodded. Janice giggled: “Yeah, I’m sure you would... Keep sucking...”
Laura put her hands on her hips and smiled: “Start thinking of what you’ll tell your grandkids, because it looks like you are going to make it after all... I can almost hear your tales of when you met that terrible, gorgeous giantess and how you made through it in one piece!” She smirked “Feel free to embellish it as much as you want, I won’t be there to correct you anyway...”
And then she stopped, and just stood there, watching them, her eyes gleaming. They were really already considering themselves survivors and you could see the calm coming back to them, and the couples talking to each other in comforting terms, and the general sense of relief in the air. In the middle of all this, if they looked at Laura — and they all did — they could easily misinterpret the gleam in her eyes for mercy. But Laura has no mercy. The rapture in her eyes was being caused by their rising hope. She enjoys allowing her victims’ hope build even more than she likes watching their terror grow. Meeting Laura was an emotional roller coaster: she delighted in taking her victims from sheer terror to hope, from arousal to jealousy, but, after all was said and done, they were just that: her victims, and the end of the story was always the same...
“And make sure you mention how smart I’m too. I’m not just a gorgeous body with evil intents! I have a mind as well!”
There was a couple in front of me actually kissing themselves of sheer relief. Laura’s next words, though, froze them in their places once again:
“Wait, this is not right!” She raised a hand to her chin “You are getting by far the best of this bargain. If the lines hold, you win. If the lines break, you fall to the soft snow and you also win. When do I win?”
Laura brought her face closer to them and raised one of her perfectly drawn eyebrows. I love her when she does that!
“Are you trying to cheat on me or something? I want to have a chance to finish your miserable lives too! What’s the fun if there’s no risk?”
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That seemed to excite Janice too, and she pushed her toes further into my mouth: “Suck them, slave! As long as you have my toes in your mouth, I feel no fear, I feel powerful! Go on!” So, that’s what I was? Her emotional defense against fear? Whatever. A woman with such feet and with such wicked ideas could use me for anything she wanted.
The skiers, however, apparently hadn’t yet grasped the full meaning of Laura’s words. The power of their recent hope was still too powerful. Laura would see to that...
“Here’s a slight change in the deal, then.” Proposed Laura. “If the cables hold, you’re home free, as I said. But if you fall, I’ll have another shot at your puny lives. See that hill over there?” And she pointed with her eyes to a near-by beginner’s snowy hill “If you fall, I’ll grab that hill and drop it over you!”
The screams were slowly gaining momentum again, under the careful stare of her gleaming brown eyes. It seems that some of them were finally realizing that the gleam was pure evil, no mercy. I could almost feel the shiver of pleasure rushing through her body as she purred:
“Brrrr... Brrrr...” Laughed Laura “This is going to be cool, isn’t it? Cool and cold! Boy, I wouldn’t want to be in your ski boots! All alone under tons of snow and dirt, surrounded by darkness and despair until you slowly, very slowly run out of air and suffocate... Can you picture the despair of your last moments as you feel the weight of the snow over you, your lungs begging for some air and you inhale and all that comes is dirt?!” She laughed again, heartily and sincerely “Wow, what a great way to kill people! Delicious!”
Laura then turned to me:
“So, you like it?” As I still had a mouthful of toes, I only nodded and Laura smirked at Janice “You can stop licking now, Ian. I think our friend here has already gotten a pretty good picture of what it feels like to be worshipped...”
Carefully, Janice withdrew her toes and they made a big “pop” as they left my willing mouth. Laura picked me up and put me on her palm again. All around us, hell was breaking loose.
“So, like my idea?”
I kissed her thumb and said: “It’s your call, you’re the evil giantess... Whatever amuses you...”
She smiled at me and stroked my head lightly with the tip of her tongue. Janice, from her ski lift, was looking at me with lonely eyes, and I pleaded to Laura: “Can you spare Janice? She’s a nice girl, I’m asking you please—
I didn’t have time to say anything else. Neither did Janice. In an incredibly fast movement, Laura grabbed the girl, dropped her on the snow and stepped on her with such violence that her big foot sunk several yards into the snow. Laura had never disposed of anyone that fast or that violently before. Usually she allowed them last words or last screams and she likes to step on them slowly to feel their bones cracking. Janice was a first on both counts. Those delicious toes I had in my mouth just a second ago, I could still taste them!, were already mush and snow.
“So,” I complained “that’s what I mean to you, huh? The very first thing I ask you and that’s your reaction?!”
Laura brought me even closer to her face and spoke, both sternly and lovingly: “Get this, Ian. I love you and I’ll grant you almost any wish. But because I love you, I can’t allow any slut to have her toes sucked by you and walk away to tell the story. You’re my man and mine only. I liked this Janice girl, I was really going to let her go, but from the minute her toes entered your mouth, she was dead. Deader than dead! If you wanted to plea for her life, you should have done so before she signed her death warrant! From that moment on, as she was already dead, I couldn’t possibly grant any requests to spare her. Dead is dead. Understood?”
“I understand it.” I muttered, disgusted “Now. Couldn’t you have said all this to me before?”
Laura sneered at me: “No, darling. For starters, just because I love you, that doesn’t mean I have to be fair with you, does it? After all, I have a reputation of evilness to uphold. And besides, I only decided she was dead when I saw the look of pleasure on both your faces. You have no idea how mad I was. The only reason I didn’t squat her right then was fear of hurting you. No one will have that much pleasure with my boyfriend!”
Yeah, but it was a pity nevertheless: “Ok, get this over with and let’s go!”
Her smiled seemed to engulf me and she breathed: “You’re the boss!”
During this brief interlude, the skiers terror had risen again to full height. Laura contemplated all them with joy in her eyes and said:
“I just had a minor quarrel with the man I love and I need something to lift my spirits! Thank you guys for being there for me: the mere thought of you all slowly suffocating to death will give me immense pleasure! What a fun way to kill slaves!”
And she took a step closer, still radiant: “But don’t worry! There’s always the chance a rescue team will show up!”
They were all panicking again, and Laura giggled and waved a hand at them:
“Ok, ok, I allow you to panic. Damn it, I even enjoy it...”
That was it. Amidst all the crying and despairing, she chose a chair and pulled it. Needless to say, she put a lot more strength on the gesture than she needed to, but still the lines held. There were sighs of relief everywhere, except from Laura:
“You’re breaking the rules again, you little shits!” She roared, upset as I had seldom seen her before “Things are supposed to happen as I want them to happen!” With that said, she took a karate chop at the cables and they obviously broke.
The temptation of all the little scurrying people on the snow was too much for an enraged Laura:
“Feel my big foot, you all!” She snarled, as she stepped on them “Die! Die!”
And then, something snapped inside her head and her moods changed again:
“Breaking the rules again, huh? No, no easy way out to you! My soles are too good and too fast for you. Suffocation is more fun!”
Again moving quickly, she dropped me on the snow, grabbed the hill with both her arms and let it fall on the remaining skiers. As if that wasn’t enough, she went back for the rest of the hill and threw it on top of the pile.
“Enough?” She asked me.
“More than enough.” I nodded.
Laura was exhilarated, ecstatic: “Think they’re alive down there?”
“Sure. The ones who weren’t stepped on, of course. The fall was light and the dirt and the snow didn’t fall so heavily upon them either.”
Instantly, her happiness turned into disappointment:
“So, you think they’ll make it?”
“Well, the dirt is loose and there’s always the chance they’ll be able to dig their way out. And also, a rescue team might arrive, as you pointed out — even though rescue teams are probably busy enough repairing the damage you’ve done to the city!”
She looked just like a child denied candy:
“I want them to die horribly! I think I’ll just sit on it and get it over wit–
“Wait!” I said. “I have an idea. Why don’t you just tap it lightly with your foot? Don’t put enough weight to crush them, just make a “denser” pile... This way they will still be alive down there, but the ground will be thicker and it will be harder for them to dig their way out...”
Her smile was so broad and happy I almost forgot she was pleased about the murder of dozens of innocents:
“What would I do without you?”
“You’d sure have a smaller body count.”
Laura tapped the dirt gently, her sexy foot once more being used for evil purposes, while she smiled at me all the time.
“Happy now?”
“Couldn’t be happier!” She assured me, and showed me the ski lift chair that had cost so many people their lives: “Now all we have to do is to find a locksmith who would sharpen the end of this chair, sharp enough that it would pierce my lobe and stay there. I can’t wait to have you on my ear, talking to me... I can barely hear you from there...”
She began to walk away and her mind was already wandering:
“This locksmith... If he does a good job, how should I reward him?”
“How about not killing him?” I suggested.
Laura giggled at me and shook her hand: “Don’t be silly! I’m serious!”
As she walked back towards the city, the day still young, she mused:
“Would allowing him to lick my feet before killing him be too much of a reward? I don’t want him to die conceited...!”
And that’s the story of how I got this convenient earring-chair on which I’m seated right now. If you’re curious about the locksmith, let me just say that he had a reward that Laura herself considered to be above and beyond the value of his services, but she was feeling generous at the time. He screamed all through the end, though, in a clear show of ingratitude and Laura decided that tiny people are just ungrateful by nature.
Now, where was I? Oh my Goddess, I really lost track of time, didn’t I? All the way back in the first line Laura had turned to me and asked:
“So, didn’t I promise you a good time?”
Yes, she did promise. And yes, she did fulfill that promise in a most complete, Goddess-like way. But I’ll have to save the details for later. Don’t worry. There are plenty of other stories. This was just the very first one and I guarantee you that Laura has plenty of imagination and that her evilness and sensuality knows no bounds.
There’s definitely more to come! I know because I was blissfully there and I witnessed everything...
(to be continued for sure...!)
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Good old Word takes care of spelling mistakes but the Evil Queen Laura fortunately is not American and her native tongue is not English. So, if you find awkward sentences, usage mistakes and common expressions used out of their normal context... Well, that's your problem! ! And my deepest thanks to Mr.Floorplan, who's helped me a lot with the revision of this story, proof-reading, etc!"
