It was just another night at home for Claudia. She was on her way into the kitchen, no one
was home and she was just wearing her bra, thong and black platform heels. She hated getting her feet cold on the tiled
floor in her kitchen, and these were the first shoes she saw – they were her
favourites too. She had sat on the end
of her bed, and slowly slipped her feet in, and fastened the straps.
She walked into the kitchen, shut the door behind her,
and turned on the lights. Then she saw
something that astonished her. There on the floor in the middle of the kitchen,
a tiny man was sleeping. “What’s that?”
Claudia said to herself. She slowly
walked towards the little man; as she did she saw him start to move. “It’s a tiny little man!” she let out in
surprise. They little man jumped up at
the sound of her voice.
At first Claudia just watched as the little man
started running towards the wall; "where do you think you're going? Are you trying to get away?" she
shouted. Claudia then started to follow
him – he was running full out, but she barely had to move her feet to keep up –
to her he was only running about two inches a second. "That's it, try to
escape. Let's see if you
can...". The little man is running
his fastest, but he can hear the thud of those platform heels gaining – he
turns round and glances at her – she’s hardly walking – she is barely lifting
her feet, practically shuffling along, but gaining on him easily. He can hardly see her toes resting on those
platforms, which look like 8-foot high walls to him. "Stop right there.
You know you don't stand a chance!" she shouts. "Why are you
trying to get away? Don't you like me?”
The little man stops and turns round – her right
platform is now only about ten foot from him, and she stops. “Please dont hurt me – I don’t want to
die! I’m so scared”. He then starts to cry. "You don't need to be scared if you let
me play with you a little...” Claudia bends over and beckons him to climb onto
her hand – he does, managing to climb onto her finger, and she picks him
up. "Do you think I'm going to
hurt you?" The little man replies
“No, but you could have so easily – if you hadn’t seen me I could have been
crushed under you by accident without you even noticing.” "Come with me..." Claudia then
said back to him.
Claudia opened the door to her garden – she stepped
out into the dark, her little man in her right hand. Her heels and platforms hit the concrete paving with thuds as she
walks over to the wall. She spots a
little snail, and plucks him from the wall with her left hand. Walking back to the door she squashes a
little spider that didn’t think to move out of her way. She closes the door behind her when she is
back in the kitchen.
"You see, this is when you need to be really
afraid. Watch this..." She places the snail on the floor, about an
inch in front of her right platform.
She lowers he hand, and the little man jumps back onto the floor, about
6 inches to the right of her platform.
"This little guy just doesn't stand a chance against me, does
he?" she said to him. “no, I doubt it very much” the little man
respectfully said back. "I want to
hear him squash and crunch under my foot.
I trust you not to run. Are you
watching? Just look, he's not even
trying to get away from me."
The little man looked up at her again from down here –
she is beautiful, he was thinking to himself.
She has got a perfect figure, beautiful legs, feet and toes, and those
shoes? They are so sexy. He looked at
her – her heel went up way above him – about 40ft at least, and her head – he
had to strain his neck to see her face – she must be at least 500ft tall if not
taller, and her weight? 50,000tonnes, if not 60,000. She moved so fast too – it had felt about 300mph when he was
being carried, because the wind almost blew him off her hand!
He then watched as her right foot rose to about
100ft. She angled her platform, and
brought it down slowly. The platform
was positioned so the snail was dead centre.
Her heel hit the floor first – the shock and surprise of the impact made
the little man stumble back a foot or so.
He watched as this solid 8-foot thick wall first touched the top of the
shell – the snail and its shell gave no resistance and her mighty and beautiful
foot carried on at its same speed. The
platform was thicker than the snail was tall – he saw the shell crack and fall
apart and the body inside get more and more compressed, then start to burst as
the platform slammed into the tiled floor.
"Did you hear that?" she said. She felt wet inside as she heard the
crunch. She let out a sigh of pleasure
as her foot hit the ground. She then
started to grind the remains on the floor – the little man could really feel
the vibrations as the platform moved so fast and so powerfully. He could see the heel at the back skimming
across the floor – the heel was moving 60, 70 maybe 80mph – he thought to just
be hit by that would surely be to die.
"How do you think you'd manage against
me?" She pivoted on the foot with
the paste of a snail under it, moving her left foot round so the little man was
again in front of her right foot. She
lifted her right foot about a foot off the ground (compared to the little man)
and pushed him with it. It hit him at
about 20mph. The force knocked him back
about 5ft and he fell onto his back. “I
wouldn’t stand a chance! Please no!”
"Why don't you try and run from me. Let's see how far you can get away from me..." “please no!” the little man shouted
again. She slightly raised her foot,
and he started to run.
"Hahaha...
is that the best you can do?" she booms as she slowly steps in the
same direction. “I've caught up with you already!" The little man then tried to zig-zag out of
her way by running to the right.
Stomp! Her foot lands in front
of the little man. "Think you can
try and confuse me? I don't think
so." The little man feels the rush
of displaced air as it hits the ground – he runs into the solid 8-foot wall and
bounces off – the wall of course being the platform, topped by her beautiful
and deadly toes – she then nudges him with the side of her foot – it easily
grinds across the floor towards him and again sends him flying. He lands on his back, badly bruising it.
“Please don’t kill me!” He cries out.
"I don't want to kill you...yet anyway. I'm having too much fun!
Don't try to escape as that would really make me angry, and you don't
want to see me angry, do you?"
“No, No I don’t…” he said back.
"I want you to see if you can touch my
toes." Claudia bends down and rubs her toes "Would you like to touch
them?" “Yes, I’ll do anything you want me to – please don’t kill me!” he
said back again. "Ok, lets see if you are tall enough to touch
them." He manages to get up and
walks toward her left foot. Its to
tall, so in pain he tries to jump up, but still cant reach. He takes a couple of steps back and tries
running up and jumps, and he grabs on to the top edge of the platform. "You're almost there! Just a few more millimetres..." She
shakes her foot, forcing the little man to lose his grip. He goes flying back 10 to 15-foot this time
really bruising his back this time.
“Ow….” he cries out in pain.
"Shut up! You really want
something to cry about?" She
raises her left foot and places it over the bottom half of the little man. She slowly touches until he yells in pain
again. "How does that feel? Want to cry now?" "Owww..." he cries out again. To the little man the touch feels like a ton
on top of him, but that’s nothing to the 62,000 tons she could put down on him.
"Is that a challenge? I love challenges..." She lifts her foot and places the whole sole over his entire body. "How does that feel?" She slowly starts to apply pressure....the little man’s head it pushed on its side – he can feel his ribs starting to break, and his head feels like its about to explode. He is terrified and in so much pain. "Enough pain, or do you want to feel the full extent of my weight?" she then releases the pressure for a moment, by rocking her foot back on its heel, lifting the sole to about 15 – 20-foot. "How do you feel now?" She can hear a moaning sound coming from him, but his jaw is broken and his lungs collapsed – he is having real difficulty breathing, let alone talking. "You seem to be in a bad way - how about you try and get away from me now? Hahaha!" "You seem to have given up..." She moves her left foot, puts her weight back on it, raises her right foot to about 200ft and brings it crashing down onto him in a tenth of a second. She then also stands on just her right leg and twists him into more of a paste than he already was. As it crashes down, his last few moments are of immense pain and terror, as his body bursts apart – pieces of him go flying, only to be caught under the platform and turned to a paste with the rest of him.
She then got a wet cloth, threw it to the floor,
stamped on it and moved it around with her foot, to clean the remains off her
floor, and more importantly her black platform heels.
Crushing Claudia.