Little King (15)

Queen Eleanor looked down sadistically at the minuscule, broken man before her. If had looked like an ugly rodent before, he certainly could have been mistaken for one now. The 2-inch tall creature looked like a man, but was bent and frail, the perfect test subject for a potentially fatal concoction. His naked, balding form looked up at her with what Eleanor was sure was a look of awe and amazement at her own, perfect, nude body. If she had considered him a person, she might have thought that he was getting turned on by her, but the blonde held herself in far too high a regard to elevate Hamel to her own species.

The man himself could feel the lack of concern on the Queen's dazzling blue eyes as she grinned. The room suddenly felt cold, even for Hamel who was used to the freezing days in the dark chamber. As if the Queen's presence was somehow radiating and icy chill.

' Well, Hamel, what do you say?' Eleanor asked, as if he had any choice in the matter, 'Are you ready to serve your Queen?'

The man could only nod, and that was all that Eleanor had wanted. She smiled and Hamel's penic shot to attention. He blushed an unhealthy red, his deathly pale skin allowing the rich shade to be overdone, but before he could muster an apology for his embarrassment, the Queen's hand was already racing towards him.

Her powerful, slender fingers wrapped around his legs and torso, constricting him like a serpent. Hamel yelped as he felt his minuscule member slip between two of the gorgeous giantess's digits, pinned in place as he was whisked into the air.

'Now, I have seen that you can survive a fall from a table, which could happen frequently for something as small as you, and you even managed to recover from my little flick,' Eleanor thought aloud. She had turned on her heels and had begun to pace the hovel of Hamel's work chamber, her hand holding the tiny alchemist in front of her chest.

The man had no complaints about the arrangement as he watched the beautiful woman's sumptuous right breast wobble and bounce with each step. He was only the size of her areola, and could appreciate every sliver of movement in the immense mound of flesh. He thought he was in heaven, so frequently had he fantasized about his goddess.

He had no idea how wrong he was.

'But we need to see how you fare in other common situations that may arise for a little runt like you,' Eleanor said, pouting a little as he brought Hamel up to look him in the eyes. Her doll-like face was almost too perfect to conceive, her sharp cheekbones somehow soft and feminine.

'I … I might …' Hamel stammered in his excitement.

'What? What might you suggest as your next test, little one?' Eleanor asked.

'I might … I might get sat on, your Highness, if I wasn't careful,' Hamel stammered, blushing again as the words left his mouth, his still trapped penis getting hard between the Queen's fingers. He slowly raised his head and met the giantess's gaze. She wasn't laughing at him. A good sign, Hamel thought.

'True, but why would anyone let you on the furniture?' she frowned, shattering the creature's vision of being under her gorgeous derriere, 'But you may we'll get stepped on.'

Hamel's heart leapt as he was released from the Queen's grip, falling once more towards the uncaring, stone floor. He almost felt like he was used to the sensation, as if falling before had prepared him for it, but that was quickly forgotten. The moment he hit the ground, the sensation of all of his bones breaking at the same time sent his mind to new levels of agony, as if his entire existence had exploded. Then in a millisecond he was unconscious.

Eleanor looked down at the tiny figure, laying in a broken heap at her feet. She thought about stepping on him there and then, but what fun would it be if he didn't feel it? She decided to wait. After all, she had as long as she wanted in the little hidden room, all the time in the world to play with her new toy. She giggled to herself as she thought about his suggestion.

She bet that he would have quite enjoyed getting sat on.

***

The other five girls that stood facing Miss Rebecca with bored grins on their faces, as the excitement of the little demonstration had worn off, and they all just wanted to get some rest before the evening. As they watched Lauda wiggle her ass on the pathetic stool, they were sure that their mistress's little champion was probably just a stain on her ass.

And yet, Miss Rebecca remained confident, a coy smile on her face. After a few more shakes of her massive behind, the dirty blonde whore stood up, and turned around to look back at her handiwork. To her shock, there was no blood stain on the stool, and Lauda couldn't believe it.  She turned sharply on her heels to check the stool again, refusing to believe that the little bug had survived.

It was only when the other girls gasped that she twisted her neck to look behind her. Even then, she couldn't see what they saw, but followed their eyes to her panty-clad rump. Beneath the countless rolls of fat, the other five girls in Miss Rebecca's house could see the twisted shape of the little man, his dark skin visible even against the dark green underwear. He was certainly squashed between Lauda's gigantic ass cheeks, a sliver of a human in her booty. But he wasn't dead.

Gwen, the smallest of the girls in the house, was the first to notice the tiny arm moving, independent of the wobbling of Lauda's ass as she turned. The tiny man was inexplicably trying to get free from the fleshy prison, despite having had the equivalent of a mountain dance on him for a good few minutes. The slim brunette had seen Lauda's ass in action before, and many a man had cum to her destroying a tiny person on the vast sea of a butt cheek.

And yet this one was alive.

'Now do you see why I am the Head of this house?' Miss Rebecca demanded, her girls' reaction validating her confidence, 'Lauda, pull that toy out of your arse at once, and show the other girls.'

The overweight, dirty blonde reluctantly reached behind her, digging her fingers into her ass crack and locating the annoying creature. She pinched his chest and yanked him out.

Rhancar felt the twinge of pain as the giantess's fingers squeezed the air out of his lungs, but was thankful as they tugged him out of the woman's voluminous rear. He slid against the woman's enormous panties, mercifully spared from being smothered by her pallid flesh. He gasped in the fresh air when he was finally removed from her, his aching legs still healing. He made out a few shocked expressions from the other giantesses as they watched his knees contort back into position, his recovery too rapid for them to believe.

He was swung around in front of the wide Lauda, held under her hand like a stray hair that she had plucked. He couldn't see her face, but Rhancar had been held enough to know what the grip of an angry person felt like, and Lauda was practically collapsing his ribcage. He watched the mistress of the house lay out her hand and the bigger girl dropped him into it.

Miss Rebecca wasted no time in curling her fingers to secure her newest and soon to be most profitable possession.

'Now, the addition of this little man will cut our costs considerably,' Rebecca announced, 'And as we will no longer have to worry about acquiring so many tiny people for your performances, I am going to let some of you others have a play with him as well.'

Rhancar didn't like the sound of that one bit, nor the excited chatter that came from the line of scantily clad women. He didn't know that previously, Lauda had been given first choice at all the tiny people that Miss Rebecca acquired, as the big girl's patrons were the highest payers for the privilege of watching her crush them. This had meant that some of the other girl's hardly gotten a chance to torture and fuck a tiny person. But that was all changing.

'Lauda will still get to start with the little one,' Rebecca continued, 'But any of you others that can show me a good return can use him as well.'

Rhancar felt sick as he glimpsed the wide, hungry eyes of the titans as they peeked at him in their mistress's hand. He gulped as he could already feel the day slipping away. He had no desire to find out what the night would bring.

***

Hamel finally came to, the cold stone on his back. He groaned wearily as the flickering light of several candles danced on the low ceiling. He took in the incredible sight of the mesmerizing strokes on the stone so far above him for another moment, before it was obscured.

The smooth, pale, immense body of his Queen stepped over him, her thick, gigantic legs straddling him. He gazed up at her full, blonde crotch, matted with pubic hair. Her body was incredible, rivaling any of the younger women of the court. Her flat, bare abdomen was as steep as a sheer cliff, leading up to her breasts. He could only just see her eyes beyond her bosom.

Hamel weakly raised an arm to show his goddess that he was okay. He couldn't quite wave, but the movement was enough to tell the giantess ass she needed to know.

'My … my Queen, I'm …' Hamel groaned, but he was cut short, 'Wait … what are you …'

Eleanor's left foot rose into the air and shifted sideways to stop right over the diminutive man. The graceful curves of her sole stared back at him, caked in a thin layer of dirt from having walked barefoot in the hidden room. The ball of her foot was about as big as Hamel was, like a wrecking ball hidden beneath her skin. Her long, delicate toes wriggled in the heavens. Then it fell.

'No. Wait!' Hamel shrieked, rolling over to try to crawl away from her. But he was just, too slow. The Queen's foot came down on him with the force of a meteor striking the Earth. Her heel struck first, crushing his legs. Hamel felt like he was being squeezed out like a tube of toothpaste, the enormous boulder squished his limbs, a sickening, wet crunching filling his ears.

A guttural scream escaped the tiny man's mouth as the cruel goddess's foot continued to flatten him. His weeping pleas landed on deaf ears as Eleanor tilted her foot down, bringing the ball of her foot down on her henchman's upper body.

Hamel felt his stomach being pushed into his chest, and his ribs shattering. As blood filled his throat and his lungs collapsed, his pathetic sob was drowned out by a louder sound. The sound of the goddess giggling.

That melodic laugh was all Hamel heard before he was completely crushed by the ruthless Queen. Eleanor smiled, satisfied with the result of her test. She savoured the feeling of his broken bones and smashed up flesh under her sole, as she ground him into the stone.