total humiliation, part 4

[part 4]

The muffled sound of the seashore felt like a lullaby. She took another sip out of her expensive cocktail and looked at her husband smiling back at her. She still couldn't believe that they had finally married. The caribbean heaven where she was spending her honeymoon was exactly as she imagined it. She and her man had a whole crew that waited on them 24 hours a day, meaning that the only thing they both needed to do was literally walk to their special spot on the magnificent beach. They didn't need to raise a finger around the place. But although her job seemed so distant both in time and space, there was a shadow lurking in the back of her mind. She didn't seem to be capable of shaking off a dreadful feeling of something that was deeply wrong. Her husband looked at her worried face, but before he could ask her what was wrong, the ground started to shake. 

The loud booms became closer and closer, until the source of those explosions became clear. A giant, or better, a giantess was walking straight towards them from the inland. She was unmistakenly aiming for the couple, and there was really nowhere to hide, only miles and miles of flat sand. "Slaaave" the gigantic girl called. Gloria didn't know why, but she knew that the girl was speaking to her. "Oh slaave" the colossus sang. 

When she was close enough, her size finally became truly noticeable. "Come on" the voice thundered from the sky "Your princess needs a massage" The girl said looking straight into her eyes, as she pointed at her feet. Somehow, she seemed to be even bigger with each step she took. "What do you want from us!" Her husband rose to her defense. The girl looked at him like he was a disgusting insect, and treated him as such. Without saying a word, she rose her sandaled foot, and landed it on top of the man, obliterating his existence into the sand.

She woke up, screaming in the confinement of her cage, the harsh reality of her situation kicked in all of a sudden. For a moment, she had tasted the freedom of what her world was supposed to be, but unluckily for her, it had all been just a dream. Now the only thing she could taste was the stale sweat of her captress, sitting on the tip of her tongue after days of abuse. She'd cried herself to sleep the night before, after unsuccesfully trying to pry her cage open for the fourth night in a row, and the task had proven nothing short of impossible. She gave an angry look at the door that separated her from her freedom, and without even thinking, she threw herself against it. The different, although counterintuitive movement, made the whole cage shift in place. It had been noisy, and she stood perfectly still for at least a whole minute, in fear of waking up her tormentor. When she was perfectly sure that nothing had moved outside, she slammed another time on the same spot. This time she was sure about it: the whole upper structure had moved, even if just by a couple millimeters. She repeated the process at least ten times, until a tiny gap formed between the bars and the plastic lower part of the cage, and when she was sure she could pass through it, she wedged herself within it. For a long, frightening minute, she feared she'd gotten stuck, and couldn't even begin to think what would happen to her if Hillary had found her like that. Luckily, she managed to get her legs out, and found herself in the closet. 

She didn't know what to do: trying to open the front of the closet was risky; if Hillary woke up and found her in her in her room, she would be surely punished. Just two days earlier, her head had been used as a toe separator by the girl while she painted her toes, as a punishment for not cleaning her shoes well. Gloria suspected she would have done so anyway, but she didn't want to give her any more reasons to be angry at her. Not to mention the fact that if she'd found her like that outside of her cage, all her attempts so far would have been in vain. She found the courage to open the door, and pushed with all her might. She didn't expect to find a room well lit, but more importantly, empty. It was clearly way past wake up time. Could it be possible that Hillary had gone to school without waking her up?

Whatever the reason, now it was of the utmost importance to find a way out of there. Trying to open the front door would have been out of the question. Scanning the rest of the room, Gloria saw her captress' laptop still turned on on her bed, and decided to use it as a desperate meausure to call for help. She ran towards the sheets that hanged by the foot of the bed, and started the strenous climb. She'd almost reached the top, when she heard two pair of footsteps getting close to the main door to the room. Hillary was already home! The sudden realization made her lose her grip, and she fell from the sheets on the hardwood floor. She didn't have any time to check if she'd been hurt, but experience taught her that it would have taken much more that that to injure her now that she was small. The only thing that counted now was to hide from the fury of the girl that had made her life a living hell. She sprinted towards the shoe cabinet so she could hide underneath it, but the door opened when she was in the middle of the room. In a panic, she stalled. She was completely frozen in place as Hillary and her mother entered the room, casually talking about how they had spent the morning. 

It was her only chance: Gloria decided to scream for help, and if she'd taken the decision a tenth of a second earlier, she might have even succeded. Unfortunately for her, Hillary had seen her, and without being noticed by her mom, she'd put her foot on top of the shrunken woman, pinning her between her yellow ballerina flat and the unforgiving ground. The only sound that she managed to squeeze out of her mouth had been a small yelp, that went practically unheard by the older woman. Gloria knew she had failed. All the work she'd put in her escape had been rendered useless by poor timing. She tried to scream once more, but her voice was stopped by the sheer weight of the girl casually stepping on her naked body with full force. 

Mother and daughter casually spoke for a while. Gloria could hear them well despite the constant ringing in her ears and the exhausting pain of having a person that weighted like a small cruise ship resting on top of her.  The older woman eventually left the room, closing the door behind her. 

"What the fuck was that?" Hillary rose her foot from the battered body. "I-I..." Gloria tried to say in tears. "Nope. I'm not buying into none of that "i'm sorry" bullshit. I give you some extra sleep for one day and this is how you repay me? How did you get out?". Gloria stood there, motionless, knowing there was no escape now. She wanted to speak, to beg for forgiveness, but she was out of words. Her spirit had finally broken. "Eh, doesn't matter anyway." Hillary said as she removed her shoes. She picked up the desperate woman, and after sitting on the edge of her bed, she used her limp body to clean the bottoms of her feet from the dirt that she'd accumulated in a day in flats. She then unceremoniously threw her on her bed, ironically close to the laptop that she'd tried to reach minutes earlier, and now was completely useless to her.

"I have a big test tomorrow" Hillary said as she  fully climbed on her bed. "Help me relax now, i'll punish you later." Gloria knew exactly what the girl wanted now that she said "help me relax", and if that wasn't a punsisment itself, she feared for what could come next. She reclutantly reached the bottom of the colossal left foot, and wedged her head between the big and second toe. She stuck her tongue out almost absent mindedly, knowing that this was her life now. Even though Hillary had used her to wipe her feet, she still found a few spots of dirt, but gulped them down with no hesitation, in a mix of fear of reprisal and just plain surrender. The giantess just sat at her laptop, minding her business while the tiny woman took care of her feet.

Her "punishment" had been much less hard than she'd thought. Hillary had used her body like a stress ball while she studied for her test, but for how painful it was to be trampled under her desk for the whole afternoon, at least she could space out and wasn't forced to do anything actively. She was in a trance-like state most of the time, coming back to terms with her surrounding when the unforgiving toes squeezed a particularly sensitive area of her exposed body, or when Hillary rested the ball of her foot directly on her face for too long, almost smothering the air out of her. 

When Hillary went to dinner, Gloria was put to stay in a used sock, with a knot on its opening. The girl ignored her for most of the evening, leaving her all the time to think of the opportunity she had wasted. When it was time to go to bed, Gloria saw the sock open its mouth to show the smiling face of the gigantic girl, who only requested a goodnight kiss to each of her feet, then put her back in her cage. While she'd been stuck in the sock, Hillary had had the time to put the structures back together, so for a second, Gloria thought she could pull off another escape attempt one day. When she noticed the wire reinforcing the spacing betweens the bottom and the bars, she fell on her knees, and cried. There was just no way out.