total humiliation, part 3

[part 3]

It was impossible to keep track of the time. Gloria tried her best to hear what was going on around the house but she could only hear some blurred noises of people talking. Being in total darkness, she only had the chance to think of her condition, and of course it was intolerable. She tried with all her might to unlock the door to her prison, but it wouldn't budge. She sat there, crying for God knows how long, until she heard Hillary's footsteps running up the stairs. The girl apparently stopped mid-walk, got away again for a few seconds, then came back running. Gloria heard the door opening, and she saw the light again when Hillary opened her closet. She had a plate in her hand, its content impossible to see from her perspective.

"I had almost forgotten" laughed Hillary, as she leveled the plate with Gloria's cage. "As i said, you've been good. Enjoy your dinner" She then got the plate closer so Gloria would be able to reach its contents from inside the cage. Inside, there were crumbs of some kind of dessert, or a cake. It looked like it would be enough to last her for a week, but Gloria had a knot in her stomach that made it impossible for her to eat. "Hil..." she stopped. "Princess... Please. You have to let me go". Hillary never stopped looking at her. "Have to?" she laughed once again. "The only one here who has to do stuff is you. But right now you're lucky. Your princess wants to go to bed, so your services are not required for tonight. Bonne apetit" she added as she closed her closet.

Hillary heard her move around the room, likely getting ready to go to bed. She was too busy trying to think of a way to get out of that horrible situation to even think about eating. She paid great attention to every move of the giantess, and knew when she left her room in order to go to the bathroom. As the girl was away, she knew she had some time for herself, and she examined the door using her hands, looking for a weak point that would help her get away. It seemed to be impossible even to move by a millimiter, and when Hillary came back to her room, she was far from finding a solution. She heard the girl rummage around her stuff, and eventually get into her bed.

She had the whole night ahead of her to try and sneak out, but she was growing impatient. Again, she put her hands on the door, and this time she found the hinges. She was too busy making a mental map of the cage, that she didn't notice that Hillary had stood up and now she had opened her closet again. The two exchanged an almost comical gaze for less than a second that seemed to last hours. Gloria hoped that she wouldn't notice what she'd been trying to do, and it seemed that her hope was correct. Hillary had a pink sock in her hand for some reason, and she was now opening the door to her cage without asking too many question. This time Gloria had much more time to examine how the lock worked, and grew furious when she realized how easy it had been for the younger girl to open her prison with just two fingers. She even considered making a run for it as the door was still open but the only thing she would obtain would be to make the woman angry.

"Here" Hillary said as she put her sock inside the cage "I don't want you to be cold tonight. Besides you can get used to my smell". Judging by its condition, the girl had fished the sock from inside her laundry basket. It did retain a certain smell, and Gloria vowed not to sleep close to that thing for anything in the world. "Well, nighty night" she waved at her as the closet doors put her into the darkness again. This time, Gloria made sure to wait at least until Hillary would be on her bed before doing anything stupid. She could hear her fingernails tapping on the screen of her phone for a few minutes, and the noise eventually stopped. She waited a bit more, just to make sure, and decided it was time to try. She climbed on the side of her cage and reached the top. It wasn't an easy task, but she liked to stay in shape so she managed pretty well. Once she was above the lock, she put her arms between the bars and held the rod that kept everyhing locked with both hands. She hoped it would move, the giantess had made it look so easy, but she was barely able to even move it a millimiter. 

It was more than nothing. She tried again, this time with all her strength, but it just wasn't enough. She knew she needed a tool of some sort, but at least now she knew how to operate the lock. She tried a few more times out of sheer desperation, with identical results. The door would move a tiny bit, but not nearly enough to get it open. Images of the day she had just spent would motivate her to try until she could barely move. She really didn't want to end up trampled ever again.

She was growing exhausted, so she decided to call it a day and try to sneak some rope or anything like that the following day. When she found the right spot where she could lay down, she realized how cold she was starting to feel. The repulsing idea of using the dirty sock as a makeshift bed was becoming more and more a necessity, for how disgusting it sounded. She spent at least an hour trying not to think of the cold, until she gave up and walked to the used piece of fabric. The smell didn't matter now, it was a matter of survival. She raised the opening, and snuck her bare legs inside. When she was deep enough, she used the upper lip as a makeshift sleeping bag, and tried her best to ignore the, although faint, disgusting smell of feet that surrounded her.

"AAAW you're too cute" the overwhelming voice of her captress woke her up from her nightmare filled sleep. Just opening her eyes brought her back to reality. "Come on, you haven't touched your dinner! You must be starving!" She was, actually, but before crying herself to sleep she wouldn't have been able to take as much as a bite off whatever Hillary had brought her. She cowered when she saw the gigantic hand reaching for her, and the giantess brought her back to her bed. "Listen, this is a very important task you have to perform from now on" she said as she deposited her at her feet. "I hate the sound of alarms in the morning, so you will be my personal alarm clock". Gloria looked around her: she was surrounded by the warm bottoms of the gigantic feet. She could practically feel the heat they were irradiating after a night under the thick covers, and it seemed to grow more intense every time the girl would wiggle her toes. Hillary lowered her head  to the shrunken woman until her face occupied most of her field of view "But it's going to be a long time before i allow you to spend the night out of that cage" She smiled "You have to earn that kind of trust".

So her plan was to keep her long term? Gloria hoped she would be let go after a few days maybe, but apparently the girl's idea was different. She wanted to beg her to let her go, tell her that she had a family, that she would be married soon, but she'd tried this already and it had not worked at all. She just stood there, paralyzed by fear. "So anyway, you'll be waking me up licking my feet every day exatcly at 7.05. I'll even let you spend the night under the covers!" She sounded enthusiastic, but Gloria could barely process what she'd just been told. The girl wanted to keep her as her slave! "Now, i know that it is a bit early" the giantess pointed at her alarm clock, which was reading 7.01 "But you can use those extra minutes to make up for the fact that you made me walk all the way to the closet". 

Gloria just stood there, unable to acknowledge that a younger girl had just taken over her life. "Come on girl, i have to go to school! You don't want me to crush you again, do you?". The bare thought of ending sandwitched between those feet a second time was enough to snap her out of her trance. She crawled towards the girl's right foot, and after putting her hand on the warm surface, she stuck her tongue out and gave a timid lick.

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