Part Two

Posted by Binary Prophet on January 20, 2004 at 07:02:41:
In Reply to: story from www.ps0.net posted by Binary Prophet on January 20, 2004 at 06:06:34:

Part one was on my first post, if you didn't check it out. Again, written by request, posted by request, hope it's not too out of place.

Small Family Matters

Part Two

Nadine moved back through the restroom and into her own room, her CD player in one hand and her little sister gripped in the other. She squeezed hard around the little girl, still marveling at how resistant she was. Nadine had cooled down a little though and really didn’t want to crush her sister, but squeezing as hard as she could helped to calm her. She was glad that Danielle hadn’t died outright under her foot for she had no idea what her parents would have thought. She didn’t want them to go through that kind of emotional torture at losing one of their daughters. Of course, Danielle was just as much of a brat to them as she was to Nadine, but that didn’t justify ending her life.
She gathered the CD and kicked off her shoes, dumping her sister on her bed. The little girl didn’t even bother running, she just whimpered in a fetal position, holding herself trying to alleviate the pain. Nadine sat down and put on her headphones. The music started playing and she lay back, covering her sister. She felt Danielle’s little body against the small of her back.
If only there was a way to work out the whole shrinking thing with her parents. She doubt they would let her keep her sister as a pet, although the thoughts of what she could do with a tiny slave began to swim through her mind. Maybe they didn’t need to know about the shrinking – besides, if Danielle told anyone who would believe her? Nadine would just shrink her down again and inflict unimaginable amounts of pain. She ought to get the idea and keep quiet after a few more times getting stepped on.
Nadine scooted over and lay on her side, drawing her legs onto the bed to get comfortable. She watched her little sister shake in fear and was suddenly struck by the fact that she felt no remorse for what she had done. Even though Danielle might have had this a long time coming, it still didn’t truly justify Nadine’s actions – how could one human being act as the judge of another?
But she is such a little bitch....
Nadine pinched her sister hard between her thumb and forefinger and watched her squirm in pain. “Does it hurt?” Her sister choked on a sob and nodded vigorously. “Do you think you deserve it?”
“No… Please…” Came the small wail.
Nadine frowned. She lifted her sister and dropped her into the palm of her opposite hand. She positioned the small body in her hand so that she ran parallel with the fingers – Nadine figured it would hurt the most – feeling her sister’s body curl and contort into a misshapen ball as she squeezed as hard as she could. She clenched her fist for several seconds before letting the small girl drop onto the mattress. Danielle wailed and cried loudly, tears streaming down her face.
Nadine sat up on her bed and rested her feet on either side of Danielle. They looked so big next to her miniaturized sister; she wiggled her toes with black polish. Her feet were pale like the rest of her body – despite having Middle Eastern roots Nadine was very fair, unlike her mother and her father whom were both very tan – and she had round heels and slender soles ending in long, properly shaped toes. Her feet really were pretty.
She positioned one on top of Danielle and pushed the girl gently into the mattress, letting her take in the scent. She wondered what it was like, being completely trapped under another person’s foot, being completely at their mercy.
She moved her foot along the bed, rolling her sister under it, and repeated the motion. She enjoyed it; it was nice to know that the little lump that felt funny under her sole was her tiny bitch of a sister. She stopped after five or six times and rested her toes on top of the little girl.
“You wanted me to kiss your feet. How about you start kissing mine?”
Instantly she felt her sister’s lips peck the bottom of her big toe. She wiggled it on top of her.
“Kiss them all.”
As the music played out in Nadine’s ears, she felt her tiny sister squirm and struggle under her toes, kissing the bottom of each one. When she got to the pinky toe and was kissing it for a few minutes, Nadine began to lift her foot, but grabbed Danielle and made her rise with it. She then extended her toes when the foot was upright and Danielle bounced off the pillowy ball of her foot.
She rested her other foot on top of her and without a prompt Danielle repeated her duty, kissing away at the toes. Nadine sighed and lay back, dreaming of new uses for her new found slave. Growing Danielle back to size was no longer an option; she had to find a way to keep her this size.
When she felt her sister was done again, she lifted her foot off and rested both feet in front of the little girl, instep to instep. She looked down at Danielle.
“Lick between my toes, now, pet.” She said and pointed.
At the word “pet” Danielle’s head snapped up and she looked questioningly at her sister. Nadine simply pressed her toes into the mattress and forced Danielle to roll down on to her array of black-painted nails. She flicked her off forcefully and gave her a look.
“What do you think you are to me, now? You never should have crossed me. Now lick before I see to it that you are punished again!”
As Danielle approached her foot she slid it forward a little and spread her toes. Her sister moved in and began to use her tongue to clean her sister’s pale skin between her toes. Since she had been walking around with flip-flops all day her soles were a little red and warm, the little tongue felt good though against her skin.
As she drifted off into thought again, something caught her eye – a small red pillow that she had sewn herself. It was plump and the perfect size for someone to rest their feet on (it even had two yellow foot-print decorations sewn onto it) and Nadine had intended to place it downstairs on the couch as a cute little pillow people could rest their feet on. She picked up the square and looked at it and then looked at her sister. A devilish grin parted her lips.
“That’s enough. I need to get some work done so I need to put you somewhere where I know you won’t get in the way.” Nadine leaned over as she spoke and opened a drawer next to her bed, pulling out a clean sock.
Danielle backed away as she saw the sock, but Nadine’s glare glued in her in place. She realized she had a lot more breaking in to do to make her sister truly obedient. She scooped up the small girl and let her tumble down into the opening before slipping it onto her foot. She tapped the lump. “Start licking.”
Nadine gathered up her sewing kit and sat back into her pillows as she worked, Danielle’s small tongue working across her heel. The front of the red face was several square patches of different shades, with the two yellow foot-prints breaking the monotony. With careful planning she began to rework one of the patches, thinking of where someone’s feet would comfortable rest on the pillow, and she began to sew a grid-like pattern onto the area, leaving one side open. The result was a mesh that she could put something in but still be able to see it, as well as it could see out.
Danielle had stopped licking her foot several minutes prior to her completion of the grid and she slipped the sock off, dumping her diminutive sister onto her bed. Her giant foot loomed next to her sister’s small body.
“Did I say you could stop licking?”
“Nadine, please…”
Nadine struck out, grabbing Danielle under her toes in a lighting-quick motion and squeezing as hard as she could. The girl’s cries were muffled under Nadine’s big toe.
After several seconds Nadine let her sister drop onto the bed.
“It’s time for you to be punished,” Nadine said simply, picking her sister up. She unceremoniously dropped the girl into the red mesh of the pillow and began to sew it up. Danielle was much too big to fit through the centimeter-square holes and began to struggle, but the mesh was drawn tighter and tighter over her as Nadine worked. Her screams fell on deaf ears.
Nadine finished and put her sewing kit and CD player away. She dropped the pillow on the floor and stood over it, admiring her work. At a casual glance, it didn’t look like there was a small girl trapped in a mesh on the surface of the pillow – located in a spot which would be comfortable for someone to rest their foot on. Nadine stepped down on the mesh square to test it out and could barely feel her sister squirming, but she could if she concentrated. All she wanted was for Danielle to suffer – being her personal foot rest would see to that.
“It’s time to take you downstairs and put you where you belong.”
And with that, Nadine hefted the pillow under her arm, sticking her sister’s square firmly under her arm-pit, as she descended the stairs in the living room. She put the pillow on one end of the couch and lay down, resting her feet on the large red pillow. Nadine noticed with approval that her large foot completely smothered the square that held Danielle and she twisted her sole back and forth against her captive before drifting off to a contented sleep.