"Agh..." Mat grunted as he was lifted by his hair....
He didn't squirm, he just hang limp like a little toy as Alex made her way toward her bed. She didn't say anything to him - He was nothing to her anyway... A toy to be used and discarded, and she definitely needed to use him. He was in her right hand, swinging freely as pain echoed through his bare body. In her left hand was a device, something that Mathew couldn't see. He recognized her from before... She was the first person who killed him, the first person he met on his journey as the Transient. He could still remember the feeling of confusion as her skin came down on him, crushing him to death. That was before he knew he would come back, before he knew that he could survive. He's met her several more times during his travels as well...
Now, she had him again...
His heart pounded in his chest as she sat down on her bed and rolled to lay down. She let out a gentle sigh, callously tossing Mathew's limp little body toward the center area of the bed. He landed face down, unable to move as she situated herself to get comfortable... Then, her warm - soft skin gently pressed into his back. He moaned in pleasure, feeling his body roll so that he was facing her toes. It was her left foot... Her big toe pressed against the side of his face while the first to gently rested on his arm. He could feel his [REDACTED] toes as the light musk of her feet entered his lungs. It wasn't bad, not overpowering at all...
It was perfect... The perfect balance of smell that gave it just enough of an odor to be intensely pleasurable, but not enough to be overpowering.
She smirked, leaning back onto her pillows as she brought her hand up to grip her [REDACTED?]. She splayed her toes over Mathew's body as he shivered beneath her, and slid her foot forward... The moment his [REDACTED] beneath the ball of her foot was the moment she got the reaction she wanted. He began to squirm, writhing in pleasure as he was pressed into the bed. Alex bit her lower lip, trailed her right hand down her body to her stomach... Then began to slip her fingertips beneath the band of her black panties. All of these actions were lost as she slid her foot up and down Mathew's body, trying to coax as much squirming as possible. She would randomly switch to pressing him down into the fabric, only letting him up once he had squirmed adequately against her...
He could hear [REDACTED...?]... The tell-tale sound of [RE-DACTED]. She shifted a bit on the bed, getting comfortable against the backrest as Mathew squirmed beneath her sole. He knew what she wanted now... And he intended to give it to her. The little one writhed, licking and kneading where he could... Then, the sound of [REDACTED!] filled the air.
Bzzzzzzzt
He could hear her moan [REDACTED!!]. Her actions became a bit more violent with time... The pressing and rubbing was horribly pleasureful to the little man beneath her foot as she dug her sole into the bed, dragging it along his body to get his intoxicating struggles. The power, the beautiful power she had over his life... The sound of [REDACTED...] almost hid the wet [REDACTED!]. More and more. She knew exactly how to play, how to prolong her pleasure and get the most out of her victims.
Harder...
Harder...
She pressed down on Mathew's body, grinding him into the red fabric. He screamed in pleasure, though he was muffled by her skin. He could hear her moans through her body, and the pressure was enough for him to feel like she was rubbing off his skin. Friction wasn't a huge problem though, since her feet had started to sweat from the pleasure of her work. It didn't smell bad though, only... Natural. Alex closed her eyes, panting to herself before finally letting out a little yelp when she couldn't hold it in any longer. She was alone, and that meant she could do whatever she wanted and not bother anyone. She didn't scream though...
Mathew did. He screamed as [REDACKTERD]. It was just in time too, because after nearly an hour [REDACTING]... She was ready to break him. She was now controlling his breathing with her presses... Her toes gripped into the fabric, pulling it up around his head as the ball of her foot rolled over his body. He was at her mercy, and she didn't intend to show him any. Another press, and he felt like she was shoving his intestines up into his ribcage. It was painful, it was wonderful, it was breaking him.
*Crack!*
Several ribs shattered in a series of pops as she pressed the ball of her foot down on him in a grinding rub. The small pops shook up through her skin, sending a chill up her spine as she let out another yelp of pleasure. She hadn't stopped [REDACTING], using her free hand she gently traced her fingertips along her exposed abdomen. She was absolutely enjoying herself...
Criick... Squelch...
Mathew gurgled as he felt his insides rock up into her chest as her foot slid back up his body. The motions didn't change, just the pressure and how much he could stand. He couldn't breathe... It felt like he was drowning in his own blood. He didn't burst or anything though, and the only thing that was making a 'Mess' other than the [REDACTING] - was blood from his mouth and eyes... Again... And again... And again her foot rolled up his body. His skin held, but his bones didn't... Every so often she would pause to dig her toes into the fabric and press, getting a few satisfying 'snaps' out of her victim in the process. She wasn't even sure he was alive, since his squirms had turned to twitches. More and more she continued... Running her foot up, and down... Grinding it into him... Pressing him into oblivion.
Another yelp of pleasure, and it was over... She was intensely satisfied. A beautiful [REDACTING!!!] was exactly what she wanted, and that was exactly what she got. Her panties were [REDACTED], and all that was left now was to clean up the mess... She casually reached over, setting her used [REDACTER] on a [REDACTED] so her [REDACTS] didn't get everywhere before pulling out a small roll of toilet paper to clean up with... It was extra soft and extra strong, absolutely perfect for after-play messes. She only needed a small bit though as she soaked up her [REDACTED] into it enough that she could be comfortable to bask in her glow...
"Thanks, pipsqueak..." She said, panting as she moved her foot off of Mathew's immobile body.
She chuckled when she saw the state he was in. His abdomen was flat, his chest was broken down and elongated. His skin had contained all of his insides so he didn't burst, but he was definitely multiple shades of black and blue. He was still alive, barely twitching and barely able to breathe as he helplessly looked up to her. The only sign of his pleasure was the [REDACTION] still there between his broken little legs. He would certainly die on his own in a matter of minutes though... Without waiting too long, she used the same [REDACTION]-soaked tissues and leaned forward...
Mathew watched as the wet, white walls came down around him and painfully lifted his broken body up into their embrace. Gently, Alex wrapped him up in the sopping wet toilet paper and let out another moan. She was still glowing, high on pleasure and his pain... It was impressive that he was still alive after all the damage he took from her though. All that came to an end, when she began to squeeze. The [REDACTIONS] dripped down her wrist as she felt his body collapsing inside of her spent toilet paper. The air and blood escaping his lungs forced him to make a cute little gurgling squeak as he burst inside of the soggy prison. Slowly, it began to turn red with his blood. Mathew felt her fingers pinching him, crushing him like an insect in her grip...
When she was able to move, she stood up. Still glowing from her [REDACTIONS], the girl's bare feet patted gently along toward the bathroom. She casually discarded the red wad of toilet paper into the toilet, and with a single flush, his crushed carcass was gone.