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With the increase of the number of tinies escaping their homes, the government decided to create an agency specialized in tracking and retrieving them. This organism trained a special brigade whose purpose was to locate members of the Resistance, a group of shrunken, rebel men that were smuggling people out of the country.

You had joined this group recently after escaping your owner, but sadly, when they raided the one shelter you were in, you were one of the few people that fell behind in the evacuation. The distraction made by you and the other two poor souls that were left behind with you, however, let the leaders of the group escape, something that clearly angered your gigantic captors.

“Sooner or later you are gonna break little man. Honestly though, I hope it is later” your torturer said as she stomped on you again. Her name was Lilith, and the new state of the country changed her life for the better. This goth girl had been rejected by men a lot of times for her appearance, and she used her new job in the brigade as an opportunity to let out the sadism and resentment she had accumulated in the past years.

she said, grinding her sweaty foot on you. To most of the female population you were a mere slave, but to the sadistic girls in this brigade you were even less, a pathetic speck to be crushed and molded into submission, something that was made clear to you as she had been stomping you for an hour now, with no signs of stopping soon. But the worst part was that you actually wanted to confess, but didn’t have a clue were the others had escaped to. Not that it mattered though.

”Come on, little shit, the boss wants answers” she complained as she mercilessly trampled you, her nylons keeping you stuck to her sweaty sole. She was waiting for the best moment of her job, when the captive confessed, hoping to be released, just to stomp them unconscious, usually shipping them away to a new owner. Unfortunately for you, even if you talked, she was planning on keeping you. She loved the feeling of you bones cracking under her weight, and she intended to make you a permanent insole.

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With the increase of the number of tinies escaping their homes, the government decided to create an agency specialized in tracking and retrieving them. This organism trained a special brigade whose purpose was to locate members of the Resistance, a group of shrunken, rebel men that were smuggling people out of the country.

You had joined this group recently after escaping your owner, but sadly, when they raided the one shelter you were in, you were one of the few people that fell behind in the evacuation. The distraction made by you and the other two poor souls that were left behind with you, however, let the leaders of the group escape, something that clearly angered your gigantic captors.

“Sooner or later you are gonna break little man. Honestly though, I hope it is later” your torturer said as she stomped on you again. Her name was Lilith, and the new state of the country changed her life for the better. This goth girl had been rejected by men a lot of times for her appearance, and she used her new job in the brigade as an opportunity to let out the sadism and resentment she had accumulated in the past years.

she said, grinding her sweaty foot on you. To most of the female population you were a mere slave, but to the sadistic girls in this brigade you were even less, a pathetic speck to be crushed and molded into submission, something that was made clear to you as she had been stomping you for an hour now, with no signs of stopping soon. But the worst part was that you actually wanted to confess, but didn’t have a clue were the others had escaped to. Not that it mattered though.

”Come on, little shit, the boss wants answers” she complained as she mercilessly trampled you, her nylons keeping you stuck to her sweaty sole. She was waiting for the best moment of her job, when the captive confessed, hoping to be released, just to stomp them unconscious, usually shipping them away to a new owner. Unfortunately for you, even if you talked, she was planning on keeping you. She loved the feeling of you bones cracking under her weight, and she intended to make you a permanent insole.