Jessica Rabbit's Shrunken Stalker

Jessica was used to catcalls and flirtations from her career as a performer, even some grabby drunks that she shut down quickly. Her latest "admirer" though, was in a league of his own. He followed her halfway home on more than one night, constantly badgered her no matter how much she shut him down, despite knowing she already had a boyfriend. After a whole week of harassment, she'd finally had enough. She convinced Marvin the Martian to lend her his shrinking ray, and one quick detour into an alleyway with her stalker close behind later, she'd finally put an end to his nonsense. She picked up the shocked tiny and clenched him tight in her gloved grasp, and quickly made her way to the office of a private investigator that owed her a favor, too eager to start her payback to head all the way home yet. Once she'd shooed the P.I out of his own office she dropped her shrunken captive onto the desk before leaning back into the chair, his indignant sqeaking and thrashing briefly silenced as her massive, bare feet slammed onto the desk right next to him. His rant quickly resumed however, and Jessica watched him for a few moments in silent amusement, reveling in how such a massive thorn in her side had been reduced to such a pathetic sight. He might have only been frustrating her for a mere seven days, but they had been truly insufferable. With that and the memories of the countless other misogynists she'd dealt with throughout her life, she quickly determined that her shrunken pet would be staying as such for life. She teasingly said as much to him, shocking him silent once more, before he exploded in rage and fear at a volume she could almost make words out of. Already having her fill at his adorable attempts to boss her around, she banged the table with her foot to shut him up for the final time, and laid down the task she expected of him tonight. She dangled her still steamy shoe for emphasis, and the now pale-faced tiny reluctantly made his way towards her waiting sole. While fear had gotten him going though both his massage and his tongue felt unenthusiastic, and only seconds in Jessica could tell she would be disappointed by the end of her session. She uttered no more threats though and simply smirked as she watched him work, knowing that enough punishments for his lack of devotion would get the message across in time. She might even keep him underfoot when she headed to work tomorrow, he'd probably make nice padding while she was on her feet singing all day...

An hour passed, and even the thoughts of the torment she planned on inflicting her tiny slave for his failure couldn't keep Jessica's temper from flaring. His massage had been next to worthless, and he only brought his mouth to her heel when she warned him aloud too. His trepidation at his disgusting task was fairly normal, but after all the effort Jessica exhausted to put this creep in his place, his half-assed attitude seemed like he was still belittling her. Her amused silence quickly gave way to cruel taunts and vicious threats, which only ramped up as he continued to disappoint her. His pace would quicken for a few moments after she called him a worthless ant that was worth less than the gunk between her toes, or when she threatened to staple him to the doormat of the restaurant she worked at to be trampled by countless unaware patrons, but his burst of energy would always peter out after a few minutes. The thought that his task of pampering a single pair of feet was monumentally more exhausting thanks to his tiny size didn't cross her mind, and the worn-out tiny was smart enough not to complain about it with the sadistic mood his captor was clearly in. Silence seemed like the best strategy for him, but when the giantess flaunted her reeking heel again and implied once more that it was where he was headed, he couldn't help but beg pathetically for more time. His response was her massive sole slamming down on top of him, smothering him in her slimy sweat as she furiously responded to his words.

"A worthless worm like you doesn't get to say my name, do you hear me BUG!? You will call me goddess or divine mistress from now on, and only when I grant you permission to speak! If you can flap your miserable gums making excuses for your lack of devotion to my feet, you can be lapping the dirt off of my gorgeous heel with your tiny tongue! You can keep working from under there for a while, and if you dare pass out you won't enjoy what you wake up to..."

His despondent tears began to mingle with the salty foot sweat that poured over him, as he squirmed and licked with all the energy he could muster. He knew in his heart though that he wouldn't be able to satisfy his demanding goddess, and that an even worse hell would be awaiting him soon...