Raven's a Bit Bored of Waiting

As Raven bid her teammates farewell, a pang of guilt ran through her about having to lie to them. As far as they knew their moody friend was going to the tower library to read in peace, but while she was heading to a library it was actually the public one, and her intention for heading there differed far from reading. But as much as she trusted her friends she knew they wouldn't understand this aspect of her life, and she couldn't bring herself to give it up either. Now in a funk from her own conscience she tapped her foot impatiently as the elevator continued downwards, which triggered a sudden spasm of squirming beneath the pit of her left toes. Her attention torn from her moral quandary Raven shot a smug look to the toe of her boot, before playfully scrunching her toes in response to the frantic figure beneath her.  By the time the elevator doors opened it had gone limp once more, and the now smiling superhero phased through the ground and stealthily made her way towards the Jump City library. She rose up in the alley nearby, an illusion spell already cast so any passerby would fail to recognise her before heading into the building. She clicked her tongue after seeing her friend hadn't shown yet, before lazily taking a seat. It took barely a minute though before the impatient teen bent down and pried her boots off, and nonchalantly stuck her hands into both of them. After feeling a figure from each jump into her waiting palm, she dumped the two shrunken men onto the carpeted floor before straightening up once more, trusting her little slaves to start worshipping her sweaty socks without an order. She indeed quickly felt a caressing rub through the fabric against her toes, and while she couldn't feel any kissing or licking she knew her pets would be greedily slurping up the sweat from her steamy soles. The little ones were only two of hundreds of criminals Raven had shrunken over the last few months, and their existence was the great secret she had to hide from the other Titans.

As much as Raven despised her father it was an unfortunate fact that his demonic blood tugged at her mind constantly, always trying to push her to embrace the violence and chaos that was her birthright. For years she had simply struggled against through sheer will, but not long ago she had felt her resistance grow weaker and weaker. The fact that she now had friends actually worried her far more than when she faced this alone, she couldn't bear the thought of turning against them. It was that desperation that drove her to shrink her first bad guy, that and the sexist mugger running his mouth off at her. She had planned on just keeping him tiny for a bit to teach him a lesson, but when she realized that tormenting the worthless bug actually seemed to sate the demon within her, she quickly turned it into a more permanent hobby. While she knew shrinking and enslaving anyone was hardly justified, she stuck to the underbelly of the city so she could at least convince herself she was still a hero. A constant supply was needed since her little slaves would always breakdown mentally after a while, and while the way the old ones treated her like a true goddess pleased her to no end, it was only the torture of the fresh ones that met her lust for cruelty. She used her shrunken slaves in all manners of ways, although smothering and grinding them beneath different parts of her massive body was her favorite. They weren't all that tasty but she still ate them on occasion, she didn't even have to dig them out after passing them since her toilet slaves handled it for her. They made pretty good sex toys as well, although she had to grow them up a bit whenever she was in the mood for that. There were countless disgusting and strange ways that she dominated the insects, many of which were suggested by the friend she was waiting for. Jinx had once been a fierce rival to Raven, but after the super-villainess discovered found some of her tinies during their invasion of the tower, a secret friendship had quickly blossomed. Neither teams had any clue that their spellcasters were hanging out together, or that they were bonding with a shared love for ruling over a bunch of pathetic insects. The point of this meetup was to discuss even more ways they could humiliate their shrunken servants, and maybe even head over to the hotel they often visited to play with them together. That would depend on when she showed though....

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For Raven's newest victim, his mind was equal parts shock at the situation he was know in as well as deep regret for ever choosing a life of crime in the first place. When the freaky goth super-chick strolled through the wall in front of him while he was running away with the wallet he just picked, he knew he was in trouble. But he had figured at worst he would get his ass handed to him a bit before being tossed to the cops, not being shrunk down without a word and batted around the alley like a ball! The pain of being kicked by the giant purple boots mixed with the awful smell and taste of the alley as he skidded across it, and he only gagged more when he was pinned beneath the filthy sole of her boot and had the shit stuck to it grinded into him. But despite how much it hurt he was somehow never squished like a bug, though he almost wished he had when the giantess above tossed him into the humid maw of her boot after getting some kind of alert on her gadget. The poor man landed with a splat on the sweat-soaked insole of his new home, the vile smell alone telling it's age better than the grime and holes that adorned. Bizarrely there was another man nearby to him, lying on his back and gazing at the giantess above like she was some glorious work of art or something. But the frightened man had no time to ponder that weirdo, as the light above was suddenly cut off by the looming shape of a steaming old sock. Horrified by the sight the man sprinted away as fast as he could, not even comprehending that there was nowhere to run to in this swamp-like hell. The incoming foot rolled over him just as he was nearing the toe section, and the man was flattened under its smothering weight. Hours upon hours passed and the giantess above thankfully didn't seem to walk much, but even when flying there was a constant flood of sweat and odor that washed over the crook turned insole. And when she did land every step that she took was like a building slamming down on top of him, but the merciful embrace of unconsciousness always refused to take him. Any time he tried to move and struggle he would be squeezed and toyed with by the playful piggies above him, and he quickly learned to just stay as still as he could and pray for the nightmare to end. After what felt like days the overbearing foot atop him finally left, and the exhausted man lied still in the murky imprints of his captors massive toes as he watched his odd companion happily jump into the pale palm that had replaced the foot, before finally leaving him in solitude. The man spent several minutes just gasping greedily at the still noxious air before returning to his feet once more. There wasn't really anywhere for him to head to though, so he milled around aimlessly before noticing a strange marking on a patch of insole. Going closer revealed that it was actually scratched on writing, which read "The Goddess Likes Her Boots Licked Clean". There could only be one person that this message referred to as a goddess, even if the shrunken man strongly disagreed with the moniker. The man looked around depressingly at the fetid pools of sweat and foot grime that stretched out all across this massive piece of footwear, but the still flickering hope of earning his captors good grace and returning to his normal size caused him to sadly kneel down and begin lapping like a dog at the debris that fell off that damned woman's foot. As he debased himself further and further for the small chance at freedom, he felt less and less like a man and more like a worthless bug.