Lupu's New Toy

It was a fairly normal day at Carne village, and Lupusregina Beta was making her normal rounds. After a round of patrolling the village itself and toying with Enri for a bit, she finally made her way to the forest edge to check for any monsters that had slipped through the security net. Usually all she would see during this inspection were harmless critters that the guards had ignored, but as she was strolling by invisible she spotted what looked like a red horn poking its way out of a small bush for a split second before being pulled back in.

Silently approaching the bush, Lupu stopped a short distance away and crouched down, ready to pounce. While patiently waiting she took note of the subtle magical scent wafting from the bush, and her playful grin turned serious for a moment before curling back. Minute after minute passed silently, before a tiny gnome like man finally emerged from the foliage and began inching his way towards some nuts and berries discarded on the forest floor. The man was only about 2' tall, with about another inch added by his red cone cap. He had a small grey beard, and his clothes looked like a simple leather tunic and pants and a pair of worn out boots. At the strange sight Lupu felt her mind tugging at her, and after a moment of thought recalled the Yggdrasil monsters known as Nisses, which she had never seen but had heard her creator speak of once before. The thought of her creator left her with a fizzy feeling and the smile she wore while she watched the creeping tiny turned a bit more genuine.

She waited until the tiny man was preoccupied with munching on a berry to walk up right behind him, dispelling her invisibility right as she brought the toe of her shoe to hover over his back. As a shadow suddenly engulfed him the small man turned around with a jolt, but was pressed down into the dirt before he could make a move. The panicked tiny struggled viscously, pounding his fists against the onyx black shoe, but he was unable to move an inch. Lupu watched with a sicken sweet smile until he ran out of energy, before finally addressing her minute prey. "Now isn't this interesting? This area of the forest should be completely under Nazarick's control and free of any trespassing monsters, but here you are within eye distance of the village acting like you own the place! I'm betting it because your so weak and tiny that nobody else noticed you, it really would have been a good idea to ditch the hat though". The mans only response was to shoot her a hateful glare, which she ignored. "Now usually  a fitting punishment for someone who trespasses on the property of the supreme beings, and who pounds so disrespectfully on something my creator gifted me would be to slowly crush you to death like a worthless bug... but if you show some proper respect to my footwear perhaps you could avoid that fate...". Lupu slightly lifted her shoe, giving the tiny man a clear view of its dusty and dirt speckled sole. Fear and disgust were plastered on his face, but after a quick glance to his sides he seemed to give up on fleeing and nervously began licking the dirt off of his captors shoe. Lupu watched with perverse glee as the tiny degraded himself to clean her shoe, sitting down halfway so she would have a better angle to watch him worship her. After several minutes he finally cleaned the shoe bottom adequately, and shot a hopeful glance up to the face of the grinning maid. Her only reply though was to bat him with the shoe he had just cleaned, sending him tumbling against the sole of her other shoe.

After finally cleaning both shoes to the sadistic maid's standards, he once again looked up nervously to see if she was satisfied. The maid gave a small nod of approval, but then lowered her hand down to him, holding it there expectantly. Still nervous but relieved to be done with his task, the man gingerly stepped onto the smooth brown palm, silently surprised at how soft the skin was given she appeared to be a maid. Lupu silently stood up before bringing the man up to her face, and slid her stocking clad foot out of one of her shoes without him noticing. She then started speaking to the tiny in a gentle tone, like one would use towards a child. "Not bad, not bad. They aren't shining perfectly, but I wouldn't have time to wait for you to get them like that anyway. You've certainly showed  how sorry you are for your arrogance, and I suppose you've earned a more honorable fate than an ant." Relief washed over the tiny man's face, which only made Lupu's smile sharpen. "Of course, I'm still not letting you go. This forest still belongs to Nazarick, and with your habitat gone you need somewhere new to stay. Thanks to your display though, I've decided to grant you a HIGH honor. The highest honor is being able to serve the supreme beings, as I was created to do, but the second highest honor is being able to serve their creations. Ainz-sama has been asking us to think hard about anything we want as a reward for our work, and it would be rude if I didn't have anything to ask for after he specifically told me to find something. You'll be a great toy/servant for me and my sisters, especially if you work as hard as you did licking my shoes". The mans face had shifted to horror, but there was nowhere for him to run while in his tormentors palm. With a slow chuckle at the poor toy's despair, Lupu bent down and dropped him into her open shoe. Picking up the shoe, she tilted it forward slightly so the tiny man would tumble forward before slipping her foot back into it. Gripping his head between her toes, his frantic struggles against her foot felt quite soothing. With a final lick of her lips, she stops paying attention to him and goes on with her patrol.

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(Tiny man POV)

Sharp pain shoots through your back as you land with a thud inside this strange sadists shoe. You struggle to lift yourself up, but the fall combined with how tiring cleaning her shoe had been make your arms give out pathetically. As the pain begins to fade, you regain enough of your mind to take note of the rancid smell. The shoe doesn't seem to be in poor repair, but it's clear that its owner wears it extensively. The pungent smell of sweat and foot odor washes over you in waves, making you gag. The floor beneath you is as damp as the vilest swamp, clearly soaked through with years of dripping foot sweat. Your skin sticks to it strongly, just lifting your arm off of it takes an effort. While being overwhelmed by your heinous new prison, you feel a sudden shift in gravity. Your body begins sliding towards the front of the shoe, you hear a wet squelch as you are dragged across the slimy floor. Shortly before banging your head against the toe of the shoe your movement finally stops, but any relief you felt vanishes like smoke as what little light had been leaking into the shoe is suddenly cutoff.

As a magical creature your night vision is strong enough to make out what is approaching you, but even if you had been blind you would have been able to guess. An exquisite stocking clad foot slides over top of you, but its quality is lost on you as both its smell and sweat soaked fabric assault your senses tenfold what you had experienced before. The pressure placed on your body is painful as well, but your head is being subjected to far worse. Snugly clamped between two massive toes your face is playfully rubbed against the vile stocking, and the nausea washing over you finally breaks you out of your fatalistic stupor. With renewed energy you try and fight against your pungent torturer, struggling with all your might and trying to free your arms from the smothering pressure of her foot. No matter how long you rage, your captor barely seems to register your movements at all. Occasionally your head is subjected to a stronger squeeze, but the realist in you knows that could very well be an involuntary movement. You aren't sure how much time has passed in this disgusting hell, but you eventually renege yourself to wait for the inevitable breaking point of pressure to grant you a merciful death. But as what seems like days go by you begin to doubt even that route of escape is an option. As painful as the pressure is on you, it illogically doesn't seem to shift at all. A normal person can't control the exact pressure of each of their steps, especially while going on their day, but this cruel maid seems to defy the laws of nature. As more and more time passes your torment never ceases, and it truly a blessing when you begin to numb to the pain and your consciousness fades...

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A wet slap sounds out as the tiny man falls onto the ornate rug, his eyes beginning to groggily open. The now shoeless Lupu waits patiently for her toy to regain all of his senses, staring at him with the glare of a hungry predator while wearing the smile of an innocent child. As he finally takes in his surrounding before staring up at her in abject fear and hatred, she finally speaks. "Good news my little insole, Ainz-sama generously granted my request to have your enter Nazarick as the Pleiades personal stress toy! You have the honor of serving and entertaining some of the denizens of Nazarick for the rest of your life, which thanks to magic will only be when we get bored of you. Since you were a gift of Ainz-sama, that isn't going to happen though... you must be so thrilled with your new place in life you lucky little squirt!" The sadistic maid ended her taunting by slamming her socked foot onto the tiny man, rolling him under her arch like a ball. Taking a seat on the floor, she spends a few minutes pulling and twisting him with her toes. Laughing at the painful squeaks ringing out from her new toy, Lupu bends her knee and tosses him onto the couch. Dazed, the tiny man is barely able to get on his knees before a shadow passes over him. Nervously looking up he sees exactly what he expected, a well endowed ass clad in panties dwarfing his vision like an eclipse. From the corner of his vision he can just make out the grinning face of the maid looking back at him, before the meteorite of flesh and silk slams into him with a bone crunching THUD! The pain nearly causes him to black out, but after hearing a few muffled words from owner of the ass he feels a rush of vitality pass through him. But even with a healed body there is hardly cause to celebrate, the steady weight on his body threatening to undo whatever spell his torturer had cast. The sticky sweat had not left him either, though it was hard to tell if it had clung to him from his last prison or was also present here. Overpowering the smell of the sweat however was the distinct odor of methane and feces that only an anus could produce, and the small man gave thanks to the gods that he at least wasn't on the other side of fabric.

The tiny slaves optimism faded fast as Lupu decided she'd given him enough time to wallow in his new predicament. It started with a slight shifting, the fabric of her panties rubbed against him and her weight shifted slightly. But she soon started to slide around the couch more violently, dragging him back and forth along its length. Returning to the middle, a merciful break from the pressure came as she lifted herself off the couch, only to violently return as the looming ass dropped down once more. Over and over again she bounced on her new cushion, as he learned the answer to his earlier question about the sweat as he stuck to the rising ass like a piece of gum only to be slammed down once more. As the endless cycle continued, the tiny man started to hear a faint rumbling coming from above. The volume grew rapidly, and as he finally realized what the noise was heralding a noxious stream of pressurized gas blasted him off the ass and back onto the couch. Just as he escaped the range of the awful wind Lupu landed back on top of him, giving him the cruel combo of massive crushing weight and skin melting stench. Realizing what she was subjecting her new toy, Lupu stopped her bouncing and left him to sniff up her onset of farts uninterrupted. As her stomach finally settled, she stood up and looked up down at her crumpled slave, who had turned a shade of green close to a goblin. Another quick healing spell returned him to a more healthy tone, and he greedily began sucking down air even though a fair bit of stench still lingered on the couch cushion. "That seemed get to you a lot little guy... I wonder how  much more you would hate it close up...". The tiny man didn't even need to look at his owners face to know what smug smile would be plastered on it, and instead watched as her hands slipped under her dress and slowly pulled down the panties he had just gotten so intimately acquainted with. As he was picked up and brought towards the caramel brown cheeks, a defeated sigh left his lips and he didn't bother even trying to struggle out of the grip of her fingers.

With an excited grin Lupu fingered her new toy into her waiting abyss, letting out a soft moan as she pulled her finger out with a wet pop. After pulling her panties back up, she walked determinedly towards the kitchen and started rummaging through the cupboards. Meanwhile, the living butt plug was slumped lethargically in new slimy hell. The smell was overpowering, both from the environment itself and the brown clumps that littered it. Gentler but just as rancid puffs of air blew by him, and a mucus like substance coating everything made the pink fleshy tube seem like the cavernous maw of a slobbering beast. Time passed without him having any idea the amount, until a familiar rumbling at an eardrum splitting volume echoed down corridor. With a fear wrought burst of energy the tiny man tried to grab onto something, but the walls were too slimy to get a grip. With mere seconds before his doom arrived, the desperate man shot a pained glare at a large lump of fecal matter before throwing himself into it. Worming his way into the disgusting mound just as the impending fart hit, the mans hair whipped violently towards the exit as the hot cyclone of gas pummeled into him. The smell was overpowering to the point he could barely feel anything, except the burning heat as his skin turned hot red and sweat poured out of him in buckets. The torturous ended eventually but was quickly followed by another, than another and so many more. After what felt like weeks, the exhausted man was finally greeted with a small shaft of light, as his owner held open her hole for him to leave from. Freeing himself from his literal shit of a shelter, the man dragged himself to the blinding light and fell out of the noxious cave back onto the couch from so long ago.

"Huh, I knew you were going to get pretty dirty with how many beans I ate but that's a bit more than I expected. We'll have to get you cleaned up before the next game... but I suppose we can make that a game too"!  Without any resistance the man allowed himself to be picked up gingerly between two of Lupu's fingers, before being dropped into her open cleavage. Before he could slide down out of her sight Lupu quickly pressed her breasts together, trapping him between the two fleshy mounds. Without giving him any more explanation, she started to drool out a large bubble of saliva directly overhead of him. Drop after drop joined him inside her cleavage, and he was forced to struggle violently for frantic snatches of air as the thick substance repeatedly dragged him down. Once she was satisfied she had added enough spit to submerge the tiny completely, she began playing with her tits to turn her cleavage into a viscous wash cycle. The man tumbled in what seemed like a foamy sea during a storm, gagging as spit poured into his mouth whenever his need for air overtook him. After a few minutes playing as a whirlpool, Lupu finally reached into her cleavage with two fingers and pulled her sopping wet slave out. After twirling him like a toy for a bit to dry him off, she dangled him upside down and brought him up to her face.

"I kind of ruined my appetite in my quest to give you as many farts as possible, but I don't intend to let that stop me from giving you the full tour of your new owner! I'll cast an acid protection spell onto you, both to save a resurrection spell and so you can make the trip fully conscious. Once your out and I clean you, I'll introduce you to my sisters! I know their going to love playing with you too! We might even lend you out to others in Nazarick when were too busy, we wouldn't want you growing fat and lazy while were gone now would we?"

Still processing his owner's latest taunt, the tiny man barely noticed her seductively lowering him into her mouth like a grape. His attention was grabbed as her coiling tongue batted him around her mouth for what felt like hours, toying with him before finally letting him slide down into her waiting throat. As he was slowly sucked down the slimy but tight chute that led to a pit of gastric acid, the man fantasized that perhaps the others that his owner mentioned would be less sadistic. Not that there would be anywhere he could escape to if they weren't...