The Widow - NEW! - First Part

I couldn’t believe my eyes. How was that even possible. My first thought was to look more, but then I already had the proof I needed so I decided to back off silently from the door. I turned to look back at the window, still opened, waiting for me to make my exit. I quickly tip toed away and suddenly the door opened behind me I was flooded with light. Damn it, I turned like a deer in headlights and it stung me. I swear I was stung by a bee or something it really did hurt and woah, I started to feel light headed. The light was turned on and I fell on my belly, face on the floor, numb as fuck like if the dentist paralyzed my whole body. I felt so numb. So senseless, I couldn’t move my limbs, My head was on its side on the concrete basement floor and I could see the looming shadow of the woman, the widow, walking next to me. Then her high heels were into view, very close from my face. 

“Hello there, boy.” The widow said. She had a very suave voice, she was standing next to me, her high heels close to my face. She tapped her foot, sending dust in my nostrils from the air whooshing away under her sole. “Little insects get caught in the spider’s web, it seems.” She said.  She nudged my face with a few gentle kicks from the tip of her classic black leather pump. She was wearing long nylon pantyhose with a long dress. I tried to scream my lungs out but not a single sound came out of my mouth, I was paralyzed. I had a hard time moving my eyes, I…. was …..falling a….sleep. 

But it lasted only a second in my head. When I opened my eyes, seconds later, everything around me was different. I was in a cage. Suspended from the ceiling, no more bigger than a small bird’s cage, and I was approximately 2 inches tall. The height gave me the vertigo. I was in that same room I spied on, but everything was now huge. She wasn’t just a witch! She was a widow! I mean, the other way around, wooh, my brain got quite the mix up.

“Psst.” I heard. I stood up and walked to the bars of my cage, there were other cages, all suspended from the ceiling, different heights but most were the same, with other small people, small human beings like me. “Psst you., the new boy!” I heard. It was another boy’s voice, he was in the cage next to mine. I walked to my bars and I got scared as all of a sudden, my predicament was reality. I wasn’t dreaming. I panicked. I screamed. “SHHHH! SHUT UP!” The boy said. “Shut…UP!” he insisted. I heard more of the same words coming from different cages. 

I did stop screaming. 

“Hey boy, it’s alright, okay? We’re all in the same shit, okay? But keep your mouth shut, you don’t want to get us killed, do you? Anyway…name’s Simon, I’m ….” He hesitated and counted on his fingers. “18 I think.” He added, he was therefore a bit older than me. Also, to my great surprise I realized I was naked, and he had small tiny clothes. I backed away from the bars, feeling sick, I wanted out, what was this nightmare, I screamed again.

There were high heel sounds above, like a woman walking on hardwood floor. 

“SHUT UP!” I heard Simon scream to me from his cage. 

The steps walked faster, then, there was a creepy door opening sound and we all could hear the heavy normal sized widow step walk down the stairs. Uh…oh….I shut up. When the widow was in the basement, there was aa shot silence, then the door of our room opened, the same door I spied thought the keyhole of. There she was, magnificently tall, walking towards me, fixating me with her gaze, her heavy stare almost crushing my tiny body. She walked up to my cage, which dangled approximately at her shoulder’s height. Her face came in so close from the bars, I could see the imperfections of her skin under her make up. She had dark red lipstick, overly eye shadowed eyes, and a black eyeliner bold trim making her blue eyes ever scarier. She was dangerously beautiful. I felt so small, so tiny, so puny, so nothing. 

“What’s your name, boy?” she said, her voice booming in my ears. She then smiled, like if she had good intentions. 

“F…F……F…F…” I was frozen…” Fff…Fran..cis…” I finally said, shaking like a high flag in the wind. 

“Well, little Francis, you do know it is bad to spy up on people and trespass on their property, do you?” She asked, again her loud voice making my cage’s bars resonate. 

“Yes...I…I’m sorry…pleas please…don’t hurt me…” I kneeled in the metal floor. 

“But Francis, it would be unreasonable not to punish you.” She said. She gave me an evil smile. “That way I will make sure you have learn you lesson.” She added. “There is nobody in my left shoe right now.” She said. The other boys in the cages all kind of made the same sound at the same time, some kind of “ewww”.

“Silence!” the widow shouted. I had to cover my ears. The boys all shut up. She turned her attention back to me, and grabbed my cage between her two perfectly manicured giant hands. There was a lock on the outside, she opened it and the door slowly swung open. I backed away from the giantess hand coming to grab me. “Come over here little Francis.”

“Don’t hurt me! Leave me alone!” I said. She snatched me quickly, I couldn’t move, Her fingers were around me, giant and powerful, pressing my body. Then she quickly moved her arm away and me in her hand out of the cage and I felt like falling down 200 stories in a few seconds as she bent down and lowered me down to the floor. She turned me upside down and I could see my destination. A shoe. A black leather pup with the interior completely trashed from being over worn. She had removed her foot from it, and was lowering me down inside. 

“NO!” I screamed. 

“Yes.” She said from up behind me. “You will learn a valuable lesson today Francis.” She said, I got closer and closer to the shoe’s opened. The creamy leather insides were blacked, I could see toe prints, sweat stains, some part of the insole were torn and/or literally detached, folded, crushed again a hundred times. The shoe was so big it was suddenly feeling like I was much smaller than I thought, maybe one inch and a half. The foot sweat leathery nylony humid and hot air coming from the shoe grabbed my like a cloud around my body, pulling me inside, and when she deposited me on the insole, I gagged. My hands and knees were on a smelly insole of that crazy woman. It was disgusting, powerful. The stench got to my nostrils, the air felt thick and something crossed my mind a moment. What would she do now?

I looked up the long high heel slope, and up in the distance my giantess tormentor stood up, her long dress hiding part her skyscraper legs. She was devilish beautiful, tremendously powerful and unbelievingly menacing. She lifted her left foot up and it was suddenly all I could see. A dark black nylon foot sole, and underside of toes where the nylon was reinforced. Toes that had a bit the shape of the shoe from being always inside. They must have been cramped in here for so long and they were descending on me. I would be cramped int here with them. 

“PLEASE STOP! Don’t do this to me! I have learned my lesson, please, let me go!” I said out loud. But there was no reaction, she could probably not hear me. I had to escape, but there was no way I could reach the edge of the shoe opening in time, the foot descended on me so fast, I only had time to duck and by doing so I ended up under her engulfing, stinky toes. The nylon mesh brushed on me, applied pressure on me. The toes were so powerful they dragged me deeper in the shoe, rolled me, slid me on the insole until I was wedge sideways under them, my arms trapped and stuck to my sides, I was there laying on my back surrounded by toes, who finally took their place when the heel of her foot finally wedge inside the shoe. She wiggled her toes on me, manipulated my tiny body into her sweaty nylon mesh. They were so smelly it was unbearable, I gagged multiple times. But the air was really taken out of men when the started to press down and sudden the weight of a thousand million trucks crushed me down into the shoe’s insole so powerfully that I felt the insole leather mold around me. I was being compressed beyond measure, yet, my body could take it for odd reasons I didn’t really cared about. The fact that she was walking on my without the singlest care in the world, forcing her foot stench on me I couldn’t help but wonder what was this woman thinking about, and how someone could be so cruel and twisted.  I wanted to panic, to be afraid, to be claustrophobic. I wanted to leave, to fight back, struggle for my freedom, but I was unable to budge, my mind wouldn’t send the signal to my muscles. The smell in my lungs and everywhere was so potent it was intoxicating me and probably acting like a drug of some sort. I felt light headed, stupid, and stuck. My will was gone. My mind was drifting off, dragged into subconsciousness by the thickness and musky smell. I felt my eyes revulse, my body become limp and completely numb again.

I…

The smell…

Perhaps….. I…uh….

My chain of thought was broken, my mind was being invaded, it felt like the odor was getting to my brain, was flowing in my blood. I drank her sweat. 

To be continued....