Good Treads

James had always been a sneaky little guy. For over five years now he'd secretly lived in Belle's house. Stealing scraps of food from her kitchen and masturbating in her shoes. Today his tiny luck had run out though. 

Standing before him was the southern bell, Belle herself. Belle stood about five foot nine, but was around six feet in her knee high platform boots. Her gorgeous long blonde hair waved in the ac produced air. As she looked down upon him in disgust and fear she could hardly control herself. 

"Ew! A tiny man, and worse, a tiny black man. My stars how the good Lord has cursed me." She said

"I ain't like that. C'mon now." James said back.

"You're nothing but a no good home invader, like a bug. And I suppose you know what happens to bugs." 

"Nah, I ain't no home invader. I've lived here for about as long as you have."

"What! That's disgusting, it's bout time I dealt with her ass to send a message to the other tiny men. You see my boots are heavy duty, with razor sharp treads. So a bug sized human isn't going to stand a snowball's chance in hell, up under them. " She said as she held up her foot pointing to the treads on her soles.

"C'mon man please." James pleaded

"No! I'm going to stomp on you then twist you into oblivion. Just like I'd do against any insect. You'll be reduced to nothingness."

"Oh, C'mon please don't. Get away from me bitch!" 

James made a beeline for the nearest mousehole. 

"What the fuck did you just call me? Yeah run for your mousehole, that's what you are, a pathetic rodent." Belle said as she ran after him 

She motioned her foot forward in a kicking motion, the front of her platform made a violent connection with James's back. James flew a few feet and landed on the ground. Belle slowly walked towards him and lifted her foot. 

"Prepare to rejoin your master satan in hell." She said 

She slammed her foot down upon James. Making true to her promise she rubbed him into oblivion.