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When the elves won the war against humans, they agreed that humans were too ambitious to be left alone. It was decided that they would be shrunken and sold as pets, slaves, snacks, or whatever else they wanted to do with them. You and many other humans had fled, hoping to avoid this fate but with the entire continent now under elven control, there was nowhere to go. It was a matter of weeks before you were found by a patrol, shrunken, and shoved into boxes or pouches by the sorceress among them. After days of rattling in the darkness of a small box a light shone into it. You saw the face of a giant, blonde, elf maid, then a hand. Her hand was as big as the entire box, there was nowhere to run from it so you cowered as it scooped you up. You were thrust back into darkness, a tight, very uncomfortable grip that you couldn't move in. The hand opened up dropping you roughly onto a soft fabric. The maid wordlessly walked away. You turned around to see a girl, she had the air of a petulant teenager, which meant she was probably around 70 in human years. "Oh good, my new pet is here. Come join the others and worship my feet." She said. You took a second to take everything in. There were two other shrunken humans at her soles which were extended towards you. The one to your left looked a little too eager, practically throwing himself at her heel. The other was hesitantly licking her other foot. It didn't seem real. You had never seen an elf in your secluded village and now you were a slave to one 50 times your size. It was a deeply terrifying experience. "Hey! Snap out of it and lick my feet, worm. I shouldn't need to remind you how easily I can crush you." She commanded. She lowered her foot, shoving the more hesitant slave onto his back. He was completely helpless under her foot. Before she fully lowered her foot, she pulled it back. She wasn't trying to punish him after all, just scare you into obedience. You hurried towards her foot and started licking; your mouth filled with sweat, salty and acrid. Her foot was remarkably soft and clean, combined with the maid you could guess she was a noble of some kind. That didn't mean it smelled any better though. Her foot was covered in sweat and more pungent than anything you had ever smelled. It was a hot summer day, and you could guess she had been wearing boots from the faint scent of leather. "That's a good boy." She paused. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Viola, but you can call me mistress. You'll serve me until you die, which hopefully for you, isn't as short as the one you're replacing." You continued to lick her foot, you didn't have to wonder what happened to your predecessor, you were pretty sure he had been crushed under it. Viola pulled out a book and laid back in bed, letting the three of you work. You tried to whisper to the other slave next to you. Suddenly her foot raised up and slammed the bed, throwing you backwards. "I can feel when you stop licking, get back to work." Viola commanded without looking up from her book. You kept licking for hours until your tongue was rubbed raw, the salty sweat stung it. "You've been doing a good job newbie." Viola said. "You deserve a break." You had never been so happy for a break when her toes came towards you. You turned to run but she snatched you between her toes. Her toes rubbed you up and down, assaulting all your senses, getting sweat in your nose and mouth, and crushing you on all sides. Fighting was useless, you were already tired and her toes were each the size of you. All you could do was let her play with you like a toy, which she did for a while, continuing to read her book. As the sun was setting Viola put her book down, and released you from between her toes. She slid off her bed and deftly scooped the three of you up in her hand. She walked over to a terrarium, inside which was a dollhouse. You were finally getting a real break. She plucked the slave who had been next to you from her fist and placed him gently in front of the dollhouse. "You get a break because you've been working so hard since the last one died." She told him. "As for you two, I have to go, and you're coming with me." The other slave in her hand looked excited, though he was probably into this for some reason. She pulled over a leather boot, and dropped him into it, then pulled over another. She held you over it. The smell wafting from it was warm leather and an ungodly foot stench. You tumbled into the darkness with only a small window of light above it. These boots were old and worn, covered in years of collected sweat that emanated from all sides. You noticed a dried blood stain about the size of you, likely belonging to your predecessor. The light was extinguished by Viola's foot approaching. You scrambled to the toe of the boot to avoid that fate just in time. Her toes were right in front of you, with just barely enough space for you to move. Suddenly she began to move, throwing you around. She splayed her toes and kicked her boot against the ground twice, the first pushed her toes into your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. The second pushed them over you, trapping you beneath them. Her sole pressed into your left side with an uncomfortable warmth that couldn't escape from the leather. It was already like a sauna and you had barely been in her boot 30 seconds. Every step she took pressed her sole and toes into you harshly, if you were under her sole you would be crushed in an instant, instead you were just slowly squeezed between them. The smell, heat, and pressure bombarded you, every step felt like a vice tightening ever more, and Viola simply went about. This normal evening for her was a horrific form of torture on your tiny body. After an immeasurable amount of time her foot slid back and pulled out of the boot. She tilted the boot and you fell onto her hand. "Has it been a long first day? I think you've earned a real break for the night. despite what you may think, I'm not a monster." She gently placed you into the terrarium from before. You entered the dollhouse which was stocked with crumbs of food, bits of cheese, fruit, and bread the size of your head. You heard fabric shifting, and saw Viola undressing through a window. She really was gorgeous, a petit body (though maybe not from your size) with surprisingly large breasts and a tiny butt that wiggled a little as she took off her skirt. Her expensive-looking silk underwear hugged her body as she climbed into bed, and shot a wink at your window. "Mother will probably be angry that I'm not wearing pajamas to bed, she says it's unladylike. You guys deserve a little treat though." It was a warm night, and she slept with the covers mostly off. You couldn't help but admire her body, even if, despite what she said, she was a monster. You thought about the other stories you had heard of the shrunken humans, eaten as snacks, crushed like a bug, or slave to any number of other elves. At least Viola was attractive nobility. Her feet weren't covered in dirt and callouses like a laborer's. This was about as good as it got for shrunken humans, which was an equally comforting and horrifying thought.

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When the elves won the war against humans, they agreed that humans were too ambitious to be left alone. It was decided that they would be shrunken and sold as pets, slaves, snacks, or whatever else they wanted to do with them. You and many other humans had fled, hoping to avoid this fate but with the entire continent now under elven control, there was nowhere to go. It was a matter of weeks before you were found by a patrol, shrunken, and shoved into boxes or pouches by the sorceress among them. After days of rattling in the darkness of a small box a light shone into it. You saw the face of a giant, blonde, elf maid, then a hand. Her hand was as big as the entire box, there was nowhere to run from it so you cowered as it scooped you up. You were thrust back into darkness, a tight, very uncomfortable grip that you couldn't move in. The hand opened up dropping you roughly onto a soft fabric. The maid wordlessly walked away. You turned around to see a girl, she had the air of a petulant teenager, which meant she was probably around 70 in human years. "Oh good, my new pet is here. Come join the others and worship my feet." She said. You took a second to take everything in. There were two other shrunken humans at her soles which were extended towards you. The one to your left looked a little too eager, practically throwing himself at her heel. The other was hesitantly licking her other foot. It didn't seem real. You had never seen an elf in your secluded village and now you were a slave to one 50 times your size. It was a deeply terrifying experience. "Hey! Snap out of it and lick my feet, worm. I shouldn't need to remind you how easily I can crush you." She commanded. She lowered her foot, shoving the more hesitant slave onto his back. He was completely helpless under her foot. Before she fully lowered her foot, she pulled it back. She wasn't trying to punish him after all, just scare you into obedience. You hurried towards her foot and started licking; your mouth filled with sweat, salty and acrid. Her foot was remarkably soft and clean, combined with the maid you could guess she was a noble of some kind. That didn't mean it smelled any better though. Her foot was covered in sweat and more pungent than anything you had ever smelled. It was a hot summer day, and you could guess she had been wearing boots from the faint scent of leather. "That's a good boy." She paused. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Viola, but you can call me mistress. You'll serve me until you die, which hopefully for you, isn't as short as the one you're replacing." You continued to lick her foot, you didn't have to wonder what happened to your predecessor, you were pretty sure he had been crushed under it. Viola pulled out a book and laid back in bed, letting the three of you work. You tried to whisper to the other slave next to you. Suddenly her foot raised up and slammed the bed, throwing you backwards. "I can feel when you stop licking, get back to work." Viola commanded without looking up from her book. You kept licking for hours until your tongue was rubbed raw, the salty sweat stung it. "You've been doing a good job newbie." Viola said. "You deserve a break." You had never been so happy for a break when her toes came towards you. You turned to run but she snatched you between her toes. Her toes rubbed you up and down, assaulting all your senses, getting sweat in your nose and mouth, and crushing you on all sides. Fighting was useless, you were already tired and her toes were each the size of you. All you could do was let her play with you like a toy, which she did for a while, continuing to read her book. As the sun was setting Viola put her book down, and released you from between her toes. She slid off her bed and deftly scooped the three of you up in her hand. She walked over to a terrarium, inside which was a dollhouse. You were finally getting a real break. She plucked the slave who had been next to you from her fist and placed him gently in front of the dollhouse. "You get a break because you've been working so hard since the last one died." She told him. "As for you two, I have to go, and you're coming with me." The other slave in her hand looked excited, though he was probably into this for some reason. She pulled over a leather boot, and dropped him into it, then pulled over another. She held you over it. The smell wafting from it was warm leather and an ungodly foot stench. You tumbled into the darkness with only a small window of light above it. These boots were old and worn, covered in years of collected sweat that emanated from all sides. You noticed a dried blood stain about the size of you, likely belonging to your predecessor. The light was extinguished by Viola's foot approaching. You scrambled to the toe of the boot to avoid that fate just in time. Her toes were right in front of you, with just barely enough space for you to move. Suddenly she began to move, throwing you around. She splayed her toes and kicked her boot against the ground twice, the first pushed her toes into your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. The second pushed them over you, trapping you beneath them. Her sole pressed into your left side with an uncomfortable warmth that couldn't escape from the leather. It was already like a sauna and you had barely been in her boot 30 seconds. Every step she took pressed her sole and toes into you harshly, if you were under her sole you would be crushed in an instant, instead you were just slowly squeezed between them. The smell, heat, and pressure bombarded you, every step felt like a vice tightening ever more, and Viola simply went about. This normal evening for her was a horrific form of torture on your tiny body. After an immeasurable amount of time her foot slid back and pulled out of the boot. She tilted the boot and you fell onto her hand. "Has it been a long first day? I think you've earned a real break for the night. despite what you may think, I'm not a monster." She gently placed you into the terrarium from before. You entered the dollhouse which was stocked with crumbs of food, bits of cheese, fruit, and bread the size of your head. You heard fabric shifting, and saw Viola undressing through a window. She really was gorgeous, a petit body (though maybe not from your size) with surprisingly large breasts and a tiny butt that wiggled a little as she took off her skirt. Her expensive-looking silk underwear hugged her body as she climbed into bed, and shot a wink at your window. "Mother will probably be angry that I'm not wearing pajamas to bed, she says it's unladylike. You guys deserve a little treat though." It was a warm night, and she slept with the covers mostly off. You couldn't help but admire her body, even if, despite what she said, she was a monster. You thought about the other stories you had heard of the shrunken humans, eaten as snacks, crushed like a bug, or slave to any number of other elves. At least Viola was attractive nobility. Her feet weren't covered in dirt and callouses like a laborer's. This was about as good as it got for shrunken humans, which was an equally comforting and horrifying thought.

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