Mathew lay on the castle's cold, carpeted floor as he slowly awoke. His ears were ringing, his body felt stiff and sore this time, but he was alive again. Slowly, he sat up and looked around to survey his surroundings. The floor was covered in expensive carpet – not wall-to-wall, but simply rolled out. The walls were made of stone, and an open glass window showed beautiful clouds rolling by. Mathew could smell the fresh air coming through, a strange, silent tranquility that could only be had in a place like this. The walls were adorned with expensive trinkets and artifacts, and the bed within the large chamber looked like it could sleep six people…
He stood, his tiny feet patting on the stone floor before the wooden doorway to a side room opened. Beyond, he could see what looked like a medieval washroom of some sort. Soft skin patted on the carpet, nearly inaudible to the little one as he lay looking up to the beautiful dragoness in awe.
Zura yawned. Her hair was a mess, she had just woken up after having slept in that day. Though her morning was clear, she had a busy night planned tonight and needed to look her best. All she wore was a wrapping around her chest, and her panties from the night prior. Her tail swayed slowly behind her as she walked over Mathew, her soft, scaly paws barely making a noise. Zura made her way over to a small desk, sliding her tail through a fashioned hole in the seat.
Humming a rhythmic tune, the dragoness started to fix her hair.
"Hello?" Mat shouted up, though she either didn't hear him, or wasn't paying attention.
She was a good distance away from him, and his voice wasn't known to carry. The little one did his best to jog over, his heart racing as he neared. He didn't want to leave the place so soon, there was an air of mystery to the world he had found himself in. He had a drive to explore it, and though the thought of being crushed to death by her was incredibly arousing, he wanted to try and avoid it. For now, at least.
As he neared the back of her chair, the tip of her elegant tail swayed side-by-side. He wasn't paying attention as it came back towards him, knocking into his side and sending him sprawling to the ground.
She didn't notice…
Mathew, on the other hand, was beneath her feet as she sat. Her heel was raised, the sole of her foot was beautifully cared for and manicured. There wasn't an ounce of musk or sweat, instead the air was filled with the smell of lavender mixed with a hint of vanilla. Before he knew it, Mathew felt paralyzed with pleasure. Each beat of his tiny heart was like pumping a poison that kept him still, beneath her as she worked. He wanted to get her attention though, hoping that she'd be able to assist him, or at least keep him as a pet.
Slowly, he managed to get to his hands and knees, and crawl to the sole of the dragoness' foot. He was so close to her, his nose nearly touching the silky soft skin, though he reached out and pressed his hand on it. Velvet, was the only thing he could think of to describe the texture. Like a velvet sheet draped over muscle.
"Hmm?" He heard her say, though it was followed by a bit of a scoff as she slid her foot back over Mathew.
He felt her foot encompass his entire being as he was pressed into the ground. Beneath the carpet was simply stone layered together, and he was being pressed into a crack between said stone. Her foot kneaded down on him, forcing the air from his lungs as she explored his tiny body. The arousal between his legs was intense, something she noted as well.
"A human, in my private chambers?" She said in a hushed whisper, "I can feel your… Uh… Hmm. A voyeur?"
His heart pounded as she pressed down on him, sensing the nervousness in her voice. As she got up, she drug Mathew out from beneath her desk and slid her chair away. Mathew felt the stone beneath the carpet on his back as he was forced down. The carpet gave way a little, finding him a crack that took some of the pressure off. Zura's tail swayed, though her tone shifted a little as she spoke again.
"What a pleasant start to the day," She cooed, lifting her heel and pressing down on Mathew's pinned body until he couldn't breathe. He tried to struggle, and she could feel the twitches, "How did an insect like you even get up here? I don't feel any clothes… Are you one of the castle's servants?"
She asked questions as though Mathew could answer. His body twitched and squirmed, pleading for air as she kept him pinned down, denying him even that. Mathew could feel her foot twisting down on him, his arousal pressed deep into his stomach as the soft skin compressed his tiny body. It stiffened, but even with most of her weight on him, it wasn't enough to break bone – yet.
"Well? Speak up, I can't hear you." The young queen-to-be said, "No humans are allowed in my chambers. Unless… Ah, haha~"
She laughed, and Mathew could feel her laughing reverberating through her entire body as she stood back up. Her heel came back down, pinning him down beneath her entirely. With her hands on her hips, she looked toward the front door of her chambers and sighed.
"Tricks again. She found your interest and set you upon me, did she?" Zara speculated, assuming Mathew's presence was simply a prank, "Worry not, I'll punish you in her stead. You should feel honored, insect, that I'm even speaking to you."
She lifted her foot up from the ground, feeling Mathew fall back down. Gently patting her feet on the floor a few more times, she waited until Mathew was stuck to her firmly before chuckling again. She knew her own feet were too soft to crush a human in one step, though many steps would always do the trick. She walked over to her wardrobe, opening it up to get herself dressed with Mathew still stuck to the sole of her foot. Then, she slipped on her sandals, strapping them on tight and trapping him inside.
"Your sentence is death by a thousand steps," She giggled, straightening out every single wrinkle she could from her beautiful dress before turning back to the front door.
It was like being trapped in a broken trash compactor lined with mattresses. Each step was intensely pleasureful, sending bursts through his tiny body as the day went on. Zura worked him down though, until finally, bones began to pop and snap. She was on her feet a lot that day, attending different events with her parents and other royal dignitaries. Humans were present too, scurrying around making sure the ground was clear of any debris. Though, the crushed remains of other Humans were left in place as a reminder for the little ones to be careful around their betters.
The royal dragoness' day was long, and by the end of it, she could feel her feet had started to sweat. However, Mathew was still alive… Mostly. All of his bones broken, she took her sandal off in her chambers, seeing Mathew's tiny twitching body there. The daylight had gone, and the only light in her room was the flicker of the candle in her hand and sandal in the other.
"Your service was exceptional, little voyeur," She giggled, before noticing he was still aroused. She had accidentally managed to keep him on edge all day, never allowing him respite or a climax, "Though it has come to an end. "If you survive this, I pray you nourish one of the castle ground's birds well. Worry not, I won't remember you, so I shall not mourn."
With that, she dangled her sandal out of the castle's open window. Mathew was sent tumbling to the ground, landing on brick just as a cart outside rolled by. He survived the fall, laying on his back as the wooden wheels rolled over him. The last thing he saw, was Zura's face peering out from high above, before the underside of a wooden wheel finished him completely.
Crunch…