Brockville -- Chapter 22: Waking Up With Derek

When I slowly regained consciousness, I realized that my head was lying on top of a muscular chest. Suddenly, everything came flooding back to me… I’d been abducted by one of the new, semi-giant police officers, taken to some little’s apartment, raped repeatedly, and choked. I had no idea how long I’d been out. My right cheek was resting against Derek’s chest, and I was facing towards his feet. I saw with surprise that the little who owned this apartment, whom Derek had kicked out before, was now back and worshipping his giant feet with his tongue.

“That’s it, runt, work your little tongue all over ‘em,” Derek grunted, “they’re a bit dirty from walkin’ all over your town.”

Derek slid his foot to the side of the little’s face, and brought his other foot around to the other side of his face, pinning his head between his big feet. The little tried to escape, but Derek just laughed and played with his head between the soles of his feet. After a few moments, Derek began to squeeze. “I could crush your little head between my big feet,” he grunted, “crack your skull like a nut, with almost no effort. You don’t want that, do you?”