His skull throbbed as he felt pleasure washing over his tiny, cool body with every beat of his little heart. His sensations were lingering far longer than normal, but what most was troubling was the fact that all of the pleasure he had accumulated seemed to be staying with him. It was maddening... His body seemed to be storing it within him, and while his mind was slowly adapting to his new reality, he was still having troubles. His vision faded as the sound of wind blowing through trees off in the distance could be heard... Outside.

It was familiar...

"Finally..." Kiiarah said to herself as she shut the door to her home, stretching her arms out in her crystalline armor. Her pet had scurried off behind the house to hunt for something to eat before returning to her side, which was fairly normal. "I was beginning to think I would never see this place..."

That was it... Mat lay on the wooden floor staring up at her again. Blue hair, her ears ~ And her glowing green eyes. The language she spoke was the same foreign tongue he couldn't understand previously. He watched in anticipation from the ground as she removed her boots, her feet still clad in the same wraps she had crushed him in what seemed like over a year ago. It was her voice that really drove it home though. He didn't know where he was still, but he knew she was not someone to be trusted.

As she turned to enter her home, her hazy green eyes immediately saw the little blue tuft of hair on the floor... And a smirk drew across her face.

"Another one? It's been a while... I wonder why the Alliance seems to have such an interest in my little home. It's not like I have any secrets..." She cooed down to the little human on the floor as she walked toward him, one foot in front of the other. Her great toe slid over Mat's front, forcing him to his back once again as she felt his little arousal between his legs. "And you're enjoying this? I said long ago if I found another of you little rodents in my home... I'd have more fun with it. It looks like i'll finally get to have the chance."

He understood nothing of it as she slid her toe back off his body quickly. Mat yelped in pleasure, his arousal assaulted by the sweat-coated flesh as the horrendous smell infiltrated his lungs. Before he could get his bearings, she plucked him off the ground between her index finger and thumb and began to make her way toward the back room.

"W... Wait.!" Mat whimpered, "Please, Just give me a few more hours to calm myself... I..."

"Common Tongue... Bagh, I hope that shrinking potion was worth it ~ Alliance scum... At least you'll last longer than the last soul who tried this." Kiiarah grunted down to him.

It was useless, neither could understand the other. With her free hand she slid a stool over toward the wall, then immediately after, a small wooden chair. She didn't hesitate to sit down after having been gone for so long, her own body was sore from combat. As she sat, she pulled the Thundercall off of her back and set on the ground at her side. She leaned forward, depositing the little human on the stool before kicking her feet up on the table.

"Since you seem to enjoy feet, little human. Mine ache... Pamper me before I kill you."

He didn't understand her words, but her meaning was clear. The smell engulfed his body, only adding to the crippling pleasure he felt at her feet. The sight of her soles was magnificent ~ Even unkempt, they seemed to be perfect. If he looked closely enough, he could still see some blood where he had been killed so long ago. He had brown hair back then, she probably doesn't even recognize him.

She let her right foot roll to the side as she slid her arms behind her back, so that he could get to work on her feet. She didn't expect them cleaned, but there was something intoxicating about having her enemies lick the grime from her soles. Even if the Alliance and Horde had worked together on several occasions, she still disliked them... And having a human snooping around her house was reason enough to torture and dispose of it any way she saw fit.

Mat crawled on his hands and knees toward her bare skin, and as soon as he got to the ball of her foot, he began to nuzzle at the damp and humid flesh. Being in her feet's proximity was like a sauna cooking him alive, it was almost as though he had begun to absorb the aroma into his skin as a form of pleasureful energy ~ An energy that was dangerously overloaded. He couldn't release... He was doomed to simply keep building this energy up until his mind could no longer control it. Time away from the tortures helped him cool off, but this constant assault had him well tortured.

"I said, Lick..." She growled down to him, nudging her foot in his direction. He was knocked to his back, unsure of what he did wrong. Slowly he got back onto his hands and knees and crawled toward the skin of her musky sole. His little body quaked as he brought his hands up from the floor. His arousal slid across the slick and grimy skin causing him to cringe as though he were in pain.

His lips parted... His tongue slid out, and made contact with the salty flesh. He began to lick, without understanding her orders.

"Mmm... I can feel it. You're so pathetic..." She teased, her foreign voice only causing Mat more curious pleasure. Would it ever end? "Enjoy 'Little' Alliance slave."

Seven Hours Later

She had forced Mat to lick her feet for a long while. Each time his tongue made contact with her flesh, it sent a chill of dominant pleasure up her own spine. She was drinking it in ~ What better way to relax for a little while than to make a Human lower than dirt? She had a long distance to travel in a short period of time, so unfortunately her torture session could not last forever. It had already cut into her schedule...

"You're lower than filth... You'd think whoever keeps sending you here would learn once their spies stopped coming home. Oh well..." Kiiarah smirked as she lifted her foot from the stool. She plucked up the Thundercall once more and slid it onto her back, leaning forward in her little chair as her other foot still loomed over Mat's tiny body. "And you like it too... At least the last spy was clothed."

Mat was quaking in pleasure, his little mind gone as he looked up to the giant Blood Elf before him as she scolded him in a language he couldn't understand. It did nothing but add to the pleasure - her expression said all she needed to portray... He was going to die again. Kiiarah brought her hand forward quickly, bringing her middle finger to her thumb as it neared him.

~Flick~

The impact to his chest shattered his little ribcage. His lungs heaved in as the wind was knocked from them and he was sent flying backwards. Kiiarah giggled sadistically as she stood with her boots in hand, walking toward the door. Blood poured out of Mat's little mouth as he looked up to her. She didn't break her stride... Her right foot lifted high above his tiny body, hovering for only a second before her heel connected with the ground. Her toes followed as the fabric engulfed him, forcing him to his back in her stride.

She felt his body buckle beneath her. His little skull flattened so violently an eye was thrown from its socket. He was still alive after her first step... His intestines pressed out next to him forming a seal with her sweat-soaked dirt-coated bandages. He was about to become one with her filth.

"Human trash..." She cooed down to him. As she exited the building she slipped her boots back on, ever amused by his body still stuck tightly to the fabric of her foot wrappings. She gave a whistle, and as if from nowhere her pet emerged from the shadows. "Now I have a matching set..."

~One bloodstain under her left foot over a year old, now this one under the right...~