Mathew couldn't think.

Like a dying insect on the ground, he twitched and tugged at his restraints. He'd lost track of how many times she'd forced him to climax, filling the cotton tip with glowing liquid again and again. He gasped, choking down air as the soft touch of her tool ran over his stomach to clean up his latest mess. He couldn't speak, his mind no longer truly with him as he lay glued to the table.

A party trick can only entertain for so long...

He looked drunk, intoxicated on pleasure as the tip of her fingernail dug underneath his arms and legs. It wasn't the first time she had glued someone like him to the table, but it was the first time one seemed to last as long as he had. Mathew was so incredibly disoriented, unable to move on his own power as he felt her fingers slide around his body. His clothes were put back onto him, meticulously, like a little living doll - A toy for her entertainment.

Her fingers curled around him, leaving him a broken husk quivering in her grasp. His world swung back and forth like a ride. G-Forces pulled at him, though her grip was unforgiving. Steps echoed down a stairwell, the sound of a door creaked open in the darkness. A small chain zipped down, clicking a halogen light on, the unmistakable smell of stagnant air from a basement passed by his lungs.

"Run..." Ash cooed, his mind barely registering what she had said.

Then, he was falling... He tumbled through the air for a quick second before his back smacked firmly onto a cold cement floor. Gasping, like being thrown into cold water on a hot day, he writhed and squirmed on the floor. Like coming down from the greatest high of his life, the tiny man looked up. Like a deer in the headlights, Ash loomed over him. A tower of unimaginable scale at his size. Arms crossed, she watched what he would do.

She'd broken him.

A smirk crossed her face as he looked around, propping himself up by his hands. It was almost as though she could see the gears turning in his tiny skull. Out in the open, after hours of tormenting pleasure, now set on a cold floor and given a direct order.

"Pathetic," She said down to him again, "Little dumbass... Oh well."

She heard Mathew squeak as the order finally sank into his mind. He could hardly get to his feet, stumbling like a fawn. He tried to run away from her though, huffing and puffing gently as she casually walked along behind him. Even a slow chase for her was like a cat toying with a mouse. His escape was just that, a pathetic show of obedience, faltering and fumbling over his own two feet. Without any real fanfare, she slid her right foot to his side and flicked it his way.

Whump.

Mathew was sent falling to his back easily, defeated as she hovered her foot over his body. He pushed himself back up, raising an arm in protest, begging to be used more - to become her pet for as long as she'd have him. None of his words reached her, just squeaks and peeps from the floor, like all the others before him.

The sole of her converse came down.

He yelped as he was pressed into the cold cement below her weight. It wasn't instant, she pinned him down, allowing him to really take in the moment before his demise. He clawed at her rubber sole, twisting and writhing, gasping for air as his lungs began to press in. With a simple shift of her weight a pop echoed throughout the basement. A chilling, satisfying crunch that jolted a pleasure of her own up through her spine. There was no more squeaking, just the cold sound of dirt grinding against her shoe's sole as she twisted him out like a cigarette. Left, then right, then left again.

Ash lifted her foot from the ground, revealing a little red twist of blood. Mathew was stuck to her shoe, a fitting grave for a stupid bug. Casually, she walked off, leaving a few more red splats in her wake before his carcass dried out with dirt.

Like gum on her sole, she simply forgot about her latest entertainment.

Moving onto the next...