Mercy's Spider Slave: Chapter One

Mercy had collapsed into bed exhausted the night before, work had been a circus and to make matters worse she had been greeted after her long day by a bunch of scuttling ants all over her apartment. After taking care of that and eating a very late supper, she didn't even have the energy for a shower. Meanwhile Widowmaker eyed the tired doctor impatiently through her window before finally seeing her drift to sleep. It would be so very easy to snipe the annoying "angel" now, but she had been instructed to capture if possible. To make her mission more viable she had been provided an experimental piece of Talon tech, a shrinking device. Infiltrating the building at a minute size should be a cakewalk, and the device increased her hardiness just incase of any unforeseen circumstances. Unfortunately however after making her way into the apartment and trying to regrow herself the device suddenly sparked and smoked, frying itself and shocking the shrunken spider unconscious. It wasn't until the tender hours of the next morning that she awoke, and not moments after gaining her bearings and getting back on her feet she heard a rustling sound coming from the massive bed nearby, followed by a long yawn and a lamp clicking on. A groggy Mercy dragged herself out of her covers and was just about to head for her dresser, when she spotted an annoying little speck loitering on her floor...

Widowmaker couldn't even make out what the looming giantess was trying to say to her, but just as she had been prepared to raise her hands in surrender due to her rather useless size the massive sock of the pale titan slid across the floor towards her before curling up to blot the sky above. An instinctual attempt to back away caused the tiny Talon member to stumble and fall instead, still woozy from her forced nap. An expletive was barely able to leave the frightened bugs mouth before the overhanging sock slammed onto her with a thud, Widowmaker felt like she was being flattened under the pressure of it. Even worse than the pain though was the awful smell and texture, the accrued sweat and grime of at least 24 hours of the overworked doctor's life rubbing against her and making the hardened killer gag as some flowed into her unwilling mouth. She tried but failed to lie still in the hopes of playing dead so her cruel tormentor would lose interest, but the involuntary shakes and shudders of the disgusted insect could still be felt through the damp, clingy fabric of the sock. Feeling the subtle twitching Mercy assumed the bug she stepped on was barely clinging to life, and while somewhat enjoying the feeling of superiority that came with snuffing out a life beneath her soles she was also inclined to get on with her morning and pop the worthless thing already. With that in mind she started dragging her foot up and down and side to side across her wooden floor, trying to grind the offending bug into paste beneath her mighty tread. The bug in question was incapable of doing anything as they were scraped across the ground like an unwanted piece of gum, the dragging motion marinating her even further in the foul crud formed beneath her tormentor's tootsies. She even started to stick to the foul concoction embracing her, to the point that when the satisfied giantess thought she had felt her splatter and walked off she was unwillingly carried with her. While her vision was enveloped by the mucky foot above her the repeated slamming that she felt told her they were moving, a final torturous grinding rocked her as the foot above spun, and then was blissfully raised off the ground giving the suffering tiny a much needed break. This was hardly done out of kindness however, Mercy simply wanted to take a seat after working herself up over a worthless bug. She was also mildly curious how much she had dirtied her sock with it's corpse, and casually brought her foot up for a quick check. To her annoyance the damn thing was actually stuck whole to her foot and still lightly twitching, but just as she was about to bring her foot down to forcefully stomp on it she realized what it actually was. A full second passed as her tired mind tried to understand how she could be seeing what she was seeing, before giving up and grinning as she decided to simply accept this gift from the universe.

Widowmaker still couldn't make out what the giantess way saying even this close to her, but the taunting tone managed to come through and made the helpless bug even more nervous about her situation. Without peeling her off Mercy scooted backwards on her bed until she could rest her feet on it, and began sadistically clapping and rubbing her feet together to torture her tiny toy. The toy in question was smothered between two sopping socks, her body being dragged all across them and painted in the viscous sweat that rolled off of them. Her cries for mercy where either unheard or ignored as the cruel goddess above treated her like a simple foot toy, batting her around the bed for ages. Finally as she was clasped tightly beneath her toes the mischievous giantess let her legs lie still as her captive gasped greedily for air, not even caring about the clinging musk that still swirled around her. She could hear her goddess speaking again but didn't even bother trying to parse the rumbling voice this time, simply bracing for whatever was to come as her prison swung closer to the giantess who reached an enormous hand towards her. But the approaching hand curved upwards before reaching her, instead grabbing the tip of the sock and peeling it off her sweaty foot. Widowmaker was smothered by the limp fabric as it hit the bed, unable to struggle free until the giant hand tore it off of her and snatched her before she had a moment to flee. She was then slowly brought towards the flexing toes of the giantess, her screams and struggles ignored before she placed in between two of the reeking digits which lightly held in her place. With her hand free once more Mercy peeled off her other sock, before redirecting her attention to the sad toy squirming amongst her toe jam. She couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic the once terrifying assassin had become, before silencing her squeaking cries with a simple clench of her toes. Widowmaker was engulfed in the soft flesh of the giantess' playful piggies, which marinated her even further in the foul sweat this foot seemed to be drowning in. For the next 20 odd minutes the poor spider was toyed with atop the cursed bed, crushed, grinded and smothered beneath the disgusting feet of a usually friendly doctor. The grime that was rubbed into her or forced down her throat made her wonder if the damn woman had showered in years, but any indignant shouts that she could fit in between the endless squashing were ignored by the gleeful giantess. But as much fun as Mercy was having she couldn't help but notice the clock, and reluctantly accept that she had to get a move on if she was going to make it to work on time. Chatting to her victim casually as if they were good friends, she carefully plucked the tiny bug from between her toes and started making her way towards the front entrance of the apartment. 

Once she reached her front door and more importantly the pair of shoes she had haphazardly left on the floor the night before, Mercy got on her knees and started dangling the helpless bug over the foreboding opening of one of them. After a few moments of enjoying the frantic tinies cries she dropped her in without mercy, before nonchalantly walking off to shower, get dressed and maybe shovel down some breakfast. Left to her own devices for the moment, Widowmaker curled up for a much needed rest for a minute or two. Once she had calmed down somewhat she got to her feet and began exploring her new environment after accepting that scaling out the same way was impossible, though what she saw inspired little hope for the tiny bug. Despite not being worn for some time there was still visible steam swirling in the air above her, and the insole below her was more defiled than a public washroom. Each step she took sunk several inches into the foul swamp, and her nose was burning from the overpowering stench of sweat and filth. She had almost made it to the toe section of the shoe, gazing around with the slim hope of finding some kind of tear to escape through when the entire shoe suddenly shifted, sending her flat on her back. What little light had been reaching into this foul hell was slowly cut off, but even in the darkness the horrifying form of a familiar foot was impossible to miss approaching. Even though she knew it was pointless her instincts still screamed at her to get up and run, but she quickly realized she was stuck fast to the grimy fabric beneath her, forced to nervously await her fate without opposition. The slimy foot slid across her like a massive snake, before it slammed down with the full weight of the giantess above. Even if she wasn't stuck before she would be now with the giant foot pressing on her, her face crammed against it's sweat slicked sole. Each step the giantess took only pinned her more and more to the foul thing, as both it and her sunk into the insole below with a disgusting squelch. The voice of her captor was even more unintelligible now but her pounding footfalls were both felt and heard, and even as pain-wracked and nauseous as she was Widowmaker could tell that the ground below them had shifted from wood, to carpet and finally to some sort of pavement. She took some solace in the fact she hadn't been thrown into the doctor's combat boot, but from the intel reports she had read before the mission she knew how frantic her giantess' civilian days could be as well. As she wallowed in the sweat and grime of her sadistic captor's bare foot, she really hoped she wouldn't leave her in here all day...