“Hello! I am Olivia Parker with
Gallery Gazette and I have been granted exclusive permission to meet and
interview the mysterious Selene Grey, the artist that has been making waves
across the world recently with her stunning and vibrant displays of color.
Today, I hope to learn more about her processes and maybe even get a taste of
how she creates pieces like the one that just sold at auction in Paris for an
astounding €5 million.”
Olivia straightened her
pantsuit as she knocked on the door. For a few moments, she waited in excited
silence. For the past few months, rumors had come out about her that seemed
like it could make quite the scoop. She thought about her questions as she
waited.
With a soft click, the door opened,
and a tall, curvy blonde woman opened the door.
“Olivia, is it? With Gallery
Gazette? I’m Selene, please, come on in.
“Thank you so much for this
interview! Your works have caused quite a stir in the art world, and I am
honored to be the one to discover the lady behind it all.”
“I am so glad that so many
people have taken an interest in my paintings, but please, step inside and I’ll
get you something to drink while we chat. Champagne?”
“That would be lovely, thank
you.”
Selene beckoned Olivia inside
and closed the door behind her with a soft click. Olivia was immediately
greeted with a sprawling view of New York City behind a towering pane of glass.
A minimalist seating room sat overlooking the scenery, with a large kitchen off
to the side. Selene beckoned Olivia to sit down as she grabbed a bottle from a
fridge before popping off the cork into the sink with an opener and pouring the
sparkling fluid into two crystal flutes.
“Enjoy, it’s one of my bests.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Call me Selene.”
“Yes, Selene. Mind if I ask
some questions now?”
“Go right ahead.”
Olivia flipped through her
small binder, scouring over her notes about her work from past galleries she
attended.
“So, how would you describe
your art style?”
“Definitely avant-garde and
experimental. As you could probably tell by these strokes and marks, I don’t
use brushes or anything like that. I prefer to use my body as my instrument. My
hands, feet and other parts of my body create these patterns. Ultimately, I
like how the colors look on the canvas and it’s fun to make. I hope that my
fans appreciate the blending of the colors on the canvas.”
Olivia nodded, scribbling notes
onto her page.
“So, what about those famous
red splats across your art. They don’t look like normal paint, and in your
older pictures, they’ve mostly turned black or brown. I’m curious how you were
able to achieve these effects.”
“Tinies!”
“Tinies?”
“Mhm, ever since I was young, I
loved to trample those little pests, always savoring the crunch they made as I
stomped their guts out. Those gross vermin kept invading my family’s food
storage, so I started crushing them. Eventually, I realized that the red
splotches I left in the dirt might be good in my art, so I started grabbing
them and dropping them in globs of paint before smushing them into the paint. I
really liked how it looked, so I have sort of made it my signature.” Selene
chucked, taking a drink from her champagne flute. “I must have crushed untold
thousands of them now. The colors fading is expected as their little bodies
wither away, but I feel like it adds a certain commentary about the
impermanence of fads. Everything loses its luster after awhile, and just as my
newest works feature these vibrant splatters, they will eventually wither and
fade away. Even the most beautiful flower will die one day, after all.”
“Fascinating.” Olivia replied,
dutifully noting down her speech. “I’ve crushed a few myself, but never thought
of it in that manner. I always just treated them like any other bug. It’s so
interesting how you managed to turn something most of us view as pests into such
vibrant and poignant pieces of art.”
“Plus, I just find it fun. Not
to mention how it’s helping contribute to invasive pest control.”
“Very resourceful!” Olivia
chimed in, scribbling more notes onto her paper.
“Would you like to see me work
on a new piece? I got one set up in my studio ready to go if you want to
observe how I work.”
“I would be honored, Selene.”
Selene took the two empty
champagne glasses and set them in the sink before grabbing some red wine
glasses and a matching bottle.
“I like to have something to
sip on while I work.”
Beckoning her forward, the two
walked across the sitting room to a door, leading to a darkened room. A flick
of a switch brought light into the sparsely decorated room. Large cabinets
along the wall seemed to house tools and paints, while in the middle of the
room, a large pure white canvas rested atop a paint smudged protective sheet.
Selene set the wine down on a table next to the canvas before walking to one of
the cabinets. She grabbed a few squeeze-bottles of paint before returning to
grab more. After a few trips, she had amassed a small collection of a spectrum
of paints. She unscrewed her wine bottle and poured out two glasses.
“Thank you!”
Selene shot her a knowing smirk
as she took off her shoes, followed by unbuttoning her top.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“I find that I do my best work
in the nude, plus it gives me more brushes to use. I hope you don’t mind.”
Without hesitation, she
continued to strip, removing her blouse before unhooking her bra. Selene ran
her hands across her bared breasts before sliding her hands down to her skirt.
With a smooth motion, she unzipped it and slid it off, closely followed by her
undergarments.
“You look gorgeous, Selene.”
Olivia commented, looking over her fully nude form.
“In addition to utilizing my
assets, I like the power it commands. One of the biggest thrills of crushing
tinies is the power I wield over them. I’m like a god to them and crushing them
in the nude I feel highlights it.”
Selene grabbed a small,
lacquered box from a drawer.
“Observe.” She replied, opening
the ornate lid to reveal a small cluster of inch-tall creatures. Tiny faces
turned upward, squinting through the blinding light at the enormous figures
staring down at them.
Selene grabbed a bottle of yellow
pain, popping the lid off as she plucked one of the tinies from the box. With a
flick of the wrist, she tossed the tiny from her hand like a bit of trash,
watching as it hit the canvas with a sickening thud. Showing little regard to
the tiny’s safety, Selene gently squeezed the tube of paint onto the twitching,
splashing it with the oily liquid before she raised her sole. Olivia stared
intently as Selene’s slender sole sunk into the goop with an audible squelch,
followed by a wet crunch. Her foot arched and her heel rose to the sky,
standing triumphantly over the yellow glob. Selene swept her foot to the side,
smearing a yellow streak into the canvas. Mixed into the middle of the smear
was her trademark red mark, the remains of the tiny crushed into a gory
splatter beneath the beautiful sole of an artist.
Olivia scribbled more notes,
torn between writing for her article and observing the scene before her.
Satisfied with her inaugural
crush, Selene grabbed a variety of paint colors and began squirting the viscous
fluids across her canvas. A rainbow of colors soon decorated the once-white
board. She quickly followed it by grabbing more tinies from the box and tossing
them into the painting.
A rainstorm of tiny bodies
spattered down onto the canvas, sinking into paint or landing on the board
itself. Any tiny able to stand up began to look around for a possible escape
from the nightmare woman who had taken them captive. Selene sunk her foot into
a mess of multicolored strings of paint before swiping to the right. Colors
mixed together into a rainbow tsunami as her sole swept over a tiny, crushing
it like a piece of trash under a truck. A streak of red melded into the gunk,
the pulped innards of the pathetic creature becoming yet another color in
Selene’s toolbox.
More stomps soon followed as
the helpless creatures exploded like worms under Selene’s mighty feet, leaving
footprints, smears and crushed tinies all over the canvas. After a few moments
of her unstoppable massacre, a painting soon emerged. Footprints, smears and
her famous tiny splats soon stained the once-white surface.
“Would you, perhaps like to try
crushing one?” Selene inquired, plucking a tiny from the bowl as she grabbed a
tube of sky-blue paint.
“Um, I don’t really know. I
don’t think I can add the flair that you are able to.”
“Nonsense, dear, you’ll do
wonderfully.” Selene cooed, sauntering up to her before pointing down at her
shoes. “Those heels would add a whole new dimension to my work, and to your
article.”
With a gentle smirk, she let
the tiny drop from her hands before squirting long strings of blue paint over
the ground. The tiny squeaked as its body landed on the wood-backed canvas
below, slightly twitching as it struggled through the pain of its broken bones.
In a few moments, a torrent of paint rained down from the heavens, submerging
him in the azure goop.
“Go on, crush it like the pest
it is.” Selene replied, stepping back to examine.
Olivia nervously lifted her
foot before aiming straight at the paint coated tiny. She looked once at
Selene’s shining smile before slamming her pump down.
The thick platform of her shoe
impacted the ground with unstoppable force, sinking a bit into the blue paint.
A muffled squeak failed to reach either woman’s ears as the black wall pressed
down, emitting a series of wet squelches and crunches as the stylish pump
obliterated the helpless tiny. Its last moment would be spent flailing
helplessly in goop as the reporter nervously pressed its guts out.
“Marvelous, simply marvelous”
Selene replied, watching in amazement as Olivia absentmindedly lifted her shoe.
A crater in the shape of her sole was cleanly pressed into the viscous fluid,
speckled with bits of dirt and litter that had clung to her shoes from the
street. Neatly framed in the middle was the pulped remains of what was once a
tiny, its entire body pulverized into a chunky red mush that stained the
surrounding paint purple.
“Just the step of a lady’s heel
was all it took to turn one into mush. I should incorporate shoes more into my
future art projects because that was simply marvelous.”
“I’m not fully sure on it…”
Olivia replied, nervously wiping her shoe on the canvas, leaving streaks of blue
and red.
“Darling, didn’t you feel it?
The coursing power up your leg as you felt the fastest bit of resistance. The
knowledge that there was a living creature under your shoe, and the gentle
crunch of it expiring beneath your might? In that moment, you were a goddess,
and you decided the fate of a lesser being beneath your step, as is your right.
Just as I create these paintings, I destroy these tinies to make them shine.”
Olivia smiled. “I guess it was
fun.”
“I want to watch you smush one
without the paint.” Selene replied, laying down on the painting while grabbing
a tiny. She placed it on the ground right next to Olivia’s platform heel before
deftly breaking its leg, leaving the minuscule creature helpless in the
presence of the godlike reporter looming over it.
Olivia lifted her heel from the
canvas, tormenting the pathetic tiny with the grimy sole of her shoe. Selene
pressed her face into the ground, eagerly watching as Olivia lowered the black
wall down like a press. Beneath, the tiny frantically squirmed for its life,
putting up its hand in feeble resistance to the thousands of tons bearing down
on it. The reporter had no interest in mercy as her weight effortlessly pushed
past the tiny’s protest before landing on top. The tiny’s squeaks turned to
helpless squeals and snapping bones as the enormous girl firmly reminded the
tiny of its place in the hierarchy. With little interest in drawing the
execution out, Olivia pressed down further, feeling the fragile body beneath
her deform to her weight. Bones shattered to dust and organs pressed into a
uniform slurry before its body burst like a little grape. Blood and viscera
squirted out from the ruptured body as Olivia’s heel made contact with the
ground.
“Roll your heel forward!”
Selene cheered, watching with delight as the tiny’s head, mercifully spared by
the shape of her sole, cracked and melted into yet more mush as Olivia pressed
her toes down. As her heel rose, strings of viscous blood dripped between the
mirrored bloodstains on her sole and canvas. Selene leaned forward and gently
kissed the toe of her shoe. Olivia was taken aback for a moment as the
acclaimed artist pressed her lips against the shellacked black surface.
“Darling, you are amazing.”
Selene beamed with pride. “That was such an intense display of power. I love
how a single step so effortlessly liquified the pathetic thing. It’s such a
different experience witnessing a thick pump crush them versus my bare sole.”
Olivia looked back down at
Selene, who she just now noticed was laying directly atop her art. Wet paint
clung to her body as she rose up, besmirching her breasts and stomach in a rainbow
of colors.
“I don’t just use my feet, you
know.” Selene added. “Olivia, dear. Please toss me some more tinies.”
Olivia plunged her hand into
the box, grabbing several squirming tinies before scattering them in the shadow
of Selene’s breasts, hanging over their heads like enormous pendulums. With a
sigh, Selene laid back down, feeling her boobs press down on the helpless
creatures. Despite how soft her body was, the unstoppable weight effortlessly
popped them like bugs. Selene moaned as her body claimed yet more lives. As she
lifted back up, blood and smushed tinies dripped from the multicolored orbs.
“Amazing” Olivia replied,
squatting to admire the mess staining her body. “I love all the different ways
you create the patterns on your art.”
“My body is my paintbrush.”
Selene replied. “I have so many tools at my disposal, so I aim to make the most
out of all of my assets.”
“It’s almost like you yourself
become a part of the art piece in the process. Have you thought about
photographing yourself next to your art while you’re covered in the paint?”
“I’ve thought about it before,
it might be something I add to my repertoire. I may need a photographer,
because I would love to get some action shots to include with my art.”
Olivia smirked. “That would be
great.”
“I just had another idea. Would
you be ok with stepping on me?”
Olivia was taken aback. “What?
Why?”
“You crushing those tinies
still hasn’t left my mind, and I had the idea that maybe you could crush some
tinies on my ass, and then I smear them onto the canvas.”
“I-I mean, you’re the artist.
I’m here to cover you and your work, so I’ll help with that if you want. I’m
honored you’d even consider it. That being said, why do you want me to step on
you?”
“I’ve been thinking about the
experience of the tinies, and well… actually, it’s just hot. Seeing someone
else crush tinies from that perspective made me want to try out being trampled
myself. I seem dominant when I make my art, but truthfully, I kind of like
submitting sometimes as well, and I think I’d like to be trampled a bit while
we crush tinies. If you don’t mind, that is.”
“No, no, I’m just honored to
help someone as renowned as yourself in your art. If you want to be trampled,
I’d love to trample you.”
“Perfect. Grab some tinies and
sprinkle them on my ass.”
Olivia plucked another cluster
of tinies from the box and sprinkled them onto the shapely buttocks of the
eager artist. Selene moaned with delight as she felt the tiny bodies pelting
her ass, bouncing or simply slapping onto the firm surface. The reporter slowly
walked around, unknowingly pulverizing a half-crushed tiny as she turned to
face Selene’s ass.
With a confident motion, Olivia
stomped down on Selene’s asscheek. The artist yelped as the heavy shoe sunk
into the supple flesh, followed by a sensual chorus of pops and squelches as
the helpless tinies crunched beneath Olivia’s sole. She pressed down, twisting
and scraping the specks into little smudges, a mixture of pulped guts and paint
mixing together into a slurry. Olivia nudged the side of her ass, turning the
two globes of flesh into a compactor for the tinies trapped inside. Mountains
of flesh closed in on all sides, guided by the force of Olivia’s legs until
more little bodies deformed and popped into red goo. As she let go, one tiny
desperately clung to life atop Selene’s anus. Bending over, the reporter gently
pressed on the tiny, watching it sink into the tight ring before it disappeared
into the abyss.
“So naughty.” Selene moaned,
resisting the urge to squirm from the pleasurable sensations of the faint
squirms in her asshole.
The last few tinies stared
helplessly into the sky. Across the valley, tinies just like them had been
firmly annihilated under the titaness’ stylish high heel, pressed into a mess
of paint and pulp. Their destroyer, their goddess stared down at them with a
disgusted expression before brining her palm down with the force of the
heavens.
A meaty slap echoed through the
studio as Olivia firmly slapped the artist’s ass, smashing any tinies in her
wake. Selene nearly screamed in ecstasy as the reporter’s hand stung her soft
asscheeks. Not wanting the crushed specks to dry out, she quickly flipped onto
her back and gingerly rubbed the two mounds of flesh across the canvas, adding
more red smears and smudges to the paint. Within a few moments, her ass was
coated in a ruddy mixture of popped tinies and a variety of colors.
Selene rose back to her feet
and stood next to Olivia, admiring her handiwork. What was once a blank canvas
had become filled with a dazzling display of colors, swirls and scrapes of
paint mixed with foot and shoeprints of a range of hues.
“It looks amazing.” Olivia
broke the silence.
“Your addition made it all the
more enjoyable to create, dear.” Selene replied.
Olivia turned to look at
Selene, her nude body coated in as many colors as the canvas before them. “Will
all this paint cause any issues for you? I mean, the stuff isn’t exactly the
healthiest, and it’s all over you.”
“I always buy non-toxic paint
so it’s safe to get all over me. As for washing it off, it should come off
well, though the shower may get a bit stained if I’m not careful.”
“You look gorgeous in all those
colors by the way.”
“Thank you, dear. Now, normally
after I’m finished with this part of the process, I add bits of color with a
brush before I shower, but since you’re here and were so kind enough to humor
me with my… unconventional process, I would like to give you the honor. Just
don’t paint over the tiny splats.”
“Thank you, Selene, truly,
thank you.” Olivia responded as Selene carefully hooked cables onto a side of
the painting. With the push of a switch, the mechanical whirr of motors filled
the room as pulleys in the ceiling gingerly lifted the large canvas until hooks
on the ceiling grabbed ahold of it, suspending the enormous art wall before
them.
“Also dear, there’s some
alcohol wipes in that drawer over there so you can wash the paint off of your
hands and shoes.” Selene replied, slipping through the door.
Olivia dug underneath one of
the cabinets before finding a box of wipes. She admired the bottom of her shoe,
smudged in paints and the smushed remains of what once were tinies. For a
moment, she thought about what she and Selene had just done. Like most people, she
viewed them as pests, and treated them accordingly. However, the sensuality
Selene seemed to add to the whole experience was on another level. Her art elevated
the simple task of destroying invasive critters to a form befitting an artist
like herself. She shivered with pleasure as she wiped the mess off of her shoes
and hands, returning her soles to their usual black. Nevertheless, she thought,
she hoped to stain them red with tinies once again.
Once Olivia cleaned herself up,
she grabbed a brush from a tray and a small collection of paints. Over the next
few moments, she carefully examined the piece before dipping the brush and
gently adding flecks of color across the piece wherever she felt fit.
Selene re-entered the room,
dressed in a simple shirt and shorts and stood in front of the piece.
“I love the additions, dear.
Your brushstrokes pair well with what we’ve made. Thank you for your
assistance.”
Olivia simply smiled and
examined the completed work one more time.
“Next, I will have my team come
to collect it later today and it will be shipped to the gallery. I hope to see
you there to cover it.”
“Gallery Gazette will
definitely be there, so I hope to run into you! I believe I have all that I
need, so I will leave you to enjoy the rest of your day. Once again, it truly
has been an honor to interview you, and I hope you enjoy the art.”
“The pleasure is all mine,
Olivia, thank you for coming out here.”
“By the way, where do you get
the tinies?”
“I work with a local wildlife
service, they’re an invasive species and they’re pests so they’re more than
happy to give me all the tinies they catch for my artwork. They’d rather have
them smeared on a canvas than in someone’s home or restaurant spoiling food or
damaging property.”
“Very resourceful, and I
appreciate the efforts to keep our city clean and safe from pests.”
“They definitely are more fun
to crush than random bugs, that’s for sure.” Selene laughed as she walked
Olivia back to the door. “I can’t wait to read your article!”
“I’ll complete it as fast as I
can! Have a good day!” She cheered in reply before heading to the elevator and
out the building.
Olivia walked back down the street, her mind swimming with ideas for
her next article. As she approached the subway, a small figure in the middle of
the sidewalk caught her eye. A wild tiny had found itself trapped in the middle
of a footpath. With a smirk, Olivia ever so slightly changed her direction,
aiming herself dead on with the tiny. A few moments later, she sighed as she
felt the slight crunch beneath her heel.
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Selene sat on her couch, wine
glass in hand as she idly flipped through her latest edition of Gallery Gazette.
Upon turning over one page, she was greeted by a full spread article about her,
written by the same girl she had shared her proclivities with just a few weeks
ago. As she scoured Olivia’s eloquent words, a warmth radiated between her legs
as the descriptions and details filled her mind. After just a few minutes of
reading, she set the magazine down. One hand slowly drifted beneath her
waistband, while another began to draft an email on her phone. If Olivia was
able to create such a wonderful article from her first visit, she was curious
what the two could do if they had more time together. With a sigh, she hit the
send button and slid her fingers inside.