Chapter 32: Worship

Two more years had passed.

Delta engaged in numerous more torments to Paradise’s population. There were countless more city rampages and many a macabre realm for some whimsical and horrifying fantasy of hers. Though many more than surpassed her “hero realm” in physical pain, very few ever came close to the level of mental torment that scenario of hers inflicted on each and every human in Paradise.

The ruler of Paradise had essentially broken many people. Not in the sense that they went insane, as she precluded that. They also didn’t change in any way she couldn’t revert: their minds were hers to tinker with if need be. No, instead, many found themselves *wanting* to worship her, *wanting* to serve and suffer for her whims.

These people felt pain still of course, but they got a sort of enjoyment of things: a purpose from being her eternal toys. It wasn’t an erotic enjoyment necessarily, although those types of people did exist in Paradise. Rather, it was something of a way to better adjust to their new reality. A means of coping.

Delta punished it at first. She found it insolent that people would see things in a way that could even mildly soften their suffering. But, eventually she started singling them out for certain tasks. Their endless praise of her as a ‘divine goddess’ fed her ego of course. Moreover, she could still break them as much as she wanted.

The tan and slight circuit-haired woman lounged on her couch in her original realm. She was naked, sans a golden necklace with a gemstone filled with little people. It jiggled now and then when she shifted her head, tumbling them all around.

On the TV opposite her played some archived cartoons. The ‘floor’ of the realm was lined with her custom cities back before her commandeering of Paradise. Now, they were filled with people. They all scurried around the streets or, if lucky, found themselves with the knowledge to pilot the old-timey vehicles she added to her realm cities.

They were known only from history: “cars”. Many found it humorous that people used to be allowed their own personal mini-bus for private use. ‘How wasteful’, they thought. Delta learned from many a rampage that she enjoyed the crunch they offered, however.

Delta was laying on her back at the comparatively modest size of one mile tall. Her hand reached out to the floating snack bowl hovering in the perfect spot. She scooped up a handful of chocolate coated popcorn with swarms of relatively tiny people both at the side of the puffs and suck to its chocolate exterior. She popped her ‘treats’ into her mouth, chewed briefly then swallowed. A few of the specks got crushed into red mist beneath hill-dwarfing teeth, but most lived to digest in her stomach with all the other ‘food’ she ate thus far.

Without turning from the TV screen she spoke to the many thousands of people crawling atop her skin.

“More effort~”, she said.

Her entire body swarmed with some of the more devoted humans in Paradise. Each one appeared less than a hundredth of an inch tall to her. They threw their entire bodies into every minute massaging motion they could muster. There were mobs on her nipples, toes, thighs and, of course, near her crotch. With her senses she could feel them all, but it was the sensations of power they fed her which were the most appealing part of all this.

She cared little for their safety, and kept them on edge with the occasional random squish.

Her abdomen rose with an extra large inhale Delta did seemingly idly. A group at the taut flesh at her tummy region lost their footing and fell right into her navel. She smirked as her hand reached over.

“Be more careful next time~”, Delta said.

She slid a finger into her belly button and twisted, snuffing them all out in that claustrophobic space.

The current episode of the cartoon ended, and another one began. The 20-year old tyrant sighed lightly, then spoke.

“Alright, time for the other side.”

It was chaos on Delta’s body as she rolled over. The flat planes of skin on her front quickly turned to deadly slopes. Hundreds massaging her right breast tumbled into her cleavage as she rolled clockwise. Within that dark canyon, they were squeezed tighter and tighter together as her body turned till, at last, they popped against the flesh of her breasts.

The entire massaging team died: be they on her legs, arms, stomach or wherever else. Those at her crotch found themselves suddenly beneath it. There, they were crushed by the lewd organ with but small little coo on Delta’s part. A few actually survived for a little while, but Delta enjoyed the feeling of the couch against her womanhood, and shamelessly grinded herself into the piece of virtual furniture as she got comfy again.

It didn’t really matter though, their suffering pleased her and they respawned just a few moments later. Her skin was clean of their blood--having never been stained by it in the first place in fact. They were good as new at some random part on the back of her body.

Delta rested her head on crossed arms, which in turn rested on a pillow she made manifest. It was softer than anything humans had ever made in history, and all hers.

She turned to face the direction of the TV again and giggled. The next cartoon episode had just began, but her mirth was directed elsewhere. A comparatively small gray cloud over the street had poofed in to blast one of the many humans she had scurrying among the city to her front. Delta was entertaining herself with some code she wrote recently.

"

on any badDeltaThoughtEvent from user:

smite(user);

"

Whenever any of the humans below had a single bad thought about her even remotely in their subconscious mind, they were terminated in a random manner by the “smite” function she wrote. Sometimes it was lightning, other times they simply turned to ash. Sometimes, even, they exploded in a fireball that took out others nearby, regardless of the thoughts of the bystanders. All those smitten came back in the gemstones of a gold toe-ring she had on the second toe of her right foot.

Those massaging that digit could even look inside the clear-red gems. The people in there were shrunk down to better fit inside, and each gem was rife with them. Flames licked around the inside of the crystalline prisons. The fires constantly immolated them, only for them to respawn right back into the ever-burning inferno.

Delta’s backside was just as swarmed as her front previously. For instance, the speck-scale worshipers kneaded at the skin of her neck, shoulders, the small of her back, and all along the lengths of her legs. However, The most densely crowded area by far was set upon the soles of her feet. It’s there she appreciated the massages most.

Now that the cyber god was laying on her front, the bottoms of her feet pointed skywards and her soles were ready to be rubbed by the worshiping humans. This was by far the most dangerous area: even more so than her neck, which frequently crushed men and women as Delta adjusted her head now and again.

The massage teams at her peds carefully kneaded hundreds of yards of foot-flesh each, yet it didn't matter. For Paradise’s divine tyrant, little if anything was worth denying herself a pleasure. The bodily integrity of the devout specks down there was certainly no exception.

If Delta could extract even a modicum more of tactile delight, she did so regardless of where the masseuses and masseurs were. Those at her toes fastidiously rubbed at the digit’s soft pads; hundreds of hands traced the whorls of her prints. None of that mattered if Delta thought she could get a bit more pleasure with a with a scrunch of her toes. She did so many times just to feel them all pop. A coo later and they respawned, typically back in the same area to get back to work and await the next painful demise.

Even when she didn’t crush them outright to get more sensations, she she was far from a good massage ‘client’. She actively responded to every bit of pleasure from every bit of massaging. Her body constantly shifted here and there, which was a problem all over her form.

Down at her feet, many a group of servants worked diligent to rub at one of a sole’s many wrinkles. Often, their only reward for their labor was a sudden twitch of her peds in response. Those same wrinkles they tended to now clenched down at their fingers, crushing the digits. At that point, they could hardly do a good job. Delta would notice this and send them into the fiery perdition within that toe ring. Injury was now excuse for failure, and she easily replaced them with more from the vast quantity of devotees she now possessed.

Without any inkling of a warning, Delta raised her right leg. The massagers upon it struggled to stay atop the limb’s back, but most of them fell over on its rise. They slipped off the limb to fall hundreds of feet--from their perspective--down to the surface of the couch where they cracked like eggs and respawned at the foot of the furniture piece.

Those on the rising foot, however, managed to hold onto the soft skin of her sole for dear life. Those on the still low foot looked up as they saw the overhead ped move due above them.

Giggling, Delta slammed her leg back down to her body. The top of her right foot came down to crush almost everyone on the skyward-facing left sole of hers. She let out a grunt feeling all them squish. Her toes briefly intertwined to crush those who felt themselves safe in the shadow of their soft pads.

A few of the sole’s massage team still in the vast and concave arch of her left foot. They wiggled back to their feet, haven fallen over as the skin of the foot quaked. Delta shifted her right foot to rake her toes across the area and crush them flat.

“Careful, I can be a bit ticklish~” said the circuit-haired giant. She laughed wildly after.

Delta reached into her snack bowl and helped herself to another handful of people and popcorn. After sending hundreds more lives to a painful end in her gut, she rose up to a sitting position. All the other massaging people fell and died of course, and they spawned down by the foot of the couch with others.

Down there, the buildings moved aside to make one street vastly more wide. The couch she lounged on shifted to contract towards the middle, where her butt now rested--it fell atop and crushed the last bits of the worshipers from before. Their lives ended beneath her naked tan cheeks before being summoned back below.

The couch continued smushing inwards and contorting till it became something of a throne in shape. Delta rested her head on its back and placed her arms on the side-rests. The popcorn snack bowl levitated closer, and she took one more handful. At the same time, she moved her feet atop the massage team down below. The masses found themselves almost entirely in the shadows of those feet.

She rested her peds atop them *just* enough that they barely had room to move down there. They raised their arms high to rub at the soles and press at the bottoms and sides of her toes. Their very movements had them straining to squeeze along and under the low ‘roof’ that was a canopy of feminine foot flesh. The light they had coming in was just barely enough to see. She didn’t help them with any sourceless illumination of their own.

Delta was delighted. She went to reach for another handful from her snack bowl, but instead she held out her palm. The virtual-realty-warping woman teleported humans from the city at her front till its wrinkled surface was near full. The palm was half covered with the more devout ‘worshiper’ types, and half just people she randomly plucked up.

“It’s time for a sacrifice~”, she said.

Then, the yellow eyed young woman moved her hand to her mouth and opened wide. Her tongue stuck out to stretch to her palm like a bridge; it was clear what she desired. Many of the worshipers were eager to do anything she asked, no matter how painful. Some, however, had ‘cold feet’ and tried to run off the palm’s edge. Delta made it clear at a thought that any who jumped would get to spend time in the torture stones on her toe-ring. That stopped them from that, but still they and most of the random people were too afraid or stubborn to just waltz onto her tongue.

Those more devout sycophants of Delta were quick to round up the others. They swarmed those who tried to stall or hide at the back of Delta’s hand, and brought them kicking and screaming onto their cyber goddess’s tongue.

Although those most devout humans were outnumbered, they looked to be winning given their common goal. Delta grew impatient though, and with a tilt of her hand everyone moved from there to the surface of her tongue. It was slick, and already shifting in anticipation. She withdrew the muscle, sealed her lips, and savored them.

“Mmmm~” she muttered. The flavor of people was something she enjoyed a good deal. The tyrant wouldn’t stop herself from letting the pleasure of it cascade through her body. Her toes wiggled down below, crushing massagers in a showering burst of red and gore. Her feisty feet wiggled and pressed forward and back, crushing those beneath the ball of her foot, then her heel.

Delta swallowed, sending the handful down her throat to land on a dissolving pile of their peers and chocolate popcorn. Devout or no, everyone melted away in agony in the juices of her stomach.

Those beneath her feet respawned, mess cleared, and got back to work. Delta leaned back in her chair and continued watching that show of hers.

‘Existence is good.’, she thought.