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Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter One

Link To The Re-Posting oF Leaf Man:
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Intro -- This story line picks up where we left Leaf Man. Part 15

When I awake it’s night time. I’m still in my hole. I’m ice cold and I’m in searing pain. I can’t move a muscle. I then find a balled up piece of paper, pined to my sweat shirt.

It’s hard to un-rolled it with my busted bloody fingers.

It’s nice pink note paper, with little hearts, from that crazy lady.
It has an address on top and a message at the bottom.
I’d love to make you to a suffer more!
Be at my house at 8 PM Sharp. Friday!
I’ll do to you what you need!

Sincerely,
A friend who understands you better than you!
Signed --- Mistress Bonnie.

Is she kidding! Do I want more of her physco punishment!

She just left me here! I was under people’s feet all day, and I’m still alive!!

I try to move. Ahhhhhhh.

Mind numbing pain returns to me. It wasn’t a dream.

How I’m I going to get out of here and get help for my wounds. I start to take inventory of what still is in working order. Well on the plus side, I can see, surprisingly no one poked out my eye with a heel. I try to feel what damage I have to my face. Oh no! I can’t move my left arm. It feels dead! Like it’s somebody’s else’s. Like when you fall asleep on it. But the feeling is not coming back. Luckily my right hand is O.K. but since I’m a lefty this is going to be hard. I’ll just feel around. Do I dare… I’m afraid of what I’ll find.

I’ll just try and pull myself out of this ditch and worry about it later. I try and push with my legs. Ahhhhhhhh. Big mistake! Again!

My left knee, and leg is busted, how could that be? I was laying on my stomach the whole time. I then remember the junk below my legs, with all the ladies stomping on them, they must have been shattered against the rocks and rusty paint cans. My pants are damp with you know what. And on the plus side I still smell of coffee. I start to pull myself forward with just my right arm.
This is tougher than I thought, the ground is compacted all around me.

I pull myself forward slowly, like some rodent leaving his den.
Fifteen to twenty minutes pass and I’m finally in the open air, on the clean grass. The park is dark with just the moon out, except for some street lamps up the hill. The ground is wet with dew as I pull myself forward. How I’m I going to take my stuff with me. I look around for my shopping cart. I think I see it hidden beyond the low wall. I’m so so tired. I ready to fall asleep again. I think I will.

After that nap I open my eyes. I’m surprised I still can’t see. It’s totally black. I could see before? What’s going on? I feel shivering cold. Then It hits me. It’s not just cold, that’s pain. Rolling waves of pain. I can’t move, in fact I’m hog tied. As I move my head forward, my busted legs scream in pain and I bang my face into a tire. A big tire. I can smell it’s rubber. One heavy tire is resting on my busted leg while this one is near my face.

Then I hear the low rumble of a big car engine. I’m in somebody’s car trunk!

Shittt!!

They usually dump bodies in the park, not pick them up! What’s going on?
I don’t hear anybody taking. I don’t here any music. I try and figure where I am by the sound of the street. But I can’t. We must be on the expressway. I have no idea of what time it is. The car trunk is completely dark. I just see some red light leaking from the back. And it’s always on so it still must be dark out.

Then suddenly the car slows down, and turns a corner. Bumps up a grade, and turns again to the right and a quick thump thump is heard. I think we crossed some rail road tracks, or a body in the street. The road now sounds like gravel, the sound of little stones hitting the wheel wells. We ride along this road for about ten minutes. I think to myself that where I’m I being taken?

No one I know has this big of a spread. So I rest a little easier. If this was a mob hit I would be dead already. Hell I was in the park. They could have killed me there and be done with it. The car finally comes to a stop and I hear two doors open and both of them slam. I hear foot steps walking in the gravel.
I’m still on that road!

Ok Ok. I think I’m ready for it. But nothing happens. I hate to yell help.
I think it’s past that. I’m waiting in this trunk for more than an hour.
And nothing is happening. I’m not just some bag of grocery’s.

Then I hear foot steps in the gravel. I can’t tell if it’s men’s or women’s.
A rattle of keys, and the hood of the trunk opens. My eyes squint shut at the bright flood lights, as a hood is placed and tied over my head.
Not fair! I want to see!

I’m dragged from the car, and not so gently. My legs are release from the ropes and flop to a heap on the gravel covered ground. I’m then dragged between two guys into a house, I think. We go down some steps, my legs go banging on every other one. Then I’m flopped down on the cold cement floor. I hear a solid metal door lock shut.

Oh shit !! Oh Shit ! this is going from bad to worse. This wasn’t such a good idea I had this morning. The women looked so light and sexy, I wanted to be under the sexy feet, but when your depressed, cold and hungry, your not thinking clearly.

My hands are still tied behind my back, and the hood is still around my head.
I could manage being tied up any other time but my shoulder has been dislocated, and the pain is excruciating. How did Houdini used to escape?

I think he was double jointed. I might try and swing my arm free since it now bends in way’s it normally would not go. AHHHHHhhhhhhhhh !!!!

Lets not try that again shall we! OK. ok Alright I still have pretty good hearing, if I’m quiet maybe I can hear something. Nothing but the whoosh of the furnace. Another hour passes… I then hear someone coming, no heel sounds, just a key in the metal door. I smell.. Old spice, and I’m again picked up like a rag doll and dragged up some wooden steps. I know I going into some large home. I can smell food. My feet dragged across some carpets and then into another room. My feet just bounced over a door straddle.

OK OK just end this! Where the hell am I, think to myself. I’m then laid down on a rug. I now hear low voices, female voices. I hear heels clacking on wooden floors, and then thumping coming closer to me. Their right around me now. I can tell from the heat of their bodies and the perfume. (French)

Get him up! I guessed it! It’s that crazy bitch from the park.
I’m up shit’s creek now! I’m now pulled backup to a sitting position, my arm and legs don’t like it at all. I pass out from the pain.. again.

When I open my eyes, I actually can see! Bright white light, it’s a large two story living room, with skylights in the ceiling. The walls are painted a light tan, and the ceiling is white I try to move and get up, but I can’t I’m locked to the floor some how.

To my left is a large sofa and the large marble coffee table is to my right.

I’m in some sort of pit. I’m naked! I look around and see that the pit has some sort of white sand. I’m lying in it so it just covers my the sides of my skin.
The sand is somehow warm. It’s also packed very tight around me. My hands are clamped to my sides. I feel leg restraints, padded but I’m restrained none the less. I feel much cleaner, but I’m still in so much pain. They must have washed me down.

I probably reeked! My eye’s adjust to the bright room light and I look were I can see from my gound floor vantage point.

Then I see Bonnie at the other end of the sofa. She smiles at me.

“Had a good rest!”

This is my first look at her! She looks like a tall version of Jennifer Lopez. Hispanic. Oh boy! probably very hot tempered. And we know she’s crazy!

“I knew you couldn’t take care of yourself, so I had security bring you here”

“This is my dad’s estate.” “He’s away for the winter.”

“It’s just me, and a few of my very special guests and you! We have some very special toys for you too! Your using one of them now! I just love it. Any you will too.

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Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter Two

Bonnie as I said, look’s like Jennifer Lopez. She’s just sitting at the far end of a long multi-sectional tan leather sofa. She’s wearing denim jeans, and matching denim shirt. If I’m going to be kept by her she has a nice western look.

And Oh yes, black boots with gold colored needle thin heels. They look to be about, 3 inches. She has part of the heel shaft buried in the plush carpet, with her of her legs one top of the other.

“Where am I” -- I ask?

“I told you! Your at my estate! - Bonnie

“No.. the town. Location?

“Do you really think I’m going to tell you that! I went to great expense and care to bring you here! You should be nice! I’m going to take good care of you!

That’s what I’m afraid of! -me

Bonnie smiles.

That’s good. At least she still has a sense of humor. I don’t want to piss her off at this early stage, so I leave it at that. And since I’m bound to the floor, I really have no leg to stand on! ha ha. It’s really not that funny knowing the situation I’m in.

Bonnie then pokes my foot with her boot’s pointy toe!

“Have you always been crippled ?’”

My foot’s sudden movement sends a quick flash of pain up my leg.

“Not since this morning” “I need medical attention!”

“So this is new?”

“Yes….”

“This adds a whole new dimension to our relationship!”

I don’t like the sound of that, at all I’m thinking. I don’t answer, and try to let the subject drop.

“Well will see if we can fit it into our schedule.”

“I take it, you weren’t born with that face either!”

She laugh’s a big laugh. “I guess that the stomping you took this morning left a few marks.” “You still have a nose, though it’s mashed into your face fairly nice.” “That will work for me too.” “I see you’re a sloppy coffee drinker too.”

“I have big plans for you tonight!” “Or should I say later today!”

“But! I want help for all my wounds “NOW”, I’m in agony!”

“Stop your chatter now!” “Your in no position to make demands”
“Shusssh.!!” - Bonnie

“There’s no harm in telling you it’s 4am.” “Get some rest.”
“ In the morning I’ll tell you the rules of the house!”
“After you eat.”

‘What’s with this sand box?”

“More questions?” “Do you really want to know now?” “It might spoil your night’s sleep!” “Your not going anywhere anyway.” “Be quiet, or sterner measures will be taken.”

With that I show Bonnie my tightened lips. She smiles a nice friendly smile at me, and then gets up from the far end of the leather sofa, slowly walks over to me, along the left side of the sand box. I see her shinny black boots. Yes they have four inch heels, almost needle like metal shafts. The carpet has holes where she’s stepped. I hope she doesn’t consider me her carpet with these. There much to nasty for my naked skin to take.

Bonnie then take’s her rights boots toe and presses it against my lips.

“Kiss the toe good night, make friends with ‘bootsy’, you’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

I pucker my lips, raise my head up and make a kissing movement against the bottom of her toe.

“That’s nice, now kiss the other one, we don’t want any jealousy here.”

She then takes her boot from my mock kiss, but places her foot down on my left broken arm, that’s restrained. (pain time again) Now her sole is resting firmly on my busted arm. Luckily her heel is on the wide metal rim of the sand box. I quickly kiss her other boots toe, maybe she’ll get her foot off my arm now!

“What’ you don’t like my left boot as much the right one?”

Bonnie then sits down on the sofa, sliding forward right by my head.

“You will have to make good friends with my Boot Now!”

“Turn and face to me!”

She then takes her left boot, and sticks her heel against the side of my face, with the arch of her boot mashing into my lips. She rocks her foot so her heel jabs into my cheek. The pain feels like she rammed it right through into my mouth. Then with her right boot, she then park’s her gold metal heel lengthwise across the top of my chest. Her spike sinks between my ribs.

“Oooooooohhhhhhh” “NOOOoooooo…” I’m weeping with pain!

“Silence!!” “You’ll wake every one up!”

Such a heavy solid leg on such a narrow heel! I’m in more pain, different pain than all of today. But I’m betrayed. My Mr. Happy has a mind of his own, and springs to attention. He’s like Jack in the box, he springs out of the sand.

“Oh!” “I see were now getting along just fine.” “This is the start of a great relationship!”

Bonnie then removes her heel from my cheek! With her left boot that’s on my chest she just tilt’s her foot to the side and hook’s my chin with her boot tip and turns my face towards the sofa again. She then shoves her right boot’s dingy leather toe into my mouth.

“Suck on it!” I want you to tastes something. What do you think?

Whaaaa isssss iiiiit I try to say what is it, but with her boot in there I can’t say anything. My Mr. Happy is now at full Attention!!

“Suck on it” “Scrape the bottom sole with you teeth, get all the wet nasty leather and grit in your mouth!” “Think of my boot as your personal big black lollypop”

“I want you to get all the juice from it.” “Suck on it till I tell you to stop” …..

A few minutes go by, as her clammy and salty tasting sole, makes me feel sick.

“So what do you think!” She then pulls her saliva dripping boot from my mouth.

“So what did you taste.”

I’m afraid to think! I have no answer for her.

“Well … It seems I’m going to have to educate you!

“That was my lovers cum.”

My Mr. happy gets limp really fast. Yuck! Yucky! Yuckk!!! Not for me at all!
I try to spit it out. She shoves her wet boot back into my mouth!

In fact she shoves it further in than before. I gag as her boot stretches my busted mouth wider and wider.

“AAAHHHHhhhhhhh…….” “Quiet I said!!”

My Mr. Happy is a wet noodle. I’m suffering, as her other boot heel flips side to side on my chest as Bonnie pumps my face with her boot. She’s enjoying ramming her foot in my mouth as far as I will go. She’s giving me a tonsillectomy with her nasty leather boot.

Again I start to firm up.

It’s still a sexy sight to see her black shinny boots up so close to me.
The wet leather scent, and her perfume, start to make me excited again.
But I’m freezing cold now. The shock of what’s happening to me is catching up.
It’s real bad now…. I’m shaking with pain again.

We’ll have to widen your experiences if you can be of service to me. That won’t be the worst thing you’ll taste here! You’ll have to eat my cooking too! Ha ha ..

Bonnie then pulls her boot from my swollen jaw, and lifts her other boot from my chest. She carefully places both boots down between me and the sofa side to stand up. She looks so tall! She’s so solid looking. She looks about 5’9 - 5’10

Hell! From my position she could be 6’0”.

“Well like I said, I see you later today” You’ll be here won’t you?

Your going to leave me like this? I need a blanket, I’m freezing cold.

We have the heat set at 78 degrees in here, how could you be cold?

Bonnie then looks around the room, she walks to the far end near the wet bar.
I then hear her heels thumbing heavily on the rug. She has a long American Indian brightly patterned rug dragging behind her.

“This will do for now” “Since I can’t trust you yet, you’ll have to spend the night down here.” She then tosses the rug over my head, and then drags it back so it covers all of me. The coarse carpet backing makes me itch. But at least I’m starting to get warm.

“See you tomorrow.” “Sleep tight.” “Rug bugs and all.” Ha Ha

The room lights go out. It’s dark again.

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Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter Three

I squint my eye’s open in the binding sunlight streaming down from the skylight in Bonnie’s two story living room. I’m ice cold, my teeth are chattering, I’m stiff as a board, unable to move the whole night on this hard sand.

I’m still so much pain. I really don’t feel well at all. I’m Itchy from the sand and the rug backing. The carpet has fringes that are itching my nose.

The only thing I can do is twist my head a few times, to get the fuzzy fringes off my face.

What time is it? I look around to see if I can see a clock anywhere.

Nop! No such luck. Then I hear voices. Female voices coming from the hallway. I’ll think I’ll make like I’m still asleep, I don’t want to rush anything they have planed for me. I hear foot steeps walking by in the hall.

“Hey look! Bonnie’s’ got a new house guest!”
“Yeah” “You want to go play with him?”
“Nah there’s plenty of time for that.”
“Lets go to the gym room and do our workouts.”
“I’m still stuffed from that dinner last night.”

My stomach is growling with hunger pains, I haven’t had anything in two days.
I’ll close my eyes and try to sleep.
Maybe time will move quicker If I’m asleep.

My dream is interrupted by two girls voices above me.

“Hey do you want the Easy Living section of the News”
“Yea! Thanks”
“Sit down” “That was a good work out”
“Yea I’m still sweating”
“Your going to shower?”
“Soon” “I want to relax first”

I keep my eyes closed, and fake being asleep.

“Watch this”

I feel a rough sneaker sole pushed into my mouth, and another one plops down directly on my neck. I flinch, and grown, but struggle to keep my eyes closed. I struggle to breath, as one sneaker is wedged on my neck and is strangling me, as it just rests between my neck and Adams apple. The girl then takes the sneaker off my lips, and rests it on top of the one parked straight across my neck.

“You want the Sport’s section Now”
“Yeah Thanks”
“Do you see that! He’s still asleep”
“Yeah” ‘Then he won’t feel this then will he!”

The other girl then plops her sneakers heel right in the area of my balls.
“Muff” I’m against struggling to look like I’m sleeping. The Indian carpet shielded me from the landing heel, but the weight of her leg on my Mr. Happy is making him “Spring to Life” again.

“He’s a little stiff over here”
“Yeah! Well you can never shut that off can you!” Ha ha!
“I know what will wake him up.” “Take off your sneakers”
“Yeah that’ll do it.”

The legs are removed from my neck, and Mr. harpy’s playmate as well.

One soft cotton sock is pushed on to my nose, and rest’s firmly on my face.
It smells of baby powder, and old sneaker, it’s damp and warm. Another fuzzy sock joins it right on my closed eyes. I breath in a little, and smell her wonderful scent. A slight perfume scent. My Mr. happy gets reborn. Pages are shuffled above me

“My feet are stinker, they’ll get a reaction from him”
“Watch This” “Just move your feet over a little”

The two cotton socks move to the top of my face, across my nose, and on my forehead. Then one naked sweaty foot lands across my mouth. And another land’s full, wrapping warm wet toes around on my neck.

I can’t help it.. I make a grimace under her foot … Her foot smell’s like “feet”
a popcorn vinegar like smell. She rams her sweaty foot harder into my swollen face, as Miss sock foot removes her left foot from my forehead, but my nose now gets a extra dose of leg weight. A few minutes pass as the girls continue to grind their feet on me.

“Can I have the magazine section”
“Here you.. go”
“Oh your so sweet”
“I bet he doesn’t think so!”
“Ha Ha”

The girls naked toes, press against my mouth, trying to open my lips apart between her big and little toes.

“Comfy”
“Yeah” “I could stay here all day.”
“My own personal foot stool”
“Take a look”
“Is he still asleep”

Papers are shuffled, I feel them looking down on me, I try a make like I’m fast asleep.

“Yup”
“Aunt Bonnie must have “killed him last night” “He’s totally out of it”

Papers move about again, as their feet shift around on my face and neck.

The girl with her sock on my nose, shifts her supporting foot sideways, and walks it on my nose. Her cottony heel is the only part of her foot supporting her crossed over leg bearing down on my mashed nose. Tears start to stream from my eyes under the needle like pain blasting into my skull. Her free leg starts to swing back and forth, making her heel bounce down, with every leg swing, further into my throbbing head.

The girl with the naked salty toes, slides her big toe under my lips. She has her toes exploring my gums, and teeth. Then it feels like the ball of her other foot pressing down on my chin. Her other foot forces my mouth open, an she sticks some toes in, leavening it there to explore. I now have two big toes swirling around in my mouth.

I dare not move my tongue to play with them. The girl will know I’m awake, and god knows what she’ll do next.

“OK” “I’m going to take my shower”

The sock girl removes her heel from my nose, steps down to the floor and over my body. She picks up her sneakers, turns, and kicks my cheek several times with her toe.

“Too bad we can’t use you as our bath mat”
“Yeah”
“You coming”
“Yeah in a minute”
“I got my toes in his mouth”

The toe girl yanks her toes out! Then rest’s her whole foot on my face. She slides back in the sofa, pushing on my face for leverage. She lifts her other foot up, and rest’s it on her knee. I now get to smell her total foot mashed into my nose and her wet toes digging into my eyeballs, while she’s putting on her sock and sneaker.

She then traders places with her fastened on sneaker, and plops it back down on my face. Her sneaker sole is brand new, and it cuts into my mouth and nose with massive vigor. She’s twisting her sneaker on my face, side to side, with no concern, as if I was furniture.

“Done” “See You Latter” like she’s speaking to me.

Her two sneakers, land on my face together as she stands wobbling on me.
I struggle to keep quite. “Hmmmmmmmm’ I say to myself, as she’s perched up on my face.

“Where did I leave my hair band.”
“Come closer let me hold on to you”

“Jenny you’ll kill him before Bonnie gets to play with him” She’ll really be pissed at you!

“We’ll then have that sanitation problem again.”

“What?” -- The Other girl then whispers in Jenny’s ear.
“That’s just in case he can hear you!”
“My hair band, where did you see it?”
“As if you didn’t know, your wearing it!”
“Yeah how stupid of me!”

Jenny then gets off my face, leaving a nasty red tread pattern behind.

“Look at his face”
“Yeah Nice Job!”

Both girls then leave the room. I open my bleary eyes. I still don’t know what time it is, but the sun in the room, has moved enough so I can fall back to sleep.
Now I have a splitting headache to go along with a nasty salty metal taste in my mouth.

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Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter Four

“Wake up sleepy head!”

Bonnie nudge’s me in the skull with the toe of her black patent leather high heel. “Do you like” -- She’s standing to the side of me, poised, with her foot raised unbalanced.

“Look at them, they have these wonderful 4’’ needle like heels”

Bonnie twists her foot in front of my face and then rest’s her worn black vinyl sole down hard on my lips, to steady herself.

“I wanted you to see it’s sexy profile up close”

Bonnie then twists her foot firmly, on my crushed lips, side to side so I can see her high heels foxy profile from every angle.

“These are the ones that I should have worn yesterday.”

Bonnie then leans in.. and pushes down still more, my chin is forced down to my chest, and then she drags her sharp toe off my lips, scrapes it across my exposed teeth and it slaps her shoe down hard on my chest. She then stands up on her foot crushing my carpet covered chest.

“Uhhhhfff Yessss… they look very nice”…

Pleasessss I’m sooooo very coooold!

“Pleasesss… There’s something very wrong with me” “Pleasesss call a doctor!

“Well you do look a little pale” -- Bonnie -- “Hummm” Getting off me!

“Wait a minute” -- Bonnie

“So… Guess what time it is.” -- Bonnie

“The time?… Ten AM?

“No!. Try 4:30 PM”

“You let me sleep this late?”

“We tried several times to wake you, but you were out cold. Jenny and Beth, my nieces, told me they even rested their smelly gym socks on your face, but you just slept through the whole thing. “So they knew something was wrong”

“I’m a little disappointed though …” “We had a dress up, cocktail party, planned in your honor this evening.” “All of our special friends, you were going to be the main attraction, so to speak.” “But since your feeling under the weather, we can do it another time.”

“Hey Jim, get the sand box key..” “I going to move him upstairs.”

“I can take better care of you there.” “We have a special…”

Oh by the way what do I call you? What’s your name?

“My name is Peter”

“Well Peter its so nice to meet you!” Bonnie say’s looking down at me, while standing high over my head.

“So as I was saying ….”

“My grandmother used to stay with us, I have a hospital bed in a special room just for you.” “And your in luck, one of my quest’s this weekend is a doctor.”

I’ll have her look in on you, and if you need something special, I’ll send one of our security people into .. Umm. “Well I’ll send him to get any medical supplies.”

“We don’t want you to “kick the bucket here” while you’re with us.”

I’m thinking, what going to happen to me after! They didn’t waste any time working on me, even when they thought I was unconscious.
Who knows what they’ll do to me when I’m better.

Jim comes over and hand’s Bonnie a long metal pole with a handle on the end of it. “This is the key, all I do is insert it into this slot on the floor and…”

A almost quiet motor whirls, as the side skirts of the sand box move up, and the clamps holding me down release. “Gentlemen you can move him now”

Two men then come into the living room, and pull me from the sand trap.

“Pretty clever” “That the side skirts stop the sand from scattering all over the place.” “If I turned it the pole other way the whole box slides further down into the floor, in ½ inch steps. “Snug as a bug in a rug.” “You’ll get to use it again pretty soon don’t worry”

As I’m held up, some feeling is returning to my numb leg. I look down at my body, my naked cold body is covered with gritty white sand. I’m shivering, as I finally see my busted leg, and blood stained mashed fingers with some nails missing.

I have nasty heel welts on my hands tops. My arms have black and blacker heel and triangular sole marks. The sight of all this makes me sick to my stomach. These burly guy’s are holding me by my arm and that busted up shoulder.
I see gray light, hear people talking in echoes and then nothing.

When I awake I’m in a hospital bed. The room is a nice sunlit warm looking room, with lots of family pictures on bureau, full length window curtains, and pink carpeting on the floor. A nice peach color on the walls. I glace over to my left and see above me two half filled “IV” bottles dripping their contents into me.
I’m still very hungry but I don’t have chills anymore.

I look down to my legs. Yes I still have two of them! But one has a big cast on it. It doesn’t look like I’m going anywhere soon. I try and move my left arm.

OHHHHHHH! They didn’t fix it!!!! It’s still busted up. I look and see if there’s a buzzer on the bed.. Not here. I hear walking in the hall. “Please… Help”

“Hi your awake” -- Bonnie “I was just coming to check on our star.”

“Our doctor, Jillian, had to spend a good deal of time with you, to get you to this state.” “You do nothing here but sleep.” Ha Ha “After you get better you’ll earn you keep.”

“How long was I asleep this time, it’s still light out?”

“About 42 hours.” It’s obvious you didn’t take proper care of yourself.”
“Your temperature was 105, that’s why you had the chills.”

“You were very dehydrated. A regular hospital stay would cost the county big bucks. Well I’m glad to see you awake, I’ll get the doctor to look in on you, and I’ll have the cook send up some food.

“By the way we never had that talk on house rule’s did we?”

“It’s very simple, It’s my way or your dead.”

“Dead?” You mean there’s punishment involved here?

“No! Now listen very carefully I mean your dead!” “This estate is very large, they’ll never find you, if I choose to dump you somewhere. I could leave you staked out on some hilltop, or dumped in some cave, you won’t be found, alive that is!” “But don’t worry, all you have to do is be good fellow, follow my orders, and those of my nieces. You haven’t met them officially yet.”

“Enjoy your rest, see you later.” Bonnie walks out of the room, and some time passes with nothing happening to me.”

“Hello how are you feeling”

“O.K. I’m a little better.. thanks for helping me! Dr. Jillian

“Your very welcome and you can call me just Jill.” (*see note on this )

The doctor, a auburn-hared, with long, curls, about 33, 5’8”, 136 lbs looks athletic, with a nice rounded body.

“I don’t think you know about my shoulder.” -- Me
“What’s wrong” as she’s looking at a chart on the desk.
“I think it’s dislocated”

“I’ll take a look” She removes my sheet looks at my naked body in the bed.
“Pretty poor excuse for a man.” “No muscle tone at all.”
“Let me see your arm” “She smiles…. How about this…..”

Lightning shoots from the sky and hits me. I scream and scream, my voice becomes hoarse. “Scream all you want, this room is sound proofed.” Ha!

“You must learn to control your pain.” “It’s not that bad!”

“What?? What are you doing to me??”

“Why.. I’m going to re-set your arm in it’s socket” “I’m checking it’s range of motion… don’t you know!’

“I knew about it when we fixed your fractured leg and tibia. “But I thought it would be more fun to do this while your awake!”

Cold sweat is now pouring from my face, what kind of doctor is she?

“I’m going to get one of Bonnie’s nieces to help me hold you down and we’ll get started on your full recovery.”

[groundview]

Chapter five Next.

** Special Note on Dr. Jill ---

The story Meeting Jill, M.D. From:aj (AJJONES) posted 8/27/98 2:32 AM was originally posted on Mr.Rugmans bulletin board in Aug. 98.

I have taken the character, Dr. Jill and placed here in my story line. A S&M Type individual, very fitting here. I did not write the original story of Dr. Jill but If you want I can post it latter on. A very good read.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter five

“I’m very nervous now, I have a sadistic lady doctor, who enjoys giving her patients pain. Plus one of Bonnie’s nieces is going to assist her. If I don’t do like they say for the time being, they’ll drop me a deep hole somewhere.”

Well if I meditate, maybe I can make myself not feel any pain.
They do it on Kung Fu. “Let the mind control the body grasshopper”
“Yeah that ‘ill work! Not!”

I take a look at my hands, and legs, and say to them, I’m sorry I got you into this you guys” Dr. Jill comes back into my room. She’s dressed as if she’s an office worker. Slacks, a brown sweater with tan pants, and old brown shoes.

Your ready to get started! -- Dr. Jill

“Yes” --- “I think so”… “Please let it not hurt so bad” -- I’m thinking.

“I’m going to first remove those IV’s, we don’t want you to stick yourself when you thrash around. She pulls them both lines from my arm and puts some alcohol on the site. “Hold that spot.” “Here you go, a nice band aid.”

Dr. Jill then looks for something in a tray of nasty looking sterilized metal pliers and probes.

“What do you need there???”
“She smiles an evil smile.”
“Nothing really.. I just wanted to scare you!”
“And by the color of your face… It worked!”

Then Dr. Jill, says “I want to do a general exam before we get started, since this will be the first time, I can get a history on you. Then Jill lifts from under my bed an old medical bag, and rummages through it.

“Well I don’t have any of my stuff here, we’ll just have to improvise”

Dr. Jill then stand’s sideways, holds onto my hospital bed’s rail and removes one of her brown shoe’s from her slender naked foot.

Holding the shoe it by its sole, with it’s two inch heel like a hammer, she holds it to her side. “Lean forward” -- She then slams it’s tapered 2’’ heel on the top of my back!

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Oh Twinkle Twinkle” “Do you see star’s” ?

Uhhhh!!!.

“Clear Back Sounds”
“No Congestion”
“Here hold my shoe”

Still dizzy I try to take the shoe with my right hand.

“No” “Open” “Open you stupid mouth” She grabs at my mouth, and twist’s it, with her long finger nails, in a pinching movement. –

“Ohhhh..” “Please…” “No”

I quickly do as I’m told, and open my mouth. Dr. Jill then stick’s her shoe into my mouth, so that I’m sucking on her worn dirty brown heel. Jill’s soles are black with dirt, the same dirt that her heel is being bathed in my mouth.

The Doctor then leans to her other side, removes her other shoe, and takes it in hand, like a hammer and slugs me in the chest, with it’s heel. “I see star’s again”

“Nice” “Good chest sounds”

Dr. Jill takes some elastic bands from her pocket and ties her sweaty shoe to my face. “Breath deep” “Breath deep” until I tell you to stop.”

Her shoe stinks, from foot sweat, and hospital dirt. Putrid rotten egg smell with mold, but I’m too scared to stop.”

“Respiration good”

“OK I’m going to find Jenny to help me with your shoulder”
“Keep sucking and breathing until I get back!

“I’m in the hospital bed, with Jill’s shoe tied to my face, while sucking on her other shoe’s heel. Bonnie comes back into the room, to check up on me.

“Oh I see the Dr. is already treating you! Ha ha ha. I brought you a snack until lunch. “Its some leftover fruit. I got it from the garbage, we can’t let anything go to waste.”

“I’ll just put it on the desk, and when Jill is done working on you can have this treat!
“Ask Jill to serve it to you. I’ll check with her to see if you do!”

“I’m stunned, hearing this.” “Oh shit” “Oh shit” Their all so depraved.

“I hear someone coming this way, I suck harder on the heel and breath deeper into the shoe. Maybe I’ll pass out from the stench.”

O.K. I think were ready to begin. I’ll just take this away from your face.
“Give” “Open you mouth now” -- Dr. Jill

I see Jill in a white lab coat, and a young very attractive girl, about 22.
“This is Jenny, you haven’t met before. She’s Bonnie’s niece.” -- Jill

“Yeah Hi” “I saw you a few day’s ago in our living room camped out on the floor.”
-- Jenny

“You make a nice footstool, we’ll have to do that again real soon.”

Dr Jill – “Shall we begin..” “Wait.. Bonnie left that fruit for me, she wants you to give it to me after your done” -- Me

Well! … “If you conscious” - Dr. Jill That evil smile again!

“I’m now going to stand on the bed, and grab his left arm, and pull on it till it re-sets back into his shoulder socket. If I was to do this the hospital we would have to give him a local, or even put him under. “But you have to wait on all this extra stuff.” “Pain is nothing bad, it’s just the body’s way of telling you something’s happening”
“A little pain is good for the soul.”

“Ok Jenny, what you need to do is hold him down, so when I pull on his arm, there will be movement only on the arm, and not his body.” -- Dr. Jill

“Did you get that equipment I asked you for.” -- Dr. Jill

“Yeah” “I’m wearing them now” -- Jenny

I have chills again and it’s not from a high temperature!!!

Dr Jill pushes a button to lower the bed, making it flat. She then gets up from the foot of the bed, using the nearby desk chair. “I tilt my head up to see her feet!”
She’ has nice naked feet. If this was any other time I would love to suck her well formed cute toes.

“Lay flat dim-wit, and don’t move, and don’t yell or it will go bad for you!”

Jill steps up on my chest! I’m being, squashed into the firm mattress. She stands sideways with her two strong long legs on either side of my arm. She bends down to grab it from my side.

“Raise your arm up to me now!”
“It hurts”
“Do it now!”

I raise up my arm, and searing pain, competes with the pain of being crushed under Jill’s two sun tanned athletic looking legs. She grabs hold of my arm, with her two tight hands, while her red nails, clamp on into my skin. My arm is between her two long legs.

“OK Jenny, It’s your turn to get on the bed” “He’s ready for you.”

Jenny gets up on the bed, from the desk chair at the foot of the bed. I can’t see what’s happening, I’m nailed flat on my back.

I see her now standing over me, she’s smiling a nice friendly smile. My eyes are focused nervously on Jill.

“On the count of three, then go for it” -- Jill
“Yeah” “This will be so cool” – Jenny

“One! … Two!… Three!”

Jenny hop’s on my face with both her soccer shoes, just as Dr. Jill quickly pull’s on my arm. Jenny’s cleat’s grind into my face, as bone chilling pain, makes me think she does not even exist. I don’t feel Jenny at all.

“That’s so funny he’s totally quiet” -- Jenny

“I’ve only seen this a few times”

“There’s so much pain, his endorphins kick in and it’s like he’s on drugs”
“The Human body is wonderful, don’t you think” - Dr. Jill

“In my younger day’s I did a pain study, with some guy I was dating”
“But I never got results like this.”

“Your pulling on his arm still?”
“Yes… he should have been screaming his guts out”

“How long have you been pulling on him now” -- Jenny
“It’s coming up on a minute thirty”

“Yeah” “When I lift my foot up see his face”

“His eye’s are wide open, but he looks a million miles away” - Jenny

“I’ll pull harder on his arm now, to set it in the socket” -- Dr. Jill

“Crack”

“That was it.” “I’ll let go of it now, but you continue to stand on his face”

“We can now see how long it takes for him to come out of his trance” -- Dr. Jill

“My cleats are really sinking good and deep into his skull” “Cool” -- Jenny

“So how are you doing in school” --- Dr. Jill
“Oh I get B’s” -- Jenny “That’s good don’t you think”

“Not If you want to be a Doctor” “You have to apply yourself’
“Don’t you want to help people” -- Dr. Jill

“That’s three minutes now without a sound out of him” -- Dr. Jill
“Is he dead?” -- Jenny

“No… I feel him breathing under my feet” “I can feel his heart under my toes”
“He’s so nice and warm” “We could use him as foot warmer on these cold New England Night’s” -- Jenny

“Just don’t tell him were we are, we’ll have to kill him then” -- Dr. Jill
“Yeah” -- Jenny

Ahhhuuuuuhhhhhhhhh! “He’s waking up! Finally” -- Jenny

“Get off of him Jenny… Let him recover.” - Dr. Jill
“O.K. but that was sooo much fun!!”

“My face My face” Jenny peels her soccer shoes cleats from my face.
I smell grass and mud from her soles, as she finally gets off the bed.

“I see your awake now.. Your all fixed up, and see it wasn’t so bad, you slept for a change, through the whole thing.!” -- Dr. Jill

Now eat up, here’s that fruit, I saw Bonnie stand on it just for you! -- Dr. Jill

“As I eat it… It goes crunch crunch.. Just like my jaw.”

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter Six


My left arm is so very sore, I can hardly move it from Jill’s earlier treatment.
I hear someone’s heavy footsteps thumping down the hallway. The weighty door swings open with a thud. It’s a maid, she’s bringing me lunch. Orange juice, two eggs, four slices of buttered toast, a bowl of oatmeal, and coffee. It smells great. But I’m hesitant to eat it.

“It’s Ok” They didn’t mess with it” They probably forgot about you, their off shopping in town. Eat up, they’ll be back after 5’ we can all rest until then”

“What town is it? is it near here?” I ask the maid. As I’m stuffing down the eggs.
“I’m under strict orders not even to talk to you”
“Well…OK then. Thanks for the lunch”

The maid stays with me till I’m finished, probably making sure I don’t keep the utensils as weapons. She leaves my room after taking, the lunch tray and garbage fruit away. I’m so tired from my morning ordeal, and finally, I have eaten a good meal, I burp a little, and then I drop off to sleep again.

“Wake up sweetie” “It’s me… Jenny!”

She’s sitting on top of my chest, with her strong thighs and legs squeezing out my guts. She bounces on my chest. “Nice horsy!” She bounces again.
She then moves more up on me. Her jean covered knees pressing side by side against my face. Jenny’s strong legs have wedged my arms down along side of me. I can’t move at all in my weakened condition. Her jean covered crotch is inches from my face. She has the smell of outdoors, and the woods.
She looks down on me with her sharp peering eyes.

“We want you to join us for dinner, but you’ll have to get cleaned up”

“I’m stuck in bed with this big leg cast” “I can’t go anywhere”
“That’s OK, well send up the hairdresser, you’ll get a shave, and get you ready for downstairs” “Jill say’s it’s all right to move you” -- Jenny

Dr. Jill would say that! They probably want me to be a cripple for life,
I couldn’t run very far then.

Jenny smiles again at me, she looks behind her, she digs her left boot’s four inch narrow leather covered heel against my leg’s flabby skin. She then jabs her right heel into my nuts. I can’t even move, or squirm under the pain. She smiles a lovely smile. Jenny then leans forward with both hands, and mashes her cigarette smelly fingers over my mouth and nose. She presses down, with her full upper body, and slowly smothers me.

“She bends down and speaks softly in my ear.” “I look forward till tonight”

Jenny is still smothering me, but stronger as her hot breath is on my face, I pass out from lack of air.

I awake with the hairdresser. It’s a guy. He shaves me, give me a sponge bath, and puts some wrap-around-shorts on me, all the while he does not say word one to me! The maid had more gut’s than this guy. He leaves, and the two burly guys from yesterday…no.. that was 48hours ago, come into my room. They have a backboard.

“Slide over on this” I do as they say. I’m tied securely, padded leather straps hold me firm, on my one leg, and both wrist’s. The leg with the cast is free. It’s too big to tie down. They lift up the board, with one guy in the front and one in the back.

“Now don’t move, or you’ll fall.”

I’m placed on a small gurney. More like a food cart, and wheeled out of the room, down the carpeted hall, into a wide freight elevator. No one say’s anything to me, the whole time. This is becoming very scary. After a short ride, down, I’m pushed into the dinning room, a long room, more like a room for a state dinner. On the naked dark wood table, are place settings, about eight. But there all on one side of the table. I guess it’s easier to sever them that way!

“Wait until her “Royal Highness”, said sarcastically, comes before we set him up, one guy tells the other.”

The dinner guests start coming into the dinning room, I see Bonnie, she’s dressed as if she going to a ball. Black low cut slinky evening dress. Then there’s, Jenny the 22 year old, blue dress, she cleans up very nice and hot. Beth I think, she’s taller than Jenny but little chubby, dark blue dress, and then Dr. Jill, with a red dress. And there’s two other couples I don’t even know. From my position I can’t tell more about them or where I’m going to sit. All the place setting are taken with people.

“Were should we put him?” Asks one of the men holding me steady on the food cart. “Wait until the first glass of wine is served, then I’ll show you” -- Bonnie

She’ll show them? This does not sound normal. I’m more scared than before.
Everyone in the room now has a full glass of wine, Bonnie then makes a Toast…

“Here’s to new experiences with old and dear friends and family”
“You can place him at the head of the table Jim. Just as we discussed.”

“I have a place of honor, odd Jenny didn’t tell me.” But they are taking care of me, I was fed, they fixed my leg, and arm. Hmm. Now the head of the table.
King Peter the great! I like the sound of that!”

I’m wheeled around to the front of the table, the men lift me off of the gurney, and place the backboard on the floor.

“You got the costars” “Yes. Here you go”

The men attach some wheels to both sides of the backboard, making this the longest skate board I’ve seen. “And these are for you”

They strap on some eye protection, like underwater goggles.

I know what’s coming. Theses people are really sick! As they slide me under the table, each one of the quests raises their legs, and then lowers their heels down on me. It starts

“No Nooooooo!!!’ Please…. Stoppp.

Bonnie has her two narrow black platform heels nailed into my cheek and neck. Jenny starts stabbing, my chest with her white platform heels, Beth has some thick high heels digging into my nuts, and Dr Jill’s sharp red needle like heels jabing into the lower flesh my one good leg. I’m not long enough for the two other couples to get a piece of me.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhoooooo” “Ahhhhhhhhhhoooooo”


“Now your going to be quiet, or I’ll park one of my cars on you for 10 minutes.”
“I don’t think you’d be very ‘chatty’ with a “Michelin” tire on you face”
--- I try and get comfortable with the pain.

“Bonnie now tells the quests quietly the following;”

“Listen people this is how the evening will progress!.. “We will be getting a five course meal.” “Each course will have a special wine, and our footrest will be moved along, one place setting, until the dinner is done” The person, or couple, who can get him to scream for 10 minutes non-stop will win a trip to Cancun.”

“Oh one more thing, try not to disfigure or kill him.”

I can’t hear what’s said above me, table top, but I have a great view of their sexy long legs. I’ll just try and be quiet, and bear their heavy legs resting into me.”

“Jenny and Beth, you can’t play, but you can soften him up for our quests.” –

“Cool” “Yeah” -- The girls
“Jill you can play, I know you’ll enjoy it” -- Bonnie

“OK we begin with the pâté.

No sooner, as that is said, I see a flashes in my head. Bonnie is kicking my head with her right foot’s pointy toe into my temple, while holding my head firm under the high arch of her left black platform pump. Bonnie’s left heel digs into my cheek, I smell her foot’s shower fresh perfume, and her other shoes smashes constantly into my head. All the while Jenny is stomping her heels in a mock happy dance on my chest.

“Ahhh” “Ahhhh” “Ahhh” “Ahhhh” “Ahhh” “Ahhhh”
I bite my lips and hold in the agony, as I screem to myself.

Binge bang, binge bang, binge bang, until I can’t tell one stomp from the other. My arms are strapped to my sides, the flurry of stabbing heels continues.
While Beth has one spike heel wobbling around on my nuts as her other heavy leg is crossed over, swaying back and forth in a wind of her own making.
My nuts are being turned into Jell-O.

Jill looks under the table and stab’s my good thigh muscle with her two narrow red four inch high metallic heels as her shoes arches rest on top of my right thigh.

“Jenny dear” ,, “would you like some pâté. “One…. Second…” “Aunt Bonnie” “Almost Done” As Jenny stomps her metal tipped heels harder down on me.”
“I’ll get it” “Ahummf” “Goood One” “How.. About.. Another…”

Jenny stands up, sinking her shoe’s heel in my guts, on the slant, while her other high white platform rest’s flat on the hard wood floor. I’m kicked in the head with a heel. Thud! “No!!” I almost say out loud Another sharp heel strike to my head. Splitting pain. Jill digs her two heels into my tender thighs, and twists them apart. I lift my head and glance over.

“Slam! Kicked in the face with Bonnie’s foot for that. Jenny had such a sweet looking sexy. ankle. Clean, strong, cute toes, I try an make my body rigid, to not feel any of the bone splitting pain that is pummeling down on me from above.

Totally savage sexy tan legs, killing me, as they continue to pound on me.
Sharp sexy shoes, shinny toes swinging into my face, kissing me with pain.

“Right Now” “Everyone ready for the salad!”

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 7


The shoes stop hammering me for a moment. Most of the dinner quests leave the table. I now see the two men, who brought me here, crawl under the table.
Their adjusting something on the wheels, four snapping sounds and the board rolls forward a short distance. I’ve moved away from Bonnie’s black narrow heels and my face is right next to Jenny’s white high heel platform sandal type shoes.

Four more quick snaps, and the two guys move out from under the table to safety.
The chairs along side of me are now empty. I also see that my new position, my crouch is directly in front of where Dr. Jill’ two well tanned long straight legs will be. Her red metallic heels, won’t have far to stretch now to reach me this time.
I don’t see Beth’s heavy legs, she must have gotten up from the table.

“Do you want something to eat” Jenny says as she crawls under the table to see me, patting me gently on the cheek.

“Yes!” I quickly say, thinking the stomping won’t start if Jenny is feeding me.
“Give me some more goose liver as she yells out” Jenny then motions to someone above the table.

“Jenny…Here! -- It’s Beth -- I brought this special” “We’ll Spread it on this”

Jenny turns around again and helps to aim a foot lowering to me. It’s her sisters black high heel shoe over my face. It’s smeared with the goose liver. But it looks like something else. Her sister Beth is forcefully pressing the yucky bottom into my clenched mouth. With only a little is going on top of my mouth, she’s smearing the rest of it on my face. Jenny then clamps my nose shut with her strong fingers,

I open my mouth to breath. Beth then shoves her dirty liver coated shoe into my mouth. I gag as I can’t breath, with my airway clogged with that thick pasty liver. I cough, and some liver splatters up. Jenny backs off in horror, as some I think goes on her.

“Give me your other shoe” Jenny gets the other shoe from Beth, holds the heel and smack’s me across the face, with it’s stiff tan sole.

“Smack” “How Dare You!” “Smack.” “Whah!!! “You got me dirty”

I quickly try and turn my head. Jenny grabs my face with her fingers nails pinching into my skin and holds me steady. “Smack” Harder “Smack” “Smack” -- I’m seeing star’s with every hit.

Enough Please. I beg Jenny to stop. “Smack” “Smack” The left side of my face is stinging hot with pain.

“Lick it up! all of that shoe sole.” “Beth get more” “So you want more!
“You wanted more… you’re so hungry… Right!”
“Smack” “Wait for the salad course” “You’ll get yours!”
Jenny gives me a nasty looking face “Smack”

The waitress start coming into the dinning room with the second course, the salad and some pasta, and another vintage wine. A little bell rings.

“Ahh you’ll get more on the next course” “Beth get me another napkin please.. ”
“I don’t want any this mess on me.”

Jenny this wipes my face with the fresh napkin, she dips the end of the cloth into a water grass and digs forcefully with the napkin cleaning my face up. She then smiles a nice sweet smile. “You’ll see what’s next!” “You’ll see!”

Jenny then returns to the table top side. I lift my head and glance along the side of my body, the other guest’s legs and shoes are returning to my side.

Jenny then duck’s down under the table. “You know all you have to do to end this is scream, and our friend Jill will win a trip to Cancun.”

What about Bonnie killing me with one of her cars?

“Ha! She won’t kill you she has so many other plans for you. She’s enjoying your company so much!” “OK?” “You’ll do this for me!”

Jenny returns smiling to the table top. “More wine please.”

The little bell rings again..

Jenny quickly stamps her left white strappy 4’’ platform shoe on my chest, and with her right foot’s toe, removes the shoe by angling her heel on my chest, and prying it off. A big welt is on my chest. Jenny now plants her naked right foot on my face. She clamps her sweaty arch against my nose. She’s pressing my mouth shut and wraps her toes against my mouth. She then slam’s her left shoe’s sharp toe into my head.

“Thump” -- She hit’s my head again. With another solid kick “Thud”
She presses her naked food down harder on my mouth. I can’t scream if I wanted too. I can hardly breath. Jenny then parks her left shoe on my head, with its’ spiky heel gouging into my ear “Ahhhh” and her high arch over my eyes, and dusty sole mashing my cheek. No one else has hit me yet.

“We have pasta and a little vinaigrette salad to offset this 1989 Chateau Rieussec Sauternes at $65.00 a bottle so you should enjoy it” “A Sweet wine” – “I’ll come around and server you all with this special vintage” -- Bonnie

Beth plants her black spike heels side by side on my chest, and pivots them apart pulling at my chest skin at a 60 degree angles, in a twisting motion. I hold my scream in, as Jenny will only make it harder for me to breath. I feel one sharp heel rests near my groin, then another. It’s in the location of Dr. Jill. I hope she has some mercy for me. She is a doctor, maybe she’ll take pity on me. My legs get a nasty sharp searing pain, as slender heels are sliding off my legs, and plop back on, as their owner may be new to this. Then two hard weights grind into my good ankle. It’s the man from that couple.
I want to scream now, and end this.

“Drink up” – Bonnie says

Dr Jill stabs at my balls with one of her free roaming four inch heels. She has one heel stabbing into my sausage, with the other metal heel is playing hide and seek with one frantic nut. Jenny kicks my head again with her left shoe’s hard toe, and mashes her sweaty foot harder on my mouth. “Thump” Jenny’s shoe in my head. “Bing” “Bonk”

Beth raises both weighty legs up on her heels, and gore’s them into my gut.
What ever wind I have in me is being beat out of me. Jill found my nut, and knife piercing pain races though me. I can’t scream loud enough to nullify my pain. I moan under Jenny’s ach and soles. But no one hears a thing. Jenny has my mouth clamped shut with her cute looking toes. The couple on the end, the woman is knifing my legs with her heels. Beth stomps her heavy legs on my stomach as her heels sink deep into me. Jenny then looks under the table and smiles sinfully at me.

“Did you say something” “I didn’t quite hear you” “When you have something to say please say it!”

Jenny move’s back to the Table top. Then with her left shoe she hits me in the head with her extended spike heel. “Thump” and again with a harder kick “Thump” Star’s flash!

“There’s little resistance in his belly. It was stronger before” “Is he still alive”
“I’m nailing my heels into him good.” “N I C E F O O T R E S T”
“With every letter I spelled out I gave him a good solid heel stomp.” -- Beth

Dr Jill’s heels go at my groin full weight. Her two heels slice into me, as she uses me to reposition herself at her seat. The lady of the couple cuts into my thigh with her sharp BZ like heels as it gets much heaver now since her male partner rests his feet on hers.

“Jenny Stop That” “Let him go” -- Bonnie has finally seen what Jenny is doing as she’s walking round the table serving the wine.

“Oh did I do something wrong” I’m sorry I was enjoying the game so much I forgot the rules”

“You know It’s Jill’s turn to try and win. I thought you liked her?”

Jenny takes her foot off of my face and nose, I can finally breath. The air smell’s so sweet. Jill now grinds her heels into me with even more force. My nuts come under renewed attack. I’m just about to scream when Jenny slams her naked toe into my nose. I see stars. Jenny’s then kicks her left shoe into my ear. “Bonk” Bells are ringing!

“I’m just trying to make the game last longer, it’s so much fun! – Jenny

Jill’s two sharp metal heels spear into my nuts, I’m going to speak forever as a Bee Gee, as pain rips through me. I finally get a chance scream my head off!!!!!

“Ladies and Gentleman – Bonnie announces – “I think we have a winner”
Jill still has her heels nailed into me, as Beth rocks her chair back with her spike heels nailed on my chest.

“AHHHHH! I so happy I’m going to be finally done with this.
“Too much noise”

But I don’t get a chance to scream again! Jenny plant’s her fleshy foot on my mouth again, and the toe of her left shoe is planted firmly on my forehead.

“Dr. Jill and her guest win a two week stay in at our estate in Cancun” – Bonnie

Jill jabs me again, as she savagely twist her heels into me, while Beth grinds her heels in a twisting motion into my stomach with delight.

“OK people we have three more courses, and I have it on good authority that our special dinner guest is going to stay.” “So stretch your legs.. Ha if you can stand” -- Bonnie

The woman on the end, scrapes her heels off my leg, as both man and woman move from the table.

“Soup will be next… Who’s ready for the soup?” -- Bonnie

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 8

I stare up at the dark wood over my head, this table, I hear everything in echoes. My balls are throbbing, I think I can’t hold my urine, I shouldn’t wonder, Jill did a nice on my ‘guy’. Maybe if I’m leaking, they’ll send me back to my room.
I don’t know what’s going on down there anyway. I’ll be afraid to look!
Oh! The two men from before are back! I hope they take me back to my room! Their working on the wheels….

Shit! They just moved me again! Just two little feet and now my face is at Beth’s chair. That mean’s Dr. Jill’s heels will be on my stomach, and the couple will be in range of my balls. And there’s that another couple that didn’t get to me yet!
I really can’t take anymore of this.

Chairs start scraping on the floor as legs reappear near the chairs, and shoes move under the table. I look quickly to my left and Beth’s two heavy legs, slide sideways, one then the other, parking Beth’s ass down on her chair. Here they go. Up and down! Her two black spike heeled shoes thump down on my face side by
side. “Huummmffff” My god their so heavy.

Her heels are grinding into my ear and cheek. They wobble a little, I can’t see anything now. Her aches cover my view, as her sharp jagged heels dig into the side of my head and cheek That little bell rings.

Quickly two cold needle like shafts pounce into my stomach. They sink in deep, but they just rock back and forth, not doing any other nasty motions. I can handle this so far!

I hear some more moving chairs. Ohhh! Someone has hooked her spike heel between my balls and dick and is pressing forcefully down. But it just stay’s there. No wicked action, it’s probably not meant to really hurt me, but my package is so swollen it’s hard to tell the difference. At least her shoe sole is warm, so no cold chills to deal with! I can feel her toes wiggling against my shaft. I shift my body a little and try and get comfy with it. That little dinner bell rings again.

“Our next course is a mushroom cream soup” And the wine to go with this is a 1997 Shafer Merlot at $60 a bottle. It has a nice earthy texture, that will complement the soup!”

“Jenny will you help me serve the wine since your free… Jenny?”
—Bonnie

“Hi Pete, I’m here to keep you company! I feel a little pat on my right cheek, and smell a rush of warm perfumed air. It’s Jenny she’s under the table with me.
Is this a good thing? I don’t know?

“My sister Beth really has her heels planted on your face” “And Aunt Jill has her heels glued in your stomach” “I don’t think your going to get anything to eat this time.”

Jenny then pats me softly on my cheek. “Hang in there sport”

“Look where Margo has her heel, if she moves wrong you’ll become a Unix.”
“Jenny you should serve our quests and not play with Peter!”—Bonnie
“He’s all alone down here, let me stay I can help him.”—Jenny
“O.K. do what you want” “Who needs more wine”—Bonnie

I feel Jenny’s warm hand on my chest. She’s stroking my chest with her hand, it
feels so nice and comforting. Jenny continues to stroke my chest, now with her
warm fingers spread out. I’m starting to forget the heels planed on me and my
little general is starting to get hard, but under Margo’s sole. Jenny now
start’s scratching my chest with her sharp nails. I start to flinch, a little
from the sudden sharpness of her nails.

Beth shifts her shoes on my face, and regrinds her heels into my ear and jaw.
Beth angles down her two sharp heels of pain. One in my numb ear and the other
spearing my jaw. My face is quickly becoming numb, with the non-movement of her heavy legs focused on me. I open my eyes again, I still can’t see. Beth’s shoes
have a nice leather scent, I’m making her leather soles smell with my face
sweat.

Jill pick’s up one leg from my stomach and cool air adds to the nasty sting her
heel leaves behind. Squish and stab. “Humfff” She must have crossed one leg over on the other. Her one heel has just reached my spine through the front! Jenny is still scratching my chest with the tips of her nails. Jenny sees Margo fidget
with her free leg.

“Hey Margo, why don’t you rest one foot on top of the other.” “That will keep
you from cramping up.” “Pete she looked so Ill at ease, this will help her.”

Margo’s heel is now heavier than ever and rams forward into my nuts. My nuts at
the same time are pinched by my own thigh. My sausage is squished flat by her
sole against my leg. I dare not breath or move, she might spear me worse with
her heel. Maybe the pain won’t find me just yet.

“Margo does that help you!” “Fells better right!”
“She was a little un-comfortable this is all new to her”
“Her husband and Margo are so vanilla, she’s not used to doing this.”

Thankfully her husband isn’t into this, he hasn’t put his feet on me. I think
I’ll wretch if her husband gets into this. Uck!

“I got some wine do you want any?”

“Yessssssssss.” I can’t talk with Beth’s shoes mashing into my Jaw. “Was that a
yes” Ha Ha

“Hey Beth remove you feet from Pete’s face, will you”
Squish and Scrap they come off, as my sweat makes Beth’s shoes stick to my face.

Ice cold air, I still can’t see, everything is very blurry. My eyes slowly focus
as the sports goggles stop pressing into my eyeballs and I see Jenny’s smiling
face above me. Jenny takes off my goggles so my eyes can focus, and stop’s the
strap from cutting into my face.

“Better” --- Jenny
“Yes” Thank you – me
“Here you want some wine?”—Jenny
“Yes please”—me

Jenny cradles my head up so I can sip at her wine glass. Half of me is waiting
for some nasty action on her part. I quickly sip at the rich texture and potent
wine.

“No so fast” “You’ll chock” “We don’t want to get sick” “Slowww”
As I’m drinking the wine I see through the glass goblet Jill’s one leg, with her
red shoe sunk almost up to her ankle in my gut. Margo has her one patent leather
high heel mashed into my groin with her other leather sole angled across it. The
couple on the end of the table is not doing anything to me. They have their legs
tucked under their seats. Surprisingly Jenny let’s me finish the glass.

“Thank you” I quickly say to her.
“Do you want more” “Really how about something to eat”—Jenny
I smile at Jenny “Really no trick”—Jenny say’s smiling!
OK I tell her.—me

She let’s go of my head and it plops down to the hard backboard/skateboard.
Thud! -- “Oh I’m Sorry” ha! no really I’m sorry—Jenny

“Beth get me more wine”—As Jenny hands up the empty wine glass.
Jill twists back her buried heel in my gut, so her toe is just visible across my
chest. “Ahhhh” I moan.—Jenny smiles!

Margo flexes her weighty shoe in my balls, as my body moves.
Jenny reaches over and lift’s my head again. Another full wine glass is passed
down from Beth into Jenny’s outstretch hand.

“Here you go.. Now drink this slowly” I finish that one as well. The rich wine
sends tingles through my body, making me warmer and not so focused on the pain.

“Jenny you didn’t have any of the cooks mushroom soup” “Stop with Peter and take your place at the table”—Bonnie

“I’ll have to leave you now, but I’ll be back latter for the main course. You’ll
get something to eat then” “I almost forgot, they want this on you!”

Something about having the rest of the meal in peace!

“Open your mouth”

Jenny then gag’s me with a big leather strap and a large wad of cloth tied tight
across my head and in my mouth --- Not a pep! Now!

Jenny then gently lowers my head back to the backboard, and rolls out from under
the table to my right.

“OK Beth I’m clear”

Quickly Beth places her two heavy soles on top of my face. One sole lands on my
forehead, the other mashes across my gagged mouth. Her two sharp heels are
suspended to my left.

I wonder why I can see them so clearly now!

Then It dawns on me! Jenny forgot to put back my sport’s goggles!

My eyes are unprotected now. Shit! I’m going to be blinded by this sick group of
sadistic fiends. One wrong step. I can’t even scream now!

Shit!! F ##@#$$ !!

I don’t care what they do to the rest of me now, I’ll just concentrate on what
Beth’s feet do on my head, and ride out this soup deal. Suddenly Beth moves her
feet so that her heels are now digging into the left side of my face. She know’s
I can’t scream. Her left heel is moving, scratching the side of my face, it
bumps against my ear lobe, it stops and circles around my ear canal.

Squish! In it goes. Beth has parked one heel in my ear canal and is now resting her legs weight on the bottom of my ear membrane.
“AHHHHHHHH” Agonnneeeeeyyy”!!!

Jill is shifting her legs, her heel buried in my gut, gets lighter, and is
pulled out of the clamped on surrounding skin and a new cold heel gets buried
again in my gut.

“Pain!! Makes again make me loose my focus! Margo scrapes her heel off from my numb penis, and jab’s my thigh muscles with her two sharp heels. Margo is
stretching her feet on me. My ear is throbbing, as Beth moves her right shoe
forward to rest her heel sideway across the bridge of my nose.
Her leg weight is doing nasal torture to me.

She now rest’s the round back of her shoe, on my eye socket.
If she slides her foot backwards I’ll be blinded for sure in one eye. I’m
looking straight across her sexy shoes high heel profile up way to close!

She kick’s me in the head hard, with the shoe in my ear. The shoe on my nose raises up to the table and then drops down fast. Lightning and then nothing.

“Do you want the Prime Rib?”—Jenny

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 9


I think I heard Jenny speaking to me? It seems like a long time ago. I feel so groggy. I’m again in so much pain, the bridge of my nose, is stinging, the rest of my nose is aching. My inner ear is throbbing and I have a migraine headache!
I see flashing red colors, and only blurry shapes along side of me.

I’m so dizzy now, and now my balls are on fire. That’s something new,
thousands blinding razors are cutting into my balls. Heavy pressure as the stinging needles, cut into my crotch, as two ice cold points of pain jab into my sausage. “Ahhhhhmmmm” Who’s doing that!? I try and lift my head above my chest to see.

They moved me already! I was out cold. The new couple at the end, the woman has her fancy cocktail shoes buried in my crotch. Her two, thirty pound, heavy tanned legs leveled down into me, her ankles, are just visible above my chest line. I strain my head once more, to see what’s causing this unknown “Killer Bee” stinging pain, I can’t escape. Something on her shoes have hooked into my sensitive skin bad!

Oh my! She’s wearing gold rhinestone high heels. The little hooks, that hold the stones, are sharp, and their cutting into me every time she flexes her shoes soles against my balls. She’s talking to somebody, I see a pair of ladies flat heeled dress shoes, standing next to her. “Ohhhhhhh’ She’s very expressive with those feet, they wiggle around as she speaks. I can’t hear what’s being said. She’s moving those feet again. “I still have that gag” “No one can hear me scream” “EEEEeeeeeeooww”

If I can see her, then no one else is seated. Howww I’m I going to endure more of this! Where’s Margo and her husband going to sit? Forget them, where’s Jill going to be!

“Dingle Dingle” That little bell sounds.

“Ok please get seated, and I’ll have the main course served” -- Bonnie

Oh shit! I’m in for it now once again. I see legs, here they come again.

From my point of view, I see legs and shoes only, the chairs now slide out on the hard wood floor, and shinny shoes, show their dusty gray leather bottoms to me, as they slide under the table once more. The chairs grown, and the wooden legs scrape as they slide closer to my body in slow-mo. Here comes the forest of legs, as if they kick up and down as if they were the “Radio City Rockets”!
“Ahhhhhuummfff” Margo is the next one to sit. She lift’s black patent leather high heels, I see her dark leather soles raised upward as her two shinny four inch heels, dig themselves into my gut once more. My general gets rock hard, and is punished by the new lady’s rhinestone hooks, nestled along side of my shaft. My gut is being speared by Margo’s two forty pound legs. My head is still tilted forward to watch the leggy assault on me. “Ehhhhhuummff”

Next to be seated is Margo’s husband/boyfriend? I have no control,
it’s total humiliation, ahhhhh. He’s putting his feet on my chest. “Nooooooo” “Stoppp”
I yell into my gag. Total revulsion, I have to get out of this! I hate this and he’s killing me. It feels like I’m having a heat attack. Two fifty pound weight’s on my chest.
This guy’ nasty brown leather loafer shoes. He’s putting one foot on top of the other and rest the two whole legs weight on a one inch sharp edged heel on my breast bone. My guts are being squeezed out of me! “Ahhhhhhh”

I’m sick of this! Someone on the end has just stomped on my shin bone with another hard flat shoe. “AAAAHhhhaaaa” Now another heel, twists’ to the side, I feel a small heel crunch into at my ankle! I feel like a used tube of tooth paste, all flattened and squished out.

“We had two dishes, for you tonight, The Argentine Prime Rib Steak or the Alaskan Pouched Salmon” All of you good people wanted meat! So I gave the fish to the Estate staff! -- Bonnie

The guests move their feet digging into me as they applaud the menu!

“The wine we’re serving is a Cabernet Sauvignon, from season of 1995, and the Frazier Lupine Hill vineyards going at $100.00 a bottle to complement the great mouth-watering Prime rib. Vegetables are Asparagus Tips With Idaho Baked Potato’s.” “Please enjoy ‘all’ I have to offer above and below the table”
-- Bonnie

Another chair now moves by my head. Long tan naked legs move sideways, as two now familiar red spiky heeled shoes, with dark leather soles, slide along the front of the chair leg, and a trim ass sits down. I smell very expensive perfume.

“I went outside for a smoke, but it’s raining.”
“Is Peter moved? I wanted to enjoy this part” -- Dr. Jill

I hear a voice behind me.

“No we moved him 15 minutes ago” -- Jenny
Jill looks under the table and smiles at me!
“Please pass me the wine” -- Dr. Jill

I’m starting to see everything a little better now, but It’s very hard to breath.
I just take little breaths, as every breath I take it gets harder to breath again. I’m trying to prepare for the unknown pain that’s will come out of this choirs of crushing weight.
I then get a sharp hit on the top of my head, it feels like a heel tip. “Ahhhhhhhhhh” Spliting pain.

“You don’t say Hello” -- Jenny

I jerk my head as far back as I can!
“Hhhhhhhhiiii” I’m still gagged, that’s the best I can do.
“I’m here to see if your OK” “Beth put you out with that kick to your face!”

“Myyyyy Eyyessss” (My eyes) I try and speak through the gag, but I can’t make Jenny understand me. “She most likely planed it this way!”

“If look’s like you won’t be eating anything now, I’ll have the kitchen staff save you your dinner, you of course want the meat?” --- Jenny

“Yeessss” The way she said that, god knows what she meant by ‘the meat’?
“I see your all settled in, and Jill will take very good care of you! I’ll see you for desert. Bye” Jenny leaves by rolling back out from under the table.

I hear them starting to eat and laugh. I look over to Jill, she’s rocking her pointy heels on the hard wood floor. I see her red shoes soles, they look wet, and dirty. Jill’s metal heels, are making faint scratches in the polished dark wood floor.

I hear again laughter at the middle of the table… Stomp… Slice.. Crush, my balls are being speared. The socialite with the golden shoes, just stomped her legs down on me in hearty laughter! I feels like she’s put just one knife like heel into my ‘guy’. Margo is grinding my guts, by rocking her heels up and down, in a sideways slant, then full straight up. Margo’s mate with his shoes, buried on my chest, wobbles his heels, to flex them, twisting my raw skin.

I can’t breath now! Jill has suddenly parked her left foot’s red heel on my neck!
Her high arch is choking me, as her left heel is jabbing into my neck. “AAAAAAHHHHH” I yell into my gag, I know sound is coming out, I decide to yell more” “AAAAAAHHH” They’ll have to do something I can’t take this!

Jill then kick’s me in the ear with her other shoe. “Thud” It slides off to the side.

She then kick’s my cheek. “Slaump” It’s like a punch! “Slaump” “Slaump”
Three kicks in the jaw, from Dr. Jills red shoe. I’m still chocking!
I’ll yell more, I’ve had it! They won’t be able to enjoy dinner!

“AAAAAAAHHHH” Jill bears down with the left shoe on my neck!

I’m strangling… Ms golden shoe, stirs her heels in my nuts again.

I can’t even moan now, I have no strength left in me. I’m being crushed to death by people sitting down!

“Slaump” “Slaump” Two more slug’s in the face! Star’s Now!

Dr Jill looks under the table, and holds a finger up to her lips. “Sushhh”
Jill remove her heel from my neck, and with her slender fingers, removes her red shoes one at a time. Jill then smiles at me, and then move back to table top.

Well I can breath now, mission accomplished! My jaw is aching though.

Slam! Dr. Jill plants both naked feet on my face. Her left foot mashes into my gag, while her right foot covers my nose. She bears down, almost standing on my face. I can’t breath at all!!! I try and draw air between here toes, mashed on my nose. I smell a little perfume, baby powder, and a wet leather scent. If I’m smelling something, I must be getting air. But it’s hurting my crushed lungs, to pull this much, for so little. Then pressure settles back some.

“Jenny will you shut him up, we can’t hear ourselves think” --- Bonnie

I now feel warmth on either side of my head. I can’t see anything with Jill’s feet plastered to my face. . “Ahhhhhhhhhh” That splitting pain in the head.

Jenny kicked me on top of my head with her high heel again. I feel warmth on the right side of my face, but no contact yet! Margo lifts her heels off my gut, and jabs only one heel in. It crushes, down with double the weight, I know It’s the one leg crossover.

Miss Golden heels is doing the same, the sharp shaft go on my sausage only. The guy with his feet on me, puts both shoes flat on my chest with a thud. I smell Jill’s feet more, I must be getting more air. I now feel something toying with my right ear. And now my left ear? Two jagged heels from either side, probe into my ears. “No No No I say to myself.” It’s Jenny she’s using Beth’s ear torture, but only worse. Both ears at once. The two heels press down, more and more, while Jenny’s shoes clamp to the sides of my face.

“Are you going to be quite now, or do I have to clean out your ears! -- Jenny

I shake my head a little in the affirmative! Jenny’s heels go for the ride.

“That’s done it, we can have piece now” “Jill he’s all yours”

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 10

Dr. Jill still has both her bare feet plastered on my face. Ms. Golden heels has her two legs sharp metal tipped heels focused on my penis. I don’t feel my ‘guy’ anymore, just a numb warm feeling and I fear I’ll be singing soprano the rest of my life.

“Jack! Would you be a dear! Could you please move, and have your steak at my spot, the end of the table, I want to talk to my friends, Thanks!” -- Bonnie

Well that’s his name! Squink… “Ahhhhhaaaah” Searing pain as ‘Jack’ removes his one sideways slanted heel from my swollen chest’s skin. I can’t even massage my chest to flex my skin back to shape. I can’t even moan, Jill’s foot is on my gag. Every time a make a little moan, Jill presses down harder on my face.

Dr Jill removes her right foot from my face, as cool air reaches my sweaty face,
I can again get a little sweet air into my crushed lungs. My eyesight is blurry, but I can see from my vantage point I see black high heel shoes, standing next to Margo. Two black high heel shoes, slides side by side along the front of the chair as a strong tan leg flexes. I see this woman’s ankle turn, and contract, as her legs jut out under the table. I remember these, “Ohhhooo Nooohw!!” Bonnie is sitting down next to Margo. Bonnie lift’s her feet up, and as one heel plops then both legs and sharp heeled shoes land down on my chest.
I’m going to be killed right here and now! Golden heels, Margo, Bonnie and Jill!

Bonnie then slides both shoes back to the side of my chest, her heels bite at my side while her cold soles mash into my rib cage.

“Bonnie! I’m really not enjoying toying with Peter as much as I wanted too” – Jill
“How so” – Bonnie
“I wanted to play with his face, but you have him cinched up!”

“I’ll get Jenny to adjust him” -- Bonnie

I feel someone removing my gag, and pulling the cloth from my mouth.

“You’ll continue to remain quite understand! -- Jenny

I nod yes!

Jenny pats my face, once, and then slaps it harder, stinging it with pain.

“That’s a good boy!” “Remember not a sound!
This is a request from Aunt Bonnie” -- Jenny

Jill puts her right foot back on my face, but starts to work her big toe against my lips, and fishes it around under my gums. Her other foot mashes my nose shut. I’m forced to open my mouth to breath. In goes her right foot’s toes. Pulling at my tongue, in a game of grab and let go. Jill now has as almost her whole foot rammed into my month. I’m almost gagging again, but this time I can’t breath.

“This is so much better, thanks Bonnie” -- Jill
“My pleasure, glad your enjoying yourself” – Bonnie

Bonnie, then does the one leg crossover, resting her how two leg weight, and her heel pinching into the side of my chest. “Ahhhhhooooeww”
I try to keep the pain to myself, I don’t want Bonnie mad at me.

Margo has one heel, bearing her two legs, digging into my gut, while
ms. golden heels is drilling into my crotch with her well tanned ‘Palm Beach’ legs.

I can’t breath enough air out of my crushed on chest, to suck the air past Jill’s feet rammed on my face, and gagging my mouth. I try and make my body rigid, to hold back the uncontrollable probing heels. I trying to break against my tie down straps.

“You feel him” -- Margo
“Yea he’s struggling again” - “Bonnie”
“I’ll fix him” -- ms. golden heels
“He can’t struggle too long if he can’t breath” -- Jill

My nuts, Ms. Golden Heels, she’s grinding my guy, “AAAAAHHHHHooo”
I try and yell into Jill’s toes mashed in my mouth. Jill’s leathery tasting toes, play patty cake with my tongue, as Margo’s lone black heel, twists into my gut again.

Then I happens, I pressed my body too hard against itself. I pressed my busted left leg. It starts, in my left foot, the arch, a leg cramp. It rolls it’s way up my immobilized leg, rapping needle like pain, from my left arch to the cave of my leg. I can’t get any release of this pain. My leg is in spasm. I’m still being speared by long leggy heels.

“He’s really fighting it now” -- Margo
“Yea he’s so rigid” -- Bonnie

Jill look’s under the table, as she removes her left foot from my eyes. Through my blurry vision, I see her, with tears of pain, as my leg cramp rolls mind numbing pain up my body.

“I think he’s having convolutions” -- Jill
“Should we stop?” -- Margo

“No, I’ll just take my foot out of his mouth, I don’t want to loses any toes”

Jill then mashes one foot on my mouth, and her other foot is moved back across my eyes. Again I blind to the world. I can’t manage the leg cramp. It just keeps coming on. What do I focus on, leg cramp, heels Cushing into my chest, gut, and crotch. The decision is taken from me, I pass out.

When I awake, I still can’t see, my chest is still on fire, the one heel pain, is now multiplied by two. My stomach is on fire as well, one stinging pain, with another constant punch in my gut. My crotch, two fire points, jab at my penis, but no leg cramp. I’m not going to flex that leg again. I’ll just try and lay as limp as possible. I don’t want to reactive that cramp again.

Oh no, It started again. Just by thinking about it, here it comes rolling in my arch! Now it’s up my leg! Crunching into my thigh, right by my already numb nuts.
I can’t do anything to shake it out. I can’t even scream, I’m under Bonnie’s orders not to utter a sound. I struggle so much, that my right leg, rigid from the stress, gets a cramp of it’s own.

I’m feeling their heels more than ever, the ladies are crushing me with their legs, as they twist their heels into me.

“I’m letting him know, his effort’s are futile” -- Margo
“Yea” “Resistance Is Futile” -- Bonnie

“Ha!” “He’s not going boldly anywhere! -- Bonnie

“I kind of like where my feet are, their so warm in this cool room”
-- ms. golden heels

“Well Pamela, we can make him available to you as a foot warmer if you like”
-- Bonnie

I feel so nauseous, my guts, are squished out through my colon, the leg cramps, are racking my body with pain, worse than the heels, digging into me.

“Bonnie Dear, could you pass me some more asparagus tips” -- Jill

Jill suddenly moves left foot off my eyes and on my forehead. Jill takes her foot from my mouth and nose, and fiddles with her red shoe, below my sight line.
Up comes her right red shoe, her damp sole, is now smashed down on my mouth.

My inner lip! Jill cut my inner lip with my own teeth The smash of her shoe, bearing down, has cut my inner lip, I tastes blood, as her shoe, angles down and gets heavier as she crossed her other foot over the top of this leg.

My mouth now bear’s her two legs weight, as Jill angles her single red 4 inch heel into the side of my jaw. I smell her damp leather sole as she wiggles her foot in a side to side motion, pressing her one red closed toe shoe closer to my nose. Her slender heel buries itself into my jaw line, and neck.

“Pass me some more of this fabulous wine!”
“I’ll move my glass closer to you” -- Bonnie

Bonnie shift her heels, the one heel, that made friends with my chest skin, is yanked quickly away, and a new ice cold heel digs itself a new hole. Stinging pain greets the fresh wound, as cold air, fills the void, left by rough metal heel tip.

“Yes it’s great! “Say when” -- Pamela

Pamela, Ms. Golden heels, removes both shoes from my crotch. My balls scream, as cold air and freedom from her heel shafts, release them from the hooks of her shoes.

“I think I’ll have more of that myself, please waiter get me another bottle”
“Wait one moment, let me get more comfortable” -- Pamela

My relief is short lived, as Ms. Golden Heels, her two nylon stockinged feet now press back into my tender balls. Pamela’s strong toes, search for my nuts.
She’s feeling around as I can’t do anything, to defend myself. I dread and wait until she lands on one. She found one lone nut, and on finding it, she is slowly squeezing my nut into the hard backboard floor. I moan softly as he nimble big toe crushes it. My sounds are muffled under Jill’s firm unyielding red shoe.

“Ladies and Gentleman, I have a treat for you! -- Bonnie
“Desert will be served in the skylight room, with live piano music”
So take you drinks and follow me” --- Bonnie

Don’t worry your invited too! I get slapped hard against the side of my face, not covered by Dr. Jill’s red shoe. “Ahhh” Stinging hot pain.

They have a special place all arranged. Everyone will see you there! -- Jenny

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 11

Oh! My balls, my chest! I’m in so much pain, I’m feeling sick! All the ladies heels are at once yanked from my swollen skin. Sharp pain, and cold air greets my fresh raw wounds. I close my eyes, to try to manage the pain. I hear the guest’s scraping their chair’s legs on the hard wood floor, as they all leave the table talking and laughing.

Here they come again those two silent guy’s from before, there sliding the chairs aside, far from the table, and there crawling towards me under the table.
The men grab at the backboard, and slide it sideways out into the open room.
I can suddenly see the ceiling, and not just the bottom of the dinning table.

One of the guys re-covers my crotch with the wrap around shorts, and start’s to un-strap me from the backboard. Then they lift me up on to one of the cushioned dinning room chairs, at a clean place setting, my left leg, with it’s cast is angled in front of me. They then leave my side and sit at the far end of the table, as if waiting for further instructions. I feel so dizzy, I rest my head on the table top, until the room stops spinning. I hear laughter and music off in another part of the house.

The room finally stops spinning and I raise myself up, and start to examine my chest. My hospital type covering is ripped to shreds. My chest has several heel scraps and welts. I look at the heel mark’s their already tuning purple, with blood marks under the skin. Nasty looking marks, I look at my belly skin, multiple heel scrapes, holes, and gashes. I then try and see my crotch, but it’s too painful to even move my good thigh against. I’ll wait till I get back to my room.

I then hear hard heels clicking against wood, coming towards me, I lift my head up from my self examination to see Jenny coming into the dinning room carrying a large dinner plate and a cup of wine.

“You thought I forgot about you! Didn’t you!”
“Well! We must take good care of you!”
“We must keep your strength up, there’s more to come tonight”
“We don’t want you to pass out from starvation”

Jenny has the maid adjust my place setting, and then a steak is placed before me, with baby sized plastic knives and forks. It looks nice, but its kind of flat with a dark oregano looking seasoning. I ask Jenny.

What did you do to the meat?

“I had it tenderized for you” “I had the cook stand on it with her grimy sneakers.”
“And I stepped on it too” “If you look closely you can see my heel marks in it”
“ha ha!’

I’m not eating this! And I push it away!

Slam into my face! “Ahhhhh”
Jenny punches me in the cheek with her closed fist’s slender hands!

“Eat it now! If you know what’s good for you!”
“I’ll tell Aunt Bonnie” “You wouldn’t like the consequences” – Jenny

I don’t want to get into trouble, so I pick up my baby plastic fork, plastic knife, and work at cutting the cleaner looking part of the meat. I hesitantly put it into my mouth. It tastes like a nice steak, only I grind on an occasional pieces of sand, and grit.

“Eat it all” “Every piece of it!” -- Jenny

I cut into the more mashed down area of the meat, and quickly cut the meat into bigger sections. I then quickly eat each piece, not chewing it much, and quickly swallow hoping not to tastes what’s going down into my gut. Crunch crunch, I’m eating the dirty section, yuck! I look over and see Jenny happily smiling, drinking her wine.

“Good humm” “I knew you would enjoy it”

I finally finish the steak, crunching the last dirt and meat in my mouth.

“I have some desert for you”

Jenny then leans down, and plops one of her white heeled shoe’s on the shinny dark mahogany table, in front of my place setting. I look at her afraid to ask.

“I used this shoe and my other one to tenderize your meal, lick the sole clean for me! “I can’t very well walk thought this house with grease on my shoes, I’ll get all the expensive rugs dirty” “Go on! Lick it clean” – Jenny

I pick up her white sexy shoe, looking at her toe impressions in the white leather, and flip the shoe over to the soles and nasty heel side. There’s more dust on it than greases. Sand and carpet fibers, mashed in grit, and brown grease, but it has also a nice perfumery scent.

“What are you waiting for” Slam! In my jaw with another fist!

I look at her dazed, I see Jenny with a evil smile. I start licking, from her toe to the heel arch. My tongue quickly dries out, and I have to rewet it back in my mouth. Yuuuuuck! Slam! Another sock in the head again.

“Quicker I don’t want to miss the party”

I go for broke, and lick faster, more and more wretched, dirt is going into my mouth, and being swallowed. I shudder the think what else little innocent looking Jenny did in her walk in the kitchen. I finally get the bottom wet and shinny and start to hand the shoe back to Jenny.

“No! Suck on the heel” -- Jenny

I don’t see anything there to clean, but I do as I’m told, as I suck on the heel.

“Now listen, I want you to chew off the rubber heel, to the metal, I have big plans for these shoes!” -- Jenny

I know what she has planed, but I grip the heel with my teeth and start to tear away at the sweet smelling four inch heel shoe’s black heel tip.
Slowly I’m able to rip pieces of it away exposing a nasty jagged metal spike.

I quickly look at the newly exposed metal heel tip, and hand Jenny’s white shoe back to her. She looks at it, leans over to her other side and hands me her left shoe.

“Clean the sole and pull off it’s heel” Quickly! -- Jenny

I again look at this perfect sexy white shoe, and quickly start licking the bottoms of her dusty gritty soles. “Yuuuckkkk” No better tasting than the other one. But they have the same sexy perfume smell! After about five or six long licks,
I show Jenny the newly cleaned shinny sole. She smiles

“Do it’s heel now!”

I stick her shoe heel into my mouth and start to chew on the heel, to see where I can pry it off with my teeth. “Crack” “Crack”

“Star’s” Splitting head pain!

Jenny hit the top of my head with newly modified white shoe’s exposed metal heel! She was just holding it in her hand.

“I see it work’s pretty good” “Nice job, do the same to the one you got”

The splitting head pain still lingers at the top of my head!

I quickly try and finish, I’m dazed, don’t know what else she’ll do to me.
This shoe is harder to do than the least one. I see Jenny from the corner of my eye, playing with her new shoe toy, and then drinking some more wine.

“I can’t get it? I tell Jenny”

That’s OK we’ll have some fun just with this one! Give it back to me!

I hand the clean undamaged heeled shoe back to Jenny.

“Do you want some wine?” -- Jenny
“Yes”
“Here drink all you want”

Jenny hands me the half full bottle and her glass. I quickly fill the glass and drink down it’s contents. I hope the alcohol will kill whatever I cleaned from her shoes and make me so drunk I’ll pass out. I fill another glass, and drink it down again.

“Hey stop that” “What did I tell you about drinking so fast”

Jenny pull’s the bottle away from me, and motions to the two guys to come and get me.

“Were all going to sing Christmas songs and have a good time, won’t you join us!” --- Jenny

“Guy’s you know were Aunt Bonnie wants him setup!”
“I’ll see you there Peter, and I’ll spend some quality time with you!” --- Jenny

Oh shit, I’m not drunk at all, just a little warm and tingly. I have a very bad feeling about this.

Jenny gets up from her chair an holds on to me, with her sharp nails, while she puts on her shoes. The right shoe has the nasty exposed metal nail.

“I’m going to do some damage to this nice wood floor, but that’s what contractors
are for!

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 12

“Can you walk?” One of Bonnie’s guy’s asks me.

No! you see I have this leg cast!

Then he look’s daggers at me, I seem to have lost my mind, in my snappy answer to him! I’m in enough trouble as it is. I don’t need to make enemies of the estate staff.

“O.K. we’ll just fireman carry you!” “Get up!”

I raise myself up slowly in my chair, and quickly without ceremony, I’m flung over the guy’s shoulder, and carried dangling upside-down over his back.
I see the hard wood floor move in reverse, as I’m carried from one room to the next.

I come into a familiar room. It’s the living room. The big long two story room with all the skylights in the ceiling. I hope they don’t put me in that sand pit again!

Oh no! There’s lot’s of people here! More than at dinner! There all talking loud, and they have live holiday piano music. The guy stop’s right by the wet bar, next to this six foot long Black Baby Grand Piano.

“I’m going to put you down now on the floor, so don’t move!’

Please be careful I ask him.

“We don’t need anymore lip from you” The guy say’s to me as I’m dumped quickly on an American Indian rug. As I go down I put my left leg’s cast in front of me quickly, as the guy doesn’t take any special care, in it’s placement.

I’m feeling sick, being carried upside-down, eating filthy meat, my stomach is churning like a dead fish is in there. I look around, the bar is about seven feet long with a brass foot rail. I’m placed right near the piano on the carpeted floor. I see all the holiday desert cakes and rich looking chocolate cookies, placed on silver platters, high up on the bar. People are moving past me, and quickly stepping over me, in a rush to get at the food, and the after dinner drinks.

“People! People! Please can I have your attention!” “We have one more special treat for you to enjoy” – Bonnie

The two men then bring in what looks like a wooden “X” type frame.
“Oh Shit” “X marks my spot.”

They place it along the straight side of the baby grand a “Steinway Piano”!
The pianist is sitting at the far end and the curvy side is to the room.
I’m going to be killed for sure now!

“Bring him over here and secure him to the frame.” -- Bonnie

The guy that carried me before, just drags me by my good leg over to the wooden frame. My leg cast is safely under the piano, but the rest of me is exposed out in the open and tied with down now with the same type of leather straps, as used on me before, with the backboard. My two arms and two legs are fastened to each end of the “X”

I feel like a frog on a High School dissection table. I’m face up, hands and arms tied firmly and upturned and outstretched. I can’t brace myself, or mentally defend myself in this position. I’m doomed!

“Just treat him like your rug! He’s here for your enjoyment!”
“OK people it’s party time!” “Make some noise!” -– Bonnie

I’m situated in between the bar and the piano. In like a “V” area. I’m going to get stomped into paste. I sight along my right arm, it’s in the wide path between the piano and the bar. Here comes the people! I hold my hand flat open, I don’t want my knuckles smashed if my hand is closed, under someone’s heel or shoe sole. This is all I can do! I’m going to die now!

“Watch This!” I hear from above me.

Some woman I don’t know is placing her black four inch spike heel, into the palm of my right hand and is slowly moving her tan bodies full weight to bear down on it. Sweat is beading up on my forehead, as her heel drills into my hand!
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh” I try and keep quite.

While I concentrating on this a two young women quickly step up to the side of the piano, and look down on me. One of them then steps up on my belly. Her two sliver dress shoes, sink into my gut, while her female friend, stomps down crushing my one good leg with her black tall thin scalloped heel boots.

“Play Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire, please!” The young woman then smiles down at me, Ms. Sliver heels, as she steps to the side with her right 3 inch heel angled on my balls. I scream inside my mind, and try to ride out the pain.

My hand is being speared again! I quickly turn my head to the right to see, the woman with the black heels, is again angling her heel in my hand as she sips Champaign. She casualy is talking to her girl friend. Her friend, by the bar is just standing, still with hard looking riding boots.

Come let’s listen!’ -- Ms. Black heels.

“I struggle to keep my head lifted so I can see.”

Ms Black heels, walks forward, bringing her other foot across my outstretched arm to stand next to my chest. My hand is released from under her heel, while
Ms. Riding boots, moves closer to me.

“Bring you drink” “Set it down on the piano top!”

They both step-up onto me at the same time! “AAAAHHHHHAAA”

Ms. black high heels on my chest, her two size eight spike heel shoes, crushing the life out of me, while ms. riding boots, jockeys for room with just one hard leather sole nestled between Ms. Silver heels and Ms. black heels.

“Could you move over a little?” -- Ms. Riding boots asks Ms. Silver Heels.

Four people now standing on me!

I’m struggling for air. I then feel a light kick in the face, more like a tap.

“Do you want a pillow for your head? -- Jenny
“I’ll get you a nice big pillow, wait here!

“Like I’m going anywhere!” Jenny returns and then tenderly lifts my head, and places a large silk pillow under my head. My chin is touching my chest, my head is propped up too much!

“I see that’s good for you! Right! And remember not a sound or we’ll have to gag you again!” -- Jenny

Now I’m a little more uncomfortable than before if that’s possible. But at least I can see what’s going on. I’ll have a good view of my impending death!

“Wait right there, I’ll get a drink and join you! -- Jenny

Oh Shit! It’s getting worse! “AAAhhhhaaaah”

The other woman on my leg with her scalloped heel boots, moves one of her heels, sideways and nerve splitting pain, grinds deep in into my once again cramping leg. Ms. Silver heels has another song request!

“Play I’m dreaming of a white Christmas” As the song begins she re-steps her heel into my gut, while her right heel, bears her full weight into my nuts. I clamp my eye’s shut in pain and see dizzy speckles of blinding white pain.

“I see your enjoying the music” “Turn your face to the left” – Jenny

I quickly turn my face as instructed. I know what’s coming! A cold sole is firmly applied to my cheek. I can’t tell which shoe she’s using on me. But I don’t have long to can guess. Needle sharp cold pain, digs into my ear lobe, as my face is mashed down into the thick pillow. Another heel and shoe arch joins on the side of my neck, strangling me. Jenny has her nasty right heel digging into my ear.

I’m hearing everything muffled, is this because of my ear, or am I being crushed to death. I struggle to stay on this side of existence. I can’t breath too well, the pillow is cutting off my air. My chest is being ground up, by the constant moving of feet, but they don’t leave, they just re-step in place.

I have five people standing fully on me now! I hear muffled talking behind me!
My arm gets kicked, and a cold stomp, but small shoe, continues to bear down on my out stretched arm. Someone else is just standing on my arm. Then I hear a sweet woman’s voice behind my head.

“Please Play Jingle Bells” Bells are ringing in my head already, Jenny is still perched up on the side of my face!

“Jingle Bells!” “Jingle Bells” “Jingle All The Way!”

The feet on me are bouncing to the tune of Jingle all the way, verse.

Jenny is tapping her jagged heel into my head on each verse.

“Oh What fun it is to ride on a one-horse open slay!”

Everyone is tapping one heel or toe on me! More people crowd around me now! Someone is twisting my fingers sideways with their ribbed boot sole. The two women on my chest, are bouncing on me in rhythm to the song. Someone else kicks into the side of my chest. The boot twisting my fingers, is replace with a thick heel mashing my fingers to the floor. Jenny re-steps and digs her left heel into my jaw, while her cold sole smashes against my lips.

“Hey! Play deck the Halls”

A request comes at the far end, at the same time, the woman with those thin but wide scalloped heel boots, goes off my legs, and another woman’s pair spike heels clamp onto my good right leg! One heel lands, then another, followed by another dual set jump on my ankle, almost as one. I’ve lost count. There must be six women on me. Plus at least two women standing close behind me.

“How are you dowing down there?” “This is so great, such a great evening”
-- Jenny

Jenny twists her left shoe on my jaw, as her un-damaged heel flicks several times in my ear. Her right shoes nasty naked metal heel bears her full weight and is digging into my skull.

I can’t breath, the pillow is so puffed up around my face, its pressing against my nose, as my head is forced into it on a sideways tilt under Jenny’s weight.

At the same time my nuts try to swim for safety, Ms Silver heels gets off my crotch. Then the woman with the riding boots places both of her hard heels across my sausage, which quickly goes limp, under the rock hard flat heel mashing pressure.

“People your not drinking, and the bar is wide open!” -- Bonnie

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 13

“SLAM”

Some guy just kicked into my shoulder with his boot, as he forced his way through the crowd to get to the bar. My right wrist is under some woman’s hard platform sole. Uhh! Another woman’s boot heel just smashed my fingers.

“Eeeooowww”

Jenny is still standing on my face, as my screams are muffled by the pillow! Four horrible spike heels continue to slice and twist on my leg. I have no air in my chest. I have no chest, under Ms. black heels size eight’s solid standing, heels nailed on my chest. I Just a feel warm all over and hear a slow whooshing sound in my head, I think it’s my heart, its slowly growing fainter!

“Hey did you play ‘Silent Night’?” I hear a woman speak in muffled tones above me. Several people are moving on me at once. Their just turning sharply around to asking the bartender for more drinks. Jenny teeters on my face, as my body is twisted harshly by the sudden movement of the other women’s feet on me. The bar is getting crowed with so many more people pushing their way through.

“AAAAHHhhhhhumff!”

I scream again into the pillow as I’m being slowly crushed alive.

The piano plays ‘Silent Night’, as a chorus of angelic voices sing out! I feel the music through the many sexy heels stabbing into me. Jenny steps off my face and neck. It burns, as my mashed out skin gets re-acquainted with my blood supply. I can suddenly turn my stiff head a get a fresh scent of sweet air, from my crushed in lungs. Even though I’m being flattened like a bug, in a strange way I feel part of the party, I feel all Christmassy with the singing of the familiar songs of my childhood.

All I see is tan legs, silver and black dress bottoms. The air smells of shoe leather, perfume, food and cigarette smoke. The piano keeps playing silent night, I look across my chest in slow motion, I see so many legs and shoe tops, but just warm massive pressure, no one single heel I can pick out from the pain. I look to the side of me, Jenny is gone. My vision is blurry, the room sounds are in echoes. I then hear a familiar woman’s voice above. I look up!

“What kind of hostess I’m I!”
“I didn’t spend any time with my special quest”
“I want to know you so much better!” -- Bonnie

“I spent some time with him, I didn’t want him to feel alone” – Jenny

Bonnie then steps around to the right side of me.

Well get these people off of me and we can talk! I whisper out!

Bonnie smiles down at me. “That’s not quite what I had in mind”

Bonnie steps closer to the side of my face, and suddenly flips off both of her high heel shoes, one goes under the piano, then with her other naked foot flips her shoe, on my face, so the damp throat of the shoe over my nose. The shoe smells sweaty and dank. Bonnie then steps up and places one foot lightly on my mouth. I clench my mouth solid shut and then Bonnie pounces down and with her other foot lands full on my forehead. My head smashes back into the pillow, hitting the solid bottom. “Aaaaaaumff”

“This is a great view” “I can see all my guests from up here!”
“I’m a head taller than everyone” Ha ha! -- Bonnie

“Yeah! I’m thinking, my head! Ms. silver heels takes this time to spear my balls again, while someone else is trying to mount my body, putting all her weight on one nasty heel.

My fingers get again crushed by thick flat heel that stay’s put. Someone has found my left hand on the other side of the piano. Their smashing it under two solid heavy soled shoes parked together on it.

Bonnie places her left naked bony heel on my eyes, and then she re-steps with her right foot and stands on her upside-down shoe, now with it’s thin sides cutting into my face, as I smell its sweaty stench. Ms. black heels, pivots her one heel digging into my chest bone. I scream out like a jet engine.

Quickly Bonnie stamps her right foot’s arch over my mouth, almost breaking my jaw in the process. “Ahhhhhummff”

“Be quiet or I’ll stay up here on you the whole night”
“I might just do that anyway!” -- Bonnie

I whimper to myself in silence, as I struggle to keep my face straight up. Bonnie’s left fleshy heel, smashes back on my forehead, as her right sweaty foot bears her weight over my mouth.

“Jenny be a dear and get me some more wine!” Bonnie then, a little unsteady, from her continuations drinking turns and puts the foot that on my forehead length wise across my whole face, kicking her lose shoe off my nose. Her other foot now dangles in space.
I feels like my brains are squishing out of my ears. With her right foot’s heel Bonnie now rest’s it on my Adams apple just lightly.

“I see your enjoying Peter! You know he’s not fully recovered, but I see that’s not stopping you!” – Dr. Jill

“Well it’s “MY” party isn’t it?” -- Bonnie

“Well in that case I want to play with him too” -- Dr. Jill

The pianist stop’s playing to take a fifteen minute break. With that, the women on my leg finally get off, including Ms. Silver heels! I think my penis is leaking again, thanks to her! It’s feels so swollen and inflamed. The lady with the thin scalloped boot heels, twists her boots heels on my leg skin, it feels like she’s tearing my skin out as her heels, un-root themselves from my leg bone.

“I’m in excruciating agony again, for a change” I just concentrate on balancing Bonnie’s weight on my face, her soft feet, and fleshy toes, which I’m starting to enjoy her foots sweaty smell.

“Margo could you move down, I want to talk to Bonnie” --- Dr. Jill

“That’s OK I want to go an get some fresh air.” -- Margo

Ms. black heels, Margo, finally gets off, scraping one of her heels, down the side of my chest. “Awwooeww” A lasting gift, to a submissive floor. Dr Jill then steps up on me, giving me no release. “Ummmmfffff”

“I have to work off some of these pounds!” Dinner was too good” Ha Ha -- Bonnie

Bonnie starts bouncing on my face, by flexing her strong muscular tan leg.

“I start whimpering again.” “My face is numb, I have a throbbing migraine headache, nerve splitting pain, and lightning flashes every time she bounces down on me.

“Quiet” “Take it like a man.”
“Jill! Lets show him what pain really is” -- Bonnie

“Aunt Bonnie here’s your wine” -- Jenny

“Jenny dear, you can join us too! Show Peter what pain really is”
“Cool” – Jenny

Three fiendish ladies move closer together on me at once.

Dr. Jill moves further up my chest stepping slowly her four inch heels, Jenny’s white shoes, both land on my gut. Her right heel, has the nasty exposed metal heel. I have no strength left to clench my body, so I’m just soft putty, waiting for whatever they’ll dish out to me. With just them standing on me I start to continuously moan a low moan.

“Hey Margo come want to join us” “Stomp on his hand”

“Smash.”

So I won’t play the piano. Not too bad! Biting pain then reaches me, but I can live with it! Ohhhhh She’s twist the soles of her shoes side to side on my fingers.

“That’s Good!” “Now Ladies lean on the piano and pivot back on your heels!”
“Twist” – Bonnie

“Ahhhhhhhaaaaahhh”

I scream a blood curdling scream. I sob under their strong tan legs.
Beautiful sensual women just killing me for sport!
So sexy strong looking, so wicked!

“Once more Girls! Twist!”

“Pleaseees Plessssses Stoooppp” as I continue to weep, with tears, welling up under Bonnie’s naked foot mashing down, and spread across my face.

Time stop’s still! Dr. Jill’s metal tipped heels, feel like their probing my heart, Jenny’s white heels, her jagged metal heel digs into my penis, while her other heel sinks into my gut. Bonnie slaps playfully my face with her free sole. “Sting”
I just see red, the red light from my crushed eyelids, riding out the waves of pain, hopping to be delivered from this time line.

“We could use him in the gym as the aerobics stepper!” -- Jenny
“I’ll have to work off this dinner somehow!” -- Bonnie

I start to pass out from the absolute pain.

“Don’t you “DARE” fall asleep on me, just when I’m enjoying you!” -- Bonnie

He’s passing out! -- Margo

My head flops to this side, as Bonnie quickly jumps off.

Dam it! Keep standing on him! -- Bonnie

“He’s in for it now! Bonnie is drunk! She’s another person when she’s drunk.”
-- Dr. Jill

Dr. Jill and Jenny stay planted on my body, but Jenny gets off my sausage, and just stands with her two heels buried in my gut. Bonnie bends down and gives my face a several hard stinging slaps!

“SMACK” “SMACK” “SMACK”

I awake suddenly with a chest on fire and gut skewered scurried like shish-kabob.
My neck, a solid radiating ache, rigid and makes cracking sounds if I try and turn it.

“Your not going to escape that easily” -- Bonnie

Bonnie takes her right foot and grinds her naked foot over my mouth, clamping her red toenails to the side of my face, and leans down to speak to me. Her cold brown eye’s drill into me as well.

“You’re Here On My Estate For My Pleasure, And My Friends Pleasure!”
“If You Don’t Work With Us, I Have You Tied Up And Dumped In The Dumpster With The Rest Of The Trash!” “I Was Just Playing With You Before, Now It Will Get Harder!”

“YOU JUST COULDN’T STAY FOCUSED WITH THE PROGRAM, COULD YOU!”

She’s Yelling Now like a crazy lady! “WHERE’S MY OTHER SHOE!” --- Bonnie

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 14

“WHERE’S MY SHOE!” Bonnie Still yelling.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION?

I glance with my eyes, and see her other black high heel that she had flipped under the piano. I but can’t utter a sound! Jill and Jenny are just standing still with their heels crushing the guts out of me.

“You flipped it under the piano when you got over here, remember!” -- Jenny
“Take it easy, lower your voice, you know we have guests”
“There all looking at you”
– Dr.Jill

“IT’S MY HOUSE I CAN YELL IF I WANT TO!”
“WELL GET OFF OF HIM, I NEED ROOM FISH IT OUT”
– Bonnie, still yelling.

Jenny is the first one to remove her heels from my stomach, my skin is puckered up, at fights to hold on to her familiar warm heel shaft. Jenny steps off of me in a backwards step. She removes her left shoe, leaving her right’s jagged nail studded heel to bear her full weight at the side of my belly button. Once her left shoe’s heel, sinks into the bright colored carpet, she removes her right heel from my gut.
My skin surrenders her heel reluctantly, leaving a flesh raw wound, with a slow circle of oozing blood.

“Nice” “Lets see what marks you can leave Jill!” -- Jenny

Dr. Jill follows Jenny in dismounting from me, It seems their taking a little care.
I brace myself as Dr. Jill’s left foot, pull’s away from my chest, her heels did not sink in, but had remained motionless on me, and made a little nest in my chest’s skin. Cold air and searing pain, greats me again, as Dr. Jill’s towering weight is remove from my chest bones. I watch has her red shinny shoe’s metal tipped heels pull up and back, and go down from me. I squint my eyes shut to try and bear the intense pain.

“You only left two red heel marks in his hairy skin!”
“I win the most nasty contest” – Jenny
“You Had The Better Spot, There’s was More To Work With! -- Dr. Jill

Both Jenny and Dr. Jill step further back from me, as Bonnie kicks away her one black heel shoe that was laying at the side of my face.

“I DON’T WANT TO LAND ON THAT AND HURT MYSELF!” – Bonnie

Dr. Jill and Jenny node their heads and smile at each other. I almost know what going to happen next. Bonnie steps a little wobbly to the side of my chest. I look up at her long black dress and down to her bare toes. Suddenly she leaps a little into the air, and comes down, with her knees extended, to land with folded legs across my stomach and chest.

“OFFFFFFOOOOFFF” Sharp crack, a flash, and lights out!

I wake up, with my dinner on my face! A maid is cleaning the rug with
‘Pine Sole” and the hairdresser is wiping me down as well.
My chest is on fire, I taste blood and bile in my mouth.

“Hey guys! He’s awake now.” I hear a familiar female voice, it’s Margo.

“Lets Try That Again Shall We! This Time I’ll Work The Upper Chest, And Not The Gut!” -- Bonnie “Less Messy!”

“Noooooww. Pleessseee Pleessseee” I’m able to whisper out a hoarse response.

“Please! You want more” “I’m happy to comply!”

Bonnie stands next to me again, her ten toes nibbling against my right side. Her black dress flutters as her strong tan legs bounce up, I see her fleshy toes, then her reddened bony knees become visible over me once more, as she quickly descends on my chest.

“THUMP” A white hot flash as if an “Elephant” just stomped me.

“Ha Ha Ha Good One! The lights dim out for a second.

Bonne keels on her bony knees, as they cut into my chest and try’s to rock back to her fleshy reddened toes!

“Ladies help me up!” Jenny and Jill step forward and help Bonnie back up.
I don’t know what planet I’m one, the room is spinning.

“Maybe you should stop, you don’t want to kill him!” -- Dr. Jill

Let’s try that again! “I’m working off dinner!”

Bonnie stands next to me once more, wobbling side to side, still a little drunk, her black dress now wrinkled from her gymnastic activities. I glance to my right side and look at her fleshy toes, dancing up and down with eager anticipation, as a school girl on her first gym tumble exercise.

“Noooww Noooww Pleasesss Don’t”

Her arch gets tight, as her heel closest to my face is raised up, her toes bear her full weight, and then suddenly they are air born. I quickly look up, and see her legs angle forward with her feet thrust straight back, she’s coming down, as her full frontal shiny leg bone crashes into my chest.

“CRACK!” “LIGHTS OUT”

When I awake, it’s a shock to me too. I’m still here! My chest is on fire, my gut has a crushing weight on it, and when I breath it hurts even worse than ever before. I taste blood in my mouth. I just squint my eyes open, to see what’s in store for me next. Bonnie is just sitting on my stomach with her ass to one side, and her long well tanned legs stretched ou,t along side my face.

“Don’t play at being a sleep, I see you! Congratulations! Your back with the living! “I too was Just taking a breather!”
“I see where my black heel is! Don’t move I’ll get it Now!” -- Bonnie

Bonnie then rises her left leg and rest it on my chest so that her foot and toes are pressed firmly into the side of my throat and jaw, she’s almost strangling me.

“Don’t move your face, or I’ll slip off!”

She’s laying sideway across my right tied down leg, and with her right leg does a forward sweeping motion under the piano, kicking her lost heel, out from under the piano.

“I Got It! Not So Bad” “Someone grab That For Me!” “Thanks”
“Thanks Jenny dear, your aunt Bonnie made some scene!” Ha!
-- She’s talking in normal tones again.

“That’s OK Aunt Bonnie, It’s just a party. We all love you!” -- Jenny

“Now Peter! You Love Me!” “I Know You Like My Feet!”
“I Saw You Looking At Them!” -- Bonnie

Bonnie swings her right leg back on my chest and try’s to sit upright on my stomach but can’t. She flops back to the floor, but her two legs rest on my chest. Bonnie’s naked reddened heels rest an inch from my chin, as her wrinkled fleshy soles, lay within smelling distance of my face. Her feet and toes smell of damp leather, and have a slightly yellowish tint. I dare not move a muscle, I don’t want to incite her too any action.

“Let’s help you up! -- Dr. Jill and Margo raise her upright on my gut.

“Ahhummmff” I grown under her shifting weight on me!

“Are you done with Peter, I think you cracked one of his ribs” -- Dr. Jill

“I’m Just starting to enjoy him.” Bonnie smears, her right damp foot over my face, and digs her left foot’s toes over my eyes lids and mashes my nose.

“I hardly got to play with you.” Bonnie then rams her big toe, and some of it’s mates into my mouth, and rests her rounded left heel on the bridge of my nose.

“Eeooowww” “Lick My Toes!”

Her heel on my nose, it’s like an ice pick in my brain! My nose, the splitting pain, my gut is being crushed into my throat, and she’s still killing me, without even half trying.

“Suck on my toes!” “See he likes it, he’s making that whimpering sound, he’s enjoying it so much. Bonnie continues to caress my face with her toes.

“What happened to the music?”
“It’s 3:30AM, most of the guest have left or have gone to their rooms” -- Dr. Jill

“I want to dance” “Get them back here!”
“Peter you want to dance! Don’t you!”
“Say yes like your life depended on it” Ha Ha”

“Lets get her up and to her room.” -- Dr. Jill tells Jenny and Margo

Jenny, Dr. Jill and Margo, then start to step around Bonnie to raise her to her feet. Margo’s black high shoe toe pinches the side of my leg, as she struggles, to raise Bonnie up. Jenny steps forward and digs in with her right heel into my thigh, to gain balance.

Her nasty jagged heel digs into my thigh, I screech with pain once again. Bonnie smiles as she sees pain on my face. Bonnie pulls back her legs, to plant them down on either side of my body, rising herself to a steady standing position, with the help of the three women. Fully standing, Bonnie looks down at me, still supported by the girls, with her feet straddling me.

“I hope you had fun tonight!” “I sure did”
“Take me up to my room girls”
“Make sure you tuck Peter in too.”

Bonnie turns, and stamps down with her left bare foot extra hard on my limp dick, just to say good night! “Eeeeeooowww!” And walks over me. Jenny stamps down with her heel on my gut, as well, smiling, as her body rises up and over me. “Uummmfff”

Bonnie, Jenny, Margo and Dr. Jill leave the living room, and all is quiet, I’m still tied to the “X” frame, in rolling pain, I glance over, at the shoes that Bonnie made so much a fuss over. Her shoes are innocently parked on the other side of the piano, her two upturned soles are aimed right at my face.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 15

I’m one with my companion pain, again. I’m still recovering from Bonnie’s final good night stomp, on my family maker. The dull lingering hurt is just starting to fade into the background with the other sharp and dull aches. I lift my stiff head from the sweat soaked pillow to try and see the damage on my throbbing right leg. I’m shocked to see my leg look’s dark gray, from this angle!

I’m sure it’s not just the dirt from the shoes of women that stood on me most of the evening, its most likely black, blue and blood marks. I dare not move any body part, not even to breath, or move my head, as needles of white hot pain jab at me, in every flinch, and twitch my relaxing muscles make.

My ear’s search out the peoples voices I hear in the background. It’s the estate staff, there cleaning up some of the rooms. I hear movement and bustling, dishes and glasses rattling behind me. Then a off-white ribbed sneaker steps over my outstretched arm, it’s a waitress. I only see her black and white uniform, paints and a white shirt.

“How are you doing this evening Sir!” -- The maid.

Is someone coming to get me and take me back to my room?

“I don’t know anything about that, but I see you got to the party alright”

Do you know what time is it?

“It’s after 4 in the morning Sir.” “You don’t remember me do you, I was the one who gave you breakfast yesterday morning”

Yes I do remember you, but I’m in pain now, please get someone to take me back to my room!

I can’t help you, I’m under strict orders not even to talk to you! They said to treat you like your not even here! In fact let me try this!

“Get back to work Elisabeth, clean up the bar and the piano” -- A man’s voice from across the room.

“Yes I’ll get to it right away!”
“Sorry sir, I’ll need to remove the glasses from the piano”

Elisabeth, then steps forward and plants her left foot’s sharp ribbed sneaker sole on my chest and then quickly transfers all her weight up on me. “Ahhhhhuuuuffff”

Elisabeth then swings her other foot over and steps down with her partial weight on my neck. “Aaaahhhhccchh” I’m choking under her right foot’s dirty work sneaker, as Elisabeth’s solid, but trim body bounces, to the left and right as she clears to piano top. “Turn you head to the side, Sir!”

I turn my head to the right, and Elisabeth promptly steps on the side of my face, with her filthy right sneaker. My face sinks into the bottom of the pillow, and a second weight, her other ribbed, and dirt caked in soles, joins on top. Two warm sneaker soles press my head firmly into the pillow, splitting weight on the side of my face. Her sneakers are grinding on the side of my face, and now are motionless pylons just standing still on me.

“Carl” Can you get me the furniture wax please, from the coffee table.”
“Why can’t you get it yourself! I still have to vacuum this room”
“I want to stay put over here.”

Some heavy foot steps come thumping closer.

“Yes I can see why, just don’t let them catch you! Here’s the wax and a cloth!”

Elisabeth is now bouncing slightly on my face as her body teeters from one side to the next, as she sways, and polishes the piano top. I have such a splitting headache. Her left foot finally steps back on my chest, as nasty biting pain greets my face. I smell the perfume of her body as her foot stirred the air. Her left solid sneaker now rests on my chest again. I’m sorry she stepped off of me. I was getting used to her two warm feet on mashing down my face. She’s not heavy at all, in comparison to the gown women that squashed me earlier tonight.

“That does it! It’s ready for the “Lady’s” next party!”

She pulls off her ribbed sole from the side of my face. “AAAAAHHHhuu”

Nasty bandage pulling pain greets my face as her sneaker treads loose their grip, and she pivots with her other sneaker on my chest, and steps down my body in baby steps onto my balls.

Uck sir! you have ugly swollen balls”
“If I stand on them do you think they’ll shrink!” Ha Ha

She then hops off of me. “Ahhuuufff”

“Why did you do that to me?” Speaking with next to no breath in my crushed lungs.

“Because you where here! Ha No hard feelings, but I wanted to try it out and see why the “LADY” likes stepping on you guys so much.” “It’s Nice feeling of power!”

“You’d be wise to keep my fun with you a secret!”
“The Lady of the house does not take kindly with us playing with her toys”
“Besides you just might need a friend here, the way things are going for you Sir!”
-- Elisabeth

“Ok you have my word I won’t tell her.”

The vacuuming in the background stops, and the workforces leaves the room.

“So what about me? Can you get me some help?”

“I’ll try, but I’m sure they’ll come for you soon! Sir. Toddles!” – Elisabeth.

Then Elisabeth, takes the rest of the bar supplies, a few liquor bottles in a box and steps over my body and leaves.

Again I’m alone with my pain, only now my face and neck have some more welts, given by a new trample convert and a possible friend.

Some more time passes, I continue to listen intently for a hint of any sound.
Maybe someone is coming this way to release me? I hear voices again, there coming from the hallway. I hear one familiar voice, it’s Pamela and some other young woman’s voice. Pamela is the woman with the golden dinner shoes.

“Every One’s gone already! This party was supposed to last till dawn!” -- Pamela
“No Christmas Sprit I guess” -- Young woman.

“Hey they left one of their toys out!” -- Pamela

Oh shit! I know she mean’s me!

“You want to have a go at him?” “I didn’t play with him much, just dinner.” – Young girls voice: “Yah why not” “I’m still not sleepy” – Pamela

I hear hard quick bare foot stepping, muffled solid foot steps crossing over the hard wood floors, and on to thick area carpets coming towards me. One slender blond women and one dark haired, but familiar young but chubby girl appear above me.

“Hi there! I hope you don’t mind but we would like to play with you!”
– Unknown? but slightly familiar voice.
“And if you do mind, well that’s tough!”
“It looks like someone played with you already, your face is all marked up with tread marks.” Ha Ha – Pamela

Then both women drop their shoes to the floor, clap, clump and thump clump, stepping into their party heels, slump, with wobbly footing.

What part of him do you want? -- young girl again.
“I’ll take the head, I had his balls at dinner! – Pamela

Here take a good look!

Pamela hold’s her surprisingly dirty sole of her golden dress shoe over my face.
Her blackened sole, doesn’t look too menacing, after the night that I went though. Then I glace down her shoe and see her metal heel, it looks very sharp, I guess not much street wear, theses party heels are just used on indoor floors.

“Just hold you face straight up, and we’ll get along great” -- Pamela
“I’ll take those swollen balls” “My thick heels will massage them nicely!”

“OK Beth, you get up on him first! I want to watch him squirm!” – Pamela

“Mind If I brush this aside!”

Beth brushes my limp dick across my thigh, and mashes it down under her sole while targeting my right nut under her three inch wide heel.
Up goes her chubby, but solid body’s weight.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh”

Quickly her other tall black shinny heel swings down along side, and grinds into my nuts!

“AAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh” Quite! Don’t make a sound! Play nice!

Beth’s two thick heels both rest on my right ball, as I still lay spread eagle tied to the “X” frame. I whimper in silence to myself.

“Before you come aboard, see if there’s anything to drink!” -- Beth
“There’s still some Vodka over there!”
“Yup! Your in luck! You want Ice?” -- Pamela

“Just a little, I don’t want to drown it out!”
“Here you go” “Enjoy!” – Pamela

Beth twists her heels into me as she turns to get her drink.

“AAAaaaaaaahhhhhaa”

“Oh Peter Look at me!”
“Ready Peter? “That’s your name right?” -- Pamela
“Just grunt a little” Haah! Ha

“Now Lick my sole” -- Pamela

I stare up, as see the silhouette of a high heel sole, descending over my face.
A large tan surprisingly blackened sole! I see Pamela’s toes and foot’s wear patterns, highlighted in the grim of her leather sole. Pamela presses her golden sparkly shoe sideways across my lips.

“Ready” “Now Open”

I open my mouth, as my ball and dick are in numb and searing pain under Beth’s unmerciful sharp heels. I have no strength to resist any more. Whatever vile thing they want of me I’ll do.

“Hey Stop That!” You want to Kill Him!!”

Pamela’s shoe sole, slams down on my face, as she was suddenly surprised.
Pam stumbles and slides her shoe to the floor, as she scrapes my face with her pointy toe. “AAAaaaaaaahhhhhaa”

“HE WENT THROUGH ENOUGH ALREADY TONIGHT!” Yells Jenny

“Where just playing nicely with him”
“Where not stomping or Jumping on him like Aunt Bonnie did”
“Don’t Worry, your boyfriend will be OK” -- Beth

“He’s not my boyfriend!”
“You OK Peter?” -- Jenny smiling a devilish smile.
“The maid said you were still down here and so I came to bring you up.”

I start to say about Beth’s heels on me but “So what are you guys drinking?”
-- Jenny

“The only thing that’s here, Vodka straight up, with some rocks” – Beth

“Get me some too, we can enjoy ourselves and watch the sun come up!”
-- Jenny.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 16

Beth is still standing on my crotch, her two thick sharp black heel tips unmerciful buried in my right nut. I have my eyes closed tight and teeth clenched tight in a loosing effort to block out the deadly nauseating pain. Every time I think I have gained the upper hand in blocking out the pain, Beth re-steps one of her thick heels, and then searing pain becomes fresh again, as a new area of my crotch takes over supporting her full figured chunky body weight.

I hear Jenny in the background, clanking through some bottles at the bar.
Pamela starts rubbing her grimy shoe sole down on my mouth.

“Stick out your tongue” “Clean it!” “I want the bottom clean!”
“Ha Ha ha – Pamela and Beth both laugh!

I open my mouth, and stick out my tongue to start licking, as Beth’s heels stand still for the moment on my dead nut. “Ahhuhh”

Some more laugh’s are heard above me, by my two companions. My spread eagle position is so much torture, I can’t concentrate where to block out the stinging hurt. I try an make my body rigid again to stop the throbbing pain lower down, but I don’t have the strength.

Pamela grinds her golden shoes tan grimy sole, side to side on my flattened tongue, as if it was a mat. “Lick. L I C K I T” “Good Boy!”

Ahooowew! I whimper out, Beth’s heel is taking no prisoners.

Pamela’s shoe sole taste putrid from the dirty floors, and filthy streets.

“So where’re going to stand around here till the sun comes up?” -- Pamela
“You go something better to do!” -- Beth

“We could watch to sun come up in the solarium?” -- Jenny from behind the bar.
“Lick it! again” -- Pamela

Beth’s heels now twist sideways in my crotch. “AAHhhooww”

“Look at him squirm!” – Beth

One shoe lifts up, and comes quickly down mashing my sausage against my belly, with her one heel in my crotch. “AAHhhhoow”

Beth’s total weight is now on my dick and her single tall thick black heel is nailing my crotch. Beth places her other shoe on top of her own foot, grinding her total weight into me, as she balances on me, with just two fingers on the side of the piano.

“Hey guy’s look at his face, he’s soo red.”
“Did you ever see anybody this red?” -- Beth

“Yeah! There a couch in the solarium and some blankets in the closet.” -- Jenny
“But what about him, we can’t get this frame thingy in there?” -- Pamela

“Hey guy’s! “We’ll untie him and drag him into the room” – Beth
“Drag him!?” “I brought up from the basement granny’s old wheel chair,
I’m surprised Aunt Bonnie didn’t think of it. It’s perfect for him” -- Jenny

“Well then lets move him, he can be our cozy foot warmer.” -- Beth
“Well! He’s certainly not a good shoe cleaner” -- Pamela.

Beth flexes her knee and thrust her total weight down against my crotch and dick.
“Mumaaahhh” I moan into Pamela’s shoe sole mashed sternly over my mouth.

“Nice one” “You were saying something about his face? -- Pamela
“You like that” “Ha hah!” – Beth
“Yea!” -- Pamela
“I’ll pump and you can grind him” -- Beth

Beth again bends her leg and thrusts down her solid weight against my burning crotch, as her lone thick heel sinks further into my nuts once more. My deadened dick and balls, make me squirm with agony again. I suffer almost in delirium under Pamela’s solid foot jammed over my mouth. Pamela’s shoe creaks as her leather sole bears down on my tongue and jaw. Pam’s arched leg gets straight as she brings her full weight up on my mouth. My poor tongue is mashed into my teeth, as Pamela other airborne pointy shoe’s toe, kicks repeatedly into the side of my face.

“Eeemooww” I’m whimpering, as tears run down my cheeks.

I try and pull my tongue out from under her twisting sole. I choke on the grime and ‘carpet fibers’ (I hope) I’m forced to ingest as flowing saliva collects in my mouth. I feel my teeth staring to buckle, as her total weight is mashing down on my unprotected jaw.

“AHHHHhhh” I scream out for all it’s worth from under her dank shoe bottom! Hah hah! Beth laughs at my screams.

“Twist into him again!” -- Beth
“Jesus! Keep him quiet, do you want to bring everyone down here?” -- Jenny
“Your no fun at all” -- Pamela
“Well then! Get off of him!”
“Jill said he has a busted rib, and he’s still recuperating” – Jenny

Beth then just angles back on her ankle, with her other shoe still on top of her own foot. Beth looks at me steely eyed while her shoes sharp heel is wedged in my crotch. Pamela’s golden shoe is sliding off my mouth. My bloodied dirt stained tongue is free again as Beth’s ball crushing heel is now my only focus. I moan again as waves of pain from my penis flow up my body. I moan louder and cry.

“You’d be better off if you don’t make a sound! -- Pamela
Were going easy on you as your girl friend Jenny asked us too.

“Ha Ha ha” --- Beth, Pamela

OK guys I have some drinks ready and we should get him setup in the sun room.

Jenny then comes from around the bar. This is the first time I can clearly see her since the party. She has changed into some denim shorts and a gray cotton sweat- shirt with a cute hood. Her long skinny legs are bare, and she’s has sneaker like clogs on her size 7 feet.

“Girls!” “Come on now get off of him!” “We need to move him” – Jenny

“Eumfff” I grunt with scorching pain as my crotch finally gets relief from under Beth’s lone three quarter inch sharp wide heel. My face is wet with tears, as I try and regain my composure. Beth and Pamela step back from my body.

“Aren’t you guy’s going to help me untie him” – Jenny
“He’s your boyfriend, you do it!” -- Beth
“I told you he’s not my boyfriend” “He’s too old” – Jenny

Jenny squats down by my feet, but looks towards me and smiles, as she unbuckles my right ankle from the “X” frame. Jenny then leans under the piano, still facing me and un-straps the leg cast. My both legs are now free! I start to think what if I kick those bitch’s with my legs, and get the answer in my head, They’ll probably stomp me to death!

“OK your free down here!” Jenny smiles a cute sexy smile at me.
“Come on Pam help me!” “Un-tie his hands!” -- Jenny
“Your doing such a good job don’t stop” – Pamela laughing

Jenny gets up from her squat, and walks along my right side, I look down and her approaching sneaker clogs, her canvas sneakers are old and yellow, while her tan legs and exposed pink heels are fresh and robust. My little general, even with all the torture he has endured tonight, start’s to spring to attention.

“Eeuuww” “Look at that!” “He’s Still hot for you Jenny” -- Beth

Jenny then squats down by my right arm, her silver colored nails, and slender fingers, nimbly unbuckle my right arm strap. A couple of pulls and my hand for the first time tonight is free. What do I do next? I pat Jenny on the leg.
“Thank you, Jenny”, as I flex my arm to try and get some feeling back into the almost dead hand. Jenny just smiles at me, and then gets up, her two small sneaker shoes quickly move from my view, in back of my head, to the other side of the piano, to unbuckle my left hand.

“Thanks Guys” for all your help! -- Jenny
“Your’ So Welcome!” – Beth And Pamela
“Do you think you can get into a wheelchair for me?” – Jenny
“I’ll try” “But can you take me to my room” -- Me

“I promise after we see the sunrise, I take you there myself and tuck you in!
You can spend the whole next day in bed” – Jenny

“O.K. I’ll try for you.” – Me.

Jenny jog’s to the hallway, and brings back an old green wheelchair.
She park’s it right by my right side and locks the wheels with a snap.

“OK I’m ready for you!” -- Jenny

I raise up my head and chest, but the room gets dizzy and tilts and turns black. When I open my eyes again, I’m laying next to a couch on my left side. Above me there’s three pairs of legs stretched over me, propped up on a glass and chrome coffee table.

“He’s up!” -- Beth
“About Time!” Pamela
“Do you notice all he does is sleep!” -- Beth
“Well he’s still recuperating”
“It’s a tough life on the streets” -- Jenny

It’s no bed of roses here either I think to myself.

OK get out the blanket girls, while I slip off my shoes. --- Jenny

Beth flings a big fluffy comforter across all three girls, as they lower their feet down on me. My dear sweet Jenny then plants her two bare sneaker smelling feet right on my face. Jenny’s left ach is nestled across my mouth and her right sweaty foot rests over my eyes. So much for seeing what’s going to happen next. Beth then stomps down her one bare heel on my crotch! I want to jerk up, but I’m held down my Jenny’s leg weight. Beth’s nimble toes grasp on my hardening penis, as Pamela's smashes her two legs into my stomach.

“Uuummff” Pamela flips the comforter over all the girls legs, and my body is covered in cotton darkness with only bare naked legs, heels and toes to spend my night with. It starts to smell of foot sweat, and alcohol, as the girls, grind their feet on me, as they party above.

“Hey Peter” “Did you want to see the sunrise?” --- Beth

Jenny clamps her two feet together, mashing her toes across my nose and lips, while Beth’ s sharp toe nails dig at my crotch and penis.

“Where’s my heels’ -- Pamela
“You don’t need shoes now? – Jenny
“Want the rest my feet on the shoes and have my heels dig into Pete’s skin, something extra for Pete to enjoy! -- Pamela

Pam moves her legs off of me and then her sharp spike heels land on my gut!

Her sharp heels stinging pain slowly fade into the background of hurt, as Beth continues to pull at my balls with her toe nails, with Jenny cutting off my oxygen supply with her sweaty toes. All is black around me, as I drift off to sleep, I might even wake up in the morning, It will be fun to see.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 17

I’m suddenly jarred awake, with knife like pains in my belly!
My head is being mashed in and I have a dull splitting migraine headache.
I feel so sick, with aches and pains, I remember I’m still under the girls thick cotton comforter. The blanket is so warm and soft I nearly forgot where I was.

Pamela has repositioned one of her golden shoes to angle her spike heel sideways against the side of my belly button. I don’t feel her other heel! The pain is awful, I can’t bear it! I must do something quickly to get her nasty heavy heel off me.

I now remember, all the girls feet are all on me. Dare I move? Jenny has her right foot’s bare bony heel resting solidly on my forehead, while the fleshy arch of her left foot is wedged firmly over my nose, and smashing down my mouth.
I don’t hear the girls talking at all. Could they be asleep!

Beth has one heavy pudgy foot resting flat on my crotch, while her other foot’s toes are still griping the loose skin of my deflated penis, as if it was a rope.
I must get Pam’s heel off me now! I try to move my stiff arms and hands, through my struggle, I smell Jenny’s sweaty feet plastered on my full face.

Oh! I start to get hard. We don’t want that now! Beth might feel the movement under her toes! But I can’t help it, Jenny’s feet smells of sickly sweet rubber scent. This must be from her old sneakers, and from her evening dress shoes!
Her leather foot scent is diving me so hot. I just try and ride out my erection.
I must think of something else!

Concentrate on the pain in your gut! It’s not working, I constantly think of Pam’s well shaped sexy tan legs, and her sparkling golden three inch heels digging into me! Stop that! My shaft is still getting harder and now much faster!

Beth suddenly moves her left foot, her bare heel digs into my left testicle.
I feel nauseated from the throbbing pain. I’m being slow-motioned kicked in the one ball and her weighty foot as it just rests there, she’s not moving it at all. Well that did it, my guy is finally deflating. If I shift my body, maybe Beth’s foot will move away off my nut. I slowly try and shift my pelvis, to the left.
No Go! I’m stopped by the solid leather sofa!

Damm! Ohhhh! I moan to myself in silence.

My efforts are rewarded with me getting another strong whiff of Jenny’s feet, she moves her one foot now, as it mashes firmly on my nose. Here I go again, I start to get hard once more. As I breath and smell Jenny’s foot, my belly reminds me of Pam’s metal tipped spike heel still tunneling into me from above.

If Pam were awake she would have moved her foot by now, if only to see me squirm with more pain, but they all seem to be asleep. Is it daytime Yet?

Ok! Ok! I say to myself. Moving is not working, how about I reach down and slowly her foot off my gut. My hands are free! Just move very slowly, and I hope the girls won’t notice anything!

I’ll try and move my left arm, down to my side! But it’s stuck! What! They wedged it under the sofa, the sofa with all their weight is pressing it’s frame over the top of my left arm. I’m nailed, so to speak, to the carpeted floor.

I have no maneuvering room, to move back and pull my arm out from under the couch! Sh*t!

How about my right hand. I’m in luck it’s free! I snake my hand down, past the folds in the blanket. There’s an opening under the coffee table.

Good! I’m getting fresh air through there!

This is like a game of submarine, stay under the covers and you won’t be seen!
I hope! With all this effort I’m making, I’m breathing harder again. As I move around more, Jenny moves her right foot to one side of my face and rests her right heel on my forhead, and press’s her left foot toes into my nose.

Oh OH! I’m inhaling Jenny’s sexy foot scent once more!

Just knowing, her fresh young toes are wedged strongly on my nose, and her fleshy heel is on my forehead is driving me hot all over again. Both of Beth’s feet are resting warmly on my dick, most comforting feeling to my guy, but he’s getting hard again.

Stop it! They’ll start to kill me again just for sport if they wake up! Stop it! Concentrate on the problem at hand. Pam’s heel, is slowly slicing me in two.

O.K! O.K!

I move my right hand and slowly feel around by my stomach. There! I feel the tip of Pam’s left shoes toe! It’s buried deep into my belly! Now I snake my hand along the side of her shoe. I can only feel the top edge of her shoe! She has the rest of it sunk deep in my gut! The whole shoe is buried up to her ankle!

How am I going to lift that up without her noticing a big movement!
I feel above her foot and yes I found her other sharp heeled shoe resting across her own ankle. Pam’s two legs focused only on her slim three inch heel, is nailed into me.

I lightly trace the outline of Pamela’s shoe that’s resting across her own ankle.
I very lightly feel sides of her leather sole, I feel along the arch of her shoe, and trace my fingers down to her narrowing heel! My God! It’s a small 1/4 inch almost round diameter heel.

I find the bottom of her metal tipped heel, and rub my fingers over it.
Oh my! There are some rough metal shards on the edges of the rounded sides.
Pam’s mate to this heel is now doing exploratory surgery in my intestine!

I’ll suck in my belly, maybe it will give me some room to slide my fingers under her warm shoes arch, and lift her feet and legs slowly up. Aaahhh! With my moving around, Jenny’s bony heel slides down on my eyeball.

I see sparkling lights, in the total darkness. I twist my head ever so slowly to the left ease off her fleshy heel from my tender eye. I still want to enjoy her sexy toes squeezed firmly on my mouth, I don’t want to loose that! Well at least I can enjoy what I want for a change. My head turning seems to have fixed the eye problem, Jenny’s foot is now heavily wedged, but resting comfortably on my eyebrow.

OK! Ok! back to my work at hand, I suck in my stomach, and try and slip a few fingers under the arch of Pam’s right high heel.

Good!

Now push just one finger under her heel, so I’ll be able to stop her from puncturing me.

Lift and slide! Emuff! Great!

I got my pinky under her heel, while the rest of my hand is slowly lifting Pam’s shoe off my tender belly button.

Slap! and Thump!
My head spins!

Jenny has changed her position on me! She is now laying sideways above me.
Jenny has wedged her left foot sideways across my throat and slammed her toes mashing heavily down on my mouth. Her right foot is forcefully smashed on top of my face, by twisting it in a taut position, between them.

I can’t breath. I’m being smothered and strangled at the same time.

I drop Pam’s legs back into my stomach from the shock. Jenny must be laying on her side on the sofa. She has her legs mashed down with more of her weight on my face and neck. Her sweet toes, and fleshy foot arch are smothering me as they smash tightly lengthwise across my face.

Dropping Pam’s legs suddenly have made Pam, flex her feet unconsciously, she’s flexing her feet in her sleep. Pam yanks her one foot off her other leg.

Well! Relief!

But she starts to press both heels down sternly on my stomach as in a stretching exercise.

“Oeeeww” I say to myself under Jenny’s squashing feet. Pam is just as a cat, stretching from in a cozy nap. Pam then scraps her left shoes sharp heel backwards against my belly!

The left foot slides deep, while she brings her right shoe’s toe, to wedge off her shoe. Her left foot now free, she just rest’s her naked foot on top of the sideways angled shoe, as her heel is still partially stuck sideways in me. I lay frozen still as I pray she does not wake!

I hear her grunting in her sleep above, as her right shoe just stamps down firmly! Pam rams her golden heel to my side, as she settles back to dreamland.

Her right foot’s slender heel is pinching my skin to the carped floor, as her foot settles back to clamp on my sore rib crack chest. “Aaaahhhh”
I moan softly to myself.

All this happens in a few fleeting seconds as Jenny’s feet continue to move about on my face and wrap nose and mouth in a firm almost full weight embrace of toes. Dear sweet Jenny is unknowingly smothering me, between her two feet’s arches . I’m being killed now worse than before.

I dare not breath to deep, every breath makes Pam’s heeled shoe, bunch against my chest spearing me. But I have to breath, Jenny is smothering me with both her feet clamped flat footed on me. I try and move Pam’s sideways laying shoe out from under Pam’s clamped down foot, at least I wont be speared by it anymore. .

I hear distant voices coming from the next room! I freeze in my struggle to move Pam’s heel out of me. I don’t want them to know I’m awake.

“Look at them” -- Margo
“They must have wanted to stay up and watch the sunrise” -- Jill
“Well they missed it” “Should we wake them?” -- Margo
“No! They look so peaceful” -- Jill
“Like little angles” -- Margo
“Let them rest, it’s only about 11:30” -- Jill

Yes! Poor dears! Let them rest! They all worked so hard!

I continue suffer below them, trying to balance breathing, with the pain of Pam’s spike heel “shiving” me in the belly at each breath I take.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 18

“Mr. Savin the quarterly financial reports are due now!”
“What have you been doing this last month,” My boss Jennifer Thomson asks?

I don’t know, funny I can’t remember that far back, it’s so not here, as I look up nervously from my cluttered desk.

“This won’t do! “This is most unacceptable!”

Ms. Thomson’s say’s sneering, as she looks at me, while seated comfortably in front of my desk, in my own office.

“I’ll have that report from you in the next 15 minutes!
“Get it by then, or you’ll be fired.”
“Don’t forget it needs to be copied, collated and bound!
“That’s all Fifteen copies for the board and chairman.”

I watch feeling most intimidated, as Ms. Thomson, sits back, with her tan slinky legs crossed one over the other. Her cream colored leather high heel shoe is stabbing the thick pile carpet, while her other long leg flexes, her shapely high heel shoe by her ankle.

I quickly panic as I look down at my paper strewn desk in an attempt to find the report, that I knew nothing about being due.

I look back at Ms. Thomson to see any hit of compassion in her stern face.
I see none, as her shiny three inch heeled shoe, with it’s gray sole, flexes up and down, in inpatient waiting. I see sand stuck to her hard sole, from Ms Thomson’s firm dominant foot’s last victims on the office floor.

“You got to step on it”. “Step on it!” I hear her say, and I search my desk and filing cabinets to the side of me, franticly looking for the lost report.

Lightning pain hit’s my head hard.

“Ha Ha Step on him, “Step on him”, Mr. sleepily head! Margo Say’s

I hear two woman’s muffled voices above me as the warm cotton comforter is flipped off the sleeping girls. Jenny, Pam and Beth coil in the strong sunlight on the warm sofa.

Blinding red hot light blasts into my face, Jenny’s hot soles and arches are still wrapped firmly around my face. Jenny must feel so comfy and superior now.

It must be a wonderful feeling, so pleasurable, with her foot soles wrapped around my warm round face, in this cool room. I am nothing more to her, than the couch she now blissfully sleeps on.

But Breathing is so hard for me, as I awake from my dream into my nightmare.

As I labor, sucking air between Jenny’s clamped sweaty arches, and solid heavy legs, smashing down on my face, a quick thought, how I’m really enjoying this in my own reached pain filled way.

A young woman is smearing my face, with her smelly feet and all I have to do is not protest it too much. I now consciously breath in deep and try to get as much of her foot stink as possible. But alas I have been under her feet too long and In fact I don’t smell anything, but thick hot air sucked between her damp arches!

My left arm is so numb, and it’s still wedged under the massive sofa with all the women sleeping blissfully on it. How long is this torture going to continue. It must be noon by now. Quick thoughts like theses fly though my mind. But I love Jenny’s young feet pressed hard on my face. My general starts to spring to life again, but sharp pain from above, puts a nasty spasm on his risings. I dread my guy’s final full position.

Pam’s sideways laying gold high heel shoe’s, spike heel is sticking out over my sausage’s nested position, and as my fifth member swings to attention, Pam’s sharp heel, cuts into my tip, with razor like pain, that I can’t get my mind around. I must get my general, out of harms way. I snake my right hand, over my stomach, and feel start to feel around. I do this as I still concentrate on breathing from under jenny’s solid hot anchored feet wedged on my face. I reach Pam’s rhinestone studded shoe, and trace her sideways laying shoe from it’s high arch.

I must breath again now.

I find her arch and feel little along her narrowing heel buried deeper in my stomach skin. I then reach her heel tip, as It’s exposed over my crotch. The tip of my penis is bent sideways, and wedged against her sharp metal tip.

Ahhh !

Relief as I depress my guy, and swing him away. I squeezes off another breath under Jenny’s clamed arches.

“Margo Kick him in his head again!” “Kick the lump again!”

“Thump” -- Lightning pain again, as I shudder is spasm. My movements start to wake the girls.

Beth is the first to wake as she grinds her pudgy feet against my cast covered busted leg. The cast twists slightly and mind numbing pain shoots through my leg. The cast must be cracked from the night before. I sure hope Dr. Jill, will be kind enough to fix it.

Pam starts to stretch her legs from the awkward, cramped position they were in.
Sofa and coffee table and me on the floor. No where to stretch out and sleep naturally. Pam’s tender soft feet press down against her hard sharp shoes, laying sideways on my stomach, forcing her unguided heels into my pocked marked and heeled stabbed skin for the umpteenth time.

“Kick his head again, I want Jenny to wake up as well.”

Thump, Ahhh! A hard crack on the top of my head. I shudder again.

For the life of me, I can’t focus on who’s giving the orders, to wake them up.

Beth stomps down on my two legs and out of the room, to the left. Pam starts sanding up with her toes dinging into my belly, then and falls back down to the sofa. Still groggy from the night before.

“Jenny dear please wake up!” “You’ll miss the late lunch buffet, you already missed the 11 o’clock breakfast! “I can’t have you sleep through the whole day!”

“No leave me alone” Jenny moans out! “My head I feel sick.”

“I had too much to drink too, but it’s time to get up!” Yes that’s aunt Bonnie

Jenny peels her sticky feet from my damp face, I start to see, her foot from groggy eyes. “Come hold on to my hands and get up, place your feet on his chest and stand up!” “You too Pam, you need to get up.”

“Margo please help”, hold out your hands and grab Jenny, while the maid helps Pam. “What’s you name dear?” “Elisabeth, Mrs. To”
“Stop! No names, remember! -- Bonnie

“On the count of three well all pull up, and stand! Yes! -- Bonnie

I can’t reach the other woman! -- Elisabeth say’s

It’s OK to stand on Pete, he won’t mind, will he?

Bonnie say’s looking down at me, and tapes my head with her Keds sneaker toe.
Is that OK with you. A grunt will do.

OK I say, they’ll do it anyway.

Ahhh I moan as Elisabeth places her grimy work sneaker on my naked sore chest.

OK Now every one ready!

“One! “Two! “Three! Bonnie counts

Three women rise with rigid legs. Their crushing the guts out of me, standing on my chest. I can’t breath. I blank out once more.

“Mr. Savin your homework report is due now!” Bring it here to me at the front of the class. You know the punishment for being tardy. My teacher, Miss. Thomson, digs her black tall high heels into the old hardwood floor.

Bring you Report! Now!

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 19

I’m startled awake by clanging of metal food trays and bright sunlight is streaming into my eyes as I see I’m in a new room. My head is flat down on a cold hardwood floor. I’m very uncomfortable in this position. I had hoped to wake up in my bed, as Jenny had promised so many times last night, that I’m now so pissed! I try and look around, as my stomach growls. I hear clanking of dishes and glassware, echoed sounds are vibrating on the room’s bare hard wood floor.

“Were ready for the brunch.” Yells one of the servants, right above my head.

I hear the hollow sounds of heels, clacking closer towards me. The shuffling sounds of hard leather soles on wood flooring. My eyes, my bleary eyes, its all very hard to see in this glare of light. I look to the left side of me and I’m next to a long mahogany sideboard. I can’t move my arms or legs, to get up. I’m shacked somehow to the floor with my arms held down along side my body. I smell strong people scents, mixed in with cooked food smells.

“Hey Margo this looks first-class, I didn’t think I would be hungry after last night’s food orgy.”

Eumffff! Someone is stepping up on my belly, as another foot lands on my penis. My eyes are snapped wide open to the sudden warm crushing pain moving to mash down my swollen penis. One then another sneaker sole almost at once pounce down, and stomps playfully about on me, mashing me down again and again under someone’s solid and playful bouncing footing.

“They have eggs, bacon and sausage over here.”
“I think I’m standing on some sausage too!”

Let’s see what they have here! Ms. sneaker foot, steps forward again on my chest, squeezing all the air out of my lungs. Clanging of serving tray’s is heard above me and to the side of me. All I see is blue jeaned legs rising up from my chest.

I smell the fresh scent of new leather. My head is then forcefully pressed to the right side by another shoe's toe and then tightly compressed by a full sole to the well waxed wood floor as one then another hard flat smooth soles rests across my jaw and neck. The leather smell is very strong now. Suddenly two edges of a woman’s sharp narrow heel digs painfully into the side of my scalp as a new tormentor repositions her two cold smooth soles mashing and squeezing my jaw flat down to the floor. Brand new shoes I’m guessing, with flat heels.

“Looks good, pancakes and waffles over here on this side”

Someone’s white boot’s pointy toe is slammed against the bridge of my nose, as my nose starts to hemorrhage.

“S@$$#@”

My eyes are bleary again, as the musty stink of the wet boot’s leather toe pinches my nose flat to floor in its own pool of slight ooze.

“Where’s the knives and forks.”
“At the end of the table dear” the woman casually standing on my face responds.

The white boot quickly pulls away from my nose and eyes, as I see it’s dingy mate's heel pivot on the brown wood floor, it’s a black cowgirl heel. It lifts up and quickly is pulled out of view. I hope it’s dirty brown sole was wet just from the snow outside and nothing else.

I hear several female voices at the far end of the room, and above me, and the clacking of more hollow sounding heels quickly walking towards me.

The woman standing on the side of my face, pulls her shoes wider apart, stretching my face skin between her two feet. I moan as quietly as I can, as I’ve learned that yelling out loud just invites more pain, as punishment.

I see a new pair of old black velvet boots standing alongside of me, from my misery of pain squinted eyes.

“ladies can I get in here?”

She places a boot heel on my stomach. She then promptly steps up, “Eumomfffff” and then almost as suddenly falls back to the parquet floor, her narrow four inch heel pinches against my finger nail, as I cushion her fall.

I yell in my mind. Fin’@#$$%

“You’ll have to wait in line dear.” Answer’s Ms. sneakers. Who’s calmly standing with one sneaker perched on my hard penis, and wait’s to move forward.

“So what time did you guy’s go to sleep last night” The voice again from the flat’s shoes planted atop my face asks?

The sneaker on my penis becomes heavy and then light and then steps down on my stomach, as a new foot clips the side of my nut with a sharp heel and it’s mate grinds down and squeezes my shaft in a tight crush of sharp pain.

“Oomph!”

I can’t help it. I grunt out loud in pain, as my guts are slowly being squeezed through my mouth. I think it’s Ms. velvet boots.

“Ladies have you seen if there any blueberry muffins here.”
“At the other table are all the deserts” the motionless lady standing on my face.

“We went to sleep about 3:30 but I hear that Bonnie’s nieces and Pam stayed up to watch the sunrise over the valley in the solarium.”

“It’s cold in that room”
“Well I hear they had a foot warmer volunteer”

The woman standing on my face then lifts one foot off my jaw, leaving just her other shoe mashing down my ear and jaw, and kicks the back of my head with her flats toe, not once, but twice. Thump! Thump! F’in#$#@

“I wonder who was the volunteer?” She chuckles out loud.

The woman then re-steps back with her other solid stepping flat shoe back on my sideways face. Ms. sneakers bounces a little on my gut, while Ms. Boot heels two soles, is parked on my penis. She grinds her soles side to side.

I wish I was already dead, I can’t take anymore of this abuse while I moan to myself.

“Ladies and Gentlemen: there’s tray tables for you in the living room.”
-- One of the servants announce.

That’s OK were keeping rug boy company.

Ms Flat’s bounces a little on my face. I moan out load now.

“Quiet Please” – Ms. Flat shoes say’s

Ms. Flat’s then lifts one foot from my head, leaving one shoe just to crush my neck and jaw, and then dangles her other foot in front of my face.

I moan continuously now from the nerve throbbing pain with her sole foot on me.

“Quiet I said.” “We don’t want to hear your moaning.”

Ms. Flat’s then bangs the back of her shoe into the front of my sideway’s face.

“Thump” OHHHhh!!

I can’t help but moan only louder now!

Quiet !

“Thump again, OHHHhh!! --- With the back of her shoe as she again slams into my face, with more of her solid leg weight behind it.

“You have good balance” Ms. sneakers says as she bounces again, this time stronger on my gut.

“Eummphf” (me)

“Ms. Flats.” Oh it’s easy all you have to do is keep your weight on your back foot and lean back slightly. Then with you free foot you can have some fun.

“Thump” OHHHhh again the back of her brown flat shoe slams into the center of my face, as her other foot crushing my neck and jaw undulates slightly to aid in the effort.

Then Ms. Flats just slightly rests her sharp edged heel on the side of my nose, and then turns her foot outward to grind the cup of her shoe into my eye socket.

“Your so cruel”. -- Ms. Sneakers.

“You mean “cool”. A familiar voice chimes in.

That’s so cool what your doing to poor Pete.

I don’t have to see who speaking, I know my torture in now going to increase ten fold.

My dear Jenny is here.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 20

I feel a hard sharp kick to my arm. I quickly shift my eyes, down my body, to see two perky looking medium heeled, black velvet shoes positioned by side.

“Hi Peter how yau doing down there!”
“I hear your doing a good job entertaining our guests.”

Jenny in wanting to get my attention is still kicking my arm with one pointed toe of her low heeled opera pumps. Jenny’s shoes are so sexy looking. Her shoes have upturned narrow toes, with sexy toe cleavage, and is set up on two inch narrow black sculptured heels. They look like they can’t do any real damage, but I know better. Yes Jenny is so sweet looking, my lovely Jenny is wearing blue jeans down to her arch of her foot.
But this is all I can see at the moment with my eyes pushed forward and mashed forcefully against the floor by the uncaring guest, who’s munching on eggs and bacon while perched on my head.

Ms. Flats shifts her footing suddenly, with one heel stepping up and then quickly stepping down on the side of my ear, folding it flat against my head.

“EeeOHHHHWooo” “Oh look” “They even have French Toast” Ms. Flats.

She’s shift’s her weight again, my head jerks forward grinding my eye’s brow bone on the hard flooring, and then in a shot, steps with her other foot to quickly jerk my head and bangs my bleeding nose again flat to the floor. I grown out loud, almost yelling I can’t help it.

“Eee@$##$#$@”

The pain is so much worse. Ms flat’s steps with her other foot now off the back of my head and then parks her two sharp cold heels side by side. She has one heel on my jaw and one heel on my neck. Her two pointy dark smooth soles over hang tightly on my mashed down face.

“Oh! He’s doing just fine, ardent we!” -- Ms. Flat’s jiggles her legs and hips sharply, side to side in a further effort to squish my head into the hard un-giving wood floor.

I’m now moaning continuously, I simply don’t care about the consequences.

“How long have you been standing on his head Cathy?”

Jenny asks, as she steps up on my wrist with one sole of her cute velvet shoe.

“Not long” “I think it’s about 5 minutes now, huh Margo?

Jenny steps up on my wrist with her other foot, and has her two shoes mounted on my wrist under her firm stance, as my arm was a piece of wood.

Margo thinks a little, “Yeah” “About 5 minutes, that’s all.”
“I really don’t know, but it’s not long”

Margo responds, by grinding down her full weight on one sneaker heel into my belly.

“EUMfff” I groan out again.

Not long! Five minutes is forever in this situation, I simply can’t take this.
Their killing me by just casually standing on me.

The woman with the four inch boot heels suddenly gets off my pelvis, searing pain, from my throbbing penis released from under her heels. My balls reminds me that their still part of my body, although now in a liquefied state.

“Ladies If you want to have a conversation, don’t jam up the food line”
– Ms. Boot’s say’s angrily.

“There’s other food tables here with the same stuff Miss” -- “Ms. Flats responds.”

Cathy (The one on my head) twist’s her body to speak angrily with the boot lady.
Cathy’s soles pivot on my face without lifting, grinding my face and jaw, as my skin bunches up in mountains and valleys between her two flat shoes.

I start to cry, as my face is smeared further into the floor. Margo steps forward on my angled chest with her two sneakered feet to stand flat footed. My chest is ripped flat to the floor, as my head is still twisted 90 degress to the right. No give, no mercy. Then Margo turns as if my chest was a stage facing the boot lady.

“Yes Dear” Margo responds “There other tables here with the same things, don’t make a issue of this, we are all her to have a good time.”

Margo then grinds her heel at an angle on me to make the point. My chest is on fire as I can’t breath.

“I just wanted a chance at the rug.’ -- Ms. Boots
“Don’t worry Pete’s here for your pleasure all week”
“Ah’ is all the sound I can make as I have no air left to breath.
“Hey Cathy I think you should get off his head now, he’s all white and red and a little blue.” “Hah” He’s very patriotic”
“Yah We don’t want to kill him.”
“We like you Pete”
“We like you a lot.”

“Hey Margo, hold out your hand” Jenny says, as she lifts herself up by grinding her two sexy soles down on my wrist. Jenny then twists the soles of her velvet shoes side to side in opposite directions, on my wrist, as my skin is slowly twisted in white and red, white and red, colors repeatedly bunching up under her stance. Jenny’s sweet sweet little feet are killing me. I knew those little shoes, were more dangerous than they looked, and she’s not even used her heels on me yet.

I’m whimpering now, as my head is being crushed flat to the floor by some unseen sexy vixen, munching bacon eggs and ham. My stomach is turning green, by a new set of sharp soled heavy feet. I can’t breath. It’s not Jenny, she still has one foot parked on my wrist, but her other shoe is aimed right towards my face. I see her sexy foot profile head on so to speak.

“This look’s really good, tell Bonnie I’m enjoying her hospitality.” Says a new woman standing full weight, with her heels digging into my stomach. It’s another set of flat soled shoes, with rock hard heels squishing out my guts. Suddenly my balls and penis go to mush. Knife sharp pain, sears through me, an all covering heel crushes the base of my penis, and flattens it. At the same time cracks my leg cast all in one stance, and a massive sole, punches me in the stomach. Then it’s mate, and equally big heel and sole crush’s down on my right side.

Did you hear something? Cathy feeling my vibrations from under her feet.

“Quiet Please, floor’s don’t have a voice!” -- Margo tapping my chest with one toe, leaving her other shoe, to grind into my solar plexus.

“You were doing so well, now I’ll have to punish you.”
" You know we don't like noisy carpets"
Cathy please get off, so I can take him to the punishment room! – Jenny

“Ah do I have to I was enjoying standing on Pete stupid head so much”.
“He so much reminded me of my “X”
“I so enjoyed smashing his silly face into the ground.”

Cathy then peals one sweaty shoe sole, off my face, my skin reluctantly holds onto her sole. Then her other shoe’s heel gives up my bunched up neck skin for the hard wood floor.

Then Jenny monitions to one of the security men to take me back to my room.

I’m transported back to my room in Jenny’s grandmother’s wheelchair. Along the way, I’m wondering what sort of punishment Jenny, my dear Jenny has in mind for me. It must be so bad that she has to take me back to the sound proofed hospital room. I get to the room, and the maid, its Elisabeth from yesterday, is in the room changing the sheets.

“Wait gentlemen one monument and I’ll be done.” Elisabeth smiles at me, while she puffs up the three pillows.

I wonder what sort of punishment Jenny has in store for me, maybe she’ll smother me with the pillows.

“OK where ready here, get him into bed, and I’ll get the attendant to wash him down and take care of his personal needs.”

Forty five minutes goes by and I’ve been washed down, I’ve been changed into fresh new sleepwear and still no punishment. Fresh new sheets, fluffy pillows, and I’m not tied down to the bed. Well with this leg cast where I’m I going anyway.

The door bangs open with a thud, it’s Jenny with a food cart and some wine bottles.

“I thought you’d be hungry by now, so I brought you some leftovers from last night’s X-mass dinner.”

“But as for your punishment that I promised you, hummmm.”
“OK you’ll get no desert tonight, but eat up and enjoy the rest of this.”
“The food is first class! And un-fooled around with!” -- Jenny

Jenny picks up and nibbles at a turkey leg, from the cart, while looking straight at me with her sparkling eyes smiling.

[groundview]

And Now For The Newest Chapter -- 21

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 21

I’m still a little fearful for my life but, curious about what’s to become of me, so I ask Jenny “Why the sudden concern about me?”
“Ha!” “Aunt Bonnie has a lot of money invested in you, the people guarding you, your medical care.”

“She doesn’t want you damaged, beyond repair.”
“Plus your friend, the maid ‘Elisabeth’, is also worried about you.”
“I don’t seem to like that very much, you having a friend on the staff here, but maybe I can address that subject latter.” Jenny says with cruel like shinny eyes.”
“But we all thought you should rest a few days.”
“Get back some of your strength so to speak.” “Judging by your current popularity among our holiday guests your going to need it”
“Besides, I like you too.” “Your not like some of the others.”

What do you mean some of the others?

“You think you’re the first one!” “Ha!” “Remember my aunt had brought you here to serve her playtime needs?” “It’s funny her toys just don’t seem to last.”
“It gets very expensive paying people off, when the toys get broken beyond repair!”

That sends a cold shiver down my spine.

So how am I not like the rest? I’m still asking, maybe I’m pressing my luck, they all could still dump me down a deep hole somewhere on the estate and start afresh with some new homeless nobody.

“Well you don’t complain for every little hurt you get.” “I had to try that wrist stand, even to get reaction from you.” -- Jenny

With that woman was mashing my face into the floor for so long, everything else was a blur.

“That reminds me, Cathy wants to see you again!!” “She said she so enjoyed standing on your stupid head” “You so reminded her of her loser husband, she says you sort of look like him, lucky you!” “You will be good therapy for her!” “Lucky lucky you!

I look a Jenny’s jean covered legs, her trim figure, and angelic face, and think how could such a cute looking young woman could be so un-feeling to make me suffer like this, just for the fun of others.

"Your looking at my shoes?" -- Jenny
"No" not really, I wasn’t.” -- me
“I saw you looking at my shoes!” “Don’t lie to me!” “Their nice don’t you think!
Jenny wiggles them at the side of the bed. “I found them at the local thrift shop.”
You need to go to a thrift shop?
“I like the period clothing, old navy jackets, these vintage heels.”

“Nuff talking! Bend your leg up.” “I want you to see them better.”

I bend up my good right leg. I’m more than a little fearful now.

“This will give me something solid to lean on!”

Jenny shifts and boosts her self up on me and sits with her small ass on my stomach.

“So, we’ll see if you’ll enjoy this!”

Jenny leans back on my bended leg and swings over her two solid blue jean covered legs, bending them to rest sideways across my chest. Jenny then shifts and plants one her foot on my chest. She brushes aside my hospital gown pajama with her pointed black toe, and digs in her spike heel just below my rib cage, as she drapes her other leg over the top. She then flexes leg up and down in from of my face as she wiggles her sexy ankle this way and that.

“Cute shoe Huh!”

Jenny then leans forward on her bended leg right and her foot digs it’s heel harder into my chest, forcing her left shoes velvet black leather sole to be planted squarly on my cheek. “Look at me.” Jenny smashes then her shoe into my nose, with it’s dirty cigarette smelling leather fragrance filling my lungs with her intoxication scent.

“Ahhh”. “Nice view.” “Your enjoying it.” “Right!” -- Jenny

I keep quiet as much as possible, as my head is pushed into firm hospital pillows.
I feel Jenny’s solid weight pressing down on my stomach as her back, resting strongly on my bent leg. Her muscular leg press forces her nasty sharp heel on my chest. While Jennys sculptured velvet shoe bottom is now pressing down harder over my face.

I moan out a louder “muff.” Jenny’s sharp metal tipped heel cuts into my chin.
“I see your enjoying this.” “I am too.” “Let’s try them both on your face.”
Jenny yanks her heel from my chest, as my skin is pulled up, from her fast departing metal heel tip. Jenny quickly places her other foot on my face. Her shoes now smear my face between her two soles. Pressing my distorted features this way and that under as I see her smiling face between glances past her cute pointy toes.

“Your face is so adorable looking under my feet.”
“You’re going to make a fine fashion accessory to my wardrobe”
“What do you think about it!”

“My new black leather jacket, my black leather pants, these nice old black velvet heels, or maybe some ankle boots and your face below me every where I stand and sit!”

I can’t say a thing, to answer her.

Muuuufff. Is all I can say under her shoes frontal assault on my face.

“I’ll make sure you attend the mid season snow championship, cocktail party next week, you’ll be my greeting platform.” “I’ll stand on your face, and have all the cool guests greet me like one head below.” “Ha! Your head!”

“And then If I grant any of them an regal audience with me, they’ll be allowed to stand on your chest and chat with me.” “How does that sound?” “Does that sound good to you?”

“I should tell you.” We’re all be wearing our ski boots.” “You ever got stepped on by ski boot!” “That’s something to look forward too!”

I don’t like the way this is going. But I can’t answer back.

“I love this, your face is just silly putty under my feet.”
“Now Let’s see what I can do with it.”

Jenny places her pointed low heeled opera shoes toe against each corner of my eyes.

“Now If I put a little pressure here and there!”
“Whelan!!” “You a China Man” Haah
“And If I press my foot firmly on your nose!”
“You’re a prize fighter.”

I see stars as my once normal looking nose crunches under her heavy stepping slender foot. Jenny then jabs her pointy velvet toe into the corner of my left eye, and then her right foot makes a stab at my right eye, they both pull down along the side of my face, making me tear in rivers, as I lose my vision under reddened slits for my eyes. Deep intensity appears on Jenny’s face, as she carefully aims her shoes pointed toes.

“Lets see how fast I can make your makeup switch.”
“China Man”, and now “Prize fighter”, then it’s the “China Man”, and now its
the “Prize fighter”

Jenny is switch between pressing her black heels pointed toes, and smashing her full foot against my nose and then my face.

“I can see why Cathy loves standing on your mushy face so much.”
“I really don’t know now If want too share you with her or aunt Bonnie!
I'm in misery, as Jenny is enjoying herself pressing my eyes sockets too the extreme corners of my face.

“Now If I stick this one heel in the side of your mouth.
“Open!” “say Ahhh.” “Then my other one!”
“Now gently I pull them apart.” “You look like the Joker from batman!”
“Your some funny guy!!” “This is way I like you so much!”

My cheeks are being pulled taught, as Jenny's black vintage shoe’s, unused rusty metal heels tips are shoved into my mouth. I gag on the dirt from the old brackish heel shafts, as my saliva spilling down my throat. I gulp it down quickly, to keep from drowning.

I see Jenny’s cheery smile between pushing of her legs, with thoughtful determination etched on her face as she tries to ram much of her size 7’s heels down my throat.

“While your down there you might as well lick the soles clean for me, as I want to get them ready for the party next week.”

Jenny pulls her heels from my mouth, her heels now dripping with my saliva, they look ruined, matted wet velvet, and I see her rusted heel tips, pitted with wear.

She plants one foot back down on my chest, with it’s wet heel the sole support of her re-bended leg. Such a sexy shoe profile, as I see the under portion of her shoe as it’s angled back with its heel on my chest. She then props her other leg back again of the top of her bended knee, pressure on that lone heel is too much. I just stare at the black heel sinking deeper in my chest. I get a hard smack across my face from the sole of her other shoe.

“Stick out your tongue and lick!”

And The Saga Contines With Chapter 22

[cicci]

oooooh
thank you thank you thank you thank you
oh man
thanks for reposting this amazing series.

I hope you dont mind that I saved it (with proper credit of course) so I'll always have it.

you da man!

:)

[cicci]

PS

before reading ch.21, I'm gonna read the whole thing again... It might take awhile :)

[slavenico69]

this is one hardcore story!!

[groundview]

Thanks cicci & slavenico69! :)

This is some epic writing effort. Some 36 Chapters from the full story line. Leafman 15 & TreeLine 21 and still I have not yet given up on it. Chapter 22 is halfway done.

The level of writing on this board is very high so I must rise to the ocasion. :) And If I’m good at it, something else will rise as well. :)

[ogilthorpe]

Hmmm... Jenny's wardrobe accessory. That strikes me as a good career choice for our hero

[groundview]

Some women just want an ankle bracelet. I guess Pete with be just that!

Thanks ogilthorpe!

PS. I haven’t seen much of your great artwork or picture stories lately, but miss it. Think about doing some! :)

[groundview]

Long long ago, far far away…

NO That’s something else!

Back by popular demand, out of the shadows, Yes Yes get on with it!

So as promised, this is the continuation of Treeline Estate chapter 22.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved<O:p</O:p
Chapter 22<O:p</O:p

I take a close look at the sole of Jenny’s suede, low heeled, spike shoe. I look closely at her grayed, dirt stained leather sole. Who knows what lovely things she has walked in on the estate grounds? Lustfully stomping her pointy heels to crash down on, to smear and smashing along the way.
The previous owner of theses vintage shoes must have stepped on hundreds nasty things as well.

Jenny slides her tight bottom jean covered ass back on my right leg and then leans forward putting more pressure on the one strategically placed sharp heel tip of her shoe, cutting spitefully into my chest. I moan, as softly as I can, while a new cold rusty heel greets my chest.

Jenny then repositions her other sharp, heel against my chin. I wince with additional pain as her sharp heel grinds into my sensitive skin, her rough metal tip heel digs down into my jawbone.

“I said lick!”

I think to myself I’ll just lick the outside edge of her shoe’s sole. It’s almost clean looking, far from the black gum spots, and the unknown type black stains swirled on the bottom of her old tan leather sole. I dab my tongue hesitantly on the outside edge of her musty smelling leather sole.

“Your not doing a good job at all!”

“If you don’t work hard on these, I get you more shoes from my closet for you to practice on.”
“I’ll get you my club boots.”
“Hah”
“I can stomp on your face with one foot while I encourage you to lick those grimy bottoms clean.”
“Their ready for the garbage pail, but nice enough for you.”

Now lick!
I’m thinking I’ll get my old club boots whether you do a good job here or not! Ha!
I’ll let you gnaw off the street tar, gum from the bottoms of my grimy soles.

I hesitantly go at licking the bottom of her shoe fully. A Putrid metallic taste greets me.
The leather starts to smell earthy while it gets dark brown from my tongue washing.
Jenny smears her foot hard against my extended tongue.

Her twenty something year old, wide open blue eyes, peer with glee, as her excited face beams with joy seeing me lapping like a puppy dog at her shoe sole. Jenny’s outstretched strong and firm young leg muscles mush her shoe sole to against my face.

The fresh musky scent of her leather sole is getting me excited as well. More earthy smells are released as I start to throw caution to the wind and work her dirt stained sole with my tongue all over. I think I hear someone else enter the room, but my eyes are closed as I continue to forcefully lick on her hard blackened gritty sole, as if my life depended on it. It probably does!

I’m now start biting and gnawing at the little particles of embedded grit out of ruff damp sole.

“Nasty isn’t he?” Margo say’s

“Yeah he’s into it now!” “You got some shoes for him to clean?” -- Jenny
“I got some travel boots, shoes, real dirty soles and heels.” Margo say’s with a smiling evil looking face as she too starts think what else to torment me with.

Hey we could start a cleaning service with the job he’s doing for you here! – Margo

I don’t like the sound of that! You can’t choose which shoes to lick! They might make me lick some old-lady shoes to torment me with. Yuck!

Nice! Now do the other one again! And be Quick about it!

Jenny move her glistening sole from my mouth and plant’s it heel first into my chest. Her metal tipped heel digs into a rib. Jenny then leans forward on her bended leg to angle her other leg into position, against my nose, while the cold wet shoe slides sideways deeper into my chest.

So where do you want to go out and party tonight? Margo asks Jenny.

I don’t know, but it has to be fun!

Jenny answers almost indifferent and not paying attention to what her other shoe is now doing to my face!

I tilt my head a little sideways to catch her velvet shoe’s sole against my mouth and start to lick it’s muddy gritty sole.

You got him trained well! He’s a self-starter type! Ha! Margo laughs!

He better be! -- Jenny
He knows what’s good for him, we had a conversation before! Right!

I just make a slight nod, with my eyes still closed and continue licking diligently!

Jenny’s other shoe is burrowing deeper in my chest; her rusty edged sharp heel is now sliding off to the side, while taking some skin along. But I keep on licking, I don’t even moan.

You like this don’t you, you licking my shoes! Yes? -- asks Jenny

She then bounces her bottom on my stomach and crouch area,
a playful happy bounce, a happy bounce for a happy Jenny.

Or we could just here and torment Peter tonight! - Smiles Margo
What do you think? Peter? – Jenny
So What do you Think!

[hhhmmm]

Wow!!! Loved the continuation of the story:pbbbbblt:

It's been so long since I have read the entire story, I'm going to have to go back, and start reading it from the beginning:)

Thanks for the update and the imagination, gv:)

hhhmmm

[Escargot211]

Thanks for keeping on with this story, Groundview! :thumbsup:
I'll read it all from the beginning to taste it better.

[grizley]

Fantastic, it jus keeps getting better and better

[insect]

The greatest story ever told!! Incredible stuff, so much work...I so wish I was Peter!

I particularily enjoyed the bus stop crush too, brilliantly described I felt every heel with him, it made me want to rush out and hide under the nearest mound of leaves in the hope of being crushed!

Many thanks to you

[lerch456]

great stuff man you still got it

[pervy2]

Listen to that lot mate, you have a fan base! I hope you have the time to expand upon the theme, there is a lot more mileage in this story I am sure.

[groundview]

Well thank you, thank you one and all! I’m also glad to see that I have not lost my ability to spin a nice yarn. I did not write like this in a long time. Business letters yes, but this is much more creative.
Thank you for providing me with a supportive outlet!
Yes there is much more to tell. Plus I’m not hampered with the upcoming writers strike!

I have Chapter 23 well on it’s way, so keep those comments coming, it helps grease the writers block! :)

Learch456: Thanks for you intial question that opened up this new writing effort. Without your posting this would not be happening!

HHHmmm: All kidding aside, thanks for your supportive feedback! I know I'm not typing into a blackwhole!

Escargot211: Read it with a little butter on the popcorn, it will taste it better!

Insect: Don't hide in a leaf pile, live life full! (I know not really)

grizly: It does get better, I'm constantly thinking up new stuff, all can happen in real life!

Pervy2: Thanks my friend, I hear them, nice support and yes I do have a full story line in mind.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 23

So Peter do you want us to stay and play with you tonight? Jenny

I stop licking her muddied, dirt stained sole, and look up to answer her!

Did I tell you to stop!

Jenny then leans forward quickly, mashing her leather shoe hard against my teeth, and smack’s my face with her slender open hand. Keep going! Like I really want an answer from you! Stupid boy!

Hell I’m not a boy! I think defiantly to myself.

I think he was thinking without his head! Margo smiles knowingly
I have a solution for that! - Jenny

Jenny shifts her butt and reaches down to my nuts and squeezes and twists them tightly trough my pajama bottoms. Her finger’s sharp nails feel like five knives.

Eeeeoow!

Don’t you forget yourself, you life depends more on me than you know! Jenny is still tugging on my stuff! (Please please stop I’m thinking to myself)

I feel terribly sick as her five fingered assault continues.

I think he needs a dose of hallway duty tomorrow to show him what can happen to brainy people! Margo cheerily quips in, while watching Jennifer dig into me with her hand.

I don’t like the sound of that! I’m sure hallway duty has nothing to do with like being a hallway monitor, like in school.

I’ll send his friend “Elisabeth” along to keep him company, since we don’t want anything really bad to happen to him. Jennifer is still twisting my stuff. She then let’s go.

Don’t worry! Your safe tonight! Jennifer then leans forward and slaps my face twice! I promised you, you could rest. Aunt Bonnie wants you to heal some more before you go into full time customer service. Jenny and Margo both smiling.

So you want to eat? Remember I brought up some food for you. It’s cold by now but its still good. It’s straight from kitchen service.

I quickly answer, Yes I will!
Jenny gets off my bed, and quickly turns around with both hand to grab at my nuts, twisting my stuff hard one more time, with two set’s of those lethal fingernails. <O:p></O:p>

Eyooooww!

That’s your desert from me! Jenny smiles, a sinister smile.

She then moves the hospital tray table over to my bed, and then deposits the covered dinner tray by my side. Jenny then un-covers the meal. It looks pleasing. Standing by my bed she then unwraps the paper napkin holding my utensils. A real metal knife and fork!

I look surprised!

Well yes, you need to eat! Playtime is over, plus I think you know what’s good for you by now and who your dealing with!

Yes yes I do! Thanks for the vote of confidence. I eat quickly, the food, I’m sure if it’s fine, but all I tastes is still the bottom of Jenny’s shoes, with some left-over crunches left swirling around in my month.

What did I tell you about eating fast! Eat slower, I’m not going to take it away! -Jenny

He probably had to fight for any food, when he was homeless. – Margo
Well he now has a home with us. – Jenny smiling.

I smile up at them! I’m still guessing for how long. I might, one morning, wake-up dead!

I quickly finish the food! I cover-up a burp that tastes like shoe leather and blood.
I hope something is not leaking too bad internally. I do feel a little sick, but I don’t want to give that nut-job Dr. Jill another go at me. The cure from her is worse than any injury I might have.

Well not to worry, we’ll leave you alone tonight. It’s still early yet but you’re free until tomorrow.

Oh by the way Aunt Bonnie wants you to do a favor for her. Since she did not spend any quality time with you today! She wants you to clean her party heels. That way you’ll get to know her better, so here they are! Jenny pulls out a rumpled paper bag from under the food cart. <O:p

The shoes, large size, 9 ½., four-inch black leather high heels. I knew it! Something like this was coming. They just can’t let me rest.

Make sure their dirt free, from top to bottom. Yes bottom. Ha I know you’ll enjoy that! – Jenny

And don’t use the bathroom sink! With that Jenny quickly handcuffs me to the hospital bed’s side rail.

Do your best, inspection is 6:30am.
Remember you have hallway duty tomorrow, we want to have an early start!

[hhhmmm]

gv:

Love the boot sole licking! Very nice:pbbbbblt: You have a great imagination, and just love reading your stories.

Thanks for the installment, and can't wait to read more.

hhhmmm:)

[groundview]

Thanks h3m3: (hhhmmm for short!)

My Peter, I'm sure will get in some quality boot licking with the girls! :)

[hhhmmm]

Fantastic gv!:pbbbbblt:

I'm looking forward to the next installment!

hhhmmm:)

[groundview]

While I’m working on the next installment here’s a little eye candy of what Jennifer might look like in real life!
“Danger Will Robinson Danger!”

www.archenemys.com (http://www.archenemys.com)

[hhhmmm]

gv:

Nice eye candy:)

Looking forward to the next installment:)

hhhmmm

[groundview]

Tree Line Estateffice
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 24

Crap! Now I’m tied to this freaking hospital bed! I fumble with the handcuff, and see I have a six-inch lead from the other shackle. I’m in for it now! These people never let me heal properly. I got the taste of blood in my mouth. Now I’m supposed to tongue clean this Bonnie woman’s shoes. This is crap! The sooner I see what I dealing with, the more time I’ll have dealing with it!

I lean forward slowly on the bed as far as my reach will allow. Jennifer left the shoes for cleaning parked upright, way up at the foot of the bed. Two perky looking black high heels shoes. They have four-inch slender heels, with a closed toe pointy profile. They look pretty clean from the top already, but I shudder to think what “gifts” are for me on the soles. I pick both of them up by the top heel backs! I feel the shoes weight, their pretty solid and hefty. I quickly flip them over to give them a real fast inspection.

Shiny bright beige leather soles, with triangular black vinyl inlays. One shoes surface is pretty clean, black and tan dirt spots in a triangular wear pattern! Nothing really to bad to deal with on that one! So far so good! I must say they have a very potent, rich leather smell.

The right shoe…

Oh!
Sh## it!

One big black to pink bubble gum splat, molded to the black vinyl sole and the high heel arch. How the hell am I to get this off! I don’t what to gnaw at someone else’s chewed up and spit out gum! Then trodden on all over this place.

It’s hard on the black mashed down spot, and tacky on the pink. Well I’ll deal with the easy shoe first. I pick up the hefty left shoe, the pretty clean one, and close my eyes and start to lick the black leather uppers. I do enjoy the rich leather smell.

This Bonnie woman if she kicked me with this shoe, she could probably kill, me now, with the shape that I’m in. That’s right! More pleasant thought’s to fill my head! I lick the toe, the sides, the top and back. Now the soles. My tongue sticks to the bone-dry leather.

Uck!

I have to re-wet my tongue again. I hope my immune system is working in over-drive. I’ll just get the sole totally wet now. Lick licking lick! The shoes sole is wet and my tongue is dry!

I think what ever I do now will not be good enough! They will just punish me anyway! So I won’t worry about this too much! Now I’ll just buff this shoe’s top with the bed’s white cotton tufted blanket. There! Not too bad. Nice and shinny!

Now the gum stained right shoe! Do the easy part first dummy! I think to myself.

I lick the black shoe’s pointed toe, the topsides and then the tall slender black heel. I then stick my nose into the throat of the shoe. I enjoy the deep leather smell and strong pungent smell of foot sweat and baby powder.

This Bonnie woman, does not wear nylons! Bare feet for this woman. I think I’m going to be sampling this next pretty soon as things are progressing here!

O.K. now for the sole’s bubble gum.

Well let’s see if they left anything sharp within hand reach! I can’t reach the nightstand!

Let’s see any sharp edges on the cuffs. No the handcuffs have smooth rounded metal edges.
Not good in scrapping off anything!! Dam! Where’s Macgyver when you need him!

I then look at my pajamas. They have large flat white buttons. I’ll pull one off from my tops.
Here we go! Now use it’s flat sharp edge to pry the hard blackened mess off the sole of Bonnie’s shoe.

Bang! The heavy metal door thumps against the wall as it’s flung open. Elisabeth trudges into the room and marches up to my bed. She sneers and smacks me hard in the face! I’m in shock!!

“Because of you I now don’t have my day off”

“I’ve been informed, by Jennifer, I have to baby-sit the likes of you” -- Elisabeth

I’m dumb struck! I have no answer for her! I feel sicker than before, any possible friend here is now lost!

“Well If I can’t have my day of relaxation, neither will you!” - Elisabeth
</O:p
What are you doing, No NO! Elisabeth flings Bonnie’s shoes away from me and across the room.

“No more playthings for you dear!’ Let’s see what they do to you now for not doing your assignment!

“But but please..

“Yes I know about that! “Maybe I wouldn’t have to baby-sit you after all! - Elisabeth

No no I really have to clean them! I yell out!

You want something to clean, here, lick my work shoe. Elisabeth hikes her muscular right leg up and kicks me full in the face with her dusty sneaker. I fall back to the pillow stunned. Liz then jumps up full on the bed, to tower over me like some pissed off Amazon warrior.

“You might as well get used to this now! Elisabeth stomps on my head with her foot!

Emufffff! What! No!

“What do you think hallway duty is? Now Bouncing up and down on my head with her two feet!

I moan out! Emufffff! Please no! Emufffff!

Her two strong, worker legs, make the pillows feel non-existent, while she pounds her dingy work sneakers down, up and down, mashing in my nose and mouth.

Elisabeth speaking while huffing and Jumping!

“The guests… here are…. going to enjoy grinding…. you into floor wax!

Just one Thing more thing sport! Stomp!

“You involve me again with this shit, I’ll suggest to them “Driveway Duty!”
</O:p
Stomp! Stomp Bash!

[pervy2]

Ayup, I like the way this is going!

[grizley]

Excelent, more please.

[groundview]

Hey there!

I’m about to get started on the next installment of this saga, which is hard since I’m not really in touch with my dark side. Like I said in jest before, I’m probably too happy now!

I see what the storyboard is enjoying at the moment, so I will peruse that theme, as well as of few of yours ( The same supporters) favorites.

By the way, here’s what Peter should have cleaned for “Aunt Bonnie”
Source pics: ebay.com

[groundview]

Pervy2: Thanks mate! I think Peter is in for it now!

grizley: It's not soup yet!

[hhhmmm]

gv:

You do know that I love the boots portion, don't ua?:)

Thanks for your imagination again:)

hhhmmm

[insect]

looking forward to the hallway duty!

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate<O:p</O:p
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved<O:p</O:p
Chapter 25<O:p</O:p

I wake up; this is getting so painfully familiar again tied down, and in the dark! I can’t see, I smell thick air, I can’t breath very well, and my face is muffled up tight. It’s amazing to me that I’m waking up at all my breathing difficulties, as something sharp edged is tied on hard to my face. Every breath I take smells thick and musty. I then remember from before, I’m still in the bed, only now both of my hands are out stretched and my pillows are gone.

I hear the wind, outside my room window. I hear rain, being driven hard into the tight sealed bedroom windows. It must be a cold rain this time of year. What’s going on, what day is it?
I hear the cold rain again and branches rubbing up against the glass. Shivers go up and down my spine; I’m feeling not well now, not at all. What little air I take in tastes of copper, I need to breath some fresh air or end this.

The heavy door to my room thuds open and footsteps tramp up to my bedside.

“Wake-up sleepy head” Elisabeth’s voice cheerily greets me, as a dim gray light snaps on.
“Its 6:00am I want an early start before the princess Jenny gets here!”
“You better listen very carefully to me if you want to survive this day!”

I feel Elisabeth’s strong nimble hard hands lifting my head up, while another hand, quickly pulls off the bandage like bindings wrapped around my head. The room gets brighter and brighter from the ceiling light, as my head is twisted this way and that.

“First off!”
“What happened yesterday is only a sample of what you will get from me if you breathe a word of it to any of them.”

My head is still being unwrapped. Bonnie’s shoe’s throat is finally removed from my nose.
I suddenly have the gift of clean fresh air.

“Got that!” - Elisabeth patting my face lightly as the overhead florescent light blinds me.

My eyesight is blurry. My right hand is next to be released from the ace bandage binding me the other bed rail. I’m still shacked by the handcuff on the left side. I look down my bed to the windows. Its still pitch dark outside with the rain splattered, mirror like wet glass, showing me how bleak this day is beginning.

“You enjoyed sleeping with the Ms.’s shoe tied to your face?” - Elisabeth smiling.

Please believe me I had nothing to do with you having to watch me! I won’t say a thing about yesterday to anyone! You have my word on that! Yes! ? - Me looking at Elisabeth’s eyes.

“Humm “Well you know today’s your hallway duty day!’ “Because of that you don’t get any breakfast now!” “Ha! Depending on how it goes you might get lunch!”

I’m thinking if I live!

“I have orders to set you up in the lobby of the quest house. I’m sure you’ll be put to good use on this nasty day! I’ll be calling security at 6:30am to come and get you and set you up in the lobby.
Lucky you the Mistress wants you on station at 7:00am ready to serve.” - Elisabeth

I’m worried even more! I thought it was just Jennifer and Margo’s sadistic game but Bonnie has given her thumbs up to this as well.

After what seems like a slow passage of time, with a deep dread building up, worrying about what is to become of me. Elisabeth finally walks casually to the closed circuit phone by the hospital bed a dials “9” for ground security.

“The Ms. wants her special project set-up in the main quest house lobbies. Yea! Yes?
Ok! You know where then! In about 10 minutes. Yes he’s ready for you now!”
“Oh! He’s handcuffed to the bed. Good!”

A new sick worried feeling surges through me as I hear only one side of the conversation.

Not to worry we “staff” have keys for everything! - Elisabeth pats my face and smiles.

So that’s how my day got started! As I think back, laying here shacked to the floor, along a wall, a few hours left to my life, at least the way I feel now. This short napped gray industrial carpet, has no give at all, and there’s no mercy from its concrete floor below. This quest house’s cold, window lined and damp lobby adds to my numb pain of dread.

Elisabeth’s burly workers shoved me on my stomach below the house wall phone, in the narrow lobby. Hands outstretched in front of me, my legs pinned down as well. They have floor locks everywhere. Now every floor plate I see, I know could be opened to revel another tie down station. I’m like some human bear rug waiting and waiting; I fear I will have to wait not much longer.
I hear room doors slamming shut from down the hall, up a few stairs. I hear the thumping of footsteps on the thick carped guesthouse hallway rug; they’re coming this way, they’re almost here.

“Are you going to the main house” “Yes” another voice answers. “I’ll wait for you in the lobby”

[hhhmmm]

gv:

"Elisabeth’s burly workers shoved me on my stomach"? I think that it would be much better if he was face up to be the welcome mat for the women coming to stand and have him lick the boots of the women coming to chat on the phone?:)

Just a thought:)

hhhmmm

[groundview]

Hi Hm3, :)

What’s that song lyrics “You can’t always get what you want…”

Yes that would have been easy to do, why do you think I put those elements there, to begin with?
The girls have plans for Peter. Elisabeth is not out to kill Peter first off.
As they say: stay tuned for the next installment.

[hhhmmm]

Can't wait, gv:)

Thanks for the response for my thoughts:)

This is the first time that I have ever gotten one . . . :)

hhhmmm:)

[turbs]

one of my favorite stories for sure, glad to see it continue :)

[footslavejoe]

great,fantastic!!!!my humble humble thanx!!!!!!

[pervy2]

Hi Groundview, hope you had a fun Crimbo. How is Peter?

[groundview]

Hi Pervy2
Yes my X-mass was good, spent it with friends, ate well and I’m now ready to bring in the New Year on Monday. Will watch the ball drop from Home.

Happy New Year to All.

PS. Yes I’m working on it.

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved<o:p></o:p>
Chapter 26<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
I hear the upper lobby hallway door fling open and three quick footsteps thumping down to the glass lined waiting area; I quickly turn my head to the side and greet two pink track style sneakers. They now turn and pivot toward my face! Muddy dirty rubber rippled track toes facing me, an arms length from my head. This woman turns her pink bulbous sneaker toes quickly and approaches my face. A waft of perfume scented air is carried to me just before a pink blur of sneaker zooms over my eyesight. A spongy sneaker sole mashes down and grinds into my ear, as her other warm foot stomps down hard on my back.
<o:p></o:p>
Umfff! All the air in my lungs is pressed out, as the old taste of blood in my mouth comes back from this morning. My sideways face is mashed down and has nowhere to go, while it’s pressed harshly into the sharp stinging concrete backed carpet.
<o:p></o:p>
“Hah! If I’d knew they have a ‘floor show’ in the lobby I would have come down sooner!”
<o:p></o:p>
“Wait for me I’ll be right down” A voice from the hallway yells out.
<o:p></o:p>
“Hurry up, you don’t want to miss this! My new friend yells out standing on me and grinding into the carpet without any emotion.
<o:p></o:p>
Ahhh! I moan out, as this new woman, now steps with both feet on my head.
<o:p></o:p>
“Nice” You enjoying this rug boy! She’s smearing my face between her pink styles Nike running shoes. The soles feel like sandpaper as she brushes her foot against my face skin.
<o:p></o:p>
My head is almost at once ground sideways into the floor, as my new tormentor leans pushing against the wall. Her sneaker heels twists and turns on my ear, as my face is rubbed raw in seconds on the nappy commercial grade carpet. “Bang” the lobby hall door swings open again; quick muffed multitude of steppers run down the stairs. I can’t see anything. I stare into the dark carpet nap.
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“Cool” Can I get on too? Me too!
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Sure that’s what he’s here for! “Elisabeth answers”
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One leg steps up.
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Huff
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Then her other heavy leg.
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Auffff.
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Wide solid legs stand on my back. I can’t breath, or get breath at all. I can’t see who’s doing this to me. I have no air in my lungs left to scream. They shift this way and that on my back as my head is smeared into the rug by track sneaker girl.
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Another woman I feel is standing by my side, as she helps her friend balance on my back.
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“Nice way to wait for breakfast, I’ll have a good appetite for the first time” As the track girl smears my head with her nasty sharp edged track shoe bottoms.
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The lobby hallway door slams against the wall stop again. Several female voices talking, I can’t hear anything-distinct conversations. Then the familiar sounds on quick thumping down those dreaded steps. Several more women a chatting away.
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“Now we have something to do while we wait for that dam shuttle van to the dinning room.”
“I should go back to my room a get my club boots” One voice speaks above the others.”
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I smell another set of cigarette smoke warm legs close against my face. Hey Amy move aside, let me get up on him. I’m next Sue; a husky woman’s voice speaks as a few kick and poke at my side with the pointy toes of their boots.
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There’s stillroom on his body ladies “Elisabeth chimes in” Just find any free spot!
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I guess if I’m dead, Elisabeth will have her day off.
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A hard boot heel grinds down on my fingers, as its cold smooth sole press my writs flat to the carpet. Then its mates sharp edged heel then digs at the free side of my head, toying with my scalp and hair. Amy are you getting off his head any time soon?
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“Wait your turn” I was here first! I’m still using him! -- Amy
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The wind outside sends a hard blast of rain against the portico lobby windows, as cold air chills the lobby floor. The woman on my back, her two firm legs, unknown sneaker soles prance around my spine still, as her friend holds her steady on me. Amy the woman with the track sneakers massages my scalp with her this way and that sneaker twisting. The woman with her boot heel on my hand shifts her weight, tiring to stand monetarily on my head, as if I was just a step stool.
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Maybe we should call the shuttle van while we wait for a turn on him? The husky voice woman.
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You! Housekeeper! When we get back from breakfast, have him turned over for us; we want to see what were stepping on. Yah! (the others) There’s better stuff on his front. (All of them)
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Yes what ever you want ladies. “Elisabeth answers” I can tell she’s not happy, by her tone, being bossed around by the guests. This is not good for me, in any case.
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It’s such a nasty day, I wanted to go horse back riding, one of the women laments. I guess I can try out my new riding boots on him instead. The leather uppers and soles need to be softened up anyway. That’s something to do after breakfast
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“That sounds like fun.” Answer’s the woman standing on my back. Her friend kicks me playfully in the side. Amy answers still stepping this way and that, about my head.
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“Yeah It will kill the morning.”
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I’m thinking it will probably kill me too!
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[hhhmmm]

Awesome update, ground!! WOW, love the way this is going:) Thank you for you imagination!! I just love it, and love the boot action going on:pbbbbblt:

Thanks again for the hard work that you have used!! I have tried, and know it's a bitch to write a story!

hhhmmm:)

[groundview]

Thanks HM3 for your consistent and quick response to my writing efforts. :)

PS Here's what Amy is wearing on Peter!

[door_step]

Thanks for this new chapter Groundview.
Your stories are amongst the best. Specially the uncarring and often unknowing trampleparts.

doorstep

[groundview]

Thank you door_step! :)

I do love the unknown trample and uncarring. It makes you truly feel floor like!

PS. Already I'm working on the next chapter, tweaking it as I go along. :)

[groundview]

Tree Line Estate
By Groundview © October 11, 2002 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 27

Amy is now enjoying mashing her rough track shoe on my ear, all the while she’s casually talking to the other ladies. “So did someone call the van yet?”

AhOOOoooo -- It feels like she lit a match to my face.

The sneaker girl, who is still on my back, is kneading her feet, sneaker edge and toe on each sneaker step, head down concentrating on her footwork. Then answer’s Amy, in an instant park’s her two sneakers rigidly standing on my spine with a thump. “Oh I don’t know.”

“Sue, so when do you want to go?” The husky voiced, cigarette-smelling woman, jabbing almost kicking her black boots pointed toe into my ribs. Sneaker girl then leans against the wall in an effort to reach, the out of reach wall phone, sides off my backside, pinching my flabby skin to the hard concrete backed carpet floor.

EEEowww -- I yell out, as my skin is pulled taut thru my thin hospital smock, while almost immediately I hear laugher from the group at my scream.

“Well then, Amy you call!” “Your in a better position anyway!” “You call for the van!”
With that sneaker girl quickly jumps up with her two feet on my back again, and smiles a knowing smile to the others.

Eeeeuuuummmmfffff - My whimper of pain seems to invite her invigorated response.

“Next! “Time! “Stay! “Still! “And! “Don’t! “Move! “Got It!

Each word she say’s is emphasized with a stomp of her sneaker heel on my back.

Please! plezzzz -- I gasp out almost passing out!

Please? Please, I’ll show you how to get a please! Hey somebody please muzzle him!

“I got this!” Says the woman who’s mashing my fingers with her wide boot heel. She now stands only on her heel that’s grinding on my fingers and then shoves her left boot, (now I see it) a scuffed up western boot sole firmly on my face. My hand takes on all of her solid blue jeans weight, as her earthy smelling, narrow western boot toe slaps forcefully down across my cheek and nose.

I gasp again for breath under the crush and stomping of the others. Immediately this country gal pushes forward her boot’s dusty toe into my mouth. All the while she’s twisting her right’s boot’s unforgiving cruel heel against all of my hand. My fingers sound like twigs crunching in the woods, as my knuckles grind together under her black-hearted tapered heel.

“That’ll plug up the noise!” -- Smiles the solidly built western dressed lady.

“We! “Could! “Have! “Used! “Her! “Help! “Earlier! “Couldn’t! “We! “Peter!”

EEEmmmh!! Sick sounding thumping sounds, as my spine is pushed into my guts.

Sneaker girl again is at it on my back. I’m now gagging on the western boot’s front-end wedged solidly in my mouth. I moan, while I die in stages.

“I just knew I should have gotten my club boots”
“I’m missing all of this” -- A young woman’s voice from the back.
“Amy are you done yet with him?
“Hah! I want to get my early stepping workout in too!”
“Kick him ladies, kick him for making Loren loose her footing” -- Another woman off to the side

A torrent of kicks pummels me from my right side. Boots squared off and pointed, black leather toes sneak in between those legs already standing at my side. They slam into my pelvis, kick at my arm, sharp, numb, pain radiates through me, as the many boots dusty toes, make a hasty retreat. Young women’s laughter is heard echoed above the happy chatter, as I suffer. Loren, sneaker girl, on my back holds on to her friend’s hands for support while smashing her leg’s sneaker heel forward and back against my sore ribs. I’m trembling in more pain than ever. More kidney like punches, as I gag on the boot shoved in my mouth, as I struggle to stay conscious. I try and suppress the throbbing pain, to endue it, but I can’t help but make muffled gasping, guttural sounds as I struggling under the onslaught.

EummmoooooOOOOOooooo

Ladies there’s no more time for this that now the van is here! “Elisabeth speaks loudly too all”
“How did they come, who called them” Amy again grinding her track shoe on my ear.
“I called them on my cell phone” Elisabeth smiling to them all.
“Come on ladies go and get your breakfast.” “Let me get Peter turned for you.” Elisabeth --

Ahhhuuh. I gasp, as a half dusty, now clean western boot toe is removed harshly, clinging to my dry mouth skin. I gag as grit, and little crunchy stuff remain in my mouth, as her boot mate’s heel finally peals off my white clammy hand. Needles of pain would now be reassuring, but I don’t feel anything at all from my dead digits.

Amy steps down from my head. I feel dazed. I see her track pink suited little body finally. I’m hoping her small-frame saved me from some more serious head injury. Her track sneakers look nasty although, but thank god they don’t have any spikes. Amy the turns back to look at me, she smiles and swipes her sand paper like sneaker sole across my face. “See you latter” “Lobby boy!”

Loren, sneaker girl on my back gets off reluctantly. Once on the carpet, at my side she kicks back forcefully with her thick leg, as a parting good-bye love tap. Euufff!! Once again a hard kidney punch to ads to my misery!

“I’ll see you latter” “Hell there’s nothing else to do on this nasty day, we’ll all see you!”
“Hey Sue, you want the window seat.” She then walks quickly out the lobby, I watch three other women walk by my body. I don’t remember seeing them before. Many black boots thump past me as their owners push open the double glass doors into the wind and sweeping rain. They crowd gather together in the rain, by the waiting white van. The lobby floor gets quickly cold, with no one around me. I try to flex my numb fingers, but still I have a dead hand. Me being homeless for a year, I don’t have the best circulation to begin with. I struggle to lookup at Elisabeth with my eyes, begging for mercy.

“Don’t get your hopes up!”
“I didn’t stop them for you; they need to keep to the kitchen schedule!”
“It’s almost 9:00 and breakfast can’t be open forever!” “It’s a weekday you know!”
“Now I just have to call estate security to have those guys move you again!” “face down now!”
“Like they have nothing else to do today.”
“I’m sure you’re their favorite person on this property.” Elisabeth speaks with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

“Now I’ll just use the house phone on the wall, it’s right above you!” Elisabeth –

Elisabeth, a tall trim solidly built woman, steps up on my shoulders with her black work sneakers. All the air again in my lungs is again squished out. Hummfff.

“You miss our time together?”
“We’ll have plenty of time today, and with the girls to get re-acquainted!”
-- Elisabeth chuckles

“Oh no not my head again! Please!

Elisabeth teeters with one black service sneaker grating on my neck and her other foot is grinding my hair into my scalp. She shifts and bounces up and down slightly with her weight from foot to foot. “Sorry for you, I seem to be enjoying this as well.”

Elisabeth then stands firmly, planting her feet and dials the wall phone. Her left foot is parked sideways across my neck and her right service sneaker is anchored backward on my head and ear. She waits and waits for someone to pick up on the other end. Elisabeth is now impatient. She starts twisting her grimy sneaker sole on my earlobe.

“Well that’s that!”
“I guess I’m the only one working around here today! Well’ have to try this latter”
“Oh! Never mind! “Yes this is Elisabeth. “Yes Housekeeping”
“I’m at guest lodging”
“Well.. Yes I know, but they said, Yes Jennifer said. The Ms’s Jennifer”
“Now You got it!”

More pause in the conversation, Elisabeth absentmindedly twists her sneaker on my neck sideways, pinching me nastily.

“Ok could you just send just someone with that shackle key, and we’ll just move him ourselves!”
“Your not ..” “OK I got it then! Thanks”
“F@#$ You know your one big pain to me.” -- Elisabeth

No joy here either! Elisabeth hangs up the phone hard on the wall unit. Her right foot steps off my scalp and she twists her left foot that was glued to my neck and steps down. I groan in silence again to myself.

“Well then! “I’ll see you latter! “Enjoy your morning! “Those guys won’t flip you over till after lunch!”

Elisabeth talks to me while getting her jacket and a cardboard placard from the other side of the hall.

“Their too busy to move you now.” “They said they have to drive the Ms’s and her nieces to the city”

Elisabeth walks back to me while putting on her winter jacket on and zipping it up.

“And while they’re all away, I’m going to go take some personal time!”
“You stay here nice and comfy won’t you till I get back?” - Elisabeth chuckles.

I watch her getting ready to go out, she stops just at the inside glass double door. She tacks up a sign, and then pushes out into the wind swept rain.

[pervy2]

Nice one Groundview, Just what I needed after a hard shift!

[groundview]

Thanks pervy2 for those kind words! :)

[hhhmmm]

gv:

Excellent continuation:) Thanks for the hard work!

hhhmmm:)

[groundview]

Hi HM3,
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Thanks for noticing my efforts and for you loyal support! This is my gift to all the boot and sneaker lovers out there!
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Now if just a few more of the hundreds of viewers would respond it would make my day and I could forge ahead with renewed gusto! :)

[turbs]

ok I'm ready for the next chapter. :D Love where this is going.

[groundview]

Thanks Turbs! I'm ready for my close-up CB! :)