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this is a story from_http://www.geocities.com/foottales,i dont remember ever seeing this story here,and it is one of my favorite storys:hope its allright to post storys from this site,if not ,administrators just delete it!!here goes-Lawyer in contempt of court:
The young man arrived home that day to find something very unusual in his mail box. It was a letter that had the return address of the company he had just won a lawsuit for a few months back. It read: Dr Mr. Carter: Thank you so much for helping us win our case against the designer thieves back in december. Now we want to repay you. First, the weather is getting a bit warmer with spring coming on. So, we would like to get you a new suit ready! That right! We want to give you new suit. Now the pattern is going to be a suprize. So all you have to do is send us your measurements and we will get started on it right away! Also! We want to invite you on a cruise on our company yaght that we bought with the settlement that you helped us get. Just show on peer 23 in the Sand Over Sand Marina in San Francisco on the 18th of May. Be there at 8 am! Don't disapoint us, and we wont disapoint you! Truglinee' Designers P.S. Don't forget your headband measurement too.

His eyes bugged out! Wow! This was going to be fun! He had always wanted to go on a cruise on one of those beautiful yaghts. This was great!

So he picks up his coat and runs out to his BMW and drives to his taylor.

Jack, I need you to take my measurements immediately! After finishing, Jack naturally wanted to know why he was in such a hurry to take his measuremnts. Mr. Carter told him it was none of his business and to keep his questions to himself. Then on his way out of the store, Carter dropped a five dollar bill on the floor at Jack's feet. That elicited a curse from Jack.

On his way home Carter stuffed the return envelope with his measurements and jotted on the back that he would be there. He had a boyish grin on his face.

That night he got to thinking about that case the company had written him about. A group of eight women had created a design that took off like a flash. They were making pretty good money at it too. Greg Carter had a good reputation for being able to get the job done. He could beat any case. And he was absolutely ruthless in the court room. For a price. He was a member of "sleeze law", a common term used to describe lawyers that robbed from the poor to give to the rich. And Greg Carter was as good as they come. His reputation had gotten him many cases. With each case his reputation got better and worse. This case was the appitomy of his career. Truglinee' approached him one sunny July afternoon and presented him with a dossiare' on these eight women. Thier designs and how successful it had become. And they wanted it. And they wanted Greg Carter to get it for them. And they didn't care what he had to do to get it. He just had to get it for them. The rest is history. The next couple of months went by fairly quickly for Greg. He won two more cases. One was a major metropolitin police department that had beaten some guy half to death. As it were the guy was some transient that was just too damned unlucky to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course, Greg won the case for the police. The transient went to jail and a group of overly violent cops got to keep thier jobs and prowl the street another day. Bet then, that was Greg Carter. He always got the job done.

Greg pulled up in and parked next to the office. He got out and went inside the office and asked the manager where to find peer 23. After the manager pointed in the appropiate direction Greg gave the guy a hundred bucks and told him not to let anything happen to his brand new BMW 725i.

Greg locked his car after grabbing his overnight bag then headed for pier 23. He had no idea this was going to be his last stroll...

As he reached the boat his eyes fell upon a banner that read: "Welcome Greg Carter! Come on Board!" Greg crossed the gangway onto the deck of the yaght. As he came onto the boat he looked around. It was one hell of a nice boat! About a hundred foot long. The whole damned thing was pearly white. It was beautiful. This was going to be one nice cruise he thought.

As he walked around the weather deck he was checking the doors. Most all of them were locked. Peering in windows he could make out no activity. It didn't appear that anyone was here. Greg continued walking until he reached the fan tail. The ship was docked bow in, so he had a nice view of the gulf Pacific back here. Suddenly he was grabbed from behind! Then a needle was shoved into his neck! Shortly his conciousness began to wane. His world swam and he blacked out.
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Greg awakened to find he was staring at himself! He was very disoriented. He worked on clearing his thoughts. Suddenly he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He tried to move. He was bound! He couldn't move. Worse, he realized he was flat on his back and totally naked! And he was in some kind of rubber body cast. The damned body cast had a damned firm hold on him. It went from head to toe covering all but the front of his body and face. He began taking a closer look at himself in the mirror that he now realized was on the ceiling. He was strapped down onto the floor of what appeared to be a cargo bay. The straps were the orange cargo types. "Damn! I'm in the cargo bay!" he said. "Thats right, you are Mr. Carter." Said a seething female voice from above his head. Greg tried to see where the voice was coming from, but like the rest of him. His head was held tight also. He grunted in frustration. "Well I see you are starting to come around. Good." Said the voice. Greg watched her come into view as she was speaking to him. "Do you remember the case that you won for Truglinee'?" He looked up at her towering figure. She was beautiful! Then confusion crossed his face. "Of course thats why I am here." He said emphasizing the I am. "I won that case against those stupid broads for this company." He smiled up at her and she was smiling back. "This is some kind of a joke right?" He said looking around the room as he said it. "Oh no. This is no joke Mr Carter." She said still smiling. Then her smile twisted into a scowl. "You see, I am one of those stupid broads!" She shouted at him. His eyes rivited on hers in total suprize. "What? Your crazy! This the company's yaght! They sent the letter to me over two months ago! Come on! Lets quit messing around, I want to get off this boat. This ain't funny no more!" The woman was smiling at him again. "Oh I am afraid that is quite impossible Mr. Carter. You see, we are out to sea right now. About 50 miles out." She waited for his reaction like a cat waits for a mouse to make it first move. When he didn't reply she continued. "That letter you recieved was from us 'dumb broads' as you so eloquently put it. The return address was our new PO box number. So you see, we have been playing you for a sap since you f-cked us over that court room!" By the time she had finished the sentence she was seething again. "Now you are going to pay buster!" She was getting angry at this point. Greg was starting to get scared as all of this was sinking in. "Oh sh-t!" he thought to himself. "I had no idea..." he stammered. "Shut up you big bad f-cking lawyer! I don't want to hear it!" She kicked him in the side of the head as she strode out of the room. Greg lay there in terror. Here was trapped on a ship with at least one woman who had who knows what planned for him. He began struggling desperately to get free. But his rubber body cast was solid hard rubber. He was in there for sure and the was no getting out. His mind swam in terror. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he heard foot steps approaching. And there was more thatn one set of feet. As a matter of fact there were a lot of people coming! Hope began to rise in his chest. "I am rescued!" He thought. He started screaming for help. "Oh thank God! Hurry up and get me out of this thing! There is a crazy woman on board!" "Shut up worm!" It was the woman who had left earlier! Greg knew he was doomed. Then he heard a new sound. It was rollers rolling over a metal deck. Something heavy. Then it came into view.

It was a big set of paralell bars. It rolled over top of him just missing him by inches. The casters it was set upon were elevated about a foot. In the center of the bars platform was an oval hole about six foot at its longest dimention. The longest dimention was paralell with the bars. He knew immediately that the hole was there to accomidate him. Then they began lowering it in place. He heard cranking noises as it began to lower. His mind began to envision what was about to happen to him. They were going to trample on him! He was mortified! He was trapped and they were going to humiliate and probably kill him! He had already figured that pleading with these people was going to do no good. They had went to a lot of expence and preparation for this. Besides, he had his pride. And he wasn't going to beg! Once they had the platform in place he heard buckles being fastened. The platform was being locked into place. When they had finished, the platform was even with his body and the bars wer paralell to him head to toe. Greg decided to say one more thing before what he knew was coming. "Look, you don't have to do this. I am a rich man. I can pay you all of the money you lost to Truglinee'" He heard an immediate responce. "This isn't about the money anymore Greg. It is about our rights. You trampled all over them. And to make it simple, WE are going to trample you." She stepped up onto the platform and stood over his head. "You are going to know pain and suffering like you didn't know was possible. I want you to meet my seven colleges" She said the last sentence as she guestured with her arm. Greg recognised all of them immediately! They were all in the court room at one time or another. They were all very beautiful women. "You see Greg, we are going to make an example out of you. We are going to video tape this entire event." With that all of them slipped on masks. Ok girsl, lets get this over with. I don't expect handsome to last more than two hours." Her bare feet were suddenly crushing into his face! Then he was struggling to breath as all of the women found a place to stand on him. Then they started marching in place all of them holding onto a paralell bar. All of they're bare feet were crushing and neading the life right out of him. Gregs mind swirled in pain but he thought he didn't think he was going to last two hours.
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here is the rest of the story,sorry it has taken me so long to post it...
Re: A Lawyer Gets Held in Contempt of Foot. Part 2 (NEW 10/5) Sunday, 05-Oct-97 05:30:26
His ribs and insides were begginning to strain in explosions of pain as the trampling soles crushed the very soul out of him. He was screaming for them to stop. His screams were sounding more like an animal bleat than a humans' plea. But the cruel soles did not stop. They continued to march on his body. He was desperate to escape. But there was no escape! He was trapped and being trampled like grapes in a wine press. His screams echoed throughout the cargo bay. Then suddenly, the cruel feet stopped thier assault. All of the women stepped off of his body. He hurt terribly all over. His moaning was gurgled by the hoarsness of his throat. He tenatively opened his eyes to see what was going to happen next. He knew that there was no way two hours could have elapsed. Maybe it did, but it felt more like ten or fifteen minutes. The first thing he beheld was his original tormenter. She was standing on either side of his head and looking down at him. "How was that doormat? Did you enjoy that?" He didn't respond. He did glare at her with raging hatred. His pride still would not allow him to show weakness. He spat at her. His spittle contained the blood of his cut lips where her hard bare heel had cruelly crushed it against his teeth time and time again. The spittle hit the inside of her left leg and began to run down it. "You will pay for that you son of a bitch!" She screamed. Her hard callussed heel plumeted onto his nose! She tranfered her weight to her heel and began to grind his nose out like a cigarette butt. The pain was excrutiating! His nose gave way almost immediately. The hard carlage that made the bridge of his nose made a soft cruch sound as it broke. Once again he began to bleat. Then as the blood from his ruined nose began to flow down his throat, his screams sounded more like a pathetic gargle. But still the cruel foot would not relinquish. She continued to grind and grind some more. "Are you going to spit on me again you son of a bitch?!?" She screamed down at him. He managed a no. Then the pressure released his nose as she raised her foot. His eyes were blurred with the tears of agony. He sobbed loudly. Trying to look up into the face of his tormenter. He said "I sorry, I will not ever do that again. Can I go now please?" His words were broken by his sobs. He couldn't see her face now. It was still covered by the mask that he and the other girls had put on. The masked head was now shaking as she tsked at him. "You don't seem to understand what is going on here Mr. Carter. We are going to trample you to death." She said matter of factly. He tried to shake his head and began to sob again. "I promise, I will never harm anyone again if you will just let me go. Please don't kill me." His sobs were beginning to wrack his body. He coughed a couple of times and his spittle was thick with the blood from his now broken nose. "No Mr. Carter, you see. That is not an option. You will be trample to death here today. Or maybe I will let you last untill tomorrow. I haven't decided yet. But now you are at our mercy like we were at yours. Were you merciful when you were taking our lives apart in that court room? Then how in the holy hell can you expect us to be merciful with you?!?" The last sentence was sreamed with the rage of over due revenge. "You are going to f-cking pay you asshole! And you are going to pay dearly!" She was shaking with rage at this point. With visible effort she was getting ahold of herself. "Now, I am going to introduce you to a whole bunch of women." She looked down at him as expecting him to plead again. Then with the agility of a cat she stepped over onto his chest and turned to look in his face agian. Her movements painfully pulled at his chest hairs. He wailed in pain which brough a look of satisfaction from her. Once she had her balance on his chest she said to him in a soft voice. "You see, you not only screwed us. But you also screwed about fifty women out of thier jobs." She gave that a moment to sink in. "Thats right. We had to lay off all of those hard working people because of the lost design patents. Well guess what. We got thirty five of them to show up. Isn't that nice?" She said the last sentence with mock sweetness. Greg was in despair. He began to think back on moments in his life. He though about everyone he had screwed over for the sake of his salary and kickbacks. Here he was, only a thirty eight year old man. And now it was over. He felt like the Scrroge in the Christmas Carol. But unlike Scrooge, there was going to be no second chance for himself. He was going to die an agonizing and torcherous death under the mercilessly trampling feet of at least fourty women. He bagan to sob again. He had learned his lesson only too late. He heard the women begin to come into the room. There was muted conversation and some giggling. Then the woman standing on his chest turned around and faced the crowd and began giving them a speech. "This is the asshole that cost you your jobs. He is also responsible for the loss of countless other jobs in the past. You see, this dirtbag is a corperate lawyer. He has worked hard to make the rich richer and the poor to be more of an under dog." The crowd was rivited. "But today, he is the under dog. Thats right! He is the floor that we walk on!" The last statement brought a cheer from the crowd and they began applauding. Greg was mortified. "So ladies, I want all of you to take off all of your footwear. Because today is the day of revenge!" More cheering. "I want all of you to form a line leading up to this paltform." Greg heard numerous shoes hitting the floor. Then the faint static crackle of socks. Then to his horror shuffling feet. He was doomed. His sobbing grew deeper until he was crying in dispair. "Listen to the worm cry! He deserves to be no less than a floor beneath your feet. Well ladies guess what!" She paused a moment for effect. "We are going on a hike!!!" With that there were murmers and more conversation. She raised her arms for silence. "If some of you don't have the stomach for this, then you can leave now. But if you want to get the revenge that is due this bastard for not only the loss of you jobs but the loss of so many more of innocent peoples lively hoods. Then step forward and take your revenge!!!" She was screaming. Soon the crowd was too. "Well do it!" and "Crush the worm!" Was eminating from the crowd. Once again she raise her arms for silence. Once she had thier attention she began speaking in conspirical tone. "Now we don't want him to flatten him out right away. We want to make him live out the last hours of his miserable life in agony." There we murmers of agreement from the crowd. "So what I want you to do is just walk normally on him. Don't stomp or kick him, OK?" Again there were murmers of agreement from the crowd. "So what are we waiting for ladies?" The crowd was getting anxious. They were talking excitedly and pushing to get on the platform. "Now wait, when we begin, which will be in just a minute." She looked over her shoulder at him with cold malice in her eyes. Turning back to the crowd she continued. "Once you start I want you to form a circle and just keep coming around. I want an endless chain of women walking on him." Once again the crowd was rivited. So without further delay..." She stepped painfully on his broken nose as she turned around and got off of the platform. He winced in pain as the tears flowed. The with out warning the feet were coming up his body from his feet up. He was being trampled. The sensation of pain and alternating preasures as the feet continually sought and stepped all over every part of his body was over welming. No part of his body escaped thier notice. His sanity was leaving him! The trampling did not stop or relent. The cruel feet of the revenge bent women sought out the most tender parts of his body. His lips and nose were cruelly twisted under the full weight of obese women. His groin was constantly assaulted. His was a world of torcherous agony. He pleaded and begged for it to stop. But to no avail. For more than two hours they trampled him. His body had turned black and blue from the cruel beating it had taken. They don't know how long he had been dead before they got tired and decided to stop. On his puffed face was an expression of resignation and relief.

The End