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Ste Letto
08-10-2005, 11:00 AM
Rocky relationship

Colin raised his eyes from the map in his hands and looked at his wife sourly. Here they were alone in the wilderness and she was calling him an idiot. He knew their relationship was on rocky ground, but now he was beginning to think there was no hope. They were well into the third week of their hiking and climbing holiday and the arguments were happening more and more frequently. He'd hoped that their getting away from it all would help them rediscover their love for one another.
He looked at his wife, with her auburn hair tied back in a ponytail, her cheeks full of colour, her eyes blazing, her chest rising and falling due to her angry state and the physical exertions she'd been making. He saw how she was still attractive, slender but athletic, with good strong, nicely toned legs, and a nice ass. The sight of her, with her dark green t-shirt heaving, and her khaki shorts clinging to her ass with sweat, unmanned him. He looked down her legs, still liking the fullness of her thighs, the domes of her knees, and the curves of her calf muscles and shins. He smiled.
"What, are, you, grinning at!" Teresa shouted, punctuating the words with pauses for emphasis. Colin laughed, "You, you gorgeous angry woman you. You, you stupid cow!" She glared at him, then broke into a thin smile. "Goregous ehh?!" She asked playfully. Colin nodded, and just like that the storm between them ended. "So where the hell are we?" she asked, more reasonably.
Colin showed her the map, "We need to climb up here," he said tapping the map, "It's narrow, and slippery, but it's the only way." Teresa smiled grimly, slapped a mosquito off her arm, and nodded, "Lead on," she said at last.
Colin did lead on, carrying the larger pack on his back, the tubular aluminium frame holding a shiny blue tent plus sleeping bags. Teresa carried a smaller pack, with cooking equipment and other essentials.
After two hours of exertion they were high up, on a narrow path, when Colin slipped. The heavy pack dragged him backward. Colin felt one foot slip off the path, then the other. He shouted, but then his jaw banged a rock embedded in the path. The side of his jaw began to bleed. He slipped again and tried desperately to hold onto the ledge. He looked up, and saw Teresa putting down her pack, carefully. "Teresa," he began, but stopped as any movement threatened to send him falling to the rocky ground below. He heard Teresa chuckle.
"A gorgeous-angry woman, that's what you said," she said strangely before kicking some loose rocks over the edge. Colin felt an icicle of fear in his belly. "You had no idea how angry, or how gorgeous," she told him, kicking a little dust into his eyes.
With his eyes watering, Colin struggled to get up, but then he felt Teresa putting the sole of her hiking boot on his head and pushing down. It was all Colin could do to avoid slipping off the path completely. "I'm having an affair Colin," she told him, "with Malcolm, I'm planning on leaving you and setting up with him."
In shock, Colin watched his wife begin purposely stepping on his outstretched arms and hands. She walked across them, bouncing on her booted toes. Then turned and walked back. Colin felt fear and pain grow in equal measure. Teresa kicked his hand, and made him lose his grip. She chuckled, then kicked him in the head as he slid from the path. Teresa smiled to herself as she listened to the sounds of Colin's slide to the forest floor.
She shook her head and took a bottle of water from her pack. She took a deep drink, then she heard it. "Helllllp," a wailing cry. Colin was hurt. "He must be in shock", she thought, "He's forgotten the emergency signal on his belt. " She smirked. "I'll go down and help!" she thought.
She moved quicker going down; with only a small bag on her shoulder. She was soon stood at the foot of the path, looking at her husband casually. His legs were bent and twisted into unnatural shapes. His arms were also broken, and lacerated in many places. His right hand was a mashed and useless wreck. A fair sized rock had landed on his chest, compressing it, and Teresa understood why his cry had been so feeble and why he hadn't used the emergency signaller. She walked round him, then belt to pluck the signaller from his belt. Colin flitted in and out of consciousness.
Teresa stood by his damaged hand and smiled. "I'm afraid this is the end for you my love," she said, pressing her toe upon his mushed fingers. She began torturing his hand with her deeply treaded toe. Colin shot awake and screamed. Teresa smiled. She continued abusing his fingers, crushing them one at a time, then all together. After a while she moved her foot so she could grind down on his hand with her heel instead. The feel of the bones and skin and tendons moving, ripping and grinding beneath her booted foot delighted her. Colin screamed louder. Teresa raised her cruel foot, then stomped twice on Colin's hand as hard as she could. Incredibly, the pulped fingers twitched and flexed. She sang as she worked, "These boots were made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. Today's the day my boots are gonna stamp all over you!" All the time, she was stamping on his hand, stamping then twisting, pulping the already pulped hand to nothing. Colin screamed himself hoarse.
Teresa moved to his waist, and stood between his splayed legs. Using a knife, she cut his shorts and underwear off. She cupped his shrunken testicles and gave them a light squeeze. Colin groaned. She began scuffing her palm under his testicles and working his cock with her thumb and forefinger. Incredibly he got hard. "You always did like that didn't you," she said softly. Continuing to work his thick cock she chuckled, "I'll tell you what Colin, if you can keep from cumming in the next 100 strokes I'll get you out of there, home and safe. Okay!" Colin made a grunt she took for acceptance. "100 strokes," she said again, still working his cock and balls, "starting now."
With that she began caressing, stroking and holding his balls while pumping his cock with a nice gentle pressure and a nice steady rhythm. She counted to herself. "Do you think you can hold out?" she asked, "hmmm, do you?" Colin said nothing. She felt his balls rising up, tightening, knew he was about to cum and stopped pumping, instead she gripped below the helmet to stop him cumming. "That was close baby," she said laughing, "but I thought I'd help out. Only 70 more strokes to go." This was a lie, there should have been only 10 strokes to go but she wasn't gonna tell him that.
She worked his cock again, and again felt his orgasm coming. She knew he'd blow his load in only a few more strokes, so she picked a number to count down from. "20 baby, 19, 18, 17," she announced working his most sensitive spot. "10, 9, 8, nearly there." At 6 he came. Teresa quickly took her hands away, leaving him to cum without pleasure. She smirked to see his cock spasming, and cum running down its sides. "Ohh baby," she said, "you were doing so well. That's too bad." She chuckled as his orgasm subsided, then she brought her hand back to his testicle and squeezed hard. She squeezed harder and harder, feeling a growing warmth and wetness at her centre. She concentrated on his left testicle, squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger, making it tremble. She then squeezed his right testicle, again making it tremor in its sack.
Standing, feeling triumphant, she drew back her right leg, targeted, then kicked his cock and balls like she was kicking a football. She impacted his balls first, then his cock, threatening to tear the package from Colin's groin. Sickening pain blossomed anew in Colin's groin and abdomen. Teresa kicked him ten times, nearly making him black out. The pain was fresh and unbelievable. He kept passing in and out of consciousness.
Teresa fetched a low, flat stone and put it under her husband's abused package. She unlaced her boot, and put it to one side, then pressed the flufy socked sole of her foot on his cock and balls. She pinned his left ball below her heel and concentrated on flattening it. The pinned bollock went purple, the skin stretching taut. It throbbed its distress to Colin's already overstimulated brain. Teresa's foot wobbled, but she maintained the pressure. The skin tore, the teste touched the cold rock, it split like a hard bolied egg. Teresa shimmied her foot to the rock surface, laughing.
She slipped her boot back on, and went to stand by her dying husband's head. She removed her sock clad foot, the sock now stained by the puss and blood of his pulped testicle, and showed him the sole. Grinning, she slid off her sock and presented a long unwashed bare foot. She prodded his lips apart and slid her filthy, grimy, disgusting toes inside. She worked her foot down and in until Colin was near choking. Teresa had small, nimble feet and could have choked him if she wished. Instead, she contented herself with wiggling her toes about inside his mouth, making him clean them. Colin's tongue swept under, over and between her toes. He swallowed, grit, dirt, fluff and dead skin. He choked back crud from his wife's filthy foot as she stood and sipped pure, clean water from a bottle from her bag.
She made him suck both feet before she grew bored. With her boots back on she stepped onto his belly. She felt his guts moving underfoot and grinned to imagine the pain he must be feeling. She put one foot on the rock on Colin's chest and rocked it back and forward. Colin's already strained and pained ribcage creaked and groaned. He knew, and Teresa knew it couldn't hold up under this assault for long. Teresa smiled serenely and continued using her right leg and foot to rock the boulder on her husband's chest. Her left leg was locked straight, the sole of her boot pressing his abdomen in and down. His eyes rolled back, his teeth bared and Colin silently screamed. Teresa giggled and stepped onto the rock with both feet, adding her total weight to its. The rock cut in and down, nearly collapsing Colin's ribcage, which screamed in pain. She wondered how close it was to breaking point. How much more it would take to crack his ribs completely. She smiled, and bounced firmly on the rock. The rock dropped a good six inches, then slowly rose. Colin's face was a rictus of agony. She rested a second, then began regular bounces. Colin's ribcage began to bend alarmingly down and in. His skin tore. Bones popped free or shattered. The boulder sank into his chest. Teresa stopped bouncing on the rock and simply stood upon it, riding it. Colin gurgled, as blood came up his throat. The rock with Teresa stood happily upon it descended through Colin's chest. She bounced on it a couple of times when its progress slowed.
She stayed there until her feet were inside Colin's chest cavity. Then she chuckled. "My my," she said aloud, "I was angry," she chuckled again. "I do hope Malcolm doesn't go and make me angry," she paused, "for both our sakes!" With that she stepped off her dead husband and made her way back up the path, from where she would signal for help. She didn't even notice that as she was walking, she was whistling.

wallcrawler
08-10-2005, 9:28 PM
Well, well, well. Hello Ste :)

Long time, no see, my friend. I'm sorry to have been away for so long, as it's been difficult with my father's illness. His Parkinson's has worsened, and he had a bout with cancer on top of that. Thankfully, they caught it all earlier this year. I was wondering just how much one man could take. I hope your father is doing better, Ste.

Needless to say, I've dropped by every now and again and I must say...this story prompted me to respond. Damn that was hot. You haven't lost a step.

You've always been one of my most favorite authors. There are so many ideas running around my brain, I'd love to toss one or two of them your way...should you feel inclined. If not, no worries. It is great to see you still here and still writing.

Hope to be back for good now.

wallcrawler

Ste Letto
08-11-2005, 10:19 AM
Hi Wallcrawler,

thanks for the kind words, and the constant support.

I will say a prayer for your father's health.

Sad to say my own father's health deteriorated to a point where he could not sustain any longer and he died peacefully in February this year. As you can imagine this has taken its toll on everyone who knew and loved him.

I have a few ideas bobbing round in my head at the moment, a couple of works in progress, but thanks for the offer to toss some ideas my way.

Take care pal,

Ste

:)

Tramplemenc
08-11-2005, 11:46 AM
You write wonerful stories.. I love the more Violent one's best of all.. Thanks Again. It is nice to see you back Ste Letto.

And the best to you wallcrawler through the rough times,, take care..

wallcrawler
08-11-2005, 1:41 PM
Ste,

I'm sorry to hear that news, friend :( Your selfless offer to say a prayer for my dad, given your own grief, shows the kind of man your father raised. He would be proud.

Strange, through my father's illness(es), we've gotten marginally closer...though growing up we didn't see eye to eye on many things. Fathers and sons. Too stubborn and set in each other's ways. This illness has hidden blessings, I realize.

What's even more strange is that these stories are cathardic for me in a way. It's difficult to explain, and I'm not even sure a therapist could reach the bottom of it ;)

As always, I look forward to reading your works, Ste. As a fan of immobility, ball-busting and forced foot worship, I've come to appreciate their convergence...particularly in your stories.

Many thanks for all of your contributions.


Tramplemenc,

I appreciate the kind words, friend. Diseases like Parkinson's and cancer affects everyone's lives to some degree. It's comforting to know that one isn't alone in the struggle.

Many thanks.

wallcrawler

groundview
08-11-2005, 4:02 PM
Dear Ste Letto,

Glad to see your writing again, no doubt to how your feeling these days.

I’m sorry too hear of the loss of your dad. I know how that feels, (18 years ago my dad) but with time it helps a little. Very little.


PS. I’m not going hiking with you anytime soon. :)

strange_man
08-11-2005, 6:23 PM
Thank you very very much, Ste Letto. Your dreams must be filled with the same stuff as mine.

One day when work is not so crazy I will repay the favour and submit some dark stories I have been promising myself to commit to the written word.

wallcrawler
09-04-2005, 11:12 AM
Hey there Ste :)

What do you say we give Teresa an encore? Perhaps she could have Malcolm dispose of Colin's body...unwittingly setting him for the murder...his fingerprints everywhere.

Ahhh...but how about a sexy double cross? Teresa and her sexy bisexual girlfriend then dispose of Malcolm, so there are no more loose ends. How would they do this, you might ask?? :D

Trampling. Face standing. Brutal ballbusting by their feet(soles/toes preferred). Nasty, forced foot worship (my personal favorite). And of course, immobility through any number of ways. Mummification. Paralysis by accident. Stroke. Injection. You name it.

She was just so violent, sexy and cruel...what can I say? I think I'm in love... ;)

wallcrawler

Ste Letto
09-05-2005, 1:19 PM
You know, in some ways, we're like fetish twins:D

No promises, but, I do like your ideas.

That mention of paralysis by injection, works for me:cool:

Ste Letto
09-06-2005, 9:29 AM
You know, in some ways, we're like fetish twins

No promises, but, I do like your ideas.

That mention of paralysis by injection, works for me:)

wallcrawler
09-06-2005, 1:04 PM
Many thanks, "brother". :)

Through your writings, I'm under the impression you're English, Ste. If I'm mistaken, I apologize. But if you are, perhaps I'm more like your counterpart here in the States? :D

There were plenty other details I left out, buddy, but I wanted to keep it simple. My enthusiasm tends to get the better of me quite a bit and I ramble on and on and on when offering them.

I understand the need for time and inspiration, Ste. It's flattering to know you even care for the ideas. Don't worry, I have no expections, though. I appreciate you taking the time to respond.

wallcrawler

wallcrawler
09-08-2005, 8:41 AM
Oh...sorry I forgot to slide this in the post, Ste.

It was just a slight expansion to the previous suggestions that you may or may not care for. Nothing major. Just a touch of irony, I suppose.

Malcolm and Teresa laughing about what she did to Colin. For example, while Teresa is laughing about Colin's facial expressions or noises he was making while she was kicking his nuts to nothing, Malcolm is cringing and laughing as well...commenting on how that would have to suck. Or further have Teresa describe how she made him clean her feet and how that made her feel (still amused, of course). Malcolm, still oblivious, cringes at how disgusting that would be, but still ends up making Colin the butt of their jokes. Too bad for that dipshit, he thinks, while laughing and lusting at the site of Teresa.

Once injected, not only is he betrayed, but is about to experience Colin's fate, but to a further extent. Especially when you throw in Teresa's sexy bi-girlfriend. It's even more amusing for Teresa this time around.

One last word about the injection, should that still appeal. Love the thought that it causes paralysis, obviously, leaving him defenseless. But perhaps it could contain other properties? Such as affecting his vocal cords (faint whispers instead of screams, barely audiable studdering instead of normal speech, etc.) Things the girls can make fun of. And maybe the injection also heightens his senses? That way the kicks are more brutal...the pasting more overwhelming. The taste and smell of their feet more disgusting, etc.

I tried to contain myself, Ste. Hope those ideas, though in a bit more detail, still have some appeal.

As always, I look forward to hearing from you. And most certainly, I'm always anticipating your next work, regardless of content.

wallcrawler

wallcrawler
11-02-2005, 8:07 AM
Encore? Encore? :(

wallcrawler

Ste Letto
11-08-2005, 7:44 AM
hi chum
don't be glum
something will come
featuring foot or bum
hi diddly dum
trum trum
trum trum.

I think I've gone mad!

wallcrawler
11-08-2005, 12:00 PM
Greetings ol' pal,
Your prose's a howl,
A sign of more talent and wit.
Can't help but wonder,
What influence you're under,
And where do you get all this shit?! ;)

Good to hear from you, buddy. :D Thanks for the reply, Ste. Certainly looking forward to an encore...of the forced foot worship, sort. But then again, I can't seem to recall anything you've written that I didn't like.

Hope to hear from you soon :)

wallcrawler

wallcrawler
01-10-2006, 8:45 PM
Hiya Ste :)

Hope the holidays and New Year were good to you, friend. I was just curious if you had given any thought to continuing this brutal tale or if Malcolm gets to have Teresa all to himself?! ;)

Don't mean to be pushy, Ste. It's just I really enjoyed this one and would love to read even a one chapter continuation of such a sexy and dominant woman.

Always look forward to hearing from you, buddy.

wallcrawler

Ste Letto
01-11-2006, 11:10 AM
Ahh Wallcrawler my old pal,

the holidays were OK, not great, some problems, don't wanna get into it here because it's ongoing and a bit depressing.

That aside, I've recently changed jobs, and free time in the office is limited. Naughtily, I used to write stuff on the computer at work, saving it to a floppy disk with a really boring name like "Letter 12-12-05" or something. I still play around with ideas, but there is nothing on the go at the moment.

I liked this one, although I don't know how people react to extreme violence. I hope they recognise the difference between fantasy and reality. To fantasise about being killed by a beautiful woman after suffering hellishly is to use hyperbole to maximise a concept, e.g. dominance. To desire it is something else. I am a pseudo-masochist. I like the idea, but I can't stand pain.

wallcrawler
01-11-2006, 3:53 PM
Ste :)

You wouldn't happen to have needed to look for new employment due to "Letter 12-12-05" finding its way into the company Power Point meetings, would you?!? ;)

Thanks for responding, pal. And no worries about when, if at all, this story continues. I understand what you mean about recognizing the difference between fantasy and reality. My own personal tastes in my day to day life have little in common with my fantasies and vice versa.

For example, I've never been kicked in the nads as hard as what I care to read about...nor would I ever want to for that matter! But admittedly, when "playfully" wrestling with a woman, it does happen LIGHTLY...and is enjoyed from the perspective of my getting aroused by sexy, dominant women. Even the threat can be a turn on. But I fully understand it is role playing at heart.

It's the same with the foot fetish I have. Even though I find all of a woman attractive, there is something about their feet which drives me crazy. I have worshiped them clean and nasty, willing and forced...but my suggestions regarding many aspects of foot domination are things I have never personally been involved in.

Clearly, being tortured and eventually killed in such a manner is nothing I would care to have happen to me in the real world...or anyone else, for that matter. They are stories, much like any of the inventive ways such things are published in countless books or shown in countless movies. Fantasizing about a sexy, cruel dominant woman is okay...even one so violent...but when it crosses the line into reality, those that can't make that distinction are in need of serious psychological counseling.

It's been a concern for many regarding violent books, movies, video games and the like. Personally, I think most of the general population knows what's right and wrong. What's real and what isn't. Most of those violent forms listed above, whether realistic or not, lack one glaring quality: consequences. But that is an email for another time...

Hope 2006 is a good one for you, Ste. Better than your holidays, anyway. If you ever decide to pick up the pen again, I'll be glad to read it.

wallcrawler