The Object - A Short Fictional Story

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Preface –
At the binging of the summer, I had promised Mistress Sara a story of a guy being used as a platform by others, but life has a way of interjecting itself into the best laid (pun intended) plans.

So with much delay and re-writes here is my contribution to our little community.

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The Object
By Groundview

A Short Fictional Story

It was 8 o'clock in the evening. I drove to the up-scale neighborhood where Abigail, the woman on the phone described. I parked the car on corner of a shady tree-lined block. As I walked to the address, I was getting nervous with excitement. I then came to 1164, it was a spacious home, it had a big front yard a circular drive, a flag stone path leading in a round-a-bout way to the front door, a silver gray BMW was in the back of the house, parked in front of the two car garage.

I walked up the path to the front door hesitantly, almost wanting to go back home, it’s not every day I do this but I decided to go on with it, I needed some spice in my ho hum life. I was now at to the double front doors, I pushed the button for the doorbell. A musical set of chimes answered and then the front door’s two foyer lights quietly snapped on. Several heavy sounding dead bolt locks were heard releasing and then one of the double doors swung open.

A tall 30 something woman appeared, at the front door dressed in a faded college sweatshirt, pants, and old scuffed up white high heels.

Are you Jim, the woman spoke. I said yes! So I handed her the ad from the lifestyles section. “Oh! Good she said, I’m so glad your here! Come on in!”

She opened the door wider so that I could go inside past her.
I stepped into her hallway, I could see her home; it is a modern home with gray-slate steps leading upstarts, and down starts, to the multilevel area’s of the house.

"Come on into the living room, Jim!” Sit down on the couch so that we can get better acquainted,” she said. I sat down as she had asked and waited for her to start talking. She kept flexing her ankle, I watched intently as her old white high heel shoe, was in constant movement.

"I'm glad you decided to come, you sounded a little hesitant on the phone.
I looked around at the modern spacious digs, a fieldstone wall with set-in fireplace, vaulted ceilings, expensive art, way more than I could afford even with two life times of work.

Nice place you have here! I timidity said to her.

“Thank you”

So how come you can afford such a set-up, I pointedly asked her?"

“Well. I'm a commodities trader.” Abigail said boasting.

"I have a lot of free time after 3 O'clock."

Humm That's good. I said in reply, sorry to say, but it's too bad since most night's I work till eight. Next she asked,

“Well If you come and work for me as my social assistant you can give up your day job.” Smirking as she talked. (Fancy title for male house maid as she advertised for in the paper)

Abigail then pressed her white shoe’s pointed toe against my leg.

“And how would you classify your sexual tendencies?” Abigail asking again.

You seem to keep looking at my feet.

I was shocked she asked such a question and I meekly decided to be truthful to her!

Well… I love feet. She smiled a coy smile.

“Well I see I’ll be getting frequent foot rubs.” “I’ll be adding that to your Job description.” Hummmm.

"Well then do you want to see the rest of my home and what your expected to do here?” Abigail asked?

“Yes please.”

“My X, designed this home, he was into some kinky stuff.” “But you’ll see.”

I was starting to race with my mind on the possibilities as I walked behind her, looking at her nice rounded ass pounding down, and her athletic strong legs, balanced on her old white 3” heels that thudded, as she marched along on the hard wood floors.

Next we walked up stairs, at Abigail’s insistence, she showed me the a few of the rooms, nothing too special. Then she showed me master bedroom, the private white marble bathroom with sauna. In the master bedroom itself, she had all white rugs, and furnishings a large bass bed, under a wall mirror in the center of the room.

“Abigail quickly pointed out.” “All these rooms need to be kept very clean since I do a lot of entertaining, and my girlfriends frequently stay over at a moments notice.”

“I like your brass bed, nice!”

“Make sure it stays polished.” Abigail quickly said.

“Come in here!” She called to me from her master bedroom's closet.

It was a walk through closet; in there were rows of stage clothing, racks of upon racks shoes old shoes and new shoes, new boots and old dirty boots. I could spend all my free time in here, just cleaning them in my special way.

“See my fun equipment.” “I'm well stocked!” Abigail said, smirking."

“I also have this extra special room back here and it’s out of the way!”

She asked me to come to the shorter side of the master closet. Against the back wall was a lever that Abigail then pulled down. One wall slid opened along the sidewall. A door just swung forward, just like in one of those old Horror Movies, a secret room. In the secret room along the walls, was the stuff used in test chambers to absorb sounds. We both walked into the room. On the side of the chamber was a large picture window and one could look back into the master bedroom.

In this chamber room was a large up-right frame that could pivot up or down, with handcuffs at the top of the frame for the hands and near the base were steel cables with locking manacles for the feet.

“What you have in mind!” “Torture?” I asked halfheartedly, but well afraid of the answer. “Well at first yes!” “My X wanted this to be used on me.”

“But I had a few ideas for him.” Abigail excitedly spoke! There’s several things all not including torture that could be done to a victim.

“I used to be a Radio City Rocket, a dancer in my younger days.”
“I could show you by tap dancing on your chest!”

That would probably kill me.
Yea! But you would die happy boy! Abigail mused.

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Or how about this! I could chain you up, and I could just stand on you until you tell me to stop! She laughs. Abigail then pulls out a bottle of Champaign, from the mini fridge in the room, with two glasses.

“Let’s drink a toast to your new position here.” O.K.! Abigail cheery replied.

“Great” I clinked my glass with hers and downed the dry Champaign quickly, and held out my glass for another refill. I didn’t get the chance to drink another one; I got very dizzy and let go of my glass. I watch fall slowly to the floor.
Then I felt woozy and I followed the glass to the floor with my own body, free falling, as the lights dimmed out.

I awoke naked and very groggy. I was chained now to her frame. It was in it’s horizontal position. My arms were stretched out tightly above my head, my legs… chained to the bottom of the rack, giving me a great view of her high beam covered ceiling.

“Oh it’s too tight I called out to her.”

I want It tight, it has to be tight for the full effect! Abigail said sternly.

“But here’s a comfy pillow for you!”

Abigail then pulled my hair from the back of my head to raise my head up.
She then placed a soft, but mothball scented pillow, under me.

Abigail was watching me from behind the post for a little time, like a cat sizing up it’s pray. O.k. now that your legs and hands are done up right, and some pain has set in it's time for my fun to begin.

“What are you going to do too me!” I yelled at her!

“You'll just have to wait and see.” Abigail said, as she walked slowly out of the room, smiling as if she was a cat, and I her mouse.

When she came back, about a half hour later, she was changed from her sweat suit outfit. She had on gray pressed pants almost down to the floor and rising up to her slim waist. A thick dark green sweater with long sleeves met her slim waist. She quickly walked to the rack. To the handle and turned it’s rusty wheel back, a few more heavy notches, my leg chains pulled more tightly, the tension on my arms and legs held my limbs suspended outward above the wooden frame.

Ahhhhhhh! I yelled!! Stop! Please Stop! It’s way too tight!!

She then suddenly stepped up on me. At the bottom of her pants leg I got a glimpse that she was wearing shinny silver colored baby Jane tap shoes.
They had 2 1/2inch thick square looking heels and sharp metal tap soles, with thin ankle straps and worn squared toes. Her shoes looked old and beat-up.
But her gray pants covered her heels making a striking heels only pant’s leg picture.

She placed each of her sized nine shoes sideways on my stomach. The silhouette of her stance was very spectacular. Her full 140 pounds plunged deeply into me. I could only see the tops of her squared off toes as my stomach sank quickly down around her shoe. With aroma of her old dance workout leather shoes I was hard in no time.

I tried to take it and be quiet, but I grunted as her weight pressed down squashing into me. Ahuumff!

Abigail then placed her left foot on my now flexing penis and pressed firmly down with her shockingly cold metal tap sole. “Ahhh I flinched.”

I looked up at her, as my face was contorted with pain from her weight, pain from my arms being pulled even more from their sockets, as her body weight added to my extremities load.

She looked down at me and said; I can bear down on you like this for hours, I’m in shape, are you? As she twisted her wide two inch hard metal capped heel into me.

“A cold shudder went through my body”

Abigail then shifted all of her body weight to my throbbing penis and placed the right sole of her moldy smelling leather tap shoe directly on my face. It's cold metal's tap sole pressed tightly against my mouth, as I smelled it's stained under sole. Years of sweat filled rehearsals, and dusty New York dance studios, I tasted its metallic taps aluminum flavor, as its worn raised metal taps rubbed and pressed sternly against my face.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Abigail's thick right silver heel poised and angling up and down as her strong looming slender sun tanned ankle, applied constant pressure to my cheek and cracking nose.

She then took her right foot off of my face and placed it on my chest, right under my chin, as I struggled to breath.

"The next move I'll take is to choke you! Abigail announced gleefully!

Her hard shoe’s heel to sole gap, saddled on my throat as her pants leg draped next on my face. I was being slowly strangled by a strong perfumed leg.

How's that! Abigail said menacingly. As she lifted her other foot up, for maximum effect. I was being strangled and pulled apart at the same time.

GURGLE. I can't feel! Gurgle. I tried to talk!

"Can you feel this?” Abigail smiled coyly, as she shifted all her weight more on my neck! I was gagging out loud. She then shifted her weight back, and then quickly and suddenly once again before I passed out.

She leaned back and twisted her foot from side to side down hard on my penis and then rested her whole shoe on my shaft and with it's metallic caped heel deeply buried against the side my nuts.

Mind numbing pain shot up to my head, while I was lost in the smell of her perfume. Abigail moved again and placed her other hard shoe on my chest, and as her weight shifted again I saw stars as her heel’s sharp metal edges tried to dig a mound of skin on my chest.

The pain was from my crotch excruciating, but strangely warm. I could not roll up into a ball as I usually do to pass the pain away, the steel shackles, cut into my ankles and held me firm, as if I myself was a rope. The manacles for my hands, cut into me as well. Some of the feeling came back to my rod as I quickly came all over myself, and shaking in a hot rush.

She then pressed down more powerfully. My rod became numb as her body shifted back in my view and her weight was more focused. Abigail had a glow of pleasure about her, she had a faint smile, as I was in deep and powerful agony.

“Too much, Ahhh!” I yelled again. Abigail smiled down on me, with her concentrating eyes and face.

Abigail then placed both of her silver heeled tap shoes on both sides of my balls, with my penis in a cold embrace of her hard leather heels and cold metal soles.

I yelled! I begged for her to stop. Abigail then smiling, squatted down on her two bent knees, but she was careful not to move her crushing feet. She leaned forward and started to rip along my chest with her sharp red fingernails.

"Not to good, your body, that is!" You need to work-out more, as she slapped my face several times, one harder than the next.

“Not too good at all!” “Not good at all! “at all.”

"But after I get done with you, they could think your chest was a red welcome mat in a bus station!"

She again squeezed her thick shoes together with my penis in the middle, as she raised herself up, while bearing her full weight down on her sharp edged heels.

“Yes there's no place like home!” “there's no place like home!”

She said, as she clicked her stage heels firmly together with my poor member in the middle, repeatedly saying those famous words while on me.

“I yelled out to her with no avail, no more, please, no more!” Abigail smiled, a cheery smile!

“You know no one can hear you don't you!” “Scream some more, It’s music to me.”

Her shinny silver toes spring up and down on my body as her pants covering her hidden heels plunged down once more into my throbbing crotch.

She then pushed her left shoe's sweat, and now scum wetted sole into my face, its drenched tap metal now covered with my body sweat and active scents.

The odor of her shoe in my face was revolting, as my now liberated, but numb dick, was able to leak it's remaining works off once more. She then shifted her stance, as her shoulder jerked quickly down to force her right side of her body to drill once again more solidly into me.

She wobbled her right foot from side to side as her hidden shaft of her shoe's 1/2" square heel probed in on my pelvis area. I shrilly yelled to her to stop!

I pleaded to her; "Just stand there and let me enjoy your appearance, but don't dig your heels into me any more! I Just can't take it!

“Funny when were you in charge of giving orders”
I looked at her, I knew it was coming to this.

“That’s ‘the object’ of all of this! “You don’t have any say!”
“You’re here for my pleasure and not yours.” Abigail smiled.

She then removed her left shoe from my face and placed her thick metallic sole firmly and then directly down on my rod. She then shifted her body so her weight was equal on both feet. Her right foot was then resting just by my right testicle. The dull warm pain was overwhelming, her tall sultry body rising up from me made my shaft get hard all over again from under her provocative enticing slightly raised toe.

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Now but with her impersonal cold firm foot on my tender member I had no where to expand. Abigail's rigid stance on my penis was overwhelming, her 140 lbs long legged look. Her gray pants rising up to her slim waist, her dark green sweater showed off her large firm breasts, her hidden sharp shinny shoes grinding my rod to mush beneath her soft looking clothing.

Abigail's metal tap soles, I knew she had one foot on my dick as her constant side to side wriggling massaged me into passing out in painful ecstasy.

I smelled her shoes old moldy perfume waft over to me. Her not so high heels furthered to my torment, I was exploding from under this women's ladylike foot. I watched this tall and stunning woman grind me as if I was mashed potato with her vintage silver stage shoes.

Her shoes were designed to give pleasure to a select audience. I guess that's what they were doing just to me.

"Had enough of a look!" Abigail said impatiently, as she then stepped off of my swollen member, and placed both of her feet onto the hard wood floor. I then trembled after a dry release. She then walked up next to my face placing both of silver shoes next to my side.

"I'm getting tired of this, I'm going down stairs to get a bite to eat." As she said that, she danced a little shuffle on the hard sounding wood floor.

Ckickity-Klack, Ckickity-Klack, Ckickity-Klack

She was almost kicking me as she tap danced down along side my body.

"Want anything before I go?"

"Maybe you can un-chain me?" I asked her.

"No... Not now! I want your pain to seep into you for a little while longer."

"That way you'll miss me when I'm gone!"

She then quickly skipped out of the room, snapping her tap soles loudly on the floor. After she left the room I tried to reach the post next to my head.
No way to move anything, I was cinched up tight!

More of a dull dread feeling grew in my gut. Tried to talk myself, to relax, that I’ll get though this situation. I’ll recover, the pain that she put on my body was beginning to numb away. Then what seemed to be about an hour passed. Abigail came back happily into the room.

"I see you haven't left. Did you enjoying the show I gave to you!" Abigail asked. Are you now rested for Act II.

"Well the wait is over.” “Look at these shoes I got for you."

Abigail then hiked her pants leg up to so that I could see her new footwear. She had on black patent leather shinny shoes with narrow 3 1/2" heels.
The shoes had worn dirty grayed leather soles.

“See I wear these shoes on Wall Street, I make more money in a month in these shoes than you will see in your pathetic lifetime.”

“Lick the sole of your superior, lick my shoe! Lick it now!

Abigail raised her left shoe over my tortured face. I was afraid to refuse her, and I licked her putrid gray and now wet slimy sole. I hoped nothing too bad would happen to me, as grit and dirt washed around my mouth and crackled on my teeth. She then removed her foot and repositioned herself.

She then placed her right foot down on my pelvis; her heel was angled above my penis. She then stood up on her shoe, placing her foot flat down, her heel spiking into my sensitive member. The pain was awful as she ground her heel into me. Abigail then started to stroke my penis with her left foot's free shoe. Its wet slimy leather sole was rubbing strongly over my hardening penis. It made me painfully stiff once more.

Her slim heel was once again carefully raised over my rod as to threaten me; she was going to slice into it!

"How's that! she asked as she peered back from the rack’s post with a sneaky smile, not really wanting an answer.

She then stepped up on me and with her right foot and rubbed it with a heavy twisty motion against my bear chest as if to give me teases too come.

Her perfumed leather smelling shoes with her foot probing against me, made me want to come again, but I had been spent out. I slowly passed out under this her heavy standing weight as she just stood there, slowing crushing the guts out of me.

When I awoke, I found myself still naked in her master’s bedrooms brass bed.
My hands were now tied down by some hospital style restraints to the bed frame.

"Had a nice rest!" Abigail ask sweetly.

"Oh am so sore." As I tried to stretch my numb arms and hands, but can’t.
I turned and looked for her in the direction of Abigail’s voice.

Abigail was sitting on the white fluffy comforter, propped up against the brass bed’s footboard on the end of the bed, totally nude except for her familiar old white high heel shoes.

Abigail's size "D" breasts jiggled as she leaned toward me. Now I’ll enjoy you further, as she scraped her white heel's right spiky long thin shaft along my leg.

Totally nude, Abigail's true size was even more evident. She is a tall woman.
She crawled across the bed on her hands and knees toward me. Abigail then smiled, a nice friendly smile this time. As she slowly crawled, I felt her body heat, newly perfumed, close over me.

Her now damp hot body pressing down on me with her breasts against my face as she digs in her left knee bone strongly down into my stomach. She then sits on my chest with her muscular dancers legs placed on equally, on top of either side of my ribs.

My body supported her full 140 pounds of dancers muscles, as she pressed her bony knees tightly against my chest. Her white high heel shoes, her toes dug deeply into the mattress as I try and grab at her for her close in face.

“No No!” “We'll have none of that!” “That's why you’re tied up!”

Abigail sternly said.

She jumps up, and down, her bony knees bouncing into my stomach.

Ahhhummffff! I almost cough up blood, as my guts are crushed out of me.

Abigail then creeps up my chest, slowly and stops with her bony knees poking deeply on top of my shoulder.

Abigail then sits down with her cunt in my face and her sweaty ass on my chest. Her white high heel shoes pointed toes massaging the side of my shaft as she slowly pulls at my matted hair. She lay’s down on me, and rubs her breasts in my face.

Is this what your waiting for!

That was way too short; Abigail then sits up and turns around, her ass now placed firmly on my face. I can’t get any air, through her complete ass seal.

Abigail then started to stroke my penis with her sharp nailed fingers.
She pulls on my rod and pinches my balls not so gently, I would love it, but I can’t breath. I try a buck her off my face, as I have no way to get any air.

“What’s the matter, you want air too!” Abigail laughs as I see stars in my eyelids and pass out.

When I awoke again, it is still hard to breath. No wonder with Abigail sitting firmly on top of my chest once more. Her warm crotch in my face, her knees straddled tightly on each of my arms again, with my wrists still anchored by restraints firmly to the bed frame.

Abigail greeted me awake by pressing her knees harder into my ribs, smiling down at me in her favorite position, on top.

"While you were sleeping, I phoned my two dear friends, Jackie and Carla.
“They both were very happy to get my call and they very much want to meet you, and have some fun with us!" Abigail gleefully informed me while bouncing on up and down hard my chest.

“Ahuuaa” “ahuuah” “Umffff” at each of her bounces.

I’m a little happy and a little sick, my guts being squished, and the thought of two new strangers in the picture. Abigail's girl friend Jackie suddenly walks to the side of the bed. I didn’t know she was here yet, let a lone in the room.

Jackie’s a petite, dark skinned Hispanic aged 20 ish woman. Jackie is so pretty that she could be the cover of some European fashion, or on some Spanish soap opera. Jackie looks down on me while I'm laying face up on the bed. She smiles at me and says.

“I hear you like feet.” “I'd really like to make you suffer under my heels.”

“But I'll only do it... If you beg me for it!"

Jackie cheerily tells me.

Jackie then punches me hard in the jaw with her closed fist and smiles.

Hummfh.

“Well beg me to walk on you then!” Jackie then sneers down on me.

I don’t want another punch, I can’t move as Abigail is still sitting almost on my face, slowly pressing all the air out of my lungs.

“O.K. O.k. I gasp out, Jackie will Please walk on me”

Jackie then says; “O.K.! since you asked me so nicely.”

She then quickly kneels up on the foot of the bed and slowly crawls on her hands and knees, over to Abigail and me. Jackie then stands, bearing her weight, at first unsteadily on Abigail and thus my chest, as she stands up on the soft mattress. She is wearing some hot looking three inch pink high-heeled shoes, a little black leather skirt and a small white jacket.

The mattress sinks in around her strong looking dark tan legs as her heels poke into deeply into the soft bed. Abigail then tells me not to move, as she repositions herself over my head.

How can I, I’m fastened securely to the bed. But I still try and sit up.
Abigail then shifts around and sits Indian style on my head.

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Part 2

She grasps at my hands and arms, releasing the restraints, wrenching my arms them behind me. Whatever drug she used on me made me limp, or is it from the rack. I can’t resist at all. I smell her ass and get hot, as there is no air to breath. I suck as much air as I can as her weight continues to press my nose flat to her ass.

“Enjoying yourself” Abigail says as she bounces up and down hard against my face with her full round ass.

“Ahhh. I moan out.” Oh! You want me to move!

She pivots her ass off me. She then wraps her muscular legs in a tight scissor hold on me. My meager air supply is further cut off, as I instantly get hot.
I feel her hot heated thick thighs squeezed hard against my face, neck and chest.

Abigail starts folding her legs even tighter as she controls me with a strong reverse hold. I’m now with her legs folded around on my neck, I can’t move my arms, and their now pulled and tucked back tight behind me, I’m like a human pretzel!

Abigail then pulls my head down and around by the hair and places it against on her warm soft tummy. She then synchs her legs again even more tightly around my arms and neck, letting her massive thighs do all the work.

Her friend Jackie seeing that I'm tucked up nice and safe, like a Sunday turkey!
In a tight death like embrace, decides it is now the right time to place her left size 7 pink shoe, heel first on my stomach. I gasp, as her weight squishes my guts and the remaining air is stomped out quickly, under her full weight.

Jackie then brings her other sultry looking pink shoe quickly down on me.

Jackie’s shoes share her diminutive frame's weigh. Jackie then steps forward placing both of her shoes together right up next to my neck, on my chest.

Her upturned pointed toes are aimed right at my face so that I see her firm shapely legs strain while her sharp tiny heels are digging into me to keep her balance. I gasp with her weight, while her twin pointed sharp black plastic heels tips scrape and pivot into my chest. Her ankles and high-perched heels continue to wobble somewhat from side to side in a seductive dance of stabbing heel pain.

Jackie then says something to me softly in Spanish. I don't understand her, let alone hear her. I look up and over my head at Abigail conferrable seated behind me.

“Did you hear her, I groan out.” "What did she say?"

Abigail then leans forward over me smiling and says,
"NO! I didn't hear what she said." "Sorry!"

I look back to Jackie and Jackie then smiles. Jackie pulls back her long curly reddish-brown hair from her face and looks back down at me for a moment, and with a twist on her left spike heel is angled quickly, stabbing itself deeper into my gut.

I look at her right foot; its pointed toe is resting firmly on my chest.
Her well-proportioned legs rising upwards to her exciting shapely body.
I get harder still, but then Jackie opens her sweet looking mouth and her tongue protruding slightly. Then Jackie’s lips form a white ball of bubbling slow falling spit.

I lands as if were in slow motion warmly on my face and cheek. I am revolted by it.

Why did you do that! I gasp out? I manage to whisper out of my crushed chest?"

Jackie then looks down at smiles and me.

I asked you in Spanish if you wanted to be treated like the sidewalk.
You didn’t answer me, so I spat on you. Well you spit on the sidewalk don't you! Jackie leering says!

Don't worry I'll clean it up for you! Jackie answers with a most serious face.
She then rubs her pink heel’s street dirty, gray sole forcefully around on my face as her right heel sinks deeper on my chest, as it supports her whole one hundred twenty pounds of body weight on me. Abigail leans back to allow Jackie's now loose shoe sole to reach me, and to smear her gift of spit and street mud on my face.

Jackie's dainty pink pointed toe crinkles as she presses her wet weight, her street smelling dank sole tightly against my face.

I watch as her scented foot makes her shoes toe dig solidly against my face.
I look up at Jackie's stern expressionless face. But then Abigail leans over me and smiles, I try to smile back at her to see her response. I'm so contorted with pain from the weight of her body pressing down through those sweet looking pink heels.

My penis strains to shoot its works all over. Jackie then places her saliva wet left shoe back down on my chest.

Abigail then presses her legs tighter around my neck. Her white high heel shoes sides are pushed solidly alongside my face. I taste the tops of her foot.
She then looks back down at smiles and me.

"Enjoying yourself?" Jackie says it also with nasty sneering look.

I go uncontrollable with desire. My unit is painfully hard, as I look at Jackie's slender small heels digging brutally into my body. I watch it happen to me as I glance along and over Abigail's strong and well-tanned calf muscles with her thighs still clenched tightly around my neck.

"I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!" "I always wanted to do this to some poor Anglo jerk!" she says; softly to me. "Go ahead and scream if you want!"
"No one can hear you, as woman sweat drops from her head"

She then steps strongly around on me by turning her three inch pink high heels wobbly, so her back is now facing me.

Her white jacket with the provocative aroma of her black leather mini-skirted ass is facing me, as she slowly steps carefully backwards. Jackie's three inch pink spike heels, with black scuffmarks on the pink sides, look menacing as any stranger's or young 20’s something women's heels would. But I get an extra charge out of them, since these heels owner knows I'm here, as I know this Jackie is taking extra delight in purposely hurting me.

Jackie seems to aim her heels cautiously down on my tender chest, with every backwards half step by painfully small aimed step. She has her sharp little heel tips closer and closer to my face with her every small-calculated backwards-staccato step.

Abigail then removes her legs from around my neck moves off of me quickly to allow Jackie more room to work. I still can’t move my arms, their all limp, as Jackie now digs her elegant spike heel forcefully into my collarbone.

“Ahhhhhhh” I yell out as her sharp pink heels dig into my bone.

Jackie then sits down against the wall over me. She then slowly slides down the wall to the brass headboard top over Abigail while still nailing me with her heels.

As she sits there, she's start's to cross her legs. Jackie then to adds to my pain, raising her toes up, and nails her heels into my shoulder as support for her crossed legs. I try and grab for her firm sun tanned ankle, to stop her. But then Abigail grabs my slightly moving arms and synchs her legs around on me once more.

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Part 3

“Hey Carla.” Jackie then calls over to her friend. I then see Carla, a medium frame dark haired biker chick of woman wearing a black leather jacket, standing outside in the hallway against the guest bathroom door.

Carla, she seems to be Spanish also, then walks into the bedroom, she sweeps her black hair back and steps up at the foot of the bed. Carla then takes two big steps and stands up on me with her big, black Goth style, mean looking black leather boots.

I cry out too Jackie, and Abigail! What are you doing!

Jackie says; Hey man, you just keep quiet now!

Jackie then digs her spike heel shoe against my neck in a new sideways twisted move; extra hard now to show who’s the boss.

“AHHHhhh!” All I can do is moan out again.

“Shut up!” “Shut up!” Jackie sternly shouts.

Carla then steps on both of my legs with both of her dirty worn leather Goth boots. She's not careful at all, and tries to catch me under her substantial looking hard, black rubber heels.

I cry out to her too “Watch my nuts.”

“I’m watching, see!” As she slowly walks forward and places her thick black cold heels on top of my penis and balls!

“See I’m watching.” Carla gives me a big smile!

I contort with mind numbing pain. I want to jump up and scream! My Penis gets rock hard between her cold heels as my nuts make me go blank with death like screaming pain.

But Jackie then places both of her leather scented high heel shoes on each of my shoulders. Jackie then digs in her three-inch heels down into my shoulders to hold me down as I try and double over. Abigail with her slender and strong manicured fingers now grabs my mouth and nose to muffle my screams for mercy.

Carla snickers down at me, enjoying what she sees below her. Carla again twists her street dirty biker boot heel down, as if crushing out her smoke, repeatedly, still tighter, sending knife edged pain to my brain, from my under attack and now mashed throbbing crotch.

The pain is tremendous! I try to grab for her worn boots with my arms, but their still hooked under Abigail’s tenacious legs. Jackie kicks at my arms, again laughing, while again her heels, stab back staccato style again and again into my collarbone. My skin is scabbed with round little black and blacker blood marks.

Abigail now squeezes harder with her legs as she leans over me with her hands forcing down from her strong tan arms. I almost pass out from Jackie's relentless sweet pink heels drilling into my shoulders!

I abruptly stop my struggle with Jackie and Abigail. I then try to endure the hefty punishment of my hosts as Carla’s thick black boot heel is constantly grinding back and forth into me, reminding me I'm still alive. I try to take a sideways view with just my eyes, of Carla’s booted foot mashing against my mashed up balls.

I try to move my head to one side on Jackie's leg and I breath in deeply, to get high on the smell of all the womanly earthy scents on me.

Carla and Jackie are both focusing their shoes and boots on me. Abigail's shapely tan legs have clenched my arms and neck into numbness, as her strong hands, slender fingers still compress down around my mouth and nose.
I look up with just my eyes at Abigail face at the end of her strong well-tanned arms. Abigail looks so impassioned and concentrating on her task of smothering me. I look with my eyes to the side at Jackie's seductive silhouette of her perfumed feet so close to my head.

I suddenly stop in my struggling and start to try and endure the weight, the pain and enjoy the sight of the tough girl look of Carla crushing down on me.

Carla, her big black worn dirty Goth style, lace-up boots, with her solid weight punishing down on me. Abigail then relaxes her legs, and back’s off her hands pressure on me.

Jackie removes her sharp heels from my shoulders. My skin is pulled up, clinging to her frayed heel edges, not wanting to let go. Jackie then stands up from the brass headboard and walks down the bed with her innocent looking shoes while sinking into the mattress on the right side of me.

Jackie walks down to Carla, who’s now sinking into my beaten stomach with one
tire like sole of her boot, and with her other heel on the length of my mush like penis. I try holding her up with my now none existent stomach muscles.

Jackie then steps carefully on either side my body, facing Carla. Jackie then steps up on me by placing her soles on my stomach, and her sharp heels bite next on my chest.

I can’t offer any extra support, as she sinks down into me as she was on the mattress. I would grown, if I had any air left, under her added weight.

Abigail then shifts her position once more and places her white three-inch heels, her sharp heels just near to the right side of my head. I am in heaven, as I smell her leather scented street shoes up close.

Carla and Jackie then step closer together on me. They grab and hug at each other with a tight passionate clinch. Jackie takes small baby steps on my chest and stomach just letting her soles kiss my chest as her pointed heels dance menacingly into my carved out skin. One side then the other.

She's being not too careful, she could care less about me, as her spikes, her sharp stiletto heels, stand firm, drilling heels into me with a twist of her two raised toes.

I scream again, as the girls embrace, and giggle above with joy.

Carla’s motionless size 8 boot’s, her sole, with its heavy truck like tread pattern is rammed flat on my crouch penis and balls. Carla’s other boot stomps down forward on my stomach bearing an equal weight. Jackie moves closer to Carla as they hug each other in a warm embrace. Carla’s thick black boot heel and rough sole crush all feeling from my crotch and pelvis area.

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Part 4

Jackie then stands up on her pointed pink tiptoes to plant her sultry mouth over Carla’s mouth. I still feel some of her wet spit on my face, as my penis is ground to mush under them. Carla will get Jackie’s wet fevered tongue, while I watch their legs and dusty shoes dance on my pummeled body.

Jackie then turns her head from her embrace with Carla and looks sternly back down to see how I'm doing under their dusty shoes, while and Jackie angles her sexy pointed heels to stab into me once again.

Jackie then pulls Carla forward so that Carla and she are now standing on my stomach, and not crushing against my pitchers mound. Carla, though, still has extra pain set for me. She's faked her movement forward to fool her mate, Jackie. She still has her left boot heel still firmly anchored to my crushed penis. I can no longer feel anything down there.

Jackie and Carla continue stomp down on me and to French kiss each for what feels like an eternity of erotic view. Their once cold shoes, now warmed by my body's heat now grind and stomp away with abandonment on me as they twist and turn from side to side under their ecstatic tight hot sweaty clenches.

While Jackie grabs and sucks on Carla’s tongue, she lifts her right leg straight out, so that her full body weight is now focused on her one foot perched on her unsteady slender wobbling pink heel and sole sinking deeply into my gut.

Jackie's other pink high heel shoe, from her extended sun tanned leg, now kicks back a full 90 degrees in an up and down movement, her pointed toe is, and gold anklet, constantly off and on stabbing at my chest and neck. Her pointed worn toe time and again lands and rests further back, just below my nose in an ever-widening arc.

Almost in my mouth this time. I tilt my head so that her foot will side down and her pink shoes heavy toe will fall wonderfully into my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I see it's nearby street sharpened heel poised to land on my open eyes if I’m not careful. But I don’t have a lot of options at this point.

Jackie then moves her pointed toe, just by her sensual ankle, against my nose. I smell her sweet dirty sole up so close. My view is completely coved now, as I take in the electrifying anguish. She's now brutality pressing her shoe's worn and rancid sole hard up against my nose. She’s mashing my nose to bits.

Carla and Jackie kiss and hug each other while they stand tightly clamped together in their joy on me. Their feet are trampling me down hard under massive clump of intermingling undulating pink shoe backs and black boxy boots toes while their bodies serge in unbridled love.

I painfully watch as the life is slowly squeezed from me. I smell Jackie's dirty black vinyl sole pressing painfully tight up against my nose. I glance up to see her sharp heel poised ready to blind me just above my eyes. Her perfumed scented size seven, pink-spiked shoe that drives me crazy, as a look at its warm erotic silhouette of a toe cleavage pressed solidly against my mouth and nose.

I realize that dynamic, young enchanting women are standing on me. Using me as the floor, their bodies through her feet are totally committed on me. This is all I’ll ever get from them. I glance to the right side to see Abigail's white worn pointed high heels ready to swoop into my face in the next painful act. well. My penis under Carla's thick boot is now rock hard and supporting her boot’s hard heel in a strange sense of numbness and euphoria.

I now drift off from conciseness as the overwhelming weight of them standing on me drives me to painful ecstasy. The last thing I see is a glimpse of Carla.
I want her to get her boot heels off of me, just from the pain, fast. But then I think that if I still want to be used by the exciting women standing, so I endure it!

Their perspiration, old cigarette smoke smell from their shoes and luxurious perfume scent floating around their feet, I am in exhilaration as they stand tightly clamped together on me. I know that theses hot women are just using me as a floor mat. I get totally hot watching their love dance on me.

Soon Jackie and Carla will probably tire of standing on me. They will leave, scraping their heels carefree off of my body. They will continue their love making with each other in the next room.

I will have something to remember them, as their body's scents cling to my skin. Smells of Jackie's perfume and Carla's rich tanned black leather boots. Carla’s tread patterns will leave black and blue welts, a happy remembrance of their passing their blissful time together on me.

Carla wiggles her boot that's on my rod in a side to side motion to wake me up. I then snapped back to reality to find Jackie's pointed high heel toe parked deeply in my mouth. I taste Jackie's foot's dark skin as her dirty, gritty gamy sole is pressing firmly against my tongue. Jackie then pulls her shoe from my mouth.

She places her wet sole with a snap back down on my chest, right next to Carla's other black hard boot. Jackie's two pink shoes are now on either side of Carla's black Goth boots. In such a small area, four nasty legs are standing firmly on me.

I can’t get any air in my lungs, the room is dimming out.

Carla then lifts her boot's hard flat heel finally from my rod. The skin of my rod still clings to her tapered heel's nail holes as she moves her foot forward next to Jackie's other small looking pink heels. Abigail then grabs at my rod through Jackie and Carla's forest of legs.

Jackie and Carla both then step down off of my body and just stand on the bed looking down at me. I yell out in pain as Abigail sharp finger nails pinch and pull at my rod and balls to excite me to delirium.

"Hey man, are you ready for all three of us standing on you?"
Carla asks me sneering.

I then look at Abigail and say; No! Please No! "All three?"

"Yea, it would probably kill you!" replies Abigail.

“Well that’s the object of this” Too make this slug of guy suffer, the way your “X” made you suffer.” Carla

"O.K. Lets do it!" Jackie

“Yeah...” Abigail

NO! Ahhhaaa… Please! Noooooo! “I beg them.”

Pleases? “Abigail with glee!” “O.K. Get Ready!”

“Stomp…” Stomp. Stomp. Splat!

End

[reflux]

great story, thnx

[doormat2002]

excellent story, thank you for a great contribution

[groundview]

Thank you reflux and doormat2002 for your nice comments.

I now know my work was appreciated. :)

[andybis]

that's good!!! I appreciate your work since 'Tree Line Estate', one of my best liked stories
Andy

[groundview]

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[groundview]

Thank you Andybis,

I still have plans to continue with tree line Estate, I just wanted to give this story its light of day. :)


Link here to my older story for all who have not read it.
-----> Tree line Estate

http://mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=18255&highlight=treeline