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theinformer
06-17-2008, 7:10 PM
It started as a movie project, but ended up horribly wrong. Having a strong fetish for high heels and high heel trampling I came up with a plan. I wanted to film women in high heels trampling, stomping, twisting and scraping their shoes on a life like dummy. It was critical that the dummy looked life like and fortunately my security job at the hospital gave me access to the resuscitation dummies (the ones they use when teaching CPR). These are the old ones…with legs, feet, arms, hands torso and head. I found that if I wrapped them in gauze bandages they did take a lifelike appearance on the bed or floor.

Step 2, I placed ads for a model actress and after a couple of emails, a phone call, and interviews over coffee I hired two women for the shooting. I gave them the following scenario. Your character was physically attacked by this man, he was let off on a legal technicality, but you learned he was involved in a serious auto accident and wound up in the hosptial. In this scene you enter his room, the lights will be off and stay off, I won’t be here the filming will all be done through hidden “realistic” camera work. As you walk in push the button on the wall behind the door, this is the trigger mechanism that starts the filming. The scene will officially begin. You will show no mercy, you will step on top of him with your heels. You will grind, scrape and drive your heels into his body. You will force your heels into his mouth and into his eyes. You will casually smile and laugh as you do this, feel free to ad lib as the microphones should pick it up. You should get into character as soon as you enter the hospital. Then go straight to room 2326. The dummy will be placed there. Then be as cruel and malicious as your heart takes you. If for any reason we need to call off the shoot, I will call you, maybe even the same day. Because there were two actresses I decided to take two days. Actress one, Beth, would do her scene on Monday night at 7:30. Actress two, Kate, would do hers on Tuesday at 7:30. Both would have the opportunity to work the dummy over before visiting hours ended at 8:00.

Saturday night I went to the hospital and into room 2326. I chose this room because they had just remodeled it and it wasn’t due to actually receive patients for another week. It didn’t take me long to place three hidden cameras, specially designed for night shooting, into place and hooked up the trigger mechanism. After testing it, I knew the cameras were set.

Sunday I started to prepare the dummy, I named him Jim. As I was in the hospital getting the supplies to bring Jim “to life”, I started feeling faint…dizzy and then….

I awoke in a hospital bed with Nurse Jessica staring over me. “Ah, your awake. You gave everybody a scare last night.”

“What happened?” I tried to speak; I wanted to speak, but nothing.

Jessica looked sad and sympathetic, “I’m sorry hon, you’ve had a stroke. You’ve been in intensive care for 15 hours, and now you’re here. It looks like you’re paralyzed and unable to speak. When you fell you cracked your head pretty hard and you broke three ribs. You have quite a bit of wrapping, but don’t worry you don’t look too much like a mummy. The doctor will see you in a few hours. We contacted your ex-wife, she said she’d come see you tomorrow. So, why don’t you get some sleep. It should be quiet around here, you’re the only one on this side of the floor and you’re in the newly refurbished room 2326.”

My heart sunk. “What day is it today?” I tried to shout…she saw me “freaking out” in my eyes, although I couldn’t move. “Don’t’ worry honey, it’ll be okay.” Said Jessica, as she quickly injected my IV with a sedative and I drifted off.

I awoke. It was night. I regained my senses and understood this wasn’t a bad dream, I saw the clock, it was 7:05 and I saw the black board with the nurses info…it was Monday.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I literally saw the hands on the clock pass by until 7:30 came. The door slowly opened and the hallway light briefly filled the room. My heart started pounding.

As the door closed, and the light faded out, I heard the click of the trigger mechanism starting the cameras and microphone, “You son of a bitch, you’re going to pay.” It was Beth and she was in character.

The clicking of her heels was frightening. As she got closer and closer I felt helpless. I tried to shout, to move, to warn Beth that indeed this was a real person…it was me.

I saw her at my bedside looking down at me with a sinister smile. Then she placed one high heeled foot on the bed, stood up and towered over me.

“Man he looks so real,” she said as she lifted and lowered her right foot over my face…

To be continued.

Let me know what you think.

flyest826
06-17-2008, 8:13 PM
great start please contiune

hhhmmm
06-17-2008, 8:47 PM
WOW!!!! This has the making of a brutal story!! Great start. After all, it IS only a fantasy:)

hhhmmm:)

bfrug
06-17-2008, 10:40 PM
I think I can see where this is going & look forward to the continuation.

Thanks for what you have written so far - good work.

LuvsHerHeels
06-18-2008, 7:23 AM
excellent start...please continue.
seems like there will be an incredible amount of cruelty displayed by the ladies.
thanks.

shoepete
06-18-2008, 11:17 AM
This sounds like a really promising story, please continue as I can't wait to keep reading this one

theinformer
06-18-2008, 12:06 PM
So here I was trapped, scared, and soon to be horribly abused by a woman in high heels who didn’t know I was real. On the periphery, an exciting and thrilling prospect…in reality, sheer hell.

First, I must speak of Beth. She was an attractive woman with a more athletic build. She was lean and in tremendous shape. From her written description she stood 5’6, I’d guess she was probably in the 125 lbs range. Her long brown hair framed a perfectly oval face. She had two deep brown eyes. In this scene she was wearing a black skirt suit with a pink ruffled collar blouse beneath. Her legs were bare and on the end of her size 7.5 foot that was hovering precariously above my face was a Giuseppe Zanotti pump with a sharp looking 3.5 inch heel. As a frame of reference, this was the pair of shoes she wore http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/40474330/c/5291.html . Tasteful, gorgeous and dangerous.

As I tried desperately to move, to speak to somehow get her attention…nothing worked. She lowered her right foot onto my bandaged face. The light tanned leather sole pressed into my nose and the pain was excruciating as Beth flattened it into my face and began to twist. She did this for about 2 minutes…I think she was trying to work herself up to playing the part well. Then relief, my eyes were saucers of tears, but in the darkness and behind the bandage holes she couldn’t see this. I had little time to thank her for the relief as her foot, sole first, slammed back into my nose.
“You son of a bitch…you deserve to die!” Beth shouted as she slammed her foot into my head a second and third time. There was nothing to do, but take it. Finally, the slamming stopped and I felt the sharp edge of her heel resting on my scalp through the thin bandage. She then moved her foot and dangled the heel above my left eye…”Now you see it,” she said sweetly, then lowered the heel onto my eye, “now you don’t.” The pressure was immense and I could hear the fluid squishing as she pressed. Then she began twisting, the sharp edges of her heel scraped the orbital area, my clenched closed eyelid, and the edge of my nose. I thought for sure I was going to lose my eye. Suddenly, and to my utmost sense of relief, she pulled her foot out because she found it difficult to stand on the bed and maintain her balance.
Beth was resourceful however and decided that the “dummy” didn’t need to be on the bed. I could offer no resistance as she clutched my arm and slowly, carelessly pulled me to the floor.
“That’s better.” Beth said with a smile, then placed her right foot on my chest and stepped up with her left. Fortunately in my state I felt little pain, but I did feel a pressure deep inside one that made it difficult to breathe.
Beth started going up on her toes and then back on her heels. I imagined the pain would be intense, but fortunately felt little pain. Then she stopped and started prodding and scraping my chest with her heels.
“Let’s see if we can get between these bandages…you don’t deserve any padding.” As I heard the words spoken I could see, and slightly feel her heel dig into the skin above my sternum. Again she twisted and scraped at my open and exposed skin.
“Wow. He thought of everything.” I heard Beth say, and then realized she was referring to the blood that started to appear on the welts.
How could she not know that she was doing this to a real person? A human, one who was paralyzed, helpless, severely injured.
It was then that she leaped with two feet onto my chest. I felt the air expel from my body. Beth looked powerful; her shapely legs swaying as she danced on me.
She stood, danced and trampled me for nearly 20 minutes. Then she placed her left foot onto my face. I shuddered as the weight increased. The smooth sole of her shoe resting on my forehead; her heel driven into my chin. Unlike my body which paralysis had left with little to no feeling, standing on my face was unbearable. She twisted again then stepped off standing next to my head on the right side.
Suddenly, I felt a heavy blow, like a hammer. I realized she had kicked me in the head, and as she cocked her leg back she was going to do it again. BAM! I now know what they mean about seeing stars. BAM! Tears of pain and regret spilled from my eyes…eyes she couldn’t see. BAM! Now she was leading the kicks with her heel. BOOM! A heel shot to my temple…I could hear her giggling. BAM! The heel punctured and left a gash in my ear, hidden from her in the shadow. Then it stopped.
“Where were we with those eyes of yours?” Beth asked so sweetly. She peered down at me, for a second it almost seemed like she recognized I was a person. I felt overjoyed. “Help, help, help” I tried to shout, to blink anything to get her to realize.
“You look so sad,” she said with a slight smile, “aw, let me help you.”
I saw the heel of her right shoe descend above my right eye, through the eye hole of the bandages and into my clinched eye socket. The pain was immediate and frightening. I felt cold sweat begin to bead on my brow as she twisted on the thin heel. Then slowly more pressure, more, then she stood up…heel first on my eye. Suddenly a sickening “burst” of fluid as my eye literally popped. She seemed to feel it through her shoe as she looked down smiling and said, “Cool.”
I don’t know if I was in shock, but I don’t remember pain or fear. I just laid there helpless to this woman who slowly began to pull her heel from eye.
She could see it was dripping with what looked like blood and water.
“Oh, you better not have ruined these shoes, dick.” She said ½ in character and ½ at me for my “special effects”. Then she extended her heel to look at it better in the light, seemed frustrated, and then began to wipe her heel on the loose bandages on my chest. Occasionally, I swear I could feel the scraping. Despite my horror at the other events, I felt encouraged that the feeling was beginning to come back to my body.
“I have to go now baby,” said Beth in character and looking at her watch. I could see her smiling and blowing a gentle kiss down to me and my battered body. Then she stepped up onto my chest again, stomped and wiped, then stepped off toward the door. I heard the trigger mechanism being turned off, the door open, and the hallway light disappear with the sound of the closing door.

To be continued….

kiko
06-18-2008, 1:21 PM
Fantastic story !!! I like the cruel and gory part with her heels ;)
Cant wait to read more from you, mate.

Thanks - KIKO

stivalo
06-18-2008, 2:13 PM
great idea for the story..
maybe too splatter (the idea of my eye popping out is not what i've always dreamt), but great.

Mrdoormat
06-18-2008, 4:23 PM
dude that was great see if you can add to it really great thanks mrdoormat

hhhmmm
06-19-2008, 12:51 AM
I hear what stivalo said, and agree. But, it is your story. Maybe the next girl wears spiked heeled boots for more grinding pleasure?:) For me, not into the platform boots. But that is just me.

And also, btw, it's your story, so you can write whatever you want:)

Thanks for the hard work that I'm sure that it has taken you to write the story:)

hhhmmm

stivalo
06-19-2008, 8:09 AM
anyway, i can't wait for the sequel ;)

LuvsHerHeels
06-19-2008, 9:57 AM
the heel in the eye was great....luv the pain it must have caused him...truly a cruel woman to even think it let alone do it.
thanks and please continue....and please, NO MERCY.

kalkar
06-19-2008, 12:37 PM
Just continue man, it is a very good story, maybe one of the candidate of a future hall of the fame...

Don't stop, not now :)

Kalkar

floorofspikehh
06-19-2008, 12:45 PM
i love this story ,please more,thanks

tomi
06-19-2008, 12:46 PM
fantasti - pls go on!!!

JayGil
06-19-2008, 8:45 PM
great story. Love it!. Hope you keep on sharing with us what happens next.
Thank you.

theinformer
06-20-2008, 11:47 AM
Part III - The End

I don’t know how long I was out, what day it was, when I awoke. What I did know was I could feel pain in my chest and back, like I was hit by a car; the pain in my head was killing me and my eye…oh my God, my eye. I was back in bed and another nurse was standing next to me taking my vitals when she noticed I was awake.
“Welcome back,” she said with a smile. “I don’t know what you were thinking, but although you might be slowly regaining some of the feeling you lost, you cannot try to get up.” She shook her head in concern. “You took a very bad spill last night and I’ve got some horrible news…, we don’t know how you did it but when you fell…well, I’m afraid you lost your right eye.” I quietly wept and she seemed to have tears too.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Just to make sure you don’t have any more accidents, we had to restrain you.” I looked down with my one good eye and saw my wrists and ankles carefully strapped to the bed rails.
Then it dawned on me…Kate was due to show up at 7:30pm…I was gripped with fear, I tried to speak and suddenly I said, “waaladooo.” I had intended to say, “please I need to change rooms”...but only that incoherent noise came from me. Of course the nurse was thrilled, “Wow. That’s quite a step! The doctor will be pleased with that.” I did it again, and again…I was excited and felt like I could make myself safe.
“By the way your ex-wife visited you this morning while you slept. She left you those beautiful flowers.” I looked and there was a nice arrangement of flowers with a small card. The nurse noticed my looking and got the card for me, “Would you like me to read it for you?” I grunted in an affirmative manner, so she did. “Jerry, I can’t believe this has happened to you. I can’t express how horrible I feel, but I want you to know that I’ll always be there for you. When you are released from the hospital I will come and take care of you. I miss you. I love you. Samantha.”
The joy of those words were immeasurable. I wanted to hold, savor them. “I think you need to get some rest Jerry.” Said the nurse and she slowly drew needle from the IV and within moments I nodded off.
I dreamt that I was sinking in quicksand, helpless, the pressure of the earth pushed against my chest and throat…then I awoke.
To my horror standing above me was Kate, the rigid sole of her pump (purely for the interest of the story visit http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/40940883/c/49960.html ) was pressing rudely into my neck. Breathing was difficult, in the dim light I could see her smiling down at me.
Before I continue, a word about Kate. Kate was a redheaded woman of 24, at 5’8 and 135 lbs, she had an athletic body. She was wearing a charcoal grey suit with pinstripes. She was smoking hot…I remember her telling me in our interview that although she desired being an actress, her first love was caring for the elderly and taking care of people in general. In fact, when I told her the filming was taking place here she inquired about volunteering at the hospital. So, the irony wasn’t lost on me as this kind hearted attractive women slowly pressed the life out of me lying strapped to the bed.
Then I saw her lift her foot, then the sole floated over my mouth and suddenly I felt the thin heel of her shoe stab into my throat below the atom’s apple. I made a sound gurgle sound, and Kate laughed. “I don’t know how he got this dummy to make sound effects, but they’re hilarious, I’ve got to see how many different sounds I can make.” She steadied, herself on the bed, she had better balance than Beth the night before. Suddenly, she went on one foot, the heel on my neck stabbed and literally seemed to burn as it stretched the skin. Then she stepped off.
She turned and facing my feet stepped onto my chest. I could feel it now, sensation was seemingly returning to me. The heels bit into the bandages and she began to twist, suddenly breathing became labored and intensely painful, it was then I realized that one of my broken ribs was being pressed into my lung.
I could hear her humming to herself and I offered a quiet, “humph”. She turned and looked down at me smiling and shaking her head. Then still looking she lifted her left foot and slammed in down on my chest, I squeaked, she laughed. She lifted her right heel, slammed it down, another noise, another laugh. She turned and faced me, the toes of her pumps barely touching the underside of my chin. She lifted her right foot and smoothly drove her heel into my mouth hole, “let’s see if we can find the source of all that noise.” She said sweetly. The heel went deep scraping the my uppermouth and stabbing my tongue. She twisted and pumped it. Apparently she wasn’t satisfied as she lifted her foot out and slammed it down on my face. It was then she saw my flowers. “Man, Jerry thought of everything,” she said referring to the “props” she saw. She took hold of the flowers and dumped the water out over my face, “oops” she said with a grin. Then I felt the thud of the vase and flowers as it landed on my chest between her feet. She lifted her right foot and slammed in down, the vase broke into several pieces which stabbed and cut me through the bandages. To make matters worse she slowly ground the glass and flowers, pressing them deeper into my chest. She found the card, she read it and laughed, “Jerry, he even used his own name on this prop.” She laid the card on my face covering my good eye, then I felt her heel drive into the card and into my cheek. She twisted and scraped and destroyed the message of love Samantha had left me. Then she flattened it with her sole. As she ground it in I could feel some tiny shards of glass imbedding into my cheek. I made a simpering sound…she laughed again. “How’s this?” BAM a heel slam into my cheek, “or this?” She ground the heel into my forehead.

She quickly jumped off the bed and pulled gauze wrap from my chest, then climbed back onto the bed. She commented on the realistic looking chest and nipples, except the color. The severe bruising around my ribs made my torso look purple. “Well its important for you to remember, Jerry (she smiled), who I am. So, I’ll leave you a message to remember.” Suddenly I felt the heel of her right shoe on my chest, then she started scraping…hard, bitterly hard…I realized right off she was writing. With her heel she carved deep into my skin, “Property of Kate!” She smiled at the welts and blood and similar to Beth the night before commented on the special effects of the dummy, “man the blood looks real.”

Finally, she moved back up to my head. “Let’s see your good eye, Beth told me put it out.” She hovered her heel over my eye and lowered it. The pain was incredible and intense, and as she twisted I thought of being blind…but mercifully she lifted the heel out.

“Time to send you to your maker,” she said, as she placed her shoe back on my throat. She pressed and then stood, staring down at me the whole time. “Please its me!” I tried to shout, but the pressing prevented any noise. Slowly I felt consciousness drifting away, the beeps of my heart monitor sped up. “Cool.” Said Kate. Then she I began drifting, she smiled down and waved. I heard the beeps slow and then flat line….


Thanks for your support with this short story. I've always been a huge fan of unknowing/unintentional high heel trample. A topic I wish trampling video producers would try and tackle. Thanx.

Footpath
06-20-2008, 3:03 PM
HI theinformer,
What a beginning!!!!!!! This story has great potential!!!!!
It reminds me of the old TV series with Alfred Hitchcock.
PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE keep it going.

door_step
06-21-2008, 2:36 PM
Great story, thanks for writing:clap:
Although I donn't like the damage done "on purpose" , I do like the "unknowing"part of it.

doorstep

kiko
06-22-2008, 1:07 AM
All I can say is : FANTASTIC !!! ;)
I´m also a big fan of High Heels Trampling, especially if it ends like your story.
What a way to go....wish I could write like this.
I do hope you´re planning to write some more stuff.

Thanks, KIKO

LuvsHerHeels
06-23-2008, 11:25 AM
excellent story.
you have talent.
I hope you will write other stories from time to time.
thanks.

stivalo
06-24-2008, 3:11 AM
thank you very much!!!!!!

footfan812
06-24-2008, 5:43 PM
not to be a hippicrit but when the line goes flat it makes a light outside of the room light up leting the nurses know to get help sooooo to my piont u should add a 4 part that explaines what happens to her and him