Ste Letto
04-07-2003, 12:01 PM
Bit more, cos it wouldn't all fit in one post.
She sauntered back into the room where Joseph lay, helpless and prone. She pressed a pedal on the side of the chair, and watched as the hydraulics lowered Joseph toward the carpeted floor. Still flat, parallel with the floor, his descent stopped when he was three feet off the ground. Amanda smiled cheekily, then stepped up on the side of his chair. She stood at hip level, gazing down with wide eyes. "You're so small," she commented. "You're a little runt!" She laughed cruelly. "I can walk all over you and you can't do a thing about it." She lifted her left boot, then planted the sole on his right knee. She pressed the ridged sole down, forcing his knee down. Letting her full weight rest on the toe of her boot she brought her right foot up and over, seeing Joseph wince. The toe of her right boot thumped into his left thigh.
Carefully shifting her balance, she grinned to feel his left thigh bending beneath her foot. Ever since the accident there had been something strange about his skeleton. It had become almost plastic. She let her full weight come down, and the bone bowed under her. Joseph's pain wracked grimace showed her this was hurting him. She put both feet side by side on the abused limb, and enjoyed herself bouncing up and down.
She stepped off after two minutes, turned about, and stepped onto his abdomen. The poor boys distended stomach was painfully, and nauseatingly compressed beneath her block heel. Amanda pressed her weight down, letting her foot sink in deeper and deeper. Again she brought her other foot alongside. Now his flesh was surging up around the sides of her booted feet. His face had gone bright red and several alarms were sounding. Amanda yelped with joy.
She jumped up and down, bouncing on her toes, before stepping onto Joseph's chest. Like his thigh bone, these bones had become strangely elastic. They bent inward alarmingly. Amanda stood on his paining chest a few moments, before stepping onto his head. Her block heel stamped itself firmly against his jaw, the toe pressed into his forehead. Her ridged tread cut into his thin skin, and she left the marks of her sole behind. Soon she had two feet on his slowly subsiding skull. The pain was overwhelming and Joseph passed out.
He awoke to find Amanda sitting on his legs, banging her bootheels into his chest, boom - boom - boom. When his eyes opened she quickly removed first the left boot, and then the right. Her slick feet came down to clamp onto his helpless face. The smell was rancid and sickening. It smelt like something had gone bad in the fridge. Her slick, sticky, wrinkly, wet foot bottoms slid back and forth on his face with hideous intensity and purpose. She pushed her toes into his nostrils, forcing him to smell them. She gripped his nostrils painfully tight, so she could ram her toes into his mouth. She rubbed her heels in his eyes, stinging them with salt sweat. She slapped his face with her soles, again and again and again.
Finally she grew tired. "I do feel stiff," she announced as she slipped from the chair. "I might do a little exercise." She slipped off her t-shirt to reveal a sports bra. He could sense she was doing something, but couldn't quite see her cramming her feet into an old pair of stinky and crumbling trainers. She used a button on the side of the chair to turn Joseph around 90 degrees, then used the pedals to raise him slightly.
In the corner of the room there was a piece of exercise equipment that was basically a set of pedals with variable resistance. Bending prettily, Amanda set the dial to 50%. She placed the pedals in front of Joseph so she could use his face as her saddle.
With a slight smile she sat on his upturned head, popped her feet on the pedals and began to exercise. Her bottom covered his eyes, her pelvis punishing the upper side of his nose. Being so close to her sweat soaked panties, ass crack and cunt he couldn't help but smell them. He could even taste them. She tasted rich and cloying. It made him feel sick. On top of the sandwich, the cod liver oil and the pounding her feet had just given him, it was making him feel more wretched than he ever had before.
Amanda's pert bottom swayed from side to side as she pedalled, punishing his eye sockets, and making it feel like his feeble skull might break. She began to sweat. Sweat ran down her spine, into the small of her back, then between her butt cheeks. It trickled onto Joseph's face, some finding its way to his mouth. He drank her fresh sweat, sweat that was tainted with unspeakable tastes. Amanda kept her slender, coltish, athletic legs pumping. Time passed. 10 minutes, 20, then 30. Suddenly Amanda used her hands on the sides of Joseph's head support and her feet on the pedals to boost herself up and back. Her knickered crotch came down on Joseph's nose and mouth. His head disappeared under her pleated skirt. She let her weight surge down, wilfully blocking his airways. She shimmied.
Just as his monitors started to protest she raised a fraction. Joseph dragged in a breath. Amanda plomped down and began pedalling again. Again he couldn't breathe. Amanda waited, waited, then lifted again. She could take him to the brink of unconsciousness then let him breathe again and again. The machines that monitored him, all built into the chair, made it easier to torture him. She took him to the brink of suffocation beneath her perfect bottom 10 times, before finally getting off.
Shaking her wet hair from her face, the blonde looked down into Joseph's eyes. "How sad," she announced, "to be so weak and helpless in the hands of cruel women." She moved to his waist, and reached down. Smiling saucily she ground the palm of her hand into his crotch. "Can you cum?" she asked, "Do you want to cum?" He blinked three times rapidly. Amanda grinned. "I can give pleasure as well as suffering."
She unfastened his pants and drew out his semi-erect penis. "Let's see!" She began fondling his testicles, giving them light touches and strokes. His penis lurched to a hard, needy stand. She continued touching his balls. She leaned over him and licked his balls, making a "Hmmmm" noise. Joseph's heartbeat raced, as well as his respiration. Amanda knew she was starving his brain of oxygen by keeping him aroused. Short term wasn't a problem, but she had long term plans.
She lightly stroked the side of his penis with a finger tip, once, twice, three times. If Joseph could have groaned he would. She gripped his cock and squeezed it like an iron bar. His heart lurched. She thumbed the head, in a way that was both pleasurable and painful. She scuffed the delicate helmet of his cock, chaffing andreddening it.
She licked the helmet, even putting her tongue into the slit. Joseph came close to orgasm. She made it build. When it seemed ineviatable the cruel girl squeezed it off at the base.
She paused a minute, then teased him up again. Joseph was literally going insane. She built him up and denied him five times. Then she took hold of his balls and began pulsing squeezes. She did these harder and harder until he passed out. While Joseph was unconscious the wicked girl wanked him hard, in a way she had studied at University, managing to make him cum despite being unconscious.
Delighted at her cruelty the pretty girl slipped off her panties, now wet with her arousal as well as her sweat, and popped them onto Joseph's head like a mask. She positioned the mucally stained crotch over his nose. At the door she turned back and blew him a kiss. "Pleasant dreams" she whispered.
She sauntered back into the room where Joseph lay, helpless and prone. She pressed a pedal on the side of the chair, and watched as the hydraulics lowered Joseph toward the carpeted floor. Still flat, parallel with the floor, his descent stopped when he was three feet off the ground. Amanda smiled cheekily, then stepped up on the side of his chair. She stood at hip level, gazing down with wide eyes. "You're so small," she commented. "You're a little runt!" She laughed cruelly. "I can walk all over you and you can't do a thing about it." She lifted her left boot, then planted the sole on his right knee. She pressed the ridged sole down, forcing his knee down. Letting her full weight rest on the toe of her boot she brought her right foot up and over, seeing Joseph wince. The toe of her right boot thumped into his left thigh.
Carefully shifting her balance, she grinned to feel his left thigh bending beneath her foot. Ever since the accident there had been something strange about his skeleton. It had become almost plastic. She let her full weight come down, and the bone bowed under her. Joseph's pain wracked grimace showed her this was hurting him. She put both feet side by side on the abused limb, and enjoyed herself bouncing up and down.
She stepped off after two minutes, turned about, and stepped onto his abdomen. The poor boys distended stomach was painfully, and nauseatingly compressed beneath her block heel. Amanda pressed her weight down, letting her foot sink in deeper and deeper. Again she brought her other foot alongside. Now his flesh was surging up around the sides of her booted feet. His face had gone bright red and several alarms were sounding. Amanda yelped with joy.
She jumped up and down, bouncing on her toes, before stepping onto Joseph's chest. Like his thigh bone, these bones had become strangely elastic. They bent inward alarmingly. Amanda stood on his paining chest a few moments, before stepping onto his head. Her block heel stamped itself firmly against his jaw, the toe pressed into his forehead. Her ridged tread cut into his thin skin, and she left the marks of her sole behind. Soon she had two feet on his slowly subsiding skull. The pain was overwhelming and Joseph passed out.
He awoke to find Amanda sitting on his legs, banging her bootheels into his chest, boom - boom - boom. When his eyes opened she quickly removed first the left boot, and then the right. Her slick feet came down to clamp onto his helpless face. The smell was rancid and sickening. It smelt like something had gone bad in the fridge. Her slick, sticky, wrinkly, wet foot bottoms slid back and forth on his face with hideous intensity and purpose. She pushed her toes into his nostrils, forcing him to smell them. She gripped his nostrils painfully tight, so she could ram her toes into his mouth. She rubbed her heels in his eyes, stinging them with salt sweat. She slapped his face with her soles, again and again and again.
Finally she grew tired. "I do feel stiff," she announced as she slipped from the chair. "I might do a little exercise." She slipped off her t-shirt to reveal a sports bra. He could sense she was doing something, but couldn't quite see her cramming her feet into an old pair of stinky and crumbling trainers. She used a button on the side of the chair to turn Joseph around 90 degrees, then used the pedals to raise him slightly.
In the corner of the room there was a piece of exercise equipment that was basically a set of pedals with variable resistance. Bending prettily, Amanda set the dial to 50%. She placed the pedals in front of Joseph so she could use his face as her saddle.
With a slight smile she sat on his upturned head, popped her feet on the pedals and began to exercise. Her bottom covered his eyes, her pelvis punishing the upper side of his nose. Being so close to her sweat soaked panties, ass crack and cunt he couldn't help but smell them. He could even taste them. She tasted rich and cloying. It made him feel sick. On top of the sandwich, the cod liver oil and the pounding her feet had just given him, it was making him feel more wretched than he ever had before.
Amanda's pert bottom swayed from side to side as she pedalled, punishing his eye sockets, and making it feel like his feeble skull might break. She began to sweat. Sweat ran down her spine, into the small of her back, then between her butt cheeks. It trickled onto Joseph's face, some finding its way to his mouth. He drank her fresh sweat, sweat that was tainted with unspeakable tastes. Amanda kept her slender, coltish, athletic legs pumping. Time passed. 10 minutes, 20, then 30. Suddenly Amanda used her hands on the sides of Joseph's head support and her feet on the pedals to boost herself up and back. Her knickered crotch came down on Joseph's nose and mouth. His head disappeared under her pleated skirt. She let her weight surge down, wilfully blocking his airways. She shimmied.
Just as his monitors started to protest she raised a fraction. Joseph dragged in a breath. Amanda plomped down and began pedalling again. Again he couldn't breathe. Amanda waited, waited, then lifted again. She could take him to the brink of unconsciousness then let him breathe again and again. The machines that monitored him, all built into the chair, made it easier to torture him. She took him to the brink of suffocation beneath her perfect bottom 10 times, before finally getting off.
Shaking her wet hair from her face, the blonde looked down into Joseph's eyes. "How sad," she announced, "to be so weak and helpless in the hands of cruel women." She moved to his waist, and reached down. Smiling saucily she ground the palm of her hand into his crotch. "Can you cum?" she asked, "Do you want to cum?" He blinked three times rapidly. Amanda grinned. "I can give pleasure as well as suffering."
She unfastened his pants and drew out his semi-erect penis. "Let's see!" She began fondling his testicles, giving them light touches and strokes. His penis lurched to a hard, needy stand. She continued touching his balls. She leaned over him and licked his balls, making a "Hmmmm" noise. Joseph's heartbeat raced, as well as his respiration. Amanda knew she was starving his brain of oxygen by keeping him aroused. Short term wasn't a problem, but she had long term plans.
She lightly stroked the side of his penis with a finger tip, once, twice, three times. If Joseph could have groaned he would. She gripped his cock and squeezed it like an iron bar. His heart lurched. She thumbed the head, in a way that was both pleasurable and painful. She scuffed the delicate helmet of his cock, chaffing andreddening it.
She licked the helmet, even putting her tongue into the slit. Joseph came close to orgasm. She made it build. When it seemed ineviatable the cruel girl squeezed it off at the base.
She paused a minute, then teased him up again. Joseph was literally going insane. She built him up and denied him five times. Then she took hold of his balls and began pulsing squeezes. She did these harder and harder until he passed out. While Joseph was unconscious the wicked girl wanked him hard, in a way she had studied at University, managing to make him cum despite being unconscious.
Delighted at her cruelty the pretty girl slipped off her panties, now wet with her arousal as well as her sweat, and popped them onto Joseph's head like a mask. She positioned the mucally stained crotch over his nose. At the door she turned back and blew him a kiss. "Pleasant dreams" she whispered.