Ste Letto
04-16-2003, 12:11 PM
More of Joseph's misadventures:
The next day, when Joseph woke up, he felt terrible pains in his chest. His breathing was hard and laboured, and every breath smelt of stale sweat and musky arousal. The pink cotton panties that Amanda had placed over his head, where still in place. The crotch had dried, and had actually glued itself to his nose and upper lip. He blinked his eyes, trying to understand what he was seeing.
He could see Amanda from a side on view. He could look up, to her shoulder, chest and head, quite easily, but in his limited state he couldn't easily look down. He forced his eyes to move down her body, to her waist and buttocks and thighs. She was sitting over him on some kind of raised seat. Whatever she was sat on, he was aware he was in great pain.
Amanda was sitting on a cushioned stool, with a nicely padded topside, and four short legs. It was these legs that were causing him so much pain, as they pressed firmly into his ribs and chest muscles. Every breath was achieved by lifting the pretty girl upwards. The strain of this was incredible, and that was why he had awoken. Already his chest was thrubbing with pain.
Amanda looked pretty and studious. Her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail. Her glasses were high up on her nose. She wore a pale blue cardigan, faded blue jeans, Winnie the Pooh socks, and brown penny loafers. Her legs swung playfully back and too in front of her, and her right loafer was off at the heel, swinging from her skilful toes.
She held a copy of Milton's "Paradise Lost" in her left hand, and she was making notes in the right hand margin. Feeling a little numb in the right bum cheek the pretty young girl pressed her right hand down and lifted up on that side for a few seconds. This made the pain from the stool's wooden legs all the more intense on that side. It felt to Joseph as if his chest was on fire. His ribs themselves were bending inward due to their elasticity, which compromised Joseph's ribs all the more, and gave Amanda far greater stability.
She had turned down the volume on Joseph's alarms, so it wasn't until she noticed a light flashing amber that she took notice of his distress. "Oh, you're awake then," she said contemptuously. Joseph's eyes, wet with tears, locked onto hers, pleading silently for mercy. "I'm awful comfy up here," she continued giving Joseph a little grin and wiggling her hips on the seat, "so try and be good OK!" Joseph was helplessly imobilised and in agony, totally at her command, how could he do anything else but be good?
Amanda made a show of shuffling about a bit on her stool, getting comfortable, then crossed her legs and continued reading. Joseph lay in agony below her for another hour. While she sat comfortably, relaxed and happy, he suffered. His muscles trembled and burned, his lungs strained for more oxygen. He swam in and out of consciousness. Every muscle in his body ached.
Finally Amanda slipped from the stool. She stood at his side, then lifted the cruel device from Joseph's chest. His ribcage had contorted agonisingly to the pressure of the four legs. There were deep indentations in his chest where the skin and bone had surrendered, leaving deep hollows. Amanda laughed delightedly, before poking her fingers into each hole. It amazed her to see her finger disappear up to the knuckle. The holes seemed more than a little tender and sore. The skin was bruised and inflamed. Joseph's eyes and face crinkled up in agony to her touch.
Amanda climbed up on the bed, then sat on Joseph's upper thighs with a solid thump. His thigh bones bent down sharply, creaking as if they were about to break. Fresh agonies ran through his helpless form. Amanda kicked off her loafers, revealing the damp soles of her cartoon character socks. She used her toes to remove the panty mask, then slapped her socked soles onto Joseph's waiting face. "Ahhhhhhh, that's nice," she sighed. "You are good to me Joseph." She smiled mockingly as she spoke. "I feed you that nasty sandwich, I make you smell my panties all night, I trample you flat, I even make you the base of my chair, but you love me enough to let me soothe my tired ickle feeties on your face." She slid her feet back and forth as she spoke, then beat out a rhythm on his face with her soles. "You are a good boy." She chuckled.
As she punished Joseph, she failed to hear her mother coming up the stairs. Caroline stood in the doorway and smiled lovingly at her wonderful daughter. She loved the way Amanda was so unerringly cruel to the boy. Caroline wore a cream blouse, a brown A-line miniskirt, opaque brown tights and brown ankle boots, with a silver buckle fastener. She walked over to the pair.
The next day, when Joseph woke up, he felt terrible pains in his chest. His breathing was hard and laboured, and every breath smelt of stale sweat and musky arousal. The pink cotton panties that Amanda had placed over his head, where still in place. The crotch had dried, and had actually glued itself to his nose and upper lip. He blinked his eyes, trying to understand what he was seeing.
He could see Amanda from a side on view. He could look up, to her shoulder, chest and head, quite easily, but in his limited state he couldn't easily look down. He forced his eyes to move down her body, to her waist and buttocks and thighs. She was sitting over him on some kind of raised seat. Whatever she was sat on, he was aware he was in great pain.
Amanda was sitting on a cushioned stool, with a nicely padded topside, and four short legs. It was these legs that were causing him so much pain, as they pressed firmly into his ribs and chest muscles. Every breath was achieved by lifting the pretty girl upwards. The strain of this was incredible, and that was why he had awoken. Already his chest was thrubbing with pain.
Amanda looked pretty and studious. Her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail. Her glasses were high up on her nose. She wore a pale blue cardigan, faded blue jeans, Winnie the Pooh socks, and brown penny loafers. Her legs swung playfully back and too in front of her, and her right loafer was off at the heel, swinging from her skilful toes.
She held a copy of Milton's "Paradise Lost" in her left hand, and she was making notes in the right hand margin. Feeling a little numb in the right bum cheek the pretty young girl pressed her right hand down and lifted up on that side for a few seconds. This made the pain from the stool's wooden legs all the more intense on that side. It felt to Joseph as if his chest was on fire. His ribs themselves were bending inward due to their elasticity, which compromised Joseph's ribs all the more, and gave Amanda far greater stability.
She had turned down the volume on Joseph's alarms, so it wasn't until she noticed a light flashing amber that she took notice of his distress. "Oh, you're awake then," she said contemptuously. Joseph's eyes, wet with tears, locked onto hers, pleading silently for mercy. "I'm awful comfy up here," she continued giving Joseph a little grin and wiggling her hips on the seat, "so try and be good OK!" Joseph was helplessly imobilised and in agony, totally at her command, how could he do anything else but be good?
Amanda made a show of shuffling about a bit on her stool, getting comfortable, then crossed her legs and continued reading. Joseph lay in agony below her for another hour. While she sat comfortably, relaxed and happy, he suffered. His muscles trembled and burned, his lungs strained for more oxygen. He swam in and out of consciousness. Every muscle in his body ached.
Finally Amanda slipped from the stool. She stood at his side, then lifted the cruel device from Joseph's chest. His ribcage had contorted agonisingly to the pressure of the four legs. There were deep indentations in his chest where the skin and bone had surrendered, leaving deep hollows. Amanda laughed delightedly, before poking her fingers into each hole. It amazed her to see her finger disappear up to the knuckle. The holes seemed more than a little tender and sore. The skin was bruised and inflamed. Joseph's eyes and face crinkled up in agony to her touch.
Amanda climbed up on the bed, then sat on Joseph's upper thighs with a solid thump. His thigh bones bent down sharply, creaking as if they were about to break. Fresh agonies ran through his helpless form. Amanda kicked off her loafers, revealing the damp soles of her cartoon character socks. She used her toes to remove the panty mask, then slapped her socked soles onto Joseph's waiting face. "Ahhhhhhh, that's nice," she sighed. "You are good to me Joseph." She smiled mockingly as she spoke. "I feed you that nasty sandwich, I make you smell my panties all night, I trample you flat, I even make you the base of my chair, but you love me enough to let me soothe my tired ickle feeties on your face." She slid her feet back and forth as she spoke, then beat out a rhythm on his face with her soles. "You are a good boy." She chuckled.
As she punished Joseph, she failed to hear her mother coming up the stairs. Caroline stood in the doorway and smiled lovingly at her wonderful daughter. She loved the way Amanda was so unerringly cruel to the boy. Caroline wore a cream blouse, a brown A-line miniskirt, opaque brown tights and brown ankle boots, with a silver buckle fastener. She walked over to the pair.