New Story F/F "Wheels"

[Sauur]

For some reason I enjoy stories where the one doing the dominating is evil. And the one who is being dominated is a good person completely undeserving of the pain and torture.

Its a theme I've done with several stories now. This story *will* start out slow but part two will have some fetish action. :)

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Hannah waited by the bus stop and sighed as she saw a car drive past. The bus was late again. The handicapped bus was the bus that would drop her and her wheel chair off at work. Hannah was paralyzed from the waist down. When she was young and not disabled she dreamed about driving. She was so thrilled when she had finally saved enough money to buy an old beater and drive it to school. Hannah had only had the car for a couple of months when… the incident occurred. Her thoughts flinched at the dark day and she willed herself not to remember. Even so tears welled in her eyes and she shook her head and told herself she wouldn’t cry.

Hannah was a petite woman even before the incident. Her features were delicate; her angelic face looked as if it was made of fine porcelain. She was a light colored brunette and looked quite pretty. Many men would find her attractive save for the fact she was in a wheel chair. This was another depressing thought for Hannah. Due to her disability she could never reach an orgasm, all feeling below the waist was completely gone.

Hannah did have pluck. It had been three years after her injuries and she was now 21. She worked hard to be self sufficient and now had a job as a receptionist. She even had a nickname at work “wheels” that was said with affection. When she did smile it lit up her face and one couldn’t help but have their mood lift when one of those rare smiles occurred. And it was a rare smile, while she tried to have a positive outlook she was constantly reminded of things she could never do. Each car that passed on by was a painful reminder that she would never be able to drive.

The bus finally arrived and she wheeled herself to the automatic lift and waited patiently as it put her on the bus. She was looking forward to work; being around people was good for her. When she was by herself she became depressed and would think about all the things she wouldn’t be able to do. She tried to tell herself to look on the bright side. She had a job, she had her own place, but it was hard. For the millionth time she cursed those evil bitches that did this to her.

What happened three years ago? Three years ago she was in her final year of school. She was 18 years old, thin and elfin. She stood at 5 foot two inches and even though she way shy she received a lot of attention from the boys. For the most part she demurely turned them away, she was just not ready for an intimate relationship.

One day the popular quarterback Bret asked her out to prom, Hannah was completely shocked! With some confusion she asked, “But aren’t you dating Kristin?” Kristin and Bret had been a couple for over a year. Kristen was a blonde bombshell. She was 5 foot 9 had a terrific set of breasts and was very athletic. She was captain of the girls’ volleyball team and held many of the school’s female records in track and field.

Bret said, “That’s over now. That bitch is crazy, I’m done with her.” Hannah was nervous, she didn’t want to upset anybody but this was Bret! She looked down and said, “Are you sure?” Bret caressed her chin and tilted it up. “Yeah of course, you really are beautiful and I wouldn’t want to go with anyone but you.” Her heart melted and she smiled her beautiful smile and said, “Yes I would love to go to prom with you.”

That afternoon when school let out one of her acquaintances in her French class asked her to meet her behind the school by the gym. The other girl’s name was Jenny and she was a plain looking girl who didn’t talk too often with Hannah. She wouldn’t explain why she wanted to meet here there but said that it was important. Hannah being a trusting soul agreed. After all she had her own car now so she didn’t need to take the bus. Hannah despised taking the bus; it was the highlight of her year when she could purchase her beat up old car.

Hannah felt uneasy as if a sixth sense was warning her about something. She ignored it and headed behind the school. Almost everyone else was gone as there was no practice that day. Jenny was sitting by the corner of the outside of the gym, Hannah saw that she looked nervous and wondered again why she wanted to talk with her. As she drew closer Jenny waved her forward and loudly said, “Hello Hannah!”

As Hannah arrived next to Jenny three girls sprang out from around the corner. Kristen and two other girls on the volleyball team came around straight at Hannah. Hannah just started and was completely surprised when Kristen slammed her against the wall of the gym. “Got you now you stupid slut.”

Hannah looked fearfully up at the larger girl. “What’s g-going on Kristen?” Kristen delivered a vicious blow to the smaller girl’s stomach. Hannah doubled over but Kristen viciously pulled her back up by the hair. “Don’t you dare play dumb with me! You little whore you are trying to get with MY man.”

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As always feedback is appreciated!

[danimalx]

Excellent start! Love those type of stories (f/f...one evil, one non-deserving) too. Makes for some great femdom. Looking forward to the next chapter.

[Heckron]

Looking forward to hearing more buddy! This is my favorite type of story as well.

You're one of the best writers we've got man...at least for my tastes :)

[macrina]

Great start, please go on, thank you.

[Escargot211]

For some reason I enjoy stories where the one doing the dominating is evil. And the one who is being dominated is a good person completely undeserving of the pain and torture.


Me, too! Please, go on with the story.

[asswiper]

yes great start i have to agree please keep going

[iceblock]

Three great reasons for always coming to these forums in no particular order are stories so generously provided by Laffalot, Sauur and Faceseatforjeans, with apologies to the numerous other outstanding writers who post stories regularly that I've forgotten.

One reason for not visiting often, stories provided in Parts spread over a few days or weeks. It's really hard to keep with the flow. It was one reason I so liked Laffalot's latest offering in the facesitting section, a completed story uploaded all at once.

I really look forward to reading your stuff Sauur, our taste in genre is remarkably similar. Hope you get the time to post more parts soon mate.

An outstanding start again.

[lord azrael]

for some reason i seem to be geting adicted to your stories saaur. it's one hell of a start you got there, can't wait to see the rest

[reflux]

It can be good story. I love f/f and ff/f.

I like, when next part of the story is one topic, it esier to read and manage it. I don't mind if next parts are in few days (like trample in the bank), but i hope it will be postet regular. Keep going mean, i would like to read some good trample and have hope for breasts trample with spikes or boots too :)

[Razor]

The wheelchair stuff worries me, you may have found my line in the sand where it is just a bit too extreme for me to find it hot haha

[Sauur]

Thank you all for the kind feedback! :)


One reason for not visiting often, stories provided in Parts spread over a few days or weeks. It's really hard to keep with the flow. It was one reason I so liked Laffalot's latest offering in the facesitting section, a completed story uploaded all at once.

Ah yes this is a tough issue. The problem is that I don't write too often and when I do I get uhh excited. When I get excited I start looking around the forum instead of working on the story!

Its difficult for me to sit down and just write. I also enjoy getting feedback and some stories kind of are a dud so I like to put them out as I write it and get feedback.

I hope everyone continues to enjoy the story!

PART II

Hannah struggled trying to wriggle free but Kristen’s grip on her hair was ironclad. Hannah gasped in pain and said, “Let me go.” Kristen pulled on her hair and whipped her head down and then back up as she leaned close to her face. “You aren’t even denying it you little slut, what the hell did you do give him a blow job right here at school you dirty skank?”

Hannah responded, “I didn’t do anything! He asked me out he said he had dumped you.”

“YOU LIAR!”

Kristen screamed at her and punched her full on in the face. Kristen let go of her hair as Hannah crumpled to the ground. Hannah’s eye socket had been hit straight on and she saw stars as her world spun. With no chance to recover Kristen kicked her with her powerful legs. The first strike hit her breast and lifted her in the air slightly her next cracked into her ribs with thunderous force.

After several blows all Hannah could do was curl into a fetal position and cry out in pain. Kirsten once again pulled her up by her hair and angrily asked her, “Don’t you lie to me slut, what the fuck did you do to get my man?” Hannah whimpered in pain and begged her tormenter, “Please stop please.”

Kristen yanked her up to her feet, again by the hair, and threw her back into the gym wall. One of the other girls chimed in, “Answer her question slut.” Kirsten said, “Its whores like you willing to give blow jobs or fuck guys at a moments notice that ruin guys for the rest of us.”

Hannah coughed; her chest ached from the blows. She said, “Kirsten I-I didn’t sleep with him I swear.”

“LAIR!”

Kirsten attacked like a savage lioness. She clawed at Hannah’s eyes, Hannah shrieked and tried to shield herself with her hands and was promptly slammed to the ground by one of the other girls. Kristen jumped into the air and crashed with both of her sneakered feet onto Hannah’s breasts. She slammed her foot into Hannah’s face and ground her tread into her face. Hannah screamed.

“Shut” *Stomp* “the” *Stomp* “fuck” *Stomp* “up!” *Stomp*

Kirsten yelled as she stomped her foot into Hannah’s face. Hannah cry’s died down; she was desperate to avoid further abuse. She felt utterly helpless and feared for her life. She just wanted the beating to end she was willing to say anything to make it stop.

Kirsten once again hauled the petite woman by the hair. “Are you ready to stop lying slut?” Hannah nodded meekly. “So tell me you whore what did you do to get my man to want to go out with you?” Hannah lied and said, “I.. Kristen I’m s-so sorry. I uh, I gave him a blow job between passing period.”

The girls hooted and laughed and called her slut, skank, whore, bitch, cunt, and trash. Kirsten was not laughing though she seemed to be getting even angrier. “I KNEW it. You dirty bitch. You dirty nasty bitch. She spat in Hannah’s face. “You are trash look at you do you think these would ever impress a man?” She grabbed at Hannah’s tits and viciously twisted.

Hannah took the abuse and said, “I-I’m sorry please stop. I’m so sorry please Kristen, please.” One of Kristen’s friends said, “Yeah beg you cheap whore, beg on your knees.” Hannah still eager to avoid a further beating knelt on the ground and continued to beg. “Please Kristen, I’m so sorry for what I have done. P-Please forgive me.”

Kristen still stared at her with a burning intensity that twisted Hannah’s gusts with terror. The other friend said, “You are such a worm groveling in the dirt begging your superior, you aren’t fit to clear her shoes.” The other girl laughed and said, “Hah she might not be worthy but I want to see her lick the dirt from Kristen’s shoe!”

Kirsten still silent and still staring down at Hannah blinked once and then a slow cruel smile formed on her face. She lifted one leg up and extended her foot.

“Lick.”

Hannah swallowed thickly and stuck out her tongue and began to lap at the grimy bottom of Kristen’s sneaker. All the dirt and grime from a full day’s worth of school and practice were on those shoes. While Kristen remained silent the other two cruel women continued to taunt and laugh. They ‘helped’ by pulling her head back and spitting in her mouth to give her more moisture.

After several minutes Kristen switched feet. Hannah could taste the dirty grit in her mouth as she continued her disgusting task. After making sure every bit of grime was off the sneaker she meekly said, “Again I’m just so s-sorry for what I did. Please Kristen you are so much better then me this won’t happen again please Kristen please forgive me.”

Kirsten stepped back still staring down at the smaller girl on her knees begging. Hannah’s tear streaked dirty face didn’t look very pretty now. Most people would have been satisfied. Most people would have left it at that. But that wasn’t enough for Kristen.

Kristen’s response to Hannah’s request of forgiveness?

“No.”

Kristen turned and lashed out with a brutal round kick to Hannah’s temple.

[asswiper]

very good please continue . i want to see where your taking this. you got me hooked so far

[danimalx]

Amazing start to a story! Been checking on a daily basis with great anticipation. Really looking for the next installment. You have a great gift for writing. The F/F forced action is awesome, and the power exuded by the tormentor is fantastic.

[macrina]

Great story.

[LuvsHerHeels]

excellent...luv the brutality and cruelty of Kristen...make that bitch Hannah suffer.

[Sauur]

Sorry about the delay guys. The direct this story is evolving in is kinda weird. I hope its a good kind of weird. :)

Not a huge amount of action here but stick with it, things will get interesting.



PART III

That blow knocked Hannah unconscious. Perhaps that was a mercy. Kristen didn’t stop her attack and Hannah was dead to the world. Perhaps that was a good thing. On the other hand if Hannah was awake maybe her painful cries for mercy may have been heeded. Maybe, maybe not.

Did Kristen deliberately break Hannah’s spine? At the trial she would say it wasn’t done on purpose that it was just a catfight gone horribly wrong. Her friends did not dispute her events of course. But Hannah would always wonder how many times Kristen deliberately smashed her heel into her lower spine as she lay helpless and unconscious.

The truth was more depraved then the jury could believe. Kristen knew exactly what she was doing. Her stomps were placed with the specific purpose of cracking her vertebrate and leaving her paralyzed. At her trail she had her boyfriend (who was now under her thumb again) testify that he in fact had told Kristen that he had slept with Hannah and he felt terrible that he had caused the fight.

Kristen had taken the stand and shed tears saying how sorry she was and how she felt so terrible. She was found guilty but her sentence was only five years, she was out in two on good behavior. Hannah tried not to think about the injustice of it. Kristen was out in two years while she would be imprisoned in the wheelchair for life.

The bus dropped her off at the office. Again she patiently waited while the lift slowly lowered her to curb. She wheeled herself into the office and was greeted by a cheery set of “hey Wheels” and “Good morning.” She smiled one of her rare smiles; it was good to belong somewhere.

Her day passed and she enjoyed it, not that the work was interesting but the dialogue with people, the friendly smiles she received or a compliment from one of her office friends was probably more beneficial then any number of visits to her therapist. Today she was scheduled to visit that therapist after work.

Therapy did help her issues but sometimes she thought talking about them made it even worse. After she recovered from her other injuries, minus the broken back that crippled her for life, she was hounded by nightmares. Nightmares about being alone, nightmares about being beaten up, nightmares about school and nightmares about… feet, were all common place.

The painful routine with the bus occurred again and she was dropped off in front of her therapist’s office. She wheeled herself up the handicap ramp and rolled in. Her therapist was name Dr. Rice, she was a kindly looking woman in her 40’s. They began as usual with how Hannah had made it through the week.

“Well Dr. Rice I only had four nightmares last week! I think we are making progress,” Hannah said optimistically. Dr. Rice shook her head, “Hannah I know it was traumatic but that is not much progress, if you would just talk about what is occurring in your nightmares we can air out those issues and get to the root of them, only then can we heal them.” Hannah shook her head, “I know what the root of the problem is, and it was those girls and what they did. I can’t relive it, I can’t tell you about it, I-I, I just can’t,” she finished with a sob.

Dr. Rice sighed and said, “All right Hannah lets go over breathing and positive thinking exercises.” The rest of the session was pointless to Dr. Rice, without getting to the root all of this would just relax Hannah and no real healing would occur. But still it did help and hopefully with time Hannah would open up.

At the end of the session Dr. Rice thought of a new idea. “Hannah if you can not talk about it, why don’t you write? Keep a journal of your nightmares, your feelings and fears. No one has to see it but just putting it on paper can be very therapeutic.” Hannah’s lip quivered but then she steeled herself and said, “Maybe you’re right Dr. Rice, I think I will do that.”

Hannah left and once more endured the monotony of waiting for the bus. She let out a wistful sigh as her dream car, a shiny Mustang drove past. She was dropped off back at her home; she wheeled herself up the wheelchair ramp and let herself in. That evening she got out pen and paper and a notebook. The pen trembling she began to write about her nightmare the night before.

Dear Journal,

I was so scared. I was back in school, when I could still walk. And I was cornered. Kristen and the entire volleyball team had me trapped inside the gym. As always Kristen loomed larger than life. In my dreams she is always at least 6 feet tall if not larger.

I try to run but it’s no use I’m surrounded. Kristen is there everywhere I turn. They throw me to the ground and kick me. I try to block but they come from everywhere and I’m helpless the pain is intolerable. Kristen is always the cruelest; she grinds my fingers with her shoes to the gym floor until they are bleeding raw.

I beg for mercy but they just laugh. Kristen then says, “I’m going to cripple you. I am going to stomp on your spine until its mush!” I cried out to her begging her to spare me, I beg and cry and tell her I’ll do anything.

“Well you dirty little whore, if you clean each our shoes AND our feet I won’t cripple you.”

I began with Kristen’s shoes; I cleaned my own blood off of them with my tongue. It didn’t end there. Kristen took off her shoes and the smell nearly made me pass out. How could her feet smell so bad? But I didn’t want to be crippled I didn’t want too live my life in a wheel chair. When I am done with the disgusting putrid task of licking her foul feet there is the next girl to service. And the next. And the next.

Time seems to crawl and there is an endless parade of feet and shoes. I feel like I have been there forever when finally all of their feet are clean. It is finally done and my mouth is numb from the dirt, there is no moisture left and my throat is raw from swallowing the mud from their shoes.

Kristen seems to grow larger as she looks down at me and says, “Well that was fun but its time to break your back, its time to snap your spine.” I scream out “NOOOOOO” but one of the other girls stuffs the most horrendously vile socks into my mouth and my protests are silenced. And then it happens. Kristen jumps in the air and I squeeze my eyes shut against the inevitable pain.

Then I wake up, realizing it was all a dream. Except the worst part, the very worst part. I am still a cripple and that will never change, I will never know the joy of an orgasm or the feel of a man inside me. I will never walk again. That part is worse then the entire dream.

In tears she put down the pen and closed the notebook. That night she lifted herself into bed and prayed that she wouldn’t have another nightmare that night. Fearfully she closed her eyes.

[asswiper]

glad to see your carrying on with it , i read this part with interest and wonder where it will take me next it writen well . thank you and hope to read more soon

:clap::clap::clap:

[macrina]

Very good job, please more, and thank you.

[Heckron]

Good stuff as always man...please continue!:clap:

[iceblock]

Nice update Sauur. I like where you're going with it now, though like someone else has already said, I'm a little bit troubled by the whole broken spine thing, not particularly arousing! Thankfully though you skirted around that aspect of the story, which leads us to therapy.

I know if I were Dr Rice, and the Journal writing doesn't work, my intention would be to organise a meeting with Kristen. A meeting which doesn't go to plan, Dr Rice has secretly forwarded the journal to Kristen, who has no remorse for what she's done, and in fact wants to torment Hannah even further, making her nightmares reality. The evil Dr Rice and Kristen then have their way with the defenseless girl in the form of dirty foot worship, and then the ultimate degradation, they force Hannah to give them both, by way of facesitting, what she can no longer have . . . an orgasm!

[hellbentforleatherr]

For some reason I enjoy stories where the one doing the dominating is evil. And the one who is being dominated is a good person completely undeserving of the pain and torture.


That's because you're evil! Now on with the story! "wheels".. Interesting title. I am looking forward to seeing where this is going.

[Sauur]

I know if I were Dr Rice, and the Journal writing doesn't work, my intention would be to organise a meeting with Kristen. A meeting which doesn't go to plan, Dr Rice has secretly forwarded the journal to Kristen, who has no remorse for what she's done, and in fact wants to torment Hannah even further, making her nightmares reality. The evil Dr Rice and Kristen then have their way with the defenseless girl in the form of dirty foot worship, and then the ultimate degradation, they force Hannah to give them both, by way of facesitting, what she can no longer have . . . an orgasm!

I like the way you think!

Thanks for all the kind comments again everyone. There is more set up in this chapter but it starts to get interesting. Here is the next part.

PART IV


Hannah continued writing in her journals during the next few weeks. She detailed the terrible dreams that she had. Many of them were about being kicked, stomped and trampled on. Many also had her having to clean dirty stinky feet and shoes. But those were not the only nightmares she had.

She had developed a fear of helplessness as well. Being in very enclosed spaces scared her deeply. An elevator was OK as long as it was not too full. Her nightmares had her in a tiny box unable to escape and just left there forever, no matter how loud she screamed or how hard she hit the box she was trapped. Other variations of the dream had the box fill with water or just being buried alive.

Hannah dutifully continued writing in her journal and as Dr. Rice predicted this did actually help her. Hannah’s nightmares occurred less frequently, though still at least twice a week. Hannah then received a phone call that would change her life again. Her attorney who had been going after the school in a civil case called. She had brought a law suit forward against the school, the school had been trying to fight it but her lawyer called with great news, they were settling.

Hannah was glad she asked, “How much are they offering?” The lawyer at the other end was quite pleased when he said, “Millions, apparently a major news network wants to do a big story on school violence and wants to make your case the center piece, when the school found out they felt they would have terrible publicity if they were fighting in court against a paralyzed student they failed to protect.”

Hannah went over the details and had some papers to sign. In the end she agreed to an annuitized settlement, she would receive $500,000.00 a year for the rest of her life. Hannah wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with the money but one thing she did do was keep her job. She enjoyed the human contact just too much.

When the media story was played she received a ton of requests to do interviews but refused all of them. While she had made progress with her journal she just couldn’t say what happened out loud. The story made the national media and was part of a broader cycle regarding school violence; Hannah did her best to ignore all of it, thought it irritated her when they announced to the world she was getting half a million dollars each year from the school. She feared that her co-workers would treat her differently, her fears proved unfounded however.

One indulgence she did allow herself was professional piano lessons. She had a natural talent and purchased a grand piano for her home. She diligently practiced at it for hours after work, thrilled that she could create such beautiful music even if she was disabled. This led to a brand new nightmare. It was terrible for her, made all the worse because she was truly developing a talent as a pianist.

Dear Journal,

Last night I had a real bad one. It was just really bad. I dreamt that I was going to have the chance to perform live in front of thousands of people. It was going to be my big night and all eyes were on me. Oddly enough in this dream I was in a wheel chair, normally I’m whole and I become crippled but this time I was as I am now.

I wheeled myself to the piano, it was perfectly polished grand piano and the spotlight was on me. And then she was there. Kristen. Why was she here I wondered? She was wearing stiletto heels and with no warning she kicked me in the chest knocking me to the ground. She dragged me out of the wheel chair in front of everyone.

Sneering down at me she furiously yelled at me, “You are supposed to a cripple and worthless, I see I didn’t do a good enough job the first time!” Those stilettos then stomp down on my fingers. I feel them snap as she stomps on my hands. With her heel she pinned down my hand and then place her other spiked stiletto on top of the joint. With that point grinding down onto my finger I felt so much pain I thought I would mad.

She laughed as I screamed for each and every single joint for each of my fingers. My throat was raw when she was done. She glanced with disgust at the blood on her heels. “Try to be a little useful and lick the blood off of my shoes.” Broken and crippled once more I obeyed, I felt sick and nauseated from pain and disgust but I couldn’t stop myself. I licked and sucked my own blood from her heels. She then walked off the stage and the crowd started to boo at me. I awoke trembling, clutching my hands so thankful that they weren’t taken away from me as well.

Another couple of weeks passed. Hannah had come home and had finished practicing on her piano. She pulled herself into bed as normal and froze as she thought she heard something. She paused for a tense minute then believing it was nothing she put her back down onto her pillow. More silence, she put the sound out of her mind and drifted to sleep.

Once again Hannah should have trusted her instincts. The multi-million dollar settlement paid in increments over her life drew media attention. A lot of people learned about the story, including Kristen. Kristen had spent two years in prison. And while prison was not a cup of tea she was athletic, confident and had a killer instinct. Without any men around she learned the joys of having women service her orally.

When she heard that little Hannah was going to be set for life she was furious. In Kristen’s mind she was the victim. She was a star volleyball player who could have made it to Olympics if it wasn’t for Hannah pissing her off so much. So she flew back to her home town with Erica a woman she had met in prison. Erica was two inches shorter then Kristen putting her at 5 foot 7. She was not fat but she was voluptuous with a big ass and large breasts. Due to these factors as well as being Hispanic she was often giving “J-Lo” as nickname.

Both of the women in their early 20’s had scoped the home for days. They had broken in once previously to check if there were any alarms. Erica had shaken her head when they found there were none and remarked, “What an idiot, did you stomp on her head when you were in school with her too?”

They had hid in the house as Hannah played the piano and had gone to bed. When they were sure she was good and asleep they moved into action. They doused a rag with chloroform and Kristen took the rag and climbed up the bed. She put down the rag quickly covering Hannah’s mouth and nose with it. Hannah jolted awake only to look up in terror at Kristen’s grinning face. The chloroform hit just as the full horror of her situation dawned on her. Her muffled soul despairing shriek quickly faded into unconsciousness.

[macrina]

Great work Sauur, love your work. Thank you, and please go on.

[asswiper]

great work love to see where this is going please dont stop its great .

[Sauur]

THE ACTION IS HERE!!!!

I hope you guys enjoy.

Kristen and Erica took no chances. They took her down to the basement of Hannah’s home and tightly sealed her mouth with duct tape. They duct taped her hands tightly allowing for no possible use of them, of course tying her feet would be unnecessary so they did not. They carried her down and then brought her wheel chair. On a table they laid out the paperwork. Kristen told Erica, “Check out her computer and any papers she has, lets find out what account she has her money in, I’ll have her start signing the forms.”

Erica used to be a paralegal and so knew a little about laws and such. She had prepared a power of attorney for Hannah to sign giving Erica full control of her finances in her place. They would use these forms to take all of the money she was getting from the settlement. Now Kristen just had to make little crippled Hannah sign those forms. Kristen smiled to herself and told Hannah’s unconscious form, “Oh I do hope you try to resist…”
Kristen slapped Hannah’s cheeks lightly. “Come on, wake up already.” Hannah stirred awake. “Ah that’s it,” with those words she let loose a sharp slap across Hannah’s face. Hannah awoke with a jolt and looked in disbelief at Kristen.

Hannah realized two things. She was helpless, completely bound and at Kristen’s mercy. More frightening was the understanding that this was no dream. Kristen pulled up a chair and sat close to Hannah, she rubbed the cheek she had just struck, “Hello Hannah it has been a long time hasn’t it? Oh silly me, you can’t respond. You will just have to listen.”

“I have some papers for you to sign. And you will sign them one way or the other. You will sign a legally binding document called a Power Of Attorney; with this document Erica will be able to do any and all financial and business transactions.” Hannah mumbled something through the duct tape.

Kristen put her hand to her ear, “Oh what’s that? You have a problem with that?” Seeing the dangerous eager glint in Kristen’s eye Hannah quickly shook her head no. Kristen laughed, “You are so scared, this is awesome I love it. You are making this so easy and here I was looking forward to torturing you!” Hannah shivered.

Kristen took out the documents and said, “I’m going to undue your right hand, if you try any funny business, well I may just have some fun after all.” Completely petrified with fear Hannah just wanted to sign and have them leave, they can have the money she just didn’t want to be hurt again. Kristen freed her hand and presented her forms to sign. Hannah didn’t even bother reading them for fear of angering Kristen and meekly signed each one where Kristen pointed.

Erica came in holding Hannah’s diary. “Hey Kristen you’ll never believe this! This little disabled ditz has been dreaming about you all this time.” Hannah made a feeble grab for the diary but with only one hand free and without the use of her legs Erica simply laughed at her pitiful attempt. Erica started to read a passage from one of her dreams.

Kristen took off her shoes and the smell nearly made me pass out. How could her feet smell so bad?

Kristen laughed and said, “Oh so you think my feet smell bad? The funny part is that you are actually right, my feet do smell. In prison there was this scrawny little bitch that reminded me of you. Erica and I would ambush her after recreational time when we were good and sweaty and force her to sniff and then clean our feet.”

Hannah listed with growing horror as Kristen continued with her tale. Erica chimed in, “Oh yeah did she hate it the struggle she would put up, God it gets me wet just thinking about it.” Kristen went on, “Of course being such a small girl she had no chance. We ended up bribing the guard to have transferred into our cell!”

“You should have seen the look on her face when that announcement was made,” added Erica.

“Oh the fun we had with her,” Kristen spoke almost longingly. “When she moved to our cell we really had our way with her. Licking our feet was only the beginning; soon she was our little pussy and ass slave. And she didn’t have a lesbian bone in her body! We even managed to get the prison laundry delivered to our cell and made that little cunt lick clean hundreds of women’s socks and panties!”

Hannah could only stare in shocked terror as Kristen and Erica spoke so casually about degrading and debasing another human being. Kristen continued, “The best part was that she only had three months of her sentence left when she was transferred to our cell. After three weeks of our abuse we found her dead, apparently she hung herself instead of letting us continue to play with her.” Erica cruelly laughed, “She was under 30, it was hilarious she had what another 40-50 years left of life after prison? But all because of my cute little feet and this she ended it all.” She slapped her ass as she said “this.”

Hannah felt nauseous these monsters had abused and tortured a woman and driven her to suicide and they felt no remorse!

“So yes my feet do have a certain natural aroma to them, in your dream they were smelly I think I’m going to make you tell me which is worse.”

Hannah howled in her gag and tried to undue the duct tape with her free hand so she could scream for help. Erica easily wrestled her one hand down with both of her hands. She twisted and hauled Hannah out of her wheel chair. Easily manhandling her to the ground she twisted the arm sharply upward electing another stifled cry of pain. Kristen and Erica easily reattached the duct tape completely securing her once more.

She struggled in vain desperately trying to free herself. Her mind rebelled at the prospect of what was occurring. This had to be a dream. It must be a dream. Oh God it wasn’t a dream. Sitting down comfortably Kristen planted her sneakered feet on Hannah’s face. Lifting her foot slightly she used Hannah’s face as a tool to kick off her shoes. It dug into Hannah’s face painfully as they were removed.

Erica removed her shoes and her cloths. Overcome with the cruel domination that Kristen was inflicting on Hannah she just had to play with herself. She moaned and started masturbating. “Oh yes make her sniff your feet, yesss.” Kristen was wearing small white socks and Hannah found out that she was not lying, her feet were foul.

Kristen rubbed her feet all over Hannah’s face; Hannah twisted and futilely tried to escape from the stench. It was hopeless she had no here to go Kristen’s feet covered her face and every bit of air she took in included the putrid odor. Erica watched on with growing sexual excitement as Hannah struggled and writhed on the floor desperate to escape Kristen’s feet.
Kristen laughed in triumph. She was destroying the girl again and she loved every second. “If you thought that was bad you are going to hate this,” she told her helpless victim as she pulled off her socks. Her feet had been in sneakers the entire day as they had waited for Hannah. They were damp with her foot sweat and Hannah started making gagging noises the instant those raunchy feet touched her face.

Kristen smirked, “Uh oh you better be careful, it’s really not good to vomit when your mouth is sealed shut, I’ve seen it happen before and it is not pleasant.” Hannah tried to scream as loud as she could but the duct tape made sure that no one outside of the room would possibly hear. She begged and was able to make barely audible “please, please” sounds.

Hearing her frantic pleading sent Erica over the edge. “YES BEG YOU STUPID BITCH OH YES YES!” Erica loudly had a thunderous orgasm. Her entire body quivered with shudders of pure joy. Kristen snapped at Erica, “Wake up the whole neighborhood why don’t you.” Erica sheepishly replied, “Sorry Krissy.”

Hannah’s face was wet from foot sweat and now tears. The vile humiliation was too much, this woman had crippled her and now she had to inhale her sweaty foot stench! It just wasn’t right.

“Do you know what is really just fantastic about this Erica? Little crippled Hannah hear can *never* have an orgasm. When I broke her spine she now feels nothing from the waist down, she will never know how good it is to orgasm like you just did.”

Erica laughed, “Hah hah, now that is irony. You took away her ability to enjoy the most profound feeling a woman can get AND she is going to be helping us orgasm all the time!”

Hannah heard fresh alarm bells ringing her head. Helping her orgasm? All the time? Kristen saw the fresh concern enter her victim’s eyes. “Oh yes Hannah did you think we were just going to take the money and run? Oh no that would never do. We are going to teach you to be our little crippled carpet muncher. You are going to be trained to lick pussy just the way we like it.”

With renewed energy Hannah tried to free herself from the bondage and somehow escape. Everyone in the room knew it was hopeless including Hannah. What could she possibly due even if she wasn’t trussed up? She couldn’t move her legs; she could be overpowered by one of them let alone the both of them. But Hannah was past rational thinking. To be made to lick another woman… down there… it just couldn’t be allowed to happen someone had to save her someone had to step in. This couldn’t be happening this couldn’t be happening she frantically begged in her head.

“Here let me give you a sneak preview,” Erica told her as she dropped her wet shaved Hispanic pussy on her nose. Hannah’s body was overtaken with a spasm at the new humiliation. Erica smothered her with her pussy, grinding it down on Hannah’s delicate facial features. Hannah’s new concern was a lack of oxygen, her features were turning red and her lungs were burning.

Erica lifted just a half an inch off her victim’s nose only enough for barely an adequate supply of air mixed in with her feminine juices. “Yes inhale my cum inhale it!” Kristen watched on and said, “Erica just make her pass out already we have a long drive ahead of us and we should get her loaded up. Besides there will be plenty of time to play with her later.”

Hannah’s frantic despair was at its peak. No words are adequate to describe the overriding terror that cramped her chest. Her mind churned for some source of escape, her brittle psyche was being shattered once more by the very thought of having to serve these two demons in human flesh. As her oxygen ran out and her despair heightened as she felt the blinding burning lung pain she hysterically pleaded prayed and hoped that this was just some terrible nightmare.

It was not.

[submissive_male4u]

If I knew Hannah, I would be with her and fight against Kristen and Erica. Why can't you write about women abusing men? I think it is more erotic that way. To me, it is just too cruel seeing women abusing a woman.

[Sauur]

If I knew Hannah, I would be with her and fight against Kristen and Erica. Why can't you write about women abusing men? I think it is more erotic that way. To me, it is just too cruel seeing women abusing a woman.

Different people have different tastes.

I've written a number of F/M stories too you may want to check them out. Here are a few.

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=94424

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=61729

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=99554

And of course everyone in reality would find what they are doing to Hannah deplorable. But hey its fantasy. :)

[submissive_male4u]

Yes, I have always enjoyed reading your F/m stories... and to me, it is just that I think it is OK for women to do harm to men, but not the reverse.

I especially enjoyed stories involving lesbians torturing male slaves... because the male slaves can enjoy being in the presence of two beautiful and sexy women...

[macrina]

Thank you Sauur, super work.

[kapassikey]

personally i love woman/woman ^_^. i enjoy this story

[Heckron]

Same here man...u know I'm always a huge fan of your stories :)

[Moose]

Different people have different tastes.

I've written a number of F/M stories too you may want to check them out. Here are a few.

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=94424

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=61729

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=99554

And of course everyone in reality would find what they are doing to Hannah deplorable. But hey its fantasy. :)


Personally, I LOVE the fem/fem stuff! I just hope this story has some lengthy full weight facestanding & bare foot worship....especially sole licking!


Moose

[Sauur]

Sorry about the delay folks!!! I've got some trample/shoe worship as well as more psychological torment!

PART VI

Kristen and Erica drove Hannah out into the country where they had prepared the home for their guest. The basement would be secure and they had installed a drain on the bottom of the floor for easy clean up. They had placed their crippled victim in the trunk. Erica let out a laugh as she read how Hannah was claustrophobic from her journal.

“Hey Kristen this girl doesn’t like closed in spaces, when she wakes up she’s going to totally freak out.”

Kristen smiled; her lover was such a sadist. Not that it didn’t turn her on as well, but the sheer sexual joy Erica got from debasing another human was amazing. Kristen responded, “You know I was just going to have her tied down in the basement but we could stuff her into a storage bin, it might be a tight fit but I’m sure you could make it work.”

Erica moaned at the cruel suggestion. Kristen patted her leg and said, “Keep reading her diary maybe we’ll find some more fun games to play with her.” An hour later Hannah woke up still tied in the trunk of her captor’s car. Fear tightened her chest. Her breathing was ragged as her claustrophobia kicked in.

She screamed into her taped mouth and desperately struggled to get free. Like an animal in a too small cage she shrieked and cried and mentally begged to be released. Her entire world was the small trunk; her helplessness, her panic and her despair. Over and over again she shrieked until her throat was raw.

After what seemed to be an eternity the car stopped. She heard the car door slam. Even though it would put her in the hands of those two monsters, anything would be better then being trapped in this tiny space. The trunk opened, Erica and Kristen stared down at her.

Erica laughed, “I could hear your cries from the car! Did you have a nice trip?” Her mouth was still gagged so she simply moaned. Erica became visibly aroused at the sight of Hannah. Hannah’s eyes were puffy and red and tears still stained her face. “Poor crippled baby, didn’t like being stuck in the car trunk? Got a little claustrophobia do ya?”

Erica undid the duct tape gag. Hannah said in a hoarse voice, “Please, please let me go I won’t tell anyone please.” Erica just smiled at her futile begging. Kristen told their victim, “We are out in the middle of nowhere the highway is ten miles from this house. No one will find you. You are ours to play with and we will play with you.” Kristen let her tongue slowly play across her lips, to any male or even a lesbian that would have looked wonderfully erotica… but not for Hannah.

Erica undid the bonds holding Hannah’s hands. She had no worries about Hannah actually overpowering her. Erica slapped her face lightly and said, “My little pet we have decided to play a game.” Grinning manically Erica continued, “Since we know about your little fear of closed in spaces we have a little challenge for you. If you succeed you get to sleep in the basement, if you fail we drag your ass back here and you get to spend the night trapped in this tiny, tiny trunk.”

Hannah shook her head violently, “No please, I didn’t do anything to you, why are you doing this, please.” Erica casually spat in Hannah’s face, her saliva now dripped down the paralyzed woman’s cheek and nose. “Because I can,” she simply said. Kristen enjoyed watching Erica’s sadism. Kristen was no stranger to cruelty but Erica had that wild no holds barred sadistic urgency to her that went quite beyond what even “normal” sadistic people had.

Erica smiled, “As I was saying we have a little game. The house is 40 feet away. If you can crawl there by yourself without any help you get to sleep in a nice open basement. Of course if you are a useless pathetic cripple and can’t make it there, you sleep in the trunk.” With those words Erica pulled Hannah out of the trunk by her hair. Hannah gave a small cry as she smashed in the dirt.

Hannah looked at the house 40 feet away. She figured she could do this, and she certainly had enough incentive to not lose. She couldn’t be forced back into that trunk. She just couldn’t. It wasn’t so much a crawl as it was a slither. Without the use of her legs she had to drag her entire body using only her arms. Both girls laughed at her slow progress. When she made 5 feet Erica stood in front of her.
Hannah looked up as Erica towered above her; she saw the cruel smile on Erica’s face and knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. Hannah tried to crawl around; she was half way past Erica when Erica’s foot lashed out with a punishing kick to her ribs. The kick rocked her and she collapsed into the dirt letting out a sharp cry of pain. Erica kicked her shoulder and the used her foot to pushed Hannah onto her back.

Erica stepped up onto Hannah’s stomach with both of her feet. Hannah’s hands automatically came up to try to dislodge the weight from her frail body. Erica just laughed at her feeble attempts, enjoying how her crippled victims face turned red from the pressure. She rocked back and forth eliciting further cries of pain.

Erica said, “If you want to get past me you have to be of service. Clean my shoes and I’ll get up and let you continue your cripple crawl.” Erica stepped up onto Hannah’s breasts smashing them against her and lifted one of her feet. The bottom of her sneaker was filthy, a heavy layer of dirt was on it and Hannah let out a whimper looking at it. “Lick it worm.”

Hannah stuck out her tongue and began licking. It was nasty gritty and she gagged several times. Erica rubbed her shoe all around making the job more difficult and grinding her treads into Hannah’s face. Tears and spittle still on her face was now mixed with dirt made her face filthy. Her body in agony she tried to hurry as best she could. Finally the shoe was clean. Hannah’s triumph was cut short as Erica’s second shoe was immediately put in front of her face.

It took her 20 minutes to finish both shoes, the entire time Erica’s weight was on her chest. Erica gave one last twist on Hannah’s chest then got off. Hannah’s body ached. Her ribs were sore from the vicious kick and her breasts felt flattened. It had been difficult to breathe with her standing on top of her she was weary beyond words.

With a moan she flipped herself onto her belly and began slowly crawling to the house. Erica began to taunt her, “Is that the fastest you can go? You’re useless!” Erica “encouraged” her by kicking her and stomping on her back at regular intervals. Despite the blows Hannah toughed it out and pulled herself inch by inch closer to the house.

When she was five feet from the house Erica once again planted herself in front of Hannah. “This is as far as you go. Make it another five feet and you don’t get stuck in that nasty tiny dark trunk. All you have to do is get past me.” Erica grinned down at Hannah. Hannah’s heart sank into despair; this wasn’t possible she couldn’t make me go back into that trunk. With a surge of desperation she started to pull herself along as fast as she could.

Erica’s snap kick took her in the face and her head lolled back. Erica then stomped viciously on the base of her neck. Hannah wanted to just lay back and do nothing, exhausted and pain simply too much to bear. Instead she clawed at the dirt and pulled herself a little bit forward. Erica stomped again on her back but Hannah still pushed herself forward.
Switching tactics Erica started to pound on Hannah’s ribs with painfully powerful kicks. Another few inches forward and another, Hannah slowly painfully made progress over the last stretch. Erica was enraged at the possibility of this crippled bitch actually making it to the house. She jumped into the air and landed on Hannah’s upper back driving the wind from the poor girl.

While Erica was still standing on her Heather gritted her teeth and pushed a hand forward and pulled her and Erica another four inches. Erica was amazed Hannah had that much strength left. She began stomping and kicking in earnest now, full force blows. Impossibly Hannah still moved forward weathering kicks and stomps. The human spirit is a powerful thing and Hannah’s fierce desire to avoid her claustrophobic terror pushed her beyond human endurance.

She was almost there another one or two pushes and she would be there. She was going to make it, inwardly she felt a surge of triumph, and she was showing Erica up even in this small way. She clung to the victory, her small dose of vengeance at the horror that she was being put through. One more clawed grasp into the dirt and she was there. One more and…

Her hand was stomped into the ground by Kristen’s stiletto. Kristen had gone inside and changed into a pair of black high heels with a stiletto point. The point pierced her skin and pinned it to the dusty earth. Tears of fresh frustrated manifested on Hannah’s face. Kristen twisted with the heel ripping skin causing further damage on her delicate hands. Erica stomped on her other arm. Hannah knew she was done.

She was defeated. She would always be defeated by Kristen. She looked up in despair at the beautiful blonde woman staring down at her. Hannah thought to herself she was never as beautiful as Kristen was, even before she was crippled. Kristen’s mouth curled up and said, “You lose.”

Despair and the feeling of worthlessness roiled through Hannah. Meekly begging and crying as the two girls dragged her back to the car, she had no strength left to fight. “Please don’t do this; please I’ll do anything, no no, please.” They shoved her into the trunk. Erica paused and removed her pants and then her soaking panties. The little scene had her pussy dripping. She forced the cunt juice drenched panties into Hannah’s mouth. As they duct taped her mouth shut and retied her hands Erica said, “Tomorrow you learn how to lick pussy, here is a taste of your new life.”

With the slam of the trunk Hannah started convulsing with fear. Alone with her terror and battered body she was at the nadir of distress. In the darkness her wide eyed horror consumed her. Her thoughts flitted from the dark confines that seemed to close in around her to the wretched idea of being raped over and over again by Erica and Kristen.

[macrina]

Super great, please more. Thank you.

[lord azrael]

great job sauur! especialy the breast trample part. I was beguining to wonder if you had given up on this one. great job!

[danimalx]

Thanks for continuing this story! It is fantastic. Love the F/F sadistic stuff, and your writing makes everything seem so real.

[Sauur]

Thanks for the feedback guys! :bananajum

Here is the next part. The first part might be gross for some as it involves some toilet issues.

***

After the hellish night trapped in the nightmarish confines of the trunk her captors came for her. The stench hit them as soon as they opened the trunk. The crippled captive of course had no way of not pissing and shitting herself. This was why she had to wear adult diapers for the rest of her life.

“Oh that’s just gross,” Erica complained and crinkled her nose. It was worse then gross and Hannah had to suffer the nauseating stench in the close confines of the trunk for most of the night. Yanking her by the hair they pulled her to the ground. Hannah’s entire body ached and she was exhausted beyond her endurance. She could only muster a tiny sigh of relief for finally being let out of her claustrophobic prison.

They dragged her to the back of the house; it truly was in the middle of nowhere. Kristen cut off her filthy clothes with scissors and yanked off the filthy shit filled adult diaper. “You disgust me. Though I have to admit the idea of you in diapers for the rest of your life because of what I did to you is awesome.”

The two lesbians sprayed her with a hose until she was clean. The humiliation of being nude this in bright sunlight made it worse even though there were no other eyes. The two girls then dragged her through the dirt and into the house. The house’s interior was a bit sparse, no pictures hung on the walls. It did have wood flooring and there was a couch and television inside. There were other rooms that Hannah did not see when they first brought her in.

They threw Hannah onto the floor in front of the couch and laughed as she gave off another pathetic little cry. Erica noticed they were tracking mud into the room and said, “You stupid little cunt, because we had to hose you off the ground got muddy and is all over our shoes and floor.” Kristen sat on the couch and said, “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Hannah lay on the ground and propped herself up with an elbow and said, “Please let me go. I’ll pay you; I have money now you don’t need to do this. Please Kristen, please.” Erica jerked Hannah’s head up by the hair and delivered a vicious full force slap. Hannah’s ears started to ring and she brought her hands up to her face cringing from another blow. Erica released her hair and said, “Shut the fuck up. We aren’t letting you go, keep talking and I’m going to stuff you back into that trunk.”

Hannah trembled; they weren’t going to let her go? Kristen once again asked, “Look at the mud on my heels, on Erica’s sneakers and on our floor. What are you going to do about it?” Hannah had been through a lot and she hesitated trying to think of an answer that would appease these capricious monsters. Erica kicked Hannah’s naked body hard with her foot.

“Do we have to spell everything out for you? Stupid bitch lick and suck the mud of our shoes,” Erica yelled at Hannah.

Hannah felt sick to her stomach. She had been trapped all night in the trunk with the stench of her own feces. And now they wanted her to eat mud? She shook her head, “Please…” she meekly begged. Erica’s hot Latina fury exploded. Once again she yanked on Hannah’s hair. Hannah thought her hair was being pulled out of its roots. Erica twisted her victim’s hair until she was flat on her back and then straddled her chest.

She easily pinned Hannah’s arms with her legs. Then she began to viciously slap Hannah’s helpless face. After dozens of blows Erica told her, “You are nothing. You do not shake your head no. You do not say no. We are your masters and we can do anything to you. No one knows you’re here.” She began throttling Hannah with her strong fingers. “If I wanted to I could choke you out right her right now, bitch.”

Hannah stared up into Erica’s brown eyes searching for some kind of mercy or compassion. She found none. Erica let go of her throat before Hannah could pass or die. Erica slapped her again for good measure and continued, “When I get off of you, you are going to lick the mud off of Kristen’s heels. Then you are going to do the same for my sneakers. Then you are going to drag your crippled body across our living room and lick all the mud on the floor, do you understand?”

Hannah nodded fearfully. She was rewarded with another slap. “When I give you a command you reply, “Yes Mistress.” Hannah keen on not being hit anymore meekly complied and said, “Yes Mistress.” Erica smiled in triumph. She clenched her fist and let it hover right above Hannah’s face. “For your earlier refusal I am going to punch you right in the face. Kiss the hand that will punish you.”

Hannah gave out a choked sob and kissed the knuckles that were about to batter her face. Erica let out a spasm of pleasure at the look of trepidation in Hannah’s eyes. “Yesssss,” she hissed in pleasure as she felt lips kiss her hand. “I OWN you!” She shouted those words and then slammed her fist into Hannah’s face. Her knuckles slammed into Hannah’s left cheek, she raised her fist back again and punched Hannah in the lips.

Erica brought her other hand up to continue the pummeling but Kristen interrupted and said, “Erica if you beat her unconscious who is going to clean up the mud?” Erica stopped herself and shuddered one more time with sadistic glee as she saw Hannah’s bloodied lip. She stood up looking down at Hannah, “Remember slave, you are a slave. Disobey us again and see what happens.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Kristen laughed, “See the dummy can be taught.”

Kristen snapped her fingers and pointed at her heels. With a whimper Hannah dragged her body across the floor towards Kristen. When she arrived she began the disgusting task of cleaning her heels. The first lick told her what she already knew, mud doesn’t taste good. She also realized she would need to use her teeth to get it off and so she began. She tore of chunks of it, and forced herself to chew and then… swallow the disgusting mess.

She gagged and nearly lost the contents of her stomach. The girls laughed at her and Erica warned, “If you throw up you’re just going to have to lick it back up.” Fighting down the taste of vomit she swallowed thickly and continued her debasing task. After she gnawed all of it off she licked the heel to get off any trace of mud. Kristen chuckled, “Good girl, good doggy.”

Hannah did the other heel as well. Then it was time to do Erica’s sneakers. She pulled herself forward and before she could start Erica said, “On your back, you’ll clean these the way I want them cleaned.” Hannah lay on her back with her head a few inches from the couch. Erica’s sneakers were muddy and there was more surface to clean then with Kristen’s.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Erica brought her sneakers down onto Hannah’s face. She rubbed them and grinded them into Hannah’s face eliciting a cry of pain. “Keep that tongue out bitch!” Hannah did her best to obey. But her tongue was being crushed into her lip by a sneaker tread. Erica continued the torture for several minutes and much of the mud was in fact removed from her sneakers onto Hannah’s face and even in her hair.

Erica let her feet stop their relentless rubbing and grinding so Hannah could use her mouth to clean the rest of the mud. Erica said, “You are so slow; here let me give you an incentive. Kristen, baby, do ya mind standing on our little foot wipe?” Kristen smiled at her sadistic lover. Kristen had on a pair of three inch heels that were pretty narrow.

Kristen stepped onto Hannah’s tiny stomach her heel digging in sharply. Hannah felt as if she had been stabbed, her hands automatically reached out to her belly. Erica stomped on Kristen’s face, “Hands at your side slave. The faster you clean my shoes the faster Kristen will get off.” With Hannah being completely naked there was no barrier between her and those wickedly pointed heels. Knowing it would futile to resist she strove to lick, chew and swallow as quickly as she could to stop the agony.

Kristen stood on Hannah’s stomach for a short time then she began to move around her chest. Hannah’s skin was delicate and she could already see marks on it. Cruelly twisting, simply because she could, she marked Hannah’s body. As the frantic Hannah was nearing completion Kristen moved to her breasts with her heels. Balancing carefully she dug the points of her heels right into the sensitive nipples.

Hannah screamed. The pain was too great. Her task forgotten she trashed and tried to dislodge Kristen. Erica quickly pinned Hannah’s hands with her feet. She stood up and helped Kristen balance on her perch. Tears of pain streamed down Hannah’s face.

“PLEASE GOD, PLEASE STOP!”

The two sadists laughed. The crippled woman beneath them was helpless. She couldn’t move her legs and her arms were trapped. At Erica’s urging Kristen twisted her heels and rocked her weight back on them. More cries of pain, more sadistic glee. Kristen finally moved back to the girl’s belly. There was actually blood on Hannah’s right nipple. Erica told her, “Better hurry before she gets back on your tits again!” Erica put her sneakered feet back on Hannah’s face, with a final sob Hannah continued to clean.

After she was finished she was made to clean every bit of mud on the floor. Kristen looked down at her and said, “Good grief your face is filthy. I’m going to draw a bath. Erica when she’s done bring her to the bathroom, I want to clean her up before she eats my pussy.” Erica grinned with anticipation and ‘encouraged’ Hannah to lick the floor clean faster with kicks to her ribs.

***

[lord azrael]

perfect
simply perfect!

[macrina]

Great super good. Thank you, its just perfect.

[asswiper]

thank you so much love your style please continue :clap::clap::clap:

[strawberry]

nice breast trample hope they do it again with barefeet

[Sauur]

Glad your enjoying it!

***** ***********

Fighting to keep the mud down she finished. Hannah wanted nothing more to just collapse. She had not gotten much sleep. Her throat was raw from screaming, her mouth was as dry as a cotton ball and she ached. Oh how she ached. But Erica did not care about Hannah’s condition. She kicked Hannah for the umpteenth time she said, “Move your lazy ass.” Hannah obeyed and dragged her body across the floor to the bathroom.

The bathroom had a large Jacuzzi type tub. It could easily fit multiple people and it was being filled up with water, the steam coming from the water looked like blessed relief to Hannah. To just soak and allow her aching torso to be comforted by the warm caress of the water was almost too much to hope for.
Kristen had removed her heels and was disrobing. Erica always loved the sight of Kristen’s nude body. Her white tanned features, those gorgeous heavy breasts. They sagged only a tiny bit on her athletic frame. Erica moaned and quickly took one of Kristen’s nipples into her mouth and nibbled on it. Kristen responded with a pleasure filled growl. She pulled the other woman’s mouth from her nipple and drove her tongue into her mouth. They tongue wrestled for 30 seconds both of them turned on.

Hannah was disgusted. Even before she was crippled she was never ever turned on by another woman. Of course nothing turned her on anymore after having her spine shattered, thanks to Kristen. It was so unfair she thought as she watched them. Kristen was clearly turned on and probably had hundreds of orgasms since she had crippled her. To know that the monster who did this to her was able to get pleasure that she would forever be denied was almost too much to bear. The injustice was sickening.

They broke the embrace and Kristen began to disrobe Erica. Erica’s breasts were also large and her darker Hispanic skin contrasted with Kristen’s. Kristen played with Erica’s nipples and Erica shuddered with pleasure. Both women had shaved pussies and they were both wet. After exchanging another deep kiss they turned to Hannah.

Grabbing her by the arms they hoisted her up and dropped her into the tub. For a moment she panicked but she managed to orient herself and pull her head out of the water. The water was warm and it felt very, very good. The other two girls climbed in, the Jacuzzi tub easily had enough room for them.

Her cuts stung with the soapy bath water but that didn’t detract from the delicious feeling of warmth. Hannah’s relaxation was short lived. After another passionate embrace her two kidnappers turned their cruel attentions on her. Erica grabbed a washcloth and Hannah’s hair. “Let me get you cleaned up.” She rubbed the washcloth vigorously over Hannah’s dirty face.

It stung and burned. Hannah’s face had been slapped, punched and had sneakers tear into her delicate skin. She gave a fresh cry of anguish as Erica rubbed her face much harder then necessary. She struggled and twisted involuntarily. She knew better then to disobey but the new pain made her body twist and cringe without control. When she brought her hands up Kristen said, “I figured you might be difficult, stop for a moment Erica.”

Erica grinned as she looked at Hannah’s face. Her skin was very fair but now it was rubbed red and bruised. Kristen grabbed steel handcuffs from the side of the Jacuzzi and cuffed Hannah’s hands behind her back. Hannah felt a jolt of fright tear through her. Now she was once more completely helpless and in water. One of her new phobias had been a fear of drowning. And at that moment she remembered that these two bitches had read her diary and knew this as well.

With her once more restrained Erica cruelly began rubbing her face again with the rough wash cloth. Pitiful cries of pain only made Erica scrub harder. When she was satisfied all of the grime was off her face Erica asked, “Now doesn’t that feel better?” Hannah didn’t responded immediately at that brought a sharp cuff to the back of her head. “Answer your mistress cunt!”

Hannah responded, “Yes Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress, yes it feels better.” Without warning Kristen grabbed Hannah’s brunette hair and yanked her under the water. Completely caught by surprise she inhaled water and screamed. The cuffs bit into her wrist as she struggled in animal panic to get them off, to escape the water and to live. Her phobia of drowning had kicked in and she shrieked and squirmed. Another nightmare had come to horrifying reality.

Kristen easily held her underwater. Hannah had no leverage to pull herself up and her legs hung there limply, useless as always. She was only held under for 20 seconds but it had felt like minutes to her. Kristen yanked her back upright by the hair. Hannah coughed up water and took great gasping breaths. Erica laughed with glee and shouted, “Again! Again!”

Kristen smiled at her sadistic lover and once more dragged Hannah screaming under the water. Hannah tried to focus and not inhale water but it was incredibly difficult to focus on anything other then blinding panic. She was held for an eternity underneath the water, well in reality only 30 seconds but an eternity for her.

She was hauled up again. A split second after her head broke the surface Erica’s ear ringing slap met her face. Shocked at the sudden attack she did not inhale any air when Kristen forced her back under the water. Her mind and body thrashed, she need to breathe she needed to breath!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

She screamed in wretched agony under the water. The instinctual panic over took her and she swallowed and inhaled more of the soapy water. Words could never be enough to describe the sheer terror running through her mind. When she was pushed up out of the water she sputtered and coughed and inhaled as swiftly as she could. She was already cringing from the oncoming slap, her eyes closed. However the slap didn’t come.

When she opened her eyes she saw Erica, and then the slap descended hard and fast, hitting more ear and head then face. Once more Kristen dragged her under the water. They continued the cruel game several more times and each time Hannah thought she was going to drown and die.

After she was pulled back up for the sixth time Erica rushed into Kristen’s embrace. They kissed each other with passion rubbing their hands over each others bodies. Erica said, “Oh Kristen seeing you drown that bitch, Oh God it’s so fucking hot.” Kristen laughed in delight at making her partner happy.

Erica said, “I want you to kiss me while I feel that bitch struggle under me.” Hannah sitting upright and still cuffed shook her head. “No please, no no no you can’t oh please.” Erica had a predatory smile on her face as she moved closer to her victim. Hannah couldn’t let this happen. Even though it was useless she screamed for help, “SOMEBODY HELP THEY ARE GOING TO KILL ME HELP! HELP! HELP!”

Erica sneered, “No one is going to hear you bitch.” Erica grabbed Hannah and hauled her to the end of the Jacuzzi. Still shaking her head begging for mercy Hannah pleaded with her captors. Erica slapped her and told her, “Better get a big breath because you are staying down for a long time.”

Both girls pushed her down into the water and Erica positioned her big round Latina ass over Hannah’s face. The weight wasn’t too bad since the water made Erica lighter but it effectively pinned Hannah in place. Kristen sat on Hannah’s chest and began to make out heavily with Erica. The two women were lost in passion for one another while Hannah was lost in her own personal version of hell.

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Will this be the end of Hannah? Will the two lethal lesbians make out with each other and forget about their poor victim? Stay tuned to find out. :)

[Heckron]

This story is fantastic man! Please continue! I can't wait to see what happens next!

[danimalx]

Love this story!!! Don't know if you have seen some of the old MFX / Brazilian videos, but they had several that featured one or two hot Brazilian women dominating and dunking another one, standing and sitting on top of one being dominated, in a pool, tub, or jacuzzi. That immediately came to mind as I read your story, and I could picture those videos to make it come to life even more.

I sure hope Hannah survives for quite a while, keeping the story going. There is not a lot of F/F stuff out there, and your writing is superb.

[macrina]

Thanks great story, cant wait for next part.

[Sauur]

PART IX

Erica’s arms wrapped around her lesbian lover’s neck. She ran her fingers through the beautiful long blonde hair. Erica was bouncing in the water on Hannah’s face, feeling her squirm and trash was taking her to a whole new level of desire. “Oh my God Krissy I feel her struggling she thinks she going to die, Oh my God YES kiss me!”

Meanwhile Hannah was in the midst of terror. She tried everything she could with her limited power. She tried to twist out from under the ass and lift herself but angle was too awkward. Plus Kristen was sitting on her chest as she made out with Kristen. But that didn’t stop Hannah from trying. Her brain screamed at her to move, to do something, anything to get out of the water.

Over a minute had passed and Kristen leaned back to let Hannah up for air. But Erica wasn’t done. “Oh baby not yet please kiss me more,” Erica pleaded. Kristen stroked her lovers face and then began kissing again. Kristen held onto her and thrust her tongue deeper in her mouth. Erica tightened her grip on Kristen and on Hannah. Rocking back and forth waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

Another twenty seconds passed Kristen moved to break the embrace but Erica held on. Kristen opened her eyes and pushed Erica off. Erica breathed in deep panting with desire. “Oh Krissy, she’s moving, I want to feel her go beneath me, Oh God she’s so scared I can feel it I love it kiss me!”

Kristen shook her head, “Snap out of it girl! You want to waste her? We’ve got years to play with her, let her up.” With a groan Erica sat up. Hannah jerked up with her stomach muscles as soon as the weight was gone and her head breached the surface. Immediately she took in huge gulps of air. It was hard as she had inhaled water and she coughed for a minute or two.

They let her regain her breath. “Besides,” Kristen told Erica with a grin, “I want my turn too.” Hannah whimpered and was dunked back into the water. Once more the two lesbians were lip locked as they drowned their helpless victim. They took turns and laughed each time Hannah’s gasped for air when she broke the surface.

When the water started cooling off they decided to get out of the tub. They noticed blood on Hannah’s outer wrists. Apparently she had struggled so hard when she thought she was going to drown all those times that she dug the handcuffs into her skin hard enough to draw blood. They had another laugh and then un-cuffed Hannah, she rubbed her wrists painfully.

Both women were incredibly turned on still by the repeated drowning and the fondling with each other however Kristen told Erica, “You go ahead and have her first. I’m going to go to the store and buy some adult diapers for our little baby here. Don’t kill her please.” Erica kissed her and responded, “Don’t worry baby I won’t kill her… unless she misbehaves.” Hannah shivered with dread.

Erica smiled down at her new toy. Her face was tenderized and bruised so obviously the best way to have Hannah lick her pussy was to sit on her face. Erica dragged Hannah to a comfortable spot in the carpeted bedroom and dropped onto her chest. Hannah groaned at the sudden weight. Erica looked down at her and smiled, “Ever licked pussy before?”

Hannah swallowed heavily and shook her head, “No Mistress.”

Erica laughed, “Ooh a pussy virgin. Our cell mate we told you about last night, you know the one that hung herself? She had never licked pussy either before Kristen and I got to her.” Erica rubbed her pussy absently as she spoke. “Oh man that little bitch squirmed, she even bit me! I had to smother her unconscious twice before she became my good little prison bitch.”

Looking down at the look of revulsion on Hannah’s face her smile grew bigger. “I’m telling you all this because I expect you to be much better behaved.” Hannah couldn’t believe what she was about to be forced to do. She was going to touch another woman’s vagina; it was wrong, gross and shameful.

Erica lifted herself up and hovered over Hannah’s petrified face. Dropping down hard on Hannah’s face she demanded, “Lick it slave!” Her Latina pussy was clean from the bath but it still had the unmistakably female scent of sex. For a moment disgust paralyzed Hannah but she knew if she didn’t lick it would go much worse for her.

Hannah pressed her tongue into Erica’s wet pussy. That taste was not to her liking but she forced herself to continue lapping at the other women’s pussy. Erica moaned with pleasure enjoying the fact that she was forcing another woman to do this again her will. “Oh yeah that’s right. Lick it. Deeper bitch, deeper.” Hannah thrust her tongue into the moist pussy, driving it deeper in, hoping to appease the vicious vixen.

It only took a couple of minutes before Erica felt the rise of a powerful orgasm. She grabbed Hannah’s hair and started to ride her face with earnest. Her pounding pussy mauled the previously battered face. Hannah struggled to continue licking as the pussy dropped down and smeared Erica’s love juice all over her face and into her nose. Erica pulled tightly on Hannah’s hair as she felt the thunderous orgasm begin.

As the waves of pleasure began Erica mashed her pussy onto Hannah’s nose and letting her ass cover her mouth. Hannah was not expecting the sudden move and she had barely had any air in her lungs. Erica rode the oxygen depraved girl tightening her grip and pulling with all her strength on Hannah’s hair. Hannah’s muffed cry for air sent fresh sadistic spasms of pleasure coursing through Erica’s body.

Erica squeezed tighter onto Hannah’s face allowing no air to pass through her ass and pussy. Screaming out in pleasure she yelled, “Yes suffocate! YES SUFFOCATE! Suffocate you BITCH!” The last word was screamed out as she climaxed. Hannah desperately tried to get air but Erica kept a tight grip, Hannah flailed with her arms trying to dislodge her.

Erica laughed. Hannah had no strength left and her feeble attempts did nothing but amuse Erica. Coming down from her orgasmic high Erica relaxed her grip a little and Hannah was able to twist her head to the side and suck in much needed air. Hannah’s heart was pounding and her lungs burned as oxygen once more flowed.

Erica lay down on top of Hannah luxuriating in the aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. Hannah meekly lay beneath her, thankful she could breathe and glad that it was over. After a few minutes Erica sighed and sat back up, still straddling Hannah’s tiny frame.

“Hmm now what would get me in the mood for another go?”

Hannah couldn’t believe her ears. This sadistic lesbian wanted to rape her again? Her pussy juice was still covering her face and the smell of another woman’s gunk made her queasy. Erica grinned, “Oh I know what I can do.” She stroked Hannah’s cheek. “You know what will turn me on?”

“No Mistress,” Hannah meekly responded.

“Close your eyes and I’ll demonstrate.”

Closing her eyes was one of the hardest things Hannah had to consciously do. She just knew Erica was going to do something horrible to her. She was not wrong. Erica jumped into the air and landed on Hannah’s stomach. Hannah’s eyes flew open as air rushed out of her. Erica balanced on one foot and kicked Hannah’s hand that had moved to grab her leg.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Erica threatened.

Hannah’s hands clawed the carpet. Her body had already been bruised and stomped on earlier by Kristen. Resistance would only make it worse but o the pain! Erica laughed as she started stomping her bare feet into Hannah’s ribs and gut. She walked across the crippled woman’s body stomping as she went.

“Look at these breasts,” she held her big breasts with her hands, “these are real breasts not like your tiny tits.” Erica started to mash the smaller breasts into Hannah’s chest. She stepped on both breasts with her full weight. To make it even more painful she balanced on one breast with just one foot distributing all of her weight on a smaller area.

Hannah continued to writhe in pain desperately grasping the carpet to keep from involuntarily trying to push Erica off. Erica balanced with one foot and then used the other to play with Hannah’s nipple. Erica’s light brown toes were very flexible she easy grasped the nipple between her toes and twisted. This elicited another cry of pain from Hannah as she pulled and twisted on the already sensitive nipple.

Erica was once more driven mad with pleasure. Torturing this helpless crippled woman was the thrill of a lifetime. Without warning Erica stopped her nipple torture and jumped into the air and slammed her voluptuous ass into Hannah’s torso. The breath rushed out of Hannah and she had no time to intake any more as Erica scooted up and quickly dropped her big Hispanic ass upon her battered face.

“Time for round two whore!”

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She survived the drowning... for now. :pimp:

Any particular torture anyone would like me to write about?

[Moose]

How about some long full weight barefoot facestanding? Maybe both of them at the same time. And some bare sole licking.


Moose

[lord azrael]

any kind of trample is always good. great job with the breast trample sequence.
but honestly, iv been reading your stories for a long time and they never ever seem to disapoint, so in my opinion you should proceed as you see fit

[strawberry]

good story

[pitek]

wow... great strory...

[macrina]

Great story, thank you.

[danimalx]

Thank you for the latest installment of this great story! The panic/fear and cruelty are great aspects. Erica makes me a little nervous though, as I hope she doesn't put an end to this story too soon.

[sitfull]

This is a fantastic story it has everything in it...Perfect

Very nice
Thank You
Take care
Sitfull

[asswiper]

great last part you really make me feel like a am there powerless to do anything but watch the suffring . hope you keep it going once again thank you :theband::clap::clap::clap:

[Sauur]

WOW! Thank you so much for all the kind feedback!

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Hannah was made to give Erica orgasm after orgasm. Her tongue was tired and of course her face was battered and sore. She nearly passed out several times, her only break was when Kristen came home with the diapers. Kristen had purchased adult diapers and the two girls laughed and mocked Hannah as they attached the adult diaper.

Kristen pulled on Hannah’s hair and with her faces just inches apart she said, “I bet you hate me for what I did. I bet you hate the fact that you will have to wear diapers all your life.” Hannah stared into Kristen’s beautiful face and felt the familiar rise of anger and hate. How could she have done this to her? She had never done anything to her and she had viciously attacked and crippled her.

Hannah nodded her head, she did hate this monster. Kristen stroked Hannah’s cheek. “Oh so you hate me do you?” More nodding and a sob broke out of Hannah’s battered body. She cried out, her voice full of emotion, “You, you ruined my life. You evil fucking b—“Hannah wasn’t allowed to finished her statement. Kristen smacked her in the face hard and then dropped her to the ground.

Kristen lashed out with her powerful foot, connecting with Hannah’s ribs. Hannah’s body couldn’t take much more abuse. Kristen kicked her over onto her back. She placed her foot on Hannah’s throat and started slowly shifting her weight onto it. Kristen told her, “You may hate me, but I will make you worship me. I will make you beg for my pussy. Every day I will hear you say how much you love me and how much you adore being my little slave.”

Hannah gagged and chocked under the foot as she listened to what Kristen would command of her. Kristen stepped full weight on Hannah’s throat and she nearly blacked out. Kristen didn’t stay there long; instead she placed her feet on Hannah’s face and stood on her full weight. Hannah felt as if her face and skull would cave in.

She squirmed and used her hands to try to dislodge the dreadful pressure from her face. Erica saw this and quickly grabbed her hands and pinned them down. Kristen continued to stand on Hannah. “I bought you cat food to eat. You’re going to lap it up like an animal. You are going to lick my ass, my pussy fuck I’ll make you lick my pits just because I can.”

Kristen rocked on her heels making the already painful face standing even more unbearable. “You are going to lick Erica’s ass and pussy and oh yeah did I mention that my lesbian lover is a total nymphomaniac? You’re going to be a very busy girl.” Kristen then began to march in place her feet treading all over Hannah’s face.

“And we will have plenty of time to enjoy your service. Oh yes. All of that money you won in the law suit is coming to us now. Every fucking day you are going to serve us and lick us to orgasm after orgasm. You will never ever escape. So you want to hate me? Go right ahead because I own you now.”

Hannah’s head throbbed in pain and she felt like her jaw was going to cave in. The worst however was the words that Kristen was speaking. She was helpless and completely at their mercy. There was no way out of this living nightmare. Kristen stood there now relishing her victory. The blond haired woman stood like a goddess over her defeated enemy. Life was good indeed for her.

After a few more minutes of head pounding torment Kristen got off. She straddled over Hannah’s chest looking down at the bruised and battered woman she had utterly destroyed. “I am going to present my pussy to you. And you are going to thank me for the privilege. You are going to say that you love me and that you love my pussy. You are going to worship me as your goddess.”

Kristen stroked Hannah’s face. “You will never insult me or try to escape. You will praise me and thank me for the animal food I give you. You will always obey me. Until you can not take it anymore, until you can not let what you see as injustice go any longer. And then you will snap. You will scream and you will curse me. You may even try to attack me, though we both now how pathetic of an attempt that would be.”

Kristen laughed and continued to look down at her victim. “And when you do snap, when you can’t take it anymore and you defy me. Then I will let Erica do everything she so wants to do to you. On that day she will burn your tits off. She will make you consume her shit. She will lock you in a tiny box and piss on you. My lover will torture you, cut you and mutilate you.

Erica grunted with pleasure as she heard Kristen list off her depraved sadistic desires. Kristen smiled at the look of absolute horror on the crippled woman’s face. “Oh yes she will do things that even I couldn’t stomach. Your deepest and darkest fears will be revealed exploited and used to torment you until you can take no more, and then she will continue.”

Kristen’s hands moved over Hannah’s face possessively. “But remember my little slave slut, this only happens when you defy me. As long as you praise me, worship me and obey you will be safe from that. Oh yes we will hurt you. We kill kick you, slap you, drown you and do oh so many more fun things. But you know what waits when you express your feelings of hate. You know how much worse it will be.”

Smiling serenely Kristen sat back. “I am now going to have you lick me to an orgasm the first of many. What do you have to say slave?” Hannah’s mind raced. Her stomach was nauseous at the thought of those terrible tortures. Eating humane waste? Being burned? Too horrible to contemplate.

Hannah swallowed what vestiges she had of human dignity and said, “Thank you Goddess Kristen. I love you and your wonderful pussy. Please let me kiss and lick you. Please Goddess I will worship and obey.” Kristen moved up and placed her sex on Hannah’s face.

“I figured you would say that.”


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Sometimes things just write itself. I actually wasn't intending to have such a long verbal sequence but it just seemed to flow. Hope everyone enjoys.

[pitek]

great story :)

[asswiper]

wow :clap::clap::clap:love it you just get better with each part i cannot wait to hear what they do to her next, the fear is a great part its like you want to help with your good side but your bad side wants to see her used and abused some more please dont stop once again thanks

[macrina]

Getting better al the time, great work. Thank you.

[pitek]

great work, :)

[strawberry]

any more ?

[Mikeboot]

Great work, f/f foot stories are my favourite :)

[Sauur]

Sorry about the wait here is Part XI. And a section for audience participation!

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Hannah’s life revolved around helplessly serving Mistress Erica and Goddess Kristen. She lost track of how many times she had brought them to orgasm after orgasm. She was forced to learn how each woman preferred to be licked. That of course was not the only thing she had to do with her mouth.

Erica and Kristen also loved it when their new slave rimmed and licked their ass. It was made all the more disgusting when Erica would deliberately do a poor job of wiping her ass after taking a dump. She had almost thrown up but she knew the look in the young sadist’s eyes, if she complained to Kristen then Erica would do something even worse.

Hannah knew that Erica wanted to kill her. Erica wanted the ultimate thrill. The thrill of feeling another human’s life snuffed out by her own hands, ass or feet. Erica often talked about different ways she could murder Hannah. A week into her slavery Erica was walking all over her, an almost daily ritual. Erica loved squishing the tiny girl’s breasts.

This time after finishing with her chest Erica placed her foot on Hannah’s throat. Her intake of air was cut off. Erica placed more pressure and then eased up only to place more pressure again. She fingered herself while cutting off Hannah’s air.

“You know how easy it would be for me to kill you?”

Hannah’s eyes widen at the words. While she had been forced to do sick depraved things for her two captors she didn’t want to die. She clung to the hope of escape. She would get out and she would be free from these monsters. She could continue playing the piano, she could go back to work and these two bitches would be in prison for life.

Hannah knew Kristen didn’t want her dead. She was delighted with having a slave who orally served her exactly the way she wanted. The money was also convenient and Kristen’s pragmatic side told her it was important to keep Hannah live in case they needed to prove something to her attorney who handled the settlement transfers. But Kristen wasn’t in the house at that very moment.

“Oh it is so tempting. Kristen doesn’t want me to but I can say it was an accident.” Erica balanced on one foot. “Oh God that look of fear in your eyes is going to make me cum all on its own.” Drunk on her own power she laughed and lost her balance and the pressure suddenly eased from Hannah’s neck.

Hannah coughed her throat hurting. Erica went to move her foot back on the disabled woman’s own throat. Hannah fearful of her own life used her hands to push away the descending foot. Erica angrily kicked at the woman. “Oh you stupid bitch, disobedient now are we? Hannah frantically shook her head. She pleaded, “No Mistress I wasn’t being disobedient I just panicked I wasn’t please, I would never disobey Mistress.”

Kristen had been very clear on the price of disobedience. She would turn her over to Erica and allow the worst tortures imaginable to be inflicted on her. Erica couldn’t help but laugh again at the servile response. “That’s what I thought keep your hands down while I KILL you!”

Hannah had been caught in a terrible dilemma. Could she just meekly lie there and be murdered? Hannah was fully convinced that Erica would do it. She was an absolute monster without a compassionate bone in her entire body. Erica stood with both feet on Hannah’s throat. Erica was not heavy so there was limited risk of her throat caving, but she weighed enough to cut off her breathing.

Her Hispanic feet dug into Hannah’s pale skin. “Look at me. I want to see the life fade from your eyes!” Hannah felt the icy claw of terror seize her mind. She was going to die. This was it she was going to die after being tortured and raped she was going to expire for someone else’s amusement.

Tears welled in her eyes. Her short life would soon be over. Was there an after life waiting for her? She didn’t know and that fear made her body tremble. That fear in her eyes made Erica’s earth shattering orgasm come to a climatic conclusion. Erica collapsed onto the ground which allowed Hannah to breathe in tortured gasps of air.

Erica laughed once she had recovered from her amazing orgasm. “Well look at that, I guess you get to live a little bit longer.” Erica lazily kicked Hannah, “Well slave bitch, thank me for letting you live.” Hannah inched closer to Erica and pressed her lips to her feet and toes. “That you Mistress Erica, thank you for letting me live so that I can continue to serve you.” Hannah knew she had to keep groveling and kissing her pretty brown feet until told to stop.

When Kristen had returned home Hannah had approached her about what Erica had done. How she had almost killed her. Kristen had brought in Erica and Hannah’s heart had trembled in fear. Since she had no use of her legs Hannah of course had to look up at Kristen and Erica as they discussed it.

Erica was furious that Hannah had spoken up. “You stupid whiney bitch,” she yelled at the crippled woman. Erica grabbed Hannah’s hair and pulled her up and began slapping her full force. Hannah cringed from the blows but didn’t make any other move to defend herself. Erica dropped her to the ground and viciously kicked her in the ribs.

Hannah grunted in pain and tried to curl into a ball. Erica continued the onslaught kicking and stomping on her frail body seemingly not to care where it hit. Chest, face, ribs or head. “Who the hell do you think you are? I am your damn Mistress you stupid cunt. If I want to fucking end you I will END you!” Kristen had not said a word since the assault began. Finally Erica stopped to catch her breath.

Hannah’s nose was bleeding and she had trouble focusing on anything in the room. Her ribs felt as if they had been run over by a steamroller. Kristen shook her head and made a tisking noise, “Now she is bleeding on the carpet.” Kristen went over to Erica and kissed her on the lips. Kristen said, “Watching you pound this disrespectful slave has made me all hot and bothered.”

Hannah was ignored as she watched in horror as her torment had ignited a sensual passion in the two women. The two women stroked caressed and pleasured each other. When they were both sated they turned to look at their sub. Kristen told Hannah, “Did you really think Erica was going to kill you? Erica loves me and she knows we want to keep you around to serve us.”

“I-I’m s-sorry Goddess Kristen.”

Kristen shook her head, “Don’t apologize to me stupid, you offended my lover.” Her two masters were sitting on the ground leaning against the bed. Hannah pulled herself forward toward Erica and then started to kiss her feet while she begged for forgiveness and apologized for her rudeness. Erica kicked her in the face.

Erica looked at the pathetic slave and felt her sadistic creativity begin to flow. “Well Krissy, I think I should be the one to punish her.” Kristen nodded her head. “That only seems fair.” Erica pondered it for a few moments. “Well I just can’t decide what to do with her. I’m tempted to make her my full toilet, have her eat my shit.” Hannah’s face paled in horror. She couldn’t do that to her. No it just couldn’t happen.

Erica continued thinking out loud, “Alternatively we could make her sleep in a box and let her claustrophobia drive her mad.” Hannah let out a weak moan of despair. Kristen lashed out with her strong leg, kicking the mewling slave. “Quiet, no one asked your opinion.” Erica laughed. She thought again and said, “We don’t actually use her hands for much and we know from her diary that she loves to play piano.” Erica started to touch herself as she warmed to the idea.

“We could smash her hands and fingers; break every little bone in them. Make them as deformed and useless as she is from the waist down!” Kristen just shook her head at the immense cruelty her girlfriend was capable of. She then asked, “Well Erica, you get to pick one: full toilet slave, sleeping all her nights in a tiny box or crippling her hands.”

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Thank you for the kind comments! I was out of town awhile and way from my computer but seeing everyone's thoughtful comments inspired me to get to work right away! :)

So what would you like to see next?

1. Shit eating? Disgusting revolting and the ultimate form of domination.
2. Psychological torture? Forced into a tight box furthering damaging the poor woman's psyche.
3. Brutal Hand Trample. Excruciating pain and the further maiming of Hannah.

Cast your vote and then I'll get started. :)

[LuvsHerHeels]

Hand trample....the more brutal the better....no mercy...high, sharp heels stomping her hands and fingers.
Thanks and look forward to the next great chapter.

[Mistress-Hazel]

if it were me id say 3 lol

great story x

[pitek]

3rd option, brutal and with one of mistress at one hand and ohter at other hand kissing ;)

great story :D

[tommi1234567890]

I prefer Option 3) http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/images/smilies/thumbsup2.gif

Tom

[asswiper]

i like 1 and 3 but thats the mean streak in me i guess 2 can come later lol plus may i say your great this story is brilant

[macrina]

Super story, 1 and 3 are the best i think, but its up to you, its your story. Thank you.

[sitfull]

Vote #1 great story it has it all perfect. maybe 1 and 3 at the same time?

Thanks take care
Sitfull

[Sauur]

It looks option 3 wins. I'll be working on it over the weekend, hopefully I can post it Sunday night or Monday.

[iceblock]

It looks option 3 wins.
That's a shame. I just can't see what you guys find all that arousing about physical torture. I'm all for absolute domination, physical beatings, psychological torment, just about anything but there's no need for it to go that way here. Bugger I couldn't get my vote in in time.

But the majority have spoken, so that's fair enough.

As always Sauur this story of yours is of the highest quality mate and I'm already looking forward to your next one.

[Sauur]

That's a shame. I just can't see what you guys find all that arousing about physical torture. I'm all for absolute domination, physical beatings, psychological torment, just about anything but there's no need for it to go that way here. Bugger I couldn't get my vote in in time.

Sorry you won't like the next part. :(

WARNING!!!! WARNING!!!!!

Extremely brutal trample and disfigurement. If you don't like it you may want to skip the next couple of chapters.

PART XII

Erica thought it over for a time, delighting in seeing Hannah squirm. Eventually she chose the more visceral activity, the brutal stomping and maiming of Hannah’s delicate hands that had so lovingly enjoyed playing piano. Erica kissed Kristen lovingly and then announced, “I have decided that I am going to mash your hands. Grind them so they are useless and as worthless are your crippled legs!”

Hannah sobbed and clutched her hands close to her body. Not her hands, she had taken so much joy in playing the piano. It was peaceful, relaxing; when she played she didn’t feel like a disabled woman. Erica laughed at the torment and sorrow she was causing.

“Oh fuck yeah I love it when you cry,” Erica crowed.

Erica overcome with lust plopped back down on Hannah’s face. “Yeah get your tears in my pussy!” Erica moved her sex all over the poor girl’s face; she grabbed her hair and pulled hard forcing Hannah’s face into her. “OH yes lick the bitch that is going to destroy your hands. Yes oh fucking yes. I’m going to make you beg me to do it; I’m going to make you beg me to shatter your bones.”

Kristen was getting turned on herself at her lover’s wild abandon. The expression of ecstatic joy on her face was a pleasure to watch. Even though they both had just made love they were filled with a fire that moved through their loins. A fire in their loins that would never be felt by Hannah due to her paralysis, Kristen smirked thinking about it. There they were taking pleasure in the torture of a woman who would never know pleasure herself.

In record time Erica exploded in an orgasm that rocked her to her core. Erica collapsed still sitting on the helpless Hannah. Kristen took her turn as well when Erica stood up. After both of them had a second round of orgasms they finally gave Hannah a rest. They decided to go shoe shopping for something extra special for the hand destruction they would do. They tied Hannah in the basement as normal and went to the mall.

Hannah lay in the dark basement helpless and fearful. She cried quietly lost in her misery. Her hands, her precious hands would soon be mutilated beyond repair. While Kristen and Erica enjoyed their shopping Hannah waited in despair. They returned after a few hours with their tools of torture.

Erica has purchased a pair of heavy work boots and dangerous looking red heels. Kristen had a pair of black heels with a sharp end and thigh high boots with a thicker heel. The spiked heels had a very narrow point; the heels themselves had metal in them but were sheathed in plastic. Both girls had cut away the plastic so only the sharp metal of the heel was there. This completely ruined the shoes for normal use but they had no financial woes thanks to stealing all of Hannah’s settlement checks from the school district.

Kristen and Erica descended down the basement stairs and untied Hannah. They both giggled at seeing her red and puffy eyes. Kristen said, “We are back and ready for your punishment. Before we begin we want you to give us one last foot rub.” Erica chimed in, “Yeah maybe if you do a good enough job we won’t completely destroy your hands.”

Hannah didn’t believe this but she clung to that tiny ray of hope. She was eager to please and meekly said, “Yes Goddess Kristen and Mistress Erica, I live to serve both of your beautiful bodies. Let me massage your perfect feet, I’ll be a good girl, I will massage them every day, I will…” She would have continued but Erica kicked her and said, “Enough fawning.”

Hannah began massing Erica’s feet. She gently pulled on her toes, dug her thumbs into the arches and rubbed with every bit of the foot with all the reverence she could muster. As she rubbed she added servile kisses and hoped that they enjoyed her foot rub so much they wouldn’t cripple her hands. And Erica did enjoy the massage but it wasn’t going to be enough. Nothing was going to be enough.

The process was repeated for Kristen. Kristen also had her rub her calves, as Hannah did so Kristen toyed with her giving her false hope. “Oh that does feel good, maybe we can punish her some other way Erica.” Hannah looked up at them pleadingly and they both looked at each other and at the same time said, “NAH!” They laughed as they saw Hannah’s hope melt away.

Kristen told Hannah, “Kiss the feet that are going to destroy your fingers.” Horrified and numb Hannah obeyed trying to think of something she could do or say to escape what was to come. Erica added, “Beg us bitch. Beg us to maim you.” Hannah was mute in shock; they were going to make her beg to be tortured? Erica threatened her, “I better hear some begging, because either way your hands are going to be ruined. And if you don’t beg I’m going to stuff you in a box then shit on you and leave you there for a few days.”

Completely horrified and terrified at the idea Hannah obeyed. Sobbing she begged the two women to destroy her dainty hands. “Please crush them, destroy them under your beautiful feet and shoes. Destroy my hands I beg you, please Goddess, please Mistress.”

Erica laughed, “Well since you ask so nicely, go ahead and put our heels on.”

Hannah placed the blood red heels onto Erica’s pretty brown feet. “Kiss,” was all Erica said when they were put on. Hannah dutifully kissed the deadly shoes. The process was repeated with Kristen’s black heels. They then had Hannah roll onto her back with her palms facing up on the ground above her head. Hannah’s heart thumped in her chest. Her hands rested on the cold concrete of the basement floor awaiting destruction.

Erica started be stomping with the front part of her shoe on Hannah’s finger tips. Nothing broke but it hurt and Hannah cried out. Erica transferred her full weight onto those finger tips and balanced perfectly. She brought her other foot into the air and then drove it, metal spiked heel only, straight into Hannah’s palm. The metal tipped heel drove through the skin and into the Thenar muscle puncturing it.

The pain was blinding and Hannah screamed in agony. She couldn’t pry her hand loose from those vicious red heels. She tried to use her other hand but Kristen stomped it into the ground and pinned it in place. “PLEASE,” she cried out. Hannah arched her back and twisted her upper body as she could, trying to dislodge the sharp heels. It was no use, her arm strength couldn’t move their full weight, and all she succeeded in doing is causing more tears in the skin.

Keeping the hands pinned with one foot the girls stomped as hard as they could repeatedly driving those spiky heels into her palms and fingers. Erica took particular glee in driving her heel into the sensitive muscle of her palm under the thumb over and over again. She did her best to hit the exact same spot consistently. Kristen’s tactic was different she pinned the hand with her sharp heel and used the front of the shoe to repeatedly smash the delicate fingers into the concrete floor.

“NO STOP PLEASE!!!”

Hannah’s screams only spurred the two heartless women on. Dancing atop the hands with savage satisfaction the two lovers stopped a moment resting their full weight on the hands. They stopped only to kiss each other passionately and then continue the agonizing torture.

Blood welled from a dozen punctures and scratches on Hannah’s palms. Erica carefully placed her spiked heel on the first joint at the end of Hannah’s index finger. Slowly she shifted her entire weight to it. Amazingly the bone didn’t snap. Not to be thwarted she began to rock her entire weight. All of her weight concentrated on a tiny metal heel stabbing into a finger joint of a petite woman.

Something had to give, and it was Hannah’s bone. Howling wordlessly Hannah thrashed and thrashed. Kristen just continued stomping. Blood and even skin coated her black heels. A second bone simply shattered, it was the middle joint on Hannah’s ring finger under the relentless stomps of Kristen’s powerful legs.

Hannah’s world was a relentless haze of pain beyond anything anyone should have to endure. They were unrelenting. Erica snapped another two bones by rocking on a single heel again. Kristen began working on Hannah’s thumb alternating between stomps and just grinding the heel deeper. When it too snapped Kristen lost her balance and Erica caught her.

Hannah screamed and screamed but even so that bone snap could be heard. With both of them off balance Hannah was finally able to extradite her hands and she clutched the ruined mess to her body and rolled over onto her stomach to better protect them. Kristen said, “We aren’t done yet slave, put your hands back out.”

Hannah shook her head, “No, I can’t no.” Erica kicked her in the head with her sharp heels. Kristen grew angry, “You stupid bitch, you put those hands out there right now for us to stomp on until we get tired of it. You do it right now or I will fucking let Erica do whatever the hell she wants.” But Hannah couldn’t do it. The searing pain was too great she couldn’t put her hands back out she couldn’t.

Kristen saw her refusal and tilted her head thinking for a moment. “All right then Erica, my lover. It is your lucky day.” Erica’s eyes sparkled, “You mean it Kristen? Do you really mean it? I can do whatever I want to her?” Kristen nodded, “She is blatantly disobeying so she is yours. Kill her, shit on her, burn her alive whatever you want.”

Hannah was softly moaning no over and over again to herself. The judgment was rendered and Hannah was doomed. That of course did not prevent her hands from being further tormented. Erica and Kristen grabbed at her arms and their superior strength and leverage soon forced Hannah’s arms away from her chest.

Now on her stomach her hands were forced palm down onto the concrete. Hannah struggled and fought every inch of the way, even managed to scratch Erica but it was a hopeless cause. Erica angry at the offending finger that scratched her used her hands to pull that one finger back and out of joint on her hand.

“NOOOO PLEASE GOD NOOOO HELP NOOO PLEASE!!!”

Mercilessly another bone snapped. Once firmly pinned to the ground they kept those hands pinned and continued the maiming. Once more deadly stomps and puncturing heels crushed bone and drew blood. Kristen pressed the point of her heel directly onto one of Hannah’s nails. Letting her full weight rest on it she watched it shatter the nail and drive into the soft tender flesh underneath.

Impossibly Hannah’s screams grew louder as the pain intensified. Erica then shattered a wrist. Mercifully at the apex of Hannah’s pain she passed out from it. Annoyed Erica said, “Let’s splash some water on her face and continue.” Kristen shrugged, “Sure but lets change into our boots.” Erica switched to her heavy work boot looking footwear and Kristen changed into her thigh high boots with a thick heel.

Kissing each other and embracing for a few moments they then looked down at the wreckage they caused. They weren’t doctors, though Erica had some nurse training so they didn’t know the full extent of the damage they caused. But at a bare minimum they shattered several joints and over a dozen of the tiny bones Hannah’s hands.

And they were not done.

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It looks like Erica is going to get here way... no holds barred now.

[asswiper]

wow love it you just keep geting better thanks again great story

[pitek]

great part :)
they can rope her hands.

[macrina]

Great story, cant wait for next part, your the GREATEST MAN. Thank you.

[LuvsHerHeels]

lets see what Erica has in store for Hannah.

hope it is totally merciless and cruel...maybe even death.

throat and face trampling and stomping come to mind....and heels into the eyes....why not blind her...at the rate the Mistress and Goddess are going, the only way Hannah can still serve actively is with her tongue. so she does not need to see.

[Sauur]

After the girls put their boots on they decided to secure their slave a bit better so they wouldn’t have to deal with another pathetic rebellion. They tied her ankles with rope and attached it to one end of the basement. This wasn’t to secure her legs, as she couldn’t move them of course. They also used two additional pieces of rope and tied them from one wrist to the other end of the basement. They pulled it taut so poor Hannah couldn’t bring her hands or arms close to her body.

Hannah was lying on her belly and was woken up by water splashing her face. The first thing she realized was the tremendous throbbing in her hands. The pain shocked her into full awareness. The second thing she realized is that her cruel captors were not finished. She was tied and helpless and Erica was already in position to continue the sadistic torture.

Erica gleefully stomped hard with her heavy boots. That first impact crushed another bone in her finger. Hannah felt the pain scream through her torn nerve endings, turning her brain into a boiling hot mush of terror, agony and panic. Erica was the picture of violent activity. Jumping down on the hand she was on, stomping and moving with brutal speed and power.

Kristen timed her strikes to be precise. Shattering bone and splintering fingernail with pin point strikes of her heel backed by her powerful athletic legs. Hannah’s screams rose in volume as she futilely struggled. There was no escape from the pain and the trauma to her hands. Her fingers and even the hand itself became broken and cut and pounded to a pulp so that was it was barely even recognizable as a human extremity.
Hannah’s throat was raw by the time they finished. Her hands were broken beyond what any doctor could fix. Torn and shredded. Hannah couldn’t understand how they were still attached. The pain was a constant throbbing even when they had stopped smashing; it wouldn’t go away and gnawed on her soul like termites on rotted wood.

Erica noticed blood on her boots and promptly kicked Hannah’s head. “Lick your blood off my boots.” Hannah’s previous rebellion was gone. Anything to make the pain stop was worth it. She stuck out her tongue and began to lap at her own blood that had found its way to the bottom of Erica’s boots.

“Gross,” Kristen said as she watched it.

Erica just savored the pleasure of forcing another human to do depraved things. Erica was thrilled at what they had just done; the girl beneath her would never be able to use her hands again. Erica was ready to start her ultra cruel tortures. The ones that Kristen had said no to until Hannah actually disobeyed. Now that she had disobeyed…

“You are so lucky I don’t have to take a shit right now or I would make you eat every last bit of it you stupid gutter trash slave,” Erica told the pain wracked form that was still licking her own blood from her boots. Hannah’s spirit quailed at the thought of having to consume another person’s excrement.

Erica looked down at the boots, “Good enough.” Without any preamble she lashed out a vicious kick to Hannah’s face. They heavy boots collided with Hannah’s jaw and nearly broke it. Hannah could taste fresh blood in her mouth from the blow. Erica and Kristen then untied Hannah.

Kristen told Erica, “Wait before we do anything else lets give her the antibiotics. I don’t want this bitch dying on us.” Erica nodded and went upstairs and then came back down with water and several large pills. They made Hannah drink and swallow them. Kristen explained, “We don’t want you’re torn up hands to be infected, it’s not like we can take you to a hospital. If you ever really got sick you know we would just let you die.”

Hannah whimpered, did these bitches have no compassion at all? They were so cold and calm about ending her life as if it was worth nothing. They gathered some rope and tied her arms roughly behind her back. The tiniest jostle sent waves of agony up from her hands.

After tying her securely Erica made her open her mouth. She stuffed worn and dirty panties in and sealed her mouth with duct tape. The taste was nauseating; she could taste pussy as well as the disgusting taste of human filth. Erica had used the panties to wipe her dirty asshole. They pulled out a green storage bin from one of the shelves. Hannah gave a hoarse moan from behind her gagged mouth.

Erica laughed and said, “Oh yes your going in there, I’m putting you in that tiny box every night of your worthless life.” Erica slapped Hannah’s face and hocked a wad of spit into Hannah’s face. Kristen and Erica then lifted her up and placed her into the box. At first it seemed that she wouldn’t fit but they managed to stuff her in, face up. Her legs were pulled up and behind her head. Excruciatingly, her weight rested on her tortured and maimed hands.

To add to the horror Erica stripped off the diaper they had Hannah in. When Hannah involuntarily pissed or pooped the way her body was positioned would deposit the human waste all over her own body and face. Even though Hannah thought she had cried out every tear she had in her fresh tears flew from her face. They couldn’t leave her here in this box. Her claustrophobia would drive her mad.

The crippled women frantically tried to plead through her gag for them to have mercy. She would be a good girl she would never disobey again. No don’t this she shouted with her mind, praying that they wouldn’t leave her like this. Erica had the lid prepared; it had dozens of small holes. It had just enough to provide air for her helpless victim.

Before she placed it over the storage bin she spread her legs and began to piss over the slave. The hot golden stream covered Hannah’s body splashing into her face. Erica told Hannah, “I’m going to leave you in here for a good long while, figured you might get a taste of what was to come.” Erica’s eye locked onto Hannah. Hannah stared into those eyes, the eyes that told her there would be no mercy. Ever.

“When I let you out, you will eat my shit. You will eat all of it. If you resist or if you vomit it back out I will put you back in this box. I will take a dump over you and close that box until the next time I have to go. And then we will repeat the process. I am going to turn you into my little shit eater.”

When Erica was finished she sealed the box. Overcome with lust at the idea of putting Hannah through the ultimate degradation she rushed over to Kristen and began to kiss her all over. They both were aroused, even though Kristen thought the idea was disgusting. They looked at each other then turned off the lights and headed upstairs to the more comfortable bed leaving Hannah in the dark in her cramped box.

Hannah sobbed. She was helpless and trapped. Her claustrophobia was magnified by the utter helplessness she was in. Pain wracked her from her hands. The thought of consuming shit terrified her. She no longer prayed for escape. She prayed for death. She just wanted it to be over. The torture, the beatings the horrible rape, it just needed to be over in any possible way.

But she couldn’t even kill herself. As her mind teetered on the brink of insanity she realized that she would eat Erica’s shit just to escape from this box. And yet she knew she would be placed back into this box. Her body twitched as her mind raced from one horror to the next. Wailing in utter black despair her mental, physical and emotional torture reached its height. Without any sort of hope she lay there in agony and despair.

[macrina]

Man wat a story, greatest ever, thank you very much.

[asswiper]

wow this just gets better and better man. love cannot wait for next part

[jalan]

@Sauur
Usually love ur F/f stories but this sh!t's all sadism .......... where's the sensuality?
Its torture porn..... may as well watch "The Hostel".

Your story "Jessica", about the Asian/Hispanic goddess who seduces and dominates Rachel, the cute, submissive, real estate agent, was much hotter!
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=90842
Love the dynamic of a proud, haughty Asian/Hispanic dominating a humble white girl. That kind of 'race play' really adds spice.
Wish you'd write more stuff like that.

F/f stuff is far more erotic when the sub is hopelessly and helplessly attracted to the Domme. It gives the Domme power to tease and taunt.
If the sub is disgusted by what she's being forced to do, its just plain old drudgery.

I know some here will disagree with me but i'm certain there are many who feel the same way.

[spyki]

I love both kinds. When the sub willingly lets them humiliate her and be in control and when they completely hate it but take it because they have to.

[Sauur]

I appreciate your feedback Jalan.

There are many times of domination... this one well poor Hannah is never going to like whats happening. Stay tuned in the future for other stories. I'm glad you liked the Jessica story, I had a lot of fun writing it! :)

[Heckron]

I personally really like this one Sauur!

Fantastic as always!

[pitek]

i prefer, when sub don't like it and don't have any chois just take it, whot her mistress have to her. It's my favourit type of stroy, great work :)

[Heckron]

Please finish off or continue the story man! We need more! :D :carrotdan:bananavic

[maitressenoir]

"....stories where the one doing the dominating is evil. And the one who is being dominated is a good person completely undeserving of the pain and torture."

Nice story, nice concept

[Sauur]

Well I really just couldn't get into writing more for this story. Really writing in general is escaping me at the moment. However I did want to end it. The ending is a bit abrupt but I hope you enjoy it.

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Twelve hours of hell passed. Hannah’s bowels had deposited her own waste all over her face a few hours earlier. Trapped in a nightmare of pain and fear she could not hold back her nausea. She vomited, the meager contents in her own stomach burned up her throat. It had no where to go though with her mouth sealed. A horrid cycle of vomiting and then swallowing it back down began, the stomach acid burned her throat as this occurred multiple times.

Erica walked down to the basement, her boots making an ominous sound. She laughed as she caught the smell of feces in the air. She pried the lid of the storage pin and laughed at the crippled shit covered woman. “I bet you are regretting your defiance now, bitch.” Hannah nodded her head feverishly, anything to be let out. Erica cleared her throat and then spat onto Hannah’s shit covered face.

“Are you ready to be my little shit slave?” Hannah squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. Erica had brought a bucket of water and splashed it over Hannah’s face; this was to get rid of shit covering her so she could take off her gag. When the dirty panties were removed from her mouth Hannah croaked out her a hoarse, “please.” Erica stroked her face, “Oh don’t worry I have plenty of shit for you.”

Hannah’s tears flowed freely down her cheeks but she steeled herself. She knew Erica would keep her down here even longer if she didn’t eat ever last piece. Erica looked down and said, “Come on beg for me to drop a turd in your fucking face!”

Hannah’s raw throat worked and she begged pitifully, “Please mistress, please use me as your toilet. Please.” Erica laughed, “Well since you asked so nicely.” Erica took off her garments and spread her legs over the storage container. “Open up, first item on the menu, my PISS!”

Urine rained down on Hannah’s face. Hannah flinched away as the golden rain touched her. Erica yelled at her, “Swallow it all!” Hannah feared Erica with every ounce of her being so she quickly opened her mouth and forced herself to swallow the bitter piss. Erica had a full bladder so it was a struggle to force it all down. Erica laughed as she watched her helpless slave drink it all.

“Was that hard little cripple girl? That was nothing compared to what’s coming next.” Hannah looked up in horror at the naked Latina ass. Could she really force herself to eat it? She knew if she didn’t she would be kept down here even longer trapped in the box. Hannah whimpered as Erica’s anus opened up and the first piece of excrement was pushed out.

It dropped into the tortured woman’s mouth. As it touched her taste buds she nearly hurled the contents of her stomach. It was worse then the dirty panties that had been duct taped into her mouth. It was ten times worse. Every ounce of self control was needed not to let her body’s natural reaction occur. Shuddering she forced herself to bite into the soggy piece of shit.

Erica laughed at the horrible grimace on Hannah’s face. “Yeah EAT MY SHIT!” Erica loved every second of the torment she was inflicting on her slave. “Better swallow it down toilet there is more where that came from!” Hannah’s throat muscles constricted her body was screaming at her not to consume the filth she had in her mouth. Somehow she was able to force herself to swallow the shitty contents. Her body quivered, sweat had broken out all over her body from the intense ordeal.

Erica strained and another log came forth from her nether regions. Hannah let out a sob as she knew this was far from over. Erica smiled and said, “You know, I bet this is the first time in all of history this is happening. Oh I know there are some sick freaks who actually want to eat shit; I’m not talking about that. I’m not talking about someone forcibly held against their will and made to consume another human’s crap.”

As she deposited another load of shit into Hannah’s mouth she smiled. “Yup you and I are making history. Doesn’t that make you happy bitch?” Hannah had her mouth full at the moment so she only moaned and tried not to vomit it all back out. The last bit of shit was forced out and dropped into the shaking slave beneath Erica. Hannah used every ounce of will to force it down her throat. Immediately afterwards she sobbed in relief.

Erica was not done yet however. She then dumped the battered woman out of the storage bin and onto the floor of the basement. Her legs were crippled and useless and her arms were still tied. She landed face first onto the basement. Erica kicked her. “Move your lazy bitch ass to the corner next to the drain.” Between painful kicks Hannah was able to roll her bruised and cramped body to the corner of the basement.

Erica took the hose and sprayed Hannah clean. The filth was blasted off and went down the drain. The design of this basement meant it was very easy to clean the slave. No need to try to drag her upstairs. A terrible thought dawned in Hannah’s pain wracked mind. She realized she would never leave this basement again. She would die here. Never again would she see the sun or the sky. Her world was this basement and that horrendous thought nauseated and sickened her. Hannah involuntarily vomited everything she had just consumed.

Erica who had wanted to ride her slaves face to a massive orgasm was irritated beyond belief. Her boot lashed out and caught Hannah full in the face. Blood splattered as Hannah’s nose broke under the fierce attack.

“You FUCKING bitch! You ungrateful shit eater. Lick it all back up, NOW!

In between shouted demands Erica landed kick after kick on the helpless woman. Hannah slid across the vomit shit covered basement. She desperately tried to begin the impossible task of licking everything back up but Erica’s kicks continued relentlessly.

“FASTER CUNT!”

Erica was completely out of control with lust and power. She kicked first out of anger but now out of the sheer joy of beating this helpless innocent person. A fragile rib was shattered under a particularly vicious stomp. Another blow rocked her head and Hannah stopped being able to focus. Her mouth didn’t seem to obey her commands, her tongue just hung out of her mouth lifelessly.

“Are you fucking disobeying me? LICK, NOW! But Hannah couldn’t lick. Her face was a battered mass of blood, shit and vomit. Another dozen kicks rained down adding to the agony. All of the noise brought Kristen down from upstairs.

“Holy shit Erica, what is all that racket”, Kristen asked.

Erica delivered a sharp blow to Hannah’s chest and turned to face her lover. “This useless bitch threw up, after I just cleaned her damned body. Now she’s just lying there like a useless sack of shit.” Kristen came over and inspected Hannah’s body. Hannah weakly tried to lift her head and speak but all that came out was an unrecognizable moan.

Kristen said, “I think you’ve done it now Erica. She’s in real bad shape; I don’t think she’s going to be able to do much of anything now.” Erica cursed; she had been planning to do hundreds of other unspeakable things to poor Hannah. Taking out her frustration on the dying but still conscious Hannah she stomped and kicked her once more. “Worthless slave, dying on me, damn it!”

Kristen looked at her hot tempered Latina lover and said, “Well no use crying over spilled milk, how do you want to end her?” Erica paused to think. “Damn girl there are so many different ways. I’ve thought about setting her on fire because it would be so painful but I want to actually feel her die under my hands.”

Kristen kissed her lover and said, “Well baby I want to make this special for you. Let me get the blow torch. You can throttle her while I work over with it.” Hannah heard the two plan her demise. Her mind rebelled at the thought of it’s existence being snuffed out. Hannah whimpered in fear, she tried one last feeble attempt at speaking. “Puh… Puhl.. eassse, please,” she begged.

While Kristen prepared the blow torch, Erica stuffed another pair of dirty panties in Hannah’s mouth. “My dirty laundry is the last thing you taste while you die. Oh God yes I am going to make you die. Do you know how often I am going to orgasm to this memory? Do you have any fucking idea how much I am going to enjoy this?” Erica added one last cruelty. She dipped her fingers in the vomit shit and rubbed them on the inside of Hannah’s nostrils.

“Yeah fucker, your last breath of air on this planet is going to be my shit!”

Everything was now ready. Kristen and Erica kissed each other passionately and then set about their work. Turning on the torch Kristen touched it to the flesh of Hannah’s stomach. Searing agony awoke in Hannah. A scream of sheer animal pain burst through the gag. Her agonized shrieks were music to Erica’s ears.

Erica grabbed Hannah’s throat and squeezed. “Look at me when you die, look at me! The blow torch touched her skin again and her vocal cords once more tried to shriek. Erica could feel the vibrations under her hands. The hands that were throttling the poor crippled woman who had done absolutely nothing wrong.

Erica screamed for her. She screamed her lust and tightened her grip. Her rabid eyes locked onto Hannah’s. “DIE DIE DIE DIE!” So strong was her grip the wind pipe actually was crushed. Hannah had breathed her last. During her last agonizing seconds time slowed to an eternally slow crawl. Every second seemed to last a minute. Her flesh was cooked again, and again her airway cut off.

The last moments of Hannah’s life were filled with unbearable agony. And Erica drunk it all in. The sheer power and the perfect cruelty, they would be some of her fondest memories in the years of leisure to come. The spark of life in Hannah’s eyes fled, finally, mercifully. And as it did Erica could sense the moment. The greatest orgasm she would ever have rocked her.

Hannah was dead. Her captors had ended her existence after torturing her beyond endurance. She had suffered pain and degradation that few could imagine. Erica had loved every minute of it as only a true sadist could. She had destroyed another human… utterly.

[macrina]

Thank you.

[floorofspikehh]

i wish this story can continue endless ,it's really a great work ,i think it should enter the hall of fame