Seatboy
11-08-2009, 3:11 PM
The stomping board consisted of a piece of thick plywood with 2x4 runners along the bottom for extra bracing. Natalie had insisted that John paint the board white, after he finished building it. "Why paint it at all, Sweetheart?" John had asked his lovely wife after her request. "Because the white paint will show the blood that splatters much better than the natural wood color," She replied. Understanding, John painted the stomping board bright white. Now, Natalie stood on it with the bum's hand between her delicate, but very cruel feet, waiting so eagerly for him to wake up. Twice John watched her place the heel of her sandal on the boy's pinky finger, just about the length of the nail, and mash her weight down on it for a few seconds, then remove her foot, much like a hungry man who stopped for a hamburger and fries to go, but kept nibbling on the fries on his way home, because he couldn't wait.
At the first signs of the young bum beginning to awaken, a huge thrill of excitement shot through Natalie almost like a pleasant electrical shock. The boy's head began to turn slightly from side to side. Natalie's mouth got dry, and she began to tremble slightly with excited anticipation. Suddenly the boy's eyes opened and blinked several times, then began to look around, finally coming to rest on Natalie's feet and his left hand which he immediately noticed was strapped down to some sort of platform or something slightly above the regular floor of the house. "WWW-Wwhat's goi---ng on?" the now frightened boy asked. Natalie smiled down at him. "Let me put it to you like this. I now own you!" she said, matter of factly. "I fully intend to make the rest of your miserable life, even more miserable than you can imagine." She said in a serious tone of voice. The boy just stared blankly at her, not understanding the meaning of it all. `What have I done?' the boy wondered. You are officially my pain slut slave!" said the beautiful woman standing straddle of his hand. "Shortly after I begin abusing you, I rest assured you will wish you'd never been born, let alone turned to a filthy street bum!" Did you actually thing I'd let you make love to me? Did you really think I'd even allow you to touch me?" John was listening and silently chuckling at the things his wife was telling the frightened boy. "I'm going to stomp you more times, and harder than you ever dreamed possible of a woman my size. And not just today, but tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. The only end to it will be when the pain weakens your heart to the point that it just suddenly stops, or when you might possibly get some kind of infection from the many wounds that I will inflict upon you." Otherwise, you are here for one purpose and one purpose only and that purpose is for me to punish and abuse and for my husband to enjoy watching. You'll be, shall we say, the object of our foreplay. You know, the activity that really gets us going and ready for one another for bed. And while we're in bed making wild, hot, passionate love, you'll still be lying here trembling and convulsing in excruciating pain, wondering how you ever got yourself into this jam." Natalie raised her right foot and stomped down hard on the boy's hand then, feeling some bones crunch. Now, still standing on his hand, she said, "it's only fair to tell you that, in the morning your hands and fingers will be very swollen, possibly twice their normal size, the bones in your hands and fingers will be broken, crushed, bleeding, and even splattered somewhat, and they will throb very painfully with every beat of your heart. But guess what! I'm going to step up on this board beside you and start stomping them all over again. Of course, I'll also stomp on your face and head, on your stomach and chest, your arms, elbows, ankles and knees and anywhere else I choose to stomp and there will be absolutely nothing you can do except close your eyes and take it." Chuckling, Natalie raised her foot and stomped very hard on the boy's fingers and then again on his hand. The boy's head jerked to the pain and he saw the nail on his index finger hanging by a small piece of skin and two more of his fingers were bleeding around blackened nails. Natalie was already very moist between her legs now and fighting hard to prevent herself from just stomping the stranger until his insides spilled out. She bit her lower lip somewhat and then stomped again on his hand. Stepping on his chest then and over to the other side, she raised her foot and stomped as hard as she could on just his right pinky finger, feeling the bone crush under the hard, ungiving heel of her sexy sandal. Aftere standing on the finger a few seconds, she raised her cruel foot and stomped on it a second time. John watched the small nail dislodge shoot across the floor. As Natalie continued standing on his pinky finger, John had his eye on the blood oozing from under the heel of her sandal. His member was throbbing hard and he didn't think he could stand much more without shooting off his load before he could get his beautiful, cruel wife into bed. He had trouble udnerstanding how anyone so beautiful and soft and tender as his wife, could yet be so cold, indifferent, and cruel to another person. Yet he loved watching her dish out the punishment. John's eyes focused on Natalies right foot then as she raised it and began stomping on the bum's hand very hard again and again and again. The young bum was in so much pain now that he was unable to do anything but squeal slightly and tremble as if he had a terrible chill. Stepping on his chest once again, and to the boy's other side, Natalie proceeded to stomp his other hand again several times. "Sweetheart, let him rest a while and come to bed!" John almost shouted with wild excitement.
At the first signs of the young bum beginning to awaken, a huge thrill of excitement shot through Natalie almost like a pleasant electrical shock. The boy's head began to turn slightly from side to side. Natalie's mouth got dry, and she began to tremble slightly with excited anticipation. Suddenly the boy's eyes opened and blinked several times, then began to look around, finally coming to rest on Natalie's feet and his left hand which he immediately noticed was strapped down to some sort of platform or something slightly above the regular floor of the house. "WWW-Wwhat's goi---ng on?" the now frightened boy asked. Natalie smiled down at him. "Let me put it to you like this. I now own you!" she said, matter of factly. "I fully intend to make the rest of your miserable life, even more miserable than you can imagine." She said in a serious tone of voice. The boy just stared blankly at her, not understanding the meaning of it all. `What have I done?' the boy wondered. You are officially my pain slut slave!" said the beautiful woman standing straddle of his hand. "Shortly after I begin abusing you, I rest assured you will wish you'd never been born, let alone turned to a filthy street bum!" Did you actually thing I'd let you make love to me? Did you really think I'd even allow you to touch me?" John was listening and silently chuckling at the things his wife was telling the frightened boy. "I'm going to stomp you more times, and harder than you ever dreamed possible of a woman my size. And not just today, but tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. The only end to it will be when the pain weakens your heart to the point that it just suddenly stops, or when you might possibly get some kind of infection from the many wounds that I will inflict upon you." Otherwise, you are here for one purpose and one purpose only and that purpose is for me to punish and abuse and for my husband to enjoy watching. You'll be, shall we say, the object of our foreplay. You know, the activity that really gets us going and ready for one another for bed. And while we're in bed making wild, hot, passionate love, you'll still be lying here trembling and convulsing in excruciating pain, wondering how you ever got yourself into this jam." Natalie raised her right foot and stomped down hard on the boy's hand then, feeling some bones crunch. Now, still standing on his hand, she said, "it's only fair to tell you that, in the morning your hands and fingers will be very swollen, possibly twice their normal size, the bones in your hands and fingers will be broken, crushed, bleeding, and even splattered somewhat, and they will throb very painfully with every beat of your heart. But guess what! I'm going to step up on this board beside you and start stomping them all over again. Of course, I'll also stomp on your face and head, on your stomach and chest, your arms, elbows, ankles and knees and anywhere else I choose to stomp and there will be absolutely nothing you can do except close your eyes and take it." Chuckling, Natalie raised her foot and stomped very hard on the boy's fingers and then again on his hand. The boy's head jerked to the pain and he saw the nail on his index finger hanging by a small piece of skin and two more of his fingers were bleeding around blackened nails. Natalie was already very moist between her legs now and fighting hard to prevent herself from just stomping the stranger until his insides spilled out. She bit her lower lip somewhat and then stomped again on his hand. Stepping on his chest then and over to the other side, she raised her foot and stomped as hard as she could on just his right pinky finger, feeling the bone crush under the hard, ungiving heel of her sexy sandal. Aftere standing on the finger a few seconds, she raised her cruel foot and stomped on it a second time. John watched the small nail dislodge shoot across the floor. As Natalie continued standing on his pinky finger, John had his eye on the blood oozing from under the heel of her sandal. His member was throbbing hard and he didn't think he could stand much more without shooting off his load before he could get his beautiful, cruel wife into bed. He had trouble udnerstanding how anyone so beautiful and soft and tender as his wife, could yet be so cold, indifferent, and cruel to another person. Yet he loved watching her dish out the punishment. John's eyes focused on Natalies right foot then as she raised it and began stomping on the bum's hand very hard again and again and again. The young bum was in so much pain now that he was unable to do anything but squeal slightly and tremble as if he had a terrible chill. Stepping on his chest once again, and to the boy's other side, Natalie proceeded to stomp his other hand again several times. "Sweetheart, let him rest a while and come to bed!" John almost shouted with wild excitement.