Ste Letto
05-12-2003, 11:23 AM
Part 6
The hours that followed were long, slow and agonising for Joseph. He lay, on his back, face up, with the mattress enveloping his entire body. The hard springs pushed into his soft body. He could barely breathe beneath as the soft covering smothered his immobile face. The combined weight of the two girls meant his entire body was crushed and compressed. It took a mammoth effort to draw each laboured breath. He was fighting the mattress springs and the girls constant weight.
As Joseph suffered agonies only a mattress' width below them, Kirtsen and Kerry slept. Both were delightfully tired after their playful exertions. They sighed and changed positions several times throughout the night. Several times both girls passed wind, and some of that found its way down to Joseph's waiting nostrils making him feel nauseous and disgusted.
When morning came, the girls woke to the sound of a call from downstairs. Kirsten sat up, smiling sleepily, turned down the cover and put her legs over the open side of the bed. She was sat directly over Joseph's head, putting even more pressure upon it than before, although she did not know it. "Coming" she shouted, not knowing what was being shouted. She walked barefoot across the carpeted floor, smiling to feel the soft fibres compressing beneath her soles. Opening the bedroom door she called "Hi". She heard Caroline chuckling. "Hi Kirsty, fancy some breakfast?" Kirsten smiled, and felt her stomach grumble, "Oh yes please." Caroline laughed, "Few minutes," she shouted. "Kay" replied Kirsten.
She stepped back into the room and smiled to see what her sister was doing. Kerry had rolled the mattress back, to reveal Joseph's head and shoulders. She was sitting, with her nightshirt raised, barearsed on the boy's helpless face. From the look of concentration and pleasure on Kerry's face Kirsten knew she was giving Joseph a special drink to welcome him to the day. Kerry would let go a mouthful of her hot urine, then pause as Joseph gulped it down. She didn't want him to waste a drop so she controlled her bladder very carefully, even though it was bursting. Her slender fingers of her right hand gripped Joseph's nose, forcing him to drink. Kerry chatted gaily to her sister, delighted to hear that breakfast was on its way. "Hurry up will ya," pleaded Kirsten, "I need to go too." Kerry smiled, "Almost done sis, I wonder what's for breakfast."
Finally, with a little wiggle of her hips Kerry slid from the boy's face, and was quickly replaced by her larger bodied sister. Joseph could only lie there in mute horror as his distended stomach was forced to receive the hot contents of this young girl's bloated bladder. Squirt after squirt filled his cheeks to bursting point until she was completely satiated.
Moments later, with the mattress back in place, Caroline brought in a breakfast tray. The two girls were all smiles at the food steaming on the tray. "Thankyou, very much," they chorused. Caroline shook her head and went back downstairs.
Kerry and Kirsten sat side by side squashing Joseph beneath them as they ate. They chomped and chewed eggs, bacon, sausages, beans, toast and mushrooms, chasing them down with orange juice and hot coffee. Then they rested, smiling contentedly.
Each girl took her turn showering and getting dressed. Kirsten went first, before putting on the clothes she'd arrived in the night before. In her tight pink top and white miniskirt with bare legs and feet, she looked innocent and adorable. As Kerry showered, Kirsten climbed up on the mattress and began to jump up and down. She laughed and whooped, giggled and shouted "Wheeeeeee" as she used the mattress like a trampoline, oblivious to the very real suffering of the very real boy beneath. The springs made strange sounds of stress and complaint.
Joseph was bruised and battered by the mattress, driven down by Kirsten's feet. Soon Kerry joined her. Two barefoot girls were soon laughing and jumping on the poor boy below.
In fact they kept up their torture of Joseph for half an hour.
When they pulled the mattress from his body they gasped. Joseph looked dead. His skin was pale, his eyes had rolled up into his skull, and his lips were blue. They both screamed. Caroline, Alison and Amanda came up the stairs. Caroline bent over Joseph and gave him mouth to mouth, while Amanda compressed his chest. After 15 minutes his heart started again.
Amanda called an ambulance and Joseph was taken to hospital. He was in a critical condition for a week, and on intensive care for another week. When he recovered, he was decalered mentally incompetent and taken to a specialist nursing home that Caroline had selected many years earlier. The all female staff knew everything about Joseph. They also knew that Caroline was paying them a healthy retainer to make sure Joseph could never recover.
His daily routine became fixed, although the nurses changed. At 8.15 every morning he was woken by a barefoot nurse stomping on his cock and balls. At 8.20 he was made to drink the same girl's urine as she emptied her bladder. At 8.30 the same nurse would sit on his face until he passed out. He was fed intravenously, and his bodily wastes were removed by catheter. At 12.00 he was awoken by three nurses trampling him in block soled shoes, the trampling lasting exactly 1 hour. The girls would stamp, stomp and tread on him with increasing force until he passed out. At 3.00 pm he would begin his job of licking the soles of every nurse and female staff member in the hospital, from the candy stripers, through the nurses, to the Drs, Consultants and administrators. This would take hours, and by the end his jaw would be burning with muscular pain. If he was ever reluctant, he was persuaded by application of a penile squeeze or two. Several of these ladies also liked to pee in his mouth.
At 8.00pm he would become a foot rest for nurses watching TV. At 11 it was time for sleep. A special seat was placed above him so that his head was a pillow at the foot end. Any of the nurses could then lie, under a blanket with her feet on his face as she slept.
This continued for 15 years until the night when Glenys Johns, a rather overweight nurse from Aberdeen let her big, broad, sweaty, heavy, stocking clad feet smother him as she slept. He was buried without ceremony.
The hours that followed were long, slow and agonising for Joseph. He lay, on his back, face up, with the mattress enveloping his entire body. The hard springs pushed into his soft body. He could barely breathe beneath as the soft covering smothered his immobile face. The combined weight of the two girls meant his entire body was crushed and compressed. It took a mammoth effort to draw each laboured breath. He was fighting the mattress springs and the girls constant weight.
As Joseph suffered agonies only a mattress' width below them, Kirtsen and Kerry slept. Both were delightfully tired after their playful exertions. They sighed and changed positions several times throughout the night. Several times both girls passed wind, and some of that found its way down to Joseph's waiting nostrils making him feel nauseous and disgusted.
When morning came, the girls woke to the sound of a call from downstairs. Kirsten sat up, smiling sleepily, turned down the cover and put her legs over the open side of the bed. She was sat directly over Joseph's head, putting even more pressure upon it than before, although she did not know it. "Coming" she shouted, not knowing what was being shouted. She walked barefoot across the carpeted floor, smiling to feel the soft fibres compressing beneath her soles. Opening the bedroom door she called "Hi". She heard Caroline chuckling. "Hi Kirsty, fancy some breakfast?" Kirsten smiled, and felt her stomach grumble, "Oh yes please." Caroline laughed, "Few minutes," she shouted. "Kay" replied Kirsten.
She stepped back into the room and smiled to see what her sister was doing. Kerry had rolled the mattress back, to reveal Joseph's head and shoulders. She was sitting, with her nightshirt raised, barearsed on the boy's helpless face. From the look of concentration and pleasure on Kerry's face Kirsten knew she was giving Joseph a special drink to welcome him to the day. Kerry would let go a mouthful of her hot urine, then pause as Joseph gulped it down. She didn't want him to waste a drop so she controlled her bladder very carefully, even though it was bursting. Her slender fingers of her right hand gripped Joseph's nose, forcing him to drink. Kerry chatted gaily to her sister, delighted to hear that breakfast was on its way. "Hurry up will ya," pleaded Kirsten, "I need to go too." Kerry smiled, "Almost done sis, I wonder what's for breakfast."
Finally, with a little wiggle of her hips Kerry slid from the boy's face, and was quickly replaced by her larger bodied sister. Joseph could only lie there in mute horror as his distended stomach was forced to receive the hot contents of this young girl's bloated bladder. Squirt after squirt filled his cheeks to bursting point until she was completely satiated.
Moments later, with the mattress back in place, Caroline brought in a breakfast tray. The two girls were all smiles at the food steaming on the tray. "Thankyou, very much," they chorused. Caroline shook her head and went back downstairs.
Kerry and Kirsten sat side by side squashing Joseph beneath them as they ate. They chomped and chewed eggs, bacon, sausages, beans, toast and mushrooms, chasing them down with orange juice and hot coffee. Then they rested, smiling contentedly.
Each girl took her turn showering and getting dressed. Kirsten went first, before putting on the clothes she'd arrived in the night before. In her tight pink top and white miniskirt with bare legs and feet, she looked innocent and adorable. As Kerry showered, Kirsten climbed up on the mattress and began to jump up and down. She laughed and whooped, giggled and shouted "Wheeeeeee" as she used the mattress like a trampoline, oblivious to the very real suffering of the very real boy beneath. The springs made strange sounds of stress and complaint.
Joseph was bruised and battered by the mattress, driven down by Kirsten's feet. Soon Kerry joined her. Two barefoot girls were soon laughing and jumping on the poor boy below.
In fact they kept up their torture of Joseph for half an hour.
When they pulled the mattress from his body they gasped. Joseph looked dead. His skin was pale, his eyes had rolled up into his skull, and his lips were blue. They both screamed. Caroline, Alison and Amanda came up the stairs. Caroline bent over Joseph and gave him mouth to mouth, while Amanda compressed his chest. After 15 minutes his heart started again.
Amanda called an ambulance and Joseph was taken to hospital. He was in a critical condition for a week, and on intensive care for another week. When he recovered, he was decalered mentally incompetent and taken to a specialist nursing home that Caroline had selected many years earlier. The all female staff knew everything about Joseph. They also knew that Caroline was paying them a healthy retainer to make sure Joseph could never recover.
His daily routine became fixed, although the nurses changed. At 8.15 every morning he was woken by a barefoot nurse stomping on his cock and balls. At 8.20 he was made to drink the same girl's urine as she emptied her bladder. At 8.30 the same nurse would sit on his face until he passed out. He was fed intravenously, and his bodily wastes were removed by catheter. At 12.00 he was awoken by three nurses trampling him in block soled shoes, the trampling lasting exactly 1 hour. The girls would stamp, stomp and tread on him with increasing force until he passed out. At 3.00 pm he would begin his job of licking the soles of every nurse and female staff member in the hospital, from the candy stripers, through the nurses, to the Drs, Consultants and administrators. This would take hours, and by the end his jaw would be burning with muscular pain. If he was ever reluctant, he was persuaded by application of a penile squeeze or two. Several of these ladies also liked to pee in his mouth.
At 8.00pm he would become a foot rest for nurses watching TV. At 11 it was time for sleep. A special seat was placed above him so that his head was a pillow at the foot end. Any of the nurses could then lie, under a blanket with her feet on his face as she slept.
This continued for 15 years until the night when Glenys Johns, a rather overweight nurse from Aberdeen let her big, broad, sweaty, heavy, stocking clad feet smother him as she slept. He was buried without ceremony.