Karen's Revenge

[TheYellowDart]

Karen’s Revenge

Part I


Karen was filled with rage after she heard about the incident between Tommy and Chris.
“That little shit is going to pay” where the first words to leave her mouth after her best friend, Danielle, relayed the story to her.
It was common knowledge that Chris had a thing for Karen, and she often times thought it was cute to have an admirer like that. But this time, he had gone too far. And now, he is going to pay.
Tommy Robinson was one of the university’s star athletes, and so, when he asked Karen to go on a date, she was thrilled. After a year of flirting, he was finally starting to take a real interest in her. That was, until Chris ruined things.
After he had heard that Tommy and Karen were going on a date, Christ approached Tommy, his fists clenched. The confrontation lasted only a minute; after a few choice words, Chris punched him. Tommy, who was so scared of the “freak”, as everyone called him, ran away, without even fighting back. His last words were, “Fine! You can have that bitch!”
Chris’s infatuation had to be stopped. Or, rather, put to better use. And so, Karen came up with a plan.
“I have an idea,” she told Danielle.
“What?”
Karen smiled. There was not time to talk, no time to discuss this with anyone, even her best friend.
“Tell you what, I’ll call you later and tell you everything. But, I think you’ll like what I have planned. See you.”
And she ran off.

Karen caught up with Chris after his English class had dismissed.
“Chris?”
He turned and looked at her nervously.
“Karen?”
She smiled, and touched his arm, and adopted a sexy, flirtations tone.
“Hey, I heard what you did to Tommy. That was really brave of you.
He blushed. “Thanks.”
“Listen, I have track practice in a few minutes, but afterwards, do you want to go and get something to eat?”
He smiled, and said, so fast that she nearly missed it, “of course!”
“Great. I’m parked over by the student center. Meet me by my car in about 2 hours, okay?”
She gave a tiny wave and walked off.

As she expected, Chris was standing by her small car when she got out of track practice. She wore her short running shorts, a white practice tank-top, complete with the university’s logo, and white Nike running shoes.
She smiled and unlocked the car. “Hop in.”
As they pulled onto the highway, Chris asked, “Where are we going?”
“Oh, I though we would grab some fast-food and have us a little pic-nic. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Are you nervous”
“A little,” he admitted.
After they got their food from Burger King, Karen drove until the city’s buildings faded into the horizon, and they were surrounded by trees. There was a trail that branched off of the main road, leading behind the trees. If you were going too fast, it was easy to miss. But, Karen knew exactly where it was. She lost her virginity there.
She turned onto the trail and followed it for about a mile, until the trees cleared, and allowed her to steer her small car into the open clearing. She was sure they would have plenty of privacy here.
“Can you carry the food? I’ve got a blanket in the trunk; I’ll spread it across the ground.”
In a few minutes, the blanket was in place, and the food was still sitting in the paper bags on the side. Karen bent over the trunk, and retrieved something from within. It was small and black, and it looked to Chris like a camera. But he was wrong. In a split second, she turned and pressed something into his side. He felt electricity course throughout his body as he collapsed on the ground, paralyzed. In her hand, Karen held a taser.
His eyes were wide with shock, but hers were narrowed, a look of utter contempt upon her face. Dropping the taser back in the trunk, she kicked his body into position. He was now laying on his back, his legs out straight, and his arms at his side.
She stomped hard on his stomach, driving his breath away. She stepped up, one foot on his stomach, the other on his chest.
“You’re going to pay for scaring Tommy off” she said.
She walked forward, and placed her right foot across the front of his face, covering his nose.
“This is where you belong, and where you will stay from now on.”
She then moved all of her 130lbs. onto his face. His head felt crushed between her and the ground, and he was sure his skull was going to cave in at any moment. He could smell the grass and dirt that coated the bottom of her rubber sole; taste it, even, as his nose was crushed beneath her weight.
She was back on his chest a minute later, both feet together. The pressure was enormous, and it was hard to support her weight as he tried to draw breath. She smiled as she inspected the treadmarks on his face. She started bouncing, causing him to choke up, and draw his legs back up.
“Looks like the taser wore off,” she said, “but you’re not fighting back. I guess you do know your place, after all.”
She turned his head sideways with her foot, and stomped hard. He cried out, but made no attempt to stop her. So she stomped harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Still, he was not fighting back, so she jumped.
Both feet landed on his face, and he saw a flash of white light as his memory skipped. She smiled as she stood on her admirer’s head, her full weight pushing it into the ground. She new she had him.
Now and forever.

To be continued….

[flapjak]

Great beginning! Hope the soft rubber soles are just a warm-up for some hard platform high-heeled shoes or boots! :evillaugh

[hhhmmm]

YD:

I'm more into the old clasic Keds, or some regular boot with no plats on the face:)

It's your story, but it's a great beginning!

hhhmmm:)

[heelcushion]

She's been at the track, she has track spikes? :-0

[grizley]

Heep going, this can only get better as she changes shoes.

[TheYellowDart]

haha
More shoes are coming, I promise.
But, for now, here's the second part:

Karen’s Revenge

Part II


Karen leaned against the trunk of her car as she stood on the head of her new slave.
“Wow, you must be desperate for my attention for you to just lay here while I walkall over you.
Chris said nothing, but he continued to suffer as she stood on the side of his head for the fifth straight minute.
“Not to worry, though. We will soon see the depth of your devotion to me. If you pass the test, I just may take you home with me. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
He grunted in affirmation.
“I thought so. Well, it’s time to see what you’re made of. He felt immediate relief as she launched herself into the air, this time landing on his torso.
He cried out as the air rushed from his lungs, and her feet pushed themselves into his ribs. She jumped again. And again. After ten jumps, she stopped for him to catch his breath.
Ten seconds passed, and she jumped again, as hard and as high as she could. This time, she went fifteen times, landing all of his chest and stomach, before she stopped. He was choking now, tears running down his cheeks, but still no fight.
So, she jumped again, as high and hard as she could. Twenty times was the new total, and, on the final jump, she landed with only one foot: on his stomach.
He was in agony now.
She stood there, one foot on his stomach, the other in the air, and began to twist.
Now he was screaming.
Two more hard, one-legged jumps, and she stepped down.
His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were full of pain. But his break was a small one. She walked over to his head, and turned it on its side once again. And jumped. Both feet landed side-by-side, crushing his head into the earth. Then she started walking in place. Her weight shifted from foot to foot, and her pace quickened. Now she was running. Like machine gun fire, her feet rained down on his head, and he was screaming. But still, no attempt to stop her.
She walked back onto his chest, and admired the tread marks once again.
With a malicious grin, she climbed onto the trunk of her car and looked down at his pathetic, beaten body.
“Get ready.”
She didn’t step off. She jumped. She landed with a hard thud on his abdomen. She smiled as he cried a high-pitched scream. She still had not moved from where she landed, and he was gasping for air, a fiery pain in his stomach. She stepped up onto his chest.
“Keep your face up. If you move it, you will pay dearly.”
Then she positioned herself so that she stood with one foot across his forehead and the other across his mouth.
She placed her hands on the trunk and lifter herself up. He saw her raised form, smiling down at him, he legs drawn beneath her. Then his memory skipped. Then she was in the air again. Then the lapse in memory again.
Then, finally, she stepped back onto his chest. The pressure on his head was relieved, but the terrible ache was still there.
“Okay, I’ll give you a little break. But I’m not going to get off. Not yet; this is too much fun.”
She began to move up and down his body, slowly, almost as if she were giving him a massage. She would walk down to his stomach, which, after a while, began to compress; he was much too tired to hold her weight anymore. Then, she would slowly walk up to his chest, moving with a cat’s grace. His chest was sore, but at least she wasn’t running, jumping, or stomping. Then, she would place her shoe so that it was in the middle of his face, running vertically along his nose, and walked forward. She stayed there a moment before turning around. This soon became a routine. After the fourth or fifth time (he lost count), she stepped down and opened her trunk.
From within its depths, she removed a lawn chair and set it up above him. The legs of the chair set on the ground on each side of his body. A bar that ran across the back two legs pressed into his stomach (though not too hard; the legs were already on the ground when it met his stomach), and she sat directly above his chest. She placed one foot underneath the chair, resting it on his chest. The other, she held above his head.
“Lick it clean,” she said.
She expected him to hesitate, but he did not. The smell of the rubber soles filled his nostrils as he slid his tongue across the bottom of her shoe. Dust, grass, and pebbles were swept from her soles and into his mouth, where they were forced down. Every place she had ever been in those shoes now had a piece of itself inside of him.
Soon, the surface of the bottoms were clean. Now, he worked on removing the filth from the grooves. For ten minutes longer he worked, his tongue becoming more and more sore, but he was determined to prove his devotion to his new master.
When he finished licking, she asked, “You done?”
He nodded.
She inspected her shoe. Once she deemed the work passable, she moved it back to his chest, and moved her other foot forward so that it hung over his face.
He duplicated his efforts with no less enthusiasm than he had before. When he had finished both shoes, she removed them from her feet and placed them on either side of his head. Her socked feet descended and found their resting place on his upturned face. They were warm and wet with moisture, which accumulated from both the track practice and the trampling earlier.
As he breathed in the scent of her feet, she closed her eyes and leaned back in the char, sighing in contentment. The gentle spring breeze lightly tossed her hair, and the sunlight shone on her flawless face. She was truly a goddess. Soon, her feet were moving up and down his face, caressing it.
All of a sudden, she opened her eyes and stood up on his face. She removed the chair and stepped back, her white socked feet flashing in the sunlight.
“Open your mouth.”
When he had done so, she removed her socks and placed them inside his mouth, and closed it with her now bare foot.
“Enjoy,” she said.
At once, the salty taste assaulted his tongue, and all of the saliva in his mouth was absorbed into the fabric. Her foot sweat, the product of two hours worth of track practice and an hour’s worth of trample, now filled his mouth. And, strangely, he wasn’t disgusted.
Her feet were now bare, displaying ten perfect toes, each painted black.
“Get a good look,” she said, flexing her toes against his torso, “because you are about to worship me for the true goddess I am. Now, you get to prove your devotion to me.”
And with that, she stepped forward again, flattening his nose beneath her bare soles.

To be continued....

[pisoteame]

Excelent story, I've loved every line!

[grizley]

This just keeps getting better as you continue.

[cyberwop]

Heck yeah. I loved part 2 Thanks.

[bigman2257]

Bring on Part 3!!!!

[LuvsHerHeels]

yes...please continue this story.
thanks.

[jpstingers]

great story so far!

[Rugboy3]

Loving this story! Hope it continues on for a long time. More shoes/heels please!!!:) Maybe have more of her friends join her. ;)

[TheYellowDart]

You know, Rugboy, I was thinking the same thing.
:)
Almost finished with the third part, then things are REALLY going to get good.
Can't promise I'll have it up tomorrow, though, I have a full day of classes.
But, we'll see what happens.
:)

[TheYellowDart]

Sorry it took a few days longer than I said, but we had problems with the Internet company.
It's all good now, though, and here's the next part:



Karen’s Revenge
Part III

As his nose was crushed beneath Karen’s barefoot, the salty taste of her worn socks continued its relentless assault upon his tongue. By now, he had lost track of how long he had endured torture beneath her feet, but he knew that the sun had begun it’s descent beneath the tree line.
When she finally stepped back onto his chest nearly five minutes later, his nose, he thought, was sure to be flat against his face. Without a word, she brought her foot to his mouth, and pressed it against his lips.
As though by instinct, he knew what to do. He took her big into his mouth and began to suck. Or, at least, he tried to; both her socks filled her mouth. A scowl drew itself upon Karen’s face as she pulled stomped hard on his head.
“Spit the socks out, you idiot,” she said.
He did as he was told, and once again let her toe into his mouth, this time able to do so quite successfully. There, in the middle of the woods, in the fading daylight, and beneath the woman of his dreams, Chris worshiped the feet of a girl for the first time, and passed Karen’s test.
For nearly half an hour, he sucked on all of her toes, and licked and kissed every single inch of her feet, as she stood on top of his chest, looking down at him with a small contemptuous smile on her face. When she was finally satisfied, she wiped her feet across his shirt, and stepped down.
“Well, you passed my little test, so I guess you can come home with me and be my new slave boy. Stay here.”
She walked over to the front of the car, where she remained for some minutes, before returning to stand over Chris.
“Get off the blanket,” she said, making a shoo-ing gesture with her hands.
On his hands and knees, he crawled over a few feet so that he was off of her blanket. The movement showed him exactly how sore he really was. His chest hurt as he moved his arms, and his abs screamed from the beating they had taken all afternoon.
She stowed the blanket, her shoes, and her socks in the back of the trunk before closing the lid. Then, she motioned for him to follow her, and when he tried to rise, she slapped him across his face.
“On your knees,” she said.
Like a dog, he walked on his hand and knees at her heels until they arrived at the front of her car, on the driver’s side. He now saw what she had been doing those few minutes. The driver’s seat had been adjusted so that it laid back as far as it could, though the car was too small for it to lay completely down.
“I want you to get in, and lay so that you are face up on the seat.”
After a few minutes of adjustment, he was laying with his head on her seat, and his face up. His legs were sticking up, along with the back of the seat, though the seat was low enough so that his feet did not touch the roof of the car.
She sat herself astride his head, and closed the door. The fifteen minute ride to her apartment was extremely uncomfortable for Chris, his body was forced into an awkward position, and every bump caused her to bounce up and down on his face. When they arrived, Karen climbed out of her car, and stood next to the door, waiting for Chris to work his way out.
When he finally managed to get out of the car, he assumed his position on his hands and knees, and, to his surprise, Karen sat astride his back.
“You see that apartment building, way in the back--the furthest one?”
Chris nodded.
“That’s where I live. Get to moving.”
It seemed that she had parked in the furthest available parking spot, just to drag out Chris’s humiliation and torture. The journey wasn’t an easy one for him. More than once, he was sure he was going to collapse, but every time he stopped moving, Karen kicked him hard in the ribs. To make matters worse, Karen used his hair as an improvised form of horse reins, jerking his head this way and that, making many detours and otherwise prolonging their arrival.They passed many people on the way, all of whom laughed at Chris’s situation; they knew Karen was getting her revenge for what happened earlier in the day.
When they finally arrived at the building, Karen jerked his head upwards.
“Number 45,” she said, “on the second floor.”
Climbing the stairs was, by far, the hardest part of the journey. At first, Chris thought that it could not be done, and when he hesitated at the base of the stairs, Karen gave him another painful kick in the ribs as well as a tug on his hair. The second landing wasn’t too terribly high, but it was still a difficult task to accomplish, and when it was finished Karen, still astride his back, unlocked her door and led them in.
“Looks like my roomate isn’t home yet. That’s good, that just leaves a little more time for me and you. My room is straight down the hall.”
He entered the room, and she dismounted. He sighed in relief, and collapsed on the floor.
She rummaged in her closet for a minute, and reemerged, carrying some close in her hand.
“I’m going to take a shower. Stay there, and don’t move.”
And with that, she left him laying facedown on the floor. His body ached and he was tired from the day’s events. Little did he know that things were not over--not even close--and that the worst was yet to come. Because he was laying face-down, he missed what Karen was carrying in her hands--a pair of high heeled shoes. But, as it were, he lay in an exhausted heap in Karen’s floor, with the deluded belief that things could only get better from here.

[stivalo]

this story is marvellous!

[lerch456]

I love this thx man keep going

[grizley]

The longer this goes on the beter it gets.

[grizley]

I am bumping this story in hopes that it will be continued. It is too good to just stop now. Especially when the heels are coming out.

[TheYellowDart]

Sorry, sorry, sorry!
It's still a work in progress.
I find it hard to find time to write, what with all the college work and stuff I have to do.
But, I am working on it.

[Tramplemenc]

Great story--Please do add more parts..Love the jumping and stomping..

[TheYellowDart]

Finally found time to finish it.
Here is the fourth part:


Karen’s Revenge
Part IV


Karen returned from her shower dressed in a sexy red cocktail dress, and a pair of black strapped high heels. What she saw made her furious. Chris was asleep on the floor. She stepped over and and placed her heel on his cheek, marking her target. Then she lifted her foot and stomped hard.
He gave a great cry and jumped, a small amount of blood seeping from his mouth. With her foot, she forced his head onto the ground, and stomped again, and began to grind her heel against his head.
“How dare you fall asleep on me!”
She kicked him in the rips, causing another cry of pain.
“Roll over!”
She stepped onto his stomach, standing with both heels right next to each other.
He cried out in agony as her 130 lbs frame found itself balanced on the two heels on his stomach.
“Shut up,” she said, stomping to emphasize her point.
She began to walk in place, finding a fast beat in her head to march to.
Chris’s body tensed and the veins on his neck bulged and his breath was forced out and his stomach stabbed repeatedly by her heels.
“Can you breathe?” she asked.
He shook his head, his mouth forming a soundless ‘no’.
“Good.”
She leaned back on her heels, forcing all of her weight down on them.
“Are you going to fall asleep on me again?”
Again, he shook his head.
She lifted one foot so that all of her weight was now focused on a single heel.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded in agony.
She stepped down.
“I hope you know that your punishment isn’t over yet. In fact, I think I’m just getting started.”
She bent down and unbuttoned his shirt, casting it away and revealing the pale white body beneath.
She leaped into the air and landed on his stomach, where bruises were already starting to form. She then walked forward onto his chest. His ribcage quickly began to strain to hold her up, the pain intensified by her heels.
She held her right heel above his mouth, a wordless command.
He stuck out his tongue and dragged it across the bottom, collecting the dust that coated her soles.
His breath came in shorty raggedy gasps, and the fiery pain on his chest intensified every time he drew in air.
She maneuvered her shoe so that the heel slid into his mouth, and, seemingly instinctively, he began to suck it.
She smiled down at him, withdrew her heel and stepped down.
“Oooh. Looks like we’ve added some more marks to your collection. Look.”
He raised his head and examined his body. There were several impressions of her heels all over from the stomping he took earlier. But the deepest were on his stomach, where she had jumped earlier. A small amount of blood had been drawn from the area where her heels had torn the skin away from his abdomen. Also, there was a nice mark on his chest, where she had stood for nearly five minutes as he licked and sucked on her heels.
She traced each mark with her finger. However, there was an odd expression on her face. With horror, Cody realized it was disappointment. She was disappointed at the amount of damage she had caused to his body.
Wordlessly, she stepped up on his bare stomach again. She looked down at him and smiled. Then she launched herself in the air. It happened in slow motion. First, the pain in his stomach increased as she used it to push herself up into the air. She seemed to hang there for minutes, drawing her knees up, all the while still smiling down at him. Then she crashed down, and pain exploded in his stomach and he cried out.
She jumped again.
And again.
A fourth jump.
Finally, she stepped down to observe the wreckage she had created. Each time she jumped, she landed in a different place, leaving eight new cuts on his stomach. A maniac expression formed on her face.
“There. That’s a little better.”
She stepped up again, and started to march in place. Merciless heels dug into his flesh again and again. His stomach was now completely red, dotted with bloody areas. Her marching became harder and harder as her sadistic, maniacal side began to take over. The more he screamed, the harder she trampled. Fueled by this mentality, she began to stomp harder, began to dig her heels and and twist, and landed an occasional jump. The abuse continued for some ten minutes before his vision began to flicker. Then, there was a voice in the doorway.
“What the hell are you doing?”
It was Danielle.
Karen turned to her and smiled.
“How nice of you to join, Danielle. You have to try this.”

[grizley]

Excellent!!!!! Well worth the wait (weight?). This story just keeps getting better.

[macrina]

Fantastic, thank you.

[smashmyface69]

Great story, love the car-ride twist and the high-heeled boots at the end.