A tribute to ajjones2

[pepe3z]

Traffic Stop is the best story I have read in my life. I wish it never ends.


Peter lived in a world where big women ruled...

[pepe3z]

Peter was quite happy being married, he was like a property...

[pepe3z]

Unfortunately, he had a nasty experience with the cops

[pepe3z]

Peter tasted the dust from the big girl’s toe, as it was
dampened by the inside of his mouth. It was big and meaty, as she was rather stocky, with big thick muscular thighs below
her Daisy Duke’s, like a bobsledder. The grime began to come
loose against his tongue. Her foot was almost black on the
bottom, meaning she’d been walking barefoot probably the whole day, he figured. But, compared to what he’d just endured at the hands (or, rather, the feet) of the beautiful but cruel
policewomen, he thought, this was nothing to object to. He
pondered that for a moment. This morning, if someone had told him he’d be forced to take a beautiful woman’s filthy toes
into his mouth and suck the dirt from them, he would have been repulsed and mortified. He would have absolutely refused and been completely confident no one could ever make him do such a
vile thing. Now, he was…he was….well, compliant…even…yes,
even….grateful… to be able to please this striking woman
enough that she didn’t hurt him …didn’t step on him like a
roach. He was learning he was good for sucking her toes.

“I asked you if you wanted to go to a concert.” Peter was
still not able to talk with the damage done to his jaw when
the cop’s heavy boots stepped on it. He just kept quietly
suckling the girl’s toe…and praying they would leave him
alone. “Yeah, I think you want to go to a concert. You like
Alanis?” The big girl reached down, her dirty blond hair
cascading over her full breasts, which were almost coming out
of her top. She grabbed Peter by the hair and began dragging
him toward the car. Peter, for his part, tried desperately to
crawl, but couldn’t keep up, and finally went limp, which
didn’t even cause the woman to break stride, as she dragged his legs and lower torso across the rough gravel, Peter’s head
occasionally bumping against her powerful tan thighs as she
walked. At the car, she effortlessly tossed him by the belt
onto the rear seat and walked around the back of the car as three of the other girls got into the back from the first side.


By Master ajjones2 .

[pepe3z]

Then, as the horrible pain came, and a terrible scream rose in his throat, and he saw her cruel platform sole descending upon him as it brought a shadow over his entire body.

Finally, he saw her, high above, begin to shift her weight
forward. The world went dark, the hard sole pressed into his
tiny body, cracking his ribs and arm bones, forcing the air
out of him in a microsecond; and he felt her crushing him into the ground with her hard sole, and he felt himself being mashed deeply into the earth, his bones cracking and yielding completely now and the edges of the dirt rising around him as she pressed him into his own shallow grave, becoming part of her deep footprint in the soft grass. Then, his organs filled his throat; just before they burst out his mouth and his body,
exploding like a grape, burst a giant splash of blood across both his arms, as she squashed him completely flat beneath her
massive foot, like a pulpy insect. The last thing he thought was that the weight was incredible…

[ajjones2]

Okay, my mouth is just hangin open...I am truly touched.

Thanks, Pepe.

AJ

[pepe3z]

He didn’t know how long he’d been blessedly unconscious, when
he awoke to a rush of air, as the girls had opened the sky
roof. Carolyn was the first to stand up on Peter’s chest,
crushing the air out of him, and bending his ribcage into him,

[pepe3z]

... Sandy had a
pronounced British accent and wore a black and white spandex
mini skirt jumper that came down to about two inches above her
boots.

She was a six-foot-four Icelandic goddess

[pepe3z]

...

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“Oh my God! Celia!” Carolyn happily exclaimed. “And…is that…Kevin?!” she said, looking down at the boy. “Ohmigod, he’s so small now! You guys are together?

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...

[pepe3z]

I was really impressed
with Kevin’s dad! It took six really hard kicks with my tennis
shoes to his sciatic to get him to sign the papers, but then he came around. I’d never used a man’s sciatic, had just learned about it a few days before, but, ewe, does it work!
Daddo shot across the room like he was on coming out of a
cannon! And they used to say men don’t cry! YEAH, RIGHT!” she
laughed.

She remembered the vision of Kevin’s dad, a short, balding,
pudgy, middle-aged man, groveling and pleading on the floor;
licking, as commanded, at the gritty turf shoes of the teenage
cheerleader he’d used to fix Peanut Butter and Jelly
sandwiches for along with his son, after school when she used
to visit him. His little girlfriend! Now, she was over a foot
and a half taller, breathtakingly beautiful, and had ten times
the strength and cruelty of her former self. “Please,
Celia….please…he’s my SON!” he had begged her. And she’d stood over him, humiliating the little man in front of his son

[b-flat]

Terrific story line dude......... you put a lot of work into this and it is great. Keep up the good work :D

b-flat

[mashedup]

OMG! This is the coolest idea ever. I love it. Thanks for doing this Pepe!

[pepe3z]

At first, Peter didn’t know what he was supposed to look at.
The tent was very large and there were hundreds of beautiful
women inside, walking back and forth with food in their hands,
or waiting in various lines for different items at the
McDonald’s counter, or Subway. It looked like any concert
venue he’d seen in the past. The hissing of the air
conditioner was quite loud, but…then, as a group of women in
front of him momentarily moved away, and the flap behind him
closed, allowing his eyes to adjust, he thought he saw….. the
floor…..move. Paula watched him as his mind processed what he
was seeing. The floor moved again. In fact, the whole floor
across the whole tent was moving – undulating a little. And
then the image resolved itself – and he saw them. Hundreds of
them. Lying on the floor. Writhing like serpents in a snake
pit.

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[pepe3z]

A flash of recognition crossed the boy’s face and he was
suddenly as ecstatic as a prisoner in solitary who sees a
friend, as he recognized the two girls. He lifted his head up
and down and made a guttural sound in his throat, trying
desperately to get them to notice him. He shook his head from
side to side, jerking to get their attention, clawing at the
net that held him down. When the taller of the girls, this one
almost 6’7” and breathtakingly beautiful, pointed to him and
they changed direction toward him, he reacted like a rescue
plane had spotted the lost hiker. He was literally beaming, so
grateful was he to see someone he knew in this fearful
place…to have someone just acknowledge him.

The girls didn’t seem to know who he was as it was difficult
to make out his features below the net at their distance. As
they walked steadily toward him, the girl on the left finally
recognized him. She looked down on him as he beamed up at her,
grateful just to be noticed, and, without a touch of interest
or change of expression, and without breaking stride, she
said, “Oh, Hi, Robbie,” as she stepped squarely onto his
stomach, instantly forcing the air out of him in a massive
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!” and sinking halfway into him, almost
to the floor

[pepe3z]

A little imagination... little men serving big women

[volupfan]

greta job pepe -- but if I can ask for one thing, maybe you can go back and do something with the anna nicole smith lookalike form the chapter right before they get inside the food tent?!

PLEASE!

thanks again.

volupfan

[pepe3z]

...

[pepe3z]

They worked their way through the crowd and got in line, men
on leashes all around them. In front of them stood a man who
was more bones than man. He was about sixty or seventy years
old, Peter judged, and his arms were tied tightly behind his
back. He wore only white briefs and was filthy with mud. And,
atop his withering shoulders sat a giant of a woman. She
reminded Peter of Anna Nicole Smith from the old show

[pepe3z]

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‘Why aren’t I dead?’ Peter thought idly, as he struggled under
Paula’s weight. “Why aren’t I dead?” he asked aloud.
“What are you talking about?” asked Paula.
“I’ve been knee’d in the groin by a seven foot tall police
woman, knelt on, stepped on, jumped on with boots and high
heels, had my face walked on, been sat on for two hours, then
ridden like a horse by eight women across a rocky parking lot.
I’ve had nails ground into my face under a woman’s boot, I’ve
had my hands crushed by spike heels….why haven’t I died?”

[pepe3z]

...

[pepe3z]

...When Paula stepped on the face of one
of the men nearest the door, there was no resistance at all.
With a loud crack, her boot collapsed his face utterly beneath
her, leaving a clear boot print and a very well defined heel
print right across what used to be his nose and left eye.
Roadkill. They would have to scrape him off the ground,
thought Peter

[pepe3z]

...

[pepe3z]

...And, suddenly an anger…a cruelty she’d never felt came…and
then, a few minutes later (and it seemed totally reasonable at the time)…Todd, was finally…BURIED…in the soft sand on the beach near the water, only his head visible, and she was slowly stepping on his small face with her huge bare foot, pressing it into the muck, experimenting with her new found strength as the tide came in, washing over his eyes. And she didn’t care at all. She, holding him there with her foot. His pleading eyes…as he didn’t understand WHY…and the incredible feeling of her new power, ‘Because I CAN!’ His tongue trying feverishly, even then, to lick her filthy foot, as it jutted
up and wiggled through the swirling ripples of water, like a little pink worm. She had grabbed it between her toes, laughing, and pinched it and pulled on it hard! And the
feeling of his head sinking into the sand, as she sadistically shifted HER FULL WEIGHT – fifty more pounds than before -- onto his helpless face…mashing it deep into the muck, as the cold water washed around her ankles, erasing Todd forever…

[pepe3z]

There’s nothing wrong with the WORLD!” Paula knew she was
confused.

Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Look, as far as getting you home…I can’t do that…I can give
you an opportunity to escape because I do feel a certain
affinity for you, but you’re on your own there. Don’t worry,
I’ll help you if I can, but, the truth is, you may still end
up at one of Carolyn’s parties before it’s all over.”

[ajjones2]

Pepe - These are really outstanding! Adds a whole new dimension to the story!

One of the pics of Paula is exactly how I envisioned her!

Thanks again, and keep em coming!

AJ

[pepe3z]

Instantly, the stage lights came up as the crowd went berserk!
Alanis Morrisette bounded onto the stage to the tune of her
newest song, “Disobey Me Again!” All around him the crush of
women came violently alive, some slam dancing, some stomping
and all jumping up and down clapping and moving in time, as
Peter tried to hold Carolyn on his shoulders. The men at the
women’s feet scrambled wildly to get out of the way of their
boots and shoes; and some failed and were unceremoniously
stepped on, the women completely ignoring them. Alanis’ voice
reverberated throughout the lawn, “IS THE PAIN A STRONG
TEACHER?! YOU SAD LITTLE CREATURE! I DARE YOU…I DARE
YOU…DISOBEY ME AGAIN!” The sea of women loved it! They were
singing along, dancing and crashing into one another, jumping
up and down; and when the song ended, Alanis owned the crowd!

“Thank you, thank you! It’s great to be back in
Riversiiiiiddddeee, Califooornnniaaa!,” cried Alanis. The
crowd roared. “I NEED!” she said. “I NEEEED! I
NEED…A….VOLUNTEEEERRRR!!!!”

[pepe3z]

A small thin teenage boy, about 19, had been tossed toward the front of the crowd, seemingly having been ‘chosen’ from among all the others by the women. Finally, he was thrown onto the stage, but he immediately tried to jump back into the crowd, which laughed
and carelessly tossed him back onto the stage again. The other
men were unceremoniously allowed to fall into the crowd
wherever they were. The second time he landed, the boy began
running back and forth like a caged animal to the delight of
the crowd and the amusement of Alanis. “What have we here?”
purred Alanis. “Are you volunteering?” The boy continued to
run from her as she slowly walked in his direction. He was
obviously in terror, thought Peter, though he didn’t know why.
Then Alanis, having enjoyed the boy’s little show
sufficiently, called out, “GLADIATOOOORRRRSSSS!!!”

[pepe3z]

...

[pepe3z]

THANKS AJ !!
WHICH IS THE PICTURE YOU ENVISIONED PAULA ????
PLEASE GO ON WITH THE STORY.
MAY I ASK FOR A LONG CHAPTER ABOUT GROUP BAREFOOT TRAMPLING BY WOMEN WITH HUGE FEET ?




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One of the women on his head
would step on his face hard, and would twist her foot brutally
in a dance step, over and over, and Peter would see her giant
big toe come twisting out of the mud in front of his eyes on
his cheek. She had a turquoise toe ring on that was really
quite beautiful, he realized, until the pain of her stepping
and twisting on his face shot through him, and her large foot
disappeared and let the mud fall in on his face, before the
whole process was repeated a second later as she stepped on
his face with her big foot again, and squished the mud away
for a moment. Then, the same woman began doing a shuffling
dance step on his head, wiping the mud off his face, until it
was more or less clear. It was still too dark to see him
beneath her feet, Peter realized, and the woman continued to
dance on him, then stood on only one foot, as she raised the
other and held it well off of him, maybe picking the mud out
of her toenails, Peter thought. The pressure on his head was
impossible to bear

[pepe3z]

It was now that Peter heard the muffled voices of the girls
trampling him talking about ‘chicken fights’ as they scrambled
to get on each other’s shoulders. The weight suddenly doubled
from the feet on the lower parts of his body and he groaned at
the crush he was enduring. Three groups of girls were now on
each other’s shoulders and stepping all over him under the mud
as they wrestled back and forth. One pair was moving up his
back, cracking it in several places with their stomping feet.

[SoleMann]

pepe3z,
are these your own works??? if so, i must say you do a great job... alot of them ya can hardley tell they're remastered.

ajjones2,
may your great story go on forever... ok, so maybe that would be a lil unpracticle... but may it continue through many new chapters :)

[pepe3z]

It wasn’t a sound, really. It was more like a pressure wave.
Robbie had heard the tapping of the rain start on the top of
the tent. Now, it was eclipsed by a roar of squealing female
voices, as the big flaps of the tent flew open. Robbie turned
his sore head slowly toward the sound, just in time to see a
massive wave of women start flowing like a river into the food
tent. He had only a moment to realize what was happening amid
the deafening laughter of the soaking wet women, before the
front of the wave of women found him as it spread throughout
the tent and washed over him. A wall of women now came
crashing over him, trampling him with a violence he couldn’t
believe was possible! The first brutal bare feet, mashing his
face and deforming him under them, stopped him from breathing
completely, as he tried to cry out......



.........The last thing Robbie felt, as the woman shifted her
weight onto his face, was the crack of his own skull, very
loud in his ears…

[pepe3z]

He turned to the
withering stare of Marci, his wife’s best friend and sorority
sister, behind the wheel of the big black Cadillac she drove.
Peter had dated her briefly in college, but had broken up with
her when he’d fell completely, overwhelmingly in love with
Kelly (which had pissed her off, big-time). He was convinced
the only reason she didn’t screw with him now was that his
wife wouldn’t let her touch him.

“Marci…Marci….I can’t…I…something happened….I can’t…,” Peter
was stuttering again, overcome with joy at someone he knew
finding him – someone who would take him HOME. “Marci…,” Peter
stammered.

“LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE HIDEOUS!” Marcy screamed. She put the car
in park, got out and walked around, clicking in her business
pumps, her tight skirt suit showing off every curve. She put
her hands on her hips and stared down at him, blocking out the
sun. “Kelly’s been out all night, looking for you! The Highway
Patrol calls, tells her you were driving like a maniac and
then resisted a citation and to come pick you up! THEN, her
car’s there, BUT YOU’RE AWOL! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!!”
She grabbed his face roughly in her hand, squeezing his cheeks
together with her nails, drilling him with her thumb were
Paula had impaled him with her spike heel. Peter gasped from
the pain – and seeing this, Marci drove her thumb in much
harder, smiling

[pepe3z]

Kelly’s eyes washed over Peter and then teared up as she saw
his condition, the cuts, scratches and heel marks covering
him, then she came running toward him and wrapped him in the
safest, most wonderful hug he’d ever felt! “I love you, I love
you, I love you, I love you…” Kelly was saying over and over
again. “I was so worried! Oh, thank god you’re home! What
happened?! Why didn’t you come home?! Oh, you poor baby!”

For his part, Peter could only stammer, “Kelly…Kelly….Kelly…”,
as he cried.

Marci rolled her eyes. “You know he still hasn’t told you
where he went. You’re so freakin’ trusting!”
Kelly just stared into Peter’s eyes, ignoring her. “I’m so
glad you’re home! I love you so much!” she cried. “I’m going
to take care of you now!” Then, suddenly, she looked down.
“Oh, Peter, your hands! What happened to your precious
hands?!” Kelly gently lifted Peter’s hands, and, as he looked
at them, he remembered the cruel cop’s words, “A concert
pianist? Not anymore!” as she’d ground his fingers beneath her
spike heeled shoes. Peter would never play the piano for Kelly
again, and he started crying a little about that, too. How
would he begin to tell her what he’d been through?!

Kelly was staring at his hand, a look of confusion coming over
her face. She was staring at his hand-stamp. The handstamp
from the concert. “What is this?” she asked, running her hand
caressingly through his wet hair. Marci stepped forward and
took Peter’s hand from Kelly, looking at the stamp. A
satisfied smile crossed her face. “Well, gee, Kelly, this is
an admission stamp to the Alanis concert in Riverside last
night. It looks like while you were worrying your heart out,
your trusting husband was hanging out at a CONCERT!” Peter
shook his head, started to explain, but Marci drove her thumb
hard into the back of his hand and Peter instantly doubled
over wailing, as she worked the broken bones back and forth.
Kelly couldn’t see what she was doing to him. “See?! He’s so
full of guilt, he’s crying like a baby!” Marci said.

“No…no…,” cried Peter. “These girls took me…and…”
“You went with some girls?!” interrupted Marci “While you’re
MARRIED?!!!”
“No…no…,” Peter stammered in pain.
“That’s ridiculous!” cried Kelly. “Peter and I are crazy about
each other!”
“Are you!” replied Marci. “Then WHY,” she said, grabbing
Peter’s other hand and, “…WHY, is he wearing ANOTHER WOMAN’S
TOE-RING?!”

Kelly stared in confusion at Paula’s toe ring on Peter’s
thumb. “What is this, Peter?”

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Marci, who had stood
silently watching Kelly slap Peter silly with quiet
satisfaction, reached down, and picked up the note from the
grass where Kelly had dropped it, reading it silently. She
looked up, nodding with a slight smile. “There are ways we
Tri-Delts have of handling this, you know,” she said to Kelly.
Their eyes locked, then Kelly looked back down at Peter, the
man she’d loved, hesitating, knowing what Marci meant to do to
him. She stared at her husband through tears of rage. Does he
really deserve that?! Could she really allow it?! Then, she
looked at the toe ring on his thumb, and the note in Marci’s
hand. And her face grew hard, and she said, almost in a
whisper, “Handle it, then!”

A wide smile formed on Marci’s face, as Kelly spun on her
heel, turned her back on Peter and walked into the house.
Peter tried to get up, but Marci forced him down with her
foot, then held him against the ground, as she pulled a ball
gag from her purse and forced it into Peter’s mouth, then
tightened it very harshly and locked the little padlock behind
his head. Still forcing his face into the grass beneath her
pump, she leaned down and said softly, “I’ve waited years for
you to fuck up, Peter. Now the old sorority’s gonna get
together for one last party you’ll never forget!” She leered
at him, as she pulled a leash from her purse, clipped it to
the back of Peter’s ball gag, then removed her pump from his
head and stepped on his hand, standing on it, as Peter
screamed through the gag, while she took out her cell phone to
call all the girls.

Marci occasionally looked down at Peter’s head under her shoe
as she laughed absentmindedly while she made her calls. It
took about fifteen minutes to call her sorority sisters and
ask them to call the others. Then, she stepped off Peter’s
hand and his head and walked around between his legs. Peter
felt her put the toe of her pump squarely on his scrotum, as
she said, “You really shouldn’t have broken up with me, Peter.
You never should have picked Kelly. And the worst thing
is…I’ve taken all the classes, Peter. I know how to make a man
wish he’d never been born!” As Peter processed her words,
Marci shifted her weight forward, stepping directly on one of
his balls, then snapping her foot to the side.

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[pepe3z]

It was Marci’s teenage daughter, Tabitha. Just turned eighteen
and a new senior in high school, Peter had babysat her when
she was a child. Now, she was well over six feet tall and had
the muscular frame and uniform of a high school soccer player.
Her deeply tanned muscular thighs burst like frog’s legs from
her tight black practice shorts, which matched her jet-black
curly hair perfectly. In her colorful uniform, she looked like
an American Gladiator. ....




.....Peter’s lower lip began to quiver as Tabitha, once again,
towered over him – then it was his whole jaw! “This is how the
soccer field feels, Mr. Cole!” she shouted. And Tabitha leapt
high into the air, bringing her legs up into her chest, then
slamming them into Peter’s chest with all her power, as her
full weight crashed down upon him. Peter saw the cruel points
of her steel cleats hover for just a moment in the air, then
felt them slam into him like a truck hitting him! His whole
body reverberated in the metal frame, bouncing off the floor,
as Tabitha drove his rib cage straight into his spine, bending
it just before it cracked. Peter screamed into the ball gag as
Tabitha’s cleats did their wicked work, grinding into him
without mercy, as she started stomping about on him with
reckless abandon! She stomped him and trampled on him with the
abject violence of a teenager who has no idea there are any
limits or design to something! She just marched around on him,
each brutal stomp killing him and peppering his naked body
with deep cleat marks

[AIMAR]

Pepe3 your pictures are great as always! I have your old collection of pictures on my HD, and now new pictures are also there.
And now just a little question: do you have more pictures of big women crushing little man by their BIG AND BEAUTIFUL BUTTS?
Thank you for posting! Keep them coming!

[groundview]

I hope I'm not too late to show you my vision of Paula on ajjones2's Peter: :)


http://www.kingfishtrample.com/

[bronch1]

Great stuff Pepe3z- I love large women flattening me--it's just as indescribable feeling!!
Thanks for the pix!!
Bronch1
:D

[pepe3z]

Cruel Marci

[HoustonFetish]

oh jebus...i'd KILL to find a woman that large to trample me

[pepe3z]

When the reporter caught up to her and held out the
microphone, Nicole pulled hard on the leash, yanking the bit
in Tom’s mouth, causing him to groan, then she stood up,
revealing her full height, as she deftly yanked sideways on
the leash, pulling Tom off balance and causing him to roll
onto his back, where he lay with practiced anticipation. Peter
noticed Tom swallowed as Nicole absently placed her shoe on
his lower stomach, as she smiled at the reporter. Nicole
looked down, carefully lifted the seam of her dress so as not
to tear it, and stepped up onto Tom’s groin, sinking deeply
into it, her heels coming to bear with her full weight on
them. Tom’s head flew back and he groaned, gritting his teeth,
his hands trying vainly for purchase on the red carpet. Nicole
didn’t even look down at him and her smile never changed.
Nicole now stood on Tom, facing his head, towering above the
reporter and smiling for an interview.

[pepe3z]

Oh, sorry! Of course!” Nicole offered. The dazzling reporter
looked carefully down, and, as Tom’s eyebrows knitted in fear,
she carefully placed her sky blue stiletto heel on his cheek,
right below his right eye. Tom’s head became stock still, and
his hands clenched into fists, as the reporter slowly stepped
onto his face, her heel sliding backward into Tom’s eye as he
clenched it shut. She positioned her other heel directly in
the center of his other clenched eye, standing now on both his
eyeballs, as she shifted her weight back onto his tight
eyelids to test her footing

[pepe3z]

From here, the red carpet narrowed and only the glamorous
women paraded over it. ‘It’s lumpy,’ Peter thought dully.
Obviously, there were scores of poor men trapped beneath the
carpet for the high heeled women stars to walk over, and a
continuous parade of them were taking advantage of the softer
footing in their high heels and boots. The carpet bent and
compressed beneath them as they walked over the hidden men.

[pepe3z]

...

[pepe3z]

Peter took a moment to
focus and realized he was surrounded by at least twenty women,
in severe clothes, high heels and boots. He must have slept
for a couple of hours and they’d snuck into the house and
silently surrounded him. Some were sorority sisters from his
wife’s college days; some appeared to be Tri-Delts from the
same sorority today. All towered over him, blocking out the
light, and every single one was a kind of beautiful Peter
didn’t have words for. Another bent down and cruelly applied
her cigarette to his other nipple and Peter yelped and jumped,
trying to escape the pain to no avail as he screamed. The
woman ground her cigarette hard into him, flashing her
electric smile with her perfect teeth, then put her boot on it
and ground it hard into him, gritting her teeth, until there
was ash embedded under the welts from the burn. “Welcome to
your party – you fucking adulterer,” she said menacingly.

[pepe3z]

Peter looked around the room, terrified! There were so many of
them! And they all were here specifically to torture him. His
eyes darted around the room feverishly, looking for a friend,
anyone! He finally saw Marci, a satisfied expression on her
face.

[pepe3z]

The music started, and a tall brunette brought her boot up,
stepping on his burned nipple with her heel, then put her
weight to him, standing on his naked chest as the music
started. The weight was incredible! Peter screamed and groaned
as she began dancing on him with, her short dress swirling as
she looked down at the deep marks she was leaving in his skin
with her strong, deeply tanned, athletic legs. Anther woman
joined her, and then suddenly five or six women were stepping
all over Peter’s unprotected body with their heels and boots.

[pepe3z]

The violence of their impacts was impossible to describe!
Heels ripped and burned across his tender flesh, then drove
straight into him, their owner’s full weight on them. The pain
took his breath away! In the back of his mind, he heard the
doorbell ringing constantly – more women were arriving!

[pepe3z]

Kelly, staring at her husband, now being sadistically trampled
by eight to ten college women as they danced recklessly all
over his body, casually looked down at her own heels. She was
having doubts. Her heels had been worn away to nails by her
walking in them. She reached down and ran her fingers over the
cruel spike, fingering the sharp point of the nail. “Oh my
god,” she thought. “To have a woman’s full weight on a spike
like this - stepping on you! To be a weakened fragile man and
have eight girls stepping all over you with spikes like
this…the pain would be…oh, my god!”

[pepe3z]

I will keep the most violent for chapter 30,

Or do you want to see them now ?????

[pepe3z]

The violence of their impacts was impossible to describe!
Heels ripped and burned across his tender flesh, then drove
straight into him, their owner’s full weight on them. The pain
took his breath away! In the back of his mind, he heard the
doorbell ringing constantly – more women were arriving!

[ajjones2]

These are REALLY terrific! Makes the story so much more impactful (oh, sorry :-),

Keep 'em coming....

AJ

[pepe3z]

Kelly lifted her foot directly onto her husband’s cheek and
placed her grimy sole there. Oh, god! Thought Peter! It was
one thing to have a house full of sadistic women torture you.
But, to have your wife, the woman you loved and promised to
obey – the woman you stood on the altar with, humiliate you by
putting her shoe on your face – stepping on you! He’d never
imagined when he said his vows what her pumps were doing to
the carpet she stood on! Now he was going to find out! Kelly
was almost crying out loud as she began to shift her weight
onto his face. Peter smelled the shoe leather as he felt the
pressure double on his cheek, but she still wasn’t stepping
down. ‘What would it be like?’ Peter wondered. ‘What would it
be like feeling Kelly’s full weight on my face?’ He looked up
at her as she pinned his cheek beneath her foot, deforming his
face. Tears were streaming down her face at the pain she was
contemplating causing him. Then the pressure increased.
Peter’s face was deformed completely under her high-heeled
pump.

[pepe3z]

...

[pepe3z]

waiting for part 32 !!

[pepe3z]

waiting for part 32...

[ajjones2]

Just posted 32. These pics really rock!

AJ

[pepe3z]

Imagine Kelly´s huge feet

[pepe3z]

thanks to www.cucciolopage.com


The other pics are from Carlo too, I forgot to mention, sorry !