Ste Letto
04-25-2004, 2:07 AM
I hope the devillishly sexy Emma from Emma's kingdom won't mind that I've based one character in this chapter on her:D
Extract Part 16
The last two men were lain on their backs on padded couches. Each lay along the couch so that any girl who wished to do so could sit upon his face, chest or stomach. Bob Willowby and Grant Fornam were each in severe pain. Bob had two girls on him, one sat on his chest, the other stood on his belly. Nikki, the girl on his chest, was tall and full figured. Buildwise, she was on the borderline between being big and being fat. She wore a simple white t-shirt, skintight blue jeans and white Nike trainers. She had long free flowing red hair in chaotic curls. Her denim clad backside wiggled and wriggled warmly on Bob's pained chest.
Bob was aware of severe pressure in his chest. His rib bones ached heavily. He had to struggle for every ragged breath. Nikki had plomped down on his chest, laughing wildly, some twenty minutes earlier, knocking the air from his lungs and leaving him lightheaded. She had swiftly crossed her legs, then begun an animated conversation with her friend Emma.
Emma King was the girl standing on Bob's stomach. The slender blond was beautiful, wicked and playful in equal measure. She wore her long blond hair down, framing an angular face, with perfect symmetry. Her party outfit was simply a black velvet minidress and strappy black heels. She was dancing and swaying on Bobs belly, pressing her toes down hard, shimmying, then lowering her heels. Bob felt like his stomach was being burned. His stomach muscles were well developed after years of abuse, but this was not enough to sustain him through a prolonged attack under the pretty feet and pretty heels of the goddess Emma K. Emma looked down at her living floor, brushing her hair away from her beautiful face with a casual hand. She smiled a broad self satisfied smile.
"How's his face?" Emma asked Nikki, laughing at her own cruelty. Nikki looked at Bob's agony creased face studied it dispassionately a moment and then looked up at her playful friend. "Ugly, as usual," Nikki said laughing. Emma smiled grimly at her friend's joke. "He looks like he's feeling the effects of your little dance." Emma grinned. "Really?" she said, sounding pleased and surprised. "Really," said Nikki. Emma whooped and punched the air delightedly. "Yessss," she said, "I love making 'em squirm." Nikki laughed, "I can tell" and wiggled her ass down hard.
Bob could tell that his stomach muscles were turning to jelly under Emma's cruel shoes. He desparately wanted to cry out, to stand, to move, but he could do none of these things. He knew what Emma knew, what everyone knew, that nothing would stop the pain until Emma decided to stop. Emma reached for Nikki's hand and Nikki grasped her's. Emma leaned backward, using Nikki to stop her falling backward. Nikki shook her head, smiling at her friend's inventiveness and watched as her friend dug her heels into Bob's belly. Emma bent her knees and bounced all her weight on her narrow heel tips. They burrowed into Bob's ever softening flesh. Bob's internal organs were being flattened and rearranged under the merciless attack of the merciless girl.
Bob was consumed by pain. Pulsing waves of pain spread from under Emma's trampling feet, while dull throbbing pain came from Nikki's bottom on his chest. Bob's eyes rolled side to side. They fixed on a girl stood facing away from his head. He fixed on her shiny black hotpants, stretched tight over her full, pert rounded bottom. He realised with mounting terror that the girl was about to sit on his face. She bent her knees and settled swiftly onto his immobilised face. The butt on his face was warm and soft. Her crotch threatened to crack his nose. The booted, hotpants wearing newcomer crossed her legs and began chatting with Nikki.
Extract Part 16
The last two men were lain on their backs on padded couches. Each lay along the couch so that any girl who wished to do so could sit upon his face, chest or stomach. Bob Willowby and Grant Fornam were each in severe pain. Bob had two girls on him, one sat on his chest, the other stood on his belly. Nikki, the girl on his chest, was tall and full figured. Buildwise, she was on the borderline between being big and being fat. She wore a simple white t-shirt, skintight blue jeans and white Nike trainers. She had long free flowing red hair in chaotic curls. Her denim clad backside wiggled and wriggled warmly on Bob's pained chest.
Bob was aware of severe pressure in his chest. His rib bones ached heavily. He had to struggle for every ragged breath. Nikki had plomped down on his chest, laughing wildly, some twenty minutes earlier, knocking the air from his lungs and leaving him lightheaded. She had swiftly crossed her legs, then begun an animated conversation with her friend Emma.
Emma King was the girl standing on Bob's stomach. The slender blond was beautiful, wicked and playful in equal measure. She wore her long blond hair down, framing an angular face, with perfect symmetry. Her party outfit was simply a black velvet minidress and strappy black heels. She was dancing and swaying on Bobs belly, pressing her toes down hard, shimmying, then lowering her heels. Bob felt like his stomach was being burned. His stomach muscles were well developed after years of abuse, but this was not enough to sustain him through a prolonged attack under the pretty feet and pretty heels of the goddess Emma K. Emma looked down at her living floor, brushing her hair away from her beautiful face with a casual hand. She smiled a broad self satisfied smile.
"How's his face?" Emma asked Nikki, laughing at her own cruelty. Nikki looked at Bob's agony creased face studied it dispassionately a moment and then looked up at her playful friend. "Ugly, as usual," Nikki said laughing. Emma smiled grimly at her friend's joke. "He looks like he's feeling the effects of your little dance." Emma grinned. "Really?" she said, sounding pleased and surprised. "Really," said Nikki. Emma whooped and punched the air delightedly. "Yessss," she said, "I love making 'em squirm." Nikki laughed, "I can tell" and wiggled her ass down hard.
Bob could tell that his stomach muscles were turning to jelly under Emma's cruel shoes. He desparately wanted to cry out, to stand, to move, but he could do none of these things. He knew what Emma knew, what everyone knew, that nothing would stop the pain until Emma decided to stop. Emma reached for Nikki's hand and Nikki grasped her's. Emma leaned backward, using Nikki to stop her falling backward. Nikki shook her head, smiling at her friend's inventiveness and watched as her friend dug her heels into Bob's belly. Emma bent her knees and bounced all her weight on her narrow heel tips. They burrowed into Bob's ever softening flesh. Bob's internal organs were being flattened and rearranged under the merciless attack of the merciless girl.
Bob was consumed by pain. Pulsing waves of pain spread from under Emma's trampling feet, while dull throbbing pain came from Nikki's bottom on his chest. Bob's eyes rolled side to side. They fixed on a girl stood facing away from his head. He fixed on her shiny black hotpants, stretched tight over her full, pert rounded bottom. He realised with mounting terror that the girl was about to sit on his face. She bent her knees and settled swiftly onto his immobilised face. The butt on his face was warm and soft. Her crotch threatened to crack his nose. The booted, hotpants wearing newcomer crossed her legs and began chatting with Nikki.