Princess Cali
10-30-2002, 7:36 AM
Memories
I remember it like it was yesterday, as I strolled down the street at night in Hanoi with my two best female friends. They promised me a surprise that night and would constantly giggle about it amongst themselves. We arrived at a very high profile area, with many bars and brothels, and as I looked at my friends they gave me a look which said, "don't worry, Kalika," (as they affectionately called me..) "you will understand soon enough."
We turned into a alley, which was much dustier and darker than the street, and in which there was a brothel on the side, complete with the sultry smell of old perfume mixed with sweat, as clouds of cold smoke emerged from the door into the warm night air. When my two friends told me that we have reached out goal, I almost wanted to turn around and go. One of the girls knocked on the old wooden antique door though, and a large old woman answered. She was delighted to see us, and quickly led us into a rather dark but large entry room,which was filled with many beautiful women and for the most part western-looking
men, who were trying to solicit favors from the beautifully presented women by offering them money in return. Almost every minute one small couple would disappear behind closed doors, where another pair would shortly emerge. We sat calmly down and laid our feet on the surface of the wooden table
in front of us. MISS MI wore blue jeans, a black tee shirt and heavy, bulky military boots with thick hard soles, P. wore medium high strappy sandals with sharp heels, along with a simple dark-blue sommer dress which reached down to her knees. I was wearing a light, black suit made out of silk, with black Mules with 4 inch heels (I love such noble shoe work). We were together, my freinds and I, an inseparable trio - the european girls. Many
of the men came over to us, who wanted only one of us, but they were harshly refused. One man proved to be resistant, he didn't back down and even tried to get fresh with us. Suddenly I saw my two friends throw this man a little wink, and P. stood up and went over to the man. She engaged him with the sweetest little
smile made up of her pearly white teeth, and promised him heaven on earth if he would pay for all three of us, because we would only work together as a trio. As he had agreed to pay a high price in a place like this (he was already entranced with my freind P. and her smile), we moved into a spacious, antique room. P. persuaded the man, who was an american business man, to let her tie him up. She promised him it would be more arousing, so he willingly let her tie his hands and feet together in large knots with the bonds, which she produced from her handbag, until he was completely immobile. I recognized what must be coming, the man was hardly laid helpless and bound on the bed,
when MISS MI walked right next to him on the bed and looked down at her potential victim with a devilish grin, which wiped the smile from the face of the previously aroused little man. He wanted to begin to protest, but MISS MI kicked him hard in the side with her boots, so hard that he fell onto the floor with a thud. She had reached her leg out as far as she could, and as she kicked him, the front of her foot dissappeared into the
side of this man, who had come here to find cheap young girls. I realized abruptly what was coming, and was annoyed with myself for not also dressing in heavy boots, because this little creature was not worthy of even being touched by my feet, but you can't have everything. Although I just then had a idea that would save me, so I threw a thin bedsheet over him, so my
feet would only touch the bed sheet and not the worthless pile of misery underneath it. As the little worm started to complain loudly, MISS MI climbed onto the bed and hopped up and down a few times on it like she was on a trampoline, and when she reached her highest peak, she jumped in a large arch right on the chest and throat of her unprepared victim, and I
heard how all the air with a single compressed hiss left his lungs. As MI now rocked as hard as possible from her toes to her heels and back without stopping, there soon wasn't another sound coming from underneath her. P. told her that he was an american, but MI answered that everything was okay, we wont go too far. We will go though, I thought, and I had to
snicker, we'll go all over his face. I had to laugh out loud, and then stood myself on his stomach with my stillettos, the first one, which I made sure had the heel placed in the middle of his stomach, and then slowly brought the other shoe next to the first, and started to march in place like a soldier, in tune to the music which could be heard in the background. P.
walked slowly around the bundle on the floor and looked for a place for her to dance. At the head side of the dance surface she stopped and set her precious strappy sandald feet on the place where his face must have been. After she placed the second sandal on him, she started to walk in place while humming a vietnamese lullaby for kids and wearing a mean grin. MI
could not suppress the urge to cynically ask our victim how much fun it was for him to disrespect little girls by taking advantage of their difficult situation and misusing them for only a little money, and said that he didn't have to be concerned because he would be properly dealt with tonight. She spoke slowly and emphasized each word with a powerful stomp of her muscular
but fit and pretty legs. Two or three times I heard a cracking sound underneath MI's boots, like when twigs break. As I noticed that his stomach muscles were so exerted, that he could
not strain them anymore, I started to slowly but harshly drill my heels into his intestines, and then again marched in place, placing all my weight onto my pointed heels. This all lasted for about a half hour. The man was rather strong, and kept on moving and stirring under our relentless shoe and boot soles. P. now stood with all of her weight on one foot on the throat of this tramplerug. She waited until she felt the familiar shakes of him
struggling under her feet and then until he stopped moving. Then she stepped comfortably off and went outside into the main room, then came back shortly with 15 beautiful girls. They removed the thin bedsheet and saw what we had done to him. He was black and blue all over his body and some places on his chest turned green under the soles of MI's boots. His face
was also totally swollen, to the point where, even as he came to, he hardly recognized that the room had filled with beautiful young girls, who were giggling while looking at his badly beaten body. Where I had done my little heel dance there were about a dozen little holes punched in. He actually looked like he was run over by a train. MI told the group of young women, that this guy loves to lay underneath the feet of beautiful noble women. The girls giggled again, but one stepped foward looking determined, and said we should see how many girls can stand on him at the same time, and the other girls laughed and became very
enthusiastic. As he turned his head with great effort in order to say something, MI kicked him in the face so hard that he lost conciousness again for a moment. MI told the girls they should hold each other up by the shoulder, which they did immidiately, each one being joyed that finally once there was a change in pace. There were now seven pairs, only one girl stood remaining. One of these pairs placed themselves now on one side of his upper chest and then a second pair on the other side. The same thing happend on his stomach, and at this point now 8 women stood on his upper body, which was compressed to half its original width. Still another pair stood on his arms and another on his legs. Now there were 14 women on the body of this man, which could hardly be seen now, as well as it was already unable to be heard. The remaining girl, MI, P., and I looked at ourselves, and searched for our place on his poor,
poor little man who laid under our precious shoes. I decided to go for his windpipe, which I stood on with both soles of my shoes, and remained there. MI stood on his face, which could hardly be identified by now, P. stuck one foot on top of my foot, and the other on the top of MI's foot, respectively. I noticed how his windpipe gave in a bit, but withstood the pressure. We
weren't allowed to hurt him TOO much, insomuch that this place wouldn't have to face any consequences. The girls who stood on his body enjoyed themselves in concentrating their weight here and there over parts of him, for example they would walk in sync with their feet, from which the little man was already worked into the ground. The entire group laughed and were over joyed about our piece of artwork, and MI congratulated him cynically on his taking part in attempting to set a new record, and that he would surely go down in history. P. translated the english for the girls, and the crowd of them started roaring with laughter. It's time now to end the evening, said MI, before he can't be saved.
Everyone stomped and trampled on and around our carpet with their full body force, and the quantity of noises from below told us that this would very much leave its effects. Then they all climbed off of him, and P. sent the girls out, to bring the old woman in. When she came in, P. and MI told her just to leave him
laying down until he had at least halfway recovered. They then told the man they have pictures of him with underage girls, and if he makes any trouble, they will make the pictures public. To part, the three of us trampled him a few minutes more, and all went home laughing through the now bit cooler night air.
(c) by www.PRINCESS-CALI.de
I remember it like it was yesterday, as I strolled down the street at night in Hanoi with my two best female friends. They promised me a surprise that night and would constantly giggle about it amongst themselves. We arrived at a very high profile area, with many bars and brothels, and as I looked at my friends they gave me a look which said, "don't worry, Kalika," (as they affectionately called me..) "you will understand soon enough."
We turned into a alley, which was much dustier and darker than the street, and in which there was a brothel on the side, complete with the sultry smell of old perfume mixed with sweat, as clouds of cold smoke emerged from the door into the warm night air. When my two friends told me that we have reached out goal, I almost wanted to turn around and go. One of the girls knocked on the old wooden antique door though, and a large old woman answered. She was delighted to see us, and quickly led us into a rather dark but large entry room,which was filled with many beautiful women and for the most part western-looking
men, who were trying to solicit favors from the beautifully presented women by offering them money in return. Almost every minute one small couple would disappear behind closed doors, where another pair would shortly emerge. We sat calmly down and laid our feet on the surface of the wooden table
in front of us. MISS MI wore blue jeans, a black tee shirt and heavy, bulky military boots with thick hard soles, P. wore medium high strappy sandals with sharp heels, along with a simple dark-blue sommer dress which reached down to her knees. I was wearing a light, black suit made out of silk, with black Mules with 4 inch heels (I love such noble shoe work). We were together, my freinds and I, an inseparable trio - the european girls. Many
of the men came over to us, who wanted only one of us, but they were harshly refused. One man proved to be resistant, he didn't back down and even tried to get fresh with us. Suddenly I saw my two friends throw this man a little wink, and P. stood up and went over to the man. She engaged him with the sweetest little
smile made up of her pearly white teeth, and promised him heaven on earth if he would pay for all three of us, because we would only work together as a trio. As he had agreed to pay a high price in a place like this (he was already entranced with my freind P. and her smile), we moved into a spacious, antique room. P. persuaded the man, who was an american business man, to let her tie him up. She promised him it would be more arousing, so he willingly let her tie his hands and feet together in large knots with the bonds, which she produced from her handbag, until he was completely immobile. I recognized what must be coming, the man was hardly laid helpless and bound on the bed,
when MISS MI walked right next to him on the bed and looked down at her potential victim with a devilish grin, which wiped the smile from the face of the previously aroused little man. He wanted to begin to protest, but MISS MI kicked him hard in the side with her boots, so hard that he fell onto the floor with a thud. She had reached her leg out as far as she could, and as she kicked him, the front of her foot dissappeared into the
side of this man, who had come here to find cheap young girls. I realized abruptly what was coming, and was annoyed with myself for not also dressing in heavy boots, because this little creature was not worthy of even being touched by my feet, but you can't have everything. Although I just then had a idea that would save me, so I threw a thin bedsheet over him, so my
feet would only touch the bed sheet and not the worthless pile of misery underneath it. As the little worm started to complain loudly, MISS MI climbed onto the bed and hopped up and down a few times on it like she was on a trampoline, and when she reached her highest peak, she jumped in a large arch right on the chest and throat of her unprepared victim, and I
heard how all the air with a single compressed hiss left his lungs. As MI now rocked as hard as possible from her toes to her heels and back without stopping, there soon wasn't another sound coming from underneath her. P. told her that he was an american, but MI answered that everything was okay, we wont go too far. We will go though, I thought, and I had to
snicker, we'll go all over his face. I had to laugh out loud, and then stood myself on his stomach with my stillettos, the first one, which I made sure had the heel placed in the middle of his stomach, and then slowly brought the other shoe next to the first, and started to march in place like a soldier, in tune to the music which could be heard in the background. P.
walked slowly around the bundle on the floor and looked for a place for her to dance. At the head side of the dance surface she stopped and set her precious strappy sandald feet on the place where his face must have been. After she placed the second sandal on him, she started to walk in place while humming a vietnamese lullaby for kids and wearing a mean grin. MI
could not suppress the urge to cynically ask our victim how much fun it was for him to disrespect little girls by taking advantage of their difficult situation and misusing them for only a little money, and said that he didn't have to be concerned because he would be properly dealt with tonight. She spoke slowly and emphasized each word with a powerful stomp of her muscular
but fit and pretty legs. Two or three times I heard a cracking sound underneath MI's boots, like when twigs break. As I noticed that his stomach muscles were so exerted, that he could
not strain them anymore, I started to slowly but harshly drill my heels into his intestines, and then again marched in place, placing all my weight onto my pointed heels. This all lasted for about a half hour. The man was rather strong, and kept on moving and stirring under our relentless shoe and boot soles. P. now stood with all of her weight on one foot on the throat of this tramplerug. She waited until she felt the familiar shakes of him
struggling under her feet and then until he stopped moving. Then she stepped comfortably off and went outside into the main room, then came back shortly with 15 beautiful girls. They removed the thin bedsheet and saw what we had done to him. He was black and blue all over his body and some places on his chest turned green under the soles of MI's boots. His face
was also totally swollen, to the point where, even as he came to, he hardly recognized that the room had filled with beautiful young girls, who were giggling while looking at his badly beaten body. Where I had done my little heel dance there were about a dozen little holes punched in. He actually looked like he was run over by a train. MI told the group of young women, that this guy loves to lay underneath the feet of beautiful noble women. The girls giggled again, but one stepped foward looking determined, and said we should see how many girls can stand on him at the same time, and the other girls laughed and became very
enthusiastic. As he turned his head with great effort in order to say something, MI kicked him in the face so hard that he lost conciousness again for a moment. MI told the girls they should hold each other up by the shoulder, which they did immidiately, each one being joyed that finally once there was a change in pace. There were now seven pairs, only one girl stood remaining. One of these pairs placed themselves now on one side of his upper chest and then a second pair on the other side. The same thing happend on his stomach, and at this point now 8 women stood on his upper body, which was compressed to half its original width. Still another pair stood on his arms and another on his legs. Now there were 14 women on the body of this man, which could hardly be seen now, as well as it was already unable to be heard. The remaining girl, MI, P., and I looked at ourselves, and searched for our place on his poor,
poor little man who laid under our precious shoes. I decided to go for his windpipe, which I stood on with both soles of my shoes, and remained there. MI stood on his face, which could hardly be identified by now, P. stuck one foot on top of my foot, and the other on the top of MI's foot, respectively. I noticed how his windpipe gave in a bit, but withstood the pressure. We
weren't allowed to hurt him TOO much, insomuch that this place wouldn't have to face any consequences. The girls who stood on his body enjoyed themselves in concentrating their weight here and there over parts of him, for example they would walk in sync with their feet, from which the little man was already worked into the ground. The entire group laughed and were over joyed about our piece of artwork, and MI congratulated him cynically on his taking part in attempting to set a new record, and that he would surely go down in history. P. translated the english for the girls, and the crowd of them started roaring with laughter. It's time now to end the evening, said MI, before he can't be saved.
Everyone stomped and trampled on and around our carpet with their full body force, and the quantity of noises from below told us that this would very much leave its effects. Then they all climbed off of him, and P. sent the girls out, to bring the old woman in. When she came in, P. and MI told her just to leave him
laying down until he had at least halfway recovered. They then told the man they have pictures of him with underage girls, and if he makes any trouble, they will make the pictures public. To part, the three of us trampled him a few minutes more, and all went home laughing through the now bit cooler night air.
(c) by www.PRINCESS-CALI.de