Gina
07-19-2004, 9:04 PM
He didn't want to face the thought of this crazed woman giving his balls an enthusiastic kicking. "Please," he begged, "Please, no more. I don't deserve this...!" "Oh my," Gina interrupted. "I can't listen to a man begging for mercy. It's more than I can stand." "You mean you think he's had enough?" Melanie asked, still standing on Raymond's chest. "Of course not!" Gina laughed. "I mean we should stuff something in his mouth so we don't have to listen to his pathetic whining while we beat him up." "Oooooh, allow me," Cheryl chirped. She got off Raymond's chest, then sat down in a chair. "Get over here, Raymond and help me off with my boots!" Raymond rose to his knees, then hesitated. It was a mistake. Gina ran up to him and kicked him in the groin as hard as she could, then punctuated her commands with more swift kicks to his balls, as well as his face and stomach. The black patent spikey heels with the sole skids were flailing at Raymond but Gina would not permit any of her kicks to be lethal JUST painful. "You HEARD her! Get over there at her FEET, where you BELONG, and help her off with her BOOTS, you little WORM!!" Raymond fell on his face and crawled to her feet. He managed to get to his knees, and Melanie slipped her foot under his arm. She then placed her other boot heel into his chest and began to push. Raymond held her boot tightly until it came off, sending him crashing back to the floor. Then the process was repeated with her other boot. "Now take off my socks!" Melanie snapped. Raymond obeyed, then Cheryl instructed him to open his mouth. When he did, she stuffed in one of her sweaty socks. "That should keep him quiet," Gina giggled. "Yes," Melanie said, "and, he'll be treated to the smell and taste of my beautiful feet for the rest of the evening. Do you like that, Raymond?" Raymond nodded, meekly. Oddly, he found the leathery fragrance of Melanie's sock not at all unpleasant, and he began to feel a little turned on, in spite of himself. "Now let's play some football!" Melanie shouted, as she put on a pair of 5 inch pumps with metal toes and metal spikes. "Do we need any equipment?" Cheryl asked. "Well let's see..." Melanie began. "We use our feet, and I think Raymond has brought along a couple of balls for us to play with." Gina and Cheryl both laughed with a wickedness that Raymond found truly frightening. "You can go first, Gina," Melanie said. "Cheryl and I will hold, and you kick." Then she and Cheyrl held Raymond's arms and legs so that he was again forced to stand with his legs spread wide. "How many kicks do I get?" Gina asked, giggling with enthusiasm. "You get three kicks, that makes a field goal, then it's my turn, then Cheryl's and so forth," Melanie answered. "What's the object of the game?" Cheryl inquired. Melanie smiled broadly. "To inflict PAIN! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!" Gina ran toward Raymond and gave him a devastating kick in the balls. He strained to free himself, but Melanie and Cheyrl held him tight, and all he could do was stand there and take Gina's second kick, then her third which she held in place in his sack. The women laughed and gave each other high fives, and were completely oblivious to Raymond's muffled screams and groans. Melanie's turn followed. Her first two kicks were at least as hard as Gina's. Then she stepped back, took a couple of steps toward Raymond, and swung her metal toed shoe into his groin so hard she lifted him off the floor! When it was Cheryl’s turn, she took off her shoes, put on some metal pin track spikes and walked to the far side of the room. Gina and Melanie giggled as she stood there like a high jumper about to attempt a record jump. She looked into Raymond's eyes and as she ran toward him he quivered with fear. When her beautiful foot slammed into Raymond's balls the pain shot up his body, turning his stomach inside out and making the room spin wildly. He was completely helpless, and began to feel very weak and groggy. He wished that he could lose consciousness, but he was wide awake for Cheryl’s other two blows. The metal cleats on Cheryl’s shoes ripped nasty gashs in Raymond’s balls. Cheryl purposely aimed higher with one of her kicks to dig in her five pin spikes on the bottom of her track shoe right into his stomach.
Stitches would definitely be required. The terrible game continued, his beautiful tormentors cheering one another on and shouting with glee whenever one of their swift kicks inflicted that extra measure of pain. Each of the women took at least three turns at ‘football’, and all Raymond could do was pray it would soon be over. Then it was Gina's turn again. She delivered her first kick, and he saw the room go black. His head slumped forward, and he was out cold. "Hey, he's out! I win!" Gina shouted. Cheryl and Melanie let Raymond drop to the floor, and shook their heads in mock disgust. "Typical male; falling asleep on the job," Cheryl said. "Yeah," Melanie agreed. "How dare he pass out before we're through abusing him!" "I can use a breather anyway," Gina said. "Let's use him for a footstool until he wakes up." "Why stop when he wakes up?" Melanie giggled. "Because when he wakes up," Cheryl purred, "we're going to play another game..." They dragged Raymond over to an area with some chairs, laid him down on his back, spread his legs apart, and sat in a circle around him. Cheryl got comfortable with her heel on his stomach, while Gina rested her metal spikes on his face. Melanie used Raymond's genitals as a pillow for her feet, gently poking his balls with her spike heels. When he began to come to, Gina began slapping his face with her red gloved hands. "Wake up, little man. You passed out in the middle of my turn. I owe you two more kicks in the nuts." "Yeah, wake up you little worm!" Melanie snapped, poking Raymond's balls harder with her heels. "Now we're really gonna give you a good kicking. Get up!!" Raymond was filled with dread. His balls were throbbing. He didn't know how much more he could take. He started to pull Melanie's sock out of his mouth so he could beg for mercy, but Gina brought her feet down hard on his face at least a dozen times. "Oh no you don't," she laughed. "You'll speak when we let you speak, and right now the only thing we're going to let you do is take a beating. Now GET UP!" Reluctantly, Raymond got to his feet. The women stood up, moved the chairs out of the way, and stood in a circle around their captive. "Are you beginning to get the idea, baby?" Cheryl asked. "You're here for our pleasure, and our pleasure is your PAIN! The night is young, and you and your precious little balls belong to us until further notice. Ah, Gina, I believe you mentioned owing our little plaything here another couple of kicks in the nuts." "That's right," Gina said. "So spread your legs, you little twerp." Raymond obediently assumed the position, knowing it was useless to argue or resist. The women laughed at his submissive response. "Look, he's learning," giggled Melanie. "I think he likes it," Cheryl said as she gave balls yet another kick. "You do like it, don't you baby?" Gina asked, squeezing Raymond's neck. "In that case, I'll give you ten swift kicks in the balls! I mean, I want you to be happy!" As Gina's lethal black spike heel kicks rearranged Raymond's scrotum, he fell to his knees, but made no effort to escape his punishment. He knew it was useless, and he was beginning to like it. As soon as Gina stepped away from him, Cheryl gave him a kick in the face. Raymond fell backward, and Melanie wasted no time in walking over and doing a little dance on his stomach. While he was gasping to catch his breath, Gina jumped on him digging her heels into his chest, straddling his chest, and slapped his face a dozen times with her red leather gloves. Then she got off, grabbed him by the neck and stood him up. But he didn't stay up for long. Cheryl punched him in the stomach until he was doubled over, then she began kicking him in the face with her heels, finally sending him spinning backward to the floor. Melanie had placed her pretty feet in the killer boots on the side of Raymond's face and leaned on him until he screamed in protest. Then she ordered him to get up. No sooner had Raymond gotten to his feet than she gave him a side kick to the stomach with her pointy boot toe. She followed that with a knee to the balls, then grabbed his wrist and twisted it backward, forcing him to bend over. Then Cheryl grabbed his other wrist and the two of them took turns kicking him in the belly first with their toes and then with the heels leaving scratches and heel prints all over. When they finally let go, Raymond just stood there in a daze, not knowing where to hurt next, but Gina made that decision for him. She gave him a side kick to the face with her sharp heel and opened up a 4 inch gash on his cheek as the heel effortlessly sliced into him, and as Raymond staggered back she gave him yet another kick to the groin. When he doubled over in pain, she quickly straddled him and began squeezing his head and neck in the beautiful vise of her incredibly beautiful killer legs. The heels dug into his chest without reprieve. While he was locked in this vulnerable position, Cheryl and Melanie stood on each side of him and continued pummeling his stomach with their feet, lifting his helpless body off the floor with each kick.
Stitches would definitely be required. The terrible game continued, his beautiful tormentors cheering one another on and shouting with glee whenever one of their swift kicks inflicted that extra measure of pain. Each of the women took at least three turns at ‘football’, and all Raymond could do was pray it would soon be over. Then it was Gina's turn again. She delivered her first kick, and he saw the room go black. His head slumped forward, and he was out cold. "Hey, he's out! I win!" Gina shouted. Cheryl and Melanie let Raymond drop to the floor, and shook their heads in mock disgust. "Typical male; falling asleep on the job," Cheryl said. "Yeah," Melanie agreed. "How dare he pass out before we're through abusing him!" "I can use a breather anyway," Gina said. "Let's use him for a footstool until he wakes up." "Why stop when he wakes up?" Melanie giggled. "Because when he wakes up," Cheryl purred, "we're going to play another game..." They dragged Raymond over to an area with some chairs, laid him down on his back, spread his legs apart, and sat in a circle around him. Cheryl got comfortable with her heel on his stomach, while Gina rested her metal spikes on his face. Melanie used Raymond's genitals as a pillow for her feet, gently poking his balls with her spike heels. When he began to come to, Gina began slapping his face with her red gloved hands. "Wake up, little man. You passed out in the middle of my turn. I owe you two more kicks in the nuts." "Yeah, wake up you little worm!" Melanie snapped, poking Raymond's balls harder with her heels. "Now we're really gonna give you a good kicking. Get up!!" Raymond was filled with dread. His balls were throbbing. He didn't know how much more he could take. He started to pull Melanie's sock out of his mouth so he could beg for mercy, but Gina brought her feet down hard on his face at least a dozen times. "Oh no you don't," she laughed. "You'll speak when we let you speak, and right now the only thing we're going to let you do is take a beating. Now GET UP!" Reluctantly, Raymond got to his feet. The women stood up, moved the chairs out of the way, and stood in a circle around their captive. "Are you beginning to get the idea, baby?" Cheryl asked. "You're here for our pleasure, and our pleasure is your PAIN! The night is young, and you and your precious little balls belong to us until further notice. Ah, Gina, I believe you mentioned owing our little plaything here another couple of kicks in the nuts." "That's right," Gina said. "So spread your legs, you little twerp." Raymond obediently assumed the position, knowing it was useless to argue or resist. The women laughed at his submissive response. "Look, he's learning," giggled Melanie. "I think he likes it," Cheryl said as she gave balls yet another kick. "You do like it, don't you baby?" Gina asked, squeezing Raymond's neck. "In that case, I'll give you ten swift kicks in the balls! I mean, I want you to be happy!" As Gina's lethal black spike heel kicks rearranged Raymond's scrotum, he fell to his knees, but made no effort to escape his punishment. He knew it was useless, and he was beginning to like it. As soon as Gina stepped away from him, Cheryl gave him a kick in the face. Raymond fell backward, and Melanie wasted no time in walking over and doing a little dance on his stomach. While he was gasping to catch his breath, Gina jumped on him digging her heels into his chest, straddling his chest, and slapped his face a dozen times with her red leather gloves. Then she got off, grabbed him by the neck and stood him up. But he didn't stay up for long. Cheryl punched him in the stomach until he was doubled over, then she began kicking him in the face with her heels, finally sending him spinning backward to the floor. Melanie had placed her pretty feet in the killer boots on the side of Raymond's face and leaned on him until he screamed in protest. Then she ordered him to get up. No sooner had Raymond gotten to his feet than she gave him a side kick to the stomach with her pointy boot toe. She followed that with a knee to the balls, then grabbed his wrist and twisted it backward, forcing him to bend over. Then Cheryl grabbed his other wrist and the two of them took turns kicking him in the belly first with their toes and then with the heels leaving scratches and heel prints all over. When they finally let go, Raymond just stood there in a daze, not knowing where to hurt next, but Gina made that decision for him. She gave him a side kick to the face with her sharp heel and opened up a 4 inch gash on his cheek as the heel effortlessly sliced into him, and as Raymond staggered back she gave him yet another kick to the groin. When he doubled over in pain, she quickly straddled him and began squeezing his head and neck in the beautiful vise of her incredibly beautiful killer legs. The heels dug into his chest without reprieve. While he was locked in this vulnerable position, Cheryl and Melanie stood on each side of him and continued pummeling his stomach with their feet, lifting his helpless body off the floor with each kick.