Ste Letto
01-10-2005, 12:26 PM
Dave drifted in and out of consciousness. The physical discomfort of being tied up made deep sleep impossible. The smell of the shoe on his face, coupled with the memory of recent events meant his body was in a constant state of arousal. In his struggles to get comfortable he ended up twisting himself onto his side and jamming his head into the gap between the desk drawers and the nylon carpeted floor. This had the effect of covering his ears and in this bizarre position he fell asleep.
He didn’t wake up when three sets of footsteps echoed on the stairs. He didn’t wake up when three giggling, happy women reached the landing. He didn’t even wake up when the door was opened and Sue, Sarah and Anne came in. What finally woke him up was when Sue rolled her swivel chair forward, running over his fingers. He screamed into the moist interior of her aromatic training shoe and instinctively tried to move, but with his hands and ankles bound, and his head pinned beneath the desk drawers he couldn’t go anywhere.
Sue laughed to feel his pinned and helpless body. She play acted all innocent. “Hey Sarah, hey Anne, there’s something funny under my desk!” She announced playfully. “Oh yeah?” asked Sarah, “like what?” Sue smiled, thinking a moment, “Well,” she began, while pressing and probing with her boot clad toes, “I’m not sure.” She dug her heels into Dave’s chest, and twisted her pretty feet left and right, bobbing her head in time with the motion. “This feels quite hard,” she said, frowning thoughtfully, “like plastic or something. She pulled her right foot back, giving Dave a glimpse of her black figure hugging pants with a wide pinstripe, then stabbed her heel forward, feeling the tip slip between two of Dave’s ribs. He spasmed and jiggled a little beneath her desk, as tears of real pain sprouted in his eyes.
“And it seems to respond to being touched,” she said softly. The others smiled. “How odd,” said Ann, “It won’t stop you working though will it?” Sue smiled, “Oh no,” she said jabbing both heels into Dave’s chest, “quite the opposite.” She reached out her little hand and switched on the computer. “I can be working hard up here,” she said while tapping the desk with her fingertips, “while my feet are playing hard down there!”
She laughed and stamped both feet into David’s bruised and painful chest, delighting in the feel of his reaction as her both heels and toes made firm contact. She marched her feet against Dave’s chest, letting the hard heels impact first, before the toes slapped into place. Dave’s chest became more and more painful. At first it was a small, sharp sensation, but with each repeated impact the area of effect grew larger and larger and the pain grew stronger. The gap between impacts was no more than a few seconds, he felt bang – pause, bang – pause over and over. Her impacting heels bruised him, making the whole area throb. It felt like she was hitting him harder and harder. This small girl, barely out of her teens was making his chest feel as if it were being branded. The area felt hotter and hotter, just as if she held a naked flame to his chest.
All the while, she worked, taking invoices from a pile and processing them. Dave heard someone turn the radio on, and he shuddered. They weren’t letting him go. He tried to move backward, but his body was in the wrong position and he couldn’t get any leverage. His hand still throbbed from where the wheel of her chair had run over it, the fingers swelling slightly. Suddenly Sue planted her feet in his belly and pushed backward. This forced his belly in and forced a whoof of air from his lungs. At the same time, the chair rolled back, bumping over Dave’s already hurting fingers. He screamed into the shoe again. Sue smiled. “I think there’s something wrong with this chair,” she announced. “Why?” asked Sarah. “Well,” she began, “Every time I roll forward like this,” she rolled the chair back under her desk, bumping over Dave’s fingers, “Or back, like this,” she rolled it back again, thumping over his fingers again, “it bobbles unevenly.” Sarah got up and walked over to Sue’s desk, “Show me again,” she said, winking at her playful colleague.
“Okay, watch,” Sue said, winking back. “I roll myself backward, and,” she pressed her feet into Dave’s belly to roll the chair back, waited to feel the wheel of her chair bump over Dave’s now purple fingers, then said “it bumps.” She laughed, “then I roll myself back,” which she did, “and it bumps again.” Sarah was laughing too. “Show me again if you don’t mind,” Sarah said, grinning. Sue smiled back, “Okay, if you want.” Again the chair moved back, again Dave’s fingers were mashed. “And go back,” Sarah suggested, then smiled to watch the girl abuse Dave’s fingers more.
“I don’t get it,” Sarah said. Dave was getting far too much of it. The pain in his hands was intense and indescribable. It felt as if his hand was being crushed and incinerated simultaneously.
“Maybe if I try it a few times,” Sarah said mischeviously. “Sure”, said Sue, “I’ll go make us a coffee shall I?” Sarah nodded. Sue rolled the chair back again, further this time, and went to stand up. She deliberately planted the heel of her boot on the knuckles of Dave’s abused hand and pressed hard to raise herself to a standing position. With her friend’s bootheel abusing Dave’s battered hand, Sarah deliberately stopped her moving away. “I’ll have black coffee with a sweetener and what do you want Ann?” Ann looked up, “Errrmm. I’ll have a white coffee with one sugar please. Make it quite strong would you?” Sue smiled, twisting her heel on the trapped hand below. “Anyhting else?” she asked, grinding the flesh and bones of Dave’s trapped hand into the nylon carpet. Both women paused to think. Finally Ann said, “You could see if there’s any biscuits.” Sue smiled, “Okay.”
Finally she stepped off Dave’s hand and headed for the kitchen.
Sarah placed the toe of her boot on Dave’s hand and let her toes crush it. Although this only applied a little pressure it was enough to make fresh waves of agony pulse and spread up the poor man’s arm. Then, with a smile, she sat and rolled the chair forward. Incredibly, the bump as the plastic wheel rolled over Dave’s hand was less pronounced. They were actually flattening his hand. She rolled the chair forward and back, forward and back, then stopped with the wheel on the man’s trapped hand. Dave’s eyes squirted real tears as shockwaves of pain travelled up his arm. It was as if his hand were being held to a blowtorch. Adrenalin stopped him from fainting.
Sue returned from the kitchen and saw what her friend was doing. She placed Sarah’s tea down on Sarah’s desk and waited to reclaim her desk. Sarah shimmied her hips, making the chair joggle on Dave’s hand. The movement made the chair roll off backwards. Both girls laughed. Sarah stood, planting her toe on Dave’s hand again. She arched her heel up and pressed down with her toes, pulsing them onto the damaged hand below. She began asking Sue about something, and the two girls spent the next ten minutes discussing work as David suffered fresh agonies.
He didn’t wake up when three sets of footsteps echoed on the stairs. He didn’t wake up when three giggling, happy women reached the landing. He didn’t even wake up when the door was opened and Sue, Sarah and Anne came in. What finally woke him up was when Sue rolled her swivel chair forward, running over his fingers. He screamed into the moist interior of her aromatic training shoe and instinctively tried to move, but with his hands and ankles bound, and his head pinned beneath the desk drawers he couldn’t go anywhere.
Sue laughed to feel his pinned and helpless body. She play acted all innocent. “Hey Sarah, hey Anne, there’s something funny under my desk!” She announced playfully. “Oh yeah?” asked Sarah, “like what?” Sue smiled, thinking a moment, “Well,” she began, while pressing and probing with her boot clad toes, “I’m not sure.” She dug her heels into Dave’s chest, and twisted her pretty feet left and right, bobbing her head in time with the motion. “This feels quite hard,” she said, frowning thoughtfully, “like plastic or something. She pulled her right foot back, giving Dave a glimpse of her black figure hugging pants with a wide pinstripe, then stabbed her heel forward, feeling the tip slip between two of Dave’s ribs. He spasmed and jiggled a little beneath her desk, as tears of real pain sprouted in his eyes.
“And it seems to respond to being touched,” she said softly. The others smiled. “How odd,” said Ann, “It won’t stop you working though will it?” Sue smiled, “Oh no,” she said jabbing both heels into Dave’s chest, “quite the opposite.” She reached out her little hand and switched on the computer. “I can be working hard up here,” she said while tapping the desk with her fingertips, “while my feet are playing hard down there!”
She laughed and stamped both feet into David’s bruised and painful chest, delighting in the feel of his reaction as her both heels and toes made firm contact. She marched her feet against Dave’s chest, letting the hard heels impact first, before the toes slapped into place. Dave’s chest became more and more painful. At first it was a small, sharp sensation, but with each repeated impact the area of effect grew larger and larger and the pain grew stronger. The gap between impacts was no more than a few seconds, he felt bang – pause, bang – pause over and over. Her impacting heels bruised him, making the whole area throb. It felt like she was hitting him harder and harder. This small girl, barely out of her teens was making his chest feel as if it were being branded. The area felt hotter and hotter, just as if she held a naked flame to his chest.
All the while, she worked, taking invoices from a pile and processing them. Dave heard someone turn the radio on, and he shuddered. They weren’t letting him go. He tried to move backward, but his body was in the wrong position and he couldn’t get any leverage. His hand still throbbed from where the wheel of her chair had run over it, the fingers swelling slightly. Suddenly Sue planted her feet in his belly and pushed backward. This forced his belly in and forced a whoof of air from his lungs. At the same time, the chair rolled back, bumping over Dave’s already hurting fingers. He screamed into the shoe again. Sue smiled. “I think there’s something wrong with this chair,” she announced. “Why?” asked Sarah. “Well,” she began, “Every time I roll forward like this,” she rolled the chair back under her desk, bumping over Dave’s fingers, “Or back, like this,” she rolled it back again, thumping over his fingers again, “it bobbles unevenly.” Sarah got up and walked over to Sue’s desk, “Show me again,” she said, winking at her playful colleague.
“Okay, watch,” Sue said, winking back. “I roll myself backward, and,” she pressed her feet into Dave’s belly to roll the chair back, waited to feel the wheel of her chair bump over Dave’s now purple fingers, then said “it bumps.” She laughed, “then I roll myself back,” which she did, “and it bumps again.” Sarah was laughing too. “Show me again if you don’t mind,” Sarah said, grinning. Sue smiled back, “Okay, if you want.” Again the chair moved back, again Dave’s fingers were mashed. “And go back,” Sarah suggested, then smiled to watch the girl abuse Dave’s fingers more.
“I don’t get it,” Sarah said. Dave was getting far too much of it. The pain in his hands was intense and indescribable. It felt as if his hand was being crushed and incinerated simultaneously.
“Maybe if I try it a few times,” Sarah said mischeviously. “Sure”, said Sue, “I’ll go make us a coffee shall I?” Sarah nodded. Sue rolled the chair back again, further this time, and went to stand up. She deliberately planted the heel of her boot on the knuckles of Dave’s abused hand and pressed hard to raise herself to a standing position. With her friend’s bootheel abusing Dave’s battered hand, Sarah deliberately stopped her moving away. “I’ll have black coffee with a sweetener and what do you want Ann?” Ann looked up, “Errrmm. I’ll have a white coffee with one sugar please. Make it quite strong would you?” Sue smiled, twisting her heel on the trapped hand below. “Anyhting else?” she asked, grinding the flesh and bones of Dave’s trapped hand into the nylon carpet. Both women paused to think. Finally Ann said, “You could see if there’s any biscuits.” Sue smiled, “Okay.”
Finally she stepped off Dave’s hand and headed for the kitchen.
Sarah placed the toe of her boot on Dave’s hand and let her toes crush it. Although this only applied a little pressure it was enough to make fresh waves of agony pulse and spread up the poor man’s arm. Then, with a smile, she sat and rolled the chair forward. Incredibly, the bump as the plastic wheel rolled over Dave’s hand was less pronounced. They were actually flattening his hand. She rolled the chair forward and back, forward and back, then stopped with the wheel on the man’s trapped hand. Dave’s eyes squirted real tears as shockwaves of pain travelled up his arm. It was as if his hand were being held to a blowtorch. Adrenalin stopped him from fainting.
Sue returned from the kitchen and saw what her friend was doing. She placed Sarah’s tea down on Sarah’s desk and waited to reclaim her desk. Sarah shimmied her hips, making the chair joggle on Dave’s hand. The movement made the chair roll off backwards. Both girls laughed. Sarah stood, planting her toe on Dave’s hand again. She arched her heel up and pressed down with her toes, pulsing them onto the damaged hand below. She began asking Sue about something, and the two girls spent the next ten minutes discussing work as David suffered fresh agonies.