ogilthorpe
11-24-2002, 10:15 PM
Well she still talks a fair amount, but she is an academic after all, and may be forgiven for that
Chapter 2
Sitting on her desk, Melanie looked deeply into the sad eyes of the man who knelt before her. Emmy said he was loud. She had taken that to mean that he would scream and cry and beg for mercy. That’s what she was looking for. Melanie always tried to start a demonstration with a good noisy pleader. That usually got everyone’s attention and got her students in the right frame of mind to learn. Instead he mutely returned her gaze.
“Boy, do you have a name?”
“Yes, Doctor Burroughs. My name is Ronnie.”
Melanie was shocked. Most men could not look her in the eye, let alone dare call her by name; particularly not men from the Detention Center. They were usually too petrified to think at all.
“Why, you really are a smart boy. So Ronnie,” Melanie purred raising her worn shoe sole to a spot scant inches from his upturned face, “Can you tell me what this is?”
“Yes, Ma’am. That is your favorite research tool. One of the comfortable pumps you like to wear when walking on or crushing men like me.”
She was taken aback once more. “My favorite what? How did you know that?”
“Ma’am, I’ve read all of your research papers. I’ve carefully followed your work for years.”
By this point Melanie was thoroughly intrigued with this little man. She wanted to stop the lecture and take him aside. But even as one half of her mind buzzed with notions of how to have pleasure with this interesting male, the other half noted that her class was becoming restless, waiting for some action. With reluctance, she leaned forward and whispered to him in almost an intimate way.
“Boy, I’d like to hear more about your reading habits. But I have a class to teach. We’ll take this up later, if you’re able to talk then, of course.”
With that she rammed her shoe into his shoulder, and pushed him down, With no way to use his hands to break his fall, he fell heavily onto his back.
Melanie rose and stood theatrically, with her foot resting on his bony chest. The room was silent save for the heavy breathing coming from Ronnie. Then, she simply stepped onto his trembling body. Her movements were deliberate and precise. The right heel was anchored in the thigh, and the sole firmly placed across his pelvic region. Her other sole invaded his abdomen, pressing both down, and toward his ribcage. Melanie pressed down till she could start to feet the hard bony ridge of his backbone pushing up against her foot. Then she rocked back lightly on her heel embedding it carefully in his forearm, near his waist. She then stopped and gazed gently at her class. Yes, they were still paying attention. Then she glanced down at the face of Ronnie. She had his attention, too.
Next, Melanie prepared to rotate her body. She moved her left foot and placed the sole firmly on his chest. The toe sank in just below his neck, very near the spot where his thin collarbones met his sturdier breastbone. Her sharp heel, already reddened at the tip where it had rested in his arm, now hovered menacingly, above the solar plexus. Then she gradually shifted her full weight onto that foot. Slowly Ronnie’s chest began to sink, as the air was expelled from his collapsing lungs. A couple of times as her foot made it’s inexorable descent, Melanie detected the telltale crackling noise of Ronnie’s ribs starting to break, indicating to her expert senses that she was going too fast. A short pause allowed his strained ribcage to adjust to her weight, and then she resumed her measured downward thrust. The entire movement took at least a minute, but at last his flattened chest bore her full weight. Then the right foot rotated. With the heel still lodged in his thigh, She lifted her sole and rotated on the axis of her heel. More quickly now, the ball of her foot sank into his abdomen. Only when this movement was done, did she allow her other heel to fall, penetrating the yielding flesh of the upper stomach. As she transferred weight to the right foot, and left heel, the battered ribcage rose slightly. Once again Melanie’s posture grew more relaxed. She could not help but gaze once more at Ronnie’s sweating face. His features were contorted by muscle spasms, like one suffering the final stages of tetanus; and his shiny skin flushed purple from the pressure, and from the lack of Oxygen. Still he managed a wan smile for her, as if to say, “I hope you are enjoying this.” With difficulty she drew her eyes away from his and managed a relaxed grin for her students. After a moment, while still slowly crushing the helpless Ronnie beneath her, She resumed her lecture.
“Now, class after you have practiced this a few times, I’m sure you will appreciate better the importance knowing the male anatomy. Any angry woman can kill a man with her feet, but it takes patience and knowledge to control just how much you damage him. My cute little boy here, (did she actually refer to a male as cute?) is in unspeakable agony, and of course is unable to breathe. But nothing critical is broken yet. At this point he could probably return to his duties the same day. Now watch closely as I do some basic movements. In a few minutes you will all be up here practicing these actions on some of our supply of men. I believe the best way to learn is to dive right in and get your feet wet, so to speak. But don’t get them too wet. Remember, we want some of these men to survive!”
As Melanie resumed her demonstration on Ronnie, her students concentrated on her form. Jeanie and Caitlin tried to focus, but it was hard not to be distracted by staring at those heels sinking so deeply into the malleable flesh beneath them.
“Ewww, look at that,” whispered Caitlin, “I can’t believe she could stand on his head that way. You’d think his head would pop like a ripe melon.”
“I know, “responded her roommate, “ and look how far that heel goes in his mouth, when she gags him. Did the Professor just say he’d be able to talk after that? I don’t know. And what’s she doing now on the chest?”
“Wow! Jeanie, see how she pumps his chest up and down. It’s kind of like CPR you know, like she’s making him breathe just when she wants him to. I don’t think I can do anything like that. I just hope I don’t fall off of him.”
“Oh, don’t worry girl. You’ll get into it. And look at that. I think he’s enjoying it more than we are.”
Caitlyn stared, then suddenly flushed with embarrassment, and with excitement too. “Oh my Gaaawwwd! Look at that big thing sticking up. It must be 4, or 5 inches long, or however many centimeters that is. I can’t remember. Gee, how big would it be, if that boy were as tall as a woman? Just the idea is creepy. No wonder some girls like to have them cut off.”
“Cait, you’re just being silly. I figure the bigger it is, the more fun it is to squish it. And I think the Professor is going to do just that. Yep, she sees it, and she’s stepping right on top of it. Look at him shake. Kind of looks like some sort of epileptic seizure. Wow! I think he passed out!”
Chapter 2
Sitting on her desk, Melanie looked deeply into the sad eyes of the man who knelt before her. Emmy said he was loud. She had taken that to mean that he would scream and cry and beg for mercy. That’s what she was looking for. Melanie always tried to start a demonstration with a good noisy pleader. That usually got everyone’s attention and got her students in the right frame of mind to learn. Instead he mutely returned her gaze.
“Boy, do you have a name?”
“Yes, Doctor Burroughs. My name is Ronnie.”
Melanie was shocked. Most men could not look her in the eye, let alone dare call her by name; particularly not men from the Detention Center. They were usually too petrified to think at all.
“Why, you really are a smart boy. So Ronnie,” Melanie purred raising her worn shoe sole to a spot scant inches from his upturned face, “Can you tell me what this is?”
“Yes, Ma’am. That is your favorite research tool. One of the comfortable pumps you like to wear when walking on or crushing men like me.”
She was taken aback once more. “My favorite what? How did you know that?”
“Ma’am, I’ve read all of your research papers. I’ve carefully followed your work for years.”
By this point Melanie was thoroughly intrigued with this little man. She wanted to stop the lecture and take him aside. But even as one half of her mind buzzed with notions of how to have pleasure with this interesting male, the other half noted that her class was becoming restless, waiting for some action. With reluctance, she leaned forward and whispered to him in almost an intimate way.
“Boy, I’d like to hear more about your reading habits. But I have a class to teach. We’ll take this up later, if you’re able to talk then, of course.”
With that she rammed her shoe into his shoulder, and pushed him down, With no way to use his hands to break his fall, he fell heavily onto his back.
Melanie rose and stood theatrically, with her foot resting on his bony chest. The room was silent save for the heavy breathing coming from Ronnie. Then, she simply stepped onto his trembling body. Her movements were deliberate and precise. The right heel was anchored in the thigh, and the sole firmly placed across his pelvic region. Her other sole invaded his abdomen, pressing both down, and toward his ribcage. Melanie pressed down till she could start to feet the hard bony ridge of his backbone pushing up against her foot. Then she rocked back lightly on her heel embedding it carefully in his forearm, near his waist. She then stopped and gazed gently at her class. Yes, they were still paying attention. Then she glanced down at the face of Ronnie. She had his attention, too.
Next, Melanie prepared to rotate her body. She moved her left foot and placed the sole firmly on his chest. The toe sank in just below his neck, very near the spot where his thin collarbones met his sturdier breastbone. Her sharp heel, already reddened at the tip where it had rested in his arm, now hovered menacingly, above the solar plexus. Then she gradually shifted her full weight onto that foot. Slowly Ronnie’s chest began to sink, as the air was expelled from his collapsing lungs. A couple of times as her foot made it’s inexorable descent, Melanie detected the telltale crackling noise of Ronnie’s ribs starting to break, indicating to her expert senses that she was going too fast. A short pause allowed his strained ribcage to adjust to her weight, and then she resumed her measured downward thrust. The entire movement took at least a minute, but at last his flattened chest bore her full weight. Then the right foot rotated. With the heel still lodged in his thigh, She lifted her sole and rotated on the axis of her heel. More quickly now, the ball of her foot sank into his abdomen. Only when this movement was done, did she allow her other heel to fall, penetrating the yielding flesh of the upper stomach. As she transferred weight to the right foot, and left heel, the battered ribcage rose slightly. Once again Melanie’s posture grew more relaxed. She could not help but gaze once more at Ronnie’s sweating face. His features were contorted by muscle spasms, like one suffering the final stages of tetanus; and his shiny skin flushed purple from the pressure, and from the lack of Oxygen. Still he managed a wan smile for her, as if to say, “I hope you are enjoying this.” With difficulty she drew her eyes away from his and managed a relaxed grin for her students. After a moment, while still slowly crushing the helpless Ronnie beneath her, She resumed her lecture.
“Now, class after you have practiced this a few times, I’m sure you will appreciate better the importance knowing the male anatomy. Any angry woman can kill a man with her feet, but it takes patience and knowledge to control just how much you damage him. My cute little boy here, (did she actually refer to a male as cute?) is in unspeakable agony, and of course is unable to breathe. But nothing critical is broken yet. At this point he could probably return to his duties the same day. Now watch closely as I do some basic movements. In a few minutes you will all be up here practicing these actions on some of our supply of men. I believe the best way to learn is to dive right in and get your feet wet, so to speak. But don’t get them too wet. Remember, we want some of these men to survive!”
As Melanie resumed her demonstration on Ronnie, her students concentrated on her form. Jeanie and Caitlin tried to focus, but it was hard not to be distracted by staring at those heels sinking so deeply into the malleable flesh beneath them.
“Ewww, look at that,” whispered Caitlin, “I can’t believe she could stand on his head that way. You’d think his head would pop like a ripe melon.”
“I know, “responded her roommate, “ and look how far that heel goes in his mouth, when she gags him. Did the Professor just say he’d be able to talk after that? I don’t know. And what’s she doing now on the chest?”
“Wow! Jeanie, see how she pumps his chest up and down. It’s kind of like CPR you know, like she’s making him breathe just when she wants him to. I don’t think I can do anything like that. I just hope I don’t fall off of him.”
“Oh, don’t worry girl. You’ll get into it. And look at that. I think he’s enjoying it more than we are.”
Caitlyn stared, then suddenly flushed with embarrassment, and with excitement too. “Oh my Gaaawwwd! Look at that big thing sticking up. It must be 4, or 5 inches long, or however many centimeters that is. I can’t remember. Gee, how big would it be, if that boy were as tall as a woman? Just the idea is creepy. No wonder some girls like to have them cut off.”
“Cait, you’re just being silly. I figure the bigger it is, the more fun it is to squish it. And I think the Professor is going to do just that. Yep, she sees it, and she’s stepping right on top of it. Look at him shake. Kind of looks like some sort of epileptic seizure. Wow! I think he passed out!”