Lone Stranger
03-22-2011, 8:01 PM
Since people didn't know I wrote Chapter 2 when I attached it to the same thread as Chapter 1, I decided to start a new thread with Chapter 3. Let me know what you think.
CHAPTER 3
Alex Wilson took advantage of people. He would promise people things if they did something for him and then when they performed as asked he would renege on his promise. He finally went to far promising his assistant if she got an account for him she would get the promotion she was wanting. When she got the account he took credit for her work and when she complained he fired her and promoted a relative of the boss into the job she had been promised. The only trouble was she recorded the whole thing and charged him with discrimination and fraud. The judge said he got where he was by walking all over people so maybe he should see how it feels to be walked all over.
He was sentenced to be the doormat in the building where the secretarial service was. A place was hollowed out in the floor right in front of the main doors of the building. Alex was placed in the cut out so his body was level with the floor surface. Then urethane was poured around him to make a perfect fitting mold around him. The urethane had some give to it so he wouldn’t suffer broken bones or a crushed skull, but nothing protected his face from meeting the bottom of the girls high heel shoes as they walked across his face every time they entered or exited the building. His legs were covered with flooring so the girls wouldn’t stumble over them, but his body was exposed from his crotch to his face. Thick glass eye pieces were fit over his eyes so a high heel wouldn’t land right in his eye socket, but he could see (and feel) every foot before it walked over his face.
The girls realized it was their civic duty to walk over him every time they entered or exited the building. They soon developed a normal stride where they would step on his crotch, chest, and face as they walked over their human doormat. Their normal attire was heels and hose and most often those heels were stiletto pumps, sling backs, or sandals, but boots were well represented too. At first they walked on him with deliberation stepping onto his crotch, chest, and face (or vice versa if they were exiting the building) slowly and deliberately letting him feel their weight as they walked over him, but after a while they just walked over him at the same speed they were traveling as though he were just part of the floor. At higher speeds they usually walked heel first as they would drive their heel first into his crotch or face then mash him with the rest of their foot.
Alex suffered pure hell as heel after heel drove into his body. Soon he was so covered with pockmarks his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. Every girl who worked in the building walked all over him at least twice a day (entering and leaving the building) and about half of them went out for lunch and walked over him at least twice more. As soon as one foot would leave his face another would splat right into it. All the girls walked on him with their street shoes so quickly he was covered with dirty foot prints, but soon there was so many of them his whole body was black; that’s in addition to all the black and blue bruises that soon developed. His nose was broken so many times it was just mush on his face. All his teeth were stomped out of his mouth and his balls were just reduced to a painful lump of flesh.
And then there was Doreen. She was built like a model and always wore the sexiest outfits with thin spike-heeled shoes or sandals. But as beautiful as she was, she was a bit of a sadist and she was the little sister of the very woman that charged Alex with discrimination in the first place. And little sister was gonna make sure Alex rued the day he messed with her older sister! Every time Doreen walked over him she made a point of standing full on his face and wiping her feet on it. Now if you ever had a full-grown woman stand on your face and just wipe her feet you know what I mean. Her heels tore his face up and her dirty soles rubbed it raw. When she stepped down from his face there wasn’t much left. And then to make it worse a lot of women observed Doreen and thought they were supposed to wipe their feet on his face too and soon a lot of women were doing it. Doreen, wanting to be special, told him to stick out his tongue, and stomped on his face till he complied if he hesitated, and wiped her dirty shoes on his tongue letting him enjoy the taste of her dirty soles.
One woman had just stepped on his face when she heard her friends calling. She twisted around on his face and just stood on it with both feet in high-heeled pumps while she chatted with her friends. She stood there for over twenty minutes just mashing Alex’s face with her full weight. Sometimes she would rock back on her heels as she stood there just like she was standing on hard floor instead of some human man’s face; completely uncaring about the pain she was causing as her sharp heels bore in Alex’s face. Alex thought surely his whole head would explode from the unrelenting pressure of her dirty soles mashing down his face. At one point he couldn’t breathe as she stepped on his mashed nose with one foot and onto his mouth with the other. When Alex opened his mouth to try and breathe she just settled right down into it and stood in his mouth with one foot and on his nose with the other, cutting off his air completely. He could, however, taste her dirty sole as she just stood in his mouth. He was almost to the point of passing out due to lack of air when she finally moved her foot off his nose allowing him to breathe. Of course she was completely unaware of the little drama taking place beneath her feet. When finally her conversation ended she just spun around on Alex’s face and walked off and then her friends walked over his face too.
When removed from the pit at the end of the day Alex was a quivering mass of barely alive human flesh. He was bathed and let to recuperate for two days so he could better appreciate the pain when he was placed back in the pit on the third day to be walked on anew. On the days he was recovering two other poor soles sentenced to a similar fate for a similar crime would take his place.
An unfortunate event happened to one of these men. A tall woman was walking over him one day when her heel caught on his belly and after scraping along it for six or eight inches succeeded in catching into it and tripped the woman, who fell down. At first she was embarrassed. But that quickly turned to anger, which she turned toward the man acting as a doormat. Once she regained her feet she began jumping up and down on the poor man’s exposed face with both of her high-heeled feet and all of her weight. She must have jumped on his face five or six times till her anger was sated and then she stepped down from his ruined face and stalked off. The man’s face was so badly smashed and broken that he had to be removed from the pit. Later the woman was upset that she let her anger get the better of her, but she never gave a thought to the man who in all probability would never eat solid food again and whose face would forever bear her footprints in it. After all if a person is going to live underfoot he has to expect these sort of things happening.
So Alex was put back in the pit early to finish out the other man’s shift. I think the worst thing about being walked on all the time was not the pain, though that was considerable. After a while his balls just became a mass of painful flesh. And his chest and face also just became so pain was normal. But the worst thing was the constant feet walking on your face. Foot after foot walked over Alex’s face. There was a constant parade of feet on his face. Heel first, sole first, sliding, twisting, stomping, rolling, heavy feet, light feet, but never ending. It was enough to drive him mad. Oh, there were some respites when no one was walking on him, but then it would start again and the respite just served to allow his feeling to return so it would be more acute when the walking feet returned. And so was Alex’s life day after day.
CHAPTER 3
Alex Wilson took advantage of people. He would promise people things if they did something for him and then when they performed as asked he would renege on his promise. He finally went to far promising his assistant if she got an account for him she would get the promotion she was wanting. When she got the account he took credit for her work and when she complained he fired her and promoted a relative of the boss into the job she had been promised. The only trouble was she recorded the whole thing and charged him with discrimination and fraud. The judge said he got where he was by walking all over people so maybe he should see how it feels to be walked all over.
He was sentenced to be the doormat in the building where the secretarial service was. A place was hollowed out in the floor right in front of the main doors of the building. Alex was placed in the cut out so his body was level with the floor surface. Then urethane was poured around him to make a perfect fitting mold around him. The urethane had some give to it so he wouldn’t suffer broken bones or a crushed skull, but nothing protected his face from meeting the bottom of the girls high heel shoes as they walked across his face every time they entered or exited the building. His legs were covered with flooring so the girls wouldn’t stumble over them, but his body was exposed from his crotch to his face. Thick glass eye pieces were fit over his eyes so a high heel wouldn’t land right in his eye socket, but he could see (and feel) every foot before it walked over his face.
The girls realized it was their civic duty to walk over him every time they entered or exited the building. They soon developed a normal stride where they would step on his crotch, chest, and face as they walked over their human doormat. Their normal attire was heels and hose and most often those heels were stiletto pumps, sling backs, or sandals, but boots were well represented too. At first they walked on him with deliberation stepping onto his crotch, chest, and face (or vice versa if they were exiting the building) slowly and deliberately letting him feel their weight as they walked over him, but after a while they just walked over him at the same speed they were traveling as though he were just part of the floor. At higher speeds they usually walked heel first as they would drive their heel first into his crotch or face then mash him with the rest of their foot.
Alex suffered pure hell as heel after heel drove into his body. Soon he was so covered with pockmarks his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. Every girl who worked in the building walked all over him at least twice a day (entering and leaving the building) and about half of them went out for lunch and walked over him at least twice more. As soon as one foot would leave his face another would splat right into it. All the girls walked on him with their street shoes so quickly he was covered with dirty foot prints, but soon there was so many of them his whole body was black; that’s in addition to all the black and blue bruises that soon developed. His nose was broken so many times it was just mush on his face. All his teeth were stomped out of his mouth and his balls were just reduced to a painful lump of flesh.
And then there was Doreen. She was built like a model and always wore the sexiest outfits with thin spike-heeled shoes or sandals. But as beautiful as she was, she was a bit of a sadist and she was the little sister of the very woman that charged Alex with discrimination in the first place. And little sister was gonna make sure Alex rued the day he messed with her older sister! Every time Doreen walked over him she made a point of standing full on his face and wiping her feet on it. Now if you ever had a full-grown woman stand on your face and just wipe her feet you know what I mean. Her heels tore his face up and her dirty soles rubbed it raw. When she stepped down from his face there wasn’t much left. And then to make it worse a lot of women observed Doreen and thought they were supposed to wipe their feet on his face too and soon a lot of women were doing it. Doreen, wanting to be special, told him to stick out his tongue, and stomped on his face till he complied if he hesitated, and wiped her dirty shoes on his tongue letting him enjoy the taste of her dirty soles.
One woman had just stepped on his face when she heard her friends calling. She twisted around on his face and just stood on it with both feet in high-heeled pumps while she chatted with her friends. She stood there for over twenty minutes just mashing Alex’s face with her full weight. Sometimes she would rock back on her heels as she stood there just like she was standing on hard floor instead of some human man’s face; completely uncaring about the pain she was causing as her sharp heels bore in Alex’s face. Alex thought surely his whole head would explode from the unrelenting pressure of her dirty soles mashing down his face. At one point he couldn’t breathe as she stepped on his mashed nose with one foot and onto his mouth with the other. When Alex opened his mouth to try and breathe she just settled right down into it and stood in his mouth with one foot and on his nose with the other, cutting off his air completely. He could, however, taste her dirty sole as she just stood in his mouth. He was almost to the point of passing out due to lack of air when she finally moved her foot off his nose allowing him to breathe. Of course she was completely unaware of the little drama taking place beneath her feet. When finally her conversation ended she just spun around on Alex’s face and walked off and then her friends walked over his face too.
When removed from the pit at the end of the day Alex was a quivering mass of barely alive human flesh. He was bathed and let to recuperate for two days so he could better appreciate the pain when he was placed back in the pit on the third day to be walked on anew. On the days he was recovering two other poor soles sentenced to a similar fate for a similar crime would take his place.
An unfortunate event happened to one of these men. A tall woman was walking over him one day when her heel caught on his belly and after scraping along it for six or eight inches succeeded in catching into it and tripped the woman, who fell down. At first she was embarrassed. But that quickly turned to anger, which she turned toward the man acting as a doormat. Once she regained her feet she began jumping up and down on the poor man’s exposed face with both of her high-heeled feet and all of her weight. She must have jumped on his face five or six times till her anger was sated and then she stepped down from his ruined face and stalked off. The man’s face was so badly smashed and broken that he had to be removed from the pit. Later the woman was upset that she let her anger get the better of her, but she never gave a thought to the man who in all probability would never eat solid food again and whose face would forever bear her footprints in it. After all if a person is going to live underfoot he has to expect these sort of things happening.
So Alex was put back in the pit early to finish out the other man’s shift. I think the worst thing about being walked on all the time was not the pain, though that was considerable. After a while his balls just became a mass of painful flesh. And his chest and face also just became so pain was normal. But the worst thing was the constant feet walking on your face. Foot after foot walked over Alex’s face. There was a constant parade of feet on his face. Heel first, sole first, sliding, twisting, stomping, rolling, heavy feet, light feet, but never ending. It was enough to drive him mad. Oh, there were some respites when no one was walking on him, but then it would start again and the respite just served to allow his feeling to return so it would be more acute when the walking feet returned. And so was Alex’s life day after day.