TRHazard
12-22-2011, 10:19 AM
This story is inspired by an excellent series of short films that has aired in the UK recently known as 'Black Mirror' in which humanity exists in a totalitarian society, wherein we are all controlled by 24/7 exposure to the media and treated as commodities and objects, not people. I simply put a femdom/trampling twist on the idea and this is the story that formed in my head. We begin with our protagonist Matthew Russman, running in terror from a foe we do not see.
This is just a preview, call it part one if you will. The second and third parts are written and I'll post them right away if it seems like something people are interested in! Please enjoy, and leave feedback positive or negative.
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Matt, running at full pelt down the back alley, was suddenly faced with an obstacle he had not expected, in the form of a door. Knowing he couldn't stop, he simply turned his body to ensure he hit it with his shoulder rather than his face, and prayed he would crash straight through. He might suffer a few cuts and perhaps a broken bone, but the fate that awaited him if he did not keep running could only be described as unimaginably worse. What was on the other side of the door he knew not, but the distance between them was closing very rapidly - he had no other choice. Matt, left shoulder pointed forwards, leaned in towards the door as he charged it, and clenched his teeth, bracing for the impact.
WHAM.
The door was made of metal, not wood, and it repelled Matt's bodily force as easily as a battle tank could repel a toy gun. He staggered backwards for a moment, startled, but fuelled by sheer adrenaline he almost immediately regained his bearings and launched himself at the door once again, pelting it furiously with his fists and palms. "OPEN!" he screamed, his voice, though breathless, carrying for many blocks, the fear contained within palpable to all those who were still roaming the city streets at this hour.
"OOPPEENN!"
It did not open. His hands were becoming raw, blood beginning to seep from cuts on his knuckles. "OOOPPPEEENNN!" he cried, one last time, before a loud crack behind him caused him to turn abruptly, his back to the door. His eyes scanned the alley frantically but there was no other person there. No other shadow but his own danced alongside those of the moths in the harsh, orange glow of the light on the building that was now behind him. Panting heavily, the adrenaline rush now subsiding, he allowed himself to slide down the door and sit, leaning back against it, his eyes affixed directly ahead of him, waiting for the first sign of movement.
The following few seconds felt to Matt like ten thousand days. There was another sound behind him, this time a key being turned in the door, and then the door was flung open. Matt didn't have time to adjust to his backrest being whisked away, so he fell backwards and was left staring upwards, lying on his back. His eyes had not adjusted to the bright indoor lightning and he squinted, unable to see anything in the glaring whiteness, until a black shape moved into it. His eyes focused, and he recognised it as the gritty, blackened sole of a woman's boot. It remained suspended lengthways above his face for just a moment, then came stomping down. His nose was mashed flat beneath its sole and the heel struck his forehead hard. Matt blacked out almost immediately.
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This is just a preview, call it part one if you will. The second and third parts are written and I'll post them right away if it seems like something people are interested in! Please enjoy, and leave feedback positive or negative.
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Matt, running at full pelt down the back alley, was suddenly faced with an obstacle he had not expected, in the form of a door. Knowing he couldn't stop, he simply turned his body to ensure he hit it with his shoulder rather than his face, and prayed he would crash straight through. He might suffer a few cuts and perhaps a broken bone, but the fate that awaited him if he did not keep running could only be described as unimaginably worse. What was on the other side of the door he knew not, but the distance between them was closing very rapidly - he had no other choice. Matt, left shoulder pointed forwards, leaned in towards the door as he charged it, and clenched his teeth, bracing for the impact.
WHAM.
The door was made of metal, not wood, and it repelled Matt's bodily force as easily as a battle tank could repel a toy gun. He staggered backwards for a moment, startled, but fuelled by sheer adrenaline he almost immediately regained his bearings and launched himself at the door once again, pelting it furiously with his fists and palms. "OPEN!" he screamed, his voice, though breathless, carrying for many blocks, the fear contained within palpable to all those who were still roaming the city streets at this hour.
"OOPPEENN!"
It did not open. His hands were becoming raw, blood beginning to seep from cuts on his knuckles. "OOOPPPEEENNN!" he cried, one last time, before a loud crack behind him caused him to turn abruptly, his back to the door. His eyes scanned the alley frantically but there was no other person there. No other shadow but his own danced alongside those of the moths in the harsh, orange glow of the light on the building that was now behind him. Panting heavily, the adrenaline rush now subsiding, he allowed himself to slide down the door and sit, leaning back against it, his eyes affixed directly ahead of him, waiting for the first sign of movement.
The following few seconds felt to Matt like ten thousand days. There was another sound behind him, this time a key being turned in the door, and then the door was flung open. Matt didn't have time to adjust to his backrest being whisked away, so he fell backwards and was left staring upwards, lying on his back. His eyes had not adjusted to the bright indoor lightning and he squinted, unable to see anything in the glaring whiteness, until a black shape moved into it. His eyes focused, and he recognised it as the gritty, blackened sole of a woman's boot. It remained suspended lengthways above his face for just a moment, then came stomping down. His nose was mashed flat beneath its sole and the heel struck his forehead hard. Matt blacked out almost immediately.
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