Ste Letto
05-16-2005, 11:30 AM
Part 7
Part 7
Don groaned in pain as Kylie’s perfect ass compressed his chest. He stared at the solid flesh of her thigh and, despite the pain, longed to touch it. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Kylie smiled at him and stroked his face with her palm. “Aww, poor baby!” she cooed mockingly. “Am I hurting you?” she asked, teasingly. Don could barely whisper a pained reply. “Can’t hear you,” Kylie said. Don wheezed. She began swinging her legs forward and back, and wiggling side to side, rocking like she was on a saddle on a horse singing “La, La, La; Laa, Laa, La, Laa, La,” over and over. Don felt his ribcage surrendering under this cruel torture.
“Let’s try something,” she suggested, slipping off him and standing on the floor. She paused a second before climbing up and standing on his belly and chest. Don felt all the air he’d dragged into his lungs while she was off him being forced out again by the intense pressure of her perfect feet.
He looked up her perfect legs, past her perfect thighs, and her perfect hips, and her perfect breasts, to her perfect face. She looked giddy and excited, playful like a schoolgirl. She was a beautiful, free, giddy spirit. In spite of the pain he was feeling below her pressing feet he lusted after her and was glad to be near her. Kylie stepped and danced on his bruised belly and chest. Her feet sank in and down with every step. She made a point of putting all her weight on her toes, raising her heel prettily. She would balance on one foot, heel raised, toes pressing firmly down, to maximise the pain she was inflicting. Don was amazed and horrified to find his little body compressing and flattening beneath the constantly trampling feet of the world’s favourite Australian popstar.
“Hey Mr Man,” she called down, “why you looking so flat?” Don could not answer. Kylie’s perfect feet and soft soles had flattened his chest and stomach to near carpet thinness. His internal organs and skeleton seemed to have become soft, malleable and weak.
Kylie jumped off him and lifted him off the cushioned seat. She put him on the floor and set her right foot on his belly. Don was amazed at the electric tingles of arousal he felt at that light touch of her agonisingly smooth sole. He dimly heard the apartment door open. “Come in” Kylie shouted. Don looked round to see Kylie’s sister Danni in the doorway. She looked stunning with her black hair cascading about her slightly angular, slightly more worldly face. He’d always thought Danni was like “Dirty Kylie” a bit more wanton and free than her sister. Danni wore a sexy black figure hugging dress and strappy silver sandals. Her toenails were a luscious shade of plummy red. She walked across the wooden floor toward Don. He saw her ankle chain sway as she walked. He also saw something dark inside the clear plastic heels of her shoes, as well as something dark inside the thick clear plastic soles.
He saw a few of the little men from before still groaning and writhing on the floor in the girl’s path. Danni walked straight toward the first of them, planting her spiky heel deliberately so that the toe of her shoe would crush the little man flat. Don saw the action in slow motion. He saw Danni’s cruel smile of glee, saw her toes descending, saw the toes themselves curling a little, saw the change of light and shade on her nail varnish as the toe of her shoe lowered toward the ground. He saw the little man fighting urgently to move, stand up and escape. He saw the toe of Danni’s shoe surging closer and closer to the hard unforgiving wooden floor. The little man rolled onto his back, raised his arms and screamed. Don saw the man’s eyes go wide in fear, saw his arms buckle under the remorseless foot of Danni Minogue, saw his chest compress, saw Danni’s foot wobble as it met resistance, and finally saw her smile with satisfaction as the little man crunched and burst simultaneously, splashing the floor, and the sides of Danni’s shoe and foot.
Incredibly, Don’s cock was ramrod stiff.
Don was in awe. Danni raised her shoe and looked at the smushed remains that were still clinging to it. “Errrgghh, gross!” she said loudly. She shook her head and carried on walking. She aimed for another little man, and this time she spiked him through the belly. She paused with him impaled on her heel and used the toe of her other shoe to slide him upward. Laughing then, she walked on. The little man hung from her heel, writhing in extreme pain. His head lolled side to side and his mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Don couldn’t imagine how painful that situation must be.
Danni stopped close to Don’s head. He was given a close up view of her feet and shoes. He made eye contact with the man impaled on her heel. Then his eyes moved to her ankle chain. The silver link chain had an ornament attached. Don saw a short chain descending at right angles to the main chain. This short chain was attached to a silver crucifix. Don looked closely at the tiny man attached to the crucifix. He was silver, but there was something odd about him. Don saw the little man’s hands flexing, his head lolling, and his feet twitching. He realised the figure attached to the crucifix was a tiny shrunken man, simply glued in place, left to starve or die from the jarring impacts of this pretty girls little foot. Don tore his eyes away and Danni kicked his head into an upright position.
She pressed the metal tip of her sandal into Don’s ear and used it to lever her shoe off. The sharp metal tip ripped his ear painfully. Danni smiled to see Don grimacing. She settled her now bare foot flat to the floor and levered off her other shoe in the same cruel fashion. Don’s ear trickled blood onto the wooden floor. He found himself lying naked and helpless, small and afraid, at the feet of two girls. Danni picked up one shoe and showed it to Don. She showed him the heel first. Don shuddered to see a shrunken man imprisoned inside the heel. He looked desperately hurt and afraid. Danni moved the shoe so Don could see the section that supported the ball of her foot and her toes. He saw three compartments, and a tiny suffering man inside each one. When she was sure Don had seen the men Danni flung the shoe away. It hit the wall, clattered to the floor and stopped. "Would you like to be inside my shoes when I’m filming?”she asked him. "No, no, no I would not!” he said in terror. Danni chuckled, then pressed her dusty sole to his mouth and instructed him to lick. Don licked, tasting salt, and other unpleasant things. Danni began to smear her foot across his mouth, which stretched and smeared in response. Kylie meanwhile, began stepping all over his body flattening him. His body flattened out at every step. Danni stepped up onto his head, bouncing on her bare soles, making Don’s head spread and flatten wider and wider.
The two girls stepped and stepped all over Don until he was a flattened rug on the ground. His flattened head was a wide circle. His flattened feet were bent at painful right angles. The girls stopped, satisfied with their work, and made some phone calls.
Part 7
Don groaned in pain as Kylie’s perfect ass compressed his chest. He stared at the solid flesh of her thigh and, despite the pain, longed to touch it. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Kylie smiled at him and stroked his face with her palm. “Aww, poor baby!” she cooed mockingly. “Am I hurting you?” she asked, teasingly. Don could barely whisper a pained reply. “Can’t hear you,” Kylie said. Don wheezed. She began swinging her legs forward and back, and wiggling side to side, rocking like she was on a saddle on a horse singing “La, La, La; Laa, Laa, La, Laa, La,” over and over. Don felt his ribcage surrendering under this cruel torture.
“Let’s try something,” she suggested, slipping off him and standing on the floor. She paused a second before climbing up and standing on his belly and chest. Don felt all the air he’d dragged into his lungs while she was off him being forced out again by the intense pressure of her perfect feet.
He looked up her perfect legs, past her perfect thighs, and her perfect hips, and her perfect breasts, to her perfect face. She looked giddy and excited, playful like a schoolgirl. She was a beautiful, free, giddy spirit. In spite of the pain he was feeling below her pressing feet he lusted after her and was glad to be near her. Kylie stepped and danced on his bruised belly and chest. Her feet sank in and down with every step. She made a point of putting all her weight on her toes, raising her heel prettily. She would balance on one foot, heel raised, toes pressing firmly down, to maximise the pain she was inflicting. Don was amazed and horrified to find his little body compressing and flattening beneath the constantly trampling feet of the world’s favourite Australian popstar.
“Hey Mr Man,” she called down, “why you looking so flat?” Don could not answer. Kylie’s perfect feet and soft soles had flattened his chest and stomach to near carpet thinness. His internal organs and skeleton seemed to have become soft, malleable and weak.
Kylie jumped off him and lifted him off the cushioned seat. She put him on the floor and set her right foot on his belly. Don was amazed at the electric tingles of arousal he felt at that light touch of her agonisingly smooth sole. He dimly heard the apartment door open. “Come in” Kylie shouted. Don looked round to see Kylie’s sister Danni in the doorway. She looked stunning with her black hair cascading about her slightly angular, slightly more worldly face. He’d always thought Danni was like “Dirty Kylie” a bit more wanton and free than her sister. Danni wore a sexy black figure hugging dress and strappy silver sandals. Her toenails were a luscious shade of plummy red. She walked across the wooden floor toward Don. He saw her ankle chain sway as she walked. He also saw something dark inside the clear plastic heels of her shoes, as well as something dark inside the thick clear plastic soles.
He saw a few of the little men from before still groaning and writhing on the floor in the girl’s path. Danni walked straight toward the first of them, planting her spiky heel deliberately so that the toe of her shoe would crush the little man flat. Don saw the action in slow motion. He saw Danni’s cruel smile of glee, saw her toes descending, saw the toes themselves curling a little, saw the change of light and shade on her nail varnish as the toe of her shoe lowered toward the ground. He saw the little man fighting urgently to move, stand up and escape. He saw the toe of Danni’s shoe surging closer and closer to the hard unforgiving wooden floor. The little man rolled onto his back, raised his arms and screamed. Don saw the man’s eyes go wide in fear, saw his arms buckle under the remorseless foot of Danni Minogue, saw his chest compress, saw Danni’s foot wobble as it met resistance, and finally saw her smile with satisfaction as the little man crunched and burst simultaneously, splashing the floor, and the sides of Danni’s shoe and foot.
Incredibly, Don’s cock was ramrod stiff.
Don was in awe. Danni raised her shoe and looked at the smushed remains that were still clinging to it. “Errrgghh, gross!” she said loudly. She shook her head and carried on walking. She aimed for another little man, and this time she spiked him through the belly. She paused with him impaled on her heel and used the toe of her other shoe to slide him upward. Laughing then, she walked on. The little man hung from her heel, writhing in extreme pain. His head lolled side to side and his mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Don couldn’t imagine how painful that situation must be.
Danni stopped close to Don’s head. He was given a close up view of her feet and shoes. He made eye contact with the man impaled on her heel. Then his eyes moved to her ankle chain. The silver link chain had an ornament attached. Don saw a short chain descending at right angles to the main chain. This short chain was attached to a silver crucifix. Don looked closely at the tiny man attached to the crucifix. He was silver, but there was something odd about him. Don saw the little man’s hands flexing, his head lolling, and his feet twitching. He realised the figure attached to the crucifix was a tiny shrunken man, simply glued in place, left to starve or die from the jarring impacts of this pretty girls little foot. Don tore his eyes away and Danni kicked his head into an upright position.
She pressed the metal tip of her sandal into Don’s ear and used it to lever her shoe off. The sharp metal tip ripped his ear painfully. Danni smiled to see Don grimacing. She settled her now bare foot flat to the floor and levered off her other shoe in the same cruel fashion. Don’s ear trickled blood onto the wooden floor. He found himself lying naked and helpless, small and afraid, at the feet of two girls. Danni picked up one shoe and showed it to Don. She showed him the heel first. Don shuddered to see a shrunken man imprisoned inside the heel. He looked desperately hurt and afraid. Danni moved the shoe so Don could see the section that supported the ball of her foot and her toes. He saw three compartments, and a tiny suffering man inside each one. When she was sure Don had seen the men Danni flung the shoe away. It hit the wall, clattered to the floor and stopped. "Would you like to be inside my shoes when I’m filming?”she asked him. "No, no, no I would not!” he said in terror. Danni chuckled, then pressed her dusty sole to his mouth and instructed him to lick. Don licked, tasting salt, and other unpleasant things. Danni began to smear her foot across his mouth, which stretched and smeared in response. Kylie meanwhile, began stepping all over his body flattening him. His body flattened out at every step. Danni stepped up onto his head, bouncing on her bare soles, making Don’s head spread and flatten wider and wider.
The two girls stepped and stepped all over Don until he was a flattened rug on the ground. His flattened head was a wide circle. His flattened feet were bent at painful right angles. The girls stopped, satisfied with their work, and made some phone calls.