Ste Letto
12-24-2002, 7:08 AM
Hi people, hope you like this first foray into writing an ongoing tale for this board.
Thanks Ogilthorpe for the appreciation. (I don't suppose there's any chance you could do an illustration for the story hmmmmm?"
Anyway, here's part 3.
Poreolight School Part 3
Jennifer and Lynsey sat comfy and relaxed on the settee while Rupert's cold body cooled their now clean soles. Rupert was far from being comfy or relaxed. He was cold for starters, they had wished him cold, so cold he was. He couldn't shiver, he couldn't move at all, but he felt like he was freezing. Also, being immobilised felt like being wrapped in tight, tight bandages or blankets. It was a bit like really painful cramp all over his body. Furthermore, being made to lie still, he could still feel pain. Everywhere his body touched the floor hurt. The back of his head hurt, especially with the weight of Jennifer's feet and legs pushing it down. His forehead hurt, where Jennifer's heel rested, with her other leg crossed over. His shoulder blades hurt, from constant pressure onto the floor, his buttocks were numb, as were his thighs, but his heels hurt as well, where the bones trapped skin between it and the hard floor. His cock hurt, from trying to inflate inside its restraint. Lynsey still took a moment every now and then to torture and torment him by ticking his balls with her toes.
"If we're gonna summon some insoles we'll need the Sletto House book of spells for 2nd Year Students," said Lynsey. Jennifer went to call the book from the shelf but Lynsey stopped her. "I'll get it," she said, shifting forward on her seat. She planted her bare feet side by side on Rupert's belly, then pushed herself to a standing position, straightening her knees, lifting herself upright, feeling her feet sink into Rupert's yielding flesh. She smiled as she stood upright, wiggling her toes in the plastic like flesh of Rupert's stomach. Rupert silently screamed. This girl was deliberately compressing his stomach, mushing the organ's beneath her pretty footsoles. She delighted in the pain it caused him. She marched on the spot. Rupert's eyes shed real tears of pain. His midsection felt as if it were on fire. Still the heartless girl smushed and mushed his stomach. "Be weaker" she commanded. Rupert's flesh became softer, more malleable, less firm. She sank deeper with every step, the resistance barely keeping her above the ground level. "Weaker," she whispered, feeling the skin become more elastic, letting her come down to the floor.
Finally she stood, grinning delightedly, separated from the floor only by the width of Rupert's skin. Rupert was in a whole new level of hell. His internal organs were stretched, squished and smushed out of the way. His spine had surrendered. "Be flat all over" Lynsey commanded. Rupert became stretched out like a carpet, "Now be a carpet over to the bookshelf." His body snaked across the floor to the bookshelf. Rupert's mind was reeling, the pain and disorientation were overwhelming. No matter how many times he was transfigured and abused, he never got used to it. Lynsey strolled along her living carpet, seeing her pretty feet leave indentations in the plastic like flesh, indentations which filled out and disappeared moments later. "I wonder if that hurts" she mused absently. She studied the effect, stepping forward onto her left foot, ballancing for several sesconds, then stepping back. She could see the shape of her heel, the side of her foor, the pad, and the pads of her toes. She laughed.
"I wonder what this will do?" she asked herself, arching her right foot forward, and bringing the sharp nails to bare. She cut his flesh with her painted toenails. The skin peeled back and split. Blood pooled in the opening. She pulled her toes back. The blood seemed to be reabsorbed, and the split healed. "This just gets better and better" she thought.
Rupert thought quite the opposite. For him it just kept getting worse and worse. Eac new agony taught him new levels of pain. The feeling of Lynsey's toes razoring through his flesh was like a million papercuts, and while his body soon healed, the pain lasted a lot longer. Each step she took on his stretched out body was like a punch, a sickening body blow that reverberated through his whole form.
Lynsey reached the book shelf. She started to work her way along the titles, standing on tiptoe for a better view. Her toes hurt him. Her heels as she came down knocked him sick and dizzy. When she found the book, and held it in her hands she bounced up and down, even jumping in theair a little. "Got it!" she announced delightedly. Then she ran back to join Jennifer on the couch.
Thanks Ogilthorpe for the appreciation. (I don't suppose there's any chance you could do an illustration for the story hmmmmm?"
Anyway, here's part 3.
Poreolight School Part 3
Jennifer and Lynsey sat comfy and relaxed on the settee while Rupert's cold body cooled their now clean soles. Rupert was far from being comfy or relaxed. He was cold for starters, they had wished him cold, so cold he was. He couldn't shiver, he couldn't move at all, but he felt like he was freezing. Also, being immobilised felt like being wrapped in tight, tight bandages or blankets. It was a bit like really painful cramp all over his body. Furthermore, being made to lie still, he could still feel pain. Everywhere his body touched the floor hurt. The back of his head hurt, especially with the weight of Jennifer's feet and legs pushing it down. His forehead hurt, where Jennifer's heel rested, with her other leg crossed over. His shoulder blades hurt, from constant pressure onto the floor, his buttocks were numb, as were his thighs, but his heels hurt as well, where the bones trapped skin between it and the hard floor. His cock hurt, from trying to inflate inside its restraint. Lynsey still took a moment every now and then to torture and torment him by ticking his balls with her toes.
"If we're gonna summon some insoles we'll need the Sletto House book of spells for 2nd Year Students," said Lynsey. Jennifer went to call the book from the shelf but Lynsey stopped her. "I'll get it," she said, shifting forward on her seat. She planted her bare feet side by side on Rupert's belly, then pushed herself to a standing position, straightening her knees, lifting herself upright, feeling her feet sink into Rupert's yielding flesh. She smiled as she stood upright, wiggling her toes in the plastic like flesh of Rupert's stomach. Rupert silently screamed. This girl was deliberately compressing his stomach, mushing the organ's beneath her pretty footsoles. She delighted in the pain it caused him. She marched on the spot. Rupert's eyes shed real tears of pain. His midsection felt as if it were on fire. Still the heartless girl smushed and mushed his stomach. "Be weaker" she commanded. Rupert's flesh became softer, more malleable, less firm. She sank deeper with every step, the resistance barely keeping her above the ground level. "Weaker," she whispered, feeling the skin become more elastic, letting her come down to the floor.
Finally she stood, grinning delightedly, separated from the floor only by the width of Rupert's skin. Rupert was in a whole new level of hell. His internal organs were stretched, squished and smushed out of the way. His spine had surrendered. "Be flat all over" Lynsey commanded. Rupert became stretched out like a carpet, "Now be a carpet over to the bookshelf." His body snaked across the floor to the bookshelf. Rupert's mind was reeling, the pain and disorientation were overwhelming. No matter how many times he was transfigured and abused, he never got used to it. Lynsey strolled along her living carpet, seeing her pretty feet leave indentations in the plastic like flesh, indentations which filled out and disappeared moments later. "I wonder if that hurts" she mused absently. She studied the effect, stepping forward onto her left foot, ballancing for several sesconds, then stepping back. She could see the shape of her heel, the side of her foor, the pad, and the pads of her toes. She laughed.
"I wonder what this will do?" she asked herself, arching her right foot forward, and bringing the sharp nails to bare. She cut his flesh with her painted toenails. The skin peeled back and split. Blood pooled in the opening. She pulled her toes back. The blood seemed to be reabsorbed, and the split healed. "This just gets better and better" she thought.
Rupert thought quite the opposite. For him it just kept getting worse and worse. Eac new agony taught him new levels of pain. The feeling of Lynsey's toes razoring through his flesh was like a million papercuts, and while his body soon healed, the pain lasted a lot longer. Each step she took on his stretched out body was like a punch, a sickening body blow that reverberated through his whole form.
Lynsey reached the book shelf. She started to work her way along the titles, standing on tiptoe for a better view. Her toes hurt him. Her heels as she came down knocked him sick and dizzy. When she found the book, and held it in her hands she bounced up and down, even jumping in theair a little. "Got it!" she announced delightedly. Then she ran back to join Jennifer on the couch.