Ste Letto
01-01-2003, 5:59 AM
Hi everybody,
hope people are still liking, here are parts 6 and 7. I took on the suggestion of having someone turned into the heel of a girl's shoe. Any more suggestions and I'll see what I can do. I haven't forgotten the request for Jen's mom to come back into it.
Poreolight School part 6
Jennifer put on a pink, long sleeved top, tight white jeans, cut off at the bottom to show about two inches above the ankle, a spangly pink belt, and flat sandals with thin straps that crisscrosed her pretty feet. Rupert became the insole of her right shoe, feeling the length of his naked body pressing firmly up and into the soft, cool and slightly clammy sole of her foot. He was looking up through the gap between her toes, inhaling her delicate scent. The ball of her foot hammered his chest with every step, forcing the air from him in a painful and debilitating way. He felt as if his ribs were being pummelled to breaking point. The heel crushed and crunched his feet and lower legs.
Lynsey put on a sleeveless, light blue top with thin shoulder straps and a star shape picked out in rhinestones, a denim miniskirt, and black leather, knee high, boots. Malcolm found himself serving as the tread of Lynsey's right boot. His perspective was face down. Every step brought fresh pain and fresh terror. As her foot hit the floor, heel first, toes second he went through a range of unpleasant experiences. First he was jolted to a sickening halt, his momentum rapidly stopped, leaving him feeling faint, dizzy and nauseous. Then he was reminded that her toe was about to come down. As Lynsey's centre of balance shifted, and she moved forward, he was suddenly accelarated again. The floor, which he had for an instant seen with total clarity, rushed toward him. Even before he could scream, Malcolm felt himself slammed into the ground beneath Lynsey's boot. He would scream, in silent agony as her foot compressed him into the floor. This was far worse as the girls crossed the gravel path to the drive. Under her booted foot, Malcom was smashed into the sharp gravel. He felt as if he were being cut by thousands of glass shards. Her booted foot would impact, slip, twist, then settle. Malcolm felt torn, twisted and ripped as she walked. Some of the gravel remained embedded in the tread, and Malcolm felt as if it were piercing his very body.
The girls were laughing and chatting as they crossed the drive, oblivious to the pain and distress of the helpless males beneath their feet. Lynsey was driving, so Jennifer sat in the passenger seat. Before she sat, she turned Rupert into her chair. To him it felt as if he were upside down. His face was the seat, his torso and thighs the rear of the chair, with his arms up along side, his legs bent sharply at the knees, with his lower legs and feet pointing down toward the floor of the car. Jennifer looked down into his face and smiled, then turned about to present her tightly sheathed bottom, hovering only inches overhead. Rupert admired the backs of her thighs, taut, long and muscular, and felt himself growing helplessly aroused. His eyes took in the rounded perfection of Jennifer's arse cheeks. They were full, fruity and magnificent. He could see her panty line beneath the denim.
It seemed like slow motion to him as she bent her knees and sat in her seat. Those perfect cheeks loomed larger and closer, blotting out all the light as they surged toward his helpless face. His world went dark, and hot and humid. She was crushing his face. She wriggled to get comfy, leaning back against his legs. His contorted body hurt; paralysed and twisted for her pleasure, his nerves all sent complaints in the form of pain to his overtaxed brain. He was dimly aware of Jennifer fastening her safety belt. Somehow this last act just magnified his feelings of despair and helpess degradation. He felt the girl twist in her seat, raising one butt cheek slightly, then he heard the unmistakable rasp of her passing wind, before she slammed her butt back down again, ensuring that he breathed in the whole unpleasant emission. He couldn't know that she had wished herself to fart, using a childhood spell that she had learnt years ago. He felt hot, sick, pained and nauseous.
Lynsey meanwhile was busy driving them to the mall. Under her booted toes Malcolm suffered, pressed into the ridged pedal of their automatic car. He was pushed against the accelerator with a steady, headache inducing pressure. Only occassioanlly did he get a moment's respite, but that was only for Lynsey to move her foot to the brake, which she applied with firm pressure. The fact that he knew she was completely oblivious to his suffering only made it worse.
After three quarters of an hour drive, the girls arrived at the Mall. Jennifer immediately put Rupert back on her insole. Lynsey left Malcolm on her boot sole, suffering with every step. The girls had a good 6 hours before the Mall closed and they were determined to make the most of it. Each could read minds if they wished, and they could monitor for certain thoughts that inspired them to action.
Jennifer set off in one direction, Lynsey the other.
hope people are still liking, here are parts 6 and 7. I took on the suggestion of having someone turned into the heel of a girl's shoe. Any more suggestions and I'll see what I can do. I haven't forgotten the request for Jen's mom to come back into it.
Poreolight School part 6
Jennifer put on a pink, long sleeved top, tight white jeans, cut off at the bottom to show about two inches above the ankle, a spangly pink belt, and flat sandals with thin straps that crisscrosed her pretty feet. Rupert became the insole of her right shoe, feeling the length of his naked body pressing firmly up and into the soft, cool and slightly clammy sole of her foot. He was looking up through the gap between her toes, inhaling her delicate scent. The ball of her foot hammered his chest with every step, forcing the air from him in a painful and debilitating way. He felt as if his ribs were being pummelled to breaking point. The heel crushed and crunched his feet and lower legs.
Lynsey put on a sleeveless, light blue top with thin shoulder straps and a star shape picked out in rhinestones, a denim miniskirt, and black leather, knee high, boots. Malcolm found himself serving as the tread of Lynsey's right boot. His perspective was face down. Every step brought fresh pain and fresh terror. As her foot hit the floor, heel first, toes second he went through a range of unpleasant experiences. First he was jolted to a sickening halt, his momentum rapidly stopped, leaving him feeling faint, dizzy and nauseous. Then he was reminded that her toe was about to come down. As Lynsey's centre of balance shifted, and she moved forward, he was suddenly accelarated again. The floor, which he had for an instant seen with total clarity, rushed toward him. Even before he could scream, Malcolm felt himself slammed into the ground beneath Lynsey's boot. He would scream, in silent agony as her foot compressed him into the floor. This was far worse as the girls crossed the gravel path to the drive. Under her booted foot, Malcom was smashed into the sharp gravel. He felt as if he were being cut by thousands of glass shards. Her booted foot would impact, slip, twist, then settle. Malcolm felt torn, twisted and ripped as she walked. Some of the gravel remained embedded in the tread, and Malcolm felt as if it were piercing his very body.
The girls were laughing and chatting as they crossed the drive, oblivious to the pain and distress of the helpless males beneath their feet. Lynsey was driving, so Jennifer sat in the passenger seat. Before she sat, she turned Rupert into her chair. To him it felt as if he were upside down. His face was the seat, his torso and thighs the rear of the chair, with his arms up along side, his legs bent sharply at the knees, with his lower legs and feet pointing down toward the floor of the car. Jennifer looked down into his face and smiled, then turned about to present her tightly sheathed bottom, hovering only inches overhead. Rupert admired the backs of her thighs, taut, long and muscular, and felt himself growing helplessly aroused. His eyes took in the rounded perfection of Jennifer's arse cheeks. They were full, fruity and magnificent. He could see her panty line beneath the denim.
It seemed like slow motion to him as she bent her knees and sat in her seat. Those perfect cheeks loomed larger and closer, blotting out all the light as they surged toward his helpless face. His world went dark, and hot and humid. She was crushing his face. She wriggled to get comfy, leaning back against his legs. His contorted body hurt; paralysed and twisted for her pleasure, his nerves all sent complaints in the form of pain to his overtaxed brain. He was dimly aware of Jennifer fastening her safety belt. Somehow this last act just magnified his feelings of despair and helpess degradation. He felt the girl twist in her seat, raising one butt cheek slightly, then he heard the unmistakable rasp of her passing wind, before she slammed her butt back down again, ensuring that he breathed in the whole unpleasant emission. He couldn't know that she had wished herself to fart, using a childhood spell that she had learnt years ago. He felt hot, sick, pained and nauseous.
Lynsey meanwhile was busy driving them to the mall. Under her booted toes Malcolm suffered, pressed into the ridged pedal of their automatic car. He was pushed against the accelerator with a steady, headache inducing pressure. Only occassioanlly did he get a moment's respite, but that was only for Lynsey to move her foot to the brake, which she applied with firm pressure. The fact that he knew she was completely oblivious to his suffering only made it worse.
After three quarters of an hour drive, the girls arrived at the Mall. Jennifer immediately put Rupert back on her insole. Lynsey left Malcolm on her boot sole, suffering with every step. The girls had a good 6 hours before the Mall closed and they were determined to make the most of it. Each could read minds if they wished, and they could monitor for certain thoughts that inspired them to action.
Jennifer set off in one direction, Lynsey the other.