Ste Letto
01-07-2003, 8:27 AM
The end of term party covers parts 10 and 11. Even then, the parts are too big to go in one thread. Therefore, part 10 comes as part 10(a) and part 10(b).
Here is part 10(a)
Poreolight school part 10(a)
It was the night of the witches end of year party at Poreolight School. Jennifer and Lynsey both looked stunning in their new outfits. They stood outside the castle that now served as Poreolight School and looked up at the lights shining from windows on every floor. The sounds of music and laughter drifted down to them. Around them, groups of young girls were arriving, gathering together, then making their way up the long staircase.
The giggling girls made their way up the stairs in groups of two or three. It seemed almost all of the girls were wearing boots or shoes with high heels, although every now and then Jennifer and Lynsey spotted some in flat soles. The staircase groaned under the weight of the girls. Well, strictly speaking it wasn't the staircase that groaned but the individual steps. As usual, each step on the staircase was a rigidly paralysed, slightly stretched and flattened male who had either volunteered, by having fantasies about serving in such a way, or been chosen because they deserved punishment. The face and shape of each manstep was clearly defined. The first two steps were Malcolm and Rupert.
The two males lay paralysed and helpless as girl after girl after girl strode casually toward them. The pair could do nothing but anticipate as they saw each girl come closer and closer before pressing a sexily clad foot onto head, chest, belly, groin or legs; and stepping up. Rupert, Malcolm and every other step on the living staircase saw and felt every single girl as they each put all their weight on one foot, on them, and raised themselves up.
Spiked heels dug into flesh, tearing it, making the recipient scream in silent agony. Even flat soled boots caused great pain, thumping into tenderised stomachs, chests, faces, groins, thighs or shins. The girls were excited and playful. Some would deliberately target every face on the staircase, jabbing needle sharp heeltips into jaws, noses, eyes or foreheads. Others targeted every groin, jabbing cock or balls with heels, or pressing them flat under soles, generating waves of unbearable nausea.. Other girls took no interest at all in the living steps and simply strolled or ran up them as the mood took them.
Lynsey and Jennifer studied the males for a while, seeing how pockmarked and scarred they were under the onslaught of so many shoes and so many spiked heel tips. Much as a wooden floor will show indents from high heels, the paralysed bodies of Malcolm, Rupert and all the living steps bore the same evidence. "It's a good job the spell gives them some protection," thought Jennifer, "it looks like several heels have gone straight into their eyes." She could see the skin all around the boys eye sockets was badly marked, and their ever open eyes showed deep scratches. "I want these steps to see what's coming, that way they'll be more afraid. I'll make their eyeballs undamageable. Of course, a heel in the eye will still hurt!" She thought, chuckling softly at that last idea. She made a quick incantation then moved up the stairs, following Lynsey who was several stairs ahead.
Lynsey paused part way up and turned to look for her friend. "Hurry up," she chided, oblivious to the fact that her left heel tip was at that very moment pressing agonisingly into a young man's open eye. The young man, one Darren Rogers, was there because he had fantasised about being trampled by beautiful girls ever since he was a young boy. The girl above him, who he could see clearly despite the abuse of his eye, was the perfect representation of all his fantasies. She was incredibly beautiful, tall, slender and just slightly arrogant. Her clothes also matched every fantasy he had. Even as her heel tip twisted, when her friend joined her, sending sharp jags of pain through his brain, he didn't stop lusting after her one bit. Lynsey read something of the boy's intensity, feeling herself getting energised by his desire for her to dominate him. "I choose you", she said into his mind, "to be mine for the rest of your life. You will serve me and love me as I use and abuse you for my own ends. You are mine. I will leave you here for the rest of the party, but tonight I will wear you home as the shoe that is currently torturing your eye." She laughed gaily, giddy with the power she gained from the young man's ardour.
Stepping onto the next male, she headed into the entrance hall, without so much as a backward glance. The entrance hall was bustling with stunning girls in party clothes. The floor was a gigantic diamond panel, beneath which hundreds of men lay, helpless, pinned and paralysed, staring upward. Being witches, none of the girls had any difficulty walking on this floor.
The young, beautiful, haughty and powerful girls stood together in groups of two, three or more, some were sipping drinks, some simply standing. Girls crossed the floor in every direction. None of them gave even the slightest attention to the men beneath the floor. That the men were being crushed and slowly suffocated didn't matter one jot. They would be magically healed and kept alive, they wouldn't die, they'd simply suffer; so the girls didn't worry.
Here is part 10(a)
Poreolight school part 10(a)
It was the night of the witches end of year party at Poreolight School. Jennifer and Lynsey both looked stunning in their new outfits. They stood outside the castle that now served as Poreolight School and looked up at the lights shining from windows on every floor. The sounds of music and laughter drifted down to them. Around them, groups of young girls were arriving, gathering together, then making their way up the long staircase.
The giggling girls made their way up the stairs in groups of two or three. It seemed almost all of the girls were wearing boots or shoes with high heels, although every now and then Jennifer and Lynsey spotted some in flat soles. The staircase groaned under the weight of the girls. Well, strictly speaking it wasn't the staircase that groaned but the individual steps. As usual, each step on the staircase was a rigidly paralysed, slightly stretched and flattened male who had either volunteered, by having fantasies about serving in such a way, or been chosen because they deserved punishment. The face and shape of each manstep was clearly defined. The first two steps were Malcolm and Rupert.
The two males lay paralysed and helpless as girl after girl after girl strode casually toward them. The pair could do nothing but anticipate as they saw each girl come closer and closer before pressing a sexily clad foot onto head, chest, belly, groin or legs; and stepping up. Rupert, Malcolm and every other step on the living staircase saw and felt every single girl as they each put all their weight on one foot, on them, and raised themselves up.
Spiked heels dug into flesh, tearing it, making the recipient scream in silent agony. Even flat soled boots caused great pain, thumping into tenderised stomachs, chests, faces, groins, thighs or shins. The girls were excited and playful. Some would deliberately target every face on the staircase, jabbing needle sharp heeltips into jaws, noses, eyes or foreheads. Others targeted every groin, jabbing cock or balls with heels, or pressing them flat under soles, generating waves of unbearable nausea.. Other girls took no interest at all in the living steps and simply strolled or ran up them as the mood took them.
Lynsey and Jennifer studied the males for a while, seeing how pockmarked and scarred they were under the onslaught of so many shoes and so many spiked heel tips. Much as a wooden floor will show indents from high heels, the paralysed bodies of Malcolm, Rupert and all the living steps bore the same evidence. "It's a good job the spell gives them some protection," thought Jennifer, "it looks like several heels have gone straight into their eyes." She could see the skin all around the boys eye sockets was badly marked, and their ever open eyes showed deep scratches. "I want these steps to see what's coming, that way they'll be more afraid. I'll make their eyeballs undamageable. Of course, a heel in the eye will still hurt!" She thought, chuckling softly at that last idea. She made a quick incantation then moved up the stairs, following Lynsey who was several stairs ahead.
Lynsey paused part way up and turned to look for her friend. "Hurry up," she chided, oblivious to the fact that her left heel tip was at that very moment pressing agonisingly into a young man's open eye. The young man, one Darren Rogers, was there because he had fantasised about being trampled by beautiful girls ever since he was a young boy. The girl above him, who he could see clearly despite the abuse of his eye, was the perfect representation of all his fantasies. She was incredibly beautiful, tall, slender and just slightly arrogant. Her clothes also matched every fantasy he had. Even as her heel tip twisted, when her friend joined her, sending sharp jags of pain through his brain, he didn't stop lusting after her one bit. Lynsey read something of the boy's intensity, feeling herself getting energised by his desire for her to dominate him. "I choose you", she said into his mind, "to be mine for the rest of your life. You will serve me and love me as I use and abuse you for my own ends. You are mine. I will leave you here for the rest of the party, but tonight I will wear you home as the shoe that is currently torturing your eye." She laughed gaily, giddy with the power she gained from the young man's ardour.
Stepping onto the next male, she headed into the entrance hall, without so much as a backward glance. The entrance hall was bustling with stunning girls in party clothes. The floor was a gigantic diamond panel, beneath which hundreds of men lay, helpless, pinned and paralysed, staring upward. Being witches, none of the girls had any difficulty walking on this floor.
The young, beautiful, haughty and powerful girls stood together in groups of two, three or more, some were sipping drinks, some simply standing. Girls crossed the floor in every direction. None of them gave even the slightest attention to the men beneath the floor. That the men were being crushed and slowly suffocated didn't matter one jot. They would be magically healed and kept alive, they wouldn't die, they'd simply suffer; so the girls didn't worry.