Ste Letto
01-07-2003, 8:30 AM
Poreolight school part 10(b)
Jennifer and Lynsey crossed the main entrance and went into the ballroom. The ballroom was vast. Ten gigantic chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Marble columns ran around the perimeter. Tables ran in a vast rectangle around the dance floor. At one end there was a stage where an orchestra of girls played. The dance floor was wooden. Jennifer noted something unusual about the floor.
Like bizarre growths, springing from the wooden floor, there were hands and penises protruding through holes. She guessed that there must have been thousands of men lying trapped in little cells beneath the dance floor. Each in total darkness, aware only of muted sounds from above, aware that at any moment they may feel a foot come down to squash their appendages. Already, Jennifer noted, many penises and hands showed signs of severe damage, being bent and flattened into quite unnatural shapes. Several bore rounded holes where sharp heels had penetrated.
Jennifer saw a group of girls jumping up and down. She walked across the floor to see what they were doing. Quite without deliberate intent, she had taken only two steps when her own foot came down on a protruding penis. She felt the toe of her shoe impact soft flesh, then felt something squashing out beneath her toe, like an overpacked sausage. She smiled with the realisation of what she'd done and carried on. She didn't even look down or back. Ahead of her she saw a girl in black, knee high, wedge soled boots, casually flattening a cock under her heel. The girl was facing away from Jennifer, and seemed to be telling a joke. The girl was stood quite still, keeping her heel on the bent over penis, oblivious to the agonies she was generating. Jennifer thought the girl looked athletic, in her black boots, black pants and tight vest top.
Jennifer saw that other girls in the group were stood on hands and fingers. One girl had her spiked heel right through a man's palm. The girl seemed to be stood with her heel on the floor. Jennifer realised she had gone straight through the man's hand. She smiled to see there was no blood. "Blood is messy stuff," Jennifer thought, "a girl doesn't want nasty blood spoiling her shoes; even a witch might slip. So, no blood. Pain for him, but no blood." She was pleased that everything was as it should be. As she watched, the girl impaling the man's hand angled her heel back, raising her toes, widening the hole in the palm she was torturing. She seemed to be doing this quite unconsciously, as if it were simply a form of fidgeting. It amused Jennifer that a casual act of fidegting could be so cruel.
Rounding this group, planting a heel tip on the tip of a man's finger, barely aware of the skin and bone exploding beneath the incredible pressure; she came on the group that were jumping up and down. Six girls stood in a ring, around a man who lay prone on the floor. Four stood inside the ring, on the man, using their friends to brace themselves and balance themselves. Each girl was trampling the man hard. His body seemed strangely malleable, like some sort of putty. It slowly falttened and squashed out under the merciless and relentless attack. Vanessa, who was on his lower legs threw her head back and laughed, her long black hair tossing freely. She looked stunning in a sleeveless, V-neck white dress and flat white romanesque sandals with thin straps that criss crossed her feet and lower legs up to her knees where they were tied in abow. Under her stamping feet, the mans shins looked broader and flatter than they had any right to be.
Next to her, Laura was flattening his thighs and groin. Laura looked more intimidating than her friend. She had long blonde hair, and stood 5ft 11. She had kicked off her shoes, revealing big, long, broad size 10 feet. She wore opaque white tights, a black miniskirt, a white cotton blouse and a thin black tie. She looked almost militaristic. This girl looked aggressive and energetic. She alternated between jumping up and down, or simply stamping her big sole down. She stamped on each thigh, then his groing, driving her heel down hard. Again the man appeared to be flattening out under her stomping feet. Next to her was Echo Young, a Japanese girl. She was almost elfin, with tiny features, short black hair and a willowly frame. She wore a red, gold and green dress with delicate flower patterns, white tights and wooden soled shoes. She repeatedly jabbed the heels of those shoes into the man's stomach and chest. His stomach was very flat, and his ribcage seemed to have bent inward alarmingly. However, it was his head that was the most remarkable. It wasn't just the girl on his head who was stamping down on it, as each girl at that end was also taking a turn. Holly Cartwright was the girl on his head. The beautiful auburn haired girl wore a bright red cheerleader's outfit, and a lot of the manoeuvres she did on his face were cheerleader moves.
Holly jumped up, to stand on her friends' shoulders, turned to face her victim, then leapt in the air, coming down with the hard soles of both running shoes pressed side by side, to hammer the man's already crushed head. His head grew wider and flatter. Holly stepped back slightly as the three girls at the man's head each delivered a stomp to their rag doll's face.
Jennifer approached the girls, spearing a man's testicle on the way, and stood close by. "He's in a lot of pain," Echo told her, "we've made him turn plastic. See the way he's flattening out. It feels just the same as if we ran over him in a ten ton truck, but we use our feet instead. Shame for him he can't pass out. He just has to lie there and take it." Echo laughed, "and if we get him flat, we just pump him up and start again. Cool huh!!!" Jennifer had to admit it was very cool.
end of part 10(b)
Jennifer and Lynsey crossed the main entrance and went into the ballroom. The ballroom was vast. Ten gigantic chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Marble columns ran around the perimeter. Tables ran in a vast rectangle around the dance floor. At one end there was a stage where an orchestra of girls played. The dance floor was wooden. Jennifer noted something unusual about the floor.
Like bizarre growths, springing from the wooden floor, there were hands and penises protruding through holes. She guessed that there must have been thousands of men lying trapped in little cells beneath the dance floor. Each in total darkness, aware only of muted sounds from above, aware that at any moment they may feel a foot come down to squash their appendages. Already, Jennifer noted, many penises and hands showed signs of severe damage, being bent and flattened into quite unnatural shapes. Several bore rounded holes where sharp heels had penetrated.
Jennifer saw a group of girls jumping up and down. She walked across the floor to see what they were doing. Quite without deliberate intent, she had taken only two steps when her own foot came down on a protruding penis. She felt the toe of her shoe impact soft flesh, then felt something squashing out beneath her toe, like an overpacked sausage. She smiled with the realisation of what she'd done and carried on. She didn't even look down or back. Ahead of her she saw a girl in black, knee high, wedge soled boots, casually flattening a cock under her heel. The girl was facing away from Jennifer, and seemed to be telling a joke. The girl was stood quite still, keeping her heel on the bent over penis, oblivious to the agonies she was generating. Jennifer thought the girl looked athletic, in her black boots, black pants and tight vest top.
Jennifer saw that other girls in the group were stood on hands and fingers. One girl had her spiked heel right through a man's palm. The girl seemed to be stood with her heel on the floor. Jennifer realised she had gone straight through the man's hand. She smiled to see there was no blood. "Blood is messy stuff," Jennifer thought, "a girl doesn't want nasty blood spoiling her shoes; even a witch might slip. So, no blood. Pain for him, but no blood." She was pleased that everything was as it should be. As she watched, the girl impaling the man's hand angled her heel back, raising her toes, widening the hole in the palm she was torturing. She seemed to be doing this quite unconsciously, as if it were simply a form of fidgeting. It amused Jennifer that a casual act of fidegting could be so cruel.
Rounding this group, planting a heel tip on the tip of a man's finger, barely aware of the skin and bone exploding beneath the incredible pressure; she came on the group that were jumping up and down. Six girls stood in a ring, around a man who lay prone on the floor. Four stood inside the ring, on the man, using their friends to brace themselves and balance themselves. Each girl was trampling the man hard. His body seemed strangely malleable, like some sort of putty. It slowly falttened and squashed out under the merciless and relentless attack. Vanessa, who was on his lower legs threw her head back and laughed, her long black hair tossing freely. She looked stunning in a sleeveless, V-neck white dress and flat white romanesque sandals with thin straps that criss crossed her feet and lower legs up to her knees where they were tied in abow. Under her stamping feet, the mans shins looked broader and flatter than they had any right to be.
Next to her, Laura was flattening his thighs and groin. Laura looked more intimidating than her friend. She had long blonde hair, and stood 5ft 11. She had kicked off her shoes, revealing big, long, broad size 10 feet. She wore opaque white tights, a black miniskirt, a white cotton blouse and a thin black tie. She looked almost militaristic. This girl looked aggressive and energetic. She alternated between jumping up and down, or simply stamping her big sole down. She stamped on each thigh, then his groing, driving her heel down hard. Again the man appeared to be flattening out under her stomping feet. Next to her was Echo Young, a Japanese girl. She was almost elfin, with tiny features, short black hair and a willowly frame. She wore a red, gold and green dress with delicate flower patterns, white tights and wooden soled shoes. She repeatedly jabbed the heels of those shoes into the man's stomach and chest. His stomach was very flat, and his ribcage seemed to have bent inward alarmingly. However, it was his head that was the most remarkable. It wasn't just the girl on his head who was stamping down on it, as each girl at that end was also taking a turn. Holly Cartwright was the girl on his head. The beautiful auburn haired girl wore a bright red cheerleader's outfit, and a lot of the manoeuvres she did on his face were cheerleader moves.
Holly jumped up, to stand on her friends' shoulders, turned to face her victim, then leapt in the air, coming down with the hard soles of both running shoes pressed side by side, to hammer the man's already crushed head. His head grew wider and flatter. Holly stepped back slightly as the three girls at the man's head each delivered a stomp to their rag doll's face.
Jennifer approached the girls, spearing a man's testicle on the way, and stood close by. "He's in a lot of pain," Echo told her, "we've made him turn plastic. See the way he's flattening out. It feels just the same as if we ran over him in a ten ton truck, but we use our feet instead. Shame for him he can't pass out. He just has to lie there and take it." Echo laughed, "and if we get him flat, we just pump him up and start again. Cool huh!!!" Jennifer had to admit it was very cool.
end of part 10(b)