Ste Letto
01-10-2003, 12:43 PM
Poreolight school part 11(a)
Elsewhere, Jennifer Blaze was also finding things very interesting. She had followed her instincts and headed downstairs to the lower floors. The first room she came to was a large hall that had been converted into a play room. To Jennifer's immediate right as she headed through the doors there was a row of four trampolines. Each trampoline was being used by a beautiful girl. Each of the girls had kicked off their shoes, and they were bouncing up and down, falling over, giggling and generally having fun. Jennifer approached the first trampoline. She watched as the girl, Nadine, a raven haired Irish girl with an incredibly pretty face, came down hard, stretching the mat of the trampoline under her nylon clad soles, then shot up into the air. Jennifer heard a loud groan as the girl was propelled toward the ceiling. She smiled to see that the entire mat was the stretched and distended figure of a man. From the look on his face and the way his eyes rolled he was feeling a lot of pain. He looked sick.
Colin, a young man from England, was suffering badly. It was horrid enough being stretched and distorted into this broad flat shape. It was immensely painful to have powerful springs piercing his body and tugging firmly at his sides. The addition of a wicked young minx of a girl who cared nothing for him or his suffering, or if she did care it was only to see how much suffering she could inflict; made it terribly worse. When she came down upon him and the soles of her stocking feet impacted him, it felt like she was breaking him up. She impacted his face, and he thought his skull might crack. She impacted his chest and he thought his straining ribs would give, splintering agonisingly under her pounding feet. When she hit his stomach he may as well have been thumped by an iron fist. His stomach muscles screamed and he felt sick and dizzy. Every time she landed on his groin he thought he might faint. It was a searing pain, like being burnt and crushed simultaneously.
Nadine bounced up and down gaily. She came down with feet together, heels first on the face, bent her knees, then whooped with delight as the living mat shot her upward again. She twisted in the air, and came down knees first on the man's chest, letting out a whoop of joy. Again, she stretched the mat down several feet before springing back into the air. She twisted in mid-air, to come down feet first on his belly. The man's face was a rictus of agony. Nadine simply grinned, delighted to see his grimace of pain, then shot up, raising her legs and feet out ahead of her so she could come down bottom first. Her pert and round and perfect bottom thumped into Colin's stomach knocking the air from him.
Jennifer kicked off her shoes and jumped up on the perimeter of the trampoline as Nadine came down, bum first, on Colin's face. The clever girl bounced upa again and let herself come to a halt. Nadine smiled and beckoned Jennifer on. Every footstep Jennifer took sank deep into the man's distorted form. To him it felt like she was tearing his limbs apart. He groaned helplessly as this pretty girl tortured him with her delicate feet by simply walking across his body. Nadine and Jennifer joined hands in the centre of the mat. They began bouncing on their toes, making the mat sink deeper and bounce a little higher each time. They bent their knees and used their calf muscles and thighs to get more energy. Soon they were lifting a few inches from the man that was their mat. Then they lifetd a few more and a few more. Soon they were bouncing several feet in the air. They laughed and cried out for joy, oblivious to the agonies they were inflicting while having their girlish fun.
Jennifer played on the trampoline for nearly an hour until finally she grew bored. She stepped off and decided to carry on looking round. She slipped her sandals back on and moved on. She saw a cluster of those dance machines they have in amusement arcades, the kind where you bounce on different squares in time to the music, following the pattern on the screen. On one in the middle she saw two Japanese looking girls playing against one another. They were both small, no more than 5ft 2, wearing white blouses, pleated tartan miniskirts, knee length white cotton socks and buffalo soled trainers. Each had black hair cut in a tidy bob. Jennifer realised they were twins. Each was frantically moving about, bouncing on the squares around them. Sometimes they would tap a foot on one square as instructed, sometimes they would bounce on pairs of squares, be it left and right, front and back or other combinations. It came as no surprise to Jennifer that in the centre of each square was a man's face, protruding through the floor and facing toward the ceiling. The Japanese twins had clearly been busy, the men's eyes were puffy and swollen shut, their noses were broken and bent over at unnatural angles, their cheeks and foreheads were clearly bruised, and their lips looked smashed and cut.
Jennifer was amazed at the speed of the girls movements, their slender legs were nearly a blur. She was impressed by their co-ordination and their intense desire to best each other. She watched as both girls shot out a right foot to tap the face that was the front square twice with the hard plastic toe of their shoe. Both stomped the already crooked noses on the faces that served as their squares. She grinned to see both girls jumping in the air before whipping both legs out, one left and one right, to bounce on the faces in the left and right squares three times. Each time, the girl's heels hit the men's chins, the soles crushed the men's noses and the toes of their shoes hit the men's already red and sore foreheads. The faces grimaced under the constant punishment. The beat of the music grew faster and faster and the girls' movements followed suit. They stamped their feet down harder with every beat, leaving the men looking like they had gone ten rounds in a boxing match and lost badly. Jennifer giggled to see the girls running in place on their centre square faces, until the round ended and the game was momentarily tied.
Jennifer smiled, then realised she was thirsty. She decided to head upstairs to the bar. That meant she missed the next room. The next room was an indoor tennis court. Four girls were having a game of doubles. All wore sleeveless white cotton tennis dresses, white ankle socks and trainers. Each girl had a cooling man insole for each shoe, and each had six shrunken men laying across the soles of their shoes to form a padded tread. These men were be flattened out agonisingly with each step, then reflated as the pressure lifted; only to be flattened again moments later. As the girls moved, running, stopping, changing direction, slamming their feet down on the hard wood floor, the men inside and outside their shoes were twisted and pummelled in exquisitely painful ways. They weren't the only men suffering for the girls fun though.
Elsewhere, Jennifer Blaze was also finding things very interesting. She had followed her instincts and headed downstairs to the lower floors. The first room she came to was a large hall that had been converted into a play room. To Jennifer's immediate right as she headed through the doors there was a row of four trampolines. Each trampoline was being used by a beautiful girl. Each of the girls had kicked off their shoes, and they were bouncing up and down, falling over, giggling and generally having fun. Jennifer approached the first trampoline. She watched as the girl, Nadine, a raven haired Irish girl with an incredibly pretty face, came down hard, stretching the mat of the trampoline under her nylon clad soles, then shot up into the air. Jennifer heard a loud groan as the girl was propelled toward the ceiling. She smiled to see that the entire mat was the stretched and distended figure of a man. From the look on his face and the way his eyes rolled he was feeling a lot of pain. He looked sick.
Colin, a young man from England, was suffering badly. It was horrid enough being stretched and distorted into this broad flat shape. It was immensely painful to have powerful springs piercing his body and tugging firmly at his sides. The addition of a wicked young minx of a girl who cared nothing for him or his suffering, or if she did care it was only to see how much suffering she could inflict; made it terribly worse. When she came down upon him and the soles of her stocking feet impacted him, it felt like she was breaking him up. She impacted his face, and he thought his skull might crack. She impacted his chest and he thought his straining ribs would give, splintering agonisingly under her pounding feet. When she hit his stomach he may as well have been thumped by an iron fist. His stomach muscles screamed and he felt sick and dizzy. Every time she landed on his groin he thought he might faint. It was a searing pain, like being burnt and crushed simultaneously.
Nadine bounced up and down gaily. She came down with feet together, heels first on the face, bent her knees, then whooped with delight as the living mat shot her upward again. She twisted in the air, and came down knees first on the man's chest, letting out a whoop of joy. Again, she stretched the mat down several feet before springing back into the air. She twisted in mid-air, to come down feet first on his belly. The man's face was a rictus of agony. Nadine simply grinned, delighted to see his grimace of pain, then shot up, raising her legs and feet out ahead of her so she could come down bottom first. Her pert and round and perfect bottom thumped into Colin's stomach knocking the air from him.
Jennifer kicked off her shoes and jumped up on the perimeter of the trampoline as Nadine came down, bum first, on Colin's face. The clever girl bounced upa again and let herself come to a halt. Nadine smiled and beckoned Jennifer on. Every footstep Jennifer took sank deep into the man's distorted form. To him it felt like she was tearing his limbs apart. He groaned helplessly as this pretty girl tortured him with her delicate feet by simply walking across his body. Nadine and Jennifer joined hands in the centre of the mat. They began bouncing on their toes, making the mat sink deeper and bounce a little higher each time. They bent their knees and used their calf muscles and thighs to get more energy. Soon they were lifting a few inches from the man that was their mat. Then they lifetd a few more and a few more. Soon they were bouncing several feet in the air. They laughed and cried out for joy, oblivious to the agonies they were inflicting while having their girlish fun.
Jennifer played on the trampoline for nearly an hour until finally she grew bored. She stepped off and decided to carry on looking round. She slipped her sandals back on and moved on. She saw a cluster of those dance machines they have in amusement arcades, the kind where you bounce on different squares in time to the music, following the pattern on the screen. On one in the middle she saw two Japanese looking girls playing against one another. They were both small, no more than 5ft 2, wearing white blouses, pleated tartan miniskirts, knee length white cotton socks and buffalo soled trainers. Each had black hair cut in a tidy bob. Jennifer realised they were twins. Each was frantically moving about, bouncing on the squares around them. Sometimes they would tap a foot on one square as instructed, sometimes they would bounce on pairs of squares, be it left and right, front and back or other combinations. It came as no surprise to Jennifer that in the centre of each square was a man's face, protruding through the floor and facing toward the ceiling. The Japanese twins had clearly been busy, the men's eyes were puffy and swollen shut, their noses were broken and bent over at unnatural angles, their cheeks and foreheads were clearly bruised, and their lips looked smashed and cut.
Jennifer was amazed at the speed of the girls movements, their slender legs were nearly a blur. She was impressed by their co-ordination and their intense desire to best each other. She watched as both girls shot out a right foot to tap the face that was the front square twice with the hard plastic toe of their shoe. Both stomped the already crooked noses on the faces that served as their squares. She grinned to see both girls jumping in the air before whipping both legs out, one left and one right, to bounce on the faces in the left and right squares three times. Each time, the girl's heels hit the men's chins, the soles crushed the men's noses and the toes of their shoes hit the men's already red and sore foreheads. The faces grimaced under the constant punishment. The beat of the music grew faster and faster and the girls' movements followed suit. They stamped their feet down harder with every beat, leaving the men looking like they had gone ten rounds in a boxing match and lost badly. Jennifer giggled to see the girls running in place on their centre square faces, until the round ended and the game was momentarily tied.
Jennifer smiled, then realised she was thirsty. She decided to head upstairs to the bar. That meant she missed the next room. The next room was an indoor tennis court. Four girls were having a game of doubles. All wore sleeveless white cotton tennis dresses, white ankle socks and trainers. Each girl had a cooling man insole for each shoe, and each had six shrunken men laying across the soles of their shoes to form a padded tread. These men were be flattened out agonisingly with each step, then reflated as the pressure lifted; only to be flattened again moments later. As the girls moved, running, stopping, changing direction, slamming their feet down on the hard wood floor, the men inside and outside their shoes were twisted and pummelled in exquisitely painful ways. They weren't the only men suffering for the girls fun though.