Lone Stranger
08-25-2002, 12:38 PM
This is Chapter 12 of a continuing story started on Daddo's old board. For those who are unfamiliar, the other 11 chapters can be found on http://www.daddostrample.com. Daddo may move those earlier chapters to this board. Or I can repost them is there is enough demand.
Support 12
The worst was when the girls got the idea to move me. Just for a while. Just to try out something new.
When the store was closed, they had me cut another hole in the floor. This one was right inside the main entrance. I cut the hole and fashioned another urethane mold. Then I made a wooden cover to cover the mold when I wasn't in it and the same carpet and cover cloth as with my other hole. I arranged it so my feet faced the door. This way at least I would get some idea of who was on me before they stepped on my face. Of course, if they were leaving, I got a foot in the face first thing and then the rest of my body would get trampled. To prevent someone from tripping over my feet I built that part of my new mold a little different from the old one. Everything from my knee down was bent downward so the top surface was below floor level. Then I fashioned a urethane cap, similar to the one made for my throat, which covered my lower legs and feet to make a level surface right up to just over my knees. Everything from my thighs to my face was exposed. There was an extension on the mold that ran up between my legs and stopped just at my crotch to prevent someone from stepping into the space between my legs and tripping. I had to keep in mind that none of the people above would be aware that I was anything other than a soft smooth rug. I had to remove the trip hazards or someone would stumble on me and fall. And that was not something I wanted to contemplate. In the first place, they would probably fall on me! That could be devastating. Then there could be lawsuits, I would risk being discovered; there would be questions and inquiries and, in general, it could get to be a real mess.
I didn't realize it until I got into my mold that fateful morning, but the day they picked for my little experiment was the day of their once-a-year sale! It was too late to back out now, but as I lay in my mold waiting for the doors to open it suddenly dawned on me. This was by far the busiest day of the year. The clothes in this shop were fairly expensive and some women waited all year for the chance to grab some at sale prices.
As I lay there contemplating this someone approached from my left and stepped on my face and moved off to the right. It was Ginger. I could tell by her weight and the way she twisted her foot as she stepped on my face. She was hurrying off to her workstation.
In a few minutes I heard footsteps behind my head and Betty stepped on my face with both feet and then just stood there. She shifted her weight around some, but just stood her ground. It was as if she was waiting for something. I guess she was waiting for the time to open the doors. I don't know if she was checking her watch or something else, but whatever she was doing, she was doing it on my face. Her heels were digging into my forehead. Her soles were mashing the rest of my face. Her right sole was squarely on my nose and mouth, making breathing difficult. The longer she stood there the more the panic began to grow in me. What had I gotten myself into? What was it going to be like when she opened those doors? I longed for the safety of Carol's workstation with the familiar feel of my wife's feet standing on my face.
After a bit I could tell that Betty's anxiety was increasing. She began to shift her weight around some and twist her feet in a nervous manner. I could tell the time was near. As the anxiety increased so did the size of my cock. I could feel it starting to swell; partly because of Betty standing on my face and partly because of the anticipation of what was about to come.
Suddenly Betty launched herself off of my face. She pushed off hard and her foot landed squarely in my stomach; driving her spike heel in deep. Her next step missed me entirely. It was about to begin. I could hear a key working in a lock and the sudden rush of air and an increase in noise from many voices. And the scary sound of many shoes walking all at the same time. That sound actually made my, now hard, cock whither some; so awesome was its impact on my psychic.
I didn't have to wait long. The first thing I felt was a spike heel driving hard into my thigh. I almost yelled out. She seemed heavier than most I was used to or maybe she was just walking harder as she hurried along into the store. The next foot quickly followed landing heavily in my stomach. Even if I grunted some... no one could hear it. Then another lady's foot smashed into my crotch, crushing my hard cock, at about the same time as the first lady's foot crashed into my face; driving in heel first onto my chin then right down on my nose and fore head. I could almost hear the "splat" as she walked over my face. I didn't have much time to consider the pain as the second lady's foot, high heel first, crashed into my chest at the same time another stepped on my leg.
Everything after that was a blur of feet smashing into all parts of my body almost all at once. There were feet all over me and all around me; I could hear footsteps landing on all sides. How many women were there, anyway!? They began to bunch up on me such that each woman took smaller steps and they were crowded closer together. It seemed as though each woman stepped on my thigh, crotch, stomach, chest, and then face as they passed over me. There were always four of five people on me at the same time. I couldn't distinguish one from another. All I felt was a constant bombardment of feet crashing into all parts of my body at once. As soon as one foot left my face another landed on it. Some landed squarely on my face and nose; some were off to one side or the other. Most landed heel first; some landed flat footed or on the ball first. This latter group was usually the sliders; who just shuffled or slid their foot over my face. Many feet twisted on my face as they walked. Many wore spike heels. Many wore chunkier high heels or wedges. Some wore flats. And a few wore sneakers. The maddening pounding of feet into my face seemed to go on forever.
My cock didn't fair any better. It was stepped on, kicked, skewered by a sharp spike heel, mashed, scuffled over, and abused in every way imaginable. Several times I was kicked in the balls or had a heel land squarely on them. As painful as that was, it was drowned out in all the pain from all the other feet slamming into me. I felt my body shuddering violently as the first orgasm of the day racked my senses.
I'm not sure how long the original onslaught continued as I passed out shortly after my orgasm, I'm sure from sensory overload, as a heavy foot crashed into my face. I don't know how many feet walked over my unconscious form or how much damage was done to my, now relaxed muscles, as I lay there; a rug for all who entered the store to step upon.
....To be continued.
Support 12
The worst was when the girls got the idea to move me. Just for a while. Just to try out something new.
When the store was closed, they had me cut another hole in the floor. This one was right inside the main entrance. I cut the hole and fashioned another urethane mold. Then I made a wooden cover to cover the mold when I wasn't in it and the same carpet and cover cloth as with my other hole. I arranged it so my feet faced the door. This way at least I would get some idea of who was on me before they stepped on my face. Of course, if they were leaving, I got a foot in the face first thing and then the rest of my body would get trampled. To prevent someone from tripping over my feet I built that part of my new mold a little different from the old one. Everything from my knee down was bent downward so the top surface was below floor level. Then I fashioned a urethane cap, similar to the one made for my throat, which covered my lower legs and feet to make a level surface right up to just over my knees. Everything from my thighs to my face was exposed. There was an extension on the mold that ran up between my legs and stopped just at my crotch to prevent someone from stepping into the space between my legs and tripping. I had to keep in mind that none of the people above would be aware that I was anything other than a soft smooth rug. I had to remove the trip hazards or someone would stumble on me and fall. And that was not something I wanted to contemplate. In the first place, they would probably fall on me! That could be devastating. Then there could be lawsuits, I would risk being discovered; there would be questions and inquiries and, in general, it could get to be a real mess.
I didn't realize it until I got into my mold that fateful morning, but the day they picked for my little experiment was the day of their once-a-year sale! It was too late to back out now, but as I lay in my mold waiting for the doors to open it suddenly dawned on me. This was by far the busiest day of the year. The clothes in this shop were fairly expensive and some women waited all year for the chance to grab some at sale prices.
As I lay there contemplating this someone approached from my left and stepped on my face and moved off to the right. It was Ginger. I could tell by her weight and the way she twisted her foot as she stepped on my face. She was hurrying off to her workstation.
In a few minutes I heard footsteps behind my head and Betty stepped on my face with both feet and then just stood there. She shifted her weight around some, but just stood her ground. It was as if she was waiting for something. I guess she was waiting for the time to open the doors. I don't know if she was checking her watch or something else, but whatever she was doing, she was doing it on my face. Her heels were digging into my forehead. Her soles were mashing the rest of my face. Her right sole was squarely on my nose and mouth, making breathing difficult. The longer she stood there the more the panic began to grow in me. What had I gotten myself into? What was it going to be like when she opened those doors? I longed for the safety of Carol's workstation with the familiar feel of my wife's feet standing on my face.
After a bit I could tell that Betty's anxiety was increasing. She began to shift her weight around some and twist her feet in a nervous manner. I could tell the time was near. As the anxiety increased so did the size of my cock. I could feel it starting to swell; partly because of Betty standing on my face and partly because of the anticipation of what was about to come.
Suddenly Betty launched herself off of my face. She pushed off hard and her foot landed squarely in my stomach; driving her spike heel in deep. Her next step missed me entirely. It was about to begin. I could hear a key working in a lock and the sudden rush of air and an increase in noise from many voices. And the scary sound of many shoes walking all at the same time. That sound actually made my, now hard, cock whither some; so awesome was its impact on my psychic.
I didn't have to wait long. The first thing I felt was a spike heel driving hard into my thigh. I almost yelled out. She seemed heavier than most I was used to or maybe she was just walking harder as she hurried along into the store. The next foot quickly followed landing heavily in my stomach. Even if I grunted some... no one could hear it. Then another lady's foot smashed into my crotch, crushing my hard cock, at about the same time as the first lady's foot crashed into my face; driving in heel first onto my chin then right down on my nose and fore head. I could almost hear the "splat" as she walked over my face. I didn't have much time to consider the pain as the second lady's foot, high heel first, crashed into my chest at the same time another stepped on my leg.
Everything after that was a blur of feet smashing into all parts of my body almost all at once. There were feet all over me and all around me; I could hear footsteps landing on all sides. How many women were there, anyway!? They began to bunch up on me such that each woman took smaller steps and they were crowded closer together. It seemed as though each woman stepped on my thigh, crotch, stomach, chest, and then face as they passed over me. There were always four of five people on me at the same time. I couldn't distinguish one from another. All I felt was a constant bombardment of feet crashing into all parts of my body at once. As soon as one foot left my face another landed on it. Some landed squarely on my face and nose; some were off to one side or the other. Most landed heel first; some landed flat footed or on the ball first. This latter group was usually the sliders; who just shuffled or slid their foot over my face. Many feet twisted on my face as they walked. Many wore spike heels. Many wore chunkier high heels or wedges. Some wore flats. And a few wore sneakers. The maddening pounding of feet into my face seemed to go on forever.
My cock didn't fair any better. It was stepped on, kicked, skewered by a sharp spike heel, mashed, scuffled over, and abused in every way imaginable. Several times I was kicked in the balls or had a heel land squarely on them. As painful as that was, it was drowned out in all the pain from all the other feet slamming into me. I felt my body shuddering violently as the first orgasm of the day racked my senses.
I'm not sure how long the original onslaught continued as I passed out shortly after my orgasm, I'm sure from sensory overload, as a heavy foot crashed into my face. I don't know how many feet walked over my unconscious form or how much damage was done to my, now relaxed muscles, as I lay there; a rug for all who entered the store to step upon.
....To be continued.