Ste Letto
01-19-2003, 7:36 AM
Hi Guys,
thanks for the encouragement. I was feeling a bit down when I posted part 1, which is probably why I saw it as bleak. (In truth these are the situations I, and I guess you, dream of finding myself in. ) I love the idea of total domination. More to come, Ste.
Elizabeth moved up his body, and stepped onto his stomach. She stood with her flat soles side by side, facing up towards Maurice's head. For the first time he could see her clearly. Despite his predicament, despite his powerlessness, he admired her. She was a beautiful woman, beautifully dressed. He admired the shape of her calves, her knees and thighs. He lusted after her. He wanted to touch those hips, that slim waist, her breasts. He wanted to hold her and kiss her. His neutralizer responded to his mounting arousal by signalling the control room who signalled Elizabeth via a small earpiece.
She remained standing motionless on his stomach a moment, before turning 180 degrees and back kicking him in the groin. She did this by balancing on her left leg, and extending her right leg and foot out away from her body, ending up with her raised heel about 18 inches above Maurice's thighs. From that position she brought her heel sharply down and back, to impact with Maurice's exposed and vulnerable cock and balls. Her first kick squished both balls. Her second caught his knob in mid-shaft. Her third crunched his left ball only. She kicked him like that a total of 10 times.
Each blow was like a hammer blow to Maurice. His entire focus switched to his abused penis and ballsacs. He felt pulsing waves of sickening pain. He had never known pain so intense. It obliterated rational thought. All he could think was "Ohhh God, Ohhh God!!" as he felt like throwing up. Elizabeth stepped off him.
She moved up to his head, and stepped onto his forehead. She paused a moment, then stepped off. She did it again in reverse, pausing a little longer. She stepped across and back, across and back, over and over. Maurice felt his skull might crack like an eggshell. His head hurt, both where she was stepping, and at the back where his skull pressed into the hard floor. Elizabeth stepped on his chest and stayed there, feeling the ribs bend inward slightly, hearing them creak. She knew this would slow Maurice's breathing. She wanted him to become aware of his mortality, his vulnerability, his weakness in the presence of a woman, a beautiful woman who could do what she wanted with him. It was her intention to break his spirit, his self confidence and reduce him to a pathetic wretch, incapable of misplaced ideas and lusts.
She bounced on her toes, feeling hs ribs bend more. She dug in with her heels, knowing this would send sharp pains through his torso. She kicked his sides alternately, hurting him and working up a sweat. She kept switching from foot to foot as she pounded his sides, reddening the skin, then turning it purple, then making it blacken. She could hardly imagine the pain it was causing, she just knew it was plenty. After 15 minutes, she decided it was time for the next phase of Maurice's punishment.
She dragged his prone body over near the bed, and sat behind his head. Without any ceremony she prised off her boots to reveal hot, moist, sweaty, nylon clad feet. They were size 10s. Smiling grimly she lowered her damp soles onto his face. She gripped his jaw with her toes, while covering his eyes with her heels. She shimmied her feet down, scratching his skin with the roughened nylon. She sat like that, unmoving, for ten minutes, letting Maurice fight for every breath under her smothering feet.
Maurice's heart raced as he fought uselessly to escape her feet. He could hardly get any air. His body hurt in several different ways. He was despondent. She had brought him to this with so little effort or time. To further mark his powerlessness, Elizabeth began raising one foot at a time, and slamming it down hard, bruising his face. She smacked her soles down mercilessly, reddening the skin and hurting Maurice badly.
When she tired of that, Elizabeth put her boots back on and walked round Maurice from head to toe, kicking him, she kicked his jaw, his shoulder, his upper arm, his forearm, his thigh, his calf, his foot, and up the other side to his head again. Standing behind his head, which she made sure was facing up, she leapt in the air to come down, with flat soles together onto his face, before stepping straight onto his chest. She turned about, and jumped onto his face from his chest. Still without saying a word she walked to the door, opened it, and left.
Maurice's paralysis lifted. He curled up sobbing on the cell floor, his body racked with pain. Elizabeth smiled to see his distress on the monitor. She keyed in a message on his cell computer, saying "Initiation Completed", the strolled up the corridor humming.
thanks for the encouragement. I was feeling a bit down when I posted part 1, which is probably why I saw it as bleak. (In truth these are the situations I, and I guess you, dream of finding myself in. ) I love the idea of total domination. More to come, Ste.
Elizabeth moved up his body, and stepped onto his stomach. She stood with her flat soles side by side, facing up towards Maurice's head. For the first time he could see her clearly. Despite his predicament, despite his powerlessness, he admired her. She was a beautiful woman, beautifully dressed. He admired the shape of her calves, her knees and thighs. He lusted after her. He wanted to touch those hips, that slim waist, her breasts. He wanted to hold her and kiss her. His neutralizer responded to his mounting arousal by signalling the control room who signalled Elizabeth via a small earpiece.
She remained standing motionless on his stomach a moment, before turning 180 degrees and back kicking him in the groin. She did this by balancing on her left leg, and extending her right leg and foot out away from her body, ending up with her raised heel about 18 inches above Maurice's thighs. From that position she brought her heel sharply down and back, to impact with Maurice's exposed and vulnerable cock and balls. Her first kick squished both balls. Her second caught his knob in mid-shaft. Her third crunched his left ball only. She kicked him like that a total of 10 times.
Each blow was like a hammer blow to Maurice. His entire focus switched to his abused penis and ballsacs. He felt pulsing waves of sickening pain. He had never known pain so intense. It obliterated rational thought. All he could think was "Ohhh God, Ohhh God!!" as he felt like throwing up. Elizabeth stepped off him.
She moved up to his head, and stepped onto his forehead. She paused a moment, then stepped off. She did it again in reverse, pausing a little longer. She stepped across and back, across and back, over and over. Maurice felt his skull might crack like an eggshell. His head hurt, both where she was stepping, and at the back where his skull pressed into the hard floor. Elizabeth stepped on his chest and stayed there, feeling the ribs bend inward slightly, hearing them creak. She knew this would slow Maurice's breathing. She wanted him to become aware of his mortality, his vulnerability, his weakness in the presence of a woman, a beautiful woman who could do what she wanted with him. It was her intention to break his spirit, his self confidence and reduce him to a pathetic wretch, incapable of misplaced ideas and lusts.
She bounced on her toes, feeling hs ribs bend more. She dug in with her heels, knowing this would send sharp pains through his torso. She kicked his sides alternately, hurting him and working up a sweat. She kept switching from foot to foot as she pounded his sides, reddening the skin, then turning it purple, then making it blacken. She could hardly imagine the pain it was causing, she just knew it was plenty. After 15 minutes, she decided it was time for the next phase of Maurice's punishment.
She dragged his prone body over near the bed, and sat behind his head. Without any ceremony she prised off her boots to reveal hot, moist, sweaty, nylon clad feet. They were size 10s. Smiling grimly she lowered her damp soles onto his face. She gripped his jaw with her toes, while covering his eyes with her heels. She shimmied her feet down, scratching his skin with the roughened nylon. She sat like that, unmoving, for ten minutes, letting Maurice fight for every breath under her smothering feet.
Maurice's heart raced as he fought uselessly to escape her feet. He could hardly get any air. His body hurt in several different ways. He was despondent. She had brought him to this with so little effort or time. To further mark his powerlessness, Elizabeth began raising one foot at a time, and slamming it down hard, bruising his face. She smacked her soles down mercilessly, reddening the skin and hurting Maurice badly.
When she tired of that, Elizabeth put her boots back on and walked round Maurice from head to toe, kicking him, she kicked his jaw, his shoulder, his upper arm, his forearm, his thigh, his calf, his foot, and up the other side to his head again. Standing behind his head, which she made sure was facing up, she leapt in the air to come down, with flat soles together onto his face, before stepping straight onto his chest. She turned about, and jumped onto his face from his chest. Still without saying a word she walked to the door, opened it, and left.
Maurice's paralysis lifted. He curled up sobbing on the cell floor, his body racked with pain. Elizabeth smiled to see his distress on the monitor. She keyed in a message on his cell computer, saying "Initiation Completed", the strolled up the corridor humming.