wormee
02-10-2003, 9:13 AM
Another from my deleted Goddess of Destruction site:
He could hear the wheels rattling in perfect rhythm outside his car. It was late, too late and he wanted to get home. As he peered into the darkness outside he tried to remember which stop was next. He thought there were only two left, meaning he'd be home in 20 minutes. He heard a smash and looked over to see the gang of young hooligans had managed to smash the security camera and were laughing about it. He was scared of them, but they didn't seem to be paying any mind to the other passengers.
The train rolled into the next station and everyone got off, including the young hooligans. They walked past his seat and he avoided making eye contact with them, trying not to provoke them. They noticed him and began making menacing noises at him.
"What 'cho looking at?"
"Hey man, you trying to start something?"
"I don't think he likes me?"
He just stared away at the door between cars, trying to ignore them in the hopes they would go away. But they kept taunting him. He felt helpless, unable to defend himself or even stand up for himself. As the doors started to slide shut the hooligans realized they were about to be left behind and quickly forced the doors back open. This caused a delay and he could hear the conductor yelling out the window at them. They exchanged words as they left the train. The doors slid shut and the train rolled away.
He watched them on the platform kicking a garbage can and just being rowdy. He was glad to be rid of them for he felt so powerless when they were there. As the train entered the dark tunnel he realized that he forgot to check the station name and didn't know how many more stops. He looked at his watch and guessed that there was only one more stop till the end of the line, albeit a long one. He would have another 15 minutes before reaching his destination.
He couldn't shake his thoughts of helplessness, and tried by glancing around the car. He saw that he was all alone save for a blonde woman sitting down the aisle and across from his seat.
She was a beautiful thing, blonde and slim. She wore a raincoat wrapped around her body and black leather boots tucked under the seat. He was instantly attracted to her and thought about fucking her then and there. But he doubted she would ever be interested in him. He hadn't seen her before but she must have gotten on at the last stop. He wondered if she'd seen the hooligans taunting him. She must have. That must have impressed her, he thought sarcastically. Staring at her out of the corner of his eye he could only think of getting into that raincoat of hers, penetrating deep into her vagina. But what did she think of him? She must have no respect for him after seeing him helpless against a bunch of teens. He hated her for that, hated the gang bangers for making him look like a fool in front of her. He looked up at the broken security camera. He'd show her. He looked down at his watch. 10-11 minutes left. Plenty of time to show her what he was made of.
He got up and walked towards her. She glanced up at him as he approached, but didn't seem to overly concerned. He smiled at her and said hello as he got nearer. She returned the greeting on instinct, with neither welcoming nor indignation.
She gasped in surprise as he lunged forward, grabbed her wrists and pushed her across the empty seats. He struggled to hold her still until she brought her knee up and caught him square in the groin. It wasn't too hard, but it was enough to make him let go. She used the moment to push him off her and onto the floor of the train. She jumped to her feet and gave him a strong kick between the legs, a much harder blow to his groin that left him unable to do anything but roll around on the floor in pain.
He could now see, and feel as she repeated her kick, that her boots had hard platform soles and seemed to go up and up her legs to where the tops disappeared under her coat. She looked up at the broken camera.
"That's going to be one of the last mistakes you make," she said in a cold steely tone. She undid her coat and let it fall off, revealing her thigh high boots and tight leather outfit. He realized that he had just tried to rape a dominatrix.
"First my client stiffs me and now this. I need to get out some aggression." Hearing the chilling tone in her voice he wished he had never gotten on the train in the first place. She gave him another hard kick to his groin that sent him curling up in a ball.
The train shuddered to a stop and the lights dimmed. The conductor's voice came over the intercom and informed them that there would be a slight delay.
She smiled. "A little more time to have some fun." She savagely kicked him in the face to uncurl him and send him on his back. His hands went from his groin to his nose, holding it tightly for fear that it would fall off. She gave him another kick to the crotch and his hands quickly jumped back down there to protect it.
Would you get your damn hands out of the way!" she shouted as she first kicked his hands them stomped his fingers into the steel floor. He howled in pain and prayed it would all end soon.
She grabbed some handcuffs out of her coat pocket and cuffed one of his hands. She jumped on top of him as he lay on the floor, her knee digging into his groin to stun him. She grabbed his arms and flung them over his head and wrapped them around the steel pole in the middle of the car. She clicked the handcuffs shut and stood up to admire her captive. He stared up at her in horror. Standing over him with those platforms on, she looked seven feet tall, tall strong and ready to crush him. He begged her for forgiveness apologized over and over for what he had tried to do, but she wasn't listening to it. She bent down and took his clothes off, stripped him buck-naked. She stood over him, a foot on either side of his body, and looked down at her naked captive, He was so powerless lying at her feet. And terrified. He knew he was at her mercy. But she wanted to get out some aggression, and make this son-of-a-bitch pay. She looked down at his small dick and tapped it with the toe of her boot.
"What's this?" she coldly asked. "Don't tell me this is your cock. You wanted to put that thing into me? I don't think so. You know what it looks like to me? A worm. And you know what happens to worms don't you? They get stepped on…and squashed!" She spat the last words with venom as she lifted her boot and brought it down on his cock, squashing it flat into his pelvis. He cried out in pain and she just ground her boot in, enjoying every little moan of pain he uttered. She lifted her boot and saw the cock intact.
"That won't do," she said. She kicked him in his ribs as hard as she could and caused him to roll over on his side. She stepped down on his cock once again, this time trapping it between her hard platform sole and the cold steel floor. She ground it into the floor, getting erotic pleasure from his screams of agony. With every cry of pain he made, she joined in with a cry of erotic bliss. Every twist of her foot brought another tingle of pleasure.
The train started moving again and she knew she only had a little more time of pleasure left. She lifted her foot off his cock and saw that it was all bruised and battered. But it wasn't enough for her. She wanted more. She tried to step on his balls, but they kept slipping away due to the angle he lay. She stepped on his shoulder and pushed him face down to the ground with her foot. The twisting of his arms caused him yet another jolt of pain. Just for fun, she walked up onto his back, digging her long sharp spike heels into his flesh and grinding them in. Delighting in his tormented cries she slowly walked down his back, digging her heels in with every step until she reached his legs. Peering down between the gap she noticed part of his cock peeking out. She stepped down with her heel landing directly on it and gave a little twist as she walked by. She smiled with delight as he shrieked in pain, thrilled at the feel of her mashing his flesh.
He could hear the wheels rattling in perfect rhythm outside his car. It was late, too late and he wanted to get home. As he peered into the darkness outside he tried to remember which stop was next. He thought there were only two left, meaning he'd be home in 20 minutes. He heard a smash and looked over to see the gang of young hooligans had managed to smash the security camera and were laughing about it. He was scared of them, but they didn't seem to be paying any mind to the other passengers.
The train rolled into the next station and everyone got off, including the young hooligans. They walked past his seat and he avoided making eye contact with them, trying not to provoke them. They noticed him and began making menacing noises at him.
"What 'cho looking at?"
"Hey man, you trying to start something?"
"I don't think he likes me?"
He just stared away at the door between cars, trying to ignore them in the hopes they would go away. But they kept taunting him. He felt helpless, unable to defend himself or even stand up for himself. As the doors started to slide shut the hooligans realized they were about to be left behind and quickly forced the doors back open. This caused a delay and he could hear the conductor yelling out the window at them. They exchanged words as they left the train. The doors slid shut and the train rolled away.
He watched them on the platform kicking a garbage can and just being rowdy. He was glad to be rid of them for he felt so powerless when they were there. As the train entered the dark tunnel he realized that he forgot to check the station name and didn't know how many more stops. He looked at his watch and guessed that there was only one more stop till the end of the line, albeit a long one. He would have another 15 minutes before reaching his destination.
He couldn't shake his thoughts of helplessness, and tried by glancing around the car. He saw that he was all alone save for a blonde woman sitting down the aisle and across from his seat.
She was a beautiful thing, blonde and slim. She wore a raincoat wrapped around her body and black leather boots tucked under the seat. He was instantly attracted to her and thought about fucking her then and there. But he doubted she would ever be interested in him. He hadn't seen her before but she must have gotten on at the last stop. He wondered if she'd seen the hooligans taunting him. She must have. That must have impressed her, he thought sarcastically. Staring at her out of the corner of his eye he could only think of getting into that raincoat of hers, penetrating deep into her vagina. But what did she think of him? She must have no respect for him after seeing him helpless against a bunch of teens. He hated her for that, hated the gang bangers for making him look like a fool in front of her. He looked up at the broken security camera. He'd show her. He looked down at his watch. 10-11 minutes left. Plenty of time to show her what he was made of.
He got up and walked towards her. She glanced up at him as he approached, but didn't seem to overly concerned. He smiled at her and said hello as he got nearer. She returned the greeting on instinct, with neither welcoming nor indignation.
She gasped in surprise as he lunged forward, grabbed her wrists and pushed her across the empty seats. He struggled to hold her still until she brought her knee up and caught him square in the groin. It wasn't too hard, but it was enough to make him let go. She used the moment to push him off her and onto the floor of the train. She jumped to her feet and gave him a strong kick between the legs, a much harder blow to his groin that left him unable to do anything but roll around on the floor in pain.
He could now see, and feel as she repeated her kick, that her boots had hard platform soles and seemed to go up and up her legs to where the tops disappeared under her coat. She looked up at the broken camera.
"That's going to be one of the last mistakes you make," she said in a cold steely tone. She undid her coat and let it fall off, revealing her thigh high boots and tight leather outfit. He realized that he had just tried to rape a dominatrix.
"First my client stiffs me and now this. I need to get out some aggression." Hearing the chilling tone in her voice he wished he had never gotten on the train in the first place. She gave him another hard kick to his groin that sent him curling up in a ball.
The train shuddered to a stop and the lights dimmed. The conductor's voice came over the intercom and informed them that there would be a slight delay.
She smiled. "A little more time to have some fun." She savagely kicked him in the face to uncurl him and send him on his back. His hands went from his groin to his nose, holding it tightly for fear that it would fall off. She gave him another kick to the crotch and his hands quickly jumped back down there to protect it.
Would you get your damn hands out of the way!" she shouted as she first kicked his hands them stomped his fingers into the steel floor. He howled in pain and prayed it would all end soon.
She grabbed some handcuffs out of her coat pocket and cuffed one of his hands. She jumped on top of him as he lay on the floor, her knee digging into his groin to stun him. She grabbed his arms and flung them over his head and wrapped them around the steel pole in the middle of the car. She clicked the handcuffs shut and stood up to admire her captive. He stared up at her in horror. Standing over him with those platforms on, she looked seven feet tall, tall strong and ready to crush him. He begged her for forgiveness apologized over and over for what he had tried to do, but she wasn't listening to it. She bent down and took his clothes off, stripped him buck-naked. She stood over him, a foot on either side of his body, and looked down at her naked captive, He was so powerless lying at her feet. And terrified. He knew he was at her mercy. But she wanted to get out some aggression, and make this son-of-a-bitch pay. She looked down at his small dick and tapped it with the toe of her boot.
"What's this?" she coldly asked. "Don't tell me this is your cock. You wanted to put that thing into me? I don't think so. You know what it looks like to me? A worm. And you know what happens to worms don't you? They get stepped on…and squashed!" She spat the last words with venom as she lifted her boot and brought it down on his cock, squashing it flat into his pelvis. He cried out in pain and she just ground her boot in, enjoying every little moan of pain he uttered. She lifted her boot and saw the cock intact.
"That won't do," she said. She kicked him in his ribs as hard as she could and caused him to roll over on his side. She stepped down on his cock once again, this time trapping it between her hard platform sole and the cold steel floor. She ground it into the floor, getting erotic pleasure from his screams of agony. With every cry of pain he made, she joined in with a cry of erotic bliss. Every twist of her foot brought another tingle of pleasure.
The train started moving again and she knew she only had a little more time of pleasure left. She lifted her foot off his cock and saw that it was all bruised and battered. But it wasn't enough for her. She wanted more. She tried to step on his balls, but they kept slipping away due to the angle he lay. She stepped on his shoulder and pushed him face down to the ground with her foot. The twisting of his arms caused him yet another jolt of pain. Just for fun, she walked up onto his back, digging her long sharp spike heels into his flesh and grinding them in. Delighting in his tormented cries she slowly walked down his back, digging her heels in with every step until she reached his legs. Peering down between the gap she noticed part of his cock peeking out. She stepped down with her heel landing directly on it and gave a little twist as she walked by. She smiled with delight as he shrieked in pain, thrilled at the feel of her mashing his flesh.