Ste Letto
02-14-2003, 7:52 AM
1994 Part 6
"There are many ways to break a man," Elizabeth Moncrief told her audience. "Many ways to reduce him to a gibbering wreck, a vapid empty headed waste. A shadow of his former self." She was smiling as she spoke. "The most effective are those which involve the least effort on your behalf." She strode back and forth on a raised platform as she spoke, the stilleto heels of her black leather, knee high boots clacking as she walked. She was a magnificent sight. Her hair was curled up and out of sight, tucked away beneath her black, peaked cap. The silver badge on the front of her cap shone in the harsh glare of overhead neons. Her white blouse was crisp and cleanly ironed. Her epaulettes denoted her rank. Her short black skirt revealed over a foot of thigh. Her barely black tights revealed the taut muscles beneath. Her boots completed her dominant attire perfectly.
"Look here" she said, indicating the screen to her rear. The screen showed the floor on which she walked from an oblique angle, near to the ground. In the top right hand corner of the screen there was a squared off segment that was filled with static distortion. Elizabeth walked over to one corner of the platform. The main screen showed that something was protruding through the floor on which she walked. There was a hole in the floor, with a small rubber ring above. The penis and balls of a captive male had been pulled through the ring, to lie, soft, prone and vulnerable on the floor. "The floor on which I am walking is transparent as glass. I can see the specimen below the floor and he can most assuredly see me!" She chuckled. "The segment of screen in the upper corner will show the face of any man I am attending to." The portion of screen she referred to came to life. It showed a bald, worried looking man with a slight discomfort in his features. He was totally naked.
Elizabeth hovered the toe of her boot over the limp flesh of the man's penis. Smiling down, she lowered her toes and let the sole touch the living flesh beneath. The man's face creased up in anticipation and concern. "See how the very threat of pain is enough to promote a response" Elizabeth instructed. She raised her toe, "See, now he relaxes". The man's face showed relief. "He does not anticipate this!" Elizabeth lifted her toe, then stamped on the bell end of the cock at her feet. She compressed the organ until her sole was barely half an inch from the floor. Seeing the man's pain, she cruelly turned her heel left and right, turning the toe the same way. She ground the head of his cock beneath the toe of her boot. The man cried out in pain. His face creasing up in agony.
Elizabeth spoke "See how effective this is. He feels great pain, he is totally vulnerable, and he is learning to fear women and fear their feet. Soon he will be a broken man, safe to return to society if we so desire." She moved her foot off the crushed and flattened member. The head looked distorted, and bruised. Some blood vessels had burst. Elizabeth kicked at the useless lump of meat. "As you can see I haven't even touched his balls yet."
She stepped forward. "Can I have two volunteers from the sudience." Hundreds of hands were raised. "I will take two from the front for now," she said laughing, "but don't worry, you will all have plenty of subjects to practice on." She indicated two girls. The first, Bonny Samson was a big, tall, athletic blonde; with flouncy hair, full breasts and a peach of a bottom. She wore the pink t-shirt and shorts typical of a new initiate. On her feet she wore pink high heeled mules. Her legs and feet were bare, revealing red painted toe nails. The second girl, Rachel Sleven, was also blonde, but with flatter, shorter hair and a more slender figure; she was more petite than her fellow volunteer.
The two girls walked up the steps onto the stage and approached Elizabeth. Elizabeth waited, near the man who'se cock she'd punished. "Now girls," she said gaily, "we'll begin with you," she indicated Rachel. "Slip off your mules and stand with your feet together about six inches behind the specimen's cock." Rachel obediently stepped behind the organ that protruded through the floor and awaited instruction. She stood with her hands behind her back like a good little girl. Elizabeth smiled to see her earnestness. She reached across and patted the girl's arm, "Relax" she told her. Rachel smiled warmly and loosened up a little. "It is not always necessary to be brutal to hurt a man," Elizabeth said. "Subtlety is a wondrous tool."
She turned to face Rachel. "Use your toes to straighten his cock out, then to draw back his foreskin." Rachel smiled thinly, nervous but excited, and balanced on her left foot. The pretty girl wobbled a little, pushing her tongue into the corner of her lips as she concentrated. Finally she found her balance. Looking down intently, she carefully moved her foot into position, toes slightly curled. She nudged and prodded the man's penis into an extended position. Despite himself, the man felt the beginnings of arousal. Rachel's face was a picture of sweet concentration as she delicately drew back the man's foreskin, a task made easier by his growing turgidity.
"Now I want you to plant your heel," Elizabeth continued, "and brush the pads of your toes over the dimpled flesh on his cock head. See where it is dimpled and has a purplish hue?" Rachel nodded, both to indicate compliance, and understanding. She lowered her heel to the cool floor, shuffling it back a little until the allignment was right, then she began scuffing the man's bell end.
The sensation was quite intense. It was pleasant at first as the girl was very beautiful and her toes were cute. After a minute, however, the repeated friction began to feel like burning. The man struggled in his confinement. Rachel continued scuffing her toes earnestly, doing as she had been told. The skin on the man's penis grew redder and redder, becoming sore and inflamed. Rachel continued her job. The penis shrivelled below her, so unbidden she used her toes to stretch it out again and carried on scuffing. The man was in paroxysms of agony. His whole penis felt as if it were on fire.
"See the agony on his face," Elizabeth pointed out. Everyone saw it, including Rachel, who paused and said "Should I stop?" The man pleaded in his confinement for her to stop. Elizabeth looked at the young girl with amused surprise and said "On the contrary. I want you to carry on for a long time yet. But, if you're tired, we can have 20 volunteers to carry on for you. Each girl to scuff his cockhead for 10 minutes." Rachel smiled. "I am a little tired," she said, apologetically.
Elizabeth stepped forward and lots of eager hands shot up. She indicated the first row on the far left hand side of the auditorium and signalled for the first girl to come up. The black haired beauty left her mules beneath her seat and scampered eagerly up onto the stage. Elizabeth took her over to where Rachel stood. "See where her toes have rubbed and reddened the skin," Elizabeth said, pointing, "that is where I want you to work. That very spot. That will maximise his pain. He won't pass out because the pain is too acute. He will simply become suffused with agony. All because you are wiggling your pretty toes." Elizabeth chuckled as she said this. She knew that the man beneath the floor had a foot fetish. He liked pretty girls feet. He liked sucking their toes. He used to try and suck them against their will. That was why he was here.
The dark haired girl had size four feet, with pink painted nails and an ankle chain. She was just Robin's taste. Elizabeth laughed. "When you're ten minutes are up, call the next girl". The girl nodded. Rachel smiled at the newcomer and stepped back to let her take over. She returned to her seat a little wiser in the art of penile torture. A little horny too. She had found the experience of hurting the man while he was helpless to stop her to be quite arousing.
"There are many ways to break a man," Elizabeth Moncrief told her audience. "Many ways to reduce him to a gibbering wreck, a vapid empty headed waste. A shadow of his former self." She was smiling as she spoke. "The most effective are those which involve the least effort on your behalf." She strode back and forth on a raised platform as she spoke, the stilleto heels of her black leather, knee high boots clacking as she walked. She was a magnificent sight. Her hair was curled up and out of sight, tucked away beneath her black, peaked cap. The silver badge on the front of her cap shone in the harsh glare of overhead neons. Her white blouse was crisp and cleanly ironed. Her epaulettes denoted her rank. Her short black skirt revealed over a foot of thigh. Her barely black tights revealed the taut muscles beneath. Her boots completed her dominant attire perfectly.
"Look here" she said, indicating the screen to her rear. The screen showed the floor on which she walked from an oblique angle, near to the ground. In the top right hand corner of the screen there was a squared off segment that was filled with static distortion. Elizabeth walked over to one corner of the platform. The main screen showed that something was protruding through the floor on which she walked. There was a hole in the floor, with a small rubber ring above. The penis and balls of a captive male had been pulled through the ring, to lie, soft, prone and vulnerable on the floor. "The floor on which I am walking is transparent as glass. I can see the specimen below the floor and he can most assuredly see me!" She chuckled. "The segment of screen in the upper corner will show the face of any man I am attending to." The portion of screen she referred to came to life. It showed a bald, worried looking man with a slight discomfort in his features. He was totally naked.
Elizabeth hovered the toe of her boot over the limp flesh of the man's penis. Smiling down, she lowered her toes and let the sole touch the living flesh beneath. The man's face creased up in anticipation and concern. "See how the very threat of pain is enough to promote a response" Elizabeth instructed. She raised her toe, "See, now he relaxes". The man's face showed relief. "He does not anticipate this!" Elizabeth lifted her toe, then stamped on the bell end of the cock at her feet. She compressed the organ until her sole was barely half an inch from the floor. Seeing the man's pain, she cruelly turned her heel left and right, turning the toe the same way. She ground the head of his cock beneath the toe of her boot. The man cried out in pain. His face creasing up in agony.
Elizabeth spoke "See how effective this is. He feels great pain, he is totally vulnerable, and he is learning to fear women and fear their feet. Soon he will be a broken man, safe to return to society if we so desire." She moved her foot off the crushed and flattened member. The head looked distorted, and bruised. Some blood vessels had burst. Elizabeth kicked at the useless lump of meat. "As you can see I haven't even touched his balls yet."
She stepped forward. "Can I have two volunteers from the sudience." Hundreds of hands were raised. "I will take two from the front for now," she said laughing, "but don't worry, you will all have plenty of subjects to practice on." She indicated two girls. The first, Bonny Samson was a big, tall, athletic blonde; with flouncy hair, full breasts and a peach of a bottom. She wore the pink t-shirt and shorts typical of a new initiate. On her feet she wore pink high heeled mules. Her legs and feet were bare, revealing red painted toe nails. The second girl, Rachel Sleven, was also blonde, but with flatter, shorter hair and a more slender figure; she was more petite than her fellow volunteer.
The two girls walked up the steps onto the stage and approached Elizabeth. Elizabeth waited, near the man who'se cock she'd punished. "Now girls," she said gaily, "we'll begin with you," she indicated Rachel. "Slip off your mules and stand with your feet together about six inches behind the specimen's cock." Rachel obediently stepped behind the organ that protruded through the floor and awaited instruction. She stood with her hands behind her back like a good little girl. Elizabeth smiled to see her earnestness. She reached across and patted the girl's arm, "Relax" she told her. Rachel smiled warmly and loosened up a little. "It is not always necessary to be brutal to hurt a man," Elizabeth said. "Subtlety is a wondrous tool."
She turned to face Rachel. "Use your toes to straighten his cock out, then to draw back his foreskin." Rachel smiled thinly, nervous but excited, and balanced on her left foot. The pretty girl wobbled a little, pushing her tongue into the corner of her lips as she concentrated. Finally she found her balance. Looking down intently, she carefully moved her foot into position, toes slightly curled. She nudged and prodded the man's penis into an extended position. Despite himself, the man felt the beginnings of arousal. Rachel's face was a picture of sweet concentration as she delicately drew back the man's foreskin, a task made easier by his growing turgidity.
"Now I want you to plant your heel," Elizabeth continued, "and brush the pads of your toes over the dimpled flesh on his cock head. See where it is dimpled and has a purplish hue?" Rachel nodded, both to indicate compliance, and understanding. She lowered her heel to the cool floor, shuffling it back a little until the allignment was right, then she began scuffing the man's bell end.
The sensation was quite intense. It was pleasant at first as the girl was very beautiful and her toes were cute. After a minute, however, the repeated friction began to feel like burning. The man struggled in his confinement. Rachel continued scuffing her toes earnestly, doing as she had been told. The skin on the man's penis grew redder and redder, becoming sore and inflamed. Rachel continued her job. The penis shrivelled below her, so unbidden she used her toes to stretch it out again and carried on scuffing. The man was in paroxysms of agony. His whole penis felt as if it were on fire.
"See the agony on his face," Elizabeth pointed out. Everyone saw it, including Rachel, who paused and said "Should I stop?" The man pleaded in his confinement for her to stop. Elizabeth looked at the young girl with amused surprise and said "On the contrary. I want you to carry on for a long time yet. But, if you're tired, we can have 20 volunteers to carry on for you. Each girl to scuff his cockhead for 10 minutes." Rachel smiled. "I am a little tired," she said, apologetically.
Elizabeth stepped forward and lots of eager hands shot up. She indicated the first row on the far left hand side of the auditorium and signalled for the first girl to come up. The black haired beauty left her mules beneath her seat and scampered eagerly up onto the stage. Elizabeth took her over to where Rachel stood. "See where her toes have rubbed and reddened the skin," Elizabeth said, pointing, "that is where I want you to work. That very spot. That will maximise his pain. He won't pass out because the pain is too acute. He will simply become suffused with agony. All because you are wiggling your pretty toes." Elizabeth chuckled as she said this. She knew that the man beneath the floor had a foot fetish. He liked pretty girls feet. He liked sucking their toes. He used to try and suck them against their will. That was why he was here.
The dark haired girl had size four feet, with pink painted nails and an ankle chain. She was just Robin's taste. Elizabeth laughed. "When you're ten minutes are up, call the next girl". The girl nodded. Rachel smiled at the newcomer and stepped back to let her take over. She returned to her seat a little wiser in the art of penile torture. A little horny too. She had found the experience of hurting the man while he was helpless to stop her to be quite arousing.