Seatboy
02-18-2008, 9:51 AM
It took Bob several minutes to regain consciousness. His breath was coming in very shallow gasps from the tremendous squashing he had just received from three of the most cruel women he could ever imagine. His ribs felt like they were all broken from Vanessa's heavy bouncing, and gave him excruciating pain with every precious, shallow breath. Likewise, his insides felt like they were squashed to mush from Michelle's bouncing so long and so cruelly. Surprisingly, his face was the only thing that seemed still intact, despite the sadistic heavy riding his stepmother had done on it. It was sore and felt puffy and sticky from her juices, not to mention, had a terrible odor, but basically was okay. Also his right hand was throbbing with every beat of his heart. He had no idea that it had been cruelly stomped on by Michelle.
'You know," Michelle said, "I bet LaTisha would have a great time punishing your little puny slave too!" LaTisha was an African American girl who worked in the same office with Vanessa and Michelle. She was an amazon from the word go, standing 6' tall and weighing 185 pounds all in a perfectly shaped figure. She was beautiful with a face like a doll and long reddish, black hair hanging down below her shoulders in dozens of small braids. "Yeah, she probably would!" Vanessa responded. "I bet she could make him beg for mercy too!" she added chuckling. "Yeah, she was telling me just yesterday how upset she was when she found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her and that he was the third one in the last 4 months. She said she was about ready to just take her revenge out on any male she could find." Bob listened through all his pain and dearly hoped that Vanessa would not invite this girl they were calling LaTisha to come over and hurt him. As it was, he would need several days, perhaps weeks, to regain his strength, and still thought he might have some broken ribs and possibly a ruptured spleen or something from Vanessa and Michelle bouncing on him so long and heavily. "How `bout that Bob?" Vanessa said with a sadistic grin on her face as she looked down at the tortured form on the bench. "Would you like a beautiful, but heavy girl vent out all of her frustrations on your little wimpy body?" Of course Michelle and Mom and I would be right here too help her if she wanted it." Vanessa stepped closer to the bench and in the process, stepped on his sore hand with the heel of her sandal, accidentally. Bob jerked with renewed pain and almost fainted as Vanessa shifted all her weight to the heel on his hand, totally uncaring about the pain she was causing him. "How are you feeling, little slave? Would you like us to sit on you some more? Maybe Michelle and I could take turns sitting on your face while Mom sits and bounces up and down on your stomach!" She said as she and Michelle both chuckled. "Tell you what," Vanessa continued. "As soon as Mom gets out of the bathroom, I want you to go and take another shower and then Michelle and I are going to have some more fun on your pathetic looking face!" She said with cruelty in her voice. "I----do---don't---think I can----ta---take any---anymore!" Bob whispered in a very weak voice. "Well, that's too bad slave boy, because the way I see it, you don't have any choice in the matter!" Vanessa said matter of factly. Bob just closed his swollen eyes and resigned himself to what would probably be his death. At least he wouldn't have to worry about LaTisha hurting him now. Vanessa twisted her heel cruelly on his hand and turned and sat down on his crushed chest again. "Might as well sit down while we wait on Mom," she told Michelle. Bob was barely breathing now as Michelle turned around and sat down heavily on his stomach again. They sat there for about 20 minutes as if Bob were only a cushion, just idly talking about this and that and occasionally laughing about something one or the other said. Vanessa was aware that Bob's chest was scarcely moving as he labored to breathe, but she dismissed it as quickly as she thought about it, and crossed her left leg over the right and begin to slightly swing her foot and continued making small talk with Michelle.
'You know," Michelle said, "I bet LaTisha would have a great time punishing your little puny slave too!" LaTisha was an African American girl who worked in the same office with Vanessa and Michelle. She was an amazon from the word go, standing 6' tall and weighing 185 pounds all in a perfectly shaped figure. She was beautiful with a face like a doll and long reddish, black hair hanging down below her shoulders in dozens of small braids. "Yeah, she probably would!" Vanessa responded. "I bet she could make him beg for mercy too!" she added chuckling. "Yeah, she was telling me just yesterday how upset she was when she found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her and that he was the third one in the last 4 months. She said she was about ready to just take her revenge out on any male she could find." Bob listened through all his pain and dearly hoped that Vanessa would not invite this girl they were calling LaTisha to come over and hurt him. As it was, he would need several days, perhaps weeks, to regain his strength, and still thought he might have some broken ribs and possibly a ruptured spleen or something from Vanessa and Michelle bouncing on him so long and heavily. "How `bout that Bob?" Vanessa said with a sadistic grin on her face as she looked down at the tortured form on the bench. "Would you like a beautiful, but heavy girl vent out all of her frustrations on your little wimpy body?" Of course Michelle and Mom and I would be right here too help her if she wanted it." Vanessa stepped closer to the bench and in the process, stepped on his sore hand with the heel of her sandal, accidentally. Bob jerked with renewed pain and almost fainted as Vanessa shifted all her weight to the heel on his hand, totally uncaring about the pain she was causing him. "How are you feeling, little slave? Would you like us to sit on you some more? Maybe Michelle and I could take turns sitting on your face while Mom sits and bounces up and down on your stomach!" She said as she and Michelle both chuckled. "Tell you what," Vanessa continued. "As soon as Mom gets out of the bathroom, I want you to go and take another shower and then Michelle and I are going to have some more fun on your pathetic looking face!" She said with cruelty in her voice. "I----do---don't---think I can----ta---take any---anymore!" Bob whispered in a very weak voice. "Well, that's too bad slave boy, because the way I see it, you don't have any choice in the matter!" Vanessa said matter of factly. Bob just closed his swollen eyes and resigned himself to what would probably be his death. At least he wouldn't have to worry about LaTisha hurting him now. Vanessa twisted her heel cruelly on his hand and turned and sat down on his crushed chest again. "Might as well sit down while we wait on Mom," she told Michelle. Bob was barely breathing now as Michelle turned around and sat down heavily on his stomach again. They sat there for about 20 minutes as if Bob were only a cushion, just idly talking about this and that and occasionally laughing about something one or the other said. Vanessa was aware that Bob's chest was scarcely moving as he labored to breathe, but she dismissed it as quickly as she thought about it, and crossed her left leg over the right and begin to slightly swing her foot and continued making small talk with Michelle.