That crazy love thing

[deadfall]

My phone rings...

"Hello."

"Hey baby! Whatcha doin'?" She's bubbly as usual. And she knows I'm at work. I hate it when she calls me at work.

"Just earning a living here."

"Oh, poor little baby!" She patronizes me. She's partial to doing that. She thinks it's funny. I find it frustrating. "How about I turn that frown upside down tonight."

I can't help but smile. "Oh, really? Whaddaya have in mind?"

"A party!" she says, she knows I'm about as anti-social as they come.

"A party huh. Sounds great." I don't bother to hide my lack of enthusiasm.

"It's just a few people." she soothes. "A couple of close friends. Nothing to get anxious about. I promise you'll have fun."

I sigh. "Hmmmf. Well, whatever makes you happy, babe. I'll call you when I get out of here."

"Great! Don't work late!" She's just thrilled that I'm actually going. I'm already regretting it.

THE PARTY

It's about 9 p.m. and I pull up to the house. It's a nice neighborhood and the house is huge. There are a lot of cars parked out front and I can hear the soft thump of music coming from the home and screaming and splashing from the back yard. It appears swimming is on the menu this evening for some. Considering I'm dressed in khakis, dress shoes and a polo shirt, I'm sure I won't be getting wet.

I give her a quick call to let her know I'm there and she quickly comes outside to greet me. She bounces through the front door and jumps into my arms embracing me tightly. I barely have time to register her white cutoff short shorts or her bikini top or her flip flops. I kiss her, carrying her small frame in my arms and am forced to stifle the kiss with a smile. Her excitement is almost enough to make me excited too. For what? Who knows.

She climbs off of me and leads me by the hand, almost dragging me. "Come inside. I want to introduce you to everyone."

"I thought you said there were only going to be a few people."

She actually blushes, "Okay, maybe more than a few."

Once inside, I'm immediately struck by how many women are at this party. In fact, I can't find a single guy in view. And every girl is dressed scantily. In the hallway, I catch a glimpse of a girl passing by in the nude.

"Uh, what's going on here?" I ask, confused.

"It's an all girls party. The girls I work with."

I stop just before we reach the kitchen. "Uh,... then what am I doing here."

To be continued... (yes, it's a trample story. I just can't ever seem to get my stories on here in one go.)

[deadfall]

THE PARTY CONT'D

"Okay, so what am I doing here?"

She just gives me the coyest look and tugs my arm, pulling me into the kitchen. By this time, most of the girls at the party have noticed me. And more than a few are giggling, nodding, and talking in hushed tones.

She pulls me up to the Island counter where numerous drinks have been mixed, poured, drunk and spilled. A tall girl with short dark hair and a pale complexion sets down a blender full of what appears to be margaritas, and holds out her hand. I courteously shake it, feeling more than a little bit uncomfortable.

"Hi, I've heard so much about you! I'm Tina! And this is my home."

"Uh, hi. Nice place."

"You're probably wondering why you're here." She smiles knowingly. I feel like I'm in the middle of a bad acid trip. "Okay." She says, noticing my discomfort. "I'll be blunt. (Maggie's taking a shot of tequila and not exactly making eye contact with me) Maggie, me and a couple of the girls went out for drinks a couple of weeks ago. We were talking and I started everyone about this guy I used to date who had this HUGE thing for feet. Anyways, I've always wished there were more guys like that because they're so sweet, giving, honest and genuine. Then, we all started relating similar experiences with such guys. Every single one of us had had a great experience with a guy like that. Except for Maggie..."

My heart pounds in my chest and I can feel my face burning. I'm not exactly open about my fetishes. And I'm wishing I could fall back into a chair. This moment is like my own personal hell. And worst of all, I was ratted out by the girl I love. Turn that frown upside down indeed.

"... I know Maggie too well though. And i can see immediately that she's hiding something. So, I gave her the stare and she had no alternative but to spill the beans. After she told us, we were all completely surprised. None of us had ever heard of a guy who liked to be walked on before."

Okay, I can die now. It's okay, I'm ready. It's gotta be better than this.

"So, I've been planning this "ladies night" for two months. And I thought, 'wouldn't it be cool to have you come to the party and let everyone try it out. ?' Think of the empowerment. I mean, what girl hasn't thought of walking all over a man?"

She must see that I'm ill by now. Only I'm not even looking at Maggie anymore. I'm just staring a a slice of lemon, some unknown spilled liquid, and some empty cups on the counter.

"She said you wouldn't even come if she asked you. She said you'd probably break up with her if you found out she told. You wouldn't do that would you? You have no idea how much this girl loves you. I mean, when I told her that I'd fire her and tell you I knew your secret and place an ad in the newspaper proclaiming your desires to the world, well, she just begged me not to."

Now I'm looking at her. "What?"

"Look, I told her you'd thank her for this eventually. She told us that you'd had fantasies about other women."

This has to be a joke.

[Jimmy22]

Great start!!!

[vertago]

very nice start ! hope you'll continue with it , I see great possibilities!

[hhhmmm]

I'm looking forward to seeing where this story is going as well:)

hhhmmm:)

[WalkOnSparky]

awesome start, love it so far!

[FootCrazy]

Alright, I very rarely post on here but you really have an awesome way of telling a story...I hope you continue what you've already started. Great dialog and imagery...amazing start!!

[deadfall]

It has to be a joke...

"Look, lighten up. She was drunk. Yeah, yeah, so I blackmailed her a little bit. Big deal. Maybe I was just bluffing. But you know what?" I don't think I care what. If I owned a gun, I'd... "You can sit there a be a spoiled sport, let this ruin your evening, your relationship, and possibly your life. Or you can go with the flow. Whaddaya say ladies? What do you think?"

Murmurs of "Yeah! Go with the flow!" "It's not that big of a deal!" "Come on, it'll be fun." I say murmurs because that's what they are. I don't think I'm the only one uncomfortable with this situation. And who is this bitch Tina anyways! And where does she get the nerve!

They say there are... what? seven stages before death? Well, I'm on whatever number "pissed off" is. Wait. What's this? Nope, it's gone. "Acceptance." I'm in "acceptance" now. They don't tell you how quickly you go through those things. I wonder if this is the last stage?

"Uh, heelllloooo." Tina beckons me like I'm some sort of dullard. She's actually moved around the counter and is approaching me. As she reaches out to pat my arm in a comforting way, I have one of those super fast thoughts you only get in critical moments. Like, this is the point where I can either pull away from her gentle touch, or let her pat me like a dog. One means it's not okay and the other means, maybe things aren't so bad.

What was I staring at? As her hand reaches out, I suddenly realize Maggie's holding my arm and looking up into my eyes. God I love this girl. How many times have I asked myself what I wouldn't do for her? The answer's always been nothing.

Tina's devil tainted hand moves from rubbing my arm to patting my back. God, I've never hated a woman so decisively and immediately. Love. Hate. Like an angel and a devil on my shoulder. In the end, I figure they both want the same thing. The question is, do I want it for myself? And does it matter?

"Come on... Let's have some fun" Tina whispers in my ear. Her warm, alcohol saturated breath on my face sends a chill and a mild rage down my spine.

I sigh. I think I actually slouch heavily. Yeah, I'm looking at the ground. Tile floor. And two sets of beautiful feet in flip flops. I can't help but smile at the ridiculousness of it all. I look into my baby's eyes. She's on the verge of crying. I smile. I'll make it all right baby. I'm sorry I doubted you.

"Okay!" I say, raising my voice and my face to the party, which had apparently come to a complete stop. All eyes on me. Fuck it! Let 'em think what they will. Fuck it all! I'm in love. "Do your worst. But I warn you. This is one guy who can take it."

To be continued...

[deadfall]

"Alright! how do we do this?" Tina's rubbing her grubby hands in anticipation. "How does this work?"

"Uh, well, not much to it I guess." I'm trying to keep smiling, let 'em all know it's okay. I'm okay. God, I hate when women are uncomfortable with this. Inexperienced is fine. But that, "doesn't it hurt?" "oooh, I don't want to hurt you!" bullshit really sucks. Just do it already! I'm a man, I can take it! And if you hurt me... well, it's me that's hurt, not you. Leave your empathy at home. I don't want it.

I whisper in Maggie's ear. "I love you. You wanna show 'em how it's done?" Her eyes glow, her fears alleviated. And she kisses me passionately, turning me around and shoving me into the counter. My hands send glass and plastic flying as I brace myself. Her left hand is in that tickle spot just under my ribs and I'm forced to block the tickle, giggling like a child. My heart's pounding. I'm afraid she's going to fuck me right there in front of everyone. Wouldn't that be a night of broken barriers?

Her kiss is warm and active and I'm forced to collapse on the tile on my back as she lays on top of me. I can hear murmurs from the women in the room. Are they blushing? Are they appalled? Are they excited?

The kiss is over and she sits up, holding me down with her hands. "Stay!" she says, in that spunky way, right before she tramples me. Then, she jumps up and lands with both flip-flopped feet square on my stomach. I know this routine. I'm ready. Release the air as she lands, tighten your gut, and your fine. I naturally turn my head to the side and close my eyes as her foot comes down on the side of my face. As she picks up her other foot, grinding my head into the tile, I can hear the scratching and popping of my hair, head, flesh and bone. She hasn't taken her flip flops off. I hate when she does that. She's saying something.

I can't hear what she's saying exactly, my ears sandwiched between feet and floor, but it seems she's addressing the women in the room. A speech? A lesson perhaps? Who knows. Who cares, I'm suffering here.

To be continued.

[vertago]

oh ya !!!! now we're gettin to the good stuff!! please continue!

[luvblkpatntspks]

Come on, get on with it will ya.

[Rugboy3]

Fantastic, I'm in on this one. :)

[hhhmmm]

deadfall:

There is something about flip flops that turn me on!:) I'm more into spiked heeled facials, as in boot facials, but hope that she tramples your face in the flip flops, and not just the side of your head.

Been there with the training of standing on the side of the head to prove that it doesn't hurt, but teaching how to trample face, etc . . . I know it takes time.

Just my thoughts, and wondering where you are going to go with the story:)

hhhmmm:)

[deadfall]

Working a crap load lately. Not a whole lot of time. Suggestion. Just check back in a week or so and there'll probably be quite a bit more and you won't have to wait so long. I didn't intend for this to be anything like a soap opera. I got screwed on this site several times, some time back. Wrote some long stories and they didn't get entered because they were too long. I'm not using my own computer, so I can't just write it on my hard drive and then put it on here. Sorry, sucks. And it's hard for me to stop in the middle of writing. When I get the motivation, I just like to go until I'm spent. Not post. Get back to the page. Reply. Figure out where I was and continue. It's kind of a motivation killer. And I spend a lot of time checking to make sure what I have isn't too long. I honestly have no idea where the cutoff is.

As to where the story is going. Well, I do know how it's going to end. And I do know most of the middle. But I'm more than happy to take suggestions and ad certain aspects to it that I might not have originally intended to write about. To be honest, about me, I'm strictly a barefoot trample person. And I don't really get into pain so much. And I'm not submissive. However, as a writer, I enjoy telling a good story. I get a lot out of other people's stories, so if I write, it's certainly not for myself. I intend to have various aspects of trample and foot fetish within the story, and ultimately, it'll probably be quite long. But it won't go on forever. And if not everyone is satisfied, then I say two things: 1)I can always write another. And 2)You can't please all of the people all of the time. And if you hate it. Well, that's o k too.

Note: I do have experience with domination and pain, so I'm not writing purely from imagination. However, if something seems implausible or just plain incorrect, please forgive me. In the past, when I wrote trample stories on other forums, I tended to get somewhat outlandish at times. So perhaps the breaking up of the story will be a blessing. I'll be able to make amends for mistakes or poor sections.

To the people who are frustrated, "come on, get on with it..." Well, as I stated before, I'm working a lot. And my home, bills and every other aspect of my life must come first. But not to worry, I take no offense and I know where you're coming from.

So, to finish, Thank you for the comments (although, do not feel obligated to leave them, I'll finish the story regardless. I have no problem sending my madness into the ether) and I hope that you'll leave any suggestions you like. Just don't be mad if I don't add them immediately. I'd prefer to work them into the story in a logical way.

[deadfall]

My head is pulsing. I can feel some unknown vein or artery pumping blood somewhere in the side of my head. My heart is literally shoving blood between bone and flip flop, forcing it to my brain. Or from my brain. Whichever. What's the difference really?

"Mrrrrmurrr, mrrr, mr mrrrrmrmmm mrrrrm......" She's droning on and on and on... I wonder if I can time her speech with the beating of my heart. She must be drunk. She's over explaining I think. And she's managed to prop my head slightly off kilter so that it's pinching the crap out of my ear, which is fast becoming warm and sweaty. I wonder what my hair's going to look like when she finally gets off my head. "Mrrmmmurr mrm murmrmmrrr, mrm mr"

Laughter. A general sound of laughter permeating through the soft rubber of that dirty flip flop. It's really quite indistinguishable. Just move a little bit for god's sakes! I'm going to get cauliflower ear!

Finally, she steps off. Well, not off. She steps onto my chest and I tentatively open my eyes, allowing the light of the room to blind me. I must've been closing them pretty tight. I squint my eyes and see quite the gathering around me... us. It's like waking up from a car accident. Only it's not a truck driver, a police officer and a paramedic standing over you, it's an entire sorority... with a more diverse age group.

Most of the girls are smiling down at me, but a couple seem worried. No smiles there. Uh, ladies, you might want to run to your cars and toss that empathy in the trunk for awhile. You won't be needing it. Instead, I just smile reassuringly, my ears tingling and my hair crawling.

I turn my eyes up toward my love...

"Not so fast, mister!" A single flip flopped foot comes roughly down on my face, pressing it back to the side. Wow, she's not pulling any punches tonight. The giggles and laughs are a little embarrassing for me.

"Now, he's a tough guy. I haven't been able to break him yet. He's never said so much as 'uncle' to me. But he tells me all the time that he'd just like to be made to give once." She paused dramatically. "Well, honey, dreams can come true."

"I'll just give you a taste of what I've given him and you'll see what I mean. He thinks he's so tough." Her foot comes off of the side of my face and she stands squarely on my chest. "Look at me!" She commands. I look up into her sweet... oh, shit... her accusing? gaze. Shit! I hate it when she does this. She kicks off her flip flops, allowing me to feel her soft, small, warm pedicured feet on my chest.

"Humph!" She pressed a small amount of air from my lungs as she hops onto my face with both feet simultaneously. I brace my neck muscles in anticipation. And although I'm prepared, she's a bit too drunk for the maneuver and instantly loses balance upon impact, turning my head violently to the side, her feet slipping onto the tile. She nearly falls on top of me, regaining her balance in a crouch with one hand on the counter.

She stands back up and looks down at me. I hear a mix of laughter and astonishment from the spectators. I don't look at them, I look at her, smiling widely. That's a part of our game. She's been trying to break me for two years. I never say a word, I just smile. That's the best form of defiance and most annoying to her. Although, beneath my smile, I have a lump in my throat. We also have rules. Nothing ridiculously stupid or dangerous. Drunk girl jumping on your face on a tile floor. I think this might fall into both categories.

To be continued...

[deadfall]

She's not quick enough to hide her surprise at her folly. But her expression quickly changes to determination as she steps up onto my chest again, looking down at my wide and antagonizing smile. I wink at her in my own sarcastic way.

"Hmmph" she's in the air again, only this time her feet land more surely this time. The back of the head is sort of like a ball. Only this ball doesn't flex. Instead, only a small part of that ball will touch a flat surface. And that small area is now withstanding 110 pounds of feet, twisting and adjusting for balance on my face. I can only be thankful that she managed to miss the crown of my nose.

The girls in the room are clapping and cheering. What do they think this is, a circus act? My head slightly roles and moves as Maggie starts stepping around, turning herself in a full circle, standing in every possible position on my face. Then, she goes 180 degrees more until her toes are pawing idly on my chin, her heels grinding into my eyebrows.

"He just loves this, don't you honey?" She says, in the most patronizing way. "You know, there's really nothing you can't try with him. If you can think of it, I've already done it. And never a peep do I hear from him. His mom always told me he was strong headed." The girls laugh. Very funny Maggie. You should go on tour.

"You wanna see him deep throat?"

"Yeah!" "I've got a dildo in my car!" I've got one right here!"

She steps down onto my neck, and lifts the remaining foot off my face. "Ack!" I tense up the muscles surrounding my throat, trying to keep the blood pumping into my head and the air down to my lungs. I grit my teeth against the pressure, breathing deeply.

"See! Deep throat! Get it?" Her foot is digging deeply into my throat. My hands remain at my sides, but my right leg is flailing a little. Not much I can do about that. But I'm ready for the long haul.

Only the haul isn't so long. She steps up onto my stomach and bounces tentatively once or twice like a kid on a trampoline and then starts jumping. Jumping hard. Stomping down with both feet. Moving up and down and around the general area of my stomach. She stops and stands there for a minute before hopping onto my groin. She grinds. She's doing the twist on my privates, and my privates are getting some rug burn from my underwear and pants and I'm forced to sit up a little bit.

"Hey!" She calls, stopping long enough to jam a foot into my face and press my head back to the tile. She removes the foot and steps off of me.

"Well, that's the general idea. You wanna give it a try Tina? See what you got?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

[Rugboy3]

Now it's getting even better. These women should be pretty cruel since they don't care for hime at all. Great story!

[Undrthong]

Great story! Please proceed deadfall.

[deadfall]

Tina makes her way from the edge of the crowd, no longer a spectator, but a participant. And eagerly so it seems. Her eyes are glowing and behind them... I think I can see a bit of ... something. Something seems slightly off there.

Tina's taller than Maggie and she looks much softer. She's not fat, but she obviously doesn't hit the gym quite as often as Maggie does. She looks to the side for a moment as she kicks her flip flops sliding across the floor. And then she stands to the side of me, placing both hands on the counter. She's not looking into my eyes, she's examining my body as though trying to determine the best place to step.

"Go on, Tina. He lives for this." Maggie encourages.
"Yeah, go for it!"
"Do it Tina!" The rest urge. I can also hear a faint, "Fuck 'im up!" from the back and laughter ensues.

She places a single pedicured foot on my chest and lightly rubs it side to side, I assume she's wiping sweat off. Nervous are we? I can't contain a light chuckle.

Her eyes meet mine, and they're smiling. Only there's mischievousness in the gaze. She removes her foot, braces and leaps into the air, coming down squarely on my stomach. As she lands, she releases her grip from the counter and stands straight with perfect balance, lightly twisting from side to side. The impact is hard, and her heels are digging deeply into my abs.

She looks over at Maggie, smiling, as her body sways from side to side. "I always wanted to do that. Old Bruce Lee movie. I forgot to make the Bruce Lee sounds though." She looks down at me, her weight firmly holding me down. "I'll have to try that again." She hops back to the ground. Only this time, she starts making high pitched kung fu sounds as she leaps up and lands heavily. The rest of the girls are laughing.

She looks down at me and winks. Her wink seems knowing. Knowing what? Who knows. Starting slowly, she starts walking in place. Her feet, gently kneading my abdomen. She's looking forward now, her hands gently holding the counter for balance. She quickly changes from a gentle needing to a march, her feet stomping heedlessly. Her feet are getting wild now as she stomps on my stomach, chest and groin. I brace for the slapping barrage and watch as her face has a look of humor in it, as though she's simply joking around. Only her actions aren't very humorous as each foot comes down heel first. Her face grimaces suddenly as she transitions from a stomp to a standing sprint, her feet pummeling my body and my head slowly raises from the floor as I concentrate on withstanding the fast paced stomping. I'm concentrating on keeping my lungs pumping, only the air comes and goes in sporadic chunks.

TBC

[deadfall]

She just keeps going and I'm beginning to wonder where that soft body is getting all of the energy from. The seconds are dragging out to what could easily be a minute. And more. And when a 140 pound (estimated) girl is sprinting in place on your body, her feet landing randomly as her center of balance hovers from side to side, every second seems like it could be your last. I can feel the blood rushing to or from (who knows which, but it's definitely doing something) my head. And I can feel a drop of sweat creeping across my brow.

My eyes are closed now and my mind is simply focusing on being strong. Enduring. She can't keep this up for ever. And she doesn't.

She suddenly stops one foot on my chest, the other on my stomach. She's breathing heavily. I open my eyes, my uptilted head looking at those pale feet with the dark toenails. And I realize I'm panting a bit also, trying to catch my breath and breathing deeply. She sees what I'm doing and moves the foot on my stomach next to the one on my chest, forcing me to lift her full weight with every breath.

I lean my head back and look up at her, smiling. I think I might have been wincing before.

She furrows her brows with what appears to be disappointment and puts one foot over my slightly open mouth as she takes deep breaths, forcing me to breath through my nose.

"What am I doing?" She asks, short of breath, and slides her foot from my mouth to my throat, immediately putting all of her weight on it, resting one foot on top of the next and leaning back against the counter.

"Hop on up her Katie!" She says, exasperated. I'm going to take a rest here.

30 pounds is a big difference. I'm used to Maggie standing on my throat, but Tina's a much bigger girl. And although I want to play the tough guy, I'm forced to put my hands beneath her feet next to my throat to support her weight. I guess I wasn't ready for throat stepping.

"Uh, oh" Tina chides. "Is this what 'Uncle' sounds like?"

I open my eyes, which are watering and look up at the looming shape of her body. With all of my determination, I remove my hands from her foot and slide them back down to my sides. I prepare myself for the long haul.

"Huh, guess not" Tina says. "Well, I'm just going to relax here for awhile and sip on my Margarita. You should really try this Katie. It's really good." She takes a sip of the Margarita. "And so's the Margarita."

"I don't know." Apparently Katie says. "Are you sure he's alright?"

"Oh, he's fine." Says Maggie. "He's start squirming if he wasn't."

My breath is coming in rasps as I try to blink away tears. "Here, I'll show you." Maggie says, standing over me. One foot comes to rest over my mouth, and then all I see is blackness as she steps up and stands on my face.

"See, nothing to it. I'll have a Margarita too." My head wobbles and grinds as she's apparently fidgeting around. "Anyone else want one? There's plenty. Just step up to the bar here.

I'm breathing violently through my nose, probably getting snot over one of Maggie's feet. I wonder if the rest of the girls notice. Each breath is a challenge and the pain to the back of my head and the burning in my throat are both vying for supremacy.

TBC...

[deadfall]

"Sure, I'll have one!" I can't see who it is. Katie perhaps? I can barely feel the soft foot feeling tentatively on my chest through the pain on my neck and head. My closed eyes are seeing red as one of Maggie's heels digs into my eye sockets.

The mystery girl finally steps up, full weight, one foot on my chest and the other on my stomach. Her weight shifts as she does something.

"I'll have one too!" Says another girl. "Scoot over Beth." The girl standing on my body moves high onto my chest as another pair of feet join her. Only these feet didn't bother kicking off her flip flops. My stomach strains to hold her weight, which seems much greater than the other girls.

"Hey, I can feel his muscles twitching. He's actually holding me up!" Comes the second girls voice. "I wonder how long he can keep that up?" My abs are straining to their limits. "Come on, you can do it." She begins bouncing up and down. "Work those abs." I pull my legs up, bending at the knees.

"Hey, no fair!" Another voice? "That's cheating!" I feel a foot press down on my knees, but I'm straining heavily, trying to protect the precious organs in my stomach.

"Now, he's .. not .. being .. very .. nice." Comes the second girls voice, each word emphasized by her full weight crushing into my abs as she bounces.

"Yeah, not fair!" "Come on." A general murmur of disappointment is coming from the crowd.

"You're just gonna have to lay him out if you want a place to stand girls." Maggie says as her weight shifts back and forth on my face.

I feel several hands and feet grabbing and pressing on my legs which I was sure were set like steel. With great effort, my legs are laid flat and stood upon by several feet. Some flat and hard from the soles of flip flops. Some Contoured and molded to my legs as the feet are bare. One girl is stepping on my ankle, twisting it in just the right way, forcing me to grunt through my nose.

"Oh, do you want to give up baby? Have you had enough?" Maggie picks up the foot covering my eyes and rests it on top of the foot over my mouth. I blink away the wetness, trying not to focus on the fact that the insides of my lips have become raw from grinding against my teeth. Or the two feet of Tina, which have managed to place themselves side by side on my throat, tilting my head back and widening the area for her feet to rest. My chin is pressing firmly against one of her ankles instinctually, trying to protect the sensitive region. Tina's toes are pawing idly at the side of my neck. I can barely see her sipping at a margarita.

I look up into Maggie's bright smile. "OOOH, Poor Baby!" She coos. I can't smile with my mouth covered, so instead I wink. My hands are still at my sides, although I'm making a conscious effort to keep them there.

"Hey, Bell, will you grab my camera out of my purse? I've gotta have a picture of this!"

"Which one is it?"

"The green one, over there by the television. Yeah, that's it."

The girls are moving and shifting. I have Maggie on my face, Tina on my throat, one girl on my chest, the heavy girl still bouncing on my stomach which has given out under her weight and I can feel her flip flopped feet sagging toward my spine, making breathing even more difficult. And i can't count how many girls are spread out from my groin down to my toes.

"Hey, is there some kind of world record for this?" One of the girls asks.

"I don't know" says Maggie. "Is there?" She asks me. I crinkle my brows, unable to speak. "Blink once for yes, twice for no, baby." She says, then takes a sip from her Margarita. I don't know. How the hell should I know. What kind of record would that be anyways? What kind of record is it to have three packs of lit cigarettes in your mouth? Hmm. Good point. I blink twice. I don't know. I don't think so.

"He says no." Maggie says. "I'm sure he doesn't know though."

"Say cheese!"

"CHEESE!"

I see a flash. And another flash. And more flashes. How many cameras are there anyways? God. This is going to get on the internet. Through the pain, I can feel the horror creeping through me. This was a stupid idea.

[deadfall]

"You know, this is getting kind of old." Tina says. They've only been going for about ten minutes and she's already bored. That figures. She steps off of my throat and walks around the counter.

"Yeah, you're right." Maggie says. She steps off of my face. "You know what we need to do? We need to turn this into a drinking game or something."

"Yeah!" The mob approves. All of the girls step off of my legs and the girl on my chest steps off as well, leaving the one girl on my stomach. I'm finally able to see her.

She's very tall and thick. And her feet are huge. I guess that she's about 6'4 and wears about a size 12 shoe. She has a very pale complexion and long dark hair. She turns to look down at me. "Well, just because they're quiters doesn't mean I have to be." She says with a wink. She's obviously drunk and she's holding a shot of tequila in her hand. She licks salt from her free hand and takes the shot, quickly picking up a slice of lime from the counter and sucking on it. "Besides!" She says, slamming the shotglass upside down on the counter. "I'm not too happy with men right now! And Maggie promised me I could take out some aggression on you! You see, I just found out my boyfriend was cheating on me two days ago. He's a pig! In fact, all men are pigs! I've never met a man who wasn't selfish." She squats down on my chest, her flip flops digging into my chest. My breathing is difficult as her body moves up and down with each breath. "I think you're a pig."

"Come on Lorie, give him a break!" Another girl says from the crowd which has dwindled to about five girls now.

"You shut up!" Lorie says. "He says he lives for this! Well, then he won't have a problem with anything I might do to him. I've been screwed over by men too much in my life to make me believe that he's any different!" She stands up. "All they can do is think with their pricks!" A single foot stomps down onto my groin. My hands move to hold it but only find her great, unmoving flip flopped foot.

"Yeah, that's right. You live for this don't you?" I'm curling up in pain. "DON'T YOU!"

"YES!" I cry.

"YES WHAT?"

"YES, UHHH... mistress?" Her foot is now grinding into my groin and my hands can't stop it.

"THAT'S RIGHT!" Where the fuck is Maggie? What the fuck is going on here? I tentatively look around, but I can't see her anywhere. I don't hear her voice.

"I'M IN CHARGE HERE! YOU GOT THAT?" she steps off of my groin, leaving my hands to mournfully caress the sensitive area. "I SAID, 'YOU GOT THAT!'" She moves quickly across my red, sweaty body, jamming her foot into my throat.

"Ack!" I remove my hands from my groin to protect my neck, pressing up on the foot which threatens to cut off all of my air. This girl isn't small, she's big. And I'm afraid the haul would be quite short with her standing on my neck. "Are you listening to me?" She asks.

"Yes, mistress!" I sputter. "Yes mistress! You're in charge!"

TBC...

[deadfall]

"That's what I thought!" She removes her foot from my throat and I'm grateful. I'm not exactly looking for a broken neck here. She's standing on my chest now, the fingertips of one hand guiding her balance, which is pretty good considering how drunk she appears to be.

She pours another shot from the Tequila bottle, sprinkles some salt on her hand and goes through the shot routine again. Turning around, she picks out one of the girls and asks, "Hey Linda, will you go look by the door for me and grab my overnight bag? I've got some stuff in there that I need."

I look over to see a young tan blond girl saying, "Sure, no problem. It's the black one with the silver trim right?"

"Yeah, that's it. Thanks a million."

She looks down into my eyes and I look back up into hers, each breath an effort as her weight is balanced squarely over my lungs. "I brought some things just for you."

For me? I frown in confusion. What the hell is she talking about? Dare I even ask?

"And here they are." Linda approaches and hands off the bag, which is actually a suitcase. The big girl crouches down, setting the bag beside me and unzips it, her balance faltering for a moment. She's forced to reach out and place a hand on the floor to keep herself from tumbling forward. She unzips the bag and begins rooting through it. I can't see what's in there. I'm assuming it's a bunch of clothes and toiletries. But with women, who knows.

"Ah, here we go!" She smiles brightly, keeping a hand inside the bag, concealing whatever it is she's found. "Maggie said you wouldn't mind if we got a little kinky." She says, smiling at me. What the hell is this girl talking about? I'm not having sex with you or anything, lady. "She said your open minded. Was she lying?"

"Uh, no... uh, mistress."

"Great! Then you won't mind if I put these on you." She pulls out a set of fluffy pink shackles linked with half inch diameter nylon rope. What the hell? I can't help but laugh. They look ridiculous.

"I knew you'd be a good sport." She stands up and steps off of me. "Here, sit up." I remain on the floor for a a minute, taking some deep, unimpeded breaths. Then, I sit up.

"Okay." I say. "I'll play. But I think you're a bit too heavy to step on my neck. I don't wanna die or anything."

She laughs. "Okay, fair enough. May I?" She gestures to the shackles.

I nod. She passes the nylon behind the small of my back and clamps the shackles to my wrists. "Okay, now lay back. I'm going to tighten them up a bit."

"Well, I don't think they should be any tighter around my wrists" I say, laying back.

"No, honey, they're shackles. The wrists aren't adjustable. But the rope is. Lift your arms." I lift them and the nylon holds against the small of my back after each arm has lifted about four inches from the floor. "See." She says. "I'm going to pull them a bit tighter so you can't lift your arms so high." I'm feeling a bit concerned that she's acting so cordial. It's like I'm talking to a completely different person. This girl seems sweet and completely not jaded. The whole thing is weirding me out.

She seems to have caught wind of my concern. "Hey." She says, squatting beside me, pulling expertly on the ropes. "We're just having fun here. No big thing." she soothes. "There, see?"

I try to lift my arms but they're held firmly at my sides. My efforts are squashed by the rope digging into my back. But if I don't attempt to lift my arms then I can hardly feel the rope at all. "Hmmm." I say. It's a pretty nifty little setup, leaving my chest and stomach completely unimpeded by the restraints. It's almost as if the whole thing were specifically designed for trampling.

TBC

[deadfall]

"Okay" She says. "Now we'll put these on." She pulls two straps from the bag. They're like the kind used to hold down cargo on pallets, only smaller. "Lift your legs a bit dear." I comply. She places one set around my thighs tightens them up and the other around my ankles.

"How do you feel?" She asks me, standing up near my feet. I squirm a little bit, testing the restraints.

"Uh, pretty immobile I guess."

She casually walks over and carefully sits down on my stomach, kicking off her flip flops. "Good" She says, somewhat absently. She sighs, leaning forward, digging through her bag. Without a word, she removes a set of six inch spiked heels. They're more like stripper shoes than anything you'd see worn on the streets, with elaborate straps that clasp around the ankle.

My eyes widen and she looks at me with the most wicked smile. "Maggie said you liked shoes."

"Uh, I do, but..."

"Are you wimping out on me?" She asks, challenging me.

"Uh, well, no, but..."

"Look, if you wanna puss out, that's fine by me. I thought we were gonna have some fun here, but..."

"No, no." I say. What the hell am I saying? Yeah, sure, go ahead. Put those meat hooks on those sasquachian feet of yours and pierce my body with god knows how much weight you're carrying around. It's no problem. I'm covered by Cigna. I can always claim that I lost a fencing match. Sure, the docs'll believe that. "I'm game. It's just that, well, you're not exactly... uh, petite you know."

She just stares at me. "Well, you're just full of complements, aren't you?" Yeah, like anyone ever confused you for petite, lady. She chuckles. "Look, if you want to quit at any time, you just say uncle. I'm not crazy you know." As she says that, she looks, well, crazy is the best word to define it. She's laughing now, more like guffawing. I don't think I ever saw a guffaw before this very moment. But sure enough, there it is. I guess it's reserved for bigger people.

She starts lacing up the heels and kicks them out, examining how they look on her feet. "Nice, huh?"

"Yeah." Yeah, if you're a streetwalker. What the hell am I doing?

TBC

[hhhmmm]

Great continuation, and thanks for the effort that it takes to write a story! Great job:)

hhhmmm:)

[vertago]

you're keeping me tuned in! i like your writing style, not into heels myself but still loving it so far!

[Sauur]

I love this story great job!

[deadfall]

And where the hell did Maggie go? I look around, squirming under the girl's big ass cheeks, which are buffered by a pair of short shorts, and the restraints, trying to pick Maggie out from the crowd. Several girls are sitting at the couch in the living room adjacent to the kitchen and watching us, talking and laughing, drinking various drinks and eating snacks. Others are moving around the house, looking over at me, some smiling, some giggling, others obviously embarrassed by the whole thing. But no Maggie. I can hear splashing coming from outside as many have decided to continue swimming. I thought they were going to do a drinking game or some crap like that. What the hell is going on here?

The girl sitting on me stands up and says, "I'll be back in just a second." She takes her bag and leaves the room, her heels clacking smartly on the tile floor. A younger girl wearing white shorts unbuttoned in the front to show her bikini and a yellow halter top walks up from the hallway and steps up onto my stomach without even a glance at me. She raises up onto her toes as she leans across the counter for something, settles back, her bare tan feet gripping me tightly for balance. I see that she's now holding a blue plastic cup in her hand. She steps off of me and continues outside. She never even looked at me once. It's like I don't even exist.

I lay on the floor, looking around, watching the girls move and talk, dance music is playing in the living room and a couple of the girls are now grinding each other like they're in some hip hop dance club. They're laughing. One's drinking a beer as they dance and the other's spilling some red concoction on the tile floor as her arms flail frenetically to the music.

I'm so amused by the whole thing that I don't notice two girls have approached from above my field of view. I hear there voices talking just in time squint before one of the girls steps solidly with one foot on the side of my face, pinning my head to the floor. Her second foot plants firmly on my chest. The second girl steps up onto my stomach.

"Yeah, I know honey, but you've gotta get over him. He's the same scumbag he always was."

"I know. But it's so hard, I loved him so much."

"He'll only hurt you more if you go back to him. You have to believe that."

"Is this where you tell me there are other fish in the sea?"

A chuckle. "I guess it is." The step off of me at the same time, walking away with full drinks in their hands. What the hell is going on here? They didn't even glance at me. It's like an episode of the twilight zone or something.

As I ponder the deeper meaning of the situation, my ears perk up to the sound of smartly clacking heels coming from the hallway. I look up to see the tall chick dressed in black latex, a cruel looking whip in her hand. I squirm instinctually as her face looks stern and determined. "What the fuck?" I say, unable to contain my shock.

"Hey Jenna, come here." She says. One of the girls on the couch bounces out of her seat at the couch in the living room. She pads barefoot across the floor up to the dom.

"What's up?" she asks.

They're standing right next to me. "Will you do me a favor and stand right there?" she asks, her finger pointing directly at my face.

Jenna looks at me and smiles. Can she see the horror in my eyes? "Sure, no problem." She says, almost annoyingly perky. She almost skips the four feet to my head and literally bounces up onto my face, her feet crushing my head into the tile. "Look, no hands!" she says. "All those years in gymnastics are paying off!"

[Undrthong]

Keep going this is great!

[AplledZ]

Is this story never ending? :)

[Tramplemenc]

Man I hope it does not end--Can't wait for the spikes..Great Job

[deadfall]

Nope, it'll end.

[deadfall]

"Okay!" Says the tall girl. "This is how it's done. Can you hear me down there?"

I assume she's referring to me, but I can't exactly reply with a gymnast standing on my face. I can't even nod my head. I can feel the spike of a heel slowly moving up and down the center of my chest. I'm actually feeling scared now and considering twisting my head to get the gymnast off of me so I can speak out. I hear lots of foot steps, clacking and thumping in the room.

"Oh, baby!" It's Maggie's voice. "What have these mean girls done to you?" Thank god Maggie's here! At least she won't let them hurt me. "It's about time someone showed you who's boss!" I hear laughter, it seems the party is congregating again. Who's boss? What the hell's she talking about? The girl standing on my face steps off of me, allowing me to see my sweet lovely Maggie.

Maggie is standing over me smiling. "You poor baby." She coos. "Were you afraid Mistress Saint was gonna hurt you?" She's patronizing me. She's quite clear when she patronizes me.

I look up at the latex clad mistress, her heel still fondling my body. She's not looking at me, apparently mesmerized by my body. I look around to see all the girls from the party around me. Some are sitting on the floor with overnight bags, removing heels of various colors and sizes. Others are wearing tennis shoes now, and others are carrying bags over their arms, appearing as though their ready to leave. Only they don't seem to be ebbing toward the door.

"What's going on, Maggie?" I ask.

She still has that patronizing look in her eye. "Well, isn't this what you wanted?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I love you so much!" Her eyes are filling with tears. "Seven years!" She can't look at me and turns, running out of the room, my head arched back to see her go. She disappears down the hallway and I can hear a door slam.

"Tina, go check on her, see if she's alright." Says Mistress Saint.

I look up at her, my body straining against the shackles, bending my legs. I just want to get up and move. I just want to go be with Maggie. "What the hell's going on here?" I ask, rolling to my side, straining. Mistress Saint never takes her heel from my skin. She begins pressing the heel into the soft portion of my side, right at the lowest rib, grinding hard, forcing me to roll back to my back. "Arrrgh!" I cry. "What the $#%@!"

"You still haven't figured it out?" Figured it out? What the hell is she talking about?

Tina stomps back into the room. "She won't come out of the bathroom. She says she needs to be alone."

"Time out! Time out time out time out! Will somebody PLEASE tell me what the $#@% is going on here?" I'm freaking out here. My girl's in tears, these girls are all insane apparently, and I'm tied up with the heel of some giant chick ready to dig into my body.

"You're a real piece of shit!" Tina screams. "That's what's going on here!"

I can't even speak, my mouth is open but I have no words. I'm completely and utterly confounded. This is a joke. This has to be a joke. I look around at all of the stern and concerned faces of the women at the party. If this is a joke, then these chicks deserve an Oscar.

"Oh, you men are all the same!" Tina berates me. "You think you're so smooth. You think the world is your damn oyster. And you treat women like... like we're stupid or something.:

[deadfall]

I'm so frustrated that I actually start laughing. I'm shaking my head. I need to talk to Maggie. I need to figure out what's going on. I lay my upraised head back onto the tile, completely consternated. "I honestly have no friggin clue what you're talking about lady." I'm staring up at the popcorn ceiling, Mistress Saint a faint shadow in my lower field of vision. "And I won't unless someone tells me."

"I'll tell you." It's Maggie, she's come back from the bathroom, dabbing her eyes and rubbing her snotty nose with a handful of tissues. "7 years." She says as though it were a thought and not words. "7 years of loving you. 7 years of my life I've given to you. Us. I would have done anything for you. Anything."

"And I'd do anything for you baby!" I'm pleading. "You know tha...aaAARRRGG!" The heel digs deeply into my navel and my body contorts in reaction.

"Shut up and listen, you pig!" Mistress Saint growls, grinding the heel back and forth as she presses heavily.

"And then you threw it all away." Maggie says, her wet eyes smoldering. "How many was it? 10? 20? More? Seven years is a long time!"

"What?" I'm crying now. Crying like a friggin' baby.

"You thought I wouldn't find out? Find out about all of those women? How many did you screw? I don't even care anymore."

She's lost her damn mind! I've been faithful for seven years. I love her! She's always been more than enough for me! If I ever had a dream girl, Maggie's it! Maggie's my dream come true! "NO! You're wrong Maggie! I don't know why you're saying all of this, but it's not true! You're the one Maggie! You've always been the one!" She's crying again.

She hunches over, holding her stomach. "SHUT UP!!!!" she screams. Tina, who's been rubbing her shoulders looks at me.

"I'll shut him up!" She stomps up to me, her still bare feet flapping on the tile. I turn away, cringing, expecting her to kick me in the face. Instead, she pulls the hair on the side of my head, turning my face upward and plants a foot right over my mouth. I'm in terror, fighting for my life now, pulling fiercely against my hair. My stomach is suddenly pierced by the heel which had been simply resting on it, and I can see that Mistress Saint has finally stepped up full weight onto me. She tramps expertly up onto my chest, never even using the counter as a handhold. Her heels are digging deeply into my flesh, pinpoints of fire and heat. One heeled foot comes down heavily onto my throat, pinning my head.

Everything's stopped. I can feel the heel digging smartly into the side of my neck and the other heel a shock of electricity in my chest. Mistress Saint is unmoving, she knows she has me locked. Tina lets go of my hair and stands up next to me.

"We've been planning this for awhile now you little prick" Tina says, looking down at my immobile body. My desire to move, to run, to shudder is completely stopped by the fear of that single heel puncturing my neck. "Maggie's a wonderful girl. And what you did to her... you're gonna pay! If you play your cards right, you might come out of this alive!"

My breath is fire. I'm panting, panicking, I've never been so afraid in my life.

"I'm sick of seeing your face!" Tina says and wastes not time in mounting it, her hot, sweaty feet digging in with determination.

TBC

[hhhmmm]

Damn, love the heels! What a story so far!! Please keep it up:)

hhhmmm

[deadfall]

I want to speak. To cry out. But my mouth is covered, crushed, unforgiving soles smashing my lips over my teeth. A heel is still pressed precariously into my neck while the other is jammed firmly into my sternum. It shakes slightly as the Mistress Saint maintains her balance, her full weight mostly on that single foot. Every wobble threatens to dig through my skin and rest uninhibited on the bones of my chest.

"Lets make his dreams come true, ladies." Tina's voice is fierce and unemotional.

A general murmur arises in the room. I can't hear specifics, but the tone is remorseless and angry. Heels clatter, feet pad, and shoes flap on tile as the entire party converges on my position.

A heel, a foot, a rubber sole. Each finds an opening. My legs are grabbed by hands and pinned and held down, kept from bending. And on top of them feet crush. Grind. Pierce. It's like a massive, unstable bed of nails Is being placed on top of my hot and sweaty body.

------Sorry, gotta run---- will continue soon.

[LuvsHerHeels]

Mistress Saint...please dig the heel into his throat...harder and deeper...no mercy.

[SaleB]

I must say, it's been a while since I read such a nice story.
Keep the good work.

[deadfall]

The pain is searing as the girls amass atop my immobile body. My arms are pinned and pierced while heels and soles scrape and move across my burning flesh as the women jockey for position. I want to cry out, the pain is so unbearable. My muscles are a massive knot, pressing against an untold weight swaying, pinching and undulating over my body.

"You f@$#er!" "You piece of s&%$!!!" "How do you like it now?"

Insults. Wicked and unforgiving. I feel droplets on small patches of skin where angry feet haven't managed to take hold. Am I bleeding? Am I sweating? I can't tell. The pain suggests the former, but my body is so hot. It's like a wave of steam has encased my entire being.

Every breath is white fire. My diaphragm filling my lungs and pressing hard against 8 distinct heels piercing into my ribcage.

"Ooops!" A faint laugh in the crowd causing my back to arch violently against the pain, lifting untold pounds of female anger higher off the floor. "OOOhh, did I make some boo boos?" Her two heels, which had been balancing precariously on the side of my rib cage, slipped off, scraping rapidly and violently down my side, her heels clomping to the tile. And with no hesitation, she's back up, her heels taking hold across scrapes which I'm sure now are bleeding. Cold blood on hot flesh crawling slowly with gravity.

"Hey, there's no room for us! Where can we stand?"

"Oh, you'll get your chance. Be patient. We have all night."

"Yeah, but he might not last that long."

"He's still breathing. See?"

"Yeah, he's getting snot all over my foot. I think he's crying." Tina's voice is distinct in the crowd. "I'll give him something to cry about!" Her feet rise and fall in succession, her bare soles coming down with conviction as she marches wildly on my face. Her once soft soles feel like hard bone or rock pounding into my skull and I'm forced to turn away, my face swelling.

The turning of my head causes her to lose her balance and she crashes down, her ass slamming into the side of my head.

"Aaaaaaah!" I release air from my lungs. My mouth finally free to take clear and painful deep breaths, raising the girls on my chest. The one's on my stomach have sunk deep, the heels wiggling toward my spine and moving my precious organs.

"You son of a bitch!" Tina screams.

"Here, let me!" A set of heels clacks up by my head, one heel steps carelessly onto my neck, pinning it, the other immediately following. Two heels digging into my adams apple.

"Ack ack ack!" I struggle for breath, the pressure in my neck killing me. I'm going to die here. This is how I die. I try to witness my life. The mistakes that led me to this moment, but all I can focus on is the pain. "P....ll....aaaaaa....ssss!" I'm drooling, my mouth a useless mess.

"Shut up, you bastard!" Tina cries. "Amanda, Karen, put those heels to use here."

The two girls walk up next to Tina. "Sit there and hold his face up while I get my heels on." Together, the girls sit down and jam their heels into my face, lifting it upward and pressing it into the side of the counter. As my face rises, I my neck scrapes across the two unmoving heels latched around my neck.

"UUUGGGHHHH!" I'm crying. I'd crawl into the fetal position if I could. Please let me die! If there's a god, he'll let me die now or take away my consciousness. Through watered eyes, I see their bodies looming and moving on top of me. Holding each other and the counter for balance as they try to crush the life out of me. My neck is twisted and the girl standing on top of it is laughing and joking with the girl immediately next to her on my chest.

Tina looms over me and steps up onto my face, her heels digging into my cheeks, mouth, teeth through lips, and skull as she steps around in a vicious and tight circle on my face. It's like she's jogging on my face and my face is becoming a pulp.

"You like the cha cha, you f#%$er! I'm dancing the cha cha on your f#$%ing face!"

Her heels don't cover my face as whole as her bare soles had and I'm left spuddering in agony.

TBC

[deadfall]

I jerk my body under the pain, twisting and contorting, trying one last desperate attempt to throw them from me. But it's no use. They're weight is too great and they've tied me too well. If I could move my arms, at least I'd have a chance. Or spread my legs. Then I might be able to twist my body. But I'm spent. My energy is gone and all I can do is wait for the end.

"Hey, he's still got some spirit in him sisters!"

"Yeah, he wants us to get down!"

"Hey, I've got an idea. I've got something perfect on my ipod!"

Moments pass as the girls mill and converse on my body. The music starts. It's House of Pain. The girls are all cheering.

"Okay, with me ladies!" Their feet move and their bodies gyrate to the beat. The singer raps and pretty soon it's "Jump up, jump up, and get down!" And three singular jumps on top of my body. The weight rising and grinding three times. Each time. And the girls are all singing along and laughing as they do it. Each jump, a teaser of relief and each fall hammers on nails on my flesh. I'm actually numbing to the pain. I think I may be going into shock.

I can't even tell where the pain is. It's just general now. The dancing and rising is guiding each breath. My body is locked, spent and immobile. The four heels digging into my ear and the side of my face, the two walking on my face, the two piercing into my neck and all the rest are beginning to fade. I can barely even spudder through my bloody lips any more.

As the song ends, the girls all begin to step off of my body. I don't even care. I feel like I'm the living dead. Each freed piece of flesh is a piece of throbbing pressure. And once they're all off of me, I feel bloated. I feel like I've been spit out of the ass of a dinosaur. I'm just a worthless piece of shit soon to be forgotten by the ages.

I look up through swollen eyes to see Maggie standing over me. She has a pitying look about her. She rubs her bare foot across my bloodied swollen lips. She does it softly, like a kiss.

"I love you so much." She says. "I'd do anything for you. You've never been truly happy. Not with me. How many times have you confided in me? How many times have you told me your desires? How many times while we made love were you thinking only of this? Thinking of other women trampling your helpless body. The sadness in you. I know you loved me. But loving me for you was like giving up. I couldn't share you like that anymore than I could get in the way of your dreams. And now your dreams have come true." She's crying and I want to tell her to stop. To tell her they were only dreams. They were only fantasies. That I didn't drift when we were together. Well, not that often anyways. And what's wrong with dreams? What's wrong with fantasy? I never wanted this. It was something that lived only in my mind. And it was destroyed upon happening. Our love was real. And it was great. To have a reality like that is a gift and now it's gone. And now we're in another reality. And it's cold and dark and painful.

I want to say those things, but I can't. My physical capacities are gone. My breathing is labored. My ribs are broken. My body is broken. My will is broken. And even love can't compel me to push beyond it to bear my heart. I'm ready to die.

Some of the girls have changed into tennis shoes. There are eight of them. They grab my broken body and lift it, carrying it through the house and into a garage. A trunk is open and waiting. They toss my body limply into the back and I'm un-phased by the impact. They shut the trunk door and soon we're driving. Backing out, stopping, accelerating, turning, slowing. The humming of the vehicle seems to go on forever. My face planted numbly atop a spare tire and a tire iron is poking into my leg.

After an eternity, the car stops. The trunk is opened and four girls grab and heave my body from the trunk. They drop me to the ground, my head slapping against dirt next to the exhaust. The cool desert air is a blessing. I lay atop rocks and dirt, feeling the cool wind lick my tattered body. "Goodbye my love." Comes Maggie's voice. The car doors close and the engine clicks into gear. The wheels move close and come across my ribcage. Whichever ribs weren't broken have joined the group. The car stops, a single wheel resting on top of my ribs. Seconds go by and I'm blacking out. The tires peel, rear wheel drive sending me skittering into a ditch.

I see the moon. It's white and round. Like a tunnel, coming to an end.

The End

[LuvsHerHeels]

Excellent story...thanks so much for posting it here.

[hhhmmm]

dead:

Loved the story, but wished that they would have finished him of with their tennies, instead of the car . . . but thanks for taking the time to write the story, and posting it! I know that it's tough for you to do, with your computer time . . .

hhhmmm:)

[JayGil]

Great story, Deadfall.
This is the first time i've read it and i've really loved it.
Thank you very much for sharing it with us.

[deadfall]

Thanks JayGil, just wish I could change the title. It fits, but it's not very compelling. lol.

[JayGil]

It compels me, at least. It says "this story is going to be interesting". And it is.

[stivalo]

great story!
thanks

[myleni]

Great story!

[thesolemuncher]

Bravo.
I don't really like stories that end in death lol but this was so well written I had to stay till the end :)

[planner1]

Deadfall,

Outstanding story. It had a lot of everything that this forum is all about.

Thanks,