crushed101
04-12-2008, 4:11 AM
After my last encounter with Michelle and Sarah, I decided to keep a low profile and preferred to stay at home most evenings. However, a few days before Christmas our local pub was holding the finals of their karaoke competition that I knew would attract a good crowd. As it was going to busy, I hoped I could find a quiet corner and not be noticed, so walked in and made my way to the end of the bar, sat on a bar stool and ordered my usual pint. I had only been seated for about ten minutes when the girls walked in followed by some of their mates.
They made their way to a large table by the window and all sat together. One of the girls, Jenny, who I’ve met before came to the bar and ordered two bottles of wine and six glasses. Dressed elegantly and wearing knee high boots, Jenny stood about 6ft 3ins in her heels. With long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, she is a beautiful looking young lady, and she knows it. She looked at me a couple of times but never spoke, collected the tray with wine and glasses and returned to the others.
During the evening I noticed the girls look in my direction a few tines, even pointing and laughing. I wondered what they were talking about but had a good idea. I’m sure Michelle and Sarah had been giving the others a complete rundown of our previous encounter. I could feel myself blushing and tried to ignore their attention but to add to my embarrassment Jenny joined in the karaoke session and sang ‘These boots are made for walking’, originally sang by Nancy Sinatra, whilst constantly looking at me.
After a few beers I decided to leave but as I headed towards the door Michelle intercepted me and said
“Don’t go, we’re having a party at Jenny’s later, why don’t you join us”
“Because I don’t trust you” I said “and I know what you were all talking about”
“There’ll be lots of other people coming, you’ll be OK” she said “You know where she lives, be there in about 30 minutes”
“Alright” I said and returned to the bar and ordered another beer. After watching the girls leave I finished my drink and made my way to the manor house just down the road. Jenny’s father is a local businessman and her parents had gone away for the Christmas break leaving the house to Jenny and her older sister Sophie.
Nervously I knocked on the door and moments later was greeted by Michelle, who led me through to the large living room, which was furnished with big sofas and heavy wood bookcases. In the corner of the high ceiling room was a large dining table with six chairs, the walls all around clad with dark oak panelling. I took a few seconds to take in the surroundings and quickly realised I was standing in a room with about 12 young ladies.
“Where’s everybody else” I asked Michelle
“Don’t worry” she said “others will be coming along later. Would you like a drink?”
“I’ll just have a beer please” I replied glancing at the girls who all seemed to be looking in my direction, faint smiles on their faces. I moved over to join Jenny, who introduced me to Sophie, as tall and beautiful as her younger sister. Wearing a stylish white blouse, skin tight denims and high heel shoes, she held out her hand and said “Pleased to meet you” as Michelle returned and handed me a beer. I still felt very uneasy but Sophie’s warm smile helped me relax a little.
For the next half an hour I continued chatting to the sisters while another three guests arrived, all female. Finally my suspicions of a setup came to reality when Sarah came up behind me and asked
“Would you like to like my boots, they’re all dirty where I walked across the green?” I put my drink down on a table ready to make a run for the door but before I could move the girls had surrounded me, grabbing my arms and pulling my legs away from underneath me. I struggled hard but was easily overpowered by these beautiful ladies who removed my jacket and tore the shirt from my back. I was down on the floor being held in place when Michelle appeared with two lengths of rope, working fast to tie my wrists to two of the sofa legs. My screams were ignored and moments later I was secured in place on the hard oak flooring, arms out stretched. The girls then all stood up and looked down at me, laughing. I was breathless from the struggle and the weight of them sitting on me but my respite was short lived as Sarah stepped up onto my chest. This heavy young lady was trying to keep her balance but as she wobbled her heels dug into my ribs causing me cry out in pain. I started to thrash about hoping to buck her off and eventually she lost her balance and stepped off.
“That’s no good” she snarled “if he can just shrug us off. Lets tie his legs down as well”. With that, Jenny left the room, returning shortly from the garage with another two lengths of rope.
“Lets take his trousers off first” said Sarah as she nodded to the others to give her a hand holding me still while they removed my shoes, socks and trousers. But she didn’t stop there, tearing my boxer shorts off as well before roping my ankles to two other sofa legs. My obvious embarrassment was clear and pleas for them to cover me up fell on unconcerned ears so I resigned myself to what might come. Laid naked before these young ladies, I looked up at their grinning faces and felt my body start to shake.
For a while they seemed to ignore me, returning to their small groups and topping up their drinks. Then Jenny came over and rested her foot on my chest
“Michelle told us you like being walked on by women” she said “so this must be a dream come true for you” I remain silent as I looked up at this beauty towering above me. I noticed her eyes were darting between my red flushed face and my manhood, which showed a little bit of excitement as she slowly increased the pressure on my chest.
“You’re nothing but a pervert” she snarled as she stepped on me crushing the air from my lungs before rejoining her sister. Great, I thought, now everyone in the village thinks I’m a pervert.
For the next 20 minutes or so I was stepped on by nearly all the girls several times as there moved around the large room. Some on my chest, some on my stomach but Sarah made a big effort to stamp down with sole of her boot on my groin, causing me to scream out and bringing tears to my eyes.
“You can scream as loud as you like” she laughed “nobody can hear you out here” then walked round and pushed the heel of her boot into my mouth demanding I lick the mud off. Frightened but what else she might do, I dutifully did as I was told. It was then Michelle and another girl’s turn to administer some pain. Using the toe of her boot, she pushed my head to one side and invited her mate to stand on the side of my face. She was wearing open strapped high heel shoes and seemed to show no concern as she stepped up, holding Michelle’s hand for balance. I could hear both girls giggle and felt her heels digging into my cheek when suddenly another girl stood on my chest followed by a third stepping onto my stomach. I was being completely crushed under the feet of these girls and could do nothing about it. I couldn’t breath but just managed to cry out
“Get off, get off, you’re really hurting me” but they chose to ignore my plea and remained in place for a couple of minutes before Michelle’s mate stepped off my head. I slowly lifted my head and realised the towering Jenny and her sister Sophie were the ones standing on my body. They both had a drink in hand and were chatting as if I didn’t exist, rocking gently as their heels dug into my soft flesh. It was only when another girl asked if there was anymore white wine that they stepped off and made their way to the kitchen.
I had a few minutes to recover and as my breathing was returning to normal the wicked Sarah returned with three of her mates, none of whom I knew.
“The last time we had him tied down I stamped on his face” she said looking at each girl in turn. “I was wearing my trainers and left some great marks” she added. I turned my head and looked at the girl’s feet noticing one was wearing white trainers under her jeans and immediately knew what was coming. I quickly looked up but before I could react the girl had lifted her foot and smashed it down on my face splitting my lips wide open causing me to yelp out in pain. She held her foot in place on my mouth and I could smell the quality leather of her shoes. Closing my eyes tight, as you do when something really hurts, I was relieved to feel the pressure lift off only for her to stamp down again even harder. I felt the joints in my jaw crack and the pain searing through my face as she laughed, all the while being stepped on by other girls as they walked around the room.
Having had their fun, the girls walked away but not before Sarah gave me a vicious kick in the ribs with her pointed toe boot. By now all those present had consumed plenty of alcohol and Jenny decided to put on some music. She then stood on my chest and started to dance sexily while the others watched, her sharp heels scraping the skin off my body. My screams were totally ignored as her luscious body gyrated to the beat. Thank God it was only a short tune as by the time she had finished I could see skin hanging from her heels. My chest was absolutely red raw, gouged to pieces, but she didn’t even notice, just stepping off and picking up her drink. Then Sophie asked
“Anyone hungry, there’s some food in the kitchen”. With that, most of the girls followed her out of the room, stepping on me as they went.
I looked around and saw there was only one girl left with me. She must have been the youngest, about 18-19 years old and stood about 5ft 4ins, very attractive with shoulder length dark hear. As she walked towards me I looked her over and forced a smile. She was wearing jeans and what looked like black ankle boots with a thick sole and chunky 4ins heels. She stood next to me, crouched down and asked
“Can I stand on your face”
“Do I have any choice? I said
“Not really” she replied “I was just being polite” With that she sat down on a chair, removed her boots and socks before tip toeing back, placed her right foot across my eyes then lifted her left foot onto my bloodied mouth. She was a bit wobbly but managed to stay on my face for about three minutes. I could smell the sweet, soapy odour from her feet, even managing to force my tongue out a little through my swollen lips and gently licked her sole without her knowing. Now that’s what I call heaven. She walked around me, looking down at my body before stepping on my chest. I thought what a lovely, sweet girl she was, her warm feet lightly standing on me. I glanced at her little toes with their red painted nails and then slowly up her body to her pretty round face and cheeky little smile. This was the most arousing moment of the evening and I wished it would never end, but suddenly she turned and saw my obvious pleasure.
“Oh my God” she shrieked “you’re enjoying this” jumping off me and trying to hide her embarrassment. She quickly sat down, replaced her socks and boots and then stood between my legs. Bracing myself for what might happen next and unable to protect myself, I began to beg
“No, please, look I’m really sorry, I couldn’t help it” but before I could say another word she lifted her foot and stamped her hard boot down on my groin. I cried out in agony, the intense pain shooting through my body.
“There, did that turn you on” she yelled, lifting her foot and giving me a second dose of her punishment, keeping her boot in place and twisting the heel hard as if trying to rip my genitals from my body. This time my screams were heard by the others and some of the girls came running back into the room. They looked at the damaged caused by this usually timid young girl and then at her face, but she just shrugged her shoulders as if to say “What?” None paid any attention to my pain as I began to cry, the tears filling my eyes, my body convulsing. They glanced down and led the girl through to the kitchen leaving me for a while to recover.
Later, they all came back into the room. I turned my head to the side and watched their feet as they walked across the hard wood flooring towards me. Some stepped on me as they made their way back to their previous positions. The last girl to return was the young lady who earlier nearly destroyed my manhood. I watched her feet as she walk up to me and stood right in front of my face, so close I could smell the warm leather from her boots. The square toes and platform soles looked very menacing and I prayed she wasn’t going to kick me in the face. I watched in horror as she transferred all her weight to her right foot, her left foot slowly lifting off the floor. To my relief she carefully used the toe of her boot to turn my head so I was now looking up and placed her foot across my mouth.
“Now you’re going to lick my boots until they’re spotless” she demanded “or you’re going to find out how I can really hurt you”. I pushed my tongue out as far as I could and began licking hard, like my life depended on it. Seeing the fear on my face, many of the other girls began to laugh and cheer her on. Finally I had cleaned both soles, heels and in between, where the mud had accumulated, swallowing the dirt as I went. Then one by one she lifted them and showed Michelle
“Well, what do you think” she asked.
“There’s still some mud on the side of your heels” replied Michelle. Quickly thinking my private parts were in for another kicking, I craned my neck and started to kiss the toes of her boots, to the amusement of the others.
“Please don’t” I said nervously “Let me have another try”
“You’ve had your chance” she snarled and took a step backwards. I looked up and noticed her expression had changed. Her soft face had become determined, her round eyes now glowed evil. She began to bend her knees then swung her arms up, launching herself into the air. I reacted quickly, turning my head to the side before her un-giving boots smashed down on my head, jumping off immediately. I felt my cheekbone judder, as my ears began to ring. A blinding white light flashed behind my eyes and my head started to hum. Badly dazed, I was unable to move or say anything.
“Wow” said Sophie, stepping forward to examine the deep red marks. She then tuned and walked to the corner of the room, dragging back one of the high backed dining chairs. She kicked off her shoes and stepped up onto the seat pad.
“This is how you do it” she said to the young girl, jumping high and kicking her heels up behind her. A split second later her feet crashed into my chest, crushing my body beneath her weight. She landed with both arms outstretched to keep her balance, gave a bow to the others and stepped off. Laughter filled the room. The young girl then walked round, but before she could step up onto the chair, Sarah moved forward and slipped the chair along a little with her foot, lining it up with my head. The young girl then climbed onto the seat.
“Shall I” she asked, looking around at the others, who all nodded their approval. She then launched herself, emulating Sophie’s high jump before her hard boots pounded into the side of my face. My cheekbone shattered and I was knocked senseless, quickly fading into unconsciousness.
I came round a few hours later, my head thumping, coughing loudly. The room was dark but for the glow from the TV. There was still a weight in my head and something else on my stomach. The weight was lift from my head to my chest. I slowly looked around through half closed eyes and realised Jenny was sitting watching a late night film and had been using my head as a foot stool whilst Sophie had fallen asleep, her soft feet resting on my stomach. The rest of the girls had left. My arms and legs had been untied but I was still completely naked. I began to shiver and Jenny leaned forward to look down at me.
“You look a mess” she said, lifting her legs so I could wriggle out “put your clothes on”
I lifted Sophie’s feet, moved over and careful placed them on the floor. My clothes were in a pile near me. It took every ounce of strength I had left to wriggle into my boxer shorts. I lay still, breathing heavy and wincing at the pain still racking my body.
“If you don’t get a move on I’m going to start kicking you” snarled Jenny, waving the pointed toe of her boot across my face. I rolled over to see if I could push myself up, but also to get away from those menacing feet. Slowly I stood, bent down and cagily picked up the rest of my things.
“Did you enjoy last night” she asked, standing and walking towards me “all the girls did. We must do it again sometime” I looked up at her, a good eight inches taller than me and said “Who was that bitch that jumped on my head?” She stood close, looked down at me and snarled
“Don’t call her that. Her name’s Emily and she’s my cousin. She’ll be staying for a while so you better look out. To be honest I was surprised at her, she’s normally so quiet”
Jenny shuffled forward and stepped onto my feet, her firm breasts close to my face. I could smell the heavenly scent of her perfume and her warm breath, tinged with alcohol.
She slowly lifted her heels, transferring her weight and crushing my feet. Her breasts rubbed up my face. My mouth opened but nothing came out, the pain manageable. She began to gently shake her head, her soft blonde hair flowed across my face. I felt she was getting aroused and I realised I felt the same. Could I be lucky? No chance. After a minute or two she stepped back and said softly in my ear
“I would love to give you a good kicking”
“Not tonight” I replied and decided to make a quick exit, hobbling towards the door holding my clothes close to my chest. I managed to find my way out and stumbled onto the wet grass outside. After a few minutes I was dressed and slowly made my way back to my cottage. Once safely inside, I went to the bathroom and looked at my damaged face and body. I knew that a couple of weeks rest would heal the broken bones and the jaw would set, providing I didn’t sing too much.
Resting in bed that night I thought about Jenny’s last remark and felt really turned on. But then the pain in my groin came racing back, reminding me of the cruel Emily. Could I survive a ‘good kicking’ from this powerful giantess? I doubt it. I closed my eyes and sleep came quickly.
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They made their way to a large table by the window and all sat together. One of the girls, Jenny, who I’ve met before came to the bar and ordered two bottles of wine and six glasses. Dressed elegantly and wearing knee high boots, Jenny stood about 6ft 3ins in her heels. With long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, she is a beautiful looking young lady, and she knows it. She looked at me a couple of times but never spoke, collected the tray with wine and glasses and returned to the others.
During the evening I noticed the girls look in my direction a few tines, even pointing and laughing. I wondered what they were talking about but had a good idea. I’m sure Michelle and Sarah had been giving the others a complete rundown of our previous encounter. I could feel myself blushing and tried to ignore their attention but to add to my embarrassment Jenny joined in the karaoke session and sang ‘These boots are made for walking’, originally sang by Nancy Sinatra, whilst constantly looking at me.
After a few beers I decided to leave but as I headed towards the door Michelle intercepted me and said
“Don’t go, we’re having a party at Jenny’s later, why don’t you join us”
“Because I don’t trust you” I said “and I know what you were all talking about”
“There’ll be lots of other people coming, you’ll be OK” she said “You know where she lives, be there in about 30 minutes”
“Alright” I said and returned to the bar and ordered another beer. After watching the girls leave I finished my drink and made my way to the manor house just down the road. Jenny’s father is a local businessman and her parents had gone away for the Christmas break leaving the house to Jenny and her older sister Sophie.
Nervously I knocked on the door and moments later was greeted by Michelle, who led me through to the large living room, which was furnished with big sofas and heavy wood bookcases. In the corner of the high ceiling room was a large dining table with six chairs, the walls all around clad with dark oak panelling. I took a few seconds to take in the surroundings and quickly realised I was standing in a room with about 12 young ladies.
“Where’s everybody else” I asked Michelle
“Don’t worry” she said “others will be coming along later. Would you like a drink?”
“I’ll just have a beer please” I replied glancing at the girls who all seemed to be looking in my direction, faint smiles on their faces. I moved over to join Jenny, who introduced me to Sophie, as tall and beautiful as her younger sister. Wearing a stylish white blouse, skin tight denims and high heel shoes, she held out her hand and said “Pleased to meet you” as Michelle returned and handed me a beer. I still felt very uneasy but Sophie’s warm smile helped me relax a little.
For the next half an hour I continued chatting to the sisters while another three guests arrived, all female. Finally my suspicions of a setup came to reality when Sarah came up behind me and asked
“Would you like to like my boots, they’re all dirty where I walked across the green?” I put my drink down on a table ready to make a run for the door but before I could move the girls had surrounded me, grabbing my arms and pulling my legs away from underneath me. I struggled hard but was easily overpowered by these beautiful ladies who removed my jacket and tore the shirt from my back. I was down on the floor being held in place when Michelle appeared with two lengths of rope, working fast to tie my wrists to two of the sofa legs. My screams were ignored and moments later I was secured in place on the hard oak flooring, arms out stretched. The girls then all stood up and looked down at me, laughing. I was breathless from the struggle and the weight of them sitting on me but my respite was short lived as Sarah stepped up onto my chest. This heavy young lady was trying to keep her balance but as she wobbled her heels dug into my ribs causing me cry out in pain. I started to thrash about hoping to buck her off and eventually she lost her balance and stepped off.
“That’s no good” she snarled “if he can just shrug us off. Lets tie his legs down as well”. With that, Jenny left the room, returning shortly from the garage with another two lengths of rope.
“Lets take his trousers off first” said Sarah as she nodded to the others to give her a hand holding me still while they removed my shoes, socks and trousers. But she didn’t stop there, tearing my boxer shorts off as well before roping my ankles to two other sofa legs. My obvious embarrassment was clear and pleas for them to cover me up fell on unconcerned ears so I resigned myself to what might come. Laid naked before these young ladies, I looked up at their grinning faces and felt my body start to shake.
For a while they seemed to ignore me, returning to their small groups and topping up their drinks. Then Jenny came over and rested her foot on my chest
“Michelle told us you like being walked on by women” she said “so this must be a dream come true for you” I remain silent as I looked up at this beauty towering above me. I noticed her eyes were darting between my red flushed face and my manhood, which showed a little bit of excitement as she slowly increased the pressure on my chest.
“You’re nothing but a pervert” she snarled as she stepped on me crushing the air from my lungs before rejoining her sister. Great, I thought, now everyone in the village thinks I’m a pervert.
For the next 20 minutes or so I was stepped on by nearly all the girls several times as there moved around the large room. Some on my chest, some on my stomach but Sarah made a big effort to stamp down with sole of her boot on my groin, causing me to scream out and bringing tears to my eyes.
“You can scream as loud as you like” she laughed “nobody can hear you out here” then walked round and pushed the heel of her boot into my mouth demanding I lick the mud off. Frightened but what else she might do, I dutifully did as I was told. It was then Michelle and another girl’s turn to administer some pain. Using the toe of her boot, she pushed my head to one side and invited her mate to stand on the side of my face. She was wearing open strapped high heel shoes and seemed to show no concern as she stepped up, holding Michelle’s hand for balance. I could hear both girls giggle and felt her heels digging into my cheek when suddenly another girl stood on my chest followed by a third stepping onto my stomach. I was being completely crushed under the feet of these girls and could do nothing about it. I couldn’t breath but just managed to cry out
“Get off, get off, you’re really hurting me” but they chose to ignore my plea and remained in place for a couple of minutes before Michelle’s mate stepped off my head. I slowly lifted my head and realised the towering Jenny and her sister Sophie were the ones standing on my body. They both had a drink in hand and were chatting as if I didn’t exist, rocking gently as their heels dug into my soft flesh. It was only when another girl asked if there was anymore white wine that they stepped off and made their way to the kitchen.
I had a few minutes to recover and as my breathing was returning to normal the wicked Sarah returned with three of her mates, none of whom I knew.
“The last time we had him tied down I stamped on his face” she said looking at each girl in turn. “I was wearing my trainers and left some great marks” she added. I turned my head and looked at the girl’s feet noticing one was wearing white trainers under her jeans and immediately knew what was coming. I quickly looked up but before I could react the girl had lifted her foot and smashed it down on my face splitting my lips wide open causing me to yelp out in pain. She held her foot in place on my mouth and I could smell the quality leather of her shoes. Closing my eyes tight, as you do when something really hurts, I was relieved to feel the pressure lift off only for her to stamp down again even harder. I felt the joints in my jaw crack and the pain searing through my face as she laughed, all the while being stepped on by other girls as they walked around the room.
Having had their fun, the girls walked away but not before Sarah gave me a vicious kick in the ribs with her pointed toe boot. By now all those present had consumed plenty of alcohol and Jenny decided to put on some music. She then stood on my chest and started to dance sexily while the others watched, her sharp heels scraping the skin off my body. My screams were totally ignored as her luscious body gyrated to the beat. Thank God it was only a short tune as by the time she had finished I could see skin hanging from her heels. My chest was absolutely red raw, gouged to pieces, but she didn’t even notice, just stepping off and picking up her drink. Then Sophie asked
“Anyone hungry, there’s some food in the kitchen”. With that, most of the girls followed her out of the room, stepping on me as they went.
I looked around and saw there was only one girl left with me. She must have been the youngest, about 18-19 years old and stood about 5ft 4ins, very attractive with shoulder length dark hear. As she walked towards me I looked her over and forced a smile. She was wearing jeans and what looked like black ankle boots with a thick sole and chunky 4ins heels. She stood next to me, crouched down and asked
“Can I stand on your face”
“Do I have any choice? I said
“Not really” she replied “I was just being polite” With that she sat down on a chair, removed her boots and socks before tip toeing back, placed her right foot across my eyes then lifted her left foot onto my bloodied mouth. She was a bit wobbly but managed to stay on my face for about three minutes. I could smell the sweet, soapy odour from her feet, even managing to force my tongue out a little through my swollen lips and gently licked her sole without her knowing. Now that’s what I call heaven. She walked around me, looking down at my body before stepping on my chest. I thought what a lovely, sweet girl she was, her warm feet lightly standing on me. I glanced at her little toes with their red painted nails and then slowly up her body to her pretty round face and cheeky little smile. This was the most arousing moment of the evening and I wished it would never end, but suddenly she turned and saw my obvious pleasure.
“Oh my God” she shrieked “you’re enjoying this” jumping off me and trying to hide her embarrassment. She quickly sat down, replaced her socks and boots and then stood between my legs. Bracing myself for what might happen next and unable to protect myself, I began to beg
“No, please, look I’m really sorry, I couldn’t help it” but before I could say another word she lifted her foot and stamped her hard boot down on my groin. I cried out in agony, the intense pain shooting through my body.
“There, did that turn you on” she yelled, lifting her foot and giving me a second dose of her punishment, keeping her boot in place and twisting the heel hard as if trying to rip my genitals from my body. This time my screams were heard by the others and some of the girls came running back into the room. They looked at the damaged caused by this usually timid young girl and then at her face, but she just shrugged her shoulders as if to say “What?” None paid any attention to my pain as I began to cry, the tears filling my eyes, my body convulsing. They glanced down and led the girl through to the kitchen leaving me for a while to recover.
Later, they all came back into the room. I turned my head to the side and watched their feet as they walked across the hard wood flooring towards me. Some stepped on me as they made their way back to their previous positions. The last girl to return was the young lady who earlier nearly destroyed my manhood. I watched her feet as she walk up to me and stood right in front of my face, so close I could smell the warm leather from her boots. The square toes and platform soles looked very menacing and I prayed she wasn’t going to kick me in the face. I watched in horror as she transferred all her weight to her right foot, her left foot slowly lifting off the floor. To my relief she carefully used the toe of her boot to turn my head so I was now looking up and placed her foot across my mouth.
“Now you’re going to lick my boots until they’re spotless” she demanded “or you’re going to find out how I can really hurt you”. I pushed my tongue out as far as I could and began licking hard, like my life depended on it. Seeing the fear on my face, many of the other girls began to laugh and cheer her on. Finally I had cleaned both soles, heels and in between, where the mud had accumulated, swallowing the dirt as I went. Then one by one she lifted them and showed Michelle
“Well, what do you think” she asked.
“There’s still some mud on the side of your heels” replied Michelle. Quickly thinking my private parts were in for another kicking, I craned my neck and started to kiss the toes of her boots, to the amusement of the others.
“Please don’t” I said nervously “Let me have another try”
“You’ve had your chance” she snarled and took a step backwards. I looked up and noticed her expression had changed. Her soft face had become determined, her round eyes now glowed evil. She began to bend her knees then swung her arms up, launching herself into the air. I reacted quickly, turning my head to the side before her un-giving boots smashed down on my head, jumping off immediately. I felt my cheekbone judder, as my ears began to ring. A blinding white light flashed behind my eyes and my head started to hum. Badly dazed, I was unable to move or say anything.
“Wow” said Sophie, stepping forward to examine the deep red marks. She then tuned and walked to the corner of the room, dragging back one of the high backed dining chairs. She kicked off her shoes and stepped up onto the seat pad.
“This is how you do it” she said to the young girl, jumping high and kicking her heels up behind her. A split second later her feet crashed into my chest, crushing my body beneath her weight. She landed with both arms outstretched to keep her balance, gave a bow to the others and stepped off. Laughter filled the room. The young girl then walked round, but before she could step up onto the chair, Sarah moved forward and slipped the chair along a little with her foot, lining it up with my head. The young girl then climbed onto the seat.
“Shall I” she asked, looking around at the others, who all nodded their approval. She then launched herself, emulating Sophie’s high jump before her hard boots pounded into the side of my face. My cheekbone shattered and I was knocked senseless, quickly fading into unconsciousness.
I came round a few hours later, my head thumping, coughing loudly. The room was dark but for the glow from the TV. There was still a weight in my head and something else on my stomach. The weight was lift from my head to my chest. I slowly looked around through half closed eyes and realised Jenny was sitting watching a late night film and had been using my head as a foot stool whilst Sophie had fallen asleep, her soft feet resting on my stomach. The rest of the girls had left. My arms and legs had been untied but I was still completely naked. I began to shiver and Jenny leaned forward to look down at me.
“You look a mess” she said, lifting her legs so I could wriggle out “put your clothes on”
I lifted Sophie’s feet, moved over and careful placed them on the floor. My clothes were in a pile near me. It took every ounce of strength I had left to wriggle into my boxer shorts. I lay still, breathing heavy and wincing at the pain still racking my body.
“If you don’t get a move on I’m going to start kicking you” snarled Jenny, waving the pointed toe of her boot across my face. I rolled over to see if I could push myself up, but also to get away from those menacing feet. Slowly I stood, bent down and cagily picked up the rest of my things.
“Did you enjoy last night” she asked, standing and walking towards me “all the girls did. We must do it again sometime” I looked up at her, a good eight inches taller than me and said “Who was that bitch that jumped on my head?” She stood close, looked down at me and snarled
“Don’t call her that. Her name’s Emily and she’s my cousin. She’ll be staying for a while so you better look out. To be honest I was surprised at her, she’s normally so quiet”
Jenny shuffled forward and stepped onto my feet, her firm breasts close to my face. I could smell the heavenly scent of her perfume and her warm breath, tinged with alcohol.
She slowly lifted her heels, transferring her weight and crushing my feet. Her breasts rubbed up my face. My mouth opened but nothing came out, the pain manageable. She began to gently shake her head, her soft blonde hair flowed across my face. I felt she was getting aroused and I realised I felt the same. Could I be lucky? No chance. After a minute or two she stepped back and said softly in my ear
“I would love to give you a good kicking”
“Not tonight” I replied and decided to make a quick exit, hobbling towards the door holding my clothes close to my chest. I managed to find my way out and stumbled onto the wet grass outside. After a few minutes I was dressed and slowly made my way back to my cottage. Once safely inside, I went to the bathroom and looked at my damaged face and body. I knew that a couple of weeks rest would heal the broken bones and the jaw would set, providing I didn’t sing too much.
Resting in bed that night I thought about Jenny’s last remark and felt really turned on. But then the pain in my groin came racing back, reminding me of the cruel Emily. Could I survive a ‘good kicking’ from this powerful giantess? I doubt it. I closed my eyes and sleep came quickly.
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