danza
09-05-2002, 3:38 PM
When I was almost back in my corner Yamina came up to me. She made me sit on one the beds and untied my hands. She padded me rough on the shoulder and said something I didn't understand. I was glad I got of this time pretty clean, no bruises or bleeding. The older woman however was on the floor, moaning and rolling from side to side to ease the pain. I felt guilty I had done this to her but I knew I didn't have much choice.
Yamina yelled something at the older woman and I saw her trying to crawl over at us. She hardly could, being kicked, stomped and her wrist was very painful from me standing on it. At least, she couldn't use it to lean on, so she had to use one hand and with her feet still tied together it looked like pure humilliation. Yamina made her crawl up to right in front of me. She stood up and with her feet she pushed my ankles forward until my feet were right in front of the older woman's face.
The older woman now kissed me on the toes and started to lick them. I was disgusted by this since I hadn't washed my feet for at least a week. Also I had been barefoot the last few days, sweating a lot in this middle east temperature. It was a strange feeling to feel her tongue between my toes, licking out the toejam. Then feel her lick my soles. They used to be ticklish but walking around on the rough floor with my bare soles made them harder and it was just a strange feeling. I saw her face got dirty from the dirt under my soles mixed with her saliva. I just let her do it, after all my feet would be clean again and that idea made me feel a bit better.
Yamina now pushed the woman over so she laid on her back. With her foot she guided my feet to rest on the older woman's face so she could continue licking my soles. While she did it, Yamina planted her foot on her chest and stepped up. I could feel the woman gasp for air as she bratehed heavily through my toes. I raised my foot and saw she had perfectly licked my sole clean. I put my feet on either side of her face and nodded it was enough for me by now. But not for Yamina and her friends.
Yamina kept standing on her chest, smiling down at the older woman with an evil grin. Then she signaled one of the other women, the heavy woman that yesterday had also jumped down on me. She now joined in and stepped also on the woman, right behind Yamina. A third woman, not that tall but quit fat also wanted to step up. Since there was no more room on the chest, she stepped up on her stomach. A fourth woman walked up but there was hardly any room to stand on. No problem, the fat woman on the stomach signaled her to jump on to her back for a ponyride. The fourth woman did, so the older woman had now the weight of two women on her stomach and two on her chest.
Then Yamina reached out for my hands and made me stand up, the woman's face still between my feet. She pointed at the face of the woman, all red from being squashed into the stone floor. I put one foot on her face and then raised myself of the floor until both feet were on here face. When I looked down, I saw her waive her hands trying to signal it was too much. I saw her chest almost cave in under so much weight. Her legs tried to move but in vain. She struggled under us for at least a few minutes.
I looked up to Yamina and shook my head. She looked me straight in the eyes for a moment, then she shouted something and the other women stepped of. Then she pushed me back a little so I had to step of also. Finaly, she stepped of the woman herself. I could clearly see the imprints their feet made on the chest and stomach of the woman. The woman hardly moved but luckily she had survived. I was sure Yamina wouldn't mind finishing her of for good, she didn't care for that at all.
I walked back to my corner and sat down, still watching the woman on the floor and look up at Yamina again sitting up high in one of the top beds. But anyhow, the rest of the day, she didn't bother about beating up the women down on the floor again. It was already evening before I saw the woman on the floor move. I could hear her breath heavy all day so I knew for sure she was still alive. Still she wasn't able to get up again or crawl back to her spot. Her feet were still tied but none of use dared to untie them. After a while she managed to roll over a few times and roll herself under one of the beds. Meanwhile I was looking for the woman that spoke English to me. I didn't know for sure who it was since all happened so fast. Maybe she could help me find a way out of this hell....
Yamina yelled something at the older woman and I saw her trying to crawl over at us. She hardly could, being kicked, stomped and her wrist was very painful from me standing on it. At least, she couldn't use it to lean on, so she had to use one hand and with her feet still tied together it looked like pure humilliation. Yamina made her crawl up to right in front of me. She stood up and with her feet she pushed my ankles forward until my feet were right in front of the older woman's face.
The older woman now kissed me on the toes and started to lick them. I was disgusted by this since I hadn't washed my feet for at least a week. Also I had been barefoot the last few days, sweating a lot in this middle east temperature. It was a strange feeling to feel her tongue between my toes, licking out the toejam. Then feel her lick my soles. They used to be ticklish but walking around on the rough floor with my bare soles made them harder and it was just a strange feeling. I saw her face got dirty from the dirt under my soles mixed with her saliva. I just let her do it, after all my feet would be clean again and that idea made me feel a bit better.
Yamina now pushed the woman over so she laid on her back. With her foot she guided my feet to rest on the older woman's face so she could continue licking my soles. While she did it, Yamina planted her foot on her chest and stepped up. I could feel the woman gasp for air as she bratehed heavily through my toes. I raised my foot and saw she had perfectly licked my sole clean. I put my feet on either side of her face and nodded it was enough for me by now. But not for Yamina and her friends.
Yamina kept standing on her chest, smiling down at the older woman with an evil grin. Then she signaled one of the other women, the heavy woman that yesterday had also jumped down on me. She now joined in and stepped also on the woman, right behind Yamina. A third woman, not that tall but quit fat also wanted to step up. Since there was no more room on the chest, she stepped up on her stomach. A fourth woman walked up but there was hardly any room to stand on. No problem, the fat woman on the stomach signaled her to jump on to her back for a ponyride. The fourth woman did, so the older woman had now the weight of two women on her stomach and two on her chest.
Then Yamina reached out for my hands and made me stand up, the woman's face still between my feet. She pointed at the face of the woman, all red from being squashed into the stone floor. I put one foot on her face and then raised myself of the floor until both feet were on here face. When I looked down, I saw her waive her hands trying to signal it was too much. I saw her chest almost cave in under so much weight. Her legs tried to move but in vain. She struggled under us for at least a few minutes.
I looked up to Yamina and shook my head. She looked me straight in the eyes for a moment, then she shouted something and the other women stepped of. Then she pushed me back a little so I had to step of also. Finaly, she stepped of the woman herself. I could clearly see the imprints their feet made on the chest and stomach of the woman. The woman hardly moved but luckily she had survived. I was sure Yamina wouldn't mind finishing her of for good, she didn't care for that at all.
I walked back to my corner and sat down, still watching the woman on the floor and look up at Yamina again sitting up high in one of the top beds. But anyhow, the rest of the day, she didn't bother about beating up the women down on the floor again. It was already evening before I saw the woman on the floor move. I could hear her breath heavy all day so I knew for sure she was still alive. Still she wasn't able to get up again or crawl back to her spot. Her feet were still tied but none of use dared to untie them. After a while she managed to roll over a few times and roll herself under one of the beds. Meanwhile I was looking for the woman that spoke English to me. I didn't know for sure who it was since all happened so fast. Maybe she could help me find a way out of this hell....