Hi
Another story with the gory bits left out.
It was a Sunday morning in late July and the morning mass was taking place, when the sound of jeeps driving fast drove into the camp. The camp contained about two thousand people all wanting food but they had to say mass first. About 25 soldiers got out and demanded to look through the camp for rebels belived to be hiding there. After about 30 minutes they left with a truck load of young men, they took them because they looked to well fed to be staving people. An hour after they left they returned with a larger force only this time they set up a command post. We objected as we were a mission unit, this could make us a target. I had no sooner said that when a ranging shell exploded outside the camp the company immediately loaded up and moved off. A lorry pulled up and the officer told us to pack up and leave, I thought shit what about my things and went back to get them. I really enjoyed this camp as I could be trampled when and how I liked with no worry about being found out! After all it's a front line camp! I had over the months got trampling to a fine art, all I had to do was lay down and at least 20 to 30 people would step on me, I used signs to direct where I wanted them to step. I would point to my c--- and a sandal would be placed on it followed by another and another as they walked over me. Some would miss and step on my stomac, chest and three stepped on my face,all with out careing whether they hurt me or not. Two women came up and after talking with the others stood on my chest and stomac then started to stump about. My c--- was busting at this point I had a large orgasm when one of them kicked and the tip of my c--- stuck in between her toes and the inside of her sandal. They both laughed and walked off, in fact they all laughed at this, but what the hell who are they going to tell. I found out later they were rebels (but thats another story).
The Sunday the lorry came I had gone to get my things when I came out it had gone. A small boy came running down saying the rebels are comming the rebels are comming shit shit I said to my self they hate white's. I quickly dipped my head in some blood from the dead bodys laying around ( from the shelling ) and layed down. I had on a white one peace jacket with nothing underneath this is how I went around the camps easy to be trampled on and feel the full thrill of shoe on naked flesh. I no sooner layed down when three people one man and two women stood on me the man stood on my chest one woman on my stomac with the tip of my c--- trapped under her other shoe. The other woman tried to step on my face but lost her balance and fell, before she could get up a jeep stopped by the bodies and a voice spoke to them and they cheered the woman who had fallen then stood on my face. One of the occupance of the jeep spat at me and said in English "thats all your fit for is for us to wipe our feet on" with that the three started trampling me I had an ogasm as the jeep drove off. The three got off and helped me up, I had bloody foot prints all over my body as my coat buttons had pulled off with the trampling. I must add at this point that I could take all this trampling because an underfed person don't weight much, and my body has toughened with all the trampling. My quick thinking saved my life and the fact that I was being trampled showed the rebels I was dead or they would of shot me just in case I was faking. When the truck returned I gave the people who had trampled me extra food for their quick thinking and not telling the rebels I was alive. This also ensured they would trample me some more but first I had to have my cracked ribbs fixed.
Some more trample soon
Snowshoe.