part of a trample story (fiction) Sunday, 21-Sep-97 19:17:58

here is another trampling story about Cindy & Don that I am writing. Let me know what you think.

Scene 2: The next night Cindy came into the room wearing a sexy pair of hard, patent leather, blood-red flats and lacy panties of the same color. She was carrying a Frederick's catalogue as she turned on the light and walked to the side of the bed and sat down. Her slave, Don, remembering back to last weekend, stared up at her lovely face with abject fear in his eyes. Surely, after putting him in the intensive care ward, she would at least let his injuries heal before doing it again! Wouldn't she!? After all, he had only been released two days ago!

"Hi!" she said cheerfully as she bent forward and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Guess what my dainty feet are going to do to your poor body tonight," she teased kissing him lightly on his lips before he could answer. "Surprise, surprise! They're going to hurt it real bad just like they did before - only worse!" she continued as if she were telling him a bedtime story. She kissed his cheek softly as she continued. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you to start. To begin our wonderful night of pain and pleasure - your pain, my pleasure - I'm going to stand on the palms of your hands with my spike heels and just literally tear them into tiny little shreds! While I'm doing that, you're going to lie as docilely as a little lamb on your stomach with your face just inches from the action and stare at my beautiful feet helplessly while they rip you to pieces. I won't show you any mercy. You'll be in the most horrible agony you can imagine but you won't be allowed to do anything but worship them with your eyes as they grind, stomp and trample your hands into bloody, mushy mounds of gory flesh. I'm going to use the red, leather pumps with the missing tips. Won't that be a lot of fun seeing me dance and prance around as you feel the sharp, jagged metal edges ripping the flesh off your palms? But it'll be worth the price you have to pay because I'll be so sexy, you'll be cumming all over yourself in spite of the fact that you may never use your hands again." Cindy giggled like a young girl continuing to kiss him after each sentence. "The problem is, I care for you so much, I just know I won't be able to watch the horrible agony I'm going to put you through, Darling," she laughed again. "I'll probably get sick to my stomach if I have to look at all that blood and gore! So instead of watching, I'm just going to read my magazine while my spike heels destroy your hands. I'll stop stomping on them when I get to the last page. I sure hope there's something left of them but you know how long it takes me to read my Frederick's catalogue, don't you?" she laughed joyfully. "Oh dear! What's the matter? Are you cold? You seem to be shaking and shivering," she asked with mock concern as she kissed him again very tenderly on the lips.

"Oh no, no! Oh Cindy! Please! Please, Baby! You can't - - please don't hurt me anymore! I'm begging you, Darling! Have pity on .. " but she didn't let him finish.

"Shhh," she said kissing his lips again to silence him, "It's no trouble at all and you don't have to thank me. Since my little feet put you in the hospital during the Christmas week, this will have to be my belated Christmas present to you," she smiled kissing him one last time very sensuously on the mouth. "Mmmm! You're getting me all warm and excited. Maybe I'll let you make love to me before I rip you apart with my spikes. Would you like that, Honey?"

Don couldn't help himself. In spite of the fact that he was deathly afraid of his radiantly beautiful wife, or more specifically, her fantastic but lethal feet, he still loved her and worshipped her so greatly, that he would allow her to do anything her heart desired to him. He peeked over the side of the bed at her red flats and felt a twinge of fear as well as a tingle between his legs. "I love you so much. Please don't hurt me my darling, let me make love to you instead. I'll do everything just the way you like it. Please, Baby, please!" he begged her shamelessly knowing she wouldn't pay any attention to his plaintiff pleas.

Cindy let out a very audible, contented sigh then pulled back the covers and climbed up to sit on his naked, semi-hard penis. "I'll think about it, Sweetheart, now put your legs up!" she commanded softly and Don obeyed immediately. She leaned back and brought her hard, dirty shoe soles up to rest on his face - not hard, not soft, just matter-of-factly. She had learned that wearing a sexy pair of flats was an excellent way of warming up her slave and getting him into a groveling, worshipful frame of mind which of course would eventually lead up to the night of pain and destruction she had planned for him. "Let's see you make love to the soles of my shoes," she laughed.

Cindy began by placing the heels of her shoes on his eyes and then scraping the dirty soles down his face and over his mouth. She continued in this fashion for a few minutes - irritating and chafing his skin badly - as she studied the worried and painful look in her slave's eyes. She was hurting him to be sure but it was as though she were tickling him with a feather compared to what she was going to do to him later. She watched his lower lip peel downward again for the fifth time as the dirty heels of each shoe forced his mouth open one at a time filling the area between his lower lip and gum with the dirt and grime from her dirty soles. She had worn them earlier in the day at the store and had purposely walked through the muddiest part of the parking lot. Cindy had also let her slave watch her as she purposely went out of her way to crush a few insects to death in the parking lot under those same red flats and then a few more when she got home. 'Don't you think having sexy, red flats like these crush you to death is a nice way to die?' she had asked winking at her mesmerized slave as he had looked on - fascinated by her blatant cruelty.

"Okay, Baby! You're not a well man yet so let's take it slow," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Now! Why don't you go get my black pumps - not the real high ones. Get me the dirty ones, the ones with the filthy soles so you can lick them clean while I hurt you," she kissed him again on an area of his forehead that she hadn't scraped her dirty shoes on yet and then gently helped him up.

"Please don't make me do that, they're so dirty," the slave replied with uncertainty as he slowly made his way to the closet. They weren't a whole lot dirtier than her flats but at least she hadn't made him actually lick her flats, she had just scraped the dirt and the remains of the insects off on the inside of his lower lip. Don quickly realized that he should keep quiet. Licking the filth from Cindy's shoes was the least of his problems. If that's all she made him do, he would, indeed, be a very, very lucky man.

"Yes, they are pretty dirty," she said, "But at least they're not as sharp or as high as most of my other ones. You may be able to handle the pain a little better until I'm ready to change into my ultra-lethal red ones to match my sexy little satin panties," she called after him.

The slave came back cradling the sexy 4" pumps from Frederick's in his hands letting the dirty soles rest in the palms of his hands. The Goddess' sexy shoes were an extension of herself and he had to treat them accordingly. She was correct in saying that they weren't as sharp as most of her other high heels but the sad truth was - she didn't have any that weren't sharp except maybe the 3" T-straps that she used for her flamenco dancing. At least the shafts of the heels on the black pumps weren't made of stiletto thin metal like most of her other ones. These at least had hard rubber tips and they were still in place.

She was standing next to the bed when he returned. "Kneel down, Slave! Put your face on the floor in front of my feet so I can step on it! Worship your Goddess' feet, Slave!" she commanded and the slave did so immediately still lovingly cradling her heels in his hands.

She stood with one foot on the back of his head pushing his face heavily into the rough nap of the carpet. "Leave the heels where they are! Extend your hands above your head and stroke my sexy foot with them!" she said softly, "Cherish the exquisite softness of it. This may be the last time your hands ever feel anything again - especially anything as soft and beautiful as one of my lovely feet." she said with absolute sincerity. "And as you stroke it with your fingertips, keep saying to yourself that this is one of the gorgeous feet that is going to trample your hands, face, penis and body into the ground again!" she smiled down at the pathetic slave prostrating himself before her knowing he was entirely helpless to help himself.

The slave groaned in fear and ecstasy knowing he probably didn't have much time left before experiencing the flip side of this erotic treatment he was receiving - when she made good her painful promise to him. He caressed the top of her beautiful foot with one hand while reaching up with the other to caress the one on his head. He couldn't help but to also stroke the smooth, shiny patent leather of her sexy flats with his fingers. He was visualizing in his mind how gorgeous they looked as he continued to slowly and softly stroke them eking out as much pleasure as he could before his time was up.

"Would you like to look at them?" she asked smiling down at the humbled form groveling before her.

"Yes, Goddess!" he breathed heavily into the rug. The Goddess knew her slave well. She could tell from his tone that he was stiff and leaking without even looking. He was ready for the pain and destruction! At least as ready as he could be under the circumstances. And Cindy was ready to destroy him! She had not always been so sadistic but the more Don continued to worship and fear her in such a fatalistic way, the more sadistic she became. It had gotten to the point where she had her most thrilling and powerful orgasms right after, or during, one of her meanest trampling frenzies. She knew with a certainty, as did Don, that one day she would probably kill him. She almost looked forward to it. She already fantasized about how he would lick the bottom of her shoe while she stood casually on his throat with her other spike heel while reading her magazine.

Cindy removed the foot from Don's head, "Then rise, Slave! But remain on your knees!" Don complied rather slowly. He did want to see her exquisite feet very badly but he didn't want to have to stop stroking them. Worst of all, he knew from experience that the terror was about to begin. As usual, she made him a prophet.

He looked fearfully up into her shining eyes while at the same time drinking in the magnificence of her fantastic shape, especially the small, but perfect, breasts jutting straight out with not a hint of sag. He gazed up with a sadness about him at her luxurious black hair framing her angel's face as she puckered up her lips and sensuously blew him a little kiss. Just like something out of 'The Godfather' he thought to himself. But before he could complete the thought - in a flash of speed, hands on hips - she joyfully extended her magnificent and shapely right leg in a crisp, upward kicking motion - the high arch of her pretty, little foot connecting with his naked form directly between his legs sending him sprawling face first to the floor at her feet with a dull thud. Don had let out a horrible scream on impact and was now rolling back and forth still screaming and crying in pain - wishing he would die so he could escape the terrible agony from the fiery pain in his groin. The doctors had just spent five hours in surgery four days ago repairing what was left of his mutilated penis. It was indeed a miracle that it was still in tact and operational after the way Cindy had trampled it unmercifully under her spike heels a week ago.

Don rolled himself into a pitiful little ball to protect himself but the Goddess just pushed him over onto his back with her little red flat meeting absolutely no resistance at all. The filthy sole of her sexy shoe rested heavily on his face covering one eye but he could still look straight up into her fiery black eyes and plead silently with her through his own tears. The look in the one tired, defeated eye that could be seen seemed to say, 'Why are you doing this to me when you know how much I love you?'

The Goddess had a pretty good idea what the look meant. She had seen it a number of times before. "Do you love me?" she taunted gazing down into his painful face wet with tears.

"Oh my beautiful Goddess, I love you so much! I worship you with all my heart and soul, My Darling!" he answered in a choked voice still not having recovered from the crippling kick.

"I know you do, you pathetic little slave - and I love you too! Even when I do this to you," she said softly and sincerely as she lifted her dainty foot off of his face and stomped it straight down thoroughly crushing the nose under the rock, solid heel of her diminutive, size 5 and a half shoe. "See how much I love you," she giggled. Before her slave could get a scream out of his mouth, she had already turned and had proceeded to stomp the same hard heel down on his crotch further damaging his bruised testicles and ripping open some of the stitches in his penis thus eliciting more painful shrieks from her slave. "I'm so sorry I do these things to you," she said in a soft whisper as she stomped his penis twice more. She sounded like she meant every word but her bright and shining eyes told him she was lying and, as if to further contradict her sincerity, she kicked him once again between the legs with the hard patent leather toe of her shiny, little, red flat as hard as she could. She giggled to her herself softly as she watched the quivering, groveling mass of humanity rolling around on the carpet - struggling pitifully at her magnificent feet - trying desperately to fight off the waves of nausea invading his body as he felt himself slowly slipping away. Cindy felt sexy and powerful as she watched the blood gushing from her slave's flattened nose. She had broken that nose a week earlier with the same foot except that she had used the hard toe from one of her flamenco dance shoes to do the damage. She had actually kicked it a number of times as she danced around and on him. She was also delighted to see his wounded penis bleeding again where the stitches had been ripped open.

"P-p-pleeeease, Cindy, pleeease! Don't hurt me anymore! I can't take it! You're killing me! Oh, Baby, why do you always need to be so mean to me?" he shrieked in a high, cracking voice. He was still fighting off the nausea trying hard to keep his dinner down while barely remaining conscious. "You always s-say you're s-sorry but you k-keep kicking me," he stuttered. "Someday you're going to rupture them permanently and probably kill me!" the slave sobbed trying hard to keep his voice as passive as possible so as not to offend her. This was only the beginning. He knew that she was an addict - a pain giving junky. Once she started, there would be no stopping her until she had a zillion orgasms at his expense. What became of her slave during that time was of little consequence to her. She was always very sorry before, during and after her assaults but never enough to keep from doing them.

"I don't know why I like kicking you," she said in her little baby voice. She was still standing over her victim's fallen body with her sexy foot resting heavily on his damaged penis and balls but she was acting like a little girl who had been caught telling a lie. Her chin was down on her chest as she twisted from side to side as though trying to hide.

"I just like it," she continued in her sing-song voice remembering with elation the way his eyes had rolled way up into his head after she had delivered her crippling and paralyzing kicks and stomps to his tender, fragile eggs. "I like it so-o-o much! It's positively exhilarating! I feel so... I don't know... so wonderful! So alive, sexy and beautiful because you always worship me so much when I hurt you. Seeing you down there like that makes me feel so strong and powerful! You're so far under my spell that you're too weak to stop me, why shouldn't I hurt you? Putting you at my feet is so, so easy to do! It's nothing at all for me to just kick you and stomp on you over and over! No effort at all on my part! Look at you lying completely defeated on the floor at my feet where I put you! I'm a beautiful, powerful Goddess! I enjoy seeing you lying down there thoroughly battered and beaten while I just damage you and maim you some more - I'm making you suffer while I cripple you with my feet, Baby! First, you got down there because I commanded it and you had to obey me! I get off on that too. But NOW, you're done there rolling around in blinding pain just because I..." and she emphasized the word 'I', "... little ol' me - your sexy wife - just KICKED you down there with my dainty little foot. There's mean punishing power in that dainty little foot, Baby. I have the power to hurt you over and over with my sexy feet until Hell freezes over! Of course I know I have that power because of your hopeless, or should I say helpless, addiction to my beautiful feet but it doesn't matter why I have it, I still have it and when someone has that kind of awesome power, they just have to use it!" Little droplets of saliva were forming around Cindy's lips as she continued to explain with great fervor to her battered victim on the floor - the helpless addiction she had to causing him pain and suffering. She was getting very close to cutting loose.

"Think of it like this," she continued more animatedly. "What if someone gave you a magic wand with which you could achieve your every dream and then told you that you couldn't use it? Do you get my drift? Yes, I know I'm going to seriously damage you someday, I already have, but I can't help it. I really do love you very much but there are times when I just have to hurt you real bad. You know, Sweetheart, hurting you is my magic wand and something wonderfully magical happens to me right down here.." she patted the front of her red, bikini panties lovingly, "...when I make you scream. It's because it was ME! I DID that! I completely disabled you with just my tiny little foot! If I desire, I can put you in the intensive care ward with my feet! In fact, I already have and will again! Probably TONIGHT!" Cindy exclaimed excitedly as she walked up to his face and began stomping down on it as hard as she possibly could over and over as she screamed.

"I can KILL you with my feet if I want to!" she yelled as she laughed and stomped him again. "Do you HEAR me, Slave?!" she screamed prodding her slave's trembling and almost unconscious body with the toe of her shoe. He had stopped screaming now and was just staring up at her blankly as he watched the bottom of her shoe slam over and over, relentlessly onto his, now numb and blood soaked face. "I can literally stomp you and trample you to DEATH under my sexy feet just because I FEEL like doing it and you won't even try to stop me because you love me and worship me so much!" she continued.

"Look at your stupid, ruined face! You're not even trying to move it out of the way of my feet! You're just lying there worshipping me while I stomp you to death! Do you have any idea what a fantastic rush that is?! To know I can stomp you with my innocent little flats until you die - or put on my high heels and trample you to death under them just because I FEEL like doing it?!" The more she tried to explain, the hornier she got. The hornier she got, the more she needed to hurt and maim him. Just saying the words was an aphrodisiac for her. She quickly moved back down to his groin and began kicking it over and over, again and again until he finally, mercifully, fainted from the pain.

Cindy looked down at the unconscious body at her feet and sighed contentedly. She put her dirty shoe on his bloody, pulverized face, put her hands on her hips and admired herself in the mirror as she began to fantasize, "Yes, Baby," she said to the un-hearing, un-feeling slave on the floor, "Someday I'm going to put a spike heel in the center of your throat and then step down on it with all my weight," she stood up on her unconscious slave's throat with the heel of her flat pretending it was one of her deadly spikes, "I'll just stand there quietly while your pathetic little eyes pop out of your head. You'll stare up at me in desperation with your little bug eyes, pleading with me in complete silence for a little air but I won't give you any. I'll just smile down at you and put my other spike heel on your face," she brought her other red flat up and ground it into his unfeeling face as she continued her fantasy, "I'll grind it savagely into your cheek and tell you that you don't have much time left and that I would like the bottom of my dirty shoe cleaned with your tongue before you die. You'll do it too - just because you're nothing but a pathetic little insect waiting to perish under your Goddess' sensational foot. You'll even stroke the top my foot lovingly with your fingertips, the one that's ending your existence. Let me see, what should I do while you're dying under my feet? I know! I'll be eating a piece of candy and watching my favorite soap opera on TV. I sure hope you get my shoe completely clean before you die." Cindy smiled at herself in the mirror and then suddenly her delicate lips formed into the letter 'O' as she realized her slave had almost stopped breathing. "Oh dear! I really AM killing you," she laughed as she stepped down from his throat but left the other foot on his face.

As Don began to stir imperceptibly about five minutes later and felt Cindy's foot on his face, he was beginning to understand a whole new meaning for the word 'fear'. He lay there in agony, shaking and shivering in terror. When he first married her two years ago, she would barely even let him kiss her feet - let alone hurt him with them. She had felt strange being in charge and having someone worship her feet - she thought it was weird. Eventually though, after about a year and a half, he had gotten her to a point that Don considered 'perfect'. It was just the right mixture of foot worship, minor humiliation and a token amount of pain. He felt he had died and gone to heaven.

But now! Something in his beautiful wife had changed. It didn't really change but rather, it had escalated. The slave had been very happy and content with the light domination, but his Goddess never got the message that she was to stay at that level. Never before had she been given that kind of power and now she was drunk with it. Don kept trying but he just couldn't control the situation any more. He now had a choice with only two options: He could get the Hell out now before she caused any permanent damage or he could stay and take his chances.

He had even tried once to make her cease and desist. 'I'm the man in this house!' he had told her. 'You're going to do what I tell you!' whereupon Cindy just packed her bags and walked out! She wasn't even gone a week when Don went crawling to her, begging her to come back.

"Put my heels on me, Baby! It's time to play some more!" she said so softly that he barely heard her. There was a sadness about her in spite of the fiery glow in her deep, dark eyes. It was as though she knew that the fantasy she had just indulged in would, in all likelihood, become reality someday.

Slowly, the slave did as he was told. He was still crying and moaning from his aching face and testicles. He couldn't have stood even if he had been allowed to but he managed to get the little flats off her feet with her help and replace them with the sexy spikes.

"Lay your hands out - palms up!" she said a little more brightly. The slave cried out and begged her pitifully not to hurt him any more but he dutifully obeyed her nevertheless. "Would you like to kiss them first?" she asked tenderly. "Maybe it won't hurt as much if you do," she reasoned while ignoring his passionate pleas. She seemed genuinely concerned for his well being. She threw him a towel from the dresser, "Here! wipe all that blood off your face! You don't want to mess up my gorgeous feet do you?"

Don grabbed the towel and did his best to remove all the blood but there was just too much. She was right of course. She was always right. Whenever he kissed her feet or even just gazed at them, it was like receiving an injection of morphine. It didn't stop the pain but it seemed to somehow anesthetize it to a small degree. He moved his face closer and closer to her delicate ankle while anticipating the moment to come when he would make love to her beautiful feet with his lips. He masochistically held himself back purposely so as to better savor the moment at hand. The pain in his groin had even begun to recess ever so slightly.

And now his lips were on her ankle. He didn't kiss it right away, just brushed his lips over it and down over her high arch toward her succulent toes which were all but hidden in the sexy pumps except for a little cleavage - then on over to her other lovely foot where he repeated the masochistic ritual. He knew he would be granted a certain amount of time for this ritual, partly because she loved watching him grovel at her feet and worship them but also because she felt a little guilty about what she was about to do to him with them.

Seeing and feeling her slave's lips on her feet was beginning to make her panties moist and she started feeling the urge to hurt him. Normally she gave him a little more time to worship her feet but she was a little hotter than usual tonight. She lifted the foot that he wasn't kissing and set the spike heel softly down on his palm. "It's hurting time, Honey!" she said somberly.

"No! Please, My Darling! Let me worship you some more first, I beg you!" he cried feeling cheated and also fearful. He stared at the gorgeous foot on his hand and was entranced by it. He stopped begging and just stared at it like a priceless treasure to be revered. She was hurting him a little bit but it was nothing compared to what it was going to become. He went back to kissing her shapely ankle with a much deeper sense of urgency even as he continued to stare at the other one pressing down slowly, harder and harder, into the soft flesh of his palm.

"You can still worship me, my little pet. Just watch my little feet as they trample your hands into a couple of lifeless lumps of flesh!" She removed her ankle from his quivering lips and stood on his other hand with it - full weight! The slave let out another cry and then another and another as his Goddess began to slowly stamp down on his palms with her spike heels - one at a time - over and over - harder and harder - faster and faster. Soon she was running in place letting the points of her spikes come down full force into the slave's bruised and pock marked hands. "Look up at me!" she panted as she continued to jog on his ruined palms. The slave looked up with tears cascading down his face in torrents to see her silken bare legs, then her cute, tight little ass wriggling underneath the red satin fabric of her panties, then on up to her back and alabaster shoulders not quite covered by her long, rich ebony hair bouncing up and down rhythmically as she ran. She started slowing down a little just marching on his bleeding hands as he stared up at the beautiful creature above him through tears of pain and misery. His mind was telling him how 'drop-dead' gorgeous she was even as he screamed from the horrible pounding her heels were doing to his hands. And then, suddenly, she looked down over her shoulder at his pitiful tear stained face. "Tell me you worship me, Doormat!" she whispered softly as though in a trance. Her dreamy eyes were half closed as she made a concerted effort to focus mentally on the feel of her spikes sensuously crushing his pliable flesh. She felt his left hand moving and rolling around lifelessly under her spike heel like a rag doll as she would purposely let it grind down at different angles into his soft flesh. If she twisted the spike into the back of his palm toward the wrist, she would feel his fingers being forced up off the rug to curl around on top of her magnificent foot, only to fall back down again when she maneuvered the heel back toward the fingers. Then she would repeat the process on his other hand all the while paying no attention to his plaintiff and painful cries pleading and begging hopelessly for a little mercy.

Then, while still facing forward, she bent her knee and lifted the right foot off his hand and shoved the sole back into her slave's face. "Kiss it, My Darling! And then lick it clean!" she laughed as she bounced on her other heel still stabbing her slave's other palm. "Stick out your tongue and lick the dirt off my shoes!"

The slave gratefully began to kiss and lick the sole of his Goddess' dirty shoe. Grateful because there was one less hand being mangled for the moment. He couldn't help but stare at his palm for a second, cringing at the sight of it. It was very bloody as well as puffy, swollen, black and blue and full of tiny little heel marks. He hadn't moved it because she hadn't given him permission to but it was highly doubtful that he would have been able to anyway. It was basically numb just like the other one was becoming. A little bit of panic began to set in as he looked at her beautiful, sexy heel bouncing on his other mangled hand. Why didn't he feel the pain like before? Then there was no pain at all, no feeling of any kind - just cold numbness. "

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