Oh, before I go any further:

"The material in this story is of an adult nature. It is not recommended for anyone under 18 or if you are offended at a narrative of some idiot getting the s__t stomped out of him."

'Nuf said - we continue !

The shaking subsided. I breathed a small sigh of relief. Then I heard the 'tak-tak-tak-tak-tak' of a women in heels obviously in a hurry. She marched right up to my aisle and almost tripped over the carpet. "What the hell... I almost fell ! I see a lawsiut ready to happen !' With that, she began to kick the side of the rug as if to get it out of the way. My heart froze. If she could succeed in moving the rug, my 'cover', so to speak would be blown ! I'm sure my business would be ruined and I'd probably have to move out of town.

As she continued to kick the rug, Edie, the cashier at that station stopped her and told her, "I'm sorry, M'am. We are doing some repairs and this was the best my boss could do. It's really for your own protection." "Bless you, Edie !", I said to myself. The woman did stop and walked up my body. She was tall, but not too heavy. She did have on the most amazing-feeling heels. They felt like nails boring into my body. They hurt like hell, especially when she rocked back and forth on her heels. At times she would lift one foot and bear her weight down hard on me, as if to flatten the carpet more. I tried not to make a sound, as she was bouncing on my chest. Edie rang up her sale; she only had a few things; and the woman went for her money. As she pulled out her wallet, some coins fell out - a few right on the the scrapings where I was looking ! "Crap !" she said, as she knelt down on one knee - on my chest - to pick up the coins.

As she picked up the one closest to me, she was staring right into my eyes ! At first I thought she couldn't see me because of the light above. But then, she gave me a funny look - not of surprise or fear or anything you might have expected a person who just found herself kneeling on a man under a carpet. No, she stared at me, raised an eyebrow, and gave me oh-so-just a subtle, evil smile.

"She saw me !" A thousand thoughts raced through my brain. "What is she going to do ?" "What is she going to say ?" "Is she going to tell the cashiers ?" "Is she going to call the police!!?" I got my answer soon enough as she moved up my neck, on my face. Then she stopped, lifted one heel and started to grind it into my forehead. I knew that she was thinking of a way to punish me for what I was doing. She didn't care who I was, she just wanted to have some fun ! Then, she shuffled her feet around my face, and positioned her heels so they would be directly over my eyes ! I freaked ! She going to blind me ! I only caught a glimpse of thos heels: Black patent with gold tips - the ones that come to almost a point ! I quickly closed my eyes and prayed. I think I prayed - more than all the people who went to church that morning ! I felt her slowly descend on me - on my eyes. I shut my eyes tight, and prayed, almost audibly. More and more those heels increased their pressure on my eyes. My heart was pounding, so loudly I could swear that everyone above me could hear it ! More and more the pressure increased. I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I could actually see my own blood, passing through my eyelids ! While up above, the woman doing the punishing, was asking inane questions on some coupon special at the counter. The carpet, although it had been scraped there so that I could see, held fast.

Through all this panic, I felt footsteps walking up my body. Another customer ! Thank you, Lord ! The woman, wanting to get a last 'dig' in, started to march in place, just lifting her heels and grinding them back in the carpet again, as if to stretch her legs. Then as a last gesture, she lifted her soles, putting all her weight on her heels ! I screamed the most horrific silent scream imaginable, but kept silent and still. The woman then bounced off my face and 'tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak'ed out of the store.

Others moved in to take her place. In all the panic, I didn't realize the store was filling up with customers. The aisle was full of people, some with carts, others carrying baskets, all of them crowding in the aisle, on me ! At one time, I felt eight girls on me, mashing me into my hole. My breathing became labored. I didn't have the strength to inhale. After the ordeal of almost being blinded, I was physically and emotionally weak. Now, because of Parent's Day, more people than I expected have piled into the store, crushing me more than I had imagined. I felt feet on my own feet, feet on my legs, feet on my knees, feet on my thighs, feet on my crotch, feet on my stomach, feet on my chest, feet in my face. I could smell perfume, shoe leather, sweat, cotton socks, nail polish - it was overwhelming ! Involuntarily I became hard again. All five senses, sight, smell, taste, touch and hearing were bombarded with the entire crush experience. I could taste the carpet in my mouth. I could even taste the shoes in my face. I could hear the tapping of feet on my body. My sight was bombarded with the sight of giantesses everywhere I could see. And the feeling - my God - the feeling ! I had another orgasm, this time, I could swear my soul orgasmed also. It was like a roller coaster ! My body was out of control ! If it were not for the half ton of crushing feet above me, I would have convulsed uncontrollably. But the feet held me fast. No one even noticed that every fiber in my being was climaxing as though I had exploded - literally ! The procession continued for over 30 minutes. Each sensation building on the last. I was in the 'dry heaves' of orgasm, simply sending orgasm signals to my body. I had nothing left.

It was over. The crush of people subsided. Edie took her break and closed her aisle. I heard people filing into Bette's aisle. I just laid there, spent, exhausted, and sore, sore, sore. I never knew I could hurt so much. Even my hair felt trampled. I fell into a light sleep.

What seemed for only a second later, I was awakened by Edie walking over me to get to her register. "Your turn," she told Bette, as she closed her register to go on break.

Then I felt the floor shake again....

To be continued

Matt