"The Secret" continued (pt 2) Tuesday, 09-Dec-97 16:56:53

As the two girls moved on, another stepped between his legs onto his nut-sack. She missed stepping on one of his balls, but the other was pressed down and would have been crushed flat but for the fact that she caught it under the edge of her heel which allowed it to pop out from under her as she put her full weight down. Lightning flashed in Bob's eyes and he was overwhelmed by a surge of aching agony. Bob screamed and two other girls who had been dancing their hard soled feet deep into his stomach squealed and jumped off. "Hey," someone yelled back to the remaining girls, "that one makes a good noise!" "What one?" Someone asked. In a panic of agony Bob tried to get up and escape. Instantly he was forced back down by four more girls stepping onto him at the same time. "Hey, this feels weird," one of the four said. Then she reached down with her hands and felt his chest and shirt. Bob was terrified. They were going to find him out! He had just come on two of the girl's legs! They'd figure it all out and he'd go to jail for sure. "Hey, you guys," the girl who had felt him shouted with glee, "it's a dead body! Feel it." The other girls didn't touch him with their hands but walked around on him. The weight of the four schoolgirls was terrible--it was the heaviest crush he had ever experienced, well over 400 pounds, but he endured it to keep from being discovered. "Go on, you guys, move" said some more girls waiting to walk forward. "No, it's a dead body," said the girls standing on him, "Come feel." Then, to his horror, the four girls moved around on him to make room as three more managed to squeeze in and join them! The girl crushing his breast bone under her hard shoes made room by stepping one foot over onto the side of Bob's head, "Hey," she said, here's its head!" Bob realized in a panic that so many girls were able to stand on him at one time because his carpet rolls were acting like boundaries--"jesus god" Bob groaned softly, as he felt his eyes bulging from their sockets beneath 800 pounds of teenage girl crush, "somebody help me, I'm being crushed to death," but no one heard him. "Doesn't this body feel weird?" he heard a girl say. "Yeah," said another, "where'd you say its head was?" Bob couldn't breathe or move, the young schoolgirls were crushing him alive. He heard the one above him triumphantly answer, "Its head is under my foot." By the sound of her voice she couldn't have been be more than 15. "Should I crush it?" She asked. "Why not," another girl answered, "the three of us have crushed this stomach flat!" Yeah," said another, "they're going to have to repair this exhibit after we're done." They laughed. "Okay," said the 15-year-old, "I'll just pretend it's my little brother's head and mash it." Then Bob felt the pressure under the hard sole of her shoe growing steadily more intense as the teenage girl brought her weight down on his head. Then she stood on his head and bounced her weight. "Crush! crush! crush!" she chanted. Bob saw stars. A ringing tone in his ears oscillated to the cruel bouncing of the teenager's weight. Then, using her full weight she ground the side of his face mercilessly under her foot, tearing his ear beneath her hard grinding heel. "Nope," she announced, "it won't break." She then stepped back onto his chest. The other six girls remained standing on him. Bob was passing out from lack of air. Under the 800 pounds of girl crush he was becoming delirious, But you are good girls, Catholic girls, you would never hurt anyone, please, girls, let me go, mercy--then through the haze of his numb mind he heard the 15-year-old girl standing at the front of his chest say, "Maybe if I stomp its head I can smash it!" In a last desperate effort to live, Bob tried to cry out "please miss, no" but he couldn't get air or even move--his arms were pinned under his sides and his body was becoming numb. Then he felt the girl shift her weight onto one foot as she raised the other. Bob made a small pleading sound--no one heard him. "Stomp!" the young girl shouted. There was an explosion of light in Bob's head. His ears were ringing so loudly it was deafening. A great pain went through his skull. "Did you flatten it?" someone asked. "Nope, I guess it must be made of wood or plastic or something." "Well," another girl said, "you shouldn't break it anyway, it's private property!" "Oh yeah," said the cruel 15-year-old, "well, if it's my little brother's head, it deserves to be stomped flat!" She raised her foot again while the other girls laughed. "You little brat," she said as if talking to her helpless little brother, "You like to make faces at me, brat? Well let's see how your little face looks after your big sister's stomped on it!" Another great burst of light. Bob opened his mouth and threw up. His vomiting was muffled by a banshee shriek on one of the speakers. The girls didn't notice. They finally all stepped off of him and proceeded on the tour. Two more girls stepped onto his chest. He had no strength to tense his muscles any longer. This made the girls feel heavier than ever. "Yuck, somebody's puked," said one girl as she walked over his stomach. "Yeah," others added as they walked over him, "someone's tossed her cookies." "Wow," it stinks in here, somebody threw up." Because of the smell from his vomit, the next twenty girls didn't stop on him, although they did trample over him without mercy. After it was over, he was barely able to crawl to the back door of the spook house and get to his trailer. His nose was smashed and his ear was ripped. His c--- was bleeding and had a large lump in it. His stomach and ribs were a mass of pain. He was actually covered with girls' footprints left in images of gray dust on his black clothing. His teeth were loose and his head ached. There was a ringing in his ears. His nose was bleeding. His balls throbbed. But even with all this, he felt himself getting hard thinking about the two young Catholic girls who were now walking about the fair with his come dripping down their stocking legs and into their shoes where they would walk on it with their stocking feet. Would they wonder why they were wet? What would they make of the smell? Then, in his smashed state he lay down on his bed and jerked off his aching c--- to the memory of how he had almost been stomped to death by a 15-year-old schoolgirl! Surely, he would have been the first man ever to have died that way! Later, after changing into cloths without footprints on them, he decided to go to the hospital and tell the doctor he had been beaten up so they could make sure he didn't have any permanent injuries. When he got there he told the doctor that once they had knocked him down, the two thugs who mugged him had started kicking him. The doctor agreed that it had been a very professional going over and that he was lucky to be alive. He even had to file a false report with the police to cover up what had really happened to him. He spent the next two days in the hospital. You would think that after what Bob had gone through he would have quit his little leisure activity. And, to be sure, he did for a while. But soon his bruises and wounds healed and then something too exciting for him to pass up came along. On Saturday the "Ohio" State Fair was holding a Tall Miss "Ohio" contest with rehearsals on Thursday and Friday. On Thursday Bob went to look the contestants over and was astounded to find two dozen women competing all of whom were 6'1" or taller! The tallest, named Sandra, was a shocking 6'10" in her size 14 stocking feet, and, with her 6" high heels on for the swimsuit competition, topped out at an amazing 7'4"! Naturally, Bob gave out free passes to all of the contestants including Sandra and waited for them at the spook house. On Friday, two women, both about 6'4" came through the spook house. They walked over Bob's chest one at a time. Both were wearing sandals. Although these two women were very heavy, he had been stepped on by heavier women before. But he had never been under any women with feet as large as theirs! His fantasy of being a boy was wonderfully satisfied because their feet were so large compared with him. They must have both worn about a size 11! However, they didn't linger and he didn't suffer too much as they walked over him. But the giantess Sandra didn't show up. Bob was desperate for her to crush him. He became fixated on her. What must she weigh? Even if it were as much as two women, he had handled that before. But size 14 feet! Oh god, he had to feel what it was like to be under those. None of the contestants came by on Friday, and he doubted that they would bother on the day of the competition. So he went looking for Sandra. When he found her, he offered her another free pass to his spook house. She was standing on the stage in her high heels looking down at him. He stood in awe before the titanic frame of this giantess. "What's the deal?" she asked in a voice deeper than most women's. "Why do you want me to go through your place so bad?" "No reason," Bob said, "but I've worked very hard to make it the best and I give free passes to everyone connected with the fair. I guess I'm just proud of my work. It really is scary in there. "Well," the towering giantess said, looking at him somewhat coldly, "maybe tonight after the contest if I don't have anything better to do--if you say it's that good." Bob waited eagerly in the spook house the rest of the day. Oh man, oh man, He kept thinking to himself, he couldn't believe it! This couldn't be happening! But as evening approached and the hours passed Sandra didn't show up. Even though it was now dark Bob thought that she might still come, so he waited some more. The problem was that he had to take a leak really badly but didn't dare for fear that while he was away giant Sandra would come by. So he waited. An hour later, when the fair was about to close, he saw her gigantic form enter the spook house. The contest was over and it was a hot night. The giantess was still in her swimsuit. She was barefoot and carrying her huge high heels in her enormous hands. Bob quickly lay down between the carpet rolls, heart pounding. Oh god! He thought. I don't believe this is happening. What must she weigh? It was very late and they were all alone in the spook house. Even the kid out front had left Bob to close up. Slowly he could hear the giantess approaching. When she reached his position he looked up and saw looming before him the most enormous silhouette he had ever seen in his life. He braced himself for the crush. For just an instant he feared that with her great stride, she might step right over him. But then he felt her gigantic foot, warm and huge, slowly covering the entire width of his lower abdomen. Then he felt the massive sole of her huge foot as it began to crush down--oh no! he thought--she was stepping right on his full bladder! She put her full weight down. The crush on his bladder from the weight of the giantess was so appalling that despite his efforts to hold it in, a high pressure stream of piss was forced right out his cock. The horrible pain made him double up and scream loudly. His piss continued to squirt into his pants in a fine stream under the enormous pressure of the towering woman's huge foot. He waited in agony for her to get off of him, but she didn't. She just stood there. Had she heard him scream? Then she turned, grinding her giant bare heel into him forcing more piss to gush out. Then she stepped up onto his chest with both feet so she was facing him. He felt the air rush from his body as her huge feet completely squashed his chest down beneath her immense weight. Her feet were so long that even though her large toes were almost touching his chin, her bare heels were pressing down on his stomach! He groaned, "oh jesus!" This time she must have heard him! He could feel the blood pressure building up in his hot face as spittle ran out of the corners of his mouth. In terror he groaned loudly as he could, "Get off, get off!" But the enormous woman just stood there. Then he heard her say in her deep woman's voice from so far above him, "I thought something funny was going on over here, so I decided to see for myself. So, this is your little game, is it? You want to feel what it's like to have a giant woman step on you. Am I right, you little pervert?" Then she leaned back a bit, sinking her huge, heavy bare heels into his soft stomach. "Oh, mercy!" he gurgled as some of his stomach acid roiled up into his mouth beneath the crush of her weight. "Are you enjoying yourself down there, little man?" she asked sarcasticly. "You know," she continued, while he struggled desperately to breathe beneath her overwhelming weight, "I've always wondered what it would be like to crush a little man like you. I guess I'm going to find out tonight, aren't I?" As her giant feet moved about playing with him beneath her dreadful weight he groaned, "that would be murder. p..p..pl..please, get off me!" "No," the giantess said, "it would just be an accident. They'll see what you were doing in here and put it all together. Now!" she said with more force in her powerful voice, "Prepare yourself, little man, because I'm going to crush you to death! I'm going to step on your head and squash it under me like a mellon! I want to feel your puny brains ooze up between my big toes!" He turned his face away. "n..n..no," he whimpered. Then he felt the bottom of her enormous bare foot as it covered the side of his face, dwarfing his head by comparison. Then she started to press down, slowly. "Crush!" the immense woman said through her teeth. Then, like the time before when the young girl had stood on his head, he saw stars and his ears started to ring. But unlike the last encounter, this time the weight on his head continued past the weight of the schoolgirl, slowly becoming heavier and heavier. He felt like his head was in some great machine press and there was no way to stop it. Heavier! He shut his eyes. Even heavier! "I'm going to crush youuuu!" She hissed. His head was going to burst! Still Heavier! He shut his eyes and waited for the explosion, groaning, "oh goddess, no, i don't want to die, i'll do anything." Suddenly, the growing pressure halted where it was, and then, slowly, she released him from the awesome crush beneath her enormous foot. "Really?" she said. "Okay then, let's play first." She was still standing on the chest of the terrified man. His ribs felt as though they might all suddenly burst at once. "pl..pl..please. i can't breathe." "That's not my problem!" she said severely. "Here," she said thrusting her toes in his face, "suck my big toe!" He dutifully opened wide and received an enormous toe which filled his whole mouth. She then cruelly wiggled her long toe so as to rake the back of his throat with her toe nail. He gagged and tried to cough, but she continued to plunge her huge toe in and out of his moist mouth giving him no relief from the choking. "I've been standing in those hot heels all evening, little man, so lick between my toes! Bathe my foot, you worm." Desperate for her mercy he plunged his tongue between he toes and licked them clean. Sometimes while he cleaned between her moist toes she cruelly grabbed his tongue between them and squeezed it. "This floor is dirty," she announced. "Lick the bottoms of my feet." She presented him with the enormous wrinkled soles of her gigantic size 14 feet for cleaning, first one, then the other. Her feet were dirty from the floor of the spook house, but in his terror he had no choice but to lick the dirt from her massive soles. As he licked the bottoms of her feet he said, "pl..pl..please...don't step down...don't kill me. i...meant you...no harm....i'm just...a....useless pervert....but i...don't deserve to....die." Then the giantess stepped off of him placing her huge feet on each of the carpet rolls. "All right," she said, "but don't you move." "i..i.. won't, i swear." He heard noises above him in the dark like she might be rearranging her swimsuit. "This is for you," she said, her voice coming down from the darkness. Then something warm sprinkled down on him. This was followed by the forceful splatter of a constant torrent. She was pissing on him! He turned his face trying not to drown. The deluge from the giantess seemed to last forever and he just lay there beneath it whimpering in silent humiliation. Finally the splattering stream coming down from the darkness above him stopped. "One more thing," the huge woman said. "I need to leave my mark on you so you will remember this night." Then he heard the hard "klop" of something landing on the concrete floor next to his head. He could tell by the sound that she had dropped her large shoe. Then she dropped the other shoe on the other side of him. Next, the gigantic woman shuffled the shoes around with her huge feet, first one and then the other, as she stepped into them and stood tall in the dark to a towering height of 7'4". "oh god," he said, "what are you doing?" "Your head or your hand!" she said. "what?" "Which do you want me to step on with my 6" spike heel, your head or your hand?" "oh, pl...please, no." he moaned. "oh god, my h..h..hand, i suppose." "Now," the giantess purred, "be a good little boy and put the palm of your hand under mommy's heel, come on now, you don't want me to get mad, do you? Don't worry," she added, "mommy won't step down too hard, just enough to teach the naughty little boy a lesson." Terrified, he slowly turned his left hand palm up and slid in beneath the hard point of the long stiletto heel that she had raised up slightly for him right alongside his trembling face. With his palm under the hard point of the heel he could feel the bottom of the massive curving arch of her size 14 shoe with his fingertips. "pl..please, don't," he begged. Then he saw the titanic silhouette lean to one side. There was a sickening SCRUNCH sound and he screamed in agony. The pain from his hand was so extreme he tried to pull it out from under her. But his hand was unmovable--it was nailed to the floor by her long spike heel! "Oh God! Oh My God!!" he screamed. Through his screams he heard her laughter, "What's the matter, baby?" the crushing giantess said tauntingly, "Did mommy step down with her spike heel just a little too hard?" She raised her foot off of him, but his hand raised up with it, stuck to the stiletto heel! She had to shake his hand loose while he pulled it off the spike. She then turned and left the spook house, thumping along the wooden walkway in her giant heels to the accompaniment of his screams of agony. Bob raised his smashed hand up high above his head because the pain became unbearable when he let it rest at his side. As he raised his hand up he could feel warm rivulets of blood running down his wrist. Terrified, he tucked his smashed hand under his right armpit and made his way out the back to the trailer. In the light he saw to his horror that there was an entrance hole in his left palm that went clean through to the back of his hand where he could see the whites of broken bones surrounding the exit hole. He put on a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. He rushed to the hospital where they removed the tourniquet and replaced it with a band they wound around and around his entire forearm until his hand was white as a sheet. Then they cauterized the wound which hurt like hell. He was trying to think of what to tell the doctor this time (oddly, he had the same emergency room doctor as last time) when the doctor said to the nurse, "Gunshot wound to the hand, through and through, looks like about .25 caliber. Hey, pal, do you know who shot you?" Bob said that he had no idea and they all agreed he was lucky to have been shot in the hand rather than someplace else like the head. Bob agreed. He then filed another fake police report while he waited for the hand specialist to operate on him. Bob's hand is mostly recovered now, but he still can't make a tight fist of carry heavy bags with his left hand. And the giantess was correct, there is a deep circular scar in the center of his palm by which to remember her. Was Bob finally done with his addiction? No. He is as hooked as ever. He tells me that he now has added something new to his place of "work." Deep in the spook house he now has a staircase leading up to a gallows where lights flash on a hanging man with worms coming out of his eyes. The customers enjoy it. Then, as they prepare to descend the other side of the staircase, they look down into two floodlights shining up at them from the sides of the stairs near the floor. These two lights blind the customers to the inky blackness at the foot of the stairs. A recorded voice says, "Enter the black pit of doom at your peril!" The stairs narrow to single file at the bottom where they find that the wooden walkway continues through the dark over various odds and ends. At the foot of the stairs Bob has made a face-in-the-floor set up that he learned from me (see two issues back). He lies under the stairs and floorboards with his blackened face fitted into an oval cut in the floorboard right at the foot of the stairs. He braces the back of his head with a board. The floodlights are just above him pointing up. He has a half-step stair that he can pull out from under the last step on the stairs to cover his face when men come down the stairs. Men descending the stairs, therefore, find the last step past the floodlights down into the darkness to be an odd half step before reaching the ground. But a woman who steps out into the darkness will unknowingly bring her foot down on a living face-in-the-floor! So now Bob lies there, watching as the latest in a long line of female torturers stands at the top of his staircase, the staircase which leads directly to his trapped face. She is tall, blonde and about 30-years-old looking something like a younger version of Cibil Sheppard. She is wearing a short skirt and what appear to be cute stylish shoes with firm, but small leather heels. She is bathed in the floodlights. From Bob's position, as she descends the stairs, she appears enormous. She is looking right down at Bob (although she can't see him through the floodlights) making him feel like a bug that she has decided to go and step on. He lies there helplessly, looking up her skirt as she approaches, looking at her long stocking legs, large stocking thighs, and full-sized pantied crotch--watching as her large sexy feet tromp down the stairs closer and closer to his small helpless face--an enormous goddess coming to crush the little boy at the bottom of the stairs--coming to crush him to death! Finally, she towers over him, raises her large foot and steps down into the darkness. Bob looks up at the bottom of her foot pleading silently with her, waiting for his delicate face to once again experience the terrible crush found under the foot of a full-grown woman who has no idea she is stepping on anything of significance. Bob knows he is crazy. His nose is now flat like a boxer's because it has been broken so often. And, he is sure that someday he'll take one chance too many and let a tall, beautiful woman step on him with a hard or sharp heel that will cost him an eye. But, until then, he remains a small, helpless boy at the feet of grown women who step on him without mercy, press him flat beneath their adult weight, and crush him into ecstasy.

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The story you have just read is basically true, although I had fun exaggerating and building on it. There really is a Bob, however, and he really did have all the things mentioned in the story happen to him except for the giantess part, which I added because I felt he deserved it and would have loved to have done it to him myself! Bob really does have the set-ups described (the carpet rolls, bridge, and new staircase with face-in-the-floor). He is in business each year between Memorial Day and the week after Labor Day. If anyone wishes, including you, Mr. Desperate, he can arrange through me to get in touch with "Bob." You see, Bob is not opposed to making a little extra cash and for $1,000 he will train you how to work his spook house set up and leave you to it for the day. He even promises to work that day as barker and try to send in some of the best women he can find to crush you! Who knows, maybe even a Miss Tall "Ohio!" However, he takes no responsibility for injuries and will deny he knows you if you are caught. If that is too expensive, Bob has a simpler suggestion. Go to any spook house you can walk through. Wear dark cloths. Find a dark spot and hide near the dark walkway. Take out your wallet and set it on the ground away from you and the people. Let your eyes get dark adapted. Place your hand where women can walk over it. Enjoy the terrible crushing! If someone complains about you, of if you get caught (spook house owners and staff are often on the lookout for molesters) just say you were worried about pickpockets so you were transferring your wallet from your back pocket to your front one and dropped it. A quick search with a flashlight will find your wallet and you'll be off the hook! The only trouble is that spook houses like Bob's are becoming harder and harder to find as new ones are going to automation and fancier theme park set ups with cars to ride in. So, if you have trouble finding something, Bob suggests that you set up a spook house in your own home for Halloween. Use Bob's tricks and hire some kids to hand out candy and such while you "work the ghosts" in a special dark place. Bob suggests that you don't try to get too fancy, and just go for getting your fingers crushed, unless, of course, you have room to do the carpet rolls and set up "bodies" at earlier positions to prime the women not to be surprised by the feel of you. Be sure to put out a sign, parents welcome. Sure lot's of kids will come through, but you'll also get plenty of chances to be crushed alive under the feet of some tall and sexy moms! Bob even knows of a college student who set up a spook house with his fraternity brothers on Halloween for the sorority women on campus. The young man simply told his frat brothers flat out that he would lie on the floor along the walkway in the dark and when the women stepped on him he'd grab their legs and growl! He made a point of how strong his stomach was and that he was sure no girl could hurt him! His frat brothers thought that was a great idea and never suspected his fetish. That Halloween, hundreds of college girls, one by one, stepped all over him! And, just as each one would start to realize something was odd about what she was standing on, he'd roar, grab her ankles, and she'd scream. Adding to his thrill was the fact that when a woman screamed, she'd often jump on him hard or trample around on him before leaping off. He scared the hell out of each of them and was a real hit! None of the girls thought he was weird, although some would say things like, "Wow, didn't that hurt, I mean I'm pretty tall, and I really stepped down on you hard?" He'd lie and say, "Of course not," all the while enjoying the memory of the terrible crush he had felt under the young woman's feet. His luck ran out, however, when on that Halloween night a couple of girls returned for a second time. Their breath smelled of booze and they were smiling. They asked his frat brothers if they could go into the spook cave and have another try at the guy on the floor while wearing "these," at which point they both showed off some fearfully long and sharp looking spike heels! His frat brothers though that was hilarious and sent the evil girls in. Once inside, they walked over to where they knew the young man was hiding in the darkness and then, both girls stepped on him at the same time. As he yelled and screamed for mercy the two girls trampled around on him saying, "Now it's our turn, honey!" and "Yeah, it's time for you to learn a little lesson, mister!" Outside his frat brothers laughed themselves silly while they listened to his voice screaming, "Oh God! No! Oh my God that hurts! Don't! Oh, please! Stop! Oh God, you're crushing me! Stop!" So you see, there's hardly any limit to what you might think up for your crushing enjoyment. In fact, I haven't really scratched the surface of the stuff good old Bob is up to. I mean, Bob does other things in his spook house besides what I've mentioned. For instance, twisted as he is, Bob once calculated that the average woman's weight coming down on a 4 oz. mouse, would be the same as placing 50 tons on the average man! With this in mind, Bob sometimes likes to place live mice in the spook house pathway when women come through. He does this by taping the tails of the mice to a plywood board that he can quickly slip onto the dark walkway when a group of attractive women enter the spook house. Bob likes to imagine that the mice are little men trapped in the path of 50 ton giantesses! Can you imagine what it would be like to be one of Bob's poor mice--what it would be like to literally go under the enormous foot of a skyscraper-sized goddess, and then, to feel her compress and crush your tiny, soft helpless body beneath her colossal weight without mercy? But that's what Bob does. He puts his little friends right in the way of giant women. After the women have passed by, Bob uses a penlight to investigate the condition of his little "men." It is common for some of the mice to appear unharmed having, fortunately for them, missed going under the tread of the sexy "50 ton giantesses" who tramped past in the dark. As for the unlucky ones, Bob discovers that the dreadful effects of a "50 ton" woman's weight are all too evident.

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