Trample Fantasy
04-Nov-98 16:40:42

Trample Fantasy #1

An older man maybe in his late 70’s or early 80’s goes to the mall to look for some socks. The mall is extremely busy and he gets disoriented. He slowly moves down a narrow aisle in women’s shoes to look for a saleslady to help him. There too busy and rush past him at every turn. Eventually, one of the ladies unknowingly bumps into him sending him falling to the floor. He clutches his chest and begins to have a cardiac arrest. She is at a shoe rack and he is behind her. His faint calls for help go unheard, so he attempt to reach out from the floor and tap on her leg, as he extends his hand she steps back. His hand is pinned beneath her 3” stacked heel shoe. She still doesn’t notice him. Then she turns on his hand and walks away.
His heart beats are fading, he’s frightened. He tries to roll over but realizes he’s against a pillar. He sees his dying reflection in the mirror on the pillar. As hope was just about gone a woman approaches she is carrying three boxes of shoes. She is a striking brunette woman, dressed in a black pant suit with a full length mink coat on. She looks as though she or her husband has plenty of money.
“You’re blocking the mirror sir”, she said staring down at him.
“Help…”, he gasped.
“What’s wrong?” she asked somewhat annoyed.
“My heart…help”, his voice was now a whisper.
She looked at her watch. And stamped her foot, then a thought occurred to her.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a deal, if you let me use this mirror so I can see these shoes, I’ll help you.”
He didn’t have the strength to answer.
“Great”, she smiled, “don’t go away”.
She quickly kicked off her black low heeled shoes and went into the first box. She produced a pair of 3 ½ inch black snake skin pumps. She put them on her feet, stood up and moved over to the mirror.
“I can’t really see them with you in the way,” She said. She paused then said, “I know, don’t move”. With that she put her right foot onto the old man’s chest and stepped up. The she lifted her left foot and placed it next to her right. “That’s much better. Now these shoes are beautiful, don’t you think?” She stood full weight, disregarding the dying man under her, as her heels stabbed into his stomach and chest. She twisted and stepped forward and backward modeling the shoes. Every step brought intense pain to the old man.
“Please…” he whispered very faintly.
“Oh, you want a better look, okay.” With that she stepped forward onto his chest and neck. The heel felt as though it were going to penetrate the old man’s throat. She then lifted her right foot so it was less than an inch from his face.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” She smiled sweetly at him.
She finally stepped off him and went to the second box. This time she produced a pair of 4 inch, black patent leather heels. She returned to the man, but this time didn’t pause or look down at him at all, she just stepped right up as though he were part of the floor.
“These are nice too.” She said concentrating on her shoes in the mirror, as the heels press deep into the man’s body. Again she twisted on her heels, the man winced out loud, but she didn’t stop.
“What do you think?” She walked slowly up to his neck again, this time however she placed her right foot on his face. The heel bit into his lip and the soul pushed into his forehead.
“I don’t know which I prefer.” She said in frustration as she stamped the heel of her right foot into his face several times.
“I suppose I could get both.” With that she stepped off and went to the third box. The man attempted to move away, but as she finished putting the bone white 4 “ heels on she saw him and quickly slammed her heel into his outstretched hand.
“I thought we had a deal.” She rolled his limp body over again so it was at the mirror. She then stepped up and stood as the heels disappeared into his stomach. Just then the sales lady stepped over.
“Finding everything okay, ma’am?”
The brunette answer, “yes, but I’m having difficulty seeing these shoes because of his white shirt.” The sales lady looked down and saw the old man, still mouthing help with his tongue flopping over his bottom lip. Initially she was surprised then said, “well why don’t you stand on his head, you can see the shoes better that way.”
“Good idea”, said the brunette. She immediately stepped onto his head as her heels dug and scratched his cheeks. She drove her heel into his ear and twisted, “these are very comfortable”. She said examining them in the mirror. “Oh, look at that. There’s some dirt on the heel.”
“There is?” Replied the sales lady. “Well, we can clean that up for you.”
“No it’s okay, I can do it.” With that she stuck the dirty heel into the old mans mouth. She drove it in and wiped it against his tongue.
“That’s much better”, she said, and both ladies laughed.
“I’ll take all three pairs”.
“Great follow me.” The brunette then stepped off of the old man's face and the ladies disappeared. The old man, God rest his soul, disappeared too.

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