A story
23-Jan-99 01:43:01

Mark was an aventurer. He roamed he country on his thumb and
relied heavily on his good looks and some luck. He'd been
touring the U.S. on the back roads of the south, stopping at
various towns to earn a little cash and then moving on. A
little consturction, a litle eb design; whatever he could find.

One sunny morning near Dallas, he was hot, thirst, and thumbing.
A car pulled along side. It was an old Cadillac with Tx plates.
The women driving seemed apprehensive to offer him a ride but
he was wearing jeans and a white tank top; carried a duffle bag
that could be placed in the trunk. Mark had black hair that was
sort of curly, blue eyes and a firm medium build. His Italian
heritage mixed with norwegian blood had given him a "no risk"
kinda appearance. (too bad for him)

Ellen was drivin from Dallas to Houston and an errand that she
did not want to do. She was in a pissy mood and the hot weather
did not make metters any better. The cowboys org' had been
messing with her contract, fredericks had passed her over( their
mistake) an she had vengeance in her heart.

The thumber(Mark) represented all she hated in men. Cool, calm,
handsome and confident. She knew him not but decided on the
first look at him, he would suffer for her frustrations.

Ellen was a blonde with no so large breasts. She assumed this
was why she could not advance in the Cowboys cheerleading
organization. She was wrong. Her near white blonde looks and
rock hard body stood 5' 7" tall ad weighed 118 pounds.
Her looks had nothing to do with her troubles. Her dancing
skills were subject and she was drivin home to Houston.

She stopped with hate in her heart, hurt in her soul, and a
desire to punish the first man that fell pray to her beauty.
Taking a man into her confidence was not an issue for this
southern bell. She had captivated many before.

Wearing a short denim skirt,(par for the course) 4" spike
mule's, and driving a white nustang 5.0 convertable; she was
everything Mark ad ever hoped for.(or was she??)

Stopping the car, Ellen said" where ya goin'".
Mark answered, "Where ever you are willing to take me".
(Wrong answer)
She new that he was hers as soon as he spoke.

Nearing Houstin she asked" do you mind if I stop in at a friends
house for something cold to drink. He replied"sounds like a plan".

Entering Debbie's house was easy. Leaving was another story.

Mark sat on the couch and let Ellen cater to his needs.
She brought him a iced soda water with what appeared to be extra
fizz in it. This was the last thing he remembered of the living
romm.

When he awoke, he was tied to the floor. Each leg was tied
at the knee and the ankle. Each arm was tied at the elbow and
the wrist, and each finger was tied to this plywood floor with
fishing line; just above the second knuckle and palm down.
He startd to moan, "where m I and what the f&(k is goin on
when Ellen walked into sight.

She walked straight to his side and kicked him viscously in his
ribs saying," shut your mouth handsome". "Your my escape to a
rather shitty day". (He had no idea what she was talking about)

She placed a heel inbetween his thumb and first finger. Not much
weight was needed for Mark to realize that he was in a bad position. Her upper thigh tensed, a litle weight transfer began
to occur and Mark let out a yelp that would curtle blood.
Ellen smiled at him and said" I'm just starting so you' better
save your strength. She leaned all the way onto her 1/4" wide
spike and twisted her foot on the heel.(only the heel)

Mark cried in anguish as the cartiledge turned to pulp. Ellen
began to get wet. She thought she would enjoy punishing this
traveler in place of her tormentor but knew not how much.
She leaned forward onto one foot and twisted her weight to
one side creating a 1/2" wide, gaping, and bleeding hole in
Marks hand between the thumb and first finger.

No bone was destroyed but the day was young and her rage only
begining.

She continued to walk forward by placing the other heeled foot
squarely into his right nipple. She stepped up full weight and
again began to twist. Blood was slowly flowing from the gash in
Mark's hand and soon the skin was peeling back from his nipple.

Ellen smiled feeling the absolute power she commanded over this
wandering fool. She placed the other heel, suspended/extended
over his body on the other nipple and began to twist this heel
as well.

Mark let out a howl that would curtle your blood but thus house
was miles from any other. He could scream to his hearts content
and no one would ever hear him.

Ellen twisted both feet(each heel on a nipple) to face Mark's
head. She was smiling on the outside and a little wet on the
inside. She liked this more than she thought!

Leaning to one side and lifting a foot, blood began to roll
down Mark's left side. Seemed her new jean colored mules
with the 4" heel left quite the impresion.
She stepped forward with her left foot and placed the heel
directly onto Mark's eye. Slowly leaning forward, pound by
pound, inch by inch, Mark felt his eye moving out of the way.

It yeilded to her beautiful weight with a poppong sound but
to her dismay, Mark fell quite. Unsure of what to try next,
she waited for him to re-awake.

Re: A story - a little more story
01-Feb-99 00:16:42

I'm back.

Mark's found that his hand was throbbing and his head
was pounding. He could only see in 2D but he could see
that he was still in trouble.

Nobody was in the room that he could see so he tried to
inflate his body with as much air as he could and stretch
the ropes around him. He tried wiggling his left hand cuz'
the right was kinda numb and found both inflating and wriggling
seemed to work. The ropes got a little looser.

Debbie heard the sounds of Mark's moving the ropes from the
room next door. Ellen had stepped out for a cig' so Debbie
went to check things out. Debbie's a brunette. Not as stunning
as Ellen but never has troubles getting a drink or a dance.
She was 5'4, 125lbs with green eyes. She was wearing an old
pair of cut-off levi's with the ass worn out and strings
hangin down. She got off the couch, put on Ellen's Mules and
headed into Mark's room.

Mark heard the click when the heels hit the linoleum and knew
he was busted. Debbie knew what he was trying to do right away
and began to smile at him. He thought he was free but she knew
that she had done this before and liked it.

"Oh my god, what did she do to you?" Debbie said. Mark relaxed,
let out a little air and that's when Debbie jumped with both feet
onto his stomach. "She never even left any prints on your
stomach"? Debbie said. "Can't have that"? and she began to jump
in place with both feet getting air.

Mark began to scream obscenities at her and Ellen heard the
commosion outside. She walked into the house and saw that her
shoes were missing. She went to Debbies bedroom and grabbed the
first set of heels she touched on the full wall of shelves in
the closet.
They were beautiful and deadly. 5" black stiletto's with an
ankle strap and a gold metal heel.

She sat down, put them on and hurried to help finish Mark.

Debbie had been bouncing for about 2 minutes. Mark's stomach was
covered with pock marks with half of them showing blood dots.
Seemed whenever she had landed 3 times on the same spot it had begun to bleed. She was starting to get tired and wondered where
Ellen was.
Friends being close friends, no sooner had she thought of Ellen
when Ellen appeared. Debbie noticed right awawy that she had
found her new killer pumps and was glad. They looked good on her.
Mark thought so too but was not to happy to see her wearing them.

Debbie stopped jumping and stood in place on Mark's stomach
while Ellen walked to between his knees. Mark was nearly
unconscious and thast just wouldn't do. She drew back a leg and
kicked him full force with the point of her toe in the balls.
Mark snapped awake and began to howl. He couldn't double over
and this seemed to make it worse.

"Now that your awake again, lets do some more of my favorite
things". said Ellen. She stepped with one heel onto his left
upper thigh and headed for his left (unmarked) hand. She didn't
slow down but walked right over the back side of his left hand.
Debbie could hear the bones crunch and decided to follow.
She stepped off his stomach to the floor and followed Ellens
foot steps exactly with the jean colored spiked Mules.

The girls grinned at each other. They liked playing follow the
leader. A who can do the most punishment on one pass kinda game.
Ellen figured she would win this time. She had found Debbies
secret weapon and wore them first for a change.

Debbie led next. Left hand, left elbow, left shuolder, plexus,
groin, and off. She turned to watch Ellen.
Ellen followed but stomped her way across each part as Debbie
had led. These spikes left gruesome holes she noticed. She also
wished she were wearing them.

Ellen's turn.

Ellen stomp stepped her heels in his right knee, groin, 2 foot
jump to the chest (trying for the nipples) then 2 foot jump to
the cheeks before stepping off to watch Debbie with Ellen's
Mules on. Debiie stomped the knee and heard it crack, stomped
his groin real hard to get some hieght for the jump. She landed
square on the already bleeding nipples and did a little twisting
in preparation for jumping on his face.
She hit both cheeks square with legs pumping against gravity
hard enough to make his head and her whole body bounce once.
She lifted one leg to stork stand on his right cheek and did a
180 spin on one heel to dismount.

Ellen was impressed. "I thought you always win cuz' of the
shoes!" "I think you cracked his skull."
"Maaark". (they teased) Don't leave now Maaark. Don't you want to
play with us?"
Mark moaned which is all Debbie needed to hear."Still here yet
so far away" she laughed. Lets see how he handles this!
She walks up beside his head and stomps him once in the gorehead.
His heads bounces once and he moans a little louder.
"Hey Ellen, I think he knows your next!"
Ellen walks up and does the same BUT her heel sticks into his
skull about a 1/16". "I knew it was the shoes that made the difference" Ellen says. "My turn again"

"I have to admit I'm getting bored though". "Mark, your time
is just about up". "I declare free-for-all". Ellen steps onto his
remaining eye and walks onto his chest. She begans to bang one
heeled foot (metal) into the same spot over his heart.

Debbie is sick of the moaning and steps onto Mark's throat with
a stork stand. She can feel his pulse in her shoe and up her leg.
The moaning stops and she says "finally! I was sick of his
moans".

Ellen stops and stork stands over Mark's heart, says "Yah, I was
sick of it too. Thanks for shutting him up. He's no cry baby
like the last guy but I don't want to hear anything.
She feels his heart slow and notices the thumping rise of her
body weight by his heart is not as high. "Almost done I think"

Debbie sticks the bloody heel of her loose foot that is hanging
over Mark's head into his eye and works it around. She feels
the bone in back push out and suspects she is at his brain.
She shoves straight down and the heel disappears into grey
matter.
"I don't know what you did there Debbie, but I don't feel
anything."
"Looks like I win again then? Sorry Ellen. I just had to know
what it felt like to step on his brain".
"When's your next chearleeding tryout"?