My steps 6 min read

I glanced up and saw Kim, the oldest of my two step-sisters, coming down the basement stairs, just as my step-mom secured the last strap around my left wrist, rendering me totally immobile. The basement was used as what my step-mother and step-sisters referred to as the “Punishment Room.” I had done absolutely nothing that I could think of to warrant being punished, but then again, I learned very quickly that my step-family didn’t need any excuse to punish me.

I was 20 years old and had been the victim of my step-mom’s and step-sister’s cruel moods for the past two years, ever since my dad ran off with another woman and never came back. It was almost like they took their hatred of him, out on me. My step-mom, Sheila, was 42 but looked more like 25. She was extremely attractive with long sandy blonde hair in a Farrah Faucett hair style. She had a perfect body and a deep tan, with the whitest teeth I’d ever seen. She stood around 5’8″ tall and weighed around 130 pounds with a little extra on her butt and thighs. Kim was 19, the oldest of my two step-sisters, and looked much like her mom. Beatiful in every sense of the word. She had long blonde hair, a deep tan and also bright, white teeth. She was also around 5’8″ tall and weighed about 120 pounds all in the right places. Amanda, the youngest sister, was just shy of 18 years old. She was also quiet attractive, but slightly heavier than her sister and mom. Amanda had brown hair that hung just below her shoulders. She was about 5’10” tall and weighed somewhere around 145 or 150 pounds, with heavy thighs and butt.

“Well, little brother!” Said Kim as she came off the stairs onto the cement basement floor. “I guess you’re wondering what you’ve done to be punished this time, huh?” She said, smiling down at me wickedly. “Well, let’s just say, we’re going to punish you today, first of all, for being born, and secondly for intruding upon our family. I wish your good for nothing father could see what we’re going to do to you today! Not that he would care, but so he would know what we’re going to do to him if we ever catch up with him again.” Kim continued. “Amanda will be down as soon as she finishes her shower and puts on her clothes, and then the punishment will begin full force. But until she arrives, mom and I will take just a few minutes to get you warmed up to the pain, okay?” Kim said smiling down at me. With that, Sheila stepped in the palm of my left hand with sharp spiked heel about a quarter of an inch in diameter. Sheila them mashed all her weight down on her heel and the spike immediately broke the tender skin in the palm of my hand and sank down into the flesh. Tears flooded my eyes and I screamed helplessly into the cold echoing basement, as Sheila stood on my hand.

Kim giggled as what her mom was doing to me, and took advantage of my open mouth by pulling down her shorts and panties and squatting over my face. Immediately Kim filled my mouth with warm, salty, golden fluid. After filling my mouth, she drained the remainder of her bladder all over my young face. When Kim stood up, I turned my head over on its side and let what pee I didn’t swallow, run out of my mouth. I could see Sheila’s cruel heel still buried in my small hand. The tiny nerves in her ankles were flinching from supporting all her weight on that one foot. Suddenly, WHAM-O! My right hand felt like it had just been hit with a baseball bat as Kim stomped it hard, literally splattering two fingers under the hard blocked heel of her black sandal. I was screaming for all I was worth, but the basement was completely sound proof.

When I finally got the tears from my eyes enough to see, Amanda was standing straddle of my head, wearing only a pair of red satin bikini panties, and a red satin teddy bear. She had brown flat sandals buckled on her feet. As soon as Amanda saw that my eyes were open, she raised her right foot over my face and held it there, giving me a good long look at the bottom of her sandal. Amanda loved agonizing me like that. She held her foot over my face for several seconds and then raised it higher and stomped very hard, square in my tender face. Her heel crushed my lips over my teeth, loosened a few teeth, and the arch of her foot crushed my nose, with the ball of her foot over both of my eyes. I saw stars and my ears began or roar like a giant water fall.

Suddenly I felt Kim stomp on my already crushed fingers again. I heard the loud thump and felt the renewed excruciating pain shoot through every nerve in my small body. Amanda then stepped up on my face and stood with both feet while holding on to a rope suspended from the ceiling of the basement. After standing on my face several seconds, she began doing a stomping march on my face, literally slamming her feet onto my face with each marching step. My face was rapidly turning to hamburger and Kim was now stomping very hard on my hand and fingers at regular intervals. As Amanda stomp marched on my face, I guess Sheila liked the idea of that, so she started stomp marching on my left hand, literally stomping very ugly holes in my tender hand with her spiked heels.

I could only vaguely hear the three of the giggling and cheering one another on as they stomped me into the cement floor so cruelly. This incredible stomping went on non-stop until I lost consciousness which I guess was around 10 or 15 minutes from the onset of the punishment. When I came to, they were gone from the basement, but I was still strapped to the floor. My eyes where swollen shut, my mouth felt like it was all to pieces, I ran my tongue over what used to be my teeth, but now only felt gagged broken pieces of teeth. Both hands were throbbing like a huge bass drum with every beat of my heart. In between my fingers was something warm and sticky which I knew was blood, and my face felt wet and smelled of blood as well. My small body was trembling and occasionally convulsing from the tremendous pain I was in. This was the second and by far the most intense punishment they had ever given me. I didn’t know if I would pull through or not, but if not, at least I wouldn’t have to endure that kind of insane treatment again. I wished it were my dad lying her on this cold cement floor, instead of his innocent, young son, because if it were, I’d do my best to get in a few good hard stomps on him myself!