A Bad Day 7 min read

I was feeling very down. I swam my hardest but was way out of my league. I never should have agreed to enter the race because swimming was not my thing.

So I took the long way back from the pool to avoid people, and went through the underground passage beneath the stadium. I was still wearing my swimmers and bare feet, with just my towel over my shoulders.

The first sign of trouble was a sound like a stampede, I could not see what was coming due to the dog leg the passage took. It was not a wide passage, but I moved over to the side wall as the wall of noise approached. I could make out the sound of many girls talking but also a strange metallic clattering that was now deafening.

Around the corner came a wall of women in a strange uniform, a wall of women coming towards me wearing striped red and white shirts, short red checkered skirts and calf length white boots. They looked nice but intimidating.

I flattened myself against the wall as they pushed and clattered past me, then pain as my feet started getting trodden on. I could not see down, but the women were clearly all wearing hard soled boots with very hard, cold heels that kept stomping on my bare toes. I pulled my feet back as far as possible, but I swear they were aiming those heels at my unprotected feet. Several times I cried out in pain; it hurt that much.

After only a few seconds, the stampede was gone, and I looked at the back of the crowd as it went. They were all wearing marching boots with 2-3 inch stacked block heels, but the flashing of steel explained the pain. They all had shiny, sharp steel taps on their heels. My feet had just been hammered by steel tipped heels. No wonder it felt like my feet were being hit by hammers.

As my breathing returned to normal, a louder and similar noise hit me, another lot was coming!!

Oh my god, I looked down at my feet and saw cuts and bruises, skin scraped by the last lot, and my toes in particular were throbbing in pain. I could not believe the damage those bitches had done.

The clattering reached a climax as the women’s baseball team rounded the corner. I looked down at the feet of the leaders, and they were all in cleats. Holy shit, they were metal cleats, if these bitches were like the last lot, this was going to hurt.

I raised my hands and started to beg, but my plea was lost as the closest woman stared right at me and stomped the heel of her cleats into my instep with it seemed all her might. I screamed like a little girl, the pain was astonishing. It felt like knife blades were cutting my foot to bits, and I felt a crunch that was clearly bones breaking.

I struggled to stay upright as one cruel woman after another stomped her cleats onto my feet. I lifted my left foot to try and protect it until the pain in my right foot became unbearable. I was forced to hop from one foot to another, then as the team passed me by, I fell to the hard concrete floor.

I was gasping for breath in a fog of pain as I lay there sobbing. I slowly became aware that there was a woman standing beside me, tapping her metal cleats into the concrete. I looked up through tear filled eyes into a pair of cold, harsh eyes.

“Poor baby, did that hurt much?” she smiled coldly as she said it. “Do you know why baseball cleats will make more of a cutting impression, little man?” she said. I was just sobbing back at her, trying to get my head around the cruelty I had just experienced.

She lifted her baseball cleat and showed me the bottom of it and the metal cleats. My eyes widened as I saw they were not like round football cleats, but instead were literally thin steel blades or tabs of some kind, about ¾ of an inch long but thin. That is why they hurt so much, all the weight from those nasty women was concentrated on those thin blades.

“Nasty aren’t they, like walking on a set of knife edges, and they cut into and rip anything they stand on like this!” As she said it, she stepped forward and stepped onto the palm of my hand. I had not realised as I lay there that it was exposed until she started slowly applying her weight to it.

I felt the sharp blades cut into and start to crush my poor hand, and looked up as she grinned down at me with her hands on her hips. She then rocked forward to put all her weight onto her toes. There was a crunch and stabbing pain from my index finger as the sharp cleat crushed the bone, and I screamed again. My voice was reverberating off the concrete walls and sounded so loud, but behind my noise I could hear her laughing.

I felt sick I was in so much pain from my feet and now my hand. She lifted her foot, and my poor hand was stuck to the bottom of her cleat, the blades were crushed into my flesh. She stood her other cleat onto my forearm and ripped the cleats out of my poor hand. God, that hurt, but she was not done. My other hand was now palm down on the concrete, trying to hold me up.

The bitch viciously stomped down on it full weight with the heel of her cleats, and smashed bones as the steel crushed and cut its way in. I tried to scream but had no voice left. I rasped as my voice was gone. She then rotated on her heel using her whole body weight, and I felt more crunching as the bone gave way and the cleats ripped their way through my hand.

Still, she was not done and stood on the side of my head, the cleats were unyielding and cut into my head. She was off balance and did not stay there very long.

I rolled over onto my back, and she promptly stepped up onto my chest. I looked up at her through my tears and tried to speak to plead with her to stop. In her tight baseball uniform, she looked magnificent, she had such an athletic figure and fantastic legs. Those legs ended in the diabolical cleats cutting into my chest. I could feel the sharp blades crunching between my ribs as she swung her whole body from side to side. It felt like bone was being chipped and skin was being ripped. It was.

“What the hell are you doing?” a female voice rang out. I was saved!! An older woman walked up to us. The girl standing on my chest greeted her and said, “Just having some fun, Mum!! He was flattened by the marking team and the ladies’ baseball team. They had left cleat marks all over him, so I didn’t want to miss out!!” Her mother laughed and looked down at me with disdain.

She smiled a mean smile and moved her leg towards me and lowered a sharp looking stiletto heel onto my nipple. She then leaned forwards and drove it mercilessly into my poor flesh and started twisting back and forth. I screamed, I had regained my screaming ability and just shrieked. I felt the skin give way as her heel ground in, on God, it was sharp. She pulled it slowly out, and there was a definite “plop” as the heel tip ripped back through the skin.

“Wow mum, that was awesome!!” exclaimed the woman now standing on my groin.

“Come on babe, let’s take this doormat home and have some fun,” said the older woman. I passed out.