The Sentence 13 min read

Part 1

Dave could not believe what he was hearing. He was in court and had been found guilty of “Crimes against women”, a blanket charge that covered many things since the all female government had come into power. The judge asked if he had anything to say before she passed sentence. Dave could not answer her as he was struggling to take in his predicament, from being arrested to summary trial had only been a four hour period.

“Very well. Although your crimes are not as heinous as they may have been, this regime must be seen to start as it means to continue, and exercise zero tolerance……” Dave’s blood pressure started to rise, and he felt himself panicking. “Therefore you are to be taken from this place and held overnight in our cells. Tomorrow morning you are to be taken to the largest department store in the city centre. There you will wear a T shirt listing your crimes.” OK, Dave thought, not too bad then, but the judge had not finished. “When you are suitably attired, you are to be tied down, facing upward in a spread eagle position, so that all entering the store may see what you have done, and exercise punishment themselves. If you survive, you may go free at the end of the working day.” Dave was too stunned to say anything. All he had done was to comment on a colleague’s figure and pat her behind. Now he was going to really suffer for it!

He was led to the cells by two police women, who wore black tunics, skirts and riding boots. He thought how attractive they were but decided that giving voice to such thoughts had landed him in enough trouble as it was. He spent a sleepless night in the cell, wondering what exactly would happen in the morning …

Part 2

Morning came far sooner than Dave would have liked. At 6 AM the same guards from the previous day entered his cell. Threw a T shirt at him and simply said, “Put this on.” He looked at the shirt and wanted to vomit. It was a white shirt with black lettering saying “WELCOME. I GROPE WOMEN.” Dave sagged as the enormity of his situation sank in. He was going to be lying prone on the floor of a store entrance wearing that. What chance did he have? Then one of the guards crushed any glimmer of hope he may have had, saying: “You do realise today is the first day of the January sales, don’t you?” Smiling at him. Dave panicked and bolted for the door, but before he made it he found himself flat on his back, with one of the guards’ riding boots pinning his chest. She said, “Get used to how this feels, as I think it’s gonna happen a lot to you today. Now get that shirt on, and we can get going. Time is short!”

Dave was half dragged, half stumbled to the waiting car, but he had regained some composure and was determined not to let his captors see how scared he was. The drive from the courthouse cells to the store was about 20 minutes, and Dave wondered if he would ever see the sights he was seeing again.

On arrival at the store, the manager greeted the guards, asking if this was the first of the welcome mat experiments, to which the guards nodded. “OK, she said, you know what you’re doing, I’ll leave you to it.” The time was 8 AM, 30 minutes to opening time. Dave had no fight left in him now and submitted meekly to the tying procedure. He was led so his legs were apart, facing the door, and his arms were held straight out. He asked for a blindfold. One of the guards stepped on his face, saying, “Can you see anything now? Well, you won’t be needing a blindfold then, will you?” Laughing, she took her boot off his face, and the guards left Dave to his fate.

Part 3.

About 5 minutes after the guards left, the shop floor staff arrived. It was cold outside and most of these women were wearing flat boots, with a couple in heels. As the staff came in, about 15 in total, the shop floor supervisor noticed Dave and read his T shirt. “So, you like the feel of a woman, do you?” As the supervisor, she had authority over the staff and quietly spoke with them. All 15 lined up behind their boss. “If you like the feel of a woman, see if you enjoy this!” At that, in a line, they all walked on him, so that at any one point there was someone stepping on his face, chest, stomach, groin and legs. As the last shop assistant wiped her boots on his face, she said, “If you couldn’t handle that, you’re in trouble. There’s a queue right round the block waiting for us to open. At least 500 people, I’d say, still, you’ve got about 10 minutes to get your breath back!” At that, she blew him a kiss, wiped her boot one last time across his forehead, and went on her way.

Part 4

About 2 minutes before the store was due to open, the manager came up to Dave. She was wearing patent leather pumps with a 3” heel. She stepped onto his face then down his body, twisting her sole on his groin as she stepped off. Dave wanted to double up in pain, but his shackles prevented any movement. The manager opened the door, but before anyone was allowed in, she spoke to the crowd outside.

“As you know, we aim to provide the best customer service to our clientele, ladies. Therefore, courtesy of the new government, we have acquired a special welcome mat for your use today, to acknowledge the fact that you have queued so patiently to come in. Pay close attention to it and use it freely as you will.” Dave wanted to cry. It was bad enough that he was in this position, but to have all those women coming in being pre warned what to expect was reducing any chance he had! The manager came back into the store and walked back up his body. Standing on his chest, she said ”Don’t worry too much. We’d like you to survive this, so that you can advise your friends about the consequences of ill thought actions. However, the crowd outside just wants to get out of the cold, so we’ll wait and see. With that, she stepped off him and went on her way. Moments after, the floor supervisor walked over him to open the doors. She had changed out of her boots and into a pair of penny loafers, which, although soft soled, still hurt, and Dave thought he felt a rib crack as she walked on his torso. At this, the door opened, and the official sentence was about to be carried out……………………….

Part 5

So it began. A horde of women surged into the store. The crush was so great that they didn’t even stop to look at Dave. He had briefly looked up before they reached him, and wished he hadn’t. All he saw was a sea of women advancing quickly towards him with determined expressions on their faces. To them he was a mere obstacle between them and the sale items they had waited so long for.

Basically, Dave had been positioned between the security screens designed to prevent shoplifting, so those entering or leaving would have to go that way. Dave steeled himself as best as he could.

Dave was unable to look up again, as the crowd was pushed forward by those further back in the queue. All he could see was the soles of women’s shoes stepping on his face. He felt the pressure of flat soles, block heels, and the pain of stilettoes as they dug into his prone form. He wanted to turn his head to the side in a vain effort to protect his face, but the speed the crowd moved meant that as one foot left his face another one replaced it. He wanted to cry out to let those crushing him know what they were doing, but he couldn’t draw breath, due to those trampling over his chest. After about 15 minutes, the majority of the queue had entered the store. Dave could not believe he was still alive, but could not move even if it wasn’t for his restraints, as he didn’t think there was much in him that wasn’t broken. At this point, the manager walked by again, and seeing he was alive, said, “Don’t worry, you will get medical attention if you survive to the end of the day.”

Part 6

Dave struggled to cope with the rest of the day. Thankfully, the number of women coming in and out of the store had reduced as the day wore on. That being said, he had taken such a pounding in the first hour that if it had kept up he would have succumbed quite quickly beneath the feet of what would have been his unwitting executioners. The pace increased over lunchtime, and he jut about managed to keep himself conscious, as the unremitting feet trod on him, albeit by now without the same eagerness as before, due to the fact that the T shirt showing his crimes had been walked on by so many dirty shoes, that the women now seemed, to Dave, to only be walking on him because there was no other way into the shop. He looked so pitiful that one or two actually apologised as they stepped on him. This gave him hope.

The clock ticked on, and it soon was 5.30 PM. This meant that he only had half an hour to go. He was racked with pain and was still unable to move, due both to his bonds and to the extreme physical damage he was suffering, but he thought he could hang in there for another 30 minutes. After all, there wasn’t going to be another rush to get to the sale now, was there? Then, he looked up and saw a small crowd of women enter the shop. They were dressed in skirts, blouses and pumps, with heels varying from flat to low blocks, as favoured by air hostesses. Typical office wear, Dave found himself wondering, quite randomly. Then he heard them speak. “There’s the little creep!” and he realised that these were the women who he had worked with barely days ago. His heart sank. “Let’s show him how we feel about men who treat women as objects!” “You’re our object now, Creep! Our little doormat. You like to feel women, so you’re going to feel us alright!!” At this the all proceeded to run up and down his body. By now it didn’t matter whether they were wearing heel os not. Even soft soled ballet pumps caused him almost unbearable pain, and he couldn’t even breathe to scream. Then, as if out of nowhere, he heard a commanding voice say “Stop!” and he thought he was saved. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

As all his former colleagues stepped off him, he looked up. Slowly, his vision cleared, and he looked at the stunning figure stood in the doorway. She was wearing similar attire to those who had just been attempting to crush him, and at the end of her black, tight encased legs she wore a pair of patent leather wedge heeled pumps. His vision had fully cleared now, and he wished that it had not. This was Suzanne, the girl whose complaint had put him here in the first place, and it was obvious that she wasn’t satisfied that he was still breathing. “So, still alive, I see. In a way I am glad. You decided you liked the feel of me against you, so I’m about to take you to the heights of ecstasy! Take a good look at my shoes, worm!” Dave could not take his eyes off them, as much as thinking how elegant and sexy they were, as in abject terror of what they could do to him. “I see you are looking at them. Good. You are about to see them in close up. I hope you like them, because they are the last things you will see and feel. EVER!”

Dave wanted to cry out in terror and beg her for mercy. He never got the chance, as she brought her right foot slamming down into his crotch. She pressed the heel in as far as she could, then dragged her shoe back, so the sole covered his genitals. She then ground her foot mercilessly, mangling what was trapped beneath. She then stepped up, leaving all her weight on her right foot, for what seemed like an eternity. She then brought her left foot down on his stomach with as much force as she could muster. Dave wanted to vomit. Suzanne then trampled up his crushed torso, stopping with both feet on his chest. At this she wiped her shoes on the remains of his T shirt. Her soles scraped his skin and grazed it..”See? Being a doormat is all you are fit for! When I have finished you off, I am going to apply to the authorities for custody of your remains, so I can trample all over you whenever I want!” Dave thought of his body being used as nothing more than a mat for this arrogant woman, and the little strength he had left found him. He struggled and almost unbalanced her. It was a big mistake. “SCUM!!” she shouted, and jumped up and down on his chest, until all his ribs were broken. He lay there beneath her feet, totally spent, and hoping that 6 PM would come soon. “I’ve news for you, worm. I have permission to trample you as long as I see fit, and even though it’s 5:59, it’s not over for you. But don’t worry, I won’t take too long!” She then trod quite heavily on his face as she walked forward. Wedge heels do not allow for obstacles beneath their soles, and Dave’s face was totally crushed. She then walked up and down his body for a good 20 minutes, walking the equivalent of a mile on him. She stopped on his chest again, and extended her shoe over his mouth. “Kiss the sole of my shoe, and I will ensure your pain ends.” Dave recoiled at this, so Suzanne continued to trample him. “Your body will get this daily. Don’t worry, you won’t feel it obviously, but I will see you degraded totally for what you did!” Dave sobbed openly. Suzanne stepped on his mouth again, and Dave could take no more, so he kissed her foot. The last thing he saw was the sole of Suzanne’s wedge heeled pump descending onto his face.