Tag: Broken bone

A collection of stories involving broken bone as a consequence of trampling or other activity. Most of the times this tag is added to stories describing a heavily trampled hand, where a finger got broken. Or a carelessly trampled chest where a rib got broken. But, there are also other examples.

From other tags, for a specific story, you can assume what is the type of a specific story.

Contract Killer 4 (41)

The author wrote a violent fantasy about the end of the life of one burglar.

written by Neckstand
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Jimmy was desperate for money. It had only been two weeks since he’d been let out of prison and work was hard to come by for a convicted murderer and drug addict. At 6’5″ 240, Jimmy had started bouncing at a strip club but the paycheck wasn’t enough. An old contact of Jimmy’s offered him a job as a contract killer. It was Jimmy’s first assignment, an easy mark, 62 yr old Lucy Goldman. Lucy’s husband wanted her dead collecting on a large insurance policy he had taken out for her. Jimmy went to Lucy’s house that afternoon, it was supposed to look like a burglary. An unlocked sliding glass door allowed Jimmy to slip into the house and discover no one was home. Several hours had passed when the lock on the front door turned and Jimmy ran into a living room closet. Looking through the slats in the door he could see the entire room. Jimmy planned on hiding out, carrying out the hit, and leaving under the cover of darkness. A woman walked into the room and removed her sandals, it was Lucy. Jimmy couldn’t believe this decent-looking lady with gorgeous feet was 62 yrs old, as he had always had a foot fetish he quickly focused on those bare feet walking around the house. Continue reading “Contract Killer 4 (41)“

Impaled Part 2 4.1 (8)

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series Imapled

The second part of the story about the woman that loves stepping on hands.

written by scotdenell
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

It had been three weeks now, and Cyndi had not even given the K-Mart incident a second thought until one morning she stopped at the local Mickey-D’s for a cup of coffee. As Cyndi opened the door of the restaurant and entered, her well-worn heels began to beat a sinisterly melodious melody on the tile floor as she made her way to the order counter. Now only a few feet from the counter, Cyndi noticed a young man with his left hand in a cast and immediately recognized “Film Counter Jim,” the K-Mart employee. Continue reading “Impaled Part 2 4.1 (8)“

Impaled Part 1 4.3 (19)

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Imapled

A story about a woman who loves to step on men’s hands.

written by scotdenell
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Cyndi slowly opened her eyes at the sound of the soft classical music coming from the clock radio after a delightful night’s slumber. “WOW!” she thought as she slowly gained all of her senses. Had she really spent seven hours chatting with her new “Foot Pets” on the WWW, yesterday?

From an early age, Cyndi knew she was different, from the time she accidentally crushed an errant and unsuspecting newt under the lethal spike heel of her mother’s 4 1/2-inch strappy sandal while dancing on her back porch, she began hunting victims for her pleasure. Now, with the new website, there would be a never-ending plethora of men fighting to be first to taste the sting of her BZs (you know the hollow heel that causes maximum damage and maximum pain). “Why fight it she thought!” There was plenty of pain in her heels for any and all men. Continue reading “Impaled Part 1 4.3 (19)“

The Scarecrow 4.7 (21)

The author fantasizes about taking a place of an old scarecrow lying in a yard.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It started out as a complaint. I have been finding cigarette butts in my garden for the last few weeks, since school started. I live in a college town next to a 5-bedroom house that is rented out to students regularly. I was out there one day and heard some girls talking on the other side of my fence, and then a cigarette butt came flying over the fence. I immediately went next door to confront them. I knocked on the door and a pretty young blond answered the door. It was fall time so she was dressed in jeans, Uggs, and a sweatshirt. I confronted her about the cigarette and she said it must be one of her roomies. She led me through the house to the backyard. I saw 2 girl’s near the fence, though they seemed tall for an 8-foot-tall fence. I looked down and noticed them standing on top of a scarecrow, which was on top of some logs or something. Continue reading “The Scarecrow 4.7 (21)“

Celeste Part 3 4.3 (6)

This entry is part 3 of 9 in the series Celeste

The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

I slept fitfully beneath the floorboards. It was comfortable enough. I felt oddly at home. I won’t try to describe how I felt. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. To see Celeste, the love of my life, do that, and do it so casually, and to hear her talking like that about another man… I just don’t have the words for that. I expected her to come home in the early hours of the morning. I felt sure that she would apologize, tell me that she knew she’d gone too far. Time passed. I remember waking up at one point and noticing that it was daylight and that she still wasn’t home. Maybe she’d crashed on the sofa at Jane’s. I dozed off again. Continue reading “Celeste Part 3 4.3 (6)“

Violin Virtuoso 3.9 (22)

This is a story about a man who had fully committed himself to one dominant woman, special to him.

written by Chaosmonkey
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

I remember like it was yesterday opening that case, slowly lifting the lid, running my fingers along the velvet interior, not even daring to touch the smooth hardwood of the violin itself. It was days before I had the courage to actually touch it, weeks before I finally lifted out from the case and held it aloft. I was in awe, more than that, I was scared by it, by what it meant to me, of the memories. It was so much a part of my grandfather, so much a part of my childhood. All those years staring up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his fingers dancing along its neck. They say he was the best of his generation, a true virtuoso. The music flowed from him, flowed directly into my soul, not so much sound as pure emotion. I could feel it reverberate through every cell of my body, it wasn’t something external, it somehow seemed to come from within me. Every note, every pause, every moment took me into an ever more dreamlike state. It was my religious ecstasy, my paradise. I felt so close to him, connected by the pure emotion of his music. When he played the world simply melted away, it stopped to listen, sat in rapture until he was finished, until he shut that magical violin back in its case and the spell was broken. Continue reading “Violin Virtuoso 3.9 (22)“

Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)

The author wrote a story about an intended rape victim who turned the power play against her attacker crippling him in the process

written by John Blaze
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

It was an incredibly hot summer. One of the hottest on record. It was bad enough that Suzanne had to leave the office late each day that week, but this night was especially frustrating. The legal meeting on the pending merger was intense and tonight’s dinner meeting uptown didn’t end with any final understanding of a path forward. The taxi strike was just the icing on the cake. As Suzanne sat down in the subway car, she was all but exhausted.
Her long red hair sat on her shoulders, damp with sweat. The heat on the subway seemed even more unbearable than the heat outside. Suzanne looked around the empty subway car. She glanced ahead through the door at the far end of the car and noticed the next car was empty too. Honestly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole train was empty. Alone on a subway after midnight… “Not too smart,” she thought. The good thing was that this was the express train. There were two stops and then a long 20-minute ride with no stops that would drop her at the downtown station right next to the police station. Heck, maybe she could even get some sleep along the way.

At that moment, the train made one of the only two local stops. A middle-aged man slowly stepped onto the train. He had a buzz cut and some grey stubble for a beard. He wore some loose grey sweat pants and a white T-shirt. As the door closed he walked slowly down the center aisle towards Suzanne. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Something seemed …off. Continue reading “Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)“

Personal Injury Suit 4.5 (25)

A well-known author wrote a short story about a brutal trampling that left the victim injured for life

written by paragon
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Lee needed to see his attorney about the car wreck he was involved in. He had been hurt, though not seriously, and wanted some advice on whether or not he could sue for any damages. He called his attorney’s office and made an appointment for the following Tuesday at 10:00 am.

Lee pulled up to the office and got out of the rental he was using while his car was repaired. He pulled the cane he was using from the passenger seat and hobbled into the office. When he stepped up to the receptionist and gave his information she told him that his attorney was tied up in court this morning and would be unable to see him. Lee sighed in disgust since he had taken time off work to be here. Just as he was turning to leave he heard a voice behind him. “Are you Lee Jackson?” The soft sexy voice said. Continue reading “Personal Injury Suit 4.5 (25)“

School Day Stomping 4 (10)

The author wrote a fantasy about trampling by two of his female schoolmates while discovering that he liked it

written by wormee
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Part 1

I was still in high school at the time, but this happened on a Saturday when the school was closed. I was on my way to the store and decided to take a shortcut through the schoolyard. There was a parking lot in the back, hidden from view from the street, and through it, I walked. When I entered the lot I saw two figures sitting on the school steps. As I got closer I saw that they were two girls that I knew from class, Suzanne, a shapely blonde, and Leah, a gorgeous redhead with whom I was madly in love. But alas, she did not return my affections. I would even go so far as to say that she despised me. Both wore skintight jeans and blouses, Leah’s a white, and Suzanne’s a red one. Leah was trying on a pair of red stilettos, which I gathered Suzanne was lending her. I remember her wearing them before. Suzanne had on a pair of black boots, ankle-high with high stacked heels. Continue reading “School Day Stomping 4 (10)“

The Spurs 4.8 (6)

The author wrote an excellent story about two dominant, but kind and caring women from the perspective of a man who fell prey to them. It is at moments brutal, but excellently written story.

written by Heelcushion
 original source of the story was Fetlife

Part 1

It started when I offered to drive our receptionist Yvette out to see her horse on Saturday. Her car was in the garage and she was trying to sell her horse before going overseas. She asked if I could pick up the girl she was going to sell the horse to along the way, which of course I agreed to. I would agree to anything with her, she was so cute, and I was desperate to impress her. In my own shy, loser way I had a huge crush on her, I don’t think she had any idea until that day.

When I picked her up, she was dressed in figure-hugging jodhpurs that looked just amazing on her tight body, she was petite and attractive. I was hoping she would wear boots, but she just had sneakers on. She had a light shirt unbuttoned at the front and a short jacket that didn’t even come down to the top of her jodhpurs.

Struggling with how good she looked, I packed the two big bags she had with her and drove us over to pick up the other girl. This girl was standing out front of her place, also petite and attractive, and was dressed practically identical to my crush. She had a pretty big bag of gear with her and I helped her load it in the bag, getting a high voltage smile in return. My head was pounding, this could be quite a day … I had no idea. Continue reading “The Spurs 4.8 (6)“