A Quiet Movie Night – Part 3 5 min read

— Part Three —

My magnificent tormenter stepped down off me and jumped on her bed. She looked excited as she threw off her horrible football boots with the nasty metal studs. I was glad to see them go until my mind wandered to what was next. Kimberly was now giggling and playing with her feet, but I could not see what was giving her such glee.

She swung her lovely legs over the edge of the bed and dangled her new footwear in front of my face. I was having trouble seeing her new weapons due to the pain, tears, and blurred vision in one eye. What I could see were very bright red, orange and yellow soccer boots with crazy looking plastic cleats. I could not quite make them out, but they looked nasty.

Without a word, she stood and climbed onto my chest, the cleats gripped on harshly. These hurt much more than the last boots. She started stomping and twisting the cleats in, ripping my flesh to bits. I was screaming again, but nothing got through the gag. I was gasping for breath as she started jumping on my stomach, groin, and thighs. My god, this girl had energy, and she was using it to destroy me.

She landed with both heels over my nipples, well, one nipple and the hole where the other one used to be. She then twisted with all her weight on the heels of the cleats. It felt like she was ripping all the skin off my chest. I could feel the skin pulled, bunch up, then give way with a tearing feeling. I was gasping for breath and screaming into the gag. I was now getting dizzy through hyperventilating.

She lifted her feet and squealed a girlish squeal, she tried to show me, but I could not see clearly.

“Glad I put the plastic down, look at all this blood!! These things really rip up little boys!!” she said so sweetly. She dangled her boot over my face and put pressure on my nose. The cleats were very sharp. She tapped the side of my head, then pushed it over so my head was sideways, then stood with all her weight. I was struggling and screaming as the cleats cut into me. Everything she did caused me more and more pain, where was this going to end?

She sighed and climbed onto the bed. I think she was getting bored!! Her smile was waning, and she looked bored. She quickly changed to some more cleats, but I still could not make them out as she calmly stood on my chest and started stomping. The flash of metal was scary enough, but the pain from these new torture devices was sharp and hard. I looked at her with what must have been a quizzical expression. She stopped and looked surprised. “Oh silly me, pardon me, but can I introduce you to my American baseball cleats? Aren’t they nasty? It’s like walking on a set of sharp blades, but how does it feel to you, my sweet?” she cooed at me. “Oh silly me again, you can’t talk. Never mind, you can tell me later”. Then she pressed the blades on her boots into my forehead with the expected flood of pain. Then she bounced up and down, and I heard a crack and felt a new pinnacle of pain.

I felt very weird as she quickly jumped off me. A whole range of feelings coursed through me, aside from the blinding pain, nausea, dizziness, and overwhelming weakness. I was not well and was really scared. I could hear Kimberly talking to me, and feel the warmth of her hand on my cheek, that was nice. Silly girl, I could not talk, I had a ball gag in my mouth. Actually, no, I didn’t, I don’t remember her removing that. I realised she had untied me, I didn’t remember that happening either. Had I passed out? I tried to move, and the pain from my body was overwhelming. I whimpered weakly, and she stroked my cheek with her lovely hand.

Over quite a few minutes, consciousness returned, but the weakness remained. Kimberly was so sweet and gentle, taking care of me. At some point she lifted me onto her bed, the movement was agony, but her strength was impressive. She was very strong and fit for someone her size. I realised that she had been putting cream and plasters on my wounds and cleaning me up. I was feeling much better but still shocked.

I was still naked, and as this wonderful woman was close to me I developed another erection. She felt it, and looked at me with a smile. She reached down the side of the bed and pulled up a small whip, a whip!! “Naughty little dicky” she said and smirked. My dick erupted into pain as she whipped it hard and fast 7-8 times with the short, wicked whip. It deflated with the pain. And she stroked it, which started the hardening again. Another few wacks with the whip fixed that. I was trying to rasp out a scream and failing. My voice was gone, and my throat was raw. I was quietly sobbing as she pulled my head into her breasts and cuddled me.

I was getting emotional whiplash from this girl as exhaustion set in and I drifted off to a restless sleep.