Basket Goddess 4 min read

After the party where I received the first decent trample of my life, I started to hang out after school in the local neighborhood playing basket ball. This led to the discovery that there were many girls of my age (16 at that time) living in the area. And within a short span of time I began playing basket with them, and generally got to know them better.

Through the girls I learned that I was pretty much the only guy their age living in the neighborhood, and as it turned most of these girls(there were 5 girls who lived there, but occasionally they had visiting friends..) had a mean streak.   I discovered this fact playing a special basket game called Basket Goddess with them.

Basket Goddess was a game the girls had invented where you had to make 3 hoops and then smash the ball against the backboard, and then the next in line would have to catch the ball, failing that,- you lost.  And losing had a special price, it meant that you had get on your knees in front of the winner and proclaim her to be the supreme basket goddess of the universe. Anyway, when does the trample start? Well after losing for the umpteenth time, I decided that instead of going to my knees I laid down on the ground flat on my back. And the winner(Jeanie, light blond hair, 50 kg, converse sneakers) got pissed and walked over to me and told me to say the line.

For some reason I found myself not wanting to do that, and sure enough, Jeanie got impatient and started to prod me with her foot, and when that didn´t work she put her foot fully on my chest, and me still not saying anything, she finally stepped fully onto my chest with both feet, and glanced imperiously down at me and commanded me to say the line, but I was enjoying this to much to do any such thing.  But this only made Jeanie madder, so keeping her balance on my chest with foot, she put her other converse sneaker heavily on my face.And not wanting to push my luck I finally uttered the line. But from now on, the game Basket Goddess had gotten a new rule, every time one of the girls lost (practically never) they would get on their knees and say the line, however when I lost, I had to lie on my back and the winning girl would stand on my chest (both feet) while I said the line, and if I was to slow, they got to step on my face.

This sounds almost to good to be true but it didn´t end there, the two meanest of the girls (Sandy, brunette 55 kg, flat soled knee-high boots and Mia, dark-blond 52 kg sneakers or sandals) apparently really enjoyed abusing me. With these two I usually only played one game of basket goddess (which I lost of course) and the abuse would begin…

Mia once decided she wanted to exercise my stomach muscles, so she would jump up and down on it while making me count out loud to a hundred, another time she said it was boring only to stand on my chest or stomach, so she asked me if standing on my head would hurt, to which I naturally said no, so without further ado Mia put both of her flat soled sandals on my face, and with one supporting hand on a nearby lamp post she stood with her 52 kg on my face for about 30 seconds.

Sandy however was less mobile she would usually stand or sit on my chest or stomach for prolonged periods of time. But the best was when the two girls were together, at one time Sandy stood on my chest while Mia was jumping on my stomach, that was quite intense.Other times when I lost, I had to be their human furniture and they would sit on me while playing cards or just talking, and they occasionally used me as a human horse.

So if you are into this, and I guess you are if you are still reading this, you will agree that my mid-teen years were pretty near picture-perfect. I got trampled after school and even occasionally during school parties (see Scandinavian trample).