Deadly heels at the old stadium 5 min read

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Finally the day Jim had been waiting for. Jim was a bright young boy of 16 every day after school he would go work a the old stadium selling tickets or just helping out. Today was the day of the concert he had been selling tickets for the past two weeks.

Every time a pretty girl would come for tickets he would mark down on a piece a paper who she was and where she would be sitting. Jim loved his job because every time the town had an event he could go below all the people in the stands and when he saw the seats he had marked out as that of a pretty girl he could easily slide his hand up and get her to step on his finger without any fear of getting caught as the girls laughed and stomped on him without ever giving any thought to what they are crushing under their thin spiky heel.

Today was going to be even better, the concert was sold out so they brought in spare seats. They made a small mound of dirt to raise the last row of seats so the people could see without any problems. They had a small piece of wood over a slightly raised mound of dirk as the floor in front of the seats they had put up for the concert.

Jim made a special note, three of the most popular girls in school would be in this row of seats. After school, Jim ran to the stadium and removed the boards in front of the girls’ seats.

He then started digging a hole large enough that he could just squeeze his body into and then put the board back on top covering himself. He laid there waiting in the dark hole for over two hours before he heard the sound of the first people entering the stadium.

It did not take long before he could hear footsteps coming toward him. His heart started to race as the sound got closer and then the boards sunk pinning his body under the wood as the people walked over him. Another few minutes past and more people went over the human floor without a thought. Then he heard the voice of one of the girls that were to be seated over him he could hear her heels clicking as she stepped up onto where she was to be seated. He could feel her body crush him as she shifted on the wood. Then, the other two girls stepped up and the pressure was incredible. His skull was getting smashed into the ground. His nose was being crushed into the wood as the girls laughed and got ready for the concert.

Finally, the girls sat down and the pressure eased off. He could hear the spike heels scrapping the wood and feel the movement of the girls’ feet.

Suddenly the small amount of light. Jim had gone out as the concert was about to start. All at once the girls stood up and started to cheer and bounce on top of the human floor. The sound of the girls’ heels was incredible. The pressure from the three girls over him made it very hard to breathe. The music started and the crowd started to dance in the stands. The three girls started to dance without a care as they slowly started to crush the air out of Jim.

Song after song the girls danced on Jim’s body without mercy or care. Then, to Jim’s horror, the wood that protected him from the sharp heels started to slip as the three girls danced on.

Suddenly a sharp spike heel came down stabbing Jim in the hip as the girls continued dancing on him.

Again the board started to move and he felt the sharp heels stabbing him over and over getting closer and closer to his groin. Finally, the board slid out from under the girls as they stumbled to keep there footing, but to Jim’s horror not one of the girls looked down. As the three girls danced on his body the spike heels tore at his skin with every step. Suddenly Kelly the girl he had been in love with since he was 10 years old shifted on his chest. She brought her platform shoe down hard on his face. The sharp heel ripping the skin on his cheekbone as she danced to the music on his face. Jim tried to move but his arms wear pinned to his sides held tight by the dirt that had collapsed in from the weight of the girls. He tried to scream but the constant pounding of the hard platform shoe on his face and the loud music made it impossible for anyone to hear him.

Jim could feel the heels of the other girls tearing at his clothing. He knew it would not be long before all three girls would be dancing on naked skin. Misty a pretty tall blonde with long legs was dancing on his groin. The pain was unbearable. He could feel his shirt tear away as Tracy a brunette with with a pretty face and a body to die for stomped her heels into his chest and stomach. Jim had always fantasized about these three girls walking all over him without a care but he never thought it would be like this. He could taste the blood running into his mouth as Kelly stomped her heels hard on his lips breaking his teeth without any effort. He could feel his chest bleeding. His penis and his balls felt as if they had been half torn off. Then he felt his pants tear as Misty slipped with her sharp spike heel driving it down into his balls tearing them wide open.

He had his fantasy come true but it was not what he thought it would be. Suddenly Kelly drove her heel down straight into Jim’s eye with her full weight crushing down. Then Jim’s pain ended as the three girls danced the night away on his half-naked body. By the time the concert was over Jim’s body was so covered in dirt and blood. Nobody noticed that he was a person. They all walked over his limp body without a care laughing as they crushed his face under their shoes as they waited to exit the building. The three girls that had taken Jim’s life never found out what they did with there killer heels that night.

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5 thoughts on “Deadly heels at the old stadium 5 min read

  1. The story is perfect, except Jim must have wanted to see Kelly’s nylon white brief panties during his dying moments.

    1. To append, Kelly was the girl he was in love with. During the slow process of her pounding his face face with her hard platform shoes, stomping her heels hard on his lips, breaking his teeth, before she suddenly drove her heel with her full weight and force down into Jim’s eye. The matter of describing her panties are extremely important. Ever since I was about seven years old, going forward, especially through high school, I was aware of the contrast of the gentle softness a girls nylon underwear and the brutal harsh hardness of her sharp heels. Unlike a thong, the gusset of brief style panties, stretch and wrinkle as she is moving. I would imagine a rejected, ignored object under her heels, feeling unbearable pain, while seeing the soft silky fabric move agains her. Watching the movement of Kelly’s panties, would be Jim’s final fleeting pleasure, as Kelly and the other two girls pounded the life from his body, while dancing the night away. Jim was nothing and remained to the end as nothing, under their dancing stomping heels.

      Your narrative is the best I’ve read of any pertaining to trample fetish and would trust you would find this detail well worth considering, given the added imagery.

      Placing an old smartphone in a similar setting, I believe would really add life to this narrative.

      1. This, as most of the stories published here, has been written a long time ago by a person unknown to me. So, I would not want to add anything to the original. But, I will leave it here in comments. Thank you for your effort.

  2. Ever since I was about seven years old, going forward, especially through high school, I was aware of the contrast of the gentle softness a girls nylon underwear and the brutal harsh hardness of her sharp heels. Unlike a thong, the gusset of brief style panties, stretch and wrinkle as she is moving. I would imagine a rejected, ignored object under her heels, feeling unbearable pain, while seeing the soft silky fabric move agains her, as my face is cradled and comforted by her.

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