written by Groundview
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums
“One Two Three Jump… They both come down on me at once!
I hear a sound like a TV test tone. Time slides forward very slowly. I can hear my heart beating.
“One Two Three Jump… I taste my guts. My back cracks again with another flash.
My hand is stung with a heel but I don’t feel a thing…
“One two three Jump. …”
I just stare at a twig in front of my face. The ground tilts sideways while I taste bile and blood in my mouth. There is a flash of bright light again, then everything dims out.
When I start to see again Cortney is standing next to my face with her black shinny boot toe pressed against the bridge of my nose.
Cortney then steps forward with her other foot on my head to ask Maria a question.
The left side of my body just flops and twitches uncontrollably now.
My fingers are missing a few nails, they’re swollen, blackened with blood and dirt and I think my arm is finally broken. My shoulder … I can’t feel the thing, let alone move my arm.
Maria is standing on my legs while Cathy has both of her flat heel boots crushing across my back. I just can’t seem to get any air into my lungs.
I have a splitting headache, Cortney’s boot heel is almost in my eye, the heel is resting on the side of my nose. If she moves her foot now, I’ll be blinded for life.
My face is pushed partially into the earth a the rim of the leaf-covered ditch.
“You’re sure you heard someone moan” Asks Cortney to Maria.
“Well, it did sound like it. There were several low moans, pretty scary. It came from around here but all ladies are talking so much we couldn’t tell.”
Besides, that was about 10 minutes ago, and we haven’t heard anything since!
“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it. If there was someone sick around here, you would have seen them by now.”
Cortney re-steps her foot that’s parked on my head. “What I’m I stepping ON?”
“That’s the paint can” This area is so full of crap, it’s a wonder no one gets hurt here. Cathy tells Cortney.
“So why are you guys sweating so much?” Maria then smiles at Cathy, then she speaks to Cortney.
“Oh nothing much, just early morning jumping jacks.”
“You should try it, It really gets the blood flowing before you are stuck in your office all day. We found that tree root again, and really bounced on it to pieces, but it’s still there.
“Do you want to try it? Maria asked Cortney.
“As I told you before, I don’t want to get messed up.
Cathy smiles and says “But there’s always casual Friday.”
Cortney steps forward again, and now with her other boots hard sole, crinkles solidly on my broken fingers. Her heel is then lifted from my hand and joins its mate on top of my head, as I sink further into the dirt.
Her boot heels now spear my scalp through the leaves, as she steps off my head and stands by my left side facing her friends.
The smell of all these women’s fruity sensual perfume, their feet digging into my back is pure joy. They are walking on me and mashing down on my back and twisting their feet on my body is sweet.
The women’s scents. The women’s leather aroma of their worn shoes is erotic, the mixture of the crowd’s many fragrances.
The perfume that they are wearing. The smell of them in the early morning with fresh shampoo, fine leather coats, burnt cigarette smoke, shiny black heels, their hair spray, fur, and woolen coats.
Then as luck would have it, I feel a new unfamiliar pressure on the side of my only working hand, it is strong and has a flat crushing feel.
It’s a young female high school student. A brunet teenage girl. One of the girls calls to her from down the street, Crystal!
I can’t see her girlfriend now, but I hope she’s wearing some mean-looking footwear. My thoughts are now focused on Crystal. She now steps with her shoe much firmer on top of a few of my right hand’s extended fingers.
I turn my head to slowly see what type of shoe she’s wearing.
I look closely at her blue jean-covered leg and then down to her shoe top. I am careful not to move any of my leaf covers lose. I then move my head slightly closer to a leaf opening. I then see that Crystal is wearing black suede, deep tread lug hiking shoes.
These shoes have real thick rubber soles!
They look so cute with their yellow and black plaid colored laces. The full weight of her slender body is positioned wonderfully on me. Crystal then moves her inch-thick heel to stand firmly right on my wrist. There is a strong firm clenching pain.
Maria who’s still standing on my legs, drills her high heel, into my thigh muscles, and twists her foot to get off of me. Cathy then steps off my back, I can now get some air into my crushed lings. Cortney then follows them back to the curb, as the area keeps getting more crowded with other commuters.
Crystal, the High School student, then shifted her hips. She then moves her body so that her leg is forcing more of her heel to be resting against my wrist.
I’m in exultation since I see her stern hiking shoe wiggling, as its mistress is forcing her sole’s bottom still to compact even harder on my hand with her young strong body weight.
Suddenly Crystal makes her foot turned sideways along the side axis of her shoe. She stands on my hand with her shoe’s side edge acting as a rubberized knife blade.
A few long moments pass, then just as suddenly, she puts her foot flat against my skin releasing the blood flowing back to my hand. I’m in bliss because I see my hand still flattened under her white, cute stockinged, strong female legs and ankles.
This new girl seems to be very fidgety. One of Crystal’s girlfriends then walks quickly by and stands close to Crystal and in doing so, her flat-heeled biker boot, lots of leather fringes, zips past my face. She too almost steps on me.