written by Groundview
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums
Rebecca, the high school student, is wearing frayed dirty black, flat-heeled boots. Her leather boots’ scent is very strong, the smell makes me so hot.
But then suddenly Rebecca turns to her side and then steps back with one foot and lands her boot partly against the side of my face. Crystal then moves closer to Rebecca to stand completely on my right side’s hidden arm with both her nasty treaded hiking boots.
“I waited for you at my house, where were you, I can’t be late again!!” – Crystal yelled at Rebecca!
Crystal’s once warm feeling soles now send a sledgehammer of pain into my hand at the bottom of her thick legs forceful stomp.
Rebecca then backs up some little to avoid Crystal’s violent motions.
She then lifts her boot that’s pressing down on the side of my face and jumps back with both feet to land on my head! Another bolt of lightning sears through my skull!
Her solid body is smashing her boot soles into the side of my face. I feel a snap in my mouth, as the most terrible pain is felt there. I think my jaw is fractured now!
Rebecca’s worn boot bottoms feel like sandpaper, as her ruff soles, re-twist constantly on me for balance. My mouth is in agony, as I twitch in spasms of madding dental pain.
I try to smell the bottom of her old boots, as the exposed nail-studded heels, grind into my face. — I still try and enjoy the moment.
They have the smell of stale musty cigarettes fresh leaf rot.
“Remember you told me to meet you at the bus stop since your car was not running!” — Rebecca yells at Crystal.
As she speaks, Rebecca then re-steps her foot and grinds one of her heels more firmly into my face, to emphasize her point.
My vision is now pinched shut! Her heel’s exposed little nails cut into my scalp, as her two pointy soft toes curve down on my face.
I smell her grungy boot bottoms, smashing wonderfully against my cheeks and ear.
Waves of pain roll over me, as my jaw compacts under her weight.
“My car’s running, It’s my dad’s car that’s in the shop!
“He took mine again.” – Crystal more calmly speaks to Rebecca.
Crystal then feeling the tensions ease a bit, stands only on the edges of her turned outward hiking boots. Both edges of her hiking boot soles are now spreading the skin of my hand in two directions at once.
“So why didn’t you call me, I was waiting for you.”
— Rebecca says grinding her foot in my face again, as she’s annoyed by Crystal’s lack of concern. — Oh stop stop stop I say to myself.
“I did call,” — Crystal stamp’s her foot down on my now swollen hand once more!
— But you didn’t answer!
“I was outside waiting for you! — Rebecca digs at the ground with the heel of her boot. (my ear is under her foot)
I’m starting to lose consciousness again. Another flash of pain.
“I have that zero period class, I can’t be late for It” – Rebecca
The “R7 bus pulls up to the curb, behind me I hear the people talking and laughing about the start of the day. I can’t turn my head to see them, since Rebecca is still standing fully on the right on the side of my face, with Crystal mashing my hand to the ground.
My day has begun, with a crushed body that probably only the Coroner will find.
The R7 bus pulls away from the curb, in a cloud of diesel smoke, which leaves everyone now waiting for the main, city center bus to arrive. “Mid Town #1” — The “M1”
It’s usually very crowded by the time it gets here. So the women now start jockeying for a position on the line. The women now bunch up.
There are about twenty people more still here. I hear my girlfriends talking in the background. (Cortney & Maria)
Rebecca’s boot heels make my face numb. Her constant stationary standing on me is sending searing pain from her crushing 110lbs of weight on my head and jaw.
Someone’s heel stomps down on the back of my shin bone and then digs a heel into my calf muscles. It then balances itself between my busted leg and the small of my back.
This full-weight person just stays there. Then a new sharp pain pinches against my ribs and then slams down on my back.
“Excuse me, let me get through” — I can’t see what that was.
I’m being ground underfoot with no knowledge of who’s doing what to me. Just like a sidewalk.
I hear the crowd of women now talking louder as they move closer in my direction.
I hear heels grating on the narrow sidewalk. Rebecca then turns to face the approaching pack of commuters, she turns her back on Crystal, twisting her feet on my now swollen face.
Her nasty little exposed nails, of her boot heel, pull at my skin, twisting my skin into a tight white bunch. My face is wet now. I don’t think it’s just sweat.
Then she moves her two feet to thud down back on my neck…
Crystal finally steps forward sliding her shoe along the ground.
She then kicks me in the face. My head snap’s backward as my lips get between my teeth and the front of her shoe.
“Oh… I tripped on that stupid rock.” — As Crystal stumbles
against my face, with her other foot. Smack. In the face, again by her other lug-soled boot. My jaw tells me about it again.. big time. If I had any secrets — I’d tell them all now.
My nose is bloodied this time.
“The ground is a little uneven but you should stand here”
— Rebecca points to a spot closer to her. (My neck and face are under that spot).
“This area is filled in with just the leaves from the park.” – Rebecca
“When are they going to fill in that drainage ditch. – Crystal, then joins Rebecca as they both now stand on my crushed body.
Rebecca has her solid weight on my sore back and dislocated shoulder while Crystal’s nasty treaded hiking boots land side by side down into my sideway turned face and jaw.
I try to moan in silence, as I grasp at the inert dirt to keep my nose above it for breath.
I think I lost a tooth from that last kick. I’m nauseous again, I can’t get any breath in my lungs. They all are crushing the guts out of me. I sob into the dirt, shaking in pain.
“Probably next year, when it’s election time they’ll fill the ditch in” – Crystal answered again.
Both girls quietly stand on me, their weight grows increasingly heavier, as I lose my fight to support them with a meager about of air in my lungs.
The air that I struggle to suck in smell’s of their bubble gum perfume while I’m ground up under their earthy smelling boots.