written by Groundview
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums
Crystal and Rebecca are still standing motionless on me, as I struggle to maintain breath in my lungs. Both of Crystal’s hiking boots are still mashing into my swollen face.
Her boot treads have sunk into my skin, as the leaves and twigs, she stands on, don’t offer any resistance to her solid weight. I’m dimming out, even though my broken jaw sends waves of pain, that would keep anyone else awake. The unknown woman who’s been standing on my legs has her sharp heel’s doing a nice job of cutting off the circulation in my thigh muscles.
Most of the women commuters in this narrow area now look down the street to see the approaching “M1″ bus. Its arrival this morning is latter than usual, but soon I’ll be able to crawl away from this spot and get myself rescued by some passing jogger or park walker.
I think a nice six-month stay in a hospital will put some meat back on my bones. I’m sure to miss the colder days of winter, but I have a good excuse now, and they won’t turn me away with this list of injures. I’ll just have to survive the next ten minutes and I’ll be home free!
The long awaited “M1” rolls up to the bus stop, hissing and clanking, as all the well dressed ladies line up by it’s front doors.
“I don’t think anyone can get on, it’s already pretty well packed” –Rebecca says as she starts to get off of me.
Crystal peels her boot’s tread from my face, stepping down off me she then lifts her other foot forward with it’s mate on the ground. The two heavy teenage girls, come off of me, as I start to get air back in my lungs.
My skin, gets a refreshing cold draft, as raw scraped flesh is exposed once more to autumn air. I can now turn my punched-in face slowly back to the curb, to finally see what’s going on.
“Everyones lined up alright, but no ones getting on the bus!” — Crystal talking to Rebecca
The bus then lets go of a big blast of compressed air, and then it’s engine sputters off. “Oh what’s going on?” — Rebecca
Then it happens, the front and rear doors open up, and all the passenger from the overcrowded bus pile out.
There all teenage girls from… I can see them now, from a Catholic school. Uniformed jackets, plaid skirts, penny loafers, and brown heeled shoes. At any other time this would be a blessing, but now while I’m just trying to clung to life, I’m going to get trampled worse than before. I’m now going to be mashed into the park land.
“I’ll never get to school now!” Crystal says as she grinds her foot on the ground.
Rebecca is also quickly looking for a safe place to stand, since this area is going to get wall deep with people very soon.
Too late… the wave of girls from the bus floods in the little area between the curb and the four foot wall of the park. The woman that was standing on my legs is forced to move up my body. She’s moving up me slowly, stepping first on my back, one heel then grinds into my ear as the sole of her scalloped sling back shoe slips off my head, grabbing at my hair, as she falls off of my head. Ahhhh. Her other foot land’s with a stomp down on the ground missing my nose, but not by much.
Then almost immediately I feel one foot, then one stomp. Then two jabs in the small of my back, then two stomps on my legs. Three weighty legs come at me in different directions. Someone kicks hard against my ribs. I feel a leg slam against my side as a girls almost adult sized heel pinches my stomach skin against the ground, as she stumbles to stand on me with her other leg. Oaf. I’m squished again.
Their must be four or five girls who bouncing around on top of me now. No no no they just don’t stand still, their constantly shuffling their feet around. Chattering about this impromptu vacation their getting.
“Oh Sister Mary Ellen, she’s going to be so pissed that where late.” One of the girls chuckles
“Too bad. I hope we get there by eleven, I’ll miss the math test.” – Another girls say’s bouncing on my legs.
— My legs are all gooey now.
“I’m getting compacted into the ground again, these girls are not light at all”
A cute penny loafer shoe slam’s into my dead left hand. It’s hard sole and unforgiving heel, remains now motionless on my already bloodied fingers. Then the girls other shoe backs up slams against my open mouth. Her worn leather heel is just resting against my inside lips. I’m now in agony and ecstasy again.
I smell this girl’s clean white socks, a laundry fresh scent mixed in with her sweet perfume. I’m once again looking at someone’s shoe nailed against me, as the foot’s owner knows nothing about what it’s wedged up against.
Three pairs on legs, with knee high socks slowly pass in front this new girl. They then have company as four more legs, appear just above the rim of the leaf hole. I try to see past this girl’s foot looking straight across the ground to see what other footwear is in store for me. The earth and leaves are so well matted down by now, I can’t see a thing.
I fear now that the same will happen to me, as there are way too many people here.
Slowly I feel more weight land on me, someone’s standing only on their heels on my mangled, dislocated shoulder. Up and down, they stand. Two sharp points of pain for a few seconds followed by a hard downward slap, then a massive area of pressure. Then back up for more.
Then suddenly Brenda steps up on me from the park. — She’s the cute jogger from before, with Cynthia and Cortney.
“What’s going on here” — Brenda asks one of the uniformed school girls.
“The bus had a breakdown, and we are waiting for the “R7” to take us the rest of the way.” – the girl answers Brenda.
Brenda then presses her black colored sneaker sole down on the other side of my hidden neck. Her sneaker is half on my neck and half off. I smell her old sneakers sharp rubber scent. Her workout sneakers still have some good tread left.
Brenda then kneels, down putting her knee on the ground over my face. Her bony knee digs in my broken jaw, like I’m having root canal work done on me, and just casually ties her sneak’s laces.
To have an exciting, robust looking woman, resting her foot on my neck. While an army of high school students, young adults, crush me unknowing under foot into a wet puddle.
At least I’ll go out happy.