written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
I have always been into finger crushing and trampling. I recently happened to be at a women’s store and notice how crowded the isles were with items to sell. I noticed that the dresses and pants hung all the way to the floor and that there were many extension cords running all over the floor. I watch and notice that the women walked on and stood on the cords and no one even looked down at what they were standing on. I thought to myself that this was the perfect situation for me. I, of course, thought about being caught and had read about dropping your wallet or keys on the ground so I decided to try this.
When I was sure no one was looking, I slipped under a long rack and laid facing the aisle. I notice that the carpet was torn in several places which enabled me to slip my hand under the carpet and await women to come. I picked a very busy location near the pants and shoe departments. I slipped my hand under and almost instantly a lady and her daughter walked up and began looking at the pants on the rack above me. I excitedly waited and then it happened. This 5’8″ nice looking woman stepped squarely on the end of my index finger with the heel of a shoe. She was wearing some kind of boot looking shoe with a lot of cut out grooves on the sole. She stood on the end of my finger and I thought I would die as she shifted her entire weight to that shoe. It was actually cutting into my finger.
I had my other hand under the carpet also and it was about 14-18″ away from my left hand and the woman continued to grind my finger into the concrete below. I was almost in tears but could not move my hand. I heard her call her teenage daughter over to look at the pants and her daughter who appeared to weigh about 115 lbs came over and stepped right on my right-hand thumb. She stood there talking to her mother and was crushing my thumb. There I was with the mother crushing my left-hand index finger and the daughter crushing my right-hand thumb. I was in intense pain and almost decided to scream and take my chances getting caught. The mother and daughter were rocking back and forth on my fingers and I was actually seeing stars!! Then they moved on and my fingers were numb.
In about 45 seconds, another lady walked up and stepped on my middle right-hand finger and just stood there. She was wearing high heels with about a 2″ heel. She stepped off and then all of a sudden she stepped back with her heel and landed squarely on my middle finger. I could see her foot rocking slightly as she was balancing herself to keep the heel on the lump in the carpet. She weighed about 130lbs and crushed my finger with no mercy. I could tell she was about to walk off when I heard someone say. “Lynn, how are you? ” I knew I was in for it as she continued to stand on my finger with her heal and rocked back on it from time to time. The other lady stood on my hand, but it was not too bad as she was in a flat bottom shoe. I thought my poor finger was going to mash to nothing and I again was almost in tears. After about 10 minutes she finally walked off.
The next lady came from the shoe department trying out shoes and she had one shoe on and the other foot was barefoot. She walked around and then stepped with the barefoot on the middle finger of my left hand. I had folded the finger under my hand thinking that it would increase the excitement if anyone happen to step on it. When she stepped barefoot on the finger, my finger snapped and it was loud. She looked down and said to the clerk, “Man, I must have just broken one of these wires” and then she started pressing hard around and the pain from my broken finger traveled fast up my arm every time she pressed hard on that finger. I wanted to get it out, but before I could she stepped full weight on it and I was in severe pain until she walked off of it.
I pulled that hand back and saw my finger was broken. I left my other hand out for the abuse and I continued to get stepped on for two hours until I heard the store announce it was closing. I was waiting to get out when a female employee came by with a vacuum cleaner and ran over my hand. It was a strange feeling and she pounded it in my face hard as she was pushing it under the pants. While she did this, she was standing, unknowingly, on my hand.
When I could, I got out and walked out of the store and looked at my hands. I saw my fingers were blue and some of the skin was torn off. Even though my fingers were broken and bruised badly, I will be going back and do it again because of the hard I get on every time I get stepped on and I know that the women doing this don’t care what they are stepping on. In fact, I really believe that a lot of women enjoy stepping and smashing things under their feet.
I will be going back there as soon as my fingers heal.