Sister in law brutal stompdown 8 min read

I woke up feeling happy for the day and week to come. I had just graduated high school about 5 months ago. My parents were away for a week and the house was left to me. After having breakfast and relaxing a bit there came a knock on my door. It was my sister in law asking if she could borrow the computer for a couple hours to work on an assignment for college. I said yes and invited her in

My sister in law is short. Maybe 5’2 and has amazing curves in all the right places. She has a fiery attitude when roused. She is Hispanic and has feet good enough looking that I would clean them with my tongue on command.

I go back to my room and play some games for a couple hours and she comes and knocks on my door. I answer and see that she has one hand behind her back. “So I didn’t know you like feet” She says. I froze in place. Did I close the tabs on the computer? Doesn’t look like it. I tried to stammer out a response but she holds up a hand and cuts me off

“Do what I say for the next couple days and I won’t tell anyone. If not I’ll tell everyone you’re going to college with about your fetish. Now, get on your knees.” I both love and hate this. Hate being ordered around but love the dominance she is showing. I get on my knees as instructed. She smiles and pulls a belt from behind her back and ties it around my neck and pulls hard. I begin choking and can’t help a blush from coming to my face. It was clear that today was a day of torture

She lifts one booted foot and slams it into my face sole first. I groan in pain and slump to the floor. “Turn over” she barks as she kicks me in the ribs several times. I roll over already feeling the bruise on my face and bruises on my ribs forming. She stands on my chest and starts wiping the sole of her left boot clean. Smiling she pulls on the belt again. Every time she starts to pull my head up by the belt she stomps my face again. Lights flash in my vision until I black out

I awake again with my hands and feet tied up and I am unable to move. I’ve slumped against the wall in a narrow hallway and she is sitting against the opposite wall with a pair of dirty converses next to her and she is wearing golden high heels. “Good morning” she says. I try to grumble back a response and only then notice that my mouth is stuffed with terrible tasting socks and duct taped shut. She smiles when she sees that I realize the position I am in. She stretches her legs and lightly presses them into my stomach and why she chose a narrow hallway becomes obvious. With her back to the wall she can kick and stomp full force without losing balance. “I hope you enjoy this. Because I’m not gonna stop even if you go unconscious again.” My eyes open in terror as she backs up one of her heels and thrusts it into my chest as hard as she can

The pain is immediate and explosive. I wiggle around trying to get out of the way but am unable to move. She stomps again. Another feeling of being stabbed. Was she going to stab me to death with high heels? Over and over she stabs me with her heels. Even pushing herself against the wall to get the most out of her kicks. My chest begins to feel more wet after every kick and to my horror I see the soles of her heels getting a coat of red at the bottom. By now I am in too much pain to move and can only sit there and take it. She grins and begins playing with herself through her tights. Ecstasy fueled, her kicks start to puncture the skin even harder. I can now feel most of them going about half an inch into me before getting removed. I howl with agony and try to arch my back. It works for a second before the kicks shove me back against the wall. She looks to be getting close.

Spurred on by her desire to cause more pain she slides over and grabs the belt to pull it tight and pull me in. As my face comes forward she begins using the toes of the high heels to cave my face in. My nose shatters instantly under the first stomp and a fountain of blood is escaping my face. Seeing this she puts the toe of one high heel on my neck and the other entire heel on my face. I can feel the sharp part of the heel on my forehead and the toe of the heel slamming on my mouth. She arches her back and let’s out about 10 seconds of a finishing moan while she pressed my face into what surely resembles a meat pie

She lays there panting for a minute then gives me a grin. I am barely conscious at this point. She grins at me and says still shakily “time for your reward.” She scoots forward and unzips my pants. Her blood stained heels come off and she puts her feet on both sides of my member and starts to stroke. She does long and slow strokes at first then picks up the pace. I can’t help but finish within a minute. The whole experience painful as it is was exciting for me and she knew it

“One more thing.” She says. Not bothering to clean the cum off her feet she puts on the filthy converses. “I need these decorated for a Halloween party but couldn’t find fake blood. Yours will have to do.” I am too beaten and tired to protest. She examines my face and sees the blood all over it is still fresh. She lifts her foot up and slams the converses onto my face. Blood splatters all over them. I can see it in the treads and all over the soles. She kicks again and again and it is agony. I’ve already shot a load and the pleasure that comes with the pain is gone. This only hurts now. She makes sure the sides, soles, and shoelaces are all splattered with gore before the stops. Smiling she carefully puts the converses back down soles side up so the blood can dry. “Thank you for your time. I’ll be back to clean up you and the blood tomorrow.” she says and walks away right as I begin to black out again

I woke up a few hours later with the desperate desire to get outside and get an ambulance. I can move a bit better and the restraints are getting lose. I wriggle free of the hand restraints and begin crawling to the door while my body screams with protest. I make it a few feet from the door and pass out again. I had a dream where voices of surprise then laughter come up and a pressure on my back seems to be placed and taken off one at a time. Some of them stomp down and grind while some walk over like I’m not even there. After awhile I wake up feeling better than before. It’s daylight outside again. Grunting, I turn over and lift my head a little. There are about 5 pairs of shoes next to the door. I am sprawled on my back still and try to sit up. Voices are approaching from the other room and one of them is my step sister. She walks into the room with bloody heels and converses in hand and stares at me dumbstruck. She clearly thought I wouldn’t wake up yet. She smiles and calls out to her friends to come here. They walk in and laugh at my visage.

“We were just on our way out. At least you’re an awake doormat this time.” She walks up and kicks me hard in the balls. I double over and her friends begin to laugh. “Can two of you come hold his hands down?” Two of the tall athletic looking girls come over and plant both of their feet on a hand each. “Lets try that again.” She walks up and kicks me in the balls again then walks up my torso and lands her bare foot on my face. “Lick” she commands. I have to obey or I fear these women will trample me to death. Holding out my tongue I clean the soles of both of her feet and she steps off. “Lets go girls. Don’t forget to wipe your feet clean on the doormats tongue.” One by one the girls walk up and flatten, kick, or do both to my balls before stepping over me for a foot cleaning. Most of the feet tasted like vinegar and smelled even worse. The last girl who did this said “Have a nice week” and sent one kick directly to the side of my head on the way out