Trampled almost to death at Vegas Halloween Ball Part 2 10 min read

Then, the wildest thing happened. This absolutely stunning, really athletic twenty-something, with muscular legs like she lived in a gym, wearing red metal spike heeled boots with all manner of silver buckles, walked up to me. She had an absolutely perfect athletic body!  Since I was laying on the ground her boots were right by my head. I could have licked them, but thought better of it. She was wearing a tight leather red devil fetish outfit, complete with tail, and had beautiful tussled blond hair. She had a really tall boyfriend with her about 6’5”, and she probably stood about 5’11” in her boots. She looked down at me and said, kind of sheepishly (and drunkenly), “Okay. Okay…um…my boyfriend wanted me to ask…we were wondering…is there any way I could use you as a, um, doormat…so I could dance face to face with my boyfriend for the first time in my life? So I could be taller? I mean…?” “O my god,” “If you don’t want to,” said the devil-girl, “it’s okay. We just thought…cause we saw other women standing on you…”

My ribs ached so much, I really need a break…but there was no way I could have passed this up. “Oh, thank you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!,” The girl said to me. “I can’t believe you’re gonna let me do this!”

“How can you take a girl standing on you?!,” the devil girl said, looking down at me, hands on her hips. I couldn’t believe she was just talking to me like there was nothing going on. “Oh, the costume’s…reinforced…I don’t feel…any weight at all.” I had to catch my breath between every few words.

“Told ya,” her boyfriend said. “I knew it! No one could take that.”

“God, that’s wild! It looks like all you’re wearing is a thin little doormat!”, she replied.

“Oh, god, no,” I said, making an effort. “But thanks…it took me hours to…hide all the bracing under my shirt.” I thought how surreal it was that I’m laying on the floor of a stadium looking up at a stunningly beautiful girl in a leather devil outfit carrying on a conversation as she towers over me, getting up the courage to step on me…

“Oh…THAT’s how you did it! That’s so cool! I was worried about my boots on you! She hesitated, then just went for it. Ready?” she asked. “Always,” I replied, looking at her cruel boots.

The woman had on needle heels and these were metal! As if she read my mind, when she put her hard soled boot on my chest, she said, “I think my heels are gonna go right through that doormat!”

“You couldn’t puncture the doormat if you tried!” I egged her on.

“Ewe…a challenge!” she laughed, terrifying me.

Devil girl stepped right up on my stomach now, her athletic weight crushing the air out of me, and yelled down, “You okay?” She was a fantasy dream! “Can’t feel a thing!” I replied, aching. “Can’t feel this?” devil girl asked. She bounced up and down a little, then gave me a light little stomp with her boot. “No, really…I can’t even tell you’re up there!” “Oh, this is gonna be fun!” she said. “Can’t feel THIS?!” she yelled. She raised her boot until her knee was pointing straight at the sky, held it there, giving me a chance to stop her, and, as I prepared myself in terror, she drove it down in the cruelest, most vicious horrible stomp I’d ever felt — straight into my stomach, laughing! I thought I’d die. There was this blinding flash of light and I lost my bearings for a moment, as my head bounced off the floor. I couldn’t believe the power of her stomping on me. I’d honestly never felt anything like it! It almost wasn’t bearable ! I started sweating all over from the pain. I really hadn’t expected anything like that to happen. And talking…talking was just a far off dream now, as I tried desperately to breath again.

“Wow! I guess you really can’t feel anything!” She must have thoroughly believed I couldn’t feel anything because no way would anyone do that to another human being! I managed to smile, but still couldn’t talk, and it was dim enough she probably didn’t see my reaction.

Now, she started dancing, looking at her boyfriend, her arms wrapped lazily around his neck, thoroughly convinced she was dancing on a hard shell of some kind (though I really don’t know how; at least on my stomach, she was sinking right in). She was stomping so hard, as she danced! The hundreds of impacts of her boots were raining down on me – thundering through my torso. Each stomp was a loud thump in my chest that seemed to bounce all over my insides over and over again.

Again, ignoring me completely, she was telling her boyfriend this was great and she was as tall as he was. Her perfect muscular legs were a vision as she towered over me; her sexy outfit torturing me. The hard stomping soles of her boots hurt like hell! She danced on me and drank for a few minutes, then she looked down at me and talked to me some more, asking how I thought up the costume, and if I’d ever been stepped on for real. I just smiled up at her and once moved my mouth like I was talking but she just couldn’t hear me over the music. I just needed to be visually convincing. Then she asked, “So…can I try?” I could only grunt, wondering what she meant. But then, she just rocked back onto her heels, and, as she looked down and concentrated, watching the mat (and didn’t even look at my face), she lifted her left boot above my face, holding it there, putting her entire weight on the needle sharp point of the other metal spike, and began to twist it back and forth, grinding it into me, gritting her teeth as she stared at her heel.

It hurt horribly and I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! Then I sort of felt a little crack in the fiber of the mat, and instantly her heel penetrated the welcome mat and the needle heel drove mercilessly directly into my chest, her full weight still on the single spike heel, disappearing into the mat completely. I can’t believe she didn’t hear me cry out because I felt like half the stadium heard it! My whole body started shivering and I was clenching my fists just to endure the ripping pain of her spike heel.

“See?” devil-girl said. “Told you I could puncture it! These heels are sharp, man!” Then, to me, “I hope your bracing works! ‘Cuz, you’re fucked if it doesn’t!” I just smiled, trying to outwardly control the pain as I felt my skin tearing under my shirt!

Then, she did the same with the other heel. When her second heel punctured the mat and crushed in between two ribs, I thought I’d go out of my mind! She was laughing with her boyfriend while she tortured me under her spike-heeled boots with no restraint. Now, she was dancing mostly on her heels, but still stomping, trying to puncture the mat with them while she danced! And she was enjoying the attention of the crowd, as they gathered around to watch this absolutely hot woman dance provocatively on a man’s chest.

After another couple minutes, she asked if I wanted her to get off. “You must be getting bored!” she yelled down to me. I was a lot of things, but ‘bored’ wasn’t one of them! “He’s not bored! He’s enjoying the view!” her boyfriend said, referring to my being able to look up her short skirt. “Is that true?” she asked me, looking down from so far above. I tried to shrug my shoulders because I sure couldn’t talk. “Okay,” she laughed, “you enjoy the view!” ‘Think I better dance now’!” She went back to dancing freely on me. She was twisting cruelly with her boots. Then, she stomped and shifted her weight, as I suffered. She didn’t care a bit! She was talking to her boyfriend about the after-hours party, seemingly forgetting I was beneath her, though I was feeling every single step in those red boots and watching her muscular legs reverberate above me! Occasionally, she would step through one of the holes she’d made and into my flesh again, her heel disappearing into the mat. When this happened, she’d continue to dance and the mat would move up and down, stuck to the shaft of her heel! So, her heel would crush into my chest over and over, penetrating me and she never knew. I was feeling what I would have felt if I’d bought a mat with holes in it. I thanked god I hadn’t…I never could have endured that and she would have seen the blood by now. I could feel I was bleeding a little, my black t-shirt becoming moist. I was gritting my teeth, suffering under this devil goddess, and they were talking nonchalantly about the next party! It was like a fantasy ‘hell’!

After an eternity, she stood still for a couple of minutes, finishing her drink, asked me if I wanted her to get off (I just looked at her and shook my head “no” and she laughed). I had a little chance to recover. Then, she finally stepped off, saying “Thanks! That was wild! That was the highlight of the party for me!” Do you want some help up?” I knew I couldn’t stand – but I was sort of able to talk by then – so, I just made a dismissive motion with my hand and said, haltingly, “I’m good.” Then, I had an afterthought…

“I wonder what it would feel like if I COULD feel it?” I said up to her.

“With these boots?! You wouldn’t even be alive right now! I weigh 130!” (I will never forget her absolutely electric sexy smile)!

“Tell ya what, step on my hand with your heel…see if I can take it!”

Oh, yes! She didn’t even hesitate! She put her metal stiletto heel on my hand and asked, “How much of my weight?”

“All of it!” I replied.

Devil-girl replied, “Remember you asked for it!” and just stepped on my hand with her full weight on her metal spike.

Now, I was free to scream! And, luckily, because I could never have endured the pain if I hadn’t! She smiled at my pain as I yelled through gritted teeth, trying to keep it down, but she didn’t get off right away.

“Had enough?” she asked.

“Okay, yes…yes, that’s good,” I moaned.

“You sure?” She kept her weight on the heel.

“Yes…please!”

“Ewe, he’s begging!” she laughed. Still, she didn’t step off.

Then her boyfriend said, “Okay, okay, you’ve done enough damage…” and she relented, picking up her heel, but stepping on my hand with the sole of her boot, then twisting it as she stepped off.

“Oh, so sorry!” she laughed playfully. Without any concern for what she’d just done, she said, “Seriously, thanks! Maybe I can dance on you more at ‘after-hours.’” I tried to laugh off the pain and said it was my pleasure. “Sorry dude! She’s crazy sometimes!

The couple walked off, and I felt under my mat the six or seven very deep heel marks she’d left in me. One is honestly like a serious hole, and not just a deep impression. I wondered if she’d find any blood on her heels later. I hurt like hell everywhere and decided I would need to do some serious drinking to endure and continue. Which, of course, I did.