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The Leafman 3 Final chapter
🕑 Added 2023-05-16 03:05:52 +0000 UTCWhen I start to see again Cortney’s is standing next to my face with her black shinny boot toe pressed against the bridge of my nose. Cortney then steps forward with her other foot on my head to ask Maria a question. The left side of my body, just flops and twitches uncontrollable now. My fingers are missing a few nails, their swollen, blackened with blood and dirt and I think my arm is finally broken. My shoulder … I can’t feel the thing, let a lone move my arm. Maria is standing on my legs while Cathy, Ms Gray boots, has both of her flat heels crushing across my back. I just can’t seem to get any air into my lungs. I have a splitting headache, Cortney’s boot is almost in my eye, the heel is resting on the side of my nose. If she moves her foot now, I’ll be blinded for life. My face is pushed partially into the earth a the rim of the leaf covered ditch. “Your sure you heard someone moan” Asks Cortney to Maria. “Well it did sound like it. There were several low moans, pretty scary. It came from around here but all ladies are talking so much we couldn’t tell.” Besides that was about 10 minutes ago, and we haven’t heard anything since! “Well I wouldn’t worry about it. If there was someone sick around here, you would seen them by now.” Cortney re-steps her foot that’s parked on my head. “What I’m I stepping ON?” “That’s the paint can” This area is so full of crap, it’s a wonder no one gets hurt here. Cathy tells Cortney. “So why are you guys sweating so much?” Maria then smiles at Cathy, then she speaks to Cortney. “Oh nothing much, just early morning jumping jack’s.” “You should try it, It really gets the blood flowing before your stuck in your office all day. We found that tree root again, and really bounced on it to pieces, but it’s still there. “Do you want to try it? Maria asking Cortney. “Like I told you before, I don’t want to get messed up. Cathy smiles and says “But there’s always casual Friday.” Cortney steps forward again, and now with her other boot hard sole, crinkles solidly on my broken fingers. Her heel is then lifted from my hand and joins it’s mate on top of my head, as I sink further into the dirt. Her boot heels now spear my scalp though the leaves, as she steps off my head and stands by my left side facing her friends. The smell of all these women’ fruity sensual perfume, their feet digging into my back is pure joy. Their walking on me and mashing down on my back and twisting their feet on my body is sweet. The women’s scents. The women’s leather aroma of their worn shoes is erotic, the mixture of the crowds many fragrances. The perfume that they are wearing. The smell of them in the early morning with fresh shampoo, fine leather coats, burnt cigarette smoke, shinny black heels, their hair spray, fur and woolen coats. Then as luck would have it, I feel a new unfamiliar pressure on the side of my only working hand, it is strong and has a flat crushing feel.
It’s a young female college student. A brunet young woman. One of the young women call to her from down the street, Crystal! I can’t see her girl friend now, but I hope she’s wearing some mean looking footwear. My thought’s are now focused on Crystal. She now steps with her shoe much firmer on top of a few of my right hands extended fingers. I turn my head to slowly see what type shoe I’m dealing with. I look closely at her blue jean covered leg and then down to her shoe top. I am careful as not to move any of my leaf cover lose. I then move my head slightly closer to a leaf opening. I then see that Crystal is wearing black suede, deep tread lug hiking boots. These shoes have real thick rubber soles! They look so cute with their yellow and black plaid colored laces. Her full weight of her slender body is positioned wonderfully on me. Crystal then moves her inch thick heel to stand firmly right on my wrist. There is a strong firm clenching pain. Maria who’s still standing on my legs, drills her high heel, into my thigh muscles, and twists her foot to get off of me. Cathy then steps off my back, I can now get some air into my crushed lings. Cortney then follows them back to the curb, as the area keeps getting more crowed with other commuters. Crystal, a young college student, then shifted her hips. She then moves her body so that her leg had is forcing more of her heel to be resting against my wrist. I’m in exultation since I see her stern hiking shoe wiggling, as it’s mistress is forcing her soles bottom still to compact even harder on my hand with her young strong body weight. Suddenly Crystal makes her foot turn sideways along the side axis of her shoe. She stands on my hand with her shoes side edge acting as a rubberized knife blade. A few long moments pass, then just as suddenly, she puts her foot flat against my skin releasing the blood flowing back to my hand. I’m in bliss, because I see my hand still flattened under her white, cute stockinged, strong female legs and ankles. This new woman feet seems to be very fidgety. One of Crystal’s girl friends then walks quickly by and stands close to Crystal and in doing so, her flat heeled bicker boot, lot’s of leather fringes, zips past my face. She too almost steps on me. Rebecca, also a college 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 yelling at Rebecca! Crystal’s once warm feeling soles now sends a sledge hammer 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 booted foot that’s pressing down on the side of my face and jumps back with both hard 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 her balance. 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 rusty nail studded heels, grind into my face. -- I still try and enjoy the moment. They have the smell of stale musty cigarettes and fresh leaf rot.
“Remember you told me to meet you at the bus stop since your car was not running!” -- Rebecca Yelling 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 cuts into my scalp, as her two pointy soft toes curve up 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 speaking 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 my the skin of my hand in two directions at once. “So why didn’t you call me, I was waiting for you.” -- Rebecca say’s grinding her foot in my face again, as she’s annoyed by Crystal’s lack on concern. -- Oh stop stop stop is 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 mud caked ear is under her foot) I’m starting to lose conscious 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 blue diesel smoke, which leaves everyone now waiting for the main, city center bus to arrive. “Mid Town #1” -- The “M1” It’s usually very crowed by the time it gets here. So the women now start jockeying for a position on the line. The many women now bunch up. There’s about twenty people more still here. I hear my friends 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 under foot 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 well worn 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 kick’s me in my 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’s 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, she 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 answering again. Both young women quietly standing on me, their weight grows increasingly heaver, as I loose my fight to support them with a meager about of air in my lungs. The air that I struggling to suck in smell’s of their fresh perfume while I’m ground up under their earthy smelling boots.
Crystal and Rebecca are still standing motionless on me, as I struggle to maintain breath in my lungs. Both of Crystal's strong legs are being supported by her hiking boots lug soles mashing into my 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 stepping 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. It's 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 say’s as she starts to get off of me. Crystal peels a 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 young women, 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. “Every ones 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 young women from… I can see them now, from a Catholic Jr. college. Uniformed jackets, skirts, and black mid high 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 say’s 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 young women 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. Ahhh. 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 young women almost adult sized heel pinches my stomach skin against the ground, as she stumbles to stand on me with their her other leg. Oaf. I’m squished again. Their must be four or five young women 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 young women chuckles “Too bad. I hope we get there by eleven, I’ll miss the math test.” – Another young women say’s bouncing on my legs. -- My legs are all gooey now. “I’m getting compacted into the ground again, these young women are not light at all”
A cute brown three inch heeled oxford styled shoe slam’s into my dead left hand. It’s hard sole and unforgiving brown heel, remains now motionless on my already bloodied fingers. Then the young women other shoe back’s up slams up against my open mouth. Her worn down leather heel is just resting against my inside lips. I’m now in agony and ecstasy again. I smell this young woman’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 plaid socks slowly pass in front this 20 something young woman. They then have company as four more legs, appear just above the rim of the leaf hole. I try to see past this young women’s solid foot looking straight across the ground to see what other foot wear 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, some one’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 young women. “The bus had a break down, and where waiting for the “R7” to take us the rest of the way. – the college preppie answer 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 work-out sneaker’s 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 prep school students, young adults, crush me unknowing under foot into a wet puddle. At least I’ll go out happy. Brenda is so muscular and strong as I feel her solid mass through her lumpy white sock brush up against the side of my neck as she wobbles to get her balance. I feel the warmth of her other sweat suited knee wedged on my face while the coldness of her sneaker’s sole bottom is parked on my neck. Brenda now stands, and repositions her other sneaker, completely on my sideways laying head. Brenda muscular legs are squeezing the side my face into the earth, to support her full body weigh. The throng of young college bound women, about five or six of them, are also standing across my body, in various positions. Their all pretty much facing each other. One on the middle of my back I think, two straddling my crushed legs, their three inch heeled shoes are hard at work cutting into my naked leg bones. Their pivoting on my legs as if they were balancing on logs. A few young women are partly standing on me, as shoes, punch at my back as they keep stepping on me to break the tedium of waiting. The girl who has her foot nailed to the front profile of my face, quickly kick’s forward her shoe, leaving her total weight balanced on my numb left hand. Her solid heel twists quickly to the left as she’s momentarily off balance. She’s grinding something on the ground in front of me, with her other foot. “Slam back into my nose again”. Her right shoe’s three inch heel, climbs up my eye socket, and comes to a rest against my sideways laying nose. She then shifts her body weight back to her penny loafer heel on my nose. I start crying from the pain, as she pivots on that sweet smelling leather heel, back and forth, as it’s parked in the well of my eye. My guts are slowly being squashed out of me, there are to many young women on me. I moan in quiet agony, the chorus on injuries is singing me to sleep. She’s not going anywhere, this is just to relieve the monotony here!! I’m just her earth toy.
‘I then feel a nasty burning pain in my right hand. I want to quickly snap my hand to my side, but I can’t move. Some girl is standing on it, with her thick block heels. I then smell it, it’s cigarette smoke. Oh my … Most of these young women are smoking! In a park area! In dried leaves! I’m going to get burned real bad. My right hand, maybe I can just flex a few fingers to brush off the smoking stub… I’ll then be O.K. I’ll have to concentrate real hard as the girl with her shoe in my face is driving me crazy with agony. -- Too much pain. I can’t breath again. I’m getting that upside down dizzy feeling. There all standing on me, crushing me under their innocent looking flat shoes. “Your going to Becky’s party on Wednesday night. One of the school young women asks another. “Yea” say’s another pulling out her portable CD player… She starts to tap her foot to the dance music from her ear piece. (Her heels stomping on my back) “I want to be ready for Jimmy when he asks me out. It’s one of the few times I get with my school and after work schedule. She’s starting to hop and stomp on me. She pulls out her earpiece, and instantly “Latin Club” music fills the area. Young luscious legs, crushing me into the ground, while the young women chatter happily above me in their plaid skirts. The burst of music fills the area, as my women friends come back from the crowded curb. Maria finally sees Brenda and quickly approaches her! Brenda sees Maria and steps off my head with a hard leap like action, snapping my face harder to the ground from above. My eye kisses the girl’s heel parked in my skull’s eye socket. “I was looking for you, but with all these kids I just thought I’d wait till your bus got here! -- Brenda tells Maria. “Do you smell something” -- Maria “Yea the stupid kids are smoking” – Brenda “No It’s not just the cigarettes, it smells more like leaves” – Maria (No it’s not only leaves, its skin) “Hey you… stomp out that smoke by your feet.” --- Maria tells one of the school young women. The college co-ed with the three inch block heel grinds the smoke, with her heel angled into the ground. (she’s grinding my hand under her heels sharp edged metal wear tap) The girl then look’s annoyed at Maria, and stomps her foot again, and again in mock defiance with authority. My one good right hand is now burned and crushed under her cute looking brown shoe. Then the other girl who’s been standing on the bridge of my nose and eyes steps forward to move from the area. Cold air greets my face with blurry vision, as her wetted heel, from my tears, moves away from my face. Her left foot peals off my flattened hand. I can see the imprint of her heel in my skin now as my vision slowly returns to me. It’s a nice waffle pattern. It seems her heels were new. Lucky me. Virgin shoes. As the blanket of penny loafer mid heeled shoes press my body into the cold ground, my guts are squeezed flat from me like a tube of tooth paste. I blank out and then seem to soar above the heads of all the up and coming young college women. As I’m flying I see my little stretch of parkland, with the crowd of brown and fair-haired young women, in clumps talking, laughing, as cigarette smoke wafts in cool fall air over them. As I fly higher, I finally have no pain, but I have a feeling that I don’t want to leave yet. I see down the block a bus maintenance truck working on the back of the disabled bus, as I float above it all. Then suddenly I’m stung awake with awful needle like pain!
Cynthia has her metal tipped high heel shaft on the top of my hidden left hand. The pain is intense as her shinny black pointed toe angles downward to make a quick landing. She’s pivoting forward with all of her weight on the heel of her boot. The toe of her boot thuds down scraping against my forehead, and lands her solid foot scraping the skin down the side of my face. I breath deeply to take in the sweet leather scent and body perfume of this enchanting woman who doesn’t know I’m her. I’m in ecstasy as the punishment is too strenuous to bear. I start to pass out again and see white dots in front of my eyes, as Cynthia’s boot’s sleek metal caped toe jabs into my eye. I can just about take little breaths, as I’m still being crushed, by all the happy college women. Cynthia’s high heel boot sole raises up, she puts her full body weight on the ice-pick-like thin high heel. I want to yell out in pain, but the other young women have crushed all the air from my lungs. My mangled left hand is nailed to the ground, flattened as a pancake. “When do you think well get to work.” Maria asks Cynthia. “Probably pretty soon.” “Their working on the bus already and I think I heard them say there sending a replacement.” -- Cynthia “How will they get it here?” “The street is so narrow” – Maria “They’ll probably have to move the disabled bus first.” --- Cynthia responds. Then I see in slow motion, as pain waves through my hand, Cynthia pivots her angled up boot to the right. She’s placing her whole body weight against her one shinny heel, as she kicks her other solid foot over my head, and steps around to look down the block. She’s drilled her total body’s weight against my now bleeding left hand. I see her two needle like heels, parked side by side. One heel is on the grass, one heel is on top of my hand, with both of her hard boot soles planted firmly on the ground in front of me. I think Maria is to the side of Cynthia, since I can’t see to well. My back has still a few young women standing on me. I then hear a commotion from down the grassy path. The pack of eager women start to rush forward on me. One co-ed plants her dirty grass smelling, brown loafer sole right on the side of my face. She’s just crushing my cheek under her solid leg into a few rocks. Her hard heel, grinds into my ear, as her other damp leather shoe scraps, and slides down on the side of my head. I moan in throbbing pain to myself. “Hey move back, you guys” – Cynthia yells at the young women, as she’s pushed aside. Her ice pick like heel is pulled quickly from my mashed hand, to revel a nasty white lump of flesh, quickly becoming muddy red once more. “Sorry we can’t help it” There pushing us all forward. Another solid foot crushes against the back of my neck, as the once quiet blanket of warm soled shoes, moves forward up my body. The girl that stood on my cheek now moves off, and is quickly replaced with a nasty black block heel smashing down my cheek into my nose. This young woman’s black heel’s bottom, scrapes my face, as it’s mate slides harshly across my head to continue on it path. Then another woman kicks her foot along side of my face with her plain brown shoe. Grit and dirt are shoved into my open moth as I struggle to breath under all these ladies walking slowly forward on me. Then I hear it, a loud bus engine!
Move to the side, Move to the side. A man is yelling! Move to the Side. Oh no… Oh no.. I can’t move at all even if there’s no one on me. My legs are broken my shoulder is dislocated, my hands… my hands are mangled. Oh please….. All the people backup from the curb, and fill in the patches of sky around me. Their legs press down, on my as my body.. I can’t discern any one foot or shoe from the rest. The bus engine gets really loud as the earth vibrates with it’s massive weight. And then I see it! A big black city bus wheel rolls to a stop inches from the line of people in front of me. The mass of people start to pack down on top of me, getting ready to load this one bus. Attractive shoes, nasty old lady shoes, step back, mashing their owners weight down on me. Heel to toe, along the top of me! Side by side, they stand. My gut’s are coming out my mouth. Fading to black again. I hear my heart in my head. Thump bump thump bump….. thump bump……… Thump bump Then the front bus doors finally open. Just ahead of my shoulders. The crowd slowly shuffles forward on me. The young college women start to push forward in mass on me. Two to three shoes parked, and angled nastily down on my neck as the young women stomp their feet jockeying for position to board up the narrow bus steps. One shoe stomps on my head again. I see stars, as another cute looking toe, rams into my face. Flat heels sink into my hand skin, and twist my flesh into tight bunches. One young woman places both her wet, grass stained shoes on my face, and pushes forward against the crowd. My jaw has a cracking sound. Blinding white pain again. Lights out! But only for a moment. I dare not pass out. Then a new pair of black leather shinny low heel shoes comes, digging her heels into the earth slowly along side of me, as some others are walking now just on the damp grass. This woman’s heels seem deceivingly wide from the side at first glance. The backs of her heels are worn as if she drives a car. Her shoes are big about a size 9 ½ or 10. As I look at her heel back’s I think to myself: “These are the same heels and soles that can control a two ton car just as easily as they can crush me.” The woman slowly comes closer, a tall woman as I can just only see her black nylon colored long legs. I get excited smelling her sharp shoe scent and extravagant perfume as she stands next to me. Suddenly she hammers her one heel down on my back. Then with her other gusty black shoe, she twists her heel firmly into my busted up arm. Then her firm hard leather sole clamps down on my wrist. I then stare at her close-up black heel as it angles back and forth against my arm, for no apparent reason. Her heel continues to sink in deeper into my skin as the pain grows more than I thought possible under this mean stepping foot.
As the blanket of penny loafer mid heeled shoes press my body into the cold ground, my guts are squeezed flat from me like a tube of tooth paste. I blank out and then seem to soar above the heads of all the up and coming young college women. As I’m flying I see my little stretch of parkland, with the crowd of brown and fair-haired young women, in clumps talking, laughing, as cigarette smoke wafts in cool fall air over them. As I fly higher, I finally have no pain, but I have a feeling that I don’t want to leave yet. I see down the block a bus maintenance truck working on the back of the disabled bus, as I float above it all. Then suddenly I’m stung awake with awful needle like pain! Cynthia has her metal tipped high heel shaft on the top of my hidden left hand. The pain is intense as her shinny black pointed toe angles downward to make a quick landing. She’s pivoting forward with all of her weight on the heel of her boot. The toe of her boot thuds down scraping against my forehead, and lands her solid foot scraping the skin down the side of my face. I breath deeply to take in the sweet leather scent and body perfume of this enchanting woman who doesn’t know I’m her. I’m in ecstasy as the punishment is too strenuous to bear. I start to pass out again and see white dots in front of my eyes, as Cynthia’s boot’s sleek metal caped toe jabs into my eye. I can just about take little breaths, as I’m still being crushed, by all the happy college women. Cynthia’s high heel boot sole raises up, she puts her full body weight on the ice-pick-like thin high heel. I want to yell out in pain, but the other young women have crushed all the air from my lungs. My mangled left hand is nailed to the ground, flattened as a pancake. “When do you think well get to work.” Maria asks Cynthia. “Probably pretty soon.” “Their working on the bus already and I think I heard them say there sending a replacement.” -- Cynthia “How will they get it here?” “The street is so narrow” – Maria “They’ll probably have to move the disabled bus first.” --- Cynthia responds. Then I see in slow motion, as pain waves through my hand, Cynthia pivots her angled up boot to the right. She’s placing her whole body weight against her one shinny heel, as she kicks her other solid foot over my head, and steps around to look down the block. She’s drilled her total body’s weight against my now bleeding left hand. I see her two needle like heels, parked side by side. One heel is on the grass, one heel is on top of my hand, with both of her hard boot soles planted firmly on the ground in front of me. I think Maria is to the side of Cynthia, since I can’t see to well. My back has still a few young women standing on me. I then hear a commotion from down the grassy path. The pack of eager women start to rush forward on me. One co-ed plants her dirty grass smelling, brown loafer sole right on the side of my face. She’s just crushing my cheek under her solid leg into a few rocks. Her hard heel, grinds into my ear, as her other damp leather shoe scraps, and slides down on the side of my head. I moan in throbbing pain to myself. “Hey move back, you guys” – Cynthia yells at the young women, as she’s pushed aside. Her ice pick like heel is pulled quickly from my mashed hand, to revel a nasty white lump of flesh, quickly becoming muddy red once more. “Sorry we can’t help it” There pushing us all forward. Another solid foot crushes against the back of my neck, as the once quiet blanket of warm soled shoes, moves forward up my body. The girl that stood on my cheek now moves off, and is quickly replaced with a nasty black block heel smashing down my cheek into my nose. This young woman’s black heel’s bottom, scrapes my face, as it’s mate slides harshly across my head to continue on it path. Then another woman kicks her foot along side of my face with her plain brown shoe. Grit and dirt are shoved into my open moth as I struggle to breath under all these ladies walking slowly forward on me. Then I hear it, a loud bus engine! Move to the side, Move to the side. A man is yelling! Move to the Side. Oh no… Oh no.. I can’t move at all even if there’s no one on me. My legs are broken my shoulder is dislocated, my hands… my hands are mangled. Oh please….. All the people backup from the curb, and fill in the patches of sky around me. Their legs press down, on my as my body.. I can’t discern any one foot or shoe from the rest. The bus engine gets really loud as the earth vibrates with it’s massive weight. And then I see it! A big black city bus wheel rolls to a stop inches from the line of people in front of me. The mass of people start to pack down on top of me, getting ready to load this one bus. Attractive shoes, nasty old lady shoes, step back, mashing their owners weight down on me. Heel to toe, along the top of me! Side by side, they stand. My gut’s are coming out my mouth. Fading to black again. I hear my heart in my head. Thump bump thump bump….. thump bump……… Thump bump Then the front bus doors finally open. Just ahead of my shoulders. The crowd slowly shuffles forward on me. The young college women start to push forward in mass on me. Two to three shoes parked, and angled nastily down on my neck as the young women stomp their feet jockeying for position to board up the narrow bus steps. One shoe stomps on my head again. I see stars, as another cute looking toe, rams into my face. Flat heels sink into my hand skin, and twist my flesh into tight bunches. One young woman places both her wet, grass stained shoes on my face, and pushes forward against the crowd. My jaw has a cracking sound. Blinding white pain again. Lights out! But only for a moment. I dare not pass out. Then a new pair of black leather shinny low heel shoes comes, digging her heels into the earth slowly along side of me, as some others are walking now just on the damp grass. This woman’s heels seem deceivingly wide from the side at first glance. The backs of her heels are worn as if she drives a car. Her shoes are big about a size 9 ½ or 10. As I look at her heel back’s I think to myself: “These are the same heels and soles that can control a two ton car just as easily as they can crush me.” The woman slowly comes closer, a tall woman as I can just only see her black nylon colored long legs. I get excited smelling her sharp shoe scent and extravagant perfume as she stands next to me. Suddenly she hammers her one heel down on my back. Then with her other gusty black shoe, she twists her heel firmly into my busted up arm. Then her firm hard leather sole clamps down on my wrist. I then stare at her close-up black heel as it angles back and forth against my arm, for no apparent reason. Her heel continues to sink in deeper into my skin as the pain grows more than I thought possible under this mean stepping foot. Then the woman who now has my full attention leans down as if to pick up something and whispers; “I see you...!”
The waiting city bus is quickly filling with a new load of Jr. college women. They are grinding their feet on me as they struggle to board the bus. Since the bus is on the park’s grassy area, the bus step is high up. Several young women swarm around the front of the bus entranceway, standing firm, and not backing off an inch to anyone. Just as they’ll do in the corporate world! They don’t want to be left behind. “Hey move up there, move! I want to get on too!” -- A bold young one yelling at the others. A three-inch block heel, grinds against my ear, as the sole of another young women well worn black uniformed shoe, twists solidly against my head. “Mooovvee. It!! She yells as she struggles to push her way on-board, grinding her gritty shoe sole against my squished in face. Her heavy twisting foot leaves my face, but then her thick heel quickly falls back on my hammering busted jaw! Ahhhhh! Searing lightning pain into is flashed in my head. Her last step onto the bus didn’t last long, as she was pushed off. She now stand’s with both angry feet with hard worn heels, side by side on my face. “You F..in #$#@$’” or words to that effect! “ Yelling, as she stamps one foot down on my head, and then she slides off my face, pinching my skin between her earthy smelling soles, and the hard dirt below. I puke my guts into the dirt, at the same time another colligates owners platform boot kick’s the back of my head. This woman does not even let me be sick, as her big heel blurs down in front of my face, scraping her sharp edged heel against my nose. “Get out of my way, let a big girl get on.” My nose is now bloodied, as another strangers foot stamps down on my face. Six pairs of legs and heels crush the all the air out of me. The regular women commuters are lined up from my legs up to my neck, waiting to board the bus. My face is being pulverizing by strong young feet twisting their heels, stepping forward on me once more. Smiling, happy young women, in their hast, jamming their heels into my hands, neck and face, to get a better footing, for their last desperate push to board the crowded front bus steps. The bus drive yells at the eager stepping women “I’m full!” “Wait there’s another bus just seven minutes behind me!” With that he quickly closes the front doors, leaving the rest of the young women still standing with all their weight on my neck, arms and busted up face. The bus then lumbers off the grassy area, and thumps back into the street with a cloud of diesel smoke. “So you like being under women’s feet!” The tall woman speaks.as if to herself. Who are you talking too? --- One of the college women asks the tall woman as she steps to the side and looks oddly at her. The young women shoe, kicks scrapes the top of my hidden head, as she turned. Then the tall woman then steps forward and squats down to the ground. She’s standing on me with both shoes nailed up on my shoulders. She feels with her hand through the layers of leafs to my face, so she can get a better look at me. She then leans over and say’s in a low sultry voice. “Hi” “My name is Bonnie”. What’s your name? The college girl gives the tall woman a wide-eyed look, she just thinks this woman is talking to herself. Bonnie then strokes my face with her warm well-manicured fingers. Then using only three fingers, with her polished red nails pinches into my face, for a hand hold, as she leans back, balances squatting on my dislocated shoulder. The college girl looks at her friends, winks and they all move far away from the crazy lady. Bonnie then shifts her weight, leaning back on her heels more. My dislocated shoulder remembers it’s still a part of me, and quietly tells me with mind numbing pain. “Here is something to wet your whistle.” “You’ve must have been here all morning with nothing to drink!” “You can have my Coffee” Bonnie then pours out her hot coffee from her 7-11 cup, down on me. The steaming coffee burns my face and neck, as Bonnie’s 140 pounds of weight, makes sure I can’t escape. “Did you enjoy it?” “I’m so happy you did!” I am shivering now from pain, and my wet clothes. My skin is burned, my cheek and neck by this crazy lady. I can’t even hope she’ll move on. She’s enjoying herself tormenting me. “You know”… “If this is what you want”... Bonnie keeps talking as if to herself. “I’m going to enjoy helping you out!” Bonnie then stands up, still balanced on my back. Her weight is just in one spot, as she stands motionless on me! She then leans forward, just on the soles of her shoes, to press down firmer on my throbbing back. As I moan, in pain. Bonnie say’s “Wonderful I can fell your moans, right through my shoes” She steps down harder. I want to be a million miles away right now. I Don’t want anybody to know I’m here. Let-a-lone some crazy woman, who really wants to hurt me. Bonnie then stamp’s a foot on me, jabbing me with her extended heel. A new sharp beam of intense pain! She then stands, again, flat footed with her total 140 pounds of body weight compacting down on my neck. She then lifts up both her shoe soles, to stand balanced only on her heels, as her weight sends cruel pain into my back. “I hope you are enjoying this” she mutters as if to herself. She starts to strut back and forth, walking, only on her heels, up and down my back side. I try to move my limp left arm, in an attempt to brace myself, as her probing heels crush the daylights once more out of me, but I have no strength left to resist. Bonnie’s tall and shapely black nylon covered legs look so feminine as her small two inch heels dig deep into my body. “I wish I had worn my sexy 4 inch heels today, you would have enjoyed them so much!”
Finally Bonnie steps off of me and kicks back some leafs to cover the thinning areas on top of my body. She is very careful not to let the leaves move to reveal my position to the others. Bonnie then jumps up, and land’s with both feet on my crushed arm! Her small heel arches hook into my arm, a snapping is heard in my head, as my arm tears once more from the shoulder socket! Blinding pain. Too much! This sexy tall woman is working up a sweat pivoting from one shoe to the other taking turns balancing on my arm and neck. I see stars as she pulverizes me under her continuing torturous heel arch. I start to pass out, but she slaps my face with her sole, keeping me awake. Finally as another bus approaches, the twenty of so women move to get out of the way of it. Only Bonnie stay’s by my side. I think she protecting me from the oncoming city bus. The new bus pulls up on to the curb, and then on to the grass, to the right of the still parked R-7 bus at curbside. Bonnie motions the bus to stop in front of my shoulders, right next to my arm, so as to allow all of the others an easily climb up on my back. Bonnie then stands by my head. Bonnie smiles sweetly at the bus driver, and he stops his bus right by my shoulder, as instructed. Then Bonnie stands with her feet on either side of my head. Bonnie motions for the women to line up for boarding. They quickly start to walk through the leaf pile in a straight line to the bus, every one looks ahead and not down, as they press closer to each other getting ready to finally climb aboard. These women are calmer than the Jr. college women but they will not allow any one to push ahead of each other. So they walk close together. Pressing down on me from all directions. For the next step is the bus. I now lay with my face to the side, looking at the looming steps, and the legs that will pass over me. Then Bonnie casually steps up with both shoes on my face, while holding on to the side of the bus. I moan out loud as her heels dig into my head and scalp. I just can’t help it. “Shush” Don’t make a sound! Bonnie shifts her weight, plunging one foot more on my cheek, to make my face twist into the dirt to shut me up. I get the message, and struggle to remain quite as more pain floods into me from my broken jaw. The army of women now stand all around me. They just, start to walk forward and step on me. I don’t know what pain to focus on, I feel the pain of their spike boot heels. Solid dusty soles compress my body. Through my squinted eyes still pressed into the dirt, I see the dense packs of warm sexy tanned legs swarm around me. They now walk forward on me, crushing me down hard, one young black woman, with thin scalloped boot heels, looks back to see what she is sinking into. It’s the small of my back. It’s must feel so soft under sleek looking leather boot. I scream into the dirt, Bonnie grinds her shoe more against my lips. As she’s doing this she talks to the young black woman and distracts her, so she just stand’s there, sinking her thin wide heels more into me, and waits her turn to move up and board. The others just move up on by one, trampling down indifferently on me as they talk to their friends. Their heels stab at my back, spear my neck, as they stand firmly on me. While sucking dirt, I manage another scream. Bonnie quickly rams her shoes pointed toe sideways into my open mouth. I gag on her dusty leather toe and finally pass out, under the big crush. The women still casually walk forward on me, one by one, pounding their weight and feet down on me. When I awake it’s night time. I’m still in my hole. I’m ice cold and in searing pain. I can’t move a muscle. I then find a balled up piece of paper, pined to my sweat shirt. It’s hard to un-rolled it with my busted bloody fingers. It’s nice pink note paper, with little red hearts, from that crazy lady. It has an address on top and a message at the bottom. I’d so love to make you to a suffer more! Be at my house at 8 PM Sharp. Friday! I’ll do to you what you know you need! Sincerely, A friend who understands you better than you! Signed --- Mistress Bonnie.
