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Hidden in the Garden pt. 2
🕑 Added 2022-07-09 18:20:25 +0000 UTCI lay perfectly still not wanting to ruin the appearance of my concealment when I eventually saw 4 or 5 tops of heads to my side. My heart skipped a beat as the girls filed onto the patio area. I could see they were laughing and talking as they approached but couldn’t distinguish too much. They saw nothing out of the ordinary in the garden. No concealed body or raised mound in the turf to give the game away. They didn’t acknowledge anything about my presence and my erection stiffened. A cold shiver of excitement ran through me as they approached the table with plates and cutlery. I noticed Sarah, Shelley and Amy as they walked up to the table. Their legs exposed in an array of shorts and skirts. They have no idea I thought as I saw Vicke walking up the steps to the first level with Amy in tow. The movement to the side of me continued as the girls milled around but my attention was now fixed on the approaching girls arriving at my feet. Vickie was looking into the barbeque as she stepped onto my legs. Her blonde hair falling on her shoulders as her shorted legs moved their way up my body under her. Then the familiar pressure of her feet hitting the surface and crushing into me as she stepped and I noticed her sandals and exposed toes as they thumped nearer and nearer my view point. There was no recognition of anything different as she stepped from the ground onto me and continued walking as normal. Then there was another pressure as Maggie followed her onto me and I saw Sarah bound up the steps behind them. Vickie’s perfectly formed legs now towered above me as her one feet stepped quickly arrived above my head and the other stopped perfectly still on my mouth and chin. My face was contorted out of shape as she busied herself with the barbeque. My breathing became difficult when Amy stopped on my chest and stomach crushing her weight onto me then my feet and legs suffered the crushing of Sarah as the girls gathered at the barbeque. I was crushed painfully under the girls as they stood uncaringly on the ground beneath them. The girls had approached so quickly and trod their way onto me with such speed I didn’t have chance to really take it all in. My vision was blurred and breathing had become difficult as the weight pressed down and moved around. My body and face was being subtly pushed around by the moulding of the earth under them as they adjusted position. I could just make out the little flexing of muscles on Vickie’s calf as she adjusted her balance on my face and I looked up between her legs with one eye as she straddled over my viewpoint. The view didn’t last long as her feet quickly joined together onto my face and light was gone. My head was forced into the earth beneath me as everything above pressed and crushed down. I was shaking with excitement as the girls continued their unknown assault and shuffled about above me. My view was darkness most of the time as the wooden surface of a wooden sandal kept stomping over my sight holes and I was resigned to endure most of the first episode of trampling in darkness.
It had only been 5 minutes or so and it was getting very uncomfortable as the girls kept up the neglect for what they thought was earth and grass beneath them. The soil around me was now solid as it was compacted harder and harder under their combined weight and continued shifting. It didn’t yield as much as first. My view had been partially blocked at best and the constant close up of earth on the underside of a sandal smudged around under Vickie’s weight. My Eyes hurt, as in a blur of movement light shone through my view holes. I felt a mass of movement on my lower body as my eyes adjusted. Just as quickly as they arrived they were gone and my sight adjusted just in time to see the girls trot onto the patio area. My body hurt from the crushing and the pins and needles that set in on my chin and left cheek started to clear. My position had moved slightly as I had been moulded into the surrounding and into a settling position. I strained to look onto the patio to see how many more girls were there. There were so many heads bobbing around I couldn’t tell. Probably 7 or 8 and my heart hammered at the thought of my predicament. I lay perfectly still as I watched the girls mill around. The erotic feeling of being ignored by so many girls that were only a couple of feet away had my cock straining into the compacted earth around me. I blinked my eyes as I shifted my view back to the barbeque above me and I eagerly waited for it to be tended again
I tried to get the best look of the girls as I could. I could see the knee area of their legs through the underside of the table and past the two chairs as they chatted. They were all perfectly shaped with an array of shorts, skirts and jeans. I watched in silence as they milled around and my only disappointment was that I couldn’t see their asses of feet or make out who was who. As the neglect to my position continued I got more and more turned on as I sank into my role as dirt under their feet. Nothing much happened for a while and I began to get a little frustrated until I saw a pair of legs approach the other side of the table. They stopped then turned in the direction of the steps to my level. I watched as an unknown girl rose sideways up the steps beyond my feet. She was carrying 2 plates and wearing jeans, T-shirt and white training shoes. My cock twitched in excitements as she turned and walked along what she thought was common grass. She glanced down at me then at the plates then continued on her path completely ignorant to what she was about to do. I looked up at her playing my part as her floor knowing that’s what she saw me as. She had dark hair in a pony tail and dark rimmed glasses and a cute face. Her breasts jutted into her t-shirt and her jeans hugged her hips tightly as she walked. My attention soon turned to her feet skimming over the grass as she approached and stepped onto my feet. Once again a girl continued on her path crushing earth onto me as she walked. Her first foot step hit my right foot then the left side of my waist. My body remained firm under the moulding dirt above as her third step landed on the top of my chest. I tensed waiting for the inevitable as she skipped her trailing foot up to my face and turned it to face the barbeque.
In a flash it was forced into my face with a sudden push from above and the other foot joined at its side. My neck and face was completely crushed under both feet and I was immersed in blackness once more. The pressure above stayed completely still. I lay beneath the unknowing feet of a young woman as she tended a barbeque. To her mind she was standing on a regular floor and not a young man buried just beneath the surface. She had no idea that every little adjustment of her standing position was transmitted through the compacted dirt to the person lying beneath her. It didn’t matter to her how long she stood in one place and gave it no thought at all. I, on the other hand had my face going numb under the unrelenting weight. My breathing tube was forced onto my chin and my nose and cheeks were compressed from above. My head was being used as a standing place by the girl above and it surprised me how long she actually remained in one position. Pain was building as the earth around remained moulded hard around my head. My ears were numb and the goggles were forced painfully onto my eye sockets. There was no way of turning or adjusting my head as I was pressed hard from all directions. I wished for a reprieve as it became more and more uncomfortable and I began to realise the truth of the situation I was now in. The girls around me, excluding Maggie saw me as nothing but the floor. I had fantasised about being used by girls in this way but didn’t take into account the neglect and uncomfortable relentlessness of the abuse I would receive. The girl causing my neck and face to twinge in pain didn’t give a second thought to what was beneath her and why should she. In darkness I remained as the floor beneath her and it was getting unbearable. Only about 10 minutes or so had passed as my hopes of her moving were answered. She spun above me and position her feet onto the surrounding earth. My eyes adjusted in time to catch a glimpse up the insides of her thighs. My face ran cold as blood started to return and my ears started stinging. Before I had chance to enjoy the release I felt the familiar pressing on my legs as someone else approached. I squinted down my body in time to see a mass of legs approaching, then my head was quickly crushed into position again as the girl above me returned her attention to the barbeque once more. I started to panic a little as the weight on my body and legs increased then settled on top of me. My entire body, save for my feet and one arm, was pressed incredibly hard from above. I didn’t know how many girls were on me but I was now being crushed to such an extent that I feared for my breathing. Shallow breaths were all I could manage as the crushing weight rolled around above me. I couldn’t pinpoint where the feet were as the pressure seemed to come from everywhere at once. Time seemed to slow down as it felt as if the pressure was increasing. It wasn’t, it was just unrelenting and shifting above me. I wouldn’t be able to move if I wanted to as the combined weight of the girls pressed down. I concentrated on my shallow breaths as I lay crushed. My face had gone numb again and both arms had pins and needles. It was getting worse the longer they stood and I finally realised what I had let myself in for. The parts of my body that were not numb were stinging from compression around me. I winced as I lay trapped beneath them as they continued their unknown squashing.
It was probably no more than 20 minutes before I was released from the crushing and my vision returned. My left sight hole was covered as it was plugged with dirt from the stepping above. I watched as 4 possibly 5 girls skipped laughingly down the steps to the patio area. I could feel the blood flowing back to the numb parts of my body and pain returned with it. I dared not move although I was aching for it. It was incredibly uncomfortable and I began to regret the idea of all night in this position. It was almost immediately after their departure when Rachel appeared at the steps just beyond my feet. She was wearing a knee length dress and to my horror, a pair of strappy heels. I panicked as I tried to figure out the depth of soil and the length of the heels. She carried two plates in one hand and a bottle of drink in the other as she stepped onto my feet. From my position the swaying material of her dress flapped about revealing the upper part of her legs as she stepped up to my waist. I noticed the heels lightly touching the grass as she effectively tip toed up my torso. I breathed a little easier noticing the heels not driving into the earth. I wished for a longer reprieve though even with the view I was presented when she stopped astride my head. Her black heeled shoe stopped just above my forehead and the other on my chest. Her foot above my head adjusted and leaned to the side as she favoured the foot on my chest. It wobbled about above me but didn’t seem to pressing down much. Her feet were positioned roughly 10 inches apart and I looked up at her feet and rising legs above me. Her black shoes revealing 2 inch heels and black straps winding around beautiful ankles. She moved slightly as she tended the cooking area. She showed no modesty in revealing her black knickers that were pulled tightly around her ass and crotch, flaring around her bum cheeks. The tops of her thighs touched and parted over and over in the darkness of her skirt as she swayed above me. This was the best view yet but I was still suffering from moments earlier. Although she only placed one foot on me the pressure still gave no relief as the earth moulded around me. She twisted and turned and I watched as she crouched to grab something from a tray under the barbeque. Her skirt folded under her ass as she bent and hunched onto her heels. I looked directly into the material around her ass pulled tightly between her feet. Her calves squashed out as they met her thighs as she squatted inches from my face. I tried to look up at her as she leaned forward reaching for something but the underside of her skirt hid her from view as it stretched across her legs. Before I could enjoy the scene above me there was a poking in the side of my chest. It was getting worse when I realised it was her heel and it was digging into the dirt. I prayed it wouldn’t get worse as I could be in big trouble. The pain from her standing and the heel digging into me was steadily getting worse before the material above disappeared and my face was horribly crushed as she stepped on it. She continued tip toeing down my body wiggling her pert ass as she went. I could see as she turned the plated food she was carrying. Christ, I thought to myself. What the hell have I let myself in for? I was immensely turned on but also worried about what lay ahead. At the other side of the table I watched a movement of legs probably the girls arranging things on the top. In the background, another 4 or 5 pairs of legs bent and straightened during girlie conversation and I lay in wait for the next event.
Comments
German Trample
Mate, THAT is an AMAZING story!!! do you have any video about that? i would love to see that!!!
Aleš Jansta
Hi, awesome story, but seems next part is missing... :(
