(By Heelcushion)
As I slowly drifted out of the drug induced sleep into the land of the living, I was first acutely aware of considerable thirst and a very sore hand. As I regained control of my body it felt sore and cold, then I tried to move and found I was unable to. This confused me until my consciousness returned some more, then I slowly realised that my limbs were all tightly bound with harsh ropes.
A sudden blast of panic hit me, I was lying on a cold, hard concrete floor spread eagled and naked. I was breathing heavily and panic stricken, where was I, why was I tied up? How did I get here?
I lay there fruitlessly pondering these questions for some time, It looked like I was in a large shed, I could just make out shelves with what appeared to be saddles, hay bales and horsey stuff.
I was shocked awake by a door opening, and the sound of women chatting as they entered the shed. One of them loudly exclaimed “what is this? What are you doing with a man tied to your floor?”.
The women then walked into view, with me lying cold, naked and prone. They were all young women but good looking young women, all dressed in ridding gear. Jodpurs and boots all around and they looked good. I immediately felt my groin betraying me and several of them burst out laughing.
One really pretty redhead approached me with a smirk and said “I’ll bet this is mum or Kim’s work, or both of them”. She looked a lot like Kimberly so sister I decided. She walked around between my legs and said “rude isn’t he, standing up in the presence of women” as she drew her ridding boot back and kicked me full force in the balls.
I screamed and gasped as she kicked me several times in succession. Her boot was hard, and she was not holding back at all. As I gasped I felt like throwing up. She paused and then jumped onto me landing on my stomach, then jumped up onto my chest and started stomping on me. Although she was small, she was very athletic and was beating me up real good.
“Come on girls, lets have some fun!!” she cried out as she smashed the hard heel of her boot into my face. Several of the girls started kicking me in the legs and ribs, two of them grinding their boots into my hands. “Hey said another, get Sandy in here with those Timberlands of hers, I bet they will leave an impression”. I was not sure what she meant, but I’d soon find out as another girl yelled for Sandy.
I heard more voices and laughter. I tall Nordic looking blond walked into my field of view. Oh my god she looked tall, fit, and beautiful. She looked down at me with an unreadable expression. I was mesmerised as she slowly and deliberately lifted a leg and her Timberland boot with its sharp deeply ridged sole came into view. My expression must have been telling and she started to smirk as she lowered her boot onto my face across my mouth, the simply stood up driving the sharp tread pattern into my cheek and lips. The pain was way worse than the flat soled riding boots as she put the other boot on my forehead, crushing my face.
As the pain grew she bounced and jumped off. The girls all looked down at me and laughed hysterically at the tread pattern crushed into my face. Sandy was not done as she jumped onto my chest and started twisting her whole body back and forth. Her cruel soles ripped my skin and hurt a lot. She then stepped down hard on my dick as twisted, again ripping skin before she turned around stood on my groin. Her harsh heels were crushing and ripping at my balls, while the rough sole tread was ripping at my dick. I was gasping for air and crying.
“Hey” yelled out a new voice “dibs on the rug” said a new voice accompanied by a more solid sound of approaching heels. An astonishingly tall, breathtakingly beautiful blond was now standing over me.
“Just having a bit of fun mum” said Sandy. “Someone left a perfectly good rug just lying here with nothing standing on it” Sandy continued with a very cheeky grin.
“Ah huh” said her mother, as she pulled one leg back and kicking me in the kidneys so hard I thought she had broken me in two. My head was ringing as she kicked me in the exact same spot twice more.
“Oooh that’ll leave a mark” commented Sarah.
Her mother was clomping around me in her hard heels, I could not make out her boots as they were hidden under her jeans. I looked up at her eyes and froze. Her look was so cold, it looked like she was so angry and mean. I was cold, but an even colder shiver went up my spine.
She walked around to stand over my bandaged hand. It was throbbing with pain and it had not appreciated the girls standing, walking and stomping on it.
“What’s with the hand she said” looking down at me with disdain.
I tried to reply, but it was coming out as wheezy gasps and grunts.
“Shit what a retard, was it a stiletto?” she asked, and I nodded. “Hah, all the way through?” she asked, and I nodded again. The corner of her mouth pulled up into a cold smirk as she lifted her boot and placed it on the middle of my bandaged hand. I got to see her boot, it was a black cowgirl boot with a metal covered very pointed snip toe and a three-inch-high stacked heel with metal taps!! Her boots were amazing, and I was hypnotised by that metal tipped heel now slowly crushing my injured hand. She slowly and steadily applied more weight until her whole-body weight was balanced on her heel.
Oh god it hurt, I was gasping for breath unable to scream. I was spasming uncontrollably as I passed out yet again. The pain and consciousness both faded blissfully away.  You have the following choice: 1. Part 3 |
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