Waking up dazed, confused, and sore was becoming too much of a habit. As I drifted into conscious existence I was even more disoriented to discover I was in my own bed!! A quick inventory of my situation revealed I was wearing my own bed shorts, and in my own bed. My hand was newly bandaged and was clean. I was very sore in many places though, and very tired. I lay there for some time feeling beaten and worn.
Kimberly suddenly appeared in the doorway and said “howdy sleepy head!! Back with us at last eh?” my heart took off racing for a flatline, my anxiety hit 10 on the Richter scale and I was gasping for breath. It took quite a time for the concept of a girl in my apartment to sink in. And a goddess like Kimberly … oh wow. But then my slow-moving mind connected the dots and I found myself in fear again.
“Come on sleepy, get out of bed. You need breakfast!!” she cheerfully said. Then her whole posture and face changed, and her voice dropped two octaves. She frowned at me and said slowly “get out of bed now and eat the BREAK-FAST I made, or I will BREAK SOMETHING”. The blood in my veins turned to ice and I struggled madly out of bed and stool swaying dizzily.
Kimberly smiled and clomped over the wooden floor to me, It sounded like she has wooden clogs or platforms or something on her feet … but I was transfixed in fear looking into her eyes. Kind of like the doe does as the tiger is about to rip it to shreds.
She put her lovely warm arms around my neck, and gently put the soles of her platforms onto my toes and instep. Then she stood forward crushing my feet, but the soles of her shoes were sharp like knives, I didn’t know why but god it hurt. It felt like my feet were being cut to bits.
“do you like my shoes baby” she cooed, “the style is called SHARK because the sole is like a row of blades, but you can feel that right?”. She was so sweet, so seductive and so vicious. To make her point she started gyrating on her toes, swinging her whole body so her nasty shoes ripped my toes to bits. As I screamed and dropped to the floor she stepped back and released me.
Then lying on the floor, I could see her shoes and as she had said the sole was a series of sharp edged blades cut out of a thick wooden platform. I nursed my aching feet and cried out as I massaged two toes that seemed in worse shape than the others.
“They look broken” Kimberly commented. “Even a little thing like me can break bones when I put my whole-body weight into it, you should see what I can do with spikes and stilettos … ooops!! You already have” she said as she laughed her awesome tight arse of. Bitch.
It must have been the stupid confused look on my face that gave me away. “ahhh, I see your wondering what the difference is between spikes and stilettos!! I can see it in your face!! Let me educate you!!” she was speaking in her high pitched cute girl voice again. My mind was a mess, spinning and trying to deal with the pain.
She came back into the room bare foot. My what lovely feet she had. She grabbed me by the hair and almost lifted me off the ground as I struggled to follow her. “We need carpet for this” she muttered.
We went out into the main room of my humble little apartment. My furniture had been rearranged and the centre of the room had a wooden frame lying on the floor. It had leather straps and gizmos on it but its purpose was clear. It was designed to hold someone spreadeagled on the floor and prevent them from moving. My heart sank as I realised that I was going to be that someone.
I was resigned to my fate as Kimberly laid me into position and started to do up the straps. She secured my legs and then my arms and went back and roughly pulled them tight. She was efficient and strong, and made sure I was very uncomfortable. I started crying. She looked at me with disgust and sighed.
“fuck it” she said, and she now sounded pissed off. She roughly shoved a round leather gag into my mouth and stomped on it twice with her bare foot.
“Screw stilettos, we did that. Let me teach you about spikes” she said as she looked down at her prey showing no emotion at all.
I could not see what she was doing, she was getting changed based on what I could hear.
She suddenly appeared at my feet, she was in a tight sports bra and lycra leggings. She looked so hot. Then she lifted her foot and showed me her feet, she was wearing track spikes. I just stared, and she smirked down at me. “When I say spikes shithead, I mean real spikes” she said then stepped calmly up onto my thighs.
The steel spikes on her track shoes effortlessly penetrated the soft tissue and muscle of my thighs, they were clearly so sharp my skin gave no detectable resistance. I could feel the cold steel stabbing in. She balanced on her toes letting the spikes dig in for a couple of seconds, then she twisted, and the pain was incredible as I could feel her spikes ripping my legs apart.
I looked pleadingly up into her beautiful face, her eyes were a cold as ice. There was no visible sign of emotion at all. She starred coldly back at me as she swung her body backwards and forwards, balanced on the toes of her track shoes, seemingly oblivious to the damage her spikes were doing. You have the following choice: 1. Part 4 |
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