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Chapter #10

Trample Torture

    by: Carl Author IconMail Icon
Mildred shoved him and he toppled over straight to the floor. The plastic wrap didn’t even let his knees bend. The fall was disorienting and very scary. Though not as scary as Mildred jumping into the air and landing full weight on his chest. Douglass was sure something had cracked in his chest as his eyes bugged out inside his head. Mildred said, “How do you like that shit boy, how do you like me walking all over yo white ass.” She stomped his chest with her bare feet causing Douglass to grunt in pain with each violent impact.

Brandy watched as Mildred worked out her anger on the poor guy. She shook her head, she had hoped with the stomps not being directed as his head he wouldn’t be in too much danger now she wasn’t so sure. It did turn her on to see this helpless boy getting fucked up by Mildred. And if her fears were right she better get in her fun before it was too late!

She stripped off her pants and panties. She moved around to the front and Douglass shook his head in panic. He was in pain and thought those feet would crush the life out of him. And now this! Brandy was naked from the waist down she was going to sit on his face and make him lick her while he was being tortured. Tears brimmed in his eyes it was all too much for him to take. He shook his head and shouted “No.” But he was completely ignored as Brandy descended down. She knelt inches above his face and said, “Cracker you should be grateful, so quite ya damn whining and eat me.”

Brandy relaxed onto his face. Douglass’s world was filled with the pain in his chest and gut and Brandy’s sex. He started to lick her black bush hoping to satisfy these two monsters in female form. Brandy told Mildred, “He needs more encouragement girl stomp those nuts!” Douglass frantically picked up the past of his oral ministrations but it was too late. Mildred moved down to his gut and then raised her black foot high in the air. “No way to block this now boy!”

She smashed her foot into his exposed balls smashing it and trapping it between her foot and his gut. Douglass shrieked as waves of pain assaulted him. Brandy moaned with pleasure, “Oh shit girl his screams are vibrating my snatch! That feels good do it again.” Douglass was going out his mind the suffocating confines of her pussy muffled his screams and they actually pleasured her. He tried to escape from the plastic prison. She couldn’t stomp him again. She couldn’t. The pain was too much they had to have mercy!

Mildred showed no mercy. She stomped his fragile balls full force. His body tried to contort within the wrap as he used every ounce of his pitiful strength to escape. Completely futile. Brandy savored the reverberations and rode his face.

“Oh yes scream white boy, scream into my black pussy.”


Douglass’s eyes rolled in the back of his head. This nightmare had to end. Never before in all of his life had he felt this much pain. His airflow was mostly cut off from Brandy’s heavy weight and his sheer terror meant he needed his inhaler. He moaned as loud as he could, trying to desperately let them know he needed air and relief from this torture. Brandy grabbed his hair and yanked him further into her cunt.

“Make me cum and she’ll stop make me fucking cum!”

Douglass with no other choice madly thrust and drove his tongue deeper into her fleshy folds. Mildred shifted her weight so she was standing on his bruised balls. Screaming even as he licked harder then he had ever licked before. Brandy’s own cries kept time with his, his scream of paid would lead to a louder scream of her pleasure. Soon she came all over his face.

“Swallow it! Fucking hell yeah! Swallow my damn cum cracker!”

Douglass again with no choice swallowed her sticky female juices. As she relaxed and sat back he gasped, “Need… I-Inhaler.” Wham. Mildred stomped his vulnerable nuts again. He cried out again. Mildred said, “Boy I’m sick of fetching your inhaler if you couldn’t breathe you couldn’t be screaming like a girl.” Douglass was shocked at the realization that she was right. He could breathe! It was hard but he could get the air he needed to survive. He had used the inhaler since he was a boy and it just came naturally whenever he had the slightest difficulty breathing.

While this realization was a silver lining on a terrible black cloud he was still feeling a monstrous level of pain. He moaned and begged, “P-P-Please Mistress Mildred, it… it… it h-hurts.” She laughed “No shit.” Mildred had stepped off and said, “This will teach you to never disrespect me again by trying to defend yourself.” He shook his head back and forth as much as he could. “I-I won’t Mistress I-I w-won’t.” Nodding she replied, “Yeah damn right you won’t but you ain’t done by half.” With that she took another jump and landed on his ribs. Again Douglass could swear he heard something crack. She marched up his body and then jumped in the air landing on his chest with her knees.
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