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TRAMPLING STORY - OBEDIENT FOOT SLAVE

  

  

  

Bonnie, Gail, Patti and Joanne were sitting side by side on the living room couch. They chatted freely and laughed. On his back beneath their feet was the long-suffering Doug.

Bonnie’s feet were resting on his face. She wore sneakers but that was still quite painful when she regularly rubbed them into and across his face as she talked. Bonnie was a fairly tall young woman with long black hair and a shapely form. She immensely enjoyed stomping on males and grinding her heels into their faces and other, even more painful, places.

Gail wore sandals and they rested at about his chest and upper stomach. She was of average height with long red hair and the looks and body of a professional model. She had not always enjoyed stepping on males but she had come to enjoy it. She wore sandals not out of mercy but because it allowed her to prolong the torture.

Patti was a bit on the short side with long blond hair and an hourglass figure. Her breasts were large. She had a mean streak. Her feet rested on his pubic region and genitals. Currently she was rubbing and teasing his cock and balls with her bare feet. She enjoyed the fresh air on her feet and also preferred to strike males in their most vulnerable places hence the bare feet as she enjoyed feeling the contact.

Joanne was on average height with light brown hair. She had long, toned legs and a sensuous way of moving and walking that drew the eyes. She currently wore heavy, high boots that rested on Doug’s knees.

Bonnie looked at her watch and said, “Well, it’s almost time. The lecture is within an hour.”
She stood up and Doug moaned as her right sneaker mashed into his nose and her left rested on his lower jaw, forcing it open and nearly snapping it. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Gail stood up on his stomach with her sandals. A hundred and fifteen pounds rested on him. Then she jumped and brought her knees high before driving her feet down into his stomach.
“OOOOOOWWWWFFFF!” he screamed as the breath was completely knocked out of him.
Doug was required to keep his legs pressed tightly together. Patti put the heel of her bare left foot on his balls and bent his cock up onto his stomach with her right heel. Then she stood up.
“Gack, cough,” he gasped, making choking sounds.
She just continued to stand on him, grinning.
“Well, I guess its time,” Joanne smirked.
She slammed her booted feet into his knees as he groaned in pain and she stood up, her weight coming down on his knees.

With one last grinding that made him scream, Bonnie stepped down onto the floor. Gail hopped up and down a few times as if she were using a trampoline and jumped off of him. Pattii stomped her bare heel into his balls and he shot up into a sitting position, choking in agony as she stepped off. Joanne stomped his knees, causing him to cry out again as she stepped down. Bonnie connected a leash to the dog collar he wore and snapped her fingers.
“Heel,” she ordered.
He struggled to all fours, naked at her feet. Were he to stand up, something he was seldom allowed to do, the muscular young male would have been over six feet tall. He kissed her feet, something he knew he had better do or else.
“Thank you, Mistress Bonnie, for grinding your sneakers into my worthless face.”
This was done for added humiliation and he knew it. He crawled to the next woman.
“Thank you, Mistress Gail, for slamming your sandals into my stomach.”
He kissed her feet as well then crawled on.
“Thank you, Mistress Patti, for slamming your heel into my worthless balls.”
Spread your legs wide, Dougy,” she purred.
He was sweating as he did so while on all fours because he knew what was coming.
“Ass higher and knees wider, asshole,” Patti ordered. “Don’t be shy. You haven’t got anything we haven’t seen before.”
The other laughed as he whimpered and waited. Then she put her toes on his nuts and gave them a push to get them swinging. As they swung backwards, she met them with a kick that left him choking and gasping.
“Well,” Joanne snapped. “I haven’t got all day. Get your sorry ass over here and kiss my feet.”
He moaned and began crawling to her on all fours, hobbling.
“Aw, poor Dougy,” she said with mock sympathy, “is something wrong? You’re moving so slowly.”
She smiled at the other women as he reached her feet. Just as he was about to kiss them, she moved and he fell face down on the floor. She stepped to his side.
“I don’t want your pathetic lips on my boots,” she said. “But here’s a place I don’t mind them being.”
She hauled off and kicked him in the rib cage as he groaned in pain.
“Well?” she said.
“Thank you for kicking me, Mistress Joanne,” he moaned.
She walked around to the other side and kicked him again.
“Thanks for kicking you where, dirt kisser?”
“Thank you for kicking me in the ribs, Mistress Joanne.”

Bonnie led him by the leash as he crawled on all fours. She stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a can of hash then led him out into the front yard.
“Hungry, Dougy?” she teased.
“Yes, please,” he begged.
He had not eaten for over twenty-four hours. She dumped the hash onto the ground and stepped into it, mashing it into the sole of her shoe. Then she held it before his mouth.
“Eat up, doggy I mean Dougy,” she mocked.
He licked the food from the bottom of her shoe, dirt and all. She mashed more into her shoe.
“Here’s some more yummy food for you,” she said.
This went on and on until he ate it all.
“Bet you’re thirsty now too, Dougy?”
“Yes, please, Mistress Bonnie,” he groaned.
She picked up a hose and sprayed it at the ground until there was a puddle.
“Drink up, baby.”

While Doug winced, knowing he had no choice but to drink from the muddy puddle if he wanted any water at all, Joanne walked over to another slave. This one was barely eighteen and was on his knees in the yard with his arms raised up and his hands behind his neck. His head was tilted back. He seemed frozen into that position. His mouth was wide open and small whimpering sounds were coming out. Gail joined Joanne.
“Looks like his vocal cords are starting to work again,” Gail said.
“Yes, that’s always the first part of the paralysis that wears off,” Joanne said.
“How long has he been paralyzed here?” Gail asked.
“Three days now,” Joanne said. “He complained about something, the food or some such. I don’t remember. I didn’t care. I just know he complained and that I never forget or forgive.”
“Wow, three days without food or water?” Gail said. “He must be desperately thirsty.”
“I’d imagine so,” Joanne said.
“Lucky for him I happen to have some liquids in desperate need of removal and he is so conveniently kneeling there with his slave mouth wide open.”
Joanne grinned.
“Help yourself.”
Gail stripped her short pants off and straddled the face of the paralyzed young man as his eyes widened. She pressed her crotch tightly onto his mouth.
“Drink up, slaveboy,” she said.
Then she began pissing, flooding his mouth with her golden urine. She kept her crotch tightly sealed within his lips so he could not let any of it out and pinched his nose shut with her fingers.
“Come on, baby, drink or drown,” she laughed.
He tried to spit it out but he realized his dilemma. There was no way he could breathe until he swallowed her piss and then breathed through his mouth. So he desperately began swallowing. But she kept right on pissing and he found himself gulping it down, fighting his reflex to lose it until he swallowed it all. She pissed a few more squirts into his open mouth and then stepped away.
“I feel so much better,” she sighed.
“Here,” Joanne said. “Allow me to flush the toilet for you.”
She took a few steps back. He made pathetic whimpering noises, trying to beg. She charged forwards like a football player in the old days ready to do the kick-off and drove the toe of her heavy boots directly into his hanging balls. His eyes bulged like they were going to explode out of his head and his entire body convulsed and quivered in place. But he did not move. The paralysis still held him. Tears of agony ran from his eyes.
“Yeah that’s right, cry me a river, you disobedient fuck,” Joanne laughed.
Then she hauled off and kicked him in the nuts again as he made choking, gurgling sounds and turned blue.
“He’ll probably never be able to reproduce if you keep doing that,” Gail smirked.
“Oh, I’m sure already that he’ll never reproduce,” Joanne grinned. “I’ve already kicked him in the nuts like that at least a couple of dozen times a day. Haven’t I, Crushed Nuts?”
“Crushed Nuts?” Gail laughed.
“Yes, that’s his name now,” Joanne said. “Isn’t it, asshole?”
She hauled off but Gail put her hand on Joanne’s shoulder.
“May I?” she asked.
“Be my guest,” Joanne said.
First, Gail pulled back and kicked him right in the kneecap. He let out a cry but didn’t move. The solid muscles in his leg quivered a little.
“Wow, he is really paralyzed,” she laughed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes. His eyes pleaded but knew it was hopeless.
“Poor baby can’t move a muscle can he?” she cooed. “Too bad I can.”
Then she drove her knee full force into his balls. Then she did it again. He was shaking in agony despite the paralysis.
“One for the road,” she said.
She kicked him hard in the nuts, squishing them and leaving them a mess. Then, Joanne and Gail walked on, chatting as if the paralyzed male was not right there in unspeakable agony as his ruined nuts hung heavy.

Meanwhile, Doug had finished drinking and Bonnie was leading him away by the leash as he crawled on all fours.
“Speed it up, asshole,” Patti said.
She hauled off and kicked him right between the cheeks as he crawled and he was grateful she did not kick him in the nuts.

Bonnie led him over a hill. Once they were out of sight of the house, she said, “You can stand up and walk now.”
Grateful, he rose to his feet.
“You’ve become a very obedient slave,” she said. “You certainly are not perfect but you are getting there.”

As Bonnie led him into the lecture hall they were headed for, she noticed that, as always, there were about fifty women to every male. The few males present were either serving as seats for women or serving them drinks. Then things quieted as the speaker headed to the lecture platform.
“Good evening ladies- and males,” she smiled.
There was clapping and laughter.
“As we all know, things have been drastically different in the years since the plague. With ninety-eight percent of the male population killed and reproduction continuing to result in only two percent of births being male, we took over. Of course, we have developed means of artificial insemination since males had to learn to be obedient…”
Of course, these were things everyone already knew. She was just giving a brief synopsis before getting to the agenda for the future. Bonnie snapped her fingers and Doug dropped to all fours in front of her. She stood on his hands and grinded her shoes into them as he winced and whimpered. Then she sat down and enjoyed the lecture, punctuated as it was by the music of his cries.

  
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