Haunted House Trample

As recently as three months ago I would have said no, there is no way.  After all, how could a woman walk all over you (or why would she)  without realizing what was going on? But, believe it or not, one of my  clients, let's call him Bob, found a way to get women to do just that--a  really ingenious way! First let me tell you what he did, and then I'll  tell you how to arrange for women to trample all over you without them  knowing it! Bob is the owner of a spook house in, let's say Ohio  (although it isn't), which contracts out for the "Ohio" state fair and  other such goings on. Like you, he has fantasized since childhood of  cruel women who would crush him underfoot without hesitation, who would  walk right over him as though nothing were in their way, and who would  make him suffer beneath their weight with no concern for him whatsoever.  Now, as an adult, Bob has found a way to make the trampling goddesses  of his childhood fantasies come to life and step all over him without  mercy. He has found a way by using his spook house. Bob's spook house is  one of those pitch-black dark places people can walk through with  winding pathways that go over and around odds and ends. People who go  through are guided along by a handrail. The floor is uneven with unusual  shapes to walk over, both soft and hard. There are also noises which  suddenly scare them, ghosts that jump out at them, and things that hang  in their faces, etc. If you've ever been to a state fair or carnival,  I'm sure you've been in such places before. At one location in his spook  house, about 2/3 rds of the way into it, Bob has two carpet rolls lying  across the path that people have to walk over. In the dark it is  impossible to tell what the carpet rolls are, and walking over them is  all part of the fun. To fulfill his fantasy, Bob lies down between the  rolls wedging the sides of his body against each of them exposing only  his chest and stomach. His face and crotch are out of line with the main  path so those parts of his body are spared. By lying in this position  he is assured that no woman can complete the spook house tour without  stepping right on him! And, because there are carpet rolls on either  side of him, women have to step down onto him from the first carpet roll  so he guesses that he doesn't feel much like a body to them--but  probably feels like just some more of the same kind of soft, hard, or  lumpy stuff they've already been walking on. In fact, Bob has littered  the path through the spook house with things to step on that he imagines  feel like a body. That way, when the women get to him, he just feels  like more of the same! During the fair, Bob hires a school-kid to sell  tickets and tells him that he, Bob, has to remain inside at all times so  he can keep his eyes used to the dark, and also so he can operate some  of the ghosts and be there in case anyone has an accident or tries to  vandalize the spook house. He puts a black coating on his face and hands  and wears black cloths. None of this seems suspicious because, after  all, he is the operator of the spook house. Then he just spends the day  inside waiting to see who comes in by the lighted entry. Usually it is a  woman with a boyfriend. Bob is totally turned off by the idea of a man  walking on him, so in cases when couples come in he goes over to a  creaky wooden bridge about half way into the spook house that the couple  must walk over. Standing in the darkness alongside of the bridge, which  is about waist high to him, Bob watches how the couple approaches the  bridge (he can just barely make out their shadows). Then he puts his  hands down right in the woman's path. Since there are already lumps and  bumps on the bridge to walk over (the couple are usually giggling and  feeling their way along) the woman thinks nothing of it when she feels  Bob's hands under her feet--she just puts her full weight down! And  since she is proceeding along slowly, the crushing of Bob's hands is  often sustained and intense. Then, by moving silently along the edge of  the bridge after being crushed (which is easy to do because it is very  noisy in the spook house) Bob is able to get the same woman to walk over  his hands at least three more times! Sometimes Bob even crosses the  fingers of the hand he puts in the way, or folds his fingertips under  his hand just before the woman walks over it. That way the crush under  her foot is extra severe. This game of hand-crushing, however, can have  its dangerous side. Bob told me that one time a large, big-boned blonde  came in with her boyfriend. She must have been at least 6' tall! She had  long legs and was wearing a halter top which showed off a pair of  enormous breasts that bobbled heavily when she walked. She was also  wearing attractive shoes with stacked heels. Bob got very excited when  he saw her enter the spook house, so he quickly moved into position and  put his hands down on the dark wooden bridge right in her path. As she  walked onto the bridge Bob could just barely make out her towering  shadow with his dark-sensitized eyes. He could also hear her heels as  they thumped along the bridge--so he waited, heart pounding, wondering  what would happen to his hands when this big, huge chested girl walked  on them with her hard shoes. But, instead of stepping on Bob's hands,  the big blonde stepped right on his fingertip with her stacked  heel--full weight--and then just stood there--patiently waiting for her  boyfriend to catch up to her!! To Bob's horror, the large, busty blonde  who had entered his spook house only a minute earlier had now become a  towering silhouette in the dark who, unknowingly, was crushing him into  the throws of silent agony with what was obviously the weight of an  Amazon. The crush was so severe that Bob had to cover his mouth with his  other hand to keep from screaming, although he silently mouthed a plea  for mercy as he looked up through the darkness at the towering shadow of  the woman who had now become for him the cruel giantess of his  childhood crush fantasies. But she gave him no mercy, rather, she ground  his fingertip under her heel as she turned to greet her boyfriend who  had finally joined her. As she pivoted on her heel, Bob couldn't help  but to moan loudly in agony. But his outcry of torment was lost among  the many recorded moans and groans of the spook house ghosts that played  incessantly over the loudspeakers--so the blonde giantess moved on,  completely unaware that the massive weight of her long legs, wide hips,  sizable curvy rear, and huge breasts had just combined to crush helpless  little "fingerman" to death beneath her hard stacked heel. A day after  this incident, the nail on Bob's ring finger, which had been crushed  mercilessly beneath the big blonde's stacked heel, turned black and fell  off! He says that one side of his fingertip is still numb. Bob also  says that he is trying to work up the nerve to lay his c--- down on the  bridge sometime, perhaps in the path of a young girl who doesn't weigh  too much. But still, he is afraid of getting it crushed--good thinking  Bob! Whenever he sees women enter the spook house together, or in  groups, Bob positions himself between the carpet rolls. Women often  enter in groups because Bob has the foresight to put out a sign saying  "Lady's day, all ladies admitted half price." Sometimes, he even puts  out a sign that says ladies free every Monday, (or Tuesday, etc.,  whichever day it happens to be). It works great! The women who come  through are almost always 40 years old or younger; old women don't  bother. Bob also saves himself from being killed by high heels with a  sign that cautions women to remove spike heels and carry them. That way  he is safe from the awesome crush of heels and also gets to experience  some stocking foot trampling. When a woman comes close to where Bob is  lying he can't move or he will give himself away. In a word, once he  let's her get close enough, he is committed to going under her feet. At  that point Bob begins to feel overcome by his childhood fantasies. As he  lies there in the dark directly in the path of the approaching woman,  he imagines that he is a small boy who has fallen down in the spook  house. As the shadow of the woman looms above him he likes to whisper,  though never loud enough for her to really hear, "Please, Ma'am, I fell  down and got stuck, can you help me up?" But of course the woman doesn't  notice the "small boy" and proceeds forward--"oh god, no! please ma'am,  don't crush me! don't crush me!" But the towering woman remains unaware  of her little victim and steps down. The "small boy," in spite of his  pleading and begging, is then crushed under the foot of a full-grown  woman, crushed by her overwhelming adult weight, crushed without mercy  like a bug in her path, and sometimes the poor "boy" is even trampled by  the woman as she enjoys the strange feel of what she has discovered  beneath her feet! The women who step on Bob have no idea that they are  walking on a person, so they don't spare him at all! Bob says that the  crushing he gets from some of the taller or heavier women who come  through the spook house is so severe, especially if two women step on  him at the same time, that if he really were the boy he pretends to be,  he would have literally had his insides squashed right out of him on  more than a few occasions! In fact, sometimes when the kid Bob has hired  has annoyed him, Bob likes to imagine tying the kid up, gagging him,  and laying him down between the carpet rolls. Bob especially likes that  idea because the kid is short, which means that while the kid's chest  and stomach would certainly be right in the women's path, his face would  be in their way, too! Then Bob imagines positioning one of the speakers  that plays ghost screams all the time right near the kid to cover any  sounds of his struggling. Next, Bob fantasizes about going out front and  offering a free tour of the spook house to the tallest and heaviest  women who happen by! Finally, after sending a couple of dozen or so of  these big girls through, he imagines going in and scraping up whatever  is left of the kid off of the hard floor! (My goodness! How mean can you  get, Bob?) One of the most exciting things for Bob is that when a woman  approaches his position between the carpet rolls he never knows exactly  what will happen. As he lies there imagining himself a small trapped  boy most of the women who unknowingly fulfill his fantasy step right on  his stomach. Then they put their full weight down. Bob's strong stomach  muscles are all that save him from having his organs rearranged as some  of the women are surprisingly heavy. Other times, women step on his  chest. The worst problem for Bob is women who look like they are wearing  flats when they come in the entry but who, it turns out, are really  wearing 1/2" heels. Those heels come to the same hard small point as  spike heels do but are not quite able to puncture through Bob's skin  because of their short length. However, when a woman walks over his ribs  with those hard 1/2" heels it is all that Bob can do to keep from  screaming beneath the terrible crush! Those awful heels leave deep  little craters on his chest and stomach that first turn white with a red  ring around them and later become black and blue! Sometimes when the  women step onto the second carpet roll, they fall back and use him for a  landing place. When that happens it is hard for him not to make a sound  and he is sure that it is just a matter of time before a woman wearing  stacked or 1/2" heels breaks his ribs falling back like that. But he has  to keep quiet at all costs, even when women sometimes stand on his  stomach with both feet and do a little dance saying something to their  friends like, "Ooh, it's so squishy! It feels like Jello--and you can  bounce on it! See?" Even when that happens, he has to lie there as he is  trampled under their feet, he can't do a thing about it or he'd get  caught. But this amazing game can be dangerous as well. Bob told me of  three times when he thought he was in real trouble--not from being  caught, but from actually being seriously injured or even killed under  the feet of women. The first time he was almost killed was when two  women came over from a dance wearing formal dress and high heels. When  they entered the spook house they removed their heels as the sign  requested. But Bob had noticed that one of the women was quite heavy,  heavier, he thought, than any woman who had ever stepped on him before.  He wanted to lie down for her, though, because she was pretty, sort of  like a weighty version of Delta Burke. He was also curious about how it  would feel to be under such a heavy woman. Her girlfriend, he had  noticed, was pretty tall and no cream-puff herself. As they approached  him in the darkened spook house, the two women were walking side by side  to help each other keep balance since they were carrying their shoes.  The first one stepped right on Bob's chest with her large stocking feet.  He felt the air being pressed out of him and guessed from experience  that she must have weighed about 160 pounds. This, he knew, had to be  the taller girlfriend, not the heavy one. So he waited for her to step  off of him so he could prepare for the weight of the big woman. But  since the woman standing on his chest wasn't wearing shoes his body must  have felt interesting to her because she said laughingly, "Hey, this  feels like a dead body!" At which point she mercilessly rocked his chest  under the crush of her large stocking feet squashing all the air from  his lungs. Then Bob heard the heavy woman approach, "Well," she said,"  if he isn't dead now he will be after I step on him!" Bob could hear  both women laughing as he felt a third stocking foot, just as large as  the two already standing on him, probing his stomach for a place to  stand. Bob got scared because he was about to be crushed by the heavy  woman, but the first woman was still standing on him! She was waiting  for her heavy girlfriend to join her! By this time Bob could hardly  breathe under the crush of the first woman's large stocking feet. Like  he said, if he were just a boy, this one woman alone would have already  crushed him to death! But Bob endured the crush under the first woman  and tightened his stomach muscles very tense to take the weight of the  heavy women. When the heavy woman finally stepped down on his stomach,  Bob felt her large stocking foot sink so deep into him that he would  have doubled up except that the sizable stocking feet of the first woman  had his back pinned flat to the ground. His eyes were bulging under the  crush of the heavier woman who must have weighed almost 100 pounds more  than her girlfriend! He was desperately trying not to groan out loud.  Then the two women began walking around on him, enjoying the strange  feel of him underfoot! Bob wasn't used to women standing on him for so  long. He could feel so much pressure building up in his head from the  crush on his body he thought some arteries might burst. But the two  women kept walking around on him, laughing as they did so. As his body  continued to be mashed under 400 pounds of stocking foot crush Bob  became terrified. He couldn't breathe and he could feel his stomach  muscles beginning to weaken under the slow relentless trampling of the  laughing women's large stocking feet. As the women continued to crush  him, Bob became desperate to lie still and make no sound even tough the  combined weight of the trampling women was keeping him from breathing  and he was starting to get light headed. But then he realize that if he  fainted, and they didn't get off of him soon thereafter, he would  actually die from lack of air--literally having been trampled to death  under the stocking feet of these woman! He thought he might best cry out  for mercy and take his chances. But before he could, the heavy women  started walking up his chest almost crushing his ribs beneath the  massive press of her stocking feet and said, "Hey, has this thing got a  head?" With horror, Bob pictured his head under the stocking foot of  this huge woman! Judging by the tremendous crush she was putting down on  his chest, he knew that she probably had the weight to literally press  his skull flat! But, just as he was about to gasp out loud for her to  stop, she slipped. Her stocking foot slid right off of Bob's chest  toward his throat. Fortunately, her foot didn't come down on his throat  but, instead, her stocking toes stepped on the side of his neck and the  first carpet roll took the weight of her stocking heel. At the same  time, she dropped her high heeled shoe onto Bob's forehead which so  surprised him that he almost cried out. The spike heeled shoe then  bounced off his forehead and landed upside down over Bob's mouth and  nose. Still, he had to just lie there, breathing deeply from the heavy  aroma of the huge woman's spike heeled shoe and praying not to be  caught. Then she bent down and began feeling for her shoe with her hands  and by pure luck found it before finding his face. Finally, the two  women stepped off of him and continued their tour. The worst part of the  whole experience, of course, had been that he was almost killed. If the  heavy woman had stepped down on his throat with her full weight it  could easily have been the end of him! From that time on, Bob kept his  chin tightly tucked to his breast bone to protect his throat whenever a  woman walked on his chest. The second incident was a transcendent  experience for Bob, but again, he was quite injured and almost killed.  In this case, two bus loads of teenage girls from a local Catholic  school came through the spook house on a free pass he had sent them for  their field trip to the fair. As the large crowd of young girls entered  the spook house Bob positioned himself between the carpet rolls. This  time his heart was pounding more than usual. When he was a boy he had  gone to a parochial school for a time and he could remember observing  the teenage girls as they left school for the day and watching their  feet tramp by the open basement window where his classroom was. He had  dreamed of being under those trampling feet--and now his dream was  actually coming true! This time it wasn't just one or two women who  would step on him, this time he had placed himself literally right in  the way of a 60 girl stampede--just like in his fantasy! As Bob lay  there in the blackness, down in the scent of old carpet and sawdust, he  became more tense then he had ever been. Over the loudspeakers howling  their ghost noises and banshee shrieks he could hear the loud laughter,  chatter, and squeals of delight of 60 schoolgirls as they tramped and  stumbled their way toward him in the dark. He began to think that with  so many girls he might somehow get caught. Perhaps some would lose their  balance and fall all over him and he'd be found out. But as they got  closer he suddenly felt a greater fear go through him. This new fear was  caused by the sound of so many girl's voices accompanied by the ever  louder thumping and trampling of scores of hard soled patent leather  shoes (which were part of their uniforms), all coming toward him in the  inky darkness. He began to wonder if maybe this girl stampede wasn't  such a good idea. He recalled seeing the girls getting off the buses and  that some of them were pretty tall--almost full-grown. For a moment he  thought of getting out of their way. But when he heard how young their  voices sounded as they drew near, and when he could smell the sweet  perfumes that young girls like to wear wafting down over him, Bob not  only decided to stay put, he got a terrible hard on. Then, as a  spontaneous reaction to his excitement, he pulled his c--- out of his  pants thinking that he might somehow rub himself as they walked on him  although he wasn't sure how because he had to keep his arms pinned at  his sides under the edges of the carpet rolls. Even in the inky  blackness Bob knew when the girls in the lead reached his place because  the first carpet roll along his right side sank down under someone's  weight. "What's this?" some girl said, as she stood on the first carpet  roll. She sounded very young, but her shadow looked quite tall. Bob's  heart was pounding. The voices of many young girls answered her, "Go  on." "Keep going." But she stayed where she was. Then Bob felt the  carpet roll depress further and further. God, Bob thought, How many  girls are standing on the carpet roll alongside of me? Looking up  through the dark Bob thought he saw the shadows of four girls, perhaps  five, all in a row looming above him. He could see the combined outlines  of their pleated skirts directly over him. He could smell their clean  cloths and the scent of soap, hair-spray and perfume, and dimly, he  sensed a collection alongside him of long white legs like a forrest of  birch in the starlight. All the girls seemed to be standing abreast,  intimidated from going forward by the feel of the carpet roll. Bob could  also hear screams and squeals from girls far away which reminded him of  just how many girls there were in the spook house. "Go on!" Said one of  the girls standing over him. Bob trembled in anticipation, bracing  himself, tightening his stomach muscles, and forcing his chin down  tightly over his breastbone. What happened next almost cost him his  life. The first girl to step forward was far to one side, not on the  usual path, in fact Bob was looking straight up at her. From his  position down between the carpet rolls her silhouette seemed to tower  over him making the schoolgirl look like a giantess. Then, before Bob  realized what was happening, she took the first step. To his horror, Bob  then felt the hard sole of the schoolgirl's cool, firm patent leather  shoe come down over his face! He didn't know what to do but lie very  still. The bottom of the girl's shoe felt surprisingly large--it smelled  of the street, of leather, and of her gently scented foot. No one had  ever stepped on his face before--but she wasn't stepping down--she was  feeling around with her foot, so he waited--then, without his expecting  it, another girl heavily stepped onto his stomach--the shock of feeling a  foot on his face had caused him to relax his stomach muscles without  meaning to--"Oh, gross," the girl stepping onto his stomach said, "This  is smushy!"--then the large hard sole covering his face crushed down  with an enormous pressure as the teenage girl stood upon his head with  her full weight--Bob saw stars and moaned beneath the girl's merciless  foot--when he moaned the girl crushing his face squealed at the sound  and jumped off of him using his face as a springboard; breaking his  nose--One girl said, "This is scary, come on"--then all the girls  proceeded forward--many hard soles trampled over him crushing the air  out of him--someone kicked his c--- as she passed by--it ached--a girl  stepped on his chest--a very heavy girl, her heel sank into him--it was  all happening too fast--he couldn't brace himself--there were too many  girls--these teenagers were much heavier than he had expected--two girls  on his stomach ground their feet into him and mashed him down--"Ooh,  this is squashy!"--he turned his face to one side just in time for  another, heavier girl to step on his head--she crushed his ear under her  heel causing the other side of his face to be mashed into the hard  floor beneath her weight--another girl walked over his groin--followed  by another who actually pushed his long hard c--- down under her foot  and then squashed it atop his leg as she walked on it--yet another  stepped on his stomach and said, "Bouncy!" and proceeded to hop on  him--her friend, standing on Bob's chest said, "Let me try!" As these  two bounced on his stomach they blocked the main path for the other  girls who then began to go around them. Because of this, another young  girl casually brought her foot down onto Bob's c--- but, unlike the  first girl to do so, this one stepped down between his legs forcing the  head of his c--- onto the hard floor where the young girl then stepped  on it with her solid leather heel. The crush under the teenager's foot  was so severe that Bob thought he could feel the head of his c--- burst  from its skin. His scream was covered over by another girl who, at that  very moment, walked right over his open mouth with her large foot. Her  imposing adolescent weight crushed his front teeth loose--he then turned  away and another girl stepped on his head mashing his face into the  floor--followed by another, and another who was so heavy that he thought  his skull would burst when she stepped on him--she walked over his head  quite slowly, trying to keep her balance, and after she stepped off of  him his ears were ringing--two more walked over his injured c--- which  was still hard even though it throbbed with pain--another girl stepped  down in his crotch forcing his c--- upright where it rubbed against her  firm stocking ankle--as he felt this happen another girl walked over his  head rolling it under her crushing foot making his ears ring louder--a  second girl stopped and stood on him, standing in his crotch--pinning  his upright c--- between her stocking ankle and the stocking ankle of  the girl standing next to her. "What's that?" she asked as she rapidly  moved her foot back and forth causing his c--- to quickly roll to and  fro between the two young girls' imprisoning stocking ankles. He  unloaded his come with a great squirt right up the stocking legs of both  schoolgirls. The pain from coming through his broken c--- was severe  but he also experienced the most exquisite satisfaction!

As the two girls moved on, another stepped between his legs onto his  nut-sack. She missed stepping on one of his balls, but the other was  pressed down and would have been crushed flat but for the fact that she  caught it under the edge of her heel which allowed it to pop out from  under her as she put her full weight down. Lightning flashed in Bob's  eyes and he was overwhelmed by a surge of aching agony. Bob screamed and  two other girls who had been dancing their hard soled feet deep into  his stomach squealed and jumped off. "Hey," someone yelled back to the  remaining girls, "that one makes a good noise!" "What one?" Someone  asked. In a panic of agony Bob tried to get up and escape. Instantly he  was forced back down by four more girls stepping onto him at the same  time. "Hey, this feels weird," one of the four said. Then she reached  down with her hands and felt his chest and shirt. Bob was terrified.  They were going to find him out! He had just come on two of the girl's  legs! They'd figure it all out and he'd go to jail for sure. "Hey, you  guys," the girl who had felt him shouted with glee, "it's a dead body!  Feel it." The other girls didn't touch him with their hands but walked  around on him. The weight of the four schoolgirls was terrible--it was  the heaviest crush he had ever experienced, well over 400 pounds, but he  endured it to keep from being discovered. "Go on, you guys, move" said  some more girls waiting to walk forward. "No, it's a dead body," said  the girls standing on him, "Come feel." Then, to his horror, the four  girls moved around on him to make room as three more managed to squeeze  in and join them! The girl crushing his breast bone under her hard shoes  made room by stepping one foot over onto the side of Bob's head, "Hey,"  she said, here's its head!" Bob realized in a panic that so many girls  were able to stand on him at one time because his carpet rolls were  acting like boundaries--"jesus god" Bob groaned softly, as he felt his  eyes bulging from their sockets beneath 800 pounds of teenage girl  crush, "somebody help me, I'm being crushed to death," but no one heard  him. "Doesn't this body feel weird?" he heard a girl say. "Yeah," said  another, "where'd you say its head was?" Bob couldn't breathe or move,  the young schoolgirls were crushing him alive. He heard the one above  him triumphantly answer, "Its head is under my foot." By the sound of  her voice she couldn't have been be more than 15. "Should I crush it?"  She asked. "Why not," another girl answered, "the three of us have  crushed this stomach flat!" Yeah," said another, "they're going to have  to repair this exhibit after we're done." They laughed. "Okay," said the  15-year-old, "I'll just pretend it's my little brother's head and mash  it." Then Bob felt the pressure under the hard sole of her shoe growing  steadily more intense as the teenage girl brought her weight down on his  head. Then she stood on his head and bounced her weight. "Crush! crush!  crush!" she chanted. Bob saw stars. A ringing tone in his ears  oscillated to the cruel bouncing of the teenager's weight. Then, using  her full weight she ground the side of his face mercilessly under her  foot, tearing his ear beneath her hard grinding heel. "Nope," she  announced, "it won't break." She then stepped back onto his chest. The  other six girls remained standing on him. Bob was passing out from lack  of air. Under the 800 pounds of girl crush he was becoming delirious,  But you are good girls, Catholic girls, you would never hurt anyone,  please, girls, let me go, mercy--then through the haze of his numb mind  he heard the 15-year-old girl standing at the front of his chest say,  "Maybe if I stomp its head I can smash it!" In a last desperate effort  to live, Bob tried to cry out "please miss, no" but he couldn't get air  or even move--his arms were pinned under his sides and his body was  becoming numb. Then he felt the girl shift her weight onto one foot as  she raised the other. Bob made a small pleading sound--no one heard him.  "Stomp!" the young girl shouted. There was an explosion of light in  Bob's head. His ears were ringing so loudly it was deafening. A great  pain went through his skull. "Did you flatten it?" someone asked. "Nope,  I guess it must be made of wood or plastic or something." "Well,"  another girl said, "you shouldn't break it anyway, it's private  property!" "Oh yeah," said the cruel 15-year-old, "well, if it's my  little brother's head, it deserves to be stomped flat!" She raised her  foot again while the other girls laughed. "You little brat," she said as  if talking to her helpless little brother, "You like to make faces at  me, brat? Well let's see how your little face looks after your big  sister's stomped on it!" Another great burst of light. Bob opened his  mouth and threw up. His vomiting was muffled by a banshee shriek on one  of the speakers. The girls didn't notice. They finally all stepped off  of him and proceeded on the tour. Two more girls stepped onto his chest.  He had no strength to tense his muscles any longer. This made the girls  feel heavier than ever. "Yuck, somebody's puked," said one girl as she  walked over his stomach. "Yeah," others added as they walked over him,  "someone's tossed her cookies." "Wow," it stinks in here, somebody threw  up." Because of the smell from his vomit, the next twenty girls didn't  stop on him, although they did trample over him without mercy. After it  was over, he was barely able to crawl to the back door of the spook  house and get to his trailer. His nose was smashed and his ear was  ripped. His c--- was bleeding and had a large lump in it. His stomach  and ribs were a mass of pain. He was actually covered with girls'  footprints left in images of gray dust on his black clothing. His teeth  were loose and his head ached. There was a ringing in his ears. His nose  was bleeding. His balls throbbed. But even with all this, he felt  himself getting hard thinking about the two young Catholic girls who  were now walking about the fair with his come dripping down their  stocking legs and into their shoes where they would walk on it with  their stocking feet. Would they wonder why they were wet? What would  they make of the smell? Then, in his smashed state he lay down on his  bed and jerked off his aching c--- to the memory of how he had almost  been stomped to death by a 15-year-old schoolgirl! Surely, he would have  been the first man ever to have died that way! Later, after changing  into cloths without footprints on them, he decided to go to the hospital  and tell the doctor he had been beaten up so they could make sure he  didn't have any permanent injuries. When he got there he told the doctor  that once they had knocked him down, the two thugs who mugged him had  started kicking him. The doctor agreed that it had been a very  professional going over and that he was lucky to be alive. He even had  to file a false report with the police to cover up what had really  happened to him. He spent the next two days in the hospital. You would  think that after what Bob had gone through he would have quit his little  leisure activity. And, to be sure, he did for a while. But soon his  bruises and wounds healed and then something too exciting for him to  pass up came along. On Saturday the "Ohio" State Fair was holding a Tall  Miss "Ohio" contest with rehearsals on Thursday and Friday. On Thursday  Bob went to look the contestants over and was astounded to find two  dozen women competing all of whom were 6'1" or taller! The tallest,  named Sandra, was a shocking 6'10" in her size 14 stocking feet, and,  with her 6" high heels on for the swimsuit competition, topped out at an  amazing 7'4"! Naturally, Bob gave out free passes to all of the  contestants including Sandra and waited for them at the spook house. On  Friday, two women, both about 6'4" came through the spook house. They  walked over Bob's chest one at a time. Both were wearing sandals.  Although these two women were very heavy, he had been stepped on by  heavier women before. But he had never been under any women with feet as  large as theirs! His fantasy of being a boy was wonderfully satisfied  because their feet were so large compared with him. They must have both  worn about a size 11! However, they didn't linger and he didn't suffer  too much as they walked over him. But the giantess Sandra didn't show  up. Bob was desperate for her to crush him. He became fixated on her.  What must she weigh? Even if it were as much as two women, he had  handled that before. But size 14 feet! Oh god, he had to feel what it  was like to be under those. None of the contestants came by on Friday,  and he doubted that they would bother on the day of the competition. So  he went looking for Sandra. When he found her, he offered her another  free pass to his spook house. She was standing on the stage in her high  heels looking down at him. He stood in awe before the titanic frame of  this giantess. "What's the deal?" she asked in a voice deeper than most  women's. "Why do you want me to go through your place so bad?" "No  reason," Bob said, "but I've worked very hard to make it the best and I  give free passes to everyone connected with the fair. I guess I'm just  proud of my work. It really is scary in there. "Well," the towering  giantess said, looking at him somewhat coldly, "maybe tonight after the  contest if I don't have anything better to do--if you say it's that  good." Bob waited eagerly in the spook house the rest of the day. Oh  man, oh man, He kept thinking to himself, he couldn't believe it! This  couldn't be happening! But as evening approached and the hours passed  Sandra didn't show up. Even though it was now dark Bob thought that she  might still come, so he waited some more. The problem was that he had to  take a leak really badly but didn't dare for fear that while he was  away giant Sandra would come by. So he waited. An hour later, when the  fair was about to close, he saw her gigantic form enter the spook house.  The contest was over and it was a hot night. The giantess was still in  her swimsuit. She was barefoot and carrying her huge high heels in her  enormous hands. Bob quickly lay down between the carpet rolls, heart  pounding. Oh god! He thought. I don't believe this is happening. What  must she weigh? It was very late and they were all alone in the spook  house. Even the kid out front had left Bob to close up. Slowly he could  hear the giantess approaching. When she reached his position he looked  up and saw looming before him the most enormous silhouette he had ever  seen in his life. He braced himself for the crush. For just an instant  he feared that with her great stride, she might step right over him. But  then he felt her gigantic foot, warm and huge, slowly covering the  entire width of his lower abdomen. Then he felt the massive sole of her  huge foot as it began to crush down--oh no! he thought--she was stepping  right on his full bladder! She put her full weight down. The crush on  his bladder from the weight of the giantess was so appalling that  despite his efforts to hold it in, a high pressure stream of piss was  forced right out his cock. The horrible pain made him double up and  scream loudly. His piss continued to squirt into his pants in a fine  stream under the enormous pressure of the towering woman's huge foot. He  waited in agony for her to get off of him, but she didn't. She just  stood there. Had she heard him scream? Then she turned, grinding her  giant bare heel into him forcing more piss to gush out. Then she stepped  up onto his chest with both feet so she was facing him. He felt the air  rush from his body as her huge feet completely squashed his chest down  beneath her immense weight. Her feet were so long that even though her  large toes were almost touching his chin, her bare heels were pressing  down on his stomach! He groaned, "oh jesus!" This time she must have  heard him! He could feel the blood pressure building up in his hot face  as spittle ran out of the corners of his mouth. In terror he groaned  loudly as he could, "Get off, get off!" But the enormous woman just  stood there. Then he heard her say in her deep woman's voice from so far  above him, "I thought something funny was going on over here, so I  decided to see for myself. So, this is your little game, is it? You want  to feel what it's like to have a giant woman step on you. Am I right,  you little pervert?" Then she leaned back a bit, sinking her huge, heavy  bare heels into his soft stomach. "Oh, mercy!" he gurgled as some of  his stomach acid roiled up into his mouth beneath the crush of her  weight. "Are you enjoying yourself down there, little man?" she asked  sarcasticly. "You know," she continued, while he struggled desperately  to breathe beneath her overwhelming weight, "I've always wondered what  it would be like to crush a little man like you. I guess I'm going to  find out tonight, aren't I?" As her giant feet moved about playing with  him beneath her dreadful weight he groaned, "that would be murder.  p..p..pl..please, get off me!" "No," the giantess said, "it would just  be an accident. They'll see what you were doing in here and put it all  together. Now!" she said with more force in her powerful voice, "Prepare  yourself, little man, because I'm going to crush you to death! I'm  going to step on your head and squash it under me like a mellon! I want  to feel your puny brains ooze up between my big toes!" He turned his  face away. "n..n..no," he whimpered. Then he felt the bottom of her  enormous bare foot as it covered the side of his face, dwarfing his head  by comparison. Then she started to press down, slowly. "Crush!" the  immense woman said through her teeth. Then, like the time before when  the young girl had stood on his head, he saw stars and his ears started  to ring. But unlike the last encounter, this time the weight on his head  continued past the weight of the schoolgirl, slowly becoming heavier  and heavier. He felt like his head was in some great machine press and  there was no way to stop it. Heavier! He shut his eyes. Even heavier!  "I'm going to crush youuuu!" She hissed. His head was going to burst!  Still Heavier! He shut his eyes and waited for the explosion, groaning,  "oh goddess, no, i don't want to die, i'll do anything." Suddenly, the  growing pressure halted where it was, and then, slowly, she released him  from the awesome crush beneath her enormous foot. "Really?" she said.  "Okay then, let's play first." She was still standing on the chest of  the terrified man. His ribs felt as though they might all suddenly burst  at once. "pl..pl..please. i can't breathe." "That's not my problem!"  she said severely. "Here," she said thrusting her toes in his face,  "suck my big toe!" He dutifully opened wide and received an enormous toe  which filled his whole mouth. She then cruelly wiggled her long toe so  as to rake the back of his throat with her toe nail. He gagged and tried  to cough, but she continued to plunge her huge toe in and out of his  moist mouth giving him no relief from the choking. "I've been standing  in those hot heels all evening, little man, so lick between my toes!  Bathe my foot, you worm." Desperate for her mercy he plunged his tongue  between he toes and licked them clean. Sometimes while he cleaned  between her moist toes she cruelly grabbed his tongue between them and  squeezed it. "This floor is dirty," she announced. "Lick the bottoms of  my feet." She presented him with the enormous wrinkled soles of her  gigantic size 14 feet for cleaning, first one, then the other. Her feet  were dirty from the floor of the spook house, but in his terror he had  no choice but to lick the dirt from her massive soles. As he licked the  bottoms of her feet he said, "pl..pl..please...don't step down...don't  kill me. i...meant you...no harm....i'm just...a....useless  pervert....but i...don't deserve to....die." Then the giantess stepped  off of him placing her huge feet on each of the carpet rolls. "All  right," she said, "but don't you move." "i..i.. won't, i swear." He  heard noises above him in the dark like she might be rearranging her  swimsuit. "This is for you," she said, her voice coming down from the  darkness. Then something warm sprinkled down on him. This was followed  by the forceful splatter of a constant torrent. She was pissing on him!  He turned his face trying not to drown. The deluge from the giantess  seemed to last forever and he just lay there beneath it whimpering in  silent humiliation. Finally the splattering stream coming down from the  darkness above him stopped. "One more thing," the huge woman said. "I  need to leave my mark on you so you will remember this night." Then he  heard the hard "klop" of something landing on the concrete floor next to  his head. He could tell by the sound that she had dropped her large  shoe. Then she dropped the other shoe on the other side of him. Next,  the gigantic woman shuffled the shoes around with her huge feet, first  one and then the other, as she stepped into them and stood tall in the  dark to a towering height of 7'4". "oh god," he said, "what are you  doing?" "Your head or your hand!" she said. "what?" "Which do you want  me to step on with my 6" spike heel, your head or your hand?" "oh,  pl...please, no." he moaned. "oh god, my h..h..hand, i suppose." "Now,"  the giantess purred, "be a good little boy and put the palm of your hand  under mommy's heel, come on now, you don't want me to get mad, do you?  Don't worry," she added, "mommy won't step down too hard, just enough to  teach the naughty little boy a lesson." Terrified, he slowly turned his  left hand palm up and slid in beneath the hard point of the long  stiletto heel that she had raised up slightly for him right alongside  his trembling face. With his palm under the hard point of the heel he  could feel the bottom of the massive curving arch of her size 14 shoe  with his fingertips. "pl..please, don't," he begged. Then he saw the  titanic silhouette lean to one side. There was a sickening SCRUNCH sound  and he screamed in agony. The pain from his hand was so extreme he  tried to pull it out from under her. But his hand was unmovable--it was  nailed to the floor by her long spike heel! "Oh God! Oh My God!!" he  screamed. Through his screams he heard her laughter, "What's the matter,  baby?" the crushing giantess said tauntingly, "Did mommy step down with  her spike heel just a little too hard?" She raised her foot off of him,  but his hand raised up with it, stuck to the stiletto heel! She had to  shake his hand loose while he pulled it off the spike. She then turned  and left the spook house, thumping along the wooden walkway in her giant  heels to the accompaniment of his screams of agony. Bob raised his  smashed hand up high above his head because the pain became unbearable  when he let it rest at his side. As he raised his hand up he could feel  warm rivulets of blood running down his wrist. Terrified, he tucked his  smashed hand under his right armpit and made his way out the back to the  trailer. In the light he saw to his horror that there was an entrance  hole in his left palm that went clean through to the back of his hand  where he could see the whites of broken bones surrounding the exit hole.  He put on a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. He rushed to the hospital  where they removed the tourniquet and replaced it with a band they wound  around and around his entire forearm until his hand was white as a  sheet. Then they cauterized the wound which hurt like hell. He was  trying to think of what to tell the doctor this time (oddly, he had the  same emergency room doctor as last time) when the doctor said to the  nurse, "Gunshot wound to the hand, through and through, looks like about  .25 caliber. Hey, pal, do you know who shot you?" Bob said that he had  no idea and they all agreed he was lucky to have been shot in the hand  rather than someplace else like the head. Bob agreed. He then filed  another fake police report while he waited for the hand specialist to  operate on him. Bob's hand is mostly recovered now, but he still can't  make a tight fist of carry heavy bags with his left hand. And the  giantess was correct, there is a deep circular scar in the center of his  palm by which to remember her. Was Bob finally done with his addiction?  No. He is as hooked as ever. He tells me that he now has added  something new to his place of "work." Deep in the spook house he now has  a staircase leading up to a gallows where lights flash on a hanging man  with worms coming out of his eyes. The customers enjoy it. Then, as  they prepare to descend the other side of the staircase, they look down  into two floodlights shining up at them from the sides of the stairs  near the floor. These two lights blind the customers to the inky  blackness at the foot of the stairs. A recorded voice says, "Enter the  black pit of doom at your peril!" The stairs narrow to single file at  the bottom where they find that the wooden walkway continues through the  dark over various odds and ends. At the foot of the stairs Bob has made  a face-in-the-floor set up that he learned from me (see two issues  back). He lies under the stairs and floorboards with his blackened face  fitted into an oval cut in the floorboard right at the foot of the  stairs. He braces the back of his head with a board. The floodlights are  just above him pointing up. He has a half-step stair that he can pull  out from under the last step on the stairs to cover his face when men  come down the stairs. Men descending the stairs, therefore, find the  last step past the floodlights down into the darkness to be an odd half  step before reaching the ground. But a woman who steps out into the  darkness will unknowingly bring her foot down on a living  face-in-the-floor! So now Bob lies there, watching as the latest in a  long line of female torturers stands at the top of his staircase, the  staircase which leads directly to his trapped face. She is tall, blonde  and about 30-years-old looking something like a younger version of Cibil  Sheppard. She is wearing a short skirt and what appear to be cute  stylish shoes with firm, but small leather heels. She is bathed in the  floodlights. From Bob's position, as she descends the stairs, she  appears enormous. She is looking right down at Bob (although she can't  see him through the floodlights) making him feel like a bug that she has  decided to go and step on. He lies there helplessly, looking up her  skirt as she approaches, looking at her long stocking legs, large  stocking thighs, and full-sized pantied crotch--watching as her large  sexy feet tromp down the stairs closer and closer to his small helpless  face--an enormous goddess coming to crush the little boy at the bottom  of the stairs--coming to crush him to death! Finally, she towers over  him, raises her large foot and steps down into the darkness. Bob looks  up at the bottom of her foot pleading silently with her, waiting for his  delicate face to once again experience the terrible crush found under  the foot of a full-grown woman who has no idea she is stepping on  anything of significance. Bob knows he is crazy. His nose is now flat  like a boxer's because it has been broken so often. And, he is sure that  someday he'll take one chance too many and let a tall, beautiful woman  step on him with a hard or sharp heel that will cost him an eye. But,  until then, he remains a small, helpless boy at the feet of grown women  who step on him without mercy, press him flat beneath their adult  weight, and crush him into ecstasy.