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Bus Stop pt. 12 (ID #1342223)
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The young college women start to push forward in mass on me. Two to three shoes parked, and angled nastily down on my neck as the young women stomp their feet jockeying for position to board up the narrow bus steps. One shoe stomps on my head again. I see stars, as another cute looking toe, rams into my face. Flat heels sink into my hand skin, and twist my flesh into tight bunches. One young woman places both her wet, grass stained shoes on my face, and pushes forward against the crowd. My jaw has a cracking sound.
Blinding white pain again. Lights out! But only for a moment. I dare not pass out.
Then a new pair of black leather shinny low heel shoes comes, digging her heels into the earth slowly along side of me, as some others are walking now just on the damp grass.
This woman’s heels seem deceivingly wide from the side at first glance. The backs of her heels are worn as if she drives a car. Her shoes are big about a size 9 ½ or 10. As I look at her heel back’s I think to myself:
“These are the same heels and soles that can control a two ton car just as easily as they can crush me.” The woman slowly comes closer, a tall woman as I can just only see her black nylon colored long legs.
I get excited smelling her sharp shoe scent and extravagant perfume as she stands next to me. Suddenly she hammers her one heel down on my back. Then with her other gusty black shoe, she twists her heel firmly into my busted up arm. Then her firm hard leather sole clamps down on my wrist. I then stare at her close-up black heel as it angles back and forth against my arm, for no apparent reason.
Her heel continues to sink in deeper into my skin as the pain grows more than I thought possible under this mean stepping foot.
Then the woman who now has my full attention leans down as if to pick up something and whispers; “I see you...!”
The waiting city bus is quickly filling with a new load of Jr. college women. They are grinding their feet on me as they struggle to board the bus. Since the bus is on the park’s grassy area, the bus step is high up. Several young women swarm around the front of the bus entranceway, standing firm, and not backing off an inch to anyone. Just as they’ll do in the corporate world!
They don’t want to be left behind.
“Hey move up there, move! I want to get on too!” -- A bold young one yelling at the others.
A three-inch block heel, grinds against my ear, as the sole of another young women well worn black uniformed shoe, twists solidly against my head.
She yells as she struggles to push her way on-board, grinding her gritty shoe sole against my squished in face. Her heavy twisting foot leaves my face, but then her thick heel quickly falls back on my hammering busted jaw! Ahhhhh! Searing lightning pain into is flashed in my head. Her last step onto the bus didn’t last long, as she was pushed off. She now stand’s with both angry feet with hard worn heels, side by side on my face.
“You F..in #$#@$’” or words to that effect! “
Yelling, as she stamps one foot down on my head, and then she slides off my face, pinching my skin between her earthy smelling soles, and the hard dirt below. I puke my guts into the dirt, at the same time another colligates owners platform boot kick’s the back of my head. This woman does not even let me be sick, as her big heel blurs down in front of my face, scraping her sharp edged heel against my nose.
“Get out of my way, let a big girl get on.”
My nose is now bloodied, as another strangers foot stamps down on my face.
Six pairs of legs and heels crush the all the air out of me. The regular women commuters are lined up from my legs up to my neck, waiting to board the bus. My face is being pulverizing by strong young feet twisting their heels, stepping forward on me once more. Smiling, happy young women, in their hast, jamming their heels into my hands, neck and face, to get a better footing, for their last desperate push to board the crowded front bus steps. The bus drive yells at the eager stepping women
“I’m full!” “Wait there’s another bus just seven minutes behind me!”
With that he quickly closes the front doors, leaving the rest of the young women still standing with all their weight on my neck, arms and busted up face. The bus then lumbers off the grassy area, and thumps back into the street with a cloud of diesel smoke.
“So you like being under women’s feet!” The tall woman speaks.as if to herself.
Who are you talking too? --- One of the college women asks the tall woman as she steps to the side and looks oddly at her. The young women shoe, kicks scrapes the top of my hidden head, as she turned. Then the tall woman then steps forward and squats down to the ground. She’s standing on me with both shoes nailed up on my shoulders. She feels with her hand through the layers of leafs to my face, so she can get a better look at me. She then leans over and say’s in a low sultry voice.
“Hi” “My name is Bonnie”. What’s your name?
The college girl gives the tall woman a wide-eyed look, she just thinks this woman is talking to herself. Bonnie then strokes my face with her warm well-manicured fingers. Then using only three fingers, with her polished red nails pinches into my face, for a hand hold, as she leans back, balances squatting on my dislocated shoulder. The college girl looks at her friends, winks and they all move far away from the crazy lady. Bonnie then shifts her weight, leaning back on her heels more. My dislocated shoulder remembers it’s still a part of me, and quietly tells me with mind numbing pain.
“Here is something to wet your whistle.”
“You’ve must have been here all morning with nothing to drink!”
“You can have my Coffee”
Bonnie then pours out her hot coffee from her 7-11 cup, down on me. The steaming coffee burns my face and neck, as Bonnie’s 140 pounds of weight, makes sure I can’t escape.
“Did you enjoy it?” “I’m so happy you did!”
I am shivering now from pain, and my wet clothes. My skin is burned, my cheek and neck by this crazy lady. I can’t even hope she’ll move on. She’s enjoying herself tormenting me.
“You know”… “If this is what you want”... Bonnie keeps talking as if to herself.
“I’m going to enjoy helping you out!”
Bonnie then stands up, still balanced on my back. Her weight is just in one spot, as she stands motionless on me! She then leans forward, just on the soles of her shoes, to press down firmer on my throbbing back. As I moan, in pain. Bonnie say’s
“Wonderful I can fell your moans, right through my shoes” She steps down harder.
I want to be a million miles away right now. I Don’t want anybody to know I’m here. Let-a-lone some crazy woman, who really wants to hurt me. Bonnie then stamp’s a foot on me, jabbing me with her extended heel. A new sharp beam of intense pain! She then stands, again, flat footed with her total 140 pounds of body weight compacting down on my neck. She then lifts up both her shoe soles, to stand balanced only on her heels, as her weight sends cruel pain into my back.
“I hope you are enjoying this” she mutters as if to herself.
She starts to strut back and forth, walking, only on her heels, up and down my back side.
I try to move my limp left arm, in an attempt to brace myself, as her probing heels crush the daylights once more out of me, but I have no strength left to resist. Bonnie’s tall and shapely black nylon covered legs look so feminine as her small two inch heels dig deep into my body.
“I wish I had worn my sexy 4 inch heels today, you would have enjoyed them so much!
Finally Bonnie steps off of me and kicks back some leafs to cover the thinning areas on top of my body. She is very careful not to let the leaves move to reveal my position to the others. Bonnie then jumps up, and land’s with both feet on my crushed arm! Her small heel arches hook into my arm, a snapping is heard in my head, as my arm tears once more from the shoulder socket! Blinding pain. Too much!
This sexy tall woman is working up a sweat pivoting from one shoe to the other taking turns balancing on my arm and neck. I see stars as she pulverizes me under her continuing torturous heel arch. I start to pass out, but she slaps my face with her sole, keeping me awake.
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