I couldn't really say much but I lifted my head slightly and looked at her boots pressed in to my chest. She saw where I was looking and glanced down. "Well they're a bit grubby now with all this mud around. I think the least you can do is lick them clean".
With that she steadied herself with one hand on the gate post and pushed her left boot in to my face. "Lick" she demanded.
Not being in a position to do anything else I did the best I could, licking the mud off the soles and heels of both boots. It was a waste of time of course as soon as I had finished she stepped off me and into the mud on the drive again. She went back to her car without saying another word, collected her groceries and went into the house.
At this point I didn't know what to do. I tried to move my arms and wriggle my shoulders but the weight of the car had crushed me in to the soft earth and I couldn't get up. Besides the pain in my chest hurt even more when I tried to move so decided to stay where I was for now.
About 30 minutes later she was crunching back across the drive towards me. "Are you staying there? I've got to go and pick up my daughter soon"
I said nothing as she reached over me and opened the gate again. "Please yourself" she said with a smile on her face. This time when she started the car she opened the window. As the car slowly reversed towards me she was leaning out looking at my face and seemed to enjoy the look of pain as the rear wheel crossed my chest. "Now the heavy one" she said as the front tyre crushed me even further down in to the soft earth. Once in the lane she got out of the car and walked back. Bending down she lifted the cloth back over my chest and face saying "I don't want my daughter seeing you if you're still there when we come back" With that she closed the gate, returned to the car and drove off leaving me in real pain and not knowing what to do next. Of course I did nothing.
During the time she was gone I just lay very still and tried to recover. My heart beat was returning to normal and I wondered if I could take any more crushing. I still couldn't move my arms so I guess I didn't have much choice.
I'm not sure how long she was gone this time but when I heard the car coming up the lane I knew I had to try and get out of this trench. I gritted my teeth but as hard as I tried I couldn't free my arms or shoulders. It was like the wet mud was sucking me down and I was well and truly stuck. Besides, the pain of trying was really getting to me. I thought about screaming out but I didn't want her daughter to find me as I knew she would tell the whole village what had happened. So I resigned myself to what was to come.
Again the car stopped just outside the gate. I heard the car door open, the gate being unlatched and then the hard boot of this beautiful lady stepped on to my sore chest as she pushed the gate open. This time walking back to the car she stepped over me probably feeling sorry for the pain she caused but not so much as seconds later she drove over me and in to the drive. This time the pain was excruciating and every last ounce of breath seemed to be crushed out of my lungs. I heard the car door open then she was walking back towards me closing the gate. I was hoping she realised I had taken as much as I could but she showed no mercy and stood with both feet on my chest. Then I heard another pair of feet walking across the drive. "What are you looking at mum? It was her daughter.
"Just looking at the countryside, wondering what your father would have thought of the view"
That's the last I heard of the conversation as I guess her daughter, who was 17 and nearly as tall and beautiful as her mother must have come to stand by her and take in the view. Problem was she stood right on my face with both feet and was wearing hard soled school shoes with thick heels. As my head, like my body was well and truly stuck in the soft mud I could do nothing as all her weight crushed my cheeks and lips. I felt my head sink a little and she must have felt the movement under the cloth. She stepped off and asked her mother what work she was having done on the drive. I heard her mother explain and then the daughter saying "Well it's a bit lumpy under the cloth" With that she stepped back on to my face and started to use the hard rubber heel of her shoe to even out the bumps. She must have stomped really hard on my face 5 or 6 times smashing my lips and braking my nose. "There, that's better" she giggled but stayed on my face. She must have said something else to her mother who just listen and paid no attention to what her daughter had been doing to my face. After about another ten minutes the girl got off my face and I heard her say to her mother that she would go and start preparing dinner. However, mother stayed where she was, even rocking back on her heels digging them further in to my sore chest. I don't know why she continued but she must have been enjoying it. Finally she stepped off and using her left boot moved the cloth off my face revealing the damage her daughter had caused. "My word, look at your face. That must have really hurt. Why didn't you scream out and beg her to stop?
I spat some blood out of my mouth and tried to speak but I think my jaw was broken and my cheeks were red raw. The pain was just too much to make any more effort. I could feel tears running down the side of my face as I looked through two black and battered eyes at the beauty leaning over me. "You're one sick bastard" she said "you must really enjoy the pain and suffering" and with that lifted her right boot up and stamped hard on my mouth using her heel. "Enjoy that, did you"
This time I felt my front teeth crack but a yelp was all I could manage. "I think I will tell my daughter what has been going on and then she will tell everybody what a pervert you are" With that she headed to the house. Moments later they were both back. "Oh my God mum, did I do that to his face? And you recon her enjoyed it?
"Well I helped a little bit" laughed her mother.
"Pull the cloth back" she said "and show me where you ran over him" Again just using her boot she moved the cloth off my chest. The daughter bent down to take a closer look at the tyre tread pattern across my chest and the deep boot prints left by her mother.
"We should take him to hospital mum, just look at him"
"Why? it's what he wanted the sick bastard. Anyway I enjoyed driving over him and it helped relieve some of the grief of losing your father.
"Mum, you shouldn't say things like that, it's not like you" she said.
"I dare you to try it and then tell me you didn't enjoy it" said the mother with a glint of evil in her eye.
"What happens if I kill him" asked the daughter.
"You won't" she said "anyway he enjoys it remember"
"Well if you think it will be OK. Where are the keys?
"Still in the car"
As she walked back to the car my fear was growing. In my head I could hear myself screaming out "No, please, no more" but the words were just not coming out. The mother was still standing by me looking down at my broken body. "Well this is what you wanted and I hope you get everything you asked for" Again I tried to speak but before anything came out she just pushed her boot hard on my mouth and said "be quiet, don't say a word and take your punishment like a man"
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