As Kristen lay bound on the cold ground, she could hear the sounds of people walking towards her. Sure enough, she saw Sisters Andrea and Robin coming down the walkway talking and laughing. As a pledge, Kristen expected to have to undergo a lot of difficult and sometimes humiliating initiation. She never in a million years, though, would have thought she was to be literally walked all over by members of the sorority. Yet there she was, tied with her arms to her sides and her legs together, lying on her back just in front of the door. Sisters Robin and Andrea approached, looked at her, and burst out laughing. "I forgot how much fun this is," chuckled Andrea. "Well, you first, then,"smirked Robin. Andrea walked up and stood directly in front of Kristen. She then raised her right foot over her stomach. Andrea was wearing chunky knee-high boots. The heel was about 3 inches high, and very thick. Andrea herself was fairly thin - about 120 lbs, and about 5'5". Kristen wanted to shout, but her mouth was covered with duct tape. Andrea lowered her boot onto Kristen's stomach and proceeded to step up full-weight on her. Kristen felt her stomach cave under Andrea's full weight and shoes. ANdrea then began dragging her feet back and forth over Kristen's stomach, wiping the dirt from her boots. They werent very dirty, so she soon stopped and stood directly on Kristen's stomach. SHe rang the doorbell and Sister Lena, Kristen's captor, opened the door. Lena sneered down at Kristen, and welcomed Andrea to come in. Andrea stepped off of Kristen, and Kristen could feel the air rushing back into her stomach and lungs. This feeling wouldnt last long though...as Robin was taking a few running steps towards her. Robin jumped and landed on Kristen's belly with both feet. Robin was a softball player, and was very athletically built. Her frame was thick - she weighed about 150 lbs - all muscle. SHe was also quite tall - about 5'8". Kristen thought she was going to expode from the force of Robin's weight. Robin then stepped up onto Kristen's chest, and held one foot above her face. Robin sneered, as she lowered the sole of her sneaker close to Kristen's face, and Kristen's eyes grew wide with fear. Kristen started to black out from the pain of Robin, who was now standing full-weight on her face. THe last thing Kristen remembered hearing before she passed out was Robin dialing her cell phone, and saying something about walking through a lot of mud, and wearing high heals or thick boots......Kristen knew it was to be a long, painful night.
-2- When Kristen came to, she saw a fearful sight walking towards her. Trish, Jane and Maggie were coming up the walkway, all with menacing looks on their faces. Kristen could see that they had all been walking through the mud, as their shoes were covered in grime. Trish was smoking a cigarette, and Kristen was hoping very much that she would put it out before she reached her. As the sisters approached, Jane was the first to speak. "What a nice doormat our sorority house has!" THe three girls laughed. "I'm first!" shouted Maggie. Maggie was a very pretty blonde girl, although she was a littel on the heavy side. She weighed about 160lbs and was about 5'6. She was wearing a pair of those trendy chunky sneakers, and a short flouncy skirt. She stepped right up onto Kristen's stomach and began grinding those thick soles right in as she dragged her feet across her. Now Kristen felt even more humiliated...the dirt and grime from this girl's shoes was now ground into her clothes. Thankfully, Maggie didnt stay on long - but Trish hopped right on. Trish was a real beauty....very Italian-looking, with jet black hair and an olive complexion. She was also a real bitch. She stepped up onto Kristen with her black knee high boots. THey had a sharp, high heel, which Trish immediately started grinding into Kristen. She looked down at her with utter contempt, as if Kristen was some disgusting bug she was squashing. It was then Kristen realized that she still had her cigarette. As Kristen's worse fear came true, Trish dropped the burning ciggy right onto Kristen's chest, and proceeded to step on it, turning her foot from side to side. Kristen tried to scream, but the tape over her mouth muffled the noise. Trish then walked into the house, leaving Jane left standing over Kristen. Jane was another evil bitch. She came from a wealthy family, and although she wasnt all that attractive, she had a nice body, and a really bad attitude. Jane was wearing a filthy pair of chunky black Mary Jane shoes, with a pair of black boot-cut pants and a revealing top. Jane stepped right on Kristen's chest, and stepped back and forth between her chest and stomach, wiping the dirt from her shoes. Jane then got a nasty idea. She bent down and removed the tape from Kristen's mouth, but before Kristen could say anything, Jane squashed her foot into Kristen's face. "Lick the dirt from the bottom of my shoes, pledge," sneered Jane. Kristen knew she had no choice, and as Jane raised her foot just an inch or so over her face, Kristen stuck out her tounge and licked the soles of Jane's shoes. The taste was awful - dry and sour. Finally Jane grew bored, and walked into the house.
-3- As the evening progressed, several other girls came and walked on Kristen, using her as a doormat. Finally the front door opened, and one of the Sisters came out. Sister Anne, the pledge mother, looked down at her and smiled. She untied her, and removed the tape from her mouth that Jane had put back on after she was through with her. THen she forceably lifted Kristen to her feet. Kristen's legs buckled - she had been tied so long her legs almost gave out when she stood up. Anne had her by the arm and dragged her into the house. What Kristen saw next blew her mind. Just inside the house was a large living room where all of the sisters were. But there were others there too - Kristen knew they must be the other pledges, and they were all being either stood or sat on!! One pledge was stretched across a long sofa, as 3 sisters sat on her - one on her thighs, one on her stomach/torso and one on her head!! Several pledges lay on the floor on either their stomach or thier back. All of them had sisters standing on them, just hanging out and talking. In the middle of the room there was an over-sized love seat, and in it sat Tara, the sorority's president. She sat there regally, with a pledge laying under her. Tara was sitting on the pledge's stomach, while the pledge held up an ashtray she was using. At Tara's feet was a pledge crouched on her hands and knees. Tara was using her as a footstool, with her ankles crossed and her feet resting on the crouched girl's back. Tara ordered Kristen to come to her, and Anne threw Kristen across the room to where Tara sat. "Well pledge, did you enjoy being a doormat?" Tara asked as she took a drag from her cigarette. "Y..Yes Sister Tara,"Kristen choked. Tara looked her up and down - her clothes were filthy from being walked all over by so many girls. There was even a muddy footprint that had dried on her face - clearly showing the pattern of the shoe that had been there. Tara burst out laughing at how pathetic she looked. "Look at you!! YOu're pathetic!! You dont deserve to be a sister. Now get on your knees and kiss my feet!" Kristen slowly sunk to her knees, already knowing she was too weak and humilated to protest. Kristen dutifully kissed both of Tara's feet numerous times. Tara had temporarily removed her feet from the back of her footstool and placed them flat on the ground. SHe had on a pair of thick boots, similar to those the other girls were wearing. After KRisten kissed Tara's shoes several times, Tara ordered her to stop. She then told her to lie on her back, and as she did Tara planted one of her boots in Kristen's stomach. SHe stepped up with the other foot, and turned so that she was standing with both feet on Kristen's stomach, staring down at her and facing her head. Tara spit in Kristen's face, and marched up and down on her for what seemed like forever. Kristen felt herself getting crushed under Tara's feet, as the georgeous sorority president stomped on her legs, stomach, chest and face. She was pretty sure her nose was broken too, as Tara seemed to enjoy pivoting on her heel on Kristen's squashed face. She could hear the room laughing, and from the sounds of it, the other sisters began squashing the pledges beneath their feet and asses. This was not a sorority - it was a trample club!! "That's right pledge girl....we're a sorority of women who love to dominate women and men by trampling on them and sitting on them. Welcome to our club," laughed Tara as she stopped mid-trample on Kristen's chest. At this point, Kristen realised her fate - that she was to be stepped and sat on for an unknown period of time, and that there was nothing she could do about it
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