Amanda was loving it. If she had any doubts about her ability to actually murder someone with her feet, the experience quickly erased them.
She expected the cries of pain of the victim at her feet would be the highlight of this experience but it was so much more than that. It was the rush of having the socially awkward Zach having asked for this, it was the fact that Zach was tied and hence, helpless to escape or do anything else than beg, it was the feeling of a challenge when she looked down at his whimpering body and noticed not only the bruises she had caused with the trampling, but all that canvas that was still free for her to use and abuse!
"P-please.. M-mistress" the pathetic male under her half shouted and half stammered, somehow with a louder voice than anything she had heard from him in the classroom. But the best part was the way his bruised face still searched in vain for the treasure that was promised. Amanda knew she was still an attractive woman, but knowing that a young man, even if he was a loser like poor Zach, would be actually willing to die just for the privilege of worshipping her feet was giving her a perverse pleasure, better than what she had experienced in years.
"Keep squirming, worm" Amanda said with no trace of emotion to her victim and proceeded to position herself on Zach's chest, giving the student's face another healthy stomp that dazed him and trying something new, jumping and forcing herself to land down with force over his torso. The now gutural cry from below that suggested a new level of injury delighted her, and she wondered how much longer would she take to extinguish this man's life.
Until a knock on the door brought her back to reality
"Hello? What is going on there?" Amanda could hear a muffled but inquisitive voice that could ruin her experience or worse, get her into huge trouble if they saw what she was doing to Zach and decided it wasn't consensual
"He.. augh!" Zach tried to cry again until Amanda stepped in her throat to interrupt him, letting her know that she was probably too invested to notice Zach was indeed now fighting not for the privilege of worshipping but for the chance of surviving.
Another knock on the dool told her she needed to act fast and answer, even if it meant exposing the injured victim. She had no choice
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