http://mistressreyana.blogspot.in/2013/11/3-girlsone-mancruel-trampling-part-1.html Part - 1
„Oh, I'm hurting you already?“ Annika taunted him, „We haven't started yet... but if you're an obedient guy and lick my boots clean I will think about getting off!“
„What the hell... you're making fun of me! I will never do... something... disgusting like that! Get off now!“
„I think we'll have a great party with you!“ Annika laughed at him.
He got really angry and tried to grab her ankles but in no time her two girl-friends came to help her. They reached for his wrists and pulled his arms back way behind his head. Laying the back of his hands flat on the ground they pinned him by pressing each one of her heels into his palm. He cried for shock and pain although both hadn't put her whole weight onto her heels yet.
„I think you are in no position to argue now!“ Annika barked.
She jumped up and bounced down onto the couch to underline her statement. He coughed as his ribs cracked under the onslaught and air was forced out of his lungs.
„Lick my boots, now!“
He clenched his teeth and shook his head.
„No, never!“
„Well, don't you think it's impolite to let two ladies stand around while you lie comfortably on the ground? I suppose Britta and Sarah would rather like to sit down on the couch as well... You think you could handle 500 lbs of female crushing power on your fragile body?“
„You're insane! Stop it now!“ he groaned.
„Oh, if I can't frighten you with our crushing weight we might do something you don't like... What about impaling your hands?“
Annika looked up and gave a sign to Sarah and Britta by nodding her head. Sarah and Britta looked at each other, then down onto their prey. Slowly they shifted their weight from their foot resting on the floor onto that one resting on his hand. Their heels sank deeper and deeper into his palm. His face reddened and he winced in pain.
„Okay, okay, stop it, I will lick your boots...“ he whispered. Annika lifted her eyebrows. „...Mistress!“ she completed.
He looked puzzled.
„Mistress!“ Annika said once more in a louder voice, giving him a stern look. Now he understood.
„I will lick your boots, Mistress...“ he said in a pressed voice and with all disgust in his look. Annika hovered her feet just over his face. It took some will power to stretch out his tongue and to start touching her boots with it. But her boots seemed to be new and not too dirty, so he mainly got some taste of rubber and leather. Only his mouth got dry after a while and he slowed down.
„You better keep going or Sarah and Britta might try some twist!“
Anticipating the agony he enforced his efforts again. After some minutes which seemed to be an eternity Annika said:
„Good job, my little boy! Open your mouth now!“
He gave into his fate and opened his mouth. Annika stomped her left foot onto the ground just next to his right ear. Then she inserted her right heel into his mouth. He stared at her totally frightened with eyes wide open. Slowly she lowered her heel deeper and deeper into his throat, and stopped shortly before he was about to throw up.
She pulled back her right boot and scratched with her heel down his chin, along his throat and finally poked in his left nipple. „Would you mind me getting up now?“ she smiled at him and playfully twisted her heel on his chest. Then she placed her boot onto the ground next to him, falling into a mad laughter. Sarah and Britta also started laughing.
They gave him a playful twist with her heels and stepped off from him, to his relief. But his relief was only for seconds, as Sarah and Britta stepped over to Annika and made themselves comfortable on the couch.
„Ooommmphhh!“ he groaned, as his chest and his crotch caved in under the combined weight. Again air was forced out of his lungs and the pressure on his crotch threatened to force out some liquids as well.
3 girls...one man..cruel trampling Part - 2