Poreolight School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Part 1 (Ste Letto)
Jennifer turned her head to the right to look over her shoulder when Lynsey
touched the top of her arm. 'Here you go Jen,' the pretty teenage girl said,
handing her friend an ice-cold soda. Jennifer, looking extremely pretty and
extremely hot (both literally and figuratively), reached out her slender hand,
took the ice cold can and smiled broady. As she turned her head to face forward
again she said a simple, chirpy 'Thanks'.
Long legged Lynsey came round the sofa, edged between it and the coffee table
and said, 'No probs.' After lining herself up with the centre seat cushion,
Lynsey let her weight plomp her down with a bump. Both girls giggled, then fell
silent as thet sat drinking sodas on what was one of the hottest days on record.
Both were first year students at Poreolight School of Witchcraft & Wizardry.
Jennifer Blaze had just turned 18. Originally from Kansas, she now lived
permanently on campus at the Poreolight school. Everyone who met her was struck
by her intense beauty, her emerald green eyes and her hair. Her hair really did
look like flames. It shimmered, danced and moved in hypnotic waves. It seemed to
glow with an inner light, a luminescence that was literally magical. Even
dressed as she was today, in a simple pink Barbie T-shirt and a pair of blue
cut-off jeans shorts, she looked stunning. Her perfect tan only served to
magnify her beauty.
Lynsey Dream was a few months older than her friend. Her raven black hair was
cut in a short, elfin bob, that matched her delicately etched face. Tall and
slender, one might also say wispy, she had a delicate quality that belied her
inner strength. She was like a piece of silk. She had long hands, long fingers,
long feet and long toes, known for their dexterity. She was dressed similarly to
her friend, lightly to cope with the hot weather. She wore a black bikini top,
and a pair of grey/green shorts. Despite the long days of sun, she had alabaster
skin.
Jennifer didn't even look down as she lowered her feet onto Rupert Feeble's
face. Rupert was a boy who developed a crush on her when she was only 13 years
old. Of course he'd been only 11 so she'd seemed very grown up to him. His
family had moved to live next door to her family several years ago. When a witch
reaches 13, her powers start to mature, just like her body. Jennifer had become
fully aware of her powers.
The presence of an awestruck, lovestruck, luststruck boy had gone from being a
novelty, to an irritation, to a nuisance to a joke. Rupert seemed to always find
a way to be near her, watching her, wanting her. Jennifer slowly started to
notice that when Rupert was near her, she felt more energised, more vibrant,
more alert and aware. She'd asked her mother Jacklyn Blaze, a witch of long
standing, who explained that a lovestruck male could enhance a witche's power
and prolong her life. The right worshipper would grant her 200 years of energy,
after which another would be needed as the first would be all but burnt out.
Her mother had explained how she had two worshippers at any time. One current,
one former. Her current worshipper was Jennifer's father. Her past, a man she'd
met long ago who made it clear he wanted to serve. When Jennifer asked where the
man was, her mother had stood on one long, toned leg and slipped off her flat
sandal from her right foot. There, ingrained into the innersole, was the
distorted, flattened, shrunk and deformed shape of a man's face. His entire face
filled the insole of her battered sandal. When Jennifer asked about the rest of
him, Jacklyn turned over the shoe and showed how the rest of his body, from the
neck down, was mapped onto the tread. When she'd turned the shoe back over, the
man's eyes had swivelled to look at Jacklyn. Jennifer had seen such adoration in
those eyes that she'd found it hard to breathe. The man siled, her mother smiled
back, then she reached out to caress the leathery, sweat ingrained insole of her
shoe with her finger, before popping the sandal back on her foot.
Poreolight School Part 2
Rupert Feeble, slave to Jennifer Blaze, lay motionless on the wooden floor. He
could only lie there, immobile, waiting and watching as the beautiful young girl
lowered her dusty footsoles onto his face and chest. Rupert worshipped Jennifer.
This wasn't hyperbole, he genuinely worshipped her. She was his Queen, his
Goddess. He would do anything for her, be anything for her. Right now he was
being a living rug.
Her feet came closer and closer. He could see dust and ingrained dirt on the
soles, the little patches of hard skin around the edges of her heels and on the
pads of her toes. Her right foot touched down on his face, her left on his upper
chest. Her feet were hot.
'Be cool for my feet' Jennifer commanded. Rupert's body temperature dropped by
10 degress. 'A little cooler' she said, smiling sweetly. His body cooled another
5 degress. He shivered inside. 'Ahhhh,' Jennifer sighed, 'that is lovely.' She
began to move her feet on his face and chest. She turned her feet left and
right, right and left. Then she took to pressing down with her heels, raising
the toes, before rolling her feet forward and ending up with heels raised and
toes pressing down. She sighed at the cooling sensation on her feet. She twisted
her foot soles on the boy's face, then took to scuffing her feet forwards and
backwards, forwards and backwards, while sippingon her drink.
Lynsey, meanwhile, was resting one bare sole on Rupert's belly and one on his
crotch. Rupert's crotch was covered by a tight fitting pair of black lycra
cycling shorts. Beneath those, his penis was inside a spiked sheath that
punished any arousal. Lynsey delighted in teasing, tormenting and arousing the
helpless boy with her long feet and talented toes. She pressed the toes of her
left foot over his all too obvious ballsacs. Frowning in concentration she
stroked first the left ball, then the right. She bounced them with her skillful
toes. Next she used her right foot to seek out the head of his cock, by
following the line of his shaft under his shorts. She edged her toes under his
waistband and tickled his cockhead. The helpless boy stiffened, which
immediately caused him pain, as his penis pressed into the spiked interior of
his restraint.
Lynsey giggled to see Rupert's grimace of discomfort. Jennifer blithely ignored
his situation. Both girls sat comfortable and happy, cooling their feet on their
wonderfully cool, totally obliging human rug.
'My toes need a little bath' said Jennifer in a singsong way. 'Be a dear would
you?' she said to Rupert, dabbling at his lips with her wiggly toes. Rupert's
mouth opened and Jennifer slipped her foot inside. Rupert's tongue was wet with
saliva. Jennifer waited as he suckled each dusty, slightly sweat tinged toe. She
manouvered her foot so he could lick between each delicious toe as well, to get
out all the toe jam and bits of dead skin. Then she had him lick under the
nails. Rupert worked for half an hour on each foot, nibbling, licking and
suckling them clean. Then it was Lynsey's turn.
Lynsey would tease him by pulling her foot almost completely out of his yearning
mouth. Then she would ram her foot so far in that the poor boy was choking. She
would play with his tonsils with her long toes, and even pull at his tongue.
While one foot was being cleaned, she used the other to tousle Rupert's hair, or
probe his ear. For a time she simply rested her heel on his upturned forehead.
Finally both girls had had their feet cleaned to their satisfaction. 'Rupert did
a very good job on my feet Jen' said Lynsey. 'Yes' said Jennifer, 'It's so nice
we found some good use for him.'
Lynsey laughed, 'Are we still on for tennis later?' she asked. 'Oh yes' said
Jennifer, smiling broadly, 'I know who'll be on cooling insole duty for that.'
Both girls laughed. 'Of course,' said Lynsey, 'We'll need insoles for the other
three shoes as well.' Jennifer smiled, and mused for a moment. 'You know there's
lots of men who'd give their right arm to be an insole for a gorgeous girl
playing tennis, how about we make someone's day.' The girls looked at one
another, then laughed loud.
Poreolight School Part 2
Rupert Feeble, slave to Jennifer Blaze, lay motionless on the wooden floor. He
could only lie there, immobile, waiting and watching as the beautiful young girl
lowered her dusty footsoles onto his face and chest. Rupert worshipped Jennifer.
This wasn't hyperbole, he genuinely worshipped her. She was his Queen, his
Goddess. He would do anything for her, be anything for her. Right now he was
being a living rug.
Her feet came closer and closer. He could see dust and ingrained dirt on the
soles, the little patches of hard skin around the edges of her heels and on the
pads of her toes. Her right foot touched down on his face, her left on his upper
chest. Her feet were hot.
'Be cool for my feet' Jennifer commanded. Rupert's body temperature dropped by
10 degress. 'A little cooler' she said, smiling sweetly. His body cooled another
5 degress. He shivered inside. 'Ahhhh,' Jennifer sighed, 'that is lovely.' She
began to move her feet on his face and chest. She turned her feet left and
right, right and left. Then she took to pressing down with her heels, raising
the toes, before rolling her feet forward and ending up with heels raised and
toes pressing down. She sighed at the cooling sensation on her feet. She twisted
her foot soles on the boy's face, then took to scuffing her feet forwards and
backwards, forwards and backwards, while sippingon her drink.
Lynsey, meanwhile, was resting one bare sole on Rupert's belly and one on his
crotch. Rupert's crotch was covered by a tight fitting pair of black lycra
cycling shorts. Beneath those, his penis was inside a spiked sheath that
punished any arousal. Lynsey delighted in teasing, tormenting and arousing the
helpless boy with her long feet and talented toes. She pressed the toes of her
left foot over his all too obvious ballsacs. Frowning in concentration she
stroked first the left ball, then the right. She bounced them with her skillful
toes. Next she used her right foot to seek out the head of his cock, by
following the line of his shaft under his shorts. She edged her toes under his
waistband and tickled his cockhead. The helpless boy stiffened, which
immediately caused him pain, as his penis pressed into the spiked interior of
his restraint.
Lynsey giggled to see Rupert's grimace of discomfort. Jennifer blithely ignored
his situation. Both girls sat comfortable and happy, cooling their feet on their
wonderfully cool, totally obliging human rug.
'My toes need a little bath' said Jennifer in a singsong way. 'Be a dear would
you?' she said to Rupert, dabbling at his lips with her wiggly toes. Rupert's
mouth opened and Jennifer slipped her foot inside. Rupert's tongue was wet with
saliva. Jennifer waited as he suckled each dusty, slightly sweat tinged toe. She
manouvered her foot so he could lick between each delicious toe as well, to get
out all the toe jam and bits of dead skin. Then she had him lick under the
nails. Rupert worked for half an hour on each foot, nibbling, licking and
suckling them clean. Then it was Lynsey's turn.
Lynsey would tease him by pulling her foot almost completely out of his yearning
mouth. Then she would ram her foot so far in that the poor boy was choking. She
would play with his tonsils with her long toes, and even pull at his tongue.
While one foot was being cleaned, she used the other to tousle Rupert's hair, or
probe his ear. For a time she simply rested her heel on his upturned forehead.
Finally both girls had had their feet cleaned to their satisfaction. 'Rupert did
a very good job on my feet Jen' said Lynsey. 'Yes' said Jennifer, 'It's so nice
we found some good use for him.'
Lynsey laughed, 'Are we still on for tennis later?' she asked. 'Oh yes' said
Jennifer, smiling broadly, 'I know who'll be on cooling insole duty for that.'
Both girls laughed. 'Of course,' said Lynsey, 'We'll need insoles for the other
three shoes as well.' Jennifer smiled, and mused for a moment. 'You know there's
lots of men who'd give their right arm to be an insole for a gorgeous girl
playing tennis, how about we make someone's day.' The girls looked at one
another, then laughed loud.
Poreolight School Part 3
Jennifer and Lynsey sat comfy and relaxed on the settee while Rupert's cold body
cooled their now clean soles. Rupert was far from being comfy or relaxed. He was
cold for starters, they had wished him cold, so cold he was. He couldn't shiver,
he couldn't move at all, but he felt like he was freezing. Also, being
immobilised felt like being wrapped in tight, tight bandages or blankets. It was
a bit like really painful cramp all over his body. Furthermore, being made to
lie still, he could still feel pain. Everywhere his body touched the floor hurt.
The back of his head hurt, especially with the weight of Jennifer's feet and
legs pushing it down. His forehead hurt, where Jennifer's heel rested, with her
other leg crossed over. His shoulder blades hurt, from constant pressure onto
the floor, his buttocks were numb, as were his thighs, but his heels hurt as
well, where the bones trapped skin between it and the hard floor. His cock hurt,
from trying to inflate inside its restraint. Lynsey still took a moment every
now and then to torture and torment him by ticking his balls with her toes.
'If we're gonna summon some insoles we'll need the Sletto House book of spells
for 2nd Year Students,' said Lynsey. Jennifer went to call the book from the
shelf but Lynsey stopped her. 'I'll get it,' she said, shifting forward on her
seat. She planted her bare feet side by side on Rupert's belly, then pushed
herself to a standing position, straightening her knees, lifting herself
upright, feeling her feet sink into Rupert's yielding flesh. She smiled as she
stood upright, wiggling her toes in the plastic like flesh of Rupert's stomach.
Rupert silently screamed. This girl was deliberately compressing his stomach,
mushing the organ's beneath her pretty footsoles. She delighted in the pain it
caused him. She marched on the spot. Rupert's eyes shed real tears of pain. His
midsection felt as if it were on fire. Still the heartless girl smushed and
mushed his stomach. 'Be weaker' she commanded. Rupert's flesh became softer,
more malleable, less firm. She sank deeper with every step, the resistance
barely keeping her above the ground level. 'Weaker,' she whispered, feeling the
skin become more elastic, letting her come down to the floor.
Finally she stood, grinning delightedly, separated from the floor only by the
width of Rupert's skin. Rupert was in a whole new level of hell. His internal
organs were stretched, squished and smushed out of the way. His spine had
surrendered. 'Be flat all over' Lynsey commanded. Rupert became stretched out
like a carpet, 'Now be a carpet over to the bookshelf.' His body snaked across
the floor to the bookshelf. Rupert's mind was reeling, the pain and
disorientation were overwhelming. No matter how many times he was transfigured
and abused, he never got used to it. Lynsey strolled along her living carpet,
seeing her pretty feet leave indentations in the plastic like flesh,
indentations which filled out and disappeared moments later. 'I wonder if that
hurts' she mused absently. She studied the effect, stepping forward onto her
left foot, ballancing for several sesconds, then stepping back. She could see
the shape of her heel, the side of her foor, the pad, and the pads of her toes.
She laughed.
'I wonder what this will do?' she asked herself, arching her right foot forward,
and bringing the sharp nails to bare. She cut his flesh with her painted
toenails. The skin peeled back and split. Blood pooled in the opening. She
pulled her toes back. The blood seemed to be reabsorbed, and the split healed.
'This just gets better and better' she thought.
Rupert thought quite the opposite. For him it just kept getting worse and worse.
Eac new agony taught him new levels of pain. The feeling of Lynsey's toes
razoring through his flesh was like a million papercuts, and while his body soon
healed, the pain lasted a lot longer. Each step she took on his stretched out
body was like a punch, a sickening body blow that reverberated through his whole
form.
Lynsey reached the book shelf. She started to work her way along the titles,
standing on tiptoe for a better view. Her toes hurt him. Her heels as she came
down knocked him sick and dizzy. When she found the book, and held it in her
hands she bounced up and down, even jumping in theair a little. 'Got it!' she
announced delightedly. Then she ran back to join Jennifer on the couch.
Poreolight School Part 4
Lynsey positioned herself with her back to the couch, her luscious bottom
hovering over the centre cushion, then sat heavily, feeling the springs creak
and groan, feeling the cushion give under her bum. She wiggled her hips to
settle herself and grinned. The cushion was not just a cushion. The cushion was
her cousin Malcolm. Malcolm, a 15 yr old brat, was being punished for pinching
her bum at a party. Lynsey had told him repeatedly to 'Cut it out!', but Malcolm
had just kept giving her an inane and infuriating grin, so finally she'd decided
to take matters into her own hands.
She'd slyly invited the boy to step outside, then magically transferred his body
onto the dusty, gritty sole of her left sandal. She'd quickly persormed a
replicator spell, which created a copy or facsimile of Malcolm which would carry
on living his life until such time as she decided to put him back. That way
nobody would ever know he was missing. With Malcolm imprisoned under her pretty
foot, Lynsey had proceeded to rejoin the party, dancing the night away with
every boy in the room, including the copy of Malcolm she'd just made.
Under this girl's foot for hours, serving as the tread beneath her painted toed,
Malcolm had suffered. All he could see was the ground, travelling away as her
foot came up, then hurtling toward him as her shoe came down, then darkness when
he was pressed to the floor. Each impact felt like he was being crushed flat. It
felt a bit like standing in the road and having two lorries hit you; one from
infront and one from behind. He'd felt agony in his entire body. Sometimes, with
her foot down, she'd twisted and turned; after all she was dancing, and that had
made him feel like he was being ripped apart.
That was two months ago, and since that time Malcolm had served as her panties,
her panty shield, her computer seat, her toilet, the saddle on her bike, the
cushion she sat on, her skirt, the insole and the undersole of every boot or
shoe she had worn. Today he was currently serving as her cushion. If you could
look very carefully and closely at the cushion, you would see his stretched and
distorted face mapped onto its upper surface.
Malcolm was in a very intimate hell. Lynsey's weight on his cushion body was
akin to having 10 people sit on you while you lie on the floor. He felt crushed
and squashed flat. He felt like his ribcage would collapse, like he couldn't
breathe, and like his internal organs were being mused into jelly. He felt he
might burst. Her buttocks were hot and sweaty, and the sweat ran into his eyes,
nose and mouth. Her rear smelt as well. He could smell her sex, and traces of
her anus. She took great delight in farting into his cushion body, where it
would get trapped and would linger for hours and hours. Leaning to the side
slightly, Lynsey squeezed one out before settling back into her upright
position.
Malcolm felt like he would be sick. The smell was foul, putrid and sickening,
inescapable. He felt totally degraded and humiliated. If his transformed body
could have, he would have wept.
Lynsey wiggled her hips again, making her bottom imprint even more firmly onto
Malcolm's face, and handed Jennifer the book. Jennifer took it with a smile,
looked down at Rupert and said 'Face cushion'. Rupert transformed into what
looked like an inflated cushion one foot by four foot, the entire upper surface
of which showed his face and body, stretched to fit the entire length and width.
Jennifer planted her feet on his face, while Lynsey put one foot on his groin,
the other on his legs.
Jennifer flipped through the book until she found the spell she wanted. The
spell would find as many men as they wished who had fantasised about being an
innersole for a beautiful girl. The spell would read the minds and dreams of
these men, and carry them, in their sleep, to Jennifer for placement. To the men
it would simply be a delicious dream. She mouthed a simple incantation then
waited. Before long a glowing star of energy appeared over the page of the book,
Jennifer smiled and wafted the star toward her left training shoe. Rupert would
go in the right. Another star appeared, so she wafted this toward Lynsey's left
trainer, where it impacted the innersole then diappeared. Finally a third
appeared, and this found a home in Lynsey's right shoe.
Jennifer closed the book, ending the spell. She smiled down at Rupert, twirled
her wrist, pointed at her right trainer and watched as he was transferred into
her insole. Of the four who now found themselves serving as insoles, only Rupert
knew the truth of what was going on. The other three thought they were each
having some kind of delicious dream. Oliver, David and Mike all found themselves
suddenly paralysed. Each was aware of a hard plasticcy surface below them, and
some kind of opening overhead. Each was aware of the unmistakable smell of a
girl's footsweat. Each smiled and relaxed, deciding that they were having a
rather erotic dream. Each looked about, down ino the darkness and up at the
light. Each saw lace holes and arcing walls. Then they heard voices, and saw
giant girls looming overhead. Each saw giant faces, gorgeous faces, and hands,
giant hands with perfect manicures. Those hands grasped their new homes and
lofted them into the air.
The girls had changed into white minidresses for the game, and now were ready to
put on their shoes. Lynsey gathered her well worn Pumas, while Jennifer gathered
her well used Nikes. Both girls were going barefoot. 'Be cooling' each told her
human insoles. Immediately them men felt their body temperatures drop. Each was
now a cooling gel insole for a young girl who was about to play tennis.
The girls sat and slipped their feet into their inhabited shoes. Each man saw
pretty toes, from underneath, filling the opening in the shoe, before passing
overhead. Each saw, in the dim light, a soft pink sole, followed by a menacing
heel. Each silently screamed as that heel came down, to impact their helpless
face. The shock of that impact, and the pressure on their entire body that
followed, took all the newbies by surprise. Each foot was firmly stamped home
and pressed down, to imbed itself in the cooling insole. Each shoe was tightly
laced, and double knotted to avoid slipping. Now the men felt constant pressure,
and rising heat. In the pitch black, their other senses heightened.
The pressure seemed overwhelming, crushing and breathtaking, threatening to
break bones if they still had bones. They heard squeaking and creaking, some of
which was the shoes expanding to hold the feet within, part of which was their
own insole bodies giving way to the giant feet of their users. The smell was
high and getting higher, a pungent mixture of old and fresh sweat, despite their
cooling presence.
The girls trotted outside. Each chose a racquet from a stand, and each picked up
a few balls. They were going to warm up first. Lynsey danced on her toes,
bouncing up and down, before running on the spot on the hard packed clay. In a
sudden spell of inspiration she transferred Malcolm's consciousness onto the
tread of her right shoe. Now every step of that shoe crushed him and covered him
in hot red dust.
Jennifer ran left to right across the court, letting her foot slam down hard.
The men inside her shoes felt like they were being punched in the stomach and
face simultaneously. They felt hot, sick, pained and dizzy. The only respite
they got was when her foot lifted, but really that was only temporary, and it
was only a relief from the crushing pressure, and anyway, they knew the pressure
would soon be back.
Time became unreal, elastic and strange. The girls played for around 50 mins,
but to the men in their shoes it felt like hours. Their world became focussed on
the sound of the girls' feet slamming into the dirt, grunts of exertion, cries
of delight and the squeaks and creaks of their insole body's moving inside the
shoes. This plus the smell, the pain of repeated impacts, where they were
flattened out under hot feet, and the burning sweat that ran down onto their
helpless forms.
Finally the girls finished playing. They trotted back into the house and got
themselves cool glasses of fruit juice which they sipped while standing in the
kitchen area of their flat.
Lynsey spoke to Malcolm 'Be a worm Malcom'. She angled her foot up and watched
as his body peeled off her shoe. His long muddy brown body lay on the tiled
floor. 'Bye bye Malcom' she said, then she squished him, stamping on him until
his body was paste. She giggled. 'Heal Malcolm' she said, and his body restored
itself. She squished him again. She repeated this process 20 times before she
got bored and put himback on her sole.
The girls returned to the couch. 'Footstool Malcolm' Lynsey ordered. Malcolm
became a footstool. The girls propped the feet up on his agonised, contorted
form. They sat with their hot feet in their cooling trainers for hours until
they decided to free the men inside. All the men, except Rupert where returned
to their beds. 'That was fun,' said Jennifer, 'I wonder what we should do next!'
Poreolight school Part 5
After only a moment's pause, both girls called out "Shopping". They giggled in
excitement. They loved the mall. Their were so many horny men there, oggling
their faces, boobs, bums, legs or feet. The girls could sense an oggler a mile
away. Some would get a treat they'd only dreamed of, others a punishment they
never expected.
The girls stripped off their tennis things and headed for the shower. Rupert
became a non-slip bath mat, Malcolm a bar of soap. The girls turned on the radio
and hopped into the shower, their bare feet sinking deep into Rupert's
rubberised body. No matter what they changed him into, he always experienced it
with reference to his original physical form. He could see up Jennifer's long
legs to her sex, mocking him up above. He sould see her belly, her breasts, her
arms and her beautiful face.
Some of the time he could see nothing. That was when she stood over or on his
eyes. He didn't seem able to blink, so she was able to casually dig her toes in
his eyes, creating agonising shock waves of pain that threatened to split his
skull. She seemed to particularly like digging her big toe nails into his eyes
and twisting them left and right, boring into his defenseless eyes, drilling
into them with merciless playful cruelty. She hummed softly, or sang while
indulging in this delightful, for her, torture of the helpless male.
When she wasn't drilling into his eyes with her toes, she would grind her heels
into the sockets. This also caused unbelievable pain, a bit like having them
burned. The pain burned and throbbed in his head.
Things didn't get much better when she wasn't stood on his eyes. Jennifer was
showering, getting ready to go out. That meant she washed her hair first, then
her body. She let her long hair get wet, then applied shampoo. She used plenty
of shampoo, because she had such long hair, and she had been sweating. The
shampoo created lots of suds, that gravity caused to run down the small of her
back, and the front of her body; to her legs, and down onto her bathmat. That
meant big suds of soapy shampoo residue splashed into Rupert's helplessly open
and immobile eyes. The shampoo burned in a way he had never experienced before.
When Jennifer saw that an especially large and frothy ball of suds had missed
his eyes, she helpfully guided it into them with the side of her foot.
While shifting casually from foot to foot, sometimes pressing her heels down,
sometimes going up on tiptoe, Jennifer rinsed her hair, then shampooed it again.
She even danced on her living, suffering bathmat sometimes, feeling totally
relaxed and happy. Then she rinsed again, before applying conditioner. All this
ran down her shapely young body, to her ankles, to her pretty painted toes, then
into Rupert's eyes. That which didn't find his eyes, found either his nose or
his mouth. The taste was revolting, and he found himself feeling nauseous.
Malcolm, meanwhile, was more than a little happy with his lot. He was being
rubbed, slowly and carefully, over every inch of Lynsey's luscious body. The
girls passed the shower head freely from one to another whenever it was needed,
or popped it into its bracket on the wall when not. She had wet herself all
over, and held Malcolm under the running water to get his soapy form going. (For
Malcolm this felt a lot like he was leaking precum.) This was especially nice as
she rubbed her moist palm over him. Then she rubbed him up and down her arms,
before popping him in the soap tray. She lathered her arms, then retrieved the
lucky boy. She soaped her face, her neck, her breasts and her belly. All the
time he felt her soft warm breasts against him made him almost swoon. She popped
him back in the holder again as she lathered, then rinsed her face, chest and
belly. Next she soaped her back, her buttocks and her pussy.
For Malcolm this was the best thing possible. He found Lynsey's buttocks
incredibly appealing. It felt as if he were being allowed to both lick them and
cum on them. He was in heaven. She made sure to rub him deep into the cleft
between her fruity butt cheeks. Malcolm was singing inside. When she pulled him
away from her perfect arse he was almost crying. She handed him to Jennifer, and
his mood lifted. Now he got to caress her perfect face, her perky breasts and
her perfectly flat stomach.
Soon he was being passed from girl to girl. He caressed Lynsey's pouting pussy
lips, feeling them, and the tangle of dark hair that surrounded them. He went
between her thighs, before going to Jennifer and serving her in the same way. He
was rubbed over Lynsey's legs, and Jennifer's, front and back, then down to
their feet, where he caressed both the top and the sole of each yummy foot. Then
he went in the tray. Lynsey swapped places with Jennifer to was her hair.
Rupert still lay underfoot, suffering agonies as the girls played. All the time
Lynsey had been behind Jennifer, her feet had pummelled his stomach and groin,
knocking him sick. Jennifer was ready to step out. First she turned Malcolm into
a fluffy rug. She lifted one slightly soapy, drippy foot and leg out of the
shower, then let her weight come down. Her sole banged into Malcolm's fluffy
form, knocking him sick. Her weight grew and grew as she put all her weight on
that foot. Soon the other followed. It felt to Malcolm as if she were squashing
his stomach flat. He felt breathless, unable to get air into his lungs. Jennifer
shuffled about gaily, towelling her hair, then drying her perfect body. She
carefully dried each foot, working her towel between each toe. This put all her
crushing weight on the foot that was supporting her, first the left, then the
right. Malcolm suffered fresh agonies.
Finally she was dry, but no sooner was she gone from him, than Lynsey took her
place. Malcolm suffered agonies for a further 20 minutes. Lynsey deliberately
moved about a lot, and drove her toes or heel down hard. Finally Lynsey was dry
too and the two males were given a short respite as the girls dressed.
Poreolight School part 6
Jennifer put on a pink, long sleeved top, tight white jeans, cut off at the
bottom to show about two inches above the ankle, a spangly pink belt, and flat
sandals with thin straps that crisscrosed her pretty feet. Rupert became the
insole of her right shoe, feeling the length of his naked body pressing firmly
up and into the soft, cool and slightly clammy sole of her foot. He was looking
up through the gap between her toes, inhaling her delicate scent. The ball of
her foot hammered his chest with every step, forcing the air from him in a
painful and debilitating way. He felt as if his ribs were being pummelled to
breaking point. The heel crushed and crunched his feet and lower legs.
Lynsey put on a sleeveless, light blue top with thin shoulder straps and a star
shape picked out in rhinestones, a denim miniskirt, and black leather, knee
high, boots. Malcolm found himself serving as the tread of Lynsey's right boot.
His perspective was face down. Every step brought fresh pain and fresh terror.
As her foot hit the floor, heel first, toes second he went through a range of
unpleasant experiences. First he was jolted to a sickening halt, his momentum
rapidly stopped, leaving him feeling faint, dizzy and nauseous. Then he was
reminded that her toe was about to come down. As Lynsey's centre of balance
shifted, and she moved forward, he was suddenly accelarated again. The floor,
which he had for an instant seen with total clarity, rushed toward him. Even
before he could scream, Malcolm felt himself slammed into the ground beneath
Lynsey's boot. He would scream, in silent agony as her foot compressed him into
the floor. This was far worse as the girls crossed the gravel path to the drive.
Under her booted foot, Malcom was smashed into the sharp gravel. He felt as if
he were being cut by thousands of glass shards. Her booted foot would impact,
slip, twist, then settle. Malcolm felt torn, twisted and ripped as she walked.
Some of the gravel remained embedded in the tread, and Malcolm felt as if it
were piercing his very body.
The girls were laughing and chatting as they crossed the drive, oblivious to the
pain and distress of the helpless males beneath their feet. Lynsey was driving,
so Jennifer sat in the passenger seat. Before she sat, she turned Rupert into
her chair. To him it felt as if he were upside down. His face was the seat, his
torso and thighs the rear of the chair, with his arms up along side, his legs
bent sharply at the knees, with his lower legs and feet pointing down toward the
floor of the car. Jennifer looked down into his face and smiled, then turned
about to present her tightly sheathed bottom, hovering only inches overhead.
Rupert admired the backs of her thighs, taut, long and muscular, and felt
himself growing helplessly aroused. His eyes took in the rounded perfection of
Jennifer's arse cheeks. They were full, fruity and magnificent. He could see her
panty line beneath the denim.
It seemed like slow motion to him as she bent her knees and sat in her seat.
Those perfect cheeks loomed larger and closer, blotting out all the light as
they surged toward his helpless face. His world went dark, and hot and humid.
She was crushing his face. She wriggled to get comfy, leaning back against his
legs. His contorted body hurt; paralysed and twisted for her pleasure, his
nerves all sent complaints in the form of pain to his overtaxed brain. He was
dimly aware of Jennifer fastening her safety belt. Somehow this last act just
magnified his feelings of despair and helpess degradation. He felt the girl
twist in her seat, raising one butt cheek slightly, then he heard the
unmistakable rasp of her passing wind, before she slammed her butt back down
again, ensuring that he breathed in the whole unpleasant emission. He couldn't
know that she had wished herself to fart, using a childhood spell that she had
learnt years ago. He felt hot, sick, pained and nauseous.
Lynsey meanwhile was busy driving them to the mall. Under her booted toes
Malcolm suffered, pressed into the ridged pedal of their automatic car. He was
pushed against the accelerator with a steady, headache inducing pressure. Only
occassioanlly did he get a moment's respite, but that was only for Lynsey to
move her foot to the brake, which she applied with firm pressure. The fact that
he knew she was completely oblivious to his suffering only made it worse.
After three quarters of an hour drive, the girls arrived at the Mall. Jennifer
immediately put Rupert back on her insole. Lynsey left Malcolm on her boot sole,
suffering with every step. The girls had a good 6 hours before the Mall closed
and they were determined to make the most of it. Each could read minds if they
wished, and they could monitor for certain thoughts that inspired them to
action.
Jennifer set off in one direction, Lynsey the other.
Poreolight School Part 7
Jennifer strolled happily along the tiled concourse. The young beauty attracted
many admiring glances. She let her mind wander, invading the thoughts of both
men and women. She caught a thought from a young, somewhat nervous and awkward
young man who said to himself "Oh my God, look at her, she's awesome! I love her
face, her eyes, her hips, that awesome bum, her legs and those incredible little
feet. Jeez, I love those feet. Those sandals are incredibly horny." Jennifer
paused in mid stride, with her back to the young man, pretending to look in a
shop window. She continued to eavesdrop on his thoughts. "Fuck me she's
gorgeous. (Groan!!!) I so want to be her sandals. Or her knickers. Or her jeans,
but especially her sandals." Jennifer smiled. The young boy was sweet, and so
earnest.
She quickly plucked his consciousness from his body, leaving it on automatic
pilot. His body would take care of itself for a few hours while she indulged his
mind. She spoke to his mind "Don't be afraid. I heard your thoughts, and now I'm
going to grant your wish. You will be my sandal on my pretty left foot for the
next few hours. That is, if you still like the idea." Jennifer's mind was
flooded with a loud, repeated and insisted yes. She laughed at the boys gushing
intensity. "Ok - Ok" she told him, "No need to shout!" She chided him playfully.
"Are you ready then?" she asked, teasingly. Again there was a loud and clear
yes. Jennifer shook her head in amusement, then imbued her sandal with the
essence of the boy.
Immediately, Darren, for that was his name, found himself holding, supporting,
tasting, smelling and generally worshipping Jennifer's lovely little foot. His
arms were now the strap that encircled her ankle, his legs the straps that
crossed the top of her foot, one at the toes, one part way up. His back was the
tread of her shoe, his groin, chest and face the insole. He felt his groin
compressed under her heel, in a pleasant rather than a painful way, as if they
were sat opposite one another and she were lightly brushing his balls with a
bare heel. Her instep was pressed to his belly. The ball of her foot was on his
chest, again not in a painful way. It felt as if she were lightly pressing one
foot on his chest as he lay on the floor. Her toes surrounded and covered his
face. Each pad was cool, with a little roughened skin. There was a light sheen
of moisture, and a faint but wonderfully heady and arousing aroma of girl foot.
Darren was in heaven. Each step was a caress. He felt brushed all over by her
foot, the foot he was holding, tasting and adoring. He could taste the sole of
her foot wherever it touched his skin. It was like lying with his tongue pressed
flat to her sole, without moving. Darren had the first of many orgasms that day.
As he did, Jennifer felt a rush of power. The mental energy released by Darren's
sexual release fed her, making her feel invigorated and powerful. She giggled,
deliberately scrunching her toes on her happy captive's face.
After a few seconds she strolled on. The happy girl almost seemed to float.
Darren, under her foot and wrapped around it, could hardly believe this ultimate
fantasy. Rupert, on the other hand, suffered under the full weight of Jennifer's
punishing foot. Pinned between her sole and her insole he took the full impact
of her weight with every step. He felt hammered and crushed over and over again.
He couldn't die, and he couldn't faint, so all he could do was suffer. He felt
his body take punishment, but then Jennifer would heal him again. The sweat from
her foot trickled into his eyes, where it burned, and down his throat where the
acrid taste threatened to make him sick. Her toes bumped and banged his face,
occasionally pressing over nose and mouth to temporarily suffocate him. Her heel
crushed his groin, sending seismic waves of pulsing, nauseating, overwhelming
pain through his tiny form.
Suddenly Jennifer became aware of a girl feeling very upset, and a man bullying
her. She spied a young couple. She was 22, tall, slightly heavy but in a way
that suited her. She had long, curly light brown hair, a beautiful face and full
lips. She wore a tight, grey, woollen, long sleeved top that hugged her fulsome
breasts, a short, black cotton, A-line miniskirt, black opaque tights and black
leather,high heeled, mules with square toes and a rectangular heel two inches
wide, a quarter of an inch thick and three inches long. He was smaller, thinner
and ugly looking. His hair was black, wild and unkempt. He wore a leather
jacket, faded jeans and trainers.
Jennifer spied on their minds and their conversation and quickly saw the man was
a domineering bully. She made both carry on walking as if nothing was happening
then spoke to their minds. "Jason," she told the man, "you are a bully and an
arsehole. I am going to stop that. You are going to learn what it is like to be
downtrodden. You will be the heel or any other part of Alison's shoe she wishes
whenever she wishes it." The man was stunned. "Alison," Jennifer began, "all you
have to do is think the words "Jason - be the heel of my shoe" and he will
become just that. When you choose to release him, just think "I release you". I
will put a binding spell on you both so he can never attack you again." With
that she withdrew from their minds. Seconds later she was aware of the change as
Jason became the heel of his wife's shoe.
To Jason the experience was almost enough to drive him mad. First he had some
weird voice in his head, then his body changed completely. His legs became
ramrod stiff, impossible to flex or move. His spine, chest and arms felt the
same way. They were painfully stiff, paralysed. He felt his neck was bent
sharply backward, under a crushing weight on his face that threatened to snap
his spine. The burning agony from his neck was the worst pain he had ever known.
It came and went in pulsing waves, ranging from burning agony to intolerable
overload. The closest pain he had ever known was one time, early in their
relationship when Alison had punched him in the balls until he passed out. His
face wouldn't move either. Infact it seemed to be glued to something cold, hard
and plastic. (Of course that's exactly how it was, his face being the top of her
heel, glued to the sole.)
When she took a step he momentarily blacked out, despite Jennifer's magic. The
pain was so immense his mind couldn't cope. First his heels jarred against the
floor, sending pain shooting up the backs of his legs, to his spine, to his
distorted and distended neck. Then he felt his spine compressing, sending
electric shock like pain throughout every inch of his form. Next he felt a
tearing, ripping pain in his face as her foot came forward, threatening to tear
his skin from his skull and his head away from the shoe. This was impossible
though as he was connected by glue and screws and could not tear away. What he
could do was reach the maximum intensity of physical pain humanly possible over
and over again.
As Alison walked away, Jennifer spoke to her one last time, "He's in agony
already. If you want to hear his thoughts just focus your mind on your right
heel and you'll hear him." Alison tried this as she walked away and nearly fell
over with the intensity of Jason's suffering. She puled her mind back and
thought to herself, "Good!" With a grin unlike any she had worn for many years,
Alison set off to have a nice long walk and a relaxing time.
Poreolight school part 8
Lynsey smiled wickedly to herself, looking forward to getting up to mischief at
some poor male's expense. She was well aware of the admiring looks and thoughts
she was receiving. Some of the images that were being created in response to her
presence made her laugh or gasp in amazement. She saw herself in a variety of
situations, some dominant, some not so. One man was having quite nasty thoughts
about her and a whole bunch of women. Lynsey made him want to go to the toilet.
She followed him there with her mind. Once he was in a cubicle, out of sight,
she snatched him, body and soul, out of there. After a moments pause, she turned
him into her panty shield. The man found himself suddenly in darkness, not
knowing he was now stuck firmly into the crotch of this beautiful girl's little
white cotton panties. She wanted him to know and understand exactly what was
happening to him so she spoke to him very slowly and carefully.
"Bet you're feeling a bit confused, ehhh nasty man?" The fellow was too stunned
and shocked to reply. "The silent type eh?" she mocked. "Well, just so you know,
I didn't like the way you were thinking about me," she replayed some of his
thoughts back to him,. "I didn't like that at all." The man looked around him,
seeing very little in the gloom. He tried to move but felt paralysed. He inhaled
and got the strongest smell of a woman's sex he'd ever had. His head swam. He
sniffed again, inhaling for all he was worth. He became aware of the sharp hairs
of her crotch rubbing against his entire body, head to toe. Slowly, he started
to catch on to his situation.
"I've decided to teach you a lesson." Lynsey giggled. "Right now your serving as
my panty shield. I may come up with other uses for you later on." She carried on
walking, monitoring the man's thoughts occasionally, but largely oblivious to
his distress. The man grew uncomfortable. Her hairs irritated him. Her scent
became overpowering. It seemed to fill him and surround him. Moisture, a mix of
her sweat and her mild arousal, ran onto his body. It burned his eyes, his nose
and his mouth. It made him feel sick. He realised that she needed a pee as
traces of sour urine began to seep down, running into his nose and mouth. She
was walking more quickly now, and he guessed she was heading for the toilet. His
body was twisted sharply left and right, and her thighs bumped and bashed him.
Lynsey found her way to the toilet and smiled. She took the man's essence from
her panty shield and put it into the toilet. His face became the seat. His body
the porcelain bowl and base. His tongue became the interior of the bowl. The man
felt immediately sick. Hideous tastes and odours suffused his senses. He was
looking up at Lynsey's magnificent rear, up under her denim miniskirt. He saw
that skirt raise, revealing the backs of her thighs and her perfect little butt
cheeks. He saw the panties he had been inside. He saw Lynsey grasp the waistband
of her underwear, saw her panties being lowered. He saw her bared cheeks, and
ached to touch them, then shuddered as he realised they would soon be touching
him. He watched, helpless, paralysed, shocked; as those cheeks came down. Lower
and lower they came, toward his helpless face. Lynsey's bared arse cheeks loomed
larger and larger, blocking out all the light, bringing darkness, then warm,
cushiony, softness. They were pressed firmly onto the seat, his face, and he
surrendered to their dominance.
Lynsey sat casually, comfortably on the loo seat as she had done millions of
times before. She laughed to think of the nasty man, as she called him,
suffering in this degrading and ultimately humiliating way. She felt pressure in
her bladder. She sighed as she let go her stream, which tinkled into the water
with playful sounds. That the nasty man was taking it, tasting it, drinking it
helplessly, gave her mild amusement and pleasure. When she was done she wiped
herself, then dropped that paper in as well. She stood and raised her panties,
then dropped her skirt. She reached out her little hand and depressed the flush,
then smiled at the prisoner before her. "What shall I do with you?" she said
into his mind, "take you with me or leave you here?" She received a powerful
plea for going with her. "You want to go with me?" she asked, teasingly, and
again she received a powerful yes, "very well then, though I may not keep you
forever." She popped him back into her panty shield.
She stepped out of the toilets and headed for the shoe shops. A young girl
caught her eye. Smiling she watched as Erin, a college girl, tried on a variety
of training shoes. The shoes Erin had come to the mall in looked battered and
well worn. Lynsey smiled. Erin looked to be no more than 19 years of age. She
had straight, dirty blonde hair, a slightly chubby face and figure, a tight
white blouse, a short tartan miniskirt, with pleats, white kneesocks and short
but slightly broad feet. She looked like she would wear any pair of shoes until
they fell apart.
Lynsey knew what she was going to do. She used a spell to put nasty man into
Erin's shoes. Whatever shoes Erin wore, he would be them. His back, and the back
of his legs, would be the tread. His face and chest and groin would be the
insole. The rest of him would be the uppers, wrapping around her foot, clinging
to it in a desperate, unbreakable embrace. When Erin wore no shoes, he would be
the last pair she had worn, until such time as she put any pair on. Lynsey
grinned. This would be the man's life. He would never go back to normal. He
would never be a man again. His lifeforce would burn out in 20 years maximum. He
would serve all that time as a shoe on a young girl's foot. A girl who didn't
even know he was there. A girl who ran her shoes into the ground and battered
them into submission. A big girl. A heavy girl. A girl with hot feet, who would
wear the same socks for days, even sleep in them, and only washed her feet on
special occasions. Nasty man was in for a high old time.
Lynsey laughed into the man's mind as she detailed his fate. His screams were
sweet music to her ears. Lynsey watched as Erin chose an inexpensive pair of
trainers exactly like the one's she had worn to the shop. She watched as the
girl squeezed her big foot into her straining shoe, before tightly tying the
laces. She heard the man protest. The girl's foot was gonna tear him apart. He
felt like he was going to burst from the inside. Her foot was hot, like an oven,
and moist, clammy with sweat. Her socks were hard and rough on the underneath,
scratching and ripping at his delicate innards. His muscles, unable to flex,
ached and complained. Her heel crunched and crushed his cock and balls, sending
sickening pain through him. The ball of her foot threatened to break his ribs.
Her toes invaded his eyes, his nose and mouth, banging and brusing them rudely.
He tasted lint, sweat and unknowable things. He was in hell. Time has a way of
slowing down under such circumstances. Lynsey knew that while twenty years
passed for the girl, it would feel more like a hundred to her shoe slave. She
giggled as she told him this, and smiled to hear him scream again. Lynsey put an
endurance spell on the trainers Erin had purchased, that way they would last
longer, taking more punishment and absorbing more dirt and sweat. That done, she
withdrew her mind, and left the man to his torturous fate.
Poreolight school part 9
Lynsey and Jennifer had another purpose in going to the Mall. In a couple of
days time they would be attending the end of year celebrations at Poreolight
School. Therefore both girls wanted new dresses, new shoes and jewellery. The
next few hours were spent on happy shopping. Laden with bags, the girls returned
home. Lynsey drove, with Malcolm shrunken to only a few inches tall, magically
glued to the accelerator pedal. The little man protested bitterly as Lynsey's
deeply treaded boot sole came down onto his helpless form, squishing him as she
drove. Her sole was dusty and dirty, pitted, spotted here and there with bits of
chewing gum and other unsavoury souvenirs of her travels. There were several
little stones and bits of broken glass in the tread also, and Malcolm felt the
edge of a sharp stone pressing into his thigh painfully.
Jennifer shrunk Malcolmn down to only a foot in height, paralysed him, and lay
him face up on her seat. Then without any fanfare, she plomped her white denim
clad bottom onto him, and wiggled her hips to get comfortable. The poor man was
sqaushed flat, struggling to breathe, inhaling the sweet smell of her arse,
getting hotter and hotter with every second. The click of her seatbelt only
emphasised his helplessness.
The two happy girls chatted and laughed and made plans as they drove. They
forgot all about the males they were casually hurting and abusing.
Back in their flat, Lynsey and Jennifer decided to try on the costumes they had
bought. Lynsey had bought a classic little black dress, which she was planning
to wear with sheer black stockings and black high heeled strappy sandals.
Jennifer had gone for a figure hugging spangly red dress with thin shoulder
straps and a hem that started at mid-thigh on her right side and ran down just
below the knee on the left. She planned to go barefoot in red strappy high
heeled sandals.
Both girls showered and changed. They put Malcolm and Rupert on the floor in the
living room, between the couch and the television. Each man was full sized. They
were naked and paralysed. The two girls came into the room looking stunning.
"You know Lynsey", Jennifer began, "these parties always involve a lot of
stepping on men in different forms and different ways." Lynsey grinned at her
friends playful remark, "Hey, you're right," she said, playing along, "maybe we
should practise on somebody? How about, these two losers right here?"
The two girls were now stood just to Malcolm's right. He lay at right angles to
them, with his head to their left. Parallel with Malcolm, further ahead, lay
Rupert. Lynsey raised her left foot, clad in a black sandal, positioned the
shiny sole over Malcolm's face, then pressed it down. She let her pretty foot
press on the boy's immobile forehead. Malcolm gazed upward, filled with a little
fear, but also much excitement. Both girls appealed to him sexually and he was
at a great angle to admire their legs and bodies.
Lynsey looked down at Malcolm, lying there waiting, then transferred more weight
onto the foot on his forehead as she raised the other and stepped on his chest.
With only the slightest wobble she found herself standing firmly. The sharp heel
of her right shoe dug into the loose skin of his chest. Malcolm felt a dull pain
in his forehead, as well as in the back of his skull where it pressed against
the floor. He also felt a sharp stinging pain in his chest where the metal tip
of her heel was imbedding itself, tearing the skin slightly.
Jennifer clapped with delight to see her friend dominating the helpless Malcolm
this way. Moving round to Rupert, she swiftly stepped up. First her right foot,
then her left, found Rupert's exposed belly. Unable to resist her, Rupert's
belly became flattened into a deeply convex shape. His internal organs protested
at having the weight of a teenage girl compressing them under high heeld
sandals. Rupert's face creased with pain. Jennifer laughed to see his discomfort
and began bouncing on her toes. Rupert felt sick and slightly faint. Jennifer
sensed this and put a spell on him to stop him passing out. She balanced
carefully, and rocked back on her heels slightly, the twin points making deep
inroads into the already straining flesh of his midriff. Rupert wanted to
scream. The pain was burning him. Sharp lines of pain where shooting across his
stomach.
Lynsey, meanwhile, had transferred both feet to Malcolm's head. She faced away
from his body, with her heels on his chin and the soles on his eyes and
forehead. With a little shimmy and swivel, she began tapping his teeth through
his lips. Malcolm was in agony. The pain in his head made him think his skull
might crack. The tap tap tap of Lynsey's heel tip on his teeth felt like a
pulsing toothache. Like Rupert, he wanted to scream. Like Rupert he felt he
might pass out. Lynsey put a consciousness spell on him to prevent that.
Suddenly, she stepped off. Malcolm felt huge relief. Moments later, Lynsey leapt
in the air and came down hard on Malcolm's chest. His ribcage groaned and bent
sharply inward. All the air whooshed from his lungs. Lynsey laughed to see his
face. She squatted slightly, paused, then sprang into the air again. Again her
feet came down hard, but this time into his stomach. Malcolm feared he would be
sick, but Lynsey decided to spare herself the mess and stopped him. Up she
jumped, then came down, over and over again.
While Lynsey was torturing Malcolm under her feet, Jennifer took to slowly
walking up and down Rupert's body. She stepped on his nose, pulping it under the
sole of her right shoe. Rupert felt his nose explode, felt an explosion of pain,
but was unable to do anything about it. He could only watch as Jennifer
swivelled on the foot that pulped his nose, taking out the last of the
cartilage, before she stepped on his arm, then his belly, then his thigh, then
his calf, where she swivelled again, before walking up the other side of his
body and stepped on his face again. In an act of particular cruelty, Jennifer
mended his nose just before she reached it again, so that Malcolm could
experience her mushing it over and over again.
It was a long night for the two boys, but it was nothing compared to the events
at the end of term party!!!
Poreolight school part 10(a)
It was the night of the witches end of year party at Poreolight School. Jennifer
and Lynsey both looked stunning in their new outfits. They stood outside the
castle that now served as Poreolight School and looked up at the lights shining
from windows on every floor. The sounds of music and laughter drifted down to
them. Around them, groups of young girls were arriving, gathering together, then
making their way up the long staircase.
The giggling girls made their way up the stairs in groups of two or three. It
seemed almost all of the girls were wearing boots or shoes with high heels,
although every now and then Jennifer and Lynsey spotted some in flat soles. The
staircase groaned under the weight of the girls. Well, strictly speaking it
wasn't the staircase that groaned but the individual steps. As usual, each step
on the staircase was a rigidly paralysed, slightly stretched and flattened male
who had either volunteered, by having fantasies about serving in such a way, or
been chosen because they deserved punishment. The face and shape of each manstep
was clearly defined. The first two steps were Malcolm and Rupert.
The two males lay paralysed and helpless as girl after girl after girl strode
casually toward them. The pair could do nothing but anticipate as they saw each
girl come closer and closer before pressing a sexily clad foot onto head, chest,
belly, groin or legs; and stepping up. Rupert, Malcolm and every other step on
the living staircase saw and felt every single girl as they each put all their
weight on one foot, on them, and raised themselves up.
Spiked heels dug into flesh, tearing it, making the recipient scream in silent
agony. Even flat soled boots caused great pain, thumping into tenderised
stomachs, chests, faces, groins, thighs or shins. The girls were excited and
playful. Some would deliberately targe
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