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AJ's Fantasy

a story by AJ

You <Stacy> and a group of females (any number, the more the merrier) surround me and begin hitting me, punching, slapping, pushing, kicking, etc until I fall into the mud at your feet (you're all wearing different types of shoes-chunky loafers, lug-sole bottomed dressy shoes, sandals, birkenstocks, jelly sandals, fisherman sandals, platforms (non-heeled), flats, cleats, etc and all worn with socks of varying colors and designs)   As I lie at your feet, you all form a circle around me and begin kicking me over and over, stomping on my face, kicking me in the side, laughing as I writhe in agony, unable to get away.  There is no rest for me because there are so many of you beating me mercilessly.

After being summarily stomped for a few minutes, I am in quite a bit of pain and unable to resist or even cry out.  You all laugh at me and make fun of me, calling me names.   One girl steps on the side of my face with her muddy shoe, pressing down, forcing half of my face into the muck.  Three others step in front of my face, and all I can see is their muddy sandals with their socks all caked with mud (and their toes wiggling)   Then they giggle as they start pushing globs of mud into my face, asking me if I like it, calling me a wimp, telling me I'm worthless.  I can only lie there helpless,
as the girl with her foot on my face begins to grind it under her slowly, smushing my face into the muck like I'm a discarded cigarette butt.  One of the other girls forces her muddy sandaled (and socked) foot into my mouth, swishing it around and making me taste her muddy foot.  The only thing I can do is gurgle on the muck.  The girls take turns making me suck their muddy shoes and socks, nearly choking me to death. Then they all surround my head and begin to walk all over it, laughing as they jump on my face, dance on it, grind my teeth into the slime.  My entire head is submerged below the mud as they rub their muddy slopping socks all over my face, one girl forcing hers into my mouth and wiggling her toes, ensuring that I swallow the mud and can't breathe, as I die humiliated beneath all their slimy socks.

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