He wasn’t sure his ribs and stomach could take the combined assault. His mom was a few inches taller than his sister and was much heavier, wearing a skirt, nylons and heels. Heels, oh no, thought Ricky. He was sure his eyes would have bugged beneath the mask, because that was the only part of his body – his eyeballs – that could really move. How the hell was he getting out of this mess?
“Oh, really, you think I should stomp on the dummy? Seems like a fun thing to try, huh?” his mom asked Sara, who nodded with enthusiasm.
“It just feels so real!” Sara exclaimed. “Besides, I feel I need to warm up for all the tricking and treating in store. Mom, come on, you’ll love it!”
Ricky certainly didn’t love it, not one bit. Not one pound. Not one foot, which his mother walked over and placed on his chest and slowly, stepped up on to Ricky. She bore down with her pointed heel, making Ricky gasp powerlessly through his frozen face. His mom moved the other foot on him and marched on him a few times before stepping off
“See, told you there’s nothing to it,” said Sara with a teasing smile. Ricky could feel himself going dizzy, whether from the spider’s poison, or from being trampled by two unknowing females.
Everything hurt like hell. More than any kind of pain Ricky had felt in his youthful eighteen years. He wanted to cry but couldn’t even do that much, and only managed to grit his teeth slightly. As he felt his jaw muscles work a little for the first time, Ricky began to feel hope spring in his aching chest. Was the venom wearing off?
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