(Original story by Mr. TrampleFantasy)
Back and forth they went, walking on him as they made trips from the car to inside the house.
All this time, Ricky was in utter agony. He couldn’t shout out, couldn’t move and yet, he felt every inch of pain of being stepped on.
His heart almost stopped with hope, when his sister Sara suddenly stopped near him and bent over to look at him. Then his mother came up and joined her. “The dummy does look real, doesn’t he? I was thinking that myself,” his mother said.
Sara peered at him and Ricky, in agony seemed to be yelling loudly at her from inside his head. “It’s me, Ricky! I got bit by some venomous spider, and I’m paralyzed but can feel everything that’s happening to me. Stop stepping on me, dammit!”
But of course he couldn’t say any of that.
He watched through his mask as his mother and sister argued about if he was real or not. Then Sara decided to prove it to mom, by stomping on the dummy. She encouraged her mom to do the same.
Ricky, of course doesn’t move or make a sound, which convinced them it was a fake, and very realistic dummy. Both mom and Sara began to stomp really hard on Ricky. Now Ricky didn’t weight that much and was on the medium side at 119 pounds, and his sister Sara wasn’t bigger or heavier, standing at 5’2 and weighing 105 pounds. She was 19 and very attractive with brunette hair and long legs in jeans. We clowned around a lot and wrestled a few times. Sometimes she won, and would end up on top of him, either sitting, laying or standing. Ricky couldn’t say if it had hurt then, but he did remember he’d enjoyed having the weight on him. This time, was way, way different.
Having his climb on him and begin to stomp was a whole other kind of experience. It was still the same 104 pounds he had always felt, but as she began to stomp her sandaled feet on him one after the other, the pain was intense! He screamed louder – only it remained silent and in his head, alas.
The pain was indescribable. Yet the funniest thing, was how he noticed that she had nice legs even encased in those tight jeans he could tell. No wonder she had so many guys caling her all the time. Then Sara just had to invite mom to join her in stamping her feet on the dummy, and Ricky felt his heart sink lower.
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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