Bashed and Raped . . . By Girls!

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BASHED AND RAPED . . . BY GIRLS!

It was never my intention to hurt or embarrass anyone.  Nor did I ever think I might get hurt myself.  Let’s just call it a misjudgement on my behalf.  You see, I have a fetish for female feet.  Harmless enough.  And I can’t help but stare.  I’ve always fantasized that I might get caught looking and be hopelessly shamed and embarrassed publicly.  Perhaps forced to lick the same feet I had been busted staring at.  But that’s just fantasy.  In reality I am too careful to make sure I don’t get caught looking.  And if someone was to confront me, I’ve got no doubt I would act all innocent.

Well one day this all changed.  In fact, I still can’t understand why on Earth I had been so brazen about the whole thing.  It wasn’t all that warm a day but I had found myself at a loose end and whenever that is the case I will hop from train to train throughout Melbourne looking for that perfect set of feet that might be on display.  I’ll find somewhere to sit where I won’t get noticed looking and take in the view until such time as that person gets off the train, then I’ll go searching for the next pair of feet.  As I mentioned, it wasn’t that warm so my search had been relatively frustrating with probably only 3 of every 10 ladies travelling on the train wearing opened toes shoes, heels, flip-flops, etc.

I hopped on a train heading out of Melbourne towards the Northern suburbs.  There was a lady sitting across the row from me with particularly beautiful feet encased in a pair of heels.  I had no hope of getting a glimpse of her soles (which for me is the money shot) but she had the most lovely manicured toes so I sat in the bay of seats across the aisle from her and turned my body to face her so that it would seem as if though I was just another bloke in the train.  Even though there were six seats between us, including the aisle, I had a very good view of her feet.  In the same bay of seats where I sat and seated directly opposite me were two girls in their late teens.  I could imagine from the way they were dressed and talking that they were the types who you might find behind the toilets at school smoking and stealing lunch money from the smaller kids.  It was school holidays at the time so it was entirely feasible that it might be case.  Neither of them were what you would call attractive, one a brunette the other blonde. 

The train was 80% full as it left the City and became more and more empty as we got further out of town.  As we got further down the line I noticed the girl with the beautiful feet become more and more uncomfortable.  Now that I think about it, I honestly think she just had the sun in her eyes.  But at the time I was convinced that she had noticed me staring at her feet and was becoming quite agitated by the matter.  She would shift her weight from one side to the other.  Shake her head.  Tuck her feet back under the chair, then move them back out again to sit normally.  As I said earlier, I never meant to embarrass or hurt anyone so I was quite relieved when she finally got to her stop and got off.  I just couldn’t stop myself from looking, whether she had noticed me or not.

Usually, once the person has got off the train that caught my eye initially, I would get off myself a few stops later to see if I could find anyone else whose feet may entertain me for a while.  It was all a part of the game.  But on this day something else had caught my eye.  Something that started a sequence of events which I would long regret.

One of the teenagers I was seated opposite stood up, for what reason I don’t know, adjusted her clothing, and sat back down again.  Now I had no interest in either of these girls.  One was wearing jeans with white slip on leather shoes that left me no chance of seeing her feet – or so it seemed.  The other girl, the blonde, was wearing these black skin-tight tracksuit pants with white tube socks pulled over the top and sneakers.  Absolutely no chance of seeing her feet either.  What did catch my attention over the next few minutes sowed the seed of my demise.  Or maybe the girls noticed me looking at the other lady’s feet and did it deliberately.

The girl wearing the slip ons brought her right leg up underneath her body and tucked it back underneath her so that she was actually sitting on her leg, yet giving me a perfect view of the sole of her foot.  There was no way I could not look without being noticed.  I suppose I should have got off the train but this was perfect.  By this stage the train only had us three and a couple of other people seated well away from us left in our carriage.  I figured for her to deliberately change position and sit like that, well maybe she wanted me to look.  Perhaps she didn’t mind.  I hadn’t heard her or her friend talk about me.  Maybe it was a coincidence that she would so publicly display her sole right in front of me.  Whatever it was I had to try and adjust my position so that my growing erection could not be noticed through my jeans.

As we continued, the girls spoke in hushed tones.  Even though I sat directly opposite and facing them, I could hardly make out what they were saying.  The brunette then started to trace her finger along the sole of her foot.  I imagine they were probably looking at me to gauge my reaction but my eyes were glued to this girl’s sole.  I heard them giggle.  I didn’t look up, I couldn’t really move now such was my difficulty in trying to hide my erection.  I remember hoping that they were just playing with me, teasing me for their own amusement and when we got to their station that they might just get off and leave me alone to compose myself. 

I’ve since discovered that girls of this age, especially if they are in groups, generally won’t be freaked out by someone showing an interest in their feet.  In a lot of cases they seem fascinated that someone could be that interested in something that most other people find totally unappealing and disgusting.  There have been times since when girls have blatantly displayed their soles at me almost daring me to look.  I had never come across this phenomenon before this day though.  The brunette continued to slowly trace her finger across her sole as the train continued on its journey. Before too much longer we were at the end of the line.  Flashpoint.

I decided to wait until they got off before I even attempted to get up in my current state.  My heart was racing as the train pulled into the station.  This is the moment I had always fantasized about but still never really expected or even truly hoped it would ever happen. I would have been just as happy if they just got off the train and left me alone.  The brunette continued to trace her finger over her sole.  I still had a faint hope the girls hadn’t noticed me looking and that she might have been just absent-mindedly playing with her foot.  Not even taking any notice of me.  I felt my erection ease as the thought entered my mind.  Should I glance at them, I could be going through all of this for nothing.  If I looked up though and they were looking back at me, it would be awkward – what would I say.  What would they say.  I am naturally a shy and very submissive person, perhaps that is part of the reason a girl’s feet can do to me what they do.

The train grinded to a halt.  We were in the outer north-western suburbs of Melbourne in an area that was still being developed as the urban sprawl gradually eased its way out here.  On one side of the train station are a number of houses, brand new, probably ex display some of them, set back a little from the train line across a road.  On the other side was another road, widened to include a car park built specifically to service this relatively new station.  In the distance was a shopping centre but the only thing between the station and this shopping centre were empty paddocks.  I didn’t know the surroundings at all.  I lived on the other side of the city, a good 60km from where this train and this girl’s feet had taken me.

Suddenly the girl tracing her finger along her sole stopped and pointed to a spot just near the ball of her foot.  She tapped her finger there a couple of times.  Don’t worry, I had noticed it too.  It was a black spot no bigger than a coin, blemishing her otherwise perfect sole.  I couldn’t decide if it was a mark perhaps from the inside of her shoe or whether it was an actual stain in the skin.  Whatever it was there could be no doubt now, these girls were clearly playing with me.

“Hey footboy”.

I jumped half out of my skin.  Despite everything I hadn’t really expected her to say nor do anything.  My mouth was dry, I was half scared out of my wits.  All these fantasies now coming true, none of which I particularly ever thought or hoped would.  At first I ignored her, almost hoping she might have been talking to someone else.  There was no one else on the train.  I didn’t want to look up at them, it would have been an acknowledgement that I knew she was talking to me.  My mind screamed at me to just stand up and get off the train.

“See this spot here”.  She continued to point to the dark spot on her sole. 

“I want you to pay me to clean it for me.  With your tongue”. 

Was she kidding?  Pay her!  To clean her feet.  With my tongue!  I continued to sit there, pretending that I couldn’t hear them.  I was going to have to do something but I was frozen to the spot.  My mind screamed out to just get off the train and leave.  Sure they would taunt me but what would that matter.  I had an erection though which suggested otherwise.

Suddenly my view was torn away from the brunette pointing at ‘that’ spot on her sole.  The blonde had moved alongside me, grabbed a fist full of hair and forced my head back so that I was now looking at the ceiling.  I grunted with the suddenness of it all and the pain now coming from the back of my scalp.  Still no word could escape my lips.  What else was I going to let these girls do to me?  Surely this had gone far enough now.  My erection was in clear view of both the girls now.

The brunette suddenly came into my view.  She had obviously stood up and now looked down at me seated with my head forced back by the blonde.

“Well?”  She sneered down at me.

The train had now stopped and pulled into the station.  I heard someone getting in at the other end of the carriage obviously to make the return trip back toward the City.  I could tell this flustered the girls a little, they no longer had me by themselves.  Finally I found my voice.

“I’m sorry if I have upset you”. 

I couldn’t believe how pathetic I sounded.  The words were forced, almost mumbled.

“Come with us.” Said the brunette.  The blonde let go of my hair and stood waiting for me to get up in front of her so that we could go out onto the station.  The brunette grabbed my hand and pulled me up to lead me out to the platform.  The blonde bounded in front of us to open the door.  By now most people who were standing on the platform waiting for the train to go back into the City had got on the train, while the vast majority of people who had got off the train were now on their way back to their cars or bus stops or where ever they were going to continue their journey.

“Hold my hand.” The brunette growled.

We walked along the platform like two lovers.  Anyone sitting on the train looking out the window would not have known any different.  The blonde walked alongside us.

“What’s your name?”  She asked.

As we walked together along the platform toward the exit I began to relax a little.  Maybe this would be alright.  After all I was fulfilling some of my favourite fantasies.  These girls were still in control, as were the faceless women I had fantasized about in the past.  They had caught me staring at her feet and taken control of the situation.  I started to think the scenario had worked out quite well, despite the aggravation on the train.  My adrenaline continued to rush, my erection was still clearly visible through my jeans but my head had cleared somewhat.  I told them my name and once again apologised for my behaviour on the train, this time with a little more clarity.

“It would be an honour to clean your sole with my tongue.”  I told the brunette. 

She looked back at me and smiled.  “I know it will be.”

“Where are you taking me?” I asked. 

“Just somewhere a little more private.  I’m sure you don’t want people to see you lying on your back licking my feet.”  Just the way she said it made the whole act sound so dirty.

At this stage we were walking alongside the road with the open paddocks.  People sitting on that side of the train would still have a full view of us through the window walking along the road hand in hand.  It was around 2pm in the afternoon and as I mentioned earlier this area was still being developed so there was hardly likely to be any traffic.

“Why don’t you sit down here?”

“Seems like a good spot to me.” I replied as the train rolled out of the station.  Once again we were alone, no one could be seen for miles.  I had no idea when the next train was due to pull-in and everyone who had got off the train we were in were well gone by now.  The privacy I had craved to be able to lick this girl’s feet now became my greatest enemy as I felt a sudden and stunning blow to my ribs.

I grunted and doubled over in pain as the girls erupted into laughter.

“How’s that feel you stupid fuck?”  I heard one of them shout at me as I winced.  Then bang!  Another kick to the mid-section.  I coughed a couple of times as I tried to stand up to get away from these two girls.  They waited for me to try and regain my balance like the predators they clearly were and then calmly pushed me back down.  I fell on my back.  As I stumbled back I realised we were getting further and further away from the railway line.  My only chance of getting any help would have been from someone walking along that road to catch the next train.  The girls knew it as well as I did.  I struggled to my feet again and this time they pushed me like a rag doll between them wrestling me further and further away from the train line.  They knew what they were doing alright.

Eventually the blonde girl caught my arms and trapped them behind me rendering me pretty much useless in my weakened state.  We stood in the middle of this paddock, the blonde girl standing behind me with my arms trapped, me slightly hunched over more or less leaning against the blonde girl trying to support my weight from the dull pain in my ribs.  The brunette lifted my chin up and met my gaze.

“Isn’t this how you foot boys like it.  Nice and rough.  With the girls in total control.”  She laughed at her own comment.  “You are a pathetic excuse for a male.  Who do you think is going to be impressed by you being in love with their fucking feet.  Stupid fucking losers like you, that’s who.  All the footboys getting together sucking each other off because they can’t get real girlfriends.” 

I struggled against the blonde restraining me as I started to regain some strength.  Suddenly my whole body exploded in pain.  The brunette held her pose with her knee straining against my testicles for a moment to let the instant sink in.  I coughed and tried to double over to try and somehow escape the horrific pain which now centred itself in my lower stomach.  The blonde continued to hold me upright.  Once again the brunette grabbed my chin in her fingers and lifted my head back up to meet her gaze.

She was greeted with tears rising to my eyes as I continued to struggle to breathe.

“Total control.”  She whispered to me.  “You are ours now and I would recommend you stop being such a dumb cunt and just except what’s coming to you.”

She slapped my face with such force my head was rocked sidewards.  “Do you agree?”

I was in no state to speak and just nodded.  She lifted my head up by my chin again so that she could look directly at me.

“How does it feel, cunt?  What do you think of my sweet little feet now, huh?  Can you imagine them sweating away in my shoes.  In total control of your destiny.  You know my feet own you.  My disgusting, sweaty, smelly feet own your stupid ass right now and they can do whatever they please.  I suggest you get down on your knees and kiss them before they do any more damage to you.”

The blonde pushed me to the ground so that my face fell at the feet of the brunette.  Suddenly I felt a hand at the back of my head, guiding me to the white slip on shoes of the brunette.  The blonde grabbed a fistful of hair and roughly squashed my face onto the brunette girl’s shoe.  Then as quickly as I felt the force at the back of my head, it receded and I was left to my own devices to kiss this girl’s shoe.  As my lips brushed her shoe, she quickly moved away so that I fell flat on my stomach.  She nudged me with her foot so that I rolled back over onto my back.

Soon after I felt a great weight on the palms of my hands.  My arms were stretched above my head and as I opened my eyes to look back at what was happening, I noticed the brunette standing comfortably with one foot on each hand smirking down at me.  Luckily (or maybe by choice) she was standing clearly in the palms of my hand rather than on my fingers as I am sure she would have crushed them.  She motioned with her eyes for me to look back down towards my feet.  The blonde was just picking up my feet and stretching them back towards my body leaving my penis and testicles totally vulnerable.

She smiled down at me.  It was clear what was about to happen.  I started struggling as best I could but found my arms totally immobile.  I resorted to pleading.

“Please.  I beg you.  I’ll do anything you want.”  There was no response from the girls, just this macabre smile.

“You’ll do anything we want anyway.  You see you have got no choice.”  The blonde said as she lifted her foot above my penis.  There was no erection now, it was gone long ago.  The blonde looked straight into my eyes as she gently put her foot down onto my penis.

“Fucking look at me!”  She shouted.  I had been looking at what her foot was about to do but quickly looked up at her with a start. 

“I want you to look into my eyes.  If you look away from me I won’t be so fucking gentle,” she growled.  Not too many of you have probably been in this situation but I can tell you it is bloody hard to hold someone’s stare while their foot is about to crush your balls.  I continued to struggle fruitlessly while the blonde slowly applied more and more weight to my testicles.  She held a sadistic smile the whole time.  I was already wounded down there from when the brunette had kneed me earlier and wasn’t able to take much pain.  There were various stages.  The first is where you try and be brave, block out the pain as much as possible and take what’s coming to you.  I was half way through this stage when she suddenly stomped on me, squashing my testicles back into my body with the heel of her foot.  Simultaneously she let go of my legs and the brunette stepped off my hands as I doubled over and vomited in the grass next to me.

One of the girls pulled me up by the hair and grabbed me in a headlock at her side and forced me to walk further into the paddock.  I was dribbling from the mouth and had lost control of my faculties for the time being but I do remember glimpsing another train in the platform at one stage.  Maybe this was why I was being forced further into the paddock.  It was the brunette who had me in the headlock, I couldn’t help but look down at her white slip ons as she marched me through the grass with her arm guiding me in a tight headlock.  It was true what she said.  Those feet were in control of my destiny.  I felt a stirring in my loins despite the pain.  Thankfully these thoughts were interrupted when I was tossed back down to the ground.

I lay there helplessly as the girls went through my pockets, grabbing my wallet and also the belt from my jeans.

“55 Dollars.  Fuck.  You are going to have to do better than that for the privilege of licking my feet.”  She pocketed the cash and threw the wallet back down at me.  I remember thinking to myself that $55 probably could have brought a couple of two bit whores like these, never mind just licking her feet.  Sensibly, I kept those thoughts to myself.  Hopefully one day they might read this and know what I was thinking.

I continue to lay at their feet as they discussed what they were going to do with me.  Suddenly the belt they had taken from my jeans came whacking down across my stomach.  My clothes absorbed most of the blow, then the familiar white slip ons forcibly rolled me over onto my stomach.  Almost simultaneously I felt one of the girls feet in the small of my back, holding me down.  Then I felt my jeans being tugged at, a new humiliation which had never entered my mind.  It had been several moments since the girls had last hit me, which had given me time to regather my breath and renew my struggles.  As soon as I felt them pulling at my jeans, I panicked and tried to get up.  Someone leaning their foot into my back wasn’t going to stop me.  I had hardly risen from the ground, when pain once again exploded in my injured ribs.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The brunette shouted.  She kicked me again for good measure.  I rolled myself into a ball at her feet to try and escape any more punishment.  Suddenly the blonde sat on me, she wasn’t particularly big, certainly not fat, but in my weakened state seemed as if though she weighed a ton.  There was no way I would dislodge her.  She rode me until I was flat on my back with her sitting menacingly on my chest in a schoolgirl pin.  I grunted at the weight on my chest.  She shuffled forward and painfully trapped my arms underneath her knees.  This could well have been the most vulnerable position I had ever been in.

I couldn’t see anything except her sitting on me.  If I looked left or right I could only see the cheap fabric of her tracksuit pants covering her thighs.  If I looked up, I could only see the crotch of these same pants.  If I looked directly toward the sky, she was leaning over me looking down at me in the same menacing way she had while she forced me to look at her while crushing my balls.

My spirit had been totally crushed.

“Please.” I pleaded.  “I had to at least try and get away.  Look at it from my point of view.” 

I started to cry.  Blubbered like a big baby.  I couldn’t help myself.  I had a throbbing pain coming from my ribs, perhaps a fracture, maybe two.  My guts still ached from where they had attacked my balls.  And now this girl was sitting on my chest, making it even harder to breathe than what it would normally be with broken ribs anyway.  I really lost it.  Sobbed and sobbed.  It wasn’t something I had intended, I just totally lost control of my emotions.  But since I was crying, the thought did go through my mind that maybe they would show me some mercy.  Just leave me sobbing in the paddock.

I noticed the blonde, who hadn’t budged and remained perched on top of me, look up at the brunette.  I couldn’t see her reaction initially then suddenly she peered down at my face between the blonde’s thighs.  She looked angry.

“Get off him.”  She even sounded angry.  The blonde stood up and I immediately started to breathe easier.  There was no trying to escape this time.  Just a glimmer of hope they might have had their fun, seen that I was hurt and let me go.  Then it started.

“You are even more pathetic than I thought.”  She chose her words carefully and spoke to me in a measured tone.  I continued to sniff and try to regain my composure.  “I ought to really give you something to cry about, you big fucking baby.  Don’t think that just ‘cause you’re not having fun that we are going to let you go.  Oh no.  I like that you hate us.  I like that you are so intimidated that you have to lie on the ground crying and begging for mercy.  It actually turns me on.  The more you hate me, the hotter I get baby.”

She poked my ribs with her foot and I winced, “yes I know it hurts.  But I don’t care.  You see you belong to me now.  Me and Tanya, and we can do what ever we want to you.  And we will.  You crying like that just means that when I make you lick my arse and thank me for giving you so much pain, that you are going to really hate it.  I know sick fucks like you get off on humiliation.  It’s humiliating licking someone’s feet.  That’s what you like to do.  Well, you’ll get nowhere near my fucking feet you stupid freak.  A sick, perverted baby like you doesn’t deserve the privilege of licking my feet.”

She sat down on my chest, assuming the position the blonde had moments earlier.  I grunted at her weight on my chest.

“No.  This isn’t about what you want.  It’s about what I want.”

She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her zipper.

I watched wide-eyed as the top portion of her purple silk panties were revealed.  If there is one thing I fantasize about more than a girl’s feet, it would definitely be someone sitting on my face.  Of course in my fantasies they hadn’t robbed and beaten me first but I could still feel my dick stirring once again.  The brunette lifted herself off my chest so that she could remove her jeans, I couldn’t see her feet but I could imagine her shoes probably came off too.  She sat back down on my chest and slid up so that she was more or less on my neck and her crotch was right in my face.  From this close I could smell her arousal.  The tears had hardly dried from just a few moments earlier but events had taken an unexpected turn and I was looking forward to her planting herself on my face.  Certainly my erection had returned.

“Pull his pants down, Tanya.  I don’t want him enjoying this one bit.  Anytime you see his dick even so much as move, I want you to kick him the ribs.”

I must admit I panicked.  I already had an erection and could not handle any more pain in my ribs, not with her sitting on me.  I felt Tanya fumbling with the button on my jeans.

“No. Wait!” I pleaded.  “Please don’t kick me in the ribs, I’ll be good.  Anything but the ribs, please!”  The brunette just looked down at me and smiled as she inched forward a little further so that her panty-covered mound now covered my mouth.  Now anyone who has cried will know that your nasal passages do get a little congested as you try and sniff back the tears.  You could imagine the terrible time I was going to have breathing with her sealing off my mouth which meant I could only breathe through my blocked up nose.  I really started to struggle as I began to panic about not getting enough air.  But the brunette had me trapped hopelessly.  I was going nowhere.

“That will shut you up,” laughed the brunette as she sat astride my face.  The blonde now had my button undone, jeans unzipped and was tugging at them relentlessly.  She pulled them down just low enough so that once she pulled down my underwear, she could have a clear view of my dick.  Since I was struggling to breathe, my erection had subsided a bit but no doubt once she had pulled my undies down, she would see that I hadn’t really subsided much at all.  The first thing I felt once my penis was freed of my undies was the cool breeze which helped it shrink a little further.

I could hear Tanya laughing in the background.  “Shaz, I’ve never seen one this small!  The best thing is I reckon he still has got half a boner there and he is still smaller than most guys!”  Tanya nudged my injured ribs with her shoe.  “Righto Shaz, if it moves he’ll get it.”  My dick had shrivelled back to its original size with this new threat.

The brunette lifted her weight off my face to pull her undies to one side.

“Wait, I can’t breathe.” I yelled.  Surely she could sense my desperation.  Nope.  She just pulled her undies to one side and sat herself down on my face with her vagina directly over my mouth.  “The faster you make me cum, the faster I’ll let you breathe.  Remember, I couldn’t give a fuck about you, you stupid cunt.”  She leant back slightly and gave me full access obviously not realising this was allowing me to once again take air in through my mouth.  I really had no idea what to do.  Other than the magazines, I’d never really seen a ladies private parts this close up.  Certainly I never had a girl just stick her cunt in my face like this. So I just stuck my tongue out and started licking.  She had obviously got off on beating me up and treating me like shit because I could taste her juices.  Certainly not unpleasant.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her vagina.  “You’re gunna have to do better than that,” she yelled at me.  “Don’t just lick it like a fucking dog, we’ll be here all fucking night!  Get your tongue up there!”

I tried to look at what I was doing but with her pulling my head into her body the way she was, all I could see were her pubes.  I darted my tongue in as far as I could and suddenly felt a little nub.  I felt the brunette’s thighs tense around my face.  “There you go that’s the spot.”  I licked frantically, tried to even suck on it.  She started to mash my face into her cunt as she started to jerk her body around on my face.  Whoa!  I must be getting somewhere I thought.

I kept working over that same spot with my tongue.  The brunette was really getting into this.  I was going to make her cum!  Then the pain exploded in my ribs again.  I thought I was going to die as I tried to take a deep breath to deal with this new pain only to choke on her fluids.  I could hear them talking as the brunette continued to rock on my face, still with a firm grip of hair.

“Sorry Shaz.  I knew you were close but he had a full blown boner going there.”

Shaz turned her attention back to me.  She pulled my face away from her cunt and looked directly at me.  She was sweating and flustered.  “You Prick,” she screamed as she slapped my face hard,  “I was that close.  How many fucking times do I have to tell you.  It’s not about you.  It’s about my pleasure.  Now get back to work.”

She shoved my head back onto the ground and sat directly on my mouth.  It was true.  I was enjoying it.  I had never made a girl cum before, well not like this, and it was exciting me.  All I could think of now was the pain in my ribs and to continue breathing.  It was so much harder with her sitting on my face like this.  She bounced on my face, “Come On,” she yelled “back to work”.

I quickly found the nub again and started licking at it.  There was none of the excitement from my part this time.  It was almost just like a science project at school.  Get it done, then you can go home.  The kick to the ribs certainly had taken its effect.  There was nothing sexual about this for me now.  Just this thing, which I was only assuming was her clitoris, that I was licking at.  It seemed to make her happy and eventually she cum on my face.  I remember choking on her juices as they continued to pour out.  And then just laying there in her mess as she laid back on my body in her afterglow.  Eventually she stood up.  I didn’t dare move, not that I could have gone anywhere in a hurry anyway.  That last kick to the ribs had really done the trick.  The pain was far worse at that point than anytime preceding it.

Defeated, I raised my head to the side and could see her pulling her pants back up.  On the other hand, I could see the blonde girl lowering hers.  I had hoped she wasn’t going to want a turn.  That modesty may have prevented her from it.  Or maybe the other girl’s cum all over my face.  But no.  It didn’t take me long to get her off.  And no more kicks in the ribs either as I continued to just go through the motions.  Maybe she was more aroused from watching her friend get off or maybe I was just better at it the second time around.  Certainly if I had a choice of one of them I would have taken the brunette.  The blonde girl had a stronger smell and taste to her, nowhere near as pleasant as was the case with the brunette.  I don’t know why but I was really enjoying orally pleasing the brunette.  You know, at one stage there the only thing that mattered to me was making the brunette happy, similar to stories I’ve read on the internet about a slave and his mistress.  Before the blonde kicked me that last time I was genuinely enjoying the pleasure I was giving the brunette.  If she wanted to take me home with her at that point as her personal slave I would have gone.  It was fairly clear in what was to transpire that she didn’t have the same feelings for me.

Once the blonde had got off me I rolled over onto my side to try and regain my breath and protect my sore ribs.  A few moments later the brunette had nudged me back onto my back with her foot. 

“Come on.  I haven’t finished with you yet.”  She almost sounded compassionate.

I looked up and was horrified to see her totally naked from the bottom down.  Sure she had a pretty good figure down there but there was no way I wanted to go through that again.  I decided my best course of action would be to just say nothing.  Just do as I was told until they got sick of playing with me.  I wanted to say ‘no please, leave me alone’, but thought it would likely just encourage them further.  The brunette faced my feet, planted each of her own feet either side of my head, parted her arse cheeks and squatted just above my face.

“Now it’s time to thank me,” she said.  “And I don’t mean no first date little peck on the cheek either.  No we’ve even gone as far as having sex together.  I want you to get your tongue right up there and French kiss me the way a lady should be kissed.”

I raised my head to her arsehole and did her bidding, pants still down with the blonde no doubt keeping a close eye on things to make sure this wasn’t arousing me.  To be honest it tasted terrible and I was very relieved when she stood up a few moments later obviously pleased with her work.  She turned around to face my head again and squatted right above my face.

“Now it’s time to leave my mark.  You see . . .” as she was talking I noticed her muscles contract and a hot stream of piss splashed all over my face, her legs, my clothes.  I coughed and spluttered as some went in my mouth and nose.  I couldn’t help but taste the strong salty flavour.  I could hear her continue as she pissed on my face . . . “when I cum, I automatically need to go to the toilet so badly.”

I just lay there, trying not to choke as she continued urinating on me.  I couldn’t remember ever feeling so helpless.  Once she finished she pulled up her pants and straightened up her clothing.  Next thing I know she has stepped on my head rubbing my face into the dirt with her shoe as she and her friend headed towards the shopping centre laughing as if they had just had the best time of their lives.  I was left laying there, miles and miles from home with cum and piss all over me and my top layer of clothing, as well as the likelihood of a few broken ribs.  I was wearing a pullover on the day which I managed to get off with great difficulty (ever tried getting undressed with broken ribs?) and dried my face with before dumping it in the paddock.  I gingerly headed back to the station with my shirt, which was left relatively dry anyway, stinking a little of urine. 

By the time I got home, other than not quite being able to walk properly, no one even knew I had been attacked.  I went to a see a doctor the next day and the resultant x-rays confirmed three broken ribs.  As well as internal bruising both there and to my testicles.  The doctor implored me to go to the police but I wouldn’t dare.  No one other than those girls know anything about my foot fetish and I am determined to keep it that way.  My family brought the bogus story I had made up about the broken ribs so I was happy to keep it at that.

I don’t know what ever happened to the girls.  Probably still beating up people for their lunch money at school.  Or maybe they took it all a step too far and have finished up in prison?  Whichever the case might be, I can tell you I have since masturbated dreaming of that day ever since.  Isn’t it funny how once the pain subsides, you forget all about that aspect of it? I’ve never been in so much pain or been so scared in my whole life yet I’ve even been back on that train a few times, you know just in the hope I run into the girls again.