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From: joe1orbit@aol.com (Joe1orbit)
Subject: Marie's Foot Torture, story, part #3

                         Chapter Eight (continued)

  Anyone observing her tortured gait and bent over posture from a
distance, without seeing her face, would have guessed her to be a very
elderly and crippled old woman, rather than the beautiful and elegant 25
year old lady she truly was. The two block hobble to the grocery store
seemed endless to Marie, the pain in her feet reaching new heights of
agony with each step. Before crossing the final intersection to the corner
grocery, Marie slumped against the lamp post by the curb, sinking down to
her backside on the edge of the pole. "Please Joe. Gotta stop for awhile.
Can't take the pain anymore!" Joe could see this was no sympathy ploy, and
so he calmly stood by marie's side, gazing down at her tortured feet,
encased inside the agonizing size 6 shoes. Marie sat on the lamp pole
edge, trying desperately to gain some relief for her tormented feet. She
could feel the shoes were truly soaked in blood now. Her toes all felt
like a solid mass of raw and inflamed flesh, although when she stood or
walked, acute stabs of pain would shoot through various toes and areas of
her feet, in response to the unbearable pressure of the tight, crushing,
shoes upon her raw and bleeding feet. 

     Marie sat for 10 minutes or so, before Joe insisted it was time to
shop. Walking as if on eggshells or broken glass, Marie hobbled into the
supermarket and awkwardly grabbed for a shopping cart, thinking perhaps
she would be able to lean heavily upon it as they made their way through
the store. But she soon found that the cart, with wheels on it, made a
very poor support for her weight. She tried leaning heavily into it, to
take weight off her feet, but as she did this the cart suddenly lurched
forward, dragging her forward. She lost her balance and could only steady
herself by coming down heavily on her right foot, wrenching down and
banging the toe portion of her shoe hard against the floor. A wave of
nausea overcame Marie, as this pain upon banging her toes against the
floor was unlike any she had ever felt. Her mouth opened, and her eyes
squeezed shut, but no sound escaped her lips. She raised the right foot
from the ground and stood there, eyes squeezed shut in agony. She felt
rather than saw Joe come to her side, and put his arm underneath her right
shoulder. She slumped against him, grateful for the balance support as she
continued keeping her right foot raised several inches above the ground.
 
      "Is it bad?" asked Joe anxiously. Eyes still squeezed shut in a
futile
attempt to ward off the pain, Marie nodded. The cords in her neck stood
out from the pain she was feeling. "I think I just destroyed my right foot
for life." She said in a desperate whisper. "The toes, all of them......I
can't put the foot down on the floor."  "Ssssshhhhhh, take it easy" said
Joe. "I've got you" Joe shifted his arm underneath Marie's shoulder. "Put
the foot down, very slowely". Marie fearfully lowered her right foot to
the floor. New waves of agony shot through the toes as Marie applied
slight pressure to the foot. She shook her head in despair. "Okay", said
Joe, I'll just grab a couple items we need and bring them over here to the
cart. You just stay here and rest your foot." Eyes closed, Marie lifted up
her agonized right foot and stood there, in the middle of the aisle,
willing the excruciating pain to ease. An older gentleman pushing his
shopping cart came up behind her. "Excuse me, please", he called out.
Marie looked behind her, and realized her cart was blocking the aisle.
Summoning up her courage she put her right foot down to the floor and
staggered over to the side. The man peered at her as he passed by. "Are
you all right, miss? Did you hurt yourself?", he asked in obvious concern.
Marie tried to form her face into a non grimace, "I'm fine, just a little
sore foot", she said with a dismissing wave of her hand. 

  
       Joe soon returned, carrying a gallon of milk and some bread. "Okay,
let's hit the
checkout line and head home" he said. Marie tried to walk, tried to put
weight on her right foot, but it was just too painful. Joe finally grabbed
the cart, went around to Marie's left side and placed his hand squarely
under her left shoulder. "I'll be your crutch, Marie" he said in a husky
voice. Marie leaned heavily against Joe's strong arm as they made their
way to the checkout line. By leaning very heavily into Joe, and truly
using him as a crutch, she was able to take a lot of weight off her
tortured right foot. Still the brutalized toes were trapped inside this 2
sizes too small, 4 1/2 inch high heel instrument of torture. Every time
her foot touched the ground waves of pain assaulted Marie. 

       The checkout line was relatively short, and they soon had made
their way to just outside the store. "Now we have to walk three blocks to
the bus stop, and then when we get off the bus, another four blocks and
we'll be home sweet home" said Joe. Marie took a step towards Joe, and
fell into his arms, slumping forward. Joe was carrying the groceries, and
somewhat surprised, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her, and held
her up. "Honey??" he said. Marie continued to slump heavily into Joe.
"Hold me up for awhile, Joe, just lift me off this damn concrete", she
sounded near tears. Joe put down the bag of groceries, and embraced Marie
in a bear hug, lifting her completely off the ground. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh"
she breathed into his neck. "Keep holding me up, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh" she
moaned in pain and in gratitude over the slight relief in pain now that
both feet were off the ground. 

       Joe felt his organ getting hard as he  embraced Marie, her warm
femininity close to him. To a casual observer
they looked like two people locked in a passionate embrace. It would have
been hard to guess that Marie's shoes were filled with blood, and the skin
over most of her feet totally rubbed off. After about five minutes Joe
reluctantly lowered Marie down. "C'mon, we need to get you home so I can
take care of your feet" said Joe. Marie tried to walk as she had done
coming to the store, but it was impossible. Even clutching his forearm
with both hands did little good. She could not put any more than a tiny
bit of pressure on her right foot before it exploded with white hot shards
of pain. The left was hardly better. Each toe on that foot was a mass of
raw tissue, Marie began to wonder if it was possible to rub off so much
skin that you reach the actual bone. "I can't, Joe, I need to use you as a
crutch again. It's the only way, Joe" said Marie. Joe sighed, 3 blocks was
a long way to act as a human crutch for someone. But Joe could see that
Marie was in bad shape. No actor could have faked the agony that Joe had
witnessed on Marie's face over the past few hours. So Joe shifted his
groceries to his right arm, went around to Marie's left side, and put his
arm underneath her shoulder blade. Slowely and gingerly they inched
forward the three blocks to the bus stop. Steps are the worst, thought
Marie as she carefully placed her left foot off the curb. Those three high
steps up & down the bus are going to be the death knell for my feet, she
grimly predicted. 

                                                      Chapter Nine

       They finally reached the bus stop, and Marie sank down immediately
to the cold concrete floor, there was no bench at this bus stop. Joe bent
over her, "Marie, the concrete floor is very cold, you don't want to catch
a chill." Marie gazed up intently and somewhat fiercely at Joe. "Listen,
my feet are now crippled. I think we may have to go to the emergency room
for them. These damn shoes are filled up with blood and skin and maybe
even bone, so don't tell me to worry about a damn chill from the damn
concrete" Marie hurtled the words at Joe. Joe could see she was scared and
very worried about her feet. He knew she had reached her limit. He said
nothing, only stood by her side as she remained huddled down, backside
firmly on the concrete sidewalk, feet stretched out in front of her. 

     The bus finally arrived. "Up Marie", said Joe. He put his arms around
her and
gently pulled her to her feet, feeling the reflective shudder of agony go
through her entire body as her feet, encased in the "torture shoes", as he
would always fondly call them, made contact with the ground. Marie took a
deep breath before tackling the three steps up to the bus. It was pure
torture. The passageway was narrow, so Joe could only push her from
behind, and the steps so steep that Marie had to put pressure on her
agonized toes to pull herself up. Beads of sweat broke out on her upper
lip from the intense pain. Marie found the strength to thank God once
again that seats were available on this bus too. They sat, and Marie
slumped her head down on Joe's shoulder. What an incredible ordeal,
thought Marie. I don't think I'll ever be able to buy a pair of shoes
again in my entire life, without having this ordeal flash through my mind.
Marie's feet were now nothing but a solid mass of tortured flesh. She
tried not to think about them, but the pain made that impossible. She
leaned into Joe, "I don't know how we are going to take care of my feet. I
really think we maybe have to go to a hospital emergency room. I think the
only thing holding my feet together is these damn shoes, I'm afraid that
when we try to take them off, we'll pull off all the remaining skin
together with the shoes!!" Joe could see that Marie was truly afraid and
worried, He gently stroked her hair and promised to take care of them
first thing, soon as they got home.

       The bus reached their stop, and Marie whispered urgently to Joe,
"Going down the steps is the worst. I can't do it anymore!" Joe put his
arm underneath her shoulder and helped Marie up. "Just three tiny steps,
sweetie, you can do it." he said encouragingly. Marie once again grasped
the handrail with both hands, wishing her arm strength could support her
full body weight. Her beautiful face a mask of concentration, Marie
slowely eased one foot down, then the other, trying desperately not to
inflict any more punishment on her excruciatingly painful feet. For the
last step down to the curb Marie took her eyes of the ground and slightly
misjudged the height of the step. This time it was the toes of her left
foot that banged into the concrete sidewalk. The pain was like an electric
shock going through Marie's entire body, traveling from her anguished foot
up through her leg, spine, and head. She would surely have crashed to the
ground had Joe not been directly in front of her and caught her in his
arms. "First the right one, and now the left one!!" wailed Marie. Real
tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I'm crippled, Joe, crippled!"  Joe
slowely eased a sobbing Marie down, and she slumped to the ground, crying
real tears.

                                                Chapter Ten

       Joe knew what he had to do. Taking the bag of groceries in hand, he
placed them by the side of the closest house. Perhaps they will be able to
use them, he thought. His only concern now was Marie, getting her home
safely, so that he could take care of her mutilated feet. He couldn't very
well carry both Marie and the bag of groceries. Joe returned to Marie's
side. Her tears had eased to loud sniffles. Joe knelt down beside her.
"Remember on our wedding day, when I carried you over the threshold" said
Joe softly. Marie nodded and lifted up her tear streaked and pain filled
face. "Well, get ready for a longer trip", and with those words, Joe
placed one arm under Marie's back, the other arm beneath her rear end, and
lifted her up in his arms. Marie giggled despite the severe pain in her
feet. "Joe, our house is four blocks away. You can't carry me that far.
And what if a neighbor sees you carrying a woman down the street??"  Joe
kissed her cheek fondly and said nothing, merely continuing his slow
progress down the sidewalk, his beloved wife firmly in hand. 
   
    Marie was getting heavy by the third block. Joe tried not to breathe
heavily, hoping
Marie would not notice his laboring efforts. Marie did notice, but her
pleasure over being carried through the streets by her beloved, and the
fear that he might put her down and force her to take any more steps on
her tortured feet, were more than enough to keep her quiet. She only hoped
and prayed he would make it all the way to the front door. And Joe did
make it, all the way up the 5 step stoop, to the front door of their
house. There he slowely eased her down, letting out a deep sigh of
fatigue. "I'm not that heavy", teased Marie, as she leaned heavily against
the side of the house. "C'mon, get the keys and open up already. My poor
feet....." moaned Marie. Joe opened up the front door, once again scooped
up Marie in his arms as she let out a surprised laugh, carried her into
the living room, and laid her down upon the couch.

                                                 Chapter Eleven

     Marie sighed in relief as she sank down on the couch. Now, finally,
her ordeal looked to be over. But she was filled with dread as she slowely
reached towards her feet. They had swelled, she knew. Her feet truly felt
glued and attached to the shoes. Marie knew her feet were covered with
blood, some dried, some fresh and wet. She could not move any part of her
toes or foot, so tightly were her feet encased inside the size 6 shoes.
She reached towards the heel, and gently tried to push it down. It did not
budge. Marie applied a little more pressure, still no movement, but a stab
of pain in one of her toes as it shifted ever so slightly inside the shoe.
"Joe", she called out. "I need you to help me". Joe returned from the
kitchen. "Just lie there" he said, "I know exactly how to take care of
your feet." Marie hoped he was right.  Joe placed 2 large basins of water
by the couch, both filled, and a third, smaller basin, empty, by the
couch. In his hands he carried several rolls of paper towels, several
rolls of bandages, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Just a second, Marie,
I'm going to get some plastic sheeting from the garage, so we don't get
any blood on the couch", said Joe. Marie marveled at this medical side of
Joe, who would have guessed a car salesman would have any kind of interest
or aptitude for medical care or first aid. 

      Joe returned to the living room with the plasic wrap, went to the
side of the couch where Marie was lying with her poor feet extended. Joe
carefully lifted up her legs, and placed several layers of plastic over
the couch, then carefully lowered Marie's legs back down. He leaned
forward and began to examine her feet, stuffed like sausages into the size
6 gold pumps with the 4 1/2 inch high heel. Marie leaned forward "Joe,
they are filled with blood, the shoes are. I can feel it. Dried blood
between my feet, my stockings, and the shoes. I'm so afraid. What if you
pull them off and you tear off all the skin that's left, if there is any
left", Marie frowned with concern. Joe carefully reached towards her feet,
"Which one is less painful", he asked. Marie debated this question in her
mind. Both were a mass of anguish, but the right foot had at least had a
hour or so to try and recover from that supermarket toe banging. Marie
pulled back her left foot, and extended the right one. "Do the right one
first, Joe. Oh God, be very careful..." she moaned fearfully. Joe took
Marie's right foot in hand, and placed his right hand on the back heel,
and his left on her ankle. One quick forceful push to get the shoe off, no
hesitation. The quicker the better, thought Joe. Without warning to Marie
he yanked at the shoe with all his strength. It pulled off Marie's foot,
dragging skin and blood with it. Marie let out a bloodcurdling scream as
her tortured foot was freed from it's coffin. The pain however, had
reached a new level of intensity, because when Joe pulled off her shoe, he
ripped away what little scabbing and protective skin still remained on her
mutilated foot. Marie was now trembling from the pain, as Joe held her
sheer, nude colored stockinged foot. The stocking was glued to Marie's
foot with blood. The sheer toe area of the stocking was totally blackened
from all the dried blood. Marie raised her head to look, and gasped at her
stockinged foot. "Don't panic, Marie, It'll be okay", said Joe. Marie was
still gasping from the pain in her newly freed foot. "We'll wait a few
minutes, then pull off the other shoe, then you'll soak your stockinged
feet in this cold water, so the dried blood which is sticking the
stockings to your feet will loosen up," said Joe. Marie could only nod,
and tightly grip the ends of the couch in fear. She now knew what agony
would be felt when Joe pulled off her left shoe.

      After a few minutes Joe held out his hand, "give me your left foot
Marie," he said. Marie trembled and shook her head. "I know it's gonna
hurt bad, baby, but the shoe has got to come off, you know that." Joe said
gently. Marie slowely extended her foot, and Joe repeated the pulling off
which he had done on the previous shoe. Marie's scream was even louder
this time, and Joe could actually see pieces of skin that had somehow gone
through the stocking and into the shoe. Looking closer, Joe saw that the
stocking had torn in the toe area, a quarter sized hole right by the big
toe. Looking at the exposed skin Joe saw that it was red as fire, the skin
glistening with wetness, though not actually bleeding. Marie was breathing
in short gasps, trying to block out this pain that had reached a new
crescendo of intensity. Her face was screwed up in agony, and Joe went
around the couch to her side, after carefully laying down the bloodsoaked
foot on the plastic sheeting. Joe kneeled down and kissed Marie's head,
then put his head beside her's, "I know it hurts very badly, but we will
heal your poor feet", Joe tenderly said. It took several more minutes
before Marie could regain any semblence of composure. When she did, she
lifted up her head and looked at her two stockinged feet. They looked
mutated, not even human. Marie could feel hundreds of nerve endings scream
whenever she tried to move any of her toes. They were glued to her sheer
stockings with dried blood. Marie felt desperate, she wanted those
stockings off her feet. Joe saw her need, and helped her to sit upright on
the couch, being very careful not to jostle her feet. He sat her up, and
moved the basin of cold water to her feet, gingerly picking up the right
foot at the mid calf, he manuevered it towards the basin of cold water.
"This may hurt...." he cautioned. Marie closed her eyes in terror and
balled her hands up into tight fists in anticipation. Joe lowered her foot
into the cold water and Marie felt the shock of pain on her raw and
exposed and bleeding nerve endings.
"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaa", Marie let out a long slow
moan of despair and agony. Her right foot bagan to tremble and she
reflexively tried to withdraw it from the basin of cold water. "Just hold
it in a little longer", urged Joe, hoping that the water would loosen some
of the dried blood that was glueing Marie's foot to her blood soaked sheer
stocking. "Okay", said Joe after a few minutes, as he lifted Marie's foot
carefully out of the basin. The water had turned a brownish red from the
blood, and Joe carefully held Marie's foot up, at the mid calf, as
brownish drops of water dripped down her toes. Joe could not tell if the
dried and crusted blood which held Marie's stocking pasted to her foot had
loosened."Can you wiggle your toes, baby?" he asked. Marie concentrated on
her foot, and hesitently moved them a tiny fraction, then let out a yelp.
"Oh Joe, they are still pasted to my stockings with blood! What are we
going to do?? You can't pull them off with force, Joe, you'll rip away
what little skin I have left on my toes!"  Joe thought about the
situation, then returned to the kitchen, emptying out the other basin of
lukewarm water, and filling it with very warm, almost hot water, then
returning to Marie. "This should be better", he said, placing the basin of
very warm water down. "You'll have to put both feet in, and leave them to
soak for 30 minutes or so. Marie was scared, and sat up on the couch. Joe
sat down right beside her. "I'll be here, holding you, the whole time",
said Joe. Marie nodded and slowely placed her left foot into the basin of
warm water. A shudder racked her body as the raw and blood soaked foot
touched the water, and she threw her arms around Joe, glad for the
physical comfort that his presence provided. "Put the other one in too,
sweetie", Joe said softly as he continued tenderly stroking her head.

        Marie did as Joe instructed, and they sat there, side by side, for
the
next 25 minutes. Joe told Marie jokes, and tenderly kissed her, and tried
to help her block out the waves of pain that enveloped her feet, as the
warm water slowely loosened up some of the crusted over blood and scabs on
Marie's poor feet. 

                            (Continued in part #4, separate post)

 


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