Message-ID: <1274eli$9706071429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1274> Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> 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) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /