All the intense agony from the heels hadn't stopped but at least Jack could breathe again. He saw the women enter the house and shut the door after them and only then could Jack even think of catching his breath. However his relief was short-lived.
Who else would walk up right then than his best friend herself?
Mary was stomping up to the house, looking very dispirited. Jack lay stiffly, wondering if she would recognise him beneath the layers of strange clothes and sunglasses. The whole get-up would make anyone confused but Jack was still worried he'd get caught at last.
But Mary seemed to be in too much of a bad mood to really be very observant as she came close to the front door. She knew the routine to go to her room and not come down while the party lasted. Once she noticed the doll her face took on an expression of almost evil glee. "Now here's something to take my anger out on!" she muttered, still frustrated from Jack blowing her off from going with her to the movies.
Without wasting time she aimed her sturdy laced ankle-boot for his groin, stomping his balls. The unexpected attack almost made Jack howl.
But Mary didn't stop there. Face set with determination she climbed on the doll with her two feet and started stomping like she was crushing grapes beneath her soles. Then she suddenly jumped heavily on him. Jack felt her thick heels crushing his kidneys. Next she moved forward a bit and the next trample was on his head. Mary applied such tremendous pressure that Jack was tempted to scream out that it was him!
Just then she brutally twisted a sole in his ear and Jack felt the gravel beneath scratch his cheek. To Jack it was like his head was about to explode; almost as if his eyes would pop out of his sockets. All Mary's youthful weight of close to 120 pressed harder and harder on his ear which had Jack seeing colorful stars from the agony.
"There and there and there!" she muttered, punctuating each word with a stomp on his face, ribs and his balls. Jack couldn't even make a peep while he died inside with pain.
It seemed impossible to believe that Mary could act so vicious even if it was just a doll. Jack was too busy suffering to much appreciate the fact that he could see right up her flouncy skirt to her white lace knickers and her creamy full inner thighs. With one more smash of her boot in his stomach, she seemed satisfied to have vented her annoyance to the fullest and finally let herself into the house.
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