IMPALED

Carol slowly opened her eyes at the sound of the soft classical music coming form the clock radio, after a delightful nights slumber. WOW! She thought, as she slowly gained all of her senses,had she really spent seven hours chatting with her new "Foot Pets" on the Net last night?

From an early age Carol new she was different.  From the time she accidentally crushed an errant and unsuspecting newt under the lethal spike heel of her mothers 4 1/2 inch strappy sandle while dancing on her back porch, she began hunting victims for her pleasure.  Now, with her new business selling worn heels on the WWW, there was an never ending plethora of men fighting to be the first to taste the sting of her heels, especially her BZs,(you know the hollow heel that causes maxium damage, and maxium pain). "Why fight she thought!" "There was plenty of pain underneath her heels for any/all men.
     Slandering out of bed, Carol streached both arms into the air and yawned,"Another day, Another slave"! Showering quickly, Carol had only one thing on her agenda this morning.  "I must get to Wal-Mart for some more film, I can't be caught short".  Carol donned a mini pastel sun dress, and slipped her perfectly manicured red lacquered toes into a pair of old worn 4 1/2 inch black metal spike heels she used for everyday ware. "Squish", was the sound both of her feet made as she entered both shoes.  Carol loved the sound, and walking in these worn metal spikes was just like walking in sneakers to her.  Giving her hair a onece over with Ghost Mist perfume, whe quickly grabbed her car keys, and was out the door.
     Carol, inserted the key into the ignition of her vintage red Camero, and gave it a turn. AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR, the engine howeled in it's atempt to come to life. "Come on, Come on", she thought as the engine refused to start. Carol turned the key again, and began vigorously pumping the gas petal in the hope that this "four wheeled mechanical trouble maker" would get the message, "lets go'!  She could not understand this, she had just had the car serviced.  "I must return to the service center and have a few choice words with that mechanic, she thought".  Finally after her right foot violently hit the gas petal for the tenth time, almost causeing her metal spike heel to tear through the floor board, her baby started.  Carol breath a sigh of relief.
     Pulling into the Wal-Mart parking lot, Carol never noticed Scott, a store employee who arrived at the same time she did.  Exiting her Camero, Carol, placing both heels onto the concrete parking lot made a sound like two shots from a small caliber gun. This caught Scott's attention, and he turned to behold Carol, a stunning red head, very similar in appearance to Pam, his ex-girlfriend.  Jim hated Pam now, and was trying to erase her from his memory, but seeing Carol only triggered a flood of negative emotions.  "That bitch", he thought of Pam, that "two timing Bitch!!!
     Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Scott walked ahead of Carol, but the staccato sound of her spikes only reinforced all of his negative feelings he had for Pam now.  "My, how I hate that sound he thought"!
     Now inside the store, Carol remembered several more items she needed, and procceded jewelry counter.  A new gold ankle bracelet was in order after the one that snapped while she was trying to start the car.  After picking up a couple of more items, Carol headed for the film counter.
     "Hello", was Carol's greeting as she approached a young man sitting on the floor bracing himself with one hand behind his back resting it on the floor while he inserted film into film slots with his right hand.  Scott, hating the sound of stiletto heels was totally unpropared as Carol neared him.  "Ghost Mist! Ghost Mist!  That was the perfume Pam wore!! Carol began her next sentence, "Do You"?  But before she could finish, Scott arrogantly quipped,"LADY, DO YOU SEE WHAT I AM DOING???  WHAT DO YOU WANT"!!!!  Caught off guard by Scott's sudden disrespectful response, Casrol stepped around Scott, and leaned up onto the toe of her left shoe and reached for a box of film on the top shelf, bringing her right foot into the air. "Accidentally", as her right foot returned to the floor, Carol stepped backward, her well worn sharp metal spike landing on the back of Scott's right hand just above the nuckle of his index finger.  Carol really did not feel it, and was surprised by the low squeal coming from below her.  Carol looked down into Scott's contorted face of pain, a face that nearly had it's eyeballs popping out. One second, Two seconds, Three Seconds, and then the SCREAM, "LADY!!! PLEEEEEASE GET OFF OF MY HAND"!! Oh!, Carold said in mock concern as she twisted her heel on his hand and stepped away, bidding him "have a good day", aas she made her way to the check out counter.
     NO, THE sound of the amblance siren did not surprise Carol, as she stood in the check out line.  She knEw it would be bad for him after she looked down and saw his hand underneath her heel.  But for Carol, this was just one more free lesson she was willing to give all men, a lesson that Scott and now learned. "ALWAYS RESPECT WOMEN IN SPIKES"!
     It had been three weeks now, and Carol had not even given the Wal-Mart incident a second thought until one morning when she stopped into a local Micky-Ds for a  cup of coffee.  As Carol opened the door of the restaurant and entered, her well worn heels began to beat a sinsterly melodious melody on the tile floor as she made her way to the counter.
Now only a few feet from the counter, Carol noticed a young man with his right hand in a cast, and immediately recognized "Film Counter Scott", the Wal-0Mart employee.
     Scott, lost in his own thoughts about what to order, and how much of a settlement he might get,due to the unfortunate "accident" to his hand was brought into another state of mind when he heard the unmistakable sound of Carols's stilettos. The sound was unforgettable!  Scott's eyes began to glint with anger as he used up all of his emotional reserve in an attempt to control himself, but before he could turn around to directly to face his nemesis,  Scott felt a lite tap on his right shoulder.  Now turning around to directly face this "high heel witch", Scott was at a loss for words, as Carol opened the conversation with "Hi Guy, do you remember me"? "I am truly sorry about your hand, please forgive me, I really didn't mean it".  Looking directly into Carol's eyes, Scott was "stunned'!  Carol was absolutly beautiful,the kind of beauty only seen in Gothic paintings, and she resembled Pam more than he first realized. How's your hand Carol queried?  Now embarrassed by his initial words to Carol, Scott lowered his eyes towards her feet and answered, "OK, I guess, I get the cast off in a few days." THATS WONDERFUL, Carol announced with sincere glee.  "Listen Carol chirped, I really feel bad about this whole thing, let me buy your breakfast?  Scott now seing his opportunity, sized upon it, and responded, "only on one condidion, that is if you join me".  In an effort to show her sincere feelings about the incident, Carol saw no harm in sharing a meal with Scott, even though she was only having a cup of coffee.
     Taking a seat at a corner table, Scott and Carol were truly face to face now for the first time.  Looking into Carol's eyes, Scott could now see that she had a beautiful spirit, and was genuinely a caring woman.  "OH NO"!! How could a first encounter with a strikingly beautifly woman like Carol gone so disastrously awry?? Hi! Carol chimed as she opened the table conversation, I'm Mrs. Smith. Scott's heart sank, she was married. At this point, Scott had not only found it in his heart to forgive Pam, but also had secretly forgiven Carol as well. "Scott, Scott Thorton he replied."  Well Scott, how long have you worked at Wal-Mart?  Carol's question opened the way for Scott to begin his life story, and he began taling about Pam, and how all of the plans thay had were shattered when he found out about another man she was 'seeing'.  Ironically, this all happened the same week as the incident with his hand.  Talking about bad luck! Scott went on to describe the injury to his hand, telling Carol that the doctor said that her heel come down on it with the accuracy of a guided missle, and the force of a pile driver. There was no "crunch" sound, because the bone was completley shattered, and immediatly turned to bone meal. Scott's doctor also informed him that when the cast came off, his hand would be permanetly shaped as if he were "cupping" something. This revelation only made Carol feel all that much worst.  Carol began to speak, and started to tell Scott a little bit about herself, and how she met her husband.  As Carol spoke, Scott furtively glanced at Carol's right foot which was crossed over her left knee, and extending just past the edge of the table. Scott looked at her heel. "Gawd"!, Scott thought, that's not a heel, an "icepick" would have been a closer description. How did she walk in them??? Why did she ware such a dangerous shoe????
     As Carol continued on, little did Scott know that long, long ago, Carol had decided that there were only two type of men in the world. #1. Those who hurt women, #2, and those who want to be hurt.  Carol,in her own personal life's philosophy had decided that those men that hurt women must pay. Her heels wer only "symbols" of payment due to all men who hurt women......it was really no big deal to her, and she was more than willing to oblige.
     With her conversation winding down, Carol could not help to make Scott an offer.  "Listen Scott, I really feel bad about this whole thing with your hand, why don't you give me your phone number, and some evening I will call you and invite your over for dinner, what would you like me to make"? Scott could not believe his luck, he truly like Carol now that he had 'met her'.  Maybe, maybe, just maybe??????  Maybe there was a chance with her!!!!!!!!!!  Carol bid Scott, "have a good day" as she got up and began to leave. Scott was beside himself now, this had really made his day.......little did he know what the future held!
     In the nearly three weeks after Scott's chance meeting with Carol at Micky Ds, Scott thought about Carol often, but never thought that she would actually call him until one night while bored watching the same old moves on 'Smack Down', the phone unexpectely rang.  Scott picked up the phone and answered with a half hearted "hello"?  "Hello Scott! Hows my favorite film counter guy doing, how your hand, came Carol's cheery greeting as she qurried Scott about his well being.  "Fine", Scott responded as he explained that he still neeeded to be careful with his now deformed/cupped right hand. "Listen", Carol intoned, my husband is out of town on business, and I am so lonely here all by myself, I've made an extra serving of Veal Parmagine, I know it's your favorite, haver you had dinnere yet?  Scott Was now excited at the prospect of having dinner with Carol, and it was easily dectectable in his voice as he answered with an enthusiastic "NO!!  "PERFECT', Carol chimed, everything is ready, my address is 1145 Park Ave, can you make it here in twenty minutes Scott?  Yes! Scott replied overjoyed, "I'll see you in twenty!
     Actually, it was a thirthy minute drive, but Scott would make it in twenty minutes without a second thought.  Grabbing a single rose from a vase he had cut from his garden earlier that day, Scott could not more fast enough, and was out of his door like a bolt of lightning.
     Exactly twenty minutes later, Scott was at Carol's front door, rose in hand.  Scott was plesently surprised when Carol answered the door waring the same beautiful pastel sun dress wher was waring the day of the mis-hap with her high heel stelitto.  Carol was absolutly a stunning beauty, even without her make up.  In the back of Scott's mind, he some how thought that he could turn back the clock, and start all over, erasing his initial words to Carol.  "This is for you", he said as he handed Carol the sumpusous red rose.  "OH"! "How sweet of you Scott, you really didn't have to , as Carol took the rose, and deeply inhaled it sweet frangrance, as Scott stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. "But listen Scott, Carol said with caution in her voice, we can enjoy this evening with each other, but I must make one rule"  Rule?, Scott thought with a puzzled look on his face.  Yes, Carol replied,"please do not get excited without my permission", Carol glanced at the area just below Scott's belt buckle. "This way I will always feel safe". Now, Scott knew exactly what she ment.  With the combination of Carol's Ghost Mist perfume, and the frarance of the single rose, what man could control himsle in the presence of such a beautiful female, but Scott would try just for the priviledge of tasting Carol's Veal Parmagine.
     Dinner was ready and on Carol's dinning room table, being kept warm by elagant plate warmers. As it turned out, Carol was a gourmet cook, and her Veal Parmigine was a delightful four star restruarant quality.  The conversation durning dinner, mostly small talk, moved to tying up the lose ends of their 'getting to know each other' meeting at Micky Ds.  It turned out that Scott and Carol had a lot in common, in fact thay had just missed attending the same high school by a couple of years.  Carol was excellent company, and her Veal Parmagine was splendidly delicious, and in Scott's mind there was no way to top this evening until after dinner when Carol suggested that Scott stay and watch a video with her.
     Walking into Carol's living room, Scott knew he was in for another treat as he viewed Carol's giant,(72 inch), screen TV, and her 'state of the art' Dolby Pro-Logic home theater system. Her wall was covered with videos. "Any movie preference, Scott? I have almost every movie!, Carol asked as she tried to get an idea about what movie to watch.  Scott, responded cherrily with, "I don't know, why don't we watch your favorite!@" OK, just have a seat on the couch Carol said.  Scott could not believe it when 'Tiantatic'began. It was not only his favorite, but it was the movie he and Pam had made their vow on unending love watching.  For Scott, this was uncanny! But, Scott soon lost all intrest in tghe movie he had seen so many times as Carol began to swin her crossed right foot back and forth as she watched the movie.  Her deliciouly red lacqured perfectly formed toes reminded him of a bowl of fresh,cheeries),fruit ready to be devoured, and Scott was trying to look in such a way as not to draw attention to himself, but eventually Carol noticed.  Carol suddely extended her right leg and spred her toes in a fan like fashion, causin Scott to temporatly lose hie "closeted fetish mind". Her toes wer were beautiful. Scott, squirmed trying to make himself confortable against a raging erection in his pants, and seeing this, Carol glanced at his now erect member trying to break through, and began to sing,"Nan....nan na nan nana" in a sing song childrens school yard chant, using the words..."Scott has a foot fetish ....Scott has a foot fetish!! Carol sang the chant three times causing Scott to turn 'bright beet red' with embarssment.  It was true!! All of the years of lying to himself , self-denial, and self deciet had finally come to an end. For the first time in Scott's life, Scott was face to face with himself!  Scott was caught 'red footed'!  It was true!  Scott loved the sound of women's stelittos on concrete, he loved fish net stockings, he loved seeing women in high spike open toed sandles, and he loved watching women dangle their heels. At this very moment, Scott wanted to dive to the floor and shower Carol's feet with ardent kiss'es, but dared not , for fear that she would 'permantly drop kick' him out of her life having broken her one and only rule.  Scott sat silently on the couch and lowered his eyes as Carol gently cooed, "It's OK Hon, I understand, I understand."  Carol moved closer to Scott and took his right hand and gently began to stroke the back of it as she continued gently cooing "it's OK, it's Ok.".  As she continued to stroke the back of his previsouly 'spiked hand', Scott raised his head and looked directly into Carol's eyes.  This was it!!! The unmistakeable look of deep plantive adulation in his eyes told Carol all she needed to know. "Oh Scott, Carol stated emphatically, Your're in love with me!!!. The most important moment of truth in Scott's life had arrived, the withdows of his soul had spoken!!!!
     At this point, life was just moving to damm fast for Scott, and exceeding the legal speed limit of his emotional ability to cope. YES, he was in love with Carol, he conld'nt help it, she was just too fantastic!!! Why had life given him such a cruel twist of fate?? Why had'nt he met and married Carol instead of getting involved with Pam WhyyyYYYYYYYYYYYY???????  "OH Scott, I never ment for this to happen", Carol said apologeticly.
     Moving even closer to Scott now, Carol extended her right hand and gently patted Scott between his legs saying, "come on Hon, let me take care of that for you".
     Rising from the couch, with Scott in hand/tow, Carol lead him through the kitchen, and down the basement stairs.  Scott really did not know what to expect, he thought that he might be lead into some kind of dungeon or something, but was put at ease when he arrived at the bottom of the basement stairs, and saw a normal basement. This was obvisouly Carol's 'play room',as it contained a full bar, a stereo systgem as well as another wide screen TV, a confortable couch and three chairs.  Curisoiusly, though, there was no carpet on the floor, just a concrete floor.  It seemed strange that she did not have this touch of added warmth to such a cozy room.
     Carol, turned and faced Scott, and seductivly began removing his clothing, while all the time gently cooing ,"it's OK, It's OK.....With all of his cloths off, Carol pointed to the floor and said, "Hon, I want you to lie face down on the floor for me.  Scott, completely trusting Carol now complied without asking any questions.  Although the basement floor was cold, it only made his 'joy stick that much harder as he tensed his muscles trying to ward off the cold.  Carol moved to the corner dresser and returned with a blind fold, and placed it over Scott's eyes. WOW! Scott thought, I wonder what's on her mind?  Scott heard the sounds of chains, and felt Carol place restraining cuffls on both of his hand and feet.  At this point, Scott was ready for anything Carol had in mind,for he was truly in love 'this time'.
     Carol placed one of the chairs directly behind Scott, then she gently took his 'love muscle' and pulled it from under his body facing it directly behind him.  Now sitting in the chair, Crold extended her fith foot, and indexed his swollen cock between her necked big  and second toe.  Using her left foot to apply gentle pressure on his left nut, she began an exqusite sensuous up and down massage along his hard as steel shaft with her right foot, causing Scott to moan deeply with erotic pleasure.  "Gawd" Scott thought, "I never knew ther was this much pleasure in the whole world"!!  Yes, this was Scott's first foot job, and he was in heaven.  The pressure/pleasure Carol could produce with her delicious bare toes was better than any sex Scott had ever had.
     Scott's heart began to beat faster, causing him to become short of breath, while his body began volcanic like convulsions.  Scott quivered, let out a deep moan, and shot a geyser like stream of milky white love juice twelve inches behind him, just missing Carol's right foot, as he raised his head and collasped in a heap of erotic exhaustion!
     Carol got up and removed the restraints form his hands and feet. Gently she reached down and helped Scott to his feet, and necked, lead him back up stairs to her living room.  Once again seated on the couch, Scott had lost all intrest in his favorite move as it continued to play.  Sitting in a silence that seemed like an eternity, Scott, in his own mind was trying to come to terms with what had just happened.  Why was she being so nice to him?  Was it because she crushed his hand? Was she in love with him also, and did not want to say? For several minutes, both of them sat silently on the couch.  Scott was at a loss for words, he really did not know what to say.
     After several minutes of eternal silence, Carol once again began to swing her crossed right foot back and forth.  Seeing this , Scott's 'love tool' once again sprang to life and was standing at 'full attention', ready to sulute.
     Carol, seeing his engorged cock knew that it was time.  Without saying a word, she rose from the couch and took Scoot by the hand and lead him through the kitchen, with Scott waddeling trying to control his cock as it swayed for side to side.
     Now, once again in the basement, without saying a word, Carol pointe to teh floor.  Scoptt unhesitantly assumed his now favorite positon on the floor, and Carol place the blind fold and restraints on her new lover.
     Rather than hearing Carol pull up a chair this time, though, he heard Carol quietly ascend the basement stairs as her bear feet hardly made any sound. One minute, two minutes three minutes, worry and curioisity had caused Scott's raging erection to deflate.  "What the hell was going on"?
     Scott heard Carol open the basement door, and begin her decent. Shoes! Shoes! Carol was waring shoes, and when her heels struck the cold concrete floor, the sound tghe heels made was unmistakeable.  Carol was waring her red patent kid skin leather 5 inch heels she had specially made. These heels, ala 'BZ', were the infamous "Needle Heels", heels that at the tip came to a point about the size of the head of a "finishing nail", and were made out of top quality surgical steel.  In Carol's mind, only a very lucky few would be allowed to experience the delightful erotic pain they could inflict, and  was suprised that her first canadate had appeared so quickly.  In order to disguise the true nature of these heels, Carol had attached/glued small cotton balls to the bottoms at the top of each heel, making them look like normal heels.
     Scott's deflated cock once again sprang to life, and was rock hard, as Carol stood behind Scott, pivioting on the toe of her right pump with her heel ever so slightly raised in the air, swinging her heel from side to side in a 'tick tock', clock pendulum motion, barely touching the tip of his 'joy stick' each time the cotton ball passed. Scott was in heaven!  Again his breath became shorter, as he body quivered with pleasure!  As Scott's body began to convulse, Carol suddenly ceased her tick tock pendulum motion and pulled the 5 inch needle heel against the tip of his cock causing it to compress slightly inward. Carol, then raised the heel, causing the head of Scott's cock to spring forward while silmultaneously retuning her heel to the cold concrete, and felt nothing as her heel effortlessly passed through the tip of his now deflating 'love stick'.  The guttoral/primal banchee like scream emanating deep from Scott's very soul as he arched his back and raised his head straining against his restraints, reverberated off of Carol's basement walls, and nearly split her ear drums!!
     Steping backwards with her left foot, Carol placed the sole of her left pump on Scott's now deflated organ ner his galls, and twisted her righ foot back and fort in a 'one/two motion as she removed the needle heel from his pierced cock.  Carol now poured  a stream of alcohol onto his dick from a small bottle she had at the ready, causing Scott to unleash another ear-shattering scream, as he arched his back and raised his head, again straining against thre restraints, causing his face to hit the floor with a thud as he passed into the the 'never-never' land of high spike/needle heel uncounsciencenes's. "We would'nt want that to get infected, Carol thought.
     Heels clicking against the cold concrete, Carol rapidly walked to the dresser in the corner of the basement, and returned with a pair of pliers, and a miniture gold ring.  Carol inserted the ring into the tip of his dick, closed it with the pliers, and soldered it, cauterizing the wound.  Carol attached a long leash into the ring, and walked to the bar and poured herself a glass of wine, and sat on the couch contemplating her new 'Foot Pet's future.  There were so many posibilities here, she thought, so many avanues to traverse.
     One minute, two minutes/ five minutes, finally Scott slowly started to regain his senses, although he wasn't quite sure what planet he was on. The pain between Scott's legs was incredibly excruciating, and he slowly/carefull rose to his hands and knees in an attempt to reduce it.
Carol, very gently began pulling on the leash, towing Scott towareds her like the prize 'catch of the day'.  Now directly in front of Carol, Scott sat up on his knees, and looked directly into Carol's eyes. "Touch my heel", Carol commanded! As Scott feebly reached out with his left index finger and barely touched the needle heel of Carol's right pump, with Carol's right let crossed over her left knee, Scott pricked himself, and a small trickle of blood began to flow causing him to withdraw his hand quickly and place hi finger in his mouth.  "That's a good boy", Carol cooed with authourity.
     Carol, un-crossed her legs, and with the left toe of her 5 inch needle heel pump placed at the back of her right pump, forced  her right shoe off, and re-crossed her right let over her left knee.
     Silently, as if almost on cue, Scott reached out with his cupped right hand and took Carol's bare heel into it and drew her foot to his lips. "Ummmm, perfect fit" Carol thought!! Scott began to sob as he began to bath her right foot in a seemingly endless ocean of salty submission and kiss's.  He and Carol both knew that these were not tears of sorrow, buty tears of jot. YES! Dvoyhy knew that he had fvound heis plade in life, and that this was only just the begining of a very-very long relationship, for both he and Carol knew that they would be together FOREVER...........FOREVER!!!.........IMPALED............

Scottie Payne