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I'll try to make a topic to create some discussion inside the group and it's members, and not just watching and uploading pics on those galleries As this is a group around trampling, I would like to ask you if you had a tramping experience in real life. You don't need to go in full detail if you don't want to, this will be a space to share comments freely and only if you feel like doing it. Have you ever been trampled by a girl? Maybe you are a girl yourself... have you ever trampled someone under yourt feet? If you never had an experience, would you like to have it? How? Hope you like this idea of sharing your experiences!
Here's a controversial topic for the comunity...
Are you into Crush Fetish?
For those who don't know about it, it's right how it sounds: watching women crushing stuff, usually under their feet. Sometimes with they barefeet, but usually using heavy (and sexy) footwear like high heeled shoes or boots.
That "stuff" ranges from simple things like food, technology (phones, laptops, consoles), or toys (cars, dolls, action figures) to actual living things... primarily bugs, like cockroaches, snails, crawdads, little crabs, and so on...
There's also a sub tier called "hard crush" which involves crushing actually larger animals, like rats, fish, o
How did you learned that you liked trampling?
What if we share our experiences about this? What triggered your interest in trample? Did you experienced it personally? Did you see something that got your interest? Did you knew it since you were very young?
In my case, I knew I liked this kind of stuff since I was 8 or so. Playing video games and getting beaten by woman got me kinda aroused some times. Then, I had a dream about a giantess that kinda sparkled the thing further. Since then I was attracted to giantess stuff, but back then I didn't have internet. Was rather rare for me to see that kind of stuff.
But for trampling in particular, I remember that one day being a teenager I was
Hello there!
Since my friend and co-founder (and AMAZING artist) Juno89 is nowhere to be seen lately (I hope you get back in here dude! We miss you!) I decided to change some things around... at least until he gets back and get mad for this xD lol anyway. Here are the patch notes xD
- EVERYONE IS FREE TO JOIN THIS GROUP!
In the past, we used to admit only artists who could contribute, but I think it is better to just come and be part of Trampled-By-Her if you most want! I'm yet to accept your join request, but I do that to keep out spam and stuff.
- I made a new arrangement to the Featured folder. I was supposed to do that often anyw
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When i was in my mid20's i would dare my female friend she couldnt stand barefoot on my stomach for two hours, she did, i loved the feeling of her smoothe feet on my belly&chest, she loved it, i didnt hurt me, afterwards i was her footrest. Dang i kiss her. My current wife wont do this, too lazy. Friend was 5'8" 140 ( perfect size) wifey is 4'9" 160. Small feet.
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Collection of any trample experience, human couch or fictional stories I found on the net
Created: January 27th, 2010 at 7:12 pm
Modified: June 4th, 2022 at 7:38 pm
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It started as a movie project, but ended up horribly wrong. Having a strong fetish for high heels and high heel trampling I came up with a plan. I wanted to film women in high heels trampling, stomping, twisting and scraping their shoes on a life like dummy. It was critical that the dummy looked life like and fortunately my security job at the hospital gave me access to the resuscitation dummies (the ones they use when teaching CPR). These are the old ones…with legs, feet, arms, hands torso and head. I found that if I wrapped them in gauze bandages they did take a lifelike appearance on the bed or floor.
Step 2, I placed ads for a model actress and after a couple of emails, a phone call, and interviews over coffee I hired two women for the shooting. I gave them the following scenario. Your character was physically attacked by this man, he was let off on a legal technicality, but you learned he was involved in a serious auto accident and wound up in the hosptial. In this scene you enter his room, the lights will be off and stay off, I won’t be here the filming will all be done through hidden “realistic” camera work. As you walk in push the button on the wall behind the door, this is the trigger mechanism that starts the filming. The scene will officially begin. You will show no mercy, you will step on top of him with your heels. You will grind, scrape and drive your heels into his body. You will force your heels into his mouth and into his eyes. You will casually smile and laugh as you do this, feel free to ad lib as the microphones should pick it up. You should get into character as soon as you enter the hospital. Then go straight to room 2326. The dummy will be placed there. Then be as cruel and malicious as your heart takes you. If for any reason we need to call off the shoot, I will call you, maybe even the same day. Because there were two actresses I decided to take two days. Actress one, Beth, would do her scene on Monday night at 7:30. Actress two, Kate, would do hers on Tuesday at 7:30. Both would have the opportunity to work the dummy over before visiting hours ended at 8:00.
Saturday night I went to the hospital and into room 2326. I chose this room because they had just remodeled it and it wasn’t due to actually receive patients for another week. It didn’t take me long to place three hidden cameras, specially designed for night shooting, into place and hooked up the trigger mechanism. After testing it, I knew the cameras were set.
Sunday I started to prepare the dummy, I named him Jim. As I was in the hospital getting the supplies to bring Jim “to life”, I started feeling faint…dizzy and then….
I awoke in a hospital bed with Nurse Jessica staring over me. “Ah, your awake. You gave everybody a scare last night.”
“What happened?” I tried to speak; I wanted to speak, but nothing.
Jessica looked sad and sympathetic, “I’m sorry hon, you’ve had a stroke. You’ve been in intensive care for 15 hours, and now you’re here. It looks like you’re paralyzed and unable to speak. When you fell you cracked your head pretty hard and you broke three ribs. You have quite a bit of wrapping, but don’t worry you don’t look too much like a mummy. The doctor will see you in a few hours. We contacted your ex-wife, she said she’d come see you tomorrow. So, why don’t you get some sleep. It should be quiet around here, you’re the only one on this side of the floor and you’re in the newly refurbished room 2326.”
My heart sunk. “What day is it today?” I tried to shout…she saw me “freaking out” in my eyes, although I couldn’t move. “Don’t’ worry honey, it’ll be okay.” Said Jessica, as she quickly injected my IV with a sedative and I drifted off.
I awoke. It was night. I regained my senses and understood this wasn’t a bad dream, I saw the clock, it was 7:05 and I saw the black board with the nurses info…it was Monday.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I literally saw the hands on the clock pass by until 7:30 came. The door slowly opened and the hallway light briefly filled the room. My heart started pounding.
As the door closed, and the light faded out, I heard the click of the trigger mechanism starting the cameras and microphone, “You son of a bitch, you’re going to pay.” It was Beth and she was in character.
The clicking of her heels was frightening. As she got closer and closer I felt helpless. I tried to shout, to move, to warn Beth that indeed this was a real person…it was me.
I saw her at my bedside looking down at me with a sinister smile. Then she placed one high heeled foot on the bed, stood up and towered over me.
“Man he looks so real,” she said as she lifted and lowered her right foot over my face…
So here I was trapped, scared, and soon to be horribly abused by a woman in high heels who didn’t know I was real. On the periphery, an exciting and thrilling prospect…in reality, sheer hell.
First, I must speak of Beth. She was an attractive woman with a more athletic build. She was lean and in tremendous shape. From her written description she stood 5’6, I’d guess she was probably in the 125 lbs range. Her long brown hair framed a perfectly oval face. She had two deep brown eyes. In this scene she was wearing a black skirt suit with a pink ruffled collar blouse beneath. Her legs were bare and on the end of her size 7.5 foot that was hovering precariously above my face was a Giuseppe Zanotti pump with a sharp looking 3.5 inch heel. As a frame of reference, this was the pair of shoes she wore http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/40474330/c/... . Tasteful, gorgeous and dangerous.
As I tried desperately to move, to speak to somehow get her attention…nothing worked. She lowered her right foot onto my bandaged face. The light tanned leather sole pressed into my nose and the pain was excruciating as Beth flattened it into my face and began to twist. She did this for about 2 minutes…I think she was trying to work herself up to playing the part well. Then relief, my eyes were saucers of tears, but in the darkness and behind the bandage holes she couldn’t see this. I had little time to thank her for the relief as her foot, sole first, slammed back into my nose.
“You son of a bitch…you deserve to die!” Beth shouted as she slammed her foot into my head a second and third time. There was nothing to do, but take it. Finally, the slamming stopped and I felt the sharp edge of her heel resting on my scalp through the thin bandage. She then moved her foot and dangled the heel above my left eye…”Now you see it,” she said sweetly, then lowered the heel onto my eye, “now you don’t.” The pressure was immense and I could hear the fluid squishing as she pressed. Then she began twisting, the sharp edges of her heel scraped the orbital area, my clenched closed eyelid, and the edge of my nose. I thought for sure I was going to lose my eye. Suddenly, and to my utmost sense of relief, she pulled her foot out because she found it difficult to stand on the bed and maintain her balance.
Beth was resourceful however and decided that the “dummy” didn’t need to be on the bed. I could offer no resistance as she clutched my arm and slowly, carelessly pulled me to the floor.
“That’s better.” Beth said with a smile, then placed her right foot on my chest and stepped up with her left. Fortunately in my state I felt little pain, but I did feel a pressure deep inside one that made it difficult to breathe.
Beth started going up on her toes and then back on her heels. I imagined the pain would be intense, but fortunately felt little pain. Then she stopped and started prodding and scraping my chest with her heels.
“Let’s see if we can get between these bandages…you don’t deserve any padding.” As I heard the words spoken I could see, and slightly feel her heel dig into the skin above my sternum. Again she twisted and scraped at my open and exposed skin.
“Wow. He thought of everything.” I heard Beth say, and then realized she was referring to the blood that started to appear on the welts.
How could she not know that she was doing this to a real person? A human, one who was paralyzed, helpless, severely injured.
It was then that she leaped with two feet onto my chest. I felt the air expel from my body. Beth looked powerful; her shapely legs swaying as she danced on me.
She stood, danced and trampled me for nearly 20 minutes. Then she placed her left foot onto my face. I shuddered as the weight increased. The smooth sole of her shoe resting on my forehead; her heel driven into my chin. Unlike my body which paralysis had left with little to no feeling, standing on my face was unbearable. She twisted again then stepped off standing next to my head on the right side.
Suddenly, I felt a heavy blow, like a hammer. I realized she had kicked me in the head, and as she cocked her leg back she was going to do it again. BAM! I now know what they mean about seeing stars. BAM! Tears of pain and regret spilled from my eyes…eyes she couldn’t see. BAM! Now she was leading the kicks with her heel. BOOM! A heel shot to my temple…I could hear her giggling. BAM! The heel punctured and left a gash in my ear, hidden from her in the shadow. Then it stopped.
“Where were we with those eyes of yours?” Beth asked so sweetly. She peered down at me, for a second it almost seemed like she recognized I was a person. I felt overjoyed. “Help, help, help” I tried to shout, to blink anything to get her to realize.
“You look so sad,” she said with a slight smile, “aw, let me help you.”
I saw the heel of her right shoe descend above my right eye, through the eye hole of the bandages and into my clinched eye socket. The pain was immediate and frightening. I felt cold sweat begin to bead on my brow as she twisted on the thin heel. Then slowly more pressure, more, then she stood up…heel first on my eye. Suddenly a sickening “burst” of fluid as my eye literally popped. She seemed to feel it through her shoe as she looked down smiling and said, “Cool.”
I don’t know if I was in shock, but I don’t remember pain or fear. I just laid there helpless to this woman who slowly began to pull her heel from eye.
She could see it was dripping with what looked like blood and water.
“Oh, you better not have ruined these shoes, dick.” She said ½ in character and ½ at me for my “special effects”. Then she extended her heel to look at it better in the light, seemed frustrated, and then began to wipe her heel on the loose bandages on my chest. Occasionally, I swear I could feel the scraping. Despite my horror at the other events, I felt encouraged that the feeling was beginning to come back to my body.
“I have to go now baby,” said Beth in character and looking at her watch. I could see her smiling and blowing a gentle kiss down to me and my battered body. Then she stepped up onto my chest again, stomped and wiped, then stepped off toward the door. I heard the trigger mechanism being turned off, the door open, and the hallway light disappear with the sound of the closing door.
I don’t know how long I was out, what day it was, when I awoke. What I did know was I could feel pain in my chest and back, like I was hit by a car; the pain in my head was killing me and my eye…oh my God, my eye. I was back in bed and another nurse was standing next to me taking my vitals when she noticed I was awake.
“Welcome back,” she said with a smile. “I don’t know what you were thinking, but although you might be slowly regaining some of the feeling you lost, you cannot try to get up.” She shook her head in concern. “You took a very bad spill last night and I’ve got some horrible news…, we don’t know how you did it but when you fell…well, I’m afraid you lost your right eye.” I quietly wept and she seemed to have tears too.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Just to make sure you don’t have any more accidents, we had to restrain you.” I looked down with my one good eye and saw my wrists and ankles carefully strapped to the bed rails.
Then it dawned on me…Kate was due to show up at 7
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