Saturday Night: The King of the Mountains – Trampling

James Hiding Inside the Mascot Bear 

The evening was warm when Brenda stepped onto the patio, wearing an elegant black dress as the click of her black platform stilettos tapping softly against the tiles. She was heading to her car for another Saturday night out when something odd drew her eye. The soil beside the garden path had been disturbed, shaped into a shallow pit. Resting inside it was a five-foot seven mascot bear, its oversized cartoon grin staring up at her.

A note was pinned to its chest. Brenda bent at the waist, her voice calm and low as she read: “King of the mountains, I fear nobody. Definitely not your heels.

”She straightened and scanned the patio. “James, James!” she called dryly. “A new kind of staging? Cute.”, as James used to stage random things for her to trample.

Silence answered her, but she knew better than to think she wasn’t being watched. Her mouth curved in a slow, knowing smirk.

Brenda’s Lesson

Without a flicker of hesitation, she stepped down into the pit. Gravel shifted under her as she planted one stiletto squarely on the bear’s chest. A soft, drawn-out moan rose from inside the bear, almost pleading. Brenda arched an eyebrow.

“Oh? Bold tonight, are we?

”She pressed harder. The seams strained, and the bear let out a deeper, breathier “Ooohh…!” followed by a startled “Ouch!”

Amused, Brenda dragged her heel upward, splitting the fabric. Stuffing spilled into the dirt as the bear responded with another trembling moan, reacting to every inch of pressure.

She shifted her stance and set her other heel onto its chest, standing fully atop the mascot now. The body dipped sharply beneath her weight. Instantly, the bear groaned and released a stuttering series of moans. Brenda ignored them with effortless poise, folding her arms as if she were simply adjusting her balance.

Then, with a clam determination, she began marching in place.
Slow. Deliberate. Two full minutes of steady, crushing steps as her stilettos dug deeper and deeper.

Each step coaxed muffled cries, strained groans, and breathy, involuntary sounds from inside the bear.

Once satisfied, she slid one heel onto the bear’s oversized head.

Without notice she stomped hard squarely on its head, a sharp, dramatic scream burst out.

Brenda exhaled softly through her nose, amused, controlled, and ground and twisted her heel until the seams around the mane collapsed beneath her.

Stepping back, she brushed a few flecks of lint from her black dress and was ready to leave, until she noticed a distinct huge swollen bulge at the bear’s groin.

She clicked her tongue.

“Really now.” 

She raised her stiletto and brought it down, hard!

A choked cry escaped from inside the bear, followed by rapid, desperate moans as she firmly twisted her heel with slow, merciless precision. The bear gave a shuddering roar!

She continued for about a minute ignoring the sounds, until the bulge softened and collapsed beneath her sole. A second later, a long “ahhhhhh…” drifted up!

And then a spreading sticky stain appeared, spreading across the fabric. A thick, wet, sticky splash spreading across the groin of the bear, and up the arch of her stiletto.

It coated the shiny black material, clinging in streaks that reached nearly to the underside of the heel. 

“Predictable,” she murmured.

Brenda looked down at it, as she calmly said, “Look at this mess.”

She stepped onto the grass and began wiping her heel with slow drags, pulling the sticky residue off in long, stubborn strands. It smeared into the blades before finally lifting free. When the last hint of sticky residue was gone, she calmly said, “James, wherever you are hiding, I have to say you are a mechanical genius, making this thing make all these sounds! But I hope this pleased you!” as she turned and walked toward her car, her stilettos clicking an elegant, unbothered rhythm across the patio.

Another Saturday night.
Nothing unusual at all.

Hope you guys like it, and I used to write a lot of real trampling and crush stories years ago when I used to be on OCMB.net but since they are gone, I lost those stories I wrote. But if you guys like this, I will begin to write again and post a lot on here. Cheers. 

Lastly, I used Chatgpt to render these images to give you gives a visual clue, and it is a NIGHTMARE to render such images on Chatgpt due to all the restrictions, and I had to spend a lot of time modifying my prompts to convince it to do it. So hopefully you guys like the effort I put into this.