Your back

“Braver than I thought,” says Lois. “And stupider.”

She steps onto your ankles first.

“Don’t wince now, this is just the beginning,” she tells you, as she moves a boot to your shin. “Wonder how many bones I’ll break,” she says, stepping forwards, “or how many boners.” She continues walking slowly, letting her weight push down fully with each step. Any hope you had of her doing this quickly has soon disappeared, but at least you get to stare up at Lois’s sexy body, at her matching grey sports bra and boyshorts, pleasure mixing with the pain as she crushes you beneath her.

Reaching your thighs, balancing on them, she looks down at your genitals, and you wonder why on earth you decided to lie face up.

She lifts her foot and slowly lowers it on to your balls, turning her boot around, rolling them beneath it, as she increases her pressure, then steps on them with full ****, managing to maintain her balance despite your squirming and screaming beneath her. While that foot remains firmly on your testicles, her other treads on your cock, flattening it.

“Think I’ll take a breather here,” says Lois, resting while you lie there moaning, your balls feeling like they’ll either pop or explode.

Finally, she steps off, and you’d breathe a sigh of relief if you could catch your breath after her stepping straight onto your stomach, delivering a stamp to the gut. Your chest rises off the ground, with the **** of her blow, but it quickly lowers as she places a boot on it, stepping forward.
You look up at her, a smile on her face, standing triumphantly on your chest. She places the toe of her boot against a nipple, and starts squishing it beneath, laughing at your discomfort.

“Now I guess I should stamp on that ugly face of yours,” she says, raising her boot, and then does so, hard, enough to knock you out and then some.

The next second you’re dreaming, having a nightmare. Lois is still walking over you, still dealing out punishment to your balls, your cock, your nipples, and you wonder whether this is just a dream, or a reality, as yet another boot smashes down into your face.