Kelly Haunts Me 2 - Chapter 5

Kelly is a heavy sleeper. She currently rolled over and I am stuck under her back, her bare soft skin crushing me into the mattress. But that’s alright, earlier, she was crushing me under her butt, wearing white panties. One does not end under someone’s butt by accident, I know. As a matter of fact, knowing I would die tomorrow I spent my night with Kelly walking around the bed around her, gently touching her skin, kissing her where I was standing. That way, I’ll die knowing I haven’t only kissed and touched her feet. I walked all around her, touched her ankles, her calves, her tights, her butt of course, and al the way up, I even ended up crushed under her head when she turned around and I was on the pillow. There were hair everywhere, her coconut smelling brown hair, I will never forget that. 

Kelly is magnificent. 

She’s stirring, that means it is morning and she’s slowly waking up. Good, I’ll finally be able to get out from under her back. She rolls over, not fully awake yet. Whew! Even if I had not slept at all for the whole night, I crawl away from her. For some reason she moans. I manage to stand up on the bed sheets and walk on the bed away from Kelly, in case she turns on her back again, and she does, I knew she might have felt me under there and let me out. A woosh of air pushes me back on my hands and knees when she turns and all her body weight come on the bed next to me. She moans again. Is she awake? I look up at her face but I cannot tell if her eyes are opened. I walk up to the pillow, next to her arm and shoulder. 

“Okay.” She says, half awake. There, she’s conscious at least. I wonder why someone would just say okay while waking up. I wait patiently for her to spot me, but she doesn’t. She moans. I see her left hand, the one next to me, slowly make its way down under the sheets to where I can only believe is her mid section. She moans again. Oh lala, I think she’s actually aroused. 

“I had dreams Mrs Allen.” She says, groggily. Oh, dreams, I love dreams, especially the ones where I …she turns slowly and her right hand, coming from the other side of her body comes down crashing on me. She wiggles her fingers to actually get a grip and picks me up. She brings me above her breasts, they are under the thin bed sheet, she was not wearing any bra. She has one eye opened, the other remains closed. “Okay.” She says again. I don’t understand. 

“Good morning sweetheart! Okay what?” I say. She gently removes the bed sheet and I am above her bare breasts, she then lowers me on her chest and I land on my feet and lose balance on her body and fall back on my bum. I am standing on her bare chest, between her firm young breasts, creamy and soft. I cannot believe what she is doing. I crawl on all fours and kiss her skin, I don’t even know if that “okay” meant I was allowed to do it, but I take my chances, anyway it is my last day to live, after all. And if I don’t die, I’ll end up living away from Kelly anyway, so I kiss the soft skin between her breasts. Her hand comes to me, she grabs me between her thumb and fingers and brings my face to the top of one of her breast, where the tit is and I kiss her tit, frantically. She moans, her other hand is still down there. 

Now I understand why she said “okay” twice. She’s going to give me what I wanted. It traveled and made its way into her mind that it could be fun to try or at least that she could at least give me what I wanted before letting me go, I mean, before crushing me to death the very same day. After minutes of me kissing the firm young tit, Kelly confirmed her grasp on me and slowly dragged me on her body, down her belly, and lower, and lower, and then slipped her hand under her panties, along bringing me down where women usually pleasure themselves. She holds me between her thumb and forefinger, my head and legs exposed. She brings my head and face to her moist, warm clit and pressed me on it, moaning above her whole body muscles tensed and aroused. I cannot believe she actually is doing what she is doing. She gently very slowly rubs me on her clit, engulfing me into her sex, sharing her masturbation with me, using me as a sex toy. 

This is a gift. 

This is something up close and personal like nothing else can be. Kelly rubs me in, moans, and actually masturbates herself with me. I am covered with her body’s natural lubricant. She is warm, almost hot. I am happy, my little tiny minuscule heart is happy to be part of her pleasure. But then she lowers me, down to the opening of her vagina and slowly, very slow, does exactly what I’ve been dreaming of myself. She’s inserting me inside it, feet first, then to my waist. Oh my god, it’s so warm in there. I can feel her vagina muscles around me, then deeper a bit, she moans again. She’s now holding my head between her fingers, smoothing me with the skin of her thumb, pushing me inside, pulling me out a bit, then pushing me inside deeper. I am way too small to give her pleasure like this I think, but she’s having fun and it’s not like I could instantly grow. Only men do that.

I am down inside her vagina, into her body, up to my neck, only my head sticks out. She releases her grip on me and leaves me like this, her panties fabric comes to touch the top of my head, her hands are gone. She’s moaning again, and I hear her say “good morning”. I cannot believe I am where I am, almost fully inserted inside her vagina. I can feel her giant fingers outside of her panties, touching my head, and all of a sudden, without warning, they push me completely inside, and not only a bit. My whole body is engulfed in her body, I try to pull myself out by my hands are only caressing the dark insides, completely pitch black confines of her vagina, Her muscles are too strong and they closes the door behind me. I am inside her, inside her completely, oh my god. 

The smell is bearable, she humidity, warmth and viscosity of my prison is astonishingly different than what I thought it would be. I feel like I am cooking, her body is so warm. I don’t know which way I am facing, I feel like in 0 gravity. Yet, I know Kelly is sitting, then standing. Is she walking? She’s walking. She’s actually walking in her room, awake, with me inside her body, trapped. She’s doing what now, I can only try to guess what she’s doing. She’s putting on some socks, some pants or shorts or whatever. She’s dressing up. She’s walking again. I hear her heart, her blood pressure, her lungs, her digestive system, I hear all what happens inside her body, barely nothing that happens outside. She’s doing what?

I try to find the opening, the exit, the air, the light, but no, Kelly wants me in there and there is no way I can find my way out. She’s drinking water, she’s now putting on some shoes...wait… she’s going jogging, the morning run. What? With me inside? This can’t be! I am supposed to be in her sneaker, not inside her vagina. I am not worth this, I do not deserve this. Please Kelly, don’t stop, please do it, humiliate me to the max, go jog while I am inside you. 

The rhythmical ups and downs of jogging remind me where gravity stands, where is the ground, where is up and down. I am still in no gravity land, surrounded by pitch black darkness and constricted by her inner walls of flesh, keeping me firmly in place. I thought there would be more room to move but there isn’t much. I can feel her body getting warmer. Kelly you’re a goddess among human. I love you my dear Kelly, I love you. I feel I am going to pass out, but I want you to know that I love you from the bottom of my heart, and I will always….

I pass out. 

My mind comes out of my body. I see it, inside Kelly while she’s ignoring me, jogging her morning run with me. She looks happy, maybe a bit unfocused, excited, aroused. She looks like she’s having fun running and feeling me inside her. I am flying like an angel, next to my Kelly. I sit on her shoulder, being bumped up and down, I fly like an angel, out of my body, she doesn’t know. I am like a tiny little ghost. Am I dead? Is that it? I have had out of body experiences before, especially when she crushes me hard inside her soccer cleats, or like this, when she crushes me in her sneakers while jogging. I am probably not dead, just completely passed out. I fly down under her t-shirt, I slide down and follow the soft skin of her body getting warmer down and humid from perspiration. I go back where my body is, and woosh, I am back, awake, where I was when I passed out, inside her vagina, being jogged with. 

How much time did she job, I have no idea, all I know is that now we’re back in her room, she’s in bed, and she’s using a vibrating sex toy to actually bring herself to full satisfaction. I can feel the vibration, it is spreading in all her mid section, teasing and exciting every single muscles and then, she becomes crisp, tensed and I feel it, she’s just had orgasm, it lasts a few seconds, she’s not breathing, then, ahhhhhhhhhh. All her body become limp, relaxed, and she exhales a long time. Fingers are grabbing me and I am pulled out into the world and ironically all I can feel like doing is cry. Cry, with all my body, confronted by the absurdity of almost rebirth, and the dark perspective of death that will follow shortly. 

“Good morning!” she says, she wipes the body juices off of me with a paper tissue. 

“Morning.” I say. 

“You enjoyed that?” she asks. 

“Very much.” I say. I nod, still being held by her giant fingers. 

“you know today I’m going to crush you, right?”

“Yes. I know.”

“Are you sure about this?” she asks. 

“Not at all, but, there is no going back now.” I say. She nods. She’s sweaty. Back from jogging, had an orgasm. I can’t blame her. She stands up and walks to the bathroom where she turns on the shower. Usually she leaves me in her room to go shower in privacy but this time, she places me down on the shower floor. The giant beads of water crash next to me and on me, the warm water is soothing. I only have time to turn around and I see Kelly coming inside the shower with me, fully naked, tall like a dozen skyscraper, and her giant feet next to me, ready to crush me. 

Kelly showers and sometimes she looks down at me and then crushes me under her massive bare feet. She stays on me, washes her hair, then kick me, sending me rolling on the water, way too close to the drain for my comfort. But she keeps me with her, under her toes, under her feet, under her heel, she places all her weight on me, I almost drown under her, but I know all too well that I can hold my breath for a long, long time. I cough some water. She tramples me while showering, her soap falling down on me and washing me at the same time. Maybe it’s because she wants to give me a clean death. 

When the shower is over, Kelly dries herself with a towel an picks me up again, bringing me back to her room. She places me on the floor, next to a pair of black high heels I’ve seen her wear only on Christmas eve and at rare occasions. The heel was very thin, the leather shoe very clean. I saw those shoes as an instrument of death. While both looking at them, and watching Kelly put on skirt and nylon pantyhose, I cannot stop watching the heel tips, maybe half an inch in width. That would certainly crush me and make me pop like a raisin, like Kelly said. 

“You like them?” she asks. 

“Hmm?” 

“The shoes?” she says. 

“Yes, very much.” I say,. She’s putting on her bra, then a tank top. She then brushes her hair, still wet, and slowly brings them to a pony tail. She’s going to let them dry. She walks closer to me and the pair of shoes and she towers, menacingly above me. As much as I enjoyed what happened in the morning, now I am scared like shit about the fact Kelly’s whole massive body weight is going to be concentrated down onto these high heel tips that are going to press down on me with the sole and unique objective to kill me. She wedges her nyloned feet inside her shoes, rotating her ankle, and suddenly gaining 3 and a half inches in height. She then walks away with her heels, to see herself in the long mirror. 

“Am I beautiful?” She asks. 

“Yes, my goddess.” I say. 

“I am going to crush you now, are you ready?” 

“Yes, my goddess.”

She walks closer, my heart is pounding. We’re next to the carpet, on the wood floor. She come sin dangerously close and then she steps above me, I am under her shoes’ arch. 

“Tanks for everything, Mrs. Allen. I’ll never forget you.” She says above me. Oh shit. This is it. I lay down on my back next to her heel tip. I kiss it. I kiss what is going to kill me in the next minutes. This is it, the final moments of my life. My sad miserable life. Kelly lifts her right foot and carefully aims her heel down on me and lowers it above my whole upper body, head and torso and waist is under the tip of that giant high heel shoe.

“I’m going to press down now, Mrs. Allen.” Kelly says, warning me of my imminent death. My heart beats so fast I am sure it could get out of my chest and beat it. Kelly presses down, the pressure is bearable but it increases. It increases ten folds, and ten folds of ten folds, and again and again. Slowly, I see the other heel, with my head on it’s side, it lifts up, then the pressure becomes so heavy, so astonishingly heavy. I feel my chest and body want to meet the floor in a gooey mess but it doesn’t happen. I scream, it hurts, it…hurts….

I should die. Now, now. Now now now now. Please, I want to die now. Please. I try to relax my muscles, but my body holds the pressure still. Come on, Mrs Allen, it’s over now, die. Die god damn it. Die. Kelly twists the heel, I feel my skin scrape and I start to bleed. She is full weight on the heel, all her massive outstanding weight crushing me and I am not dying. I am not dying. I am not……

AAAAArgh! 

What a headache. I see black. I can’t feel any pain anymore. White spots, it’s like I am in space, surrounded by stars. It is beautiful. My head hurts, this is the only thing I can feel now. My vision comes back, the heel is being removed from me, I see Kelly’s beautiful face looking down at me. I see red, like if my eyes were filled with blood. I see Kelly’s shoe coming back down on me, the heel is coming back on me again, she’s going to retry. And the pressure comes back, but this time I can’t feel a damn thing but this stupid headache. Am I dead now, is it over?

I see Kelly removing her heel again from on top of me. The shoe sole comes into view, and then bam. She stomps. Bam, she stomps again. And Again. And again! She’s trying to kill me, and I’m in limbo, blacking out here and there, coming back to consciousness here and there, seeing her shoe sole crashing down on me dozens of times. Not dying. 

Please God, if you exist, let me go now, let me join you in the kingdom of whatever. I want to die, I want it to be over, I want things to be like Kelly and I talked about. I don’t want to live, I don’t want to grow back to normal size, I want to die now. Now! Take me, Take me now! BAM! She keeps crushing. She talks to me, but I can’t hear. I am a bloody mess on the floor, and Kelly doesn’t stop, she tries to take away my life, to crush it under her shoe. In vain. I barely see her…I black out. 

I see her rolling on me with her rollerblades. We’re outside, in the driveway. I’m a little pebble her rollerblades wheels keep bumping on. I am a gory piece of bloody guts and bones, not dying. I black out. I am in and out. Hopefully at some point this agony will be over and Kelly will achieve her goal. For me to actually die under her feet, no matter how. I see her jump on me with her soccer cleats. The rubber cleats crushing me intensely. That headache again. I see her stomp me with sneakers. With hiking boots. I see her towering body crush me all day long. I see her crush me like never she did before. Never giving up, always trying something new. I am half present. I am half dying, half alive. My Kelly isn’t giving up. She finally stomps me one last time…and this is it. 

This is it. 

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I see all my life in a second. 

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This is it. 

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I am leaving. 

It’s over. 

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It’s over.