The Dancers
By Dr. Gimpy
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Chapter 1
Jen had been a dancer for as long as she could remember. She had been taking lessons since she was seven, and now, a sophomore in college, she was studying Dance. Among the other Dance majors, however, Jen wasn't especially popular. She was quiet and introverted, and the other girls almost constantly made fun of her, mocking her tall (six foot) and skinny build, her bisexuality, her large (size 11) and narrow feet and long and slender toes, and mercilessly laughing at her every time she messed up a move in class. The ringleader of her tormentors was Meghan, a beautiful girl and brilliant dancer who knew how pretty and talented she was, and never let anyone forget it. She seemed, for some reason, intent on making Jen's life a living hell, and was, by and large, successful.
The final straw had come during the recital at the end of the semester. As Jen waited in the wings for her ballet class' routine to begin, Meghan's tap class was finishing its performance. As Meghan exited the stage and passed Jen, she gave a quick stomp to Jen's left foot, clad
only in a ballet slipper. Jen felt a crunch in her toes as Meghan's tap shoe slammed onto her foot; she found out later that her three smallest toes were broken, but not before she had to go onstage and perform with her ballet class, feeling the intense pain of the broken bones grinding together every time she went up on her toes. The pain was unreal, but she was somehow able to complete the routine without a hitch. As she hobbled offstage after her bows, she saw Meghan laughing cruelly at her. At the hospital, as the doctor painfully manipulated the broken bones into place and carefully splinted them, she decided that she would have her revenge someday; when she was through, Meghan would never dance again.
Chapter 2
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One night in the early spring, Jen had her chance. She hated her roommate, and spent a lot of lonely evenings wandering around campus to avoid her. As she walked down a dark path through the trees, she saw someone approaching her, with the wobbly walk of someone who's been drinking. As the figure passed under a lamp post, she saw that it was Meghan. Drunk. And alone. She would never have another chance like this.
Meghan, trying (unsuccessfully) to find her way back to her dorm after a party, never saw what hit her. After Jen knocked her out with a quick blow to the head, she dragged Meghan to her car, and brought her to her parents' house, now empty since her parents were visiting her
aunt out of state.
When Meghan awoke, she found her self lying in a strange bed. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied to the posts at her foot of the bed, her legs spread apart. Her feet were bare. When she tried to cry out, she found that she was gagged. Then
she noticed she was not alone; a tall figure in a black ski mask stood in the corner of the room. Meghan screamed, but only a muffled whimper came out.
Jen, underneath her mask, quietly admired Meghan's feet. She was a fan of female feet in general, but Meghan's size sevens might have been the finest pair of feet she had ever seen. She obviously took good care of them and had regular pedicures (her toenails were painted
with a glittery lavender polish.), and had avoided any of the potentially disfiguring injuries that often plagued dancers. Her luck wouldn't continue, though.
As Jen admired Meghan's feet, she lightly ran her finger across the surprisingly soft soles, around the ball of her foot, under and between her perfect toes. They were neither too long or short, too bony or pudgy; they were perfect. Jen continued the tickling, briefly amusing herself with a game of "This Little Piggy" before increasing the intensity of the tickle torture. Meghan squirmed and thrashed around, muffled cries of distress coming from her gagged mouth. A few minutes later, she stopped; she had more important things to do. She kneeled at the head of the bed and whispered in Meghan’s' ear.
"You have very pretty feet, Meghan. You better get one last look at them though; they won't be the same when I'm through with them..."
Meghan's eyes went wide in fear and panic as Jen slowly returned to the foot of the bed and picked up a pair of pliers lying there. She slowly went to Meghan's left foot and gripped the cute little pinky toe with the pliers. Meghan started to panic as she felt the cold metal on her foot, and realized what was about to happen.
Jen squeezed Meghan's little toe with the pliers, and started to twist it at the same time. Slowly at first, and then, with a sharp twist of the wrist, she broke the toe, the cracking of the bones audible to both girls. Jen continued to twist the toe with the pliers, listening to Meghan's muffled screams as the broken bones scraped against each other. After a moment, she moved on to the next toe, and broke it the same way, followed by the middle toe.
Meghan closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the agony racing through her toes as they were broken one at a time by the masked stranger. She had heard the other dance students complain about the pain of broken toes, but this somehow seemed ten times worse than anything they had ever mentioned. As her second-biggest toe was broken, she screamed out in pain, even though the shout was all but inaudible through the gag she wore. As the pliers twisted the injured toe, the pain grew worse and worse, and she almost didn't notice when the pliers finally released the toe a moment later. She panted heavily, catching her breath during the pause in the torture. The masked stranger untied her left ankle, and for a brief moment Meghan thought the ordeal was over. But then the stranger set her foot down so that her toes were resting on the wooden board at the foot of the bed, and held her foot firmly in place. Meghan began to panic as the assailant picked up a hammer and lifted it over her head. Meghan closed her eyes, waiting for the hammer to fall. She felt nothing. After a quiet moment, she opened her eyes cautiously. Once she did, the hammer came down heavily. She watched, helpless, as it slammed onto her big toe, crushing the bones, sending a wave of pain through her foot even worse than the pain of having her other toes broken. She began to sob as her ankle was once again firmly tied to the bed post.
Jen moved again toward Meghan's head and whispered to her. "Did that hurt, Meghan?"
Meghan continued to cry as she nodded her head.
"Awwww...poor baby. We'll stop the torture for a minute."
Meghan sighed in relief. Then she heard another whisper.
"Let's play a game. How about..."This Little Piggy"!"
This seemed odd to Meghan for a moment, but started to make sense as she saw her torturer move back to her left foot. She began to whimper and shake her head fearfully as she realized what was going to happen. She felt a thumb and index finger squeeze her big toe (hard!) and wiggle it back and forth as a voice hoarsely whispered, "This little piggy went to market..."
The feeling of her badly broken big toe being squeezed and wiggled by the stranger's hand was unbelievably painful, more painful than Meghan could have imagined.
"This little piggy stayed home..."
As the voice spoke again, Meghan's second toe was painfully squeezed. Instead of simply wiggling the toe back and forth, though, she felt it roughly bent forward, till the pad of her toe touched her sole, and then quickly stretched back, till the toenail touched the top of her foot. Feeling the broken bones moved around so roughly, in ways that toes shouldn't even be able to bend, almost drove her mad. She had never felt such agony in her life, and only a fraction of a second later she felt her toe being sharply twisted, 180 degrees in each direction, sending fresh waves of intense pain through her body.
"this little piggy had roast beef...this little piggy had none..."
As her next two toes were similarly tortured, the pain in Meghan's foot reached a whole new level. She no longer even knew where she was, what was happening, her mind was taken over completely by the pain, the worst she had ever felt, worse than any she could ever imagine. As the cruel torture paused for a moment, she looked up, and saw her attacker's hand poised in anticipation over her pinky toe. As the cruel fingers painfully gripped the tiny toe, Meghan burst into tears again.
"and this little piggy...went wee, wee, wee, wee..."
As her pinky toe was quickly bent back and forth, twisted sharply in either direction, the pain almost drove her out of her mind.
"...all the way...home!"
With the last word, her attacker yanked her pinky toe out to the side, bending it sharply till it was bent at nearly ninety degrees, perpendicular to the rest of her toes. With this alarming sight, and the sharp shock of pain that came with it, she finally passed out...
Meghan was awoken by a splash of icy water on her face. As she awoke she felt momentarily confused: where was she? Then she felt the pain in her left foot, and remembered where she was, and the torture she had undergone. She started to scream through her gag, before she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She tried to pull away, but it was no us; she was still tightly bound.
"You can't pass out yet, Meghan," she heard the figure in the ski mask whisper in her ear. "We've only just started."
Meghan moaned in anguish as the stranger moved to the foot of the bed, approaching her still-unharmed right foot. Her tormentor untied her ankle, keeping a firm grip on her leg so she couldn't pull it away. As her knee was bent to rest her toes on the edge of the bed's
wooden footboard, Meghan started to cry, remembering the crushing of her left big toe. As if to confirm her fears, the black-clad figure picked up a hammer with her right hand, using her left to keep a steady grip on Meghan's arch, holding the foot in place.
Without warning, the hammer was slammed onto her big toe, breaking the bones with an audible crunch, sending agony shooting through Meghan's toe and foot. Meghan started to feel sick. The hammer slammed down on her other toes, again and again sending lightning bolts of intense pain through her poor foot. Meghan screamed through her gag as each toe was broken. After the hammer slammed down on her pinky toe, there was a pause. The attacker still had a solid grip on her ankle, but her toes were, for the moment, untormented. Meghan gasped, trying to catch her breath, still unable to believe that all ten of her toes were now broken. Having never broken a bone before, she had never known such intense pain. As she silently considered her situation, she heard her torturer whisper, "You have
beautiful feet, Meghan...even with all of your toes broken..."
Meghan looked up and saw the stranger kneel at the foot of the bed, the masked face moving toward her right foot. As Meghan watched, her attacker began to suck on her broken big toe.
Meghan had had a boyfriend who had a foot fetish, and enjoyed sucking her toes. Although she initially found it weird, she had gotten used to it, and found it very erotic. Now, however, with her toe in so much pain, having her toe sucked was torturous; as she felt the warm toungue caressing the injured digit she screamed again at the agony it caused. The stranger began to suck each of her toes, one at a time, while Meghan writhed around in agony. While sucking on the third toe, the stranger suddenly bit down hard. Meghan saw stars as she felt
the teeth on the crushed toe. The stranger continued to bite as she sucked Meghan's smallest two toes, one at a time, and Meghan twitched in pain, screaming till her throat was raw, although her voice was almost inaudible through her gag.
Finally the figure in black stopped, and Meghan gasped in relief. She looked down at her feet and cringed. Swollen and crooked, she could barely even recognize the toes as her own; her left pinky toe still stuck out to the side, almost at a right angle. As if reading her thoughts, the masked figure moved to her left foot, grabbed the toe, and roughly yanked it into proper position (or nearly so). Once again, agony shot through Meghan's poor, tortured pinky toe.
Only a second later, the masked figure grabbed all of Meghan's toes, each hand grasping all of the toes of one of Meghan's tortured feet. Meghan felt the hands squeeze her toes, whimpering with the fresh agony. Suddenly both hands pushed, bending back all of Meghan's broken toes, while squeezing them still harder. The pain shooting through both feet was more intense than any Meghan had felt through her whole ordeal. The hands of her tormentor wrenched her injured toes back and forth for what seemed like hours, but it was only fifteen minutes later when Meghan once again passed out in agony...
Chapter 3
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Another splash of icy water and Meghan was awake again. This time she found herself in a basement. She was lying on the cold floor, and realized, as she gradually became aware of her surroundings, that she was no longer bound, gagged, or barefoot.
"Hello again," whispered the now familiar black-masked torturer. "Now comes the part where you're allowed to leave."
Meghan, hearing this was thrilled. Finally, the torture was over; finally she could...
"But there's one thing you need to do first."
Meghan licked her lips nervously. "What's that?"
"Dance for me."
Meghan suddenly noticed for the first time that, though no longer barefoot, she was not wearing the sneakers she had on when she had been abducted. Her kidnapper had gone through the backpack she had been carrying and found her pointe shoes, ballet slippers with squarish toes, designed for dancing on the toes. Meghan had done toe dancing
for years in her Advanced Ballet courses; even with healthy feet, it could be painful. With her toes in their current condition, she couldn't begin to imagine dancing at all, let alone on her toes.
"I...I can't." she stammered.
"You will," the masked figure whispered. "Otherwise, you don't leave here...and I might decide to break
your legs, too."
Meghan stared helplessly into the dark, angry eyes peering out from the ski mask.
"You will dance for ten minutes without stopping. If you can dance well enough, and can go the whole time without falling down, or screaming or crying out in pain, you're free to go."
"What...what if I can't?" Meghan whimpered.
The stranger chuckled. "I don't want to spoil the surprise for you. Now dance."
Meghan nervously made her way to her feet and went up onto her toes. Unimaginable agony screamed through her feet. She began to dance on the tips of her tortured toes, each step making the pain more and more intense. She bit her lip to avoid crying out. Tears ran down her cheeks as she danced.
"This is boring!" came the raspy voice of her captor. "You'll have to do better than that if you want to go home!"
Meghan danced faster, knowing that if she didn't perform to her captor's standards, she would not be released. She could feel the broken bones in her toes grinding together. The pain was maddening. But she knew she had to continue. She decided to try a pirouette, a turn on one foot. Hopefully it would impress her abductor. She lifted one leg and twirled around on her right foot. Having all of her weight on the tortured toes of one foot was more painful than she could have imagined; she could feel the crunch of the bones moving out of alignment. This, combined with the spinning motion of the turn threw her off balance. She could feel herself falling, almost as if in slow motion. She knew she couldn't fall. Not if she wanted to leave. She tried to catch herself on her other foot, in desperation. Her weight came down heavily on the toes of her left foot, and the sudden impact of her broken toes against the floor was excruciatingly painful. She heard herself scream in pain, despite all her efforts to remain silent, as she continued to fall. All she was aware of was the intense agony burning in all of her toes, until she was mercifully knocked out when her head struck the cement floor. Again, Meghan was yanked back to consciousness by an icy splash of water on her face. Again, the agony burning through her toes was excruciating; this time she also felt a throbbing in her head where it had struck the floor. Her tormentor was at her feet, pulling of her ballet shoes. Meghan could see that her toes were all broken very badly: they were all purple and swollen, twisted and bent at unnatural angles. She wondered if she would ever be able to walk again. As she thought about her mutilated toes, her captor again began to play "this little piggy" with them. Meghan screamed in fresh agony as, one at a time, each of her toes was squeezed and wiggled roughly. After tweaking Meghan's pinky toe so painfully that she nearly passed out, her torturer stood up, and looked down at Meghan for a moment before yanking her to her feet. Meghan screamed in pain at the sudden movement.
"Aw, does that hurt?" asked the raspy voice from beneath the ski mask. Meghan only sobbed in response. "Well... how about...THIS?!" With that, the stranger stomped on Meghan's left foot; Meghan saw stars as she felt the agony shoot through her five badly broken toes. She sobbed as she felt the boot's heel grinding her injured toes against the cement floor. After a brief pause, the boot was lifted, and Meghan looked down at her mangled toes in horror. She couldn't believe the extent of the torture she had been subjected to. When would it end?
As if in response to her unspoken question, her captor spoke. "Almost done, Meghan." The masked figure pulled a blindfold over Meghan's eyes and tied it securely as she continued to speak. "Only one thing left for you now...we're gonna bring you outside, and drive a car over your bare feet."
As her attacker chuckled, Meghan started to panic. Her toes had been tortured beyond belief, she couldn't imagine the pain of feeling all of the bones in her feet crushed under the wheel of a car. She felt herself being pushed from behind, and started to walk. She banged her right foot roughly against something, gasping in pain as she silently cursed the blindfold covering her eyes.
"Those are stairs. Go on up."
Meghan started to wobble her way up the staircase, trying to keep her weight on her heels. It was a long staircase, and Meghan lost track of how many steps there were; more than a dozen, easily. In pain, and terrified, she suddenly hatched a desperate plan...
Jen had almost pushed Meghan to the very top of the basement stairs, holding the girls arms firmly behind her back. She was already imagining the fun of the final torture she was going to inflict on Meghan's feet, when, suddenly, Meghan kicked out sharply behind her with her left foot.
Meghan screamed in pain as she made her desperate bid to escape. She kicked backwards with her left foot, gasping with agony as she shifted her weight towards the toes of her right foot to maintain her balance. She felt her foot connect satisfyingly with a leg, and heard a voice cry out, and the thumping noise of a body falling down steps.
When Jen found herself at the bottom of the staircase, she tried to move, but felt a wave of agony through her entire body. She looked at herself, and saw that her limbs were twisted awkwardly, bent in unnatural angles, no doubt broken by the rough fall down the stairs. She heard Meghan limp downstairs, and felt her ski mask being pulled off.
"Jen?" Meghan looked down at her former tormentor in amazement. "Why, you stupid little bitch, I never thought you could do something like this."
Jen moaned as Meghan stomped her heel down on Jen's broken right arm.
"Well, nice try. But you lose anyway. And don't think I'm not going to have my revenge."
As Meghan spoke, Jen felt her grabbing, yanking and twisting her broken limbs. Jen wasn't sure how many bones she had broken in the fall, but there had been plenty, and they were excruciatingly painful, especially in Meghan's hands. She felt stabs of pain through her badly broken right leg as Meghan played with it, taunting her all the while.
"Awwwww, does that hurt?! How about...that?! Maybe this will teach you not to torture someone's toes!"
Jen screamed again and again, not believing her bad luck. She felt the worst pain yet, as Meghan stomped her heel on her broken thigh, before finally passing out.
Chapter 4
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Jen awoke in the hospital. She tried to roll out of the bhospital bed, but found herself almost entirely unable to move. Her arms were both in casts, her right arm suspended over her head in traction, her left resting on her chest. Her left leg was in traction, a cast running from the bottom of her toes to her knee, cables connected to a pin inserted through the bottom of her broken femur running through a system of pulleys. Her right leg was in a cast all the way to her hip, only her long toes free to move, and suspended in a sling about a foot above the bed. A neck brace kept her head immobile, and after trying to call out for help, she realized her jaw was wired shut as well.
Her body was still in pain, though not as much as she had felt hen she first fell.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps walking down the corridor outside her hospital room. Slow footsteps. A moment later, she saw Meghan walk through the door, leaning on crutches, casts on both of her feet, and a large grin on her face.
"Hello, Jen."
Jen tried to reply but couldn't speak through her wired jaw. She moaned nervously as Meghan approached.
"You're in luck, Jen. I decided not to tell the police that you were the one who assaulted my feet. I said I hadn't seen anyone's face, and couldn't remember where I had escaped from. Traumatic memories, you know." She grinned again, a positively evil look in her eyes. "Although, if I wanted to, I could have a "sudden rush of memory" and remember that it was actually you. And you could go to jail for a long, long time. But that won't happen...if you never tell anyone about this..."
As she spoke she pulled a pair of pliers out of her purse. Jen's eyes grew wide, and she tried to mumble muffled protests from behind her broken jaw as Meghan began to squeeze and twist her toes, one at a time, until each one cracked audibly.
"I know it hurts," Meghan said in reply to Jen's muffled screams of pain, "but this is what you deserve..."
Jen felt her broken toes being toyed with and tickled and twisted, screaming through her wired jaws the whole time. For an hour Meghan tormented Jen's toes without mercy, Jen trying to escape somehow, but totally unable to due to the plaster and traction needed to hold her broken body together. Jen felt clothespins clamped onto her injured toes, writhing in agony, and watched in horror as Meghan pulled a hammer out of her purse, and playfully began knocking roughly on Jen's casts. Jen screamed and twitched in agony with every blow of the hammer, finally experiencing the worst pain of her life as Meghan struck a solid blow to her shattered thigh.
"Oh, I bet that hurts!" Meghan growled, before giving a sharp tug to the traction rope, causing the broken leg to be yanked roughly, and magnifying the agony Jen was feeling.
Finally, Meghan stopped, put away the hammer and clothespins, and Jen breathed a sigh of relief, even though her limbs, and especially her toes, still felt like they were on fire.
"Sleep well, Jen." Meghan whispered in her ear. "I'll be back tomorrow...and the day after...and the day after that..." Jen trembled in terror as Meghan shuffled out of the room on her crutches and casted feet, chuckling to herself.
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