Movie Prop Dummy Trample Story by doorstep (Patreon)

Some years back, after reading the scenario of a new film, I arranged a  deal with a very good friend of mine, who is movie director. He was to  shoot a film in which during one of the scenes a group of about 80 women  flies for a fire in their office building via a small corridor. At the  end of that corridor they could leave the building via an emergency rope  ladder.( In fact it were only 20 women, but when they were down the  ladder, they had to walk back via a by pass to the “end of the line” to  do it over and over).
In the “panic” two women fell and were trampled and there was also the  same fate for one of the guards, who was pushed over when he tried to  help one of the fallen women. Of course the women around them, unable to  help, panicked and warned everyone to be careful, because their  colleque was on the floor. While the women were pushed forward, they all  did their utmost to prevent stepping on them, but from the fourth row,  because of all the noise, the women had not heard the warnings and were  unaware of the victims on the floor. Even if they had known, they  couldn’t do anything about it and often they were not even able not to  step on them.
As the rope ladder could handle only three women at the same time, the  women in the queue in front of the ladder, were very close to each  other, because of the pushing from behind.

The lighting during the beginning of the scene was flashing from  darkness to pretty intense to create the effect of flames in the back.  The effect of this is that the women didn’t see well.

The two women and the guard who fell and were trampled, were in fact  three dummies who looked and felt very real . During the various  rehearsals, the real victims walked along and fell. At that instant,  everyone stopped at the “CUT” command and the real persons were  exchanged by the dummies. Everyone stepped back a few paces, the light  went out and at the command “ACTION” , everyone started to move again.  In the film, it looked like the victims fell at the moment of a power  failure.
Because of those various rehearsals of the scene, the women got used to  stepping on the “victims”, although they said that it felt different  every time and although they new it wasn’t real, it kept giving them the  creeps and a very unpleasant feeling. The director said: “keep that  feeling, cause in a real situation, you would have that feeling to when  you are trampling someone (probably) to death.”
The guard was on the floor close to the rope ladder (only two and a half  meters) and therefore at one of the most crowded and trampled places.
Of course, you guess my deal: I was to be in the place of the guard  dummy! This was the chance of a lifetime, no matter what risk I took. I  just had to do this.

I took my precautions, as I absolutely do like unknowing trampling, but I  do not want to die, nor do I want to be severely injured and I knew I  was taking a hell of a risk.
Around my neck, I had a sort of a high and very stiff collar, to prevent  my throat being crushed. Also I had a stiff and strong protection  around my waist, to protect my organs and my lower ribs. My d*k was  placed on top of that protection, so he would be really trampled when a  women would step on him. My balls were also protected. The last  protection was on parts of my face. A special, very flat, set of glasses  covered my eyes, to prevent a high heel to crush my eyes, a nose cap to  protect my nose and a teeth protector (like boxers wear) completed the  job.
The rest of my face, my chest, arms, hands and legs were unprotected.

In the morning were the various rehearsals and at 14.00, my ultimate  fantasy was going to become real. Looking at the last rehearsal I got  the shivers a bit, as reality was at hand now. How would I endure? Every  time I had seen that the dummies got damaged. Clothing was often torn  by the heels of the women as all were dressed in elegant office clothing  and almost all wore high heeled shoes or at least very elegant shoes  with very elegantly shaped (thin and often sharp)heels.
I also knew, that once started, there was absolutely now way back. A super thrill, but without a safeword.
During lunch hour, I took my position by taking the dummy guard away and  placing myself in its position. After about 15 minutes I heard  different noises, made by all the crew and set members returning to the  set and I knew: I was beyond my point of no return!

The taking of the scene started. Lights flashed, women screamed, walked,  pushed and two women fell: “CUT” All movement stopped, except for the  three workmen who picked up the dummies from the storage rack and placed  the dummies at the same spot where the real victims fell. The workman  who picked me up was informed about my deal with the director and  (beeing payed well for it) reacted at the time with a “ oke, if that’s  what he wants.” While he picked me up, under my arms and dragged me into  position, I kept my breath. The lights went out and there was a command  which thundered in my mind: “ACTION”.

Within two seconds the first shoe was kicked into my side. Another women  stepped full on my upper leg. They both screened and warned their  colleques. A third one stepped on my upper arm. All was the same as I  had seen in the rehearsals; except for one thing: this was for real and  it hurt. One women stepped over me, but not far enough. Her high heel  landed on the back of my hand and I thought it went right through it. A  lot of pain shot trough my body, but so did the adrenaline. I was in  shear ecstasy.
A number of women succeeded in avoiding to step on me, but because of  the pushing at the back in combination with the front part reaching the  rope ladder at the end of the corridor, the “packing together effect”  started. One women stood exactly above my face and between her beautiful  long legs, I had a terrific view at here crotch, covered by only a very  small g-string. (O how I love modern underwear !). If she only knew;  she would never grant me, a stranger, such a sight. But I had to pay a  high price for that view, because if she had known that it was a real  persons face between here feet, she would probably not have put here  right foot with a high heeled shoe on top of it, while she yelled : “ o  my God, I am stepping on the poor guy’s face and I can do anything about  it. Help me, help him!” and with that applied the rest of her weight on  my face. She then put her left foot also on my face and I thought my  head was going to burst. The heels of her shoes crushed my lip, while  her soles were on my forehead. She just stood there and it seemed for  ages, then she just turned around. She twisted and turned, until she was  completely turned around and her heels were now on my forehead while  her soles crushed my lips. It felt as if she twisted my face off  completely. She slid of my face and stood again with one foot on each  side of my head, giving me the fantastic view again. I felt a women  stepping on my waist protection and by doing so, she stepped full upon  my d*k. It was flattened completely. She placed her other foot right  next to her right; exactly upon the head of my d*. Before I could think,  she twisted her feet and her heel was now placed at the bottom of my  d*k and the ball of her foot on the head. I thought I was going to pass  out. Another lady drove her high heel in one of my nipples, while  another one crushed my fingers. How was I going to survive this; it was a  hell of a lot more than I ever imagined. I was in heaven and hell at  the same time. I knew the scene would last for 8 minutes and only 2  minutes had past.

At that moment there were at least five women on top of me. The flesh of  my shinbone was severely damaged when a spike heel was driven in it  first and then slid off. As no one was standing at my face, I managed to  lift my head a bit and I had a terrific view. I was really trampled and  I could see all those lovely blondes, brunettes and red haired women  step on me without knowing and thus without a care.
I turned my head to the side and my nose was just half an inch from an  open toe pump, with a gorgeous foot in it. She had her nails polished  red and when I looked up I saw her gorgeous legs and I looked under her  skirt. She also wore a small, white g-string and it was to small to  reveal all of her black pubic hair. She must have had a lot of hair on  her p*ssy. I looked at her feet again. Being so close, I could smell  them. I must say, that for such a pretty lady, her feet smelled very  strong, but I loved the odor. I could not control myself: I had to taste  those toes. Very gently, I stuck out my tongue and touched her toes. Of  course she didn’t noticed. Even if she had noticed something, she would  never have thought it to be anything to pay attention to. What else  could it be than just something on the floor. Perhaps a part of the  dummy. She was pushed backwards a bit and to balance herself, I saw her  putting most of her weight on her heels. Because of that movement, she  lifted her toes just high enough for me to slide my tongue between her  toes and the innersole of her pump. When she returned to her position, I  felt a fierce crush of my tongue. Although the pain was almost more  than I could bear, I didn’t dear to move it. She was standing on it and  no way I could have pulled my tongue from under her toes without here  noticing it. She moved her toes a bit and I now really experienced the  taste of strong smelling feet. Part of my tongue was in-between her  toes. I don’t know what was worse; the crush, the smell or the taste. On  the other hand, I loved all three. All of this didn’t take long and in  her next move she tried to step over the obstacle on the floor (my  face). She lifted her foot, my tongue was free now and the taste of  in-between here toes was now in my entire mouth. However, she didn’t  lift her foot high enough, so with stepping over my face, my head was  forced to roll over, like a ball. When she stepped down, her shoe was  still partly on my face and her high heel pressed in the corner of my  lips and forced them aside. Her heel slipped inside my mouth and an  intense pain struck me when the scratched the inside of my jaw, just  above my teeth. The movement of the step went on and by stepped down;  her heel hooked my inner cheek. I quickly turned my head further to  prevent that she would completely rip of my cheek. My mouth was open  wide by now and she was standing, full weight, on her left leg. My cheek  was still under her heel. She was standing with her high heel on the  inside of my cheek. This was far more than I could bear and tears jumped  into my eyes. I am sure she couldn’t care less. For her there was just a  dummy under her feet. She wasn’t even aware how she was standing on it.  She brought her right foot over as well and placed it on my upper arm.  Another women stepped over my chest, without lifting her foot high  enough and tore my shirt with her heel. My chest was scratched and my  bare skin was exposed.
The total amount of impressions was more than I could coordinate in my  brain and I didn’t recollect what happened further with my legs. It was  as if they weren’t mine anymore.
The black lady took a small step and my cheek was free. It hurt like  hell. I turned my head back. I women lost her glasses, as they were  knocked of her face in the busy crowd. It fell just beside me and within  a second a beautiful brunette crushed them. In my head the alarmbel  rang! And yes, I saw the next step of this gorgeous brunette above me as  in a slow motion. I saw the pieces of glass, which stuck to her sole.  She placed her left foot on my bare chest but didn’t apply any weight  yet. I heard her say: “ O, I am to step on that f*g dummy again. I don’t  want to lose my balance again, like in the rehearsal”. She twisted her  foot back and forth a number of times. It was like I was stuck by  hundreds of needles. She was looking for the best place to put her foot  down. She slid her foot forward and her sole, with the pieces of glass  still stuck into it, was now on my left nipple and her high and sharp,  damaged heel tip was now on my right nipple. I whispered” no lady, don’t  put your weight on me now; do step over me”. But of course she didn’t  hear me and when she was confident enough to have her right balance, she  applied all of her weight and stepped on my bare chest. The pain was  beyond belief and was even increased when she also put her right foot  (with which she had also crushed the glasses) on my chest.
By now the cover of my d*k was also gone, almost together with my shirt  and he was exposed to those gorgeous but dangerous women, unknowing of  the torment which went on under their shoes. He was still on top of my  waist protection and therefore on a pretty strong and rather stiff  surface. It was as if he was placed on a real floor. A red haired babe  stepped on me and stood directly on top of it. Because he was not  covered anymore, there was now protection at all. I felt her sole on my  skin and how he was flattened. The brunette laughed and said to her:” It  should have been that sun of a b*ch from the parking lot, instead of a  dummy. I would have wiped my feet on him.” At that moment, she started  to wipe her feet as if she stood on a doormat and caused an immense  pain. Her soles where still covered with the pieces of glass and her  heels were sharp as hell. Her red haired friend starts laughing also and  said:
“ Yeah, and I would twist the life out of him” and applied extra weight  on the foot where my d*k was under and crushed it like putting out a  cigarette.

Yes I had my greatest fantasy come through. At the end of the scene, the  last of the women descended the rope ladder and stayed below. They went  for a coffee break, where the rest of the crew joined them. As everyone  had left the set, my friend picked me up and took me to his home. It  took me three weeks to recover. I was extremely lucky that I had no  remaining injuries, as I could have been crippled for life very easily.  Be aware, that no pro domme tramples you so extreme as women who are not  aware of you, a living thing (let alone a man) under their shoes!! They  just step on you as if you are just an inanimate part of the floor.  They don’t think for a moment to take care, to avoid injuries. Why  should they?
But that was exactly what I wanted and hoped for.

In fact, the risk I took was not sensible. On the other hand: without the risk, it wouldn’t have been a real unknowing trample.
For me: IT WAS WORTH IT, IT WAS GREAT.