My Bus Crush fantasy story

[car_crush_guy]

Since I was a child I have had a fascination with women drivers and a curiosity of being run over by one of those women driving her car over me. Even though as a child, knowing my body was much smaller and fragile than that of an adult and the tremendous weight of a car wheels rolling over my small body would crush me more than I would be able to handle. Still, I have been drawn to the curiosity of feeling it done by a woman, and getting some degree of satisfaction out of feeling a woman run over me. Up until recently, I didn't even know it had a name like "carcrush", much less other people who share the same fascinating curiosity which has been with me even throughout my adulthood.

Throughout the years, I have experimented with it by being lucky enough to find a couple of women who I was able to get to run over me with a car. As anyone who has a fantasy or fetish of some kind, I have certain guidelines or ideas by which this would take place. First, she has to run over me with a stick shift car. Second, she would wear a long sleeve shirt, and wear it with the sleeves pushed up just to her elbows. Third, she would drive towards me from some distance away, shifting through the gears till she reaches 4th. Then shortly after shifting to fourth, she runs her driver's side wheels right over the middle of my body with me laying long ways so the wheels start at my foot and ramp up my leg, and over my belly and chest, then off my shoulder. She would be going no faster than 20 MPH, so she would have to shift at low speeds. Amazingly, I have been able to do all of this.. twice. The car was a ford escort. Small enough, but still enough to feel a good degree of weight. Although I have been able to do that for real, I have fantisised about more.

As my fantasies of getting ran over by women grew more elaborate, I imagined what it would be like to get run over by a woman driving a really big bus. I know the effects of this would be overwhelming to me and more than I could handle, but the thought of feeling the crushing feeling and knowing a beautiful woman is driving that bus over me still poses an interesting idea to me. Although I can never make this happen, I will tell you my fantasy as if it has already happened from my point of view. Again, the following is only FANTASY.


The woman who ran over me with the bus is someone I met about two years ago, a very beautiful 5'9, 140 lb dark blonde with dark blue eyes, almost a hazel. Her name is Rachel, and for quite some time she has known of my fetish of being run over by women and actually understands enough to have offered to run over me a few times in the past with her car, which is a 4 door 2003 Honda Civic. As luck would have it, it is also a stick shift so she was able to run over me exactly how I imagined, by shifting through the gears before she ran her wheels over me. Naturally, she had a lot of questions at first but soon her own curiosity got the best of her as to what it would be like to run over someone. Of course it hurt, just as I wanted it to. But after a few days of recovery I was fine. It was a bit scary, but thrilling to see and feel that car running over me at nearly 20 MPH. Still the thrill of seeing her drive towards me with that pretty, yet interested smile, and hearing the car as she shifts through the gears just before she runs over me was very stimulating.

Before she agreed to run over me with the bus, she wanted me to be absolutely sure this is what I wanted since there would be no way of recovery. Aware of the imminent irreversable damage it would do to my body, I told her with much confidence that I wanted her to run over me with a bus for sure. She agreed to do it, and went on to say "I always wondered what it would be like to splatter someone's guts out!" As it turns out, she would soon know what it's like to feel the slight upward bounce as she runs over me under her wheels, and I would know the feeling of my body succumbing to the massive unforgiving weight of the bus wheels as they roll over my body.

The search was then on for a bus and it wasn't long before we found an old retired bus that looked to be used for touring, or something of the sort. It was very long, seated a lot of passengers and had a double rear axel. It was a stick shift, which was perfect since that is what I really wanted her to use. The front had a flat face with a large windshield that spanned nearly the entire front of the bus. This would be good so when she is driving towards me, I could see her better, and see her shifting the gears. It was the last running one we could find and was to be scrapped anyway so it was easy to get. She needed some time to get used to it so we found a remote area for her to practice. She was a bit overwhelmed at first driving such a big vehicle, but it didn't take long and she was right in her comfort zone. As she got used to driving it, it was very exciting for me watching her hold the steering wheel and occasionally reaching over and shifting the gears.

Once she seemed comfortable enough with it I asked her to go through a couple practice runs. We came to a complete stop then she started driving as if I were laying down in the road in front of her. Then she would shift through the gears until she reached 4th, only topping out at about 20 MPH. She had to shift at low enough speeds to make that happen. Once she did that, we would stop and do it again. That way she got a good feeling of how exactly to do it when she ran over me. Also it helped us gage exactly how far I would have to lay in front of her to give her time to drive towards me and shift through the gears, leaving only a few seconds between shifting to fourth and her running over me. It was so exciting for me watching her do that. The excitement and anticipation was so great I couldn't wait any longer and asked her "are you ready to do it right now?" "No" she said. I was a bit suprised, but she continued on by saying "I want to go home and do some last minute things before I squash you" she said with a giggle. I wasn't sure what that could be, but I just went with it. She elaborated by saying "it's not everyday I get to run over someone, so I want to look my best when I'm crushing you."

As we headed back, I began asking her a few questions about her running over me with the bus, mostly to build the suspense more of when we actually do it.
"So.. what do you think this will do to me?" I asked.
She let out a quick laugh then said "well.. you'll be dead!"
"Ok, but.. how so?" I asked back
"By squashing you, that's how!" she said, smiling.
"How exactly do think that will happen?" I said.
Smiling, she hesitated for a moment. Probably sensing what I was trying to get from her.
"Well, the tires are wide enough to cover the width of your body, and there are several thousand pounds on just one wheel alone, so I imagine when I run over you with the front wheel your body will be smashed completely flat. You know, bones breaking, ribs snapped like twigs.. then all your guts getting smashed out, it may get messy!"
Aroused by her response, the only thing I could get out was "Cool!" She continued on by saying "Then the back wheels will roll over you, crushing you even flatter" she said, making her eyes wide to emphasize "flatter". "Then whatever wasn't already flat will get squished, leaving your flat body laying in your blood and squished out guts in the road. The whole while, I'll be smiling and proud of the road kill I created!"
My heart pounding with excitement, I just answered "that would be cool, as long as it's you doing it."
She looked at me smiling and said "it's gonna be VERY cool."

She dropped me off at my house and told me to meet her at her house in two hours. That would give her enough time to finish what she needed to do and then we could go back out where we were and she would run over me with the bus. I didn't know if I could wait that long. I spent nearly the entire two hours in anticipation, and wondering if this would really happen or if she would back out. After an hour and 50 mins, I couldn't wait any longer. I went to her house where she let me right in. She looked VERY good. She was wearing a black and white dress outfit with an outer long sleeve sweater which she was wearing with her sleeves pushed up just to her elbows. It was also obvious she was wearing a touch of make up and her hair was fixed up nice. "Come on in" she said with a seemingly seductive smile.

Much to my suprise, and near disapointment, three of her female friends were sitting in the living room when I walked in. I thought for sure it was now a no-go. She began explaining to me that she let her friends in on our little secret, and they all wanted to be a part of it. She explained that they want to ride in the bus with her when she runs over me.. if it was ok with me. I said "sure!" As if there could be any other response, since they now knew what we were up to. I looked around at all of them and noticed that all of them were wearing similar outfits with their sleeves pushed up just to their elbows too. One of the other women said "we've always wondered what it would be like to run over someone, and since you are going to let us, now we'll get to." I had not even imagined it being this good. I looked at Rachel and she had that glow in her eyes like she knew she just really made my day. I asked her "so are we ready then?" She nodded her head and looked at the other three women and said "ladies, are we ready to go run over this guy?" The all enthusiastically agreed and we all piled in the bus. I pulled Rachel to the side and whispered "thank you" to her and kissed her. She just smiled and said "no problem! I thought you would like it!" Rachel began driving us out to the place where we chose to do it. I noticed they were able to set up two more temporary seats in the front of the bus right up by the windshield. Two of the girls sat there, and the other one would stand close behind them.

I asked them "so after you all run over me, are you ladies going to stop, get out and look at me to see how bad you squash me?" They all kinda looked at each other and one said "I don't know. Should we?" I said "it's totally up to you". We moved into some familiar area where we were earlier when Rachel was driving the bus to practice for when she runs over me for real. Noticing this, the jitters in my stomach really started in. The excitement and anticipation was growing. A few minutes later we knew we were out in the clear. The road had turned into an abandoned old run down road that was poorly paved and falling apart due do lack of maintenance. I told Rachel "do you want to do a couple more practice runs?" The bus started to slow as she said "sure."

The bus came to a stop and Rachel was about to shift to 1st and start going and I said "wait." She looked at me and I said "let me out here."
"You wanna do it now?" she said
"No, I just want to lay in front of you real quick and see what you all look like in the bus."
"Ok" she said "no problem."
The door opened, and I jumped off the bus and laid down right in front of the driver's side wheel, about 20 feet in front of the bus. Looking up at the windshield I could see Rachel looking back at me smiling, and could see her arms fairly clear as she was holding the steering wheel close to the top with both hands. I could see each of the other three women very clear too through the windshield as they were smiling at me laying in front of them. I was ready to get ran over by those women and feel their wheels smashing me. I got back up and returned to the bus.
"How do we look?" asked Rachel.
"Damn hot" I answered. "I can't wait for you to do it."
"Alright" she said then shifted to first gear and started driving through a test run. She shifted through the gears and after she got to 4th, counted up to about 5 seconds, which would be roughly the time between her shifting to 4th and running over me. She stopped the bus, figured how far I would have to go to lay down in front of her, then she did the whole thing again to make sure we were right, and we were.

Rachel then looked at me and said "well, are you ready now?" My heart was pounding with excitement and I was so overcome with desire I was shaking a bit.
"Oh yes I am!" I said.
"Are all you ladies ready to run over him?" she asked the other women. They all responed in unison with an enthusiastic "yeah!" as they all smiled in an eager and anxious manner.
"Hey Rachel" one of the women said. "Open your window all the way."
"What for?" Rachel asked.
"So we can hear the crunch when you run your wheels over him!"
Rachel smiled and reached up with no hesitation and opened her window all the way. I looked around at all four women and saw their arms with their sleeves pushed up just to their elbows and their eager faces and the only thing I could think about is getting run over by them. She opened the door and I said "bye" to all the women. They all said "bye" in unison and waved as I stepped off the bus and Rachel closed the door. I knew that was the last time I would be on that bus. I was so excited and overcome with desire and anticipation that my legs felt weak so much that I almost couldn't stand. I started outward in front of the bus to the place where I would lay down. As soon as I got in front of the bus, I turned back to get a close up look of the women looking out at me. When I did, they all waved again. I turned and walked very quickly to the target place where we determined I would lay down. As I got there, I turned facing the bus. I could still see the women, but more faint from the distance I was at. I laid down in the road positioning my body longways right in line with the driver's side wheels. I thought to myself I would never be getting up from that place. I focused on the bus and Rachel in the driver's seat.

I could see the faint image of Rache's hand move off the steering wheel for a moment and then back on. I knew she had just shifted to first gear. I heard the engine rev slightly and saw the bus begin moving forward. At that point my heart was pounding and racing faster than I ever remember. I heard the engine rev slightly then saw Rache's hand move off the steering wheel and grab the stick shift. A slight movement of her hand and it was back on the wheel. She shifted to 2nd gear at just over 5 MPH. I could see their images getting closer and clearer. A slight acceleration and I saw Rachel's hand leave the steering wheel again and shift to 3rd at just over 10 MPH. They crept ever closer and I could see more detail in the women's smiling faces and could see all their arms. Finally, I saw Rachel move her hand to the stick shift and could actually see the motion of her arm shifting to 4th gear. Her hand quickly moved back onto the steering wheel. Now I could see all their faces very well, and my heart was pounding very hard and my cock was about to explode out of my pants. I thought "this is it!" as their faces drew ever closer and I could see the eagerness and excitement in them. I could hear the tread of the tires getting louder as the wheels drew closer to me.

I lost sigh of the women just as the front of the bus started moving over my body. My legs were open so the wheels would run over me starting between my legs then over my whole body. Then.... just as the front bumper crossed over the top of my head....I felt the enormous front wheel smashing down on my crotch and consuming me under it. My pelvis was shattered under the weight and as I cringed from the pain I could not move as to being held in place by the huge tire. It rolled over my belly and I felt the numbing pain of all my insides being compressed. As the wheel rolled up to my chest, I could hear the loud crunch as I felt all my ribs snapping like weak twigs and collapsing under the immense weight as all the air was pushed out of my lungs and my whole chest was caved in. I felt all my organs rupturing as the weight seemed to go through me since I was no match for that heavy bus. The pain was so intense I thought I didn't want it anymore, but it was too late. The wheel continues to roll forward and off my left shoulder, just missing my head and crunching my shoulder as it passed. I laid there breathless, numb with excruciating pain, and unable to move realizing the back wheels were rolling toward me. In my mind I was screaming "stop!" but I knew that Rachel was going to keep driving because that's what I asked her to do originally. The back wheels then rolled over my already smashed and mangled body. The massive weight caused my already weakened and smashed body to rupture at the sideds squashing my guts out onto the road. I lay there helpless, squashed flat, and motionless with the exeption of a few quivers.

The bus quickly stopped and shortly after, the patter of women's shoes coming closer to me. The first thing I heard was a couple of them saying "EWWW!" as they got a first look at my body after they had run over me. Unable to move, I saw them move to the front of me. I could see all of them looking down at me, and I saw Rachel, still with her sleeves pushed up just to her elbows like she did when she ran over me, the one who gave me what I wanted.
"Oh my God" one of them said, "look at what we did to him!"
"Good job, Rachel!" another said.
"Thanks!" said Rachel, smiling.
"Look how flat he is! I've never seen anyone like that before!" said another woman.
"I thought for sure he would have moved out of the way" the same woman said.
Rachel said "well, he's not going anywhere now!" with a slight giggle.
"Hey!" said another woman excitedly, "you should back up over him now!"
The other women looked at each other, then at her curiously. She continued on, "sure! he's not going anywhere, and it's not like he can tell you no! Let's face it, he is our little playground right now and we will never get another chance like this!"
Rachel hesitated, looking at the other women's faces to guage their reaction. Seeing their smiling curious faces, she smiled and said "ok, I'll do it!" She started back towards the bus and another woman said "we're going to stay out here while you run over him so we can see you run the wheels over him again!"
"Ok" Rachel said as she walked faster back to the bus.
As I laid there in excruciating pain with my guts splattered out and what was left of my body, I was overcome with fear knowing that her wheels were about to roll over me with all those thousands of pounds of weight again. The other women gathered closer to where I was laying anxiously waiting for Rachel to run over me again.

I heard the bus make a clinking noise as Rachel shifted to reverse. Then I heard the engine rev slightly. Althought I couldn't see it, I knew the bus was backing up towards me. I could see the faces of the other three women looking down at me and could tell that the bus wheels were getting closer to me as the looks on their faces grew ever more eager.

A shadow began to pass over me as the rear bumper of the bus now was passing backwards over me. Then the massive rear wheels rolled over my shoulder, then down over my chest.. making some small crunching noises as my bones were further ground and my guts were squished a bit further out of the open wounds in my sides created by the initial crush. Just as the first rear wheel was making its way down my crotch, the second rear wheel started down the same path over my shoulder and down. At that point, I had both rear axels on my crunched flat body at the same time. There was a short hesitation as the bus still reved and the front wheel passed over my body again. Rachel could barely even feel a bump since I was so flat already when the front wheel backed up over me. I could hear the three women saying "EWWW" and "UGH!" as they saw the smashing effect Rachel's wheels had on my body. Rachel backed up far enough that I could see her again in the driver's seat. She stopped the bus, and I could see her beautiful smiling face through the windshield looking down at my crushed mangled body and I could see her arms with her sleeves still pushed up just to her elbows.

Just as Rachel stopped, I heard one of the women yell "wait!" and signaled Rachel to not move. Then she looked at the other two women and said "watch this!" with a smile. She walked over to my smashed body and moved my head to the left so it would be in line with the wheels. After she did that, one of the women said "oh, yeah!" and I knew what was coming next. She looked back to Rachel and said "OK!" I could see Rachel looking very pretty and smiling with a pretty and eager smile. I saw Rachel reach down and shift to first gear then move her hand back to the steering wheel. The engine reved a little and the bus started moving towards me again. I saw Rachel's arm reach down and grab the stick shift and her arm move back as she shifted to second gear then return her hand to the steering wheel. This was very clear because she was so close to me. Right after she shifted, the bumber passed over me again and the front wheel began flattening me again from the crotch. There were a few small crunches but mostly just from bones grinding on the pavement. Then the front wheel rolled up to my neck, and I saw the mighty wheel coming down on my face. As the wheel rolled over my head, there was a loud "POP" followed by a "CRUUUNCH!" as my skull was smashed. My brains were squished out the top of my head out onto the pavement, right in the path of the wheel. There were a couple of quick quivers through my whole body when that happened. My eyeballs were popped out of my skull and onto the road. As Rachel continued to drive forward, her wheel ran over my soft brains, flattening them with no effort at all. Then the back wheel rolled over me following the same path. It crushed my skull the rest of the way, and ran over my eyeballs, smashing them like grapes. The three women all said "EWWW!" in unison as they witnessed the squashing by Rachel.

Rachel stopped the bus, and walked back to meet the women already looking at what was left of me. They noticed how my body was totally flat except for the few tread marks following the length of my body.
Rachel said "oh my god!" smiling, as she saw the mess of my squished flattened body close up and the tire tread marks of blood on the pavement. "Well I hope he got what he wanted!" she said.
"Yep!" agreed another woman "because it's too late now!" The all giggled to each other.
"How did it feel?" another woman asked Rachel
"You mean..." Rachel responded, as to further inquire what she meant.
"For you to run over him?" fininshed the other woman.
Rachel got a evil smurk on her face and responded "it was great!"
"What do we do with him now?" asked one of the women.
"Ew, I don't know" said Rachel. "I guess just leave him here."
The women looked at each other for a moment and said "ok!"
The made their way back to the bus as footsteps grew farther away from me. The bus started away and Rachel shifting through gears as she drove away.

[chicagofeet]

Absoluely superb. Probably exactly how it would happen and how probably every woman would react to the opportunity.

I remember seeing pics a while back of experiments with Coke cans and a large bus full of a college women's sports team.

So, who has a bus available.... We really need more bus experiments here!

[car_crush_guy]

Absoluely superb. Probably exactly how it would happen and how probably every woman would react to the opportunity.

I remember seeing pics a while back of experiments with Coke cans and a large bus full of a college women's sports team.

So, who has a bus available.... We really need more bus experiments here!
You are absolutely right.. we do need more experiments! Thank you for your kind response!

[womensdoormat]

How about trying it with the bus full of bbw, lets say 400-500lb. The ladies combined would weigh almost as much as the bus. Hmm what a way to go
The bus could roll up and stop with the front wheel on my crotch, then the passengers take it in turns to get off and trample me for a few minutes and let me worship their feet, before getting back in their seat, for the next lady to take her turn. After all have had their feet worshiped, Im slowly squashed flat.

[squeezemeflat]

Hello car_crush_guy!

I just discovered your post here now. Glad you posted your story also on this board after the carcrush board went down and that you changed the story at the end... Well, I don't sympathize with the skull crush, that's awful ;) to be honest, but on the other hand let's face it: The whole crush thing is awful, it's only a thrilling fantasy for some of us. For me I'd like to see his pelvis and crotch getting squashed and flattened under the enormous weight. And I had a double back wheel in mind when I first read your story on the other board.

I once more repeat what I already wrote on the other board:

I guess there will be many people who call this insane, but as you wrote, this is your FANTASY. And I share these "fantasies"! It's really hot how you describe your story and the sadistic pleasure of the women. That's all what makes it really exciting. Like you make her describe how she'll be going to crush you under her tires:

"I always wondered what it would be like to splatter someone's guts out!" As it turns out, she would soon know what it's like to feel the slight
"So.. what do you think this will do to me?" I asked. She let out a quick laugh then said "well.. you'll be dead!" "Ok, but.. how so?" I asked back "By squashing you, that's how!" she said, smiling. "How exactly do think that will happen?" I said. Smiling, she hesitated for a moment. Probably sensing what I was trying to get from her. "Well, I'll run my front wheel over you, and that will crunch all your bones and crush your body totally flat." Aroused by her response, the only thing I could get out was "Cool!"
She continued on by saying "then my back wheels will run over what's left of you and probably splatter your guts out."


This is really awesome. For me it's really the anticipation and the threatening that gives the kick. Of course not the reality of getting injured and killed... And it's even more thrilling to have several women joining in the "fun". For my taste I also favour the ride in between the legs up onto the crotch. What a view! And then these broad and heavy double tires approaching you... It's interesting that you have this special gear fetish and that it must be at a certain speed. 20 mph is really fast! I'd rather liked it very slow, with the wheel maybe even stopping on your pelvis/crotch area, slowly sinking into your body. And then the double wheels coming over you like a steamroller without mercy. Also exciting would be the idea of the bus loaded full of women, when you see how the bus slowly sinks in its bumpers under the weight when more and more women board the bus, and how the tires flatten under the tremendous weight.
Really mind-blowing! And only FANTASY... of course!
Keep it coming, if you have more!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[BabesInBoots]

Yep Fantasy only and insane! But the fantasy anticipation. Especially if the ladies wear black patent stiletto hihgh heels, same with boots knee high and thigh high black patent!!! Their legs out the windows to see. POV. FANTASY only of course.

[chicagofeet]

Reality please! Lets start crushing things.

I agree that personally, I would like it real slow, not a quick bam at 20 mph. If you only get to experience it once, I want to remember it (assuming you get to take your memories with you.)
So what should we squish first? I like sticking my foot under a tire. Then other parts after I test the weight. What I really love to feel is being parked on, then the women begin boarding until the bus is full. The women on your side just barely glance at you. Once in a while one will stare, trying to figure out your pained, gritting teeth expression. They NEVER connect that you might be trapped beneath them. In Chicago, its not their problem.

Footnote: If a Chicago girl thought you were under them, under the bus, they would get incensed. You would be invading their personal space, which includes their own gravity. They'd want you arrested for indirectly "copping a feel." Thats why stories of girls and women who enjoy the feeling of a guy in agony underneath are so compelling. They are absolute fantasy, if only in their depiction of women.

I've ridden in the cargo hold of a luxury bus. College girls going on a ski trip. You can feel them walking about and definitely hear everything. Much fun.

More similar stories please!!

[squeezemeflat]

Hello chicagofeet!

Reality please!

What I really love to feel is being parked on, then the women begin boarding until the bus is full. The women on your side just barely glance at you. Once in a while one will stare, trying to figure out your pained, gritting teeth expression. They NEVER connect that you might be trapped beneath them. In Chicago, its not their problem.

More similar stories please!!

Reality please?

What you describe in the quoted part has nothing to do with reality, you'd never survive it ;)! But as a fantasy it's great! Just what I also proposed with the women getting on the bus one after the other, the weight increasing, the bus dropping down more and more into its bumpers (a little like the fantasy story of the harem crush with 150 women getting onto a wooden platform crushing a guy beneath...)...

More similar stories? Yes, please! ;)

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[smith103]

@car_crush_guy:
Thank you for the great story !! It would be great to see the situation from Rachel's view: she' adujusting the seat, maybe she is taking off her shoes to get a better feeling for the pedals, she is pressing down on the gas pedal to overcome her obstacle, ... ;-)

Let your stories come ..

[crshmychst]

I actually knew of a poor soul who worked for the garbage company and had lost his balance from the back step. The truck was quie full (over 20 tons, ie, 40,000 pounds). The driver didn't know he'd fallen and continued moving the truck back into a position for further loading. This poor guy got his hand caught under the back wheels (kinda stuck) and just COULDN'T MOVE OUT OF THE WAY as the back wheels continued moving back on over his body. Kinda grim, but the truck moved steadily and without mercy as it absolutely crushed and cracked all of the bones and flesh of his body . . . a rather grisly death! While I certainly felt bad for him & his relatives, I kinda wish I could have observed the process,

[car_crush_guy]

I actually knew of a poor soul who worked for the garbage company and had lost his balance from the back step. The truck was quie full (over 20 tons, ie, 40,000 pounds). The driver didn't know he'd fallen and continued moving the truck back into a position for further loading. This poor guy got his hand caught under the back wheels (kinda stuck) and just COULDN'T MOVE OUT OF THE WAY as the back wheels continued moving back on over his body. Kinda grim, but the truck moved steadily and without mercy as it absolutely crushed and cracked all of the bones and flesh of his body . . . a rather grisly death! While I certainly felt bad for him & his relatives, I kinda wish I could have observed the process,
As you do, I sympathize with the victim's family and so forth. However, as crazy as it may sound, I also agree with you on wanting to see the process.. only to see what I would happen to me with a woman running over me. Then after that, I would want to be the one getting ran over by that woman! Especially knowing that she wants to crush me and is going to enjoy feeling the small bump as her wheels roll over me and hearing the lound crunching sound outside her window.

[Crush Slave]

That is an amazing story. Exactly how it must feel to be crushed to a pulp by a beautiful women. Knowing that a small part of the weight pressing down is her body.

Another idea for a fantacy, having a beautiful women run over me with a road roller. (Wound need a very hard surface to lie on or id be pushed into the ground instead of crushed/)The front wheel wound be so wide it could crush my whole body, starting at the feet, even with my legs spread. Moving sloooowly forward first my legs are flattened, then more sensitve parts, until finally my head goes under the crusher. What a way to go. I can think of a few ladies Id be willing to try either way with.

[chicagofeet]

Criss Angel survived that. Of course that was "magic."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7gl8nNsDMA

[reaper21]

no offence but that wasnt sexual at all actually really fucked up and your really messed up

[shomp]

my wife runs me over on a regular basis, and if i dont cum under her truck, we go inside i lay in front of her and she gives me a shoejob while telling me a story about running over me or another guy.

[car_crush_guy]

no offence but that wasnt sexual at all actually really fucked up and your really messed up
Thank you for your response and I respect your opinion. However, I must again stress that this is only fantasy and as one person's fantasy may be sexually arousing to them, it may not be to the next person. That is what I thought part of the reason for this forum is here, for those of us who have different fetishes that may not be considered "normal" to openly talk about. So, why are you here?

[squeezemeflat]

Hello car_crush_guy!

Thank you for your response and I respect your opinion. However, I must again stress that this is only fantasy and as one person's fantasy may be sexually arousing to them, it may not be to the next person. That is what I thought part of the reason for this forum is here, for those of us who have different fetishes that may not be considered "normal" to openly talk about. So, why are you here?

:thumbsup:

Good point and very well said! I also felt annoyed and offended by his very "personal" statement. As you said we all here have certain kinds of fetish fantasies that are beyond "normal vanilla" and many people may find it strange or even pervert. But those contributing here to the forum should know better and show respect for each other. I think reaper21 is simply not yet capable of that or he wants to provoke. I don't know why he tortures himself reading this if he feels that bad about this kind of fantasy. Well, he got his point and we should leave it with him, I don't believe he's interested in a discussion.

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[squeezemeflat]

Hello car_crush_guy!

I found some pictures that I used for a collage and a little picture story... The woman hasn't your dream of an outfit but maybe you like it nevertheless...

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[ssc570]

Wow, those are excellent pics! Keep up the great work!

[shomp]

great pics any more instant hardon

[car_crush_guy]

Hello car_crush_guy!

I found some pictures that I used for a collage and a little picture story... The woman hasn't your dream of an outfit but maybe you like it nevertheless...

SQUEEZEMEFLAT
Wow squeezeme, you are an artist! Great job! I would love to get ran over by her! Not a problem on the outfit preference. I do have a somewhat different idea, but I would let her run over me in a hearbeat! Thanks and great work!

[natalie34uk2000]

Just thought I`d share my experience with a slave who fantasised about being crushed under my tyres.....
I drive a VW touran, and as a compromise, I agreed to cun over his hand on some softish grass, so his hand would get pushed in the ground, rather than be completely crushed. At least he got to feel it for real!!!!
I had my door open and got him to put his hand behind my front tyre, with him on his hands and knees so he could see my sexy high heels on the pedals. I was wearing my 6.5" black patent courts with metal spike heels.
I made him lick my right shoe as I slowly pressed it on the accelerator pedal as my car slowly reversed on to his fingers. He was groaning with pleasure as I crushed his hand by pivoting my shoe on the stiletto heel.
It must have felt strange to be worshipping a shoe that was causing him pain!
What I will say is that it turned me on to be in such control over this man! So much so, that I am hooked myself, and cant get enough of car crush.
Usually My slave will ride with me, and I will look for roadkill like rabbits, or a fox and crush it as i drive in my high heels.

Another pastime i like is to humiliate my slave, by making him stand outside my car, lock him out and make him run after me as i drive off slowly, gradually speeding up till he can no longer keep up, then stop when he collapses with exhaustion and casually rest my stilettos on him,making him worship and lick my heels, before letting him get his breath back!

My ultimate goal, would be to drive a big lorry, a nice 18 wheeler in my stilettos and try some crushing with THAT!

[car_crush_guy]

Natalie, great story! Thank you for sharing. I'm glad you can't get enough of car crush. We really should get together because I would really love to get ran over by you! I'd even love for you to use that 18 wheeler on me or the bus like in my fantasy. Thanks for sharing!

[chicagofeet]

Great story Natalie, and best of all... it's true!

So where are all the lady truckers around here? I'll bet you have some wonderful stories too. Bring 'em on!

[maltavmalta]

This is a fantastic story. Do you have any more, Car Crush Guy, or can anyone else direct me to similar stories?

MvM

[BabesInBoots]

Hey SMF .... hot fantasy pictures of lady in front of yellow bus! Hot! What a fantasy ..... (((fantasy only folks))) Make sure you read the beginning of this thread. Thanks for graphic art work ....

[squeezemeflat]

Hello BIB ;)!

Thanks for the reply... It's so long ago I already forgot I did those pics :rofl:...

What a fantasy ..... (((fantasy only folks)))

Yes, that's my point! Some people here obviously don't understand that and think those discussions - stories - fantasies would be sick or pervert. Well, let's say, they're very special, but it's only a game...

SMF

[BabesInBoots]

LisaLisa - where are you hiding? Have you read this fantasy thread?????

[maltavmalta]

That was a great story. Cann anyone direct me to similar stories? I would love to read more of the same (although it is not important that vehicles are used.)

MvM

[BabesInBoots]

More would be hot!

[hellbentforleatherr]

Girls Gone Wild bus runs over cyclists. The girls go wild.
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1672416/posts

[hellbentforleatherr]

There was a NZ girl living in OZ who used the email debstick21. Yes her name was Debbie. She was quite the crush girl. She could be really wicked! She told the story about how she first associated crushing and power and being sexually turned on. She said that she was a passenger in a bus that ran over someone. She was in high school and they were going somewhere in a pair of charter buses, that is, highway buses or tour, not school buses.

Debbie said they were going round a corner and she was looking out the window, bored to death. Saw an old man who stood the curb start off. She thought "You'd better wait, old man!: She said he should have see the bus turning... but as she watched he just walked out and the side of the bus hit him and pushed him over. She said he looked up suddenly! In surprise! Then he went out of sight! She drew in her breath and waited...and the bus rocked up and down. Other girls on the bus had seen it too. They gasped!

They stopped the bus and they got all the girls out. She said she stood up in turn and took walking down the center isle. She was wondering where the man was. She was wondering if they were all walking right over him! The other bus went on. The girls were lad across the street and they school staff were trying to keep their attention away from the bus. The police and fire had arrived and they were looking underneath the rear of the bus.

The girl standing next to her was the same girl who had been sitting beside her on the bus. They were watching the rescue people crawl under the rear of the bus. They could see the man. The rescue people were less urgent. The girl whispered to her: "Oh my gawd! He's dead! Deb, he's dead! Deb,...don't you realize that we were sitting right over the back tyres?" She looked at the girl and saw that she was smirking. "Yep! You felt it didn't you? That was him! Oh my gawd! He went right under us!", she whispered hoarsely, "Deb...he got squished right under us!" The girl was working to hide her entheusiam. And failing. Deb said that was right. They had been sitting in the seats that were right over the back wheels. She had felt the bus bouncing her straight up and down every time the back tyres went over a bump. And again, straight up and down when they had rolled over the careless old man. She found herself looking at the big dual back tyres. They were huge! They were big and dirty. And the bus looked very, very, heavy.

She stood there thinking about it. It wasn't their fault. It wasn't! It wasn't even the driver's fault. She could have seen the guy step out. He was standing on the curb when the she passed him! Look, the guy had no one to blame but himself. Really, after all, he could have waited; he could have looked; he was just stupid! He practically laid down under the back tyres. Now they would all be late. Why couldn't he have waited? But still, it was kind of interesting. He was dead. She had never seen anyone die.. He had gotten squished under a great big bus carrying about 35 girls. What a way to go... The more she replayed it in her mind, the more she liked it. It wasn't their fault...but they had done it. She had done it! She squished him as much as anyone! To death! And just because she was had just happened to sit in the seat that right over the back tyres! Pure chance! So because if this random event she had felt the tyres run right over him! The big slow bump up and down had come from right under her. The stupid old fool had died right underneath her; under the floor, the dirty floor, somewhere under the souls of her shoes; straight under her bum! What a turn on! It was the start of her crush fetish!

[BabesInBoots]

The land of OZ .... follow the yellow brick road. Poor guy would not wish this on anyone. Glad it is only fantasy! Hmmmm

[squeezemeflat]

Poor guy would not wish this on anyone. Glad it is only fantasy!

:thumbsup:

Yes, I also hope it's only fantasy. But the description is so hot. That it's only girls in the bus. And that Debbie and her mate emphasize how they enjoyed this experience (which in a way is very pervert but makes the fantasy so thrilling).

Thanks for your work!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[BabesInBoots]

Hey SMF - I especially like the yellow school bus art work and the girl is a gorgeous knock-out!!!! Did such a great job it looks real - but I know it is the very best in graphics manipulation!!! :thumbs: :D

[squeezemeflat]

Thinking about this thread an old story came into my mind which I found years ago in another trampling forum... I searched my folders and here it is... Maybe some know it already, maybe some are happy to read it for the first time. It's about trampling on a bus and finally squashing the victim under the tires of the bus. The author's name was given as "CRUSHEDKID".



Road Rage

It was a Friday evening, and Eric was late. He had a dinner business meeting to attend, and he was speeding. To top it off, it was one of the hottest days of the year. The high had been 112 degrees, and the humidity was off the scale. Eric had untied his tie, and was sweating like a pig. He was not in a good mood.

Now, he was stuck behind one of those short school busses, and it was driving slower than he thought it should. Granted, it was filled with good looking young women, but that didn't quell the growing frustration he was feeling towards the occupants of that bus.

-----

Jefferson High had an awesome varsity female swim team. They were some of the best in the state, and had already earned a reputation as being "the ones to beat". Besides, they were not only great swimmers, they were also incredibly beautiful. Most of them were blonde, with a few redheads and even a couple with jet black hair. Young, nubile women, they won their swim meets with ease, and along with the competition, quite a few young men's hearts (or at least their libidos). Today they were riding home in their swim suits. Because the weather was so hot, and they would probably sweat on the bus (it had no air conditioning), all twenty of the girls had decided to just wear their suits home on the bus and change when they got back to school.

The girls were now talking about the day, boys, and all the things girls talk about when they have a long bus ride ahead of them.

Becky spoke up first. "You guys hear about that girl in Texas that was beaten and raped on a school bus? I heard it took six months for her to get out of the hospital!"

Jeanie said "Yeah, that sure is scary. I'd just like to find the guy who did that and meet him in a back alley somewhere."

"What would you do to him?" Becky asked.

Jeanie said "First, I'd kick him as hard as I could in the nuts. Then, when he was on the ground, I'd jump really high, and land on his face, heels first. Oh, and I'd make sure I was barefoot too. That way, I could feel his face being crushed beneath my feet. I'd just keep jumping up and down on his face until his head was nothing but an unrecognizable pile of mush. As a final treat, I'd do the twist and feel his face squish between my bare toes!"

For emphasis, Jeanie pointed the toes of her right foot seductively. She smiled evily, and then slamed her heel on the floor, twisting in a grinding motion.

Deb laughed and said "Crushing his face is all fine and good, but I don't think you should just leave his nuts alone after the first kick."

"Oh?" Jeanie said, "What form of exquisitely painfull demise did you have in mind?"

Grinning wickedly, Deb said "I think it should be a team effort. While you are pulverizing his face, I'd take his nuts. I have a pair of old Birkenstocks that I've had so long they have the imprints of my heels and toes are pressed deep into the sole. I'd put on those shoes, and back up so I was facing his feet. Then I'd lift my heels, and place his nuts in the heel depresion. They'd have nowhere to go to as I slowly lowered my heels and shifted weight until i was standing on just my heels. His nuts would be squashed flatter and flatter, until they popped. I'd not notice, of course, and continue to grind the meat with my heels until I made nut butter - the smooth kind!"

They all laughed at that. Then everyone started to get into the spirit. The Johnson twins said they would help by each taking one side of his head and kicking repeatedly while Jeanie was jumping on his face. Heather said she'd stomp on his hands, making sure to pulverize each finger. Others said they would jump on, kick, or stomp various body parts - arms, legs, stomach, chest.

Lynda surprised everyone by her input. Normally shy, she said "You know, he'd probably be really annoying and yell during the whole thing. I think I'd have to shut him up."

"How?" asked Deb.

Lynda's eyes stared into space, as she thought. "I'd jump high and land on his throat. I'd take special care to position my heels so that they were on each side of his adams apple. Then I'd turn into a barefoot jackhammer. I'd stomp his neck and crush his windpipe so much that my feet would reach the floor through his flattened throat!"

She was snarling, and clenching her hands, shaking. Deb looked at Jeanie, and back to Lynda. "Why are you so mad?" she asked.


Lynda looked up, with tears in her eyes. "I had an old grade school friend that was beaten when she was twelve. I've always wanted to get revenge for her. It took her a long time to recover."

Deb said "Well, don't worry, Lynda. If we ever get the chance, we'll get your revenge as a team."

All the girls said "yeah!", or "count me in!". Some nodded, some stomped their feet in support.

They were all so into their discussion, they didn't realize the bus had stopped. "What's the matter, Miss Wilson?" Deb called out.

Miss Wilson, the bus driver and coach, said "Some asshole just cut in front of me and slammed on his brakes. Holy crap, he's getting out of his car and coming towards the bus!"

The girls all rushed to the bus windows, and looked out. They could see Eric coming towards the bus, an expression of rage on his face.

Jeanine glanced at Deb and said "Maybe we'll get a chance to practice our team exercises. If this guy gets out of hand, I'm taking him down." To the rest of the girls, she said "If I say "places, ladies", let's take him out like we talked about. You guys with me?"

Everyone agreed with nods and scattered "yeah" and "let's do it".

Eric came up to the bus door and pounded on it, yelling "Let me in, you bitch!"

Miss Wilson calmly opened the door and said "What can I help you with?"

Eric bounded up the bus steps, and got very close to her. Still shouting, he said "Why the fuck are you driving so slow on such a hot day? You won't even let me pass your piece-of-shit bus so I can get going. I'm late, now, and it's your fault!"

In a fit of blind rage, he drew his arm back and slapped Miss Wilson as hard as he could. Her head flew back, and slammed against the bus window. She cried out, and then dropped over the steering wheel, unconcious.

Jeanie yelled at him "Hey Shithead! Why not try that with one of us!"

Eric whirled around at her and snarled. "Ok, girlie, you're next."

Jeanie yelled to her friends "Places, ladies." The whole group of them started to get up and move towards Eric. They climbed over bus seats and squeezed down the aisle to get ready for anything he might do.

Eric laughed and started walking towards Jeanie. "Oooo, tough little girlies, huh? You all gonna try and take on the big man? I can take you all! Do your worst, girlies!" In his angered state, he didn't see the danger. He was being surrounded by very capable, very angry young women.

Jeanie waited till he was within range, and then steped forward and executed a perfect cheerleader-type kick. Her foot shot up and buried itself in his crotch. She felt his nuts flatten against his body, crushed nicely between her instep and his pelvis. Jeanie had kicked with such force that Eric was lifted off the ground a few inches. He fell to his knees, groaning.

"Not so tough now, are you asshole?" Jeanie said sarcastically. She cooed "What's the matter, tough guy have a boo-boo?"

Deb said "Get his face, Jeanie!"

Jeanie smiled wickedly, and grabbed Eric's hair, pulling his face up. He was in no position to argue, feeling quite nautious from her groin kick. He just stared at her dumbly through mounting tears.

Jeanie lifted her knee to her chest and pointed her heel forward. She then yelled "Hayyyah! and kicked him in the face with everything she could muster. Her heel smashed into his face, loosening several front teeth and bloodying his nose. Eric's head snapped back, and he grabbed his face as he fell backwards.

The other girls were now surrounding him, laughing at his fate. However, Eric was always a slow learner, and he showed that trait now.

"You bitch! You loosedb mby teebth with your kick! I'll kill you! "

"You don't look to be in a condition to do much of anything, asshole!" said Lynda. She emphasised her claim by kicking his hands away from his face and stomping on his throat. As Eric coughed in pain, Lynda smiled sweetly. "Feel good? 'Cuz there's plenty more coming!"

Now the "plan" the girls had discussed earlier was starting to come together. Deb jumped off one of the bus seats onto Eric's groin. As she landed, she stood in place, twisting her heels into his balls.

Eric screamed in pain, and Jeanie smiled. "Uh uh," she said, "we musn't attract attention by being noisy." She palced each hand on the back of a bus seat, one on each side of the aisle. Lifting her knees to her chest, she slammed her feet down on to Eric's upturned face with all her might. With an audible crunch, his nose disappeard beneath her heels. Eric tried to scream louder, but all that came out was a sound like he was gargling. Jeanie snarled, and twisted her heels on his face. "Lynda, help me out here!"

Lynda looked at Jeanie and grinned. "One throat crush, coming up!", she yelled.

Lynda jumped up high and landed on Eric's throat with both heels. She felt a satisfying crunch, and then started to lose her balance. She caught herself on the bus seats. "Try and trip me up, eh? Naughty, naughty!" She started to walk in place, stomping her feet hard with each step. Eric's throat kept its shape for the first few stomps, but then started to soften. Lynda smiled. This wouldn't take long.

Lynda looked at Jeanie and grinned. "Hey Jeanie, if i didn't know, I wouldn't be able to tell what was happening by the sound. That squishing sound his face makes when you twist sounds really cool!"

Deb laughed. "You want to hear squishing? Watch this! Keep him busy til I get back."

She stepped off his nuts and ran to her gym bag. Reaching inside, she rummaged around for a few moments, and then pulled out her Birkinstocks."Ta da!" She said triumphantly, starting back to the group.

Meanwhile, the Johnson twins, Jill and Joan, pounced on his head. They were both very active in school sports. Jill was on the soccer team,and Joan was a cheerleader. Both smiled evily.

Joan said "Jill, you take the right side. I'll take the left. Lets pracitce our kick steps"

"You got it" yelled Joan.

They stomped up Eric's body, making sure to kick his nuts hard as they walked over his body. Eric was too busy trying to breath with Jeanie twisting on his face and Lynda stomping his throat to notice much. His body just twitched involuntarily in pain. Jumping high, they used his chest as a springboard and stomped down hard, hopping next to his head and leaving deep footprints in his shirt. They moved so they were on each side of his head.

"Bout time you guys got here. My arms are a bit too short to continue reaching across the aisle." Jeanie said. She switched from holding onto the seats to holding onto the twins shoulders. "Let's get a rythm going. I'll say kick, you kick. The next beat, I stomp. We alternate like so. Sound good?"

Jill said "Sure, Jeanie. We're both in the band. We can keep time to any beat!"

And so it went. Jeanie yelled "Kick", and the twins kicked Eric's head from both sides, simultaneously, as hard as they could. They made sure to use the balls of their feet, to provide more crushing power. While the twins kicked, Jeanie lifted her knees to her chest. On the downbeat, she would slam her heels into Eric's face, crushing it more and more into a pulp. She started singing "I've been working on the railroad...". Each beat would begin with two pulverizing kicks to the head, followed by a face crushing stomp. Eric couldn't see anymore, his eyes smashed beneath Jeanie's heels, he couldn't hear anymore because his ears were mush from the twins kicks, and he could barely breath with Lynda on his throat. His body was starting to go numb, and he thought the worst was about over. He was wrong.

Deb returned to her place between Eric's legs. "Ok, everyone, help me get these pants off." The girls who couldn't get close enough to get into the action joined Deb in pulling off Eric's pants and underwear. In no time, they were looking at his slightly swolen bare balls.

Deb said "Here's where we really have some fun!" She dropped her Birkenstocks onto the floor between Eric's legs. Turning around, she slipped on her shoes and backed up until her heels were up against his balls. For good measure, she slammed her heels into his nuts a few times. "Gotta soften those babies up, you know."

Deb said "Laura, you take his left nut, Denise, take the right one. When I lif my heels, put his nuts in the heel depresions."

Laura and Denise nodded their understanding. Debbie lifted up on her toes and walked backwards even further, till his nuts were directly under her heels. Laura and Denise positioned each nut in its own little hole, and then signaled to Deb. "All set", Laura said.

Deb smiled her biggest smile yet. She shouted "Here's a squishing sound for you!", and dropped back on her heels with all her weight. She felt his balls flatten, but they didn't crush immediately. She started to twist on her heels.

Eric's world was a white hot flash of pain. He could feel Deb's heels crushing his nuts more and more. Every time she moved, a new wave of unbearable pain swept over his body.

Deb was getting frustrated. "They won't pop! Tough little buggers!"

Denise said "Try lifting up and slamming your heels down on them a few times. That ought to do it."

"Good idea" Deb said. She raised herself on her toes, and dropped as hard as she could onto Eric's nuts again. The left one popped immediately, but the right one slipped out of its indentation. Eric's body convulsed in sheer agony. "Shit!" Deb said. "It got away!"


Laura yelled "I'll hold it.". She reached down and pushed his right nut back under Deb's heel. "Okay, go!"

Deb slammed her right heel down on Eric's remaining nut, lifting her left foot for extra weight. It crushed flat with an audible squishing sound.

The girls cheered. "Those things won't bother us again", Deb said, smiling.

Lynda said "Good job Deb! I heard those things squish from up here."

"Thanks, Lynda" Deb said, "I take pride in my work. How's your end going?"

Lynda looked down at the mess of pulp that used to be Eric. "Pretty good. Jeanie and the twins are pulping his head, and I'll be done with his throat momentarily." Turning back to her task, she started to rapid-fire stomp his neck into mush. Her heels were leaving deep, lasting depresions in his neck. His neck was so soft, in fact, that her toes left an inpression as she started jumping up and down with both feet.

"Jeanie, let's finish him!", Lynda yelled.

"Sounds good to me", Jeanie said. "Okay, ladies, let's pop his head! All at once now. One, two, three!!"

Eric's final blows from all the girls hit at once. Jill and Joan kicked his head as hard as they could, and felt the sides of his skull give. Lynda jumped high, and landed on his neck with an audible snap. Jeanie slammed her heels down on his face, and felt her feet sink into his face a few inches. For good measure, she gave one more quick full-weight stomp. Her heels smashed into his now crushed face, and kept going to the floor as his head exploded into a pile of mushed face and brains. She found herself standing on the bus floor with the remains of Eric's face squishing between her toes.

"Eeewww", Jeanie said, "It feels all smushy". She wiggled her toes and squished parts of Eric's face between her toes. She glanced down, and saw an eyeball. Curling her toes, she trapped it under her feet and popped it with the ball of her foot.

Deb said "A job well done, ladies. Let's get this mess cleaned up before Miss Wilson wakes up."

They took Eric's remains, the pieces that were big enough to carry, outside, and placed them under the rear tires of the bus. Then they used the water from the team's water cooler to wash the floor, and their feet. By opening the back safety door, they could swish the bloody water out of the bus. Just as they were finishing up, Miss Wilson started to groan.

Jeanie went up to her and said "Miss Wilson, are you alright?"

"What happened?" She asked. "Where's the guy who hit me?"

"We scared him off, Miss Wilson", Lynda said, "But he might be back. We should really get going".

"You're right, Lynda. Ok, everyone in their seats."

As she started the bus, the girls looked at each other and smirked. Deb stuck her head out the side window and watched the tires roll over Eric's body. When the bus rolled forward, the girls could hear the remains of Eric's body crunch and squish under the tires. Deb saw his legs snap, his chest cave in, and what remained of his internal organs come shooting out his neck as if someone stepped on a ketchup packet. She smiled, and sat back down on the seat.

She whispered "Well, no one will ever know what happened, guys. There isn't enough left of him to even identify wether or not he was male or female."

Jeanie said "You know, that was kinda fun. We'll have to do that again sometime".

Everyone nodded in agreement. "Yeah", Deb said, "We could be 'Team Trample'".

They all laughed, and looked forward to the next opportunity for their new team to pracice their special skills.

by Crushedkid

[squeezemeflat]

Just found the link to this youtube video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_8iCffLIXU

on another forum. It features inside view of a young lady riding a schoolbus, flooring the gaspedal in an attempt to win a race against a dumptruck. I think there might be some folks here who like that ;)!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[BabesInBoots]

NIce ! How about these shoes in black patent!??? mmmmmmm

Just thought I`d share my experience with a slave who fantasised about being crushed under my tyres.....
I drive a VW touran, and as a compromise, I agreed to cun over his hand on some softish grass, so his hand would get pushed in the ground, rather than be completely crushed. At least he got to feel it for real!!!!
I had my door open and got him to put his hand behind my front tyre, with him on his hands and knees so he could see my sexy high heels on the pedals. I was wearing my 6.5" black patent courts with metal spike heels.
I made him lick my right shoe as I slowly pressed it on the accelerator pedal as my car slowly reversed on to his fingers. He was groaning with pleasure as I crushed his hand by pivoting my shoe on the stiletto heel.
It must have felt strange to be worshipping a shoe that was causing him pain!
What I will say is that it turned me on to be in such control over this man! So much so, that I am hooked myself, and cant get enough of car crush.
Usually My slave will ride with me, and I will look for roadkill like rabbits, or a fox and crush it as i drive in my high heels.

Another pastime i like is to humiliate my slave, by making him stand outside my car, lock him out and make him run after me as i drive off slowly, gradually speeding up till he can no longer keep up, then stop when he collapses with exhaustion and casually rest my stilettos on him,making him worship and lick my heels, before letting him get his breath back!

My ultimate goal, would be to drive a big lorry, a nice 18 wheeler in my stilettos and try some crushing with THAT!

[macrina]

Great story.

[hellbentforleatherr]

As she started the bus, the girls looked at each other and smirked.

[car_crush_guy]

Nice pics!! I'd love to find one that is a view looking straight on to the front from the road and seeing a woman driving. Still, great photos!

[roafbh]

Wow, really cool story, and good use of wording to discribe motions and the crush. thanks to the author for taking the time to create this story.

[acerboss]

Sorry guys, I thought the story, which started this thread was too good to end there. I took the liberty to work on a continuation. Please let me think if its worth going any further.

Frank woke up and checked the watch on the small night table beside his bed. It was 2 o’ clock in the morning. He was sweating and he had an erection again. He had been dreaming again about this woman and the two other ones he had seen two months ago near his construction side driving in an old Greyhound bus.
Frank worked as a driver of a very huge earth moving truck on the construction side for the new highway. It was a difficult spot the route had hit and the construction was slowly progressing thru the rock. It took a lot of blasting and rock breaking and Frank was hauling crushed rock since two months from the site to a nearby depository.
On a weekend, two months ago, he had to stay behind and carry out inspections of some trucks and update all their log books. It was a long weekend with the following Monday off and all his colleagues had plans for the weekend. They didn’t need much prodding for Frank to give in and take the job, so they could cruise into the weekend with their families or girlfriends. Frank wasn’t much of a lady’s man. He was rather shy and his friends often poked fun at him for that but otherwise let him be. So rather than being questioned what he would want to have long weekend for, he just gave in and worked on the trucks.
It was on that weekend two months ago when he saw the three girls with the old bus. But there was someone else; there was a man with them and Frank was still getting sweaty hands when he remembered what they did to him. Although Frank was too far away from them that day, that he could hear what they said, he had seen everything that happened. He carried a binocular in his truck to watch for the red flag, signalling if another blasting was going to happen shortly and he had observed them thru it. He remembered that at first he felt rather jealous, when he saw the man with the three ladies. But then the man had stepped out of the bus and they waved him Good Bye. After walking in front of the bus, Frank got the shock of his life when he saw the man lye down on his back in front of the bus. What on earth was happening here, he thought. But to his relief the man got up on his feet a few moments later and walked further away from the bus. Frank came to the conclusion that these people were perhaps working on some sort of stunt trick or were trying out different angles for a camera shot. Frank was therefore not too surprised when he saw the man waving his hand and getting again on his back about a hundred meters in front of the truck. He could see the bus starting to drive towards the man on the ground and thought that this was exciting, and was quite happy with his decision that he had volunteered for the weekend job. Franks position was a few hundred meters to the left of the bus and he could clearly see the woman behind the wheel thru his binoculars. She was smiling in excitement and it was clear that they were doing some sort of practice run here.
Frank’s heart missed a beat when he however saw the front wheel bouncing upward when the bus had reached the man on the ground. Frank wanted to scream, but something inside him held him back. He saw the man’s body caving in under the weight of the rear wheels and then the bus came to a halt. He watched two of the ladies get out of the bus and walk towards the man on the ground. Something must have surely gone horribly wrong with their stunt or whatever it was they were trying to do. At first, Frank wanted to jump up and run to them and try to help as best he could. But then he watched in disbelief that ladies motioned to the driver to back up over the victim again. They did this twice and eventually they all stood by the side of the mangled body of the man and all were smiling or giggling. Long after they had left Frank was still leaning against his truck with the binoculars in his sweaty hands. It was only now that he realised how excited he was and that he had a huge erection. It was clear to him that the man had this done to him by his own desire or else he could have just rolled out of the way.
There hadn’t been a night since that weekend where Frank had not thought or dreamed about this event in one way or another. He had soon after that event decided not to go to the police but make this his own secret. He had seen the license plate of the bus and he had seen the girl’s faces. And much to his own horror, Frank had to admit that what he saw had excited him, had awoken something in him. So much so, that he eventually had begun to envy that poor man he had seen being squashed to death by these three women. From that moment Frank knew he had to find that woman.

Rachel had difficulties focussing on her work. Whether at work, at home or at night in her sleep, there hasn’t been a day, not even an hour where she did not think of what she and her friends had done to her boyfriend. They had joyfully killed him, period. She still had difficulties to come to terms with the whole thing, even after two months had past. She had known him only for a few months, prior to that fateful day. He had been a nice guy, strange at first with his peculiar desire to be under her feet and eventually under the tire of her car. She had found that all strangely interesting to have this kind of physical control over a man. When he asked her the first time to drive over him with her car, she was very worried at first. Not so much about his health as about any legal consequences should he get hurt. Soon however, after she had had him a few times under the wheel of her car, she took delight in doing it. It gave her a feeling of being in control, of having power over another human being.
Then, one day, he came with the idea of her running him over with a vehicle so big and heavy that he could not possibly survive. At first she brushed that aside as just another aspect of his strange infatuation. But then she understood that he meant it and, by the way he was making detailed plans for it, she realised that he was going to make his dream come true, one way or another. The fact that he had picked her to end his life filled her with an enormous sense of power and she went along assisting him with his plans. Eventually they found the right vehicle, an old Greyhound Bus and she learned to drive it in a remote area, where no one lived, nearby a construction side for a new Interstate connection.
She still wasn’t convinced at that time that he was fully serious about his plans, so she didn’t mind to let her two best friends in on their plan. They came along when he had decided that the day had come to be crushed under the tires of that bus, driven by his girlfriend. Until that last moment before she heard that unforgettable crunching sound from under the bus, she and her friends were convinced that he would roll out of the way in the last moment. And then it had happened. The wheels of the bus that she was driving had crushed this man to a pulp. The man who had chosen to give her the right to end his live and had lived up to it. What a rush she had felt in that moment. The same rush she was feeling since then every time she thought about that day. Having control over another man is one thing, a very enjoyable thing, as Rachel always had thought. But having control over a man to the point that he gives up his life, willingly that is, for her to take it for her pleasure, that was something else altogether. The rush she had felt at that day and which was still reverberating thru her mind till today, was accompanied by a feeling of utter loss because she realised that she would never encounter this again in her life.

Until she received that phone call this morning, which was the reason she could not concentrate at her work. The caller had identified himself only as Frank. He was very nervous on the phone and it took Rachel a while to understand what he wanted. He was shy and demanding, all at once. And just before he had hung up, he had blurted out: “I know what you did to him. I want you to do the same to me”

To be continued…..

[Skidplate1]

Awesome! keep going!

[speedbump]

Definitely re-captured my attention here. It would be great if they could fill that bus with about 50 young attractive and curious females.
That would be good for at least 5,000 girl-lbs of xtra weight...Eeeeew Squishy Squishy! Lol

[madman1_rug]

Continue the story please, you are a wonderful writer!

[chicagofeet]

This is the best story on the Forum right now.
Please keep it going. She gets a job driving the women's sports team bus.

[acerboss]

This is all I had time for now. Please be patient. Promise to continue soon.

Rachel was very worried indeed. By the time she pulled into the drive way of her apartment her friends were already waiting, sitting on the garden wall. She had called all three of them from the office, shortly after Frank had called her. The initial excitement had given way to worries and eventually to fear. Even before she got out of the car she could see on the faces of her friends that they must have gone thru a similar line of thought.
As soon as they sat in Rachel’s living room, they were all shouting at once. Rachel tried to calm them down as best she could and explained that she knew nothing more about the mysterious Frank than what she had told them already over the phone.
“What if he did already speak to the police and they just want to lure us into another crime? “, asked Vivian, the eldest and most sober of the quartet. “That cannot be discounted” said Rachel, “although something tells me that he is for real. There is no doubt he has seen what we did there, but I think if he had wanted to go to the police, he could have done so a long time ago. No, I think he really wants to get the same treatment as Paul.”
“I hope you’re right”, said Corinna, a tall brunette. Her tone and demeanour now were not even a shadow of the attitude, with which she had pushed Paul’s head with her high heeled sandal in the path of the tire to be completely squashed. “What if the police found already the bus?” she continued. “That’s precisely why I think Frank is for real”, Rachel answered. When realising the puzzled expression on her fiend’s faces, she went on to explain. “You see, we just sold the bus for a few hundred bucks to the nearest scrap yard. It would have been easy to find, if Frank went already to the cops. We were so thrilled by the whole thing that we didn’t even make any attempt at concealing the whole thing. Why should we, right? Paul had asked us to squash him under the bus, isn’t it?” she asked. “With all our carelessness the cops would have long come for us. No, I think Frank is for real. We just have to be extra careful this time and we have to decide how to go about it. Anyway, I don’t have his number or address. Even if we wanted, we have to wait for him to make another move”.
“If he does”, said Corinna with a smirk that showed that she was beginning to get her usual attitude back,. “If he does, then he is our plaything”.

Less than 20 miles away, Frank was equally worried. “What if they thought this is a trap and they will hide?” he thought. He regretted that he had not told the lady on the phone that he was the reason the police had never found the remains of Paul’s squashed body. He should have told them that after he had starred at the goo that was left of Paul for an eternity, he had driven back there with the huge wheel loader and had scraped Paul’s remains of the road and buried in a nearby ditch.
He was really straining his mind how he could convey it to them that he meant no harm. That he would make every effort to protect them from being caught. He began to hatch a plan and when he was sure it would work, he would call the girl again, whose name was Rachel.

To be continued…..

[chicagofeet]

Real good....

[acerboss]

Sorry for the peace meal guys, but thats all I have time for after work.

Throughout the week there wasn’t a minute where Frank had not secretly worked in his mind on his plan. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that even his colleagues at work, who were used to Frank being the quiet type, had picked up on it. “He must have met the girl of his dreams” they poked fun at him during their lunch break. “If only they knew how right they are” Frank thought by himself. “Except it’s not one, its four girls of my dreams”. He smiled, when he thought about it.
While Frank was hauling rocks he was surprised to what extend his plan had taken over every corner of his mind. He completely understood what he was about to have done to himself. He knew that everything he used to like doing in life would be gone. In fact this being crushed to death itself, which he so badly craved, could not be repeated either. Everything he knew, everything he loved would be over after they had done to him what he had observed them doing to Paul. And yet, just thinking about it made him shiver with anticipation. All his dark confusing phantasies had become clear in this one moment when he had seen this stranger place himself willingly in front of that bus. Everything he could not explain until that day was suddenly crisp, sharp and clear, as sudden and as bright as a lightning strikes thru the darkness.
He knew that there were things he had to attend to first; he could not just disappear. Although Frank was living alone and had nobody he was responsible for, from now on he kept a little note pad with him where he wrote down all these small things to do before his plan could be put to reality. He smiled to himself, when he thought of his preparations being similar to one who will go on a long journey. Every so often his mind drifted away how it would be to lye in front of them just before they would roll over him. How they would look down on him, maybe giggle, maybe mock him. He jolted back to reality while entering the rock depository to empty his truck. First he had to make sure the stars in his script would not back out. He had to call Rachel again and explain his plan, so they would realise that their safety was his foremost concern.

“He called again” Rachel said to Corinna. “He tried to explain everything to me over the phone, but I told him to be quiet and to meet us. Please call the other two girls and be at my place at seven o’clock tonight. I told him to be there at eight, so we still have an hour to get our thoughts straight”, she continued. Corinna, who had already lost all fear in anticipation of what they would hopefully soon encounter again giggled: “Hihihi, I can imagine its kind of difficult to discuss this over the phone with your work mates sitting next to you”. She snapped into a mocking tone before she continued: “Oh, I see alright. And after we squashed you to mush, do you want us to scrape you off the road?, hihihi”. Rachel couldn’t help to burst out into a giggle too before she hang up.

Two hours later, her three friends were sitting in front of her with the facial expression of school girls who were about to open their birthday presents. Rachel enjoyed her position of being the one who knew what they didn’t and stretched the situation for all its worth.
“Oh come on enough” Vivian shouted. “What did he tell you? Don’t torture us any longer”, she begged. “Alright, alright, Rachel smiled. And then she explained what little sense she had made of Frank’s onslaught over the phone. They all breathed a sigh of relief, when Rachel told them what Frank had said about the removal of Paul’s remains. They were all sure now that this man would not go to the police. “Oh boy” Corinna blurted out. “This is gonna be soo good. I will bring a second panty when we do him, because for sure I am going to cream the one I will be wearing” They all burst into a laughter, but it was Rachel who brought their mind back to focus. “He is going to be here in less than an hour and we will have to plan this very well, because this time we may not be so lucky that some new guy will hide his body when we’re done with him”

Frank had been at the address more than an hour too early. The more he had rehearsed his little speech in his mind, the more confused and nervous he had become. He paced up and down a little path, only to be disturbed in his thoughts by the occasional jogger. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was about to set in motion a chain of events from which there was no return. The longer he thought about it, the more he wanted to back out of his idea, at least get some timeout to clear his mind. He had come without noticing to the end of the little park, at the end of which was a pedestrian crossing. On the opposite side of the road was a tall building with a huge advertisement poster for some designer shoes. When Frank raised his gaze, he looked straight into the eyes of a very beautiful model. She looked down at him with a mixture of bored amusement and disdain. Then, Frank lowered his view and froze. In front of the model was a naked man, crouched on the floor on his knees, with his head down. In his outstretched hands he held the other high heel sandal, like an offering, while the model rested the unshod foot on the back of his head. Suddenly Frank had a dry mouth, but absolute clarity in his mind. There was only one thing left to be done.

A minute later the doorbell in Rachel’s apartment rang.

To be continued….

[smith103]

Great ! Can't wait to continue reading.

[likefeetandcar]

I think this story is great

[squeezemeflat]

Hello acerboy!

:thumbsup2:

Great continuation of the original story! Just happened to step over and got really excited while reading...! You have a really good writing style and you know how to create suspension... Cannot await the next parts...!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[acerboss]

Really sorry for the piece meal approach, guys. But the creative juices do not always flow after a 12-hour day. Here's the next installment. Final part will follow soon.

From the moment Frank had entered Rachel’s apartment he was suddenly very calm and focused, much to his own surprise. All his nervousness had vanished the moment Rachel had opened the door and had greeted him with a warm smile. “Come in, you must be Frank” she had said. “The others are waiting already for you inside the living room”
When he stood in front of the sofa they were sitting on, three beautiful female faces smiled at him with a mixture of anxiety and a trace of doubt.
Rachel pointed to her left and said: “Frank, this is Vivian” and with a turn of her head to the right she continued: “and this is Sue” “Corinna will be here in a second, she was so excited to meet you that she had to go to the bathroom”, she finished her introduction. “Pleased to meet you ladies” Frank answered and there was a moment of silence. Just when Rachel wanted to ask Frank if he also wanted a drink, a door could be heard in the back and Corinna stepped into the living room. She had a naughty smile on her face when she said: “So, this is the man who wants to die beneath us”. The way she looked at him while she spoke gave Frank a shiver; she truly was a very attractive woman. She had put on a figure hugging short dress with high heel sandals. The other girls giggled and Rachel intervened: “Oh come now ladies, we haven’t even offered Frank a chair yet. Please do sit down Frank”
Suddenly Sue blurted: “Why on earth do you want us to kill you? Don’t you enjoy life?” She was the youngest of them and was stunningly beautiful in her youthful body. She had just finished college and was used to be courted by young men. When they had run over Paul with the bus, she was as surprised as the others at first that he had not flinched in the last moment. But later she kind of liked the idea of a man giving up his life for their enjoyment.
Frank looked at them with a puzzled expression on his face and shrugged his shoulders before he answered: “To be honest, I don’t know myself why. But that is not important. I only know for sure that this is what I want and if you will not give it to me I will keep searching until I find some women who will do it.”
“No, no, don’t worry.” Corinna almost panicked with the prospect of Frank letting some other woman take her place. “We will squash you because we like to do that as much as you want to have it done to you.”
“Enough girls,” Rachel intervened again. “Frank has made a decision and we are more than willing to comply. But there are other aspects that we must discuss before we can all enjoy what we are about to do”. “Frank you do understand that we need to be sure that we will not suffer any consequences from this, “she continued. “You may lay down your life freely at our feet for us to take it, and we gladly will, but the law sees this quite different”.
Before she could continue, Frank started to lay out in front of them his plan. “My remains must never be found”, he stated matter of factly. “And the key to this is that there is very little left to be found.”
He then explained to them in detail that the ideal location for the crime would be the depository site, where he dumped the crushed rock from the interstate construction. He would teach Rachel or one of them how to drive his truck. He explained further that his truck was a real monster, a so called articulated hauler with wheels of nearly four meter diameter. When fully loaded it weighed more than a hundred fifty tons and it would presumably crush him so flat that nothing recognizable would remain. After they had squashed him dead, they would dump the whole load of rocks over his remains. They would then have to park the truck near the other machinery and just leave.
They almost started all at once: “How can we drive such a big truck? And what does articulated mean?”, Vivian asked.
“Oh” said Frank. “That truck requires less effort to steer than you car, madam”
“Everything is power assisted and there is no need to shift any gears; it’s all transmission. And articulated means that the truck does not steer by turning its wheels but the whole truck bends in the middle”, he finished. He was almost a bit proud explaining his truck.
They kept throwing all kinds of questions at him and he had an answer for everyone.
“Wow, this is gonna be awesome” Sue shouted, after Frank had explained to them that the driver’s cabin was almost 5 meters off the ground and that there were platforms in front and behind the front wheels where the girls could be standing on.
Suddenly Frank’s face took on a sober expression when he calmly started to speak again. “I have two conditions”, he said. “Once you started, you will finish the job. No matter how much I may scream or plead with you.”
“Why is that Frank ?” Rachel inquired.
“Because once you started injuring me, letting me go will set in motion many uncontrollable events that could eventually lead the police to you”.
“I see”, Rachel said. “And the other condition?”
“No pictures”, Frank said. “Why not? We want to have some memories.” Corinna asked with a disappointed undertone.
“For the same reason” Frank answered firmly. “Pictures have a way to get into the wrong hands and then your memories will turn into evidence. I want this so badly, but I could not bear the thought that you will suffer for fulfilling my greatest wish”
“Oh Frank”, Rachel smiled at him. “You are a sweet man and you shall have what you crave”
Corinna moved around to Frank’s chair and looked him in his eyes. “Yes, not to worry”, she almost purred at him. “We will squish you really good”, she continued and squinted her eyes when she said the word ‘squish’. After that she sucked the air in between her teeth and looked at the others. “Girls, this will be soooo good”.

Frank told them that he would pick them up next Saturday at around ten o’ clock in the morning. They could then spend an hour practicing and then they could do what he wanted by now more than anything else.

The grand final coming soon……

[squeezemeflat]

:clap:

This story is developing truly amazing... Love the introduction of the ladies with their names... Some description of their outer appearance would be nice, including their stats like height and weight (although I suppose their weight doesn't make any difference compared to what amount of weight will flatten him, but I think it's hot if they enjoy adding their weight on top, especially if they are taller and maybe heavier than the man...).

I love the sadistic attitude of the ladies and how they tease him... These teasers are really exciting:


She had a naughty smile on her face when she said: “So, this is the man who wants to die beneath us”. The way she looked at him while she spoke gave Frank a shiver.


“We will squash you because we like to do that as much as you want to have it done to you.”


“Wow, this is gonna be awesome” Sue shouted, after Frank had explained to them that the driver’s cabin was almost 5 meters off the ground and that there were platforms in front and behind the front wheels where the girls could be standing on.

Corinna moved around to Frank’s chair and looked him in his eyes. “Yes, not to worry”, she almost purred at him. “We will squish you really good”, she continued and squinted her eyes when she said the word ‘squish’.



I am excited about your work and hope there will be some more installments before the grand finale. No need to rush... Take your time and keep the suspension!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[car_crush_guy]

Great job! I'm glad to see you carrying the story on with your own unique and creative perspective. My original story on this post was inspired simply by my own crush fantasy. I really enjoy reading your story segments and as SMF said, you have a very good writing technique. Thank you again, and keep them coming!

[Skidplate1]

Wow! I wish this was an illustrated story!:D

[smith103]

Great. I am looking forward the next part.

@acerboss
I have sent you a PM

[acerboss]

Thanks guys for the encouraging words to continue. At first I thought this next installment here to be the conclusion of the story, but then I would have had to rush it. So, please bear with me, there is one more part to follow.

After Vivian had closed the door behind Frank, she returned to the living room and couldn’t believe her eyes.
Corinna was sitting next to Sue on the sofa with outstretched arms. It was clear that she was pretending to hold a steering wheel in her hands and with an expression of mocked concern and a wicked smile on her face she looked down over her left shoulder to an imaginary person on the ground and said: “ Oh my God, Frank, is this your guts splattering out on the road there?” Sue was giggling next to her and joined in the fantasy performance: “What were you saying Frank? You want us to stop?” She leaned behind Corinna’s shoulder, as if she was looking down to the same person and puckered up her lips before she continued: “Oh we are so sorry Frank, but that can’t be. But don’t worry, this will hurt only for a second”. Then they both burst into a giggle and looked at Rachel, who was sitting in one of the arm chairs, with her eyes closed and just made “mhmm” .
“You know that I could feel the wheel rising?” she started.
“What? What wheel? What are you talking about?” asked Sue
“Paul, the bus. When the front wheel hit him” Rachel explained, her eyes still half closed.
“For a short moment I could feel it thru my seat and my bum. The bus was lifted up for the briefest of moments before he gave way. It was incredible. It was my foot on the gas pedal that, with the slightest of pressure, took this man’s life”, she went on.
“Look at all of you”, Vivian smiled. “You have become a murderous bunch of beautiful, sadistic women. Glad to be in your company”.
“Hey, Mrs. Headmaster”, Rachel mocked her. “What’s in it for you?” She knew of course that Vivian had just recently broken up with a guy that marked the end of a string of unhappy relationships. Whenever the topic was about men, Vivian didn’t leave any doubt about her opinion of that part of the human species and Rachel half suspected that Vivian simply had to redress a score imbalance.
“Mmmhmm?” made Vivian and furled her forehead. “Lets see, Well, aside from the fact of seeing him die beneath me, what else is there?”
“Oh, yes, I see. Yes, of course the idea that he is in hideous pain helps as well.” She went on. “And best of all” she paused for a moment before putting a bright smile on her face, “best of all will be that when he wants us to stop, we will finish him anyway”.

Although a week can be a long time when waiting for something one really wants, Frank quickly found out that he had still a lot of things to attend to and it had to be done in the right manner. He realised that if he would prepare everything to the last detail, it could easily be surmised that he had gone and not planned on returning. It had to look as if he was just going about the usual routines of his life and then he just vanished. First he had planned to cancel his newspaper subscription, close his bank account and give away some of his more valuable possessions, but he came to understand that this would quickly lead to suspicion, which eventually could spawn an investigation of some sort. He just wanted to become one of the thousands of missing person’s cases that went unresolved every year. After a few weeks the file was closed and that was it.
And there were other loose ends in his plan. He had told the girls that he would pick them up. But that would mean that he would drive them to the construction site in his car and the girls would have to use his car to get back. That was too much of a risk in his opinion. They could be seen or otherwise noticed and that part of the plan would have to be changed. He decided that he would leave his car at his place after he had picked up the girls. He knew that Rachel had a car and he would first bring them to his place and then ride with them in their car to the construction site.
While doing his usual hauling trips, Frank left out a small spot at the corner of the growing backfill area. Once the girls would have dumped the load of his truck over the spot where they would kill him, all evidence would have disappeared under more than a hundred tons of crushed rock. After his last haul Frank prepared a hose reel to be ready and under pressure near the tool shed, where the girls would park the truck. There they could hose down the wheel that had run over him and wash away all other evidence before they would drive home in their car. Frank fantasized about them making their way back to the car, laughing and gesticulating just after they had turned him into a stain on the dirt. He got very excited and felt the butterflies in his stomach.

It was Friday evening and Frank had stayed on until the last of his colleagues had left. The lose rock from the last blast was still mostly left uncleared and Frank placed his truck near the blasting area. He then climbed into one of the big wheel loaders and started to fill the back of his truck. The wheel loader itself was huge, but it was dwarfed in comparison to his truck. After nearly half an hour the truck was filled and Frank parked the wheel loader where it belonged. He left his truck where it was and drove home. On his way home he smiled to himself when he realised that this was the last time he would be driving this route. After he had reached home, he called Rachel’s number and informed her about the changes in his plan. He told her that he would be there tomorrow morning at around ten o’ clock.

It was eight o’ clock Saturday morning, and all three girls were already at Rachel’s place. And in their finest. When Rachel opened the door to them she could not help but laugh and said: “Well, this gives new meaning to being dressed to kill” Rachel herself was wearing a nearly ankle long summer dress with a floral design that really followed the contours of her beautiful body. She was wearing plateau sandals with a cork wedge heel and bright red nail polish. Corinna was likewise a view to behold. She was wearing the same dress she wore when she met Frank for the first time, complimented by large, circular earrings. Her feet looked simply stunning in her four inch heels and with her shiny black nail polish. She had put on a little silver anklet with small skulls as decoration, and it looked very beautiful on her feet. Vivian was likewise dressed for the occasion with knee high plateau boots. She had tucked her jeans into the boots and then folded them over the end again. They all looked with some amusement at Sue. She was wearing an extremely revealing blouse that left her belly button free. Her long, blond hair was laid up on top of her head and held by a clip, leaving her gorgeous face completely free. She too was wearing large bangles as earrings, but it was the rest of her outfit that made the others giggle. She was wearing really sexy hot pants and rubber boots with a colourful design and a rugged sole.
“Are you planning to go fishing afterwards?” inquired Corinna with a smile.
“No” Sue answered and began to chew on her thumb nail. And then she shyly added: “I want to step in his remains when we are done with him”. Rachel explained to them the last minute changes in Frank’s plan and they all acknowledged the fact that he was genuinely concerned about their wellbeing after he got what he wanted. A short while later, Frank’s car stopped in front of Rachel’s apartment block.

To be continued…..

[chicagofeet]

I hope the actual moment is very slow, so he can feel every inch. I hope they stop on him to brush their hair, change seats for different views and do all the things young women do while driving. I wonder exactly how many passes it will take to really press him into a fine paste.
Great so far. Please take your time writing, and hurry up!

[acerboss]

Thanks everyone for the encouragement. As far as the illustrated story goes there's a few guys here who could do that. Squeezemeflat comes to mind with his wonderful collages or computer generated render images.

Be that as it may, here is the next part. I am rather hopeful that I will manage to deliver the conclusion soon.


It was Rachel who opened the door to Frank. They were all waiting for him in the living room and just looking at them Frank got very excited. But before he could say a word, Rachel made a very serious face, when she said: “Frank, I have to ask you this, as I have asked Paul before we do what we are set out to do. Are you truly sure that this is what you want”? She looked at him with an inquisitive expression on her face.
“Do you realize”, Sue chipped in, “that you are about to die a very painful, gruesome death in a short while from now?”
“We are going to drive over you in your huge truck and you will be squashed to a paste”, Corinna stated calmly.
Frank looked from one to another and grew fearful that they would back out. “Are you trying to tell me that you are not going to do it?” he asked.
“No”, answered Rachel, “but we want to be sure that this is what you really want”
Frank gazed around again before he answered: “I will never be able to explain what it really is that makes me want so desperately to die under your wheels”, he exclaimed. “But I know with certainty that this is what I want and that I shall not rest until I found the woman or women who are kind enough to fulfil my greatest desire”.
Rachel approached him, put her hands on his shoulders and tiptoed a bit while placing a kiss on his forehead. “In this case your search ends here today, as will your life” “You shall find with us what you crave, and oh boy shall we enjoy it”, she smiled at him.
“You know, it will be slow” Corinna probed. “And very, very painful as you will get slowly squished”, she finished.
“Come on girls lets go and do it”, Rachel shouted. Sue giggled and said: “Not do it. Do him, hihihi.”

A few minutes later, that sat in Frank’s car, with Rachel following in her car. Frank explained to them again the last minute corrections to his plan that he had told already to Rachel over the phone yesterday. About a hundred meters away from his apartment, he signalled Rachel to pull over. He asked the three girls to get out of his car, since he did not want anyone to see them together.
“I’ll just park my car and then come back on foot. It will take only a minute”, he explained before driving away. The ladies saw him turn right at the next intersection and enter the second drive way on the left. They saw him lock his car and disappear in the house. A moment later he reappeared and began to walk back towards them.
“For a moment I was worried when he went inside the house” said Corinna, who was already very excited in lustful anticipation of the slaughter.
“Hey, give the man some credit”, answered Rachel. “He is for real, he really wants it. He is just careful for us”.
“Works for me” said Vivian, just before Frank reached the car. When Frank saw that Rachel and Vivian were sitting in front, he headed for the rear door. But just before he could open the door, Corinna got out of the car and motioned Frank to get between her and Sue. Once they were driving, Corinna leaned over to Frank and bit him in the ear. “We thought here in between us you can get used already to the squishing”, she giggled.

After about 20 minutes of driving, during which Frank had pointed out to Rachel the landmarks to find her way back, they reached the construction yard. As soon as they drove around the truck sheds almost all girls shouted in unison: “Oh my God”, when they saw Frank’s truck. Even from hundred meters away it was the size of a house. On the back they could see the massive rocks and boulders. As they came close, the real dimensions of this behemoth became clear to them. Rachel’s car could have easily parked underneath it, between the front and the rear wheels.

They parked the car nearby and got out. When Frank noticed Rachel’s anxiety, he calmed her down: “Don’t be intimidated by the size”, he said. “It drives easier than you car.”
Vivian, who stood next to the left front wheel, looked up to the top of the truck and said: “Well, I guess size does matter after all” Her shoulder did not even reach the center of the wheel and when she stood in front of it her spread out arms could barely reach both sides of it.
“How much does it weigh again?” Sue asked and Frank rattled off the stats of the truck: 140 tons as it is now with a 40 to 60 front – rear weight distribution”
“What does that mean?”, Sue inquired. “It means”, explained Frank, “that 40 percent of that weight is resting on the two front wheels and the rest on the rear wheels.”
Sue clapped her hands together and asked with excitement: “How much of that will be on you?”
“Well, about nearly 30 tons” Frank answered. When he saw her puzzled facial expression he continued ”That’s about thirty times the weight of that one”, he nodded towards Rachel’s car.
“Wow”, said Sue and looked at her colourful rubber boots. “That’s going to be real messy.”

In the meantime Rachel had climbed up the stairs and stood on the first platform. Frank followed her and motioned to Rachel to get up into the driver’s cabin. The other girls wanted to follow, but Frank waived them to stop. “No, please, it’s ok later”, he begged. “But first I have to show Rachel how to drive and reverse and how to dump the load. There is not enough space in the cabin and while we practice it is not safe for you to stand on the platforms. If you fall down, you will land right in front of the wheel”.
“Oh, I see” said Corinna. “No, we can’t have that. The place in front of the wheel is reserved for you”, she smiled at Frank
“You can wait over there in the shed”, he pointed to them with his arm. “There are soft drinks in the fridge and there is a bathroom as well”, he finished before he got in the driver’s cabin next to Rachel.
Just before the girls reached the shed, a roar came from behind them. When they turned around they saw a huge, black cloud billowing over the middle of the truck. Then they saw the vehicle starting to move.

To be continued…..

[chicagofeet]

I've been asking for years for someone in the Forum to experiment and acurately calculate exactly how much weight it takes to press bones (and everything else) into a fine liquid.

I'm trying to guess which of the girls is the smart one, who will be calculating the weight on him as its slowly applied. Dying for the answer!

[squeezemeflat]

I think the story has to go on... ;)! I have evidence that there has been another witness when the girls crushed Frank. That guy didn't want to get run over, though. He wanted to call the police. But he stood no chance against the three athletic ladies who chased after him, overwhelmed him and tied him up. His fate was clear... At least the ladies got another victim. And one that struggled for life was so much more exciting to steamroll flat! This time all except Rachel who had to drive the truck wanted to have a close look and knelt down beside the huge tire, before Rachel started the engine again...

[speedbump]

acerboss, I am really enjoying your contributions to this story. The personalities you have given to the girls are fantastic. You have made them seem so real as individuals.

You are quite a talented story teller. Thanks for a great read.

[smith103]

acerboss, I am also very impressed and cannot wait to read the final part. I hope this is not your last story.

[acerboss]

Thanks everyone for the kind words. Here is the next installment, after which you can expect the finale. Sorry, if the story is too drawn out for some.


“Good God”, said Vivian, when she came out of the toilet.” These guys are just pigs. Look how filthy this place is”
The shed was indeed not a shining example of sanitation. It was a typical construction site shed, where the guys would change after work or take their lunch breaks. The floor was covered in dirt, half filled ash trays were on every table and the room was filled with the rancid smell of work boots. The girls helped themselves each to a soft drink from the fridge and were glad to step outside again. They just came in time to witness the truck being parked parallel to the last dumping spot of crushed rock. Frank appeared on the platform next to the driver’s cabin and shortly behind him Rachel came out too, just after the engine had died.

The girls walked over to Rachel and Frank, who had made their way down the ladder and stood next to the gigantic front wheel.
“Franks has asked me”, Rachel started, “to ask you girls if it is ok with all of you if he will be naked when we squash him?” she looked around the others.
“Wow, great”, shouted Corinna. “I was thinking to ask him that anyway”
They all came closer and stood in front of Frank, who was undoing his shoe laces. “I still can’t believe it,” said Sue. “In a few minutes from now that huge wheel will slowly roll over you and will erase any recognizable feature from you. When we’re done with you, you will be nothing than a smeary stain in the gravel here. Do you realize that?”, she finished with a raised eyebrow.
“I do”, said Frank calmly and continued to take his cloths off. A minute later he was standing in front of them, stark naked.
Corinna let her gaze pass over Frank from head to foot, drew the air in between her teeth and whispered: “This is going to be great”

For some reason none of the other girls had challenged Rachel’s position as being again the driver and she prepared to step up the ladder. She halted, stepped down again and looked to Frank before she said: “I don’t know how to say that, but even though this is what you want, it also means a lot for us. You are letting us do this to you under your own free will and that makes it so great for me”, she smiled at him.
“But I have warned you, you shall not find any mercy from me, once we have started this.” With that she wanted to turn around again to the steps, when Sue shouted: “Wait! We shouldn’t just get onto the truck like that. I think Frank should lay down here in front of the ladder, so we can step on him when we climb up”
Frank looked at one by one and said: “Sure, why not. And since I won’t be able to talk to you again, I want to let you all know how much I appreciate what you will do now”
With that he laid down in front of them, right under the ladder. Rachel stepped onto his chest with her left foot and held the sole of her right heel sandal right over his mouth and smiled down at him. “Kiss it” she said and Frank raised his head a bit to reach the sole and pressed his lips on the dusty sole. He could feel the fine grit and sand on his mouth and thought: “This foot will soon gently push on the accelerator pedal high above me” and it gave him a shiver. After he had kissed her sole Rachel pushed his head on his side and stepped up on his left cheek full weight. Then she swung herself up on the ladder without another view down.
“Wow”, Sue said, who had watched closely from behind Rachel. She stepped up on Frank’s belly with her left rubber boot and without any further ado she planted the ball of her right boot right on Frank’s mouth. She tiptoed there for a moment, holding on to the ladder with her right hand. Then she raised her left leg and held the tip of the colourful rain boot with her left hand. She looked down at Frank and twisted her foot a little, making Frank grunt from under her boot sole. “Oh, yes I see”, she giggled, “this reminds me of an important thing left to do” With that she stepped back onto Frank’s chest with both boots and, while leaning against the ladder, took off her left boot. She was wearing little tennis socks inside the boots and stripped the one off her left foot. She put the boot back on and crouched down, sitting on her heels on top of Frank’s chest. She put on her sweetest smile, when she looked at Frank and said: “I know that being run over by us will probably hurt a bit. But hearing you scream would just ruin it for me” With that she pushed the sock into Frank’s mouth who had willingly opened it the moment her sock had touched his lips. A moment later she stepped back on Frank’s face, mashing his nose and started to climb up the ladder. The only thing Frank could see from his position were the rugged soles oh her rain boots and he squinted his eyes against the sand that dropped onto his face, as Sue climbed up the ladder.
Corinna was next and her facial expression was one of pure pleasure and excitement. She was wearing high heels and her beautifully painted toenails were just centimetres away from Frank’s mouth when she stepped onto his chest. She had planted her heels well, each one drilling into Frank’s nipples. She raised one foot and turned it a little, to show Frank her silver anklet with the little skulls. “See this?” she asked Frank, “now you will understand their meaning”. With that she rocked back and forth on her heels and was a little shocked to admit to herself how much she enjoyed doing this to Frank. With one foot on the ladder, she gave Frank another look down over her shoulder, smiled at him with a devilish smile and followed Sue.
Vivian was the last one and she enjoyed that. She stood next to Frank, her right hand at the ladder and had the thick sole of her left plateau boot planted on his abdomen. She was probing the resistance with a slow rocking motion and watched her boot sole sink into Frank’s belly. “Ah, this feels really good” she smiled down at him. “I always suspected that there must be something men are good for, and I finally found it”. With that she stepped up with her other boot and continued her rocking motion by alternatively putting the weight on her left boot, which was on Frank’s belly and her right boot, which stood on his chest. Frank did not expect what happened next, when she put all her weight on her right foot, balanced on her ball and performed a complete circle like a ballerina, all the while looking down over her shoulder at Frank’s face. Frank was wincing through the sock in his mouth because Vivian had made sure that she had caught a fair amount of chest hair under her rugged boot sole. When she came to a halt she just giggled at him: “Considering what is going to happen to you in a moment, this isn’t really that bad, isn’t it?” With that she planted her left foot squarely in his face, stepped full weight onto his head and began to climb the ladder. Halfway up, without stopping, she looked down at Frank again when she said: “Bye Frank, it was a pleasure meeting you”
Frank was just still for a moment. The four girls had disappeared on the top of the truck. He could taste his blood from the crack in his lips that Sue’s rubber boot had given him. He could hear their excited voices above him, and once in a while caught a glimpse of one or another as they were shuffling around to find the best position to enjoy their private show. The he heard Corinna shouting: “We are ready Frank. Time to take your position”.
He was trembling with anticipation and excitement when he stood up to walk around the massive front wheel. Strangely, he didn’t feel any fear at all.

Last part coming soon….

[Skidplate1]

Wow! hope they drive slow

[chicagofeet]

The Bears won. We got an extra hour's sleep. And another chapter.
What a wonderful day, this has been!

[squeezemeflat]

Still great! I even enjoyed the whole story more now that I spended hours translating it into German. I promised to do that for a friend from former Eastern Germany who never learnt English at school. He is totally absorbed by these crushing fantasies and wrote a femdom story himself about a mysterious lady torturing men in her villa with secret cellars, one lunatic episode also with her driving a huge wheel loader threatening to crush her victim to death. (Now, please don't ask me to translate that one into English, first it isn't finished, second it's really too long...).

But if you like to have a German edition of your story for whatever reason I can mail it to you.

Hope to read more soon!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[squeezemeflat]

By the way... Do you have a certain model of articulated hauler in your mind? I was curious to search for something fitting but I think the heaviest I found was around 80 tons... I was searching for pictures to get an idea about the platform and how it is situated in reference to the wheels and the cabin...

The last one is about 150 tons but not articulated.

[acerboss]

Enormous machines aren't they. Thank goodness this is just a fantasy. Ok, now, I think the time has come for Frank to die:

Last part of the story:

When Frank reached the front of the wheel his upward view was nearly completely blocked by the curvature of the huge wheel. He looked around the ground and kicked away a few larger stones, which might have hurt when lying down. He smiled to himself when he realised the futility of this action. In a moment the girls would drive this truck over him, squashing him to death. What difference could a bit of pain from behind possibly make?
He sat down and stretched out his feet until they nearly touched the narrow space where the wheel met the ground. Then he laid back and put his arms by his side. In his outstretched position he could just see past the apex of the wheel and he saw Sue and Vivian standing on the front platform, holding on to the handrail. Sue was busy putting her long, blond hair up again when she saw him.
“He’s there, he’s there”, she shouted, clapping her hands and waving back to Rachel and Corinna. “He’s really doing it, wow”, she continued. The next one appearing in Frank’s view was Corinna. She squeezed between the two other girls to get a glimpse at Frank. She leaned forward, holding on to Vivian’s arm and smiled down at him. The she raised her sandalled foot onto the bottom bar of the rail and made a twisting motion with it, as if she was stepping out a cigarette. At the same time she smiled brightly and said with a sultry voice: “Let’s squish him girls”. They all turned around to Rachel and nodded.
From below Frank saw all three girls in a stark POV perspective. He saw Corinna’s and Sue’s feet protruding over the rail and the scene had a strange, cruel flair, with the girls looking down on him as if he was just some insect that they were about to crush.
Then he felt the wheel shudder and the mighty engine above him roared to life. He had to squint his eyes as the radiator fan had temporarily kicked up some dust. Through the noise of the engine he could hear the girls laugh and shout at him: ”Bye now Frank”
Frank hadn’t even noticed that the huge wheel had begun to turn and was taken by surprise, when suddenly it grabbed his feet. Although he had tried to pull his legs back by instinct, his feet were already held by the wheel. “This is it”, it became clear to him. “Even if I wanted, there is no escape anymore.” The pain was sharp and extreme and ripped him out of his thoughts. He raised his head to look at his feet, but they were already completely under the wheel. Somehow Frank had expected that the wheel would climb, but it didn’t do that at all, not even a millimetre. He could hear the crunching sound of his bones as the wheel slowly progressed. He could see blood soaking into the dust, just where his leg was disappearing under the gigantic tire.
The girls must have likewise wondered why the truck did not lift and Rachel put the gear in neutral. Frank had nearly disappeared from their view and they wanted to see what was going on. Corinna and Sue climbed down the ladder and couldn’t believe their eyes. It looked as if Frank’s legs had simply never been there from just below his knees. Frank had sweat on his forehead and was groaning into Sue’s sock in his mouth. “Wow”, Sue exclaimed, looking at Frank. “This is so cool. Let’s finish him off”.
When they reached the top of the ladder, Vivian had gone missing from the platform. Instead she was waiving to them from a smaller platform, much like a walkway in front of the engine hood. “Come over here”, she shouted. This is where you get to see the real show”, she cried with a broad smile on her face. Quickly, the two girls went around the driver’s cabin and joined her in her front position. This was really much better, as they could see Frank clearly. They jumped up and down and waived to Rachel, who smiled back at them and engaged the drive again.
It was an eerie scene. Frank was performing some kind of sit-up and watched in horror his legs disappear under the tire. He could feel his bones been literally pulverized under the enormous weight. In his agony he slumped back over and got a clear view of the three girls. They were all smiling and looked very excited. They pointed at his legs and the huge tire, but weren’t the least bit concerned about his suffering. “Not so fast”, shouted Corinna to Rachel. She had placed one hand between her legs and began to rub herself.
In spite of the engine sound, everyone heard the loud crunch when Frank’s pelvis was crushed. Sue, Vivian and Corinna all stood there for a second wide-eyed and mouths open. Then they burst into laughter. As the wheel went forward, Frank’s guts were pushed upwards out of the wheels way. He felt the pressure in his body rising and was labouring to breath. Suddenly, under the immense internal pressure he opened his mouth and a fountain of blood and guts shot out of it.
“Eeeweh” the girls shouted and stepped back as if they could be reached by Frank’s eruption. “Look at him” Corinna screamed, “He’s still alive”. “Wow, what a mess”, Sue said. Frank’s body was arching backwards and his arms were flailing at his sides. He was clearly at the point of losing consciousness, but the wheel continued to roll slowly forward mercilessly. Inside the driver’s cabin Rachel was still under the electrifying sensation she had felt when Frank’s pelvis had given way. Her eyes were half closed and she continued to very gently touch the accelerator with the toes of her right foot.
The three girls were straining their necks to see Frank completely disappear from under the wheel. There was another muffled crunch and they just caught a glimpse of a grey-pinkish squirt shooting out from under the wheel and then Frank was gone. They motioned Rachel to stop, but it took a while for them to get her attention. Finally she stopped the truck and they all climbed down the ladder. Frank, or what was left of him was visible on the ground, right between the front and the rear wheels.
“Incredible”, Vivian was the first one to speak. There was no recognizable body part of any kind, just a wet, mushy stain in the ground. “Eeeweh”, said Corinna when she turned her head to the left, looking at the wet stain on the rubber of the tire. Parts of Frank’s skin were stuck to the wheel, but nothing that would show, that five minutes ago, this mush was a living, breathing human.
“What are you doing?” asked Corinna, when she saw Sue standing under the huge bucket of the truck. Sue was standing on or rather in what used to be Frank a moment ago. She tiptoed on both boots and, holding on to the structure above her with both arms stretched out and performed a full turn in Frank’s remains. “Oh, I see”, Corinna smiled, “pitty I came in sandals”.
“All right girls, move away”, Rachel intervened. “I have to give Frank a decent burial now”. They all started to giggle and while Rachel climbed back into the driver’s seat, they walked towards the shed. Rachel moved the truck another ten meters forward and then engaged the hydraulic boom, which raised the back. With an incredible roar and thunder the more than hundred tons of crushed rock and earth buried Frank’s remains for all eternity. Rachel lowered the bucket again and drove in a long curve forward to the spot Frank had pointed out to her, where she was supposed to park the truck. The engine died and Rachel climbed down the ladder for a last time. When she reached the front end, she saw all three girls awe-struck, staring at the front wheel. Rachel made a puzzled facial expression and joined them in front, facing the tire. There he was again, Frank. Three meters in front of them was the ghostly silhouette of Frank painted with sand onto the slime and blood that had stuck to the gigantic tire.
“Wow, this is something,” Rachel exclaimed. “But nonetheless, even it’s a true piece of art, it will have to be washed down”. With that she went for the hose reel, pulled out a few meters hose and in front of them Frank’s last resemblance dissolved and ran into the ground. “Ok, girls, we are not yet done here” Rachel reminded them. “Look around and make sure we are not leaving anything behind, while I go and put the keys in the shed”, she said with a serious undertone.
A few minutes later they all stood near Rachel’s car. “Absolutely incredible, wasn’t it?, Corinna asked into the round. They were all still under the impression under the lustful slaughter they had just committed. A moment later they were back on the main road, when Vivian casually asked: “What’s for lunch?” They all burst into laughter and headed back for the city.

[Crush Slave]

That is a GREAT story. Well worth the wait for the end.
All I can say now is
Me next please Rachel :)

[chicagofeet]

Bravo! Brava! Standing-OH!!!
Ok producers... Lets start filming.

[squeezemeflat]

Bravo! Brava! Standing-OH!!!
Ok producers... Lets start filming.

:bugeyes:

Oh nooo.... Not me please...! I've done some carcrush stunts but I won't do that... No I won't do that!

:help:

Great work, Acerboy! You have such a great talent in writing! It is really extraordinary to read such well-written and concepted stories in the fetish world as most men are obviously too excited and want to get to the point right away, and often they seem to forget totally about spelling and grammar.

But I think all the planning, fantasies, dialogues, teasings, warnings before the event are even more thrilling than the action in the end which is (of course with the dimensions and the weight of the truck) rather short compared to the whole story. For my part, I don't really want to imagine how brutally Frank is finally crushed to paste. But it is really exciting to imagine the sadistic strike of the women who enjoy doing that! And you did a perfect job with that! It is just such a pity the story is over....

Please, whenever you feel some new ideas coming to your mind, go on writing! PLEASE, MAESTRO, WRITE!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[chicagofeet]

Frank must have scared the girls, screaming until the truck broke his pelvis. He must of passed out at that point.

Acerboy, I hope you're really enjoying just how much everyone really loved your story and continue to think about it throughout the day. Remember, for every person that responds, there are probably a few thousand that read and enjoyed it that haven't.
Well, I guess its time for one of the girls to get a job driving a military tank.

Administrative comment: John - Is there a way to see how many people have read a particular thread?

[Skidplate1]

Great Story. Just one question- Who was that guy hiding in the bushes getting all excited?

Hint hint.. Wink wink

[smith103]

What a story !!
acerboss, you should sell it to Tarantino for his next movie.

Maybe, you can continue the story with the two rich girls chasing men in their cars:
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=88799

[Donkey]

Awesome, I wrote one a while back along these lines. Great story!

[squeezemeflat]

Would like to read more.... For the time being I keep this thread alive with a collage... I stumbled across the picture and couldn't help but work on it ;)!

[Donkey]

Sounds familiar! Great story ..

[BabesInBoots]

We cannot let this thread die!

[squeezemeflat]

We cannot let this thread die!

Right you are! Found a picture of a bus, took a hot looking woman and a poor guy and put all together. I hope this might be some inspiration for the storywriters here...


SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[Davie D]

Excellent work!! I reckon that coach will have about 50 girls + a hot lady driver on board!!

[chicagofeet]

So is anyone writing a follow-up for Bus Crush? How about real experiments?

[BabesInBoots]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm maryjane shoes too. Nice fantasy graphics manipulation.

[pria73]

Just thought I`d share my experience with a slave who fantasised about being crushed under my tyres.....
I drive a VW touran, and as a compromise, I agreed to cun over his hand on some softish grass, so his hand would get pushed in the ground, rather than be completely crushed. At least he got to feel it for real!!!!
I had my door open and got him to put his hand behind my front tyre, with him on his hands and knees so he could see my sexy high heels on the pedals. I was wearing my 6.5" black patent courts with metal spike heels.
I made him lick my right shoe as I slowly pressed it on the accelerator pedal as my car slowly reversed on to his fingers. He was groaning with pleasure as I crushed his hand by pivoting my shoe on the stiletto heel.
It must have felt strange to be worshipping a shoe that was causing him pain!
What I will say is that it turned me on to be in such control over this man! So much so, that I am hooked myself, and cant get enough of car crush.
Usually My slave will ride with me, and I will look for roadkill like rabbits, or a fox and crush it as i drive in my high heels.

Another pastime i like is to humiliate my slave, by making him stand outside my car, lock him out and make him run after me as i drive off slowly, gradually speeding up till he can no longer keep up, then stop when he collapses with exhaustion and casually rest my stilettos on him,making him worship and lick my heels, before letting him get his breath back!

My ultimate goal, would be to drive a big lorry, a nice 18 wheeler in my stilettos and try some crushing with THAT!


he is very lucky, you could soft crush him betwen a wall and the front of your car

[BabesInBoots]

Squeezmeflat - anymore school bus fantasy pictures? Thanks.

[pria73]

I would like to be very very slowly pushed by the front side of a woman's SUV while I am trying to stop her.
She should wear a miniskirt, spike heels shoes and black silky stockings...
I would like to be pushed by watching her sensual smile until I find myself between the SUV and a wall so she can make me feel her supremacy by softly crushing me...

[shomp]

thats what my wife does to me but she softly crushes me between two cars she softly presses the gas pedal with her high heeled foot and shows an evil grin then we go back into the house and she gives me a shoejob

[mrdann]

ha ha nice post, what a vivid imagination

[shomp]

not imagination friend its reality i guess you cant find anyone who will do things for you

[pria73]

I envy you... how does she dress???
After being crushed I would like to be tied up at the wall and then, my dream is to be provocate by her but, I must resist at the provocation if I want avoid more pain by her SUV...
For example by licking my neck she could rub her left leg on mine by telling me "if you don't resist, I will move my leg like now on the friction pedal..."

[shomp]

she wears a deniim mini skirt with the black pumps chek my pics you will see her outfit

[pria73]

I would like to be not run over, but soft crushed between a wall and the front of your SUV while I am trying to stop you...
My agony would be perfect if you are dressed with a mini skirt, black silky stockings and spike heel shoes...
I would like to be pushed by your SUV very very slowly to the wall while you watch me with an evil grin an then... once at the wall, you should make me feel your supremacy by softly crushing me until I will beg you to stop...

[squeezemeflat]

Squeezmeflat - anymore school bus fantasy pictures? Thanks.

Okay, seems the old carcrush threads are brought up again. Here you go:

[BabesInBoots]

Nice to see the babe in the schoolbus driving. I have a thing (fetish) for babes in black patent stilettoe high heels and boots and black PVC skirts etc. Some guys like sneakers. Thanks for the collage! Imagine 100 girls in it? Hehe all dressed sexy! Wow !!!!! What a fantasy .. and imagination ......

[squeezemeflat]

Nice to see the babe in the schoolbus driving. I have a thing (fetish) for babes in black patent stilettoe high heels and boots and black PVC skirts etc. Some guys like sneakers. Thanks for the collage! Imagine 100 girls in it? Hehe all dressed sexy! Wow !!!!! What a fantasy .. and imagination ......


Well yes, the preferences are different. For me it's mostly the fantasy of female power and erotic crushing. I also like it better when the ladies are clad in sexy dominant looking outfits, but I don't have a preference for certain shoes or certain materials. For the collages I have to take what I get... And yes, I also like the fantasy of a large number of girls adding their weight to the bus!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

[BabesInBoots]

Well yes, the preferences are different. For me it's mostly the fantasy of female power and erotic crushing. I also like it better when the ladies are clad in sexy dominant looking outfits, but I don't have a preference for certain shoes or certain materials. For the collages I have to take what I get... And yes, I also like the fantasy of a large number of girls adding their weight to the bus!

SQUEEZEMEFLAT

Yes I love female domination too - essential .... the POV views is HOT too loking up to increase the domination. Black patent high heels and boots are a must for me. Thank for your on-going collage work. :bananajum

[BabesInBoots]

Anyone here? :carrotdan

[hellbentforleatherr]

http://www.click2houston.com/news/18627939/detail.html#-

[BabesInBoots]

Poor guy .... over food?

[BabesInBoots]

Anyone hear ... squeezemeflat? Ghost town here.

[maltavmalta]

The Bus crush stories are brilliant!

Does anyone know of similar stories worth reading? I'm not particularly interested in the vehicle theme, but the cruel, care-free attitude of the girls is captivating!