Donna

[mrtramplefantasy]

Donna walked down the catwalk with style and grace, wrapped around her 110 lb. frame she wore a tight black spandex suit which hugged her big fake tits. Sitting in the front row was a group of fat female reporters for some Large and Lovely magazine. As Donna swirled by them, she gave them a disgusted look, turned her nose up at them at drifted off back down the runway! Patty, one of the fat women, made a remark, "Hey Bertha, did you see the way that skinny bitch looked at us!? Bertha replied,"Yeah, What a cunt!"
Twenty minutes later, Donna came back out on the catwalk wearing some kind of fancy bikini with super heels and strutted by the Fat women again. Like before she gave them snooty look, and Bertha called out to her "You stuck Up Bitch!" right to her face, and Donna replied back by calling her a "Fat Bitch"!...... Well that was it, Patty, Bertha, and the rest of their fat Friends were pissed off! Bertha wanted to kick her skinny little ass from here to East Pakistan! Patty was a little more pissed, she responded that she wanted trample her into the ground! Bertha added, "I think we should get even with that Bitch!" So all the Fat Women huddled up, and a plan started to form! Next time Donna came out the catwalk, it would be last!.........
Finally Donna came back out wearing a tiny painted on Dinner Dress with a Push Up Bra that made her double D's stick straight out, as she did her little prissy walk down towards The fat women, Brenda (one of the other fat girls) stuck out her hand and tripped Donna! Donna went flying off the stage and landed on to the floor in front of the fat women! The whole area around the Fat Girls was dark, the lights were really low, and with only the catwalk walk lights on. Nobody could see what was about to happen. Immediately Patty (a 350 lbs beauty) jumped up and placed he right heel on Donna's hand and started to grind her fingers in with all of her weight. Donna yelled! Brenda got up and cut off a few lookieloo's and told some of spectators that she was a nurse and she'll take care of this poor girl! All the fat girls were crowded around Donna, who flat on her back. Patty slowly stepped up on to the Model and starting to trample Donna into the carpet! Donna was trying like hell to scream, but Patty's 350 lbs were stomping the shit out of her! Brenda, gently pushed Patty off the girl, who immediately balled up and was try to choke down some air. All the fat girls picked up the model and carried her off and out of the center arena before anyone could say anything! The fat girls found a utility closet, and rushed the dazed girl into there! Brenda and the other Fat girl waited outside, while Patty and Bertha slammed the door closed! Inside the closet (which barely had any room) they pushed the girl to the floor, and Patty looked down at the Model with contempt, and with her heel she pushed her down flat against the floor, then jumped up on her chest, and started to trample her! She concentrated on walking on those fake tits of hers! She wanted to smash them flat! All the while, she was yelling at the model...."You fuckin little beach"......trample... trample...."You think you are so much".....trample...stomp...."better that us"......stomp.....trample.......! The poor girl struggled against those trampling heels but Patty was too big! Her chest started to caved in. While Patty trampled the girl, Bertha got an idea..... she grabbed some duct tape off of the counter, and told Patty to get off, and that she wanted to wrap this bitch up like a mummy and carry her out of her! The model was horrified, thinking "what are these fat bitches going to do with me!!!???"........
Patty picked up the girls battered body, and started to chuckle when she noticed her once errect tits, were now two saggy wet paper sacks (she really trampled them flat)! The girls dress had heel marks all over it. And she was all black and blue from the trampling! Meanwhile Bertha started to wrap the girl up like a mummy. She started off at the feet and with every wrap, Bertha made sure it was nice and tight, all the way up her legs, and past her tight little ass, and when she got to her tits, she grab so twine (thin rope) off the shelf, and started to tie her tits up, and she wanted to wrapped them up so tight that they would stick straight out and be as tight as a drum (like two torpedoes). Her boobs were so tight they looked like they were ready to pop! The nipples were sticking straight out like valve stems on a tire. Patty started to laugh .... then grabbed her nipples and started to twist the hell out them and the girl started to scream. Patty slapped the bitch, told her to "shut the fuck up" and put a nice healthy amount of duct tape around her mouth. bertha took the tape from Patty, and continued to wind it around her tits, and up to the top of her head. The only part Bertha left without tape was air holes for her nose, other wise the skinny bitch looked like Egyptian Mummy with big tits!..... Before Bertha, and Patty split out of the closet with their captive, Patty wanted to trample her up abit more. So Patty roughly pushed her ass to the floor and luckily she landed on her tits. Patty was the heaviest of the bunch (tipping the scales at about 450 lbs), and she had on a set of wide high heeled boots, so she stepped up on to her back, and Donna's (the model's name) tits where compressed into the floor! Patty was amazed on how her body felt below her boots, it was like she was walking on one of the children’s inflatable bouncy things you would find at a kid's birthday party!... Patty trampled Donna good! Donna was wrapped so tight, she thought she was going to burst from Patty's weight. Her poor tits where being smashed against the floor while this big 450lbs bitch trampled her in!
Patty rolled Donna on to her back, so her bound and taped tits were sticking up in the air. Then Patty stepped back up on to her stomach. Her heels were making deep indentations in the duct tape! But tape was wrapped so tight it resisted Patty's weight. Patty's body was facing her tits and with a mighty swing of her foot she kicked her left tit with her boot, her tit rebounded back like a punching bag! Patty started to laugh! She took another kick at her right tit, and it snapped back and forth! Bertha wanted her turn at it so she took a couple of swift kicks too. Donna's tit's were bouncing around like toy balloons. Both Bertha and Patty joined in and Boing....Biff,... Boom...Blamo! Donna was screaming in silence, her tits were killing her after being bound so tight and kicked around like they were foot balls.
A knock came from the door, and Brenda yelled thru the door that someone was coming! So Patty scooped up the girl, and her and the rest of the fat girls rushed out the door and down the hall, and into the parking lot where their car was parked. They threw the skinny bitch into the back seat, Big Brenda, and Bertha climbed into the back and planted their fat asses right on top of Donna. "Woof" all the air rushed out of Donna thru her nostril holes!!! The fat girls started laughing. She felt like human bean bag chair! They grounded their fat asses all in her till they were comfortable! Donna felt like she was about to explode! She had over 700 pounds on her! Bertha's fat ass was covering her head and tits, and Brenda's ass was smothering the rest! Donna could hardly breath. The car was speeding down the road and the driver was purposely hitting every pot holes and every bump on the road. The fat girls were crushing her to death!.... The ride was a long one and Donna was getting stuffed squeezed into the crack in the seat, her body had long since be smashed flat and she had passed out due to the lack of oxygen.
When the fat girls finally made it to Bertha's house, Melanie (the other fat bitch) Helped the 2 fat girls out of the back seat. When they got out the fat girls started to crack up when they saw this skinny girl all wrapped up in tape and crushed into the crack of the back seat. She looked like a over sized Burrito wrapped in tin foil that some accidentally sat on. Brenda and Bertha grabbed her legs and gave a tug and she popped out, and they carried her off into the house. Bertha told Brenda to lay her on the couch and two of the fat chicks took a seat on her! Woof....... all the air in Donna lungs whistled thru her nostril holes. And the duct tape made a funny crinkle noise when their fat asses finally settled in. Bertha lit up a smoke, and started to chat with the other girl on what should they do with this bitch? When bertha was done with her cig, she looked around for an ash tray, but it was on the other side of the table! Then she got an idea!! She got up and noticed how her big butt had a made a ass print on Donnas tits! She asked Melanie to slide down on her body just a bit. Then she peeled the tape back just a bit to expose the nipple on Donna's tit. Her bare nipple stuck out like a nipple on a babies bottle! And Bertha sat back down on Donna's chest just below her tits which were rubbing against her fat thigh. Bertha told Melanie, that she found herself a pretty blonde ash tray, and proceeded to ground out her cigarette into Donna's Nipple.... Twist..... twist...... SSssssS ssSSSSssss.... burt the shit out of her, and she cringed in pain, she couldn't believe she was being used as a human ash tray for these fat cunts. Bertha lit up another one, and inhaled it deeply! She leaned back and used Donna's other tit as an arm rest. This was fun she thought...... wondering what they are going to do next to her? Time ticked by and Bertha finished snubbing out 8 more cigarettes out into her nipples! (Donna's boobs where all full of burn marks..... her poor nipples where charred to a chrisp!) Bertha got up and went to the kitchen to grab more tape. She handed the tape to Melanie to tape her tits back up.
Brenda came in to the room and said, "Hey girls don't forget about the party tonight"? "I was thinking maybe we should use this skinny little bitch tonight for the party"? Bertha, and the rest of the girls all said, "That sounds god to me"..... and Donna started to tremble....... Melanie noticed this and went over to Donna, and did a flying butt drop on her! The couch almost broke, her 400 pounds went flying thru the air and crashed down on her chest. If it wasn't for her being all taped up, she would have popped like a balloon. The other fat women started to laugh and said, "hey it's my turn!" One by one they all started to do butt drops on Donna......kaboom......kaboom....blamo......squish .....blamo!!!!! Over and over, finally the couch broke! Donna was pounded into paste..... her body was broken and pulverized! And those tits of hers were smashed flat once again...... Donna passed out from the crushing, and the girls fixed the couch and shoved her borken body under the cushions of the sofa, Bertha and Brenda sat on her again contemplating on how to use this bitch for the party. Mean while the rest of the girls got prepared for tonight's party! *******(Start here you putz)*****
Before the party started, the fat girls placed Donna's mummified body on the front door step and they put a sign on her that said welcome. She was going to be used a human floor mat. The fat girls also put another note on the door saying "please wipe your feet off on me... all skinny people need to be walked on" ... p.s. this is just dummy....
In the afternoon, the guests started to show. The first people where two girls of extreme size. 350 pounds ea. They were had on tight party dresses and were wearing high heels. The first fat girl looked at mummy on the floor in front of the door. Then read the note on the door. And laughed..... She said to her friend "Man, that Bertha, always playing jokes!" With that she stepped up on the dummy and rang the bell. Then the other fat girl stepped up on it too. Their heels sunk into Donna like a knife in butter. Donna's ribs were just seconds away from cracking! The one fat girl commented on how real this dummy felt. And the other fat stomped down hard on it to reassure that it was fake! Donna was dying, these fat bitches were turning her into a pancake! They stood on Donna for about 2 minutes until someone finally answered the door! Bertha answered and looked down and Donna's smashed body, and was pleased! Bertha invited the girls in, and closed the door. After they stepped down of her, all the air rushed back into body. Just then more people showed up! This was a group of about 7 more fat people, both guys and girls! The first man read the sign, and made a comment on how he hated skinny people, and he joke on how he would like to jump on the mummies tits and crush'em flat. So he did, ......jump.....jump....jump..... his 340 pounds pounded Donna's tits to dust! When he was done, her tits looked like two trampled lunch bags! He rang the door and Bertha answer the door again, and everyone trampled her and they entered the house.
This went on all afternoon, Fat people trampled Donna into the cement. Most of the Fat girls loved to trample her Fake tits. Everyone thought they were walking on dummy!.... Finally after all the guests showed. Melanie went outside and carried Donna's crumpled form into back yard. Just then Melanie heard a crash, and she dropped Donna right there on the dirt near the pool and ran towards the house to see what broke! Donna was in daze when she hit the soft dirt.
Mean while Bertha, was trying to get everyone together to go outside so they could start the barby-q and dance to some music. Everyone started to flow out on to the lawn, while Bertha and the other girls were getting the refreshments together. Bertha yelled out to everyone to watch to out for the pile of leaves that were still left out on the lawn! The first group of people stepped on something kind of soft, (it was Donna) and one fat girl started to joke with her friend about how they used to jump up and down on the pile of leaves back at home when she was a kid. Her friend joined in and they started to bounce around on the pile. Laughing the whole time. (Donna was getting crushed into the soft dirt) Then they stepped off. More and more people started to walk on the pile. (with every step these fat people were pushing her deeper and deeper into the dirt) their heels were sinking in and crushing the pile of leaves flat (so they thought). And more people kept coming until everyone was shoulder to shoulder (Donna’s body was smashed all the way down into the soft earth, only the top of her tits and parts of her face were showing) then the music started! Everyone started dancing on top of her. All these 300 lbs women were grinding their heels into her. The duct tape bound around her body barely held the pressure of their sharp heels from totally poking thru her like Swiss cheese. When a slow song came on this one couple were slow dancing on her. Twisting and turning, grinding her deeper into the dirt. As they were moving to the music in tight embrace they were positioned right on her breasts and even though her tits were bound tight with tape, The combined weight of the two fat people smashed her tits flat. Over and over trampling her breasts to the soft swaying beat of the music. Donna was wide awake during this whole time and she was terrible pain. The fat girls with the high heels kept digging them into he her non stop.
Finally the music stopped, and she had four fat girls were standing on her. You couldn't even see her anymore. These fat people had trampled her all the way into the ground. When the music started again. The girls danced in place, moving their hips to the music, shifting their weight from foot to foot with the rhythm. Their heels were scraping, and twisting, and grinding into Donna. One girl made a comment on how soft the ground was. And she bounced around a bit to prove her point. Then she place her heel right on Donna's Nipple and started to poke it really hard, jabbing it into her tit. "See, right here! Look how the ground just sort of goes into and out"!! Just then a big bug started to crawl across the ground near their feet. One of the fat girls yelled, "Kill it"!! One girl tried to crush it, and missed, and her heel went crashing into Donna’s stomach, another girl started stomped her boot against Donna’s head trying to kill the dam thing, but the bug was too quick. finally they all started jumping up and down trying to crush it. but instead they were crushing Donna to death. Blamo....Blamo, jump,....biff......grind.......crush..... Ahh!!!! Someone finally got it. As one of the girls scraped the bug off her shoe on Donna’s face! They all laughed, and lit up a smoke and stood there talking away. Mean while Donna was smashed flat beneath them. The fat girls stood on her for another 45 minutes grinding out their cigarettes on her body. The music died out and everyone filed back inside the house trampling Donna's body on the way in.
Meanwhile Melanie, suddenly remembered where she dropped the model. She ran out in the yard and couldn't find her. She looked hard and notice two shiny bumps sticking out of the ground. She realized it was Donna's tits! She ran over to her and pulled her trampled body out of the ground, and started laughing! Just then Bertha came outside to see what Mel was laughing so hard about! "Hey Bertha, I accidentally dropped this bitch out here in the backyard, and everyone trampled her into the ground!" "Ha, Ha, Ha!" She said. Bertha replied, "Take her around the back and put in my bed room, and lets take off the tape! She's probably dead under there!" .....

[mrtramplefantasy]

im looking for the second part of this story does anybody have it.

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[mrtramplefantasy]

Yeah I know this fourm it only has part one can't find part 2. In part 2 the girls carry Donna body and put her in the living room and invited all her bbw friends and they use her as a theraptical dummy to release stress by stomping at it.

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Donna (continued):

that night after the party goers had left, patty, melanie, brenda, and bertha removed the tape from donna's body. they fully expected her to be dead, because of all the punishment she had gone through over the course of the evening. however, to their surprise she was still breathing, albeit barely and she was unconscious. the only explanation they could come up with was that the tight binding of the duct tape had held her together when she would have otherwise been crushed to a bloody pulp. this gave bertha an idea right away.

"let's wrap her up again, only tighter this time and see how much she can really take before she gets crushed to death. i mean no one knows we have her and no one seems to care that she is missing. we can do anything to her we want. we even smuggled her out of the fashion show right in front of everyone and nobody was the wiser."

"that sounds like a great idea," chimed the other three.

they looked coldly at donna's unwrapped body. she was still wearing the last dress she had modeled at the fashion show. they decide that it would be easiest if they undressed her completely and then rewrapped her. once the clothes were off the four large, lovely ladies saw the extensive damage to donna's body. she had cigarette burns all over her body, not only on the nipples where bertha had snubbed out a total of 10 cigarettes, but also all over her torso and legs where the other ladies at the party had ground out their cigarettes unknowingly on donna's body as it lay crushed into the soft dirt beneath them.

the four surveyed the number of deep bruises caused by the high heels under so much weight. there were also a number of less serious bruises around and on top of the really bad ones. they felt donna's body and it was putty-like to the touch. apparently her bones had been forced to endure so much weight for such a long time that they had reverted to a cartilage-like state.

"her internal organs must be a mess by now," added melanie. "serves her right for thinking so much of herself for being thin. now we can make her as thin as we want, until she just collapses out of existence."

the other three voiced their agreement with the last spoken sentiment with a series of "here, here's" and cat call whistles. they took donna's thin, limp frame into the bathroom where they placed her in the tub. their intent was to wash her up before they rebound her. but somehow it seemed like a good idea to dirty her up first.

bertha was the first to disrobe and straddle donna's supine body. she let loose with a stream of hot urine from all the wine she had been drinking at the party. she moved her body back and forth front to back to make sure the urine sprayed every inch of donna's body. donna was jolted awake by the urine spraying in her face. her eyes opened only to squint shut again reflexively. melanie and patty notice she was now awake and alerted bertha and brenda to this new development. bertha got out of the tub and stood with the other three large ladies as they gazed with focused curiosity at donna's face.

donna now opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the urine that remained. she saw the blurry impressions of the faces of her tormentors through the urine that still coated her eyes. she could feel herself breathing ever so shallowly. she willed herself to move, but all that happened was a strained sound escaping her lips. the ladies looked at donna now with the look of a cat once it knows its prey can do nothing. donna couldn't move. she was for all intents and purposes comatose. whatever mechanism had allowed her in the past to control her bodily movements was now broken, definitely due to her earlier treatment. tears welled up in her eyes. she wanted to say she was sorry, to apologize to these women for her grievous comments about their weight. she wanted to placate their wrath and spare herself. but it was too late. she couldn't tell them even though she wanted to.

as if by divination, the ladies looking down at her commented that she looked like she was really sorry for what she had said and the way she had acted. but there was nothing for it now. it was well too late for apologies and the women had to think of themselves after all. they couldn't very well take donna to the hospital and confess to all they had done to her. besides she still deserved it. she was less than they, a skinny little bitch who got exactly what she deserved.

bertha smiled down at donna and said, "bet you are sorry now that you made rude comments about our weight. it was that very weight that brought you to this pitiable state now. it is that very weight that makes us superior to you now, and that always made us superior to you.

donna looked up pitiably with eyes full of tears willing the words, "you are right... you are better than me... i'm just a skinny little bitch and i deserve all of this." but the words would not come out.

the large and lovely four now went back to their plans for donna. next patty, then brenda, and finally melanie urinated all over donna's body and face. bertha even went to the kitchen and got a funnel to allow melanie to piss directly into donna's mouth.

"now that she is all wetted down, let's wash her up." said bertha matter-of-factly.

"i have a better idea," chimed melanie. "let's each just take a shower while she lies at our feet. she will get the benefit of our soapy runoff and we get to step all over her without the tape one last time."

the others agreed wholeheartedly.

the showers began. brenda was first. she made sure to wash her ass and vagina extra well and to let the filthy runoff from these areas trickle down into donna's face and funneled mouth. she enjoyed very much the soft spongy feel of "donna doormat," as they now called her, under her slippery, wet feet. she enjoyed the feeling of slipping around on donna's stomach and chest with her rather large size 10's. and donna, now fully resigned to her fate, just lay there and took it all... all the pressure and the pain and the humiliation of having ass water running into her mouth. donna had always obsessed with being thin and now she was about to become the thinnest she could ever be.

melanie was next and she made a point of removing the funnel after she had washed her ass and vagina and let the water run down donna's throat. after removing the funnel, melanie delighted in stepping on donna's face and noticing how her facial features would get just a little bit flatter with each wet, slippery step. once melanie slipped off donna's face with her right foot and stomped her left foot down on donna's face to catch her balance. she was afraid she had killed donna right then and there, but donna's eyes slowly opened after about 7 minutes of unconsciousness.

patty really had contempt for the girl, so she put the stopper in the drain while she showered. this made the water level gradually rise around donna, who couldn't move to extricate herself. when the level was high enough patty stood with one foot on donna's stomach and the other on donna's face. she then would alternate her weight from foot to foot, making donna's head bob up and down in and out of the water. finally she finished her shower/bath by sitting on donna's head and suffocating her not only beneath folds of flesh, but also by forcing donna's head completely underwater for some time while she scrubbed her privates and asshole thoroughly. donna was just about to pass away when patty got up and bounced on her stomach. the impact forced donna's head above water, but also forced any remaining air out of her lungs. patty pulled the plug from the drain and stood on donna while she dried herself. after she stepped out of the tub, donna's lungs audibly filled with air for the first time in several hours.

bertha, not to be outdone, also adopted the suffocation by tub water method. only she would also stand right on donna's face with both feet and hold her head under water for a long time before jumping to donna's stomach to force air from her body. this process made a lot of splashing and bubbling noises and bertha was starting to like the rhythm, so she started dancing on donna's broken body. bertha finished up by sitting on donna's face and holding her underwater for a long time. when she would lean forward to allow donna to come up and gasp for air, she would fart right in donna's face and mouth. this meant the only thing she could breath during these desparate gasps for air was the stink from bertha's colon. and bertha would laugh wickedly each time she did this.

finally the nightly ablutions were over. donna doormat lay comatose on the floor of the bathroom after having been dried off by the ladies. they didn't use their hands to dry her, of course, but lay the towel on her prostrate form and trampled all over her, drying her off front and back with their feet. they put on some somba music and literally danced all over her. they noticed her body didn't resist their weight at all, but just squished flat wherever they stepped.

"poor girl. she is just mush now, waiting to die." cooed melanie as she smiled down at donna's serene form. "let's wrap her up."

the four ladies decided to use the thinner kind of duct tape, but to wrap it twice as tight as before. the end result was a mummy form that was supercompressed, but that only had a very thin layer between the rest of the world and its flesh. donna was now ready for her final procession, as it were.

in fact, the way brenda and bertha carried donna's rigid form from the bathroom into the living room was decidedly funereal. they were like pall bearers to the "last procession of donna doormat."

"i'm gonna miss her once we've finished her," lamented melanie.

"don't sweat it. we'll just embalm her into a real mummy if you want to keep her around. then we can all use her as a doormat whenever we like," responded bertha.

"that's if there is anything left to embalm, " added patty.

brenda and bertha laid donna's mummy on the couch. patty sat gingerly on donna's breasts, which had to be tied using twine with four times the original tightness just to get them to stand erect again. patty smiled to herself as she remembered the look of frozen pain on donna's face and the tears in her eyes as patty had bound her breasts so sadistically with the twine. after making donna's destroyed breasts stand up again, patty had thumped the charred nipples to makeshift erectness again. then using sewing pins, she had impaled donna's nipples three times on each one. one pin was placed through the nipple top to bottom. another pin was placed through the nipple side to side to make a cross. the third pin was inserted directly into the tip of donna's nipple and forced in as far as it would go by hand. then patty had stood up on donna's fallen form in high heels. first she pressed the pin in as far as it would go with the sole of her shoe. then she placed the heel of her shoe on the pin's head and stood full weight on it. the pin was pushed deep into donna's nipple, but the head of it stopped at the center of the cross made by the other two pins. so both of donna's nipples had a cross through them and a sort of dimple in the tips of them. patty had used a cigarette lighter to heat up the pins and now she used that same lighter to heat the pins more once they were inserted. she got her satisfaction from seeing the profuse tears in donna's eyes as the heat from the pins became unbearable.

patty had just looked into those teary eyes and laughed, telling donna that she had no choice but to take all that was done to her. now as patty sat gingerly on donna's erect breasts, she reveled in the pain she knew she was causing poor mummified donna.

"what next?" asked melanie.

the ladies all sat down on donna's mummy on the couch, completely burying her in the couch cushions as they thought of what to do next. donna couldn't breathe beneath them, but she didn't panic. she had been here so often before that it was now just par for the course. her breath was suspended by patty's large ass covering her face and breasts. donna just lay still without breathing until she passed out. she knew she would be back. she knew she wasn't going to get out it that easily. and so it was that she awoke to the familiar sensation of heavy women in high heels standing on her prostrate form.

while donna had been unconscious, the ladies had decided to organize another party, a "large lovely ladies" support group party. and they had invited over a hundred women. donna would get more of the same as a doormat for the party goers, but she would also be part of the support group procedures. it was the ladies' intent to use the donna doormat mummy as an aggression therapy dummy for the ladies in the group. the ladies in the group would all get a chance to take out any anger and aggression they had on the "dummy." after being beaten and kicked and stomped by over a hundred women, surely donna would be finished.

donna had actually sustained much abuse during her recent blackout. she had been unconscious for the better part of 2 days. and with no food or water, she was emaciated and dehydrated, making her senses hyperaesthetic. while she had been unconscious, the ladies had used and abused her in their usual fashion. she had been trampled and sat on, jumped on and butt dropped on, stood on as a step stool to reach things in the back of cabinets and farted on. but donna had no recollection of these most recent events. she just knew that now there were two large ladies standing on her in very thin heels.

donna once again found herself as the doormat for a party of heavy people. this time it seemed that all who stepped on her were wearing heels, so they must all be women. donna was in a headspace that no other human being on the planet has ever achieved. she was now completely indifferent to her own suffering and even became fascinated by these powerful sensations of pressure and pain from various areas on her body. it hurt immensely, but she just didn't care. she had given up caring. she had given up fighting. she had given up resisting. now she just wanted to experience the suffering. she didn't want it to stop. she wanted more and more, and more kept coming. donna didn't even know how she was still alive. her body no longer had the feel of structure, but of jelly. but she was aware of the constant and intense pressure from the duct tape holding her together. donna was determined to suffer for as long as she could and suffer she would.

as donna first awoke, she felt the weight of two heavy women on thin high heels crushing her beneath them. she would have guessed that each weighed around 300 pounds, give or take. the two women were engaged in lively conversation about beating up the dummy later on tonight as they wiped their feet thoroughly on donna doormat before entering the small auditorium that the four ladies had rented for this party. donna heard more feminine laughter and many footsteps coming toward her.

all the women had been told before hand about the dummy doormat from the last party and how it would be there tonight. they were all told that this same dummy would be used for the aggression therapy later on and they were excited about it. they were also told how indestructible the dummy was and were encouraged to wear skinny heels to try their best to damage the dummy... something about a door prize for whoever could inflict the most damage on the dummy doormat.

the group that donna heard coming toward her consisted of 12 heavy women all wearing sexy heels about 1/4 inch square but different shapes from perfect squares to circles to octagons. donna was in for a unique experience. donna had already relinquished any and all ownership of her body. she had mentally given it over to the large lovely ladies who were about to destroy her mercilessly, not even knowing she was a living person. they would trample and stomp and crush her like she was an inanimate thing only there for that purpose.

the women's laughter increased as they got to the dummy doormat. donna waited with rapt attention. the first woman said, "i'm winning that door prize!" with that she jumped up onto donna's stomach and proceeded to jump up and down without any restraint. donna's body encased in duct tape was a formidable structure. donna noticed that each impact of the heavy woman's feet sent compression waves through her entire body. it was as if each jump turned her consciousness off and then back on. she was literally being killed with each jump and resurrected with every other jump. the woman was determined to destroy the dummy herself. she began to focus all her weight on her heels and tromp up and down the length of donna's body. the heavy woman was especially forceful when she stomped the dummy's head, launching herself into the air and landing on one foot on her heel right in the center of donna's face. donna's encased state prevented her from even being able to turn her face away and so she just lay there fully face up as the woman's heel penetrated her nose and mouth with successive stomps. the woman would then pivot her whole body with her whole body weight, which was considerable, right on the center of donna's face and the kind of pogo hop up and down right there on the same spot. donna knew her face had been destroyed by this. no longer was she the beautiful model that pranced self importantly down the catwalk. now she was a hideous monster. a destroyed body still clinging to life, but not deserving it. she should be dead. she should have been dead long ago. but she was still alive and she was going to stay alive until her body was completely liquidated.

the first heavy woman wore herself out trying to destroy the dummy doormat, but found the doormat to be very durable. "i guess bertha was right about this damn doormat being indestructible!" she said with dismay.

"guess you won't be getting that door prize after all," said another heavy woman in the group.

this angered the heavy woman standing on donna all anew and she began her stomping tirade all over. once she was convinced of her defeat, she turned up her nose, just the way donna had done on the catwalk, pivoted on her heel in donna's face and walked into the auditorium.

donna vaguely recalled her college physics class talking about schroedinger's cat, a thought experiment involving a cat whose life or death was linked to a quantum process that remained uncertain until measured. she remembered something about the cat being neither alive nor dead and both alive and dead until somebody looked in the box to see. then when the person looked in the box, the cat would become either alive or dead at that moment. donna knew that she would be half alive and half dead until this duct tape wrapping were somehow removed and then she would be dead for sure. donna wanted to stay wrapped up forever. she wanted to be half alive and half dead forever. she enjoyed this new metaphysical state of constant suffering and pain with no possible relief. she remembered sunday school from when she was a little girl and thought, this must be what hell is really like, indeed this must be hell... a state of being where pain and damage continue to come, but death never releases you.

by the time the first woman had finished her tirade on donna's body, a crowd of women about 24 or 25 had backed up at the door. the women filed in one by one, each tromping heavily on donna, the majority wiping their feet thoroughly before stepping off of her. some of the women doubled up on her with one on her stomach and one on her face, both wiping their feet at the same time. as more and more women arrived, the second door was opened and donna always had two or three women on her at one time wiping their feet and laughing at the absurdity of the dummy doormat. one woman said, "can you imagine if someone was actually in there?"

another woman who was just finishing wiping her feet on the dummy's face said, "if that someone had ever been alive, she certainly isn't alive now, not with all us heavy ladies trampling her with all our weight." and she added with a shudder, "and especially not with us all wearing these killer high heels. she would look like swiss cheese right about now and there would have to be some blood leaking out somewhere."

the first woman who commented now said, "yeah, no blood. must be just a dummy." and she jumped up and down a few times letting all her fleshy folds undulate with the up and down motion of her body, coming down heavily each time with her heels on donna's lower abdomen and pelvic area. in fact her heel more than once thrust itself into donna's now jelly-like vagina and donna felt a new sensation... a building to orgasm. with the woman's final landing her heel buried itself deeply into donna's vagina and donna had the most intense orgasm of her life.

now totally spent from the orgasm, donna reached a new level of resignation. it's as if the very atoms in her body now accepted the incessant steps of the heavy stampede. for another hour this stampede of heavy ladies went on without stopping and donna relished the pain and pleasure of her predicament. donna turned her thoughts to the four women who had acted in righteous indignation and put her here. and now she worshiped them. they were goddesses to her and she recalled every detail of them... their faces and their weight. she recalled the way each of them smiled at her and scowled at her. she recalled the feeling of their warm asses suffocating and crushing her. she recalled the taste of their urine and the warmth of that urine on her cold body. she recalled the water torture and the wonderfully foul smell of bertha's fart. she relished all these memories and she worshiped the heavy ladies with all her heart. she was now genuinely grateful to them for having forced her into this state of ultimate suffering and ultimate bliss.

then silence. donna at first thought she had died, but then she heard the double doors open and heard the familiar voices of bertha and patty, the two who had originally encased her in duct tape.

"wonder if she is still alive now," said patty with a malicious smirk.

"doesn't really matter," said bertha matter-of-factly. "we still have an aggression therapy and we have the dancing after we eat, so let's get this dummy inside."

with that the two ladies lifted the dummy and carried it into the large auditorium. the ladies had already formed several smaller circles of chairs and were talking with each other about their personal stresses. most of them listed skinny people looking down on them as the source of most of their personal stress.

bertha yelled, "who wants the dummy mummy first?"

the woman who had been unable to win her door prize by destroying the dummy doormat just walked up and took donna's body from bertha and patty. she walked back toward her group dragging donna behind her.

bertha yelled again, "we have decided to name her donna so we don't have to keep saying silly phrases like dummy mummy."

the woman who was dragging donna stopped in her tracks. her name was donna too and this added insult to injury that the dummy had survived her earlier attempts to destroy it and now had even stolen her name. she huffed and finished dragging donna to her group. she was now more determined than ever to destroy the dummy.

bertha finished her announcement with, "each group only has 30 minutes with the donna so every group can get a turn."

there were about 5 groups of 20 so that meant the aggression session would last about 2 1/2 hours. when the angry woman reached her group she unceremoniously dropped donna's body in the center of the circle and said, "get her girls!"

the group sprang into action with heavy donna now at the center trampling dummy donna for all she was worth. each woman was yelling her own personal curses at the donna dummy as they all penetrated donna's willing body with barage after barage of stomps and jumps and twists and grinds. at the end of their 30 minutes, the women's aggression was all spent, but the dummy remained. and heavy donna added one last punctuation to her dismay by stomping hard on the dummy's crotch with her heel. the heel penetrated the tape and heavy donna actually got blood on her high heel. but no one noticed because her heels were already blood red. if heavy donna had only known that she was the one who struck the blow at dummy donna's achilles heel, she would have been ecstatic with satisfaction.

donna felt the puncture. she knew that as long as her tape encasement held up she would be alive. now she felt that her end was near and she wanted to push it back so she could get more abuse. she willed with all her will to stay alive through the barage from the other 4 groups. and stay alive she did, but just barely. some of the groups noticed that blood was leaking from the dummy's vaginal area, but they all just laughed it off. some would say, "that bertha thinks of everything!" others would say, "look donna's on her period!" and just laugh uproariously and continue stomping.

donna was somewhat deflated by the end of the aggression therapy and the four ladies noticed.

"looks like donna's had it after that round," chimed brenda.

"yeah!" came melanie in agreement.

"hey!" said patty abruptly. "let's put her by the buffet tables so all our guests can trample her while they get their food."

"what a marvelous idea," chimed bertha.

with that patty and bertha laid donna's mummy parallel to the buffet tables as a marker of where the line should begin and then they made their announcement. the diners all lined up starting at donna's body and stepped up onto her. they all filed slowly over her as they were making their buffet selections. she would have at least three at a time on her, crushing her flat, literally flat as they talked to each other and filled their plates with food.

donna was mush now. every step sank through her body to the floor. all her internal organs were more or less crushed, but somehow they were still working enough to keep her alive. donna thought how these lovely heavy women were only going to make themselves even heavier by eating. donna couldn't wait to feel their increased weight when they all started dancing on her.

somewhere along the line heavy donna, who had been so determined to win the door prize, came along and snorted in disgust. she was her usual violent self as she harshly tromped on the dummy with her weight mostly on her heels. she again stood with her heel in the center of donna's face and all her weight focused on the heel. she began to twist and grind her heel as she looked down maliciously at donna's imploded head. then the line moved on and it was just more of the same as other diners stepped onto and off of donna's supine body.

once all the diners had gotten their food and taken their seats, bertha announced a new test for the skinny dummy. they rolled out a wooden platform which consisted of two planes of wood about 7' x 7'. she and melanie locked the wheels and lifted the top plane of wood while patty and brenda brought donna over to the platform and placed her body directly in the center of the bottom plane of wood. bertha and melanie lowered the top plane of wood down onto donna's body. the wood was kept level by four posts, one on each corner. the top pane had a corresponding notch cut out of each corner so that at each corner it fit snuggly with the posts. patty then brought over a stair to make it easy for the diners to get up on the platform.

"first," bertha yelled, "we are going to put chairs on top of the platform. anyone who wants to may sit and relax and eat while crushing donna. so anyone who wants to crush donna can come up now."

there were far more volunteers than space on the 49 foot square platform. it was filled in a matter of minutes with large ladies and their chairs and their food. as each woman climed onto the platform with her chair, the platform would sink a little more. donna could feel her body being compressed uniformly. somehow they managed to fit 30 seated women on the platform. at an average of 300 lbs. each, the total weight on donna was over 9,000 lbs, and each woman was adding to her weight by eating lots of food.

the four original ladies looked at the side of the platform. they could see only about a one inch space between the top and bottom platform. donna was crushed completely flat. the heavy ladies all enjoyed their meals and sat and ate and chatted for a long time. there was no shortage of comments about donna in their conversations. they would reflect on how fun it was to wipe their feet on her, or how empowering it was to take out their anger on her. from somewhere above donna heard the muffled conversations. but she was slipping. she could feel herself leaking badly now with all this pressure on her. but she was determined to last to the end.

finally after all the women had finished eating, the dance began. the chairs were removed and more women now climbed onto the platform. now there were about 40 women shoulder to shoulder dancing on the platform for a combined total of about 12,000 lbs. the four original women watched in amazement as the one inch space became 1/2 inch. they watched as 40 heavy women in sexy high heels all danced and swayed back and forth to the music. when the tempo of the music picked up the group dancing on donna became more lively and the platform now undulated from 1/2 inch to 1/4 inch above the bottom platform. donna could hear the sound of 80 high heels striking the board above her at different times. and she could feel each strike resonate through her now liquid form. donna was almost gone and the dance was almost over.

the four original heavy ladies now mused amongst themselves at how durable donna had been.

"i never expected that skinny little bitch to last this long!" said patty contemptuously.

"she has to be dead by now. no one can survive being a quarter inch thick," bertha offered.

"well if she still is somehow alive, let's go ahead and put her out of her misery," chimed melanie.

"let's go," said brenda, "one last dance on donna."

with that the four ladies climbed onto the platform and squeezed into the crowd until they were at the center of the platform just above donna's body. donna could hear them laughing and talking directly above her. she could feel their familiar weight added to all the rest. and as they stomped and jumped and danced joyously above her, donna gave up the only thing she had left and she was crushed completely flat now. donna's last thought as she gave up the ghost was how happy she was that she had served to make so many glorious heavy women happy. there was no space between the top wooden plane and the bottom one. donna was now gone and her liquid essence leaked from her duct tape encasement to paint both boards. some of her blood even leaked out the sides of the two boards, but never did a drop hit the floor. donna's whole body, indeed her whole being, had been liquified beneath the feet of these glorious heavy women who had finally taught her her proper place... squished beneath their lovely feet with all their heavy weight crushing down upon her worthless, skinny body.

[panostsakas]

Very nice!! i like trampling to death by evil women! i would love it more if the fat girls stomped many girls to death and not take 2 chapters for only one but overall i liked it.Will you write more stories?

[Skidplate1]

That would make a great video! :hornydevil: