squeezemeflat
06-15-2010, 3:50 PM
I just happened to pass by a construction site a few days ago to witness a very interesting maneuvre that made my fantasies going...
There was an excavator with a pivoted subframe. The driver pushed down the shovel onto the ground and lifted the two front wheels off the ground to a height of approximately 10 to 15 inches. Then he turned the subframe beneath to get a 90 degree turn in a narrow space.
It made me think of new crushing possibilities... What about a sadistic killer woman who likes to crush her victims behind the steering wheel of such a vehicle...
Gregory finds himself tied down to the ground, slowly awakening from the drugs she had put into his drink... She's towering over him with her gorgeous body, standing a tall 5'11", being even taller in her stiletto high heels, clad in a dark catsuit that accentuates her curves. She has strong legs, her muscles flexing while she is standing and looking down at his miserable form. Her black hair is falling down onto her shoulders but she hides her beautiful eyes behind sunglasses. This man is not worth looking into her eyes. He cannot even comprehend what is going to happen to him. He tries to struggle against his tight bonds. Those men are the pest. Like cockroaches. And he's gonna end like one. Crushed to paste with the power of her feet and hands. A wicked smile lightens upon her face...
"Ah, here we are, Gregory! Wake again... That's good... "
The adressed man looks up to her, obviously quite confused.
"What the hell... What did you do to me? Is that like a game?"
Susan chuckles.
"Oh yeah, my dear...You could call it a game. But I think you won't like the game..."
She steps onto his crotch with her right foot, slowly transferring her weight onto her leather high heel shoe. Gregory feels his privates getting compressed and clenches his teeth.
"Arrghhh.. you're hurting me..." he utters with a distorted voice.
"Oh, do I? I'm so sorry...You know, men like you have hurt me so much it's now time you all get to know where your place is. Right there, under me in the dust." She made her point by stepping on him full weight. His body jerked against his bonds.
"But that's not all...No... Men like you have to to be exterminated... Like bugs... Crushed like bugs...! Are you terrified now? You should... I love to see the terror in your eyes like I have seen it in the eyes of all my victims..." Susan steps down from him.
"You see, I have developed a lot of different methods to crush men like you and I have a whole bunch of crush toys. Of course the weight of my body is not enough to crush someone to death, but my body is controlling the means and machines to crush... It all started with my husband... He was looking for something in our garage when I came back with my SUV. I stopped briefly in the driveway. He hadn't noticed me. That was my chance. I pressed down onto the accelerator and sped up the heavy car into the garage. He only managed to turn around to look into my eyes before I had pinned him against the wall... He screamed and tried to push the car... Hilarious! You cannot push away a 6,000 lbs car driven by 280 hp and a woman who is fully determined to get rid off a man that had abused and beaten her for years! All the power at the tip of my foot... this man finally at my mercy... I played with brake and accelerator... He couldn't escape anyway... Oh how I loved this feeling! Seeing his reddened face and bulging eyes... His desperate efforts to stop me... to cling to his life that was going to squeezed out of his body... It was so easy! And the pleasure was so intense I had to do it again and again. I used different heavy cars to crush men against walls or to run over them. Then I tried heavier machines, busses... Once I had a steamroller, that was fun! Two guys ended up in a car compactor... And I love to do it slowly... because I enjoy every second the man suffers under my pressure.."
Gregory stayed totally silent. He was full of disbelief. That couldn't be true! That couldn't be real...
"Today I'm gonna try a new maneuvre... I'll call it 'Sword of Damocles'..." Susan giggles. "May I introduce you to my newest crush toy, my excavator Emma!"
She steps to the side and Gregory lifts his head to see the huge machine. He hadn't noticed it before...
"It's a John Deere 180C W with pivoted subframe and four twin tires. Its weight is about 40,000 lbs... without driver! I bet that could leave you fairly flat on the ground!"
Susan laughs and turns around. She heads towards the driver's cabin and her high heel shoes make a crunching noise on the gravel. Gregory is still a little numb from the drugs but he slowly realizes his situation. This nightmare won't end! Desperately he struggles with the bonds but to no avail. He is tied down firmly, spread-eagled. He watches her mounting the steps to the cabin, opening the door, taking her seat behind the controls. The machine comes to life, the engine roars.
"Hey Gregory!" Susan's voice booms over the place.
"Are you surprised to hear me? It's a little special feature... I have a loudspeaker attached to my crush baby and also several cameras to the frame... So I can see everything around and under my wheels... hahaha!"
Gregery's chest is filled with a pounding heart and panic as the beast slowly approaches him. A shadow falls over him - the hydraulic boom with the shovel crashes down right next to him and makes the ground shudder.
"Sorry my dear... Did I terrify you? I am still learning with the controls..." Susan giggles.
"Ready for a little demonstration? See that steel barrel here?"
Greg lifts his head again. Looking down his legs he sees the huge excavator towering only a few yards away. The shovel pressed down to the ground right of his body. Between him and Susan in her crushing Emma an empty steel barrel lying on its side. Suddenly the excavator jerks. Hydraulic works. The hydraulic arm of the shovel lifts the front of the excavator slowly. The two twin wheels lift off the ground, 10 inches, 20 inches, 30 inches... Susan looks very concentrated manipulating the controls. Then the subframe starts turning under the chassis... The two twin wheels hover through the air until the left pair of wheels is just over the steel barrel. Still about five inches space between the barrel and the wheel.
"See the sense now of my 'Sword of Damocles'?"
Another jerk and the excavator starts its downward move. The twin wheels touch the surface of the steel barrel. Gravel crunches beneath the barrel and the steel makes queaking noises.
"Now, that must be an awesome experience for the barrel... But soon you will find out yourself!"
Susan laughs. She plays with the controls. The excavator lifts, and descends again. The barrel slowly deforms under the wheels like it was tin foil. Without mercy the weight compresses the barrel to a height of about 15 inches. Then the excavator crashes down all of a sudden - Susan has lifted the shovel abruptly and the barrel is completely flattened. But what was that? Some red liquid squirted out of a crack in the barrel...
"Ooops... I think there was still someone in the barrel..." Susan's voice booms over the speaker. "Can it be I have forgotten to take him out...?" She giggles.
Gregory is horrified. His heart is chasing, sweat is running from his forehead and still he feels an ice-cold shudder. The excavator is rolling towards him. One of the twin wheels runs along the side of his body, nearly touching him. It comes to a stop just next to his hips.
"Oh I can see you, my dear! I have your trembling frame on my screen..." comes her voice from above.
Then the wheels lift, they rise high into the air, until the wheels are about 20 inches above his body. He sees the twin wheels moving horizontically. Stopping right over his crotch... These wheels just crushed a steel barrel and obviously a man that was inside... And he is now lying beneath those wheels, totally helpless and without any protection! Even if that cruel bitch would not want to kill him, one wrong move at the controls or a failure in the hydraulic pressure lines, and tons of weight would come crashing down onto his body! Slowly the wheels start its descend... 15 inches... 10 inches... He smells the rubber, the steel, the oil... He sees the big tread of the tyres... Merely five inches away from his stomach. The downward movement stops about an inch from his body... He takes a deep breath and his rising stomach touches the cold rubber... He is shocked! He continues breathing very shallow, like trying not to touch the wheels would save him from his fate...
"Now, how does it feel, being in the position of the barrel? 'Sword of the Damocles', or should I say 'Wheels of the Damocles'?" He hears her evil laughter.
"Once I started with a 6,000 lbs car, right now I have the power over 40,000 lbs of crushing weight! Can you even imagine how much this is? What it feels like to get slowly crushed to death under such an amount of weight that is moving down onto your body without any mercy?"
A little jerk and the wheel descends another two inches. Now Gregory is firmly pinned under the wheel. He closes his eyes. Nothing happens.
"Oh my dear, looks like you're pinned!" The last sentence is nearly whispered into his ear... He opens his eyes and is surprised to see her kneeling next to him. She is working at his bonds... Is she really untieing him? "See, now that you are firmly pinned under the wheel we don't need the ties any more... It's more arousing for me to see you fight under the weight... Like my husband tried to push against my car... I want to see you try to push 40,000 lbs off from your body... Hahahaha!" With that she unties his last bond. He tries to grip her ankle to hold her but she is quicker. "That was a bad move!" she hisses angrily jumping up to her feet out of his reach.
"Wanted to hold me back?! What for? You cannot escape! You only signed in for a prolongued torture now! If you had been nice I would have had mercy on you and crush you quickly, but now I'm going to do it as slowly as possible!"
She turns around and stomps the gravel with her high heels. He only sees her feet and lower legs trampling back to the driver's cabin while the rest of his view is blocked by the frame of the excavator. He hears her climbing the steps... Desperately he tries to pull himself free from under the wheels. He pushes his hands against the tyres with all his strength, making use of his regained freedom of legs and arms. But to no avail. The twin tyres have him in their grip, they won't give him free.... He hears Susan slamming the door.... And the pressure increases... His vision gets blurred and he can hardly breathe. It's like a reflex that he pushes with all his might against the tyres although he exactly knows he cannot stop 40,000 lbs at the control of a sadistic woman....
Susan looks at the monitor... She leans back in the comfortable seat and starts to touch herself. She knew it would be a good idea to untie him... She gets so aroused at seeing him pushing against the wheels... Enough pressure to make him suffer but not enough to make him die soon... His face turned into a grimace... What a thrill... to imagine his terror...
"Hey Gregory, how are you doing down there? Are you comfy? Well, I am... I could sit here for hours and watch your futile efforts... Hahaha! And don't forget, I could end your struggles anytime! You don't know when this will happen but you can be sure it WILL happen, all 40,000 lbs crushing you to paste! Maybe next minute, maybe in two hours, maybe I leave you there for the night and come back tomorrow!"
Oh yes, why not having him pinned there for the night? Maybe she could come back with Nicole and show her... She always wanted to introduce her best girl-friend to her crushing games, and maybe they could have a good time together in the driver's cabin while Gregory is fighting for his life...
SQUEEZEMEFLAT
There was an excavator with a pivoted subframe. The driver pushed down the shovel onto the ground and lifted the two front wheels off the ground to a height of approximately 10 to 15 inches. Then he turned the subframe beneath to get a 90 degree turn in a narrow space.
It made me think of new crushing possibilities... What about a sadistic killer woman who likes to crush her victims behind the steering wheel of such a vehicle...
Gregory finds himself tied down to the ground, slowly awakening from the drugs she had put into his drink... She's towering over him with her gorgeous body, standing a tall 5'11", being even taller in her stiletto high heels, clad in a dark catsuit that accentuates her curves. She has strong legs, her muscles flexing while she is standing and looking down at his miserable form. Her black hair is falling down onto her shoulders but she hides her beautiful eyes behind sunglasses. This man is not worth looking into her eyes. He cannot even comprehend what is going to happen to him. He tries to struggle against his tight bonds. Those men are the pest. Like cockroaches. And he's gonna end like one. Crushed to paste with the power of her feet and hands. A wicked smile lightens upon her face...
"Ah, here we are, Gregory! Wake again... That's good... "
The adressed man looks up to her, obviously quite confused.
"What the hell... What did you do to me? Is that like a game?"
Susan chuckles.
"Oh yeah, my dear...You could call it a game. But I think you won't like the game..."
She steps onto his crotch with her right foot, slowly transferring her weight onto her leather high heel shoe. Gregory feels his privates getting compressed and clenches his teeth.
"Arrghhh.. you're hurting me..." he utters with a distorted voice.
"Oh, do I? I'm so sorry...You know, men like you have hurt me so much it's now time you all get to know where your place is. Right there, under me in the dust." She made her point by stepping on him full weight. His body jerked against his bonds.
"But that's not all...No... Men like you have to to be exterminated... Like bugs... Crushed like bugs...! Are you terrified now? You should... I love to see the terror in your eyes like I have seen it in the eyes of all my victims..." Susan steps down from him.
"You see, I have developed a lot of different methods to crush men like you and I have a whole bunch of crush toys. Of course the weight of my body is not enough to crush someone to death, but my body is controlling the means and machines to crush... It all started with my husband... He was looking for something in our garage when I came back with my SUV. I stopped briefly in the driveway. He hadn't noticed me. That was my chance. I pressed down onto the accelerator and sped up the heavy car into the garage. He only managed to turn around to look into my eyes before I had pinned him against the wall... He screamed and tried to push the car... Hilarious! You cannot push away a 6,000 lbs car driven by 280 hp and a woman who is fully determined to get rid off a man that had abused and beaten her for years! All the power at the tip of my foot... this man finally at my mercy... I played with brake and accelerator... He couldn't escape anyway... Oh how I loved this feeling! Seeing his reddened face and bulging eyes... His desperate efforts to stop me... to cling to his life that was going to squeezed out of his body... It was so easy! And the pleasure was so intense I had to do it again and again. I used different heavy cars to crush men against walls or to run over them. Then I tried heavier machines, busses... Once I had a steamroller, that was fun! Two guys ended up in a car compactor... And I love to do it slowly... because I enjoy every second the man suffers under my pressure.."
Gregory stayed totally silent. He was full of disbelief. That couldn't be true! That couldn't be real...
"Today I'm gonna try a new maneuvre... I'll call it 'Sword of Damocles'..." Susan giggles. "May I introduce you to my newest crush toy, my excavator Emma!"
She steps to the side and Gregory lifts his head to see the huge machine. He hadn't noticed it before...
"It's a John Deere 180C W with pivoted subframe and four twin tires. Its weight is about 40,000 lbs... without driver! I bet that could leave you fairly flat on the ground!"
Susan laughs and turns around. She heads towards the driver's cabin and her high heel shoes make a crunching noise on the gravel. Gregory is still a little numb from the drugs but he slowly realizes his situation. This nightmare won't end! Desperately he struggles with the bonds but to no avail. He is tied down firmly, spread-eagled. He watches her mounting the steps to the cabin, opening the door, taking her seat behind the controls. The machine comes to life, the engine roars.
"Hey Gregory!" Susan's voice booms over the place.
"Are you surprised to hear me? It's a little special feature... I have a loudspeaker attached to my crush baby and also several cameras to the frame... So I can see everything around and under my wheels... hahaha!"
Gregery's chest is filled with a pounding heart and panic as the beast slowly approaches him. A shadow falls over him - the hydraulic boom with the shovel crashes down right next to him and makes the ground shudder.
"Sorry my dear... Did I terrify you? I am still learning with the controls..." Susan giggles.
"Ready for a little demonstration? See that steel barrel here?"
Greg lifts his head again. Looking down his legs he sees the huge excavator towering only a few yards away. The shovel pressed down to the ground right of his body. Between him and Susan in her crushing Emma an empty steel barrel lying on its side. Suddenly the excavator jerks. Hydraulic works. The hydraulic arm of the shovel lifts the front of the excavator slowly. The two twin wheels lift off the ground, 10 inches, 20 inches, 30 inches... Susan looks very concentrated manipulating the controls. Then the subframe starts turning under the chassis... The two twin wheels hover through the air until the left pair of wheels is just over the steel barrel. Still about five inches space between the barrel and the wheel.
"See the sense now of my 'Sword of Damocles'?"
Another jerk and the excavator starts its downward move. The twin wheels touch the surface of the steel barrel. Gravel crunches beneath the barrel and the steel makes queaking noises.
"Now, that must be an awesome experience for the barrel... But soon you will find out yourself!"
Susan laughs. She plays with the controls. The excavator lifts, and descends again. The barrel slowly deforms under the wheels like it was tin foil. Without mercy the weight compresses the barrel to a height of about 15 inches. Then the excavator crashes down all of a sudden - Susan has lifted the shovel abruptly and the barrel is completely flattened. But what was that? Some red liquid squirted out of a crack in the barrel...
"Ooops... I think there was still someone in the barrel..." Susan's voice booms over the speaker. "Can it be I have forgotten to take him out...?" She giggles.
Gregory is horrified. His heart is chasing, sweat is running from his forehead and still he feels an ice-cold shudder. The excavator is rolling towards him. One of the twin wheels runs along the side of his body, nearly touching him. It comes to a stop just next to his hips.
"Oh I can see you, my dear! I have your trembling frame on my screen..." comes her voice from above.
Then the wheels lift, they rise high into the air, until the wheels are about 20 inches above his body. He sees the twin wheels moving horizontically. Stopping right over his crotch... These wheels just crushed a steel barrel and obviously a man that was inside... And he is now lying beneath those wheels, totally helpless and without any protection! Even if that cruel bitch would not want to kill him, one wrong move at the controls or a failure in the hydraulic pressure lines, and tons of weight would come crashing down onto his body! Slowly the wheels start its descend... 15 inches... 10 inches... He smells the rubber, the steel, the oil... He sees the big tread of the tyres... Merely five inches away from his stomach. The downward movement stops about an inch from his body... He takes a deep breath and his rising stomach touches the cold rubber... He is shocked! He continues breathing very shallow, like trying not to touch the wheels would save him from his fate...
"Now, how does it feel, being in the position of the barrel? 'Sword of the Damocles', or should I say 'Wheels of the Damocles'?" He hears her evil laughter.
"Once I started with a 6,000 lbs car, right now I have the power over 40,000 lbs of crushing weight! Can you even imagine how much this is? What it feels like to get slowly crushed to death under such an amount of weight that is moving down onto your body without any mercy?"
A little jerk and the wheel descends another two inches. Now Gregory is firmly pinned under the wheel. He closes his eyes. Nothing happens.
"Oh my dear, looks like you're pinned!" The last sentence is nearly whispered into his ear... He opens his eyes and is surprised to see her kneeling next to him. She is working at his bonds... Is she really untieing him? "See, now that you are firmly pinned under the wheel we don't need the ties any more... It's more arousing for me to see you fight under the weight... Like my husband tried to push against my car... I want to see you try to push 40,000 lbs off from your body... Hahahaha!" With that she unties his last bond. He tries to grip her ankle to hold her but she is quicker. "That was a bad move!" she hisses angrily jumping up to her feet out of his reach.
"Wanted to hold me back?! What for? You cannot escape! You only signed in for a prolongued torture now! If you had been nice I would have had mercy on you and crush you quickly, but now I'm going to do it as slowly as possible!"
She turns around and stomps the gravel with her high heels. He only sees her feet and lower legs trampling back to the driver's cabin while the rest of his view is blocked by the frame of the excavator. He hears her climbing the steps... Desperately he tries to pull himself free from under the wheels. He pushes his hands against the tyres with all his strength, making use of his regained freedom of legs and arms. But to no avail. The twin tyres have him in their grip, they won't give him free.... He hears Susan slamming the door.... And the pressure increases... His vision gets blurred and he can hardly breathe. It's like a reflex that he pushes with all his might against the tyres although he exactly knows he cannot stop 40,000 lbs at the control of a sadistic woman....
Susan looks at the monitor... She leans back in the comfortable seat and starts to touch herself. She knew it would be a good idea to untie him... She gets so aroused at seeing him pushing against the wheels... Enough pressure to make him suffer but not enough to make him die soon... His face turned into a grimace... What a thrill... to imagine his terror...
"Hey Gregory, how are you doing down there? Are you comfy? Well, I am... I could sit here for hours and watch your futile efforts... Hahaha! And don't forget, I could end your struggles anytime! You don't know when this will happen but you can be sure it WILL happen, all 40,000 lbs crushing you to paste! Maybe next minute, maybe in two hours, maybe I leave you there for the night and come back tomorrow!"
Oh yes, why not having him pinned there for the night? Maybe she could come back with Nicole and show her... She always wanted to introduce her best girl-friend to her crushing games, and maybe they could have a good time together in the driver's cabin while Gregory is fighting for his life...
SQUEEZEMEFLAT