Donkey
09-29-2004, 2:25 AM
Just as Cyndi had said ‘nightmare’, there was another flash of light. I lifted my head up off the ground, waiting for my eyes to adjust again. What slowly came in to view horrified me. My heart was trying to escape out of my chest as I felt a warm sensation down between my legs as I simultaneously shat and pissed myself. I lay paralysed, looking but not believing what was before me. Eventually my head fell back on to the hard tarmac. The high ringing sound that had suddenly filled my ears subsided to a noise, a hubbub of excited female chatter, coming from the crowd. I could see they had all dressed especially for ‘the occasion’ – sumptuous furs, lingerie, jewellery, designer dresses with expensive high-heeled shoes and boots, leather and even rubber. There sat ladies young and old, all looking good and waiting for the ‘show’ to start; not one apparently concerned at my fate but waiting to relish at it…
Cyndi’s voice boomed over the speakers again, “Let me introduce your ‘executioners’.” she said with sadistic glee. I couldn’t believe it – she really wanted rid of me! She continued. “… namely THIS!” she announced theatrically, pointing down upon from what she stood upon. I looked up. About two hundred yards from my pathetic, naked and prone body was the most MASSIVE roadroller I had ever seen. Standing on top of it (and looking every bit the ‘Magnificent Domina’), legs wide with hands on her hips, was Cyndi. She was not looking down at me but straight in front of her – head raised like a Superior Queen surveying all that she owned before her. Well, I guess she DID own me now, and so this was to be my fate.
I heard a deep roar as the engine started. Realising now this was no prank but the monster machine in front of me, my fear returned swiftly as I threw up, much to the amusement of the crowd. My GOD!!! The front roller must have been the same height as me standing. if not taller. Two gigantic tyres at the back pushed this huge drum with a massive engine on top of these. It was the sort of machine you see on road building sites – you know - designed to flatten hundreds of tonnes of earth! ‘If this was real it will make mincemeat out of me.’ I thought to myself. Nice choice, thanks Cyndi. I swallowed hard as once again (and for the last time) I prayed this was just a SICK prank.
The voice, again.. “Let me introduce my ‘partner-in-crime’ and fellow executioner..”(Laughter from the crowd.) My mother, TINA!” Oh my God!! Sat lying back in the drivers seat, there was Tina as I had never seen her, in a short black skirt and high black heels with a top I could almost see through. She smiled at the applause of the crowd. ‘What a nice show’ I despaired to myself. “Can I just say. “ said Tina into Cyndi’s mic, as if this were a Wedding speech, “ this has been planned for quiet some time and I appreciate you all showing up tonight – I know I wouldn’t of missed this for the world.” I couldn’t believe this. “And I get to drive over that WORM over there that DARES to call himself my son-in-law!!” Huge laughter from the crowd. “ Feel free to jump on board girls, the more IT is SQUISHED, the better “ Both mother and daughter giggle excitedly, their ‘show’ was going down so well! “Lets ROLL!” This was it; Tina shifted the giant into gear and pressed down on the gas. I felt the ground physically shake as the huge roller inched its way across the tarmac towards me. Cyndi continued her talk to the crowd, not unlike those holiday ‘reps’ you get on coach tours. By the time the machine had started rumbling forward, it had about twenty-two high-heeled passengers on board, all vying for a view of the proceedings, but careful not to obstruct the two main instigators, or should that be executioners.
Cyndi’s voice boomed over the speakers again, “Let me introduce your ‘executioners’.” she said with sadistic glee. I couldn’t believe it – she really wanted rid of me! She continued. “… namely THIS!” she announced theatrically, pointing down upon from what she stood upon. I looked up. About two hundred yards from my pathetic, naked and prone body was the most MASSIVE roadroller I had ever seen. Standing on top of it (and looking every bit the ‘Magnificent Domina’), legs wide with hands on her hips, was Cyndi. She was not looking down at me but straight in front of her – head raised like a Superior Queen surveying all that she owned before her. Well, I guess she DID own me now, and so this was to be my fate.
I heard a deep roar as the engine started. Realising now this was no prank but the monster machine in front of me, my fear returned swiftly as I threw up, much to the amusement of the crowd. My GOD!!! The front roller must have been the same height as me standing. if not taller. Two gigantic tyres at the back pushed this huge drum with a massive engine on top of these. It was the sort of machine you see on road building sites – you know - designed to flatten hundreds of tonnes of earth! ‘If this was real it will make mincemeat out of me.’ I thought to myself. Nice choice, thanks Cyndi. I swallowed hard as once again (and for the last time) I prayed this was just a SICK prank.
The voice, again.. “Let me introduce my ‘partner-in-crime’ and fellow executioner..”(Laughter from the crowd.) My mother, TINA!” Oh my God!! Sat lying back in the drivers seat, there was Tina as I had never seen her, in a short black skirt and high black heels with a top I could almost see through. She smiled at the applause of the crowd. ‘What a nice show’ I despaired to myself. “Can I just say. “ said Tina into Cyndi’s mic, as if this were a Wedding speech, “ this has been planned for quiet some time and I appreciate you all showing up tonight – I know I wouldn’t of missed this for the world.” I couldn’t believe this. “And I get to drive over that WORM over there that DARES to call himself my son-in-law!!” Huge laughter from the crowd. “ Feel free to jump on board girls, the more IT is SQUISHED, the better “ Both mother and daughter giggle excitedly, their ‘show’ was going down so well! “Lets ROLL!” This was it; Tina shifted the giant into gear and pressed down on the gas. I felt the ground physically shake as the huge roller inched its way across the tarmac towards me. Cyndi continued her talk to the crowd, not unlike those holiday ‘reps’ you get on coach tours. By the time the machine had started rumbling forward, it had about twenty-two high-heeled passengers on board, all vying for a view of the proceedings, but careful not to obstruct the two main instigators, or should that be executioners.