CRUEL CRUSHING (Fiction story Trample FS Crush)

[squeezemeflat]

I have just recently translated and edited a story which I found some years ago in a German story board. It was originally written by an author named "Fancrush" and the original title was "Grausamer Krieg". It was a thrilling and exciting story for anyone who's in for weight and crush fetish. Only it was in German and pretty short. I have now written an extended version in English.
It contains elements of high heel trampling, butt drops, chest sitting, face sitting, violent squashing and crushing.



CRUEL CRUSHING

Edited translation from a story from „Fancrush“


PART ONE

It was a wonderful summer morning. I woke up early and had time enough for a little run through the nearby forest before going to work. The weather was perfect. I started from my house in a little village and reached the edge of the forest after a few minutes. Without hesitation I entered the dark woods and was immediately surrounded by cool and humid air. Refreshing as the day promised to be another very hot day. I wasn't afraid as I knew the forest very well. At least I thought so...

After a few hundred yards I decided to take a path I never took before. Till today I don't know why I did it. The path changed its direction several times and the woods got denser and denser. I thought about turning back as I was about to loose my orientation, but suddenly I heard some faint voices from the distance. They grew louder as I kept on running. I slowed my pace and standing quiet I listened carefully. Maybe some forestry workers?
I started running again in a slow pace, trying to find the direction of the voices. I couldn't see anything as the forest was too densely overgrown. I paused shortly but my curiosity was stronger than my fear and I made my way through the woods. Two minutes later I reached a clearing with a little hill. Getting closer to the hill I realized the hill was an old bunker obviously from World War II, partly hidden under a layer of grass.

The voices were gone and the whole setting gave me the creeps but nevertheless I went on to satisfy my curiosity. The intrance to the bunker was through a heavy and rusty door made from steel. The door wasn't closed... Behind the door there was a staircase leading downwards. Light was coming up from downstairs. Shivering I took the ten or twelve steps, carefully one by one to avoid making any noise. What the hell was I doing here? As I reached the bottom of the stairs I found myself at the entrance to a corridor maybe 30 yards long. The end of the corridor was hard to recognize in the dim light. The only light came from a window about eight yards away from the stairs. To remain unseen I kept close to the wall and intended to crawl beneath the window. But suddenly I heard a strange noise coming obviously from the room behind the window. I approached the window and looked carefully around the corner and through the window... Just to become a witness of a scene I had never seen before and that makes me tremble to this very day.

[to be continued]

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PART TWO

The room was a big cellar of about 30 by 30 feet. Opposite of the window there was a door. No furniture was in the room except a kind of pedestal at the wall next to the door. It was illuminated by several spots. Three cameras were mounted on tripods. And the room was filled with about 15 women, all of them tall beauties in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties. They had all sexy outfits, most of them were clad in black, some had tight fitting leather suits, some wore tight jeans, all had high heeled leather shoes or boots. They stood side by side in a group, facing away from me. They were chatting in a low tone and seemed to prepare themselves for something.
Suddenly a jerk went through the group. The door opened and three other beauties entered, a pale and frightened looking male in their middle. The three women, all three of them at least four to five inches taller than the skinny man, were pushing the helpless man towards the pedestal while the group of women was stomping unisono with their high heel shoes which made a really terrible and intimidating noise. The man stumbled and fell to his knees, he was weeping and begging for mercy but the three women pulled him onto the pedestal and strapped him down on his back, his arms side to side to his body. As he turned his head towards the stomping women I could see his face full of terror.

One of the three women, the tallest of them, I would guess around 6' and 180 lbs the least, stepped onto the pedestal and then onto the man's chest with her black high heel boots. The man jerked and pulled at his tight straps, his face distorted from the obvious pain the heels caused as they sank in deeply into his flesh. The tall brunette simply stood on top of him, looking down and enjoyed her superiority. Then she started speaking to the man. I could hear her talking, but I couldn't understand the words through the closed window. After a while she turned to the women and it looked like she was giving some instructions. While the tall brunette and obvious leader of the group got off from the man the other women queued up in front of the pedestal. One by one they stepped on and stomped and trampled their way from his thighs over his crotch, stomach and chest. Some even stepped onto his face! It was terrible to see this poor being pounded and stomped so mercilessly beneath a never ending train of tall and heavy women. He thrashed around as far as his straps allowed him to, his body got nearly stabbed from the heels and he got bruised over and over. He was bleeding from his lips and his nose that looked deformed like broken. Tears were swelling from his eyes.

[to be continued]

[macrina]

Fantastic work, please more. Thank you very much for a great storie.

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PART THREE

I counted 18 women altogether, none of them shorter than 5'10. And they all looked really heavy. Firm and round butts were all around stretching their jeans, leather trousers or latex skirts. A parade of long and strong legs with pretty curvy calves... and also voluptuous and heavy boobs. The women took three turns to stomp and trample him before they formed three rows of five women in front of the pedestal.

The brunette leader climbed onto the pedestal and gave a short address to the women who clapped their hands to show their agreement. The leading Mistress seemed to call up a lady from the second row. It seemed to me she was the tallest of all. She had long blonde hair and a blue jeans. Her huge butt swayed from left to right while she made her way up to the pedestal. I guess she must have been about 6'4“ and at least 220 or 230 lbs. She straddled the badly beaten man, her brown leather boots on either side of his hips, facing him. She looked down with a malicious grin while the man desperately shook his head. The she jumped into the air, stretched out her legs in front of her and landed with a heavy thud on his stomach. The man gulped with his eyes wide open. That big ass landing heavily with 230 pounds on his bruised body left him without air for some seconds. The big Blonde only laughed at his facial expression. She simply kept sitting on him for a while, wiggling and bouncing her huge butt on his flattened stomach, motivated by the cheering of the group. Then she moved slowly forward until she sat firmly on his chest, which gave him a real hard time breathing. She obviously had her fun with her playtoy. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards her crotch which made all the women start an evil laughter. Finally she let off from his head and moved into a squatting position, shifting her butt right over his face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! She wouldn't sit down on his face, would she?! But she did! I felt such a pity for this poor man, with his bruised face, broken nose, and now a 230 pound butt in tight jeans crushing his skull! The merciless Blonde kept on sitting while the group was counting aloud. After 50 seconds she got up and stepped down from the pedestal, leaving a pulverized man behind who was desperately sucking in air.

[to be continued]

[macrina]

Thank you, i enjoiy it very much. Cant wait for next part. A happy 2011 to you my friend.

[LV2GDWN]

Please continue, it's a good story so far. Thank you. LV:pbbbbblt:

[vallee]

Pretty good
Thanks

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PART FOUR


But the women didn't grant her prey any break. The three leading Mistresses climbed onto the pedestal and worked on a leather padding at the wall just above the pedestal. After a few seconds they tilted the whole padding while stepping down. As they tilted it down I realized it was a thick heavy wooden board attached to the wall with hinges which was now placed on top of the unhappy man. The board had a thick padding attached to its underside, with a thicker padding towards the middle section that was now on top of the man's lower body. Only his head and his feet were sticking out from the big platform. As soon as they had pinned her victim that way the three Mistresses stepped aside and the first row of five women stepped up onto the platform which came down about four inches under the combined weight of the five heavy ladies compressing the padding and the man beneath. They stood in line facing the man, simply standing still while the man was obviously struggling hard against the enourmous pressure on his body. Together with the platform he must have endured a weight well above 900 pounds! They kept him struggling and begging for mercy for at least two minutes, then the second row of women approached the platform, including the tall 230 pound blonde. Those five women didn't step up on at the same time but one after the other, starting with the heavy blonde woman. When she stepped on the man let out a loud groan which made me shudder.

What should I do? Should I intervene? Me alone against 18 brutal and sadistic women? I was shocked but at the same time fascinated by this totally unreal scene...

The ladies waited till the platform had settled down before the next stepped on. It was a time delay of ten to 15 seconds between each lady, and the platform came down more and more. With the tenth woman on top the outer edge of the padding was contacting the pedestal, so the man's body was totally engulfed by the padding. His head, dark-red from the strain, and his jerking feet were the only body parts that remained in sight. The ten women were standing on the platform as to distribute their weight evenly over the whole area. The man must have been compressed under more than two thousand pounds at that time. I was hard to believe he was still breathing. But there was still another row of five women plus the three leading Mistresses!

With the first woman of the last row climbing atop the tortured man was starting to scream in a totally inhuman pitch. The platform had sunk even deeper squeezing the padding out from the side. The pressure on his crotch must have been beyond imagination and I guessed the cushion was flattened that much that the platform started to crush his ribs. As the last of the five women found her spot on the platform his screaming suddenly ceased. He was only opening and closing his mouth without any sound coming from his lips. He simply had no air to produce any sound. His face was dark-red, you could see his venes on his temples and his eyeballs protruding from its sockets from the pressure his body was under. Nearly 3000 pounds of female bodies on his fragile frame put his skeleton to its ultimate limit!

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FINAL PART

The brunette leading Mistress knelt down beside his head and looked into his face with merciless determination. She talked to him but he was too exhausted and too crushed to show any reaction. She made signs to her two fellow Mistresses who both put on their right feet onto the platform. The brunette once more addressed the totally flattened man. With his last effort he shook his head frantically. The brunette gave her two Mistresses a wink with her head and they slowly transferred their weight onto their right feet. Pound for pound they added their weight to the enormous load on the platform, the women next to them helped them getting onto the platform by pulling them up. The man's head and feet were jerking wildly and uncontrolled under the ever increasing pressure until he fell limp with a last jerk. The brunette Mistress still kneeling at his head gave him three hard slaps with her palm to bring him back to consciousness, but only to make him experience alive how she finally got up onto the platform as the last of the 18 women.

This was such a brutal screenplay... and at the same time I was totally awe-struck seeing these 18 Amazon women all standing on one little guy crushing him absolutely flat! I was feeling sick to witness a human being getting crushed to death but at the same time I felt a strange excitement. I would never want to change position with this guy who was tortured in a predicament that first looked like a consent SM game but turned out to be a brutal execution.

Now with all 18 Mistresses on his crushed body, more than 3000 pounds, maybe as much as 3500 pounds, his head and his feet were showing signs of death throes, as the 18 merciless women started to march heavily on place with the whole platform vibrating under the stomping of their high heeled shoes. Some ladies even started jumping which caused blood and other liquids to spray from his wide open mouth and any movement from his body was only caused by the rocking platform on top of him. So his body was totally crushed under the tremendous weight of these 18 mysterious sadistic women. After two minutes of furious stomping and jumping, as the women realized they had fulfilled their task, they remained standing still on the board. In silence they enjoyed the feeling of superiority and their power as a group. For five minutes they simply stood without movement, squeezing any last bit of juice from his crushed body.

When they started to step down, I slowly backed up to the stairs, my heart pounding. What if they found me? In panic I took two steps at a time to the bunker door and started running through the thick woods with branches hitting against my legs and face, scratching my skin. I got back on the path and left the forest without ever looking back. I have never again returned to that part of the forest, in fact I have never again made my runs in any part of the forest...

THE END

[Davie D]

Brilliant! Nice one mate!

[macrina]

Fantastic its the only thing i can say. Thank you, wonderfull work.

[tramsquasmo]

Hey buddy good work. I was able to take only till 300 Kgs on my Body and i was sour for 3 days after that.

[squeezemeflat]

Hey buddy good work. I was able to take only till 300 Kgs on my Body and i was sour for 3 days after that.

Depends on how and where the weight is distributed. Lying on hard ground with girls lined up in sneakers on me and in a second shoot with all of them on a hard board on my body I had about 480 kg. With some cushions or a little mattress to soften the pressure I managed more than 600 kg. But it must be well distributed and not too much pressure on the chest, witout air I am running out of strength to carry that amount of weight pretty quick.

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[esclave46]

WOW Very interesting :-)

[tj9142001]

Thank you!!!! I love to read Squeezemeflat's stories!!! Please post more, please!

[squeezemeflat]

Thanks for all your positive feedbacks! That's quite encouraging as the focus on squashing and crushing is a rather rare fetish. Presently I am not writing any new stories and this story I posted was also about three years old.

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[esclave46]

Imagine the same history but with disco music :-)