squeezemeflat
01-11-2011, 12:54 AM
I have translated an old story that I had written several years ago in German. In the end it corresponds to my other weight and crushing fetish stories but with a new setting. Those who enjoyed my other stories should like this one as well.
CRUSHED BY AMAZONS
Pneumatic Fender Crushing Torture
When he woke up it was already early afternoon. Slowly he regained his senses. It was already warm and humid although he was lying in his dark prison somewhere deep in the Forbidden Forests. He should never have entered this area... But he simply didn't believe the stories he had been told about these mysterious Amazon Warriors... He better had.
Now they got him... They just found him as he was digging out some ancient stone plates with engravings. It was an unfair fight. So many women against him. He tried to run away but he found himself surrounded by intimidating female warriors, tall black-haired beauties, athletic, strong. He had been no match for them, an easy prey.
Now lying in his prison, with his sore and tortured body, he tried to figure out how long he had been imprisoned already. Two days? Or was it already three days? Or maybe a week? He couldn't say... Too often he had lost his consciousness when three or four Amazons came to „question“ him. Their interrogation methods didn't comply with the Geneva Convention for sure. But who cared? They had bound him to a pole and had punched him over and over. They had tied him to the ground and kicked him. Even stepped on him, trampled him, not only one, even two, three of them at a time. Their huge and heavy bodies had nearly squashed him to pulp, and he was suffering from two or three broken ribs and a lot of more bruises.
Now another day. He heard the cheering noise of happy birds and insects outside when the roaring thunder of drums started. Suddenly the door to his prison was slammed open. Four Amazons entered. He could only recognize the outlines of their tall and strong bodies against the bright light entering the door.
„Now, are we ready? I hope you had a good recovery for your final treatment today!“ the first woman laughed evilly. She stepped toward him and kicked him into his side. He groaned. „Please... I don't know what you want from me... I gave you all the things I found at your holy place... So why don't you let me...“ She interrupted him by pressing her bare foot onto his face. „I don't think I gave you permission to speak!“ The other three women joined her and looked down on him, with disgust in their beautiful faces. His vision was blurred from the tears that shot into his eyes as the strong warrior smashed his nose under her foot.
„Okay, let's get him out!“
The four Amazons grabbed him and pulled his nearly limp figure outside, across the village to a central place. Crowds of Amazons were gathered there. As they approached they stepped aside to make up an alley through which they could pass. In the middle of the place there was a huge tree stump, at least 6 feet in diameter, with an even and polished surface. Around the tree stump there was a construction that looked like a scaffold. He had no idea what was going to happen but he felt it was something worse than he had already been through. Didn't they say 'final treatment'? While he was brooding about his fate the four Amazons lifted him onto the tree stump and strapped him down face-up. He looked up into the typical grey afternoon sky of the humid tropics and recognized a dark big stripe above him.
Suddenly a screeching noise started. He looked to his right and then to his left. On both sides two Amazons were turning a big crank attached to the scaffolding. When he looked up again he realised the dark big stripe became bigger and bigger. It was slowly descending towards him! It was a long board, about ten feet long and two feet deep, its corners guided by vertical rails. But there was something attached to its underside... Something like a barrel. As it got closer he recognized the barrel was a pneumatic fender like it is used for big ships. It was about 20 inch in diameter and 40 inch in length and was just attached lengthwise under the middle-section of the board. It didn't take long till the rubber surface of the fender touched his body. The Amazons still worked on the winch and the fender compressed a little as the weight of the board settled down. The fender was pressing onto his lower body. The construction was quite heavy and he groaned under the weight that was crushing him into the tree stump.
Once more the sound of the drums filled the air and he even felt the vibrations as the long and heavy board started oscillating. The crowd cheered as Amira, the Amazon Queen, stepped up onto the board. She was standing 6'5“ in bare feet, had strong-muscled legs but nevertheless voluptuous curves and a big bust that was hidden behind a golden armor. She wore a brown leather skirt and a mask with colourful feathers. No man was allowed to look into her face. And the man beneath her moaned under the additional weight as the fender compressed a little more with her 228 pounds on top. She stepped forward to look down into his face.
„That's the right place for you! Under me! I love to see men suffering under my weight... But there is no need for you to start moaning already! What you have to bear right now is nothing compared to what you are about to get!“
He mustered all his strength and tensed his muscles to get some relief. He tried to push up the whole construction with his stomach muscles, but only the fender deformed a little more, the board with the Queen towering above hardly moved.
„Try to lift me?“ Amira laughed.
„This construction weighs about 470 pounds. The board has 420 pounds and the fender weighs another 50 pounds. Add my weight of 228 pounds and you have to lift nearly 700 pounds! I'd say you're pinned!“
He submitted to his fate as Amira was slowly pressing the juices from his lower body.
„You didn't want to talk. Okay. Then you will take your secrets with you! The punishment for men who desecrate our holy places will be a slow and painful death by our Pneumatic Fender Crushing Torture!“
The women around showed their consent with loud war cries. In the Queen's back seven Amazon fighters took up position behind a wall of flat stone slabs that had been stacked around two feet high. Amira waited till the shouting of her people faded.
„My fellow execution warriors will now proceed to put more and more of those stone slabs behind me onto the board. Each slab is a hundred-pound weight. And we have a lot of them... As soon as I step down those seven strong Amazons behind me will come and lay down their heavy load, each of them carrying a single slab. One layer on this board equals SEVEN-HUNDRED pounds! They will continue to put on layer for layer and the fender will compress more and more under the increasing weight as will your body. We will see which of you is stronger to bear the pressure, the fender or YOU! Our law says the condemned man has to be set free if the fender bursts before the man is crushed to death....“
The female audience started laughing.
„As you might suspect from the reaction of my people this possibility is rather unlikely... First this pneumatic fender is quite strong as it was intended for huge vessels. It takes about 19,000 pounds to compress it to about 40 percent of its original thickness and it needs a lot more weight to make it burst... But you never know... Sunlight and climate may have weakened the enforced rubber. But then... if it should burst already under a weight you could possibly survive, imagine what happens if the fender pops like a balloon – the whole board with all its weight will crash down with a jerk and crush your body to paste instantaneously with an unstoppable impact! So either way – you won't survive!“
Awe-struck, unable to move he looked up to Amira. It seemed to him her eyes were flashing behind her mask. He was simply too shocked to show any reaction. Everything around him was so unreal. But this nightmare didn't end... Amira recognized the terror in his eyes.
„Don't be afraid. We haven't seen popping fenders for years. The fender you are under has already got over five executions without any problems. Most of the condemned males die crushed and suffocated under the pressure long before this rubber bursts.“
The Queen turned to step down but then paused for a moment. She turned once more to the man, knelt down and took a close look into his terrified face. For some seconds she enjoyed the superiority over this unworthy creature of a man. With a mysterious tone in her voice she whispered to him:
„Well, you know, sometimes it may happen my warriors get carried away in their sadistic mood... They would add only one slab at a time and leave you struggling under the weight for long time so your suffering can take up to several hours. And sometimes it happens... if they have piled up enough weight that you should be dead or at least unconscious according to their opinion but you are not... that might annoy and challenge them to step onto the board and add their combined weight which equals the weight of about 17 slabs. The weight of 17 hundredweights jumping up and down... This is what they do sometimes, jump on the board till the fender bursts... I don't like that... It's really a bloody mess if that happens.“
Her eyes were flashing with relish with her last sentence. She rose with the elegance of a Queen and stomped onto the board which sent shockwaves through the fender onto his already flattened body.
„Warriors! Carry out the punishment!!!“
The female crowd cheered in ferocious ecstasy. „Long live Amira!“ and „Squash this guy!“ and „Crush him flat!“ and „Make him suffer!“ were the shoutings that echoed in his ears as the seven Amazons carrying the heavy slabs approached the board....
END
CRUSHED BY AMAZONS
Pneumatic Fender Crushing Torture
When he woke up it was already early afternoon. Slowly he regained his senses. It was already warm and humid although he was lying in his dark prison somewhere deep in the Forbidden Forests. He should never have entered this area... But he simply didn't believe the stories he had been told about these mysterious Amazon Warriors... He better had.
Now they got him... They just found him as he was digging out some ancient stone plates with engravings. It was an unfair fight. So many women against him. He tried to run away but he found himself surrounded by intimidating female warriors, tall black-haired beauties, athletic, strong. He had been no match for them, an easy prey.
Now lying in his prison, with his sore and tortured body, he tried to figure out how long he had been imprisoned already. Two days? Or was it already three days? Or maybe a week? He couldn't say... Too often he had lost his consciousness when three or four Amazons came to „question“ him. Their interrogation methods didn't comply with the Geneva Convention for sure. But who cared? They had bound him to a pole and had punched him over and over. They had tied him to the ground and kicked him. Even stepped on him, trampled him, not only one, even two, three of them at a time. Their huge and heavy bodies had nearly squashed him to pulp, and he was suffering from two or three broken ribs and a lot of more bruises.
Now another day. He heard the cheering noise of happy birds and insects outside when the roaring thunder of drums started. Suddenly the door to his prison was slammed open. Four Amazons entered. He could only recognize the outlines of their tall and strong bodies against the bright light entering the door.
„Now, are we ready? I hope you had a good recovery for your final treatment today!“ the first woman laughed evilly. She stepped toward him and kicked him into his side. He groaned. „Please... I don't know what you want from me... I gave you all the things I found at your holy place... So why don't you let me...“ She interrupted him by pressing her bare foot onto his face. „I don't think I gave you permission to speak!“ The other three women joined her and looked down on him, with disgust in their beautiful faces. His vision was blurred from the tears that shot into his eyes as the strong warrior smashed his nose under her foot.
„Okay, let's get him out!“
The four Amazons grabbed him and pulled his nearly limp figure outside, across the village to a central place. Crowds of Amazons were gathered there. As they approached they stepped aside to make up an alley through which they could pass. In the middle of the place there was a huge tree stump, at least 6 feet in diameter, with an even and polished surface. Around the tree stump there was a construction that looked like a scaffold. He had no idea what was going to happen but he felt it was something worse than he had already been through. Didn't they say 'final treatment'? While he was brooding about his fate the four Amazons lifted him onto the tree stump and strapped him down face-up. He looked up into the typical grey afternoon sky of the humid tropics and recognized a dark big stripe above him.
Suddenly a screeching noise started. He looked to his right and then to his left. On both sides two Amazons were turning a big crank attached to the scaffolding. When he looked up again he realised the dark big stripe became bigger and bigger. It was slowly descending towards him! It was a long board, about ten feet long and two feet deep, its corners guided by vertical rails. But there was something attached to its underside... Something like a barrel. As it got closer he recognized the barrel was a pneumatic fender like it is used for big ships. It was about 20 inch in diameter and 40 inch in length and was just attached lengthwise under the middle-section of the board. It didn't take long till the rubber surface of the fender touched his body. The Amazons still worked on the winch and the fender compressed a little as the weight of the board settled down. The fender was pressing onto his lower body. The construction was quite heavy and he groaned under the weight that was crushing him into the tree stump.
Once more the sound of the drums filled the air and he even felt the vibrations as the long and heavy board started oscillating. The crowd cheered as Amira, the Amazon Queen, stepped up onto the board. She was standing 6'5“ in bare feet, had strong-muscled legs but nevertheless voluptuous curves and a big bust that was hidden behind a golden armor. She wore a brown leather skirt and a mask with colourful feathers. No man was allowed to look into her face. And the man beneath her moaned under the additional weight as the fender compressed a little more with her 228 pounds on top. She stepped forward to look down into his face.
„That's the right place for you! Under me! I love to see men suffering under my weight... But there is no need for you to start moaning already! What you have to bear right now is nothing compared to what you are about to get!“
He mustered all his strength and tensed his muscles to get some relief. He tried to push up the whole construction with his stomach muscles, but only the fender deformed a little more, the board with the Queen towering above hardly moved.
„Try to lift me?“ Amira laughed.
„This construction weighs about 470 pounds. The board has 420 pounds and the fender weighs another 50 pounds. Add my weight of 228 pounds and you have to lift nearly 700 pounds! I'd say you're pinned!“
He submitted to his fate as Amira was slowly pressing the juices from his lower body.
„You didn't want to talk. Okay. Then you will take your secrets with you! The punishment for men who desecrate our holy places will be a slow and painful death by our Pneumatic Fender Crushing Torture!“
The women around showed their consent with loud war cries. In the Queen's back seven Amazon fighters took up position behind a wall of flat stone slabs that had been stacked around two feet high. Amira waited till the shouting of her people faded.
„My fellow execution warriors will now proceed to put more and more of those stone slabs behind me onto the board. Each slab is a hundred-pound weight. And we have a lot of them... As soon as I step down those seven strong Amazons behind me will come and lay down their heavy load, each of them carrying a single slab. One layer on this board equals SEVEN-HUNDRED pounds! They will continue to put on layer for layer and the fender will compress more and more under the increasing weight as will your body. We will see which of you is stronger to bear the pressure, the fender or YOU! Our law says the condemned man has to be set free if the fender bursts before the man is crushed to death....“
The female audience started laughing.
„As you might suspect from the reaction of my people this possibility is rather unlikely... First this pneumatic fender is quite strong as it was intended for huge vessels. It takes about 19,000 pounds to compress it to about 40 percent of its original thickness and it needs a lot more weight to make it burst... But you never know... Sunlight and climate may have weakened the enforced rubber. But then... if it should burst already under a weight you could possibly survive, imagine what happens if the fender pops like a balloon – the whole board with all its weight will crash down with a jerk and crush your body to paste instantaneously with an unstoppable impact! So either way – you won't survive!“
Awe-struck, unable to move he looked up to Amira. It seemed to him her eyes were flashing behind her mask. He was simply too shocked to show any reaction. Everything around him was so unreal. But this nightmare didn't end... Amira recognized the terror in his eyes.
„Don't be afraid. We haven't seen popping fenders for years. The fender you are under has already got over five executions without any problems. Most of the condemned males die crushed and suffocated under the pressure long before this rubber bursts.“
The Queen turned to step down but then paused for a moment. She turned once more to the man, knelt down and took a close look into his terrified face. For some seconds she enjoyed the superiority over this unworthy creature of a man. With a mysterious tone in her voice she whispered to him:
„Well, you know, sometimes it may happen my warriors get carried away in their sadistic mood... They would add only one slab at a time and leave you struggling under the weight for long time so your suffering can take up to several hours. And sometimes it happens... if they have piled up enough weight that you should be dead or at least unconscious according to their opinion but you are not... that might annoy and challenge them to step onto the board and add their combined weight which equals the weight of about 17 slabs. The weight of 17 hundredweights jumping up and down... This is what they do sometimes, jump on the board till the fender bursts... I don't like that... It's really a bloody mess if that happens.“
Her eyes were flashing with relish with her last sentence. She rose with the elegance of a Queen and stomped onto the board which sent shockwaves through the fender onto his already flattened body.
„Warriors! Carry out the punishment!!!“
The female crowd cheered in ferocious ecstasy. „Long live Amira!“ and „Squash this guy!“ and „Crush him flat!“ and „Make him suffer!“ were the shoutings that echoed in his ears as the seven Amazons carrying the heavy slabs approached the board....
END