JUSTICE SERVED (fiction story femdom/crushing)

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This is another story for the weight and crushing fantasy fetish guys.
It contains elements of Femdom, Humiliation, Trampling, Violence and Crushing. People who like the GTS theme and buttcrushing should also enjoy this fiction.

The story has been written by "Untermhintern" (which means as much as "Beneath a butt") and posted in a German FS Board. Now I have put a lot of effort into it to translate it. I am in contact with the author quite a while as we share similar fantasies and he has allowed me to post it. The original title is "Gerechte Strafe" and it is the second chapter of a novel he has planned about a secret castle that is home to an organisation of sadistic women who torture men. The novel is unfinished so far. I will post the story in several parts in this thread. I hope there are a few people here who like this kind of fetish fantasy.



JUSTICE SERVED

story by Untermhintern
translation by Squeezeme Jan 2011


Madeleine was sitting in her tastefully decorated office thumbing through some files. Her office was a noble and expensive room, the walls were lined with teak panels and most of the furniture was antique, the most valuable piece a secretary desk from the 17th century with a number of secret drawers hidden behind an extravagantly elaborated front. Her huge and heavy office desk was of equally high-quality and would have scored high prices in any auction. But it was also heavy enough to teach some disobedient slaves manners when buried underneath....
Madeleine leaned back in her office chair, picked up her cell phone and chose a number from her quick-dial number memory. After three rings Nadine answered the call. „What's up?“ Madeleine gave her strict order. „I want to see you in my office. Now. And bring Susie along.“ Madeleine ended the call without waiting for Nadine's reply and placed her cell phone back on the table next to a pile of files.

A few minutes later a timid knock at the door told Madeleine the two newbies had arrived. „Come in!“ Madeleine's voice thundered dominantly through the closed door. The door was opened carefully and Nadine entered with Susie following her. Both were young tall Amazon beauties, nevertheless they were quite intimidated in front of their boss Madeleine who was known for her sternness. In her mid-thirties the black-haired Madeleine was of an equal Amazon built. In her youth she had been a feared wrestling champion and she still could have taken it up with the two 22 and 23 year old newbies although they were nearly the same size. Nadine and Susie were both 6'5“, with strong legs and ample female curves. The blonde-haired Nadine was a little heavier with 205 pounds, the red-haired Susie had a little thinner waist and was at 182 pounds. Nevertheless both had intimidating huge butts which had become nearly a fatal issue for Ricardo, the slim 4'11“ man who got stuck in the castle with a broken car. Nadine and Susie had been carried away in their straddling and facesitting orgy last night with Ricardo under them and now they feared Madeleine's disciplinary action.

Silently awaiting Madeleine's lecture they approached her table. „Close the door!“ Madeleine demanded. Nadine turned around to close the door before returning to Susie. Side by side, both women stood like two young and embarrassed school-girls, their hands behind their backs.

Madeleine took a deep breath and started: „I just met our guest Ricardo. He looked quite run-down. In fact, realizing his physical condition I was amazed he could walk on his own. You have gone too far with him. When I asked you to take care of him during the night I only meant you to introduce him to the traditions of our house...“ Madeleine's voice became louder towards the end of her sentence and she gave both girls a strict look. Nadine swallowed but quickly took heart again and justified herself in her usual saucy tone: „Why? We HAVE introduced him to the special features of our business and he even got aroused and jerked off! So it was only a game and it didn't look that he wouldn't like it!“ She shrugged her shoulders and pretended to be the most innocent girl on Earth.
Madeleine had to suppress a satisfied smile. She liked the attitude of the two new girls. „Anyway...“ Madeleine went to another subject and picked up a file from her desk. „That wasn't the reason I wanted you in my office. Today's the 22nd of August. On this Saturday afternoon the execution of our prisoner Chris Cheek is due. No mercy necessary for that bad lot. He had been in prison for multiple rapes and relapsed after his time in prison. He has raped another seven women and tortured them to death. His last victim got beaten up by him till she fell unconscious on his yard, then he ran over her with his truck back and forth till she was mashed to pulp. A neighbour witnessed the scene and called the police. He got sentenced to death and transferred to our special treatment. You know where he is. So get him and prepare him for the execution. He may get his last slap-up meal, but no alcohol. Take guns and batons with you, the guy's dangerous! Don't take off his chains before he's strapped down to the mat! If he's unruly don't hesitate to beat him up. The execution process will start at 2 p.m. Tell the girls they shall be on time in suitable outfits in front of room 210. All women are expected to take part.“

Nadine's and Susie's faces brightened up and an evil smile came up. „Okay! We'll take care of our special prisoner!“ They turned around and left the office in a happy mood. They were making jokes and felt highly motivated. Nadine tried to express her anticipation. „Finally we have real action going on here! It's really time for another male subject to get flattened by us!“ Susie agreed. „Right you are! It really turns me on to know we will squeeze that little bastard's brains out from his skull! Cheeky, isn't that the fat guy from cell 13? He's been getting dry bread and water for seven months but he still hasn't lost hardly any pound. That will be a mess! For God's sake we don't need to clean up afterwards...“ Susie giggled.

[to be continued]

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PART 2


They entered the armory. „Hi Jaqueline! What's up? We need two 38 mm and two batons. Order from the Boss. Today another guy will get into the press... We're up to prepare him for the show!“ Jaqueline was a mature and experienced lady; she knew all about weapons and took care of the arsenal for the organization. She picked up two weapons from the shelf behind her, checked them and handed them over to the two girls together with two loaded magazines and two batons. Nadine and Susie put on the holsters, stowed the guns and fixed the batons to their belts. „Everything fine with me,“ Jaqueline said, „I just need a signature here.“ She pointed to a form. Susie signed the form. „By the way – Boss says all girls have to be in room 210 at 2 p.m. I think that also applies for you!“ Susie looked directly into Jaqueline's face and pulled up her eyebrows. Jaqueline just nodded. „For sure! I'll be there... Wouldn't want to miss that show!“
Susie and Nadine started to smile at Jaqueline's reaction. They left and made their way to the deep cellars of the castle...

A solid stone staircase in the other part of the castle led down to the catacombs. In front of a big, grey and heavy door made from steel Nadine and Susie made a stop. Behind that door another staircase would go even one floor deeper. Both new girls had never been that deep in the cellars, down where the really evil guys were locked up in their cells and eternal darkness.

„You have the keys?“ Nadine asked.

„No, I thought you had...?“ Susie replied in a surprised tone.

Nadine made a grimace. Without comment she climbed up the stairs and left Susie behind. Electric torches made a dim light in the dark stairwell. With the sound of Nadine's angry steps fading away Susie noticed more and more frightening sounds, miserable moans, gruesome groans, dreadful creaking and squeaking noises, pitiful scratching and scraping... The orchestra of the doomed played its lament on the way to the scaffold. Faintly at the beginning it grew louder and louder through the locked steel door. Susie felt queasy. She looked around and took a step back from the door, pulling her baton out from her belt. Holding it tightly she asked herself why it took so long for Nadine to return. Finally she heard footsteps on the granite steps. Could only be Nadine... But she wasn't there! The footseps grew louder. Was it a prisoner imitating the sound of footsteps? Totally tensed Susie stared at the door. Was it a prisoner coming up the stairs behind that door? Suddenly she felt a hand touching her shoulder from behind. Frightened Susie jumped around. „Are you crazy? How can you scare me like that?!“ Susie shouted at her fellow Mistress. „What's up with you?“ Nadine inquired who entered from the shadows into the light. „I just came down the stairs... What's the problem?“ Confused as she was Susie only shook her head. „Oh, nothing. It's just... I thought... But... Doesn't matter. Just let's get the shithead from his cell!“

Nadine turned the key in the lock twice. The door was heavy and both girls had to join their forces to get it pulled open. Nadine switched on the light. A row of lamps at the ceiling of the vaults bathed a 10 feet wide corridor in a weak blue light. Between the supporting pillars of the vaults barred iron doors faced each other to both sides of the corridor. Each man had his own cell, separated from the next one by thick stone walls. Straw had been laid out on the floor and was also the only accomodation for the prisoners to sleep on. For physical needs each prisoner had a bucket which were emptied only every three days. This was one reason for the strong smell.

„Cell number 13 must be way back at the end.“ Nadine ascertained with disgust on her face. As the two women made their way through the corridor a loud rassling from iron chains started. All the prisoners tried to reach the iron barred doors but their chains were short enough to prevent them from even touching the doors with their finger tips. The visit of the two new beauties down to the deepest cellars was a rare show for the male captives. One extremely ugly guy lost his self-control. „Hey bitch! Come here and give me a blow-job! And I'll fuck you in your fat ass till you can hear angels singing!“ The crowd bawled and made loud noise with their chains to demonstrate their consent. Nadine stepped up to the cell door of the ugly face. „Shut up, you pervert psycho! You can deem yourself a lucky guy that I don't fuck you with my baton and thrust it up into your bloody asshole! Maybe I will put a good word for you with our boss. And already tomorrow you could be the next one to get crushed like a cockroach that you are! And just for you, my Darling, we will think of something very special...!“ All of a sudden Nadine made a horrible strike with her baton against the iron bars and shouted furiously: „Party's over! Get back and stay away from the doors, you bastards!“ Susie followed Nadine along the corridor. With disgust she took short glances into the cells right and left and turned up her nose at the dirty and foul-smelling inhabitants. It came to Susie's mind that those evil lads really hadn't deserved better than to die at the hands of their Mistresses and she was glad she and Nadine needn't spend more time than necessary down there.

At the end of the corridor they reached cell number 13. Nadine unlocked the cell door. Far in the corner a fat mountain of flesh was shivering in terror. Baldheaded and with a long beard, his dirty clothing hanging down in rags. A hole in his jacket just beneath his shoulder revealed dark red and bloody stripes from his last punishment. He was jerking spastically and mumbled incomprehensible words. He curled up and tried to protect his head with his arms from a feared assault. He was awaiting his next punishment. But today it should get even worse for him. Yet he couldn't have any idea what was planned for him.

„Chris Cheek!“ Nadine's voice thundered in a military tone. „Today's your day! Get up and ready! We're here to get you! Get up, you cheeky pig! Your last hour has come!“ To make her point she gave him a hard kick against his thigh. But that fatass didn't move. Nadine pulled out her baton and hit him brutally a few times against his shoulder and head. Finally he gave up and started moving. In his miserable condition he was moaning. „Okay! Okay! Please stop! I do whatever you want!“ Humiliated as he was he got up on his legs and stood crouched with his head bent down, avoiding direct eye-contact with the two Mistresses. With a special key Nadine unlocked his chains from the wall and pushed the baton into his back. „Move on, shithead! You're smelling terrible, man! Did you make a mess in your pants?“ she asked when she saw the brown crusts at the rear of his trousers. „That's disgusting! What are you waiting for? Need special invitation? Move!!!“

Susie had observed everything from outside the cell and was near vomiting. But she managed to hold back. Slowly the man stumbled out from his cell. Susie looked into his eyes. His eyes were red and swollen and his nose broken and covered with dried blood. Nadine locked the cell door again, put on a chain around Chris' neck and pulled him like a beaten dog. „Now come on, you bastard! We have to clean you up before we can present you to the ladies!“

[to be continued]

[madman1_rug]

This story is getting interesting!

[vallee]

Sounds good

[squeezemeflat]

Thanks. So I'll continue:

PART 3


The totally exhausted condemned male was hardly able to climb the steps. After they had reached the ground floor Nadine and Susie pushed him directly into a big washroom. With no consideration for his injuries they pulled off the dirty rugs from his body and pushed him into a corner. With a hose that delivered cold water under high-pressure they sprayed off the dirty crusts from his body while he was lying whimpering in the corner. Without mercy they continued to aim the hard water jet against his body and it literally ploughed through the open sores all over his skin. Red-brown water ran towards the drain and left behind a terribly maltreated and broken man. His whole body was covered with haematoma, his back had open sores from the whippings he had received, and he suffered from a few lacerations and obviously a few broken fingers from beatings. That poor guy looked like he had gone through hell but the women seemed to be unimpressed and without pity. Nadine and Susie knew what he had done to women in the past so they were convinced he hadn't deserved better. But what the women had in store for him this afternoon would surpass all he had gone through by far...

After spraying him for a few minutes they stopped the water and dripped some shower gel onto his body. „We cannot turn an ugly and fat cockroach like you into a beauty, but at least we can make you smell better... So our ladies don't feel too much disturbed by your presence...“ Nadine was mocking him. Finally she hosed him again with the hard water jet, this time they treated him even harder and aimed the water especially at his head. After five minutes of thorough cleaning they dried him off with towels so he wouldn't leave wet stains on the carpets in the corridors. With great effort he slowly got back up to his feet. They commanded him out into the corridor. „Move! Quick! Keep on going! One stair up!“ Nadine gave him order in a brash voice. Seeing the baton in her hand Chris tried to increase his pace as good as he could with the rattling chains. He limped towards the stairs and weakened as he was from the physical punishments and the bad food he had a hard time climbing up and nearly fell down the last few steps. His two Mistresses were right behind him. Susie who had been quiet till then started to feel more confident and commented the situation: „Come on, you sissie! We don't want to collapse on the last meters, do we?“ With all the strength he could muster he stumbled up the last steps.

„Keep on moving! To the left! To get your last meal!“ Nadine directed him with her baton. Chris paused in the doorway. He couldn't believe his eyes. A faint smile came to his face when he saw the dinner table full of culinary delicacies, things he had been dreaming of for months. Grilled chicken, roasted duck, veal cutlets, french fries, salads, chocolate cookies, icecream, cheesecake... Hungry as he was he pounced upon the food, paying no attention to the cutlery and using his hands instead, no matter whether his fingers were broken or not. He greedily stuffed down everything like a wild animal. Susie observed him all the time and shook her head. „Don't stuff yourself that much! Actually it's a shame about the good food... It will be forced out anyway! You will see what you have from your filled-up stomach!“ Chris didn't pay attention to her warning. He was too much busy with eating.

When he finally was done he leaned back in his chair, filled up and satisfied, ready for a little nap. Something he wouldn't be granted... As soon as the ladies realized he was finished Nadine commanded him to come to an end and get back into the corridor. „Get up, you fatass! Hurry up, get out!“ He didn't show any reaction but seemed to be day-dreaming. Nadine barked at him in a loud and determined voice. „What's up?! Need an extra invitation?! Get moving, now!!!“ Chris got up from his chair in slow-motion and moved leisurely into the corridor.

[to be continued]

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... and :

PART 4



There was already someone awaiting him... A few steps away a tall and absolutely stunning black-haired Amazon leaned against the doorframe. She had a black and red leather suit as well as patent leather boots. Provokingly, she cracked her whip against the floor. The crack echoed through the hallway and made him start. The domineering Mistress sounded like a guard in the Death Row. „Hurry up, you wimp! Move your fat ass this way! You dirty maggot! We're already waiting for you... We want to press you flat and crush you like a bug!“ He had no idea what she was talking about but he started to feel uncomfortable. When he reached her position she pointed with her whip to the doorway and ordered him to lay down. „Lay down on your back! Hurry up! No, right here on the threshold. Our ladies will come shortly and they will step on you, one after the other, stomp and grind you into the floor. It's up to them where they step on you as long as each lady steps at least on two spots of your body!“

Chris couldn't believe what he heard. What was going on here? He had been mistreated and tormented, locked up for months, but now he really felt outraged at playing the doormat for the ladies. Such a humiliation! „Never! I won't do that! Forget it!“ he rebelled against the Dominatrix. The Mistress who didn't expect such an indignant behaviour of a condemned slave lost her patience and whipped him badly against his sore back. One strike was sufficient and he fell down to his knees. Another kick from her into his side and he tripped over like a limp sandbag. „On your back, I told you! Or do you want to feel my whip again?!“ Intimidated by her determination Chris immediately followed her instructions. His body was so fat he filled the doorframe from side to side, so there was no other way for the women who would enter the room than to step on his body.

Quite a few beauties had already gathered in the hallway, waiting to get in. First in row was a beautiful blonde-haired lady, about 5'8“ and even taller in her high-heeled sandals. Initially she put down her right foot carefully onto his stomach, then leaned against the doorframe for support before she stomped down really hard and without mercy. Her heel went deep into his belly button as she brought down all her weight. His filled-up tummy became an issue now as her mere weight of about 140 lbs was enough to get him close to throw up. Suddenly the worn sole of her left shoe came into view. She kept it hovering two or three inches above his face. To protect his broken nose from what he expected to come he turned his head sideways, just right in time before her shoe contacted his skull and crushed his ear, which was also very painful and made him howl. The lady on top didn't care and only uttered an „Ooops!“.

In the meantime a long queue had formed. None of the voluptuous ladies weighed less than 140, 150 lbs! Especially for this event they had put on their most impressive clothing. Most of them had kind of kinky fetish wear like leather or latex suits, and fitting footwear, patent leather boots or high heel sandals, some had tightly fitting jeans or mini-skirts. Some of the mini-skirt ladies wanted to tease him additionally and didn't wear slips underneath. It gave them a special kick to know he had to look at their womanhood while they were stomping him mercilessly into the ground, knowing at the same time that he had no sexual contacts during the last seven months and wouldn't have for the short rest of his miserable life. Chris was paralyzed with horror. He counted about 40 women standing in row... That couldn't mean any good... He trembled in fear for the upcoming stampede. No chance he would get passed that in good shape. Those women would trample him to death!!!

Time was running and he was pummelled under relentless stomping, stepping, grinding, impaling heels as the 40 women made their way over his body into the room, treating him like a lifeless doormat. Heels sank in deep into his body, rupturing his skin, sometimes a rib was cracking. Some Mistresses obviously wanted to release their anger for his attitude against women and aimed at his genitals. His balls got busted and crushed and his dick flattened and bruised. One Mistress kept on standing on his limp dick for several seconds before grinding her foot under her full weight. Chris squealed like a stuck pig. He moaned and cried anyway with each woman stepping on him. Most of the ladies enjoyed to see him suffer.

Ten minutes later all the women had took their places in the room. Madeleine had been watching the show from inside the room and each single moan and cry from the condemned male had filled her with childish joy and deep satisfaction. Nadine took the hook from a winch and pulled the rope to the trampled body. She attached the hook to his chains and started the winch with a remote control. A jerk went through the rope and the big and heavy man was pulled easily like a toy figure across the wooden floor into the middle of the room. Chris winced terribly, rolling his body clumsily from side to side and flailing his legs. He came to rest on a padded mat that was covered with a rubber sheet. Nadine released the hook from his chains and four other Mistresses were already standing over him, pulling his arms and legs. They strapped him down to the ground spread-eagled with tight leather straps.
Slowly he became aware of the gruesome fate that had been planned for him. He was shaken by his realization. It was beyond imagination what those cruel lethal bitches wanted to do to him. It simply couldn't be true what he was seeing...

[to be continued]

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PART 5



Just over him two perfectly shaped round female buttcheeks were bulging, huge, like the butt of a Giantess wearing tight jeans... This very feminine forms could have only been modelled on a big, round and heavy female butt. I looked so real... It looked as if a giant woman was about to sit down onto a chair, the backside of her thighs just touching the forward edge of the seat, her sexy bottom hovering a few inches above the cushion, in this dimension it was about three feet. The butt's size was enormous. At least 16 feet wide and its waistline touched the ceiling of the room which was 15 feet high. It looked like a giant woman had just fallen down butt first through the ceiling and was about to crash down onto the floor. The ladies had really invented a very clever instrument to humiliate evil guys like him for the very last time.

Looking precisely, this giant female butt was made of a solid and heavy steelframe, padded with thick layers of silicone at the outside. This should imitate the feeling of the soft fat layers on a real female butt. Around the silicone layers a realistic looking huge jeans was stretched to its limits, with real seams and pockets. Everything was made to give the perfect illusion of a big woman sitting down onto a tiny little dwarf. When the huge butt slowly came down, the condemned at first only felt the soft layers that engulfed his body more and more. But when the construction came down with more force at a certain point the imitation of the sitting bones would exert a hard and merciless pressure on two points. As long as the construction was empty it was held off the ground by strong springs. The inside of the huge butt was an empty room with benches attached to the inner walls. It was enough space for about 40 women to sit down side by side. With women standing in the middle the butt could be loaded with up to 60 ladies! Videoscreens were hanging down from the ceiling so the women inside the butt could see what was happening outside. Attached to the sides of the partly modelled artificial thighs were two small doors through which the women could climb into the butt. The pressing load that would compress and flatten the condemned beneath would only result from the combined weight of the ladies. Altogether a maximum weight of more than four tons could be reached which would crush any human form under it to paste. At least till that very day none of the condemned ever lasted till the end...

Madeleine rose from her place and took a majestic stride to Chris, her heels thundering with each step. With a piece of paper in her hand she towered above the trembling male. Contempt was in her eyes when she looked down onto the victim as she proceeded to read the sentence.

„Chris Cheek! You have been declared guilty and sentenced to death by the high court. The execution was determined to take place on this very day, 22nd of August at 2 p.m. local time. The decision about the execution method was transferred to our organisation. After thorough discussion and reviewing all relevant facts of your violence against women we have come to the following conclusion: You will be strapped down to this mat and then you will be slowly squeezed to death under this huge female butt. To achieve that we will start with ten women who will enter the inside of this artificial butt. After each woman we will wait 30 seconds for the weight to settle down on you before the next will be allowed to enter. After five minutes, when you are pinned under the weight of the first ten women, the next women will follow in 10-second-intervals, until all 40 women have entered the construction. All women taking part in the execution have been weighed just shortly before this event in their present clothing and I can proudly announce we have tipped the scales to over 6,000 pounds, exactly 6,018 pounds!“

A respectful murmur went through the female crowd.

„In case this weight, more than two point seven metric tons, should not be sufficient to crush you to death, all 40 women will be commanded to stand up and drop down heavily, repeatedly, till your body finally submits to the pressing torture. Just for the records I can tell you that no one ever survived that long, all delinquents have been crushed to death long before the last lady had entered the butt. Electronic monitoring allows us to supervise your physical condition and vital functions at any time, so we will know exactly when your heart will stop beating. After that we will leave you under the weight for another ten minutes to make sure also your brain is dead due to lack of oxygen.“

Chris reacted violently with burning words of anger, lacking totally any understanding of the situation he was in. „No! You can't do that! That's totally illegal! I want to speak my lawyer! Hey... What the hell... This is total bullshit! This is pure brutal sadism! You're totally insane! Shoot me, hang me or give me a lethal injection... Untie me, now, so I can kick your asses!!!“ Chris was pulling wildly at his bonds and jerked his body around on the mat as far as the tight straps allowed him to. But there was no escape and no mercy for him...

Madeleine just smiled at him and made her point. „You little bastard are about to receive what you deserve. What do you think your victims thought when you tortured them? Did they have any chance when they begged for their lives? Did you have any mercy on them when you left them suffering and finally killed them? Now it's pay-day, you worthless piece of shit! All these women here will get satisfaction on behalf of all your victims. It will be a long agonizing death without mercy for you. We won't stop before your body is totally crushed to pulp! It will be a pleasure for us to listen to your begs for mercy, to your groaning and moaning, to your high-pitched screams, gurgling noise, the wet sickening crunch of your breaking bones and the popping burst of your skull! Let's go, girls! Let's get started!“

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Okay, now the final installment is ready:


FINAL PART



From the front row two sexy babes got up and passed him without showing any respect for him. They had both tight fitting light-blue jeans. They had an evil grin on their face and the blond lady next to him blew him a kiss, and whispered „Bye bye!“ to him in a sexy voice. They really made fun of him! They opened the small door with a squeaking noise and the first one disappeared inside the construction while the second waited outside for the 30 seconds to pass. The first Mistress obviously waited for the second near the door, so when the second entered they both made their way up through the tube of the thigh to the area of the buttocks. With their moving the whole construction started to come down onto his trembling form. The two ladies sat down on the bench just on top of Chris. At the beginning the soft surface of the artificial butt engulfed his upper body like a huge blanket. But it didn't take long until he felt the pressure of their combined 286 pounds. He started to fight, thrashing his arms and legs, but to no avail. The straps held him tightly in position. Under normal circumstances, being sat upon by two very attractive ladies wouldn't have been a problem at all, but in his predicament with the prospect of more and more ladies joining the first two, he started to panic. For the moment at least, the pressure was bearable.

But the next two women got ready for action. Exactly 30 seconds later the third stepped in followed by the fourth another 30 seconds later. The whole construction came down a little further but by far not as much as with the first two ladies. Norbert already started to feel the hard parts under the thick silicone layers that were meant to be the sitting bones. With 584 pounds pinning his body the two supporting points exerted a noticable pressure on his groin and skull. Even if he hadn't been strapped down to the ground, now he wouldn't be able to free himself from out under that weight. His head had been turned to the side before the process so he could breathe. The ladies wanted to squish him for good, he should suffer as long as possible under the increasing weight without getting the mercy of an early death by suffocation. To prolong his suffering even more, the next ladies were instructed to sit down on the right side inside the construction. This way the main load of their weight would press onto his lower body. Crushing his pelvis before his skull would burst was the aim.

Another two stunning beauties joined the party inside the lethal crushing frame. A digital display that showed the exact weight pressing down on the condemned at each given time showed the impressive number of 1,218 pounds! More than half a ton of weight was rocking in a slow steamroller movement back and forth on his significantly flattened body. About 450 pounds were bearing down on his chest and head, the remaining 768 pounds were squashing his pelvis. Chris had a hard time fighting for air with his chest compressed. Pinned totally into the mat under the already heavy weight he wasn't able to move. It was like being buried under tons of sandbags with two huge and heavy stones somewhere in the pile. He moaned and groaned under the load. His wailing and wincing was accompanied by gurgling noises. His skeleton was still keeping up with the strain but the pain was increasing beyond imagination. For the first time in his life he started praying... begging for mercy... hoping fervently this torture might end and the heavy butt lift off from his flattened body. But soon he realized all his hope was futile. He took all his strength to fight against the weight and push it up, but the combined weight of the eight women was too much and kept on crushing him without mercy. And up to then it was only eight women! Five times that amount was in store for him! He was struggling pathetically for his life and at the same time the women above him were most probably having fun and chatting about trivial issues.

The gap between the mat and the huge and slowly descending butt had reduced to a few inches. There was absolutely no clearance left. The construction continued to press down on him without the slightest relief and soon the first bones would start to crack under the pressure. But all of a sudden Madeleine commanded a break in the process. The remaing 32 Mistresses were allowed to have a short smoking break. She knew instinctively when it was the right time to keep the poor devil down there in suspense. She wanted to increase his suffering so badly. This was her pure sadistic strike. She walked up to the huge instrument of torture, knelt down and put her head to the ground, peeking into the gap where she expected his head to be. She looked into his crunched and deformed face, compressed to half of its original width. „Now my darling? How's it going down there? Are you okay with a short break? Well, enjoy the moment with only eight of my lovely ladies on top. In a few minutes we'll carry on and then it won't take too long to crush you to paste, I promise!“

Chris could hardly understand the words Madeleine was saying. He wasn't able to recognize her either, he only saw her outlines and heard the sound of her voice, the rest was guessing. His eyes were swollen, full of tears, and snot-rag was running from his nose. Through the small gap he could see so many numerous beautiful female calves clad in sexy shoes running up and down, as the ladies took a stroll along the huge crushing instrument. 'For God's sake! Still so many left to come...???!!!' he visualized the incomprehensible. „I can't take it any more!!! Let me out!!! Please!!! Lift the weight from mee....!!! Arrrrggghhhhh!!!“ He wailed and begged for salvation at the last minute. But his screams came like a squeezed rattle from under the huge butt and none of the ladies paid attention to it. Madeleine took a comfortable position in her armchair, crossed her legs and instructed the ladies to continue the process of crushing. She feared that the next two ladies could already be too much for him.

Nearly ten minutes had passed while Chris was suffering under the pressure torture. Each single second felt like an eternity to him. The next two ladies marched on to add their weight. From that moment on the weight increase was relentless, with ladies coming and stepping in like being delivered on a conveyer belt. Although all ladies tried their best to get onto the right side also the left side on his chest was getting heavier and heavier. His breathing got shallower and shallower and he panted like a chased dog. In the meantime the display showed 2,326 pounds. The poor lad had to bear more than a ton of female bodies!

As slow as the seconds ran before, now the ten-second intervals ran so fast it felt to him like a continuous increase in weight without any break. Another tall red-haired beauty with a tight latex suit and patent leather boots, with strong thighs and an ample bosom, jumped on in to join the party. From outside someone could have heard a faint creaking scream. It was his whole body that submitted to its fate to turn into one horrible pain. The pressure on his groin and pelvis was beyond any imagination. It felt like getting steamrolled under a grown-up elephant. Still his skull withstood the pressure although it felt like thousands of little men were doing their job with miniature hammers and chisels.
Only a little daylight came into the narrow gap. Millimeter after millimeter the lower surface of the butt approached the ground until there was no discernable space left and it touched the mat, engulfing Chris totally and leaving him in total black darkness. His last screams of agony were now muffled from the layers of jeans and silicone that were tightly pressed around his flattened shape. He would never see the sunlight again. He finally submitted to his fate and longed for a quick ending.

Another ten women had boarded the huge butt. The display was at 3,846 pounds now. All of a sudden there was a wet crunching noise and the whole construction jerked down noticeably. The cheering women showed different reactions. Some showed a sensual smile of sexual arousal whispering an „Aaahhwww....!“, others were celebrating their obvious success with malicious delight: „Oh! Yeeehaaww! Now he's flat as a pancake! Must have squished something!!!“ But disciplined as the Mistresses were they soon got back to their routine. The execution had to be continued according to schedule. Madeleine received various data from the physical surveillance monitor. She got confirmation that with that jerk his hips and his pelvis had crushed under the enormous weight. The ladies inside the construction felt another smoother jerk. His genitals had shot off their last load and his organs in the lower body had been squished to pulp. Joyfully they celebrated the first successful step in their gruesome crushing task. But their victim was still alive and conscious! They had to hurry up now if they wanted to crush the rest of his body as long as he remained conscious.

So the ladies started to distribute their weight evenly within the construction. One of his hands that reached out from under the giant butt tried to grab something in desperate, convulsive movements, whereas his feet lay totally limp on the other side. Maybe only seconds were left to him, but still ten ladies were waiting impatiently. The last ones would most probably only crush his already dead corpse, but no matter how, the execution had to be continued as planned. And they knew they would do the jumping movements anyway to steamroll whatever was left from him totally flat.

The instruments showed now a impressively racing heartbeat of the condemned, evoked from the tremendous pressure and his last efforts to cope with it. Must have been already his last death throes, because there were already 36 ladies on top of him, pushing the scales to 5,392 pounds. All his ribs were shattered and his thorax was compressed to a thickness of less than three inches. The last four ladies should enter the construction at the same time, taking care of an equal weight distribution. Finally all 6,018 pounds pressed down onto his squished body. Shortly before the final weight was reached his skull burst with a loud pop under the enormous pressure. Bones that had withstood the pressure torture till then crunched now. Even parts of his arms and legs were totally crushed. His heartbeat faded away and the frantic beeping on the monitor was superseded by a continuous alarm tone.

Nevertheless, seeing only his heartbeat had stopped did not satisfy Madeleine's urge to get this condemned crushed. She gave order to her Mistresses to get up from their benches and then drop down with all their weight. The result was awful to witness. The whole construction jerked down another inch. Still not satisfied, she let the ladies repeat this process several times. Fortunately fate had finally mercy on him and Chris had died before this last crushing torture so he was saved from experiencing over 6,000 pounds crashing down on him over and over. All the ladies did a perfect and merciless job to grind the remains of his pulped body like under a steak hammer. Their piledriving action was supported by a sophisticated technical feature of the construction that could be started with a remote control from outside. The whole construction was set in a swinging, horizontally rotating motion to imitate the motion of a woman who grinds her butt on the surface. The totally mashed and crushed body of the man was now totally ground and crunched to a mushy paste. It only took seconds with more than 6,000 pounds doing the work and the effect was imminent. The girls inside cackled and fooled around childishly as they felt the rotating movements and heard the squelching sound from beneath. A few of them felt aroused and licked their lips, enjoying the moment as they imagined to have a miniature man under their own butt grinding him to paste. Nadine whispered into Susie's ear: „He must be already flatter than a pancake! I am curious what he looks like now... Can't be much left over from him!“ she giggled.

After another ten minutes of waiting, while the ladies simply let their combined weight settle on the remains of Chris Cheek, the Mistresses left the inside chamber of the buttcrush instrument one after the other and took place behind the construction. With the last two ladies getting off, the huge butt construction slowly lifted from the ground. It took some time till it broke free from the mat as it was glued to the ground with the pulpy mess of crushed flesh, blood, guts and other bodily fluids. Finally it lifted high enough to reveal the mess. Some crushed parts of his body still sticked to the jeans, but most of it lay totally mashed on the ground. The huge and heavy buttcheeks had done their gruesome task to perfection, only a single hand and two feet were left, the rest was a reddish pulp, impossible to be recognized as a human being. Although the ladies had crushed men on many occasions before, some of them were still shocked at the sight. But finally with the first woman starting to clap her hands all started in a big applause. Totally satisfied with their work they left their playground. Some cleaning slaves had the gruesome duty to scratch off the remains of Chris Cheek and to clean up the mess, including the big jeans.



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[Sauur]

Brilliant story! Thank you for sharing.